E114: Subject H
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Posted:Nov 29, 2019 7:23 am
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It is approaching six in the evening when Emma and Donald awake from their nap. Both rested now, Emma knows they will stay up late tonight before giving in to sleep again.
She rouses Donald and tells him they should get some dinner. They go to the kitchen and fix a couple of steaks in the broiler and a salad and hard rolls. Donald, without being told, sets the table, including putting a plug on his seat. Then he turns to Emma and asks, “Mistress, would you like to enjoy one while we eat also?”
Emma smiles at him and says, might be a nice interlude for both of them. Donald gets another plug and puts it her seat. He then helps her serve the food, then pulls the lube jar towards them, he lubes Emma and her plug nicely, then before she sits, she reciprocates on him and helps him lower himself over his dinner peg. She then slowly sits on hers too.
Together they wiggle enough to get the shafts fully and sweetly up in them. Emma pulls Donald’s plate to her and cuts up all his meat into small bites, the same with his salad, and then butter’s his roll. “There you go, pet,” she tells him, “Eat slowly now and chew all your food.”
Being directed like this, like a young who does not know his table manners, flusters Donald some. Emma is pushing all of Donald’s buttons these last three days and allowing him to fully enjoy his new role as her pet and sub. All he can do when she says this is to blush and nod his head obediently. Meanwhile, electric shock waves are tremoring through his body.
While they eat, Emma regularly reaches under the table and pulls on his shaft or balls checking how hard he is getting. She knows the pug is really helping his condition, and her attention just the cherry on the sundae.
“Donald, are you going to before we even get dessert?” Emma asks him.
Donald is beet red now and stammers, “I am trying not mistress, but it is very hard for not let go right now.”
“Yes,” Emma laughs, “it does seem awfully hard right now.” only makes Donald more embarrassed. But Emma just squeezes and jerks him more. “If you can hold yourself through dessert before you do, I will give you a nice surprise pet.”
Donald grins and is determined keep a grip on himself for his last ten bites. He knows he can not rush them, or he probably will be over Emma’s knee rather than getting his prize. And he is barely able contain himself. As he thoroughly chews his last bite, precum begins drip from him a string. More than he usually precums, but he is so ready right now.
Emma pushes her chair back from the table, goes the refrigerator, and returns with a can of whip cream and sits again. She tells Donald to stand in front of her. The plug still firmly up in him. Emma reminds him of this by twisting and turning it with one hand while her other sprays whip cream all over his shaft, glans, balls, and down to his taint.
The cool cream an inch thick all over him makes Donald begin to throb. And when Emma lowers her head and begins to lick and suck the cream away, his stomach does flip flops as an orgasm begins forming deep within his bowels moving up through his body and cascading through his balls to his shaft.
“Please mistress,” Donald begs Emma. She knows he will not last long, but takes long licks up and down his shaft, over his balls and licking the cream from his taint, pressing hard against it with her tongue as Donald cries .
Another string of precum leaks which Emma licks up with the whipped cream and purrs as she does. She knows Donald is trying hold back so hard for her but is soon going tip. She lifts her face away and looks up him and says, “You may now, pet.” Puts his glans her mouth, lightly bites around the ridge under it for a firm hold, and sucks all the sperm squirting from him as it gushes over her tongue and down her throat.
Donald is shaking all over from this release, and when Emma turns the plug in his ass and pulls it in and out a few times, every drop which has filled his balls come cascading out of him until he is completely drained.
He needs to put his hands on Emma’s shoulders to steady himself as this full-body climax overcomes him.
Emma pulls him down on her lap, which he is in many ways too big to sit on, but he braces himself on the floor as her arms encircle him and hugs him tightly to her. The kisses she bestows on his forehead are delicious to feel.
“Was good for you, pet?” Emma asks a singsong voice. All Donald can do is nod as he tries catch his breath. “Well, why don’t you get the dishes cleaned up, go wash yourself some and I will meet you bed a half hour so you can tell about your next subject. should finish off today for us.
Donald scurries to load the dishwasher and put things away. He leaves his plug in and sees Emma has hers too. Somewhere before they go to sleep, they will remove them, but for a while longer they are nice fillers.
Emma is waiting on the bed, on her stomach, when Donald is washed up and comes to the bed. He understands what she wants. He sits cross-legged beside her ass, his plug pushed up so deep in him, and as he begins his story of his next subject he gently twists and pulls on Emma’s plug for her enjoyment as he talks.
Subject H, which I researched and helped not long before I left Cincinnati, Ohio, might have been the most interesting of the subjects. She was perhaps five years older than I was, in her late forties. She had learned about the institute from a seminar she attended at the local university about our ongoing research. She wrote us a lengthy letter outlining her desire, her kink she admitted, and it took team almost two weeks brainstorm how we could make this happen for her.
An assistant had written her back right away, letting her know we would be further in contact with her once we could work the logistics. She replied back her thanks for even considering what she was requesting.
We were familiar with the idea, and knew it had been around since Roman times, but did gain some in popularity at the beginning of the twenty-first century. With the internet, more individuals were exploring the potential and finding others who had the same interest. So by the time Subject H approached us, we knew about it, just had never addressed it straight on. It took a little searching to find the proper ‘how-to’ and where to look for interested parties.
Donald has Emma hooked. What could be this kink he is referring to? Oh, and his nice twisting and pulling are getting her dripping so. She is glad she has laid a towel under herself. She could begin to feel a climax beginning its slow accent for her.
Donald does not leave Emma long in suspense.
Subject H’s letter began talking about her past, some twenty-five years earlier. She had just had her second and last , and the was reaching the age wean from her. But her breasts were still filling so full each day and night. She did pump often, but it seemed like such a waste of good milk. One night she woke moaning, her tits hurt so needing release the buildup milk.
Her husband turned her, and seeing her plight asked her if she would like him suck them. Subject H was surprised his offer, but he replied watching her breastfeed their he had been, well not jealous, but very curious what it would be like. She told him if he really wanted to, it would her so much.
She laid on her side, facing him, and he is facing her. Both were naked, and as he moved close take her first tit into his mouth their stomach touched, and his cock was rubbing against her slit. He wasn’t really hard to start, but as they got going he did get harder and harder. His shaft soon laid in her slit, his glans brushing her clit as he moved.
She held the back of his head to him position himself properly suck her. She quietly instructed him as how the does it, and how the nursing books explained what expect.
She told him his tongue should press her breast up to the roof of the mouth, an inch or so below the nipple. Contrary to popular belief, he should not suck on the nipple itself. Rather use a somewhat twirling motion to entice the milk from her breast. Not a lot of action is needed to express the milk as it was going to be ready to really flow. He should try to get the nipple to the very back of his mouth and let the milk just stream out from the nipple.
After a couple of false starts, and him biting the nipple making Subject H squeal, her husband got the hang of it, and they spent the next hour in wonderful rapture as he sucked one, then the other tit as she dripped against his shaft sliding back and forth over her slit. Never entering her night, they both came magnificently from the experience.
They fell back sleep her holding him closely in her arms.
The next morning her husband sheepishly asked if she needed be emptied again. Subject H was more than ready, and again they found this sexual arousal from him nursing. By the evening when he returned home both were a bit embarrassed about what they had allowed happening. In bed night, after the were asleep, they talked about what had happened.
She admitted with both she had a couple of times felt aroused from them nursing, but she had pushed those thoughts quickly away. And now, when he had nursed she did allow those amazing rushes flow through her body. But was it wrong? What if anyone found ?
Her husband tried assure her and calm her what they did was not wrong. He got his laptop, and they spent the next couple of hours researching the concept. Learning it was referred as Adult Nursing Relationships and not uncommon. One study measured one-third of husbands of nursing wives engaged in such practices.
They also learned while the did not need the milk anymore, she could stay lactated as long as he regularly nursed, or she pumped. They looked at each other grinning stupidly and together agreed least for now they did want this continue regularly.
The next six months were the best between them. Before getting up in the morning, he would nurse and empty her. She began even burp him some after each, so he did not get . But what accompanied the session was the most amazing sex between them. He did usually lay with his cock against her slit as he nursed, and when filled and she had patted his back well he would slide into her dripping and so ready pussy, and they would together as he filled her with his milky-ness.
This would happen early morning before the woke. Then in mid-morning, Subject H would pump. Most days they would have a mid-day nursing session when he would hurry home for lunch, or she would get a sitter and go to his office. Those times were so arousing. In his office with the door locked, the blinds down, he would pull his pants and underwear down, she would straddle his hips, her panties off as he pressed his cock full up in her. Then he would unbutton her blouse, and undo her nursing bra, he had come to love her in one and the idea it was offering him access to his treat.
He would pump up and down on her as he nursed for about minutes on each breast. Then his cock still up in her deep, her clenching against him, she would throw a towel over her shoulder, he would lean forward, and she would burp him. When he did, they often came moment. And then his reward as she held him close and stroked and kissed his head. This time was such a treasure for him, the feeling of care and nurturing was offered for a few minutes.
She tried have the occupied when he got home from work so they could have a quick session as he changed clothes. And then the wonderful last nursing of the day as they went bed. Their lives were changed completely. Both were coming multiple times a day with this regiment. The husband was not eating as much; usually only a light dinner as the milk filled all his nutritional needs.
As she was pumping her milk two or three times a day, he encouraged her try some too to see what it was like. And she did and realized she enjoyed it too, so the two of them did go on a more or less milk diet during this time.
But as with all good things, they have to end. After about six months of this ecstasy the husband was sent out of town on business for almost a month. While he was gone, at first Subject H did pump, but somehow her body just knew the difference and after two weeks began to dry up. By the time he got back her body had adjusted to not producing milk anymore.
Neither said anything about it, except to express their disappointment it had happened. About ten years later, the husband has shown her some information about how start lactating again, but their lives and of their did not really offer the time commit it. They did talk of the time after the were gone perhaps then they would try again.
But now, when Subject H contacted us, though the are now gone and on their own, her dear husband had passed a couple years before, so they never got fulfill their dream again.
Now, after grieving for him long enough and still young enough, she did want become sexually active again. But, she wanted so badly have the adult nursing relationship be a full and central part of what she was looking for.
Her contacting us was her begin lactate again regularly, and find someone, or ones, who would regularly want experience this. Where we found ourselves a quandary was how go about getting her started again, and then, finding her a partner.
By this point in the tale, Emma is having a quandary of her own. She has tears in her eyes from the sad ending of Subject H’s letter, lose someone so dear her before they could once again realize their dreams. the same time, Donald’s plug has gotten her such an aroused state she tells him get behind her right now.
She lifts herself up on her spread knees, her ass in the air, and Donald knows what do. He thrusts his cock deep into her vag. She feels the sides of his shaft pressing against the wall to her ass where the plug is laying, sends all sorts of sensations speeding through her body. She clenches Donald’s shaft as her rectum does the same against the plug. YES!
Donald begins pumping her hard, taking her to the peak quickly as he knows when she is in this state she needs. In minutes Emma’s back is arching, he feels her squeezing his cock like there is no tomorrow, as she cries a guttural moan as her whole body trembles from the climax crashing through her.
As she continues grip his cock so hard, Donald feeling his plug pressing against the wall his prostate cums too, surprisingly again with a large about of semen. Emma feels it spurting up into her deeply, just adding to this wonderful interlude.
She falls on the bed gasping, and Donald falls right beside her. After they calm, Donald goes and gets some wet towels, and they carefully remove each other’s plugs and wash themselves. Donald carries the plugs into the bathroom before coming back to remove the rather wet towel from under Emma and crawl in beside her.
In each other arms again, Emma tells him to continue with the story of Subject H as it is rather interesting. Actually, Emma is wondering what it would be like to nurse Donald way. But while a wonderful fantasy consider, she does not think it is a place they would want go . Such a lifestyle would demand so much time and attention just . But hearing about it is so educational Emma realizes the things she has been learning about this last year.
Donald goes on:
As I said, we did a lot of searching and research for Subject H get started. The basics of prepping her start could be accomplished.
I should mention all of the Institute’s staff around the country had completely basic testing and sex surveys as part of their hiring. The data was also coded and added our ever-growing database. This information helped us identify colleagues who might be willing with this experiment while enjoying the opportunity.
We would later use the database try find possible ‘mates’ or ‘interested parties’ for Subject H, but would come a bit later.
The team was created, and I, always interested in new things and experiences, was part of it, besides leading this research. We had determined Subject H would have be on a tight schedule. Nursing sessions lasting least twenty minutes on each breast would have be done every four hours. would be six times every twenty-four hours. The team was made up of ten of us cover each all the shifts.
Subject H did reveal she was open both men and women helping her get lactate. We realized she was a bit bi-curious and wanted see how aroused she could get from such sessions. All of the team was willing allow things move such areas than just helping her start her milk flowing.
Six am each day, two women tagged team start things off. One would arrive as Subject H was waking for the day – she had given us access her house allow this. They would undress and climb into bed with her and start nursing her. They would switch off every other morning for who was with her. ten am, Subject H would pump herself each day rather than having someone stimulate her.
Two pm, she usually came the Institute, and she and I would lie together in one of our special rooms as I sucked her tits as instructed to them begin fill. Yes, cock was her wet slit which added enjoyment this new adventure, and we would both sometimes climax without penetration as was not part of her sessions yet. On weekends I would go her house where we would lay on her couch complete the shift.
Six the evening, a man and a woman, who actually were a couple would together join her, both spending a good half hour, they both sucking on her tits the same time for four days of the week. The other three days, another member of the team took this shift.
Ten pm Subject H would pump herself again before going to bed. Then in the middle of the night, two the morning, two men of the team took turns sliding into her bed to spend almost an hour sucking on her as she sometimes would sleep this nice twilight sleep enjoying their attention.
To things along, we had learned about some shots she could have induce lactation. Which she got every other day before she and I would have our session.
This helped speed the prep time a good bit. She was beginning drip milk by four weeks. It took one more week to get her fully flowing. And then we knew we needed to step up the search process. Though all of us got to enjoy the results of our efforts.
The milk was perfect for enjoying. So nice and warm and sweet. I never tasted anything like it before, and while I never would have thought it was something I would want to participate in, it was exhilarating. And the throbbing we both felt as cock laid her slit, rubbing her clit as I nursed led only one time me pressing cock up into her and us copulating. Which from the sensations we both were experiencing was mind-blowing.
As soon as the words escape Donald’s lips, he realizes how Emma might take what he confessed. But she is just full of questions, so absorbed in this interesting story. Yes, Donald’s reveal is a bit much, but it was years ago, and what he has had to go through to get to this point of them together.
Emma starts with her questions, “Did Subject H get satisfaction when lactating with the others on the team? What happened with her and the women who fed, did they sexually interact? Was she aroused by them? And the other men, did she have full sex with them too? Did she ever reveal who best pleased her?”
Donald is amazed by how astute Emma’s questions are, and how much she grasps the full research project. He tries to answer each as best he can.
Yes, she did say she was aroused by interaction with the women, but not as fully as with the men. All did something their time together and helped her open up to experiencing new people and not being shy. She had only been with her husband as a lover before this whole thing started, it seemed.
The men were nice, but the team members closer her own age she enjoyed the most, as it was replicating what she had had with her husband.
And then, we had her in discuss and review possible candidates for a long-term partner. We did suggest first, as she got back into this lifestyle perhaps she tried being with different people, both men and women to try to find someone who really clicked.
Meanwhile, as I mentioned, our national database had so expanded classifying individuals' likes, desires, kinks, and fetishes so we could try to cross-link potential ‘mates’ geographically.
As we did, we did discuss with Subject H those who could be interested in such an Adult Nursing Relationship. How some want the Adult /Diaper Lover aspect of things. A figure which would do so much more than just nurse them.
Subject H had no interest in , which we expected. Then it was mentioned scenario, she could serve as a now and then wet-nurse for an all-ready established couple such a relationship. was not what she needed, either.
So we focused on men who, as an adult situation, wanted the breastfeeding as part of an erotic interchange. And we did find one who fit geographically and had such desires.
We showed each of them the other’s profile, the man we explained how often he would have accommodate Subject H keeps things flowing. A recently retired man, only a few years older than Subject H and so lusting experience this type of relationship he had only fantasized about, was very willing.
A dinner meeting was arranged for an early Friday dinner between them. They hit it off from the start as they did have so much, outside their little secret fetish, in common. But, halfway through their early dinner, six pm approached, and while in the middle of an interesting conversation, Subject H began leak. She was so embarrassed have this happen public. But the gentleman was so kind. He handed her his jacket for her cover herself, quickly the , and led her her car.
By then, he could see she was getting distressed by needing fully release, so he helped her the back seat of her car and climbed with her. Looking her deep in her eyes, he told her not to be stressed, and as he massaged her full breasts he unbuttoned her blouse, sighed heavily, seeing her nursing bra as he unclipped and lower it.
And then, looking her once more for permission, lowered his head and took her tit his mouth begin suckle. Subject H went wild his skill. He knew how nurse properly. She never did find , as she never asked how he had perfected his technique.
But, night the backseat of her car, she found a new perfect mate. It was not really sexual first time, no lying naked against each other, but his firm lips and tongue sucking all the milk build up in her was so rewarding.
We wondered and wondered over the weekend and the beginning of the next week as all we got were messages from her she did not need us come for regular sessions.
It was only the next Wednesday when the two of them surfaced and informed us. Everything was perfect between them. The man was able , and so wanted , nurse her every feeding time, no one else was needed.
Subject H, about four months later, still in rapture of this new relationship, did tell us she pumped a couple of times a day. She enjoyed the milk diet too, as did her new mate. They worked everything. Regular intervals of breastfeeding, most times leading wonderful sexual encounters satisfy side of the lust which has built up.
The rest of the time, enjoying each other’s company and learning their mutual interests.
All in all, when we closed this research, while members of the team who were there from the start and experienced this heady fetish with Subject H were a bit disappointed it was over, we soon found new cases for them participate take their minds off of this so different interaction they had become part of.
Hearing the climax of this so amazing story, Emma realizes she is dripping so extremely now from the images of so much of the tale. She needs be satisfied quickly, and she knows her pet, her Donald is feeling embarrassed at disclosing how much he felt and enjoyed this case he had been part of.
Emma pulls Donald on top of her, jerks his penis, which is starting to harden to firmness and directs it up in her. Emma’s speed at making this happen astonishes Donald as he becomes so firm for his mistress. When she helps him to enter her he wants nothing else.
As he begins to pump her, he lowers his lips and begins to suck on one tit as he had with Subject H to help her begin again. Feeling this such different way of being sucked, realizing what Donald is doing for her, sends Emma into a frenzy.
Quickly they are in harmony trusting and throbbing against each other. Emma’s arms are around Donald’s stomach, holding him close to her breasts while working her hands to his ass and hole. How much he needs to satisfy his mistress, perhaps he will for her before her fingers even reach spot.
As Emma, with her legs up around Donald’s waist now, feeling him deep in her as she moans and moans, begins throb so hard Donald almost passes from the attention his prick.
‘Oh, the feeling’ they both are experiencing. So intense, so personal, so taking them both the brink cumming. And together they do. After they mutually come down from their highs, Donald moves his lips from Emma’s tits and kisses her deeply. He crawls to the bottom of the bed to again be her pet and sleep her feet.
Why he feels the need do this, neither really comprehend until much later. His reveal about his feelings about the case of Subject H worried him he somehow might have offended his mistress and now feels unworthy of her.
Emma, time, also realizes his concern, and it endears him even more her.
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E113: Subjects E and F
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Posted:Nov 28, 2019 9:47 am
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2024 8:36 pm
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Thursday morning, Emma tells Donald to go and shower himself while she tans and is massaged. She feels such compassion for him now, but she knows she cannot back down from being his femdom yet. The self-realization he has been experiencing these last few days, Emma understands, and his deep desires to explore this side of him. She does not want to deny him this opportunity.
So Emma remains strong and continues this ‘punishment’ Donald now feels he deserves and wants.
Though he is unhappy as he washes himself alone in the shower. He misses the nearness of Emma he has become accustomed to as they bath each day. But he finishes cleaning and shaving himself and waits, standing properly for her to enter.
Donald gazes at Emma as she enters the bathroom, sucking in all her beauty and charm. There is a golden glow about her, and he can tell she is relaxed from the massage. Emma smiles at him and tells him to draw her a bath.
Donald hurries to comply and kneels the side of the tub as she steps in to wash her lovingly with a soft cloth. He takes his time washing her breasts and nipples, and even more when he moves the cloth between her legs.
There he rubs the soapy cloth first slowly back and forth over her slit. Pressing slightly harder, he increases his speed until Emma’s head is thrown back. Her arms grip the sides of the tub, and her ass lifts up to him as he rubs and scrubs her clit to a climax.
He is a little afraid that Emma might be angry with him for taking such liberties, but when he slows some in concern, she lifts herself up more to his covered hand and presses for him to continue. Donald does as she is directing him, and he manages to Emma to twice in quick succession as the warm water covers her in the tub.
Once Emma is calm and back to earth after the sudden orbit Donald took her on, she has him her from the tub and dry her. Donald takes care fixing her hair and applying her makeup for the day. They both will be away at meetings until the afternoon today.
In the bedroom, he sees that new lingerie for him is laid out on the bed. Next to it is a golden cock cage. ‘How did Emma get one so quickly from him mentioning it late last night?’ Donald wonders. But then realizes she had purchased it when she had the other things. Is it only two days ago since she did?
Donald stands in front of Emma as she opens and adjusts the cage on him. When he hears the lock click shut, knowing he is trapped like this until his mistress deems he may be release sends shocking charges through his body, making him tremble.
Emma takes the small key for the lock and clips it to a bracelet she is wearing. It looks like a charm hanging from it, but they both know what that charm means. Donald blushes, thinking about all the people at Emma’s meetings today who might see the key dangling and wonder what it is for.
She helps him into a new pair of panties, garter, and stockings to wear. The panties rubbing against his caged cock send more strange sensations through his body. While he is not hardening, it does feel like he is climaxing in a strange way. Much like when Emma mastered giving him a prostate massage and milking him.
The cage doesn’t give, and its outline in the panties where it lays is visible. Donald hopes it does not show in the crotch of his pants that others might notice what he is wearing. But that suddenly does not seem like such a concern when Emma giggles and says, “Oops, I forgot something for you today.” And lowers the back of his panties and makes him bend forward holding on the bed.
He feels the cool stickiness of lube being squirted on and in his asshole and then the pressure of a medium size butt plug being pushed in him. Oh, Emma is going to make him feel totally controlled while he is at his meetings today, he realizes.
She lifts his panties back up over his ass cheeks, slapping each a couple time to tell him to stand up now.
Emma brings out the lasso clamps he had her wear a while ago for the first time. She has worn them several times since for short periods, but now she tightens one to each of his nipples and pulls the cord between them snuggly. He feels the tingle they give to each nipple, and he hopes he can keep them in place during the day.
Emma finishes dressing Donald and then has him stand and watch her dress also. Seeing her smooth her silk stocking up her legs and clip them with her garter, Donald begins to feel himself stirring, but the confines of his cage make it uncomfortable, and he tries his best to calm.
Emma kisses him sweetly and then steers him to the kitchen for breakfast and then to their cars to head out for the day. Donald wonders if he will be able to complete the next few hours in his current situation. The cock cage is feeling rigid against him, the plug is making him squirm in his seat to feel comfortable, and the feel of the soft panties and stockings against his ass, mons, and thighs is thrilling to experience.
Donald makes it through the day, though members of the institute look at him a bit differently. Not because they are aware of what he is wearing, but his behavior is so different varied. Gone is the man so filled with hubris that he treats others as minions at best. Now before them is a man who is open to what others are saying, considering other opinions, and actually kind and humble in his interactions.
What has become of the Dr. Ryan they are all so used to? They are glad and welcome this new, softer, more approachable version of their director, hoping that it is not just a temporary thing. But even if it is, they all quickly propose projects which Donald had shunned without contemplation in the past. Today Donald green lights them all to move forward.
Even Dr. Joseph Turner, the new member of the Institute who had taken over some of Donald’s classes, wondered about his colleague. Donald has taken an interest in this man, well perhaps not that young, but over 10 years Donald’s junior. Joseph is in his mid-to-late-thirties and has impressive credentials already when he joined this Institute for Sexual Exploration (ISE) site last summer. He brings new ideas of research which Donald likes, and they often consult each other and chat.
Joseph does try to ask Donald if all is alright when he comes to Donald’s office after the rather amazing meeting just held. Donald reddens some but assures Joseph that all is fine, he is just seeing things in a diverse light now.
Joseph knows about Donald’s relationship with Emma, how she was supposed to be another Subject for Donald, but things have gone in a different direction. Donald feels comfortable telling his new associate about some of what had and is happening with Emma. Not any details of what they do together, but enough for Joseph to know that Emma holds a very special place in Donald’s life. Joseph hopes that one day, he will get to meet Emma as she sounds like an extraordinary lady.
Joseph just assures Donald that the projects proposed should all bring new data and recognition to the Institute and leaves him. Donald squiggles in his seat, enjoying the feel of the panties and even the restraint of the cock cage.
When he gets home that afternoon, Donald undresses, puts his clothes away, and waits the bed in just his panties, garter, and stockings. As he thinks about Emma finding him in such a position, his cock began to twitch and grow within the cage. It hurt a little, but it is a pleasant pain as he feels confident that his mistress must truly care about him to keep him in such a safe and cloistered state.
The nipple clamps and plug are all still in position too. The plug has added to Donald squirming all day when he would feel it move and slide in him. His nipples are feeling numb now from the pressure of the lassos on them for so many hours.
Emma arrives home to find Donald in this condition. She does feel a bit sorry for him, but she must keep this up until the end she has decided upon. She swats his ass cheeks and inner thighs, telling him he needs to calm himself or she will not be able to take the cock cage off.
She does take pity on him enough to take off the nipple clamps and rub his areolas and teats. That feels so good to Donald, and when she bends a little and takes each into her mouth to suck and lick the blood now running to them again makes the marvel of this act tenfold for him. Currents spread out from each nipple to every tip of his body as he shakes at her touch.
She undresses him of his panties and stockings. Nude, except for his appliances, she tells him to go to the bathroom and bend over the counter. He quickly responses. Emma comes behind him and slowly takes the plug from his ass. The release of that intrusion makes him sigh deeply. There is this sense of emptiness with it gone, but the relaxing of his muscles as they resume their regular tension feels so rewarding.
Donald turns and kisses Emma thanking her for his emancipation from these tools. She kisses him in return and tells him to go lay on the bed, and she will take the cage off him now as he has become more flaccid. Again he quickly complies.
Laying on his back, he watches Emma carefully unlocks the cage and lift it off him, freeing him from his final captivity of the day. She lightly rubs his cock shaft and balls, then reaches for a bottle of lotion and uses that as she massages both.
Donald can’t it, but he is soon very hard again. Emma laughs, stands, and undresses and slides herself over his thighs. He feels the juices coming from her drip down on his glans beneath her coating him so she can easily slip his cock up into her vag.
They both sigh deeply as she settles herself on him. She does not move at all; Donald just feels his cock safely at home within her love cave. It is all he could wish for.
In such a position, Emma says to him, “So now, tell me about your next Subject – that would be Subject E correct?”
Donald replies, “Well actually Subject E and Subject F were studies which merged together after a beginning with each. They both came to the Institute in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, towards the end of my time there.”
The women came independently to the Institute, as I said we were getting to be somewhat known in each city we operated in, to a select audience. All centers were near and somewhat associated with universities where their departments of human sexuality would refer people from time to time.
Subject E and Subject F approached us within a month of each other. Both with the same story. The idea of treating the two of them to see the similarities and differences we decided would be an interesting project.
They each came because they had unsatisfactory sex lives. Both were single, never married. Each had been in one longer-term (three to five years) and two or three shorter term (six months to a couple years) relationships at different times, but they all fizzled out.
Even just dating and occasional sex just did not give them the satisfaction they craved. They enjoyed most aspects of sex, but never fully allowed themselves to get into the moment enough to actually .
They could bring themselves to a somewhat peak when masturbating, but that was the most that happened. Subject E even admitted when in one of her longer relationships, after her partner fell asleep following , she would sneak to the shower and try to bring herself to climax, or closer to in, with the showerhead in her frustration.
It was easy to pity these women for what they had never experienced, but so long to. Just the image of a woman standing alone in a shower, water running down her while she held the hot spray of the showerhead between her legs trying and trying to take her to that brink was sad. Subject E told me that many a night the water ran cold before she would give up and slink back to bed. Exhausted from her efforts she would fall to sleep.
Subject F’s story was much the same – needing a release that just would not come to her. Individually they told gloomy tales of their frustration and longings. We researched and researched possible ways to stimulate them.
We had them complete several surveys, asking which types of sexual activities they were most drawn to, gauged their reactions to pictures and clips, and while found somethings that seemed to interest them when we tried them with each they had no better response.
Donald is so enjoying feeling his cock up in Emma, as she wiggles and settles herself listening to his recital. He lifts his legs so she can lean back against his thighs, sitting in this position. The pull on his cock as it stays in her at this angle adds to the tightness of her cunt and his pleasure.
This went on for several months, with each of them. I was with both providing finger and oral play and them regularly. We tried different toys and scenarios to them move toward a climactic interlude, but each just fizzled out at the end of each session.
They swore they were enjoying the play, but we could tell deep down they were still so frustrated in what was not happening.
Both had strongly insisted that they were heterosexual and had felt passionate connections with their partners. Many of whom did seem to display excellent sexual skills, compassion, and attention. These relationships usually ended with E or F walking away in disappointment that there was nothing more.
It was not like these women were frigid, they were trying their best to reach a sexual awaking, finding new partners when who they had been with just did not do anything to them. They both were good at finger play and sucking and licking, so they had good skillsets, just not receptive to what was offered to them.
Subject E was in her late thirties then, and Subject F just over forty. They each had several partners since in their late teens, but now both expressed that perhaps they should just give up on trying to have any enjoyment from this side of their lives.
Both had extensive and thorough physical examinations, and there were no signs of medical issues coming into play. We were stonewalled about what the roadblock was for these women. And to have two having the same unexplained issue really made us question our confidence and ability to individuals with their sexual issues.
And then a breakthrough came, one we kicked ourselves over when we realized we had not pursued such an angle from the start.
One day both Subject E and F were at the Institute to individually complete some new questionnaires which had been developed to classify their sexual leanings and inclinations. While waiting for their appointments the two started to chat together in the waiting room. They seemed to complement each other, and both wanted to continue their discussion more when they were called for their sessions.
They exchanged names and contact information, and even suggested to each other they get a drink and a bite to eat after each finished.
We were informed the receptionist about what had transpired, and we were a little apprehensive that they would share too much with each other and the effect it would have on each of their treatments. But we noted their records and decided to see the outcome of this encounter between them.
It was not until a few weeks later that the whole story of what happened came out when they together told me.
Emma is enthralled with this story and realizes for the last several minutes her vaginal sides have been throbbing against Donald’s cock to the point it is trembling within her. She tries to stop, but once this involuntary response begins there is no stopping it until they both orgasm.
“Donald, can you finish this story this way, or should we take a short break to take care of us right now?” Emma asks him.
Donald has been enjoying this development and is so close to the brink now, but he wants this encounter between them to continue on for a bit longer so replies, “That is up to you Mistress, I think I can finish the story this way, there isn’t that much more, but if you want immediate release we can break.”
Emma just smiles and settles herself again, and tells him to continue.
They had met after leaving the Institute at a nearby bar. For the next three hours, they just talked about anything and everything. They did tell each other why they were at the Institute and were amazed that they both had the same issue. They discussed that in detail, too, both confessing all they had tried and how nothing seemed to give them that extra spark to feel the ultimate thrill.
And then it happened. They each had had several drinks, so their inhibitions were lowered, which probably helped what occurred.
Their hands brushed against each other, ever so lightly, when they reached for a pretzel from the bowl at the same time. Both felt this electric shock wave run from their fingers up their arms, around their neck, down both their spines and chests simultaneously and centering in their pussies, making them throb with this unique reaction to something so simple and innocent.
They looked into each other’s eyes and knew they both had experienced the same thing. They just smiled at each other. Subject F quickly their and suggested they go to one or the other’s place. It was decided to go to Subject E apartment.
There, Subject E brought out a bottle of wine for them, and sitting on the couch facing each other, they suddenly were a bit shy. Maybe it had just been a weird electrical shock. But hesitantly they reached their hands to each other and just stroked the other’s inner arm gently.
Again both felt this wonderful wave crashing through their bodies. They leaned in and kissed each other, and as they did, they felt their juices rushing from their vaginas like a cascading falls pouring out of them. Their panties were soaked. They kissed and caressed each other’s faces, necks, and back as they did. The sensation kept going, getting stronger and stronger.
When they came up to breath, they gasped at each other in wonder. The rest of that evening they just petted each other, kissed some more, and talked and talked. They had so much in common and seemed to have such similar outlooks on life and interests. Neither wanted to admit completely the feelings that were running through them, but they knew it was something big.
Subject F stayed until the wee hours of the morning, and then reluctantly left after one more long lingering kiss. They agreed to get together the next day, meeting at a museum they both enjoyed. How they managed to get through the couple hours at the museum I don’t know, but they did say towards the end, sitting on a bench side side looking at a painting their fingers touched, and they ended holding hands which seemed like such a natural thing for them to do.
They went back to Subject F house this time, and over drinks, they began to make out once again. This time unbuttoning each other’s blouses, which were soon abandoned, and they were squeezing, caressing, licking, and sucking each other breasts.
That sensation of feeling a woman’s soft lips thrilled them so much more than when any man had done so. They realized there was something different about it in a way they both had so longed for.
They ended the evening in just their panties, exploring each other everywhere but ‘there’ – both were still somewhat hesitant to ‘go below the waist’ yet. But both felt these different and wonderful rushes running through them over and over. Nothing either had ever experienced before.
Subject E spent the night, and they cuddled and held each other throughout. Waking now and then needing to kiss and feel the softness of each other more for a bit before falling back to sleep. morning they knew they would be together from now on. It just was apparent to them both. It would take time until they worked and learned to fully enjoy each other, but the bond between them had been forged, that they knew.
Over the next week, Subject E moved in with Subject F. During that time, they did try to explore ‘down there’ as they referred to it. First, moving their fingers inside each other’s panties at the same time, using their own knowledge of what they like the best to do to the other.
And that started to work for them. The feel of someone else’s soft fingers on their slit, getting wet and then pressing into their vag to move, to rub and pinch their clit, offered that piece to each which was always missing. They came together for the first time after playing this way for an hour or so one morning.
Nothing could be better.
They tried different things, going down on each other for the first time, tasting each other’s juices and then kissing to share each with the other; fingers up their vag finding the g-spots and working them well, and even just laying scissored together as they talked.
The talking and sharing and being so in tune with each other they acknowledge was a key part of it all. Both had been with men who they were drawn to and shared some interest, but never had they felt so comfortable talking about anything with. It was clear that they had fallen in love, something neither had really experienced before.
They had both canceled an appointment at the Institute the week following their meeting, and we were a bit worried if their interchange had a negative impact on them. But the following week they made an appointment, together, to meet with me, which is when they told their story.
After relaying all that had transpired, they finished telling me about their evening the night before which pretty much summed up the life they had now entered into,
Getting home from work, they greeted each other with a long lingering kiss as their hands ran up and down each other’s back and ass cheeks. Finally, breaking apart, they hurried to their room and shed all of their clothes. (At this point they loved being nude with each other when at home as they were just finding out each crease and crevice of the other’s body.) They groped and fondled each other for about a half-hour before heading to the bathroom where they drew a hot bath for them to share.
Lathering each other and using washing as an excuse, they took turns bringing each other to a hand climax a couple times each. This new ability was so wonderful to them they wanted to as often and as many times as they could. They took turns, Subject E leaning her back against Subject F’s stomach as F soaped and played with her breasts working down to do true between E’s thighs for several minutes. Then E rolled over, and F washed her back, ass and crack, pressing into her asshole some – a new play area they discovered, and both enjoyed so.
They switched positions, and E then wash F in the same manner. Finished bathing, they climbed from the tub and took their time drying each other off thoroughly. Then back to the bedroom where they took turns rubbing and massaging lotion into each other, first their back, then oh the fun of squirting the cool thick liquid first on the boobs to work in completely then drizzle down the stomach to smooth over down to the mons.
They interrupted their recital to mention that they had started to clip each other very short, so to enjoy the feel of each other’s skin when they rubbed together.
Legs were spread, and lotion dripped on the inner thighs and calves to work in. Finally, a large squeezed over their spread slit. Yes, they described how they spread each other’s labia, squirt a nice bit up and down the slit and then work it in as they brought their mate to another climax.
Once both lotioned, they spent another hour eating and licking and pleasuring each other in any way they could imagine. Laying on their sides, each other’s heads in the other’s cunt, they licked and explored. finding all the places which aroused them. They were already becoming well aware of each other’s pleasure spots.
Finally, sated, for the time being, they fixed dinner – it was after eight in the evening – and then spent a couple hours watching television as they stroked and petted each other.
When they went to bed, it was just the start of more play for an hour, until finally satisfied they clung to each other as they slept.
I warned them that such a level would probably not always last, but to enjoy their new discoveries to its fullest. I apologized for not realizing that we should have explored inclinations towards women for each, but they shot me down.
Together they told me that it was not the fact that it was a woman, but that they had such a strong attachment to each other from when they first met. Neither thought they would have been interested in just any woman, nor would they had been able to open them up to all the feeling and aroused state they both now had.
I pondered what they said, and it was almost a year late that I realized what they had meant. It was the connection, the syncing with each other, the caring and concern for each other, and their mutual interested and attraction to each other, which made them finally feel comfortable enough to enjoy the full magnitude of their sexuality.
That was a dimension which we at the Institute seemed to put aside as not a real entity in sexual interactions and relationships. It did open my eyes some, but it still took several years for me to really fully understand that element of things.
Emma, hearing Donald say this comprehends what he is alluding to. Yes, there has been that connection between them from the start – at least for her, which makes this between her and Donald work on the plane they have now risen to.
Smiling at him, but not commenting, Emma squeezes her vag side tight against his still hard cock within her. She begins to rock and bounce on him hard, up and down, squeezing on each downward thrust. Her quick movement this way catches Donald surprise, and it takes him a minute to get into the rhythm so together they can climb that mountain that they both love to fall from.
Donald reaches up and squeezes Emma’s breasts and nipples to hear her squeal with delight. She leans forward so he can do more, but also to kiss him deeply. She brings herself up almost off him to plunge down hard, so his balls spank her crack. Over and over, Emma rides Donald this way.
She is so close now and feeling the rapid trembling of Donald’s prick up in her she knows he soon will need to release. She kisses him again and tells him, “Go ahead, pet, come for me.”
Hearing this permission from his mistress sends a tidal wave over Donald, and while he would have liked to hold on for just a bit more, his sperm bursts from him, his balls emptying completely. Softening from the rock-hard orbs that they were.
Emma cries out as her back arches, feeling all the semen flooding up in her to mix with her dripping juices to create the delightful cocktail both Donald and she so enjoy.
Donald feels their mixed fluids trickle out of Emma, covering his balls and inner thighs below her. Such a nice shower to wash over him.
Both are drained now and fall on the bed together. Kissing and clinging as they face each other, Donald’s head on Emma’s shoulder as they fall to a nap for an hour or so.
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E112: Wednesday night – two more Subjects
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When both Emma and Donald have strongly, she pulls him up into her arms. This is different for Donald too. He is the one who holds Emma in his arms. But Donald feels safe cuddling against Emma, his ass against her crotch; his back against her soft breasts; Emma kissing his neck and softly stroking his shaft and thighs is magical. He feels like her sweet pet being pampered his mistress.
After laying quietly like this for a few minutes, Emma tells him to continue with his next subject as she wants to know about all of them.
“Actually Subject D and Subject G were similar in what was needed and what was done, though each a bit different, that they seemed as one Subject later. It is the same with some of the other cases,” Donald begins.
Not all our subjects came from the mall surveys, they were a good source of finding individuals with unique desires and needs, but the institutes I worked at over the years were also well known, and people would contact us directly at times, or we would recruit in other ways.
The first I worked at while completing my masters was in the Sexual Studies Department at Cornell University. Then when I was at Dartmouth my advisor and mentor had me working at the original Institute for Sexual Exploration (ISE) in Hanover, New Hampshire. The success of its initial study (the mall surveys) led to the opening of other ISE centers around the country. As I mentioned, usually in less populated and more middle-of-America locations. I worked at the center in Syracuse, New York for six years; moved to open a center in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and was there for seven years; then five years in Cincinnati, Ohio, at a new ISE there. Four years ago, after my mentor and founder of ISE died, I moved here to work at the Institute we had founded here.
I have been on the national board of ISE for almost twenty years, and I am the co-director at this site. Two years ago, when my third book, and the bestseller, was published, I agreed to teach classes at the university here in their sexual studies department. Already I am losing interest in teaching as it takes away from research and writing, but I will continue to do so for a while. Which is how the lecture came about which you attended.
Donald does not know why he feels compelled to tell Emma the whole outline of his past, but lying here, her holding him, feeling safe and secure in her arms it all just tumbles out of him. He knows this is not what Emma is waiting to hear, but he feels it so important for her to know how he has gotten to here, in her arms, now.
The stroking and slight squeezing of his shaft that Emma is administering as he talks lets him know that she is not upset with his slight diversion. Donald continues.
But I digress, it was while it Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania that Subject D was introduced to me. Subject G I encountered in Cincinnati, Ohio, about seven years later. Both were almost mirrored situations, at least how they began.
Subject D and G’s husbands approached the Institute seeking with their wives. Neither wife showed any real interest in sex, which ruined the whole experience for the husbands. The men both swore they loved their wives, and would not leave them, but the wives total disinterest in sex was becoming detrimental to their relationship.
On further interviews with the husbands, before even meeting the women, the similarity of the pattern of the two women became apparent. Their relationship with their husbands; how they had even expressed that they viewed sex as a ‘chore’ they had to do; and their habits of finding a way to avoid intimate situations.
Actually, I did, at times, wonder why I agreed to the second, Subject G, as when I started it seemed it was just a repeat of the previous couple. Though I thought to see the same situation with slightly different variables might offer an opportunity to gauge if there were differences in the results. Little did I realize the different dynamics which would come into play.
Both husbands described the situation from the start of their marriages as the women not being all that interested and acted like sex was a sacrifice they needed to complete. They would lift their nightgown and take their panties off, lay on their backs with legs spread waiting for their husbands just to stick it in and pump away. Any real foreplay was brushed aside, and their squirming and semi-shunning when the men would try even finger play made the husbands realize that to try to please orally would be a big mistake.
And the wives touching the penis or considering oral on their husbands were well out of the sphere of possibilities it seemed.
Interesting, both men described their wives as rather controlling and in , telling them how things should be done, managing almost all aspects of their lives. One couple (Subject G) was older, in their late fifties, with two grown sons, who the rather smothered even though they were married. The other couple (Subject D) had not had , the wife’s insistence, and were in their late thirties.
Each husband described as their ideal situation to strive for was a wife who was more subservient and open to enjoying sensual interactions. Someone not needing to be in complete control, who was more sexually awakened. They wanted their wives to be willing to explore new possibilities to them come to enjoy sexual relations with their spouses. Both men also mentioned they desired more displays of affection, kissing, hugging, holding, caressing – all things their wives did only to the minimum.
I sympathized with their situations but realized that not only would the women need to be trained and in a way ‘reprogramed,’ but the husbands would need to truly hone their skills to make their wives receptive to new and different things.
The men were assigned to colleagues to them learn how to properly finger and lick and suck a woman. They started first with a model of the female figure to learn each part and basic techniques. Then they spent hours with a female doll, which was very lifelike and programmed to respond when proper form was used.
These two couples were more or less happily married, so we did not do any physical interaction with them, rather we used tools, models, and dolls for them to practice and interact with. As the studies progressed we did take samples of each of their fluids for their spouse to taste and get used to. But I am getting ahead of myself.
The women came in for a set appointment, which their husbands had told them to attend. In the special waiting room set up for them, all of the printed materials around were magazines of erotic stories or illustrations. The television was showing a level interaction of a couple caressing and kissing, the first phase of foreplay.
It was interesting; both women picked up magazines to glance at, tossed them aside quickly when seeing the content, but after somewhat watching the program on TV, picked up a magazine again and began looking at it and reading some of it.
We left both in the waiting room for almost an hour to get fully absorbed into both the television show and the magazines’ offerings. Under observation, the whole time. When we saw them reach that rosy glow in the face and neck state they were asked to come back to the office.
I had female assistants meet with them first to explain what the institute was about and how their husbands had asked us to them. Both acted somewhat repelled at first, but the assistant assured them that things would be taken slow, and we would be trying to them to find more enjoyment in their intimate relationship with their husbands.
Through interviews and therapy sessions to start, we got to the root of both of their negative feelings about sex - mainly family influence and much misinformation about it being a wife’s duty, not to be enjoyed. Once we mastered that initial hurdle we began helping them to learn to bring themselves to a state of pleasure first. Watching through the one-way windows in the rooms and the tapes later it was very illuminating to see them being trained and trying to use a vibrator for the first time.
The woman began to enjoy herself rather quickly during this period. And seemed to begin to understand that sex was something to take pleasure in. The vibrators stimulating her clit and a dildo she pressed up in her brought her to a sexual state. She still had not allowed her to relax and release enough to experience her first orgasm, but she was getting close.
During this time, I was also meeting with the couple together, helping the husband to be more vocal in what he would like to have between them. We had them spend a night together under observation, and the woman did allow herself to be caressed, kissed and fingered her husband to reach a level of arousal, the first time ever with him.
I had told the husband not to press for her to complete the sex act the first night, but the woman got into such a frenzy she began to beg her husband to take her. When he entered her, unlike all the times in the past, she was wet, dripping, and well lubricated to enjoy the friction of him pressing in and out of her. After, he told us that her vag had begun to clench against his shaft and hold him tight on each inward thrust.
She had finally learned that sex could be fun and appreciated. But we were not done.
The assistants worked with her to gradually learn to stroke, jerk, and finally suck a cock using the model, and then the doll. They coached and assisted her in how to hold, squeeze, lick and take more and more of the cock into her mouth. It did take a lot of encouragement for her to get comfortable, and I do have to admit watching the sessions were amusing to see her develop her skills.
I should mention, the husband showed true skill in finger and tongue play of a woman’s wonder area. He was like a duck to water, quickly learning the exact spots to touch and lick to bring a woman the greatest joy. He had said that as they had married young, he had not had that much previous experience doing such things, but you could see the determination he had to make sure he could fully pleasure his wife.
Actually, watching his session helped me learn better techniques myself, become more aware of a woman’s reaction to different methods. I realize that before that time, while I prided myself thinking I been giving excellent to a woman - as many told me I did a good job - that perhaps most had been placating me.
Donald is somewhat amazed at himself from that last statement. Until this moment, he had never acknowledged he had not been that ‘great of a lover’ for many years when he was . Yes, woman had praised him, but just as women could orgasms to encourage their lovers, they probably did often laud mediocre performance.
He blushed deeply at this realization, which did not escape Emma’s notice.
“Donald, my pet, perhaps you were not the best early on, but from this subject and your continued learning and observations, the time you began helping me, you seem to have mastered the techniques rather well,” Emma tells him sincerely as she hugs him close.
This brings tears to Donald's eyes as he realizes that yes, he has been a rather vain and arrogant man throughout his life, but now with Emma things are becoming so different, and he feels more modest and humbler about things.
He goes on with this part of the story.
the time both had honed their skills, they were so ready to move to this higher plane. We had insisted that they do not try any of the new techniques they were practicing on each other until we told them they were ready.
Another night was scheduled. They met with me first to discuss what would happen that evening, and if both were ready for this step. It was fascinating how the wife’s demeanor had so changed. Rather than telling her husband what to do, expecting him to get her coffee or anything else she needed, she was now deferring to him.
She said she hoped she would be able to pleasure her husband how he deserved, no more talk about it being an obligation for her.
We watched their interaction in the room after the discussion.
The husband sat on the bed and beckoned her to come sit on his lap. She did without question. Their long and lingering kisses went on for over minutes, and her enthusiasm for kissing and licking his neck and ears seemed insatiable.
He moved his hand to unbutton her top and slide his hand into her bra to squeeze her boobs, and rather than slap him away, how he had stated she always did, she giggled and even purred as he caressed each breast. When he unhooked her bra and lifted it enough so he could pinch her nipples, she let out a satisfying moan.
I had encouraged him to take his time with her so as not to scare her, and his pace was perfect. As he slipped her top and bra off her, he kissed her lips and then ran his tongue down her chest to her tits. Cupping each breast, one at a time, he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked and sucked them while the wife just groaned with intense gratitude.
As he did, she fumbled to undo his shirt and push it off him, together they fell on the bed continuing to touch and lick each other’s upper bodies.
Then the husband made his move, he unzipped her pants, and slithered his hand down over her mons to her slit, which was already wet and waiting for him. Never had she been so ready for sexual play before. He kissed her deeply as his fingers played up and down the slit, rubbing and pinching her clit, then moving to press into her vag and find her g-spot. The wife was a raging bag of hormones then.
Her hands groped for his crotch and first rubbed up and down outside of his pants against his cock. His moan was loud and long, this was the first that she ever really even attempted to touch his prick.
When she scrambled to undo his pants to touch it in the flesh, he confessed later that he almost came for feeling her do that finally. But the night had just begun.
Both were soon undressed and groping with each other as they twisted and turned on the bed. And then, he maneuvered her to her back, spread her legs, and dipped his head down between her thighs.
Feeling his lips and tongue on her cunt for the first time released this primal growl from her. She came for the first time in her life. Visible shudders ran through her body as she arched up to him, and her whole body turned this shade of deep pink rose which was amazing to watch.
The husband slowed for a few minutes, just caressing her thighs and stomach as she composed herself, then went right back to it, bring her to a second orgasm in a half-hour.
The kisses she bestowed on him were deep and meaningful. She licked her juices from his lips and tongue, tasting herself for the first time. The husband was completely overwhelmed that she did this so willingly.
She reached her hand down and caressed his now very hard cock, playing with the glans and running her finger over the slit in it. She looked him deep into his eyes, shyly smiled and lowered herself to take him into her mouth for the first time.
The wife also had been learning her lessons rather well and did a nice job of taking first the glans in her mouth as she jerked his shaft, then licking up and down it before taking more and more of it in her mouth as she squeezed his balls.
The husband was out of his mind when she went even lower and took one ball after the other in her mouth to suck on to fill them with his sperm and semen in readiness. Then back to suck him deep into her mouth and throat. We had known the husband’s size, which was above average, so when the wife was being trained, we made sure we used phallic of the same size for her to become familiar with what she would need to take in.
She did an admirable job and barely choked as she sucked and sucked him. Even tasting his precum, which brought a smile to her face. We could have not asked for better results.
We could tell from the husband’s body language he was close to coming when he moved from her enough to kneel between her legs and lift her legs up over his shoulders. She squirmed with delight, looking at his cock hard and ready to enter her.
The husband told us later that moment was wonderful for him, seeing the pleasure on her face as she actually looked at his cock posed to fuck her. In the past, she had either looked only in his eyes or over his shoulder, never at his manhood, and usually just squeezed her eyes shut when he went to go into her.
He rubbed his glans up and down her now dripping pussy, wetting it and then pushing up into her as deep as he could. She let out a cry of approval. Her legs hugged his neck as she pressed up to take more and more of him in as far as he could go. His balls were beating against her ass crack.
They banged and banged, both panting hard as sweat covered their bodies, but neither wanted to tip the edge yet. As we watched, we were astonished how long they kept this ravishing of each other up.
Finally, they succumbed to their base instincts, and both quivering and crying out, we observed them cumming simultaneously. The long low groan which emitted from the husband said it all. Together they had fully released all that for years they held back and denied each other and themselves.
They fell together clinging and dropped into a deep sleep. We left the observation room then, but later, when we watched the tape of them through the night they consummated their new beginning four more times before dawn.
When they left, and even more when we had a couple follow-ups with them a week and a month later, the wife was very docile and compliant to her husband. He seems much more confident in himself, and both seemed finally very happy in their relationship.
At this point in Donald’s story, Emma pulls him to her and tells him to show her the techniques he learned from this husband, which polished his skills. Donald grins at her and begins first to move his fingers between her legs, pinching and separating her labia to enter into her wonderful, wet, waiting sex cavern. He fingers her properly until Emma herself is purring with delight, and then moves to provide lip .
First one, then the other, the labia are sucked on until they swell and are dark pink. Spreading them apart, Donald focuses on running his tongue from Emma’s asshole - after circling it a few times, to her clit, which he sucks and nibbles at. Back and forth he goes, with stopovers to enter her honey cave to enjoy the nectar dripping from its sides.
Emma just squirms and giggles as Donald proves that he had sharpened his abilities from when he was . She does always enjoy when Donald fingers and licks her. Even with no others to compare with, well except Sasha that is – and the one time with Connie, she knows Donald has expert technique which brings her to such a happy state.
After he helps her a couple of times, and seeing how late it is now getting, Emma pulls Donald into her arms again and says, “So that was Subject D, what was different with Subject G? Or was it the same outcome?”
“No,” Donald tells her, “It took a rather different turn in the end.”
Subject G started out much the same. As I mentioned they were older, so that factored into it some too. The wife, through the counseling, did come to realize that sex was not a negative thing, and after learning to pleasure herself with vibrators and dildos, she was rather eager to see where this could all go with her husband.
As I said, she was more or less the dominant one in the relationship, directing him in what to do and what she expected. He did bend to her will but was a bit of a blowhard himself. It was interesting how much confidence he had, especially when away from her.
When we began to train him in fingering and licking, he claimed he knew how to do it and felt he was rather good at it actually. I am not sure where he got this idea from, I guess long ago memories of women before his wife. How I mentioned the realization I had watching Husband D, when watching Husband G it was apparent that his skills were very unremarkable -to put it nicely.
The assistants tried to work with him, we even had him use a model which would give a slightly acid taste, like touching the head of a battery, if incorrectly licking. And a tiny jolt if touching wrong, but he just did not get it. He improved somewhat, but not that much.
The first night he and his wife were together at the institute, his fingering was probably not the best, but the wife had come to like the feel of a phallic up in her so pushed his hand aside, rubbed her clit to wet herself and pulled him to her to enter her. He was ecstatic that she actually touched his cock in her cardinal lust and want him to fuck her. He did not last that long, but she did moan a good bit.
In the follow-up session with me, she was even more dominant than usual and made him confess in front of me that he needed much more training to be able to pleasure her. His pompousness had left him, and he was now completely under her thumb with the dire need to learn the proper way to pleasure his mistress.
There must have been a long and detailed discussion between them after that first night as he was now totally under her spell and would do anything to make sure his queen was truly satisfied.
And strangely, he seemed happy in this position.
He did come regularly, every other day for proper training as to how to correctly touch and tongue a woman. He would spend hours going over and over each step, making sure he got positive feedback from the trainers and the dummies he practiced on.
Meanwhile, the wife did try to learn to suck cock with her trainer, and seemed to take to it rather well, though the trainers heard her mutter a few times that ‘He is going to have to really prove himself to earn this reward.’
Yes, it was clear that the center of power would not be shifting, but it seems that the regime in place, ever fuller now, was where this couple would be the happiest at.
The second night, the full night, they were to be together, during the counseling session with me prior, the wife was very clear about her expectations of her husband. He promised her he would do whatever she commanded of him.
In the room, as we watched, the wife made him strip completely for her as she sat on the bed. She made him come stand in front of her as she examined his cock and balls, and for that matter his whole body, fully for the first time. She pinched and flicked at his privates and ass as she watched him harden.
From the husband’s expressions, each touch from her, even those a bit painful, was pleasurable to him. Feeling her touch on him, even in this examining way. Precum began to drip from him. The wife wiped in up with her finger and told him he better contain himself until she was ready.
Then she lifted her fingers to his mouth and made him lick them clean. He sucked his cum from her fingers eagerly.
She then stood and told him to undress her. Which he carefully did, caressing her body in the process. It was only then that she kissed him for the first time. She was the one completely in control, but it was a deep and long kiss, so she had to have been satisfied with his performance so far.
The wife leaned back on the bed and told him to kneel between her legs and show him how he had improved with his fingering since the first time. We could see him tremble as he began. He kept asking her if she liked it? Was he touching her in the correct way? She did tell him when he needed to shift a little.
After several minutes of this and seeing the wife begin to flush, she put her hands on each side of his head and pulled him to her crotch, telling him to show her what he had learned. He kissed her thighs before spreading her labia and beginning for the first time to eat and lick his wife. He started slowly to be sure he was doing it correctly but then began to speed up as he heard her sigh and thrash some.
She told him not to stop, keep going, and with a roar, she came for the first time in her life. We could see that she loved it. Postmenopausal she finally discovered what she had been missing all these years. And she was not going to stop.
She made her husband finger and suck her for the next hour as she came two more times. Only then she told him to stand as she sat up. In front of her with a semi-hard cock, she took pity on him and began to jerk him. When he again began to have some precum she slapped each of his balls, making him cringe as she told him he needed to control himself until she gave him permission.
Watching this scene of a newly emerged femdom and her willing slave was enlightening. I had observed some female doms with their subs before, but not the natural beginning of such a relationship. Yes, she had the run things in their marriage, but this was taking it now to a whole new level. And the husband seemed to be lapping it up like a good pet.
When she leaned and took his glans into her mouth to suck him his body trembled, and I worried he was going to shoot his load and bring her wrath down on him, but he kept himself at bay and just had a grin of delight on his face as his mistress favored him with such a treat.
It did not take long, and he was hard. The wife told him he now needed to show her how he could serve her properly. She spread her legs, and he came between them. She even guided him into her vag. Totally and completely in control.
As he pumped into her, again and again, she held his balls, squeezing them over and over. And then, to our surprise, her fingers moved to his asshole and began to rim and press into him. He shouted out in a mixture of shock and glee.
He was a in heat at that moment, and he begged her to allow him to as he could not restrain himself much more. As we could see her coloring she was on the brink now herself, she pressed her finger up in his ass more and told him to yes, , and make her do the same.
From the quaking of his body and the arching of her back, we could tell that he was exploding up in her, and she was milking him dry with the sides of her cunt against his shaft.
This final release for them both lasted several minutes until he fell against her body, and she wrapped him in her arms kissing his head and stroking his back.
We left them then. When we watched the tape of the rest of the night, they mainly slept, him in her arms, protected his mistress. In the early morning, she had him up and between her legs, licking her to a couple more climaxes.
She told him when she was sated that if he kept pleasing her in this manner, he would be allowed to fuck her from time to time. He readily agreed to whatever terms she set.
During the two follow-up sessions he was so catering to her every need, she talked mainly for them both, though would at times have him tell me how he felt about their life now. He was extremely happy, and when I asked if this was his preference over what he originally wanted, he gushed, saying it was more than he could ever dream of.
I did learn that he pleasured her multiple times most days, and she did allow him to fuck her at least once a day unless she was displeased with him about something. It seemed that he was her servant in more than just a sexual way too. He had retired and now was responsible for all the housework during the day, waiting on her hand and foot. And he reveled in this role.
He confided that she did regularly suck his cock too when he was in her good graces, and he had even submitted to wearing a cock cage when they would go out. He said he would do anything she wished him to do, and he realized he liked her taking the lead in things for them.
So as I said, while the two couples turned out differently, both found a satisfactory space for them to enjoy their marriages fully.
Emma has been stroking Donald’s cock as he finishes his story, and he is rather hard now. She whispers in his ear, “Do you think you have been my good pet today that you might be rewarded yourself?”
Donald flips to face her and says in such a humble voice it is almost foreign to Emma, “Mistress, I would enjoy that very much, but it is your decision if I have earned such pleasure or not.”
Emma laughs and kisses him, “Stand then, we will do it the same way.”
Donald quickly is on his feet, facing Emma sitting on the bed. She takes his cock and pulls him to her. She runs her tongue up and down and around his shaft and balls teasing him before taking his glans into her mouth.
She licks around the glans head and back and forth over the slit before nibbling at the ridge just below the glans, which drives Donald wild. Then she takes more and more of him in her mouth to suck as she strums on his balls.
Donald always loves Emma sucking him, but tonight, as her pet who she is giving a treat to, it is even more intense. When Emma leans back and pulls him between her legs he is ready to enter her and make his mistress happy.
He bangs and humps her for all he is worth. Deep in her to make her moan, then back almost out of her to thrust in again hard over and over. She is soon holding him is a vag grip on each inward push. He holds in place until the wave passes over her and allows him to continue to stork her. It is hot and passionate as the flames flying between them.
Donald wants it to last and last, but the craving between them is too much to sustain for long. Together they reach the peak, leaning and kissing deeply they fall over the abyss, cumming together in moans coming from deep in their throats as the waves crash over them.
Both exhausted now, it has been a long and full day, and now late, Donald falls back into Emma’s welcoming arms and presses against her sighing contently.
The last thing he hears as he falls into a deep sleep is Emma pondering, “Humm, a cock cage, eh?”
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E111: Subject C – Wednesday
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Posted:Oct 13, 2019 9:18 am
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Totally enjoying his mistress allowing him to have sexual intercourse with her, Donald is very tired when Emma tells him it is time for bed. So much happened in the last two days, everything is at opposite poles. He crawls to the foot of the bed to sleep at Emma’s feet. Where he knows he deserves to be.
His head on her calves, they both fall into a deep sleep until morning.
When Donald awakes, he realizes Emma is not there. But he hears her moving around in the house. He wonders what she is up to, especially when she returns to the room carrying a delivery box.
Emma greets him and says they need to get showered as he has a class to teach that day. They do, and Emma makes sure her pet is well-scrubbed and cleaned thoroughly. After drying him, she leads him to the bedroom where she has him sit on the bed as she opens the box.
“I think it would be a good idea for you to completely understand your position. I would hate for you to forget and assume you have any control over things just because you are not with me,” Emma says with a smile. She pulls out a pair of women’s silk panties and puts them on Donald.
The feel of the silk is rather interesting to Donald, he has never felt that sensation of having a pair of women’s panties on before. But he also blushes with embarrassment realizing what Emma is making him submit to.
And it doesn’t stop with just the panties either. A lace garter belt and black stocking are also put on him. Again, the feel of the stockings is exhilarating. Donald always enjoys the feeling of Emma’s stocking-clad legs rubbing against him, but to feel them on his own legs sends electrifying charges through his body.
Again, this is a mixture of shame that she is forcing him to wear these things and the pleasure of their feel against his body.
“I probably should have shaved your legs before putting these on so you can have the full feel of wearing women’s stockings. Perhaps I will have Sasha wax your legs this Friday too. Would you like that, my pet?” Emma asks.
Donald, contemplating that is flabbergasted. ‘Could he yield to such an action?’ he wonders. But replies to his mistress, “If you feel it should be done.”
Emma just smiles at him and leans down and kisses his forehead.
She finishes dressing him in his shirt, tie, pants, and jacket. Only he will know what he is wearing, but him knowing is enough of a surrender to Emma’s will. And feeling these rub against him as he walks, and even when lecturing, will be a reminder that Donald is now her slave.
Donald doesn’t fully comprehend why Emma is forcing him to wear this, but he does feel so in her power. Emma knows, though. From the research she did yesterday while he was in the corner, finding how best to get Donald to accept his new subservient position. The suggestion of some feminization feelings to help the man understand his obsequious position now was repeatedly suggested. And ordering online is so easy to get the things needed.
She does not think she will go much farther than this, but a few days of him wearing such things when dressed will go a long way she figures.
Donald is rather quiet for himself through breakfast, but Emma chats away about what is ahead for both of them today. He has his class, and then a few hours work at the Institute, being home by three o’clock. She has meetings to attend and will not be home until five.
Emma tells Donald that when he gets home, he should undress but leave the panties and stocking on. There will be something else left for him to put on to wear for her return.
Now Donald is fully embarrassed wondering what else Emma has in mind. And he knows Karen or Julie, or maybe even both, could see him dressed this way during the time before Emma’s arrival. Could he face that?
He does as he is told though. While he lectures, he keeps feeling the panties and garters rub against his ass cheeks. At the Institute it is hard to concentrate at the board meeting as his legs rub together to allow him to feel the stockings. He makes it through everything and is home by three p.m.
When he walks into the bedroom, he sees a very sheer, short, pink negligee. So translucent everything can be seen. And then he looks down, and there are matching high heels which he realizes are in his size. He sighs to himself as he takes his suit off, steps into the high heels, and pulls the gown over his head and smooths it against his body.
The softness of the negligee is delightful but trying to walk in the heels takes a few turns around the room to get the hang of. He looks at himself in the mirror with a mixture of horror and glee. It is interesting the responses he is having to what Emma is making him do, and he willingly deferring to her commands.
The research scientist in him comes out, and he realizes all this should also be documented. He hurries, as well as he can in heels, to his den and begins recording all that has happened since Monday, and his feelings and reactions to it. This is a very new sexual release to investigate even more. If Emma would agree, Donald is going to ask his mistress to include her responses to all this in the report also.
About an hour later, Donald hears Karen and Julie in the kitchen. He is so immersed in this newest development between Emma and him, he acknowledges that he does want to present himself to them. So Karen and Julie know the different order of things now.
It takes Donald a few minutes to mustard the courage to act, then he stands and walks into the kitchen. Karen and Julie see him as he is now dressed and on display and both gasp a little, but then act as it is the most normal thing in the world.
Later the two women will laugh and discuss the change in regimes which must have happened, now they just ask Donald if he needs anything. Donald is blushing which to them is rather sweet and cute, such a side of him they have never seen before in this so hubris man. He does appear so much softer and less prideful as he is now.
He asks humbly for a glass of water. Donald would so like a good scotch right now but knows he must wait for his mistress to allow it. Julie hands him one, he drinks it, and then thanks her returning the glass. The two watch him walk back out of the kitchen with a slight swing to his step brought on by the heels.
Wanting Emma to be so pleased with him on her return and needing time to contemplate his mindset about all that is happening, he goes to his ‘corner’ in the living room, puts his hands behind his neck and stands facing the wall, and thinks over things.
Emma coming in about an hour later grins as she sees Donald standing how he is. His whole outfit is charming to her. The gown through which she can see his pantie and gartered covered ass, the lovely stockings down to his heels. Somehow Donald dressed this way is arousing her, she is not sure why. It is seeing him in such a different way. She wonders how he feels about it.
Before going up to him, she hears Julie and Karen still in the kitchen and goes there first. They greet Emma with large grins on their face and talk quietly with her about what has happened. Emma briefly tells them about the DVDs she found and the repercussions which followed from that discovery. Donald wishes to yield to her will, and today’s actions to help him surrender to his new subservient role. The women giggle a little over this, all knowing Donald’s usual self-important manner. For him to accept a docile and obedient role now is amusing.
Julie and Karen hug Emma and tells her good luck, and they will support her in any way if she needs it. Emma assures them that this change will not go on too long, just long enough for Donald to accept this side of his nature now.
Which is what Donald has been mulling over as he stands in the corner. He heard Emma enter the room a while ago, and then leave. He can hear low voices talking in the kitchen, and his face reddens knowing what they must be discussing. The rush he feels about that going on adds to his insight into this different side to him now.
He does want to be Emma’s pet, her slave, her servile sub, bending to her will as she wishes. This position, allowing him to escape from his usual alpha-male face he presents to the world, is relaxing while being stirring. To leave all decisions to someone else, to be cared for like someone’s possession, all are an awakening discernment to Donald.
Emma returns, moves his hands from his neck, wraps her arms around his waist, and kisses his nape and shoulders. “Baby, you look so lovely this way. Are you enjoying yourself?” Emma asks him.
Donald turns to be in her arms facing her, kisses her deeply and admits that yes, he is enjoying this. Emma can tell how much he is from the bulge of his panties. There is even a little wet spot on them from his precum.
As she lets Donald kiss her lips, cheeks, neck, showing his total devotion to her, Emma moves her right hand to squeeze his cock through silk panties. Donald moans from the feel of the prick attention through the silk, a bit more precum stains them again.
“Now honey, go and make us each a drink, and let me see you walk around and model your outfit for me,” Emma tells him.
Once more, Donald sees the past being acted out in reverse. Just as he made Emma show off her new outfit and high heels over the phone so long ago, it seems now he must do the same in return.
He walks around the living room once for her enjoyment, a little shaky on the heels, but a worthy performance, then he goes to the kitchen to get drinks for them both. There, Julie and Karen just knowingly smile at him. They are putting the finishing touches on the dinner they are preparing for Emma and Donald.
Emma follows Donald into the kitchen and tells him to make drinks for the women as she invites them to stay for dinner with them. “Donald has been telling me about his previous subjects, I am sure you will enjoy the stories too,” Emma says to them. They replied that it would be interesting for them to hear too and agreed to join Emma and Donald.
Donald puts drinks for them all, a bucket of ice, and the bottle of scotch on the cart and wheels it into the living room. It will be an hour until dinner is finished cooking, so Emma suggests he begins his next tale.
Julie and Karen sit in chairs facing the couch as Emma sits on it, and Donald kneels at her feet. Dressed this way, in his subservient position by his mistress, being watched by others now does send chills running through his body. How has Emma found this way to make him feel so provoked?
“Donald, why don’t you begin telling us about Subject C,” Emma prods him.
Sitting at Emma’s feet, feeling the stockings, panties and soft gown against him, and the heels under his legs slightly pushing against them, Donald begins:
Yes, the next was Subject C. It was seven years from Subject A the topic of my master’s thesis, and four since my dissertation was accepted, and I had graduated with my Ph.D. I had taken a job with a sex research institute in upper New York where my mentor had gone. I worked with him more on that research survey we had begun at the college. There were teams all around the country now gathering data for us. I spent most of my time just compiling and analyzing the findings. That study in time would be the base data I used in all other research.
After a while, another woman from the mall survey near the institute contacted us in reply to our invitation. When I interviewed her, her situation suggested she would be rather good at the physical testing as Subject B was.
It seemed that she was very sexually active, and while often aroused, she never had been able to cum. Not from someone else’s stimulation or even masturbation. She had been with men and women and had many toys and vibrations trying to reach a climax, but she just never could. And it was so frustrating to her.
The women snuggle in to hear this recitation. Karen asks, “And you ‘cured’ her?” Emma and Julie, both grin at her, knowing what she is doing, Donald does not see the exchange pass between them.
Donald starts to answer in his usual pompous manner, ‘Of course I did.’ But before he opened his mouth to speak, this new demeanor about himself swirled through him, and instead he meekly replied, “I tried my best to help her.”
The three women nod to each other, acknowledging Donald is in a new and very different place. “Go on Donald,” Emma tells him.
Before he starts up again, he leans against Emma’s thigh, where he feels so comfortable now, he takes her hand in his, and with the fingers of his other hand, Donald begins gently rubbing her inner arm from bend in elbow down to wrist and back with just the tip of two fingers. A tickling sweetness begins there in Emma’s arm, and then buzzes out – first all the way up her arm, across her shoulders, down her other arm to her fingertips even.
Then as it goes on, she feels this electric current run down her spin, her ass, her thighs, calves, and even curls her toes. But the full wonderful shocking pulse centers on her pussy as she feels herself begin to throb as this vibration circles all through her.
She moans a little as Donald continues.
We arranged for her to have regular appointments. Much like before they included the physical time together, the follow-up with a researcher and her watching some tapes geared to her issue. She was a challenge for me to resolve.
Before her first appointment, I did a lot of research on the best methods, positions, appliances, and settings to help a woman reach orgasm. I found many suggestions, and before my time with her was done we had pretty much gone through the list.
Knowing her sexual background, I did think at some point if I was not succeeding a female assistant might also be needed, but that would come later. On her first visit she was taken to the examining room, told to undress completely and lie on the table.
I entered in my lab coat, put on gloves, lifted her legs to take her temperature. I was finding these pre and post readings an interesting dynamic for gaging; as much as the monitors put on breast/chests and thighs. All of us doing primary research at the institute besides recording our encounters did check these vital statistics each visit.
Hearing this, Emma’s mind wandered a bit. Donald never did any measuring like that with her, was she different from the start than the rest?
His playing on her arm is making her drip so, and she does desperately want a release, but Karen and Julie are there, and there is still dinner ahead.
Almost as if they know, the two other women say that dinner should be ready now, let them go finish things and set the table. Emma and Donald should join them when ready. Emma’s look of thanks tells them everything.
Emma still had on the loose, dress she had been wearing to the meetings, but today, with all the wonderful new erotic sensations running between Donald and her, she had not worn panties, just her garter, and stockings. As soon as Julie and Karen leave she tells Donald, “Pet, get between my legs right now, I do so need your devoted attention for a few minutes.”
Donald understands immediately, and now he on his knees between Emma’s thighs, his stocking rubbing against each other, and Emma’s holding the sides of his head with her stocking legs, he bends in to truly pleasure his mistress. His tongue works its way through her labia, sucking on them for a bit, but he knows she needs direct attention immediately.
He is surprised how wet and sticky she is from just his finger play on her arm. He must remember that for the future. His fingers find their way to her vag, wettened as they go to press a couple up in her and search for her g-spot to press. His lips and tongue find her clit to begin the wonderful sucking there.
Emma’s clit is like a third nipple for him to enjoy, and so much more from the fluid around it. Taking in all her juices as he sucks on it is almost like enjoying a real nursing session, sucking the milk from her breasts to enjoy. Suddenly Donald realizes this is a new sensation to consider. Him suckling Emma to fully have her fill him in so many different ways. He knows it is not an option, but he also realizes that from now on as he sucks her clit, those thoughts of nursing will pass through his head.
Emma comes hard and quickly with his help. She knows he is rather hard now himself. The idea of him having to walk into the kitchen in front of Karen and Julie sends this wicked little after rush through her. She stands, helps Donald up on his heels, his cock so trying to escape the confines of the panties, and hand on his ass, with a spank or two, directs him into the kitchen.
Karen and Julie are a bit wide-eyed at his entrance and condition. Not that they have ever felt anything sexual towards Donald, they do appreciate male endowments though not really drawn to them. And yes, instead of Dr Ryan, as they always thought of him, he is just Donald to them now. They had been thinking of him more this way since Emma’s arrival in their lives, but in his current state, he is so much more human, and in such a role with them.
They all sit at the table, Emma at the head, Donald beside her in her usual seat, and Julie and Karen across from him. After serving the food, Emma tells him to go on with his recount of Subject C as they eat.
Our first exam was mainly checking her erogenous zones and her reaction to them. While she had gotten wet and breathed heavily from several areas, she did not allow herself to fully release. After, during the consultation with her, I asked her to give me more details about what she was feeling, and if she felt she was moving closer to that final spillover.
She had tears in her eyes as she told me it all felt so wonderful to her, but while so close to the cusp, she just seemed to shut down before jumping over. I told her not to worry, we had time, and we would see if she could get to that leap she so wanted.
Over the next few months, twice a week she was on the table, I tried hand manipulation, lip service, vibrators, toys, all did get her to a highly aroused state but just nothing to get her to climax. Several times she was so close, but something in her just seemed to shut down and nothing.
A female associate tried with her too. By then, we had moved to the bedroom lab so she would feel more relaxed. I watched as she licked and sucked and finger Subject C with no positive results. Then the two of us together tried.
I was up in her, my associate was licking her clit from below and pinching Subject C’s nipples, nothing. I tried spanking her to see if this would help, but nothing. Even the highest-level vibrator pressed against her while she was otherwise stimulated didn’t seem to help get her to trip the light fantastic.
Our research team was at a total loss as to how we could get her over this hump. We reviewed once again her responses to different visual stimulation, and under scrutiny, we discovered that any of the scenes with running water gave off the largest responses from her.
Six months into this with Subject C and we might have found her Achilles heel for total release. But would it be, or would she be so offended and upset if we tried it? We discussed how to bring this into a possibility for her and came up with a plan.
Her next appointment started with her in my office for a consultation. I explained what we had found and how it might be the answer. She blushed and stammered some in response, but then nodded her head affirming she wanted to try.
In the bedroom lab to begin, we both undressed, and I did hand, lip, and vibrator stimulation to help her work her way toward the cusp once again. When her breathing, color, and movements said she was so close I told her to get to the adjacent bathroom right away.
She scurried there; she so eager to see if this would work.
I walked in behind her. She was sitting on the toilet; her legs spread wide. I walked up between her thighs and pointed my prick toward her clit. “Start,” I told her.
She did begin to pee all that had been building up in her. As she did, I began to spray my urine directly on her clit. She cried out in joy, feeling that hard stream against her. Her back arched and this heat seemed to rise from her.
She was ecstatic. Her body shook and shook as she had her first orgasm completely and fully.
Once she felt that pleasure running through her, I took her back to bed and fucked her hard and long, she now was able, knowing where it could go, to come over and over.
We did allow her a few more visits to the Institute, with my associate or me to assure she was now fully able to release and enjoy to the ultimate. She did beg for the water play a few times to start things, but once feeling where she could ultimately go she soon was able to climax in several situations. Though the urine play was added to her mix.
On the six months follow up with her, we learned she had found someone who also had that kink, and together they were having a very erotic sexual relationship.
Donald, completing his story, and dinner finished, he amazingly cleared the plates from the table for them all as the women finished their glasses of wine. It is enjoyable watching him in his heels move around the kitchen, being the one cleaning and washing the dishes. This new attitude over him is so arousing it many ways to Emma.
Deep down she misses being controlled by Donald, but this side he is showing is so sweet and adoring that it does bring out other lustful feelings for her too.
Karen and Julie amused by all that has happened this afternoon; their head full of more research material for their own dissertations; and suddenly the idea of water sports swimming in their heads; give a hasty goodbye to Emma and Donald and head to their cottage.
When the dishes are done, Emma directs Donald to the bedroom, pushes him down on the bed, undresses completely as he watches lustfully. She pulls off his panties which his rock-hard cock has been trying to escape and his high heels.
She climbs atop him and feels the wonderful silkiness of his stocking on her thighs, his negligee against her breasts – there is something so arousing about this she realizes. Emma is so wet and wanting right now, she presses herself down on Donald’s waiting and wanting cock to fill her vag.
They both quickly fall to fucking hard and fast. Donald is feeling the sensation of his feminine clothing also, and it is adding to his mounting pleasure. Where have they gotten to, in such a short period of time really?
This discovery for himself, of a totally unrealized side of him, is euphoric. The different sides that Emma offers him is beyond Donald’s wildest dreams.
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E110: Subject B – Tuesday night
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Posted:Oct 12, 2019 12:50 pm
Last Updated:Nov 26, 2019 3:07 pm
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Emma is so enjoying Donald’s finger attention to her. She always has, but today, him trying to redeem himself with her it seems he is paying extra close attention to making sure he does perfectly hit each wonder spot.
She ponders if this is how he did it the first time with Subject A to get her to appreciate her desires. And when he looks up at her and asks if he could please pleasure his mistress with his tongue, Emma knows she is in for an extraordinary experience.
And it is. Donald spreads her labia wide sucking on each to swell them. Then the inner ones the same. When they are pink and puffy, only then, after licking and nibbling at her inner thighs some, does he move into Emma’s pleasure dome.
He displays the advanced skills he has developed over the years, making Emma moan and arch as she cums three times in quick succession. Donald is always good with his oral play, but today he is outdoing himself in his search for redemption.
She is withering on the couch from his devote attention. She feels his hardening cock on her calf as he leans in for more, and the dripping of precum is evident as he, like a in heat, humps her leg as he licks and sniffs her.
“Donald be good,” Emma warns him. And then pulls him away a bit and tells him to go stand in the corner.
As he stands facing the wall near the fireplace, he hears Emma moving around some. He would love to know what she is doing but knows he dares not peek. And then as if Emma can now read his mind, she is standing behind him, and moving the mask over his eyes to block out all light. That same mask he used on her that first night. Everything seems to be circling around in the other direction now.
Donald can hear Emma move away and her typing on her laptop. ‘What is she doing?’ Donald wonders.
Emma, thorough and resourceful as she has become, she spends an hour searching and ordering things to add to this new regime between them as Donald stands facing the wall. Some will be delivered tomorrow, others it will be a few days. But the important ones will be here in the morning to start things rolling.
When she finishes and closes her laptop, she walks over to Donald standing with his hands behind his neck in good submissive position. She runs her finger from the nap of his neck up and down his spine, sending tingles through his body. Down over his crack to his ass hole to press against it some before rising again.
It only takes four or five rounds of this for Donald to begin to harden. Emma takes his shaft in her hand and squeezes it and jerks it, but whispers in Donald’s ear, “You can enjoy this but do not cum. Not until I tell you that you can.”
Donald nods his head in understandment. The feelings running through him, as he is blindfolded seem more intense. What otherwise would have been a thoroughly enjoyable experience, now bring goosebumps rising all over him as he feels these waves of electric currents pulsing through his body.
His concentration on not cumming making the experience even more powerful. A little precum does drip from his glans. Emma spanks his cheeks gently a couple of times and says, “What is this?” She wipes the precum on her fingers and raises them to Donald’s mouth the lick.
Donald has licked his precum with Emma before but in a very different way; being forced to lick his own cum now makes his mind reel. Emma is taking to this role like a fish to water.
She removes his blindfold, and he blinks at the light, adjusting to it. Emma tells him to get her a drink and then assume his position by the couch. It is time for telling about his next subject.
He does as directed and Emma soon has a scotch on the rocks beside her, Donald between her legs, again stroking her thighs and cunt to make her wet and happy.
‘So Donald, I take the next subject was Subject B. When did this happen, and what was her ‘condition’ you helped her with?” Emma asks him.
Donald clears his throat, and Emma gives him a sip of the drink, and he begins:
Yes, Subject B was the focus of my doctoral dissertation while I was at Dartmouth College for the next three years. Well not with her the full time, just six months. She was a woman in her fifties, and I was just in my mid to late twenties, so it was interesting the age gap but did add some to my research.
She was post-menopausal and had been married for only a few years in her thirties. That marriage was unsatisfying to her as she never relaxed enough to enjoy sex with her husband.
That I would learn later, but how she came under my scope was from the random surveying I was having conducted for my mentor as I studied there.
At that time, some of the interns would conduct mall research of a very mild nature to get some cross-sections about peoples preferences and interests. When approached by an intern, who did each has specific criteria as to who to invite, the person could say yes or not interested in participating. In itself, the number of individuals who agreed was gratifying.
If they agreed they would be taken to a closed-off shop which we set up as a research lab of sorts. There were separated stations for individuals to sit and complete the half-hour survey. They were asked to choose the answer to each question which closes fit their inclinations. Some were more demographic; some basic information about their beliefs and attitudes in general; and others interspersed were as I said, mildly, geared towards sexual likings.
After they completed the survey, they would be taken to another area where monitors were attached to their forehead and chest area. Then for about fifteen minutes, they watched a series of pictures which on the surface appeared normal but if look at in the right way or have certain penchants the individual might see something different, and their heart rate and such would change. That was what was monitored.
When they finished, we gave them a card and brochure about our department at the university, explaining how the research would be used. We never asked for contact information from any of the survey responders, we had the data about their age, race, sex, etc., but did not want them to feel hesitant in their answers because we knew who they were. The geographical element was derived from where we conducted the research. Yes, some might be visitors to the area, but we factored that in.
If individuals had interesting responses to the survey and pictures, they would be encouraged to contact us if they had questions or interest in doing further, more intense, studies with us.
Subject B was one of those invited. Her survey answers were rather repressed in nature, but her response to the pictures, almost all of them, showed she was rather aroused by all she saw. Later in the study with me, I asked her about that day, and she did admit that when she left, she felt this wetness between her legs, something she never really had before.
“But that is getting ahead in the story some,” Donald finishes.
He pauses long enough to kiss and lick Emma’s inner thighs to get her to moan deeply as his fingers work their way up to the cavern of sweet nectar he so wants right now but knows it will be denied him until this recitation is finished. But for now, he can feel the lovely juices drip on his fingers as he rubs up and down Emma’s slit.
He returns to the story of Subject B:
All of the data was compiled and analyzed, giving us a good cross-section of at least the New England area, which was in itself an interesting demographic. Later these studies would be conducted around the United States, covering individuals from eighteen to ninety-five for a larger pool to compare and contrast different data groups.
It is interesting that all of the sex research centers and institutes did all reside in rather puritanical areas, Missouri, Indiana, central Illinois, us now here in the deeper south. While we all do study the more urban and forward areas of the country, to really understand the general population’s views, desires, and needs doing so in these locations did give a better feeling for the general public.
When I reviewed Subject B’s responses, I hoped I would be able to interview her more about these major contradictions. But as we never asked any of the survey takers their names or contact information, rather leave the door open to contact us, I could only wish for her to contact us.
After about a month she did call, and after working her way through preliminaries with others, she was brought to me for a full interview.
That was when I learned about her past and lack of sex life. I explored things with her, just discussing what she did, what made her happy, the public views she expressed about things. Then we got to the guts of the matter. Forget the prim and proper front she displayed, what did Subject B really feel and desire?
I had her watch the initial slides again and tell me what she was seeing. She was very hesitant at first just saying she saw the landscape and tree. I pushed her then to ask did she see the couple, naked, laying together? She blushed and admitted she did. The first few pictures went like that, me probing her to say what was there. Soon though she was admitting to what she saw immediately as the slide appeared.
About halfway through, I asked her what she was feeling looking at these pictures. She stuttered some then admitted she felt that wetness between her legs again. I just patted her hand and told her that should be expected.
After we finished, I first scientifically explained why she had these physical reactions to viewing the pictures. And then asked if she would let me examine her to see just how aroused she had become.
It took her a minute to agree to that. We went into an examining room, and I had her get up on the table on her back. I put on rubber gloves and then rubbed her stomach a little to calm her before I lifted her dress to above her waist. As she lifted herself as requested, I took down her pantyhose – with some difficulty as they were control tops – and then her panties to her knees.
I told her to just relax as it seemed for the first time she felt someone’s fingers spread her labia and run up and down her slit. (I learned that the man she married, and the only man she ever was with, was more of a slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am type guy who never touched her below the waist, and only rarely her breasts even).
I could see her shivering from my touch, even in a clinical way. I asked her if she responded this way when she had a GYN examination and in a small voice, she admitted she tried to hide it then but did feel this strange sensation run through her, which she never understood.
“You are a bit wet; I think you would be more, but you have denied yourself such pleasure for so long,” I told her as I stepped back and removed my glove.
The sigh of disappointment that it was already over was very apparent. I helped her pull her panties and stocking up on her, and we went back to my office to conclude our interview.
There I asked her if she would like to be a subject in a very special, and intimate, study to see if we could help her enjoy sex more so. She jumped at the chance. It seemed that just that little she felt from looking at the pictures had made her realize what doors could open for her and what possibilities there were.
We arranged that we would have three hours sessions to start, three times a week. I had a woman assistant explain the detail to her, what would be happening when her appointments were scheduled, and now, detailed contact information, physical and medical information, and such.
At this point, Donald realizes he is spending much of the time over this subject just giving background information, and from the look on Emma’s face, while she is interested in the build-up, she is getting impatient for him to get to the nitty-gritty.
He moves to start serious finger and tongue play in Emma’s slit, which is so damp from his stroking her as he talked. He reaches for a towel they now keep near the couch for times like this, and as Emma lifts herself a little, Donald spreads it under her to catch what he does not devour.
Emma leans back and moans as two of Donald’s fingers slide up into her vag, and he leans to lick and suck her clit. Biting it gently to make it balloon some. Pitching her labia some to get the blood flowing there adding to all she is feeling.
His tongue leaves her clit for a second to run up and down her slit, gathering her juices to wettens her clit with lubrication as he returns to feed on it. Emma is enjoying the attention Donald’s is paying to her. She lifts and spreads her knees, so her feet are now on the sofa cushion.
Leaning back as she is, Donald has a delightful view of Emma’s throbbing cunt and even her honey pot which seems to be calling him. He twists some so while his fingers are still in Emma’s vag dancing around, his head and tongue lower to lick up to her rosebud so sweet and inviting looking.
Emma gasps at his first lick around her rectum. “Oh, oh,” she cries out.
The caress of his tongue teasing her ass so, sticking in her a little as he fully rims her, while his fingers move expertly in her are sending vibrations through her whole body. How wonderful a feeling.
It is not long before Emma is gasping and mewing from the attention she is receiving. Donald, as her sex slave, it is so rewarding an experience. She wonders how long she can keep him this way. But then remembers what she has planned and knows she will stick to the timetable.
Emma raises her arms over her head, spread her legs as wide as she can, her back begins arching, and Donald feels her throb against his finger. Grasping and holding them like a vice. Emma cries out in the lust she feels as Donald takes her over the abyss. She is trembling so, he slows and moves away realizing after such a release, continue contact gets to be almost painful. Full of pleasure, but so tender now.
Donald goes and fixes her another drink as she composes herself, and then back to his spot against Emma’s knee, he continues his saga:
At Subject B’s first session, she was directed into a study room. The lights were lowered just to give a warm glow, there was a larger bed with just a sheet on it in the center of the room. The assistant handed her a robe and instructed her to get undressed and put the robe on. She was given fifteen minutes to get ready.
I came into the room, put latex gloves on. I figured trying to keep things as an ‘exam’ at first would help her. I told her to lay down, and I sat on the side of the bed. As I looked her in the eyes, I slide my hand under her robe to feel her right breast. I shook my head at her as she had not taken her bra off (and I was sure her panties were still on also).
“When you are told to undress for these sessions, it means you fully undress, we were offering you a robe to wear for the first few times to get comfortable with this. But if you are not willing to follow simple directions then I don’t see why we should take this further,” I told her in a stern voice as I removed my hand.
She had gasped when I had touched her, and almost whimpered when I removed my hand. There were tears forming in her eyes, hearing my admonishment. “I’m sorry, I just was…” she stuttered to me. I knew she was in a very sub place at that moment, and for her own enjoyment, in the end, I decided to make a point of it.
I told her to get dressed, and I would ‘give her one more chance’ at her next appointment to see if she was worth continuing with and left the room.
The assistant that showed her out a few minutes later reported she had tears streaming down her face as she left and begged them to tell me that she would do as required on the next visit.
In a way, that was an even better beginning than if we would have worked through the first session.
Donald does not see, but Emma gives a wry grin and thinks to herself, ‘So his total dominant nature and unconcern for other’s feels from the beginning are apparent. And in his relating to me about these Subjects he does not even know how telling about him it is.’
The next session, when I went into the room, she was already laying on the bed, the robe a bit parted at the top to show she did not have underwear on. The hopeful look on her face told it all.
I picked up where we were to have started a couple days before. I put the gloves on, reached into her robe and began to squeeze, rub, fondle her breast. Moving toward the nipple to pinch it before switching to the second breast. Her breathing got heavy quickly, and a flush came over her face.
“Tell me what you are feeling if you like what is happening, does it hurt you, pleasure you?” I said to her. There was a camera and microphone recording all that happened each time in the room.
That was standard practice in the studies from this point on. To document how the subject responded from the start. Subject B, nor any of them knew really, feeling if they did it might inhibit them. Oh, it was mentioned in the general release they signed when starting, but rather hidden in all the formal lingo so not to alarm them.
She began to talk, shyly at first, telling me she liked the feel of my hand on her. I moved to rub her stomach before returning back to fondle her breasts more. This session was just touching her upper body to see the results.
After about 40 minutes of such attention, I made her lift her legs and spread them, and I did run a finger up and down her slit to see how wet she was. More so than when she just looked at the pictures.
Things went on this way for several weeks of visits, moving to different areas, at first just touching and caressing her. Each time by the end, she would be wetter than the last time.
By the second week, I would begin and end each of her sessions by taking her temperature to see if the attention to her had an effect that way. Yes, anally, as that gave a better, more local shall we say, reading.
That embarrassed her immensely but seemed to add to the enjoyment she was starting to feel.
She did take to trying to lift her arms to my neck and pull me to her to kiss, but as long as just the finger play continued, I would not allow anything oral between us.
I did always watch when she arrived in the lobby for a session, and within three weeks, she, in her own way, began to shed her dowdy appearance and dress more provocatively. There was a swing in her hips now, and her usually grim look was replaced with a shy smile when she entered.
I knew it was time then.
She now undressed and laid naked on the bed awaiting the start of our session each time. She would be wet when I came into the room in her anticipation. That day after some touching and fingering, the gloves were now gone, for the most part, I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth. Her excitement at that was outstanding. Her moans and whimpers filled the room, and after sucking on each for a while and I moved down licking her stomach and hips, she was wiggling so to feel my lapping at her.
I reached her mons, and as I explore it with my tongue, my fingers played in her dripping slit. She was on fire now. Her cunt was actually hot to my touch. This woman, Subject B, had come so far in her evolution in such a short time.
I moved and licked her slit, stuck my tongue up in her vag, and concentrated on her clit. She screamed with ecstasy. I think that was her first, fully charge orgasm. She had cum before from my touch, but those were just a build-up to what she then felt.
That session ended. I documented it all, including her temperature rising a degree from the experience. Which was interesting. Subjects would often become flushed, and their skin warmed, but the actual physical evidence that it did change the body was so interesting.
Again Emma just somewhat shakes her head, hearing how analytical Donald describes his sexual interaction with his subjects.
Donald tries to wind up the account quickly now, he wants to pleasure, or be pleasured, if his mistress decides, so much now. His cock is getting hard again, not from remembering Subject B but from Emma’s lushest scent. His head against her thigh, facing her beautiful, inviting pussy, he can sniff in the heady smell of her juices.
Things moved quickly forward with Subject B. She had reached the state where she was aroused and enjoyed the pleasure being directed towards her. Again it was time for her to move a step forward past the set boundaries she had for herself but were now removing.
After a few minutes of finger and tongue play on her, I had her sit up on the side of the bed with me standing between her legs. She looked up and me questioning as her face was so close to my pants fly right now.
“Open it,” I told her. And after a slight nod of her head she did as told.
My cock bounced out at her, actually knocking against her nose from being released. She lowered my pants and underwear to the floor, where I stepped out of them. I lifted my shirt over my head and dropped it beside my pants. I told her to hold my shaft in one hand squeezing and jerking it and her other hand massage my balls.
During earlier sessions, besides the physical part, she would watch different videos of people interacting in foreplay and intercourse in all styles for her to become accustomed to such things. She was monitored while she did, like with the original slides. And her actual arousal from each she was watching carefully observed.
I knew that she was very aroused by oral play, so after having her jerk me to get me hard, I told her to take my glans into her mouth. She looked up at me with a trace of fear in her eyes but leaned and did take it in and began to suck it.
After a few minutes, I told her to take more and more in, which she did, choking a bit, but trying her best. She wasn’t bad for a beginner.
The next time, I had her lay on her back and suck me as I began to first finger her, and then lick and suck her. She was moaning from the start and didn’t really concentrate on multi-tasking, but her a really strong orgasm came within a few minutes of my lapping at her clit.
Juices poured from her, more than probably she ever experienced.
I forgot to mention, after her and my private physically sessions, and before her hour or so watching the videos being monitored, she would meet with one of my female assistants who documented what she felt, enjoyed, made her uncomfortable or did not like during each of her visits. All told, each of her appointments at the research center were for about three hours.
She kept returning, even though at first she claimed she did not like it at all. After a few times letting her say that, the interviewer confronted her about her assertion of not enjoying, but continued return. She broke down and admitted she liked, even craved for it all.
So her final session was upon us. One time, and that one time only, I did screw her. After she sucked me, and I fingered her. A short oral from me making her start to tremble, I moved between her legs and told her it was time.
She sniveled at me in such an aroused state to please, please, take her.
I spread her legs wide and lifted them up to my shoulders and ran my hard cock up and down her slit, moistening it. Then I began to push the glans up in her vag. She squirmed and whimpered but let me keep pressing more up in her.
She was rather tight and immediately did begin clamping against me with each thrust. Luckily she was wet enough to make it an easier go.
I rammed in and out of her for several minutes as she shook and cried out. I think she came a couple of times before she got the better of me and I shot my wad up into her.
She grabbed me around my neck as she spasmed one more time. She pulled me to her and kissed me deeply, the one and only time we did kiss.
After she calmed, I quickly put my lab coat back on, which is all I wore for these sessions where there would be full interaction and left her.
She had her follow-up interview, where she was told that we felt she was now ready to go out on her own and be able to meet someone who she could pleasure and they her in return.
For about a month afterward she was a bit of a nuisance calling asking for please one more session, but then she finally realized there would be no more. Six months later when one of my researchers contacted her for an assessment of how things were for her now, she was cheerful and happy.
She had met a man, and they did click together and had been enjoying each other’s company in every way.
My second success for helping individuals reach their full potential.
Emma laughed to herself once again about how pompous Donald could be about his research and successes. Perhaps some time being her sub will help him lose that need to be such a peacock about things at times.
She has been enjoying his gentle stroking of her thighs and higher as he tells his tale, she herself is rather wet and wanting at the moment.
During the telling of the story, Donald went between being rock hard to soft. Right now he is in the latter state.
“Donald, stand,” Emma commands him, “If you can jerk yourself nice and hard within one minute you may fuck me, but if not hard by the end of the minute you will be required to jerk yourself for twenty minutes, without cumming.”
Donald jumps in surprise at the command, but quickly is facing Emma, his hand beating his cock. Never has he ever, jerked himself while someone is watching. He realizes what Emma is making him do, is what he had ordered her to do. He feels this sense of total humiliation, but at the same time something is stirring in him to have to do this for his mistress.
He tries his hardest to become fully erect, but all these thoughts running through his head is making concentrating on the task he is to perform difficult. With only a couple of seconds to go, he does get himself in a well-aroused state.
The warm smile Emma gives him as she leans back against the armrest and spread her thighs is all he needs for her approval to come between her legs and press into her.
Emma’s warm and sticky cave around his dick is like feeling home again.
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E109: Donald begins telling about his former subjects: Tuesday afternoon
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Posted:Sep 23, 2019 8:51 am
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Emma rises from the bed, totally satisfied for now, her top and bra needing a little adjustment. Watching her, Donald finds himself getting hot again. Emma in the man’s shirt, just the two middle buttons hooked, her lacy shelf bra peeking out, no panties, so while the shirt semi covers her, seeing her clipped pussy peeping out is so arousing.
Emma just smiles at him like she can mindread what is running through Donald’s mind but tells him to “get his ass to the living room right away.”
Donald quickly complies and kneels the couch, waiting his next instructions. Emma is surprised those words come out of her mouth. She has never talked that way, but now in this new role Donald seems to have placed her she can be controlling and stern.
Emma comes into the living room with a bottle of wine and just one glass. Donald is twittering with delight, why he can’t fully comprehend, but the idea that she might deny him any pleasures enraptures him. He is wholly her slave now.
Emma sits on the sofa with him right of her left thigh as her pet. She fills a glass of wine and drinks gulp-fulls from it. When she fills her glass for the second time, she does lift it to Donald's lips for a sip or two.
“So Donald, I think we need to begin, and we will see where this leads. From the first, how did you choose your Subjects, and what happened with each? And why did you do it?” Emma inquires.
Donald gulps, how does he explain how it all began? It was so long ago when he was in graduate school. He had found this interest in human sexuality, the psychological and sociological aspects of it, especially. All from that summer before he started college. Never thinking he would make much from it, but he didn’t really need that much income since he had his parents estate to supplement him.
But then he had found ways to become rather wealthy on his own from his research, writings, and speaking. But now, to explain it all to Emma from the beginning. He knows it is time to, and suddenly he wants to so bad, but how to begin?
He explains to her basically what he is just thinking, and then, he turns to how the subjects began, the first one, Subject A.
Kneeling beside Emma as she leans back on the couch, sipping wine as he starts the tale, occasionally allowing him a sip too, he begins:
the time I was in graduate school, my interest, especially in the more diverse ways of people’s sexual needs and desires, was my focus. Later I would expand this study to include helping people realize their sexuality and how to release themselves enough to find their possibilities and boundaries.
Since that summer at the cape with the married woman, I really hadn’t been with anyone much. Yes, I know that is probably funny considering the field I was in, but I just hadn’t found anyone I was attracted to. A few random dates while I was at Harvard, but nothing to write home about.
Then while at Cornell, working on my masters, this woman a couple of years than me and living in the same dorm as I was, seemed to begin to focus her attention on me.
I lived in the dorms throughout my college years, it was just easier than worrying about an apartment or housing. The cafeteria food was readily available, I after my freshman year I had single rooms so I could just focus on my work without disturbances, for the most part, so all was good.
But anyway, back to Mary; that was her name which I would learn; who would become Subject A. She began popping up everywhere I was. If I was down in the lounge watching tv, she would suddenly appear. Just nodding hello but nothing else really. But sitting on a nearby couch and watching the show too. She would find herself in line for food near me and comment about the selection, but more just out loud, not to me specifically, or so I thought.
Mary was a junior that first year I was there. My focus was so directed to what I was learning to further understand all the elements of an individual’s sexuality, that I did not pick up the vibes she was sending me. So much for my observational skills at the time.
She more or less stalked me that year I realized later, but never in a menacing way to make me uneasy. But the next year, when I did have to find a topic for my thesis before spring, she was now on the same dorm hall as me – just at the other end, the woman’s end. Whether just a weird coincidence or if somehow she maneuvered it I never knew.
The second day there that fall, she directly spoke to me for the first time really. She came and knocked on my door around seven that evening. I could tell she had been building up her courage to do so, probably all summer, or even the whole last year.
“Donald, could I talk to you for a few minutes?” Mary asked me as she stood almost shaking at my door. I was a bit surprised that she knew my name.
I invited her into my room, planning on keeping the door open, but when she entered, she closed it behind her. She went and sat on my bed, and I turned my desk chair to face her.
“What can I do for you? And perhaps to start, what is your name?” I asked her, as until then, I recognized her from the past year but had no idea who she was.
“My name is Mary; I saw you around often last year but was afraid to really approach you. But now I feel I must take a chance,” she said.
Then twisting her hands in her lap, she went on, “I want you so much, I would be your slave if you allowed me, whatever your desires, I would love to fill them. Treat me however you choose, but please let me shower my attention on you.”
To say the least, I was flabbergasted at what she said, and before I could even reply, she was on her knees in front of me, opening my pants and taking my member out. It wasn’t hard yet, but her lips were on my glans in seconds and as she sucked and licked I grew quickly.
I probably should have stopped her from the start, but I was fascinated by what was happening. And while she was not that experienced at sucking, she was putting her all into it.
Before the evening was over a couple hours later, she had sucked me hard. We had abandoned our clothes, and I was between her legs as she lifted them to take my cock into her. She moaned as I entered her, not so much in pleasure at first, but the tone quickly changed as I thrust in and out of her deeper and deeper each time.
Her hot wet pussy was so inviting and wanting. She whimpered and gasped at each thrust. Her sides soon contrasting against me.
It was only later when we laid side by side on my single bed did she confess that I was her first. She had never had sex before. Her kisses all over my face told it all.
When I sat up, she dropped to the floor between my legs, leaning her head on my knee and begged, “Please master, will you let me serve you? I will do whatever you say, but please, please, do not send me away not to see you again,” Mary cried to me.
Now I had studied about this submissive/dominant aspect and the needs some have to be one or the other, but as of yet in my career, I had never met anyone yet who fell into either of these roles. My time with clinical studies was just beginning that year. Over the years, I would meet, interview, and even observe many in this and other sexual roles.
Emma drinks some more wine and refills the glass. She allows Donald a few sips as his voice telling this story is getting a bit raspy.
All the time Donald is telling this story, he is gently caressing Emma’s inner thighs, working his way to her wonder well, but not yet reaching it.
“So Mary, out of the blue, offers herself to you to be your sex slave? What did you feel hearing her saying this to you? What did you do? And how did this lead to her being Subject A?” Emma questions Donald.
Donald returns to his story, trying to answer the questions posed.
It was so much to grasp. Mary a virgin until with me, how could she want to be subservient or even understand that concept? Mary and I talked for the next half hour. I tried to get her to sit beside me on the bed, but she kept saying, she knew where here place was to be.
It all came out then. Her parents lived this lifestyle, her submissive to her father. And even usually sitting as Mary was now. Regardless if Mary was there or not. With others from outside the family, her and father would act pretty normal, but her waited on her father always.
“That is what I want with you, Donald,” Mary told me.
This was such a fascinating idea to me at the time, and I told Mary that yes, perhaps she could be that for me. Was that the best decision? Probably not, but the clinical side of me just jumped at this opportunity to observe first hand such diverse sexual desire.
The idea that her parents had shown her this type of lifestyle, and it was what she expected for herself was interesting to me, and I wanted to learn more. But after the nice sexual release with her just then, after five years of mostly taking care of myself, it would be nice to have someone to be there regularly also ran through my head.
So the fall progressed. From the moment we were back from classes in the afternoon, through the evening, she would be my side. Kneeling at my feet as I worked at my desk, her studying on the floor. When we went to dinner, she would have me just sit at the table while she would get my food for me, before she got her own trayful. After dinner, it would be more study time until about eight o’clock when we would fuck or more often, she would satisfy me.
When we came back to my room after dinner, we would undress. Well, Mary would undress me and put my clothes away, and she then would strip before kneeling at her place.
When eight o’clock was approaching, she would close her books and wiggle herself between my legs to begin to suck me. If I still had work to finish I would push her away a bit, and she would just sit between my legs on the floor, her head resting on my knee until I would tap her head and she knew she could then begin to prep me.
Sometimes I would just make her suck me to cumming. Taking my glans in her mouth, I instructed her how to properly pleasure me. Licking around the head, running her tongue back and forth over the slit then taking the glans in fully so to nibble at that wonderful ridge just under the glans’ base. Then licking and nibbling up and down the shaft, taking my balls in to suck them hard, then back up and down the shaft. Finally, back at the glans, whereby now there was usually some precum to lick clean, and then take more and more of my cock into her mouth. Sucking all of me into her mouth and throat.
At times, I would even have her lay on her back on the bed, her head hanging over the side as I moved my chair, my cock, to her so she could take more of me in. All the way in to fully suck me. She would choke a little and have to pull out some, but she was so willing my prick would be back in her throat as she brought me to climax.
After she finished, if that was how I came, she would be dismissed. I think something was added for her with this routine. Each night as I made her walk back to her room, books in hand, but clothes askew gave her a rush. And when I did not allow her to come to climax; like the nights I did not fuck her, just her bringing me off orally; this rush satisfied her need for humiliation. Often there would be people in the hall chatting and watching her complete the walk of shame back from my room.
Telling, and remembering, this part of the story has Donald hard as he moves his hands closer and closer to the wet, warm, chamber of Emma’s he so wants; but in his role now he is afraid to approach without permission from his mistress.
He goes on with his story, but feels Emma’s hand over his, moving it up closer to the prize and knowing this is the sign he is waiting for uses his fingers to spread her labia to start.
I know I was falling into this dominance position so easily with Mary. It was funny in many ways. Mary was studying to be a systems engineer, which so did not mesh with her personal inclinations. A part of me knew I needed to her to lose this desire to be someone’s sex servant, but at that point, I was having too much fun to aid her in that way.
We had rules. Mary must report how she was doing in all her classes to me, and on tests. If she did not perform at an optimal level, her sexual pleasure was withheld for the day, days, a week, and once a bit longer. That was when she developed her oral skills.
I never, in the beginning, even gave her a taste of how she could be treated. I never really fingered her besides parting her to enter. No oral play for her. And even my kissing her was minimal.
She was my sex slut. There to pleasure me how I wanted, with no thought to her needs. I never really had any feelings for her, she was nice to have around, but not anything I would ever present as my partner or date. And she sensed this, and while at times tears would slip from her eyes when I would tell her I would not be around for an evening as I had a function to go to – where she was never invited to attend with me, she meekly accepted her role in my life.
Then November arrived. Mary and I had been together for almost two months. I had to submit my thesis topic. And it came to me. This thing between Mary and I - the subtleties was perfect. I presented my summary of the psychological and sociological mindset of a sexual submissive. And possibly I realized, the ‘rehabilitation’ of such tendencies.
I had primary source materials at my fingertips. And other possibilities for background research. My advisor was enthusiastic about my suggested topic. Mary transformed from that moment on to Subject A.
She never knew about her role changing with me, which probably is for the best.
I wanted to learn more about her parents and their dynamics together, which added to the effects on her environment, leading Mary to want this type of attention. So when Thanksgiving came I suggested I go home with her for the holiday.
This was probably cruel as Mary took it as I had a real interest in her, and the slavish servitude she gave me the week before we left was amazing.
She had moved past just sucking my cock and balls down lower and started rimming me regularly. Sticking her small tongue in my asshole to add to my pleasure. I realized that this might be a source to taunt her with also.
One day, just before leaving for the holiday, I had her go to the grocery store and get a bunch of large carrots. She wondered why but did as told.
That night I had her kneel on the bed, legs spread. Using her own wetness to lubricate her ass I pressed first one of the smaller of the bunch up in her rectum. She moaned and cried out some from this new attack to her body. She did respond when I began to use the greens to pull and press the carrot in and out of her, “Yes sir, do as you will with me.”
I could see she was dripping hard from this treatment, so I took the largest one and pressed it up into her vag. She screamed with excitement at that. I plunge them both in and out of her for almost a half-hour before she succumbed and climaxed.
This just added to my understanding of how far she was willing to transmute herself.
The four days with her parents was rather interesting from the start. I don’t know if she had told her parents about me before we arrived or what was between us. When we first met, Mary introduced me as her master. She and her fell into their roles quickly.
In the living room over the drinks, just her father and I, the women after serving us, we were kneeling at our legs as perfect .
Her father talked to me openly about what his and his wife’s lifestyle was and glad I had taken Mary in hand as he was sure she needed a lot of attention to mold her. He never directed a question to Mary at all, rather just to me, and I would tell her to answer when the questions were about her classes and such.
When she mentioned how I monitored her work to make sure she was performing at her maximum level, her father even suggested to me that perhaps discipline should be added to ensure she did not slip.
I looked at him questioningly, and he expanded that a good spanking, either hand or with a brush or paddle, always is a good deterrent when needed. The idea of adding that and seeing how much Mary could take did add another element to my study.
The whole holiday weekend was spent with every of her father’s and my needs being quickly and willingly attended to. To such a level that as we watched the college football games, the women would be between our legs sucking us each. We were turned from each other enough so the women could not see the other in action, but we both could look at the other being serviced.
I did wonder what was going through Mary’s father’s head as he watched his suck me.
Emma lets out a gasp as Donald made the last sentence. What a strange situation she says to him.
Donald replies, “Yes, it was. The whole weekend was, but rather eye-opening seeing this type of relationship which had existed for over twenty-five years between Mary’s parents in action. In the end, that part featured prominently in my paper.”
“So what happened with Mary, Subject A?” Emma asks now not really wanting to hear too much more about his sexual exploitations with her.
Donald continues his story:
It was after that weekend that the study swung into full throttle. We went back to college, and during the weeks until Christmas break, I tested how far, how low, Mary would go. I did begin spanking her for any slight mistake. She took them stoically and thanked me over and over for keeping her in line.
Then the three weeks for the break. Mary timidly asked if I would spend it with her and her parents. I told her no; I was going home.
I decided she needed time away from me before I start to try to change her needs when we returned in January.
Over the vacation, I got most of the first half of my thesis written. Describing the concepts of dominant/sub relationships. How they had traditionally been viewed, and the increased awareness of them in society. Subject A was mentioned about her request for such a role and the impact from that perspective.
I never said, with her, or any of the further subjects that it was me who was interacting with them. Rather was just referred to as the instructor or guide or tutor. From the start, all of the studies I conducted were to someone realize their true desires and helping them achieve them for personal fulfillment.
With Subject A, while she so willingly submitted herself to this acquiesce position, knowing the field of work she was aiming toward, and seeing her interact with others and in classes show this really wasn’t what was her dominant side. Yes, I observed her in different setting unknown to her, I even had her take some personality tests to see where she really fell.
So that was what the second part and main theme of my thesis was to be. How to help Subject A remove what had been ingrained in her to be able to be the person she really did display tendencies to be.
The first week back together, I ran her hard as my sub. She was spanked for all sorts of offenses, some deserved, many not. Trying to get her to see that she was being unfairly treated. I even withheld sexual intercourse with her, her only sucking me once or twice each night.
After two weeks of this, she began to show some signs of resentment for how she was being treated. It was then that I introduced something new to her and started her to see what erotic experiences she could enjoy.
One night she came to my room as usual after dinner for study time. She found me nude at my desk when she entered. This was something different.
She quickly undressed and knelt to begin her studying. An hour later, I ask if she was done. She said just perhaps minutes more. I replied that when she was done she should get on the bed, on her back, her knees in the air and thighs spread. She shyly said she understood.
About ten minutes later she was in position, and I could see she was shaking in anticipation some. I made her stay that way for about five minutes more as I finished a paper I was writing.
I went over and sat on the bed beside her and leaned and kissed her deeply. She sighed with delight as I did not kiss her that often or that deeply. My hands moved to caress her face and neck, things I never did to her before. All of this was new to her, and her body responded wonderfully.
As I continued to kiss her, my hands moved down to her breasts and cupped them and squeezed the nipples. She was beside herself with delight. I could feel the inner shaking rising to the surface.
When I lifted my lips from hers and moved down to take one tit into my mouth to suck, and my hand wanders down over her stomach to play in her furry mons, she came for the first time. Trembling, she lets out a small peep of pleasure.
I switch tits and let my fingers find her labia to spread wide. Her body shivered with delight as my fingers slide up and down her wet slit for the first time. She gasped as I press into her vag and then ran her juices to cover her clit as I pinched and polished it. She cried out as the second wave of pleasure washed over her.
At this point in the story, Emma lifts the wine bottle and empties it into her glass and downs it. Donald suddenly realizes that perhaps he has been too detailed in his of what happened which started him down this road of research.
He jumps up and goes and gets another bottle of wine for Emma and pours her a glass full. She smiles on him to show she approves of his attention to her needs.
They settle themselves again, and Donald apologizes to her if he is telling more than needed. His fingers now in her wonderful wet slit, running back and forth making Emma whimper with pleasure. As Donald tells the rest of this story he will keep them there, warm and wet, and keeping his mistress happy as she listens.
Emma replies to his comment, “No, this is fine, it is interesting to understand how you began your subject studies.
Donald blushes acknowledging that he is sharing so much with Emma, then returns to finish about Subject A.
After sucking her breast and fingering her, I was hard and decided that was enough of a start for her. I rolled on top of her and fucked her quickly and hard until we both came again.
Subject A had now experienced different pleasures, addressed to her as a woman, not her as a sub. And to reinforce that feeling when she got up to dress to leave I pulled back the bed covers and invited her to sleep with me.
The grin which spread over her face for such an invitation told it all.
Over the next month, I introduced her to oral sex for her, some anal play to see the gratification she got from it and anything else I could think of for a woman enjoyment to her understand all the sensuality available for her enjoyment.
She loved every moment of it, and in time she started to back away from the total subservient way she was with me. She would now sit on the bed with her back to the wall as she studied. While she would come to me every day and eat with me at meals, her arrival was not as prompt as it had been.
Subject A was coming into herself.
I had become acquainted with a man, her age, who had many of the same interest I learned Mary had. Something she only started to reveal as she began to feel more equal in our relationship as the pleasuring was now more centered on her or our mutual satisfaction.
I talked to him a good bit about Mary. Not telling him anything about our past only that I saw her a lot, but realized it was time to for us both to move on. After, he began to join us for dinner in the cafeteria when their conversations took on a life of their own as I just sat back and observed.
In mid-April, I suggested to her that she should go out with the guy. She looked at me with sadness in her eyes, but there was a gleam of possibilities too.
I explained to her it would not be long until I graduated and moved on to a different school. She would be graduating too but was accepted there at Cornell for her master’s degree. I told her the man seemed to be a good fit for her now. I urged her not to fall back into the submissive role unless she found she really wanted and longed for it.
We spent that last night together pleasuring each other in every way possible on a narrow dorm bed. At dawn, she kissed me goodbye and left.
I saw her now and then over the next month finishing the year. She and the man had begun dating, and I could tell it was the right fit.
I wrote up the rest of my study and submitted it for review. During my defense of my thesis, all on the committee were intrigued by its focus and how Subject A was so easily swayed from her conditioning.
I explained that that would not always happen, but from the personality studies and observations, I realized Subject A did just need to see the alternatives available for her to have a truly sexually satisfying life.
The referrals they provided for my admittance to the doctoral program and recommendations for me to continue with my work with individuals, helping them find their true sexual nature and desires pushed me forward and into my career.
Emma fills the glass again when Donald finishes his and hands it to him. It is his turn to drain it as he feels parched and empty from sharing this beginning with Emma.
Her pat on his head and warm smile make him realize she is not angry with what she heard, rather interested and understanding.
Emma pulls him up to her, leads his hand down to her slit again to pleasure her as they kiss, and she caresses his shoulders. Donald is hard again but knows he is deemed to wait until she decides to allow him that release.
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E108: Donald begins his sub life with his Mistress
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Posted:Sep 22, 2019 12:07 pm
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After Donald finishes servicing Emma, she pulls him up and kisses him deeply. This new adventure they are commencing is thrilling for both, but Emma does need to feel Donald holding her and kissing her, being sure that Donald is fully onboard with the new seas over which they are going to sail.
Donald's kisses tell it all. And when he lays his head on her shoulder, showing she is now the total caregiver and in , Emma sighs and readily accepts the new shores they are going to explore.
She stands, takes Donald’s hand, and today, for the first time, she directs him down the hallway with her hand on his ass. Donald revels in this feeling. Everything that is happening now is so stirring him. Not only is he enjoying the intense sensation that this is happening to him, but also now experiencing all the feelings Emma must go through when he does similar things to her.
Emma puts the special plug on the chair, makes him bend over the table now to be lubricated from the bottle on the table. Emma chuckles to herself, realizing that it has been on the table with the condiments, salt and pepper and such, since the first time she experienced this. Dorothy and Maude must have seen it. She knows that Julie and Karen probably have over the last months; a blush comes to her cheeks as Emma comprehends, who else must have noticed.
After lubing Donald well, she helps him slide onto the plug and adjust himself to this invasion.
As he settles, Emma makes him eggs, bacon, and toast - the same breakfast he first offered her. Emma opens a bottle of wine and pours two glasses, then brings the plate of food to Donald.
Taking clues from all that Donald did for her, she begins to feed Donald. He is overwhelmed, once again comprehending how she is making him submit is so close to what he made her do. Experiencing from the other side adds to the arousal he feels from bowing fully and completely to Emma’s whims.
Donald realizes she has complete control over him, and he will do anything she asks of him. Now being her pet, her submissive, is suddenly okay; and he discovers something in him wants her to take control, tell him what he must do to satisfy her. He wants to be her slave.
Well, part of him does. Donald knows he still likes to be in control, but for her to be his mistress, disciplining him and making him pleasure her, this is the other side of the coin he never explored before.
Donald does still feel much guilt and remorse for the hurt he caused Emma. Between bites full of food, he tries to tell her.
“Emma, I am sorry I have hurt you this way. Last night I was so afraid you would not return, and I realized how empty my life would be without you in it. The fear that I had done something which you could not forgive, or you had decided I was not worthy of you kept me up most the night with tremors of dread,” Donald meekly tells her.
Then the feeling of joy spreading through his whole body as Emma places her hands on each side of his face and turns him to look her in the eyes makes Donald know, one way or the other, all will be fine.
“Donald, I was very upset with you when I discovered the DVDs. It felt like an invasion of my trust in you. Thinking about it, I am starting to understand what drove you to do it. We will have to make things totally clear and honest between us. No more hidden things, especially you doing so,” Emma tells him.
And then she goes on, “I would never just leave you. We are invested too much in each other right now to ever consider it. But I knew I needed some breathing space to get a grip on what I found, to try to comprehend. I was home last night, I checked on you as you tossed and turned, just as you watched over me that night. I will be here for you, but you must NEVER let anything this huge be secret between us again.”
Emma lifts a bite of food to Donald's lips as she purrs at him, “I think you in this new role for a while will be good for you. We will play this out, along with coming to a fuller understanding between us over the next few days, and then we will see where we stand. How we both feel.
“But,” and Emma emphasizes the 'but' so strongly, “You need to tell me about each of your earlier subjects, who they were – well, not their names, but you know, what you did with them, and how long it lasted. I need to know all about you and your work now.”
Donald, wiggling on the plug, understands what Emma is asking - well, almost demanding - of him, and he understands why. Yes, it is time that he shares everything, and in this mode they are in now, perhaps it will be so much easier. He nods her head in acceptance of her request.
“Now, though,” Emma tells him, “I think I need to have your hard cock up in me as it has been over a day since feeling that.”
Emma mandates this as she knows Donald does need some release - oh, how he does, she can tell - but in the roles they have now assumed, she must be the one who decrees this act, not him with his lust.
She gives him a couple more sips of wine, empties her glass and stands. She helps him to stand, releasing him from the plug-in. He does have that feeling of emptiness that comes when a plug is removed.
She propels him down the hall to the bedroom. Emma’s hand now so firmly on his ass, as he would direct her, feels so right and proper. Donald feels himself hardening even with this small act. Emma notices his prick pointing the way to the bedroom and just smiles to herself.
This is going to be so interesting, to see where this all leads, she thinks. She has nothing, as yet, planned out, never imagining things would move to this level. But as resourceful as Emma is, these next days will be very enlightening.
Emma motions Donald to lie on the bed on his back. She still has the shirt on, but her panties had been abandoned earlier when Donald serviced her. She climbs atop him, straddling his hips as she directs his throbbing cock up deep inside her. In this position, she will be in control, deciding how fast or slow or deep she will let him go.
Donald seems to understand that immediately and submits to her rule. Emma rides him slowly at first, he so wanting to release, but now with this reverse play, he has a feeling that he will have to wait until Emma tells him he can come.
And the look on her face as she looks down on him seems to confirm that.
Emma feels Donald throbbing inside her, her walls want to clench hard against him, but she tries to resist for now. Let him be played with and taunted this way for a while.
She lifts herself almost off him, then slides him in only a little. Back and forth this way, Emma rides him as he moans in want.
Donald is so close to cumming. They both feel his precum dripping into Emma. She looks him straight in his eyes and tells him, “Don’t you dare until I say you are allowed to.”
With that statement, Donald is completely lost in her control. There is part of him that can’t fathom how she can take this position with him so easily but then does understand her upset about what he did could bring this on. It is so amazing to him and so totally arousing, taking him to this completely new headspace now.
If his mistress tells him he is not allowed to cum, then no, he will not until she gives him permission. But she is now holding him so firm, so deep up in her. It is so hard to not want to release.
But Emma just plays him, knowing how close he is to exploding but edging him on to see just how far he can. Minutes after minutes pass. And then...
“Alright, you may,” is all Emma says.
And Donald, beside himself, now does rupture up in her, sending all his semen and sperm spewing into her wonderful hot steamy cunt.
His whole body shakes with the release after all this time.
Emma, taking on this role as if it is her second skin, as she lifts off his flaccid cock, tells Donald, “I think you need to get to work here cleaning up this bit of mess you have made.”
Donald is more than happy to comply with his mistress’ desires and is down between Emma’s thighs licking, sucking, cleaning as best he can of all of her and his seeping juices.
He is now totally her pet. Donald wants nothing more than to serve his wonderful Emma, however she decides.
And he remembers what she said as she fed him. To tell her about all the subjects before her. His mind wraps around that and wonders, trying to remember each; can he really tell her about what he has done in the past? He knows she has no past before him, but will it upset her too much to know? None, until Emma, meant anything to him, but to tell each tale?
Donald knows he will have to if he wants things to be as they should with Emma. She tells him she will not leave him, but there is this part of him that wonders, and is fearful, that if he tells it all, Emma might change her mind.
All this runs through his mind as he makes sure that his licking and sucking are pleasurable to Emma, and she does seem to reach and submit to a wonderful climax from his devoted attention.
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E107: Donald’s punishment Tuesday
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Posted:Sep 11, 2019 6:17 am
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2019 12:45 pm
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Donald wakes around nine o’clock feeling a cool, wet cloth wiping his tear-stained face and brow. He is afraid to open his eyes to see who is doing it, but he catches the scent of Emma’s perfume and sighs.
He looks up at her. He sees some anger in her eyes, but she is so calm. Seeing her looking down on him is the happiest sight he ever took in. Donald reaches up to pull her into his arms to hold and kiss her, but Emma steps back and tells him they need to talk.
Donald sees she is showered and dressed differently. Did she do that here and he did not hear, or somewhere else? It doesn’t matter, she is here with him, whatever terms she requires to stay he will submit to.
Emma tells him to shower, she will be waiting at the couch in their bedroom for him to get ready. Donald quickly does, not wanting to make her wait at all. He is hers to do with as she pleases.
Not even fifteen minutes later, he is standing in front of Emma, nude, as she sits on the couch. Instinctively for some reason, he kneels before her, his head down some. A wry smile comes to Emma’s lips as she realizes what Donald is doing, what he is offering as contrition.
“Donald, look at me,” Emma tells him with some command in her voice, “Tell me why you did this.”
Donald stutters as he tries to explain. In reality, even with thinking about it so much last night he isn’t really sure why he did or how he could explain. But he tries, “Emma I am so sorry, first I should have told you and showed you them a long time ago, but it then got too late to share them with you, I thought.”
Emma just looks at him as he goes on, “The very first was what I did with most of my subjects, taping them the first time, and then other times when they learn new things, to show their development.”
“With you, from that first night, after watching the tape after you left, it was different. I knew you were something so special, and I wanted to document each step of your path to fulfillment,” Donald stammers.
“No one has ever seen these videos but for me, and now you. Each one endeared you to me more than the last. I did stop doing it after you had earned all your pearls – something no one else was given,” once Donald starts talking, confessing, everything comes pouring out of him.
He admits watching the tapes over and over when she wasn’t with him. How watching her as she had performed over her phone for him had aroused him to heights he never knew possible. Emma opening herself to new things more and more, seeing how Emma’s expression of excitement and enjoyment increased as they moved to another level made him realize how dear she was to him.
So much of what he babbles out warms Emma’s heart as she hears him admit for the first time really, his feeling for her. She does not stop him, and he goes on and on, tears now in his eyes again, for several more minutes. Both Emma and Donald are surprised by his weeping, this is not how Donald presents himself to the world. Never would he show his emotions so openly and rawly. Together they comprehend that Donald has reached a new level himself in his personal growth.
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After Emma left in a fury yesterday, she drove and drove, finding herself at that lake, the one that they had come to the first time Donald took her out for a day. The trees were bare now, and the water looked very cold, it doesn’t freeze but did seem to reach a dormant state at this time of year. She stared out over the lake from her car and thought.
Her anger subsided during the drive and thinking about the videos she viewed; she realized she was rather damp between her legs. They were rather arousing, especially seeing the things that actually happened to her. Watching her body react to Donald’s touch and instruction. She was still not sure why he taped them, but it was actually nice to have a chronology of their beginnings.
She was not sure what she should do about it, thinking hard, did she just forget about it? Go back to how things were, and maybe watch them together? No, she needed Donald to explain this all to her. And she grasped that she wanted to know about Donald’s previous subjects and what he did with them.
Until now, she had put that part of Donald’s life out of her mind, but if they want to be fully entwined with each other, as it seemed they were now, she wanted to know all about him and his work. That would be a good starting place.
And, remembering how he punished her when he became angry about her and Sasha the first time, she wondered if she should do the same to him to let him know her disappointment about finding this all out. A small smile spread on her face as she thought about Donald across her lap for a change.
As it got darker, Emma headed back to town, stopping at a restaurant to get something to eat. She was amused with herself how easy it was for her to walk into a restaurant alone and eat and drink. Until Donald, she rarely did this, mostly stopping at delis or small places to grab a sandwich or something; always so nervous about being alone. Now she had the confidence to enjoy a meal alone without concern.
Emma took her time, and it was going on midnight when she got back to the house. She walked by their bedroom and saw Donald tossing and turning, semi-asleep. She left the door cracked and went to what was Donald’s room to sleep. She remembered her horrible night so long ago now it seemed and decided to let him fret some too.
At dawn, she quietly went back to their room and saw Donald had finally submitted to a deep sleep. Emma grabbed some clothes and left him that way. Part of her wanted so much to lay next to him, watch over him, as he had her, but for now, it would be best for him to sleep.
A few hours later, she got up and took a shower in that room and dressed in lacy bra and panties, and one of Donald’s dress shirts. Her legs and feet were bare. She went back to their bedroom and looked down on Donald sleeping and saw his tear-stained cheeks. Feelings of compassion ran through her as she went and got a wet cloth.
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“Donald, what should we do about this issue? Should you be punished for what you did?” Emma asks him.
Somehow her asking him this sends a rush through his body. He realizes that just like he so relishes when she puts on the strapon and fucks him that way, he does want her to be forceful, discipline him, be his femdom, making him do whatever she commands. Her total slave.
All alpha male dominance flows from him the instant she says this to him. He comprehends that he was working toward this last night as he fretted about Emma and vowing to himself he would do anything to keep her. But would Emma want to do this? If she still is somewhat angry, perhaps she will at least punish him as he has her.
In a meek voice and surprising both of them with what he now says, Donald tells Emma, “Mistress, I have totally disappointed you and perhaps lost your trust, but whatever you feel I need to be back to what you want and desire, to atone for my sins, please do not hesitate, reprimand me as you feel fit.”
Emma is somewhat overwhelmed by this statement, but as she watches, Donald lifts his hands to the back of his neck, showing her just what he is willing to submit too.
‘Is this now something he wants? Does she want to be his femdom, take on such a role?’ Emma ponders.
And she acknowledges to herself, that yes, after these eight months of Donald helping her develop, this is a side of her does she does now want to explore more. She had thought this morning she would just spank him some to let him know how disillusion she was finding the discs, but now, something more? Adding to their total sexual being together. Seeing the other side of things?
So in as stern a voice as Emma could muster, “Donald, I think you might be right. Perhaps we should spend some time for you to see things a little differently. Yes, your suggestion is a very good idea. Why don’t we start by you getting the brush from the drawer, go to the corner, hold the handle in your mouth, your nose against the wall, hands on your neck and ponder what it is going to feel like getting your ass toasted.”
Donald does as she says and is soon standing facing the wall and wondering. He thinks more about what he did to deserve this; but between his joy that Emma had returned and her seeming willingness to do this different thing with him, he feels himself starting to harden.
Will this please or anger his mistress? Yes, from the moment those words escaped his lips, she becomes his mistress for him to serve; however, she deems. And his arousal grows as he appreciates that Emma does not do anything half-assed anymore, what is ahead is going to be wonderful, hopefully for both of them.
Emma goes to the kitchen, leaving Donald in the corner. She eats some breakfast as she ponders all she could possibly do in this new role. She does feel the dripping sticky wetness between her thighs and appreciates that she is stimulated to take on this role.
She knows Donald is probably hungry too, but perhaps his churning stomach will add to what is ahead. Emma does not want to be cruel, but she suddenly understands what goes through Donald as he is spanking her to learn a lesson.
She goes back into the bedroom, sits on the couch, and tells Donald to come to her. He walks over with his hands behind his neck, the brush clenched I his teeth. When he reaches her, he stands in front of her and lowers his head so Emma can take the brush from him. She sets it on the table beside her and says, “Well, Donald, I think you know how someone is to go over a lap for a spanking he deserves.”
Donald nods and lays over her legs, his hard cock finds its way between her bare thighs which Emma tightens around him. The feel of Emma’s bare limbs holding him such makes a little precum escape him. Emma feels it drip against her and smiles. Perhaps Donald will enjoy being spanked as much as she does.
She rubs his ass cheeks and asks him to tell her why he is being punished.
Donald feels electric currents run through his body as he now fully surrenders to someone else. He lists all that they have talked about earlier, taking full blame for secretly filming her, watching the videos over and over for self-gratification, for not confessing what he did, and on and on, his breathing getting heavier as he feels her hand rubbing him, know what is about to happen.
Donald wonders how well he will take this. Emma endures all that he gives her, will he be able to without crying out, begging her to stop? He knows tears will flow from him; it is something new to him since last night. Never had he ever allowed himself for more than a tear to form in his eyes, not even when his parents died.
But the total freedom of finally letting his emotions take over and the liberating sensation it gave him, he knows from yesterday forward, he will be more vulnerable and attuned to his feelings.
And then Emma spanks him for the first time. Donald experiences such a heating sting run from his ass through his body. Then is spanked so soon on his other cheek, which sends a second wave through him on the cusp of the last.
This commotion running through his body keeps going with each spank delivered to his cheeks and thighs. The thrill of this uproar of sensual excitement, even with the pain from each slap, allows him to understand how Emma longs for him to discipline her this way.
He feels tears beginning to fall as his cock hardens more and more.
Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank.
Over and over.
Emma’s hand is getting a little sore but seeing Donald’s red ass on her lap stirs her so. His cock being held so close to her slit, she knows he must feel the fluid dripping and saturating her panties against him. She feels him getting more firm too.
Donald squirms on her lap, both from the need to try to lighten the sting, but feeling Emma’s juices so close, he wants his prick nearer.
“Be still Donald, you know you are not supposed to wiggle,” Emma admonishes him as she places her left hand on the small of his back to hold him. She picks up the brush, and Donald feels the bristles scratching over his sore rosy ass and thighs.
This is almost as painful as being spanked, the rough bristles against his tender ass make more tears fall. And he begins to really feel the wonderful interlude which comes from giving in fully. His tears are again soaking another pillow.
Emma turns the brush, and he feels it rubbing against his cheeks. How hard will this be to endure he wonders? The first slap of the brush sends a stinging discord through his body again. The second on his other cheek, followed by one on each thigh, send the message home to him that he does deserve this and more.
Donald begins to emulate what goes though Emma every time she is spanked. The arousal from the stinging sensation running through you, but the acknowledgment of your errors and mistakes is what is making the tears flow so. Knowing you have disappointed this person that you care for so much in any way.
He endures the spanking with the brush, but the excitement in his prick is getting the better of him. He knows Emma often drips on him when she is spanked and taken to the summit, but does he dare?
Donald tries to hold back, but when Emma repeatedly spanks him over and over in each spot, working her way around his cheeks and thighs, he wonders how long he can contain himself.
Then, Emma moves her hand from his back and down between her legs and grabs his cock firmly. Oh shit! The spanking with the brush continues, but Emma is jerking him enough that his cum spurts from him between Emma’s legs.
Thank goodness they have a thick cover on this couch which can be washed without damage to the sofa itself.
The feeling of the final slaps, swats and spanks as Donald lets everything out of him is amazing. What an experience he never knew could be so good.
Emma slows the spanks as he cums, and then puts the brush aside and just rubs his ass cheeks and her hand on his cock slides up and down a few times before she removes it.
Donald feels her rub the cum from her covered hand over his cheeks, up and down his crack and even around his rosebud.
Yes, Donald is more than willing to be Emma’s sex slave; however, she chooses to use him, punish him, take him to new planes he never imaged he would want to go to.
As she motions for him to rise, he does and then falls to his knees in front of her. First, he kisses her feet, showing his submission to her will. Emma knows his love of foot play but recognizes this is different, this is his showing his total surrender to her. It is a lot for both of them to wrap their heads around.
Then Donald moves his hands up to her soaking panties, looks up shyly, and asks if he could remove them and satisfy her now. ‘What an idea,’ Emma thinks and motions that he may.
For the next hour, Donald is between her legs, bringing her over and over to climaxes. Showing his utter devotion to his new Mistress. ‘Yes,’ Emma contemplates, ‘This is going to be fun for a while.’
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E106: Emma’s discovery on a Monday in January
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Posted:Sep 10, 2019 9:20 am
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2024 8:36 pm
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The second Monday in January, Emma and Donald wake, have their regular morning sex, shower and prepping for the day. Emma is home today working on a grant proposal for one of her organizations. Donald is teaching his class and then stopping at the Institute for a while. He tells her he will be home around four o’clock. All is good between them.
Emma sits at her laptop at the dining room table, but as she completes the application, she needs to go to other sites for information to include. She realizes she really needs a pad of paper to take notes.
While Emma has never really entered Donald’s study as it was his domain, she has seen from the door the multiple computer screens lining the wall and desktop on one side of the room. Papers, books, and all sorts of things are scattered around the desk and table. On the one wall is a cabinet with office supplies which she knows of as Donald has gotten her things from it in the past.
Feeling so comfortable between them now, Emma does not hesitate to go into the study and to the closet for paper. She gets it and is turning to leave when her attention is caught a container next to the computer which is labeled ‘Subject Z.’
She now knows is who she is in his studies, and her curiosity gets the better of her.
She opens the container to find many DVDs inside. She lifts the first and sees it is labeled, “Subject Z first visit: Pearl One: May 4th.” What is this? Emma lifts one after the other and sees each are labeled with notes of which pearl it was or other notations from other events.
Emma is blushing hard, the blood rushing to her face as so many different feelings run through her. Embarrassment about what must be on these disks, anger Donald could do such a thing, curiosity about just what is on them.
The grant totally forgotten now, Emma takes the container and goes to the living room. She puts the first disc in the large screen tv’s player, and she sees herself, largely displayed on the screen.
Standing in the living room on spot, still dressed, just after she entered Donald’s house for the initial time. Emma is mesmerized as she watches and hears first discussion over again.
Donald leads Emma to place, and then calmly and quietly tells her to take off all her clothes.
After looking at him questioningly and he nods his head a bit, Emma begins to unbutton her blouse. As he stands beside her, with almost a look of indifference on his face, he takes each piece of clothing as she removes them, folds them and places them on a stool at the side of the room.
Totally nude now, Emma stepped out of her shoes, which Donald takes and places with the rest, and tells Emma to put her hands behind her head on her neck, as she had been trying to hide herself with them. Emma does as instructed.
Emma ponders as she sees this all replayed in front of her, ‘How was I so willing to do what he told like ? How did he have such power over from the start?’ She knows the answer deep inside her, she had longed for what Donald offered her from the start so much complying with each of his commands seems the right thing to do.
There is something about his voice and how he so matter-of-factly tells her what to do it is so easy to follow his directions, still even now. Emma continues to watch and consider things as the tape unfolds.
Emma stands there in the center of the living room, naked and trembling, as Donald, dressed in a business suit and tie, minus the jacket, walks around her looking at her closely.
“Now, before we begin Emma, there is the matter of your being late. What time did I tell you to arrive? I expect you here at time. my watch, you were five minutes late.” Emma hears Donald question Emma in forceful manner.
Emma just blushes.
And then Donald comes up next to her, raises his hand and spanks each cheek five times. She jumps, quivers, and let an “ooh” escape with each swat.
“Well should take care of issue for now, but please remember all you are being told and taught, so we do not have to repeat a lesson,” Donald says.
Emma nods her head and lowers her tear-filled eyes.
Donald takes her the chin and raises her head. You can see just his touch sent shivers through her.
“Don’t lower your head unless I tell you you must – keep your eyes, and ears open so to learn,” Donald admonishes Emma.
Donald then runs his fingers lightly over her body, shivers continue to run up and down Emma’s spine at his touch, and something else, on camera you can see there is wetness forming between her legs.
Emma remembers much of first evening here, but seeing it replayed in front of her, and on the large screen makes it so lifelike, brings all those first emotions and feeling flooding over her again.
She watches to the end of this disc, tied on the bed, Donald running the vibrator over her exciting Emma for the first time in her life. Emma remembers so well, but seeing it happen in front of her retells the story from the beginning.
Emma listens to the conversation they had as she laid tied, and Donald began caressing her body for the first time.
Donald speaks quietly to her as he sits on the side of the bed next to her, “Emma, there is so much for you to learn, and what you will experience, expanding your perspectives, but as you do, I want you also to learn to accept your master who will make all these possibilities happen. You must learn to accept and submit yourself to the will of who is over you, and only then will you understand and fully appreciate all of your potentials to feel and crave. Do you think you understand what I am telling you?”
Emma nods.
Donald shakes his head, and tells her, “When those who control you ask you a question, you must speak up and answer respectfully.”
Emma clears her throat and says clearly, “Yes, Sir, I understand. And want this.”
Watching, Emma sees Donald smiling at her slightly and caressed her face a little and hears him tell her she was a good girl, and he could tell she would learn quickly. Remembering how he smiled at her first time does send a wave a pleasure through Emma’s body as she relives evening.
Donald stands and goes to the dresser and returns with a wand-type thing – maybe eight to ten inches long, a slim shaft, but a shining silver head about an inch an inch and a half.
Seeing all this happening from a different angle is making Emma wet, but underneath her anger is growing.
Donald presses a button on the shaft, and the head starts to vibrate, and then he presses it again, and again, and it speeds up. Emma’s eyes grow wide as she watches tethered to the bed.
Donald comes and sits down beside her again, and for the first time, moves his hand between her legs, to sacred place, no one had ever touched on her before. His fingers moved to her outer lips, and gently spread them, and then her inner lips, and then taking the vibrating stick, he slowly presses it against her slit, which is rather wet, and runs the pulsing head up and down her slit before settling on her clit. Emma gasps. Donald now places his hand on Emma’s stomach and gently rubs it, telling her to relax, just relax.
Seeing her body quiver and hearing her gasps, Emma recalls the feelings which ran through her as this happened.
Emma squirms beneath Donald administrations and moans and starts to beg him to stop – but again, his finger is on her lips, and the look on his face tells her to be silent.
Instead, she takes the finger into her mouth and sucks away on it. Donald allows her to, and after a few minutes, presses a second finger into her mouth as he directs the vibrator over her clit and pushes it against her.
The ums and ahs from deep in Emma's throat begin to grow. Donald presses a third finger into her mouth, and as she sucks hard on them, he begins to push and thrust his fingers farther and farther into her mouth.
Emma choked a little, but his stern look makes her stop at once and instead starts sucking harder and allowing him to press his fingers in further and further. Suddenly it seems as if his whole hand is in her mouth, up over his knuckle, and the tips of his fingers pressing against the back of her throat. Emma does not stop, instead keeps sucking and sucking on them.
Donald moves the stick from between her legs, and as she sucks on his fingers, trying to hold on to them, he slides them from her mouth.
The look of anguish on her face brings back all the feelings Emma had at moment. She reminisces how she internally cried out ‘Noo’ - knowing not to make a sound like , as tears form in the corner of her eyes.
Donald just smiles down at her, then leans and kisses her forehead, and says, “’s enough for you right now. Just nap for a bit, and perhaps we can move on in a little while."
He returns the stick to the dresser. He turns the lights down; the drapes are drawn, so this did darken the room a good bit. With one last stroke of Emma’s face, he tells her to close her eyes as he places a mask over them, blocking out all light. He leaves the room, closing the door almost all the way.
Lying in the darkness, feeling the wetness dripping between her legs, and clenching, tears drip down the sides of her face.
Emma watches herself squirm and wiggle on the bed after Donald leaves her. Emma sees how her new sexual desires run through her oh so ready body. She cannot believe how much sticky wetness is flowing from her as she lays there.
Emma smiles a little seeing Donald had left the door opened some when he left her, realizing from the start he was making sure he cared for her. Emma recollects she was not sad, no, just frustrated she had finally come so close and for Donald to then pull it away from her.
The mixed emotions Emma feels reliving first night with Donald confuse her. She takes disc out and then watches bits and pieces of others.
She watches what Donald had shot from his end as he made her finger masturbate, showing him what she had done after arriving home first night. Hearing his firm voice again admonishing her for inappropriate behavior.
Donald her for the first time. Her learning to suck his cock properly, him going down on her, teaching her pleasure. Then from her bed with the vibrator, he sent her home with as they talk about her finding her ’s diary. Bringing her to a climax with the vibrator and realizing this was the angle Donald saw as she did so.
There was him putting the nipple and clit clamps on her as she lies on the bed, and later the happened with them on. Her on the living room coffee table him bringing her so close to cumming but denying her. The basement the first time fully replayed over again for her.
Then her with Connie learning to use a strapon. Emma looks for the logical next disc, Donald and Connie together as Emma watched on in agony. But it is not there. Emma’s heart softened a little, realizing Donald must have discarded pearl earned.
There was a tape showing her how she had looked on camera performing for the online audience, and finally her on display at the club for Donald’s colleagues. Viewing this, Emma fury grows. Seeing from all angles now and realizing even in the club room and dining room there had been cameras filming her.
Emma wonders how many of Donald’s colleagues have seen these videos. How much has he shared or written about her? Damn, it does not matter if he hides her behind ‘Subject Z’ – it is her life he is documenting so completely, with never letting her know.
Her wrath is insurmountable at the moment. Emma checks careful and sees the recording of her earning her thirty-seventh pearl is the last disc. Donald did not tape when she helped him through his nightmare, which calms her slightly.
But, she is so angry at Donald for what he did, without letting her know.
It is a little after three o’clock now, and Emma quickly writes a note to Donald on the pad she had retrieved starting all this. She put the first disc back in and freezes the frame as Donald is bringing the vibrator to her clit for the first time.
The note atop the container of discs on the coffee table, she hurries and grabs her coat and purse and goes out to her Mustang and roars out of the drive. She is not sure where she is going, but until she can cool the fury, she feels she does not want to be anywhere near Donald right now.
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Donald arrives home just before four o’clock. As he pulls into the garage, he is surprised to see Emma’s car gone. He figures she ran out to the store for something.
He goes to their room and undresses, to surprise Emma when she gets back. He has been feeling rather horny all day and has been anticipating a sex-filled evening with her. It is all natural now between them how often and how well they intertwine.
He walks into the living room and stands shocked, unable to move when he sees what is frozen on the television screen. All he can think is, “Holy shit! What happened? How did she find these?”
He turns his attention to the coffee table and sees the full container sitting there, and his heart sinks. Especially seeing the note laying on top of it.
He finally wills himself to move to the couch and picks up the letter. Tears fill his eyes as he reads what Emma has left.
Donald,
I cannot believe what you have done. And never told me. Right now, I am beyond fury. The rage in me knowing you have done this and wondering who has seen these are insurmountable. I need to space myself from you until I feel calm enough to listen to your explanation about all this. I feel like you have broken a trust between us, severing us apart.
Emma
Donald is heartbroken, and he suddenly does understand just exactly what means. His body shudders as his mind races to the idea Emma might have left him forever. Tears are now running down his cheeks, he never cries, why is this affecting him so. He is a mass of emotions and feeling.
Guilty about what he did, hurt Emma could even think he would share these with anyone, contrite and penitent he had done something to hurt Emma so. And longing so for her. So afraid he has ruined everything beyond repair.
He fixes himself a stiff drink and just stares at the frozen screen. Did Emma find these videos so repulsive? Each time he watches them, seeing Emma blossoming more and more, it just increases his desire for her, and makes him care more and more about her. Did she not see how beautiful she is in these?
Donald wonders how many she watched and seeing how they are placed back in the container, realizes she has looked at least in part at most of them.
He spends the evening thinking about Emma’s reaction and beginning to see things from her perspective. He realizes he had expected this response probably, which is why he never shared them with her. If he had earlier on, would she have seen them in a different light?
And through all this, not once is Donald angry Emma entered his study and found them. No, he could not find any fault in her actions or reaction, this is her home now too, and he should have never barred her from his study as if it is a prohibited space to her.
All the should haves, could haves, shouldn’t haves run over and over in his head. A few drinks later, he is opening crying over what could be his loss. Having not eaten since breakfast he stubbles to the bedroom and fall on it weeping.
The pillow is soon soaked. Donald tosses and turns all night in fitful sleep, wondering where Emma is, who is she with, will she forgive him and return.
He suddenly realizes he is feeling everything Emma must have night after her confession about what happened at the spa, and him banishing her to spend the night alone. All the feelings she must have had come over him tenfold. He would submit to whatever punishment she feels he deserves, willingly, only to have her back with him again.
He falls into a deep sleep around dawn, having cried himself out and exhausted.
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E105: New Year’s Day – the end of the diary
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Posted:Sep 7, 2019 8:06 am
Last Updated:Apr 30, 2024 8:36 pm
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Dorothy and Maude spend the week with Donald and Emma. Twice more, the four women do together. Once in the afternoon when Donald and Emma are both out, and one night when the two older women slip out in the night, as arranged, to spend the night with Karen and Julie. The morning after night together, all are a bit groggy at breakfast.
Donald and Emma want Dorothy and Maude to stay through New Year’s, but the women say no, they want to enjoy being on the train heading home on New Year’s Eve. Everyone is regretful about their departure, but on the morning of the thirty-first, they depart. Their train is leaving Birmingham at 2: afternoon, arriving home in Boston New Year’s Day around seven in the evening.
Dorothy and Maude have one more chance to talk privately with Julie and Karen, inviting them to visit them in Boston or at the Cape next summer. All agree they will.
It is strange this new attachment the four have formed. Not hurting their relationships with their partners in any way, but somehow adding something more to their sexuality. As time passes, Karen and Julie will discuss it in-depth, analyzing this aspect of sexual satisfaction, realizing this might be the premise for their doctoral dissertations.
The four women from Christmas communicate often, and in time, Julie and Karen do go to visit the older women several times. It would be a few years until they all told Donald and Emma about it, but those two have an inkling of something more between the four women and celebrate their closeness with them.
After seeing Dorothy and Maude off, with tearful goodbyes on the morning of the thirty-first, Emma and Donald spend a leisurely day together, then dress up and go out to celebrate the arrival of a new year.
After a late dinner at an exclusive restaurant, they take their time over drinks, talking, and awaiting midnight’s arrival. A band is playing old melodies, and Donald asks Emma to dance.
It seems amazing, but in the seven months they have been together, they have never danced. It just hadn’t really come up.
Donald takes Emma in his arms, her one hand on his shoulder, the other holding his hand, his around her waist holding her tight, they begin a slow dance. Emma almost swoons being in his arms like this. She has never danced with a man before. Oh, her father danced with her at father- dances when she was young, and at wedding receptions now and then which they attended, but never has a man held her in his arms close twirling her around the room.
She tries her best to follow his lead, and soon they are as one floating around the dance floor.
Donald cannot remember ever feeling this way with a woman in his arms dancing. Emma just fits so right. Why has he not danced with her before? is going to change going forward as this pleasure is overtaking him.
They dance a lot evening as midnight approaches. When the countdown begins, Donald hands Emma a glass of champagne and wraps his arms around her shoulder.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
As the room fills with shouts of ‘happy new year,’ Donald pulls Emma to him, kisses her deeply and then whispers in her ear, “Happy New Year, Emma, may the coming year bring new and wonderful changes for us together.”
Emma’s eyes water at this wish and kisses him back. Neither of them realizes how very soon changes would happen to them together. They dance a couple more times and then head home content, for a night of continuous tender lovemaking.
The next morning they take their time rising and preparing for the day. It is late afternoon, with snacks at hand as they cuddle on the couch when Donald suggests they read more of Emma’s ’s diary.
As they start reading, neither realizes this would be the last entry Charlotte made.
Saturday, January 2, 20
I feel my end will soon be here. I have been losing this battle these last several months. I am weakening, but still, try to stay as strong as I can. Emma is so attentive to , almost putting her life on hold to care for . She is such a good .
Susan visits almost every day in the afternoon. And Edward sits with in the evening and holds close to him as we sleep. I know they are both so worried about .
Edward and I have not had sex for over a year now, he so concerned about my wellbeing, but I miss it so. Some afternoons when we are alone, Susan will slip her hand under the covers and slide into my panties to pleasure me; ‘keep my juices flowing,’ she tells me. We laugh a lot, and often she will sit or lie with me on the bed, caressing and kissing each other gently.
She too seems so concerned about hurting me in any way. But I tell her when I can feel my fingers in her warm, soaking slit it seems to send strength through me. She knows I am just saying for the most part, but I do feel less pain when she is bringing to climax or her.
Years ago, after I learned about it, I did tell Susan about Edward and Grace. She sympathized with but helped realize it took nothing away from what Edward and I had. Now it comforts to know Edward has someone to tend to his needs.
Today, Saturday, Edward was home, and Emma had gone out for the afternoon. At noon, he brought me my lunch on a tray. He sat beside me and fed me as he has now done for the last few months. I can really feed myself, but he seemed to get such pleasure from this I have let him. Savoring each bite full, I so long for Edward’s touch again, especially across his knees, submitting myself fully to him.
All I could think, is, ‘please, just one last time.’
Somehow, my lustful thought must have shown on my face. Edward asked me what is on my mind. And I did it. I suddenly knew how to get the thing I so wanted one more time.
“Edward, I have never said over these many years, but I know about you and Grace,” I told him.
His look of astonishment told it all.
“It is alright, but I should have told you I knew all these years. I realize my error now,” I said, knowing I have set the trigger I so wanted.
Edward knew what I was confessing and why, but he seemed unsure. His voice quivering, he said, “Charlotte, was rather bad of you not to tell when it happened. I am not sure how I should react to this.”
He looked into my eyes and realized the longing, which was overcoming , the need for one last time how it had been from the start.
He composed himself and continued, now knowing how the afternoon would out, how I wanted it to, “Charlotte, was very naughty of you, and you know the consequences of such behavior.”
‘YES, he would give this final pleasure.’ I looked at him with downcast eyes knowing he understood my needs now and would fill them for .
Edward put the tray aside and sat on the side of the bed. “Charlotte, you know how we deal with you when you have been naughty,” he said as he patted his thighs.
I felt the steamy juices dripping from already as I turned to lay across his lap. Edward lifted my nightgown up over my back. There was something so arousing about this. It was only since I have been more or less bedridden I have worn a nightgown, though most nights Edward helped out of us to sleep.
His fingers slid into the waist of my panties, and I felt the palms of his hands run over my cheeks as he lowered them to my knees.
“Charlotte, are you sure you are up to this?” Edward asked , suddenly concerned.
“Edward, yes, I know I did something wrong and should accept the consequences,” I replied.
And he began to spank my cheeks, not really as hard as he as in the past, but he kept up the banter about how it was so bad of me not to have told him to reach wonderful place his spankings always led .
Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank… on and on it went. I felt my cheeks and thighs begin to burn and know I was nice and rosy now.
No brush, which would have been nice, but was okay, he did give what I had so longed for. After about ten minutes, I felt his fingers move under to my cunt. He felt my wetness flowing from . As he continued spanking his fingers began to with my clit, rubbing and pinching it to reach the summit.
And I did, cumming hard, crying out, tears streaming down my cheeks. It felt so good for him to one last time show me how much he cared about me he would correct my behavior this way.
A portion of , as he was spanking , accepted this spanking in part for the one confession I could never tell him. No, I could not tell him about Susan and , it would hurt him too much, and it is too late now. But with each swat and smack, I thought about him punishing for crime too.
When I came, it was as if I was absolved of everything, said, and unsaid.
As I came down from the of my climax, Edward rubbed my ass cheeks; I felt his hardness against my mons. I knew both of us needed between us also. When he helped to sit up, I kicked my panties off and turned to kneel, my legs spread, my nightgown raised over my back, my rosy ass wiggled at him inviting him.
“Please, Edward,” I begged.
His clothes were quickly off, him behind between my legs, his hard cock running up and down my slit lubricating it. Then I felt him in again. Oh, it had been so long since I experienced him where he should be.
He was tender with his stroking until I cried out, “harder, harder,” and he sped up his thrusts going deeper in , filling my cunt with his throbbing prick. Over and over, he plunged into . I began to clench against him with each stroke.
At moment, I could have died and not regretted it as my life now was complete.
Our interchange, our lovemaking, went on for over three-quarters of an hour. Edward would push in and out of me hard, then slow to a steady rhythm for a while for us to enjoy this utter closeness.
Finally, we both were reaching the ultimate conclusion, and with a final hard lurch in me, Edward came harder than he had in a long while. I screamed out as electrifying shocks spewed through my body.
He rolled me on my back and was down between my legs, cleaning me, licking me, nibbling me. I came again from his attention. But he did not let up. I told him to turn as I wanted to taste him too.
Edward quickly did, and the moan he let out as my lips touched his glans said it all. He hardened as I sucked and slide my tongue over his glans, then taking more and more of his shaft in. He was still trying to capture all the pasty cream flowing from me. We worked in harmony as we licked and sucked each other, showing our long-denied yearning for each other.
We came again, Edward for the second time, me for the fourth.
After, Edward stood, lifted me to his arms and carried me to the bathroom. He sat me on the stool as he filled a warm bath. Pulling my nightgown from me, he helped me in and climbed in behind me.
For the next hour, he washed and caressed me, exploring my whole body as he did when we first came together. I tried to turn to wash him, but he would not let me. Just holding me close to him as he lathered and rinsed me.
When finished finally, Edward climbed from the tub and helped me out. Drying me fully. Then lifting me in his arms again, he carried me back to our bed.
He asked if I wanted him to change the sheets, but the fragrance of our recent coupling lingered, and I wanted to enjoy it as long as I could, so I told him no.
He helped me in the bed, tucked the covers around me, and told me I needed to rest now. He would be back when I awoke. I was surprised, but I did fall into a deep sleep right away.
A couple of hours later, around six o’clock I woke feeling better than I had in a long time. I turned and laying on Edward’s pillow beside me, I saw a special one-hundred-dollar and a ring box.
When I opened it I gazed at a wide band of gold encrusted with pink diamonds. It was large enough to fit on my middle finger, next to my wedding ring. As I went to place in on my finger, I saw it is engraved. It said, ‘C – I will love you until the end of time – E.’
There was also an envelope which I opened. The short note said, ‘Charlotte, you have been all, totally, what I have desired in a wife. You were, still are, perfect to me. I am not sure how I will exist without you. Please know none of other really matters. I am not sure how or why it happened, but you are my all, the completion of myself. I love you so much more than you could ever know. Edward.’
I fell to weeping over this wonderful sentiment from Edward. He has now made my life complete. I placed the ring on my finger. I will never take it or my wedding band off.
I hobbled to the dresser to conceal the ‘payment’ and get my diary to record the events of today. I know this will be the last I enter, as I must now also hide this diary away in my drawer, so it is not to be found Edward.
As Donald finishes reading this final entry, tears are streaming down Emma’s face, and she is sobbing, clinging to him. He kisses Emma’s head over and over as he pats her back telling her everything is okay.
Emma finally calms herself enough to gulp out at him, “You don’t understand. It all makes so much sense to now. I remember day so well.”
Donald hugs her to her relax enough to tell him what she so needs to.
Emma begins her tale about what happened, completing Charlotte’s and Edward’s story, “ Saturday, I remember. My gave tickets to a for and Susan’s Anne to go to. It was supposed to be a bit of reprieve for caring for her. Anne and I left morning around , it was a matinee in Montgomery. My must have planned day somehow.”
“When I got home evening, my father told he and my had eaten dinner already and to let her rest. I went to bed. The next week she was so much more active and alert. I thought she was going to recover even,” Emma says as more tears fill her eyes.
Donald’s fingers lower to her pussy and back and forth in her saturated slit to her compose herself enough to continue.
After gulping in breaths to steady herself, Emma goes on, “ Monday though, my father retired officially. He had sold the bank about five years prior but stayed on to see the transition. Personally, knowing his love of control, I didn’t think he would ever retire. But so suddenly part of his life was over. And from then on he devoted himself fully to my .”
Emma says, “Susan would come to visit sometimes, telling him to take a break. While my seemed healthier for about a week, she went into a swift decline. I did tend to her, and she and I did have some occasions together alone; but most often, my father, Susan, or both were at her side. Each holding one of my ’s hands.”
The feel of Donald’s fingers caressing her clit, not trying to excite her, but to Emma relax as she told what she remembered was so appreciated.
“And then not even a month later, the end came. My was gone. With a smile on her face. Both Susan and my father holding her hands tightly, at the bottom of the bed,” Emma tells Donald.
“It was funny, just before she died, she looked so searching into my eyes and winked at . Something she never did,” Emma comments with wonder, “Was she trying to tell me what I would find down the road? she was so happy at moment?”
“It doesn’t matter, but she did have all who loved her there when she took her final breath,” Emma goes on.
She leans and kisses Donald, then resting her head on his shoulder.
With sorrow in her voice, Emma finishes, “My father’s health declined quickly after . He never went to the bank again. Grace came a couple of times to the house to visit, but he would say he was too tired to see her, so just she and I chatted. Now I realize after last with my , he severed all ties with Grace. I do feel sorry for her some.”
now, Emma is calmer, she is enjoying the attention of Donald’s fingers, and she realizes she now can put everything to rest about her parent. She is grateful her left her this diary to explain things, but more so she is so indebted to Donald for coming into her life to her be at the place she can understand it all.
She sends up a silent prayer for her parents, then turns in Donald’s lap and kisses him deeply this time, letting him know how much she cares.
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E104: Christmas celebration
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Posted:Sep 5, 2019 1:57 pm
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Dorothy and Maude’s train arrives in Birmingham around noon the next day. On rising, they have time to clean, dress, and pack their things, leaving time to watch some of the southern countryside go by as they approach their destination.
Once there, they rent a car, and after a short lunch are on their final lap to Donald and Emma. It is about a three-hour drive, but they take some back roads to enjoy the country around them, not arriving at the house until almost six o’clock. They have been calling Emma regularly since leaving the train so she will know when they should get to the house. Emma tells them to take their time, and whenever they make it is fine.
As darkness sets in, they pull into the drive. Emma and Donald, who have been watching out from the kitchen window as they fix the meal they will all have together, see them arrive and hurry out to greet them. Emma in tears almost from the feeling of love and affection she has for these women, and that they are joining them as a family for the holiday.
Once inside, their luggage stored in their room, and Dorothy and Maude encouraged to take their time getting cleaned up and settled, Donald and Emma return to the kitchen to finish putting the final touches on the meal.
The dining room table is set with the fine china from Emma’s home, sterling silverware, crystal glassware, and candles giving off a warm glow to the table. The fireplace is lite, the tree turned on, and cocktails sitting on to the coffee table in the living room.
Dorothy and Maude come into the room, looking refreshed, and a bit flushed. They have just enjoyed an amorous shower together. Both did so well know how to wash each other fully, bringing each to a quick climax of soapy pleasure.
In the shower, Maude’s hands between Dorothy’s legs scrubbing her slit and crack with pressure. The roughness of the washcloth making the juices flowing from her quickly. Then Dorothy feels a powerful abandonment as Maude not only concentrates on her clit but the fingers of her other hand play at and in her asshole. Patulous rushes which she feels send electrifying charges through her entire body as Dorothy succumbs.
Again steadier on her feet now, Dorothy drops to her knees and licks and sucks at Maude’s mons. Then down her slit, her tongue up in Maude’s vag as far as it will go. Finishing at Maude’s clit to suck and tease it to allow her to release in a cry out and shudder all that has been building up as they drove the last few hours.
They quickly dry and braid each other’s hair, and after a couple of more kisses and touches, they dress and go to the living room.
Again Emma greets them warmly giving each a hug and steering them towards the couch where drinks are set out in front of them to enjoy. Donald sits in the large armchair across from the couch and pulls Emma onto his lap. He enjoys her sitting there as she wiggles her ass so perfectly against his cock to bring a smile to his lips as they sit and chat.
After a while, Emma gets up and begins to bring the food into the table. They all gather around it and have a wonderful meal, accompanied by a couple of bottles of the wine Dorothy and Maude have brought them.
Back in the living room, they sip on the pecan whiskey Donald and Emma made while nibbling on Christmas cookies.
It is an early night for all of them, Dorothy and Maude tired from their trip; Emma and Donald from all their last-minute preparation today. All are still worn out from the fun they had engaged in the previous long night.
The next two days pass quickly with present secretly wrapping, more baking as Dorothy shows Emma some of her family’s favorite recipes, and the treats Donald enjoyed as a boy. Christmas Eve they all go to church and then back home to settle in for their winter nap.
During the night, a storm and frost blow in. Perhaps heralding the arrival of the newborn or Santa’s ride, but for whatever reason, the wind blows hard. At dawn, Donald gets up quietly so not to disturb Emma, dresses, and goes outside to check on the backyard. There are a few branches down, but no real damage to the property. It is rather cold out; he can even see his breath, which makes him hurry through his survey.
Returning to the bedroom, Donald undresses again and crawls back into bed with Emma. She stirs awake. His hands, chilled from outdoors, slide to her cunt. It amazes him how steaming hot Emma can be there so often. Almost too heated to touch, but this morning his cold fingers and hand resting against her burning mons and pussy emits a long low groan from her as she feels Donald’s cool fingers take the burning heat away from her.
It doesn’t take long for his hands to warm, and her heat to lift a little. They turn to each other and greet this special morning, their first Christmas together. Emma tingles with more excitement than she ever had on Christmas morning as a girl. Whether there were any presents or not, the gift of Donald himself is what she prizes the most.
Donald, gazing into Emma’s eyes is thinking much the same. To now have someone, so dear, so perfect, to share this day with he wants to shout out ‘Hallelujah.’
They waste no time in coming together, facing each other on their sides. Emma throws her leg up over Donald’s hip, and he presses his hard cock up in her. Smiling foolishly at each other, they shift and thrust back and forth, building up their desire. The heat of their passion warms both of them now as they feverishly bounce against each other, Donald going deeper and deeper into Emma’s pleasure palace with each stroke.
She grips him strongly on each press into her, to release for him to do it over and over.
Panting now, almost in unison, they do not want this to stop, but they do feel the advancing rush running through them both and know the end will be here soon. And what an end it is for them. Clinging to each other as the final thrusts bring them both to a heady climax. Cum pours from Donald, into Emma’s vag, mixing with all her stickiness bursting from her with each throb.
They laugh together in the total happiness they feel with each other.
Donald helps her up after a bit, they shower and dress for the day. Donald is wearing a dark green button-down shirt, with a red and green plaid tie. He dresses Emma in a shiny, low cut, waisted, with a flowing skirt green dress, close to the color of his shirt. They look lovely together as they stand admiring themselves in the mirror.
They go to the sofa in their room where there are presents overflowing the table in front of it. These are their special, private, gifts to each other.
Many are new sex toys for them to play with together, new lingerie for Emma, she hardly wears any set more than a few times anymore with Donald’s seasonal shopping sprees for her. Some silk boxers and such for Donald - Emma is learning to shop these days too. And of course, outfits for Emma’s winter wardrobe.
The excitement and joy which spreads over Emma’s face as presents after presents are given to her to open make Donald smile with the devotion he feels for her as she does. Never has Emma ever had a Christmas like this before, so many thoughtful and wonderful gifts from Donald to start her day.
Donald enjoys all that Emma has given him also, knowing the time and thought she put into each makes it so dear to him.
That part of the morning finished, they hurry to the kitchen to warm the sticky pecan buns Emma has made, make tea, a bowl of fruit, and mimosas. Donald ties a lace-trimmed apron around Emma to wear as she works. The full apron adds to the allure of her dress, making her look delightful to Donald.
They hear Karen and Julie come in the back door laden with gifts, as Dorothy and Maude come to join them also. All help to carry things into the living room, where now under the tree is overflowing with gifts. All know that just as Donald and Emma have exchanged their private gifts, the other two couples also have.
They sit on the floor around the tree, the fire once again glowing. Commenting on the sudden change in weather, and the frost in the air this morning, they nibble at their breakfast treats and settle in comfortably together. Karen and Julie are thrilled to finally meet Dorothy and Maude who they have heard so much about these last months. And the feeling is mutual for Dorothy and Maude.
All amiably get to know each other. There is no rush today. Karen and Julie will spend it with them.
Donald and Emma return to the kitchen to put the turkey into the oven to roast. The dressing had been prepared yesterday, and now it was just a quick effort to stuff the bird and get it cooking. It would be about four hours until it is done.
Back in the living room, with the drink cart and bucket of ice for all to indulge in as they choose, Donald turns on soft and low Christmas music. Around the tree, they begin to exchange gifts.
These are more ‘public’ gifts, but some very special ones too. It is nice that the four women, who have just met, have gifts for the others also.
Emma feels a glow of being with family, her family now.
Emma shyly hands Donald a gift from her. He smiles as he looks at it. Opening it he finds a box from the jeweler they are both so familiar with now. He lifts the lid to display an Akrivia Chronomètre Contemporain watch!
The elite of the elitist watch made by the newly discovered watchmaker Rexhep Rexhepi. Its accuracy has been often written about, and the Kosovo born designer, now only in his early 30s lauded as one of the best Swiss watchmakers working out of Geneva.
Donald trembles as he realizes the cost of this watch, its uniqueness and perfection. It is beautiful and tears come to his eyes realizing the effort Emma took to get this for him. Not caring who is watching, he pulls Emma closely to him and kisses her deeply. There are tears in Emma’s eyes realizing how much her gift as affected Donald.
Her hands trembling some also, she helps him put it on as everyone admires the workmanship of it.
Donald, now feeling his gift is so unworthy of what Emma has bestowed on him, hands her his present to her. She unwraps it to see a box from the same jeweler. She smiles as she lifts the lid. Lying on a bed of dark royal blue satin is a beautiful pearl bracelet. The pearls are a double strand with a gold heart clasp identical, but a little smaller, than the one around her neck.
She lifts it from the box and sees the little information card telling her these are Akoya pearls. Which must be what her necklace is made from also. Suddenly she realizes just how much Donald cared, giving her each of those pearls as she learned. The expense he spent to tell her she completed each step.
She looks closely at the bracelet enjoying its beauty as she runs her fingers over each pair of pearls. Not realizing, she is counting how many are on the bracelet and her grin widens as far as it can when she realizes that the bracelet has thirty-eight pearls also, just as her necklace does.
Donald takes it from her hands and clips it to her wrist. He comprehends that this was the ideal gift for Emma. Her kisses to him now show her pleasure.
They excuse themselves to ‘baste the turkey’ and hurry to the kitchen. Clinging to each other, they kiss with passion, both so aroused by their gifts and the thought that each had given into selecting them.
Emma gropes for Donald’s cock, undoing his pants and pulling his stiff prick out to rub against her apron. This makes a little precum drip on the apron’s skirt. He reaches under Emma’s dress and pulls her panties down and off her. He lifts them to his lips, and he feels the sticky dampness of them as he sniffs her wonderful sexual scent on them. He stuffs them in his pocket.
“I don’t think you will need these anymore today,” he whispers in Emma’s ear as he kisses her neck.
Donald lifts Emma up and she understands and wraps her legs around his waist. Her dress up around her waist now, Donald plunges into her as he leans against the kitchen counter.
Emma’s arms around his neck, her hand caressing his face, he feels her bracelet touch his cheek as she does. Emma can feel the leather of his watchband on the small of her back as he holds her to him as they fuck hard and fast.
The release of climactic proportions happens quickly as they both gasp for air as they cum. Emma leans her head against Donald’s shoulder for a moment as their breathing calms. He helps her stand, and after washing their hands they check the turkey and Emma baste it as Donald settles himself back into his pants.
They return flushed to the living room, commenting on how warm the oven is to try to cover themselves but as they make drinks for everyone, the mischievous looks between the four women show they are not buying that story.
After they chat and open the last gifts, then begin to play some games to occupy the time, the other two couples take turns checking on the turkey themselves.
When Julie and Karen go to check, they spend about fifteen minutes with both their skirts raised, panties lowered and dripping pussies crushing against each other as they press against the refrigerator. Taking turns as to who is against it to feel the most pressure from this quick coupling.
Rubbing nasties together hard, their fingers searching for each other’s clit to stroke together to a crashing climax.
In their throws of passion, kissing and sucking each other’s necks as they cum, they almost forget to baste the turkey before returning to the living room.
An hour later, it is Dorothy and Maude’s turn. Both are rather hot and bothered now. Seeing the other two couple returned rosy-faced. The drinks and the glow of the fire add to their arousal.
Maude lifts Dorothy up on the table, and slides her panties off her. She sits on the chair in front of Dorothy’s spread legs. As Dorothy leans back on her arms, Maude turns her attention to Dorothy’s cunt.
Kissing those inner thighs which she so loves, nibbling from Dorothy’s knees up to her fold and then down again on both legs over and over. Letting Dorothy begin to dribble her juices fully from her.
‘Yes, let them flow,’ Maude thinks as she now moves in to suck on Dorothy’s labia, sucking them into hard red lobes filled with the blood of desire. She fingers them apart as Dorothy spreads her legs more, and Maude dives into Dorothy musty cave with her tongue.
Dorothy lets out a little whimper of gratification. She squirms at the attention she is receiving makes her cunt throb over and over. Oh, Maude is hitting all the right spots.
Both knowing each other so well now, they can get each other to quickly cum. Usually, they like to ride their coupling out for long periods for complete enjoyment. But in moments like now, they quickly move to the grand finale.
Licking and sucking Dorothy’s juices brings her to release more and more as she climaxes. Maude feels herself soaking her own panties and is throbbing as much as Dorothy. Maude feels the shockwaves flowing through herself. Dorothy arches her back and lets out a low moan as the thrill crashes through her body too.
They laugh happily together as they check on the turkey and return to the others and the games they have been playing.
Needless to say, it is clear that all three couples were well pleased with the gifts they received from their partner.
The turkey is done, its red pop-up button sticking out to show its readiness. The turkey is set aside to rest as they all together finish preparing the rest of their dinner. Everything complete and on the table, now set for six, Donald stands at the head of the table and carves the bird. As he does, all are remembering how they ‘helped’ to roast it to this golden brown.
Dinner finished, Dorothy and Maude tell Donald and Emma to go take a nap if they would like, they will clean up the dishes. Karen and Julie chime in also saying they will help Dorothy and Maude. Emma says they can help too, but Dorothy shushes them off to their room.
There, Donald helps Emma out of her dress, and she stands before him in only her stockings and garter and low-cut bra. He puts the sheer apron back over her head and ties it to her back. There is something about Emma in it, her pussy peeking out at him, the silk stocking for him to rub his hands up and down against is all so appealing to him.
He undresses and then leads Emma to the end of the bed. “Bend over Emma,” he tells her.
She does as Donald tells her, feeling the fabric of the apron against her stomach and hips. She instinctively spreads her legs wide. She hears him moving behind her, and then feels so cool lubricant being run over her crack and rosebud. The anticipation of what is to come makes her juices begin to ooze from her.
Donald rubs the lube around her hole, sticking his finger in some to spread it on the opening to this back cavern. Then she hears something begin to whirl. It is the new vibrating butt plug he gave her this morning. Emma wiggles her ass welcoming it to enter her.
She feels Donald rubbing it up and down her crack, wetting it. Then she feels him press it against her opening, gently as possible. Pressing it in, over her sphincter, now sliding easily up into her. Oh the vibrations against her are so delightful. Then Donald turns it up a couple of notches and the feelings pulsate through her.
She crawls up on the bed, on her knees, legs spread awaiting Donald. He is between her knees, running his cock up and down her soggy slit, drenching his glans with her gummy fluids in preparation.
As Emma feels the vibrations spinning in her rectum, she feels Donald’s cock pressing up in her, thrusting in and out. The feeling of being filled both ways is so astonishing. She begins to purr in total bliss.
Donald can feel the vibrations against his prick also as he lunges in and out of Emma. She is so clenching against his shaft with each dive into her. The feeling is exalting. Between the pulsations of the butt plug in full throttle and the tightening of Emma’s vag on his member, it is something he has never really experienced before.
Yes, they have enjoyed sex this way with the plugs Karen and Julie gave them for their birthday, but they had left them on the lowest setting, and deflated them some when they went to fuck. Now, such a large one in Emma, expanding her so and on the high setting are sending tremors through them both.
They do seem to find new ways always to go that step further so often. Both in total agreement and enchantment as they discover new levels of amusement.
They pump and grind together as each senses how close to the brink they are reaching. It takes only seven or eight more deep prods until Emma entire body is quivering and her vagina is compressing so tightly on Donald. They both cry out together as they fall over the edge into sexual ecstasy.
Donald lays against Emma’s back, his now softening cock still up in her, feeling the vibrations from her ass taking them both to a second, more tranquil climax.
Donald lifts himself from Emma, presses the vibrating plug off and carefully removes it from her. They both move up on the bed to lay their heads on the pillows, and holding each other tight. They do both fall asleep for a couple of hours.
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The four women, finishing the dishes quickly, working together so well as they chat about their lives. They realize how much they have in common, both couples meeting in college, and Julie and Karen comment that they hope they can still be together the same way Dorothy and Maude are, so many years later.
They all are having such fun together. They go back into the living room and fix fresh drinks. Then sitting at the end of the dining room table, they get out the cards again, but this time they decide to play strip rummy. The idea of doing so seems so silly but great fun.
Cards are dealt, the hands played. When the score for the hand is tallied, they have decided, the one with the lowest points for that round must take one piece of clothing off. They agree to play to 500 points. When a winner passes the mark, all the others, no matter how much they still have on, must totally strip for the victor’s pleasure. If someone loses all their clothes before that, they are then out of the game, must remain naked, and bring drinks and treats for the rest to nibble on.
Julie is not that good at the game and looses the first few rounds. Her sweater is gone, then one sock, and the other. Her skirt is off, and she is in just her panties, bra and blouse. She does ask then if jewelry will count and as all are having such fun, they agree they can, but only when someone is down to their underwear.
The other three others all lose a hand or two as they continue. Soon Julie is in her underwear, with only a bracelet and her earrings left before she must reveal. Dorothy has lost all to her undies and blouse, with some earrings and rings to shed if needed.
Karen is still in skirt and blouse, she has a couple of rings and necklace to use still. But Maude, knowing how to play this game well, has only removed her stockings and sweater.
But point-wise Dorothy is the one ahead with now over three hundred and fifty points. She knows how to really rack up the points and steal them from her competitors when they are still holding so many cards.
The game is getting rather interesting as they wade through discarded clothes to go get a plate of cookies and refill their drinks.
Back settled again, the next hand is played. It only takes a few hands for Julie to find herself completely undressed. The other three gaze on her beautiful body with relish. Dorothy and Maude sigh over her still so perk and firm breasts, her wonderful curves and the gleam of her saturated mons. Oh, she has been enjoying this game it seems.
Karen tells Julie, “As the first loser, I think you need to sit on each of our laps as we play a hand. The person holding you can do what they like touching you as we complete each hand.”
Dorothy and Maude look at each other, and slightly nod, that this could be such a different fun game to play at. Julie claps her hands in glee and moves to sit on Maude’s lap. She leans against her shoulder with her arms around Maude’s neck.
Maude runs her hands over Julies firm breasts, squeezing the nipples a little and the hand is dealt. She is having such enjoyment of Julie on her lap she does not concentrate on the game, and she is now discarding the last of her jewelry – it is now just her bra and panties left.
In some ways it is a little unfair, the younger women are wearing so much more jewelry, but how the hands work out, it is all equal in the end.
Julie moves to Dorothy’s lap now. She snuggles against her, and Dorothy places her fingers on Julie’s thigh, rubbing it in between playing her hand. Julie mews with pleasure and wiggles in her lap.
Dorothy wants to keep Julie there for a while, but her hand is so good she quickly shuts the other two out. And raises her score to over four hundred.
Maude loses that round and now is only in her panties. All three other women look at her breast with admiration. While they hang some, they are so full and luscious. Her nipples are so firm and inviting.
Julie moves to Karen’s lap now and enjoys her touch on her wildly soaking clit and slit. The hand is played, Karen so busy playing with Julie does lose this round and is now down to her undies and rings.
Back on Maude’s lap, Julie’s dripping on her bare thigh enraptures all of her concentration and she loses the hand. Now she is nude also.
Maude tells Karen and Dorothy that perhaps it would be better for them to sit on her lap instead. So Karen, now on Maude’s lap, feeling her juices slipping out of her mons to touch Karen’s panty covered ass; and Julie on Dorothy’s lap clinging to her neck as she brushes her boobs against Dorothy.
The hand is played, both Karen and Dorothy have delightful distractions as they play. With such diversions, they each score low, but Karen is now is down to her last ring before she reveals.
Dorothy adds to her score. Another hand or two and she should win. Maude asks if they would like to trade spots with Dorothy on her lap and Karen holding Julie. But all agree to stay as they are until the end.
Dorothy’s hand is getting wet and tacky from playing with Julie’s slit. She pinches and pulls at Julie’s labia making them swell for the attention. Julie’s head on her shoulder, her lips so close to Dorothy’s ear as she moans softly with each pinch.
Meanwhile, Maude has been pleasuring Karen through her panties in much the same way. Maude’s warm, firm hand caresses the younger woman’s pussy. Pressing against Karen’s clit to make her hum with decadence.
The hand goes to Dorothy once again, and Maude helps Karen out of her bra. Both don’t care about the last ring as Maude caresses Karen’s breasts and tweak her nipples.
The next hand, Dorothy loses, and discard her undies - she chooses them over her bra as she wants to feel Julie's moist offering dribble down between her thighs.
Up until now, none have kissed, Dorothy and Maude are still semi-processing what is happening. Never have they been with other women, alone or together before. But this is all such fun and feels so right. They look into each other’s eyes, and Maude winks at Dorothy letting her know that everything is alright, and they should play this fully out, well as far as it goes.
Karen and Julie are having similar feelings as they have never done anything like this before either. Both a couple of times each have played with other women alone, but never found anyone who could be as good as they were together. They too exchange glances and slight nods saying, yes, let’s see this through.
Almost as one, the younger women on their laps turn to Dorothy and Maude, lean to each other and kiss for the first time. Just on the lips to start, but when moans fill the room, mouths open and they explore these new erotic cavities.
After several minutes of kissing each other, Dorothy and Karen, both rather competitive, play the last hand. Dorothy passes the five hundred mark, but Karen was really not that far behind her in the end.
Maude helps Karen to stand, and takes her panties off her. Julie gets up and turns Dorothy’s chair so they can all stand in front of her in their naked glory. They help Dorothy stand and the three of them on all sides lower her panties and rub and caress her thighs, ass cheeks, and pussy making her cry out in delight.
Dorothy is just kissing each of them in thanks when they hear Emma and Donald moving around. They look at each other, laugh, grab up all their clothes, and Julie and Karen lead Dorothy and Maude through the frosty yard to their cottage.
All are shivering when they reach it, and quickly dive into the bed together, intermixing together, all touching and kissing and licking each other in a frenzy. Knowing, but not knowing, who they are pleasuring and receiving pleasure from and the coupling switches and changes between them.
The four spend pursuing this newfound pleasure well into the evening. The younger women loving the feel of an older woman for the first time, and Dorothy and Maude, remembering their early days fondling these young women.
Back at the house, Emma and Donald wonder where the women have disappeared to. Donald suggests that perhaps they decided to take a walk around the property in the crisp air. Together Donald and Emma begin to make turkey sandwiches and bring out the leftovers for an evening repast. Taking their time to prepare the meal and wait. Sitting together for a while on the couch, sipping on drinks and watching a classic Christmas movie.
It is a couple of hours later when they hear the women enter through the kitchen. They come into the living room, rosy-cheeked. Donald asked if they have been having a good time together.
They all titter as Maude tells Emma and Donald, “Yes, it has been very nice getting to know each other better.”
The food is brought out, and they eat, while Dorothy slips Julie’s forgotten earring to her as they sit at the table. Far enough away from Donald and Emma, the four women play footsie together as they eat.
As Julie and Karen go to leave, and the end of the evening, Dorothy and Maude hug them each tightly and whisper in their ears that they must try to find another afternoon to be together while they are here.
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E103: The longest night
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Posted:Sep 4, 2019 3:30 pm
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Christmas is at hand, and Dorothy and Maude are coming to celebrate with them. Neither have ever been south to Donald’s home and the warm invitation, which they know is mainly Emma’s influence now, is so pleasing to them.
They at first plan to fly down, but then, realizing they no longer have any need to rush around to get somewhere, decide to take the train. It will be a day and a half trip, but they book a sleeper car and giggle together about the fun they will have while they roll along the tracks.
Meanwhile, Emma is spending days and weeks getting the house ready for their visitors. Donald is getting swept up in the excitement too and is pleased that his aunt and Maude are coming to visit.
Emma gets Karen and Julie to join in on the preparations, making sure they know that they are to be included in the Christmas Day festivities. The kitchen sends out aromas of fresh baked cookies and treats; the house is cleaned and polished from top to bottom. Emma even has painters in to brighten Donald’s bedroom for Dorothy and Maude to stay in.
In all the commotion going on from Thanksgiving until December 21st, Donald finds himself spending more and more time at the Institute to escape the turmoil. But then only confronted with a to-do list when he gets home.
A couple of weeks into this upheaval Donald pulls Emma on to his lap one night and tells her, as he kisses her face, neck, hair, and ears, “Emma, hire whoever you need to. Get this place in the condition you want it, but do not wear yourself out so you can’t enjoy the visit and holiday.”
Emma understands what Donald is telling her, and the next day a full cleaning crew arrives. Then a huge tree is delivered, some of her family’s decorations brought out, and a buying spree of new items completes the adornment of the house. By December 21st, everything is looking festive, clean, and welcoming.
Dorothy and Maude will be arriving tomorrow evening. They are taking the train to Birmingham, Alabama, and then renting a car to finish the trip. Both Donald and Emma offer to pick them up, but they insist they want to take their time enjoying the scenery on the drive. So instead, Emma plans a wonderful dinner for their arrival.
Tonight is the longest night of the year. In the past, this would be a night for Emma to remember those who have departed this earth and reflex. Instead, there seems to be something in the air making this night different, for everyone.
Sitting by the tree that evening with the twinkling lights, Donald and Emma make slow, tender, love to each other. And it is lovemaking now which they both feel. Before it has just felt as intimacy between them, or hot on sex, but tonight, each takes their time with each other in a changing way under the soft glowing lights.
It starts innocently. Donald lights a fire and as they watch it burn and the glimmering of the lights and ornaments cast a glow over them both. Kissing and caressing for long periods. Tonight there is not a timetable, nor any finish line they need to cross. There is this long night ahead.
After sitting with his arm around Emma for a while, leaning and kissing her, Donald moves his lips to the back of her neck and begins to work his way around. Her collar is getting in the way, so he turns Emma enough to unbutton her blouse, and pull it down over her shoulders. Her tan shoulders glow in the light as he kisses her back and upper arms.
He finds his lips returning to the nape of her neck, and as he does, he begins to suck and suck on it. Emma moans from the feeling of his lips, pulling her skin so into his mouth. While it is not the same as when Donald sucks that hard on her nipples or clit, it does start this wave flowing over her.
Emma sighed deeply at his kisses on such a tender spot.
After imbibing this way for several minutes, Donald lifts his head away and is amazed to see the mark he has left is almost in the shape of a heart. He reaches his hand around to the front of Emma’s pearl collar and thugs a bit on the heart link. Emma almost swoons from feeling this.
Whenever Donald pulls on her collar this way, there is this rush that runs through her. It is like it is a reminder that she is his pet, and so totally in his spell.
Overcome with the delights Donald is raining on her, Emma reaches and begins to unbutton his shirt. She so wants to run her fingers over his bare chest. Which once the shirt is open and spread, she begins to do. Gently, almost tickling him as the tips of her fingers played back and forth from one nipple to the other. Squeezing them between her finger and thumb, making them firm and taut.
Donald sighs with delight at this attention, but when Emma lowers her head and takes each into her mouth to suck on, the laments turn to a guttural growl as he feels electric shocks run through his body.
Together they both help each other out of their shirts and toss them to the side. Donald puts his hands under Emma’s boobs outside her shelf bra and lowers his head to suck on her nipples. It is almost as if he is nursing from her, taking in all her essence with each pull of the nipple, making it grow and extend.
It is Emma’s turn to wail now.
Donald reaches back and undoes her bra to set her breast free as he suckles them. Feeling the release, Emma cries out in pleasure.
In the twilight, they seem to both be finding ways to show their affection for each other. Emma can see the bulge in Donald’s pants but takes her time just caressing his sides, hips, thighs, knowing he is getting harder and harder from her touch.
Donald can see Emma becoming more excited and does reach behind her and unzips her skirt to help it fall away from her. Emma is struggling to undo his belt and pants to get to his reward too.
Both struggle out of their bottoms, but for some reason right now they keep their undies on. They cling in each other’s arms, Emma’s breasts rubbing against Donald’s chest as they kiss. Then Emma begins to suck on Donald’s ears, one after the other, back and forth. Sticking her tongue in and out of his ear canal, nibbling on his auricle.
Donald is so turned on by this. The feel of her tongue and teeth gently gnawing at his pinna and the edges of his ear lobe. His low moans and his hardening cock, which Emma feels through his boxers tell her that he is enjoying this a lot.
She keeps up at it back and forth between each side of his face until he reaches a point that he takes her head in his hand and moves Emma, so her lips are on his and they kiss long and hard.
Emma is feeling how damp she is in her panty cover crotch. She knows the throbbing she is feeling so well, and knows release, for both of them, needs to be attended to now.
She lowers herself down to lie on the floor as they continue to kiss. Her knees are raised and spread, waiting for Donald to come into her. He begins to pull her panties off as she lifts her ass to allow him to do so.
Then grabbing at the waistband of his boxers, Emma lifts her head enough to kiss his hard cock through the fabric before lowering them down off him. The feeling of Emma kissing his shaft through his boxers sends rush waves through Donald’s body.
Both of them tonight are responding strongly to the acts of foreplay that they take their time over it. The mere idea of each touching, caressing, stimulating each other has this cosmic effect on each.
Donald rolls them on their sides facing the fire with the lite tree beside it. Emma’s back is tight against Donald’s chest as he holds her. His cock laying in her crack and slit. The base his shaft and balls are pressed against the bottom of her crack near her asshole, the shaft is huddled in her slit with the glans just barely brushing Emma’s clit. He can feel her throbbing against him, her cunt is so warm and inviting and sticky wet.
His hard penis is pulsating also, the vibrations of both is so pleasing to each of them.
Donald's hands enfold Emma’s breasts as he works them as two pieces dough he is kneading to shape into perfect loaves with just a nice little high peak on each. Emma sighs are filled with delight at his touch both on her breasts and between her legs.
She feels Donald’s warm breath on her neck as she leans back into him more. Both his, and her breathing is starting to get a little labored from the intense feelings growing in them.
Donald moves enough to slide his cock into her waiting wet vagina. A deep groan comes from them both as he presses up deep into her. Emma lifts her top leg and throws it over his thigh so he can enter her fully and completely.
It is a slow and gentle intercourse they engage in, in and out, holding still at each thrust to feel the shaking of Donald’s prick against Emma clenching sides, relishing the waves of electricity running through their bodies.
Donald lowers his one hand to reach between Emma’s legs. Feeling the wetness dripping from her, he covers his fingers and thumb and begins to pinch and polish Emma’s clit to add to her mounting pleasure.
Donald wants Emma to cum multiple times now before he does. But he knows how this is happening between them it will be more of small, gentle spasms overtaking her. Which start.
Emma body shudders as the first overtakes her. It is not that crashing thing that happens often, but a deeper, more complete surrender to sexual gratification. Donald feels her sides clamp against him as it does, and just stops and lets her hold him as his cock throbs.
Donald feels his balls so full pressing against her ass, he knows his semen is filling them, wanting to be released soon. But for now, he desires to feel the tight fullness of them. The minor pain, the major pleasure, of full hard nuts waiting to empty.
Emma calms, and her grasps loosen on Donald. He begins to thrust and bob in her again. It is barely moments later when a second climax overtakes Emma again, and she feels herself arching against Donald’s chest as she cries out and clutches him again. Her hand reaches behind Donald to pull him closer, further up in her as she succumbs to the sensation.
Emma experiences the warm glow running through her body, loving the feeling between her and Donald right now. Donald is feeling something churning in him also. He is aroused and needs to release soon, but this feeling is something else. It brings tears to the corner of his eyes, realizing how overwhelming what he is feeling is.
His stomach almost hurts with the overflowing sensitivities culminating within him. He even feels his rectum clench from the onslaught of emotions running through him. He acknowledges such a deep affection and total compassion for Emma. And what makes him tremble even more is realizing that these emotions are not overtaking him just at this moment, but that they are so deeply embedded in him now.
Nine months ago, he did not even know that Emma existed. Well, he had heard her name mentioned from time to time about all the community boards she served on, but that never really registered with him. Now, in the time to bear a , together they had created a new vibrant relationship between them.
His cock becomes enflamed, thinking about how much a part of his life Emma is to him now. If anything were to happen to her, to them, he realizes he is not sure how he would carry on.
And with such feeling of love, which he now realizes for what they are, he presses deep into Emma and everything release from him, spurting out up into her. Trying wordlessly to tell her how much she means to him and how he needs her.
Emma feels his release and clutches his shaft with her sides helping him to milk everything out of him. Finally, when every drip has been released, they just lie looking at the fire and twinkling lights content in each other’s arms.
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Meanwhile, in the back cottage, Julie and Karen are entering into their own longest night. Lying in bed together facing each other, their tree in the front room giving off a glowing light that flows into the bedroom, they just stare at each other with silly, happy, grins on their faces.
Tonight is very special. It is their eighth anniversary of being together. They had met just before Christmas their freshman year at college, and after a couple of weeks apart while on winter break, when they returned to school, they were inseparable ever since. It has been a wonderful eight-year, working on their similar degrees, getting their masters, and now moving towards completing their dissertations for the doctorate degrees. And the almost three years working here for Professor Donald, and now Emma, who could ask for a better life?
They have spent most of the day in bed playing how they loved each other. Emma told them yesterday she had things in hand for today, so they need not help. It was like she sensed it was their special day.
Since morning, they have fingered and licked all parts of each other’s bodies repeatedly, and now after sharing a large bowl of pasta in bed together, they snuggle watching a girl on girl romance film. They regularly stop the film to play out the positions suggested by the film but not fully shown. The ninety-minute movie takes almost four hours to finish.
Now, lying in the glowing lights, both so satisfied, but still hungering for more, they look into each other’s eyes as their fingers play in each other’s mons and slits. They each feel the other throbbing as their juices flow from them.
Karen leans and kisses Julie fully then tells her to lay on her stomach, to start, as she throws the covers to the bottom of the bed. She settles herself on the back of Julie's knees and begins a leisurely massage of Julie.
Working her fingers into her shoulders and the back of her neck, Karen works all the kinks and tension from Julie. Leaning to kiss each place she rubs over and over, running her tongue over each area helping to prolong this shiatzu of Julie’s shoulders and back.
Karen manipulates all of Julie’s back, cheeks, hips, thighs, and calves. Then she turns her attention to what she knows Julie likes the best. She brings her reflexologist’s skills out as she starts on each of Julie’s feet, applying the pressure to those special places on the sole which send calming messages from the peripheral nerves to Julies central nervous system helping to wash the tension away and allows a wave of lust to run through her body. Karen moves to do the same with Julie’s hands, head and ears to cause rush after rush of sensual delight to crash through her anatomy.
Julie moans from the attention Karen is giving her.
“Ready to roll over baby?” Karen whispers in her ear between blowing on it.
In reply, Julie turns under her to have Karen’s pussy against hers. Karen is dripping so now that her juices run over Julie’s mons. Karen leans and kisses her deeply before beginning to massage her shoulders, arms, and then her boobs. Squeezing the base of each some to make them fill and redden.
Karen releases them and begins to suck hard all over Julie’s tits. Leaving red circles at every place her mouth touches. Julie is groaning and trembling with pleasure. Karen does know so how to arouse her to the zenith.
Then Karen moves down over Julie’s stomach and hips, first with her hands massaging her, then her mouth following to enjoy the wonderful taste of Julie. Closer and closer, Karen moves to her mons. So wet and sticky from both from her own dripping on Julie earlier, and Julie’s self-lubricating.
This was the best dessert Karen always enjoys. The taste of their mingled juices sliding all over Julie’s wet cunt. She laps away like a greedy puppy wanting all of the special cone it has been offered.
Julie shouts out again and arches her back, and juices come streaming out of her as her vag throbs more and more. Again, Karen brings her to a perfect climax.
They fall together, holding each other kissing as they fall asleep on this long, long night.
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While on the train speeding south from Boston, Dorothy and Maude sit across from each other in their private car, enjoying the view flashing by them. They have spent the afternoon so occupied, and their stocking feet reach up to each other’s crotches and toe fuck each other slowly off and on as they just chat and point out things they are passing. Going south now, they see the west side of the tracks, they had planned accordingly and going home, they will be viewing the eastern exposure.
When dinner time arrives, they walk to the club car first for a cocktail before their meal. Both are rather wet in their panties and a bit rosy in the cheeks from such a delightful interlude of an afternoon. Dusk has already past and the night sky is visible, so early, but yes this has been the shortest day.
Enjoying their cocktails, they start up a conversation with another couple and end up having such a good time they all go to have dinner together, and then a final cocktail afterward with dessert. Surprisingly, it is three hours later when Dorothy and Maude reenter their car. The beds have been pulled down, which they laugh over a bit, as while it will be tight – almost like back when they were in college – they will be sharing one of the bunks only.
They sit at the small chairs and table near the window and look out in the night as they sip some of the wine Maude had made in the little glasses from the bathroom.
Maude for years, with Dorothy’s help, always makes cases of wine each fall from the grapes and fruit from their garden and fruits from the farm market. They always have a good supply on hand to see them through the winter, and they often give as gifts to others who all rave over it. They have six bottles for Emma and Donald packed away in their luggage, but also have a couple for their own pleasure while on the train.
They gaze at the starry night, no clouds out at all, just twinkling lights of the sky and towns they speed through. Though some of the towns, they can enjoy the Christmas lights which go by in a blur but adding color to the night. There is actually a full cold moon tonight to mark the winter solstice, something that doesn’t always happen, but tonight, it does add to the brightness of this long night. Perhaps that is what is causing this night to be different.
Maude and Dorothy help each other undress after they turn the lights off, it is nice to sit together on the bed, Dorothy almost on Maude’s lap as they leave the blinds up to look out at the night as it passes. They turn to each other and kiss, a soft, but passionate kiss. The feel of the lightness and smoothness of a woman’s lips, each other’s lips on them always stirs Dorothy and Maude far greater than the kiss of any man. Even with David and Bobby, who did often show a softer side to themselves, it wasn’t as breathtaking as when they kissed each other.
After another hour of this, touching and kissing each other’s breasts, sucking nipples and rubbing against each other, they pulled back the covers and climbed into the narrow bed.
Maude has her back against the wall and Dorothy cuddles in her arms, her ass against Maude’s cunt. Maude moves her hand under Dorothy to squeeze and hold her boobs. Her upper hand finds its way to Dorothy’s wet and waiting slit to slide up and down, pressing two or three fingers up into her vag then when nice and wet to her clit to stimulate her there.
It is a slow dance that Maude is playing on Dorothy’s body as she nuzzles and licks the back of her neck. Dorothy is enjoying this attention from Maude as she always does, but tonight in this narrow cot she is taken back to their early days in college.
When they have gone on like this for a while, the moon now high in the night sky shining in on them, Maude is now so hot for Dorothy. She rolls Dorothy on her back and moves on top of her for their wet, dripping, pussies to press together. They move their legs so to scissor each other as they both work towards a marvelous climax.
As they lay in each other’s arms, panting after they mutually finished, they can’t stop kissing each other over and over.
Then Dorothy moves down on the bed, spreads Maude’s legs and licks all their mingled juices from her, taking her time causing Maude to cum once again.
Finally, exhausted and sated now, they fall to sleep.
Just before dawn, Dorothy climbs out of the bunk and pulls the window blinds down so no one can see in on them as they speed through the southern towns now.
Climbing back into bed, Maude greets her with a warm smile, she has Dorothy on her back now and is down between her legs for a morning welcome.
Yes, this longest night, for all three couples, goes on and on until the morning light.
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E102: More from Emma’s mother’s diary
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Posted:Sep 3, 2019 1:44 pm
Last Updated:Sep 19, 2019 6:50 pm
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Between playing their different games, Emma now broadcasting on one of the adult sites they found on a regular basis, and just life in general, the fall does seem to fly . Before they know it, it is Thanksgiving. Their first together. This year has been filled with so many firsts and then repeats. It is hard to imagine it is only eight months since Emma attended the lecture Donald gave. And six months since this all began with them.
Neither had really done much for Thanksgiving for years, so when Julie and Karen tell them they are fixing a full dinner for them day they did not argue as the thought of turkey and the trimmings sounded wonderful.
And it is. The four eat together in the early afternoon, and after some pumpkin and pecan pie, along with the special pecan drinks for dessert all are stuffed and happy. The dishes are done, and everything cleaned up, Julie and Karen kiss them both and head back to their cottage late afternoon for a ‘nap’ they say.
Emma and Donald make a couple of more drinks to sip on and head to the couch. It has been a lovely day, and while still some of it ahead, they are feeling lazy with no desire to do much of anything.
When Donald suggests they read a bit more of Emma’s ’s diary, which they haven’t much for a while, Emma agrees it sounds like an excellent idea.
The diary is brought out, Emma snuggling in Donald’s lap, they begin to read.
June , 86
Edward and I have been married for years now. Emma is almost ten years old. So happy in school and rather self-reliant luckily. She is a quiet though. Susan and I have had years of wonderful times together too. Every Wednesday, for most of the time, and often for lunch with women’s groups one or two times a week, dinner with husbands every other week. All is good.
No one has ever suspected anything about Susan and me, which makes our time together so much more special. We both enjoy our time and discipline with our husbands so much, but these Wednesday afternoons, while our girls are at school, helps us bloom and feel our full sexual potential.
Susan does like me to wear the sexy lingerie Edward buys for . Slowly taking it off . She tells she wishes I would wear the sexy outfits I used to back before I married but understands why I must not . She is more than content just to strip of my dowdy outfits to run her hands over my hidden scanty bras and panties, then slowly undress to take full advantage of .
I do seem to find myself falling under her power and spell as much as I do Edwards, but I give as good as I get in return. the end of Wednesday afternoons, we are both a sweaty mess, our juices mingling together all over each other. And our kisses mixed with our combined fluids so intoxicating.
Emma has almost caught us now twice, coming home before we have finished our bath together. Luckily, she knows just to go to her room and begin her homework when she gets home. I would call out to her asking how her day was, with Susan kissed my neck as she fondled my clit and vag for one last lingering time.
Fridays, Susan and I usually meet at the hairdresser's in the morning for our shampoo and set to get our hair done for the upcoming weekend. Yesterday was one of those days. But it turned out so different.
We both sometimes have massages next to each other, gazing into each other’s eyes as we feel the firm hands work their wonders on our backs, knowing we both are so naked under our towels. Now and then we will go to the same changing room after and kissing deeply so to muffle our cries as we finger each other to a quick climax.
Yesterday was one of those days. Which when it happens, leaves me so horny and hungry for something more. Which is what led to what happened and my discovery.
Feeling wet and wanting, I went to the bank to see if Edward would like to take me to lunch. I don’t often do this, but sometimes when I have been so bold, he is so aroused our lunch takes place a couple of towns over in a hotel room. Usually he spanks for being so brazen and then, such lovemaking follows. And another hundred-dollar will be found on my pillow night.
So hoping for such an afternoon delight, I drove to the bank. I walked in through the lobby, and while a few of the tellers probably saw , I know my way to the president’s office, and no one would ever question his wife going directly there.
When I get to the outer office, I am surprised to see Grace is not at her desk where she is always stationed unless running some errand or at lunch. Well, it is still a little early for her to be at lunch, so I looked around to see if she was anywhere nearby.
No, she was nowhere to be seen.
Now I do not like to go to Edward’s office unannounced, but perhaps would guarantee a spanking, it has been a few weeks, and I was somewhat longing for one. I went to the door of his office and began to open it.
Thank goodness, I only opened it a crack, just enough to see in. To see Edward sitting on his couch, his pants open and down around his knees, and Grace kneeling in front of him sucking his cock.
Edward was pressing against the back of her head and telling her to take it all in. Grace was choking a bit but was trying too.
What was going on? How could Edward? And Grace?
I stood mesmerized, watching for several minutes as she sucked and sucked him until he pulled from her and explodes over her lips. Grace lapped it all up and murmured. “Thank you, master.”
I wonder what this horrible relationship Edward was engaging in with her was. He did not offer her any real sexual pleasure/release. Instead, she was just servicing him. As she does as his secretary, giving her all to meet all his needs.
I felt somewhat sorry for her.
But then he told her to stand and lift her skirt. He looked at his watch and told her five minutes only. Then he pulled her panties down to her thighs and finger fucked her cunt for five minutes. She moaned and withered from his touch. I know what she was experiencing. Just any sort of attention from Edward was so rewarding.
But the five minutes was not enough for her. When Edward withdrew his hand, took a towel, and wiped himself clean, both his fingers and cock, you could tell she has not climaxed. Close, but no.
And Edward did not even wipe her wetness from between her legs. Rather just told her to pull up her panties.
I quickly closed the door then and hurried from the office. Out of the bank and headed home.
My mind was whirling. What was going on between Edward and Grace? How long has it been going on? I was fuming so much as I drove home.
Once there, I poured myself a glass of sherry and sat and thought.
In a bit, I was calmer. I realize I have had Susan for all our marriage, so how could I judge Edward?
But then I started to feel sorry for Grace. How she must worship him to allow her this degrading position with him. To receive any sort of favor from him.
in itself made angry at Edward again. And then I thought more. Every year for her birthday, Christmas, and Secretary’s Day, he always made get an appropriate gift for Grace, he could not even shop for her himself?
I turned on a pop radio station, something Edward did not approve of and listened to the newest Madonna songs and top ten. I even danced around our living room with an abandonment I had not felt in year when “Spirit in the Sky” came on.
When I heard Emma opening the front door, I quickly turned off the radio, then called my to ask them to keep Emma for the night. She agreed and said she would be over to get her shortly.
When my got there, Emma’s bag was packed for a weekend at her grandparents. My looked at , questionably, as if trying to figure out what was going on. But left things unsaid and left with Emma.
I still was so confused about what I was feeling. My husband was cheating on with his secretary. I could not really complain as we have sex several times a week, and it still is inventive and wonderful, so nothing was being taken away from me. But, he feels he needed someone else too.
Though then I remember the “Master” comment Grace made when on her knees. Did Edward need to have such control over all women who were a part of his life? To show who totally was in ?
Then my mind wandered, and I really became angry for some reason. I began to ponder, ‘Does Edward spank Grace like he does me?’ Just the thought of tipped the scales for . No, I must be the only one he disciplined. He cannot do it with anyone else. Please, not .’
Even writing this now, I realize how foolish and unreasonable I am being, but act between us, even more than sexual intercourse was something just between Edward and me. Not to be shared with anyone else.
I fell to a crying fit over the thought of this. Which is how Edward found me when he came home. He demanded to know what was wrong, and I was short and snappy with him, which did not bode well.
He asked where Emma was, and I told him at my parents for the weekend. Which he replied was probably for the best considering how I was behaving. He again ordered to tell him what was going on. I almost spilled out what I had seen, but caught myself in time, realizing what a can of worms it could open.
Instead, I just glared at him for a few seconds, before bowing my head in submission. was all was needed. He knew he was in control again and told to get up to the bedroom and get the brush out.
All in all truth, this is what I wanted so much. I scurried up the stairs to our room. Stood beside the couch with the brush in my hand waiting. I could feel myself starting to throb in anticipation.
Edward made wait way for several minutes. He had fixed himself a drink which he brought up with him, set it down on the table the couch, took his time taking his suit coat and pants off. Then undressed to just his boxers before sitting down and motioning me to come in front of him.
He reached behind me and unzipped my dress and let it drop to the floor. He told me to lift my arms over my head as he took my full slip off me. Then undid my garter belt and lowered my stocking off to a heap on the floor too.
There I stood in my bra and panties in front of him. The brush in my left hand waiting for his command. I could feel my juices gathering in my cunt and beginning to drip down my thigh some.
“Charlotte, I do not know what has come over you today. Perhaps I have let a little too much time lapse since you were last spanked. Is what got you out of sorts today?” Edwards questioned .
“We will rectify situation immediately,” he continued as he motions for me to bend over his lap.
He ran his fingers inside the elastic of my panties and pulled them down to my knees as I lifted to allow it. His left hand moved to my slit, and I heard him tsk-tsking about how wet I already was. His right hand ran over my ass cheeks, just circling them in preparation.
It does seem like a long time since he has given me the spanking I crave, and I was so ready for it. While Edward will never know, I feel I deserve this for spying on him today, for having double standards about both our individual needs and overall misbehaving with Susan all these years.
Edward started with a hand spanking, back and forth over both cheeks, circling them to make sure every inch of my bottom was reddened. the ninth or tenth slap, I was crying and promising to be good. It felt like such a joyous release of all my tension.
the time he took the hairbrush from me and started its rounds over my cheeks and upper thighs, I was, as I cried, feeling so relaxed. Edward would not take this much trouble to punish me if I was not the most important thing to him.
Let him have whatever he needs with Grace, I know he always does come home to me, is a wonderful lover and disciplinarian for me. Since our marriage, I have come to realize I need as much as the love and affection he offers too.
The spanking goes on for almost a half-hour, finally slowing, Edward asked if I have gotten it out of my system. I cried yes, I have, and will be his good wife. He made stand in the corner for another half hour.
Then he came up behind me, and I felt cool lotion being rubbed on my behind. His hands circling around and around and then moving between my legs to rub up my soaking slit, finding my clit and rubbing it until I arched back and came.
He picked me up then and carried me to the bed. On my knees, as I knew how he liked to fuck me at these times, my legs spread, I felt him position himself between my legs and press his hard cock head up into my vag.
I cried out in wonder of feeling it enter me. Edward was relentless. Pounding into to me deeper and deeper with each thrust. Making me gasp each time. He was so thick and hard it was amazing.
Let Grace suck him every day if it meant in the end, he came home and fucked me this good.
After we both came hard, we fall together in a sticky pile, kissing and caressing each other. Only later do we go and take a nice long hot bath together. I blush some thinking about how often I have been in this tub with Susan after our couplings.
I should feel so guilty about it, but it just seems like it is just a different facet of my life, which now I realize Grace is the same for Edward.
Everything will be fine between us, each with our individual needs, but our true, full needs, for each other.
This morning when I got up, Edward brought me breakfast in bed. On the tray was another crisp one-hundred-dollar , and a beautiful sapphire ring. We spent the whole day in bed together, discovering all over again every point of pleasure we each had.
I realize from now on, I must make sure to get Grace very special for each holiday as she has added something to Edward’s and my marriage.
Finishing reading, Emma is a bit dumbfounded at this revelation about Grace. She sees the older woman in such a different light now. What a sad, in many ways, the life she must have lived. Being so faithful to her father, giving him everything he demanded of her with nothing much in return.
“Donald,” Emma says, “I need to pick out some of the better pieces of my ’s jewelry and give them to Grace. I will tell her I found them, with a note from her saying she wanted Grace to have them. I hope Grace will understand my knew and did not mind if not, it would be a remembrance of my father for her.”
“How sad to have to live in the shadows all these years, never being able to let her feelings show,” Emma is almost in tears thinking about this.
Donald holds her tight and pats her back thinking, only his Emma would be so concerned about the feeling of her father’s mistress.
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