Wicked Women - Carmenica Diaz

Wicked WomenCarmenica Diaz

First Published in 2006www.carmenicadiaz.net

Wicked WomenCarmenica Diaz

Carmenica Diaz lives near London and writes erotic fiction that is eitherhard and nasty or soft and tender, depending on her moods.Ms Diaz commenced writing at the urging of close friends and now has asubstantial following of loyal readers.Her work can be divided into two clear genres – Erotica and Transgenderfiction.Carmenica Diaz is, of course, a penname and, in real life, Ms Diaz is anaccomplished woman of academia.When asked to use single words to describe Carmenica, a close friendchose the following – impatient, dominant, arrogant, tender, caring,romantic, hurtful, precise, nasty, supportive, and mercurial.They are still friends as she told the truth.Wicked WomenCarmenica DiazFirst published 2006.Copyright © Carmenica Diaz 2006All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in aretrieval system, transmitted in any form by any means, electronic, mechanical,photocopying, recording or otherwise without the prior written permission of thepublisher and author.Any resemblance to actual persons, either living or dead, events areentirely coincidentalii

ContentsTiny Brian. ......................................................................... 1A Gift for Kitten. .............................................................. 28Caught. ............................................................................. 77The Taste of Honey. ...................................................... 100Notes. ................................ Error! Bookmark not defined.i

Tiny Brian.1

1.Brian and Tara had been married for 18months and, not once in that time, Tara had decidedthat Brian should not enjoy sexual intercourse withher.It wasn’t something easy to accept but Taracasually and calmly pointed out the logic behind thatdecision.‘Brian, we have established your cock is tiny,’Tara explained, bored that she had to explain it yetagain! ‘It’s very tiny; you know that, when I milk you,it almost vanishes in my hand!’Brian blushed furiously, he hated the wayshe said it – so cold and blunt – but he did know hewas small. Although, he wouldn’t say “tiny”.‘I’m a big woman,’ Tara went on, ‘and you’rea small man with a tiny cock. Darling, if I let you putthat inside me, I wouldn’t even feel it! It would beawful for me and terribly humiliating for you.’Humiliating?And being told he had a tiny cock wasn’thumiliating?‘I think it’s much better the way it is, darling– you have learned to be very loving with your mouth2

and I love it! And I milk your tiny weeny and I knowyou like that! I mean, you wouldn’t spurt if you didn’t!No, I think it’s wonderful this way. Although,’ shesighed, ‘I do wonder what a big cock would feel like.’2.Brian never had a lot of time for women –not that he didn’t want to – it’s just that women neverhad a lot of time for him.It’s always been like that – even at schooland university. Remember the nerdy geek whomajored in science, wore thick glasses and stutteredwhen any female even looked at him?Well, that was Brian Penn!It didn’t help that he was smaller thanaverage and slight of build. Several of the femalestudents used to giggle and say, ‘why would I go outwith a bloke that could sit in my lap? I want to sit inmy blokes lap, not the other way round!’Instead of focusing on girls, Brian focussedon science and became interested in research. He wassoon running his own research complex for anindustrial giant. Although mainly focussed on3

pharmaceuticals they also looked at improvingcosmetics and cosmetic surgery.As he owned the majority of the shares in theresearch complex, Brian became quite wealthy.His research team was mostly male and theadministration pointed out that they were perhapsmissing a female perspective on our research projects.Three female research scientists wererecruited and they fitted in well with the team. Thatwas how Brian met Doctor Tara Reid.She stood out from the other female recruits– Rachel and Amber – as Tara was taller that Brian –most women were – but she was also a little plumpand appeared quite large and powerful to him.Tara didn’t seem to mind that she wascarrying some weight and ate heartily and often. Herbreasts were large and her legs fleshy. Tara wouldhave definitely been a model for Rubens and,somehow, managed to present a regal air, although,even her white laboratory coat could not disguise herample figure.Brian became infatuated with her and spentsometime surfing those sites that specialised in BigBeautiful Women.4

In the beginning, Tara insisted on callingBrian “Doctor Penn” but they soon progressed to“Tara and Brian.”One night, Tara manoeuvred Brian intogoing out with her. He wasn’t sure how it happenedbut he was certainly excited at the prospect.This was, he silently realised, his first date!‘I’ll pick you up at seven, then,’ Tara had saidwith a strange smile.‘Well…all right…but I can drive…’‘No, I prefer to drive. At seven, Brian.’Brian don’t know how she did it but Tarahad taken control and he gave it to her, willingly.Of course, Brian was inept in the socialgraces and Tara was so controlling that he was a littlein awe of her.He was also in awe of her eating prowess.She devoured her entrée and her main course andthen finished off Brian’s! And then enjoyed desert.Brian stared at her ample breasts strainingthe front of her cocktail dress and wondered what itwould be like to touch them.It was strange for Brian to think of himselfas the boss when they were out as Tara was larger,5

taller and more forceful. He allowed Tara to makethe decisions and to control the evening.‘That was nice,’ Tara said when she droveBrian home.’‘Ah, yes, it was,’ Brian mumbled, not surewhat to do next. He was so confident in the laboratorybut here, with this Rubenesque woman, Brian wasuseless.‘We may go out tomorrow night,’ Tara saidas she parked the car. ‘Let’s go inside and you canmake me a cup of coffee. You do have coffee, don’tyou, Brian?’‘Ah…yes…of course…’Brian fumbled around the kitchen whileTara prowled his flat, inspecting it all.‘Sit next to me, Brian,’ Tara said, patting thesofa when Brian walked in with the coffee.He sat next to her while she sipped coffee.‘Did you enjoy tonight?’‘Ah…yes, I did…thank you, Tara…’‘I’ll pick you up tomorrow night.’And that was that.Tara drove him to a restaurant, they ate andthen she came into his flat again. Somehow, Brian6

found himself with his trousers down and Taraexamining his rigid cock.‘I just knew you’d have a small cock, Brian,’Tara said with a small smile, ‘everything about you issmall. Would you like me to wank you?’‘Ah…’ Brian muttered, face red, ‘ah…’‘Of course you would,’ Tara said, ‘all blokeslike it. Come sit on my lap and I’ll wank you.’It was humiliating but Brian wasoverwhelmed by the larger woman and obedientlycrawled onto her lap.Tara smiled, held him in place with onebeefy arm across his chest while her other handswallowed his cock.‘Such a tiny cock,’ Tara said as she pulled itonce or twice.Brian moaned – this was humiliating but, atthe same time, strangely arousing.‘I should call you, “Tiny Brian, shouldn’t I?’Tara laughed, pulling his small cock. ‘It’s so small Ican hardly feel it.’But Brian could feel it, groaned and came.Tara milked him and then smiled in triumph.7

‘So quick but you obviously enjoyed it. It’sall over your stomach. Let’s wipe it up with your shirt.’‘Ah…no…pl…’‘There, all done! It’s a bit soppy but that willdo. I must go, so hop off my lap like a good little boy.’3.Brian was suitably embarrassed at work butTara didn’t say anything and treated him as shealways did. However, every now and again, she gavehim a secret smile and Brian flushed.That night, after another nice meal, Tarasuggested that Brian take all his clothes off beforesitting on her lap for his milking!It was humiliating but Tara smiled warmlyat him and asked innocently, ‘didn’t you like meplaying with your tiny cock?’‘Well…ah…yes,’ Brian said, admitting that hedid have a tiny cock!‘Don’t you want me to do it again?’‘Ah…yes…’‘Well, you silly little boy,’ Tara saidcheerfully, ‘take all your clothes off!’8

Face bright red, Brian removed all hisclothes under Tara’s smiling eyes and stood naked infront of her, his cock embarrassingly hard.‘Are you hard?’ Tara asked, smooth her skirtdown in readiness for Brian to crawl onto her lap, ‘it’sdifficult to see because it’s so small. Hop onto my laplike a good little boy so I can see.’’That made Brian blush even more but sat onthat comfortably plump lap.Tara draped her arm around him and closedher other hand around his cock.Brian gasped at the contact and whimperedas Tara began to pull, humming softly to herself.As she caressed his cock, Brian shivered andshuddered under Tara’s expert milking and her smallwords of encouragement.‘That’s it, be a good little boy and spurt!Come one, spurt for me.’And spurt he did – much to his immediateembarrassment and humiliation - once he hadejaculated over his round belly.He wiggled to get off her lap so he couldclean up but Tara’s arm held him firm.9

‘Was that nice?’ Tara asked, holding him inplace.He was, of course, still naked with a puddleon his belly while Tara was comfortably clothed. Thisadded to his humiliation.‘Yes,’ he mumbled, wishing she would lethim down.‘Well, you silly boy, thank Tara!’‘Thanks,’ he muttered.‘That’s better,’ Tara said with a bright smileand kissed his forehead before releasing him.4.Brian didn’t know how to treat Tara at workbut she was serenely and warmly polite when theywere in company.That night, he obediently removed hisclothes at Tara’s casual request and stood naked.‘I think our relationship should progressfurther,’ she said, sipping her tea while examining thered faced and naked Brian. ‘I think I should get somepleasure.’Brian, of course, was delighted as he thoughthe was going to make love with Tara. In a way, he was.10

He was going to make love to Tara – with his mouthand tongue.‘Of course, Tara,’ he said happily, forgettingfor a moment that he was naked, ‘that would be nice.’‘I’m glad you think so, darling,’ Tara smiledand Brian was ecstatic that she called him “darling”!But it didn’t turn out the way he thought.Brian found himself on his knees, headfirmly between Tara’s beefy, naked thighs and,following her explicit instructions began licking herabundantly hairy pussy!Her copious juices filled his mouth and helaboured for almost an hour until Tara cried out,squeezed his head between her thighs and shudderedto orgasm.She beamed down at him and Brian staredup at her smiling face over her large breasts.‘That was super and you’ll only get better!Now, sit on my lap like a good little boy and let megive you your reward!’Brian wanted to slide his cock into thatorifice he had just worshipped but Tara seemed sofirm and he just climbed onto her lap, resting restedhis head against her large and pendulous breasts.11

Her hand swallowed his rigid cock and Tarabegan to stroke him.‘I think if you shave all your pubic hair off,’she said conversationally as her hand pumped, ‘yourweeny would look a little bigger. Just a suggestion,darling. Oooh, here we go! What a good boy! And soquick! You must simply love kissing my pussy, it gotyou all hot and bothered! Such a good little boy!’5.And that was how they made love.Brian came to look forward to crouching onthe floor while Tara parted her thick thighs for him topush his head against her pussy, because it meant hewould feel her gentle hand around his cock.One night, while he was naked on Tara’s lapafter licking her, her hand closed gently around hiscock – now hairless as he shaved his pubic hairs at hersuggestion – she stopped and said, ‘do you love me,darling?’‘Oh yes,’ Brian gushed, wanting Tara tocontinue with her hand.‘Do you think we should get married,darling?’12

‘Yes,’ he cried and her hand began to moveagain.At first, Tara milked Brian every time hemade her come with her tongue, and that wassomething for him to look forward to.On the wedding night, however, thingsbegan to change.Tara was still in her flowing wedding dresswhen they returned to their room to change for thereception.‘Married at last,’ she said, flopping down onthe chair, sipping champagne and kicking her highheels off.‘Yes, darling,’ Brian said happily, taking histie off. ‘It’s wonderful.’‘Yes,’ Tara smiled. ‘Come on hubby, takeyour gear off for your wife; do a little show.’Brian glanced nervously at the door whichseparated them from the guests drinking and talkingoutside.‘Here?’‘You have to get changed anyway, so do alittle strip for me. I can hear the music form the band;go on.’13

Tara seemed to be in a mood so Brian halfheartedlybumped and swayed in time to the distantmusic while removing his clothes.‘There, darling,’ he said with relief when hewas down to his underpants and socks.‘You haven’t finished,’ Tara said coldly, ‘flashyour tiny dick!’‘But, darling…’‘Hurry up. It’s not like it’s going to be a realsurprise for me! Take your gear off!’Something about her manner made Briannervous and he swayed timidly to the music, pulledhis underpants down and stood with them puddledaround his ankles.Shamefully, his cock was hard, a fact Taradid not miss.‘Christ, you’re hard! Come here, you sexybeast,’ she said in a voice heavy with sarcasm, ‘get inhere and lick me!’Brian knew there was no point in arguingand he crawled under her wedding dress where, hewas shocked to discover, she wasn’t wearing knickers!And she was wet!14

Sighing, he burrowed his face into the thickundergrowth that covered her pussy and began hiswedding duty.Tara came with a muffled cry after twentyminutes, kicked him away while she got changed andthey departed for their honeymoon.Once inside the honeymoon suite, Tararemoved her clothes and immersed her large body inthe spa bath while telling Brian to open thechampagne.He brought the champagne glass in andlooked down at her large body in the suds.‘Unpack our clothes and hang them up.’‘But…it’s our honeymoon…’‘Do you think I don’t know that? I’m notworking on this holiday! That’s for you to do.’‘No,’ Brian said defiantly, ‘why should I doall the work?’‘Your funeral,’ Tara said calmly, lying back inthe bath, sipping champagne.Brian sat stubbornly in the sitting roomwatching television and drinking beer.An hour passed and suddenly Tara walkedfrom the bathroom, completely naked. Brian gaped at15

her as she took the television remote from his handand turned the sound up.Dropping the remote on the sofa, shereached down and fastened her hand around Brian’sthroat.His eyes bulged as Tara pulled him to hisfeet, her cold eyes on his.‘Take your clothes off!’ Tara hissed.‘But…’She squeezed his throat more tightly andBrian thought she was going to strangle him! He wasno match for her strength or size and he desperatelytore at his shirt and trousers.Tara released his throat and spun himaround, her fingers viciously pulling his underpantsdown so Brian was naked except for his whiteunderpants around his knees.Tara spun him around again, plopped herlarge and voluptuous naked body on the sofa andthrew Brian over her beefy thighs.Slowly and methodically, she spanked hisbottom while holding him firmly across her lap.Brian protested and kicked but could notescape this ultimate humiliation from his bride.16

On and on Tara spanked him, until the onlysounds in the room, apart from the television was theoccasional loud smack of her hand against Brian’stender flesh and his soft and pathetic whimpering.Tears streamed down his red cheeks and hisbottom cheeks were blindingly red and burning.At last, Tara stopped and pushed Brian tothe floor where he lay sobbing quietly.‘Don’t disobey me again, darling,’ Tara saidcalmly, ‘I’d hate to spank you every day! Now get inthere and unpack the suitcases!’Brian scampered to do what she said, hisarse on fire and his small cock hard, something Taradid not fail to notice.Smiling to herself, Tara rose from the sofa,her large Rubenesque body wobbling as she pouredanother glass of champagne.Snivelling, Brian returned to find his wife,still naked, spread on the sofa, watching a film on thetelevision.‘Get your mouth down there, darling,’ shesaid calmly.Brian had no doubt as to where “there” wasand slowly knelt so he could access her hairy pussy.17

Tara was wet and Brian dutifully beganworshiping as she giggled at the film.‘Take it slow,’ she commanded, ‘I want toenjoy it. It is, after all, my wedding night!’She kept him there for almost an hour untilTara finally orgasmed and Brian was exhausted buthis cock was hard.‘I think we understand each other, now,’ shesaid calmly and he nodded tearfully, his face slick withher juices.Tara rose and walked towards the bedroom.‘Time to sleep. It’s been a big day. A girl onlygets married once, after all.’She laughed softly and a desolate Brianfollowed her in.‘You’re still hard,’ she commented and helooked at her hopefully.Maybe she’d make love with him at last or atleast milk him.‘Go into the bathroom,’ Tara said as sheclambered into the big bed, ‘and pull yourself. As youdo, repeat over and over again, I worship Tara.’Tara giggled as she turned the light off andBrian slowly walked to the bathroom.18

‘Don’t close the door,’ Tara called after him,‘I want to hear you.’Brian stood over the toilet, held his cock andas he began pumping, recited, ‘I worship Tara, Iworship Tara.’6.And, after 18 months of an unusualmarriage, Brian found his position in life haddramatically changed.At work, Tara had assumed more of thedecision making and everyone in the research facilityseemed to approve so Brian just went along.It was easier, somehow as once, when he hadpublicly disagreed with his wife, Tara had spankedhim viciously at home that evening.The next day, his bottom still on fire, he hadpublicly apologised and announced that he hadchanged his mind, that he now agreed with Tara’sfindings.At home, he did most of the domestic dutiesand found himself on his knees servicing Tarawhenever she required.19

Usually, it was just a snap of her fingers, agesture at her displayed pussy and Brian wouldobediently fall to his husbandly duty.If he was lucky, Tara would allow him toclimb onto her lab and she would casually milk him,sometimes while watching television or, even morehumiliating, when she was on the telephone, talkingto her friends.Other times, Tara would tell him she was tootired and that he should milk himself. Sometimes, shewould watch him with a grin while he franticallypulled his cock.If she was in a malicious mood, Tara wouldinsist that Brian had to recite some humiliatingphrase while he masturbated. Usually, “I worshipTara”, ‘I love Tara’s beautiful pussy” or, if she was inan especially cruel mood, “My cock is tiny”.And more and more, Tara would sigh, ‘I dowonder what a big cock would feel like.’It was usually said when she was milkinghim and Brian would be stricken with fear that hiswife would seek someone with a more usefulappendage.20

One morning, Tara had proclaimed, ‘I needpenetration, I just do!’‘Darling,’ Brian rushed, ‘I’m sorry I’m…’‘So small?’ Tara raised an eyebrow and Brianblushed furiously.‘Yes,’ he whispered, ‘I’d do anything to…’‘I’ll think of something, darling,’ Tara said,patting his cheek,’ ‘you just leave it to me.’7.Brian was petrified that Tara was going tofind a lover to satisfy the need that he couldn’t! Hetried to do everything he could to please his wife andTara accepted his gestures and always wanted a littlemore.‘Can I massage your feet, darling?’‘That would be super, darling.’Brian gratefully positioned himself at herfeet and began massaging when Tara suggested, ‘givethem a little kiss, darling, right on each toe. Ah, thatfeels nice. Lick my toes. Lovely!’And then, Brian tentatively suggested,‘would…would you like me to…ah give you sexualpleasure?’21

‘Darling,’ Tara giggled, ‘are you asking tolick my pussy?’‘Ah…yes…’stuttered a blushing Brian.‘How sweet! Why don’t you ask meproperly?’‘Ah, would you like me to…ah…lick yourpussy?’‘I didn’t hear the magic word, Brian.’ Tarafrowned slightly and Brian felt a little fear. ‘Please isnot used often enough these days, is it?’‘Please can I lick your pussy?’ The wordsrushed from the lips of the stuttering andembarrassed Brian and Tara frowned again.‘I thought you believed my pussy wasbeautiful?’‘It is! It is! Please, can I lick your beautifulpussy?’Tara beamed. ‘Of course you can, darling,you only have to ask nicely!’8.A week passed and Brian got into the habitof asking Tara permission to lick her every night. It22

was demeaning and humiliating but he did it to keepher happy.Except, on Friday night, she refused.‘Not, darling, I just don’t feel like it tonight.’Brian felt a little relieved but her next wordschilled him.‘No, what I feel like is a nice big fat cock!’Brian stared at her, his stomach churningand Tara smiled down at him.‘And I got one today!’That was too much!His wife had been unfaithful!Brian fought the tears that formed and Tarasmiled happily at him.‘It’s in the bedroom. Come on, darling, Iwant to try it out.’Stunned, Brian dutifully followed his buxomwife into the bedroom and watched as she removed ablack object from a package. It was a large, fat phalluswith straps attached.Brian had heard of objects such as this – itwas a strap on.23

‘Take your clothes off,’ Tara commanded,not even looking at him as she played with that lewdfake cock.Immediately, Brian thought he had to strapit on and thought that at last he was going to fuck hiswife, and that was a happy thought, even if it was byproxy!Eagerly, he stripped and was quickly naked.He stood next to his still clothed wife whosmiled at him. ‘Keep your head still.’My head?‘Open your mouth.’The thick end of the black plastic cock fittedinside Brian’s mouth, the flange resting against histeeth. There was a hole through the cock, so he couldbreath a little but he realised he would have to breathethrough his nose.What is she doing?Tara didn’t wait for Brian to understand andbegan buckling the straps around his head.‘There,’ she said with satisfaction, smiling atBrian who stared back with wide eyes through thestraps that crisscrossed his face, the large cockbobbing from his mouth.24

He felt like a fool!This was truly humiliating!‘Lie down on the bed while I get ready.’Miserably, Brian lay naked on the bed withthat large black cock bobbing from his face.He couldn’t ignore it, it filled his visionconstantly and he swallowed as saliva built in hismouth.Humiliation built within Brian as herealised that Tara was going to fuck that cock while itwas attached to his face!She emerged naked from the bathroom!Tara smiled down at him, her ample bodywobbling and wiggling as she walked and the bed sankdramatically as she climbed on.Without a word or a gesture, Tara straddledBrian, providing him with an extreme close up of herpussy and anus before sliding down on the cock.Moisture flooded his opened mouth andBrian struggled to swallow as Tara fucked his face.The bed shook and trembled as she movedup and down, her flesh smacking into his face as sheused him.25

He struggled to breathe as well as swallowand once, desperate to breathe, raised his hands topush her off his face.It was a hopeless gesture as he wasn’t strongenough to move her plump body but Tara wasn’tamused.She smacked his hands away and, reachingbehind her, squeezed his balls!Brian cried out and lay still from then onuntil Tara came from fucking his face.Slowly, she pulled herself off the dildo andlay beside the quivering Brian. ‘Take it off and washit,’ was all she said, switching the bedroom televisionon.When he returned, she was munchingchocolates and laughing at the television so much, hermassive breasts were wobbling from side to side.Tara didn’t look at him, just signalled to herpussy and Brian sadly crawled between her beefythighs to feast on her now gaping pussy.‘Slowly,’ she said, her mouth full of caramelcreams, ‘and be careful, I’m tender!’Slowly he began to lick and nibble while hiswife giggled above him and scoffed chocolates.26

9.Later that night, as Tara lay in bed, driftingto sleep, Brian sat on the toilet and pulled his hardcock while chanting, ‘I worship my wife’s pussy; Iworship my wife’s pussy…’‘Louder! I can’t hear you,’ he heard Tara callsleepily from the bed.‘I worship my wife’s pussy!’Brian heard Tara giggle softly and say, ‘that’sbetter, Tiny Brian!’And when she said that, Tiny Brian came!27

A Gift for Kitten.28

The Beginning.We had been playing light dominationgames for sometime and my gorgeous wife always hada wicked sense of humour. Once she tied me up andplayfully teased me with a feather until I was beggingher to let me come.I was hoarse from begging and laughing somuch from the tickling I was actually weeping.Kitten – that’s what I call my wife - justsmiled and continued to tease me. I was so hard,painfully so and wanted to come but she kept denyingme, teasing me and ignoring my increasinglydesperate pleading.I could tell she was turned on by mydesperation and I wasn’t surprised when she swungthose long legs over me and slid my cock into her soft,warm velvet pussy!‘Ahh,’ I groaned as Kitten furiously movedup and down, her eyes glazed and focussed on somefar horizon.‘Don’t come,’ she chanted at me as shemoved, ‘don’t you bloody come!’She pounded into me, sliding up and down,her large breasts wobbling frantically and it was tomuch for me and I came!29

‘You bastard!’Kitten slapped my chest, pulled herself offme and strode from the room, leaving me naked andrestrained on the bed.‘Kitten?’ I tentatively called after her butthere was no reply.She was really angry with me and left me inthat position for almost an hour. When she did releaseme, I was treated to stony silence.‘I’m sorry, Kitten,’ I whispered the nextmorning, ‘you’re so sexy – how can I resist?’She seemed mollified by that and smiled.‘You do look so sexy when you’re pleading,’Kitten said with a devilish look in her eyes. ‘I wish Icould keep you pleading all the time but you’d justwank!’‘No, I wouldn’t,’ I protested but Kittenlaughed.‘You would! Unless there was a way to stopyou.’I should have shut up!I should have kept my big mouth shut but Icouldn’t, I had to speak up.30

‘There are ways,’ I said and Kitten pouncedon that.‘Ways? What do you mean?’‘There are chastity belts…’‘For men? Really?’I nodded, ‘yes there are. The very best onesare locked on and impossible to get off.’‘And impossible for the bloke to get off!’Kitten giggled, ‘if you know what I mean,’ and Ismiled.‘I believe so.’Kitten snuggled close to me and nibbled myear, a gesture she knew drove me insane.‘It’s my birthday next month,’ she said in ahusky voice, ‘perhaps you could get one for mybirthday?’My cock grew hard at the thought of thegames we could play!‘Well…I suppose I…’‘Think of the fun we’d have! Well,’ Kittengiggled, ‘the fun I’d have, anyway!’‘Well, I said hesitantly, I’ll think about it.’31

The Gift.I gave Kitten her birthday gift – perfume anda shopping voucher – and even though she waspleased I could tell it wasn’t exactly what she wanted.Or, what she desired!‘Thank you, darling,’ Kitten said, kissing megently, ‘this is nice.’‘Happy birthday, Kitten,’ I smiled. ‘Shall wego? I have reservations at our favourite restaurant.’Dinner was fine and after two bottles ofwine, we were both feeling mellow and warm.I decided I would give Kitten her other gift.Of course, I had been in two minds but the wine andthe brandy made me feel safe and warmSo I gave her the box.Kitten ripped the wrapping paper, openedthe small red cardboard and removed the silver tubeand locking clasp.Her eyes lit up and her tongue peekedthrough her plump lips for a moment before shegrinned happily at me.face.‘You got it? This is it?’I nodded, smiling at her excited and flushed‘Oh my god....’32

Kitten giggled and gently caressed the silvertube and I shivered at the way her eyes gleamed.‘This is wonderful,’ she whispered, ‘does itfit?’‘Yes.’I had tried it on and it had felt sexy as Iimagined my cock locked away by my wife‘Will you'll wear it?’‘If you want me to,’ I said lightly, sipping mywine and feeling my cock grow hard.‘Oh, I want you to,’ Kitten said breathlessly.‘And I'll have the only key?’Stupidly, I had put all the keys in the boxwith the chastity tube as, then, it was only a game.Maybe it once was a game then but somehow, itchanged.Kitten shook the box, her face creased withdelight, and four keys fell into her lap.She giggled and held the chastity tube up tothe light, trying to see through the bent metal. Itlooked so incongruous in her small hands, the red ofher fingernails contrasting with the silver metal.‘Are these the only keys?’33

‘Yes, you need two keys to unlock it. It’s thebest there is, it’s called the Dickson Device 1 .’‘Was it expensive?’‘Only the best for you, Kitten,’ I said brightlyand she beamed at me, mischievous and sexythoughts dancing in her dark eyes.‘Thank you, darling,’ Kitten said, snugglingnext to me, hand on my hard cock. ‘Can I put it onyou?’‘I’m a little hard,’ I joked and Kitten gentlykissed me.‘You’ll just have to fuck me, darling,’ shewhispered as she nibbled on my ear lobe.’‘I think I could manage that,’ I croaked, ‘andthen you can put it on me.’Kitten nibbled my ear lobe again.‘And I decide when it comes off?’‘Yes,’ I said, uttering the words that I wouldregret for the rest of my life, ‘you decide, Kitten.’‘Decide what?’ Kitten prompted, her faceserious.‘That,’ I said lightly, ‘you decide when thechastity tube comes off.’1 The novel ‘The Dickson device’ has a full description of thisinvulnerable chastity tube.34

‘Promise?’‘I promise,’ I said grandlyAnd Kitten pushed her magnificent breastsagainst my arm as she kissed me.Kitten almost dragged me upstairs, pulledoff my clothes and then hers! Feverishly, she rode meto her own orgasm! I had never seen her come soquickly and I noticed that as she rode me, she held thechastity tube in her hand.Kitten slid off me with a sly and sexy smile,my cock rock hard and I needed to come.‘Let’s play a game now,’ she purred, herhand encircling my quivering cock. ‘Beg me to come!’Her hand slowly stroked me and I playfullybegged.‘Please let me come.’‘No,’ Kitten said crossly, releasing my cock,‘do it properly! Beg me!’‘Please,’ I said with more urgency, ‘please letme come!’‘That’s better,’ she pouted and slowly strokedmy quivering cock. ‘I like it when you beg. You’ll beg alot once I’ve locked you up!’35

The thought of being locked up with Kittenteasing me made me hot, and I begged and beggeduntil I came with an almighty rush!‘There he blows,’ Kitten purred, pumping mycock, milking me.I sighed contentedly and Kitten barely gaveme a minute to bask in the war post-orgasmic feelingand gestured with the silver chastity tube.‘Put it on.’I looked at the metal chastity tube andimmediately had second thoughts.‘Later,’ I said, ‘after I shower.’Kitten pouted but didn’t say anything.I stepped from the shower and she waswaiting in the bedroom, still naked and a serious lookon her beautiful face, the chastity tube in her hands.‘Now, darling,’ she said.’‘Well…’‘You promised!’ Kitten pouted.So I slid the tube onto my cock and Kitteneagerly closed the locking ring.Her eyes became narrow slits when thesound of the device locking rang ominously in theroom.36

up from the bed.‘Nice,’ she said, licking her lips and getting‘Kitten,’ I called after her, looking down atthe metal tube that now encased my cock, ‘when willyou take it off.’again. ‘Kitten?’Silence came from the bathroom and I calledThe sound of the shower filled the room andI sat down on the bed, wondering what I had justdone!Day One.The next morning my erection woke me as itstrained in the tube. Kitten was asleep next to me andI watched her breasts rise and fall in the baby bluenightdress she wore.She is so beautiful!My cock pushed against the tube again and Igrimaced with pain.thought!This is going to be more difficult that IQuietly, I slipped from the bed and used thebathroom. I found I had to sit to urinate which wasslightly humiliating but I thought it would be onlyuntil Kitten grew tired of this game.37

Little did I know!Kitten was slowly waking up when I returnedto the bed and I felt her hand slip down to hold myimprisoned cock in the chastity tube.I saw a small smile flicker on her lips as sheheld the tube and a small sigh escaped her. Suddenly,her other hand moved down to her pussy and Iwatched as she slowly stroked herself with one handwhile the other held my cock in the chastity tube.It was surprising just how wet she was – Icould hear the slick noises and smell her arousal.Her hand pressed against my head and shetugged me down towards her waiting pussy. I knewwhat she wanted and I felt hopeful.This was our usual routine – I would lick herpussy as the entrée to making love. That meant, shewould have to remove the chastity device!I had to make her even more aroused so shewould want me to fuck her!So I leaned down and began to lick as Kittenarched her pelvis up and thrust my face deeplybetween her parted thighs, her hand tugging my faceeven closer..38

She was very wet and her musky smellteased my nostrils as I licked and used my fingers.Barely minutes after I began, she moaned, stiffenedher body and came!That was unusual!I watched as she writhed in ecstasy, myneglected cock pulsing in the chastity tube.Kitten smiled, and, opening her eyes for thefirst time, reached down to fondle the chastity tube.My cock throbbed in the tube and I whimpered as shefirmly squeezed my balls.Hoarsely, I whispered, ‘do you have thekeys?’Kitten smiled lazily and squeezed my ballsagain.‘Yes, darling, I do and they’re in a safe place!’I stared at her and Kitten chuckled.‘Darling, did you hope that I was going tounlock you so soon?"I nodded, unable to speak.She took my face in her hands andwhispered ‘This is your gift to me, isn’t it? It was youridea.’Was it, was it really my idea?39

I tried to think but couldn’t as my cockthrobbed painfully in the fiendish tube.‘Ah…I don’t know…’‘Whatever, darling but we both know you didsuggest it. Anyway, this is your gift to me, isn’t it?’‘Yes’ I whispered.‘And you agreed that I would decide when itcomes off.’I nodded, feeling devastated.‘Good,’ Kitten said, laying back down, ‘Whydon’t you make me a nice cup of tea while I have alittle lie in?’I was confused and horny – very horny.Kitten had enjoyed her orgasm and thenacted as if nothing had changed for the remainder ofthe day.When we went to bed, she caressed mychastity tube before pushing my head down betweenher thighs.Again!And, she came easily and then patted mycheek before rolling over to sleep.40

I stared at the ceiling as my frustrated cockrebelled against the metal tube that cruellyimprisoned it.chores.think…’Day Two.Saturday and I could hardly focus on theFinally, I asked, ‘Kitten, when do you‘You’re not asking again, are you!’She looked at me crossly and it occurred tome that I didn’t know where the keys were and that Icouldn’t get this dammed thing off without the keys!I was totally in her power!‘This was your idea,’ she cruelly remindedme. ‘I may consider letting it off if I’m in a goodmood,’ Kitten said and walked off, tantalising me witha rear view of her tight bottom in tight white shorts.My eyes zeroed in as I tried to see panty linesand guessed she was wearing a thong – possibly thesmall white lace one I remembered and my cockpainfully reminded me of its prison.And so I pampered her with a massage andwas shocked to hear her casually demand a pedicure. I41

had never done that but I stumbled through,listening to her purred instructions.Of course, after that, I found myself betweenher thighs and licking her to a slow and long orgasm.‘Don’t you think, darling,’ Kitten said as shelaid languidly back, her naked breasts wobbling,‘that’s it’s cute that you give me what you can’t have?’‘Kitten…’ I croaked, ready to beg but hercross look silenced me.‘I hope you’re not going to be annoying,’ wasall she said and I hung my head.Days Three and Four.As soon as Kitten woke, she pushed myhead between her legs and I dutifully licked andkissed until she shuddered in orgasmic delight.How I longed to enjoy an orgasm myself!Kitten suggested that I give her a backmassage after her shower, moisturise her long legsand then paint her toenails.What could I do?I wanted her to release me but I now wasafraid of her response if I demanded the keys.42

Like the previous nights, she rolled over togo to sleep, completely ignoring the state that I was in.I couldn’t take it and tried to convince her to unlockme so that I could come.‘Why would I do that?’ Kitten said with a slysmile. ‘I like you this way.’‘Please get the keys!’‘I don’t have them,’ Kitten said calmly and itwas like an arrow through my heart!‘What!’‘They’re in a safe place and not here. Now, goto sleep.’‘Please,’ I demanded, ‘Kitten this has gonefar enough. Please release me!’Kitten gave me a cold and icy look. ‘You’rereally quite rude!’‘Darling,’ I stuttered, ‘Kitten, I don’t mean tobe rude…’‘Don’t ask again. Now, go to sleep!’‘Darling, this was supposed to be fun,’ Iwhimpered, beyond caring and so horny.‘It is fun, darling, my fun! You suggestedthis and now your cock is mine and I love that! Isuggest you try to get used to the idea. The more you43

complain or resist, the worse it will be. Now, for thelast time, go to sleep.Day Five.I have now been locked into the chastity tubefor five days...five long days, the longest in my life!It was obvious that Kitten enjoyed her powerover me and I never thought that she would take ourlittle game this far!Sex was now completely one-sided – Kittengot what she wanted, when she wanted it while Ireceived nothing! Furthermore, she was using mysexual frustration to effectively control me, to makeme more and more submissive to her desires. Icouldn’t fight that as we both knew I had submissiveleanings.Most of the time, I felt so aroused andsubmissive, that I felt weak and powerless around her.And Kitten seemed to know it!Kitten was enjoying it and whenever I gaveher orgasms, I noticed that they were far more intensethan anything I had previously seen.Things changed – at first slowly. She wantedmy mouth a lot and we began with me servicing her inbed but that soon changed.44

Kitten wanted me on my knees anddemanded that I use my fingers as well as my mouthto bring her off.She loved it and there were times when Iwondered if she even missed my cock!In fact, there was an unspoken code now inforce in our home – don’t mention the cock!It was like I was suddenly a eunuch, a haremslave! Kitten demanded everything to gain her sexualsatisfaction while I remained denied.We no longer made love, that took twopeople – no, I was the servant servicing his queen andshe loved it.I was enslaved by my wife’s pussy! Kitten’scunt made me a slave and she ignored my needs so allmy attention was focused on her.‘I seem so sexy these days,’ Kitten purredafter I had licked her again.This was the third time and I knelt betweenher thighs, my face wet with her juices, whimpering infrustration as my cock throbbed.‘Darling,’ she cooed, stroking my hair, ‘I lovethat I get so much satisfaction while you get none!’45

Day Six.I hated the chastity tube and I did try toremove it but it was impossible! The only way toremove it was to cut it off.She loved to tease me and as my balls wereaccessible, Kitten liked to squeeze them before rollingover to sleep. On the sixth night, she murmured,‘they’re getting big, darling, full of all that fizzysperm!’I wanted to beg her but she suddenly pushedmy head down again and I began to lick and play withher very wet pussy.were so full?Did she become aroused knowing my ballsThe many times I spent between my wife'slegs built a hunger and intense sexual need within mewith no relief in sight.Usually, Kitten would kiss me after she hadcome but this time she didn’t and callously rolled overto sleep with a satisfied smile on her lovely face whileI ached and craved relief, staring at the ceiling withtears in my eyes.When will this end?When will she relent?46

Day Seven.My desire to please her the next morningwas blindingly obvious and Kitten smiled down at meas I busily lapped at her cunt.‘You’ve become so attentive,’ Kitten smiledlazily, ‘I love the way you’re so enthusiastic to pleaseme now, so tender and sexy!’My balls ached and my cock squirmed in themetal tube as I was driven with an insatiable desire tocome.In other words, I was submissive to Kitten’sneeds and she was deliriously happy and delighted inpurring that I was her “domesticated pussy licker”.Each time, I performed superbly with mytongue and fingers, giving her an orgasm that rockedher and each time, she ignored my needs.I’d be subtle.I had to ask again but, this time, I thought‘Did you enjoy that, Kitten?’ I asked timidly.‘Yes,’ Kitten smiled, caressing my head,‘you’ve become so good at it. It’s almost as if you lovelicking my pussy. Do you love it?’I did, it was my only sexual contact and Iloved tasting her intimately.‘Yes,’ I said softly.47

‘Good. Orgasms are yummy, aren’t they?’‘Ah…’ I stuttered, lost for words. She knew Icouldn’t have them! What was this cruelty?Kitten giggled at my expression. ‘Oops!They’re not yummy for you anymore, are they?’‘Kitten…please…do…do you think…Icould…come?’‘How can you that, darling, when your cockywocky is all locked up in that cute little chastitythingy?’I swallowed and looked up at her, wonderingif I should go on, if I should tempt her wrath. Myaching balls gave me courage.‘Well…I could…if you unlocked me…’I trailed off and knew I that asking had beena mistake.Kitten smiled wickedly at me as I kneltbetween her thighs.She was gorgeous and I lusted for her. Therewas also a cold edge to her now, a sheen of superiorityand control that made her even more beautiful.It was suddenly clear to me that Kitten likedthings this way, she liked having a “domesticated48

pussy licker” that would slavishly service her whileshe heartlessly denied me!It wasn’t going to change – I knew that now– and I felt like weeping!‘Darling, you really are thick sometimes.Why would I unlock you? Don’t you understand thatwhen it comes to sex, your needs no longer matter. Idon’t give a fig about what you want! It’s all aboutwhat I want!’Kitten idly stroked my hair as I stared upinto those beautiful eyes, my cock cruelly twistingagainst the steel embrace of the tube and I felt like amouse under Kitten’s cold eyes.‘If I remember, you gave me your cock, itwas a gift! And a wonderful birthday gift it was!’I stared up at her and Kitten smiled as shetold me to stand up.Her hand cupped my swollen balls and thenpatted the steel tube of the Dickson Device, the sightof her red painted fingernails so close to myimprisoned cock made it squirm painfully again.‘All locked up! I don't think your dickie willever be yours to play with again, darling, I like beingthe owner of a cock, even if it’s a tiny one!’49

Kitten laughed softly at the expression ofpain that flickered over my face as I realised thesituation I was in. I had thought I was going to be aeunuch for a few days and she was now saying it wasforever!‘I know,’ Kitten said softly, her hand almostweighing my full balls, ‘that your lovemaking in thepast has been less than successful. You were eitherwanking or coming too bloody soon for me! I won’tmention the size of your little dickie because I knowyou’re sensitive.’I looked down at the floor, face hot as mywife’s harsh words infiltrated my frustrated stupor.‘I think it is much better this way, darling,you’re so good now with your mouth and fingers, sogood I don’t need your little dickie at all!’I licked my lips and opened my mouth tospeak – to protest – but a cold glare from Kittensilenced me.‘Let me spell it out, darling, this is the way Iwant you – all horny and needy. I know it’s difficultbut, believe me, it’s going to get worse!’50

Aghast, I stared at her and saw her slowlygrin. It was a wicked smile that sent a shiver throughme.‘If you want to stay married to me, darling,this is the way it will be. You can choose to leave me ifyou like but we both know you’d be absolutely uselesswithout me! True?’Slowly, I nodded and Kitten gave myswollen balls a light squeeze.‘This is how it will be - I get pleasure and youget to suffer.’Kitten stared deeply into my eyes as she saidthose terrible words that shocked and frightened me.‘I get lots of lovely orgasms, you get none!Never! It’s all rather simple! Do you understand?’What could I do?I still loved her and wanted to be with her.Perhaps I hoped that she would relent, that she wouldunlock me.I was a fool but I answered meekly, ‘yes, Ilove you, Kitten.’Kitten laughed, swung her legs around meand walked to the bathroom, her delicious bottomswaying with cocky power.51

Day Twenty.Kitten has changed so much.I am totally focused on pleasing her and Iknow she enjoys using me to achieve unlimited sexualpleasure. It’s also clear that she loves teasing me anddriving me to distraction with the constant arousal Ifeel.Somehow, she thinks it’s funny!Kitten seems to spend less and less time withme apart from when I’m kneeling between her thighsor painting her toenails or doing one of the numerousservices she insists I undertake for her.I haven't had an orgasm in twenty days!My cock is constantly aching and my ballsare painfully swollen.Kitten has taken to wearingextremely sexy clothing around the house and mywillpower has been destroyed by my sexy, cruelKitten!She demonstrates her sexual power andsuperiority at every opportunity and I am not allowedto forget who is the worshiper and who is to beworshipped!52

Kitten likes me to be naked while shedresses in scanty lingerie and her sexual presencedrives me insane! Of sources, she knows that!She torments me in her slinky panties andcamisole as she bends to retrieve something from acupboard or stands on tip toes to reach a shelf.I cannot tear my eyes from her, drinking inthe curves of her body, the jiggling breasts and theline of the thong between the cheeks of her bottom.Once, I used to make love to her, once Iused to come but now I can only stare and weepsilently when she rolls over to sleep.Day Twenty Five.We hardly talk now, I’m just an object thatshe uses and teases.Kitten seems to tease me more thananything now and I crave her touch, her warmth but,instead, I’m treated distantly as if I don’t really exist.I knelt willingly between her thighs,worshiping her hot pussy while Kitten idly watchedtelevision and sipped wine.She didn’t come so easily now and it took meages to help her come. If she was particularly slow to53

arousal, Kitten would abuse me, tell me that my cockwas too small for any proper woman, that she haddone the world a favour by locking it up!The abuse would make her hotter and shewould push my face into her wetness and demand thatI make her come, that I do something right!Kitten liked to stop me, hold my face up bymy hair and ask if I was enjoying myself, if I washaving fun licking her treasure.She enjoyed the look of pain on my face andtaunted me, telling me that I should considercastration, that I’d feel a lot better without thoseswollen balls!‘No more hot thoughts, darling,’ she sneered,‘just cut them off and those maddening desires wouldvanish! I’ll do it for you, if you like! It would be allover in a minute and we could keep your balls in a jaron my desk to remind us that you once had balls!’Kitten laughed loudly at that and I quaked infear that she would actually do it!‘Ooooo,’ Kitten pouted, ‘is my darling hubbygoing to cry? Just because his loving wife has takenhis cocky wocky!’54

‘Kitten…’ I whispered imploringly and sheheld my wet face between her hands so she could lookdeeply into my eyes.‘Just tell me, darling, and I’ll arrange foryour balls to be gone. Do you want to be my littlegelding?’‘No…no..’ I stuttered.Kitten released my face and smiled wickedlyat me.‘Then if you choose this, don’t complain! Getyour miserable face down there and stick your littletongue in my cunt! God, you’re useless!’She uses filthy words to demean me and toremind me she isn’t a lady in my company, that she iswho she wants to be while I’m just a tool to be usedand teased.Day Thirty Seven.I’m afraid Kitten is becoming bored with me.Of course, I service her and dream of comingbut she has become so cruel I’m truly frightened ofher.55

I am so frustrated, it was difficult for me toconcentrate on my work and the firm let me go –sacked me!Kitten didn’t console me, just told me to domore around the house while she worked. And so Icook, clean and wash as well as the personal services Iextend to my wife.If only I could leave her. If only I had thestrength to go, to walk out the door and leave!But it gets worse!Now, when I crouch to service her, to lickher hot pussy until she comes, Kitten likes to keep hershoes on and tap the toe of her shoe against my achingballs.I’m sure she loves the pain that fills my faceas she giggles with each of my reactions to the tappingtoe.Today, she pushed me further into mysubmissive hell!Kitten walked into the living room dressed inthe tiniest pink thong and topless, her large breastsjiggling as she strutted past me. I, of course was nakedand Kitten laughed at the expression of pain she sawin my eyes.56

‘On your knees, boy!’I did and stared at that pink bottom that wasso enticingly close as Kitten shimmied out of the pinkthong.‘I want to feel your tongue in my back door!’Shocked, I gaped at her and she laughed.‘I want to try something new, you bore me! Areal man wouldn’t lick his wife’s bottom but I think weboth know you’re not a real man anymore. Are you?’Fearful that she would kick me out, I leanedforward and Kitten prised her cheeks apart to revealher crinkled rosebud.‘Get your tongue really in there! I want it tobe deep!’Day Fifty Three.I no longer sleep in the main bedroom withKitten but sleep in the guest bedroom. It’s easier forme but it was Kitten’s idea. She said she was tired ofmy moaning during the night.After tying my hands to the bed, Kitten likesto sit beside me and gently run her long fingernails upand down my leg until I am a quivering mess, beggingher to release me, to allow me to come.57

‘Stop whining!’Kitten stood and slowly began to strip. I hadto watch, I couldn’t tear my eyes from thatmagnificent body, the body I haven’t had for over fiftydays!My eyes bulged when I saw she was wearingher sexiest lingerie, the small sheer panties and thegleaming black stockings that caused my cock to twistand turn in the tube and I cried out with pain.‘Poor baby,’ Kitten cooed, ‘do you want me tocut your balls off? It would make it so much easier foryou!’Kitten began to tease my balls and laugh atthe way my cock moves against the tube, especially athow red it is. Her soft fingers stroked my inner thighsbefore Kitten leaned down and blew softly onto myimprisoned cock, her cherry red lips just inches fromit.I want to die!Like a cat, she crouched over me and I couldtell she was aroused by her half lidded eyes and thesmall wet patch on those sheer panties. I could smellit!58

‘Are your balls sore, darling, all full andpainful?’ Kitten purred as she crouched over me and Itried to look away from those firm breasts andsensuous lips.‘Ah…yes,’ I moaned.Kitten cupped my swollen testicles andplayfully squeezed them.‘You’re mine, darling, all mine. How doesthat feel?’I struggled to put sentences together.‘I…they…they hurt…really hurt….I reallyreally need to come.’‘Poor darling, don’t cry,’ Kitten poured,mocking me and gently squeezing my balls.Suddenly, she squeezed my balls savagelyand I cried out with the pain!‘Ahhhhh!’Kitten giggled and clapped her hands like aschoolgirl!‘Sorry, darling,’ Kitten laughed.She weighed my tender balls with her hands.‘They seem so large and full. How long has itbeen now, darling?’ Kitten asked innocently.‘Fifty three days,’ I whimpered.59

‘Poor darling.’Kitten leaned down and blew gently on myballs and the head of my cock which protruded fromthe chastity tube. It was heaven and hellsimultaneously.Her long dark hair fell down and cascadedover my groin, sweeping it across my skin and Igroaned.‘Things have really changed, haven’t they?’Kitten said casually as she stroked my thighs with herlong hair. Small whispery touches sent me into aparoxysm of pain.‘I'm really very nasty to you now. I’m such adomineering bitch now. Aren’t I?’Kitten leaned forward and slowly licked mychest as I struggled in my bonds and my cock reactedpainfully.‘Poor little boy gets nothing while his littlecute wife gets everything! I really enjoy watching yousuffer, darling, I’m afraid it does something to me andI can’t get enough of it! I love it!’She leaned closer and gently kissed mycheek and whispered, ‘I’m your bitch from your worstnightmare!’60

I tried to talk but could only create garblednonsense and Kitten smiled playfully at me.‘Why don’t you walk out on me, darling?Why would a man stay with a cruel teasing bitch likeme? You know I love teasing and humiliating you,why put up with that?’She slipped her panties off and trailed themover my face, touching my nose and lips with them.‘A real man wouldn’t put up with me, not areal man!’I moaned and tried to turn my head awaybut Kitten persisted and pushed her wet panties intomy mouth.‘Just spit my panties out, darling, and tellme you’ve had enough! I’ll take this off you, you canwank and we can split up. I can find a real man whileyou find a small flat and wank everyday!’Kitten snuggled close and whispered in myear, ‘just imagine, you could wank everyday! Andyou’ll never have to see me ever again!’She massaged my balls and squeezed themsharply.‘Just say the word, darling, and it’s all over.’61

I couldn’t imagine a life without my Kitten.Even the agony I was in was worthwhile if I got to seeher, to have contact with her.I know, I’m pathetic but love can do that toyou.Kitten pulled her panties from my mouth,leaving me gasping and tasting her.‘No,’ I whispered, ‘I don’t want to go…I wantto be with you…want to make you happy…’‘You are pathetic,’ Kitten whispered in myear, stroking my ear lobe, ‘really pathetic! You’re not aman so I can do what I like to you! And you’ll let me!’Kitten undid my hands and forced my face toher soaking wet pussy and she came within minutes,one hand on my head, the other scratching my backwith her long fingernails.Almost tenderly, Kitten looked at me andsaid quietly, ‘you’re going to let me do what I want,aren’t you?’I nodded dumbly and she laughed softly. Itwas an awful laugh, cold and cruel.‘You poor fool, you’ve just signed your lifeaway!’62

Day Seventy Eight.Kitten has decreed that I leave the secondbedroom. She wants it for guests and she sent me tothe store to buy a large dog bed.When I returned, I saw she had dumped allmy clothes in a pile in the living room.‘Bag all these clothes. I’ll drop them off atthe charity on my way to work.’‘But…’ I stuttered, ‘I’ll have…’‘Nothing to wear!’ Kitten casually finishedmy sentence. ‘bag them or pack them into a suitcaseand get the fuck out of my life! Your choice!’I ran after her.‘But…Kitten…how will I shop…’‘I’ll decide what goes on! You heard me! Bagthem or pack them! Your choice!’I watched her walk away, her bottomwobbling in the short sun dress she was wearing andmy balls ached painfully.‘And put your bed in the laundry!’The last comment was proof she knew Iwould give in, I always did and I slowly bagged all myclothes and moved them to the garage. I now only hadthe clothes I was wearing but Kitten had other ideas.‘What about those?’63

‘Kit…’‘Strip! Put them in the bag!’Nervously, I looked around the garage. Thedoor was open and anyone could see.Kitten stared coldly at me, hands on her hipsand I meekly surrendered. Quickly, I removed all myclothes including shoes and stuffed them into a plasticbag.I heard Kitten laugh as she walked away.Day Eighty Six.Kitten hurt me today!Really hurt me!I had prepared the meal, served her and thenknelt before her with her glass of wine when Iaccidentally spilled a drop on her shoes.She was furious!‘You idiot!’I saw her eyes come alive with unrestrainedfury and Kitten suddenly kicked me in the balls!My poor aching, swollen balls exploded withpain and I rolled into a ball, quivering and shiveringas I wept from the pain.64

The wineglass had smashed to the floor andwhite wine rolled over the polished timber floors as Iwrithed in agony.Kitten stood over me watching me with avidinterest as I rocked from side to side trying to ease thepain.Gradually, the pain subsided and I looked upat Kitten through teary eyes. Her face was full withpassion and I saw her lick her pouting lips. Irecognized that sultry look! My heart sank as Irealised Kitten had been turned on by inflicting painon me!Sobbing quietly, I managed to crawl to myknees and Kitten seized my hair, pulled her skirt upand pushed my face into her wet pussy.‘Make me come, idiot! Make me come!’I hadn’t serviced her that much lately, atleast not as much as the beginning when the chastitydevice was first locked on me as Kitten had growntired of me. Now, it was obvious she was very aroused!Her pussy was soaked and she pulled my head intoher crotch with a frightening urgency.Trying to ignore the pain from my swollenballs and my denied cock, I licked and kissed until my65

wife collapsed onto the sofa with an outrageousorgasm!‘Get away from me, idiot!’ Kitten snappedafter regaining her breath, kicking me in the chest topush me away.on my lips.Slowly, I crawled away with Kitten’s juicesDay Ninety Five.I expect you to serve the drinks andcanapés,’ Kitten snapped, ‘without causing anyproblems.’‘But Kitten,’ I whined, ‘can I wear clothes…’She laughed coldly.‘You don’t have any clothes! And this is alingerie party so the girls will be stripping off to trythings on.’slinky underwear!Oh no! The agony of watching women in‘Do I have to stay,’ I whimpered, ‘couldn’t Iwait in the kitchen…’again!’‘Just do what I say or I’ll kick you in the balls66

The women arrived and Kitten explainedthat I was a eunuch, that my cock was useless while Iknelt at her feet.I wished the ground would swallow me up!‘When did he last come?’ Lisa asked, eyesfixed on me.‘I can’t remember,’ Kitten said airily.‘He should remember,’ Sue pointed out andall the women looked at me with a mixture ofcontempt, disdain and pity.‘Tell them,’ Kitten said.‘Ninety five days,’ I murmured, red faced.They laughed at that and from then onignored me as they modelled the lingerie andsleepwear for each other while drinking bottles ofwine.Every ten minutes, I'd refresh the ladies'glasses and they watched me for a moment and thenresumed talking and laughing.They became drunker and I began to worrywhen Sue said suddenly, ‘his balls are big, comparedto the size of his dick!’‘Swollen with juice,’ Kitten giggled and theyall laughed.67

‘So he gets nothing?’ Lisa asked.‘Nothing,’ Kitten said firmly.‘And what about you?’ Sue asked with a slysmile.‘I use his mouth when I feel like it but he’sbecome bloody boring! ‘‘Where do you use his mouth?’ Lisa asked,draining her glass.‘Where do you bloody think?’ Kitten laughedand they all laughed together.‘He’s good at bum licking as well,’ Kittencasually announced and, again, I wished the floorwould swallow me up completely.They laughed and I slunk around the room,trying to quell my aching cock as Lisa strutted aroundthe room in a black see through baby doll nightly.They finally left – mostly a little tipsy and Iwas glad to see them go.Except they all didn’t go, Lisa remained!I walked into the lounge room and almostdied with shock.Kitten was lying on the sofa with Suecrouched over her, exploring Kittens face with sexydrunken kisses.68

‘He’s staring,’ Sue murmured, looking at mebefore kissing Kitten again.‘Let him,’ Kitten said, ‘in fact, it’s bloodypainful for him so we should make him watch. Ok?’‘I’m game if you are,’ Sue grinned.‘Kneel over there, darling,’ Kitten said withthat wicked smile of hers, ‘and watch.’I knelt in the corner as I watched my wifewith another woman, my poor imprisoned cocksquirming and my swollen balls aching withfrustration.They gently explored each other's flesh withsoft giggles and whispers, always peeking at me beforeescalating to touching breasts or slipping hands upskirts.It was almost too much for me to bear!‘He looks so sad,’ Sue laughed as she kissedKitten’s throat. ‘Does it hurt him when his cock islocked up?’‘Yes,’ Kitten said and I watched her hand atwork up Sue’s skirt, ‘it does hurt him which is half thefun for me!’69

‘Cruel bitch,’ Sue breathed, eyes closing asKitten’s fingers worked magic. ‘It must be awful forhim not to get hard.’‘I suppose it is. Come on, let’s go upstairs.’Day One Hundred and Two.Sue came around again today – it seems sheand Kitten are real lovers now.Kitten tied my hands behind my back andforced me to lick Sue’s bum. Sue really pushed it deepagainst my face and I felt useless and humiliated.‘Do you want to kiss me, darling? Kittenteased after Sue had pulled her panties up and walkedaway, that cute bottom bobbing in the lime greenknickers.‘Yes,’ I moaned, ‘yes I do.’In her skimpiest panties, Kitten stood infront of me, turning so her bottom was offered to me,the pink panties stretched tight over her flesh.sloppy one.’‘Give me a kiss, darling and make it a bigMy cock ached and I was desperate to comeand obsessed by the sight before me. I was gone, adesperate idiot who wanted nothing more than to kiss70

my wife’s pantied bottom while her lover giggled inthe corner.I begged and pleaded and Kitten pushed herbum into my face and I devoured it with deeppassionate kisses, dreaming of fucking her, of actuallycoming!Day One Hundred and Ten.Kitten led the tall man in by the hand.I looked up from my position kneeling onthe floor and wondered miserably what was going tohappen.It was obvious, I suppose, as my hands weretied behind my back and the stranger was naked, hiscock hard as a rock. Kitten playfully grabbed his bigcock and led him over to the bed.She pushed him gently onto the bed and Igroaned with humiliation and desire. She was dressedin a small sheer white bra and panties. Her body hadnever looked so beautiful, a body I no longer had anyconnection with!They ignored me, I was invisible as Kittencrawled onto the bed and I strained to look up, to seewhat she was doing.71

I wished I hadn’t as she was sucking on thatcock and the pain caused by that lewd sight in my owncock and swollen deprived balls was almost too much.This was her first lover – the first I knewabout anyway. He would not be the last.Kitten loved to make me watch and I wantedto beg her not to, to just allow me to suffer alone but,of course she wouldn’t. If I begged, I was sure shewould kick me in the balls – she loved doing that somuch.Kitten wanted me to see another man’spleasure with her while I suffered my terrible endlesssexual torment and denial. She loved it so and I knewthe expression on my face would make her laugh andgiggle.She turned, releasing that cock from hermouth with an obscene plop and whispered, ‘watch,my pathetic puppy, watch how a real man enjoyshimself! Watch how a real man fucks your Kitten!’My mind reeled, a man can only take somuch, even though I wasn’t, as Kitten pointed outconstantly, much of a man. I wanted my wife back andI wanted to make love to her, holding her perfect bodywhile I came!72

Watching her now was destroying me,ripping my heart apart and I wanted her to stop but Iwas nothing to her, my pain was invisible.Deep inside, I guessed Kitten knew she wasdestroying me and, in fact enjoyed it, knowing she wasbreaking my heart, crushing my self-esteem.Everything she was doing was eroding mysanity and my will and she smiled that mocking smileas she stroked the other man’s cock and licked it in away that was deigned to make me wish I was dead.How did she become so cruel?Did she still care for me a little?I knew enough to know that all love hadevaporated once she became addicted to the erotictaste of complete control over me.Perhaps there was a small drop of affectionor, more likely, I was no longer a man in her eyes buta plaything to forget about once Kitten had enjoyedher moments.I knew then that sooner or later I would bediscarded like a broken toy or a piece of clothing thatwas no longer fashionable.73

My torture was now maybe a mere afterthought. Perhaps, any day, I'd be discarded andforgotten like these men are in the morning.I needed her.I wanted her to look at me and see herhusband, not the thing I had become!Instead, Kitten swung her long legs over thatman and, pulling her tiny panties aside, sunk her cuntdown on that cock.I watched the man’s long hard flesh sink intomy wife’s pussy and wept, wept for what I had lostand what I would never have again!Kitten looked at me as she rode that cock,her eyes smiling and cruel and gave me a victorious,smirk. As she moved up and down, the expressionchanged to a mixture of amusement, some pity andmuch disgust.‘Poor baby,’ she cooed, riding the huge cockslowly, ‘poor baby feels all left out? Wanting what heused to have but can’t anymore?’Her eyes drifted through me, I was fading inher very eyes and we knew she had destroyed me,broken me down until I was nothing but this patheticslave.74

My lot in life was to accept what Kittengave, accept it fully and without complaint. She hadwon and she had loved it.More tears came and I sobbed for what I hadlost and for what I would never ever receive again.Kitten was going to make me a smaller andsmaller part of her life until I had vanished.Day One Hundred and Thirty Five.Kitten smiled down at me as I knelt waiting.She dropped a pair of old jeans, tennis shoesand a t-shirt on the floor.‘That’s all the clothes I could bother findingfor you,’ she said coldly. ‘The divorce papers are onthe table. Sign them without reading. Hurry up, youuseless shit!’Trembling, I signed away anything I had leftbut I no longer cared.‘I’ve mailed the chastity keys to this address,’Kitten said, dropping a card on the table. ‘Here’s a busticket. From then on, you’re on your own. Get out.’She turned and walked away. Sadly, Iwatched Kitten’s magnificent bottom for the last time.Her lover was in the other room waiting for her and I75

assumed that would enjoy a victory fuck once I wasout the door.Day One Hundred and Thirty Seven.Feverishly, I tore open the envelope andtipped it open.No keys!unfolded the note.There were no bloody keys in the envelope!My fingers trembled and my hand shook as II read Kitten’s note with disbelief.Sorry, I threw the keys way twomonths ago – I was feelingparticularly nasty.You have a choice – chemicalcastration or surgical. I’ll leave thatdecision to you.Your loving ex-wife,Kitten.I sat down outside the Post office in thatsmall country town and stared vacantly at the road.Chemical or surgical – what did it matter? Ihad been castrated by Kitten a long time ago!76

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Colin walked to the door from the car park.Staff were leading horses past the main corral whileriding students were lining up to select their horses.It was another busy day at the Blaine RidingSchool.‘Hey, Colin,’ Tony Blaine called, ‘you lateagain? You’ve got some lessons to give!’‘I know, Tony,’ Colin said quickly, ‘just had aproblem with my car.’Tony looked at him suspiciously and thennodded curtly.He doesn’t like me, Colin thought miserably,as he walked to the office to clock in, he hates me.Colin conducted the class and was glad whenit was over. They students – predominately female –were the children of the rich and Colin alwayssuspected they were laughing at him.Especially that bitch Janine Reynolds!She was always smirking at him and gigglingwith her friends in a way that made Colin blush butshe was rich while he was working to live.Colin was at least ten years older than thestudents – they were all eighteen or older – Janine78

Reynolds was, he knew, twenty as she had a birthdayparty with friends recently.She was a pouty brunette with long legs anda knowing look that always generated heat in Colin’sgroin.After the class, he worked quickly on hisscheduled chores, hoping he could get away early andwas leaving the barn when he saw Janine Reynoldsleaning against his truck.‘Can I help you, Miss Reynolds?’ Colinasked, feed buckets in his hands.Janine looked him up and down with awicked smile.‘Perhaps, Colin.’It irked him that he had to call this womanwho was ten years younger than him Miss while shecheerfully used Colin’s first name like he was aservant.Maybe I bloody am from her perspective,Colin thought bitterly, she has money while I’m just alower class worker!‘What do you mean?’ Colin asked nervously,looking around.79

‘Did you enjoy my birthday party?’ Janineasked, ignoring his question.Birthday party? That was a week ago!Colin thought quickly.‘Ah, I wasn’t invited…’‘But you were there!’‘Well…yes…’‘I have photos to prove it!’Colin nervously waited as she looked in herhandbag. The wind played with her white skirt andColin stared down at her legs in nylons.‘You might find this one amusing.’Colin gingerly took the photograph andgaped at it. It showed Colin in bushes, peering into awindow.Red faced, he looked at her and began tostutter, ‘ah…that’s…’‘I think you were looking into the roomwhere we changed our clothes?’‘Ah…’‘I have more. Do you want to see them?’‘Ah…no…I…’‘Did you see anything?’ Janine askedcasually as she put the photos back into her handbag.80

‘I’m trying to remember what I had on that day. WasI wearing black lingerie or pink?’‘Look,’ Colin said desperately, lookingaround in case Tony was some where close, ‘I onlylooked for a minute…’‘Bryony took twenty photographs,’ Janinesaid calmly, ‘so I estimate it was more than a minute.’‘I didn’t see anything…’‘What a shame!’‘Look,’ Colin hissed, ‘what do you want?’‘Want?’ Janine said innocently, ‘I justthought you’d want to see your pictures. Perhaps,’ sheadded coldly, ‘Tony would like to see them!’‘No!’ Colin cried out and then spoke softly,‘please don’t do that. Look, I’m sorry but…’‘Sorry is such an overused word.’Colin gaped at her, what did she mean?‘But…’‘I’m waiting,’ Janine said calmly, armsfolded.‘Uh…waiting?’‘I asked you what you saw.’Colin blushed deeply.81

He had seen Janine take her top off but thatwas all, although the image of her in a pink bra livedwith him that night when he had furiouslymasturbated.‘Nothing,’ Colin murmured, admitting whatshe already knew, ‘Tony came looking for me.’‘Oh what a shame!’ Janine pouted and Colinblushed again. ‘You saw nothing? Not even my bra?’‘Well…ah…yes, I saw you…’‘You did? Was it pink?’‘Yes…it…ah…was pink.’ He looked away.‘My favourite bra. Do you think Tony willappreciate that you saw nothing? Or my parents, theparents of the other girls?’‘No! Please…Jan…’‘Did I say you could call me by my firstname?’‘Ah…sorry…look, Miss Reynolds…pleasedon’t tell Tony…’‘I think I should,’ Janine said with a slysmile, ‘I think it’s a girl’s duty to protect the worldfrom perverts!’‘Perverts!’ Colin was shocked. ‘I’m not…’82

‘What else do you call a man who sneaksthrough bushes to spy on young women as theychange their clothes?’ Janine pointed out sweetly.‘Ah…I’m…what do you want?’ Colin saidresignedly.‘Want?’ Janine said innocently, ‘are yousuggesting I’m blackmailing you or something?’‘Yes…no! I…I…’‘What did you do when you went home afterseeing me in my pink lacy bra?’Her eyes seemed to burrow into Colin’s andhe swallowed.‘Do?’ Colin stuttered. ‘What did I do? Ah…’‘You wanked, didn’t you?’Colin gasped and looked around like astartled rabbit.‘Well…no…of course not…I mean…’‘Liar!’ Janine said cheerfully. ‘Guess I’ll takethese to Tony now.’She began to walk away but Colin rushedafter her.‘No! Please don’t do that!’She stopped and stared coldly into his eyes.‘Well, then?’83

‘Yes,’ he whispered, ‘I wanked.’‘Thought so!’ Janine said triumphantly.‘Please,’ Colin said urgently, all control anddignity gone, ‘please don’t tell Tony! I need this job.’She studied him and Colin shivered underthose cold green eyes.‘All right,’ Janine said slowly, ‘I won’t showTony…today…’‘Thank god!’ Colin said with relief.‘…if you wank for me.’Stunned, Colin gaped at the smiling Janine.‘What? You’re…’‘We can go into the barn,’ Janine saidconversationally, pointing at the barn. ‘You can do itthere.’‘Now look…’‘It’s not as if,’ Janine said calmly, ‘that you’venever wanked before. You told me you did it after youpeeped at my birthday. I bet you wank all the time;Bryony says blokes do.’‘But,’ Colin stuttered, ‘why?’Janine shrugged. ‘I’ve never seen anybodymasturbate. I think it will be fun.’‘You can’t be serious!’84

‘Perfectly,’ Janine’s smiling green eyes grewcold and she shrugged prettily. ‘I’ll go and see if Tonyis in the office, shall I?’Colin swallowed and wiped the perspirationfrom his face. He was caught and knew it.‘No, please,’ he said softly, ‘don’t do that.’Janine smiled victoriously. ‘You’ll do it?’‘Yes,’ Colin whispered, face down.‘You’ll wank for me?’He couldn’t bring himself to say it andnodded, his cock growing hard.‘Then let’s do it.’Janine walked to the barn, her white skirtmoving in the breeze and Colin mournfully followed.She sat on some straw in the corner, lookingup at Colin with a broad and sly smile.‘Drop your trousers and let’s see it!’Colin looked around like a an animal caughtin a trap but he saw no mercy in Janine’s eyes, justmischief and enjoyment.Slowly, he unbuckled his trousers and letthem fall and he stood in the barn in his whiteunderpants, his trousers around his ankles.85

‘Pull your tighty whities down,’ Janine saidwith obvious delight as his cock strained against thematerial.Swallowing, Colin did and his hard cockpopped out. He looked down at Janine who wasseated so he could peek up her skirt. She was wearingpantyhose and he thought he glimpsed the gussetagainst the shining nylon.‘Looks like you’re all ready to go,’ Janinelaughed. ‘Is it because you’re looking up my skirt?’He blushed furiously and didn’t know whatto say.How did he get in such a foolish position?How?‘I…I…don’t know,’ he murmured, hard cockbobbing in front of him.‘It’s just my legs, I suppose,’ she teased.‘Come on, do it.’Slowly, Colin closed his hand around hiscock and under Janine’s watchful eye, began to slowlystroke himself.It was awful!So humiliating and shameful!86

Janie watched with shining eyes as Colinworked his cock, pulling it harder and harder.Janine brought her knees together butallowed the skirt to fall back slightly so Colin couldlook down at her bottom in the gleaming nylonpantyhose.It was too much and to his eternal shame, heejaculated!Janine was obviously disappointed.‘Is that it?’ Janine frowned. ‘that wasn’tmuch.’Strangely, Colin felt he had to apologise.‘Sssorryyyy…it’s just that…you’re sexy…’‘Oh,’ Janine smiled, ‘it was my legs, wasn’tit? Oh well.’She stood up and looked down at Colin’swilting penis.‘Perhaps you’ll do better next time.’Stunned, Colin watched her walk to the barndoor, the incriminating photographs under one arm.‘N-n-next time?’Janine smiled coolly.‘Yes, next time. Tomorrow, in fact when allmy friends are here. You can do it for them. I’m sure87

they’d like to see a boy wank. Although,’ she said, asshe opened the door, ‘it’s not much.’‘But…but you said you…’‘And I won’t show Tony,’ Janine said calmly.‘Unless, of course, you don’t do what you’re told!’Her eyes looked him up and down. ‘Youknow, Colin, you look really stupid standing therewith your trousers down.’She walked away and Colin numbly pulledhis trousers back up.Tomorrow?All her friends?‘He’s really going to do it?’ Enya looked atColin and then back at Janine while the other fiveyoung women waited breathlessly for her answer.‘Yes,’ Janine said calmly, ‘he’ll wank for us.He did it for me yesterday.’‘That’s a little pathetic, isn’t it?’ Bryony said,eyeing Colin who blushed helplessly. ‘I mean, what’sthe big deal?’‘Well,’ Akaka, a small dark haired girl ofJapanese descent said firmly, ‘I want to see it. We’ve88

not all groped boys in the back of Daddy’s car,Bryony,’ she added spitefully.‘And you can’t help still being a bloodyvirgin,’ Bryony said darkly.‘Wait,’ Janine said, intervening, ‘it’s just a bitof fun. His face goes all funny when he spurts.‘Let him do it,’ Enya said.The girls fell silent and turned to look atColin.‘Does he take all his clothes off or just histrousers?’ Bryony asked.‘Whatever we want,’ Janine said lightly.‘I say all,’ Akaka said quickly.‘Might as well see everything,’ Enya agreed.Janine nodded and looked calmly at Colin.‘Well, get on with it. Get your gear off.’‘But…but what if Tony come sin…’‘He won’t,’ Enya said, ‘he’s gone into town.‘We have half an hour at least.’‘He won’t need that long,’ Janine said, ‘hegoes off quickly.’‘All boys do,’ Bryony said.‘Listen to the voice of experience,’ Akakamuttered and Bryony glared at her.89

‘Bitch!’ Bryony snapped.‘Slut!’ Akaka retaliated and Janine rolled hereyes.‘Will you two stop it just for once?’ Janineturned her eyes onto Colin. ‘Come on, get it off!’There was, Colin knew, no escape so heslowly began undoing his shirt. Embarrassed, he laidthe shirt on his jacket in the corner of the horse stalland, kicking his shoes off, began unbuckling his belt.‘He’s a bit scrawny,’ Enya commented. ‘Ishis…you know…is it big?’‘You can say dick, you know,’ Bryony saidwith a roll of her eyes. ‘Is his dick big, Janine?’‘No,’ Janine said calmly, ‘it’s not.’Colin blushed at that but remained focussedon removing his underpants until, totally humiliated,he stood naked in front of the girls.‘You’re right,’ Bryony said, ‘it’s not big.’‘Do they come bigger than that?’ Akakaasked.‘Yes,’ Enya murmured and then flushed selfconsciously.‘Well, they do,’ she added defiantly asBryony grinned at her.90

‘And he’s hard,’ Janine said. ‘Imagine howsmall it would be if he weren’t hard.’‘A tweezer job,’ Bryony said cuttingly andColin’s face burned. ‘Let’s see him wank.’‘We can sit here,’ Janine said, gesturing at along bench that some of the girls stood on whenbrushing the horses. ‘He can spurt into the straw.’‘Ewww!’ Enya wrinkled her nose. ‘I walk onthat straw!’‘Can’t he do it into something else?’ Bryonyasked.‘Yes, all right!’ Janine sighed. ‘use yourundies, Colin.’‘But…’ Colin stuttered.‘Will you get on with it!’The girls arranged themselves on the benchand Colin stared miserably at the straw. He had hisunderpants in his left hand and his hard cock in theother.‘Don’t they look at pictures or something?’Enya said suddenly.‘I let him look up my skirt last time,’ Janinevolunteered.‘Slaggy slut,’ Akaka murmured.91

‘I had knickers and tights on,’ Janinedefended, ‘he didn’t see anything!’‘Look,’ Enya said, perhaps to distract thegirls, ‘he’s doing it!’Colin focussed on masturbating, keen to getthrough this shameful and humiliating experience.The girls watched avidly and Bryonysuddenly moved the hem of her tartan skirt up herthighs and parted her legs.‘Look, Colin,’ she taunted, ‘take a peek!’Colin had to look! His eyes focussed on thatsmall white vee of panties and he grunted, groanedand spurted into his underpants.‘Is that it?’ Akaka asked, disbelief in hervoice. ‘Is that all there is?’‘I stirred him up with my knickers,’ Bryonysaid, smoothing her skirt.‘Oh that’s something new,’ Akaka saidnastily, ‘showing your knickers to blokes! Not!’‘At least blokes look at me,’ Bryony snapped.‘they’re all afraid your pussy is vertical like your eyesinstead of horizontal!’‘That’s a really nasty thing to say!’ Akakasaid, close to tears.92

‘Well, you started it,’ Bryony said lamely.‘I hate you!’‘Girls,’ Janine said, ‘will you stop it. Bryony,apologise to Akaka. That was really nasty.’‘I’m sorry, Akaka,’ Bryony mumbled asAkaka sniffled.‘Well,’ Enya said, standing, changing thesubject, ‘that was a waste of time. Was it more thanthirty seconds?’‘Probably not,’ Janine said. ‘Get dressedColin.’Colin, grateful to hear those magical words,quickly dressed, leaving his underpants off.‘Look he’s commando,’ Bryony said snidely.‘Did you see that episode of “Friends”?’Akaka asked laughing, angst quickly forgotten.‘Yes,’ Bryony said. ‘I reckon that Joey is hunglike my horse. No tweezers required there!’The girls all laughed and Colin stoodhesitantly at the barn door.‘I’d…I’d better…better go…’‘Yes,’ Bryony said succinctly, ‘piss off.’‘’We’re all back on Wednesday,’ Janine saidcalmly. ‘We’ll think of something then.’93

‘What?’ Colin, stunned, stared at Janine.‘What do you mean? That was…was it…wasn’t it?’‘Don’t be naive,’ Bryony snapped. ‘I’ve got afew ideas and I’ve got some homework for you.’Colin gaped at Bryony who was lookingthrough her handbag for cigarettes.‘Don’t smoke in here,’ Janine said, ‘look atall the bloody straw!’Bryony sighed and shoved the cigarette packback into her handbag.‘Ho…homework?’ Colin asked sadly.‘Yes,’ Bryony snapped, ‘go to the library andlook up cunninlingus! Do I need to spell it?’The other girls gaped at her, Colin shook hishead and despondently walked from the barn.Wednesday found Colin waiting in the barn.Tony was in the office and Colin felt very nervousabout performing for the girls again. They had himover a barrel so he knew he would do what theywanted.And somewhere deep inside him, he wasenjoying it.94

‘Right,’ Bryony said briskly when the girlswalked in, ‘Tony is just over in his office so we have tobe quick.’‘Won’t be a problem for him,’ sniffed Enya.Colin blushed and looked down. He felt sohelpless.‘Did you do your homework?’ Bryonydemanded, standing so close, she was almost eyeballto eyeball.Colin licked his lips. ‘Ah…yes…I did…’‘Good,’ Bryony said, turning to look around.‘Go into that stall and lie on your back.’‘What are you doing?’ Janine demanded.‘I’m going to sit on his face,’ Bryony saidcalmly and Enya and Akaka stifled shocked giggleswith their hands while Colin, aghast, gaped at her.‘Get over to that bloody stall!’ Bryony hissed at himand slowly, Colin walked away.Sighing, he lay down on his back in the strawand waited.‘You are bloody joking!’ Janine hissed.‘No, I’m not. I’ve read about it and it’ssupposed to be super! What young bloke is going towant to sniff around my bits?’95

‘Ewww!’ Enya cried in shock.‘Look,’ Bryony said, ‘I’m not saying you birdshave to try it but I am. Get an eye out for Tony!’Bryony walked into the stall, slipped herwhite knickers down from under her skirt and slippedthem into her blazer pocket.‘You better do this right,’ Bryony said,glaring down at Colin.Although she wouldn’t admit it to the othergirls, Bryony was anxious and nervously settled downon Colin’s face.Colin had read as much as he could find onthe subject and tentatively began to lick while Bryonysettled further on his face.‘What’s she doing?’ Colin vaguely heardAkaka’s voice as he worked.And worked!Bryony began to squirm on his face, usinghis nose and chin to masturbate herself while histongue scampered stupidly around her bits!At last, she allowed herself a little come, itwas gentle but sharp and it was, she decided, worth it.Shakily, she stood up and looked down atColin’s red and wet face. Realising she was standing96

over him and she had her knickers in her pocket,Bryony quickly snapped, ‘shut your bloody eyes, youperv!’Enya, Akaka and even Janine looked at herwith something approaching awe when she walkedout.‘Well?’ Janine asked.‘It was ok,’ Bryony shrugged, ‘I came, at leastthat’s something.’The other three gaped at her and thenJanine frowned. ‘Right,’ she said determinedly, ‘keepan eye out; I’m going to try.’Bryony smiled as Janine marched into thestall.‘Shut your eyes,’ she hissed at Colin who wasstill lying on the straw.Dutifully, he did so, heard rustling clothesand then another warm pussy settled on his face.‘Do it!’‘Colin, wait up!’ Colin turned nervously astony walked over to him in the carpark. ‘I’ve hadgood reports from some of the parents.’97

‘You…you have?’ Colin squeaked.‘Yes, you know what they’re like as far astheir little darlings are concerned. These youngwomen are, what, nineteen, twenty and they act likespoilt ten year olds! Rich brats!’Colin gaped at that; it was unusual for Tonyto complain about the rich customers.‘Still, they pay the bills on time,’ Tonyshrugged, ‘and I always add a good margin!’ Hewinked and patted Colin on the shoulder. ‘I’ve got anice little bonus for you.’‘You…you have?’ Colin said warily.‘Yes, the parents are saying that theirdaughters all say you’re a kind and considerateteacher who makes an extra effort to understand theirneeds. That’s a direct quote. And it was from threesets of parents! Congratulations, you’ll find a lot extrain your pay packet this week!’‘Well, thanks.’‘Anyway, the parents are keen for us toarrange a riding camp in Wales. I said I would andthey rang and asked if you would be taking it. Ithought you wouldn’t mind and said you would – tendays in Wales, mate, thought you wouldn’t mind.98

Anyway, the camp was bloody booked out in twohours! And they want another! You’re in for a busysummer, mate, but it’ll be a nice little earner for bothof us.’Colin watched Tony walk away, his heartsinking and he imagined himself lying on his backsomewhere and a line of rich young women, eager tosit on his face.Still, he thought to himself, beats muckingout stables!99

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1.My job was to make clients happy.It’s not exactly what it says on the jobdescription, it actually says Client RelationshipExecutive, but the truth is, I make clients happy.Usually, after somebody in the bowels of ourorganisation had made a huge error, I just apologise,refund or give them an order credit with a promise ofa long lunch or tickets to the football, tennis orwhatever else was in season at the time.It was, I thought, pretty bloody simple.Until somebody in our logistics departmentcompletely lost the order for Creole Fashion. Usually,the orders were short, or the wrong colour but in thiscase, the entire order for the new electro fittings forCreole Fashion, our biggest customer, went missing!Completely missing.The first I heard of it was when ourManaging Director rushed into my office. I wassurprised he even knew where my office was and Icould smell the panic on him.‘Bob,’ he gasped without preamble, ‘we havea terrible disaster!’ It was hard enough for me to101

understand the Brits when they were speakingnormally, even after all the years I’ve lived in London,but when they’re panicking, it becomes a highsquealing whistle.I wanted to point out that I deal withdisaster every day but he didn’t let me get a word in.‘Some pratt lost the entire order for CreoleFashion! I just got off the phone with their MD. She israther angry! I mean, she’s talking cancellation of allorders – all orders! That’s a bloody disaster, old man!’I shrugged.‘She can’t do that, Tim, where would theygo? We are the only company…’Tim angrily shook his head. ‘No, there’s anew company in Poland that is producing componentsand, she pointed out to me, twenty percent cheaperper unit!’‘Impossible!’‘No,’ Tim said grimly, ‘it’s not! I bloodychecked! Bob, you have to get over there and smooththings out! I don’t care what you do but make it right!They are our biggest client! If they go, we might aswell close up shop! You can kiss goodbye to yoursportscar, Bob!’102

I gulped at that. Lose my pride and joy? Nomore motoring trips to Monaco, roaring down themountain roads, forgetting about shitty clients andlife? I was twenty seven and enjoying life but,sometimes, work got in the way.‘I’ll fix it, boss,’ I said more calmly that I felt.‘Make sure you bloody do!’ Tim stormed outand I got the telephone number from my secretary,closed the door and made the call.‘Can I speak to Evelyn Wilson, please.’‘And whom may I say is calling?’ Thesecretaries voice dripped ice.‘Bob Vincentii from Bond United…’‘Just one moment.’My fingers nervously tapped on my desk as Ilistened to bad Mozart and then the coolly formalvoice of Evelyn Wilson, Managing Director of CreoleFashion and Design, known throughout the industryas Super Bitch, came on the line!‘Yes?’‘Hi, Evelyn,’ I said as easily as I could with aforced brightness, ‘Bob Vincentii here, we met atwards.’103

‘I know who it is, Bob,’ she said icily, ‘Myassistant informed me. I expect you’re calling tosmooth over your latest debacle?’This wasn’t going to be easy!‘Yes, I’m calling to apologise…’‘On the telephone? Not very polite, are you?’God, she doesn’t miss a trick!‘I was hoping we could get together, perhapslunch, to discuss the situation…’‘And compensation.’‘Well, yes, of course. How about lunch…’‘I can see you at my office at six thirty thisevening.’Six thirty?I played squash…I mentally shrugged thatthought away.‘Half past six? I’ll be there, Evelyn.’She hung up without a word and I stared atthe telephone.Definitely Super Bitch!2.I went home, shaved, took a shower andchanged into a new Italian suit with a five hundred104

Euro French shirt. The tie was Italian as were theshoes. The shoes were highly polished – womenalways notice shoes – and the tie was brand new so nostains. Women notice the most peculiar things.Let me explain something to you. It’sdifficult without coming off as a big head but it’s nocoincidence that I look after all the big female clients.I am not ugly!In fact, some women have said I have therugged good looks of an Italian movie star! I’m young,American handsome and alone in a foreign country –you do the math!What can you do – you make the best ofwhat you’ve got, right? It also helped that as aCalifornian in London I was still exotic enough forsome women.I figured I’d charm her, smooth things over,take her to dinner, use my charm on her and if I canget her into bed, all the better.3.She kept me waiting, of course, but I satoutside her office with studied casualness and105

pretended to read Horse and Hound. Incidentally,the Brits have some weird magazines!The secretary had gone and the building wassilent. Suddenly the door opened and Evelyn Wilsonstood in the doorway, studying me.‘Evelyn,’ I said easily, switching the smile onas I walked towards her. She was a classy woman, butwore her blond hair long and her bright blue eyeswere like diamonds behind her reading glasses.‘Bob,’ she said quietly, ‘come into my office.’She sat behind her desk – no cosy discussionon the sofa in the corner, I was obviously in her badbooks – and she stared coldly at me as I sat.‘First,’ I said, ‘I want to apologise…’‘Tim has done that,’ Evelyn snapped, ‘manytimes. It became annoying after a while,’ she said inher cultured tones, ‘he was quite sycophantic.’‘Oh…well, Bond United is quite concerned…’‘Sod Bond United,’ Evelyn said succinctly.‘What are you offering as compensation?’For twenty minutes we haggled until I gavein and gave her what she wanted as we both knew Iwould.106

‘Well,’ I said brightly, ‘that wraps it up,Evelyn. Again, I would like to apologise…’‘We haven’t finished,’ she said quietly.‘Oh?’‘We haven’t discussed my personalcompensation.’I smiled – it always came down to that nomatter how much they purported to be concernedabout their companies well being, it was always what’sin it for them!‘Of course, Evelyn,’ I said smoothly, ‘BondUnited has a range of client entertainments. Whatwould you enjoy? Ballet, opera season tickets?Perhaps Wimbledon?’She studied me coolly.‘I’m not one for sports, the opera bores meand I lost all interest in ballet once I learned that mostof the principal male dancers were gay! It ratherdiluted the enjoyment of looking at all those muscularmen in tights.’I gave a nervous laugh.‘Sure, I understand. What, then, did youhave in mind?’‘You.’107

I gaped at her for a moment and thensmiled winningly.‘Me?’ I obviously still had the charm.‘Yes,’ Evelyn said firmly, ‘you or should I say,your mouth!’That floored me!‘My…my mouth?’She smiled at my consternation.‘Yes, your tongue to be precise and your lipsand perhaps, your nose. Definitely not your fingers orany other part of your body. You have heard ofcunnilingus? Or, as I gather you Americans call it,“going down, giving head?” I’m not sure of thegangster vernacular.’‘You’re…you’re kidding…right?’For the first time in my life, I was uncertain.’‘I don’t joke about matters of compensation,’Evelyn said and I thought I heard a teasing shade toher words.‘But…’‘This is what I want, Bob,’ she said easily,pushing her chair back. ‘You can refuse, of course, it isstill a free country or it was when I last looked.’I stared at her, totally lost for words.108

‘However,’ Evelyn said firmly, ‘if you refuseto provide compensation, I shall cancel our currentand future orders. The offer from Poland is worthexamining.’I couldn’t have that!My mind raced as I stared at her smilingeyes.What did it matter? Just sex and it will befun, she’s very attractive.‘Sure,’ I said easily with a smile, ‘let’s havedinner and then go back to my place. Or do you preferyour place?’‘Neither. I want it right here, Bob and I wantit now!’‘Now…’‘I’ve watched you for sometime, Bob and I’veheard the stories about the Italo-American Casanovawho is good at getting women into bed. I’ve also heardthat you enjoy kissing kitty!’I blinked at that and realised that myexpertise in bed was apparently discussed at thehighest levels. Women tell each other everything!Kissing Kitty!109

I enjoyed going down on women more thanI cared to admit. I mean, it really wasn’t manly, wasit?‘You’re…you’re joking, you’re just havingfun?’‘I expect to have quite a lot of fun in amoment, Bob,’ Evelyn said, pushing her chair backeven further and parting her legs.‘If you want to keep our contract, you will geton your knees and lick kitty. You know you want to doit,’ Evelyn added sexily, pulling her skirt up as shesaid it.I couldn’t help but look at her legs. She wasbare legged and I absently wondered if Evelyn hadremoved her hose before inviting me into her office.My mind lectured me, telling me I had achoice, I always had a choice but the thought ofwaving goodbye to my lifestyle once she cancelled thecontracts was too much.‘I could tell,’ I said stupidly, ‘say youharassed me, blackmailed me…’Evelyn laughed at that and dropped herreading glasses on the desk.110

‘And who would believe you? Would peoplereally believe that I had to blackmail Bob the Italianstud to lick my kitty? I could find many of your pastlovers who would say that you willingly kissed theirs!In fact, the word is that not only do you like kissingkitty, you’re better at that then actually fucking!’I blinked at that and felt my face grow hot.‘Yes, go scream blue bloody murder and we’llsee what happens. It’s a delicious thought and I wishyou luck. I also wish you luck in finding another job.’She dropped her hand down and slid herskirt a little further up her thighs and I looked downat her fair skin.We both knew that the moment I lookeddown, I had given in, that I would do it.‘Why don’t you come over here, Bob andkneel.’Her throaty voice was sexy but alsocontrolling as if Evelyn knew for certain that inmoments, I would be licking her between her thighs.She’s beautiful, I thought, my cock weaving alittle dance in my trousers until it was hard, I couldlick her a little and then fuck her! Fuck her righthere, on her huge desk!111

The idea appealed and I tried to smile.Evelyn delicately pulled her skirt even higherand her red polished fingernail played with the laceedging of her wispy panties. It was plain to see thatshe was a natural blonde.‘Stop dilly dallying, Bob, I want your mouthnow!’I stood up and began to loosen my tie.‘What are you doing?’ Evelyn demanded.‘Leave the tie, I want you in your suit. It’s terriblyexciting to have a man in coat and tie on his knees!Gets me rather squishy!’My hands froze and after a moment, allowedthem to fall beside me.Slowly, I walked over and slid to my kneesbefore her.Evelyn was very still, her breathing a littleloud as she watched me place my lips on the inside ofher knee. She sighed and trembled as I began to softlykiss that soft, sweet skin of her firm thigh.I looked directly at her spread crotch andsaw the small triangle of lace she laughingly calledunderwear was already soaking and through the sheerpanties, I could clearly see her labia pushed to one112

side by the material and the thin trail of trimmedblonde hair.‘Go on,’ she whispered, ‘you know you wantto.’I lost all thought of dignity at that point andwas consumed with the idea of tasting her, ofsubjecting myself to the will of this demandingwoman. No woman had treated me like this beforeand my rock hard cock demonstrated that it was newand exciting.She was right, I loved going down on womenand would stay there all day if I thought I wasn’texpected to fuck or driven to do so by the simple act oftasting the pussy.I couldn’t stall any longer and, leaningforward, ran the flat of my tongue across the doublegusset of her panties, sucking her juices through thedelicate lace, nipping at it with my teeth. It was lewdbut incredibly exciting!‘Oh,’ she shivered, ‘that’s delicious!’Evelyn quivered with excitement as I lickedagain and again. My mind clouded, lost in themoment and I groaned softly.113

I was not an expert – despite what Evelynsaid, not in my mind anyway. Perhaps I was comparedto other men but the truth was I did enjoy lickingwomen to get them aroused before I fucked them.I had to throw myself wholeheartedly intothis act to please this demanding woman. She wasforcing me to do it and, perhaps for that reason,, Iimmersed myself in the now, losing all track of time.Evelyn abruptly pushed me back and Ilooked up at her, lost and puzzled as she stood. Hermovement became clear when she quickly pulled herwet panties down, stepped out of them, and kicked thetiny panties aside irritably when they caught on theheel of her stiletto.Breathing loudly, Evelyn sat again andparted her thighs widely.Our eyes met and I almost waited for anorder but there was no need. Perhaps, she did silentlyorder me but I leaned forward as her fingers teasedher labia, parting them for me.I was stared at the pouty lips and looked up,searching for her clitoris.‘I don’t have all night, make me come!’114

My mouth fell of its own accord to heropened labia, my lip grazing on her expertly timedhair and slipped my tongue inside, lapping andwashing from side to side like a frenzied bat in a cave.The warmth – no, heat – inside her shockedme and Evelyn pulled my face firmly into her wetmound, holding my head as she made throatygrowling noises in her throat.Moisture leaked from my mouth and I couldfeel it rushing past my cheeks and, insanely, Iwondered if she was soiling my expensive shirt.Sucking and moving while trying to breath as sheclasped me tightly, was almost too much but Ipersevered.‘You love it,’ I heard Evelyn murmur with anote of wonder, ‘you really love it.’It was true, I did. I didn’t know whether itwas the debasement, the humiliation or the taste but Iwas rock hard, harder than I had ever been andquivered with a need to suck it all in!Evelyn sighed and I felt her muscles relax.‘Good boy,’ she cooed, her finger splaying inmy hair, ‘lick me.’115

She began to rub herself into my face,pushing against my nose and mouth.Her earthy flavour dominated my senses andI drank her moisture. Did she realise how wet shewas?I didn’t know, but inhaled and drank herjuices while I worshipped her pussy with my entirebeing.Her fingers became more insistent in myhair and, taking the hint, I moved up to her clitoris.‘Make me come, make me come!’It was easy to find and as I washed it withmy tongue, it stood proudly, glowing and pulsing.Evelyn came.I had never seen a woman so uninhibitedlyenjoy such an intense but short orgasm.What do I do know?I stayed on my knees, my cock hard andwondered if she would reciprocate, do me on thedesk?Slowly, Evelyn eased away from me andstood, looking down at me. I couldn’t raise my head tomeet her eyes.116

‘You surprise me, Bob,’ she said calmly,pulling her skirt down, ‘you’re an extraordinary pussylicker. Who would have thought that?’‘Evelyn,’ I murmured, gathering my courageand standing, ‘lets go to my place…’‘What for?’ Evelyn said coolly.Her eyes fell to the bulge in my trousers andshe smiled coldly as she realised what I had clumsilymeant.‘I’m afraid I don’t suck men,’ she said flatly.‘And I find the idea of sexual intercourse with you tobe repugnant.’‘Hey…’‘Hey nothing! You’ve done your part of thebargain, finalise the other matters and I’ll authorisethe orders tomorrow.’‘But, Evelyn,’ I said and I hated the whineytone my voice had suddenly adopted.‘Don’t whine,’ she snapped. ‘You got to kissmy kitty, Bob. A lot of men would have liked to dothat. Now go home and pull your dick madly whileyou remember what I tasted like!’I flushed as we both knew I would bemasturbating that night.117

‘Good night, Bob,’ Evelyn said. She pickedup her reading glasses, put them on, folded her armsand waited.Slowly, I walked out of her office and sheshut the door behind me.In the men’s washroom, I wiped my facewith paper towels and stared at my reflection.Did I really do that?My cock was hard and I hurried home to doexactly what she had sneeringly said I would.4.Tim was exultant and pounded me on theback.‘What did you do?’ Tim demanded, face splitby a broad grin.‘You saw the note, Tim, I gave hercompensation…’‘Yes, I know but I offered that to her as well.What else?’Yes, what else? Do I tell him I got down onmy knees in her office and sucked on her cunt untilshe came? Would he believe me?I didn’t think so and shrugged.118

‘I just explained the difficulties and how wewould treat her as a top client…’‘She is our top client! Congratulations, that’sbloody super!’5.A week later, my telephone rang.‘Hello?’‘Hello Bob.’I knew that cool voice immediately.‘Yes, Ms Wilson?’ I said stiffly. The image ofher pussy filled my mind and I shifted uncomfortablyin my chair.‘So formal, Bob,’ she teased, ‘how can you beso formal after you knelt down and kissed kitty. No,’she corrected herself, ‘it was more like youworshipped kitty, don’t you think?’‘Look,’ I hissed down the telephone, ‘don’tcall here!’‘Why wouldn’t I call, Bob?’ Evelyn saidinnocently, ‘my company is a client of yours and Iwould think you would like to keep our relationshipon a cordial basis.’She had me, and she knew it!119

‘What do you want?’ I said softly and shelaughed softly down the telephone.‘Why don’t you come to the office tomorrowevening at six and find out?’My face grew hot.‘Look, Evelyn…’‘Six, Bob. Don’t be late!’6.The building was deserted and the doormanpointed me to the only elevator that worked.The door to her office was open and Iknocked on it tentatively. Evelyn looked up, smiledand beckoned me in.‘Close the door, Bob, we don’t want to bedisturbed.’My heart sank at those words as it wasblatantly obvious what she wanted.No, I’m going to say no! She can’t force meto do anything!It sounded pathetic even to my own mind!‘Come around here, Bob,’ Evelyn said with ateasing smirk.120

Like a zombie, I walked around to the sideof her desk where she was seated in her chair.‘I’ve been thinking about this, Bob,’ she saidconversationally as I looked down at her. ‘There’s acushion over there, Bob, why don’t you get it.’Again, zombie like I walked over to the sofa,picked up the plump cushion and returned to stand infront of the smiling Evelyn.She was wearing a salmon pink blouse and apleated charcoal grey skirt, her legs again bare and Iwondered if she was wearing panties.Even though I tried to deny it, I knew Iwould find out in a moment.‘Put the cushion on the floor there, Bob, soyou can kneel on it.’She said it so reasonably, like she waslooking out for my well being but, at the same time itmade me harder!I dropped the cushion and slowly knelt.‘As I said, I’ve been thinking about you andyour special mouth, Bob, thinking about it a lot so I’mall squishy for you. I know you like me to be like that,’Evelyn said in an almost coy tone but I knew she wasteasing me.121

Slowly she parted her thighs and myintuition was confirmed – she wasn’t wearing panties.Who was controlling me? It was as if I lostmy mind as I stared at her lewdly displayed kitty withthe thin trail of trimmed fair hair and the plump labiagleaming pinkly at me.I could see she was wet, obviously so arousedbut then so was I! My hard cock pushed painfullyagainst my trousers as I stared at the shrine that Iwould soon worship.Seconds felt like minutes as I became a slaveto that beautiful cunt! I wanted to taste it, to inhale itand savour it until she cried out with orgasmicdelight!There was no way I could say no, no way Icould walk away – I was addicted and a slave to herpussy!‘Don’t tease me, Bob,’ Evelyn said in a huskyvoice that vibrated my very cock! ‘Come over here andwork that tongue of yours.’Leaning forward, I opened my mouth wideand closed it over her hot sex.‘Oh yes!’122

Evelyn’s hands fell behind my head,holding me there as I tickled inside her pussy with mytongue, bending upwards to caress the G-spot.The hands pulled me in closer and I felt likeI could crawl inside her cunt and send her to heaven.‘Oh yes, Bob…just there…please!’Her raw encouragement tantalised andteased me as I licked and suckled on her pussy. Mytongue explored, my nose nudged and all the whileEvelyn’s hands held my head close against her sexwhile she murmured sexy words of hotencouragement.‘Keep it there…my god, yes!’Her thighs closed over my ears, pressingagainst me and I felt like I was in the vice of Venus,clutched to her cunt as she tried to suck my face intoit, to absorb and control me forever!‘Go up! Find my clit! Do it!’Her words were muffled by her legs but Iheard her, her raw scent filling my nostrils and thethick juices coating my face.I raised my head slightly so I couldmanoeuvre my tongue – curled and pointed – towardsher pearl and tickled it – once, twice, thrice!123

‘Oh my fucking god! Bob!’Four times!‘Suck it, you prick! Oh my god!’Her clitoris was standing proudly andgleaming wetly as I nibbled and sucked on it while shesqueezed me harder and harder with her legs, pullingmy face tightly against her with her hands.Her fingernails were embedded in my neckas she rocked on my face, coming.‘I’m coming!’She held me tightly against her until she wasstill and calm.At last, she released me and I fell back on thecushion, ashamed and aroused.Evelyn smiled down at me, her handcaressed my cheek while she fumbled for tissues fromthe ornate box on her desk.Taking one, she wiped my face and I felt likea fool, and felt used while my cock throbbed.‘Thank you, Bob,’ Evelyn said kindly, ‘justthe thing for the busy female executive!’She laughed and I felt embarrassed and alittle angry.And incredibly hard.124

‘What about me?’ I asked petulantly.‘What about you?’ Evelyn asked, taking moretissues and patting her pussy.I stared at that wanton display and said, ‘Ineed to come; you came…’‘This is not quid quo pro, Bob. You do it tome and then you go home.’‘But…’‘Go home and wank,’ Evelyn said calmly andI blinked at her. ‘That’s what you did last time, didn’tyou?’I looked at her sadly and she sighed.‘I’m not going to return the favour, Bob, wedon’t have that kind of relationship. This is about youserving me; something you seem to terribly enjoy. Ifyou like,’ she said suddenly, ‘I’ll let you wank here.’‘What?’ I said, stunned.‘You can wank here and look at kitty whileyou do it. Take it or leave it,’ she said coldly. ‘that’s myfinal offer.’I should have stood up and stormed off! Ishould have cursed her and told her she was acontrolling, nasty, selfish, teasing bitch!I should have done all of that.125

But I didn’t.Instead…I wanked!Yes, I masturbated while she watched!I knelt in front of her, staring at that shrine,the pussy I had just licked, while Evelyn watched mewank with a bemused expression on her beautifulface.And when I came, I ejaculated into the tissueEvelyn had thoughtfully handed me and, red faced, Ihad stumbled to her bathroom to flush the evidencebefore fleeing into the night.As I drove home, I swore a thousand timesthat I would never see Evelyn Wilson again.Never.Never again.And, I almost believed myself.7.‘I’m really sorry to see you go, Bob,’ Timsaid and he even look sorry.I shrugged. ‘It’s a better offer, Tim and withan American company. Who knows, I might want togo home one day.’126

‘I understand.’ Tim rose and offered hishand. ‘Well, good luck. When do you start?’‘In a week. Thought I’d have a small break.’‘Good idea. Hate to bring up work but haveyou completed the handover of all clients to Sarah?’I nodded.‘Super. Good luck, Bob.’8.I was leaving quickly so I was spared thetrouble of farewell drinks and tedious speeches. It wasall hypocritical, anyway.My belongings were packed into a cardboardbox and I idly flipped through the Rolodex one lasttime.Magically, it fell open at Evelyn Wilson’scard.Spontaneously, I called her.It had been four weeks since my lasthumiliation and I gained the courage to say goodbye.It was late, I thought, she’s probably notthere.‘Hello?’‘Ah…hi…this is…’127

‘Bob,’ she finished warmly, her voice sweetdown the line and my cock, inexplicably grew hard. ‘Iwas just about to go home. It’s been a while.’‘Yes,’ I said as crisply as I could. ‘I’m ringingout of courtesy, just to let you know I’m leavingBond…’‘Yes,’ she said calmly, ‘I know. I’m sure you’llenjoy your position at Machetes Corp.’How did she know?‘Well…ok…I suppose I will…’‘What a pity I won’t be able to call on yourservices anymore,’ Evelyn said in a teasing voice andmy cock grew harder. ‘You are a very talentedexecutive – with your tongue! And I certainly lovedthe way your face screwed up when you masturbated.’My face grew hot!‘Look,’ I hissed down the line, ‘that was justone time…’‘So you don’t want to come over tonight?’‘Ah…no…this is courtesy call…’‘You said that almost as if you believe it.Don’t want to worship my kitty one more time? Thistime I just might let you kiss kitty while you wank. Ithink you’d like that!’128

Stunned, I grappled for words but couldfind none. How could this woman simply tie me inknots with a few sexy words? Why is my cock so damnhard?‘No…ah…I called to say…to say goodbye…’‘You don’t mean that.’‘Yyesss…I mean…mean it…’‘No,’ she said firmly down the line, ‘youdon’t. You can come to my apartment. Do you have apen?’It was a simple question but laden with somuch. Silence hung over my empty office and Iloosened my tie as my cock squirmed in my trousers.‘Look…’ I tried weakly but she was relentless.‘Do you have a pen?’‘Yes,’ I whispered at last.‘Good.’ I pictured her smiling. ‘Write thisaddress down.’My fingers shook as I wrote the address, mycock straining so hard against my trousers that I hadto shift in my seat to find a more comfortable position.‘See you in an hour.’She rang off and I stared at the telephone.129

9.It was a luxury apartment block – I expectedno less of Evelyn Wilson – and the doorman rang upto see if I was expected.As I rode up in the elevator, I told myself Iwas just saying goodbye, that I wasn’t going to findmyself on my knees again but my cock throbbed,calling me a liar.I rang the doorbell and the door openedalmost immediately.‘Bob,’ she said with a smile and I nervouslysmiled back. ‘Come in and pour us a drink.’Evelyn gestured at the small bar and she saton the sofa, legs crossed, calmly watching me. ‘Ginand tonic for me,’ she called, ‘and you can have a glassof water.’I blinked at her casual order but decided itdidn’t matter, I wanted to say goodbye and get out ofthere.Silently, I gave her the drink and she took itsmiling up at me.‘I’ve been thinking about you and yourtalented tongue,’ Evelyn said, smiling again as shecarefully placed the glass on the small table beside the130

sofa. Her skirt had ridden up and I could see her legswere bare.I licked my lips nervously and sipped thewater.‘You have a gift,’ Evelyn said, uncrossing herlegs and then, very casually, her eyes holding mine,she parted her thighs.No nylons, no panties!‘Get down on your knees, Bob.’Her voice was husky and I stared at herpussy with that slim trail of fair pubic hair and mycock convulsed in my trousers.I didn’t want to, I wanted to fight against itbut even as my mind fought its silent battle, I wasalready half down on my knees.As I moved closer, I smelled her – that thickaroma of female arousal - and it was like opium to me.My head moved closer and I heard a small giggle fromabove me but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.‘Do it,’ Evelyn murmured, her fingerstroking her plump, pink labia. ‘Do me now!’My tongue slid over her mound and I heardher moan slightly, her fingers stroking my hair as Ikissed.131

‘Ooooh, I’ve been looking forward to this!’I fell into her cunt – it sucked me in – and Ilavished silent attention with my tongue as she sighedabove me, her fingers tightening in my hair.Lovingly, I washed her mound with mytongue, tickling the labia and then snaking upwards tocurl around her clitoris.She didn’t try to stop me; in fact, Evelynpulled my face closer and moaned slightly as I suckedon her clit.‘Yesssssss!’Her orgasm was quick and sharp. I felt reliefthat it was over and also disappointed that I had toleave her pussy.‘Worth waiting for,’ Evelyn said, gentlypushing me back and closing her thighs.That’s it, I thought, it’s over, the last time.Evelyn stood up, allowing her skirt to fallback into place and walked into another room – Iassumed it was the bathroom.I didn’t know what to do and slowly climbedto my feet, my hard cock hurting in my trousers.Should I go, just leave?132

Wandering around the apartment, I tried todecided what to do. Evelyn was probably gettingchanged so we could be courteous and say goodbyeproperly.I didn’t want to face my addiction, for that’swhat it seemed to be, an addiction to pussy that I waspowerless to fight against.Self-disgust rose within me as I imaginedwhat I must look like on my knees and feverishlyservicing Evelyn’s cunt!I’m pathetic!‘Bob.’I turned, expecting to see her dressed or in arobe but my eyes widened with shock when I sawEvelyn was completely naked.She smiled at me, standing there in thedoorway and allowed me to absorb her magnificentbody. My cock was throbbing and I wanted her,wanted something.‘Bedroom is in here,’ she said, turning andwalking away.I followed that sublime naked bottom intothe bedroom and almost panicked at the thought ofmaking love to her, knowing I would explode the133

moment my cock moved anywhere close to hergarden of Eden.Evelyn smiled at me and moved the fatpillows around until they suited her and then lay backagainst them, still smiling.Hypnotised, I watched as she parted herthighs, pointed downwards and calmly said, ‘you caneat me, now.’There was no invitation to make love andcertainly no decision needed from me. Zombie like, Iwalked over and, lying down, fully clothed still, on thebed, I slid forward and thrust my face between herthighs.Time stood still as I lay there with nothought from Evelyn as to my well being. I countedtwo orgasms before I lost count and thought she musthave enjoyed at least three before she indulgentlypushed me away.‘Glorious,’ she said, ‘but I really need somesleep. Kneel on the floor.’My inner voice demanded to know what Iwas doing but I knelt, my face smeared with her juicesand my jaw aching.134

Evelyn spun around so her feet were on thefloor and her pussy filled my vision.‘You can wank now, Bob,’ she saidsoothingly, ‘just as I promised. Take it out.’My fingers obeyed her and disobeyed mystrident inner protest and soon my rigid, red cock waspulsing in my hand.‘Here,’ she said and, red faced, I took theoffered tissue from her hand.‘Lean in close so you can kiss kitty while youpull yourself, Bob,’ Evelyn said quietly and to mydying shame, I did exactly that until I spurted into thetissue.‘Flush that mess and shut the light on yourway out,’ she said, sliding under the bed covers.Ashamed at my weakness and humiliated, Istood in the elevator and wondered how I had allowedmyself to be controlled by that woman’s pussy.It’s just a pussy!I almost screamed it but the elevator came toa halt, the doors sliding opened with a musical chime.My jaw ached, my tongue was sore and myface felt like it had been rubbed raw by her pubic hair.135

The doorman shot me a questioning lookbut I ignored him, found my car and sped home.10.I buried the entire incident in my mind,enjoyed a short break and began my new job atMachetes Corp.After a week, my boss, Robert Jones, saidthat the Managing Director wanted to meet me.‘That’s great,’ I said, ‘when?’‘Call her secretary and make a time.’The only time to see Honey Patterson, theMD, was six that evening but it didn’t matter to me, Ihad nothing planned.My social life had certainly decreased sincemy incident with Evelyn Wilson. I just wasn’t inclinedto jump through all the dating hoops and somethingwas nagging me with the thought I wouldn’t get asmuch out of traditional sex as I did wanking forEvelyn.Each time that thought popped into mymind, I dismissed it as ridiculous!136

Honey was a tall dark haired woman andshe shook my hand firmly as she invited me into herlarge office.‘Welcome aboard, Bob. It’s great to have youhere at Machetes Corp.’‘Thanks. It’s great to be here…’‘Quite. Lets have a drink. White wine?’‘Sure.’She handed me a glass and sat down on theleather sofa.‘We won’t be disturbed so it will give us anopportunity to get to know each other.’We chatted for a few moments, enjoying thewine until Honey said, ‘I must go, I have a dinnerengagement.’Immediately, I stood. ‘I’ll go…’‘No need.’ She looked me up and down witha smile.‘Why don’t you come along and we cancontinue to get to know each other?’‘Dinner?’Dinner with the MD? Who would turn thatdown?137

‘It’s with a friend. I’m supposed to meet herat the restaurant in thirty minutes. Want to comealong?’I looked at her smiling face and her longlegs.‘Well…if you’re sure it’s ok…’11.I followed Honey into the restaurant andtowards a distant table. Diners glanced at us withnatural curiosity, a young man with an obviously olderwoman and I was smiling to myself until we arrived atthe table for, seated there calmly smiling, was EvelynWilson!‘I know you know Evelyn, Bob,’ Honey saidevenly as she sat down.‘Hello, Bob,’ Evelyn smiled up at me while Igaped stupidly, still standing.‘Evelyn and I are old friends,’ Honey said, ‘infact, she recommended you.’‘Sit down, Bob,’ Evelyn said quietly, ‘you’rebeginning to attract attention.’Stunned, I managed to sit down as thewaiter arrived with three menus.138

‘This is great, Evelyn,’ Honey said, ‘fantasticrestaurant.’‘It’s a favourite of mine,’ Evelyn replied as Itried to marshal my thoughts. ‘Honey and I workedtogether in New York,’ Evelyn explained to me with asly smile.I didn’t say anything then and not much forthe rest of the meal – I just wanted to escape! But Ialso had visions of Evelyn’s ripe pussy resonatingwithin my shattered mind.No, I told myself time after time, I willresist!I won’t do it!I won’t!‘Let’s go back to my place for a nightcap,’Evelyn said calmly, standing.I looked around for an escape.‘Great idea,’ Honey said, examining me withthose dark eyes. ‘Come along, Bob.’‘I…I shouldn’t…’ I stuttered.‘Oh don’t be a fuddy duddy, Bob,’ Evelynsaid, taking my arm and leading me through therestaurant. ‘You know you want to.’139

12.Mentally fighting every step of the way but,outwardly, docilely I allowed her to steer me into theback of the cab, sitting between the both women.Staring straight ahead, I tried to ignore thescent of their perfume and the pressure of their legsagainst my thighs. They said nothing, just smiling atme with a predatory glint in their eyes.Evelyn waved to the doorman as we walkedinto the elevator and I felt his curious eyes on me.‘Evelyn tells me you’re very talented, Bob,’Honey said, placing her handbag on the table.‘Look…I…’I was stuttering again – after all, this was myboss!‘You can tell me, Bob,’ she said smiling.‘Evelyn and I are old friends, we tell each othereverything!’Evelyn was pouring drinks and she smiled atme as I flushed furiously.‘He’s very talented and he loves it!’‘Now,’ Honey said with a smile, ‘that isunusual! I’ll have to try it out myself,’ she said evenly,watching me.140

‘Use the second bedroom,’ Evelyn saidcalmly, handing Honey a drink. ‘Take Bob in there.’What about me? Don’t I have a say in this?But I knew I didn’t.‘I think I will,’ Honey said with studiedcasualness. ‘Come on, Bob.’She walked away and I stared miserably atthat voluptuous bottom in the short black skirt. Mycock was hard and I wondered what the hell I wasgoing to do.She was my boss!‘Go on, Bob,’ Evelyn said quietly, ‘we bothknow you want to, that you can’t help yourself.’I blinked at the bedroom door where Honey,my boss was probably disrobing! My cock pulsed atthe thought and I really didn’t know what to do.Evelyn took my hand and tugged me towardsthe door.‘I’ll go with you,’ she teased, ‘so after her,you can go down on familiar territory!’My face burned as Evelyn opened the doorand gently pushed me in.My lips were dry and I licked them,preparing to tell Honey that this wasn’t possible, that141

I didn’t want to go down on her like some puppyslave!Honey wasn’t on the bed but was seatednaked on the dressing table chair, with one leg overeach arm.She smiled coldly at me, a cruel predatorylook in her eyes as her hands dropped from teasingher nipples to her pussy, to casually pry open herlabia.Her pussy was completely bald and I staredat that wet, pink gash and my knees went weak. Shehad opened herself so much, I could clearly see herinner labia and the soft wet pinkness of heaven.‘On your knees,’ she said thickly and myknees buckled and I sank down.‘Get over here, little boy!’My cock pulsed and I felt humiliated but Idid crawl across the floor, hearing Evelyn’s softgiggles behind me.Like a magnet, I crawled close to that baldpussy until it was the only thing I saw. It truly wasbeautiful.She read my mind.142

‘It’s beautiful, isn’t it?’ Honey whisperedthroatily.Dumbly, I nodded.‘Then lick it!’Honey kept both hands there, holdingherself apart as my tongue made its first tentativesteps forward.Using the flat of my tongue, I washed overher bald mound so I could sample her. She had adifferent taste from Evelyn – muskier and a hint ofsomething I could not place.‘Hold me open,’ she murmured and myfingers shook as I gently prised her labia back so mytongue could wash up and down her wet pink flesh.Her hands returned to her breasts and,looking up at the mountains that hung over me, I sawher tugging on her nipples, rolling them betweenforefinger and tongue – all the time sighing softly.That sight went straight to my cock and Iwondered if Honey might do what Evelyn said shewouldn’t, that she might suck me.My tongue slipped inside and did a littledance and I glanced upwards again. She was still143

playing urgently with her breasts and I saw smallstretch marks on her stomach.She’s had children.I looked up and the nipples confirmed it –she’s definitely had children!Strangely, that thought pushed me on, mademe more aroused and I sucked and licked with greatfervour.Honey moaned above me and her fingerslooped in my hair as she tugged me closer.I couldn’t escape and, surprised, I felt hercontract and push at the same time, rolling with herorgasm as my lips suckled on her shy clitoris.‘Jesus Christ!’ Honey breathed and Irecognised the broad tones of Brooklyn returning inher hoarse voice. ‘Jesus, that was wonderful!’‘I told you,’ I heard Evelyn’s voice and Iturned slightly to see her seated on the side of the bed.My eyes widened when I saw she was naked and mycock throbbed painfully in my trousers.‘My turn.’Evelyn’s simple words rocked me and Istared as she parted her thighs.Familiar territory indeed!144

‘Come here, Bob,’ she murmured whileHoney unsteadily stood and walked to the bathroom.‘I won’t take long, watching you service Honey haskicked me up a notch or two.’Evelyn grabbed a handful of my hair as soonas I crawled close and she painfully tugged it so I waspulled close to her wet cunt.‘There,’ she breathed, pink fingernailpointing at her clitoris. The nub was standing proudly,glistening pinkly and I wondered if Evelyn had beenstroking herself as she had watched me with Honey.‘Yes, don’t stop!’My tongue ached and felt thick but Imanaged to work her clit while my jaw cried for relief.Thankfully, she didn’t take long and rockedand rolled on the bed, thighs firmly clamped aroundmy face as she came.After a moment, I disentangled myself andsat back on my heels.Honey had returned sometime when Evelynwas in orgasmic heaven and I felt humiliated andashamed as the naked women looked at me.‘You’re a genius,’ Honey said, sitting next toEvelyn who slipped her arm through hers.145

I tried to tear my eyes away from the twosets of bobbing breasts but failed.‘What about me?’ I said sullenly.‘What about you, Bob?’ Evelyn said sharply.‘I told you I don’t reciprocate. We don’t have that sortof relationship.’I sulkily looked at the floor. ‘Ithought…thought Honey…’Honey laughed at that. ‘Me? Afraid not,darling, I’m married! And it wouldn’t be proper totouch your cock. You are an employee, after all.’My face felt red hot at their casual rejection.I was good only for one thing!‘I thought you said he was happy to wank,’Honey said conversationally to Evelyn.‘He is, it’s just male bravado; feels he has toput up a fight when we all know he loves to wank afterworship.’Honey burst into high pitched laughter.‘Worship? Shit, Evelyn, you make it soundlike a religious experience!’‘Well, I reached heaven, sweetie, what aboutyou?’146

They laughed again for a moment while Iremained kneeling, my cock hard.‘I’m getting dressed,’ Honey said.She went to the bathroom as Evelyn slippeda nightgown on, watching me as I remained where Iwas.‘You did very well, Bob,’ Evelyn said quietly,‘it was very enjoyable. I think Honey was pleased.’Honey returned after a few minutes andstood over me.‘Here,’ Honey said and I looked up to findher dangling a pair of pink satin panties. ‘these aremine. You can wank into them.’My hand shook as I took the silky garmentand I heard Evelyn say, ‘he likes that idea; his eyespositively glowed!’‘Come on,’ Honey said a little impatiently, ‘Iwant to see before I go.’My fingers moved of their own accord andunzipped my trousers. It felt great as I eased my rigidcock out and enclosed my fist around it.I couldn’t look at them but happily beganpumping on my needy cock.147

They didn’t say anything but I knew theywere both watching with avid interest until Iejaculated into the pink panties.‘Wash those, Bob,’ Honey said, reachingdown to pat my cheek. ‘And wear them to work. I likethe idea of knowing that one of my executives iswearing my panties!’Honey smiled down at my burning face andEvelyn giggled.‘He’s going to wear your knickers? Howdelicious!’‘That’s right, they’re called knickers overhere,’ Honey said. ‘Bob, you and I should talk like thenatives, shouldn’t we? Wear my knickers. I’ll inspectyou tomorrow!’I couldn’t believe it but couldn’t find anywords as Honey pecked Evelyn’s cheek.‘Bye sweetie, call me.’‘Will do.’I heard the apartment door slam and Evelynwalked to the living room.‘Goodnight Bob,’ she said evenly. ‘Ask thedoorman to ring you a taxi.’148

And with my bosses soaked panties in mycoat pocket, I did just that.13.I didn’t sleep that well – tossing and turning– jerking awake soaked in sweat and reliving thehumiliation of the night. Both women had callouslyused me and then humiliated me.Or did I humiliate myself?I didn’t have to wank into her panties!Stumbling to the bathroom in the night topiss, the panties drying on the shower rail bothhaunted and taunted me.Would I wear them to work?Would I do it?Couldn’t I just not do it?I tried to tell myself I wouldn’t, that it wouldjust invite more humiliation!Besides, I wasn’t sure they’d fit!14.But they did fit!Driving to work with Honey’s pink pantiesunder my dark suit, I felt sexily submissive.149

Why didn’t I just ignore her strangerequest?Robert greeted me as we walked down thecorridor to the conference room.‘Did you get on with Honey?’‘Ah…yes…sure.’‘You’re both American, so I suppose youhave a lot in common.’‘Yeah, I suppose we do.’The panties felt weird, clingy and silky,sliding around my cock and balls. I was a fool to wearthem!I grunted hello to the group around the tableand started with the overheads, powering through as Iknew the fools would just zone out and wait for thesummary.Until she walked in!Honey Patterson stood there in a dark blueskirt, hose, silky white blouse and her hair up, glassesperched on her nose and a sly smile.Fucking gorgeous!And I was wearing her panties under mysuit!150

The group around the conference tablesuddenly looked interested‘Carry on, guys,’ Honey said with a wave ofher hand and sat at the end of the table.I focussed on my presentation and rambledon while I tried to keep my eyes from her crossed legs.Somehow, I managed to finish and avoidedher watchful eyes.After handing out the summary, I packed upmy gear while the brown nosers crowded aroundHoney. It was, after all, not every day the ManagingDirector dropped in unannounced to a marketingmeeting.‘That was a good presentation, Bob,’ she saidand you could have heard a pin drop while everybodyshot daggers at me.‘Thank you, Ms Patterson,’ I said.‘I have a few questions. Can you drop intomy office for a minute?’More daggers from the audience.‘Of course,’ I managed to say.We walked together to her office, herperfume enticing me and she smiled knowingly at me.151

As we walked past her secretary, Honeysaid breezily, ‘just five minutes, Britney.’Five minutes!That meant I wouldn’t have to service her.Was I relieved or disappointed?She shut the door and turned to me.‘Show me,’ she said simply.We both knew what she meant and I placedmy papers on the small table with shaking handsbefore unbuckling my belt.The trousers fell to the floor and I stoodthere in my long sleeve striped shirt and tie in herpink panties with my trousers around my ankles.‘Nice,’ she said, eyes resting on my crotch.‘You’re hard,’ she said in a matter of fact voice.’I flushed furiously.‘Pull them back up, Bob,’ Honey said, sittingbehind her desk as I did.‘You like it, don’t you?’‘Ah…what…’‘You like women who take charge,’ she saidpatiently, like I was an idiot or something.‘Well…Honey…I don’t know…’152

‘It seems your dick knows. And it’s MsPatterson to you. Just because you’ve licked my cuntdoesn’t mean you can get familiar!’She laughed at the shocked look on my faceand opened her contact book, pen ready.‘What’s the number of your cell…sorry, gotto talk like a native – mobile phone?’I gave her the number and she wrote itcarefully in her personal contact book.‘I’ve written it under PL,’ she said casually,dropping the book into her handbag. ‘Pussy Licker,’Honey explained calmly, clicking her pen and Iblinked at her, face hot. ‘I’ll call you when I need you.Meanwhile, around here, you say nothing! Don’t crossme Bob, I can be a real ball breaker!’The secretary smiled brightly at me as Istumbled past her, shocked and confused but my cockwas hard in Honey’s tiny silky panties.15.This is getting out of hand!That one thought kept going repeating in myhead as I watched television that night.153

I had jerked off as soon as I had got home,jerked off into those stupid panties so I had to washthem again.I’m an idiot!I didn’t know what to do and I was confused.The way those women treated me was despicable but Igot hard and jerked off while thinking about it.I’m really am an idiot!A woman came on to me at a customermeeting today but I didn’t even get her number. I justdon’t know how I’d go dating anymore, the thought ofconventional sex left me cold.Snap out of it!My cell phone rang and I snatched it up,thinking it was Honey.‘Hello?’ I croaked.‘Hello, Bob, this is Evelyn. I got your numberfrom Honey.’‘Ev…Evelyn?’‘Yes. I need your tongue, Bob. Get over here.Honey said it was ok.’Honey said it was ok? What the fuck wasgoing on?154

But all I managed to say was a weak, ‘it’snearly midnight…’‘I know what the time is, Bob,’ Evelyn saidevenly. ‘Get over here or do I call Honey and tell herthat you disobeyed her?’My cock was rock hard at that.‘No,’ I whispered, ‘you don’t have to tell her.’16.She came twice with a small rest in betweenwhere I made her a drink and then resumed my placebetween her naked thighs.‘I’m disappointed you didn’t wear thepanties,’ Evelyn pouted, as I stood in front of her withmy trousers down. ‘Why didn’t you?’‘Ah…they…were wet…’‘You washed them or you wanked in themagain?’ She studied my flushing face and laughed.‘Both,’ she said delightedly, ‘you did both! We willreally have to get you some more panties. I’ll arrangeit for you.’What? What was going on here?My cock, however seemed to know and wasrock hard.155

‘Why don’t you wank for me and then gohome.’Evelyn stretched out on the bed and I staredat her naked body.‘Take some tissues from the box, kneel downthere and wank.’She watched me, a knowing smile on herface as I ripped tissues from the box on her bedsidetable. Slowly, I knelt and she parted her thighs.‘Take a look at pussy while you wank. I’d letyou kiss her but she’s a bit tender.’17.Another sleepless night.I tossed and turned once I trudged back tomy apartment., cursing the fact that Evelyn didn’teven let me sleep over.I’m just a human vibrator!That’s all I fucking am!A human vibrator!But, I knew, deep down, I liked being usedand humiliated by them.Intuitively, Evelyn, and now, Honey knew it,and took advantage of it.156

18.The package was delivered to my office atlunchtime the next day. I signed for it and looked at itlike it was a ticking bomb.‘What’s that?’ Elise, my assistant asked. Shewas always curious and peered over my shoulder atthe parcel. ‘Who’s Evelyn Wilson?’‘A friend,’ I said airily.Elise looked at me, shrugged and left theoffice. Silently closing the office door, I opened theparcel and gasped when pairs of silky sheer pantiesfell onto the desk. Hurriedly, I scooped them up andput them in my desk drawer.Slowly, I sat down and examined them.There were five pairs, all pink and sheerwith a lace trim around the waist and legs.I knew my cock would be completely visiblethrough the sheer material. The colour, sheerness andlace trimming, I knew, had been chosen by Evelyn tomake them as humiliating as possible.My cock was rock hard and I held up a pairand held them against me. They would fit; Evelyn hadchosen well.157

Quickly, I took the five pairs and stuffedthem into my briefcase in case Elise saw them.For the rest of the day, I kept thinking aboutthe panties in the briefcase, wondering how this entiresorry episode had escalated to this!No way was I going to wear them, no way!My mobile rang just before six just as I wasleaving my office.Warily I answered it and Honey’s voice wasclear and sharp.‘Excelsior Hotel lounge bar at seven. Wearthe panties Evelyn sent you.’She hung up without a further word.19.The lounge bar was crowded and I lookedaround until I saw Honey seated at a table withanother woman. The two women could not be moredissimilar. Honey was dark and tall while the otherwoman was so blonde her hair was almost white andwas shorter.Tentatively, I approached the table andHoney looked up with a smile.158

‘Sit down, Bob,’ she said and I did so,feeling the eyes of the other woman looking me upand down. She didn’t say anything or even smile so Ifelt a little awkward.‘How are you, Bob?’ Honey asked but I couldtell she didn’t really care.‘Fine, Ms Patterson,’ I said warily.I was about to signal the waiter when Honeysaid firmly, ‘you won’t have time for a drink.’My hand froze and I rested it on the table.‘Do we have a deal, Karla?’ Honey said andthe other woman, Karla, nodded slowly.They clicked glasses and Karla was nowexamining me openly.‘Now,’ Honey said with a tilt of her headtowards me, ‘this is Bob.’I was about to say hello when Honey cut meoff.‘Bob has a magical tongue and will reallylove going down on you.’I could believe what I was hearing! My faceburned and I opened my mouth to protest but nothingcame out.159

‘He needs to be told what to do – don’tworry, he loves it – but you will find he’s great withhis mouth! Just relax and use him. You don’t have todo anything but if you’re feeling compassionate, youcan tell him to masturbate while you watch. He lovesjerking off in front of women! If you don’t want towatch, just send him home.’My face was now red hot! Karla was smilingslightly as she looked me up and down and I felt Icould die!‘If you’re really kind, you can let me look atyour pussy while he jerks off! As I said,’ Honey saidcalmly, ‘it’s up to you; what he wants doesn’t count!’Honey suddenly turned to me, her eyes coldand glittering.‘Are you wearing Evelyn’s gift?’Feeling totally humiliated and confused –also very, very horny – I could only nod.‘Good,’ Honey said briskly. ‘He’s wearingsome new panties so you might like him to show you.He’s proud of them.’Karla giggled and I lowered my eyes.‘What’s your room number, Karla?’160

‘It is 308,’ Karla answered in a strongGermanic accent.‘You go up and I’ll send him up in tenminutes.’Karla nodded, stood up and smiled atHoney.‘You have an unusual way of doing business.It is good.’‘Thanks, Karla, I’m glad you’re pleased.’Karla gave me a lingering smile and walkedaway.I turned to Honey, ready to demand anexplanation, ready to walk out but all that faded whenshe calmly held my eyes.‘Spare me any hysterics, Bob,’ Honey saidcalmly, ‘we both know you like me taking control.’‘That’s not the point!’ I said hotly.Did I just admit I liked her taking control?‘Let me save you the effort of thinking, Bob,’Honey said, sliding a flat envelope over the table.‘Take a look.’The first photograph rocked me. It was aclose up of me, licking Evelyn’s pussy. It knewimmediately it was hers and the expression on my face161

shocked me. My eyes were closed and I was in pureheaven.The second photograph showed me on myknees and masturbating with a blissful expression onmy face.‘There are more, Bob, and I can circulatethem very easily. No one would take you seriouslyanymore. It would destroy any career you’re thinkingof building – both here and in the states!’Wordlessly, I closed the envelope andpushed it back to her. Honey slipped hem back intoher bag.‘In case you’re wondering, Evelyn and I goway back,’ Honey smiled, ‘and when she told meabout that first time, I saw advantages for all of us.’‘How do I get an advantage out of this?’ Isulkily demanded.Honey laughed.‘Why, Bob, you get all the pussy you can eat!Plus you get to wear silky panties and, moreimportantly,’ she said, leaning forward, hand on myarm, ‘you get to do exactly what I want!’Stunned, I stared at her cold eyes and Honeypatted my arm.162

‘Now, run along Bob, room 308 and put ona killer performance, baby! My career depends on itand so does yours!’20.Nervously, I tapped on the door to room 308and waited.What could I say to her?Karla opened the door dressed in a bluehotel robe and I imagined she must have undressed ina hurry. She was barefoot and turned away, signallingme to enter.‘Close the door.’I did and put the door chain on for goodmeasure.‘You are wearing panties?’The thick accent made the situation seemeven more absurd.‘Yes,’ I croaked, face red.‘I wish to see if this is true.’I took that as an instruction and began tounbuckle my belt but she stopped me.163

‘Nein! Everything, take everything offexcept panties.’Burning with shame and humiliation, Iundressed until I stood before this strange woman,dressed only in the sheer pink panties with the lacetrim.My hard cock pulsed against the silkymaterial and it was clearly visible through the sheerpanties.‘I see,’ Karla said with the hint of a smile. ‘Itseems you do like this very much.’She sat on the sofa and beckoned me tocome closer. Nervously, I stood in front of her as shecasually examined the panties and my visible cock.‘You should remove all hair; it would lookprettier trapped in the panties.’ Karla looked up at myred face. ‘I will suggest it to your owner.’Owner!I wanted to deny it, to say that Honey was nosuch thing, that she was this crazy woman who wasblackmailing me but I didn’t.Karla undid the cloth belt that held her robeshut and I stared down at her lush body and the thick164

pubic hair. It appeared she was not a natural blondeand her bush was thick and dark.‘I like you on floor.’It was a simple request and I wanted to getclose to her pussy – I needed to. It was hypnotic withit’s sensuality.Kneeling, I leaned close to smell her and Ifelt her eyes on me as I did, feeling the raw animalheat emanating from her cunt.Her pubic hair was a thick forest – a jungle –and I flew over the top of it, my chin and nose a smallaeroplane and my tongue the landing gear.My tongue ploughed through that bush,scooping up the muggy wetness and I was gone, lost inher odour and her wetness while my cock pushedagainst the silky panties I wore.Suddenly, Karla simply closed her thighs,imprisoning my face against her wet pussy, the thickpubic hair tickling my face. I opened my mouth andfastened over her opening as her hand idly toyed withmy hair. She seemed so sure, so relaxed and, perhaps,was toying with me.165

Her taste filled my mouth as I was heldthere by her thighs, forced to suckle on her juices andtickle her labia with my tongue.A biting acrid taste teased my mouth andwas quickly erased by a rush of musky sweet juices.Swallowing, I wondered when Karla wouldlet me up, let me worship. I wanted to, would plead todo so as some primal urge seized me and I allowed alldignity and posturing to vanish.I was on my knees, dressed in panties anddesperate to service this cunt, to taste it and fall into ituntil I could only experience it and only it, in all it’searthy pleasure.Her hands pulled me in and I found itdifficult to breathe but I didn’t care, I had surrendereda long time ago.And then Karla released me, her thighsfalling apart and her hand leaving my hair. I sucked inair laden with her moisture and stared down at thematted hair.‘Slowly,’ she said in a throaty voice.Karla was already deeply aroused andobviously wanted to enjoy every minute, to prolongher pleasure and my humiliation.166

I did what she wanted and slowly licked herlabia, tickling and tasting until I was rewarded with asoft sigh from above me.As I moved to one side, I saw she wascupping her large breasts and her fingers scissoringher nipples.‘Not lick,’ she said, losing some of herEnglish in her passion as my tongue tickled her labia,‘suck them.’My ear rubbed against her pubis as I turnedmy head to slip her plump outer lip into my mouth,sucking on it and tugging.Another sigh – no – a moan!‘Continue.’It was a simple command and I teased andtugged each lip while she writhed a little on the sofa.The room was heavy with her secret perfume and I feltsweaty and animalistic – primitive even.‘Up and down.’So Germanic, I thought, she wants to directme every step of the way. I only follow orders!Using the width of my tongue, I washedalong the length of her pussy and then upwards beforetravelling down again.167

‘Yes.’And so I adopted a rhythm, a beat to my taskand moved up and down and repeated the cycle whileshe trembled on the sofa.Karla was, I think, incapable of speaking or,perhaps, incapable of remembering English as sheused her hands to spread herself, to offer me herglistening pearl. It was strikingly large, the largest Ihad ever seen and I curled my tongue around it.Perversely, I teased her, circling it andkissing near that pink nub and Karla, obviously hadenough as she slapped the side of my head so firmly,my ears rang.I got the message and immediately fastenedmy lips around her clitoris, sucking and lickingsimultaneously as she rode my face to a shatteringorgasm.At last, Karla released me and I fought theurge to dive back in, to lap at her pussy some morebut her firm hand pushed me away.I looked up and she was looking down at mewith a bemused expression.Slowly, she rearranged her robe and herheaven’s gate vanished from my hungry eyes.168

‘That was good.’ Karla said it crisply andher German accent made the words seem cold.Her eyes fell to my panties and I also lookeddown to see my hard cock pushed against the sheerpink material, a small wet spot at the head of mypulsing cock.‘Do you wish to pull yourself?’What a humiliating question!What shame filled my heart when Iwhispered, ‘yes.’‘You will follow me.’She got up from the sofa, holding the robeclosed and walked to the bathroom.I followed her, the panties teasing my hardcock with each step. In the bathroom, Karla put acigarette in her mouth and lit it with a small goldlighter.‘Stand in bath.’I followed her instructions as Karla casuallyblew grey smoke, watching me as I stood in thebathroom.‘Kneel.’My knees felt the cold porcelain as I knelt inthe white bath, Karl watching me, one hand cupping169

the elbow of the arm holding the cigarette. Her eyeswere cold and emotionless as if she was watching ananimal do its business.‘Pull panties down; otherwise you makemess.’By this time, my face was burning hot andmy cock teetered on the edge of orgasm as I lifted upto allow my trembling hands to pull the panties down.My freed cock was red and angry as if it wasfurious about being denied the luxury of fucking hercunt.‘Pull.’She was so calm, so methodical, so Germanicand I wrapped my hand around my cock and quicklyjerked it while Karla watched and smoked.‘Aooooh…’I came with a rush, my come splatteringagainst the porcelain.Karla was smiling slightly when I finallylooked up, my face alive with humiliation and shame.‘Get out of bath. Turn faucet on to washmess away. Then you get dressed.’170

I did as she said and Karla was seated onthe sofa, sipping wine and watching television when Ireturned, dressed.‘Well…’ I said hesitantly, ‘I’ll…I’ll go…now…’Karla waved without taking her eyes fromthe television screen and I let myself out.21.What am I doing?I asked myself that question a thousandtimes.Why am I going along with her diabolicaland cruel humiliation of me?Sure, there was the threat of thephotographs but I could always go back to the statesto escape Honey Patterson. I thought Evelyn Wilsonhad been bad enough, but Honey was a monstercompared to her!But memories of the humiliation I suffered,of standing naked in the bath and masturbating forKarla made my cock hard!I wore another pair of the panties to theoffice the next day. Nobody told me to, I just thoughtit was expected of me.171

When I thought about it all, I realised that Iwas in a trap of my own making. Honestly, Iwondered if I escaped Honey’s blackmail, would Imiss the opportunity to lose myself in fragrant femalecrotches?Even I refused to answer that.22.I didn’t see Honey in the office that morning,even though I looked for her but she called me just asI was leaving for lunch.‘Hello, Bob,’ she greeted me cheerily downthe line. ‘Wearing something soft and silky today?’‘Ah, yes,’ I croaked, face red. Elise looked atme from her desk outside my office door and I turnedaway.‘Good. I look forward to seeing them,’ shesaid briskly and my cock grew hard. ‘Karla wasimpressed.’I think my face grew redder.‘But she suggested that you get rid of thatforest down there, if you catch my drift.’‘Look,’ I spluttered, ‘this is going too far…’172

‘Stop whining, Bob,’ Honey said calmly, ‘it’sannoying. I’m having dinner tonight with my husbandat Benitos. Do you know where that is?’‘Yes,’ I said warily, ‘it’s in the Hotel Ritz…’‘Be there in the lobby of the hotel at seven.And mow the lawn, Bob!’‘I…I don’t think I’ll be…‘Be there, Bob, if you know what’s good foryou. I can be quite a bitch, but I suppose you’vealready found that out!’ Honey laughed and hung up.23.Over and over again, I told myself that I wasinsane to go along with all of this stuff! What’s worse,I began to wonder if Honey Patterson was also nuts!Even when I was sitting in my bathroom,trimming my pubic hair, I wondered what was goingon. I stopped and looked down at the trimmed pubichair.I’m doing it without a fight!As I shaved my pubic hair off, my cock washard and I wondered what Honey had in mind for metonight!And why was her husband involved?173

That was weird and, perhaps a littlefrightening.Dressed in a more casual suit and without atie – of course, the panties were under my suit andclinging silkily to my newly bald cock and balls – Ihovered in the lobby of the Ritz Hotel.I was looking in the window of the gift storewhen I heard, ‘Bob? Is that you?’Turning around, I saw Honey Patterson onthe arm of an distinguished older man with grey hair.Forcing a smile, I answered, ‘hi MsPatterson.’‘Darling,’ Honey said to the man who wasobviously her husband, ‘this is Bob Vincentii. He’s oneof our up and coming marketing executives. Bob, thisis Frank, my husband.’‘Hi there, Bob,’ Frank said, shaking myhand, ‘his keen eyes meaning me. ‘You work for thistaskmaster?’ He jerked a thumb at his wife andgrinned broadly.‘Ah, yes, I sure do,’ I stumbled.‘You want to join us for a drink, Bob?’ Frankasked. ‘We Americans have to stick together.’174

I glanced at Honey who gave animperceptible shake of her head.‘Ah…no thanks, Frank, I’m meetingsomeone.’Frank clapped me on the shoulder and Iwondered what he would do if he knew I had lickedhis wife’s cunt until she orgasmed? That she wasblackmailing me into humiliating tasks?He looked like a nice guy; I doubted that hewould believe it.‘Sure, Bob,’ Frank said, ‘I understand. Shallwe go in, Honey?’‘You go ahead, darling,’ Honey said with asmile, ‘I just want to check something abouttomorrow’s meetings now I’ve bumped into Bob.’Frank laughed and shook his head. ‘See whatI mean? Hard taskmaster! See you, Bob.’‘You too, Frank.’We watched him walk away and Honeyturned swiftly to me. ‘You get a repeat performance.’‘What?’ I asked stupidly.‘Karla! She decided to stay over anothernight, changed her hotel and her flight. She goestomorrow morning and she wants you for the night.’175

‘Look, this is fucking nuts!’Honey studied me carefully.‘I would have thought that you would havewanted the chance to get down on your knees again,Bob,’ she said quietly and I flinched. ‘Have you beenjerking off?’ Honey suddenly demanded.‘Wha…’ I spluttered.‘I bet you have, Can’t keep your hands off it,huh? I’ll have to think of something.’‘But…’‘Only jerk off for the women, Bob! Look, Ihave to go. Karla is in the Masterson suite, top floor. ‘‘Hone…Ms Patterson, I don’t want to dothis…’‘Yes, you do!’ Honey said calmly. ‘Don’tbullshit me, Bob, you love it.’‘But…’‘I’m not asking you,’ she suddenly hissed,‘I’m fucking telling you! Now get your sorry arseupstairs!’Honey took a step back and smiled. ‘See youtomorrow, Bob, have a nice evening.’I watched her walk across the floor towardsthe restaurant and then slowly walked to the elevator.176

24.Karla looked me up and down when sheopened the door. There was no smile, nothing.‘Enter.’She walked away, leaving me to follow againand I sheepishly closed the door behind me.Karla was wearing a flared dark blue skirt,cream blouse, hosiery and shoes. The necklace andmatching bracelet and ear-rings were worth a smallfortune and I suddenly realised that Karla was loaded.I didn’t know what her connection to Honeyand, frankly, didn’t want to know.Karla sat on the sofa, crossing her legs whileshe openly looked me up and down.I really didn’t know what to do, what I wasdoing there and I suddenly had the urge to turn andrun.Except my cock was getting harder at thecalm and almost predatory way she looked at me.‘Remove clothes.’I guessed then that she was aroused as I hadseen how her English had deteriorated when she was177

in an excited state. Perhaps she had been thinkingabout last night all day. I know I had.Slowly, I removed my jacket and shirt, feeingher appraising eyes on my bare chest. Then my shoes,socks and trousers until I was standing there, feelingfoolish in the sheer pink panties.‘You leave the panties on,’ Karla said with athin smile, a smile that didn’t really seem to hold anyjoy, it was purely reflex, like it was expected.‘Put the clothes in there.’I followed her finger to a small cupboard anddutifully hung my clothes inside it and shut the door.‘Come stand here.’I stood in front of her, my hard cockstraining against the sheer pink material of thepanties, feeling like a fool.She smiled when she looked directly at mycock and said, ‘you shaved as I requested.’I nodded, face red.‘It is good,’ Karla said, rummaging in thehandbag beside her. ‘Turn around,’ she said calmly,showing me a pair of silver handcuffs.My stomach turned over.‘Karla, there is no need…’178

‘It is Miss Karla,’ she said evenly, ‘and Iwish it. Turn around!’Slowly, I turned around and put my handsbehind my back without her even asking.What was I doing?My mind raced with weird possibilities!She could hurt me! She could even kill me!Only Honey knows I’m here and she’s not going tovolunteer anything to anybody!The cold feeling of the metal around mywrists frightened me and I felt the panic rise withinme.‘I will not do anything to you,’ Karla saidcalmly as she locked the cuff around my left wrist,‘that you do not wish done!’Strangely, I felt better and relaxed slightly asKarla locked the cuff around my right wrist.‘Kneel before me.’Karla watched me as I knelt, my handscuffed behind me and feeling vulnerable and helpless.And horny as hell!Karla uncrossed her legs and picked up hertelephone. ‘You like panties?’I nodded dumbly.179

‘So I see,’ she said with a glimmer of asmile, looking down at my hard cock.Calmly, she took the hem of her skirt andpulled it up to her waist and my cock surged at thesight she revealed!White suspender belt holding tan nylons andtiny white panties cupping her sex met my hungryeyes. The panties looked like they were a size toosmall and some curls of hair had escaped from thepanties and poked out of the lace lined leg hole.‘You will kiss them – not under them!Understand?’I nodded again.‘I want it slow and nice. I must maketelephone calls. Begin!’I could smell her! That thick sweet muskysmell of an aroused woman and I hungrily leanedforward, my tongue tracing the outline of theembroidery on the satin front of the panties.Above me, I heard Karla speaking in Germanon the telephone.Suddenly, she dropped the hem of her skirtover my head and I was suddenly enclosed indarkness!180

Light began to peek under as I worked,kissing and tonguing her panties.She was wet, really wet and getting wetter bythe minute!Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door and Ifroze. Karla tapped my head through the skirt and Iguessed that meant I should continue so I went backto licking her panties.My heart was pounding as I heard the dooropen and knew that my bottom half, including mypanties and handcuffed arms were visible to anyonecoming into the room.It would appear pretty obvious to them whatI was doing under the skirt.‘Put it there, please,’ Karla said and Istiffened as I heard her use English and thensomething rattled.Karla went back to speaking German, thedoor closed and I lost myself in the humiliating act oflicking her panties, not knowing if anyone waswatching!I wanted to get under that flimsy garment,wanted to push my tongue into the wetness that Iknew was hiding beneath those tiny panties. It was181

maddeningly frustrating but I kept on until I heardher disconnect the call.Karla pulled her skirt up and I blinked in thebright light, tasting her on mu tongue.‘Stop. Stand up.’My hard cock was leaking fluid, producing asmall wet patch on those sheer panties and Karlasmiled. As I flushed under her knowing eyes, I saw aroom service trolley with food on it in the corner. Ithadn’t been there when I first arrived so I had heardsomeone enter! My face burned with shame, knowingthat someone had seen me worshiping her.She stood up, smoothed her skirt down,walked to the trolley and lifted one of the silver coverson the plates.Karla put some cheese on a cracker and thennibbled it, her eyes looking me over as she did.When she finished it, she said, ‘it makes youharder that someone saw you?’I blushed and looked down at the ground,my mind in turmoil and wondering how I had allowedmyself to get into this dangerous position.182

Here I was, naked except for a pair ofpanties with my hands cuffed behind me! How did Iallow this?‘Be honest with me,’ Karla said calmly,spreading cheese on another cracker, ‘it is best youdo.’What was the point of lying? I didn’t knowwhy it did, but the humiliation made my arousal evenmore intense. Karla and I were beyond lies.‘Yes,’ I whispered.She nodded knowingly. ‘It was clear. It is, Ithink, the humiliation.’Karla walked over and held the cracker up tomy face. ‘Open.’She slid the cracker into my open mouth andI ate it, swallowing while she watched me.‘I will humiliate you,’ Karla said calmly and Ilooked away from those calm but yet, cold eyes.25.I worshiped her hot wet cunt for whatseemed to be hours. At first, she insisted I remove herpanties.183

As my hands were cuffed behind me, I hadthe humiliating task of trying to pull her panties downwith my teeth.Karla didn’t make it easy for me, bendingslightly so my face was pushed against her bottomand, once, as I struggled to pulled the panties awayfrom her sticky crotch, I heard her giggle softly.And, when I finally dragged the pantiesdown to her ankles, Karla kicked them off and calmlytold me to lick her feet and suck her feet through thenylon of her stockings.And then, I crouched on my knees beside thebed while she disrobed before making herselfcomfortable on the bed, propped up against plumppillows watching the television with the sound low.‘Eat me,’ was all she said and so my worshipat her shrine began.Karla enjoyed at least three orgasms while Isuffered intense frustration, an aching jaw and a soretongue.At last, she waved me away, swung her legsoff the bed and walked to the bathroom. As I stared atthe floor, my rigid cock leaking fluid into the sheer184

material of my pink panties, I heard her pissing inthe toilet.The trickle finished and then she calledsimply, ‘here.’Before I even began to crawl into thebathroom, I knew what she wanted, that she wasgoing to follow through on her pledge to humiliateme.Karla was seated on the toilet, legs partedand I looked at her matted dark pubic hair.‘Clean me.’My face was red hot but my cock jumpedwildly against the panties. I bent to my task, usingbroad swipes of my tongue to wipe her of urine dropswhile she looked down at me, her fingers stroking myhair.It was too much and I came!It was the silky feel of the panties rubbingagainst my cock. I had been on the edge for so longbut it was too much for me and I emptied myself intomy panties as I licked her urine drops, shudderingwith relief and shame.Karla thought it was funny and laughedsoftly.185

‘It is humiliation! Your panties are soaked.Stand up.’I stood in front of her as she sat naked on thetoilet, spooling toilet paper from the reel. Using a wadof paper, she pushed against the wet panties andcalmly smeared my ejaculate against my cock, ballsand groin.‘You look silly with your panties now,’ shesaid calmly, standing, dropping the paper into thebowl and flush.Silly? I suppose I did but I also felt ashamed,humiliated and stickily uncomfortable.It didn’t concern Karla though and Iworshiped her until she was tired. I thought I wouldbe freed but she just pointed at the spare bedroom inthe suite and I walked to the bed, hands still cuffedbehind my back.There was no doubt I was weary and wasglad I didn’t have to dress to leave. Karla came intothe room with pantyhose in her hand. Calmly shelooped the nylons through my handcuffs and tied meto the bed.‘It is safe for me,’ she said.186

I was going to protest but I knew shewouldn’t listen so I kept my mouth shut.‘Good,’ Karla said, looking down at mystained but drying panties and my hard cock, ‘you arehard again.’I thought I heard her laugh as she walkedaway but couldn’t be sure.Sometime in the night, I don’t know when, Iwoke up with a start as Karla’s cunt enveloped myface. No words were necessary as she used me, rubbedagainst my willing face as my cock strained against mycrusty panties.I heard her come and she left me in my bedwithout a word, leaving me to fall back into a fitfulsleep.26.I woke and listened for noises but the hotelsuite was silent. Blinking drowsily, I woke quicklywhen I saw written on the mirror in red lipstick‘goodbye’.She’s gone!And left me tied up!187

Panic surged within me and I franticallylooked around as I pulled against the handcuffs andthe pantyhose that bound me to the bed.It was no use! Guessing that Karla hadchecked out, I immediately thought of the hotel maidsand the humiliation I would suffer when they foundme like this.Karla’s words rang in my ears, taunting me.I will humiliate you!A thousand thoughts flooded my feverishmind. She must have checked in under an assumedname, paid in cash so there would be no connectionback to her! That’s why she had no problem letting theroom service waiters see me worshipping her! It was agame, a game of humiliation!I looked down at my dirty panties and sawmy cock was hard, really hard!Straining against the handcuffs and thenylon again demonstrated that I was completelyrestrained and escape was impossible.Sadly, I leaned back against the pillows.I could never show my face here again!188

Word would get around, they would findmy wallet in my clothes, they would know who I am!Fuck! This is a fucking mess!Suddenly, I heard a sound that made mequake in fear – the sound of a key in the lock!The door was opening and I wildly lookedaround, trying to think against all hope of a way toescape!‘Well, look at you!’I looked up and saw Honey’s smiling face.I was never so glad to see someone in mylife!‘Still hard, I see. Didn’t she let you jerk off?’Her teasing tone made me blush and shelaughed as she bent to undo the pantyhose that tiedme to the bed head. Her perfume washed over me andI felt relieved but incredibly stupid.‘She could have left me here for the maids,’ Iburst out and Honey looked me steadily in the eye.‘Yes, she could have. But she didn’t.’Honey stood up and looked around.‘She said she left the key on the dresser – ah– here it is. Stand up.’189

She unlocked my wrists and I was glad torub them, to restore circulation.‘You really smell, Bob and not in a good way!Get in the shower.’When I returned, freshly showered andshaved and dressed, Honey was casually seated on thesofa.‘Karla was pleased. You did a great job.’‘Look,’ I began but she held a hand up tosilence me.‘Spare me the hysterics, Bob. We have alimited amount of time as we have to be out of thisroom in an hour.’Horrified, I watched as she stood up,reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties.As they fell on the sofa, I stared at the cream colouredsilk and my cock throbbed.‘You can eat me for half an hour, Bob.’Honey stared at me, her eyes holding mineand a sly but confident smile on her face. Her skirtwas up, her pussy so blatantly exposed and I couldonly gape at it, wanting it, wanting to bury my facedeep inside it.190

‘You know you want to, Bob,’ Honey saidsoftly, ‘we both know that.’Slowly, I knelt and began to worship herpussy, to enjoy it, to savour it, to love it!After her orgasm, Honey took my hand andled me to the bathroom where she told me to jerk offover the basin while she watched.It was deeply humiliating but an incrediblyintense orgasm.I was riding a slippery slope to an unknowndestination.‘Just run the faucet, Bob,’ Honey teased,‘let’s not leave anything for the house maids!’ Honeyglanced at her diamond wristwatch. ‘We’d better getto the office; I have a meeting at ten.’We sat in silence in the cab and I watchedLondon slide past, thinking about everything that hadhappened, thinking about my slippery slope.‘Karla said,’ Honey said suddenly, her voicelow, ‘that part of you would have wanted the hotelmaids to find you. Is that true?’I didn’t reply, just watched London,thinking.191

27.The announcement was made four days later– Honey was joining an international German firm torun their North American operations. I guessed Karlahad been pleased with me!Honey called me to her office on the last dayand handed me an envelope.‘Here are the photographs,’ she said evenly,‘not that I needed them, did I?’I looked away and she laughed abruptly.‘Life is strange and unreasonable, Bob,’ shesaid in a biter voice, ‘you young people are full ofoptimism and hope, thinking that everything will turnout for the best. Sorry to disappoint you, Bob, but itusually doesn’t.’‘I have no hope,’ I said softly.’‘No,’ she said examining me, ‘you probablydon’t. I know you’re thinking that you’ll never findsomeone to match your desires. Well, welcome to thereal world! There are no happy marriages, no lovematches that last forever! My husband is gay, Bob!’Honey hissed. ‘How do you like those apples! Sure, wehave three children, I just didn’t know he wasimagining Brad Pitt when they were conceived!’192

Honey turned away and began thrustingpapers, her phone and purse into a briefcase.‘After twenty five years of marriage heconfesses! Imagine that, Bob, after hiding it for twentyfive years, he came out and told me! Do you knowwhat I said, Bob?’I slowly shook my head.‘I said, why tell me now? Why couldn’t yougo on hiding it, why didn’t you let me stay in myfantasy world!’Honey steadied herself, took a deep breathand I felt so deeply sorry for her but I understood.How could I confess to a woman who wouldwant to marry me that I liked…well, the things I nowliked. Christ, I couldn’t even say it to myself.‘When we had dinner that night,’ Honey saidquietly, ‘after meeting you, he kept saying what ahandsome man you were. How does that make youfeel, Bob?’I shrugged. I didn’t feel anything.‘Anyway, I’m going back to the States whereI have a grandchild on the way! I’ll have someone tolove and someone I’ll be able to devote myself to.193

That’s my life, Bob.’ She blinked at me. ‘I’m sorry,’she said softly.I shook my head. ‘It doesn’t matter.’I turned and walked from the office.28.I returned to America within two months, toa nice comfortable job in New York. My apartmentwas nice and I devoted myself to my joband…well…just my job.My mother rang me once a week to alwaysask two questions – when was I coming out toSacramento to see them and was I seeing anyone?She was always disappointed.My sexual appetite was low, my desire forfemale company was still there but I wanted to find awoman like Karla, Honey or even Evelyn.Those three had opened my Pandora’s Boxand had spoiled me for the normal woman whowanted a house with a white picket fence andchildren.I was, I knew, incapable of that sort ofrelationship.194

So I masturbated while remembering Karla,Honey and Evelyn, imagining what would havehappened if the hotel housemaids had really foundme.29.The presentation had gone well and thecustomers were, I thought, impressed. The boss wasalso impressed and he shook my hand twice beforegliding away with his latest blonde wife. This one wastwenty five years younger than he and had that slinkypossessive look that told everyone she was set up forlife, no matter the outcome.I retreated to the bar, found a secluded tableand sipped on a beer. These days, I was becomingused to being alone.After my first beer, comfortable with thewarm buzz, I stood to go, thinking about walking tomy apartment.‘Hi.’I turned around and was dazzled by thesmile. She was tall, in high heels as tall as me and hadlong red hair that cascaded to her shoulders.195

‘Just thought I congratulate you on yourpresentation.’The presentation had been in one of thehospitality suites and now we were in the bar;therefore, she followed me.‘Thanks,’ I said, taking her in with my eyesand it was obvious she was doing the same to me. ‘Youmust have been really impressed to follow me to thebar.’She shrugged. ‘I needed a drink. Can I getyou one?’I was about to decline when I saw a slight slysmile on her lips, a smile reminiscent of Karla andHoney, as if she knew exactly what she was doing.‘Sure. I’m having a beer.’‘I know,’ she said calmly and walked to thebar.‘I’m Tiffany Lewis,’ she said when shereturned with the beers.‘Bob…’‘I know,’ she laughed, ‘I saw thepresentation, remember?’196

‘What brought you to the presentation? Idon’t recall seeing you at boring informationtechnology presentations before?’‘Not even for ones as interesting asCustomer Identification Data Systems?’ Tiffany raisedand eyebrow and grinned.‘Not even that,’ I shrugged, ‘I talked about itand it’s boring to me.’‘Well, it didn’t show. No, I’m a head hunter –Recruitment Consultant.’‘Ah, you’re looking for people…’‘No,’ Tiffany said calmly, ‘I was looking foryou, Bob.’‘I’m happy where I am. I’m flattered, ofcourse…’Tiffany laughed. ‘Don’t be too flattered, Bob.This has nothing to do with a job, this is social.’‘Social?’‘Sure. Can’t a girl make the first move? Youlook like the sort of guy who wouldn’t mind a girl thatmakes the first move.’She looked at me steadily and I blushed.‘No…I don’t mind…’197

‘Good. Let’s exchange numbers. Here’s mycard.’Tiffany slid her business card over the tableand I picked it up after automatically giving her mycard.‘Cool,’ she said, draining her drink. ‘I have togo but I’ll be in touch.’I watched her leave, especially the way herbackside moved in the tight skirt and fleeting imagesof a red haired pussy flicked inside my head.30.‘Hi, Bob. This is Tiffany, remember?’‘Well, of course…’‘Do you like movies?’‘Ah…yes…’‘Let’s go to the movies tonight.’‘I don’t…’‘Come on, Bob, you’ll love it.’Bowled over my the force of her enthusiasm,I agreed to meet Tiffany outside the theatre.She wasn’t there when I arrived and I felt amixture of relief and disappointment.198

‘Sorry, I’m late,’ Tiffany said, appearing outof nowhere and taking my arm. ‘Let’s go.’It wasn’t a bad movie and I did enjoy hercompany. Tiffany was beautiful, intelligent and fun tobe with but I knew that she would be like all the otherpushy New York women. Her aim was to find a “lifepartner” and I wasn’t the type for that.How could I say – yes, I’d like to marry youbut I just want to worship your cunt while youhumiliate me?We walked to her apartment building andbefore I knew it, we were kissing.It was nice, really nice and my cock evenmade a few small moves towards hardness.‘That was nice, Bob. I had fun.’‘Surprisingly, so did I.’‘Want to do something tomorrow night?’‘Sure,’ I said quickly, surprising myself yetagain.‘I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know whatI’ve decided.’Her eyes held mine for a long moment and Ifelt my cock stir again.‘Ok,’ I said quietly.199

31.Tiffany called me and informed me that wewould have dinner at her apartment. Instantly, Ithought about declining but something in her voicemade me agree.The dinner was well prepared and we sat atthe table in her small apartment, soft music playingand relaxing with wine when Tiffany reached over andtook my hand.‘I like you, Bob,’ she said calmly. ‘Do you likeme?’‘Ah…yes…of course.’Her hand was warm on mine and Iwondered how I was going to tell her that I couldn’t,that I had been changed by three women and now Icraved their control, their humiliation and, above all,the taste of their honey.‘I’m glad,’ she said, taking her hand awayand rasing her wineglass to her lips. ‘I’ve lookedforward to meeting you ever since I came back.’‘Back? Back from where?’‘Europe,’ Tiffany said calmly, eyes on mine.‘You were in Europe for a while, weren’t you?’200

‘Yes, London. You?’‘Berlin and Bonn.’Germany?‘Ah…did you like it?’‘Yes Bob, I did. I grew to love certain things.’Tiffany stood up and walked over to the sofa,sat down and arranged her skirt so the hem touchedher knees. My eyes fell on her knees and then movedback up to her waiting eyes.‘Can I be frank, Bob?’‘I hope so.’‘I have certain tastes and certainrequirements.’Her words and the steady way she spokeaffected my cock and it moved sluggishly in mytrousers.‘It was no accident I met you at thatpresentation, Bob, I was looking for you. I hadreceived your name from a trusted friend.’‘Friend?’ I asked quietly.‘Yes,’ Tiffany said evenly, eyes holding mine,‘Karla Schultz.’Karla! I didn’t know her last name, ofcourse, but it had to be the same person, it had to be!201

I couldn’t speak and Tiffany smiled, sippedher wine and then placed the wineglass on the smalltable next to the sofa.‘Are you wearing panties, Bob?’My face burned and I swallowed.‘No,’ I whispered.‘Pity,’ Tiffany said calmly, ‘we’ll have to getsome. I think you’ll look adorable in the panties I’llselect for you.’Tiffany’s eyes held mine and I could not lookaway, I had to look, even though my face burned. But,my cock was hard! Extremely hard!‘Why don’t you take all your clothes off, Bob,and show me what you’ve got. If you don’t want to,that’s all right and you can see yourself out. I won’tcall you again and I expect the same courtesy fromyou. Your choice, Bob.’My mouth was dry and my cock incrediblyhard.Slowly, I stood and began removing myclothes until I was completely naked, much toTiffany’s obvious delight.202

‘Karla told me you were shaven,’ she saidwith a sudden frown. ‘I expect you to shave there allthe time, Bob. Understand?’I nodded, conscious that my cock was erectand pointing towards her.Tiffany slowly parted her thighs and smiledat me as she slid her skirt up.‘On your knees, Bob, let’s see if you’re asgood as Karla said.’Ten Months Later.‘I had lunch with your mother today, Bob,while you were playing golf with your father. She’svery excited about the wedding.’Tiffany spoke casually as her fingers strokedmy hair idly as I licked her pussy. We were both nakedexcept, of course, for the sheer white panties I waswearing and I had been patiently servicing her pussyfor at least twenty minutes.She was beginning to become aroused – ittook her time – and I tasted her as my tongue scoopedher flowing juices. Tiffany’s pussy had thick sandycoloured pubic hair and her pale skin continued to herpussy with the labia are peachy colour. It was203

eautiful and I had fallen in love with it that firstnight I had licked her in her apartment.‘Your mother did ask me about children,’Tiffany said and her fingers held my hair and lifted mywet face up so I had to look into her eyes.‘I didn’t say anything,’ Tiffany said, ‘but I feltlike saying, to have children the husband mustejaculate into his wife’s vagina.’ Her eyes narrowedand held mine. ‘And we both know that’s not going tohappen, don’t we, Bob?’I had never fucked her, my cock had neverbeen near her cunt and, I feared, never will. Itwouldn’t surprise me if, when Tiffany decided shewanted children, she would have me jerk off into acup and be inseminated.Or, fuck another man!She can be so cruel and yet so loving.‘Yes Miss Tiffany,’ I whispered and shesmiled, releasing my hair so I could continue to lickher.‘I bought some more panties for you to wearunder your wedding suit, darling,’ Tiffany said,leaning back, her eyes closing. ‘Buttercup yellow withwhite ribbon trim with lace. They’re delightful. Your204

mother was with me but I didn’t tell her they were foryou - not this time anyway – I told her they were forme.’She sighed and moaned as I circled mywilling tongue around her clitoris. This would be hersecond orgasm for the day and I was hopeful that shewould allow me my first for the day immediatelyafterwards.Tiffany was expert at selecting humiliatingpositions for me to jerk off in and had threatened tosend me to yoga classes five times a week so I couldincrease my flexibility.‘I would love to see you suck yourself,darling, I truly would! It’s something to look forwardto, wouldn’t it?’Tiffany moaned and I licked softly, teasingher clit as my cock throbbed.I didn’t care. I was in heaven, tasting herhoney and being hers.205

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