On the following morning, Alex passed through the cells to renew the bowls of biscuits. Then she saw in Philipp's cell that the dildo had been soiled and there was a cum pool next to it. She winked at the kneeling slave that blushed and she removed the dildo."The washing team will take care of this!" She said. "I'm in a hurry, Franck is coming today."/*** ***/Karen was in the kitchen and was doing the washing-up after the breakfast. Carmen was her pair."Did they ask you to choose a pain or bondage session, or you don't need to as you've been collared today?" The Spanish slave asked."I've been explained, but they did not ask me to choose one" Karen lied. They barely explained the concept to her but being the author of the procedure, she knew what Carmen was speaking about."I'm low on my points and would have to choose something extreme. I wonder if you could assist me" Carmen confided."What are you thinking about", Karen asked. "I mean what do you expect from me and what kind of
When the boy was up and undressing, Alex found him exciting. He was young, 20 from his folder, nearly hairless and with short blond hair. His round face with a small nose was pale and marked by his tears. She wondered what made him cry. Was it the shame of pissing himself or the fear of what is to come? A mixture of both, for sure. She realised John was there when Erik threw his shirt in the vessel John brought. He looked at her and then opened his zip, then removed his wet trousers. The smelly clothes landed next on the shirt. His thighs were muscular, but not too much. What she realized then was how androgynous he was. He could easily have passed for a woman. But all doubts were erased when he removed his underwear. Alex began to water despite he was small and soft. Did he look at her or John? His softness began to change she could tell. She smiled, she liked to see the spectacle of a rising dick! But the boy hid his genitals with his hands."Kneel and put your hands' behind your ba
"You're correct, you have no word to say. But I'm surprised at how feminine your behaviour is. Can we still call you Philipp? What is female for Philipp in French?""Philippine, Master" Philippe said, with a tear from the humiliation he felt."Philippine, I like it," John said. Philippe was ashamed to react like a woman even if he knew the hormone treatment Alex gave him was responsible for it. He didn't like being called Philippine and made his best not to show it to John. At the opposite the hand in his hair appeased him, it was the same for his cheek on John's thigh. Then he realized his nose was an inch from John's penis. John's whole hand was again playing with his nipples. At first, he was in a panic and felt how excited he was.It was not the excitement he was used to. He felt his breast being firm and wondered if It was him that made John hard. He remembered the dildo and wondered if he would be able to do the same on the real thing. He rejected the idea. Then John's dick rubb
The sun was rising over London this Saturday morning, and Melissa was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. She looked out the window every other minute to survey the road. She was anxious.The water was boiling, so she poured it on the tea. She turned again to the window and saw the car. That car used to be parked almost all day long in front of the Paulson house. A woman is behind the steering wheel, so Melissa thought she was one of the journalists Frank described to her when she had arrived in London.She still hesitated, then turned, got her shoes and left the house. She ran across the road. The woman opened the windows, Melissa looked at the woman and began to ask: "can you help me to escape?"."You're a slave, you're owned by Igor Paulson?" the blond woman asked. Melissa nodded."Enter, I'll set you free" She replied. Melissa didn't hesitate and sat in the car, then they drove away."I want to know your entire story... Let's start with what's your name?" the journalist asked."Sl
He began to move slowly as she growled. Nevertheless, little by little the pain evaporated."I love that when pain moans change into pleasure moans," Raphael said. It was not the case yet, but Karen was at the point when pain and pleasure are mixed.'Was he the killer he could have killed me' she thought as his dick shook her bowels before the Italian brought her to an orgasm.In London, Dolores just parked her Diavel near Saint Pancras and walked toward the deposit. Her leather hi-heeled boots hit the floor of the station. She looked at the departure panel and saw Three Bridges, Bruxelles Midi, Sheffield... She decided she would buy a single ticket in case she would have to leave the town in a hurry. 'Manneken pis, I will see you tomorrow evening' she thought. She went to the deposit, opened the case, the money was there, she took a wad, and locked the case somewhere else in the deposit.It was late that Sunday when Jim decided to look at the videos in the package. There were only tw
Its only late in the night that Jim tried to use the OSO VPN to have a look at the organisation servers, and to stop the order to follow him, or perhaps to kidnap him. But his password did not work. Someone was taking the OSO ownership.On Tuesday morning, Jim went early to the airport. The jet was there. He went to find the pilots."How are you?" he asked."Fine Jim, do you want to go to the island today?""I would like to do that, but to surprise Franck do you think I can be hidden in the plane?""Of course, I will take you as a co-pilot!"They waited half an hour before the black van came towards the plane."A package for you," the driver said to the pilot while Jim, who had put on a pilot shirt, seemed to read the weather information."Of course, I will have the luggage bay opened for you, come with me," he said.Jim breathed and looked far away from the operation, as a wooden crate was transferred from the van to the plane. One new slave to be trained at OSO he thought. 'Could I
"I... don't think so...I... I made an oath to be trained as a slave. This slave must be faithful to it. Master John was right, what I wrote in the procedure were things I wanted to be done to me" Karen began and her eyes were tearful."This slave must be trained and branded and..." she was crying."I'm sorry Alex... I shouldn't have imposed on you that chastity belt. I suppose it should be imposed on me, now." Karen continued"It may sound crazy, but This slave's place is here" Karen finished. Jim was surprised and uneasy."Err, at least, Alex we could remove that Chastity belt" Jim began as John was getting his key off the belt."Masters, I appreciate this role between slaves and guards. If you accept, this slave would be glad to help in continuing to be the slave Supervisor. It requires getting the slave's confidence. Being chastised is a way to show them I'm still a slave and not a Master. So, the belt can remain as a gift from my Mistress" Alex said. Jim smiled at her, she was so
Ben was moved as he prepared for his jog. He was still hesitating, and he decided not to do what had been agreed. Yet, when he closed the door he grabbed the handcuffs, and the keys that he had already attached to a long shoelace.The idea had come to him from SlaveStorm, a contact with which he had exchanged on the networks. They had often discussed what they would do if he met. Ben was not homosexual, but yet these discussions always excited him a lot.He left the house at a slow pace, to warm up. Then he decided to drop out and turn right. However, at the last moment, at the crossroads, he took a left and passed on the edge of the forest. He knew it was unreasonable. However, he continued to accelerate the pace gradually, before arriving near the small path. Once again a sixth sense told him not to go, but he did. The leaves of the trees slipped on his clothes. Then there was this clearing. We could see the road behind. Stopping would be crazy. He put one hand on one buttock, the h
"I couldn't do it," she whimpered in abject misery. "I couldn't do it. I'm so sorry I couldn't do it.""Shhh," I shushed her soothingly. "I know you tried your best."Bleary eyed, she turned to look up at me. "If I did, would it change the way you feel about me?"I gave her a reassuring smile and began to say the same thing I'd said to her last night. "I told you: I won't love you any le-"I stopped as I was suddenly seized with the sense that I was about to make a huge mistake. I remembered what Sam had said to me the last time I'd said those words, complaining that I wasn't listening.But I was listening now, and I realized that last night I'd gotten everything backwards. So instead, I tilted her face to look up at me and stated evenly, "Deep-throating me isn't going to make me love you more. I don't need you to do something like that... or even have sex with me... to try and make me think of you as 'my favorite'. You can't buy my love with a blowjob. I care a great deal about you a
I arched an eyebrow. "Never really thought of myself as 'gorgeous'.""Why do you think we've all been rubbing ourselves all over you for the past few years? It's not because you're ugly." Sam reached up and traced my cheek with her fingertips. "It's in your eyes, really. The intensity of your stare when you look at us with such... heat."I started to look at her with heat in my eyes, thinking about all the things I'd done to her last night... Thinking of all the things I could be doing to her right now. But I took a deep breath and forced myself to once again be patient, to think rationally instead of hormonally."But what changed?" I asked. "You've been attracted to me for a long time, you say. What was different about last night?"Sam sighed and stared back into her lap. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said quietly, "Maybe I should just go home.""Sam...""This wasn't a good idea.""You can't dodge this forever. And you don't have an excuse that you need to beat your pa
I nodded, and she nodded, and a long silence fell over both of us. We smiled at each other, unsure of what to say. And after the silence started to become a little awkward, only then did we seem to remember our nudity."I did NOT expect to have this conversation today," I finally said, a little embarrassed."Me neither. But..." She popped her eyebrows and gave me a hopeful smile. "I know this hasn't been the most 'uber sexy' conversation, but would it be too weird for me to say I'd still like to take another shot at this sex thing?"I raised my eyebrows. "You sure?""I don't want to go to bed tonight still a... Well I guess I'm not technically a virgin anymore, but I still don't feel like I've earned my woman card."I smiled but held up a finger. "You're letting me go down on you this time, no arguments.""Not arguing.""Maybe I shoulda bought some lube." I suddenly grimaced and rubbed my temple as if I could physically scrub away the thought that had just popped into my mind."What?"
Belle snorted and gave me a look of disbelief. "You really think I wanted all that? I love you, Matty, and I always will. But I never wanted a fancy romantic date. The six of us girls may be eagerly climbing all over your body exploring everything physical pleasure has to offer, but none of us is going to date you. The BTC will survive you fucking the shit out of Sam. The BTC will survive you having sex with me. It will NOT survive you becoming someone's actual boyfriend. I told you before: I'm not breaking up the BTC for us.""Then...?"Belle pulled my hands out of her shirt and sweatpants, twisted around in my embrace, and got to her knees. She leaned forward to kiss me gently before sitting back on her heels. And then she reached down to grab the hem of her t-shirt and swiftly whipped it over her head. Her bra had been dislodged, exposing her right boob, but she unclasped it and tossed it to join the shirt. And then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and sta
"Yeah, I'll bet she was soooo torn up about it," Belle scoffed. "You know she DID say that one time it wouldn't be such a stretch for her to fuck you just so she could be your favorite.""I don't think that's what was going through her mind. I mean, I DID ask her why she did it, but she looked at the clock and said we had to hurry home.""Convenient."I sighed. "I thought so, too. She dodged the question. But at the same time, I genuinely believe that she doesn't know why she did it. It was an impulsive decision. Ten seconds earlier, she'd been bawling her eyes out over her inability to deep-throat me even though I told her it wasn't a big deal. Maybe having sex with me was her way of... making it up to me? Something like that."Belle looked at me skeptically. "She couldn't deep-throat you, so she figured she'd give you her pussy instead?""I know it sounds crazy, but it's the best explanation I've got."Belle pursed her lips and sighed, looking thoughtful. She started shaking her hea
"Language, please, Matthew," Mother interrupted.I sighed and tried again. "Why does everybody assume I have to be having sex with the girls to be friends with them? I'm NOT.""Well, you're apparently fucking Sam."I popped my eyebrows at Mother's use of the f-word. It told me she was dead serious. Or she was messing with me. I couldn't actually tell. Pursing my lips, I said defensively, "That's different.""Are you in love with her?""With Sam? No." I shook my head. "We're friends.""'Friends' don't spend three out of four nights alone together, having sex or... or whatever you two were doing to each other before tonight."I buried my face in my hands. "I canNOT believe I'm having this conversation with my mother.""Is she going to become your girlfriend?""No.""Do you intend to keep having sex with her?""I don't know! We didn't plan on last night happening! It just... I mean..." My shoulders sagged. "Things got out of control, annnnd we didn't really have time to talk about it bec
Closing her eyes, Sam held up a finger and grimaced. She exhaled slowly, opened her eyes again, and said, "I know that we need to talk about this, but I really don't have the time right now. I've GOT to beat them home.""Don't deflect.""I promise we'll talk later, okay?""There's still plenty of time to-""Matty, please?" She stared at me, her eyes begging me to drop it, and all thoughts of pressuring her any further evaporated. Something incredibly momentous had happened between us, life-altering really, and I was desperate to understand why. But my relationship with Sam - with all the BTC girls, really - had been built on me never pushing them beyond what they were comfortable with. And I couldn't bring myself to push her on this, either.With a sigh, I nodded my agreement silently, and Sam immediately vaulted off my bed and to start hunting around for her clothes. I watched the way those big naked tits wobbled as she hunched over and bent to grab first her dress and then her corse
Without a word of warning or request, Sam elevated her body, notched my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, and sank herself down.My jaw dropped.My eyes went WIDE.My hips jerked UP.Sam moaned, tilted her face to the right, and mashed her lips against mine.And then she MOVED.Wrapping both arms around my head, Sam yanked my face down into her prodigious cleavage as she started to fuck me. I felt my cheeks getting squished by her massive mammaries, a constant up-and-down motion as she rose and fell in my lap with rhythmic intensity.And my cock? Holy crap I can't even properly describe what was happening to my cock. Adjectives fail to properly define how it felt to be inside my very first pussy. Tight? Yes. Wet? Hell yes. AMAZEBALLS? Hell fucking yes. And yet so much more.'Sex is fucking amazing!!' I thought to myself.'Why the fuck did I ever wait this long?!?''I shoulda dropped the entire BTC in a fucking heartbeat and just slammed it into Holly when I had the chance!'Okay,
"Oh, my fucking GAWD..." I moaned rapturously, and Sam's smile lit up the room with both pride and delight at my reaction.Even though her makeup had been messed up a little, her hair was still sexy and I loved the way her dangling silver earrings framed her face. She wore a strapless, black lace corset top that lifted and separated her huge breasts so that they almost appeared spherical. I tugged her satiny dress past her hips and down to the floor, revealing a matching garter belt to go with her thigh-high lace stockings. She stepped out of the satiny material and waited for me to remove her skyscraper heels, since I had my hands on her left shoe. But with a bit of a smile, I pulled my hands away and left the heels alone. "Wouldn't want your bootcamp training to go to waste," I murmured with a smile.Still kneeling before her, I ran my hands up Sam's stockings and around to cup her juicy buttcheeks, using my grip to tug her crotch forward so I could inhale her sweet scent and take a