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“Do you trust me?” she asked, and I’d answered without thinking, my words followed with a soft kiss, my body tingling all over as she pulled me closer, her tongue slipping easily between my lips.“Of course I do. Why would you even ask?” I answered breathlessly, feeling the welcome warmth of desire kissing the insides of my thighs. She gave my ass a quick squeeze and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath.“You make me want to do bad things to you, baby.” “I like it when you do bad things to me, Mrs. Vandermeer.”She smiled wickedly, her gaze holding mine as I trembled against her, rubbing my wet pussy against her thigh and letting out a fevered moan of desire. She kissed me playfully on the nose, then shook her head before pushing herself away from me. Helplessly I watched her retrieve her black lace bra from the dresser and slip her arms into the straps. She hadn’t really given me an answer, but I hadn’t really expected one. Abby was good at not giving answers. You might even say she was a professional. It came with the territory. She was a Professor at a prestigious university, teaching courses in political science. Up until now, she’d done all the right things. Gone to the best schools, graduated at the top of her class, met all the right people and kept her reputation above reproach. She’d married into money and given birth to two perfect, blonde, blue eyed, kids, just like her… And then she’d met me.I was her Achilles’ heel she’d tell me from time to time. Usually it was while putting her clothes back on, like right now. I lay on the sheets, just watching her dress, my naked body covered with our perspiration and cum, a satisfied smile glowing on my face as she’d pause, a rare haunted look in her clear blue eyes.“Baby,” (she always called me baby, never used my real name, Shannon. Okay, that’s not totally true. There were other names she called me in the throes of passion. Her dirty little whore, her slut, her fuck doll, but afterwards, it was always ‘baby’.) “Why do I keep coming back to you? Anyone finds out, my career is toast.”“Because your husband doesn’t let you do this, Abby.” Wincing softly, I rolled away from her so that she could get a good look at my ass. It was bright red from the paddling she’d given me. I could still feel the heat in my tender flesh spreading down my thighs and translating in my pussy as pleasure as I did my best to point at my cherry red cheeks. With my forearms bound tightly together behind my back, it took some effort. “God, you are such a nasty little girl.” She laughed, resignation in her voice, and I felt her sit down on the edge of the mattress. She ran her fingers through my hair, pausing to tease out the occasional tangle. I closed my eyes, enjoying her soft touch, the care with which she worked so at odds with how she’d treated me before and during our little sex romp. Then, I was just her plaything, to be used and abused to her heart’s content. Not that I minded. Still, the moments when she’d treat me like a well-loved pet rather than her whore were rare, and I enjoyed them almost as much as the sexual things we did.A dreamy smile turned the corner of my mouth up as I struggled to my knees, presenting my bottom to her, hoping she’d give it a little TLC as well. Instead, she gave it a playful, if painful, smack. I let out a groan, but it didn’t stop me from spreading my thighs and exposing my neatly trimmed cunt for her, hoping she’d get a good look how wet I was. I could feel the warmth of my desire spilling slowly from between my engorged lips. Sometimes I wondered if there was an end to my lust. It seemed the more she satisfied it, the more I wanted. No, wanted isn’t the right word. I needed it. Hungered for it. Craved it. I was becoming a junkie, and she was my fix. “You are an insufferable little tart.” She laughed, her voice thick with lust.“It’s why you keep coming back to me, Abby.”That earned me another swat, this one less playful, leaving me breathless.“Don’t get fresh with me, young lady.”Warm tears filled my eyes and slid down my cheeks, the pain intense as she struck me again, this time raking her nails over my abused bottom in the aftermath, leaving trails of fire in their wake before carefully undoing the knots that bound my wrists together.“I’m sorry Mrs. Vandermeer,” I managed, my words melting into a startled gasp as she went to work on my ass again, the smack of her hand ringing out as loud as my cries of pain. By the time she unbound my arms I’d been reduced to tears as well as filled with an unbearable lust. I could feel my pussy juices running down my thighs like warm, slick honey. I could almost taste them, my fragrance hanging almost palpably in the air, the faintest hint of strawberries teasing at my nostrils. By the glint in her eyes, I could tell she was all too aware of my state.“Go ahead, baby. I want to watch you play with your pretty like cunt for me. Just remember my rules this time.”“Yes, Mrs. Vandermeer.” The words slipped eagerly from my mouth, nodding at her reminder. I wasn’t allowed to climax without her permission. Sometimes she gave into my whimpering pleas quickly, holding me against her as I drove myself over the edge, frantic to come, knowing she might change her mind and deny me at any moment. And then there were those times that she just watched, lips pressed tightly together, silent save for her soft, controlled breathing as she regarded me coldly. It was pure torment not knowing how long she’d keep me on the edge like that. More often than not, she’d refuse me satisfaction no matter how much I begged. Once I had made the mistake of calling her a cold hearted bitch while in the throes of unfulfilled desires. She only laughed. I wasn’t allowed to even touch myself for a month. I never made that mistake again. I met her eyes, feeling suddenly shy as I lay back against the pillows, spreading my legs wide open for her, my knees raised. I sucked in my breath, biting down firmly on my lower lip as I was painfully reminded of the paddling she had just given me. She just smiled, her eyes glittering with amusement, her eyes drifting from my face and down my body, until they reached the soft golden down that decorated my mound. Shyly, I ran my fingers over it, letting out a soft sigh as the pain faded and the first stirrings of pleasure began somewhere deep inside of me. It didn’t take much to tease my clit out of hiding, my middle finger dipping into my drenched virgin slit until it shone with my juices.“That’s it, baby. Nice and slow while I watch. How does it feel?”“Nice, Mrs. Vandermeer. I am pretending it’s your tongue…”She let go a little snort of genuine amusement and her voice sounded pleased almanbahis şikayet as she replied. “You are such an insatiable little slut.”I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I performed for her, coating my swollen nub with my slick fluids, my eyes glued to my mistress. God, but she was beautiful, even at 40. Where I was still a girl growing into womanhood, Abby Vandermeer had embraced it. Her full breasts strained against her bra, her nipples pushing through the sheer black lace, swollen with lust. She kept in shape, her narrow waist accenting her full hips. I glanced down, pleased to see my effect on her, her black lace panties darkening with desire as she settled on the edge of the bed, her hands resting upon her thighs, her fingers curling as her nails made moon-shaped dents in her flesh. “I can’t help myself.” The words weren’t just for her benefit. They were true. She awoke something inside of me, something dirty and depraved and willing to do pretty much anything. Before I’d met Abby, I’d never even imagined this girl I’d become. She’d thrown open a door to a new world, full of dark rapture. “I know, baby. That’s what I love about you. You’re held prisoner by your desire. Sometimes, I wonder if there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do if I asked it of you.”An almost pleasurable sensation of fear rolled through me, knowing that I couldn’t begin to imagine the demands she might make of me and wondering if she was right. Would I refuse any of them? There were times that I felt so out of control, wondering if this is what an addict felt like between fixes as I slowly teased my engorged clit for her. My heart began to hammer in my chest like a bird yearning to be free, and my breath quickened as I felt the surge of desire spiral though my body. My nipples grew pointed, swollen and aching to be touched. With my free hand, I grabbed one, twisting it between my thumb and forefinger, moaning lewdly, my hips pushing upwards as pleasure pulsed through my core. “My dirty little whore’s not going to last very long if she’s not careful,” she cautioned me, her voice thick with lust.I watched her through dark lashes, disappointed that she’d managed to keep her hands from dipping between her thighs, cursing her self-control silently. Usually, she only let me cum when she did, or sometimes after. I let out a soft cry, one born of frustration, and was answered by a husky chuckle.“One of these days I am going to teach you patience.” “Yes, Ma’am,” I managed shakily, a shudder running through me as, unable to stop myself, I abandoned my tits so that I could spread my folds wide, showing off the sopping entrance to my cunt. It was an obscene show, worthy of a porn star, or so I hoped as I slowly slid my curved fingers inside of myself. My thighs trembled, and I began to shake uncontrollably. My entire being became centered on the need to explode with passion, made worse by the knowledge that she was in complete control of whether or not I would be allowed to fulfill the promise of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me.“Good girl.” A frustrated sound, trapped somewhere between a sigh and a groan, floated from my parted lips as she punctuated her words by raking her nails along over my leg, leaving a wake of pain. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling their sharply rounded tips along my inner thigh, nearing my finger filled cunt, closing in. I knew, despite her rules, that I’d implode if she didn’t stop soon. Mercifully, she did. I almost screamed with frustration, which earned me a mirthful chuckle.“Poor little horny cunt. Maybe if she begged for it?”“Please?” I didn’t need to fake the desperation in my voice as I pushed my fingers in and out of my dripping wet pussy, teasing my recently discovered g-spot unmercifully. I’d learned, early on, that she expected me to do everything in my power to make myself cum and yet, somehow hold off until and unless she gave me her blessing.“Please? That’s it? Just please?” I cried out sharply, my legs parting even further apart as her claws sought out my ass, digging painfully into my flesh. I shook my head back and forth, fighting the overwhelming sensation that burned through me, pain becoming pleasure, pleasure, pain, until every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. Not content to stop there, she did the same to my tit, her finger tips sinking into my swollen nipple. “Don’t stop, slut. Keep fucking that sweet little pussy, baby. Don’t you dare come, either!”As much as I wanted to just let myself go, I held on, wanting to please her with my obedience even more. “Oh my god, please, Mrs. Vandermeer? Please? I’ll do anything if you let me come for you. Anything.” I meant it too. It was all I could do to keep myself from going over the edge. Any minute now, and I would lose it. Frantically, I tried to slow myself down. Perversely, I started finger fucking myself even harder, faster, my body lifting as if by magic until only my head and shoulders and my feet remained in contact with the silky smooth sheets. “Anything, Miss Spencer?”Had I been more in control of my senses, the use of my actual name would have given me pause. As it was, I grasped on her question like a lifeline, my answer a panicked moan.“Anything!” I promised her. “Go ahead, then. Come for me.”The words were barely out of her mouth when I felt pleasure ripping through my body like an endless tidal wave of electricity, swelling and ebbing and robbing me of coherent thought. I vaguely sensed her mouth on mine, forcing her kiss on me as she swallowed my scream, her fingers tangling in my hair as I jerked and shook with unbearable pleasure. It seemed to last forever and, even when it was over I couldn’t stop myself. Much to her amusement, I kept at it, my fingers noisily pistoning in and out of my slick hole until I came again, arching my back as it tore through me like a seizure. This time, she simply held me down as best as she could while I thrashed against sheets soaked in perspiration and lubrication from my seventeen year old pussy. Finally, she grabbed me by the wrists and forcibly restrained me from bringing myself to a third orgasm, holding me until I collapsed on the bed, tears running down my cheeks, the only sound in the room my sobs as I fought for breath in the aftermath of my earth shaking climax. As I recovered, Abby gently ran her hands over me, her touch sending lovely shivers throughout my body. It was more like an owner comforting a pet than a lover caressing her partner which was, perhaps, her intent. “Thank you,” I whispered, finally breaking the silence, her indulgent smile making me hopeful.“You are so beautiful. Especially when you come like that for me.” Her smile reached almanbahis canlı casino her eyes, if only for a brief moment. And then, as fast as it appeared, it was gone, leaving her with a calculating look.“Remember your promise, baby?” she asked, quirking her perfectly penciled eyebrow.I must have looked slightly bewildered, for she quickly went on.“You said you do anything for me if I let you come. Remember that?” Vaguely remembering, I nodded, too worn out to speak, the pleasurable glow slowly wearing off, replaced by a dull burning pain spreading through the cheeks of my ass, as well as my breast. Glancing down, I could still make out the indentations in my nipples, deep enough that I surprised that she hadn’t drawn blood with her nails. “Good. Don’t forget. Anything. I’m going to consider it a binding contract, understood?”Once again, I simply nodded, a vague sense of unease worming its way into my hazy, post-orgasmic thoughts. o-O-oSometimes I wonder if she’d planned it this way or if it had just happened. What had started out as a last minute baby-sitting job when her usual sitter had cancelled at the last moment on the eve of an important fund raiser for her department, one she was expected to attend, had quickly become something else. It hadn’t even been a slow seduction. One night she simply called me over to sit for her. As soon as she closed the front door behind me, she’d told me to take my panties off (I’d been wearing a skirt). Shocked, I protested. Without a word, she grabbed my arm and marched me into her immaculately furnished living room and bent me over the leather upholstered ottoman, yanked my skirt up over my ass, and pulled my pink cotton panties down around my thighs before spanking me with the flat of her hand.“As long as you are in my house, young lady, you will follow my rules,” she told me as I cried out in protest. Afterwards she gave me my first ever non-self-induced orgasm, spreading my thighs wide while I was still sprawled over the ottoman, her mouth on my pussy, driving me to ecstasy not once, but several times. The last time, she’d even ass fucked me with her tongue, something I’d never even heard of, let alone fantasized about. After that, I was hers and we both knew it. Whenever I ask her what she saw in me that first night she seduced me, she shrugs, and does what she always does, answers me with a question of her own, usually; “Why do you keep coming back for more?”Because I’m hooked, that’s why. I’m not sure why the way she treats me fills me with such urges. I only know that nothing else seems to satisfy me. Funny thing, I was a virgin before I met her. I guess, technically, I still am. She laughs when I ask, telling me I can be anything I want, making it sound like how she talks to her students. Then she’ll press her finger firmly against my mouth and the corners of her lips will curve upwards in a wicked, knowing smile. One of these days I’m going to call her on it, and get a straight answer out of her. Yeah, right. Not with the promise of what she does to me hanging between us like some sort of narcotic haze, making it impossible for me to say ‘no’ to even her most outlandish requests. o-O-o“Do you trust me?”There it was, that probing question once again. This time, I had to pause a moment to think about it, recalling my promise to her at our last meeting. Once again, she’d had me meet her at ‘a friend’s house’, one I’d never met and whose existence I was beginning to question. It seemed strange that, as many times as I had visited her here, I’d never seen another soul, despite the fact that the modest two story house appeared lived in. Still, there was a lack of personality to it, making it feel more like a lavish hotel suite then someone’s residence. “I think so,” I finally murmured, watching my hands as I absently twisted my charm bracelet about my slender wrist, unwilling to meet her eyes, something she obviously wasn’t pleased with. She made that clear by taking my chin in her hand and lifting my face up, forcing me to meet eyes the color of a cloudless sky.“Yes or no, baby. You know I don’t like vague answers.” Taking a deep breath and focusing upon her appraising frown, I searched inside of me for an honest answer, finally finding one.“I trust you, Mrs. Vandermeer,” I told her sincerely, following my declaration with a softly worded addendum. “Sometimes, I feel… scared. Like this is just… so out of control…”A cold smile touched her eyes, making me shiver. At least she seemed pleased with my answer.“I think you like it being out of control, Miss Spencer. Or rather, out of your control.”I wondered at that, blinking as she held me with her gaze, her fingers squeezing my chin uncomfortably as the silence stretched on. Finally, she chuckled, releasing me from her grip, turning her back on me as she mounted the stairs. “You don’t have to come, slut. It’s not like you don’t have a choice.” Her voice was mocking. I think she knew what I had begun to suspect. I didn’t really have a choice, only it wasn’t her that was forcing me to keep coming back every time her cryptic messages appeared in my email account. It was my own needs and desires. Watching her take the steps one at a time, feeling the warm dampness spreading through my panties, I gave in once more to my cravings and followed, a delightful shiver teasing through me as I wondered what unknown pleasures she would inflict upon me tonight.She halted me at the top of the stairs by simply raising a finger in the air; by then, I’d learned what that meant. It was a command to stop whatever I was doing and give her my complete and total attention. “Turn around.” There was a note of authority in her request, more than usual, turning it into a demand. With the barest hint of hesitation, I did exactly that, my fingers curling and uncurling nervously. I’d committed myself to her whims once again, knowing that she took great delight into pushing me into unknown territory each and every time we’d meet here. Last time, she’d bound my arms behind my back before paddling me mercilessly. Afterwards she’d made me masturbate while she watched, toying with me until I was allowed to cum. The memory of it made me weak in the legs and filled my belly with butterflies. What would today bring, I wondered, suddenly unable to catch my breath? I would soon find out. “Good girl, now hold still. I bought you a present. I hope you like it. Hold out your hands and close your eyes. I’ll tell you when you may look.”Curious, I did just as she asked, knowing from experience that her ‘presents’ weren’t so much for me as for her. The last thing she’d given me was a paddle. It took all my will power to keep from almanbahis casino rubbing my ass gingerly and wincing. This was probably no exception.She placed something in my hands. It jingled softly, reminding me of a small bell. Whatever it was, it was long and thin, stretching across my palms. “Go ahead, open them.”Had she given me a little more time, I would have figured it out, I was sure of it. A collar, much like you’d put on a dog. I caressed it with my thumbs, examining it carefully, seeing as she seemed in no hurry to speak. It was made of supple leather and had been dyed blood red. It was fairly simple, a single silver buckle on one end, a series of holes on the other. To one side of the buckle was a D shaped ring. That had been the source of the soft jingle. I realized with a sudden shock, that it was for attaching a leash. The other touch was almost sweet, and it made me smile. My name, carefully tooled along its length. She’d personalized it for me, her… pet. I smiled to myself, liking the feel of it. In a sense, she did own me, after all. It had just taken me a while to come to that realization. “Well?” she asked, her voice so close to my ear that I could feel her warm breath against my neck. Startled, I stumbled over my words briefly, before finding the ones I wanted.“It’s beautiful. Thank you, Mrs. Vandermeer.” She seemed pleased, kissing the back of my head softly, her hands resting on my shoulders, her body pressing up against mine, radiating warmth and comfort. I wondered if she heard what I felt, that subtle shift in our relationship. “Would you like me to do the honors?” This time, I didn’t bother with words, simply nodding shyly as she took it, my collar, from my hands, and carefully buckled it around my neck, leaving it snug, but not so tight that I was in any danger. “It fits you perfectly, pet.” I closed my eyes in bliss as she traced a circle around my throat, just above my new accessory, blushing at the sudden flood of warmth as my pussy betrayed me, soaking suddenly into my blue and white striped cotton panties. “One more thing…” She said it like it was an afterthought, but I wasn’t convinced. This, like everything else she did, had been carefully thought out long before I’d arrived; days perhaps, or even weeks ago. “I’m going to blindfold you. Think of it as a game.”“Yes, Ma’am.” I mumbled, worrying at my lip nervously with my teeth, filling my lungs slowly with a deep breath as she carefully pulled my dark mane behind my ears. I was expecting a scarf or perhaps a tie, so I was a little surprised when she showed me what looked like sunglasses made of shiny black patent leather and fitted with a strap and a silver buckle similar to my collar. It was easy enough to guess how they worked. “There’s a place for a padlock on them. I think we won’t worry about that for now, though.” Her voice was matter of fact, as if she was giving a lecture in political science or something. Somehow, that made it less reassuring. She’d done this before, I kept thinking. What had I gotten myself into? I felt her buckle the blinder on, careful not to let my hair get caught in it, and just like that, I was engulfed in darkness. We could have been outside in the middle of the day, and it wouldn’t have made any difference. That thought rocked my world. She wouldn’t dare, would she? After all, she had more at stake in keeping our affair a secret than I did. Still, once the seed was planted, I couldn’t help but think about it. From this point on, I couldn’t really know where I was or what she was doing. I had committed myself into her hands, powerless to do anything other than submit to her desires. I should have been anxious, perhaps even scared. So why was it that I was in danger of creaming myself right there in the hallway?“Come.” How could one word carry so much meaning, so much innuendo? She spoke firmly, if softly, taking me by the arm, securing my wrist in her strong, slender fingers. Helplessly, I followed, thankful that she moved slowly, feeling vulnerable and clumsy without my vision. I’d heard somewhere that, when you lost one sense, the others became more acute. I wondered if that only became true over time. While I became more aware of the sound of her breathing, her foot steps, the slight creak of the floor, I think it was only because I was concentrating on them more. I recalled the layout of the house enough to guess that she was leading me past the master bedroom to the doorway at the end of the hall, pausing only long enough to push open the door and lead me through, her fingers tightening painfully as I stumbled over the thick rug. “Sorry,” I muttered, my cheeks warm with embarrassment.“Shush, baby. We’ll be more careful. Just a few more steps…”I giggled nervously, knowing that she must be leading me to the bed. We didn’t always end up in the master bedroom. I actually liked this room better. It had a better feel, I guess. Dark stained oak paneling and plush carpeting that felt delightful to bury your toes in. Or lie naked beneath Mrs. Vandermeer on. Anticipation rose within me, making my hyper aware of the blood pulsing through my veins, and the way my heart seemed to skip in my chest as I stood there in her grasp. I pictured the bed in my head. A king sized mattress, piled with plump pillows. The bed frame matched the walls; four posts, railed bars making up the foot- and headboards. It was a bed to inspire wet dreams; if you were a young girl harboring fantasies of being tied to a bed and fucked, that is. Yes, those were the dreams, both waking and sleeping, that accompanied me this past year. I secretly reveled in them.“Can you guess what happens now?” Her voice held a hint of mockery in it, as well as a recognizable desire, fueling my own. My hearing might not have been improved but my sense of smell was. Either that or the fragrance of my pussy had risen to humiliating levels. I cursed myself for the decision not to wear perfume. “Yes,” I whispered. “I think so?”“I want to hear you say it, Miss Spencer.” She let go of my wrist, yet I could still feel her phantom grip upon me. I swallowed hard before speaking, hoping I was right.“You tie me…” I stopped suddenly, the realization of what was about to happen hitting me. All my fantasies were about to be realized. What scared me most, however, was that I was sure there were things she’s thought of that I’d never even imagined.“Go on,” she coached, her voice measured and patient as if she was coaxing a skittish kitten out from under the bed. Or, in my case, on to it.“To the bed,” I finished, lamely, a sexual haze making it hard to translate my thoughts into speech.“And then…?”“You… I… don’t know.” Her laughter sent chills up and down my spine. “I suspect, however, that you have given it at some thought, baby.”I simply nodded, unsure of what to say, hoping it was enough. Robbing me of my sight had left me feeling unsure and anxious, a calculated move, I am sure. 

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