E127: A goodbye to the past: Part Two
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Posted:Apr 11, 2020 12:26 pm
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The meeting with Grace going so well, but giving Emma much think about, did it alter her perception of her father? She did look through her mother’s diary for entries in May of 1986 and did find one about that day. Yes, she and Susan had a wonderful time together that day, which Charlotte went into detail describing.
And yes, that night Edward did spank Charlotte; she was unsure of why, but he accused her of some misdemeanor. Charlotte did write about how aroused she was being spanked out of the blue. How superb the sex was afterwards, Edward banging up in her from behind, even slapping her red ass cheeks a few more times for good measure. Though his other hand had found her clit and rubbed it almost raw as she climaxed. Between Susan and Edward that day, she hardly could walk and was so tender the next day, Charlotte reported.
Reading this makes Emma think again about Susan, so a few days later, she arranges to visit her at the retirement community where Susan now lives. When she arrives, Susan welcomes her into her apartment. It is small but comfortable and stylishly decorated. She is so pleased to see Emma as it has been a couple of years now since they last visited. She is amazed at the change in Emma, how different she looks, and her air of confidence now.
Emma starts by telling her of her engagement and some about Donald. She leaves out how they first met, and details of their ‘courtship,’ though realizing it's a way to introduce what she wants to talk about, she does say that her relationship with Donald is a bit different, which both love and would not change.
Susan is overjoyed for her and so happy about this new Emma she sees before her. Emma always was a lovely girl but was so hidden in those foolish clothes and oppressed lifestyle. She has truly blossomed finally, and Susan could not be happier. Susan congratulates Emma on all the changes which have happened to her. How she is sure Charlotte would be so joyful about all that has occurred also.
Emma then tells Susan about finding her mother’s diary, leaving out about the and jewelry Edward had bestowed on Charlotte over the years. But Emma does tentatively tell Susan that she was a large part of the diary, her mother singing Susan’s praises and how she pleasured Charlotte, and the love Charlotte felt for Susan.
Another waterworks of tears follows this revelation by Emma. Susan grabs Emma’s hand, tells her, “Yes, we did love each other so much. What we had was so different and special. It added a part of our lives we were missing but did not change the main parts.”
“My mother wrote about how it began, the night before her wedding, you were already married. I can somewhat understand what came over you both that night, having been drinking and all, but why did it start up again after Charlotte returned from her honeymoon? All she wrote about with my father, she seemed to like. A bit deviant in nature, to have been filling for her. And it seemed you were happily married also,” Emma questions Susan.
“Your mother and I had always been friends from elementary school. We were always together through high school. As we got older, we would talk a lot about boys, kissing, making out, and more. We would talk about how far we should go, but that kept getting just a little farther as we got older,” Susan begins her story.
"We went our separate ways for college but did keep in touch and did get together on holidays. I met my husband, Tom, in college, and we were married about a year after we graduated. Your mother hadn’t found anyone that really felt right to her. Until we introduced her to Tom’s college buddy, Edward. He was a couple of years older than Charlotte but he did live in town and was from a very well-known family.
"The hit it off immediately, even though Edward was rather conservative in nature. It did surprise me how much your mother was willing change be acceptable Edward. That last night before they married was strange, and yes, we were rather drunk enough let our defenses down.
"Both of us knew things were probably going change between us after she married. Edward had expectations for how she behaved, dressed and presented herself. I think the thought that we would be separated fueled what happened.
"Our first kiss was magical, and once we started, it just proceeded the next level. And when the next morning, both of us did not write it off just being drunk but needed come together again, we knew there was something more. Even though we both were so satisfied with Tom and Edward.
"When Charlotte returned from the honeymoon, we did stay apart for a while, but then one night, Tom and I, and Charlotte and Edward happened to be at the same restaurant. As Tom and I were leaving, we stopped at their table to say hello and hear about their honeymoon. Tom and Edward caught up, but Charlotte and I could only stare at each other with longing.
" days later, she invited over for lunch on a Wednesday afternoon. Well, we never got lunch that day as we fell together, kissing and caressing each other. We were both in tears when we pulled apart, realizing how much we needed this between us.
"She led upstairs a spare room, which in time would become, for us, our special place. We were all over each other, helping each other undress, we needed feel our skin against each other. Well, much more than just skin. We fell on the bed together and soon were scissoring each other, letting our wet and longing cunts rub each other as our passion grew.
"It was a magnificent afternoon, and I can still, to this day, so many years later, remember every detail of it. Charlotte's lips on my breasts as she took the nipple in to suck on them, making them hard as a pebble, and wet and slippery from her saliva. I soon was doing the same for her, and our hands moved to finger each other’s pussies and buff our clits.
"We both came together, feeling waves of desire pour over us. We knew we were addicted to each other and needed this time together regularly. That is when our weekly Wednesday ‘lunches’ came into being.
"Over the years, first with our pregnancies and births of Anne and you, things changed some. And yes, our enjoyment with each other for a while took on a different twist. We came to fully realize the life we were both leading with our husbands was so similar, and offering such a strange sexual satisfaction for us both. We often laughed together about how corrupt and degenerate we were, even more so than our husbands ever knew.
"And Tom and Edward never did. They knew Charlotte and I were so close, but I guess their egos or something would never allow them contemplate anything more between us.
"Then in the eighties things changed a little, but not really, between your parents."
Emma cuts in as Susan seems be trying scoot around Charlotte’s discovery about Edward and Grace. She tells Susan she knows about that now too, and somewhat understands how it happened.
Susan weakly smiles at Emma and says, “Well, it wasn’t just Edward, Tom seem to have a midlife crisis or whatever it was about the same time. For Tom, it was a series of short-lived affairs over about ten years, but each ended with him realizing he did not want to change anything between us, and finally, he no longer seemed to need to go playing the field.
"Charlotte and I consoled each other during this period. Actually, the sex between us was the best at that time. In our forties, something changed, and we were so comfortable with our bodies. And adult toy stores did start popping up. We never shared with our husbands about our trips to them. But for our play together, we did accumulate a number of toys to augment our enjoyment together."
Again Emma interjects, “I’m yes, I found your suitcase of toys when cleaning the house. In many ways, I am glad I found the diary first before coming upon them.” Susan began to laugh over that, and Emma soon joined in.
"Yes, our toys were such a delight. The first time we tried a vibrator together, we were in seventh heaven. We could not decide who would get to feel it first, so in the end, I laid on top of your mother, we turned it on high and placed it between our crotches so it would vibrate against both of our clits at the same time. The feeling was magnificent.
"And when we bought a strap-on, the fun we had for weeks fucking each other as the dildos whirled inside us, helping us cum over and over.
"Both our husbands had bought a few things but more for their pleasure than for ours. Neither would have ever considered a vibrator or even a dildo. But Charlotte and I had our own box of delight which helped us stay sexually active long after most other women in our crowd were past wanting any sensual satisfaction.
"What Charlotte and I had was wonderful. While we loved our husbands completely, we loved each other too. When your mother got sick and was dying, I was devastated. And when she did die, while I could mourn her loss with your father, I could not show what her loss really meant to me.
"Even these years later, I still relive so many of our times together. Missing her touch, her kiss, her smell. The feel of her body so close to mine, we almost seem to become one."
Emma leans to the older woman and wraps her arms around her and hugs her tightly. Tears that she had not been allowed to shed at the time fall now as she sobs remembering her friend, her soul mate, her lover.
When Susan calms enough, Emma hands her the box, telling her she would like her to have her mother’s ring. When Susan opens the box, more tears are shed as she explains that she had given Charlotte that ring shortly after Emma was born. The pearl was for June when they came together again for always. The aquamarine and tanzanite were each of their birthstones. All for Charlotte to remember their bond together.
“Mother wore that ring all the time, just as she did her wedding ring, I remember both of them on each hand always,” Emma reminisces. Susan tearfully smiles and nods her head.
Susan tells Emma, “Your mother gave me this ring in return.” She lifts her hand to show a gold band with diamond chips on it. “They were our secret way of telling the deep commitment we had for each other. Thank you for returning this to me.”
Emma is happy to have given Susan some happiness again, allowing her a chance to finally share her story, which had been kept hidden for so long.
As she leaves and heads home, Emma is eager to see Donald. To plan for their future, as the past has now been laid to rest.
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E126: A goodbye to the past: Part One
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Posted:Apr 6, 2020 1:28 pm
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A year earlier, who could have imagined where Emma finds herself today. Yes, a year ago, Emma would have just attended the lecture by Professor Donald Ryan at the university. And then her emailing him complimenting him and asking questions. From that little start of email correspondences to now, colleagues at the Institute for Sexual Exploration, and much more in personal life. And soon to be married.
No, twelve months prior, what has happened would have been unfathomable to imagine. Life this last year has been so good, so many new discoveries. Expanding her knowledge into new areas, she would have never considered. Emma ‘blossoming’ as Donald calls it.
Donald, her wonderful Donald, Emma rolls on her side and stares lovingly at the man who is now the center of her universe. Who has been this last year, and now will be for years to come. She smiles at the sleeping man and leans to kiss him awake.
Donald stirs and smiles back at her. “That is a nice way to wake up,” he mumbles.
Emma laughs, and her hand slides under the sheet to find his awaiting cock, ready for her to harden with her fingers. “Oh, is that how you want to play it this morning?” Donald laughs as his hand finds Emma’s muff and beings to finger her as the sticky wetness begins to flow.
It does not take long for both to be ready to move to the main event for the morning. Emma, in a frisky mood, rolls on top of Donald and sits over his hips. His prick is against her wet slit, sliding back and forth. His glans is buffing her clit, making Emma start to moan.
“That feels so good, perhaps I don’t want you up in me, rather just you continue this,” Emma exclaims.
“Whatever my mistress desires, I am ready and willing to do your bidding,” Donald replies.
Emma laughs and leans to allow Donald to fully buff and polish her pearl with his tip dripping with her juices, and a bit of his precum. After a few minutes, Emma lifts herself enough to take Donald’s dick up in her. Pressing down against him to have it touch the door to her cervix, the place she so likes Donald to be knocking at.
Up and down, Emma rides Donald, both getting closer and closer to ultimate satisfaction. And when it comes to both of them, they shudder together as the climax cascades through their bodies. Spent, they fall together in mutual gratification. Another wonderful morning together.
Will they one day be too old to play like this? It will not matter as there are so many ways they have to pleasure each other now.
As they lie together, planning their day, Emma broaches something with Donald, “Ever since we finished my mother’s diary, two things have been concerning me. Well, two people who I need to come to terms with. My father’s secretary and lover, Grace, and my mother’s lover and dear friend, Susan. Both have secretly mourned my parents' death for years now, having no one they could share their feeling with. I think it is time I let them know how much, in the end, I appreciate what they each offered my parents.”
That day Emma spends hours going through the jewelry of her mother’s she has kept. Wondering over each piece until she finds two things she thinks will be perfect. The one is a gold necklace with an emerald pendant. Her mother rarely wore it, but something about it just reminds Emma of Grace. Perhaps it is the shining green, like Grace’s eyes.
The piece she chooses for Susan is a pearl ring her mother seemed to always wear. The band is wider. Along with the pearl in the middle, there are tanzanite and aquamarine chips on each side.
Both she shows to Donald after she makes her choices. He assures her that both women will like the remembrances. Donald suggests something also from her father for Grace. “Seeing that Edward was the important one to her.”
Emma agrees. After a search, Emma finds her father’s old money clip. Edward had always used for loose bills in his pocket. Emma is sure Grace knows nothing about the other side of Edward’s life with Charlotte. Though Grace didn’t see all the one-hundred-dollar bills Emma brought to the bank. Emma decides, whether Grace did or didn’t know, it doesn’t matter. Emma clips one of the valuable one-hundred-dollar bills in the money clip for Grace also.
Donald understands what Emma is feeling, the need to resolve things with both these women. So he isn’t surprised when two days later Emma comes to his office in the late morning and tells him she will be leaving for the day as she has scheduled to have lunch with Grace. He wishes her the best of luck as she is starting on Emma’s first mission.
Emma is a bit nervous; she has chosen a quiet restaurant a bit out of town where Grace and she can be seated in a secluded booth. Grace arrives as Emma is entering the restaurant. She waits and greets the woman, surprising Grace when she affectionately hugs her. Grace returns the hug and kisses Emma on the cheek before being led to their booth.
They settle just chatting about everyday things, how things are going at the bank, etc. until cocktails are served and their order taken. Then Emma begins in a shaky voice.
“Grace, I don’t know how to begin, but I want you to know that I am now aware of what an important role you played in my father’s life for years. I found a diary my mother kept, and it revealed a very different side to both my parents which fully opened my eyes to things. If the changes I have been going through this last year hadn’t been happening, I am not sure how I would have reacted to what I have learned. But it is now something I can comprehend and accept,” Emma says.
Grace blushes deeply, understanding what Emma is telling her, many things and remembrances run through Grace’s mind as she takes a couple of sips of her drink. She replies, “I am sorry you found out that way, but you say it was from your mother’s diary? She knew what was going on?”
“It seems she saw you two together one day when she came to go to lunch with my father unexpectedly. She never told him she knew, and after a great deal of thought, she accepted the situation. There was another side of her too, so in the long run, she knew she could not fault Edward as Charlotte had another outlet for herself too,” Emma tells her.
She goes on, “I am not really sure about what it was between my father and you, but I knew you always cared for him a great deal and went out of your way to help him in all aspects of his work and personal life. I hadn’t known why, but I did from a young age know your full devotion to him.”
Grace blushes again, and a sip more of her drink gives her courage to tell Emma about it. For years Grace has been longing for someone to talk to. About the strange, but wonderful relationship Edward and she had. But there never was anyone she felt she could tell.
Until now. Emma, so changed, so sophisticated, beautify, and confident, not like the girl of a year ago. No now, she was fully a woman, and one obviously well cared for and love.
“Before I start,” Grace begins, “I want to say how wonderful this change that has come over you. Emma, you have a constant glow about yourself, and you seem so sure of yourself now. So lovely in every aspect. I know it is the result of that gentleman friend of yours. The one that has come to the bank with you. He has helped with these changes. I am so glad he has. For you to now fully live, not just as a handmaiden to your parents.”
It is Emma’s turn to blush as she tells Grace that yes, Donald has changed her life in so many ways. Not only are they soon to be married, but she is now working with him at the Institute.
Grace is overjoyed for Emma and giggles a little about Emma’s new job. She knows the focus of the Institute as they have accounts with the bank. The idea Emma working is such a field is amusing considering the control her parents had over her for so many years. Good for her.
After offering best wishes to Emma over the changes in her life, Grace returns to the main topic for their lunch and begins, “I always admired your father from the first day I came to work for him as a young woman. He was exacting in his expectations, but always full of praise for me as I seemed to offer more than he ever expected.”
“I did, from the start, have a crush on him. Everything about him was what I would want in a mate. Probably why I never married as no one else ever measured up to him. I started working for him when I was in my early twenties. It was just after you were born, and he had been made chairman of the bank. I was so thrilled that he chose me as I hadn’t any experience. Later, he told me he could tell I would be a hard and devoted worker. Little did he know how devoted I would be.”
Grace pauses for a minute staring off to the past before continuing, “It started in 1986. I knew your father was a very sexual man, though he kept that side of him hidden when at the bank. But that day, it seemed he woke very aroused and wanted your mother to satisfy his need. It was one of the few times it seemed that Charlotte refused. You had a school program that day, and Charlotte had to help you get dressed, so she promised Edward that night she would. It was a Wednesday, I remember.”
Emma shakes her head some, ‘her mother telling her father ‘no.’ Would a spanking be ahead that night – she needs to check the diary again to see if any mention of one on a Wednesday night that spring. Emma remembers that program and her mother fussing over her that morning. It was in late May, just before the school year ended.
‘And a Wednesday? Mother and Susan would have been together that afternoon, probably why Charlotte did not suggest Edward coming home for lunch to fulfill his needs.’ The dynamics of the situation whirl in Emma’s head.
Grace goes on, remembering that day as she spoke.
Your father was in a grumpy mood all morning, when he came back from lunch, he wasn’t any better. He called me into his office for dictation, and when I went into his office, I asked him if there was anything at all I could do to help him feel more relaxed.
“Anything?” Edward asked me with a strange look on his face.
“Sir, all I really care about is your happiness and satisfaction. If there is anything I could do, please, tell me,” I replied.
I don’t know why I did, but I glanced down at his pants as he stood in front of me, and I could see a bulge. He was grinning at me when I looked up at him.
“Anything,” Edward asked me again. I nod my head, knowing what I was offering.
He walked to the door and closed it. And locked it. I was surprised but suddenly felt a rush building in me, realizing what was about to happen.
Now realize, I was not a virgin. Come on, it was the late eighties. I have had a few affairs over the years. None lasting that long as I said, they never really measured up. So I knew the ropes, so to say.
Your father took me by the hand and led me to the couch. “Grace, open my pants,” he commanded. I did not hesitate but undid them and lower them to his knees, and he sat down.
“Kneel in front of me,” Edward ordered as he tossed a pillow down for me to kneel on. Again, I just did what he wanted, and I wanted so too.
He took my hand and put it on the bottom of his shaft, then the other to cover his balls. I did begin jerking and squeezing. After a minute or so, he put his hand on the back of my head. Edward pressed my lips down to take his glans in.
I have to say having him in my mouth for the first time was earth-shattering for me. I began sucking at once, taking more and more of his now hard dick in my mouth, trying to take it all in, letting the tip press against the back of my throat.
He pressed my head down and down as I sucked as hard as I could. It wasn’t that long until he fully came. I tried to swallow as much as I could, pulling back some to help, but some did spill down the front of my blouse when I leaned back from him.
He did wipe the sperm away with his finger, then bring it to my lips to lick clean. He patted my head, like the good little pet I was for him, took his handkerchief out and wiped his cock. “Grace, will you see that this is cleaned for me? I don’t think I should take it home in this condition,” Edward said, handing me the handkerchief.
He stood and pulled up his pants, and then helped me to my feet. “You probably should clean your blouse a bit too, there is no need for any dictation right now,” he stated. As I turned to leave, he did spank one of my ass cheeks firmly in dismissal. Why that act added to my churning arousal, I do not know.
He had done nothing to satisfy me, not even a kiss, just that spank in leaving, and the wetness that came over me as I sucked him. But for some reason, that was enough. I would do whatever he asked of me, in any way, to please and pleasure him.
From that time on, until your mother got sick and everything ended between us with no explanation, but I did understand, about once a week or so, often on Wednesdays, he would lock his office door, and we would be together. It was not always just me sucking him, often he would lift me on his desk, pull my panties off, spread my legs, and begin to orally gratify me.
I do have to say he seemed to lust for the smell and taste of a woman’s lower lips. He did know what he was doing. My cunt would be buzzing with pleasure as he sucked and sucked on my pudenda, swelling them double their size, so red from the blood rushing in them. His lips and tongue on my inner thighs until he went back to my lower lips.
To be truthful, Edward never really kissed my lips. Only on my lower lips. But the hour or more he would spend licking and sucking my pussy, me on his desk, legs spread wide for him, him sitting in his leather chair leaning forward to take all that he could in. He kept me flowing the whole time, even after he finished. I would climax two or three times whenever he did this.
When Edward was done, he would put my panties back on me, walk me to the door, with a swat on my behind – how he always dismissed me when we were together like this. Leaving on those occasions, I would hear Edward lock the door behind me. A while later, he would bring out his handkerchief to me, asking me to clean it, please. It would be full of his semen.
I confess the weekly gift of his handkerchief meant the world to me. I would stuff it away. As soon as I got home those evenings, I would sniff and lick it all up. Sometimes I would first undress and rub it up and down my cunt feeling his cum mixing with my juices. That would always make me climax one more time.
I know, I know, telling this it all sounds horrible. And I probably never should have told you, Edward’s , such details.
Why did I do it? I was in love with the man completely and totally, I would do anything for him to win his affection. And to be honest, I was rewarded regularly for my extra service. Each year I would get a large raise, besides bonuses at other times and shares of the bank’s stock. In the end, your father made sure I was financially secure for my future.
We never had intercourse, he never kissed me. The one spank on my ass in dismissal was the closest he ever got to showing any affection. Knowing Edward so well, his outlook on things, I understood. For us to kiss or have penetration, to him, would be stepping too far away from his wedding vows. Besides feeling it would be an affront to your mother.
I was content with the role I played for him and would not have changed anything. I knew he loved your mother with a passion. He would never consider me as an important part of his life, Edward did, at times, surprise me, showing his pleasure with me by giving me lovely gifts. I knew he selected just for me.
Or, did he have your mother choose them, as he had me shop for gifts from Edward to her? Charlotte was always kind when we met and interested in my life. I think she felt sorry for me as I was never married. I always wonder if Charlotte had known what I was doing how she would have reacted. It is so nice, in a way, now knowing Charlotte was aware of what was going. And still, be so kind and nice to me.
Grace winds down her story, and it takes Emma a moment to collect herself. This picture of her father, this other side of him. That she never knew or suspected makes Emma’s head spin. Emma feels so much compassion for Grace, for the little she accepted for giving so much in How cruel her father really was, but he was always inner focused, only concerned about himself and his needs being met.
Finishing their meal, and Grace’s confession, which she could finally share with someone, Emma took the two boxes she had wrapped for Grace out. “This isn’t much Grace, but I wanted you to have something, to remember my father, and to thank you for all you did for him. While he never really showed it, I am sure he valued everything you did above and beyond what was called for a great deal,” Emma tells her.
“Actually, you should know, one of the last few days of his life, when he was in and out of consciousness, he called out, ‘Grace, oh Grace, yes, thank you, oh, thank you,’ in a strained voice,” Emma comforts her. Tears begin to fall down Grace’s face, hearing this. Could it be, in the end, besides longing for his wife, he also treasured her too?
Grace opens the first package, the necklace, and smiles and then laughs through her tears, “This was one of the gifts your father had me buy for your mother like I mentioned. He generally bought her gifts himself, but at times he would be wrapped up in work and realized an occasion was at hand. He would throw hundreds of dollars at me and tell me I knew Charlotte well enough to get her something nice that she would like.”
Grace confesses, “This necklace was one of those. And to be truthful, I fell in love with the emerald and envisioned Edward putting it around my neck instead. But I knew it was something she would probably like, so chose it.”
Emma smiles at her, realizing there was a hidden reason why that piece spoke to her to give to Grace. And as Grace opened the other box and saw the money clip around the special one-hundred-dollar bill, she sighed deeply as tears fell again.
All Grace could say was, “Thank you.” And that was more than enough. Emma knew that Grace could find peace now, cherishing the little she had from the past, but enough for her.
As they walk to their cars, Grace tells Emma one more thing, which leaves them both laughing as they hug and say goodbye.
“You know Grace, your father is not the only one who occupies the president’s office who needs to have his handkerchief cleaned from time to time. Not that he ever would ask me to do so,
Every time you visit the current president, you leave an after effect. As soon as you are gone, I can hear the door lock and mumbled sighing for several minutes. When he unlocks the door and opens it, I am always amused to see the flush on his cheeks, and his shirt and pants a little skewed. I don’t think he will enjoy learning about your pending marriage, but I am going to enjoy telling him. Which will probably be followed by some ‘private time’ for him.”
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E125: The beginning of a new life together
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Posted:Mar 29, 2020 11:34 am
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Donald wants to talk to Emma about something that evening when they reach home after the celebration, but he realizes it should wait until morning. Especially when their passion from seeing the couple at the Institute and just the joy of the whole evening overtakes them.
They can’t get undressed fast enough. When Donald sits on the side of the bed, pulling his pants off, Emma plops on his lap, her legs on each side of him. She jerks his prick quickly to get it hard and then slides it into her hot, sticky, waiting cunt. Donald is surprised at how quickly she gets them in this position.
Emma, feet on the floor, hands on Donald’s shoulders, lifts herself up and down on his cock, pressing it in fully. She moves to kiss him each time she rises up, pulling back some with each thrust down fully to his thighs. She feels Donald’s balls bouncing against her spread asshole on each plunge.
Emma, as she bounces, remembers meeting the chairman of ISE last night, a man in his late sixties. He has been with the Institute since its founding, but the comments he made about planning to retire soon, and hints that Donald will be his successor seem to arouse her more. For her, Donald, her Professor, to have such an exalted position stirs her so.
Emma bobbles faster and faster, seeking that great release for both of them. She kisses Donald deeply and murmurs in his ear, “Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me how a chairman would.”
Donald laughs, hearing Emma talk this way. She rarely uses such language even in the thralls of ecstasy, so to hear her now is delightful. And that the thought of him being Chairman of ISE is getting her off so. He takes hold of her hips and pushes her up and down on him faster and faster.
Both are almost to that longed-for moment. Donald can see Emma starting to arch her back, and he tells her in a commanding voice, “Hold back, not yet, I want us to cum together. Just a few moments more. Can you do that?”
Emma, beyond words, nods her head in response. Oh, he so is suited to be the chairman. She is at the peak, ready to crash through the wall of climax, but she holds herself in this state as she feels Donald’s cock starting to tremble in anticipation of the discharge about to escape him. Emma looks in his eyes and sees the signs of the impending liberation of his semen.
As Emma feels the first escape from Donald, she allows herself to crash through that wall herself. And as she clasps at his cock milking every drop of sperm out of him, draining him, she enjoys the waves of electrifying sparks running through her body spreading from her pussy outward.
After such an arousing pairing, the two soon are in bed and falling asleep. Donald’s last thought is, ‘yes, tomorrow we need to have a talk about Emma’s future.’
The next morning dawns bright and beautiful. Spring is arriving, the temperature is rising, and the flowers are even starting to bloom. It is nice being in the south when the warm and sunny season lasts so long.
The spirit of the day fills both Emma and Donald. They enjoy their morning ritual, taking extra time to soap and wash each other in the shower. Both reach a semi-state of arousal, but that will wait until later in the day.
Over breakfast, Donald broaches the subject he wants to talk with Emma about.
“Emma, I have been reading your comments for my diary I kept as you earned each pearl. These are insightful and add to the research so well. Between that and how you chat and counsel individuals on the meet sites we are on with such insight, compassion, and sound advice, make me realize something,” Donald begins.
Emma looks quizzically at him. Her eyebrows are raised some, wondering what Donald is going to suggest. She is overcome with emotions as she hears him continue.
“Emma, I think you would be a sterling asset to the Institute of Sexual Exploration. The knowledge you have accumulated over the last few months, and your instincts about things would give us a new perspective on our studies. Would you consider joining our staff? You could work whatever schedule, however much you want to. That office I showed you yesterday would be yours. You could finish your part of our pearl study and help me find a way we can use parts of it to publish and share. And you can work on any other project which interests you,” Donald knows he is just babbling on and on now, wanting Emma to say yes so much.
Emma laughs with glee; she would have never imagined Donald suggesting such a thing. It warms her heart to hear how he feels about her abilities and talents. “Donald, this is a lot to take in the first thing in the morning, it is so kind of you to suggest. Are you sure the board would agree to such a plan?” Emma responds with tears in her eyes from happiness.
“The board approved the proposal the other day. They really wanted me to ask you before the celebration so they could announce you're joining us, but I said I wanted you to see the Institute and meet the staff before I asked you. But I couldn't hold off any longer, I do want you to be part of that section of my life too. You have so much to offer to it,” Donald confides in her.
Emma jumps up and in his lap, not like last night, rather her legs together hanging off his thighs as she hugs and kisses him, telling him she would love the opportunity to do so.
It is good that they had not consummated anything in the shower, because at that moment, kissing Emma in return, the need and want is there front and center. Donald lowers Emma to the floor, pulls her panties off, unzips and lowers his pants, and is between her legs, pressing his dick up into her again hard and fast.
“Emma, you make me so happy. I think this will be the start of a wonderful marriage and partnership between us,” Donald says in bated breath as he pumps into her deeper and deeper.
After a few minutes inside her, Donald feels he should shower her with thanks even more. He pulls out of her and lowers himself to begin sucking on her labia, stretching and swelling them to fat little sausages on each side of the entrance to her magical, tasty, awaiting snack between her legs.
Emma moans with rapture as Donald carefully spreads the outer and inner labia to display his prize. She is dripping so much; her slit is glistening with sticky beads of her joy. There even is a stream gushing from her. Down over her taint and pooling in her ass crack, wetting her back hole so nicely.
As Donald begins to enter Emma’s vulva with his lips and tongue, he reaches down to run a finger around her rosebud and then using the wetness dripping there presses up into her ass as his tongue licks at her hymen and up into her vagina. The fingers of his other hand are rubbing and pinching Emma’s clit to add to her pleasure.
Emma is beside herself with the enjoyment of this interlude between them. Donald is hitting all the perfect places to make her feel the tingling pulses running through her. She is in a state of continual climaxing; the waves of pleasure keep running through her body over and over. She is panting from the sensation.
Donald does not let up at all. Over and over, he moves his fingers and lips to pique every sexual nerve for Emma. He knows right now she is in an advanced state of frenzy, but he wants her to keep at this level as long as she is enjoying herself.
Donald knows that soon the extreme pleasure will begin to turn to a strange sense of pain. The pleasure going so far and long leads to a fever. The moment begins to rage to the point of aching. It is at that moment he must pull away for her to let her ride out the last of her climax to completion.
Shortly, that moment arrives, and Donald does lift away from Emma, just caressing her face as she shudders and shakes as the last electrical shocks crash through her body. As Emma continues to pant trying to get back in focus, Donald lifts her to him, and holding her in his arms, rubs her back to help calm her.
Emma has never experienced anything like this before. She is in awe of what came over her. Emma clings to Donald like a lifeline as she comes back down to earth.
As she regains her composure, Donald chuckles and her, “Did you enjoy your orientation for your new job? We do like to give a nice signing bonus to individuals who we feel will be key players.”
Emma laughs with him and tells him, “I hope this will be part of my performance reviews in the future too.”
They fall together laughing and with such pleasure being together. After a bit, Donald helps her put her panties back on, pulls up his pants, and helps her stand. Emma is worried that in that flurry, Donald did not get to cum. He assures her that it is alright, there is always next time.
They spend the rest of the day quietly, both working from home. Emma is now eager to finish her assessment of Donald’s diary, him on a new research study being created to gain more data from the public.
In the evening, after about an hour chatting online as their alter egos, Emma and Donald sit on the couch together in their favorite attire – nothing. Drinks in hand, Donald talks to her about needing to find new ways to collect data on individuals' sexual habits and choices.
Emma is thoughtful and then suggests something out of the blue, something so new and exciting Donald can hardly contain himself. He grabs his phone and calls Joseph first to tell him to plan on meeting tomorrow morning with the research team. He then calls his administrative manager to schedule the meeting and inform the appropriate people to be there. Also to arrange for board members to conference in.
Emma is spellbound at Donald’s enthusiasm for her suggestion. He goes and grabs his laptop, and they spend the next several hours researching the possibilities, developing a basic plan for implementing, pondering over the Institute’s financial position to see if it can be done, and preparing a presentation for Emma to deliver tomorrow.
“Emma, you are going to hit the ground running with this proposal. If anyone would have questioned your ability to be part of the ISE team, those concerns will be washed aside when they hear your idea,” Donald gushes.
It is after two in the morning when they finally go to bed. Both their heads are whirling with the possibilities, but sleep comes and in the morning, their eagerness about what is ahead makes them feel rested on only a few hours’ sleep.
At the Institute, Donald shows Emma to her office, which his administrative manager has completely ready for her. They go over the presentation one last time, and it is time for the meeting.
Donald starts by introducing Emma as the newest member of the research staff. All welcome her with some curiosity about how she is now part of their team. But as soon as Donald gives Emma the floor to introduce her idea that changes. Her addition to the team is applauded.
Emma nervously begins, “Donald and I were discussing needing to find new and different ways to collect data about individuals' sexual preferences last night. He told me about his concern for finding people willing to share the diversity of their choices in a consistent manner. In response, I suggested that to research different sexual penchants, there is a wealth of subjects available on the different adult meeting sites currently out there and used. Mining the data from people's’ profiles and results of the different quizzes offered on the sites would give a motherlode of relevant data.”
She continues, “And offering such services at a nominal price to those already in ISE database from the studies you have conducted over the past twenty-five years will extract even more data from those subjects. The site I would strongly suggest acquiring is one that does ask individuals to list their personal kinks and fetishes, along with profiles which can include the person’s fantasies and partialities.
“This site actually has several ‘sister’ sites under their umbrella, and while their audience is rather large, their profitability is not that great. An added bonus: their sites cover the whole world, which would bring in new data for you. I think with the right offer, their management would be open to a buyout,” Emma concludes.
The room explodes with everyone talking about the possibilities such a proposal would offer them. Their enthusiasm is overwhelming. Donald calls them to order and suggests that they think about how they can make this happen while he and the board discuss the financial ramifications.
The team leaves, but Donald motions for Emma to stay, “In case the board has questions about the proposition.” Together they spend the next two hours discussing the possibility with the board. All are enthusiastic about such a venture. They are already making calls to the financial and acquisitions department to begin studying the feasibility to make this happen.
By the end of the day, the wheels are turning. An initial offer is already given to the company, who is so surprised at the suggestion out of nowhere that they jump at the suggestion. Though they do hedge themselves, saying they will have to mull over the idea. Teams are already being formed to make the conversion to combine all the data from ISE site and the meet company along with a review of their surveys, profile questions, and quizzes to implement more meaningful data and expand the options given.
Even if it doesn’t work with this targeted company, there are so many more to consider as options.
At five o’clock, Donald enters Emma’s office with Joseph right behind him. Joseph tells them that the ten key researchers would like to invite them to join them for drinks at a nearby bar. They both agree, knowing this will speed up the process of Emma being accepted as a full member of the team.
They shouldn’t have worried. When they arrive, all are eager to talk with Emma. Their ideas and questions about this new project flow out of them. All are in high spirits and ready to take on the world with this. They see the possibilities of this idea as being endless.
Yes, Emma is a full and valued member of ISE already.
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E124: Emma at the Institute
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Posted:Mar 28, 2020 2:42 pm
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The Tuesday after their wonderful reunion with Sasha, Emma is worried and in a state of excitement at the same time. Tonight is going to be so special and revealing; her nerves are on end. She wasn’t in such a state when Donald took her to be displayed at the club as her final pearl, but this is so different. And so important.
During the months Emma and Donald have been together, she has never been to the Institute where he works. The ISE, Institute for Sexual Exploration, where Donald spends so much of his time away from her. The organization which has been such a big part of Donald's life – since he first left college, well, even before really.
Tonight she will visit it for the first time. It is the anniversary celebration of ISE, which has been in existence for twenty-five years now. Cocktails, speeches, a tour of the facility, and later a band for dancing are planned. Donald told her about the event weeks ago, but Emma had put that knowledge aside so she did not have to think about what it might mean in reality.
She is so nervous about giving a good impression to Donald’s colleagues. Yes, in a way, she had ‘met’ some of them that afternoon months ago. But she hopes they see her in a different light, not the nude, shining figure on display for them that day.
And Connie, she will be there too. Could Emma face seeing her again, after the interaction they had?
To say the least, Emma is in a state of anxiety all day.
By afternoon Donald becomes aware of this and worries about how to help Emma calm herself. He is so excited to introduce her formally to his colleagues and her to see the Institute. He has an idea, a plan, for their future, which in part includes Emma being comfortable and feel at home at the Institute.
So, after they finished their lunch, Donald lifts Emma and carries her to the bedroom. This is a unique experience for Emma, as Donald has never carried her before. Her arms entwine around his neck, her head on his shoulder, she enjoys this short trip in Donald’s arms.
He lays her on the bed and slowly undresses her. Then as Emma watches, Donald undresses. Seeing his tan, sleek, body displayed before her always sends shivers through Emma’s body. They are naked so much of the time when they are home, so Emma does get to enjoy the beauty of Donald’s body often. The act of Donald getting to such a state for her, the abandoning of his clothes for her, makes her tingle so, even now.
Donald crawls the bed her and lays top of Emma. Emma’s legs are slightly spread so Donald's prick lies against her pussy. His sheered chest rubs against her breasts as their nipples touch each other. Donald places his hands on each side of Emma’s head as he leans and begins to kiss her with a flaming passion.
Emma so enthralls him every time he is with her. Donald will never get enough of this wonderful woman, this prize, he discovered. As he kisses and kisses her, Donald feels all the love he has for her flow through him, something he never experienced before Emma.
Emma’s arms move around his neck to hold him close, and they kiss and explore each other’s mouths as lust builds between them. Her hands move to run over his shoulders and back. Then caress his head and with his hair as they kiss and .
The concerns for this evening begin fall away from Emma, and when Donald lifts his hips some press into her dripping love cave, they disappear as Emma feels Donald’s adored hard and firm wand in her.
Donald thrusts in and out of Emma, pressing in farther with each lunge of his cock. His glans brush against the back of Emma’s vag, pressing against her cervix over and over. Emma cries out with delight at each drive into her. The sides of her snatch begin their clasping. Both are so fully in this moment.
The kissing stops; they just stare into each other’s eyes with each plunge. Emma and Donald are gasping each time he pushes deep in her, her sides gripping his tarse so tightly. They are in the throes of agonizing desire.
The climax approaches and they both are breathing hard. A flush covers both their faces, and it gets nearer and nearer. Emma lifts , cries out as her cunt clamps against Donald’s dick. That is the encouragement Donald needs shoot his jism, feeling that wonderful release as it does.
They lie happily together in mutual bliss for a while. Donald looks at the time and realizes they need to start getting ready. He wants to fully pamper Emma as he prepares her for this important outing. He already knows what he will have her wear to show off her assets in the best light. First, though, a massage for her relax, followed by a long and luscious bath.
He presses the buzzer and sends Emma off the tanning and massage room with a swat her butt, which she giggles at. He tells her tan for a bit, and then Julie will be there massage her.
As Emma comes out of the tanning bed climb the massage table, she confronts Julie standing waiting for her. During the weeks that had followed that evening interaction between them, Emma and Julie would blush each time they met. After a few days, they were alone together, and they talked about the incident and their reactions to it. In the end, they were laughing, and once again, comfortable together. Glad they had shared such an interesting experience, but knowing it would not be repeated.
After a wonderful massage, Emma enters the bathroom to see Donald waiting for her sitting on the side of a bubble-filled tub. She smiles at him as he helps her into the tub and climbs in behind her. Resting her back and head against his chest, Emma sighs with contentment as he washes and caresses every inch of her body.
The coddling Emma receives as Donald first rubs lotion over her make her tan glisten, pleasures her so much. He then fusses over her hair and makeup wanting it be just right. Soon he has Emma dressed in a mid-knee -quarter sleeved violet dress. Her lingerie is the same shade, not that anyone would see it. Well, perhaps a hint of the shelf bra as the neckline of the dress is rather low, showing off her breasts their fullest. Her legs tan and lotioned do not need stockings tonight, and the high heels are just a shade lighter than her dress, which matches the clutch purse Donald has chosen for her tonight.
Donald dresses in a dark grey suit, with a lighter violet shirt, but a shining tie the exact color of Emma’s dress. Together they make a magnificent couple to enter the festivities.
Driving the short distance to the Institute, Emma’s nerves return. But, Donald’s hand over her thigh squeezing it in assurance calms her.
They enter the Institute, Emma, for the first time, as the celebration is starting. There are so many people present, employees of the organization, their spouses or dates, people from other ISE locations, and executives from the headquarters. are excited about this milestone they have reached.
Cocktails are soon in hand as Donald walks Emma around the room, meeting many of the people. who are so friendly and warmly welcome her. Many offer best wishes Emma and Donald on their engagement, asking when they will marry. That question Donald brushes aside saying it would be soon, but they haven’t made plans for it yet.
Donald then takes her around the building showing her the various lab rooms, interview suites, and conference rooms. are clean and comfortable. The lab rooms, where staff interacts with , are in white, but with comfortable beds, chairs, and other features. One room did have different furniture and implements in it, leaning towards their basement playroom. The other rooms had closets filled with toys and aids for any sort of interaction.
Emma imagines what it would be like to be in one of these rooms, Donald acting in his doctor/research mode having her try new positions or using pleasure providers on her. She begins to feel a bit wet in her panties at such thoughts.
When Donald takes Emma into one of the observation rooms, they are surprised to see a couple on the other side of the glass in a state of undress in one of the lab rooms. Donald and Emma stand next to each other, watching the action unfold in front of them. More or less frozen to the spot. Donald tells her he is not sure what is going on. The couple are employees of the Institute, but he did not know they were attracted to each other.
But it is apparent they are. Or that a few drinks at the reception have loosened their libidos for this to be happening. The way they tentatively touched each other, going slowly, shows that this is their first time together. Donald moves to a control panel in front of the two-way mirror and clicks a few switches.
“I want to tape this as we do not get documentation of initial sexual interactions that often. Being with a member of our research staff, in a controlled setting for the is different. But two people finding an attraction to each other and their first acting on it in impulse is a rare thing to observe,” Donald tells Emma as he clicks another switch, and they are suddenly able to hear what is being said in the room.
“Is it alright to be watching and taping them?” Emma asks.
“ employees of the Institute sign a waiver that they can be filmed and watched at any time when they are at the Institute. That is mainly a release for when they are helping , but I will discuss this with the two in the near future, so they know they were observed,” Donald assures her.
Watching this interchange between the man and woman is interesting. It is a mating ritual, much like two animals who come together for the first time. The man strokes the woman’s face as they kiss over and over. His hand moves down to stroke her breasts and pinch her nipples. She lets out a sigh of total abandonment as he does. Her hand moves to scratch and twirl his mons hairs, moving tentatively closer to touch his pecker.
They talk some between kisses, each expressing their enjoyment and how they had envisioned this between them. Both confess to having a crush on each other for months but had been afraid to act on it.
The woman touches the man’s cock finally, and it springs fully to life. It had seemed to be hard, but with just the touch of the woman’s fingers, it grows and swells even more.
As Emma and Donald watch, the man lowers the woman to the bed and climbs between her legs. Emma looks the screens above the observation window and sees that cameras are filming this from several angles.
One screen shows close the man’s prick beginning enter the woman’s mewling quim so ready greet him and show him of her delights. Gasps come from both of them as they begin the sex dance known so many. The first dance is always the best. The new experience, feeling each other as closely as any two people can.
Emma has tears in her eyes, watching and remembering the first time she felt Donald deep inside her.
She and Donald watch a few more minutes, then Donald dries her tears with his handkerchief and takes the mascara from her purse and repairs the damages, Emma is again his goddess present his work world.
Before returning the reception, Donald makes a couple of last stops for Emma to see first his large office. It is magnificent and daunting to a degree. Emma contemplates the straight back chair with no arms in front of the desk and smiles. She remembers his recount of Subject I as she imagined being over Donald’s lap in that chair, her panties down, dress up over her back and him spanking her over and over with his hand.
Again she feels her panties getting very damp.
The final stop is a vacant office, not as large as his, but filled with reference books, computers, and just as pleasant looking. Donald says nothing about it but does ask if Emma likes the setup. She tells him it is very nice, and she is sure whoever comes to work here will enjoy the space. It is only a few doors from his office.
Back at the reception, they only have time to meet Donald colleague Joseph Turner before the speeches begin. Emma is impressed with this younger man who does seem so knowledgeable, competent, and kind. Donald has often mentioned Joseph since he joined the Institute a few months ago, and always with praise and compliments about how well they worked together.
She knew Joseph is who stepped in to take some of the classes Donald had taught to ease that responsibility some for him last fall, and she, herself, is very grateful for that, and other things he seems to have done to help Donald become more self-aware of himself.
Donald finds seats for the two of them together as he goes to the stage as he is a major part of the speeches to come.
While Emma and Joseph wait for the program to begin, they more. Emma learns that Joseph is originally from the Midwest, earning his doctorate at a well-known western university and has worked at a couple of other Institute for Sexual Explorations sites around the country before coming here to this location.
Emma knows that that is how ISE grooms their most promising aspirants to quickly move up the ladder of the organization. Just as Donald had done years ago. Donald, now not only the head of this location but also the president of ISE as a whole. Donald is active on the board, determining the direction and focus of their studies. Along with helping ISE to gain support and contributions to continue their quest for a complete understanding of people’s sexual natures and preferences.
During their short talk, Emma has a feeling that Joseph will soon be joining that board himself.
Joseph tells Emma that he came to this location for the opportunity to work directly with Donald, to learn more from him, and hopefully creatively contribute to their studies. Emma assures him that he is a cherished asset to ISE, and his efforts are regularly recognized.
Joseph blushes a bit at hearing this, and the talk turns to a more personal side. Emma asks, and he replies to her question about where he lives. An apartment in the downtown area of town, but he hopes to buy a house soon. Though, he confesses, he would like to have someone to share it with. Emma quizzes him about this, and he tells her that he is single, never married, and has yet to meet anyone here that captures his attention.
The few dates he has had came to nothing. But he is hopeful he will find someone who is right for him one day soon.
The speeches begin, Donald first, introducing the dignitaries and welcoming all here to celebrate with them twenty-five productive years of research in their field. Expressing all of their hopes for expanding their knowledge in the years ahead. For the next hour or so, different individuals speak about the history and vision of ISE. All positive and excited for the future of the Institute.
The speeches finished, Donald joins Emma and Joseph again. The band begins playing, and Donald takes Emma onto the dance floor to hold her in his arms as they sway around the room. Emma’s head on Donald’s shoulder, his hand moving down to caress her ass. This is a magic moment for Emma, to be in Donald’s arms in front of all his colleagues and friends. Him publicly acknowledging the love they now share with each other. Emma could not be happier.
After a couple of dances, they rejoin Joseph, who has been watching them, yearning a bit to have someone like Emma himself. He would so enjoy waltzing someone special around this dance floor as others look on. The have one more drink, nibble at the appetizers offered, and decide go dinner together as it is getting late without them ever really eating.
As they are leaving, the last surprise of the day appears in the form of Connie rushing them greet Emma. She leans kiss Emma the lips, but Emma is able turn her head, so Connie’s lips just brush her cheek. Connie pulls back with a small pout on her lips.
“How are you, dear? I think of you often and wonder…” Connie babbles. “It is wonderful see you, and here at the Institute. You must visit us here more often.”
Emma thanks her in a flat voice and offers congratulations her for the Institute’s milestone. She asks Connie how long she has been a part of ISE? Connie replies that she has been here for seven years now, and she hopes many more to come.
Donald raises an eyebrow at that statement, and they quickly say goodbye and leave.
Over dinner, Emma gets to know Joseph more and realizes what a kind and interesting man he is. She hopes that she gets to see more of him in the future as his charm and intelligence are inspiring. And adding in his good looks do make her lust a bit deep inside, wondering what it would be like to ‘’ with him.
The meal finished, and realizing how late it is, they part with best wishes and how nice it is for Emma and Joseph finally meet.
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E123: The world around them
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Posted:Feb 5, 2020 4:53 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 11:53 pm
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All through February, Emma and Donald are in their own wonderful bubble. They become more and more in tune with each other, leaving the rest of the world behind. Valentine’s Day, they are in bed all day, leaving only to get drinks or food to enjoy together and play with. The whipped cream that Donald squirts up Emma to lick away sends spasms through her, and feeling the butterscotch harden over his glans and shaft before Emma nibbles away is an extraordinary experience for Donald.
Towards the end of the month, they come back to reality some and become conscious that their future plans are affecting others, and people dear to them are going through turmoil.
First, they notice that Karen and Julie seem different. They were so happy when they heard the news of Emma’s and Donald’s engagement, but days later, they seem to withdraw some and are not as open to them as they had been.
Julie and Karen continue to complete all their duties, cleaning, changing sheets when needed, massages, and cooking at times, but it is just that, completing their duties. There is little conversation, and as soon as they finish a task, they leave.
Emma first, and then Donald when she mentions it to him, becomes concerned. What is happening? As far as Donald considers, nothing will change when he and Emma marry, but that might not be true.
Emma arranges for Karen and Julie to come to dinner one night in mid-February. She cooks the meal and has everything ready for their arrival. The two women are guests and are not expected to help in the preparation for this meal.
Karen and Julie join them for dinner at the dining room table. Both are rather quiet and subdued. Emma tries to get a conversation going on different topics, but all fall flat. That is until she asks how each of their thesis are going to complete their master’s degree. Suddenly a waterfall occurs. Both women’s words tumble from them in a cascading manner. Not so much about their final projects but concern about what them finishing their degrees will mean.
Emma calms them enough, while Donald's mind is whirling with what is being said and not said about this all. But finally, it all becomes clearer.
Both Julie’s and Karen’s theses are more or less finished, they gush with thanks for the data Donald provided from the institute and Emma’s clear head suggestions and comments during the last few months as they worked on them. Their papers are submitted. All that is left is their defending them before the board, which will be happening in March.
But, what is such a concern to both of them is what their future will hold. Even without final acceptance of their theses, the university is offering them both paid internships while they complete their doctorates. Julie and Karen are very excited about this opportunity, but with the changes, Emma and Donald are planning with their lives, them getting married, Julie and Karen are worry what their status will be.
They love their cottage and helping here, but they will be rather consumed with their internship and work on their next degrees. They understand fully if Donald, and Emma, want to get someone new to do what they have been doing, but it will be hard for them to leave this the wonderful little universe they have built here.
Both are almost in tears as they confess their concerns. Emma jumped up to hug them both. Donald is not sure what to say, but Emma says it all.
“Of course, you will stay here. Why would you ever imagine us wanting you to leave us? You are part of us, part of the family we have. Which truly is rather small, so why would we want to lose any of it,” Emma consoles them.
“You will stay in the cottage if you can still give your wonderful massages occasionally that would be a delight. And perhaps on weekends when not so busy do some cleaning. But we will hire someone to come in to do the main things. And it is time that Donald and I take care of ourselves in terms of cooking and preparing meals. Which you must regularly join us for,” Emma continues.
“Your studies are first and foremost. When they are finished, we will figure out an even better plan for us all. For now, the cottage is your home as long as you want to be here. I am so sorry that you worried about it,” Emma winds down.
Julie and Karen are overwhelmed at this generous offer. Donald is a bit dumbfounded as Emma began, but by the end, he knows it is what he wants for Karen and Julie too. On his own, it would have taken him a good bit of time to come to that conclusion. Once again, Emma shows what a gem she is for him to suggest what deep inside he wants to offer to others but can’t always put into word.
Dessert and the rest of the evening is so relaxed and enjoyable for the four. Perhaps more so as Karen, next to Julie, moves her hand up Julie’s inner thigh to rub against her cunt through her panties. Julie tries to hide the sighs she gives off from Karen’s touch, but she is getting so hot and bothered by the attention.
Julie squirms in her seat, lifting up to Karen’s fingers to have more pressure against her clit and vag opening. Oh, she is so close to cumming but tries to conceal it. They will need to leave soon so Julie can fully fill this rising passion between her legs.
But Julie should not be too concerned about her squirming being noticed as Emma is doing much the same. In appreciation of her assurance to Karen and Julie, Donald's fingers are playing at Emma’s crotch also. First rubbing up and down her inner thigh to make her automatically spread her legs for him to have full access to her lower camber of pleasure, Donald sneaks in at the leg of her panties to give his fingers direct access to Emma’s wet and dripping slit.
Mid-sentence Emma leans her head back against her chair, knowing her legs are spread fully, hoping she is not brushing against Julie’s leg. The feel of Donald’s fingers dancing up and down her slit, finding their way into her pussy to press and squirm against her sides, is mind-blowing. And the idea they are doing this secretly in front of others.
Emma’s leg spreads fuller at Donald’s touch and does brush against Julie’s also spread legs. Both their legs are trembling against each other from the wonder secret sensations they are experiencing. And feeling the other’s leg in that condition is exalting to each.
They glance at each other, and the lush on both their faces tells all. Julie lifts her leg up over Emma’s, and they rub thighs and calves as each is pleasured by their partner.
Donald and Karen carrying on a conversation of sorts though all this to hide what is going on. Julie and Emma just nod at times to act like they are following what is being said.
While for propriety’s sake, what is happening under the table needs to be hidden from the group, something about another woman’s thigh on each other, rubbing as each is being fingered to a mind-bending climax just adds to this lustful adventure. If Karen or Donald knows what other secret delights have been added to the attention they are offering, they do not show any signs of it.
But for Emma and Julie, they turn to look deep into each other’s eyes, knowing both are so close. A slight nod between them seals the unspoken agreement that they will try to cum in unison. Just to add to this passion building in them.
Staring at each other, they watch their faces redden with excitement, see each’s breathing deepening, and the trembles coming over each of their bodies. This is such a new and amazing development. Emma has never cum in sequence with another woman, seeing the effects of a climax before her as she displays herself in a similar state. This new situation is adding to her tremors and lustfulness.
She can tell Julie is experiencing the same sensation. How is it watching someone else cum at the same moment as yourself, when you are not responsible in any way for it happening so exciting? Is it a voyeur type thing? Is it understanding that your climax is not just from the attention being paid to you? But also from what you are seeing being revealed in front of you?
Emma can not take her eyes off of Julie. And the same in return. Their mouths open in unison to gasp in air as the final wave crashes over them in harmony, and they both let out an audible sigh as they cum.
Their leg still entwined, they surprise Karen and Donald as they lean to each other and kiss. To their observers, this is a surprise. Each in themselves knows they have just satisfied their partner, but why being so pleasured are Emma and Julie reaching out to each other as they never have before?
Emma and Julie both blush deeply when they realize what they have just done, and in front of their partners. They stammer some meaningless sentences about being so glad that they will all still be together here. Donald and Karen stare at them and then look at each other, and something in both their eyes tells the whole story of what just happened.
The four end up laughing and all kissing each other in the joy that things will, for the most part, stay the same between them for the future.
But things were not so simple when they visit Sasha for their Friday appointment. Actually, they had not seen her for weeks now. Donald and Emma canceled their appointment the first week when they were in such bliss over what was going to happen between them. Then for a few weeks, they had to have another tech as they were told Sasha was unavailable.
And Sasha hadn’t been texting Emma like she used to. Emma had tried reaching out several times to her but got only short responses if at all.
So, the Friday in March when finally they are told that Sasha will be who grooming them today, they are excited to see her again, and a bit worried about what is going on. Sasha knew about their engagement and had sent congratulation if seeming a bit half-hearted, but they have not seen her in person since this major change in their relationship took place. They are a little concerned that perhaps Sasha will feel their impending marriage would change things between them.
When they enter the spa room, both Emma and Donald are taken back by Sasha’s appearance. She is so thin and listless. Her usually bright and bubbly personality is totally missing.
Emma reaches for her and pulls her into her arms to hug and hold her. This act of kindness starts Sasha crying onto Emma’s shoulder as she pats Sasha’s back. Donald overwhelmed, comes to the circle, and encloses both women in his arms, alternating kissing each of their heads.
Sasha cries on and on for several minutes in woefulness. Emma and Donald are dumbfounded about what is happening. When she calms a bit, they help her to the back room and sit her between them on the bed. Each caressing and kissing her to let her know everything will be okay.
Finally, after a half-hour, Sasha begins to compose herself enough to try to explain. Emma just holds her and tells her to take all the time she needs to unwind to be able to talk. Donald gets glasses of wine for each of them, and they sip on that for a few minutes before Sasha begins her tale.
It seems that things with that man, Doug, she began dating last fall, had quickly gone sour and ended in an awful experience. Something she got herself into and did not know how to get out of for the longest time. He was controlling and dominating in a very negative way.
It started after a few nice dates and a couple of nights of pleasure together. Doug seemed from the start to have such power over her that she let slip her extra relationship with Emma and Donald. They being more than just basic to her.
That set Doug off. He was intrigued with Sasha being with Emma, another woman, and made her tell him in detail what the two did together. Point by point. How they kissed each other. Where and how they would caress each other. What it was like sucking Emma’s nipples and how it felt when Emma sucked hers. And detail by detail of them going down on each other. Doug would get so hard from her telling him that again and again, she didn’t mind at first as the sex which followed was magnificent.
But then he made her describe what she did with Donald, and even though she made it clear that anything with Donald was done with Emma, he seemed to get more and more upset as he heard this part of things. When he learned about Sasha asking Donald to spank her, it opened a whole new can of worms.
“So you needed to be spanked, did you?” Doug asked with a gleam in his eyes. “Well, I think a spanking is in order for your behavior outside of work with them.” With that, he had Sasha over his knee and spanked and spanked her as she cried out. It did at first arouse her, but then it turned to him punishing her for what he felt were her crimes and misdemeanors. It really hurt, and the wonder tingle she felt when Donald spanked her was totally missing.
It didn’t stop there. As they dated, Sasha would try to steer him away from this obsession. She stopped everything but their waxing with Donald and Emma, but that was not good enough. Doug pressured her about seeing both of them naked. She tried to explain she saw all of her that way, but he was not appeased.
Sex was good with Doug, but by the end of most evenings, he was back to his fixation. It was harder and harder to deal with him, but the holidays were upon them, and they had made commitments for celebrating with both of their families.
They made it through the family gatherings barely, keeping a good face on, but it was all crumbling around them due to Doug’s jealousy over something he really knew nothing about. He kept making ultimatums until she told the salon they should no longer book Donald and Emma with her.
She was miserable. And she couldn’t even try to reach out to Emma as she so wanted to. Doug had started monitoring all aspects of her life, especially her phone. Checking who she called or texted, and what was said.
It all came to a head at Valentine's when he brought in her mail and saw the card Emma had sent her. He went through the roof. She was over his knee, and he was spanking her so hard and fully. She kicked and fought him as he did. She finally pulled free, and in a moment of euphoric energy, Sasha kicked Doug soundly in the balls.
Doug doubled over and swore at her. She told him to leave immediately and never think about contacting her in any way. She even pulled the mother card, telling him if he did, she would tell his mother everything he had done to her. That was all it took; Doug was in terror of his mother. Her knowing anything about how he treated Sasha, who she had come to like, would have been devastating for him. It was going to be hard enough telling her Sasha and he had broken up.
Emma hugging her, crying, and laughing some at the finish of Sasha’s tale can’t comfort Sasha enough. She is overcome with so many feelings. Why wasn’t she there for her friend when needed? How had she not realized things were so wrong for Sasha? How can she help Sasha get her life back on track after this?
She knows, playing with Donald and her might make Sasha feel a bit better for the moment, that was not the answer. Sasha needs to get her life back on track.
Donald, hearing all this, wants to find Doug and pulverize him. But then Donald has never really been in a fight in his life, so that option doesn’t make sense even to him. More if he could ruin Doug in his business or personal life, but Emma seems to read his thoughts and gives him a look over Sasha’s head, which tells him to forget that idea.
Sasha finally calms herself, and Emma wipes away her tears, giving her a long and meaningful kiss to let her know the love they feel for her. Emma tells Sasha that it is for the best that it is all over, for someone to be abusive, which is what Doug was, both physically and mentally, is not a situation anyone should ever be in.
They talk for a good while about the difference in how Doug was when he spanked Sasha, and how Donald spanks Emma. Then it is a sexual interaction for the most part, and an opportunity for Emma to relieve herself of the feeling of guilt. From the start, between them, it was a mutually desired activity, not something Donald forcefully did to her, which is what Doug did to Sasha.
“I know and understand that now, it is just at the start Doug spanking me, I thought it was just in sex play which like you I do enjoy, but it became apparent that he had jealousy issues and a different type of need to control me. It wasn’t a consensual dom and sub situation, it was more that he wanted compete power over me in all aspects of my life,” Sasha tells them.
“I knew I should end the relationship early on. Especially after that horrible dinner with you two. Doug acted so rudely and unkind through it all. And afterward, when we got home, he was so aggressive and rather hurtful in how we had sex that night. But for some reason, I just hung on to him until it got to that final point on Valentine’s Day,” Sasha went on.
“The last three weeks, I have been trying to come to terms with what had happened. I was so embarrassed to tell anyone, especially you two. To admit how stupid I had been to allow that situation to develop. I so wanted to be in a relationship with someone, how you two are, that I fell into a horrible trap instead. This week I finally pulled myself together some and did so want to see you both again,” Sasha finished as new tears formed in her eyes.
Emma and Donald take turns kissing the tears away while caressing Sasha. Emma unzips Sasha’s dress and lifts it off her as Donald takes her panties and bra off. Naked on the bed between them, Sasha smiles through her tears at both of them as they stand and quickly undress.
What follows is a slow and erotic dance of pleasure as Emma and Donald kiss and lick all over Sasha’s body, paying great attention to all the areas she so likes to be touched. Together each has a nipple in their mouths, sucking as their hands mold and knead Sasha’s breasts. Sasha moans with pleasure. She has so missed someone’s tender touch, and to have both of these true friends be the one to pleasure her again is nirvana.
Emma and Donald work their way down Sasha’s body, each licking and nibbling at her inner thighs now. Sasha feels the heat of her cunt burning with desire. Sasha wants, no needs, lips and tongues on her now. The way both Emma and Donald know how to orally please her. This all feels so wonderful, she is getting the attention her body has been craving for months.
Donald turns Sasha on her side, and while he kisses and licks up and down her spine to start, Emma is spreading her lower lips to dive into her slit to lick and tease her there. Sasha feels two fingers enter her vag, Emma’s twirling and pressing against her. Then two more fingers join them, pressing the opposite side of her vag.
Donald’s!
Oh, they both are fingering her together, stretching and filling her love cave to capacity. In and out they go in unison, pressing farther and farther up in her with each thrust.
Emma is licking and sucking on her clit, causing spasms to crash through Sasha’s body. Donald lowers his lips from her spine. Moving over her cheeks, kissing them both thoroughly. Then running his tongue up and down her crack. Ending with rimming her asshole over and over.
This attention to her front and back, while feeling the fingers deep up in her triggers Sasha cunt to start throbbing against the digits. Clenching and holding the fingers as they press up in her, finally relaxing enough to allow them to pull back before a new deep thrust and clench.
Sasha knows she is almost to the peak now, she can’t hold back much more, the climax begins stirring in her, building up to that final moment when Sasha cries out and arches her back in total ecstasy.
This is how it is supposed to be. What Sasha has missed for months now. How could she ever have given this up for someone so unworthy as Doug was?
Donald and Emma lift away from Sasha as she descends to that wonderful afterglow. Which is added to as she watches Donald turn Emma on her back and presses his hard, thick cock up in her pussy to fuck her. Donald and Emma so attune to each other. The rhythm of their coupling is like watching an intricate ballet being performed for Sasha.
Sasha herself can almost feel each thrust of Donald’s cock into Emma, she moans in unison with Emma with each stroke. As Emma feels herself, and Donald, approaching the summit, Sasha feels she is right with them in this adventure.
It is somewhat surprising to Donald and Emma that Sasha cries out loudly as they do when Donald releases all his cum up into Emma, and she trips the light fantastic and climaxes at the same time. They look toward Sasha’s shaking body and realizes she has cum again also.
All three are now laughing happily. Sasha moves and begins to lick Emma’s and Donald’s combined juices first from Emma’s cunt, then Donald’s prick. She works her way back and forth between the two over and over until both are clean again. Well, Emma is still letting more juices flow from her, but that is somewhat of a given.
They cuddle together, falling to sleep for about an hour, so comfortable again.
When they wake, Sasha insists on waxing and clipping them. As they go through this ritual again with her, Sasha critiques the work of the other tech. Going on and on about how sloppy and incomplete she had been. Donald and Emma laugh as she keeps up this commentary. They both know she is the best at ‘cleaning them up’ and hope that they never have to depend on anyone else, well besides themselves, to wax and clip them.
It is interesting; during the weeks with someone else pampering them, Donald never mentioned it, But today when Sasha is trimming him, he asks her to wax him also, like she did when Emma was in control and his dominant that week in January.
He explains that he would like his legs and chest hairless from now on as the feeling of his and Emma’s smooth legs rubbing against each other offered such a wonderful sensation Donald wants to feel that way all the time. Emma smiles at him over his confession and is pleased he feels this way now.
Sasha finishes with them both. Donald and Emma look at each other, and Donald lift Sasha up on the table. Leaning her back, they show her what they have both learned from her over the past months. Emma works on Sasha’s pussy, trimming the hairs short against her mons. Donald applies the wax to her legs and cleans them of all unwanted hairs.
All three finished being groomed, they hug, kiss, and help each other dress. The three warmly say goodbye, Emma and Donald knowing that they have their old Sasha back with them once again.
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E122: Who Are They?
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Posted:Feb 4, 2020 7:49 am
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During the next few days, Emma and Donald talk a lot about what their future will hold for them. They realize they need define the roles each will in their marriage, so both are happy and content with all that goes on.
The conversation begins Monday morning as they eat breakfast. They both have meetings and work today, so the discussion is more about what they should think about. Who should be the dominant partner? Should there even be one now? What things do they like best? The least?
Both their heads are filled with much to think about as they go their separate ways until mid-afternoon. During her meetings, Emma finds her mind wandering to the things Donald does to her, which stirs her the most. She feels herself starting to drip as the speaker drones on about a proposed new wing for the hospital. She just nods her head encouragingly now and then as she longs to move her fingers between her legs to satisfy the sexual itch she feels in her pussy. She feels her clit even throbbing some thinking about Donald’s lips on her cunt.
Donald is finding it hard to concentrate at The Institute himself. Thoughts of Emma’s fingers up his ass as she sucks him dance through his head. And then he remembers the wonderful prostate massage she gave him. Oh, he needs her to do that again. His whole body was alive with a climax from her skill. And how she just instinctively knew what to do.
(Donald does not know that Emma spent a great deal of time doing research on the internet each time he suggested something new, so she fully understood it and the best techniques.)
By the time they both get home, they are in aroused states and need each other badly. Clothes are tossed aside, and they are groping each other on the bed in minutes. Emma’s hand is covering Donald’s shaft and giving him a nice handjob as his fingers run up and down her slit, in and out her vag and over and around her clit.
Kissing and making out like teens, they find this more innocent with each other very enjoyable and stimulating. They are learning that great sexual satisfaction can be found in many ways, not just with intercourse.
And so they begin pace themselves and just continue hand- with each other, both knowing the exact spots each enjoys the most. They do not even bring their lips and tongue into the equation except for the kissing. Their fingers are doing all the work to bring each other to a wonderful climax.
Emma moans as she feels of Donald’s fingers slide up into her leaking vag and find her G-spot to press and tickle. Her hand still clenches Donald’s shaft. She leans her head back against the pillow and allows herself to wallow in the delights she is feeling. A low groan begins deep within her as she moves closer and closer to an orgasm.
It grows louder. Her back arches up, Donald feels the sides of her vagina crushing against his fingers in spasms and Emma cries out as wave after wave of release wash over her. She almost squeezes Donald’s prick too hard in her frenzy. But he is able to pull away from her clenched hand as she rides out this climax to completion.
Once calmed some, Emma takes Donald’s glans back in her fingers and runs her thumbnail back and forth over his slit, pressing her nail in him some. Her fingers pinch against the rim just under the glans, and then her other hand begins cupping his balls and massaging them to fill.
Done with the glans , Emma’s fingers tighten around Donald’s shaft and begin jerk it up and down and back and forth, getting him harder and harder. He feels his balls fill, as is his shaft; precum is starting drip just a bit. Donald wants hold back enjoy this hand , but he knows it will not be long before he too needs to release.
When Emma’s fingers move from his balls back to his perineum and press against it repeatedly as she squeezes and jerks his cock, he knows it is a lost cause. And when her fingers flutter back to circle his rosebud and suggest she is about to press up into his hole, he explodes. His stomach is covered in string after string of his cum. The final drop just hangs from his slit, working up the pressure to drip off him.
Emma watches all this in awe, and when over a minute passes as Donald catches his breath and the final drip still hangs, it is only then that she bends her head and licks the drop up with her tongue. Donald sighs deeply at the feel of her warm wet tongue against him as Emma begins to clean all his cum from his mons and stomach.
He dips his fingers between Emma’s legs again to scoop up some of her drippings for his own enjoyment as he licks his fingers clean. When both are finished and filled, they just lie with their faces looking at each other’s feet.
Emma’s toes in front of him are too much for Donald, and he begins to pull them to his mouth and suck and lick each toe. Emma giggles from the feeling of this and pulls his feet to her and begins sucking his toes too, something new for Donald to feel. As much as he loves to suck Emma’s toes, feeling her do it to him at the same time sends additional rushes through his body.
A few minutes later, both their bodies shiver with delight as a soft climax washes over them. These smaller, but fulfilling, interludes add so much to the whole delightful sexual package they have between them.
Donald moves and turns, so they are now face-to-face – just a foot apart. Close enough to lean and kiss. Close enough to feel each other’s breath. But just far enough apart to be able to talk sincerely.
They begin by talking about how both like being in control and controlled, though part of that is out of their system from each playing both roles over the last months together. They fully know each other’s bodies, each’s likes and dislikes from both sides now. Yes, they will need from time to time the headiness of being in charge, and wonderful release to have someone governing them, but just how often they wonder.
They know they need and do rather enjoy their exercise regime now and decide that on Mondays and Wednesdays, Emma will run Donald through his session, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays, Donald will be in command. Both giggle together about what that will all involve.
They even discussed some exercises they could do together. Emma shows Donald one of the exercises on the bed. They both sit up legs apart over each other’s knees. Emma leans back, so her body is against the mattress. Donald pulls her up and to him as he leans back against the bed. Emma bends over to take his cock in her mouth and suck it for half a minute. Then she raises her head and pulls Donald to her to provide a similar service to her cunt as she lies back and relaxes until she is pulled forward again.
Adding sucking time to the exercise makes it go on for a while as each takes more and more time satisfying each other on each go-round. Both are panting by the time they fall together into each other’s arms, feeling their bodies toned and strong.
“And we must not forget time with the crowning chair,” Donald tells her, “I really did enjoy that for some reason. Such lovely access to all your magnificent delights was wonderful.”
“We’ll make sure that is regularly included,” Emma promises him.
Content in each other’s arms, they know they both will be able to let the other know when they need to be the dominant to make this a happy experience between them, and in the same way that the need to be submissive has come over them.
In the weeks that follow, Donald will give off modest clues that he wants his femdom to take control of him. And Emma will do the same when she wants to be totally submissive. It works out wonderfully, both getting and giving what is needed.
They spend a couple evenings each week chatting on the adult sites, joining discussion groups, texting a little one on one with people, but Emma and Donald are always as one as they do this. Neither enter conversations the other does not know about.
They develop a bit of a following as others like their comments, suggestions, and advice. This makes them popular both individually, but also as a couple. During this time, they do not broadcast much as they are trying to decide how best to go about this and get their ‘studio’ set up.
During the couple of weeks leading to Valentine’s Day, Emma and Donald have some in-depth conversations about things. The first has to do with Connie from the Institute. It had been bothering Donald in the back of his head since Emma, at the end of his week of punishment, mentioned in passing she had considered inviting Connie over to play again.
Did Emma want something with Connie? He knows how Connie is, a bit of a predator, staking out new claims and conquests. Is this something Emma wants to experience more? Emma and Sasha play together so well, including Donald in most of their games, but Connie is something different. Even that day, when Emma became so upset when he and Connie were together, it was like Connie was getting off on upsetting Emma.
As they cuddle on the couch one night, Donald brings this up. “Emma, I have been wondering, you mentioned being with Connie again, is that something you want to have happen?”
Emma looks at him seriously and assures him, “Oh no, it was just a passing thought I had at first when I was still annoyed with you. By the time the week ended, I wanted no such thing. I have a feeling that, for the most part, she could be bad news to get involved with.”
Donald hugs her and tells her that yes, Connie can be a handful. That he believes she does not even know what she wants sexually, just a lot of attention and adoration. He tells Emma about what happened with Connie and Subject J, which somewhat confirm a lot about Connie.
Donald begins to elaborate, “I told you about them together at the club, how enamored Subject J seemed to be with Connie, and Connie’s attempt to contact her again afterward. There was more to it I found out.
“Connie was rather good at arousing another woman, especially one who never had been with a woman before. She just seemed to know how to start things somewhat slowly, a soft caress of their inner arm as they chat, rubbing the back of their neck to help them relax, things like that. She would take her time to make the woman feel comfortable, not exactly knowing where it was leading.
“Then she would come in for her kill. Her arm around a woman’s shoulders, just naturally there it would seem, Connie would turn to the woman, take her face in her hand gently and lean and kiss her chastely on the lips for the first time. She would feel the trembles run through the woman’s body, and that was -dirt for her.
“The woman would look a little surprised at Connie, but something would stir in her making her lean Connie and kiss her back, often already willing open her mouth for a deeper, longer, kiss. The satisfying smile Connie would have on her lips as she pulled away told it all. Connie knew she had conquered another victim with her charms.
“All that followed in different ways was, in the long run, the same. Connie would get the woman naked in no time, have the woman undress her as she caressed the woman’s back, chest, and stomach. Then, without fail usually, somehow, she managed to maneuver the woman to be the first to kiss and lick her cunt. Making it out like the woman was the aggressor in this encounter, not her.
“Connie would gasp with delight as she felt the woman’s hands and lips on her nether regions. Almost like she was surprised to have anything like this happen to her. I actually think in her mind, Connie did like to imagine she was a shy, lesbian virgin at each encounter. Like she was the innocent in all that was happening,” Donald went on.
“But Connie would quickly take control of the situation, showing the woman how to touch and lick properly to give pleasure and enjoy the encounter. Connie does love the scent and taste of a woman, so it never was too long before her head was between her most recent conquest’s legs. And then they would be all over each other. Connie did have great stamina, and the initial interchange with a new woman would go on for hours and hours.
“By the time the woman would leave, they were hooked, at least for the minute of departure. They would cling to Connie for introducing them to such different dimensions. But, upon leaving, they would feel confused about what happened, and why they let themselves fall into something so different so quickly.
“Connie would feel infatuated with the woman for a while, never long, but would pull the woman to her as much as she could, making them more and more confused about their feelings and longings. Then Connie would grow tired of them. Something that became regular lost its flavor for Connie quickly. Then the woman, now vested in this new and strange relationship, would be crushed. Connie would toss someone aside rather easily with no regrets,” Donald continued his tale.
“Connie is a good researcher, which is why I keep her, but when she has these ‘spells’ of lust, it is somewhat hard. I never should have invited her to be with us, knowing how she could be, but I thought that was a level, a pearl, you needed to experience fully. She has had so many conquests, some within the range of her studies, others, probably inappropriate. She has even seduced a few married women, totally confusing them about their sexuality for a period of time. Luckily, all after being tossed aside by Connie, they have been able to pull themselves together. Either feeling their time with Connie was just an interlude, or exploring this side of themselves with other, more appropriate partners,” Donald concludes.
Emma totally understands what Donald is telling her about Connie. She felt something a bit off about her, especially how she had acted, and her rather wicked grin directed toward Emma when…
Which did make Emma remember something else she so wanted to ask Donald to understand why.
“Donald, all the discs of my pearls, I do somewhat understand you documenting them now. Though again, I wish you would have let me know along the way that you were doing it. But, Pearl twenty-six disc is not there. I am glad it is not, as I do not know if I would want to watch you and Connie together again. I was wondering why it was not there. Where is it?”
Emma has remembered each pearl, and its number in her progression as she earned it to win Donald’s attention, then affection, and now love. Which now, knowing how he feels truly about her sends waves of delight through her.
“That disc was destroyed,” Donald tells her. “I realized how wrong that was to put you through such an ordeal and did not want it documented in any way.”
What Donald does not say is that he had watched it once that evening after Connie left, and Emma had fallen to deep sleep from the events of that day. Seeing what he hadn’t at the time, the anguish and hurt Emma displayed when he and Connie were not looking killed him. How could he have done such a thing to Emma?
Tears welled in his eyes and then ran down his cheeks. He never cried; why would he now? He felt horrible about what Emma went through. But he smiled some realizing how well she hid her sorrow when they looked to her. Though even back then, he would not have admitted he was falling in love with Emma, but that video had tipped him over the ledge.
From that moment on, all Donald wanted was to protect and care for this wonderful, delicate creature that had amazingly come to him. While he had planned the holiday weekend trip before all that had happened after the one and only viewing of the video, he realized he needed to be more open to Emma and begin to let her in.
Emma replies to his statement, “Thank you, Donald. I don’t know if I could have ever watched that again. The images that I saw still surface in the back of my brain from time to time. And confirm, while I can be polite to Connie, I would not really want anything to do with her again. I apologize for even imagining being with her as a way to punish you. Even when the idea passed through my brain, I knew if I did do that, I would be the one more punished in many ways.”
Donald pulls Emma to him and kisses her so long and deeply that all visions of Connie are erased from both their minds. His hand descends to her cunt, and after a brief rub of her mons finds her wet and waiting cunt. Emma gasps from his first touch on her clit. Oh, it feels so wonderful.
Donald wets his finger in her dripping slit and finds his way back to pleasure her clit. Emma’s arms around Donald’s neck cling to him as the first wave of passion crashes over her.
How does Donald always know just where to touch and how to bring this outburst of desire over her?
Emma drops from her side facing Donald and lies on her back, spreading her legs so Donald can fully find and thrill her clit, which is suddenly so wanting. Her hands drop from around his neck to reach and hold on to the bed slats as she squirms under his magnificent finger attention.
It doesn’t take long before Emma feels the tension mounting in her as she rises to the citadel of sexual want. She is breathing hard and dripping so much. Donald knows she is almost at the tipping point. All of Emma’s ‘tells’ are on display, and the thought that he could bring her to another climax with just some finger action enthralls Donald, making him move his fingers on Emma’s clit faster and faster.
Emma moans with the enjoyment of Donald’s touch on her most delicate button. Each rub and pinch send waves of glee through her body. She does not want it to end, but she is getting closer and closer to that peak moment. Her body lifts off the bed, her back arches, she feels her vag clenching with each stroke of her clit.
Crying out in satisfaction, Emma rides out the climax to the utmost. The throbbing and shivers which run through her body fill Emma with joy. Being able to feel these emotions now, so regularly, after a lifetime of suppression, is so wonderful. And all due to this lovely man beside her. Her Donald.
Yes, he is hers now, until death separates them. The life of joy and happiness ahead of them Emma will savor and appreciate, as will Donald.
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E121: Finally
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Posted:Feb 3, 2020 6:53 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 11:53 pm
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Emma stirs awake on Sunday morning somewhat early and is surprised see Donald is not there. Then she hears him opening the bedroom door and coming in.
What follows is almost an identical repeat of the first morning she had been at the house.
Emma feels her stomach growl a little and hopes it is not audible. It has been so long since she last ate anything. With all had happened yesterday, they never really got around eating much of anything.
She is rather thirsty too.
So, it is a great surprise to her watching Donald walk into the room and stand next to the bed with a tray of food. There are scrambled eggs with cheese and bacon, toast, and a full glass of wine.
'Wine at nine a.m.? Why not, it is not like we never have before,’ Emma thinks as she smiles at Donald for his thoughtfulness.
Like the first time, Donald tells her to sit up, and he sits down on the bed, his naked ass resting against her thigh as he places the tray on her lap. He picks up the fork and begins to feed her the first mouthful. The creaminess of the cheesy eggs is delicious. Emma grins at him.
There is something so appealing about Donald taking the time and care to make this exact meal for her, and now to feed it to her so lovingly. And it is done lovingly now she knows for sure.
Donald is deriving immense pleasure from slowly bringing a forkful of food to her lips and her taking it in. When her lips graze his fingers as he holds pieces of toast or bacon up for her, he feels something electrical run through his body. He can never do this enough with Emma without these emotions and desires cascading over him.
He holds the glass of wine to her lips, and she takes a sip. He then turns the glass so his lips will be over where hers have been and takes a sip too. The smile of remembrance comes Emma’s lips as he does this starts harden him.
He takes his time feeding her, How she still sits with her hands folded in her lap as he does pleasures him so. It is like they are back in time, but also some point in the future when they will have done this again and again.
“Emma,” Donald starts, in a quivering voice, “I meant what I told you last night. I love you. Deeply, madly, violently, and compassionately. I cannot imagine life without you it now. I have known this for a while now, but I just could not put it into words to you.”
“You have brought know so much about myself, especially this last week I don’t know if I can ever thank you enough,” Donald stumbled on. “Emma, will you marry ?”
And as Donald says this, he brings forth a ring box and opens it display a lovely antique diamond ring with a gold band.
With tears in her eyes, Emma replies, “Donald, I love you and have from the start, so much, heart can hardly hold it all. Everything you have done for and how we have discovered so much about each other and ourselves these last months I would have never imagined even a year ago. Yes, it would be honor be your wife.”
With , Donald slips the ring on her finger, moves the tray of the way, and slides on top of her kissing her over and over. Mainly on the lips, but every part of her face and neck are included. Kissing her closed eyelids sends shivers through them both.
Emma spreads her legs and lifts them over Donald’s waist to welcome him into her. He does not need to be invited twice, and soon his cock is up deep in her slowly stroking her love box as it is how he thinks of it now.
They take their time with this wedding dance of love. They both are appreciating each other so much each stroke causes waves of both sheer joy and emotions flow through their bodies. Finally, with expressed knowledge of their devoted love for each other, this sexual encounter is in a way so different and escalated a higher level.
Emma’s hands find their way Donald’s ass cheeks and clench them press him fully up her. They moan with mutual delight as his cock trembles her and her sides contract and holds him firmly. Donald feels his balls filling fuller than he has ever felt them before. When Emma moves her one hand squeeze them and press his taint the cry of bliss is wonderful both their ears.
Donald moves his head down take one of Emma’s nipples and gently sucks on it as his hands knead her other breast let it know it is not forgotten. Her reaction as he moves his other hand stroke her clit is magnificent. His touch sends the message to her brain and nerve endings she is a moment of rapture now.
Their slow waltz begins speed up as each feels their temperature, and other things, rising. The needed release is not far off now. Fast and faster Donald pumps Emma as he rubs her clit, and her hand continues massage his balls as the fingers of her other hand rim his asshole.
Their bodies are both shaking with delight, Emma’s legs clamp him harder her as her back begins arch beneath her. She holds his prick a vice grip her as she bleats a cry of intense elation. Donald can’t hold back either, and with a roar, he shoots his seed well up in her, feeling his balls empty totally and completely.
They collapse together wholly spent. Sweat covers both their bodies from these moments of exultation. They giggle together with the joy of shared love as they gaze at each other, leaning to kiss over and over.
Finally, Donald pulls back a bit and tells Emma they need to hurry to get to church on time. She suddenly does realize it is Sunday morning, and yes, there is so much she is now thankful for she does want to go.
Showered and dressed, they leave for the church. They cannot keep their hands from each other during the , but respectfully. Donald’s arm is around her shoulder as she holds his hands, both the one over her shoulder, but also the other, the left one, which she holds on his knee. She keeps looking down the beautiful ring and what it means.
Donald just whispers her be good and attention the rather than letting her mind wander. She smiles contently, knowing Donald, for now, is back in .
As they are leaving the church, speaking with the minister as they depart, Donald totally astonishes Emma by telling the pastor he would like join the church, as soon as he can. What does he need do make this happen? The preacher, noticing the ring on Emma’s finger, grins and tells Donald he is sure they can make happen very soon; he would be a welcomed member of the flock.
Emma and Donald leave with the glow continuing around them. In the car, Donald drives them lake where they went the first time. Emma blushes remembering her visit there a week ago. It is a crisp winter’s day, so they stay in the car just looking over the lake.
Donald turns her and tells her what he had left earlier morning, “The ring was ’s, and father’s grandmother’s before . It has been family for a long time. Dorothy had it since parents died until this summer when she gave it before we left the Cape. She told she thought you were the right one have it. I knew it was true then, and I don’t know why it has taken this long act on what I wanted.”
“Perhaps it was I felt I didn’t deserve you. Dorothy did pester about it Christmas, and I promised when the time was right, I would. She told me not to wait forever, or it might be too late. When you left last week I was so afraid Dorothy was right. But now I realize it what needed to happen for us to come full circle with things between us to be at this perfect place and time,” Donald continues.
Emma, with tears in her eyes, but her lips turned up in happiness, tells him, “Donald, it doesn’t matter what it took to get you to this point, but you are right, it is the correct time, and place, we have reached. I never would have believed I would ever imagine being married, but since you entered life, you showed there was the right person there, waiting for . There is much we must talk about I think, but first, we probably should Dorothy and Maude and share our news. And then perhaps let Karen and Julie know. Besides Sasha, who we will tell, there is no one else really I am concerned about anymore.”
They hug and kiss some more, then with Emma’s head on Donald’s shoulder, his arms around her, they just sit there for a while watching the water ripple across the lake.
Back at home, they Dorothy and Maude share their news. It is a long and happy video filled with congratulations, best wishes, and love. Both women tell Emma since meeting her she has been part of the family, but they are so glad Donald finally came his senses and is making it official.
As Donald blushes, Emma laughs as his aunt scolds him for taking so long.
After is finished, Donald gets flutes and champagne, and they toast to their future. Donald buzzes for Karen and Julie, something which doesn’t happen often anymore, and they are there moments with inquiring look on their faces.
Donald fills glasses for them and announces his and Emma’s plans for the future, the near future, he emphasizes. Both women hug and kiss them both wishing them complete happiness together.
They soon leave, and Donald and Emma are alone. As their natural habit, they go to the bedroom and undress so they can fully feel themselves against each other. Back in the living room, Donald makes them the drinks they enjoy best as Emma brings sandwiches and sides for them munch on.
They spend part of the afternoon into the evening watching more of the videos Donald had made, but as evening falls he gets the diary he has kept of Subject Z and gives it to Emma to read.
“I’ll read it, Donald, but I want to hear you read the beginning to . I have a feeling it will be the best bedtime story I have ever heard,” Emma tells him.
Donald pulls her on his lap and begins from the beginning. Her first message to him. Emma, as she listens, does wonder how many times he has read message over and over for him have it memorized word for word last night.
The of detail Donald includes about how he feels and reacts all of it shows from the start with her, he has felt so different and began open his own emotions. Not as fully the start as now, he still had an arrogant manner his prose the beginning. Emma realizes she will want read the diary carefully note when begins drop, and the Donald she now knows so well begins appear.
It is not long until Donald is hard; she positions his cock against her slit, so the glans just brushes against her clit as he reads on. Both are enjoying this sensation as Donald continues reading until he is sending her on her way after their first evening together.
By then, they need to pleasure each other completely, so the book abandoned; they make their way to their bedroom. But Donald surprises Emma once again and carries her to the tub to sit on the side as he fills it with warm bubbly water for them to .
She climbs first, her back against the end of the tub, Donald between her legs lifted over his shoulders. She is positioned in a V. He takes his fingers spread her labia and then directs his cock up into her.
Never experiencing this angle before both are overwhelmed with how tight it makes Emma feel and the close contact it offers as Donald thrusts in and of her. Her arms wrap around his neck, and they splash away, sending water over the sides some, but neither caring. It will all dry or be cleaned up later. For now, the crescendoing happening between them is all matters. The fact each time they couple the need and lust they share takes them such heights is amazing both of them.
Donald’s prick up Emma so far and held so tightly the direction he is pounding her is a bit different, and she feels his balls banging against her ass with each thump. She is almost singing with the sexual release this is giving her. Donald is feeling this different approach also and how unique it is. He is flabbergasted once more, Emma and he astound themselves with their ability to reach new sexual levels, not to mention positions they never thought of before.
Over and over, he presses up into her as they both pant with excitement. And as the water crashes over the sides of the tub, they crash with their orgasms also. It takes a moment for him to slid back of her and Emma lower her legs and stretch. They roll, and Emma is now between Donald’s legs her back facing him. He fills the tub with more warm water and begins wash her.
So slowly and carefully, enjoying each inch of her skin, every crease, and curve. Donald knows her body so well now, but each time he touches Emma gives him new awareness about her physique. Emma leans and treasures this time of Donald pampering her. She does want to return the favor in washing him, but she knows tonight he wants to just care for her.
After they dry themselves and climb into bed, as Emma slides next to Donald to sleep, she gazes her ring and thinks, “This was a wonderful first day of the rest of life.”
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E120: Donald tells the story of Subject Z
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Posted:Feb 2, 2020 11:34 am
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Emma and Donald watch a few of the first videos, there will be plenty of time to see them all in the future they both know. But the time they view Emma fingering herself on her bed at the beginning, demonstrating to the professor what she had done in private, they are both so hot and bothered they head to bed. Emma seeing herself that way, is a unique experience and her fingers twitched to play with herself.
Donald smiles at her and tells her to sit on the bed, her legs apart, and show him again how she can pleasure herself like she did that first time. Her grin as she allows her fingers to caress down her body to her cunt shows how excited she is to be doing this him. She tells him to jerk himself while she twiddles and plays with herself. Donald blushes, remembering he had done just that as he watched her that first time.
His cock is in his hand, and he strokes himself as Emma begins to spread her labia to show her wet stickiness already forming. She does get so lubricated so easily anymore. At first it did take a bit, but now it is like a never-ending stream coming from her.
Both stare at the other as they please themselves, getting closer and closer to climaxing. It does not take long before Donald shoots his wad, and Emma cries out as she cums, soaking her hand. Donald takes her hand and licks it clean as she does the same to his sperm covered fingers. They fall together in a satisfying heap on the bed. Donald pulls the comforter over them, and they cuddle together.
“Emma, there is one more Subject which I did not tell you about,” Donald begins. She looks at him quizzically as he says, “Subject Z.” She smiles as this story is one she will like to hear, especially from Donald’s perspective.
After finishing with Subject J, and yes, I displayed her to the club also before we ended things. She was satisfied with her new knowledge and skills, and while I did take her through some of the basic tasks, I realized I wasn’t interested that much. I spent the next year working on book, which was a mainstream success to surprise, but considering the general public’s lust sexual stimulation, even third hand these days, perhaps I should not have been surprised.
I did not date at all, I never really was into that much unless working with subjects on research. I dove into work more and more a couple of years. I had started lecturing at the university, and yes did that evening symposium. It delighted me a short while later to receive the about that evening.
Donald then completely surprises Emma quoting verbatim Emma’s first .
Dear Professor Ryan,
I so enjoyed your lecture on the twenty-first, which seems to give me a tiny glimpse of what could be out there. You were quite eloquent in your explanation about how individuals must take the reins of their life and be willing to explore those things which perhaps seem like over the horizon or past the pre-proposed boundaries they have set themselves.
I feel life has been lived in shades of gray, lacking any color or depth. I am like a piece of coal, hard and dull, but I know there is this flaming ember trying to ignite. But I have no idea how to bring it to the surface.
The rainbow of technicolor delights which are out there us each to explore sounds so inviting, and I would love if you had time to discuss it a bit more with me. Direct me how I could start the fire burning in me.
To find such gratification myself would be beyond my comprehension, but to be able to develop enough that I could bestow such pleasure on another person, them to find such lofty heights would be so rewarding me in itself.
I am sorry intruding on your time, but I felt the need to let you know the impact you had on me the other evening.
Sincerely,
Emma
As he finishes, Donald remembers.
Emma had finished the message with her full name, , phone , and . The last was sweet to Donald as he had that from her in the ‘from’ part of the , but it showed the proper and correct woman that Emma was. Reading what she had written, Donald felt like he was reading a personal letter in longhand, on elegant monogrammed stationery of pale rose.
How he always sees Emma. His soft, gentle rose which shows a vivid and fiery center.
He goes on telling Emma about what he did after receiving her missal.
I looked you up online, finding articles and pictures of you in the alumni magazine and newspaper articles. Every new piece of information I gleaned about you made you more and more interesting to me.
I enjoyed our exchanges of emails as I got to learn about you in detail. Especially the one when you confessed your state and frustration. I am sorry it took me several days to respond, but sudden interest in you, and the idea of helping you to obtain such goals overwhelmed me. I spent part of that week arguing with myself about why I should not pursue things with you, and the other part thinking about what I could teach you, and the fun it would be.
Finally, I compromised with myself, telling myself you would be nothing but another subject to me, but from the start, I thought of you as Subject Z, the climax of all who had gone before. It was only then that I wrote to invite you to visit for the first time.
That evening, seeing you standing there so nervous at my front door did something to me, and I was determined to not let you have an effect on me. You would only be a subject. I would open you fully to a sexual world you had been missing, but nothing more. But at the door it took me a moment to compose myself as I had started to harden seeing you standing there so unsure.
Emma realizes that even though he presents himself as a confident and composed image to the world, Donald is just as unsure of himself, and so needing affection, as she. She snuggles closer to him as he goes on.
I had such mixed feelings that night, I did not know what was happening to me, so the next day when I talked to you on your new phone, and I asked you if you had touched yourself it was me just trying to find a reason to keep you at a distance for a bit first. If you hadn’t responded how you did, I would have probably found some other excuse to make you wait a week until we saw each other again.
But as you saw, I could not keep away from you totally, the phone conversations, and you performing and modeling for me was wonderful to watch. Each time I found myself hard from the start of each of our talks.
Seeing you display yourself in the clothes I had sent you, and your attempt to walk in the heels overwhelmed me. I did find myself jerking myself in response.
And then, when we started down the path we followed, and you earned each pearl, you surprised me over and over with your instinct about what would bring me the most pleasure. Soon I was finding delight in seeing you enjoy each stimulation you received.
Your complete willingness to put yourself into my hands and do anything I instructed you to do was amazing to observe. I did keep a concise diary of all that happened, and yes, the videos. But after mentioning at the beginning that I was working with a Subject Z at the Institute I quickly became very vague about my reports. I did not want to share you, or let others know how you were blooming so fully.
My having you on display at the end was a compromise to my colleagues as they had pushed and pushed to know what was going on. I never should have given in to such foolishness, but I did underneath want them to see just how you were, and I suppose have them envy me finding such a treasure.
Donald pauses then, and after a minute, says, “I would like you to read the diary, and give me your input and view on each part, if no other reason than us to fully understand what we each were going through.”
Emma responds that yes, she would like that. Then she pushes up close to him as he kisses her neck and settles themselves to sleep.
But after turning the lights out, and them now comfortable for the night, Donald kisses her neck and shoulders again, and says in a low, very thoughtful voice, “Emma, I love you.”
Emma’s eyes widen at that statement, the first time Donald has ever told her that. She puts her hand behind her to pull his ass close to her, his cock now resting where it should be, in her damp slit, sighs deeply and just replies, “Thank you.”
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E119: Donald totally surrenders
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Posted:Dec 7, 2019 12:32 pm
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2020 6:11 pm
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Both Donald and Emma know there is so much they need discuss, but there are still a few more steps Donald’s submission which need be completed before they can go such a place. Unsaid, it is understood between them.
Saturday morning, waking, Emma leads him to the shower, and they wash each other. Her cleaning him as her pet to be ready for her, him catering to his mistress to make her spotless. As Emma washes Donald, her hands rub his stomach, and she leans to his ear and tells him, “You made an issue about gaining some weight, but it seems you have gained a bit too," as she pinches a good inch of fat from his stomach, which has appeared during the last few months.
Donald is offended as he feels he always has maintained a constant weight. But when Emma makes Donald step on the scale, it shows his ‘regular weight of 225’ has jumped to 245 pounds. Twenty pounds? How? But he does know with their trips and holidays he has been eating more than usual. The sex exercise is more than ever, but it must not have burned as many calories as he thought.
Emma spanks his ass as he stands on the scale and tells him that just as he knew she needed more exercise to keep at a fit level, it seems he needs to have a regular regiment to follow also.
Donald trembles at what Emma is implying. Having her run the circle in the basement was extremely enjoyable, but if she is suggesting he must be the one on the course, he is not sure how well he would do.
He had figured he was the same weight as always and hadn’t weighed himself since the summer. He feels guilty calling out Emma on her gain from their holiday trips when he must have added pounds just the same.
“Perhaps we'd better start the day with some basement time,” Emma tells him. Shit, as hard as he rode her when he said she needed to get back in shape, will she be as rigid with him?
Emma puts his cock cage back on him, hooks a collar around his neck, and attaches a leash to it. Donald is now Emma’s pet, her having complete control over him. Emma directs him to the basement. Today he will be the one who will have to endure what is ahead there.
On reaching the bottom of the stairs, Donald sees something new in the corner of the room. When was that placed here? he wonders. But Emma does not leave him time to contemplate as she leads him to the exercise circle.
The handcuffs are hanging down, and Emma lifts Donald's arms to be clipped in. He being taller, it is not the stretch as it is for her, but she pulls the crank to raise the circle a few inches, so he is now on his tiptoes. Emma takes the leader’s seat on the high stool with the crop in her hand. She swats Donald’s ass once and tells him to start.
For the next hour, he circles and circles the ring, receiving a slap from the crop on alternate cheeks at each round. Even his upper thighs get attention. Towards the end of the time, Donald begins to slow some, panting from the exertion, and Emma swats his cock before she does one to each cheek, telling him to keep going.
The incredible sting to his shaft where Emma spanks him brings tears to his eyes as he circles again. And when she slaps at his glans this time to spur him on, the tears flow down his face. Besides the tears, sweat is beginning to pour from him. He is giving off a musky scent, which is enjoyable to smell but shows he is getting the workout he needs.
Emma keeps him circling for about fifteen more minutes, then has him stop and she unfastens the handcuffs. Slapping him on his cheeks with the crop, Emma directs Donald to the rac His arms and legs outstretched, she hooks him the rack as he had her. She gets a peacock feather, which she uses begin caress his cock and thighs. He starts harden against the cage, and the pain that causes him keeps the tears flowing. Emma keeps teasing him mercilessly, not allowing him cum. Small precum does drip from his slit, which Emma scoops up with her finger and brings it Donald’s lips lick clean.
She pulls on his leash remind him that she is in charge. After a half-hour of this torture, Emma releases him from the rack and pulls him to the new contraption in the corner. He realizes what it is and what Emma is going to make him do.
Seeing his recognition of what it is, Emma taunts Donald, “So it seems you are rather familiar with a crowning chair. Have you ever used one before?” Donald just shakes his head no.
“Well, then this will be a new experience for you. Lay on your back on the board. Then pull yourself under the chair,” Emma directs him.
The chair is opened like a toilet seat for Emma to sit on. Donald is now under her ass and cunt, his nose and lips just inches from them as he waits for her to settle in the seat. Just using his lips and tongue, he presses up so he is against Emma’s slit and begins to lick her. Starting at her clit, he works backward over her dripping slit and then presses up into her vag before moving on to rim her asshole.
He moves back to where he started. He goes on this way, his face getting so sticky wet from all of Emma’s discharge as she moans with pleasure at his innate ability to know just where to touch, with just the right pressure to give Emma the most sexual satisfaction.
Being in this subservient position under Emma makes Donald realize the control Emma now has over him. He becomes aroused beyond belief. The cage holds him tight, but he manages to have an internal climax, sending sparks flying through his body. A little precum again releases from him. Emma sees this. She leans and undoes the cock cage. She does not touch him but allows him to harden as he licks her to an orgasm. After she comes, Emma slaps his shaft, glans, and balls several times, telling him he needs to calm himself.
He replies, “Yes, mistress. Thank you for releasing me. I will hold myself back from cumming fully.” Donald has become Emma’s fully dirigible slave; her wishes and desires are for him to make happen. At this moment, he has no control over himself; he is Emma’s to do with as she will.
Emma knows a metanoia has come over Donald; his life is no longer how he has carefully arranged it to be. He has reached a new state of enlightenment about himself and how he sees the world now. This softer, more compliant, Donald is so different than that haughty professor she met that first evening at this house. And she herself is changed so, not the meek, nervous, wallflower so afraid of being noticed. Both are now so much better-rounded people for knowing each other.
Donald, telling her all about his studies and research, unburdening himself of things he had held in such esteem, but now in the revealing of all that happened, he has learned some of the dark sides to his actions, behaviors, and beliefs. Together they now can switch and complement each other in the way each craves and needs to have a fulfilling relationship together.
Emma had planned on making Donald go through one more experience before she released him from these days of punishment, but she now wonders if she should. She helps him stand from the board, undoes the collar and leash, telling him that they will keep them down here for when he exercises. “ days a week for you, days for , I think will keep us both fit,” Emma tells him as she pats his face affectionately.
She takes his hand and leads him upstairs the living room. On the couch, she pulls him her and holds him tight as she talks quietly him. “Donald, I was going make you sit in the hall outside our room while I had Connie over with, but while it might be interesting, I think you have pretty much learned your lesson about how wrong it was film without letting know. I want you spend the rest of today dismantling all of the video equipment from every room. Then I think we will use some of it to set up a ‘film studio’ in the fourth bedroom for us to broadcast. Both individually and together on our profile pages. But that will be down the road. Just get things taken down and then come back and join me.”
Hearing Emma say she thought about being with Connie again totally shakes Donald. Just the thought of Connie manipulating Emma again is offensive to him. But the shaking of his body at such a thought calms upon realizing Emma’s decision not to go there, and he feels better. Though he wonders why Emma would even consider such a thing.
For the next several hours, Donald does as Emma directed him. All of the secret cameras are taken from the living room and bedrooms. When he goes to put the equipment into the fourth bedroom, he sees that besides having a lock put on the door, Emma has decorated the room – its walls are painted a muted color, there is now a queen-size bed with silk sheets in the center of the room, and a cupboard filled with some of their favorite toys. And there are a couple of face masks for them to wear to hide their identities. Donald can’t wait until they broadcast for the first time from here.
Emma even has a table set up with a couple of laptops, and as he looks closely at things, she has set it up so the comments which will come in as they broadcast will be displayed on one of the walls so they can see what is being said as they perform. Emma seems to think of everything.
When all is finished, it is after dus This cold week in January has been something so unusual and different than Donald ever could have expected, but he is so glad it happened. That Emma seems have forgiven him, and things are so good between them now.
Donald returns the living room see Emma waiting. Drinks and sandwiches are on the coffee table, awaiting him join her. As he sits, taking Emma in his arms and kisses her deeply, he tells her all is done.
“Well then, perhaps this would be a good time for us start watching some of the DVDs you made over the last months,” Emma playfully tells him as she turns on the television and he sees her that first evening standing nervously at his front door, waiting for him invite her in.
Donald’s heart melts, seeing her so shyly standing there, and emotions he never realized are possible wash over him as he pulls her his lap for them start watch their first meeting.
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E118: Subject J: Donald almost reaches the end
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Posted:Dec 6, 2019 9:48 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 11:53 pm
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When Donald finishes about Subject I, he does want to continue with the story about Subject J right away to be done with this. But he knows there is something he needs to discuss with Emma alone first. Julie and Karen do not know anything about this part of things which started when he came to The Institute here, and they should not know.
He looks Emma in the eye and asks her to please come with him for a few minutes. She can see from Donald’s demeanor that it is something important, so suggests Karen and Julie refresh all their drinks, and they will be right back.
Emma and Donald go to the bedroom, and he pulls her to him on the bed. Lying facing each other, Donald begins, a bit embarrassed but needing Emma to so understand.
“Do you remember your last two pearls?” he asks. Emma comprehends where he is going and just nods as she pulls a little on the heart of her pearl necklace.
Donald tells her the rest of the story of Subject I.
The whole foolishness at the club with my colleagues began when I came here five years ago. Most of the staff had been assembled before my arrival, and a couple of the doctors who seemed to control the others began the practice. When anyone finished with a subject of one of their studies, helped her, or him at times, reach a new level of sexual awakening, they would display their success for the rest of us. We found that club which welcomed us as members and would regularly allow us to use that study and dining room for our ‘special meetings.’
It seemed harmless at first, just showing off a woman to the others, and all the subjects seemed to like this added attention also. At first, I thought this game was helping us all bind together as a team, but in the end, as you know, I saw how detrimental it really was.
I had been to about seven or eight of these afternoons with others displaying their results when I finished with Subject I. All of the team were rather interested in the results of this one as they had heard about what all it entailed.
So, about a month after her evening with her new friend here at the house, I approached him first about the afternoon at the club and what it would involve. He talked with Subject I about it, and she agreed that it would be a nice conclusion for all of us to see how he now had her so firmly in hand.
That afternoon he and I escorted her to the club, took her cape off in the hallway, where I was surprised, but also pleased to see she had been soundly spanked before coming. Her rosy ass cheeks just added to the whole picture she was going to present.
We walked into the study where the rest of my team was sitting, much as they had when I displayed you. I led them both in, then had him lead her around the circle so all could see her rosy bottom. Then he sat in the chair in the center of the circle and had her lay over his lap as he spanked her soundly.
All of my colleagues were impressed by how she reacted and whimpered. At dinner, I had him sit at the head of the table, as he was the one totally in control of her now, and she crouched on the center of the table with her ass raised for all to enjoy as we ate.
After dinner, he asked if any of the group would like to spank his bad girl. Four of the ten men and Connie raised their hands that they would like to. Subject I looked at her now master when he said that, but he just nodded to her, helped her from the table and back into the study.
One by one, the four men took turns sitting in the chair in the center of the circle, and each spanked her for about ten minutes each. All did place their other hand in her slit to hold her and see just how wet she was. After each spanking, she would walk to her man, and he would lick her clean of all her juices before the next took the seat to continue her punishment.
Then it was Connie’s turn, and she started by having Subject I stand in front of her, legs apart as she fingered her for about five minutes, getting her exceptionally wet. Subject I just whined and shudder at Connie’s touch begging for more.
And then to everyone’s enjoyment, Connie leaned and began to lick Subject I’s slit, up in her vag, and all over her clit as she cried out in pleasure. Connie’s hands were firmly on Subject I’s ass cheeks pulling her closer and closer and not letting up until Subject I’s back arched, she screamed out and showed how thoroughly she was cumming.
I still remember Connie looking up at her and telling her what a bad girl she was, and to get across her lap right away. Connie had raised her dress, so her thighs were bare for Subject I to lay on. Connie’s hand firmly in Subject I’s crotch just stroking her, she began to spank her over and over.
Back and forth over both cheeks, then again and again on the same one as Subject I cried and cried in a mixture of pain and pleasurable joy from such treatment. Connie continued on for over twenty minutes as Subject I tearfully begged to be released. Finally, her master stood and walked over to Connie and her and told Subject I to stand. He then walked her twice around the circle while Connie looked on with a smile.
They left then after she said a meek thank-you to everyone.
In a different way I did display Subject J to the group too, but as you know, that practice has come to an end, probably long overdue. We have some new members of the team, and the two who started it all have left. No longer in this field of research as I suggested strongly to them months ago that they did not really seem to understand what the Institute was trying to do, rather they were only interested in their own sexual satisfaction,
The whole time Donald is explaining this to Emma, she has been stroking his cock. Donald is hard now, and so wants to consummate the act with Emma, but there is part of him that needs to tell about Subject J and confess the rest of things without being satisfied. Until all is said and done, he does not feel he deserves to find release. So he takes Emma’s fingers from his shaft and asks her to put him in his cage for now.
Slightly confused but comprehending that this is something Donald needs at the moment, she puts the cock cage on him. Locks it and clips the small key to her necklace. She leads him back into the kitchen, where Karen and Julie are waiting. Their robes are now gone, and from the blush on both their cheeks it is obvious that they have pleasured each other while they were left alone in the kitchen.
It is funny, the four of them, all nude seems like the natural and correct state of things. Emma and Donald have been in the raw since Julie and Karen’s arrival, and they arrived just in semi-opened robes. It is nice that they all feel so comfortable together they can be this way.
“Donald would like to finish his story about Subject J,” Emma tells them. They both see the cock cage locked on his still semi-hard cock and wonder why he is so held like that now. From Emma’s demand? Or his request? Either way, it does add to the whole picture.
Emma sits down at the table by Julie and Karen, but Donald remains standing. His head is downturned, and he sees the tip of his cock cage as he blushes and begins to tell the story of Subject J, which he is a bit ashamed of.
He begins.
Three years ago, Subject J came into the spectrum for about three months. She wanted to expand her sexual limits; see how far she could reach before saying her boundaries were met. She came at a good time for me, I guess. I was over forty-five, okay, past forty-six, and felt somewhat vulnerable about where I was in life. I had never had a real relationship with anyone, nor thought I ever would, and wondering how long, sexually, I would be active. She seemed like a good candidate for me to help, and she help me.
Her willingness to stretch herself and her limits sounded so agreeable to me that I quickly ran her through the basics and arranged our meetings to be conducted here at the house for the most part. She agreed to all which I suggested.
Over the twelve weeks, I did move through different sexual techniques with her. She had to pass each step to go on to something more. She had some sexual history with men, but all had been rather bland for the most part. A lot of missionary position and not much more. She had gone down on a few but had never experienced a man giving her oral gratification.
So we began.
The first time she arrived, I had her strip and walk around for me until she got comfortable being naked in front of me. I did act a bit arrogant with her, I suppose, but I really had no feelings for her and just wanted her to justify my virility for me.
That day I had her lean over the coffee table, and I fucked her doggie style with just my pants down to my knees. When I finished, I pulled them back up, so she never saw me naked. There was something about just making her a vessel for my release that seemed so right. I told her to dress and leave as I left the room.
I know how bad I must have seemed to her, but she kept coming back to find out what would be next.
I had her visit three or four times a week, though, in the end, it was daily as I tried to prove to myself just how virile I was. She would strip upon entering; do whatever I commanded. I did spank her standing a few times, which she just whined and shivered from. I had her suck me over and over to get me hard and sometimes even cum all over her face.
I admit, I was horrible during this time, but I just didn’t care.
I did do things to pleasure her, which is why she wanted more and more. The first time I went down on her, she told me it felt like an out-of-body experience. Never had anyone done that to her before, and now she craved such attention.
I had her wear butt plugs to stretch her, and the first time about a week later, I had anal sex with her she almost passed out. I felt her anus clench against me over and over, and the heat from her slit and vag as I rubbed them was so hot. She wanted more and more.
I only let her stay one night towards the end. Karen and Julie, I know you knew about that as you came to change the sheets while she was still sleeping. I had long risen, and I should have told her to leave, but that night, she had pleasured me rather well, and I felt a slight affection for her.
But I knew she was nothing to me, she had expanded her horizons as she wished, and I knew it had to end. I had confirmed to myself I was still virile, but suddenly did not see the point of it anymore.
So Subject J, with a fitting goodbye, was sent on her way. I did give her pointers for finding a more permanent mate, as I was never to be that. I think she did a short time later.
To be honest, that experience made me realize that I did not want to do any more hands-on research with subjects. I had enough. I turned my attention to finish writing my most recent book, which did really impact the mainstream market. I began teaching at the university more and more and decided that would be my life from now on.
Until….
Donald looks so deeply into Emma’s eyes as he says the last part she suddenly understood so much more. All the things she wondered about how things began between them. She just nods her head slightly.
Karen and Julie, moved by this last confession of Donald and seeing there was something very deep brewing between him and Emma, thank the two for the drinks and stories, pull their robes around them, and hastily leave.
After they left, Donald tells Emma about the display of Subject J at the club.
I paraded her around the circle, allowing his colleagues to touch and tickle her before dinner to their hearts’ content. Yes, as usual, Connie was very enamored of Subject J and had her lean some while she played her slit so she could suck Subject J’s boobs.
After dinner, the members of The Institute rolled the dice, and the winners for the evening declared. That night, much to her delight Connie won the first chance. She and Subject J left the room and to our surprise were gone for over an hour.
When they returned, both were rather disheveled but with large grins on their faces. The other men wondered just how much fun the two women had together. Subject J’s skin was rosy and glowing, and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of Connie.
She went one by one with the other two winners of the evening, only gone under a half-hour with each. They later told me that while she sucked them both to cumming, she did not want to have intercourse with them, or they touch her much.
When I took her arm to depart, she pulled from me and ran to Connie, throwing herself at her, wrapping her arms around Connie’s neck, and kissing her deeply. She was full of thanks to Connie as I directed her to leave.
I do, at times, wonder what Connie’s talents are to get these women so enraptured with her. But as I said, Subject J did find a man not long after to be her regular companion, so perhaps just the one night with Connie, another woman, was enough.
Connie did try to get her contact information from me but backed down and apologized when I told her sternly that we did not interact with someone who was a subject outside of our research.
When Donald finishes, Donald and Emma look longingly at each other. She stands and takes his hand and leads him to the bedroom. There the cock cage is removed, and they fall together onto the bed. Emma pulls the covers over them, and for now, they just lock together, arm in arm, and fall asleep.
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E117: Subject I
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Posted:Dec 4, 2019 3:42 pm
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It is early evening by the time Emma and Donald have cleaned up from their dinner. Donald is just making drinks for the of them when the backdoor rings and Karen and Julie walk in with a pie. They are both in robes, which are a bit open, so Emma and Donald being completely naked are not that different in appearance. , all of them have been becoming more and more being undressed around each other, whether from massages or just being together, especially of late with Donald’s recitals.
“I just took this of the oven and thought you might like some dessert with us,” Julie tells them. Both agree that it would be lovely. Donald makes more drinks, brings them and plates the table, and the pie is cut.
As they enjoy the dessert, Emma tells Donald that this would be a good time go on with his stories of previous subjects.
Donald looks quizzically at Emma as Karen and Julie are sitting there too. He had told the part in their presence, but do so again? Emma nods him begin, and he realizes this next part did take place in this house some, so he starts.
, there are the final subjects, both different, but were ones since I moved here. Subject I was shortly after I arrived, and the Institute opened. I had just bought this house and hired Karen and Julie take care of it for . They didn’t know too much about research yet, nor what exactly was going on with Subject I. Subject J was about a year later, which Karen and Julie were more aware of.
Karen and Julie acknowledge this, and both virtually licked their lips as they always wondered about Subject I and speculated what was happening, but they never had a clue, so now they will know.
Emma is calculating in her mind. Donald arrived here years ago, he would have been forty- when doing the research with Subject I, and forty- years old when with Subject J. ‘So his last Subject was over years before we met,’ Emma thinks.
All eyes are on Donald now as he begins tell about Subject I.
Since I was with Subject A, Mary, I had not spanked any of the subjects I worked with. That whole episode of following her father’s instruction discipline her had been just that. Following his instructions, while I tried get her realize that type of life was not what she wanted.
I hadn’t thought about spanking as a proper punishment for someone, or that it could be sexual in nature. When I did it the few times with Subject A, as I said, it was help her come her own realization.
When Subject I came on the scene, she outdid Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shew tenfold. It took little time for the idea of dealing with her as the Shew seemed like a viable means to get her attention. And then it took on a different course and outlook.
Subject I was a spoiled, bratty, self-centered woman, to say the least. She contacted us saying she wanted us to train her to enjoy a more diverse sex life. After preliminary tests and interviews, she was recommended to me to work with as it might lead to more close-up research of deviancies.
She had seemed fine when trying to get accepted, but once she had her first interview session with me, her true personality came out in full force. I was ready to terminate things in the first fifteen minutes. I started by asking a little about herself, which she went off in a rampage about ‘she was there to learn, not to sit around chatting,’ and more and more along that , not giving a moment speak.
She kept pointing and shaking her finger at as she went on and on. As I said, I was ready just tell her . She was not paying for anything, so this behavior and complaining about us not doing what was expected was unacceptable. But as she did not let up I had enough. I stood, and in swift action I was holding her wrist, raising her from her chair, sitting on it and pulling her over lap. She gasped in surprise as she was not sure what was going on.
I had her dress pulled up the middle of her back, her panties down mid-thigh as she kicked and wiggled and demanded know what I thought I was doing.
With left hand firmly holding her waist keep her still, right hand came decisively down on her right ass cheek. She cried as I quickly followed that with a slap her left cheek. Then back and forth several times her ass started redden. I did not say a word, yet, just spanked her bare bottom as she kicked and screamed.
Finally, I slowed for a minute as she started to cry and began to tell her between spanks, “I (spank) will (spank) not (spank) tolerate (spank) this (spank) type (spank) of (spank) behavior (spank)” Keeping up the firm spankings I explained things to her, sometimes repeatedly on cheek or thigh then the other, or back and forth,
“You will do as you are told when here, you will not behave as you just have, you will not shake your finger at , nor will you be allowed talk back or yell at anyone. If you do, this is where you will find yourself, over lap with your panties down, receiving a spanking, which I think has been long overdue.”
I finished spanking her and pulled her stand. I told her to go to the corner to stand for a while. She stomped her foot and said she did not have to do what I said. I replied, “No, you can pull your panties up, your skirt and never return. Or you will get back over lap for more as that spanking didn’t seem do the job it should have.”
tone was calm, and she stood with a strange on her like she was trying decide what do. She did so want learn and expand her sexual skills, but her instilled brattiness was so embedded in her; she did not know how control her outbursts. She kicked out towards the chair leg but calf. I no longer waited for her decide, rather over lap again she went. I spanked her even harder for a good fifteen minutes.
She kicked and cried, but then a slight change seemed come over her, and she was gasping with each slap. I could see that the back of her neck was red, and her body was trembling. I slowed and just rubbed her cheeks with hand as the other spread her legs and moved between them. Touching her slit, I felt the wetness and realized what was happening to her. She squealed as I touched her there, but then started kicking her legs again, so the spanking resumed for another minutes or so.
When I finished, I took hold of her ear and stood her. I marched her to the corner and pressed her nose to the wall. She was crying with tears running down her . She started reach her hands her ass rub it, but I grabbed them and moved them for her hold behind her neck.
I spoke quietly and serenely, “You do not rub yourself after a spanking, and when you have corner time, your hands are kept folded behind your neck. Do you understand?” Subject I just nodded. I stepped back from her see if she would try move, but she stayed as she was told. I went back to desk and did some work for about a half-hour.
Then I walked up and stood behind her, she could feel breath on her neck as I told her to spread her legs. She complied, and I pressed fingers up past her labia and up and down her slit. It was rather covered in her sticky juices. Subject I gutturally moaned and leaned back into chest.
“Did I say you could move your nose from the wall?” I asked her as I spanked each of her cheeks once more. She cried and meekly said no as she pressed her back into the corner.
“Now it seems from appearances that you liked your spanking in some ways. Did you? What caused that? Did you feel you deserved to be spanked?” I whispered in her ear.
“Come,” I went on, and took her wrist and led her to her chair to sit. She did wiggle some from her still slightly rosy ass hitting the fabric. I moved and sat at desk. “Now, let’s try start again. Remember, if in any way, you act up, we will just repeat what just happened.”
Her panties were still around her knees, and her dress bunched at her waist. I told her to straighten herself before we began. Subject I lifted her panties back up on her and smoothed her dress. Perhaps considering I should have not allowed her such freedom quite so soon.
I asked her, “Do you understand why you were spanked?”
She replied somewhat hesitantly that not totally, she knows what I told her about talking the way she did, but to be treated so, like a little bad , she didn’t like.”
“No,” I replied, “You were treated like a spoiled, bratty, woman did not know how properly behave. And I will continue discipline you in this way you break that habit. When you show appropriate respect, then, and then, will I consider teaching you what you so want learn. But this lesson is going be foremost as I think it has a large effect on you not getting total sexual pleasure or sustaining a relationship.”
“THAT NOT WHAT I WANT!” she exclaimed and again the foot-stomping. That was going to have to end. “YOU HAVE NO FUCKIN’ RIGHT TO DO THAT TO ME, AND I WANT YOU TO DO WHAT I SAID FOR YOU TO DO.”
She was a slow learner. I opened desk drawer, and found a wide ruler picked it up, walked her, again by her ear, led her the bathroom off office. She tried pull away, but I held her firmly as I soaped a washcloth and stuffed it in her mouth when she opened it complain more.
“I will not tolerate such language, such shouting, or your demanding things you have no say-so over,” I told her as I pressed the cloth into her mouth farther as she choked a bit on the soap taste. “Now bend forward,” as I pressed her chest and stomach down on the counter. Her dress up and panties down in a flash again, and I began to spank her with the wooden ruler. She cried out through the washcloth on each stroke.
This spanking lasted about fifteen minutes. Her bottom had red lines across it, and her upper thighs by the time I slowed. “Now I am going to check you, and if you are how I expect you will be, then you will be hand spanked for more minutes,” I warned her as I pressed her thighs apart and did a finger check of her cunt. She was dripping, and shudders ran through her whole body at the touch of fingers.
“You are rather close cumming, aren’t you?” I demanded of her. She meekly replied she was. “Well, don’t you dare cum, you have minutes over lap and then, and then I might allow you .” I sternly told her.
Pulling her to a standing position, I removed the cloth from her mouth and again by her ear, took her to her chair where I sat, and pulled her over lap. As the hand spanking resumed, I told her that next visit, I would make sure to have a brush, paddle, and small strap to use if needed. She would learn to behave properly before I was finished with her.
When the spanking ended, I had her stand, I pulled up her panties and smoothed her dress down. “Now go, this has been a wasted session today. See the receptionist for the times for your next sessions when you . And all things considered, do not touch yourself or do anything to allow you to cum your next appointment, your behavior today does not warrant you that pleasure.”
She began to mutter about she didn’t have to come back if she didn’t want to and could do what she wanted on her own time.
“Enough,” I told her, “, I have spent too much time on you already. If you do not want to return, don’t, but you never will be allowed to again, and if you do climax in any way before your next appointment, you will confess and be spanked before we even begin, or I will terminate your treatment myself.”
That was enough to shut her up. The dripping wetness in her crotch, her soaked panties pressing against her, must have made her realize the other side she was getting from what all had happened today, so she just nodded in understanding and left.
The receptionist said she was very subdued when she requested her appointment schedule. But then a bit pressing when she learned we would meet times a week. She wanted every day but did not make an outburst and accepted what she was told. Just before she left, of assistants came her and handed her an envelope telling her it was her assignment from me have ready for her next session. She was read it and do as it said immediately when she got home she was told.
The message, when she opened it as soon as she got to her car stated: When you reach home you are to sit at your desk or table and spend as long as it takes you to write the following in perfect handwriting 500 times: I am a spoiled, bratty woman needs be spanked when I misbehave. The message concluded that if there were errors in her lines, she would be dismissed from treatment.
Tears did well in her eyes it seemed as she drove home. She did as she had been told and finished her lines while her stomach grumbled in hunger. It took her hours complete the task and finished by taking a picture time and date stamped with her phone as she had been directed do.
By then, her cunt was throbbing, and she so wanted release but contained herself fixing dinner and going bed early. This and what happened over the next days I learned during our next session days later.
Emma is enjoying this recital much more than she could imagine. This was where Donald perfected his wonderful spanking technique. While somewhat jealous of Subject I for being the first experience it, she did a silent thanks her for helping Donald acquire this ability.
As she thought about it, Emma is glad he had never taken her by her ear that way, she would not like it, but hearing about it happening did tingled through her. ‘Such a strange bag of dislikes and desires being so intermingled,’ Emma contemplates.
Karen and Julie sitting on the side of the table across from Donald as he spins his tale have been feverishly stroking each other’s spread, bare, thighs as they listen. Spanking and discipline were not things they engaged in, but the idea of it, and what Donald had been up when they first began working for the professor was arousing on this different level.
Pausing, at this point in his story, Donald looks around at each of the women wondering how they are taking this. They all smile encouragingly him continue, so he feels confident enough go on with this somewhat peculiar interlude with Subject I.
The second session started a bit better. Subject I did bring her ‘homework’ in a folder so keep the sheets clean. A printout of the picture showing the time and date was included. I made her sit there for several minutes while it appeared I was checking each sheet for possible errors. , I was applauding myself for her have so complied with her assignment.
I ripped all the sheets in half and threw them in the wastepaper basket. I could tell from the on her she was in anguish that her hard work was being so dismissed. I took the questionnaire I had tried to start at the last session again, but before beginning those question I looked at her closely and asked, “Tell the truth, as I will know if you are lying, did you touch or satisfy yourself in any way since days ago?”
Subject I blushed deeply and began stammer that no she had not. I opened the drawer desk and brought a wooden hairbrush with sharp bristles and laid it on the desk. “Let’s try again. Did you touch, with, or bring yourself orgasm since leaving here last time?”
She could see by the on and staring at the brush now in the open, that she had be truthful. But being her, she tried cover it all with excuses and how it wasn’t her fault or intentional. I opened the drawer again and laid an oval leather paddle on the desk.
She gulped as I said, “I asked you a simple yes or no question, did you in any way make yourself feel good sexually since I sent you home?”
She blushed deeply and admitted in a whisper, “Yes.”
I told her I did not care about any of the circumstances, but she had disobeyed the rules set down. “I should just make you now and not be bothered with you,” I told her. “What reason should I continue this if you will not do what you are told to?”
She was crying hard now, tears streaming down her . She confessed that after finishing her lines and dinner that night, in bed, still feeling her ass a bit sore from the afternoon punishment made her start drip and drip. She didn’t know what was coming over her, and she didn’t even touch herself; she had moved her hand her and rubbed her ass cheeks feeling the heat still there. A wild orgasm overtook her, making her back arch, her vagina throb, and intense shockwaves cascade over her body. It was of the best orgasms she ever had and had not done anything, just remembering being spanked for misbehaving.
This revelation intrigued me. That she could get such a sense of arousal of just remembering being spanked over someone’s knees was something worthy of further study. I could not let her know. Her biggest punishment would be being dismissed and sent away not return, which I knew I would use if needed.
Instead, I pointed a chair set at the side of desk, in easy reach of the accessories I just laid . I told her from now on, this would be where she was spanked when we were in office when told, she was, without hesitation, to go and stand to the side of the chair and wait for get situated. She was lift her dress and cuff it stay up at her waist.
“Now get there,” I told her. She hesitated for a few seconds, and after about had passed, I began slowly count. ………… it took she was standing in position raising her dress. I came and sat on the chair, and as I pulled her over lap I explained that if I ever had start counting for her obey, she better be where she was supposed before I got . Any after that the higher the count would add a great deal each spanking session.
She sniffled and said she was sorry; it was all just so new her. Her panties lowered. I made her spread her legs wide, telling her how she was position herself when being punished. She whimpered through all of this, somewhat knowing what was coming, but so in the dark about what the brush and paddle would feel like. The ruler had stung, and she hoped she would never experience that again, but these implements, now how bad will they feel?
The air wafted over her bare cheeks and tickled against the wetness already forming between her legs. She wiggled in anticipation of what would happen. I spanked each of her cheeks and told her to stay still, or it would be worse. And then I began. Spanking with hand first rosy both cheeks, then the leather paddle was soundly spank each cheek all around and her thighs. She cried and kicked with each spank. I moved hand from holding her back holding her cunt, fingers up in her vag a little keep her steady. The palm of hand grazed her clit, and I continued spanking her. The leather paddle did a nice job on her.
I should mention, after the initial visit with her, I went a purchased the paddle, brush, and a short leather belt with a handle. That she would learn about later. And a few of each for in office, in the session room, and even for at home. There would be tools needed for discipline ready at hand wherever we would be.
After being spanked for a good while with hand, then the paddle, then scratched a bit with the bristles before finishing with the hairbrush, I took her to the corner to stand. She cried the whole time she was there but looking over at her now and then I know she had to have cum a of times from the after feelings she was experiencing.
She behaved for most of that day’s session and did begin answer questions about her background and previous sexual activities. She revealed that she was the of a wealthy had more or less spoiled her, letting her have her way, especially when she acted or demanded things. She had never been called into for her actions or behavior.
I informed her that it was going drastically change as long as she was a subject for . Her behavior would be dealt with as needed help her get rid of these bad personal characteristics. I explained that they had a lot do with her not being able connect with someone and fully enjoy each other.
Throughout this interview session, which lasted about hours, she acted up a of times, but after a sound spanking she would calm for a while. The last time, while I knew it was from frustration as she felt herself getting closer and closer needing cum when she lashed in response a question about an earlier relationship I brought the leather strap out.
It was about inches wide and inches long. It had a firm handle for hold and gave a slapping sting with each spank. The irritating prickle which would run through her whole body beginning at the ass cheek spanked and flowing outward was almost overwhelming. It hurt and stung so, but the inner twinge felt like sparkles running through her body.
The last time she was in the corner, after about fifteen minutes I came behind her and began rub her slit, sticking a fingers up in her vag as I polished her clit with thumb. I let her lean back against as she began spasm and cum over and over. She was crying from that experience too. I had got her to open her inner emotions so much in just the sessions.
I kissed her neck as she calmed and told her I wanted her to behave herself our next session. Before she left, I gave her a small notebook, which I told her she had to document whenever she was short with someone, lost her temper, or behaved inappropriately. She was not to anything as for her begin acknowledge this behavior was the first step.
She agreed and asked if she would be reprimanded at the next session for her reported behavior. “What do you think?” I asked her, and she blushed, thinking about the lap time she would probably be spending in days.
After that, our sessions would begin by her handing over the notebook, inspecting it while she went and placed herself by the chair waiting for what would come. That part always took from thirty minutes to an hour. Then we would move to of the session rooms where I would undress her completely, then have her lay on the bed as I examined and played with her finding what things brought her the most enjoyment.
These sessions went on for about months, usually resulting in or more spankings during them as she acted up. She was starting become calmer and less bratty as time went by. And beginning let go more and more when we tried different things.
That was when I expanded the sessions be at the house sometimes. I was seeing her now days a week, we would spend time in the bedroom working on different techniques bring her the most pleasure. But in reality, she would usually act up at least once each session require a spanking. I came realize this was what she was now craving.
Julie and Karen speak up at this. They talk about knowing something was going on in that room, but as new working for him, they did not want be too curious. Though they had heard spankings being given a few times and did wonder. Especially the moaning that accompanied the crying.
Donald laughs a little at this. “Yes, she was enjoying herself more than learning to behave, I think. I thought at times she acted up just to get spanked after this had been going on for a while. It was all very interesting to me and did expand knowledge bank about this type of kink a great deal. And made realize, being in control over her administer the spanking was arousing also. I began get hard-ons when spanking her, which she would wiggle her went cunt against, ruining a few pairs of pants I would just be nude also when spanking her.”
“Her wet slippery cunt rubbing against hard cock, coating it as she withered with enjoyment as her cheeks were spanked and slapped rosy made aware of how much this type of situation worked for both parties,” Donald goes on.
“So tell , Donald,” Emma asks him, “Now that you have experienced being the receiver of the spanking, besides just the administrator of it, which is more enjoyable to you?”
Donald blushes scarlet, to have it disclosed to Julie and Karen that Emma now spanks him is embarrassing. But he realizes that just like them seeing him in stockings and the like, for this to be made known, does thrills running through him. He coughs and replies Emma’s question, “I like both sides of it, I am not sure if I prefer over the other, each gives such a different feeling, which enthrall . What about you?
Emma smiles at him and says it is much the with her. “At first, I wasn’t sure about giving you a spanking, but the feeling of empowerment which washes over you is as enjoyable as feeling yourself being taken in hand and disciplined like you want have happen.”
Karen and Julie at each other over these statements and wonder if leaving this aspect of their relationship is limiting the ultimate joy they feel together. Emma seems to sense what they are thinking and assures them that such activity is not for everyone, it just is something some people find to add to the mix.
Donald goes back to finish this part of his story.
Finally, with her attitude changed Subject I began cumming multiple times in all ways. The last weeks after a sex session, and spanking if needed, she worked online talking men try find someone right for her. I supervised these chats, and when I felt there was a good match, I had her compose and him a detailed message about how she needed regular discipline as she often acted like a brat, but if properly spanked when she acted up she would be good.
Subject I was so embarrassed have do this, but I told her she could not hide this issue from someone. She began chatting with one man and was very attracted to him, and it appeared him to her. The man was intrigued by her confession and asked her to explain more. She hesitantly did, along with giving basic information about our sessions and her trying to be better so to reach the point she was at now.
He knew about me and training and supervision of her and even mentioned he would like talk with some fully understand what Subject I required from a partner. He lived a short distance away, so it was arranged for him come house for dinner on a Friday evening.
I did have Karen and Julie prepare a meal for us but sent them for the night, saying they would not be needed Sunday.
I had the man arrive first, and I outlined what Subject I was like, and what she needed keep her in over cocktails. She arrived, and from the start was a little miffed that we would meet first without her. Her attitude was far from stellular, and I told him that if he wanted anything to work with her he needed to take her in hand right from the start.
He looked and me, and I nodded. She had been sitting next to him on the couch as she ranted on. With swift motion, he had her over his lap, with nod of approval raised her dress and pulled down her panties. And began.
She could not believe what was happening. His hands were strong and nice sized, so the red marks he left on each cheek stood . He kept spanking her for a few minutes before he began tell her how her behavior on arriving was totally unacceptable, and after a time for her when he finished, we would try again see if she could meet him for the first time acting properly.
She cried and cried and kicked and squirmed, but as said, he was strong and held her tight. She eventually calmed enough and was just crying from her punishment when he told her to stand and go to the corner she was told she could rejoin us. His forcefulness was like an elixir to her. Without any foot-stomping or arguing she went to the corner, her nose against the wall and her hands behind her head. She did not touch her bottom at all as she knew she was not allowed to.
We had a more drinks, talked together about general things as she stood in the corner. When our conversation turned to keeping her in and the discipline she needed, and what I recommended, we could see her squirming listening. The man walked over the corner, spanked both her cheeks a good times each, and told her to keep still. She cried she would. We then left her there as I took him to the bedroom to show him the spanking accessories which he might find useful.
While of her hearing, I did explain that he should never go so far lasting marks cause her too much pain. I explained the phenomenon of her getting so aroused from being spanked and how it could lead to a rather vivid sexual encounter afterward.
When we came back into the living room, he went over to her and checked her slit. To be so touched by someone she just met and did not know yet was strangely arousing to her. To be so swiftly spanked before they had even shaken hands, or kissed or anything, but now for his fingers, which had such a nice soft touch to them feeling how wet and sticky she had gotten did embarrass her some. But it felt so right.
He pulled her panties back over her cheeks and patted at her crotch to let some of the wetness soak in. He told Subject I he hoped she would behave for the rest of the evening so they could get to know each other, but if need what happened would be repeated.
He and I went back to the couch and chair and had her come over and stand in front of him and apologize for her behavior. I prompted her to thank him for spanking her, and should whenever she acted up so she would improve.
We moved to the kitchen to eat, and all went well she got testy when I told her to clear the table. She stomped her foot in front of him for the first time, and it had barely touched the ground the second time before she was back hanging over his lap, with her panties down again and her bottom being assaulted with his hand while I watched.
I suggested for him to check her again, and when he confirmed she was very wet, I suggested he her the bedroom corner for now, and he could continue dealing with her as needed there for the rest of the night alone with her. He thought that was a good idea and sent her the room and corner. She did as told but shuddered as she left when he told her that she would be getting a further spanking for not clearing the table.
He left her in the room for about twenty minutes while we cleared things away and had a final drink. He went to the room and walked up behind her. He undid her dress and lifted it off her. Then her bra, and finally pulled her panties off her and had her step out of her shoes. Still facing the wall, totally nude now, he ran his fingers checking her slit. She was soon dripping and moaning from him rubbing her clit and vag. He told her it was time for the rest of her spanking and led her to the bed.
It was then that she saw he was nude also now. And what a magnificent body he had. But besides seeing how wonderful he looked, she saw the brush and strap sitting on the bed. She knew what was ahead for her the next half hour or so. She fell over his lap; his cock already hard did find its way nestle in her slit as he spread her legs some and position her.
Again she felt his hand spanking her cheeks prime them. Then the strap was lifted and brought down on each cheek a dozen times. Then his hand first rubbed her ass then more spanking. When he slowed and rubbed her cheeks, he said they would save the hairbrush for another time.
She suddenly felt so cared for and looked over. He lifted her sit in his lap and began talk her about his expectations, and how things would be. Yes, she would be regularly disciplined as needed, but he wanted so much more between them. As he talked calmly about this her, his hands were running all over her body, exploring her every nook and cranny. She loved the feel of his touch. He had her lay back on the bed, he moved between her legs and entered her for the first time.
She behaved so well that they spent the night having wonderful sex over and over. In the morning, when they woke, the man told her that from now on, she would get a spanking every morning when they got up to help her remember to be good all day. If she misbehaved she would be spanked when needed, and if she was spanked more than twice a day for acting up she would not be allowed to climax that day.
It was a perfect situation for her. She realized she loved having her bottom spanked and punished when she acted up. months after, the were very happy, her having her morning spanking most days, and they were getting ready be married. After that first night, they spent every night and all the time when they were not working together.
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E116: It is now Donald’s turn
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Posted:Dec 4, 2019 12:27 am
Last Updated:Mar 25, 2020 12:26 pm
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Emma wraps her arms around his chest and caresses his nipples and man breasts as she kisses his head and neck. “Donald, you might resist what is going to happen next to begin with, but I know that underneath, it is something that you do want to experience fully.”
Donald wonders what Emma has planned, and just rises when she does and follows her to the living room as she pulls him by his hand.
At the couch, he sees the laptop open on the cocktail table, and as Emma sits, with him between her legs again so he can do the typing, he realizes this is so close to him sitting on her lap. He knows he is taller and heavier than Emma, and sitting on her lap is not practical, but like this, he feels so close to her. He feels her wet dripping cunt against his ass cheeks, his now smooth back rubbing against her boobs and hard nipples.
Yes, he could get used to sitting this way.
Donald sees that the computer is logged in to the adult meeting site which he had Emma join months ago. There is a notebook next to the computer, and he sees an email address he does not recognize, and password written on it.
“Yes, Donald, that is going to be your username for the account you are about to set up,” Emma tells him. He blushes deeply when he sees the name Emma came up with was ‘ObsequiousSwitch.’ Oh, she is going to make him disclose his inklings right away.
“Go ahead, Donald, start setting up the account. We will go through each of their questions, and you will answer them all truthfully now,” Emma says to him. Her voice is kind, and he is lulled into this desire to put himself out there.
The beginning is easy, his username, basic demographics, which they do alter just enough to keep his real identity hidden. Emma tells him that they will answer all the questions before he writes his profile to help him decide what to say. Donald is glad about that. It had been so easy to set Emma’s account up, but now, it is him on the line, makes it seems so different.
The demographic things had been more or less painless, but now he has to say his sexual preference. He starts to check ‘straight,’ but Emma softly stops him. “Donald, are you sure you are not now something a bit different? I don’t mean from your past per se, but some of your inclinations now?”
Donald hesitates and realizes what Emma is alluding to. His enjoyment of the pegging and strapon, does it show he is curious that way? He has tried to ignore the implications of such, telling himself that it is a woman doing it to him, which is what is enjoyable, but underneath he does know. Again blushing deeply, he clicks the ‘bi-curious’ box, and Emma rubs his shoulders and kisses his cheek, murmuring, “doesn’t that feel better admitting to it?”
Now Emma is not thrilled with having Donald acknowledge this disposition of himself, but she knows for them to truly be meshed together and enjoy each other to the ultimate, both need to be open and honest about their curiosities. Whether they ever acted on such proclivity on Donald’s part is something else again, but to admit wondering about different alternatives is important to express.
Now all the likes, interests, or ‘wonders about things.’ So many kinks and fetishes to check off. Emma and Donald go through the list and honestly discuss each. Is it something he would like to engage in? Or does it seem like it is beyond either of their borders of comfort? They have expanded their outer boundaries so much, both of them, but there are always limits that are not wanted to cross.
It is a welcoming conversation for them both to fully know each other, where they both have progressed to in the eight months since they first met. Considering how they are now sitting, which emphasizes to where they are now evolved, is a bit mind-boggling to them both.
Donald between Emma’s legs, her ankles over his knees, spreading his thighs apart. She gently caressed his thighs as her other hand gently holds his cock – not tempting him at all, but his cock is like Pinocchio’s nose. As Emma asks each question or says each kink, Donald realizes when he admits to perhaps wanting to experience it, he throbs some and grows a little. Emma just smiles each time and occasionally pinches his glans through the cage to help the precum escape.
Both realizing it, Donald turns to Emma, and they embrace and kiss each other deeply and lovingly for a long time. How even this seems so right and normal for them, it just explains in its own rather strange and mysterious way how right they are for each other. Understanding and helping each other reach the outer limits of their desires and needs.
Breaking from each other, Emma helps Donald write his profile now. He states that he is a willing subservient to his mistress, but can also take control, a perfect mix for him and his mate. He is open to exploring new and different things and welcomes conversations with those who might be interested, but he is committed to his mistress/sub, and it would be with her full knowledge and permission that he did so.
Together they finish getting the account set up. They acknowledge the wording, while not exactly the same, gives the same perimeters that Emma’s account does. They are satisfied with Donald’s new profile.
But pictures are now needed.
Emma takes a stool over against a neutral wall, which shows no signs of their home, she throws this soft cream sheet over it. She has Donald stand as she rubs just a little more oil over his chest and thighs to make sure they shine. Then she places a somewhat hooded mask on his head. It hides his hair, and while his eyes show out through the slits and his mouth is on view, the top of his face and cheeks are covered with this peacock feathered mask. The feathers are not too long, but its blues and greens do give off the appearance of the strutting proud male.
Emma has him sit on the stool with his legs spread wide for the first picture. She takes her time positioning him for each shot and makes sure the lighting depicts him in the best way.
Legs spread and cock cage on display. Bent over the stool with his ass cheeks spread. These do not show his head. Then one of him standing in the subservient waiting position legs apart; then his mask is showing.
Emma takes the cock cage off him and tells him to stand. While she videos, he is to jerk himself to hardness. The thought of this being recorded makes Donald worry slightly that under such pressure, he would not get hard. This concern is unwarranted as within a couple of minutes Donald is displaying a rock-hard cock and quivering balls for all to see.
She edits the pictures, makes some black and white, including his video as it gives a unique feel. Donald looks at the pictures Emma has created and blushes some from how revealing they are. But his inner mega-man feels his heart pumping up in the pride of his presentations.
All are added to his account, and Emma makes Donald himself press the button for his profile, with pictures, go live. Now to wait and see.
To fill the ‘wait time’ Emma, well aware of how hard Donald is now, freed from his cage, begins to jerk him herself to get him more aroused. Donald moans from the attention and the rushing running through his body.
His mask still on, adds something to this encounter for both of them. Emma leaves him for a few minutes and returns wearing the mask she has worn during her performances, and together they fall to the floor to couple. Emma turns the camera back on to record this event.
Donald's tongue does come out so well from his mouth slit, and he uses it excellently to lick and suck Emma’s slit, the juices are flowing so readily that there is so much to enjoy. She moans with delight from the attention, and her mask covered head flips from side to side as Donald finds all her special spots, which makes her so happy.
She holds Donald to her cunt as she strokes his covered head. There is such a suggestion of mystery about this comingling with their faces covered from recognition. Emma starts to imagine it is a stranger who got into the house who is ravishing her. Donald is imaging a similar situation of an unidentified lady whose legs are spread and welcoming him on the floor of his living room.
Emma turns enough to take Donald’s cock in her mouth, and the deep sigh from his lips tells it all. Feeling her tongue lap against the vein at the back of his cock while sucking more and more of him in. Then Emma covers his balls one by one with her lips and sucks them to help them fill fully.
Both are so focused now on pleasuring their mysterious partner all thoughts of being filmed evaporate. But the video is capturing everything. When Donald moves his head from between Emma’s thigh, she automatically lifts her legs to drape over his shoulders so he can enter her directly.
Donald’s glans is glistening with precum from her oral attention, he holds his shaft and directs it into Emma’s cunt in a slow thrusting motion. Enjoying each stroke, which goes deeper until he is fully up in her and her vagina sides are throbbing against him.
Emma’s legs clasp together, putting Donald into a neck hold as he pumps in and out over and over. He looks down at her and smiles, which just shows with his mask. Emma leans up and kisses him to let him know how much she is enjoying this.
Emma moves her legs enough so they are around Donald’s waist as they roll over. Emma is now on top of Donald controlling this interchange. She lifts herself up and down on his now throbbing cock, his whole body is shivering from this strange and erotic fucking they are now engaged in.
Emma masked as she is, hiding who she is, and Donald himself also so anonymous, has both of them shaking with excitement. Emma thrusts herself down hard on Donald, taking him in as deep as possible. They both moan with pleasure as Emma’s sides clench and hold Donald’s shaft deep in her cave.
Emma’s juices are so flowing right now, his cock is cover in sticky wetness as they resume the thrusting and holding. A lot of the liquid drips out of her in strings dribbling on his balls and sliding down over his asshole and crack. Both are so wet as they consummate this perfect moment.
Finally, after what seems like such a long time, both are on the cusp of cumming. Emma first throws back her head as her back arches, her legs squeezing Donald’s hips as she cries out in pleasure. Donald lets himself release all that has been building up in him, the wanton look in his eyes as he discharges all that has been filling his cock and ball lets Emma know just what a wonderful emancipation of himself this act has brought to him.
They pant and fall together, getting their steady breathing back. Emma moves enough to turn the camera off. As they calm and comfort each other from this amazing moment of abandonment, they slowly remove each other’s masks.
Once composed, they climb up on the couch, and Emma clicks to have the video they just made to play. They hear repeated pings of the computer announcing incoming messages as they watch in wonder the reenactment of what just happened.
Doing this gets them both aroused again, and Emma realizes that the two of them will spend many evening in the future watching those videos which Donald had made as she earned each of her pearls.
An hour later, they spend time reading all the pinged messages to Donald’s new profile. Curiously, many are from men, and actually older men, who ‘likes’ and comments on Donald’s pictures and message that they would love to play with Donald’s cock.
Others are from women, older and younger, who, for the most part, want Donald to be their pet for them to enjoy. Those messages get a short reply from Donald saying that he would never stray from his mistress, and while their invitations are nice, the most he would ever do is broadcast for interested parties to watch.
Answering the messages takes about an hour or so. Emma clicks on the broadcast button to begin filming the blank wall Donald had stood in front of when she took his pictures. She puts his mask back on him and straightens it. Emma whispers to Donald that to finish this, for today, he needs to go stand against the wall, leg spread, and jerk himself for his spectators.
As soon as he walks towards the wall, his bare ass on display, viewers start watching. By the time he turns around, spreads his legs, and takes his balls in his hand first to squeeze them some, the numbers are mounting, and comments are coming in.
Emma smiles and nods encouragingly to him, and he takes his shaft in his hand to begin to stroke it.
Emma replies to the comments as ObsequiousSwitch’s mistress saying he is in training and new to broadcasting, so this short show is to get him comfortable before the camera. Many send messaging of encouragement to Donald as his body begins to judder as he feels himself moving to the point of surrender to his body’s, well his prick’s, desire. He feels his balls swell, filling with semen once more, his cock is getting harder and harder. Many viewers, the older males especially, type comments that they would love to be sucking such a beautiful dick.
Emma is copying and pasting all the incoming comments to a document for Donald to read after the broadcast finishes. She begins to envision ways in which Donald can see the comments as they come in also. And a method of having their voices altered enough that they could have the audio on to reply to viewers.
Precum begins to drip from Donald’s glans, and the watching crowd goes wild. Emma is rather enthralled with this performance herself. He begins to shake his cock back and forth and even takes his other hand and smacks it from side to side before taking the shaft firmly between his thumb and forefinger and rapidly jerking himself to a final climax. The cum shoots from him and arches some to spurts to the floor.
As soon as the cum has shot from him, Emma ends the broadcast and tells him to come to her. Standing in front of her, his cock soft now, but covered in some of his juices, Emma pulls Donald to her and holding his ass cheeks, licks, and sucks his cock clean. Then spanking his behind tells him to get a towel and clean up the ‘mess’ he made.
On his knees, his ass facing Emma for her enjoyment of the two red hand marks on each cheek, he wipes up all the cum from the wooden floor. Donald too is enjoying the sting of his cheeks and the excitement he felt as he was the subject of a broadcast.
Both Emma and Donald realize they are famished and turn the computer off as they go to fix dinner. As they eat, Emma remembers the first time Donald had her perform on those websites for viewers' enjoyment. They have done it a few more times since then, and she does rather enjoy exhibiting herself to others. She asks Donald how he feels about being an erotica star on the site, and he blushes as he confesses that it has been rather enjoyable.
Emma promises they will do it again soon, as she has some ideas. After that, they eat in silence, as they both contemplate that.
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E115: Beginning of Donald’s surrender
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Posted:Dec 3, 2019 5:13 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 11:53 pm
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When Emma wakes Friday morning, though she hates to acknowledge it, she still has a small bit of underlying anger about Donald secretly taping her in such intimate moments. But then part of her had been rather aroused watching them, and in time she knows she will like to watch them with Donald, but that will be down the road.
She smiles to herself, thinking what she is planning for Donald today. It is going to take him to the very edge of submission to her. She does now know Donald rather well and from what he has displayed these last three days, the level to which he would like to delve.
Yes, he will squirm a good bit, but with each squirm, she knows a wave of lust will be running through him. Today will be a filling day in so many ways.
She nudges Donald awake and tells him they need to get a quick shower as they have an earlier appointment today with Sasha. In the shower, as she scrubs Donald with a luffa, rather hard to get his skin glowing and the dead skin washed away, she thinks about Sasha.
Emma and Sasha regularly text and talk on the phone, and they still regularly go for their Friday waxing sessions. But the three have not been together afterward since before Thanksgiving. Sasha met a man who she is regularly seeing.
In early December, the four had dinner together, and both Donald and Emma walked away thinking he was bad news for Sasha. So controlling and demanding. Emma could tell a few weeks into this new relationship that Sasha was not happy, but she has stuck through it to the beginning of the new year.
Emma now wonders how much longer it will last. She hopes Sasha will not be hurt by this episode.
Her pondering does seem to make Emma scrub Donald harder, and when she runs the rough luffa up and down his shaft, over his glans and then around his balls, Donald whimpers a little. Emma comes back from her mulling and rinses him off, saying kiddingly, “Don’t be such a wimp.”
Tears in his eyes, but now the wonderful sensation of the blood rushing through his manhood from such treatment makes Donald realizes it was well worth it. He leans and kisses Emma and tells her he is not worthy of her.
‘Good,’ thinks Emma, ‘He is falling into the role planned for him today.’
She quickly dresses him in a silk shirt and boxers under his trousers. Donald is a little surprised as she rarely likes him in such shirts, preferring his cotton blends much more. But the twinkle in Emma’s eyes alerts him that something is up. Donald wonders how much Sasha knows about the strange flip Emma and he have gone through this week.
Emma did not really tell Sasha about the switch between Donald and her but outlined what she wants to have happen today. Something so new for Donald, for him to feel new things. She directs him to the car, her driving today to emphasize his position, and they are soon at the spa. They have their pedicures and manicures, yes, today Donald is having his nails polished also, something he had never had before.
Emma has the woman put on a clear matte and buffed polish on Donald’s toes and nails. He blushes so sweetly realizing he must submit to this. No one will notice the polish, but it is a reminder to Donald just what he is being subjected to. And feeling the woman brush the polish on and softly clean away excess Donald begins to throb some. It is as good a feeling as he has when he polishes and plays with Emma’s toes.
Of course, Emma notices and gives a little shake of her head to let him know he better not let that go too far.
Now he really is starting to harden from his mistress’s slight scolding. As the manicurist finishes Donald’s nails he can’t help but imagine Emma taking him over her knee again. He is shocked that the desire for that is so full in him. But then he thinks about one of the subjects he has not told Emma about yet and suddenly understands so much more.
The nails finished; they head to Sasha’s station.
Sasha greets them warmly but is still distant in a way. Sasha doesn’t undress with them, so Emma and Donald just have to imagine her lovely body they both so enjoy. Emma unclothes herself and gets up on the table first. Donald, now naked, takes the stool by the table to wait for his turn.
Sasha quickly finishes trimming and waxing Emma as she knows what is ahead and wants to have plenty of time to devote to it. She does, for old time sake, blow lightly to clear the hairs from Emma’s pussy, allowing Emma to feel that lovely sensation running through her so like that very first time. Oh, to feel Sasha’s lips and tongue on her wet slit would be so nice, but Emma knows that for now, at least, that is a thing of the past.
It is Donald’s turn on the table. Until today Sasha has just trimmed his mons short and snipped to clear hairs from his anus opening. Today there is much more for him to experience for the first time.
Emma stands by him as he lays on his back on the table and softly says to him, “Donald, today you are going to be fully waxed and clipped. I want your body to be free of hair so you can feel and enjoy things much more. Sasha is going to start with your chest and arms first.”
Donald blinks at Emma now comprehending what is ahead for him.
Donald does not have that much chest hair, or hair on his back for that matter. Still, Sasha spreads the warm wax all over his chest, so close to his nipples to start. The cloth is pressed against the wax and zip, it is pulled away taking the hair with it.
Being the first time Donald has experienced this, he winces at the pain which does run through him as the hair is pulled away. ‘So this is what Emma experiences when she is waxed, and she never cries out at all, I hope I don’t,’ Donald thinks to himself.
The pain which women endure to shed themselves of the hair society somehow has decided should be removed, Donald begins to understand. All the hair on his chest and stomach is gone, so is that on his arms. As Sasha rubs some lotion over the areas just cleaned, he does feel how nice the bare cleaned skin feels when touched.
But then, warm wax is dripped over his balls, and the hair pulled away, making him truly cry out. And it takes four times on each ball to get all of that hair removed. It hurt so bad but so good. Donald realizes that from the attention to them his balls have filled so much. His semen and sperm are stacking up in his rock-hard shaft needing an escape.
Sasha has him turn over for now. She waxes his shoulders and back and removes all the hair there. Then the real pain starts. Sasha spreads warm, heated wax all around Donald’s right ass cheek. He does not have a lot of hair there, but enough that when Sasha pulls the strip away the first time he does let out a small cry.
Emma looks at him and smiles. He returns a weak grin through tear filled eyes. “You are doing fine Donald,” she bends and whispers in his ear. “Do you think you will like your nice new smoothed body when we finish? Think about silk panties rubbing against your smooth clean ass.”
Such thoughts do start to run through Donald’s head as the other cheek is assaulted in the same way. Donald begins to imagine when his legs are done the feel of silk stockings rubbing against his legs. And when he rubs his legs together what a wonderful sensation it will be.
But then there is one more, so embarrassing, so painful, part needed before his legs can be made soft and clean. Emma steps next to him and he feels her spread his cheeks. Sasha spreads the warm wax all around his asshole to get all the hairs there. Donald grits his teeth as the hairs are pulled away. It takes four passes until Sasha is satisfied.
Emma is the one who rubs the warm oil over his cheeks, in his crack and rimming him some to ease the pain. His ass stings so, like he had just been properly spanked. When Emma comments to Sasha about how rosy his cheeks are, and smooth, Donald feels precum begin to drip out of him.
Donald is turned over again and Sasha finishes with both his legs. While she does, Emma is running her hands gently over his just depilated chest and arms, it does feel so erotic and different – knowing the smoothness now. And the oil that has been applied makes his tan body give off a warm golden glow so inviting.
Finally finished, Emma helps Donald back into his clothes. The silk shirt against his bare chest sends shivers through him. When Emma has him step into the soft silk underpants she had chosen for him to wear today, he again loses some precum as the silk rubs against his sheared ass cheeks.
Emma thanks Sasha who is wondering a little about what is going on with the request to totally wax Donald. Emma’s wink at her as they start to leave and spank on Donald’s ass to send him out the door seems to say it all.
Sasha smiles and giggles after they leave, realizing what new dynamic has happened. And then a small frown crosses her brow as she realizes how things are for her at the moment she can not share in this new facet which is emerging between Emma and Donald.
Back home, Emma runs her hands over Donald’s silk shirt letting him experience the softness against his bare chest. Then her hand cups his balls and shaft through his pants so the silk underpants are rubbing against him too. His body reacts with trembles and he worries he will cum just from this feeling. There is a mixture of distress and ultimate pleasure on Donald’s face as he endures this treatment.
Knowing he needs to calm some for her to have the fun she wants, Emma undresses Donald and runs her hands up and down and all over his soft, hair free body. He quivers more with her touch. Emma smiles at him and then steps back enough to drop her dress to the floor. It is followed by her bra and panties. Emma’s loveliness, and also hair-free body, is in Donald’s reach.
He wonders what it will feel like to run his waxed legs against hers. But before he can experience that, Emma goes to the dresser and takes out a pair of elbow high turquois leather gloves. Then from another drawer some silk stockings and garter.
Donald feels precum dripping from him watching and anticipating what is ahead.
Back by the bed, Emma lays the stockings and garter to the side for now, slips on the gloves and pulls Donald’s body to her. Running her leather covered hands over his back, down his spine and cupping his ass cheeks and caressing them sends Donald into a sphere he did not know is possible.
Emma presses him down on the bed and lays on top of him. The feel of him so free of hair, well oiled, and almost silky in feeling is so arousing to her. She senses herself dripping hard. The plans she has, for now, will be put on hold as she wants to enjoy this wonderful different sensation of Donald. Emma feels his soft, hairless body on her as she squirms over him. And then, his firm shaft is laying in her wet slit. So ready to enter her, but Emma makes him wait until his pass for admittance has been stamped.
Every element of his senses is on overdrive. Never has his nerves been so fully alive. The removal of body hair allows him to fully feel each encounter with Emma’s body to it’s fullest. The lovely thrill of her soft skin against what is now his softness brings out sensitivities that he never knew he could experience. Forget all his research studies, all the subjects before. At this moment, Donald feels himself at an apex. All thanks to Emma and how well she comprehends what he desires and needs.
The moment Emma spreads her legs and sits up so he can now finally enter her starts a whirlwind stirring through Donald. His brain is on overload from all the different feelings and sensations he is experiencing for the first time. His body is shaking with the joy of being up in Emma’s warm, sweet vag cave. Her sides throbbing against his shaft already.
The sensitivity of his bare, unadorned, balls rubbing against Emma’s ass as she slides on him send tremors through Donald. And Emma feeling the soft, silkiness of them now against her causes much the same to run through her body.
His wonderful mistress is as ready for a full and extreme release. As Donald begins to lift up into her deeply, then moves back to thrust up again he knows Emma has something much more planned for him today, and he doesn’t care what it is, do with him as she likes, he is her devoted and obedient slave.
It is not long with this building up desire in both of them before an explosion of pleasure hits them both so hard. All of Donald’s cum is filling Emma’s vag, mixing with the flow of her juices running out of her. Between them, there is a sticky mess of sexual satisfaction dripping in both their sheen crotches.
Donald scurries to roll Emma on her back and begins to lick her clean. Getting all his cum and her joy juice on his tongue, swallowing it all. He knows he is still a sticky mess and when he has cleaned Emma well he hurries to get a warm damp cloth to finish cleaning her. Only then does he use the cloth to clean the drippings from himself.
Emma sits up some and takes the cloth from him, her gloves now discarded, for the time being at least, and wipes him of all evidence of their recent copulation. She sits back on the bed, spreads her legs and has Donald sit between her thighs. She picks of the stockings and puts them on Donald, taking her time to pull the silk legs up over his waxed legs so he gets the optimal experience of feeling them against his now smooth legs.
Yes, the first time ever getting to feel this does send such tingles through the whole body. Emma remembers the first time after Donald had her waxed the thrill of stockings against her smooth legs. She wants Donald to feel that too. And from his reaction of leaning back against her chest and sighing so deeply in a raspy way, she knows he is overcome with emotions.
She hooks the garters on, and then brings out the cock cage and slips Donald’s shaft into it. He is a bit hard now from all that has just happened, so it is a snug fit. And when he hears the lock click closed he knows he now will submit to Emma’s wishes wherever she wants to take him.
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