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My Story. Part TwoIf you haven’t, I’d suggest you read part 1 first. As before, all names have been changed.OK, I’d just met Priscilla (Desmond), which was a surprise, and I immediately felt out of my depth. I didn’t realise it was Desmond until he spoke as his make up was excellent! I also became more aware of my surroundings. The room was definitely NOT the master bedroom. It had a bed (with a rubber mattress, corner posts and a metal headboard), a table (very sturdy, about 3 feet square, with metal rings screwed to it in ‘convenient’ positions ), and a huge wardrobe with an impressive lock on it.I also noticed that Deidre had lost the leather skirt and silky blouse, and was now in a bottomless corset with suspenders (don’t know the exact term) with the same stockings and patent heels. She also had a pair of leather panties on with silver pointed studs all over. I was on my knees (as ordered) and she came and stood in front of me. She pointed to the panties and said “Off!”. Deidre’s love of one word commands was something I’d have to get used to. I raised my hand but she slapped it away, “TEETH!” she snapped. So I carefully peeled down her panties with my teeth, getting a lovely scent of milf pussy in the process! She walked over to the huge wardrobe, unlocked it, and opened both doors fully. Good God! It was filled with fetish equipment and clothes. They were on hangers, hooks, in stands and on shelves. Whips, paddles, clamps, butt plugs, shoes, boots. The clothes were both for her and Priscilla, ranging from leather outfits to frilly dresses and gowns.She walked over and chose some boots. Shiny, red lace up thigh boots with really high heels, and brought them to the bed. She sat down and beckoned me. She held her feet out and said “Off!” I took her canlı bahis black heels off and then she put her feet into the boots. She held them out and simply pointed to them. I began to lace up each boot in turn and when I’d finished she held one out and said “Lick!” I spent several minutes licking and kissing the boots. Then she held the soles to my face “Soles, slave!”. I was slightly worried about hygiene, but it was obvious when I started that the boots had never been worn outside. I made a really good job licking the soles and heels. God, I was horny!After that, Deidre simply opened her legs, tapped her pussy and commanded “Tongue, slave!”. I had been dreaming of this moment. I knelt between her legs and began to lick and tongue her pussy. It was warm, wet and musky. I thought I was really pleasing her, but shortly after starting she said “Stop”, and sent me to get a riding crop from the wardrobe. I resumed licking and soon felt the sting of the crop on my bottom. Not too painful (and quite enjoyable) it was accompanied by many instructions as to where my tongue and lips should go next. By this method she taught me a lot about the female genitals, including where to find the clitoris and g-spot. I was so proud because she had an orgasm, I licked the cum juices from her pussy without being told!When she’d had enough she said “Stop.! Well done slave! As a reward you may be allowed to cum too. Aren’t you lucky?” I was very excited. I was finally going to get to fuck Deidre! But she rose from the bed unclipped Priscilla from her wall chain, bent her over the table and raised her frilly skirt. What? I thought, No! This isn’t what I want!I must admit that Desmond/Priscilla’s arse did look good in stockings and silk frilly panties. His bottom, legs bahis siteleri (and I found out later the rest of his body) was entirely hairless! Deidre pulled the panties down and I got my 1st view of a cock cage and butt plug. I didn’t even know they existed! The cage stayed on, but the plug was pulled out with a pop. “She’s yours, slave” she said “Mount her” Deidre never said ‘fuck’. I hesitated, and Deidre scolded Priscilla. “Your Master doesn’t seem to want you slut! What do you say?”. Priscilla pushed her bottom out and said “Please Master, please use my bottom or my mistress will punish me”. I realised my erection was back, and thought ‘Why not?’ I stood behind Priscilla and pushed by cock in. Priscilla whimpered, which turned me on even more! Deidre handed me a flat paddle and told me to discipline her if she displeased me in any way. As I began to thrust in and out, Priscilla whimpered again, so I brought the paddle down on her arse! “Silence slut!” I ordered. “Sorry master, please beat me if I fail to please you” she simpered. All this was really exciting me, and not long after I came in Priscilla’s arse, hardly remembering she was also Desmond! Priscilla was panting and gasped “Thank you master! Thank you for your cream!”As the weeks went by I realised that Deidre’s pussy was off limits to my cock (and Desmond’s). My rewards for pleasing Deidre was the use of Priscilla’s arse and mouth. I grew to enjoy abusing her husband, but not as much as he enjoyed receiving the abuse!Random memories; Occasionally Deidre used both of us together. One of my favourite punishments involved myself, naked, and Priscilla (usually in her prostitute uniform of short leather skirt, fishnets, heels and tight blouse). We began standing to attention in front of Deidre. bahis şirketleri She then made a circle motion with her fingers (turn around). The next command was “Plug!”. At this we both bent at the waist and presented our bottoms to Deidre. She then inserted our butt plugs simultaneously. If either of us winced or made a noise she then replaced the plug with a bigger one! She also had both of us in chastity on regular occasions, and increased our discomfort by grinding her pussy into our faces, so our cocks strained at the cages.Once in the middle of the session the phone rang and Deidre needed to leave the house for a while. As we were still in ‘slave’ mode she attached us both to the metal headboard with collars and chains and left us on the bed. She was gone longer than we thought, and I was dropping off to sleep when I heard Priscilla’s sissy voice say “Excuse me Sir”. I looked over and she was on her front with her bottom in the air, her panties around her thighs. She looked pleadingly at me and smiled. Within 2 minutes I was erect and pumping Priscilla’s back pussy, while pinching her nipples, and occasionally slapping her bottom. Deidre didn’t return for another 45 minutes so I filled the time (and Priscilla’s mouth and arse) another 2 times (I was younger then!). These were the days when HIV was little understood, and all our sex was ‘bareback’ and in the 13 or 14 months that my adventure lasted poor Desmond must have had received pints of my cum in his arse and mouth. Still, he wasn’t complaining. But maybe it was lucky that our little menage-a-trois was self-contained!Why only 14 months? Because reality spoiled our fantasy life in a big way! Sadly Desmond passed away suddenly (heart complications), and neither myself or Deidre had the enthusiasm to continue. Deidre was especially heartbroken, she really did love him!If I can remember any more I will post it, BUT it was 35 years ago and I am 50 plus.Lastly, it was the best year of my life.Thanks for reading!
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