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Sir had taken his slave and slut, Marta, to a French bistro for supper. She wore a skirt that flashed her naked pussy whenever she walked, plus high heels, her dog collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs ? and nothing else. She was seated at a banquette next to Sir, with her dress pulled up so she was sitting on her bare ass, and her pussy completely exposed while he fingered her. While waiting for dessert, Sir turned on the vibrator in her butt plug, then ordered her to put an enormous dildo into her cunt, which was also set to vibrate. He then told her to masturbate there, in public, to prove once and for all that she was a filthy cunt and slut. She obeyed and made herself cum twice in full sight of the rest of the diners, who were unaware of what she was doing. She then was told to cum a third time when a complete stranger came over asked to watch up close. Marta, although mortified, forced herself into her third orgasm in less than five minutes.Afterwards, when Sir and Marta were again alone, Marta found her thoughts unsettling.Lost: MartaSome of the nearby diners may have suspected that something was going on, but the dim light, the intervention of ?Andromeda?, and the sheer audacity of it all enabled us to get away with it.Before, I had chosen to be Sir's sex slave, and had wanted it badly. But something had changed during the multiple orgasms I had just experienced. While I was proving myself to be the filthy cunt Sir thought I was, something shifted inside of me, something way past my understanding.I no longer had any choice about being his slave, his slut, his filthy whore. When he had ordered me to bring myself to the third orgasm, my hands had moved to comply on their own, without my volition. He owned me now, whether I liked it or not. And I was happy.Sir turned to me, leaned over and fondly kissed me on the top of my head. ?Thank you, my dear,*quot; he said. *quot;I quite enjoyed watching you cum. You truly are a slut, and I?m pleased to own you. Good girl.?I shivered so hard that I almost shook in my seat. Hearing that he was pleased with me sent a wave of warmth and joy through me. I felt incredibly grateful to him. I find that I am desperate to please him, and believe I will do anything do so. For the first time in my life, I believe I might be able to be happy.Dessert: JamesShe leaned over, picked up my hand and kissed it, bowing her head over it in submission.I knew that Marta must be tired, so when I saw Arthur, I signalled him.?The dessert is almost ready, Mr. Gainsborough. Shall I bring it right out???Sure, Arthur, please do, but please bring two small Cognacs for us first. I believe mademoiselle may need some fortification.??Right away, sir.? And he bustled off, returning shortly with the two balloon glasses with small measures of Cognac in the bottom.?My lord, I hardly drink at all, and this evening???I understand, Maria. Sip this a bit at a time. I think you?ll find it has restorative powers.?She smiled, and looked languorous and spent, tilting her head back on the banquette. ?I was going to add, Sir, that you really don?t need to get me liquored up to Have Your Way with Me. You can take me whenever you want, wherever you want, however you want me. Right here and now, if you?d like??And she ran her tongue slowly across her lips, one way on the top, then the other way on the bottom. She ended by holding up her middle finger, licking it from bottom to top, sticking it in her mouth, and then using it to make a ?POP? sound that I hadn?t heard since I was a kid! She grinned, and looked ? sleek and sated.I laughed at the childishness ? and blazing sexuality ? of the gesture.She went on, ?That was ? fun? Embarrassing? Excruciating? Mind-blowing? Amazing? Relieving? Exhausting? Satisfying?? She lolled her head back on the banquette, rolled her head sideways, slitted her eyes at me, and said, ?All of the above??Do you think we could skip dessert, my lord? I?d really love for you to take me home right now and fuck me.?Again, she was tempting me. I shook my head.?Anton would Escort Esenyurt never forgive me if I took you away now. And you will not believe how good this dessert is.? I rested my hand on her bare thigh. She spread her legs even more in response and smiled up at me, her head still tilted back. She looked like the veritable cat that swallowed the canary.She straightened up slowly, then bowed her head, ?As my lord and master wishes. Maybe you could fuck me before and after you flog me?? She ended on an up-note.I felt myself hardening again. ?We?ll see how you behave.??Sir, I will behave however you want me.? And she smiled.I was rescued by Arthur?s arrival with the desserts. He arranged them in front of us, then took a spoon, used the back of it to poke a small hole in the molten middle of the crusty, round, chocolate cakes in front of us, then carefully poured warm, flavored crème Anglais into the holes until they were full. When he had done, he straightened up and said, ?Enjoy!??Thank you. Arthur, Maria is feeling tired from her day?s exertions. Would you be so kind as to bring my bill so we can leave when we?re done???At once, sir. And I?ll have the valet bring your car around as well.??Thank you, Arthur. As always, I appreciate your ability to anticipate our diner?s needs.?He smiled, bowed, and departed.Almost reluctantly, Marta picked up her spoon, and used it to cut a bite out of the lava cake. The crème poured slowly out. She finished cutting the cake, then scooped it up, getting both the crusty and melty bits, along with some of the crème, then raised it to her mouth.Her eyes opened wide and her expression changed as soon as she put the spoon in her mouth. ?Oh, my God. That?s unbelievable!? And she eagerly started eating the rest, only slowing when it was gone.?That was almost as good as sex. Wow!?I smiled and said, ?Finish your Cognac, slut.??If you don?t mind, Sir, I?d rather let the lava cake be the last thing I taste tonight??I raised an eyebrow at her.??until I get your cock in my mouth,? she finished, putting her chin on her hands and looking at me under lowered brows.Now it was my turn to sigh.The Ride Home: SirWhen we were finished, the bill settled, and my coat retrieved, we stood up to leave. I could see that Marta was more than slightly inebriated, partly by the alcohol, and partly by the satiety of having cum three times in quick succession. I wasn?t surprised, then, that when she rose from the table, her dress was not properly settled, and she was exposed from the waist down for 2-3 seconds ? more than enough for people nearby to get an eyeful.I moved over and took her arm, and picked up her clutch purse where she?d forgotten it on the banquette. She looked at me and gave me a wicked grin. Then she put her hands behind her and clipped her cuffs together, binding her arms. ?I?m all yours, my lord. Do with me what you will.? I reached into her purse, found the remote, and set the butt plug to vibrate. She jumped slightly, then leaned over and kissed my hand.I helped her to the front door, where Emile materialized next to us. ?It was a pleasure to see you again, Monsieur James. And Mademoiselle Maria,? he said with a twinkle in his eye, ?please do come again.? With that, he bowed, and held the door for us.We walked out into the cold night air. Marta straightened up and shivered, then moved closer to me. I took off my coat and placed it around her shoulders, and held it closed with one hand. The car was waiting for us, as was the valet, looking indecently eager for another peek at Marta?s cunt. He held the door open and stood aside.Unfortunately for him, I had to help Marta into the car as her hands were cuffed behind her. I made sure the coat was underneath her, wrapped it over her, pulled the seat belt over and clipped it, then walked to the driver?s side. Along the way, I tipped the valet handsomely, and said, ?Better luck next time, sport.?Once settled, I drove out of the parking lot, and a short distance down Etiler escort the street. By now the car was starting to warm, so I pulled over and put the car in park.I reached over, unclipped her seatbelt, and said, ?Are you OK with your arms behind you and your tail beneath you? Is it too uncomfortable??She smiled and said, ?A little awkward, but I love being helpless and under your control, Sir,? and she cast her eyes down, being deliberately provocative.I opened the coat around her, leaving it underneath her, then lifted her skirt so that her pussy was exposed. She spread her legs.I had her lean forward, and, with some difficulty, unclipped her dress at the back, and pushed it down her arms, pooling the dress at her waist so that her tits were exposed. Then I had her lean back again, re-fastened her seatbelt, put the car in gear and drove home. She was completely exposed to anyone who happened to look into the car, and helpless to do anything about it.The Desperate Cocksucker: MartaI hadn?t just locked my hands together in the restaurant to be impish ? although that was part of it. I found myself with an overwhelming desire to be taken by Sir, to be roughly used, to be forced and fucked for his pleasure. I wanted to be vulnerable, helpless to resist, to be his fucktoy, with or against my will.So, when he stopped the car, and unwrapped me, exposing both my tits and my cunt, then locked me in position with the seatbelt, I was more than ready. I was wet again, and found my excitement growing.I actually found myself disappointed that we didn?t encounter anyone to see me naked on the way home, and felt an irresistible urge to kick things up a notch.When we got back to the garage, I said. ?My lord, if you will indulge me, would you unlock my hands, please???OK. May I know why???You will, Sir.?He unfastened my seatbelt, then helped me out of the car, turned me around and unclipped my hands.I shrugged off the coat, grabbed my dress with both hands, pulled it up over my head, dropped it into the car, then put my hands behind me and locked my cuffs together again. I was now naked except for my collar, cuffs, and red high heels. And my cunt was actually dripping.With difficulty, I knelt down in front of him on the cold concrete, then bowed forward so that my head touched his feet. ?Please, my lord, I beg you to take me as your fucktoy.? I lifted my ass slightly to make it more prominent. And waited.I could almost hear his cock stiffen. He cleared his throat, reached into the front seat and grabbed my clutch purse, closed the door and locked the car, then grabbed my hair, and lifted my head up. I was still on my knees, naked before him, but now he was forcing me to look into his eyes.?I will,? was all he said. I shivered.He pulled my hair further, forcing my body up so my torso was vertical, but still on my knees, then unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock. I opened my mouth to receive it, but he grabbed my hair again, and held my head far enough away that I couldn?t reach it. I strained forward, with my tongue extended, squirming towards his cock. He kept me away, and said, ?I?ve been wanting to do this all evening, but now?well, I love watching you pant for it, especially with the prospect of someone coming along to see you, desperate to suck my cock in public, like the dirty whore you are.?Beg for it, cunt, beg for my cock.??Please let me taste your cock, please cum in my mouth. I promise I?ll swallow every drop, I?ll lick you clean, I?ll kiss your balls, anything! Please, Sir.??Slut.?He slowly allowed me to move my head closer so I was finally able to lick the pre-cum off his tip, then wash around the tip, and finally, get the head of his cock in his mouth, but not a firm lock on it.By now, I was panting, while straining against his hand was hurting my hair, my knees hurt on the cold concrete, and I found I was truly was desperate to take all of him down my throat.?Please,? I panted, ?please!?Finally, he let me move forward until I had him Eyüp escort bayan in my mouth. I forced myself forward until his cock was lodged hard against the back of my throat, and I was gagging and choking. I held still, continuing to gag, and moaned, which set up a vibration in his cock. It jerked in my mouth, so I moaned louder while I rubbed my tongue around the bottom of his cock. Tears and mascara started running down my face.Then he pulled my head away, dropped me back down onto the concrete, pulled his cock back, and zipped up his pants.I almost sobbed. I felt he had denied me. I hated his self-control at that moment, and wondered what he had in store for me next.I stayed bent over, coughed several times, felt the tears dropping from my cheeks, and yearned for him to abuse me.Then he lifted me to my feet by one arm, with some difficulty because of my heels, picked up the coat, slung it over his other arm, and walked me, naked and bound, to the elevator, and pushed the button. My heart was still pounding, and I found that my cunt was pulsing. I felt truly, irretrievably horny and wanton, and eager for more.The elevator chimed, the door opened, and the car was empty. We got in, he pressed the button for the penthouse, and the doors closed.Only to open again at the lobby level, where someone was waiting to get in. A middle-aged man looked up, saw me, and stammered that he?d catch the next car. I nodded, spread my feet farther apart, and smiled at him. I don?t think he registered Sir at all.When we got to the penthouse level, the doors opened, but there was no one there. We walked to his condo door, he unlocked it, and we went in. He turned around, hung up his coat, locked the door, then took me by the arm into the bedroom. He reached into the clutch purse, retrieved the remote, and shut off the vibrator. Putting down the purse, he turned me away from him, and pushed me, indicating that I should bend over and spread my legs.Once I?d done that, he gently pulled the fox tail and butt plug out of my ass. ?Don?t move,? he said, leaving me bent over with spread legs and my tits hanging down, and took the tail away. I heard water running for some time. Then he came back, stopped, and looked at me.?I?ve decided to give you something slightly different than your wish.??Sir?? I asked.?I?m going to flog you before and after I fuck you, instead of the other way around.??Thank you, my lord.? I felt my cunt stir, and I shivered again.?Stand up.?I stood, and he took me by the arm and moved me so I was facing the bed, but a short distance away from it. He unlocked my hands, then said, ?Bend over, and grab your ankles.?I did as he asked.He moved down and locked my wrists to my ankles. Then he straightened up, went into his closet, and returned with a black, metal bar with clips on each end that was about three feet long. Kneeling down, he clipped one end of the bar to one ankle cuff, then ordered me to move my other foot and ankle further apart, and clipped the other end of the bar to the other ankle.I was now unable to move, bent over, with my ass and pussy completely exposed. My head was hanging down, and I was looking away from the bed, towards him. I was helpless to stop him from doing anything he wanted. Which was exactly what I wanted. I started breathing harder.Then he went into his closet and returned with his new toy.He knelt down, and showed me the flogger.?Meet your new friend. You?re going to become intimately acquainted.?I looked at it, then whispered, ?Yes, please.?He stood up, and dragged the strands of the flogger over my ass. It was suede, and felt sensual against my skin. I shivered again. Then he changed direction, and drew it slowly up my swollen pussy lips. It felt both soft and obscene at the same time. I started to shake.?How many lashes are you getting, slut??I thought quickly, and said, ?Twenty-one, Sir??And how did you arrive at that???Fifty lashes for not asking to go to the toilet properly, less 14 lashes for waiting fourteen minutes until I excused myself. Then reduced another fifteen lashes because I came three times while masturbating in public. That?s twenty-one, my lord.??Correct.?Then he stood up, raised his hand and lashed the flogger against my right butt cheek. I cried out, mostly out of surprise, although it did genuinely hurt.