İtiraflarım! (2)

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İtiraflarım! (2)
Birkaç gün sonra akşamüstü Emine’nin evinde oturuyordum. Beraber çay içip sohbet ediyorduk. Kapı çalındı. Gelen Tahir’di. “Nasılsın Rabia Abla? İyi misin?” dedi. Ben de, “Sağ ol evladım, iyiyim, sen nasılsın?” dedim. “Çok heyecanlıyım, baba olacağım!” diye karşılık verdi. “Allah tamamına erdirsin!” dedim nazikçe. Çocuğu olacağı için çok sevinçliydi.

“Ben artık kalkayım!” dediğimde ikisi birden “Olmaz abla, otur beraber yemek yiyelim!” dediler. “Çocuklar bekler beni!” dediğimdeyse, Tahir, “Hepsi eşek kadar, biraz da kendine bak, onlar bakarlar başının çaresine, hem isteyen olursa buyursunlar, soframızda herkese yer var!” dedi. Bir şey diyemedim bu durumda. Emine ve Tahir masayı hazırlarken ben de yardım ettim. Ardından beraber masaya oturduk.

Bir ara Emine’ye tuzluğu uzatmasını söyledim ama kızcağız beni duymadı. Tahir hemen tuzluğu uzatıp, “Al abla!” dedi, uzatırken elim onun eline değdi, bir saniye kadar kaldı öyle, gözlerime bakıp gülümsedi. Benimse içim bir hoş olmuştu. Onu düşünerek kendimi tatmin ettiğim genç adam bana dokunmuştu. Hafifçe kızardığımı fark ettim, çok utanmıştım. Yemekten sonra Emine çay yaptı, çayımızı içtik. Çaydan sonra, “Ben artık kalkayım!” dediğimde, “Nasıl istersen!” diyerek beni kırmadılar…

Başka bir akşam kapım çalındı. Açtım, karşımda Tahir’i gördüm. Telaşla, “Abla Emine biraz rahatsızlandı, bir bakabilir misin?” dedi. “Tabii evladım!” deyip evlerine geçtim. Emine yatakta yatıyordu, biraz ateşi vardı, biraz da öksürüyordu. Hamile olduğu için ilaç vermek istemedim. Tahir’e dönüp evde ıhlamur olup olmadığını sordum. “Bilmiyorum abla, sen bak istersen!” dedi.

Mutfağa geçtim, eğilmiş dolapları karıştırırken Tahir de geldi. “Abla şurada bir şeyler olacaktı!” deyip çekmeceleri açtı. O sırada tam yanımdaydı, sıcak nefesini hissedebiliyordum. Elini bir anda elime attı. Ben hemen çektim. Çok utandı, bir şey demeden çıktı. Ben de çok utanmıştım. Yoksa bu çocuk da benden mi hoşlanıyordu? Aman Yarabbim, böyle bir şey nasıl olabilirdi? Benim onun hakkında düşündüklerim hep hayal olarak kalacak şeylerken, o benimle ilgili hisler besliyor ve bunu gerçeğe dönüştürüyordu bana dokunarak.

Ihlamuru kaynattım, Tahir’in yüzüne bile bakmadan Emine’ye içirmesini söyleyip evime geçtim. “Bu nasıl olabilir?” diye kendi kendime soruyordum. Emine gebeydi ve Tahir onunla sikişmiyordu. Yani aslında Emine sikişmek istiyor, ama Tahir istemiyordu. Galiba amsızlık Tahir’in başına vurmuştu. Beni görünce, “Abla, abla!” diyen adamın bana bir kadın olarak baktığını görüyordum. Tuzluğu uzatırken elimi tutması, bakışları, mutfaktaki dokunuşu… Demek ki bunların hepsi bu nedenleymiş diye düşündüm. Bu şekilde içim içimi yiyordu… Ama sonra belki de ben biraz büyütüyorum diye düşündüm, günahını almayayım çocuğun dedim…

Bir zaman sonra kaynanam ve eltilerimle beraber Emine’ye oturmaya gittik. Kızcağız üzgün görünüyordu. Neyin var desek de, “Yok bir şeyim!” deyip kestirip atıyordu. Yalnız gözünün kenarında hafif bir morluk olduğu belliydi. Türbanı ile kapatmak istese de tam kapatamıyordu. Yaptığı makyaj da morluğu kapatmaya yetmemişti. Meselenin ne olduğunu anlamıştık, Tahir Emine’yi dövmüştü. Hepimiz Tahir için, “Elleri kırılsın!” desek de bu onların iç meselesiydi sonuçta.

Lafı gediğine yine her zamanki densizliğiyle kaynanam koydu: “Kızım bu sonuçta senin kocandır. Siker de döver de. Bak bize, içimizde kocasından dayak yemeyen var mı? Benim oğullarım bu karılarını dövmüyor mu sanıyorsun? Dövüyor, ama o kadarı olur. Onlar sonuçta evimizin direğidir. Boş ver unut gitsin. Güldür, dikenine katlanacaksın. Sikerken iyi de döverken mi kötü? Şimdi sen gebesin, o da seni sikemiyor ya, bundandır kızgınlığı…”

Emine bu sözler karşısında çok utanmıştı. Ben de böyle laflardan hiç hoşlanmasam da kaynanam olduğu için bir şey diyemiyordum. Eltilerim ise bu sözlere gülerek karşılık verdiler. Gerçi eltiler olarak bazen böyle açık saçık konuşurduk aramızda. Çok üstünde durmadım o yüzden.

Yine bir akşamüstü Emine’ye uğrayayım dedim. Beni içeri buyur etti. Tahir’in gece mesaiye kaldığını ve yatak odasında uyuduğunu söyledi. “Ben rahatsız etmeyeyim!” desem de bırakmadı. İçeri geçtik, tatlı ikram etti. Tahir’le aralarının düzeldiğini söyledi. Çok sevinmiştim. Derken, “Tuvalete gitmem lazım, ben eve geçeyim!” dediğimde, “Abla Allah aşkına, bunun için eve mi geçeceksin, git burada!” diye karşılık verdi. “Sağ ol canım, ama büyük tuvaletim geldi!” dedim utanarak. Ama Emine, “Abla büyük küçük, ne fark eder, git burada, kendi evin gibi kullan, utanma!” diyerek gülünce, “İyi tamam!” deyip banyonun yolunu tuttum.

Banyo arka tarafta yatak odasının tam karşısında kalıyordu. Aralık olan kapıdan yatakta yatan Tahir’i gördüm. Sırtüstü yatmıştı. Üzerinde dizlerinin üstüne gelen gri bir şort ve atlet vardı. Şortunun üzerindeki kabarıklığı kolayca gördüm. Yatarken yarağı sertleşmişti. Rahmetli kocamın da çoğu zaman uykusunda yarağının sertleştiğini bildiğim için garipsemedim bunu, ama utancımdan kızardım.

Banyoya geçtim. Kapının kolu bozulduğu için kasaya çaktıkları küçük bir çivi ve çengelle kapanıyordu. Ben de o şekilde kapattım. Eteğimi kaldırıp külotumu indirdim, klozete oturdum. Öğlen yediğim nohuttan dolayı içimde biriken gaz birden yoğun bir sesle çıkınca utancımdan ne yapacağımı şaşırdım. İçimden (Keşke eve gitseydim!) dedim ama artık iş işten geçmişti. Hemen karşı odada yatan Tahir acaba bu sesi duymuş mudur diye düşünmeden edemedim.

Aklıma Tahir gelince şortunun altında kabaran erkekliği de geliverdi kendiliğinden. Onunla sikmişti Emine’yi onca zaman. Onunla gebe bırakmıştı. Bir taraftan tuvaletimi yapıp bir taraftan onu düşünüyordum. Aklım gidip geliyordu. Ne kadar ayıp ne kadar günah olduğunu bilsem de kendime, nefsime hakim olamıyordum.

Banyonun kapısı klozetin tam karşısında kalıyordu. Kapının üst kısmı buzlu camdı, arkasında bir hareket olduğunu sezdim, bir gölge geçer gibi oldu. Acaba Emine’mi geçmişti kapının önünden? Tuvaletimi yapmış kalkacakken kapının anahtar deliğinde bir hareket gördüm bu kez. Anahtar deliğinden yansıyan ışık kaybolduğunda aklım başımdan gidecek gibi oldu. Kapının arkasındakinin Tahir olduğunu anladım. Beni gözetliyor, daha doğrusu röntgenliyordu. Elim ayağım titremeye başladı. Yerimden kalkamıyordum. Belden aşağım çıplaktı.

Birkaç kez öksürdüğümde anahtar deliğindeki göz kayboldu, ışık yeniden yansımaya başladığında rahatladım. Hemen kalktım. Sifonu çekip ellerimi yıkadım. Üstümü başımı düzelttikten sonra çıktım banyodan. Yatak odasının kapısı yine aralıktı ama aralık daralmıştı. Bu da Tahir’in beni izlediğinin kanıtlarından biriydi. Serçe parmağım kadar olan aralıktan baktığımda Tahir’in gözleri kapalı halde elini şortunun içine sokmuş yarağını okşadığını görünce kıpkırmızı oldum. Emine’ye teşekkür edip evime geçtim. Çok utanmıştım. Artık Emine’ye gitmemeye karar verdim.

Ertesi akşam yan daireden bağırma çağırma sesleri geldi. Ama onların kendi işidir deyip karışmadık. Sabah erkenden Emine geldi. Ağlıyordu. Yüzünde yine şişlik ve morarma vardı. Israrlı sorularıma hıçkırarak ağladığından cevap veremiyordu. “Aranızda bir şey mi oldu? Anlat kızım, belki bir çaresini buluruz!” diyordum sürekli. Sonunda ağlamaları azalınca konuşmaya başladı. Konuştukça kızarıyordu. O anlattıkça benim de hayretten ağzım açık kalıyordu.

Emine, Tahir’in kendisiyle ilişkiye giremediği için çok sinirli ve kızgın biri olup çıktığını, her şeye çok çabuk öfkelendiğini söyledi. Sonra dün akşam Tahir’in, “Madem gebesin ve önden seninle olamıyorum, o zaman seni arkadan yapacam!” dediğini ve üzerine saldırdığını söyledi. “Arka ne kızım?” deyince Emine daha da kızarıp fısıltılı bir sesle, “Şey işte abla, anla yani, arkamdan, götümden!” dedi. Elimi ağzıma götürüp “Hiiii!” deyiverdim. “Vay alçak, namussuz herif; bunu da mı yaptı sana?” dediğimde, Emine, yapamadığını kendisinin karşılık verdiğini, bunun üzerine kendisine vurmaya başladığını, ama gebe olduğu için de fazla dövmeden bıraktığını söyledi.

Tahir o akşam dışarı çıkmış ve eve dönmemişti. Gösterdiğim tepkiye rağmen ben de rahmetli kocamla birkaç kez ‘Götten’ ilişk**e bulunmuştum zamanında. Daha doğrusu denemelerimiz olmuştu. Hatta kocamı buna ikna eden ben olmuştum. Aybaşlarımda ve gebe olduğum dönemlerde isterse benimle ‘Götten’ ilişkiye girebileceğini söylemiştim. Ancak kocam dini bütün bir adam olduğu için birkaç seferin ardından vazgeçmiş ve daha sonra konusu bile açılmamıştı aramızda.

Taşınmış olan ortanca kayınımın karısı Pembe ile ‘Götten’ ilişkiye girdiğini de kaynanam söylemişti bana. Zaten ona da söyleyen Pembe idi. Pembe dört elti içinde en tutucu ve dindar olanımızdı, ama buna rağmen kocası ile ‘Götten’ ilişkiye giriyordu. Bunun için bir hocadan icazet aldıklarını, doğum kontrol yöntemi olarak bunu yaptıklarını söylemişti kaynanama. 5 çocuk annesi bir kadın olarak daha fazla hamile kalmamak için kocası ile ‘Götten’ ilişkiye giriyordu kendi rızasıyla.

Kızcağız evliliği ile ilgili benden yardım istiyordu, ama ben ne yapabilirdim? Hem Tahir’in benimle ilgili düşünceleri ortadaydı. Aileme bunu açsam kan dökülürdü. “Kızım, iyisi mi siz konuşup anlaşın aranızda, beni katmayın işinize!” dedim. Emine bozulmuştu sözlerime, ama yapacağım başka bir şey yoktu.

Kısa bir zaman sonra Emine kendi annesinde kalmak için İzmit’e gitti. Tahir evde yalnızdı. Kendi başına gidip geldiğini görüyordum kapı deliğinden baktığımda. Ona görünmek istemiyordum çünkü. Ancak bir Cumartesi akşamı oğlum Burak yanında Tahir ile geldi. “Anne, Emine yenge olmadığı için Tahir abim özlemiştir ev yemeğini, onun için yanımda getirdim!” dedi. Tahir Burak’ın yanında sessizce ayakta duruyordu. Bana bakmamaya çalışıyordu tabii ben de ona.

Misafir olduğu için, hele de oğlumun yanında bir şey diyemedim. Beraber akşam yemeği yedik. Biraz da baklava açmıştım. Burak bir tabağa baklava koydu, giderken Tahir’e, “Al abi, evde de yersin!” dedi. Tahir, “Çok teşekkür ederim, tabağınızı yarın getiririm!” dedi ve evine geçti.

Ertesi gün Pazar’dı. Bizim köyün derneğinin pikniği vardı. Binadakilerin hepsi o gün pikniğe gitmişti. Benimse sabah uyandığımda başım fena ağrıyordu. O nedenle çocuklarımın tüm ısrarlarına rağmen gidemedim. O gün koca binada tek başımaydım. Ama yan dairede Tahir’in de olduğunu unutmuştum. Saat 11:00 gibi kapım çalındı. Çekyatta uzanmıştım. “Kim o?” dedim. “Abla benim, Tahir!” deyince, (Allah Allah ne istiyor şimdi bu?) diye geçirdim içimden.

“Ne oldu Tahir?” diye sorunca, “Abla tabağı vereceğim!” dedi. “Tamam Tahir, ben sonra alırım, biraz hastayım, kusura bakma!” dedim. “Abla, çok kısa, bir sözüm var, hemen gideceğim!” dedi karşılığında. Meraklanmıştım, istemeyerek de olsa kapıyı açtım. Tahir elinde tabakla karşımdaydı. Ayıp olmasın diye içine birkaç parça meyve koymuştu. “İçeri geçebilir miyim?” dedi nazikçe, “Tabii!” dedim.

Biraz önce uzandığım çekyata oturdu. Gözlerimin içine bakarak, “Abla senden özür dilerim, Emine’yi kendi kızın gibi seversin. Ben ona biraz kötü davrandım!” deyince, “Yok oğlum, siz iyi olun, anlaşın yeter!” dedim. Bunları bana niye anlatıyordu ki? Şaşırmıştım. Tabak halen elindeydi. “Ha kusura bakma, unuttum onu!” deyip tabağı almak için elimi uzattım, o sırada aynen tuzluk olayındaki gibi elimi tuttu. Birkaç saniye boyunca da bırakmadı. “Tahir sen gitsen iyi olur!” dedim.

Sessiz kaldı önce, sonra da, “Özür dilerim!” diyerek ayağa kalktı, kapıya yöneldi. Mutfağa geçip tabağı tezgaha koymuştum ki arkamdan belime sarıldı. “Ne yapıyorsun? Bırak beni!” dedimse de bırakmadı. Sağ eliyle ağzımı kapatıp, sol eliyle de bileğime bastırmaya başladı, canım fena yanıyordu. O sırada, “Amına koyduğumun kaltağı, karım senin yüzünden annesine gitti. Hep sen akıl verdin, dolduruşa getirdin onu. Şimdi senin cezanı verecem!” diyordu durmadan.

Çok korkuyordum. Tahir’in kollarının arasında çırpınıyordum, ama hiçbir şey yapamıyor, sesimi çıkaramıyordum. Tahir beni mutfaktan sürükleyerek yatak odama getirdi. Binada kimse olmadığından yardım edecek kimsem de yoktu. Çaresizce kendi başıma kurtulmaya çalışıyordum. Tahir’in ağzımdaki elini ısırınca bir feryat kopardı, ama arkasından şiddetli bir tokat yüzümde patladı. Neye uğradığımı şaşırmıştım. Arkasından bir ikinci tokat daha attı. Yanağımdan çıkan ses odanın içinde çınlıyordu, kulağımın zarı patladı sandım. Bu iki tokadın ardından Tahir beni yatağa fırlattı.

Perdeler çekili olduğundan içerisi biraz karanlıktı. Yatağın üzerine sırt üstü düştüm. “Kurban olayım, ne istiyorsun? Ben bir şey demedim karına, ben bir şey yapmadım!” dediysem de o yine, “Şimdi sen görürsün!” diyordu. O sırada pantolonun kemerini çözdü ve çıkardı. Kemeri sağ eline sıkıca sardı ve ben ne olduğunu anlayamadan bana bununla vurmaya başladı. Böyle bir acıyı daha önce duymamıştım. Kocam beni kaynanamın dediği gibi bazen dövmüştü, ama böyle bir işkence yapmamıştı.

Deri kemer üzerime her seferinde daha büyük bir hınç ve şiddetle iniyordu. Bense ellerimi başıma koymuş, “Yapmaaa, yapmaaa!” diyebiliyordum sadece. Başımı koruyordum ama vücudum açıkta kalmıştı. Sırtıma, götüme, memelerime, bacaklarıma şiddetli darbeler iniyordu. Tahir ise aynı kocamın beni sikerken çıkardığına benzer şekilde bir domuz gibi homurduyordu. Bu dayak sonucu sesim gittikçe kısıldı. Gücüm kalmamıştı, Tahir ise vurdukça vuruyordu.

Sonunda o da yorgunluktan olacak ki durdu. Bense ellerim başımın üzerinde hüngür hüngür ağlıyordum. Kendi yatak odamda bir adam tarafından dövülüyordum ve yardım edenim yoktu, çaresizdim. Tahir elindeki kemeri yere fırlattı ve üzerindekileri çıkardı. Tamamen çıplak kalmıştı. O sıra ellerimi başımdan çekmiş ona bakıyordum. “Ne yapıyorsun, dur, ne oluyor?” dememe rağmen, Tahir önünde kabaran yarağı ile karşıma dikilmişti. Bir anda üzerime çullandı. Her halde 100 kilo civarı vardı, bense 70 kilo idim. Bir şey yapamıyordum.

Altımda kendi diktiğim uzun ve geniş krem eteğim vardı, üzerini pullarla süslemiştim. Üstüne ise mor renkli uzun kollu bluzumu giymiştim. Aslında bu bluz büyük kızımındı. Ama o gün benim üzerimdeydi. Bana biraz dar geliyordu. O nedenle vücudumu sıkıca sarmıştı. İri memelerim böylece daha da ortaya çıkmıştı. Hafif bir göbeğim vardı ve bunu da belli ediyordu. Başımda ise siyah, kenarları işlemeli türbanım vardı, kapı çalınca omuzlarımı ve memelerimi örtecek şekilde aceleyle bağlamıştım.

Başımdaki türbanımı çekip çıkardı önce. Belime inen uçlarından beyazlamış kahverengi saçlarım açığa çıkarken bir anda elini bluzuma attı ve iki eliyle cart diye yırttı. Bir hayvan gibi bluzu parçaladı ve kollarımdan çıkarıp attı. Şimdi sadece kırmızı renkli kenarları dantelli sutyenimle kalmıştım. Onu da bir hayvan gibi elleriyle koparınca memelerim kendilerini tutan set yıkılmış gibi sallandılar. Kocamın öpmeye, emmeye, yalamaya doyamadığı ve 4 çocuğumu emzirdiğim memelerim şimdi yabancı bir adamın önünde ortadaydı.

Bacaklarımla kurtulmaya çalışıyordum, ama Tahir bir heyula gibi üzerime çıkmıştı. Derken suratıma bir tokat daha vurdu. Gözlerimde şimşekler çaktı. Ben artık yarı baygın gibiydim. Olanlar karşısında çaresiz yatakta yatıyordum. Tahir türbanımla ellerimi arkadan sıkıca bağladı. Sonra etekliğimi vahşice göbek hizamdan tutup yırttı ve parçalayıp attı. Şimdi altımda kırmızı renkli, kenarları dantelli külotumla kalmıştım. Sutyen ve külotumu takım giyme gibi bir hastalığım vardı. Çıplak ve bir gün bile güneş görmemiş beyaz vücudumda kemer darbelerinin izlerini görebiliyordum.

Tahir kalçalarımı ve bacaklarımı elleriyle okşamaya başladı. “Vay orospu, sende benim Emine’den daha iyi mal varmış!” dedikten sonra dişlerini memelerime attı. Hayvan gibi ısırıp emmeye başladı. Kanatırcasına ısırıyordu, canım yanıyordu ama bir şey yapamıyordum. Memelerimin ön kısmı hafif kahverengi ve çay tabağı altı büyüklüğündeydi. Bu tabağın ortasında ise iki iri erik tanesi gibi meme uçlarım duruyordu ve şimdi Tahir bu erikleri dalından koparacakmışçasına ısırıyordu.

Dişlerini memelerimden çekip hafif tüylü göbeğime dilini koydu ve yalamaya başladı. Gıdıklanıyordum, çünkü böyle bir şey daha önce olmamıştı. Kocamın hiç böyle bir huyu yoktu. Duvardaki saat 11:30 idi ve çocuklarımın gelmesine daha çok vardı. Bu işkencenin bitmesi için yalvarıyordum, ama duyanım yoktu.

Tahir sonra dili ile külotumun üzerinden amımı yalamaya başladı. O sabah çocuklarım gittikten sonra duş almıştım belki baş ağrım geçer diye, ama faydası olmamıştı ve o arada etek tıraşımı da olmuştum. Zaten her hafta olurdum. Yani amımda tek bir kıl tanesi bile yoktu. Amım o sabah kaymak gibiydi ve bu kaymağı tatmak Tahir’e nasip olacaktı.

Daha sonra külotumu dişleriyle kenarlarından ısırmaya başladı. Kasıklarıma dilini sürüyor, yalıyordu; bu ise tarif edemeyeceğim şekilde beni tahrik ediyordu. Bunlar benim için yeni şeylerdi. Ellerini memelerimde ve göbeğimde gezdiriyor, kasıklarımı emiyor ve yalıyordu.

Bir anda büyük bir hınçla külotumu kopardı. Küçük külot bir kağıt mendil gibi Tahir’in ellerinin arasındaydı. Külotumu kokladı, şampuan ve hafif bir parfüm koktuğunu biliyordum, çünkü temiz kalmak için kasıklarıma da parfüm sıkardım. Tahir kendinden geçmiş bir haldeydi.

“Abla sende ne mal varmış be, niye sakladın onu benden?” dedi sırıtarak. “Yapma Tahir, sen de benim evladımsın, yapma, bırak tüm bunlar aramızda kalsın, kimseye söylemem, yeter artık bırak!” dedimse de, “Neyi yeter lan sürtük, senin yüzünden karım evden gitti, ben şimdi kimi sikecem o olmayınca, ha kimi, tabii ki seni!” dedi pis sırıtmalar eşliğinde.

Ağlamaya başladım. Tahir bu arada üzerimden kalktı, yarağının sertleşip kalktığını gördüm. Yarağı kocamınkinden daha büyük ve kalındı. Kocam iri yarı bir adamdı, Tahir ondan uzun ve zayıf kalıyordu, ama buna rağmen yarağı daha büyüktü. Eline tükürüp yarağını sıvazladı. Sonra da belimin altına bir yastık koydu. Bacaklarımı iki eliyle yana doğru iyice açtı ve ayak bileklerimden tutarak kaldırdı. Şimdi uzun beyaz bacaklarım tavana doğru dikilmişti. Başımı iki yana, “Yapma, yapma!” diyerek sallıyordum, ama nafile.

Tahir kalkan yarağını iyice belirmiş tüysüz amıma bir anda soktu. “Ağğhhh!” diyebildim; çıkardı ve tekrar soktu, tekrar, “Ağğhhh!” diye bağırdım. Sonra yarağını amıma dibine kadar sokup çıkarmaya başladı. Her seferinde vahşi bir şekilde gülüyordu, bense acı çekiyordum. Bu salatalığa veya kabağa benzemiyordu. Böylesini yememiştim. Amımın içine biber sürülmüş gibiydi. Kupkuru amım Tahir’in yarağını almakta zorlanıyordu.

Tahir bir süre sonra daha hızlı ve sert sikmeye başladı. Her bir yarak darbesiyle memelerim bir aşağı, bir yukarı löpürdüyordu. Yatak kırılacakmış gibi sallanıyordu. Acıdan kıvranıyordum. Tahir ise benim acı haykırışlarımdan daha da keyif almış gibiydi. İyice köklemeye başladı. Taşaklarına kadar amıma sokuyordu yarağını. Yanıyordum resmen acıdan.

Tahir bu kez ayaklarımı tutmayı bıraktı. Bir bacağımı altına aldı, diğerini omzuna koydu. İki bacağımı koparacakmışçasına ayırıyordu. Amım tabak gibi ortadaydı. Yarağını amıma tekrar köklemeye başladı. Bu sefer yatak başından elleriyle destek alarak amıma daha çok yükleniyordu. Yatak acayip şekilde gıcırdıyor, zangırdıyordu. Binada biri olsa giriş kapısından bile duyabilirdi. Hayatımda hiç böyle sikilmemiştim. Bir hayvan gibi ırzıma geçiliyordu. Sadece acı acı kıvranıyor, dudaklarımı ısırıyordum. Tahir ise adeta intikam alır gibi daha fazla, daha fazla zorluyordu. Amım yırtılacak gibiydi.

Kasıklarım ter içinde kalmıştı. Tahir’in yarak darbeleri kasıklarımda şiddetli ses patlamaları yapıyordu. Odanın içi ‘Şlap şlap şlap!’ sesleri ile yankılanıyordu. Tahir’ın altında iki büklüm olmuş, can çekişiyordum resmen. Boşalmaya yaklaştıkça daha hızlı sokup çıkarıyordu yarağını. Ellerimi iki yana açmış yataktan sıkıca tutunmaktan başka çarem kalmamıştı. İri memelerimin sallanışlarını seyrediyordum.

Bir zaman sonra, “Ağğhhh, ağğğhhh, ohhh!” diye diye amıma boşaldı. Amımın içine sanki itfaiye hortumuyla su tutulmuş gibiydi. Bir dere gibi Tahir’in dölleri amımdan kasıklarıma ve yatağıma akıyordu. Boşalma sonrası Tahir’in nefesi kesilir gibi olmuştu, hızlı hızlı nefes alıp veriyordu. “Rabia abla, Emine’yi o kadar siktim ama hiçbirinde şimdiki gibi zevk almadım!” dedi. Bense uğradığım şok karşısında donakalmış, konuşamıyordum.

Tahir üzerimden kalktı. Tuvalete gitti, işediğini duydum. Yatakta ağrı ve sızı içinde yatıyordum. Tahir tekrar geldi, kağıt peçete getirmişti. Yarağını, amımı ve kasıklarımı peçete ile sildi. Yatağımın üzeri ter ve döl ile dolmuştu. Yıllar sonra yatağımda tekrar sikilmiştim, ama bu kez sikicim kocam değil, hayallerimi süsleyen genç bir adam olmuştu…

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Burak, “Elif sende ne cevherler varmış ya! Ben hayatta inanmazdım seninle böyle birşey yaşayacağıma. Biz seni hanım hanımcık uslu bu kız sanırdık!” deyince, Osman da, “Gerçi en son burada Eyüp’le sevişirken ortalığı inlettin. O gün içindeki orospuyu salıvermiştin!” diye devam etti. Ben de, “Bakın bunlar aramızda kalsın. Özellikle Eyüp öğrenmesin. Böyle olduğumu ben de bilmiyordum…” diye başlayıp başımdan geçenleri bir bir anlattım.

Ben anlattıkça ikisinin sikleri de kazık gibi oldu. Oldukça etkilenmişe benziyorlardı. Burak beni boynumdan çekerek başımı kasıklarına doğru bastırdı. Ben de hiç ikiletmeden sikini ağzıma aldım ve emmeye başladım. Osman da elime verdi, bir elimle de onun yarağını sıvazlıyordum. Ben Burak’ın sikine eğilince ortaya çıkan bacak arama Osman elini attı ve amımla oynamaya başladı. Amım hemen vıcık vıcık olmuştu. Osman amımdan akan zevk sularımla kayganlaşan parmaklarını amıma sokuyor, beni parmaklarıyla sikiyordu.

Sonra baş parmağını arka deliğime doğru bastırdı. Hem akşam hem de sabah yediği yaraklardan ötürü genişlemiş olan götümün deliğine hiç zorlanmadan girdi başparmağı. Şimdi ağzımda Burak’ın yarağı varken, amım ve götüm de Osman’ın parmaklarıyla dolmuştu. Tüm deliklerimden birden uyarıldığım için orgazm olmam uzun sürmedi.

Benim boşalmamla erkeklerim de harekete geçti. Burak oturduğu yerden hiç kalkmadan beni üzerine doğru çekti. Ben amımı hizalayarak Burak’ın sikinin üstüne oturdum ve öpüşmeye başladık. Osman da yerinden kalkıp yanımıza geldi ve beni saçımdan tutarak geri çekti. Burak’tan ayrılan ağzıma kendi yarağını yerleştirdi, ben de iştahla emmeye başladım.

Bir süre sonra yarağını ağzımdan çıkaran Osman beni Burak’ın üstüne doğru bastırarak eğilmemi ve götümün ortaya çıkmasını sağladı. Sonra da yavaşça yarağını götüme sokmaya başladı. Tamamı içime girdiğinde müthiş bir zevk dalgası vücudumu kapladı. Aynı anda iki tane yarağı içimde hissetmek harika bir duyguydu. İkisi de boşalana kadar beni aynı pozisyonda siktiler. Ben kaç defa orgazm oldum hatırlamıyorum. Hepimiz yığılıp kaldık. Vakit öğlen olmuştu.

Benim otobüste ve sinemada sikilme hikayelerim onları çok etkilemişti. Onlar da bu deneyimi yaşamak istediklerini söyleyip, birlikte dışarı çıkıp açık alanda sikişmeyi teklif ettiler. Sanki düşüncelerimi okuyorlardı. Benim de en zevk aldığım şey dışarıda ve yakalanma korkusuyla seks yapmaktı. Burak ve Osman ile harika bir seks uyumumuz oluşmuştu. Ama yine de biraz tedirgindim, “Ya millete yakalanırsak? Siz erkeksiniz, size birşey olmaz, ben rezil olurum!” dedim. Aslında çok istiyordum, sikilirken birilerine yakalanmış olmayı. Birinin beni o halde izlemesinden çok zevk alacaktım, ama olaya karışıp işin büyümemesi lazımdı, sadece izlesin ama tepki vermesin istiyordum.

Burak ve Osman, bunun daha önce yaşadığım şeyler olacağını, tedbirli davranacaklarını söyleyerek beni yatıştırdılar. Kimsenin kimseyi umursamayacağı çok kalabalık otobüslere binecek ve bir köşeye çekilip kimseye çaktırmadan oynaşacak, imkan bulursak sikişecektik.

Dışarı çıkmak üzere hazırlanmaya başladık. Ben çantamdan kıyafetlerimi çıkardım, taytım ve eteğim vardı. Osman’a, “Hangisini giyeyim?” diye sordum. Osman ikisini de elimden alıp yere bıraktı ve kabanımı bana uzatarak, “Buraya gelirken ne giydiysen onu giy!” dedi gülerek.

Ben altıma külot giymek istedim, Osman karşı çıktı. Ama zevk sularım ve döller akacak olursa onları engeller diyerek zorla kabul ettirdim. İçimde bir tanga külot, üstüne de kabanımı giyerek evden çıktık. Ayağımda çizmelerim vardı. Kabanımın cebine biraz peçete koymuştum her ihtimale karşı. Çantamı, arkadan yaklaşmaya engel olur diye aldırmadılar. Çok heyecanlıydım, bile bile milletin içinde sevişmeye gidiyordum.

İlk otobüse bindik, ama kalabalık değildi. Daha kalabalık otobüslere binebileceğimiz bir güzergahta indik. Durak bile çok kalabalıktı. Kalabalık bir otobüse orta kapıdan bindik. Arkaya gitmeye çalışıyorduk, ama kıpırdamaya imkan yoktu. Burak’la Osman arkamda kalmışlardı. Zorla arkaya doğru ilerledik. Sonra Osman önüme geçti, Burak sağ tarafımda kalmıştı. Ama buna rağmen elini arkama attı ve kabanımın üzerinden götümü avuçlamaya başladı. Bir müddet böyle devam ettikten sonra elini kabanımın altından içeri soktu ve o şekilde götümü okşayıp mıncıklamaya devam etti.

Bu arada Osman da kulağıma birşey söylüyormuş gibi yaklaşıp boynumdan öpüyor, arada kulak mememi ısırıyordu. Görenler onula beni sevgili sanırlardı. Ama aynı zamanda arkamda Burak elini artık külotumun içine sokmuş, beni parmaklıyordu. Burak sonra külotumu aşağı doğru çekerek dizlerimin az üstüne kadar elinin yetiştiği kadar indirdi. Bu arada tam pencere kenarında değildik, ama iyice arka tarafa ilerlemiştik.

Osman kabanımın düğmelerini açmaya başlayınca engel olmak istedim, ama iyice zorladı ve ön tarafımdan çırılçıplak hale geldim. Yine de kabanımın kenarları gizliyordu vücudumu, bunu Osman bile görmüyor, sadece temas ettiği için hissediyordu. Osman sikini çıkardı ve amıma doğru baskı yapmaya başladı. Amıma daha kolay girebilmek için elleriyle kalçamdan tutarak kendine doğru çekti. Öne doğru çekince bir an kabanım açılır gibi oldu ve çıplak vücudum görünecek diye ben de hemen Osman’a sarıldım. O ani hareketle Osman’ın siki amıma yerleşti.

Şimdi çok yavaş hareketlerle sikini içimde oynatıyordu. Osman’la iki sevgili gibi birbirimize sarılmıştık, dışardan bakınca birşey fark edilmiyordu. Ama arkamda Burak da kabanımı yukarı doğru kaldırmış ve götüme dayanmıştı. Bir taraftan sürtünüyor, bir taraftan da ellerini yukarı memelerime doğru çıkarıyordu. Bu şekilde arkadan memelerimi okşayınca kabanımın beni gizleyen yan tarafları açılıyordu. Dikkatli bakan biri benim alttan memelerime kadar olan her yerimin çıplak olduğunu fark edebilirdi.

Burak daha çılgın gibiydi sanki. Ya teşhirciliği sevdiği için, beni millete göstermek için gidebildiği kadar ileri giderek işin zevkini çıkarmak istiyordu, ya da beni hiç umursamıyordu. Biri fark edip birşey dese, bir rezillik çıkarsa mahvolurdum. O açıdan Osman’ı daha güvenli buluyordum. Ama bir taraftan düşününce de, o değil miydi Burak’ın koynuna beni sokan? Düpedüz beni kandırıp eve çağırmış, kendi siktikten sonra da arkadaşına peşkeş çekmişti. Kaba tabirle olay buydu. Ben ise her ne kadar mağdur durumunda görünsem de, çok zevk almıştım ve durumdan rahatsız değildim, hatta memnundum. Ama şimdi zevk almakla birlikte, beni tehlikeye attığı için Burak’ın hareketlerini aşırı buluyordum.

Bir taraftan amımda Osman’ın siki, bir taraftan arkamda Burak sırasını bekliyor ve beklerken de boş durmuyor ve beni zevklendiriyordu… Ne kadar zaman geçti bilmiyorum ama, Osman içime döllerini attırmaya başladı. O boşaldıktan sonra Burak hareketlendi, o kıpırdanma esnasında biz de köşeye geçtik. Osman önümden çekildi, ama Burak beni ileri iterek arkamda kaldı. Osman kapı tarafına doğru arkamızda bizi perdeliyordu. Ben şimdi arka köşede, yüzüm pencereye dönük bir şekilde demirlere tutundum…

Burak arkamdan yanaştı ve sikini çıkardı, arkadan bana sarıldı. Arkadan amıma kolayca girebilmek için beni omzumdan bastırarak götümü dışarı doğru çıkardı. Belimden yukarısı dikti, ama resmen beni domaltmıştı. O pozisyonda amım ortaya çıkınca, zaten yeni sikilmiş, benim zevk sularım ve Osman’ın dölleriyle vıcık vıcık olmuş amıma Burak kolayca yarağını yerleştirdi. İçimde gidip gelirken, ellerini de memelerime atıp yoğurmaya başladı…

Sonra beni kendine doğru çekip boynumu öpmeye, kulağıma birşeyler fısıldamaya başladı. Ne dediğini tam anlamıyordum, inanılmaz bir zevk dalgasına kapılmıştım. Zaten oldum olası boynumda o sıcak nefesi hissetmek beni inanılmaz tahrik etmiştir. Burak’ın sözlerini anlamıyordum, ama bana yaşattığı zevk için ona cevap vermek için, “Aşkım harikasın, devam et lütfen!” diye kafamı arkaya doğru çevirdiğim esnada yanıbaşımızda dikilen bir adamın suratıyla burun buruna geldim.

“Sen de harikasın bebeğim, hem çok sexy, hem de çok cesursun!” dedi adam sırıtarak. Başımdan kaynar sular dökülür gibi oldum, adam her şeyin farkındaydı. Çok utanmıştım, yüzüm kıpkırmızı oldu, ne yapacağımı bilemedim. Hemen kafamı geri çevirdim. Ama Burak durmamış, beni sikmeye devam ediyordu. Bir müddet sonra Burak durakladı ve içimden çıktı. Omzumdan tutup beni kendine çevirdi ve kenara çekilip, az önceki adama bıraktı yerini.

Aralarında hiç konuşma duymadım, nasıl anlaştılar, nasıl olurda beni yabancı birinin sikmesine izin verirler diye hayret ediyordum. Ama zaten düne kadar Burak da yabancı biri değil miydi benim için? İşler karışmaya başlıyordu. Ya daha da ileri giderlerse, beni herkese siktirmeye kalkarlarsa? Dün sadece Osman’la baş başa bir haftasonu geçirip seks yaparım diye planlayıp geldiğim evde, kandırılıp Burak’la sikişmiştim. Kimseyle paylaşmadığım sırlarımı onlara anlatmış, aramızda birşeyler oluştuğunu sanmıştım.

Evet, ben onlara her şeyimi açmıştım, hem bedenimi hem ruhuma işleyen sırlarımı. Birlikte güzel vakit geçirecektik, beni sahipleneceklerini düşünmüştüm. Sırf aramızda böyle birşey oluştu diye, onları mutlu etmek ve kırmamak için, yakalanıp rezil olmayı göze alarak halka açık yerlerde seks yapmayı kabul edip gelmiştim. Ama onların beni umursadığı yoktu. Şimdi de başka bir adamın önünde bir otobüste çırılçıplak duruyordum ve onlar bu durumdan rahatsız değillerdi.

Bunlar bir anda aklımdan geçmişti, şimdi ne yapacağımı bilemiyordum. Ama bu durumdayken ve bana arka çıkabileceğini düşündüğüm iki kişi de beni siktikten sonra bu adamın önüne koymuşlardı. Karşı çıkarsam iş büyüyüp rezillik çıkabilirdi, her türlü ben zararlı çıkacaktım. O yüzden oluruna bıraktım.

Adamın bir iki denedi ama sikini bir türlü amıma sokamadı. Eğilmesi gerekiyordu, ama bu sefer de beli geride kalıyordu. En sonunda eğilerek ve elleriyle ensemden kendine doğru çekerek beni öpmeye başladı. Ben de kollarımı boynuna doladım. Dudaklarımız birleştikten sonra adam ellerini boynumdan çekip kabanımın içinden çıplak vücudumu okşayarak kalçalarıma doğru indirdi. Biraz okşayıp sıktıktan sonra, beni kalçalarımdan tutarak yukarı çekti, ben de boynuna sarılı kollarımla ona yardımcı oldum. Bir eliyle yarağını amıma yerleştirdi ve beni otobüsün arka duvarına yasladı.

Ben kimse görmesin diye uğraşırken, iyice havaya kalkmıştım. Ben kucağında olunca adam da yüzünün hizasına geldiği için memelerime yumuldu. Elleri kabanımın içinden kalçalarımda olduğu için kabanımın ön tarafının kapanmasına engel oluyordu, memelerime yumulduğu için göğüs kısmı da açıktı, beni kamufle edebilecek tek şey sikicimin bedeniydi. Hatta amımda gidip gelirken beni her hoplatışında başımın yukarı aşağı hareketleri yüksekte olduğu için daha da görülebilir ve dikkat çekebilirdi. Şu an tek düşündüğüm bu otobüsten bir an önce kurtulmaktı.

Adamın hiçbir şey umurunda değildi, beni sikerken aldığı zevke bakıyordu sadece. Benim ayaklarım yere basmadığı için baya yorulmuştum… Nihayet adam boşalmaya başladı ve siki içimde küçüldükçe yukarıdan benim vücut ağırlığımın da baskısıyla kendiliğinden çıktı. Adam sikini pantolonuna yerleştirirken, ben de külotumu çekip kabanımın önünü kapattım.

Burak’tan umudum olmadığı için Osman’a söyledim, çok yorulduğumu ve inmek istediğimi. Burak’la birşeyler konuştular ve bir sonraki durakta inip, yolun karşısından başka bir otobüsle eve döndük.

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14 yaşından beri evde tek başıma kaldığımda annemin veya ablamın kıyafetlerini giyer ve kendimi seyrederim aynada
Çokta hoşuma gider yaptıklarım hatta ilk otuzbirimi bile ablamın kıyafeti üzerimdeyken külotlu çorap ile pipimle oynayarak çekmişimdir.
Evde tek başıma kaldığımda kadın gibi davranmaktan ev işi yapmaktan da çok hoşlanırım
Kendimi o kıyafetlerin içerisinde başka biri olarak bir kadın olarak düşünmüşümdür hep…
Okullar kapandığı zaman annem ile birlikte Marmaris’teki yazlığımıza gider neredeyse okullar açılana kadar orada kalırdık. Babam ise işleri dolayısı ile arada sırada gelir ve giderdi. Yazlığımızın olduğu yerde çocukluğumdan beri tanıdığım Serhat diye bir arkadaşım vardı. Serhat benden 1 yaş büyüktü. Ailesi oldukça varlıklıydı. Gerçi bizimkilerde öyle ama onlar kadar değil. Her türlü sporla uğraşan biriydi. Çokta yakışıklıydı. Genelde yazları hep birlikte geçirir günümüzü gün eder ve eğlenirdik.
16 yaşındaydım. Okulun son yılına girmiştim artık oldukça yoğun bir dönem beni beklediği için o yaz tatilini doya doya yaşamaya niyetliydim. Ben yazlığa gittikten 15-20 gün sonra Serhat’lar geldi. Serhat üniversite sınavına girmişti o yüzden de tatile geç başlamışlardı. Yine birlikte yüzmeye gezmeye ve dolaşmaya gidiyorduk. Günlerimiz eğlenceli geçiyordu. Serhat’ların kamaralı sanırım 7 metrelik bir tekneleri vardı. Genelde beni ve ablamı alır kimsenin olmadığı koylara yüzmeye giderdik.
Yine bir gün tekne ile açılmaya karar vermiştik ablamda gelecekti. Akşamdan eşyaları hazırladım. Ertesi sabah erkenden denize açılacaktık. Ertesi sabah biraz geç uyandım. Serhat bize gelmişti bile. Apar topar çantamı aldım ve dışarı çıktım. Ablam kapıda Serhat’la konuşuyordu. Beni görünce
-ablan gelmeyecekmiş bir arkadaşının doğum günü varmış dedi. Ablamda onayladı.
– ne yani gitmiyor muyuz o zaman? Diye sordum
– yok, canım biz gideriz dedi Serhat
Annemin hazırladığı sandviçleri aldık ve tekneye gittik. Bir süre sonra kıyıdan uzaklaşmaya başlamıştık bile. İyice açıldıktan sonra üzerimizdeki t-shirtleri çıkartmış ve şortlarımıza kalmıştık bile. Yaklaşık 45-50 dakikalık yolculuktan sonra genelde kimsenin uğramadığı ıssız bir koya geldik. Sandviçlerimizi yedik sohbet muhabbet ediyorduk.
-hadi denize girelim dedi Serhat
-tamam, mayomu giyip geliyorum dedim ve aşağı kamaraya indim. Çantayı açtığım zamanki manzara ise yüksek sesle küfür etmeme sebep olmuştu.
-hayırdır diye yukarıdan seslendi Serhat. Kamaradan yarı belime kadar dışarı çıkıp gülerek
-sorma ya sabah telaşla ablamın çantasını almışım dedim karşılıklı gülmeye başladık.
-e bende yanıma sadece bir mayo aldım ne yapacağız şimdi denize giremeyecek misin? Diye sordu
-ne yapayım girmem diye cevapladım
-sen bilirsin diyerek şortunu sıyırdı. Altında mayosu vardı. Kendini suya atıverdi. Biraz yüzdükten sonra tekrar tekneye çıktı.
-kaçıyorsun bak su çok güzel.
-ne yapayım Serhat mayom yok ki
-haklısın sende.
Hava gittikçe ısınmaya başlamıştı. Teknede güneşten saklanacak yerde kalmamaya başlamıştı. Serhat arada sırada denize atlıyor serinliyor ve çıkıyordu. Benimse terden şortum bile sırılsıklam olmuştu.
-Memduh sen girmemeye niyetlisin galiba. Su çok güzel bence değerlendir.
-nasıl gireyim Serhat mayom yok ki
-çıplak gir sende
-yok artık
-şortunla gir.
-olmaz walla dünyanın parasını verdim hem şortum da ıslanırsa ne giyeceğim sonra
-oho sende ne emmeye geliyorsun ne gömmeye. Git o zaman ablanın mayosunu giy
-olurmu öyle şey?
-e etrafta kimse yok ki
-haklısında yani
-sen bilirsin benden söylemesi su çok güzel.
-benimle dalga geçmek için söylüyorsun değil mi bunları
-neden dalga geçeyim ki. Zaten bir kaç seçeneğin var ya çıplak gireceksin ya şortunla ya da ablanın mayosunu giyip gireceksin ya da girmeyip kuruyacaksın burada. Ben seçenekleri söylüyorum arkadaşın olarak.
-bak tamam ablamın mayosunu giyerim ama dalga geçmek yok
-ne alakası var yahu. Zaten mayo mayodur. Ha şort mayo girmişsin ha slip mayo gibi ablanın mayosunu.
Haklısın dercesine başımı sallayıp kamaraya indim. Aslında ablamın mayoları daha önce de giymiştim. Ama bundan tabii ki kimsenin haberi yoktu. Çantayı karıştırdım ve bir bikini altı çıkardım. Pembe üzerine siyah puantiye bir bikini altıydı ve mayoya dikili aynı desen fırfırlı bir etek vardı üzerinde. Kamaradan dışarı çıktım. Zaten güneşten kıpkırmızı olmuş tenimde pembe etekli bikini altıyla beni görünce Serhat gülmeye başladı.
-hani dalga geçmeyecektin.
-pardon pardon haklısın… Yakışmış ama
-uuff Serhat.
-yok, yok walla yakışmış yahu. Sen devamlı bunlardan giysene güzel duruyor senin üzerinde.
-bak halen dalga geçiyor yahu diyip suya atladım. Yüzerken Serhat’ta arkamdan suya atladı. Biraz yüzdükten sonra ikimizde tekneye çıktık. Yine ablamın çantasından aldığım üzeri cicili bicili havlu ile kurulanıp oturdum. Serhat’ta karşıma oturdu.
-dedim değil mi ben sana su mükemmel
-gerçekten öyleymiş. Neyse ki seni dinledim de ablamın mayosunu giyip girdim denize yoksa kavrulacaktım.
-üzerini değiştir ama bence sonra zararlı olabilir.
-ne alakası var yahu sende mayonla oturuyorsun.
-iyi de Memduh benimki şort mayo seninki ise slip gibi haliyle değiştirmen gerek
-evet ya hiç düşünmemiştim.
-getir bakalım ablanın çantasını neler varmış. Dedi. Bende sanki bunu bekliyormuş gibi kamaradan çantayı alıp geldim. Çantadakileri çıkardık. Giydiğim bikininin üstü haricinde 2 bikini ve bir de tek parça mayo ile bir de plaj kıyafeti vardı. Serhat tek parça mayoyu aldı eline bana uzattı
-bunu giysene Memduh.
-ama Serhat bu bayan mayosu
-olsun eminim sana yakışır.
Kızardım biraz zaten giymek istiyordum ama Serhat’ın bunu istemesi hoşuma gitmişti. Gülümsedim.
-emin misin bunu mu giyeyim dedim
-evet, evet bence sana çok yakışacaktır.
Kamaraya gidip mayoyu giydim. Siyah askılı sırtı ve önü açık ama göğüs kısmı tokalı bir mayoydu. Kamaradan yukarı çıkarken merdivenlerin altında kırmızı parmak arası üzeri püsküllü hafif topuklu bir çift terlik gördüm. Terlikleri de giyip çıktım.
Serhat beni görünce gülümsedi.
-terliklerde açmış seni. Bakıyorum da gittikçe alışıyorsun bu kıyafetleri giymeye.
-yerler çok sıcak basmak istemedim de. Dedim. Serhat yukarıdan aşağı süzdü beni. Bende onun o şekilde bakmasından cesaret alarak.
-nasıl güzel olmuş muyum? Diyerek kendi çevremde döndüm.
-ne yalan söyleyeyim ablandan daha çok yakıştı sana.
-yok artık Serhat
-yok, yok gerçekten öyle.
-peki, o zaman teşekkür ederim
-denize girecek misin?
-yok, bu mayoyla girmek istemiyorum ama güneşleneceğim
-sen bilirsin. Serhat ayağa kalkıp denize atlamak üzereyken
-Serhat güneş kremin var mı?
Serhat denize atlamaktan vazgeçip teknenin arka tarafındaki küçük çantadan güneş kremini çıkartıp bana uzattı. Kremi alıp elime döktüm ve bacaklarıma krem sürmeye başladım. Zaten sarışın olduğumdan bacaklarımdaki kıllar fazla görünmüyordu. Kırmızı terlikli ayakları ileri doğru uzatıp bacağıma ve baldırıma krem sürmeye başladım. Serhat ayakta beni seyrediyordu. Omuzlarıma krem sürdükten sonra Serhat’a
-sırtıma sürer misin? Diye sordum. Serhat konuşmadan yanıma geldi oturdu. Bende arkamı döndüm. eline kremi sürüp omuzlarımı kremlemeye başladı. O güne kadar aklımda hiç Serhat yoktu açıkçası ama şu anda Serhat’ın karşısında bayan mayosu ile duruyor ve kendime krem sürdürüyordum. Omuzlarımı iyice kremledikten sonra Serhat
-sırtına da sürmemi ister misin? Zaten yanmışsın daha fazla yanma. Dedi.
Hafifçe dönüp olur anlamında gülümseyerek başımı salladım.
-uzan o zaman böyle rahat olmaz dedi
Teknenin yanındaki minderlerin üzerine uzandım. Serhatta yanıma çömeldi. Omuzlarımdan başlayıp sırtıma doğru kremi sürmeye başladı. İyice yayarak sırtıma sürüyordu. Bende yüzükoyun yatmış başım yana dönük duruyordum. Gözlerimi kapamıştım. Elleri belime kadar indi Serhat’ın. Huylandım ve hafifçe kıkırdadım.
-ne oldu?
-ay huylandım birden
-kızlar gibi güldün de
-a şey yok canım ne alakası var
Serhat bir daha bel kısmımı okşarcasına kremledi. Gülümsedim ve tekrar kıkırdadım
-bak yine yaptın
-huylandım ne yapayım.
Belimi iyice kavrayarak sıkmaya başladı. Gülmeye başladım bende. Elimi uzatıp koluna hafifçe vurdum.
-yaaaapppmaaaaa kikir kikir.
İyice mıncıklamaya başladı. Tekrar hafifçe vurdum koluna
-ay yapma Serhat kikir kikir
-gerçekten tam bir kadın gibi gülüyorsun Memduh
-aayyy ama gıdıklandııııımmm
-peki, yapmam o zaman
Ayağa kalktı. Serhat’a baktım. Mayosunun önü kabarmıştı. Cesaretimi toplayıp,
-Serhat çadırı kurmuşsun
Düzeltti mayosunun önünü
-ne yapayım ya kadın gibi kıkırdadın bende huylandım.
Doğrulup oturdum ve bacak bacak üzerine attım. Yukarıdaki bacağımı sallamaya başladım.
-bitti mi yani ne güzel kremliyordun
-tam kremlenmedin aslında istersen devam edeyim
-çok isterim hemde
-yat öyleyse
Sırt üstü uzandım. Serhat tuhaf bir bakış ile baktı neden sırt üstü yattığımı anlamamış gibi.
Sonra gelip yanımda kalan boş yere oturdu. Kremi omuzlarıma sıktı. Elleri ile omuz başlarımı yavaşça ovuşturmaya başladı. Yavaşça aşağı doğru indirdi ellerini mayonun askılarından hafifçe içeri soktu. Serhat’a bakarak gülümsüyordum. O da benden gözlerini ayırmıyordu. Parmak uçları memelerime değdi. Alt dudağımı ısırdım. Serhat tepkimi öğrenmek istercesine biraz daha parmaklarını dolaştırdı meme uçlarımda. Meme uçlarım istem dışı sipsivri oldular. Yavaşça elini oynatarak memelerimi okşamaya başladı. Dudağımı hafifçe ısırarak ve gülümsemeye çalışarak Serhat’a bakıyordum. İki eliyle birden iki mememi okşamaya başladı. Hiçbir şey söylemiyor sadece bana bakıyordu. Hafifçe göğsümü yukarı doğru kaldırdım memelerim artık ellerinin içindeydi. Titreyerek nefes alıp vermeye başladım. Bir bacağımı dizimden kırıp yukarı kaldırdım ve Serhat’ın koluna değmesini sağladım. Serhat bana bakmaya devam ederek bir elini bacağıma uzattı. Yutkundum. Bir eliyle mememi ovuşturuyor diğer eli ile bacağımı okşuyordu.
-çok tatlı bir kız gibi oldun Memduh. dedi
-beğendin mi Serhat
-aynı bir kız gibi tenin pürüzsüz. Yutkundum yine
-teşekkür ederim. Dedim. Ellerinin altında kıvranıyordum resmen. Bacağımı ve mememi okşaması çok hoşuma gitmişti. Serhat yavaş hareketlerle okşamaya devam ederken. Elimi uzattım ve kolunu sıvazladım
-sende çok sert bir erkeğe benziyorsun. Dedim.
Serhat hafifçe doğruldu. Mememi okşayan kolunu sıvazlayarak elimi aşağıya doğru indirdim ve Serhat’ın bacağına koydum
-ne kadar da çok kıl var bacağında
-sende de hiç yok neredeyse
-hı hı evet kendimde hiç sevmiyorum
-peki, kimde seviyorsun?
-sendekileri sevdim mesela
Konuşurken Serhat halen daha beni okşamaya devam ediyordu. Elimi bacağının üst kısmına doğru ilerlettim şortundan hafifçe içeri doğru soktum. İrkildi.
-ne yaptığımızın farkında mısın? Diye sordu.
-hı hı evet… Dedim
Artık ok yaydan çıkmıştı aslında. Elimi şortundan iyice içeri soktum. Serhat’ta mememi okşamaya devam etti. Baldırından dizine kadar birkaç defa bacaklarındaki kılların üzerinde dolaştırdım elimi. sonra usulca tekrar şortundan içeri soktum parmaklarımı ve orada durdum. Serhat bacağımdan baldırıma oradan da popoma indirmişti elini. İkimizde konuşmadan birbirimize bakıyorduk. Baldırımı ve popomu okşadı. Parmaklarımı uzatıp iyice ileriye gittim. Ve işte. En sonunda Serhat’ın sertliğine parmaklarımın ucu değmişti. Bana bakarak gülümsedi.
-ne oldu? Diye sordum
-şimdilik bir şey olmadı. Ama bu gidişle olacak galiba. dedi
Biraz daha uzattım elimi. Aletinin mantarı parmaklarımın ucundaydı. Sünnet çizgisini parmak ucumda hissediyordum. Parmak uçlarımı birbirine yaklaştırarak parmak uçlarımla yuvarlak yaptım. Elimi yavaşça ileri geri yaparak aletinin kafasının parmak uçlarımdan elimin içine girmesini sağladım. Oturduğu yerde doğrularak kalçasını ileri doğru çıkarttı. Hafifçe sırıttım bir yanda da alt dudağımı ısırıyordum. Usulca aletini avucumun içine aldım.
-ııııhhhhh…
İlk defa bir erkeğin aletini avucuma almıştım. Serhat bana bakıyordu.
-ne kadar da sertmiş.
-sayende sertleşti.
Ayağa kalktı ve mayosunu sıyırdı. Karşımda çırılçıplak duruyordu. Doğruldum ve oturdum. elimi uzattım ve Serhat’a bakarak aletini avucuma aldım. Sıvazlamaya başladım. Serhat bana bakıyordu.
-bir kaç senedir şüpheleniyordum zaten senden. Dedi. Aletini sıvazlamaya devam ederek.
-demek belli etmişim Serhat’çığım. Dedim.
Kalçasını öne arkaya oynatmaya başladı. Yaklaşık 18-19 santim olan aleti iyice avucumun içindeydi. 31 çektiriyordum. Bana doğru küçük bir iki adım attı. Uzandım ve aletinin ucuna bir öpücük kondurdum. Saçlarımı okşadı. Dudaklarımı araladım ve sikini öperek ağzımın içine aldım. Harika bir duyguydu. sikinin mantarındaki pütürleri dilimde hissediyordum. Sünnet çizgisine kadar dudaklarımı ilerlettim dilimle mantarının çevresinde daireler çizmeye başladım.
-uf Memduh çok iyi.
Elimle sikine 31 çektirirken mantarının biraz fazla kısmını ağzımın içine alarak emmeye ve yalamaya devam ettim. Saçlarımı okşayıp sikine doğru başımı bastırıyordu. Daha fazlasını ağzıma almamı istiyordu. Birazını daha aldım ağzıma. İlk defa bu kadar ileri gidiyordum. Daha önce hiç yapmadığım şeyleri yapmak hoşuma gitmişti. Elimi sikinin en dibine kadar bastırıp sikini alabildiğim kadar ağzıma aldım. Serhat kalçasını öne arkaya yaparak ağzımı sikiyordu. Bir kaç kez daha yaladıktan sonra başımı tutup geri itti ve sikini ağzımdan çıkarttı. Sikini kavrayıp hızlı bir şekilde 31 çekmeye başladı. 25-30 Saniye sonra fışkırmaya başladı. Sikinden fışkıranlar mayoya bacaklarıma ve göğsüme geldi.
-oh harika oldu bu. Dedi geriye çekilirken. Düşündüğüm bu değildi. Daha ileri gitmek istiyordum ama Serhat nedense sadece 31 çekmekle yetinmişti. Minderin üzerindeki havluyla üstümdeki menileri silerken. Serhat hiç bir şey söylemeden denize atladı. Açıkçası beklemediğim bir hareketti. Doğruldum denizde yüzerken Serhat’a baktım. Sonra kamaraya girdim. Mayomu çıkartıp ablamın siyah ve küçük bikinisini giydim. Üzerime de çantadaki ablamın plaj kıyafetini giydim. İnce, turuncu renkli mini etek ve askılı kırmızı bluzdu giydiğim. Kamaradan çıktım. Zaten ayağımda kırmızı parmak arası terlikler vardı. Tam o sırada Serhat teknenin arkasındaki merdivenlerden yukarı çıkmaya başlamıştı. Beni görünce
-Memduh hayret bir şeysin uslanmayacak mısın sen?
-noolldukiiii ne yaptııım şimdiiiiii. Dedim ince kısık ve şehvetli bir ses tonu ile.
-şu haline baksana
-ama biraz evvel beğenmiş gibiydin
-evet, yani beğendim tabi ama
Kamaradan tamamen çıktım. Serhat’ta tekneye çıkmıştı. Çıplaktı karşımdaydı. Serhat’a yaklaştım.
-biraz evvel hiç ama dememiştin. Dedim. İyice yaklaştım Serhat’ın ıslak vücudunda elimi dolaştırmaya başladım. Bir şey söylemeden bana bakıyordu. Aşağıya uzanıp sikini tekrar elime aldım. Sertliğini kaybetmişti ama yavaş yavaş uyanmak üzereydi.
-ufak Serhat hiçte ama demiyor. Dedim gülümseyerek.
-sende hiç hayır demiyorsun bakıyorum. Dedi. Eğildim diz çöktüm önünde. Islak sikini ağzıma alıp emmeye başladım.
-uf Memduh ne yapıyorsun?
-hep yapmak istediğim şeyi canım.
Yalamaya devam ettim. Siki ağzımın içinde kendine geliyor. Gittikçe büyüyordu. İyice emmeye çevresinde daireler çizmeye başladım. Dilimle altındaki damarı yalıyor sonra kafasını ağzıma sokuyordum. Çok kısa bir süre sonra tekrar sertleşti tamamen. Ağzımı açabildiğim kadar açarak tamamını ağzıma almaya çalıştım. Bir kaç denemeden sonra sikini tamamı ağzımdaydı artık. Serhat bir şey yapmıyor ayakta duruyordu sadece. Kafamı ileri geri yaparak kendi ağzımı kendim siktirmeye başladım. Sikini okşuyor. 31 çektiriyor. Dibinden ucuna kadar yalıyor ve kafasını, mantarını ağzıma sokup çıkarıyordum
-Memduh… Sikini ağzımdan çıkardım ama sıvazlamaya devam ediyordum
-efendim canım
-sen, sen manyak yalıyorsun… Deli ettin beni dedi. Gülümsedim ve sikini tekrar ağzıma alıp yalamaya başladım. Sonra Serhat’a bakarak
-ama bu sefer sen bir şey yapmayacaksın olur mu? Dedim. Gülerek yanağımı okşadı
-peki. Dedi.
Arkaya doğru ittim ve teknenin kenarındaki minderlere oturmasını sağladım. Bacaklarının arasına girip hem bacaklarını okşayama hem de sikini yalamaya başladım. İnlercesine sesler çıkartıyordu. Sikinden öpmeye başlayarak yukarıya doğru çıkmaya başladım. Kaslı karnını öperek geçtim. Kıllı göğsündeydim. Siki karnıma değiyordu. Bacaklarından güç alarak doğruldum. Sikini tutup sıvazladım. Bacaklarımı açarak Serhat’ın bacaklarını arama aldım yavaşça yaklaştım Serhat’a doğru. Popomdan tutarak sıkmaya ve okşamaya başladı bana bakıyordu. Kalçamı kaldırıp sikine doğru yaklaştım. Sikinin sertliğini popomda hissediyordum.
-oh Serhat çok sert.
-sende yumuşacıksın
-ama sen çok sertsin.
Göt yanaklarımda Serhat’ın elleri vardı sıkıyor ve ovuşturuyordu. Sikinin sertliği arada sırada baldırıma, popoma değiyordu. tüylerim diken diken olmuştu. Bacaklarımı okşuyordu. popoma bir tokat attı. Kıkırdadım.
-kıkırdama kız
-kikir kikir nedeeeennn. Dedim işaret parmağımı ısırarak. Kalçasını yukarı doğru kaldırdı. Sert siki popoma baskı yapmıştı.
-uuff Serhat.
-ne var ibne
-ııhh Serhat öyle deme amaa
-neden ibne değil misin?
-ı ıh değilim daha.
-nasıl yani anlamadım
-kimse sikmediki beni Serhat nasıl ibne olabilirim
-uuff gerçekten mi?
-tabiiii, yoksa sen beni ibne mi zannettin
-oooh Memduh harika
-kikir kikir
-kıkırdama kız daha da azdırıyorsun
-yaaaa az o zamaaaannnn
-bak zilli
-kikir kikir
Belimden tutup sikini iyice popomda dolaştırmaya bastırmaya başladı.
-ooohh Serhat
-demek…(sikini iyice bastırdı) ibne değilsin daha
-ooohh Serhat
-değilsin haaaaa? (biraz daha popoma bastırdı)
-değilim
-oohh o zaman seni ibne yapmam lazım
-ımmmggghhh yap Serhat’ım yap beni ibne yap
Ayağa kaldırdı sonra da kendisi ayağa kalktı. Sırtımı çevirdi kendine. Teknenin kenarına tutunarak domaldım önünde. Eteğimi kenara sıyırdı ve bikinimin altını aşağı indirdi.
-Serhat yavaş
-ooh konuş konuş
-yapma Serhat acıtma canımı
-oohh evet devam et
-Serhat lütfen yavaş
Sikini göt yarığımda dolaştırmaya başladı. Çatalımdan aşağı doğru sikini sürtüyor deliğime gelmeden tekrar yukarı çıkartıyordu.
-ooohh Serhat çok güzeeeeell
-uuff konuş Memduh konuş
Yavaşça sikini göt deliğime hizaladı.
-sikeyim mi seni
-ooohh serhat
-hadi söyle sikeyim mi?
-serhat lütfen yavaş
-ooohh devam et konuş
-lütfen yavaş ol canım
-sikeyim mi seni?
Sikini deliğimin üzerine dokundurup çekiyor bana acı çektiriyordu. İyice bastırmaya başladı sikini deliğime
-ıııımmhhhh serhat yavaş ol lütfen
-söyle ha sikeyim mi seni ha söyle
-oooohhh serhat
-hadi söyle
-oohh evet serhat sik beni ooohh hadi sik beni
Sikinin mantarı artık deliğime baskısını arttırmıştı. Serhat sesinibile çıkarmadan ileri soşru ittirdi sikini. Kasılmıştım. Derin bir nefes aldım ve sonra inleyerek nefesi dışarı verdim iyice gevşememi sağladım. Serhat ufak bir hamle yaparak sikinin başını deliğime sokuverdi.
-AAAAyyyyy Serhat çok kalııınn
Serhat belimden iyice kavrayıp kalçasını ileri doğru itti. Sikinin birkısmı daha yavaşça içime doğru giriyordu işte. Azbiraz geri çekildi ve sonra tekrar itekledi. Siki yavaş yavaş süzülerek içime giriyordu. Canım acımıştı ama zevk almak istiyordum. Dudaklarımı parçalarcasına ısırıyordum. Hafifçe geriye çekildi serhat ve sonra birden yüklendi. Taşaklarını popomda hissettim. Siki tamamen içime girmişti.
-AAAAAAHHHHhhhh cok acıdı Serhat……
serhat arkamda yavaşça git gel yapmaya başladı ve
-Eeee Memduh ibne olmak kolay değil…

sonra ne mi oldu ?
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Putting A Sissy in His Place

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Putting A Sissy in His Place“Stand up straight–quit slouching,” Mrs. Campbell snapped, as she carefully adjusted the wide, silky pink sash from behind Ethan.They were facing a full length mirror and he was cringing with shame as he beheld his humiliating, girlish reflection. Mrs. Helen Campbell, his domineering mother-in-law, was fitting him for a new dress that she had just finished, and to his chagrin, it was even shorter than her usual ones. That is to say, it barely came down past his waist and when she tied the big satin sash in the back, it only pulled the frilly hem even higher.He stared down at the glossy pink Mary Janes that were his normal footwear now, and his knee-high schoolgirl socks, which left his baby smooth, hairless thighs completely exposed.But to be sure, the worst and most shameful part of his outfit was the fat, bulky diaper swaddled around his hips and the infantile shiny white nursery print plastic panties surrounding them. Ethan knew from his years of constant bedwetting just how necessary they were, but he bitterly resented having to wear them during the daytime, like an incontinent toddler.Ethan’s hair, which tended to be on the long side, had been combed out into two little girl-style pigtails, with flouncy pink bows that matched his babyish dress.They were standing in his nursery, a room that only four months previously had been a spare room used just for storage. Now, with the help of some contractors that his wife Megan had hired, it had been converted into a full-blown nursery for a baby girl, albeit, a rather large one.Everywhere one looked, it shouted out toddler femininity–from the gauzy pink curtains, to the white and pink walls with their nursery print design of giraffes, diaper pins, and building blocks. A large pink dresser stood in the corner, it’s top lined with dolls and baby toys. Next to it, was a crib with high sided rails and a mobile above it that played c***dish nursery rhymes whenever Ethan was put to bed.A low but sturdy changing table was next to it, and the stacks of thick, fluffy diapers alongside attested to the only underwear the big sissy boy was allowed anymore.Between his mother-in-law and his wife, the two of them had filled the closet with a vast assortment of cute dresses, onesies, and romper suits, all in soft, babyish pastel colors.Hanging from a couple of pegs next to the door were two menacing Spencer paddles, one in solid oak and the other in clear lexan–instruments of punishment Ethan was all too familiar with, and they were used without hesitation to make sure he toed the line. His mother-in-law was particularly strict with him, and when she babysat, she ruled the nursery with an iron hand. Defying her was out of the question, and with either paddle, she could bring Ethan to tears in mere moments. He lived in constant fear of being bent over her lap to receive another humiliating and painful lesson at her hands.Behind him, Mrs. Campbell was taking her time, fussing with the wide satin sash and tying it into a pretty, fancy bow. It was obvious that she had spent a great deal of time and effort in making this dress, what with the lacy accents and little bows in profusion. It looked like something a little girl would wear to Sunday school and it had a built in petticoat underneath that flared out the hem.Ethan squirmed in place and shuffled his feet, wanting this mortifying experience to end as soon as possible.Helen hadn’t liked Ethan from the day they first met, nor had she made any attempt to hide her disdain for him ever since. When she first took in his petite, almost feminine stature, and his soft-spoken nature, Mrs. Campbell was certain he was nothing but a big sissy. But it was when she learned of his chronic bedwetting habit, that her worst suspicions were confirmed.She still remembered the tearful call she had gotten one day from her daughter, in which Megan had let out all her frustrations and dissatisfactions regarding Ethan. It had been the second time that week that she had woken up to wet sheets and she was at her wit’s end.“Sounds to me like he needs diapers,” her mother had quipped caustically.At first, Megan was taken aback by such a radical solution but after encouraging her to make a call to Ethan’s mother, she began getting a much clearer picture of the man she had married. To her horror, she learned that Ethan had been wetting his bed all through his teens and his mother had taken what she thought was a very sensible solution of putting him in diapers every night.In fact, it was not until he had moved out of the house that diapers and plastic panties stopped being a regular part of his nightly routine.That afternoon, Ethan’s mother paid her a visit, bringing over several boxes of his diapers and supplies. Megan was amazed as she unloaded stacks and stacks of thick cloth diapers, plastic panties in every color and style, baby powder, diaper rash cream, safety pins, and a waterproof changing sheet–everything a baby still in diapers would be in need of.That night, Ethan was in for a huge surprise as his gorgeous wife laid out a trio of diapers and yellow translucent plastic panties, telling him it was either that or he could sleep on the floor. Needless to say, Ethan was quick to cave in and for the first night in several years, he slept soundly, knowing he was once again safe and protected.The next morning revealed the wisdom of her plan, for his diapers were soaking wet, as they were to be every following morning thereafter.While this had solved the problem of wet sheets at night, the room soon began to take on the smell of a baby’s nursery; the pungent, sour smell of pee-soaked diapers permeating the air despite the large rubber bin supplied by Ethan’s mom. This was something Megan had no intention of tolerating, and she immediately moved Ethan into the spare room, although not before putting the waterproof mattress cover on the bed he would be sleeping on.Megan’s 27th birthday was later that month, and her mother gave her a wooden paddle as a gift, saying that she was sure she could find a use for it. At the time, Megan had laughed it off, thinking of it as no more than a gag gift, but as time went on, she began to think of it in a more serious light.There had been numerous times when she had walked in on Ethan, only to discover him playing with himself as he looked at pictures of big breasted women on the computer. In the past, this has resulted in some very vocal arguments and a contrite, shame-faced Ethan.But later on at work, as Megan pictured her husband wearing his nightly diapers and babyish plastic panties, the idea of a c***dish punishment seemed all too appropriate for him.Two weeks later, she came in one afternoon to find Ethan masturbating again. Snatching up the paddle, Megan grabbed Ethan by the ear and threw him over her lap, giving him the spanking of a lifetime. Fueled by anger and determination, she paddled him until the tears were streaming down his face and he was bawling like a baby. After that, she put him in his diapers and forced him to wear them the rest of the day as an additional shaming punishment.It was not long after that, that their sex life–such as it was, was severely curtailed by Megan. She had become tired of this pathetic, ineffectual attempts to satisfy her, and between his minuscule penis, and his tendency to prematurely ejaculate, the amount of orgasms she had experienced with him was exactly zero. While this had become a source of irritation and frustration for her, Megan was hardly the type of person to take it lying down.After spending several hours online doing some research, she soon found what she was looking for. A company called Sissies-R-Us sold a variety of male chastity devices and she carefully selected the one that had the highest rating for security.If her bedwetting husband couldn’t satisfy her–she was going to make damn sure that he went high and dry as well.When the device arrived two days later via FedEx, Megan excitedly opened the package and spent some time getting a thorough understanding of how it worked. That evening, as she was preparing Ethan for bedtime, she took out the device and began installing it on his prepubescent-sized genitals, explaining that his inability to satisfy her meant that enforced chastity was going to be a part of his life from now on.Ethan had been weak-willed all his life, and he was not unaccustomed to being bullied around by those around him. Nevertheless, this was a line in the sand he felt compelled to draw. There was simply no way that he could imagine a life without having orgasms at his whim, and this alarming device spelled an abrupt end to all that.He argued loudly and vehemently but soon found himself in the familiar position over Megan’s firm lap, getting a blistering spanking with her paddle.He was still crying uncontrollably as she secured the device around him and snapped the lock shut.“Your first period of lock up will be three months,” she explained flatly to the whimpering sissy, “that will break up your cycle of masturbating and get you used to a life without erections or orgasms.”Her words brought on a fresh torrent of tears from Ethan who had begun pulling and tugging at the device, desperately hoping to extract his tiny little penis from it.“And now,” she told him firmly as she looked him square in the eye, “it’s time for your diapers and plastic panties, you big sissy,”That had been the turning point for the couple, and the balance of power had shifted irrevocably and forever into the hands of Megan. In the subsequent days, she became bossy and more authoritative with him, dictating how everything in his life would be, from how much computer time he could have, to when his bedtime would be. Arguments were quickly resolved with Ethan being bent over Megan’s lap for a well deserved spanking. In fact, the paddle had become so useful, that Megan soon added another one made of lexan to her collection.One day, Ethan was foolish enough to be disrespectful towards his mother-in-law, who was visiting for the day. He soon found himself across her knee, his pants around his ankles as she used the new lexan paddle to teach him a painful and humiliating lesson in manners. It was a sorry, sobbing, pantywaist that made his apologies to Helen as he tearfully rubbed his blazing bottom.As humiliating as this was, it was even worse when her friends were around and Megan made no effort to hide their unequal relationship. She frequently dressed him down in front of them, ordering him around like a servant, and showing everyone who it was that wore the pants in the house.Ethan had always had a submissive streak through him and he seemed completely unable to stand up to his controlling wife. What little respect her friends had had for him, quickly vanished.Nor was his bedwetting kept a secret, and soon all of Megan’s friends knew about his humiliating nightwear of diapers and plastic panties. Frequently, she would lead him back out of his room after being changed, to be paraded before her guests like a toddler fresh out of his nursery.To be sure, they felt absolutely no sympathy for the weak pansy.Often, if he hadn’t been changed yet, they would tease him beforehand, asking him, ‘where are your diapers, sissy?’ or, ‘looks like someone isn’t wearing his protection yet’. The snide comments were always accompanied by giggles and smirks from her brazen, mocking friends.The endless humiliations were difficult for Ethan to bear, but perhaps even worse, was his inability to satiate the gnawing sexual desires he felt. He had been a chronic masturbator all his life and having that taken away had left him constantly horny now and desperate for satisfaction. The first two weeks of his chastity were maddening for him, but it only got worse as time went on. Being married to a woman as sexy as Megan meant he was constantly being aroused by her presence; every time he saw a flash of her big, pillowy breasts or her long silky legs, he was beside himself with desire.He had tried everything he could to extricate his little member but the device had proved to be infallible.Bed times were another source of frustration for him, as he used to take advantage of his soft, fluffy diapers every night to play with himself. He recalled with longing, splashing his little load into the waiting folds of the absorbent Birdseye cloth and then drifting off to blissful sleep. And since they were always completely soaked by morning, there was never any chance that Megan was going to catch him.But now–all that was impossible.His diapers seemed to mock him, teasing him with their multiple cushiony layers while he rubbed himself furiously to no avail.Often, he would have dreams of Megan, sauntering around the house in her sexy lingerie and heels and he would wake up in a state of frenzy, beads of sweat upon his forehead. He would reach down into his diapers, and for the millionth time, yank and tug at his chastity device in futility.He had tried making promises to Megan, that he would redouble his efforts to please her, but she merely laughed at him and told him to get used to it. She wore the key to his chastity device on a delicate necklace around her neck, deliberately teasing him with it. Every time Ethan gazed at his wife’s deep cleavage, he was forced to look at the key that could free him from his implacable penis prison.And all this time, it was Megan’s mother-in-law who kept pushing her to take the next major step with her sissified hubby.“Megan, there’s absolutely no reason why a woman of your looks should have to live a sexless life,” she had explained, “Go out and find yourself a real man–start dating again. With your body, it would be like shooting fish in a barrel.”Megan had listened in silence every time she and her mother had this conversation.“How about your doctor–isn’t his name Frank? He’s incredibly handsome and so tall–he would be a perfect match for you. You know you could have him in an instant if you just sent him the right message.”Megan nodded her head slowly, considering her mom’s words while in her heart she knew the older woman was correct. And how she had longed for the embrace of a big strong man, one that could sweep her off her feet and fulfill all of her considerable sexual needs.When she thought of her regular doctor, it always sent a flutter of excitement through her being. He was gorgeous, and the idea of getting him in her bed made her wet with desire. She had never felt that kind of attraction for anyone.Her marriage to her diaper-wetting husband had been so unsatisfying and here was finally the chance to make things right.It didn’t take long to achieve. Flashing her pretty auburn eyes and dropping several seductive hints, it only took a routine visit before the masculine doctor asked her out on a date.Megan was a beautiful woman by any standard but that night, she took special care to make herself look as ravishing as possible. Wearing a plunging, low-cut cocktail dress that showed off her generous bosom and long, shapely legs, she chose a strappy pair of tall high heels to complete the outfit. She styled her long, luxuriant chestnut hair in an elegant style, with pretty tendrils hanging down to frame her high cheekbones.Before she left, she pinned Ethan into his nighttime diapers and sent him to bed early with strict instructions that he was not to get up or there would be serious trouble. He was fussy and he peppered her with anxious questions about where she was going but she remained coy, telling him only that she was meeting with a friend. Seething with jealousy, Ethan pouted petulantly but put up little else in the way of resistance–he didn’t want to be sent to bed with a sore bottom.Closing his bedroom door behind her, she placed a small piece of clear tape on the door so she would know if it had been opened during the night. If that tape wasn’t still in place the following morning, Ethan could count on taking a trip over her lap for a long, painful session with the paddle.Megan’s date with Frank, as expected, went fabulously, and she followed it up with others, until she started spending the night at his house. Frank was a complete gentleman and the polar opposite of Ethan as a lover. To her surprise and delight, his cock was everything she could hope for–8 inches of thick, heavenly glory. He showed Megan how fantastic sex could be and she would always leave his place completely exhausted but satisfied.She knew it was inevitable that she would have to tell Ethan of her romantic liaisons, and she debated how best to do it until one day she got an idea. Once again, the Internet proved invaluable, and as soon as she found what she was looking for, she placed an overnight order for a particular item.When it arrived, Megan led Ethan into his room and told him to undress. At the same time, she removed her blouse and slacks to reveal a sexy push-up bra and satin panties. Putting her high heels back on, she told Ethan to bend over his bed, which by now, had begun to smell strongly of stale pee. As he assumed the position, wondering what his exciting wife had in mind, his nostrils were assailed once again with the shameful smell of his c***dish incontinence.While his back was turned to her, Megan slipped into the sturdy harness of the large strap-on dildo she had ordered, cinching up the straps around her shapely hips to make it secure. She had purposely bought one who’s length and girth matched Frank’s impressive cock.When Ethan looked over his shoulder to see what his wife was doing, he gulped hard.“Wha-what are you d-doing?” he quaked nervously.“Don’t worry baby,” she told him, “I’ll be gentle with you.”Taking a dollop of Vaseline, she eased her finger into his back passage, working it around until she could fit two more fingers in. Then she dipped the blunt head of the dildo into the lubricant and pressed it against his puckering hole.“No-no-no,” he whimpered as he tried to squirm away.Megan slapped his ass hard and threatened to use the paddle if he didn’t quit struggling. That threat was sufficient to make him settle down as she firmly began applying pressure to his back hole. Whining like a little girl, Ethan fidgeted nervously but he squealed loudly when Megan finally pushed the fat head of the dildo past his defeated sphincter.However, true to her word, she allowed him to get accustomed to the tremendous girth of the phallus before pushing it further in. Ethan moaned helplessly as he gripped the sheets of his bed, struggling to contend with the big, fat, rubbery invader stretching his virgin hole to the limit.In and out, Megan began slowing pumping her chaste, sissy husband. He was gasping and whimpering, his eyes half shut as Megan initiated a tortuously slow rhythm with the leviathan dildo. To be sure, he felt emasculated and filled to capacity by the monster inside of him–he had never experienced anything like it in his entire life!Conversely, the huge shaft reminded Megan of Frank’s enormous cock, slipping in and out of her own juicy hole. The thought aroused her tremendously and she began plunging the dildo in with greater enthusiasm.“You feel this cock, Ethan? This is what every woman needs,” she told her helpless hubby, “this is the kind of cock that I need, and you are totally unable to give it to me.”As he moaned and squealed like a little girl, Ethan knew just how right she was.Her excitement level was increasing and her breathing was becoming more rapid. The thought of finally telling Ethan about her wonderful lover was really turning her on.“That’s why I’ve decided to get it from someone else.”Ethan’s eyes opened wide as he listened to what she was saying. He felt like his wife had just poured a bucket of ice water over his head.“I’ve been dating my doctor, Frank…” she paused for effect, “and for the first time since I met you–I’ve finally been satisfied. He has a big, thick cock like this, and he’s reached places you never have.”She emphasized her remark by plunging the massive rubbery phallus all the way in until it bottomed out, making Ethan squeal helplessly. His legs kicked and he tugged desperately against the sheets but with Megan’s 120 pound frame against him, it was impossible to escape.“He has such a fabulous, huge cock, and he definitely knows how to use it,” she growled as she ground the dildo hard against Ethan.“He’s not a bedwetting sissy who wears diapers like a toddler,” she added, gripping his narrow hips firmly with her long-nailed hands. He was forced to endure the full length of her shaft, stretching his aching hole with the mighty cock.With that, she began a much more aggressive rhythm, pumping Ethan forcefully with the strap-on and bucking him physically against the bed. He slapped the mattress and groaned but he could do nothing to prevent her mercilessly pounding his ass.Meanwhile, Ethan’s prostate was being vigorously massaged with the big, slippery shaft and even while he struggled to contend with his wife’s shocking announcement, a number of complex feelings were surfacing that were somehow feeding into his arousal. The physical stimulation was hard to ignore and for some reason, the submissive streak inside of him was starting to combine in an unexpected way.By now, Ethan was two months into his three month chastity sentence, and every day had been an agony of horniness and sexual deprivation for him. The fact was, he was desperate beyond belief all the time now, and totally unable to satisfy his need. Now, as he looked up at the full length mirror in front of him, he could see the look of firm determination on his gorgeous wife’s face. She had never looked so strong, confident, and beautiful. As she pumped him ever harder, he felt to his shock, the beginnings of an orgasm bubbling up and he moaned again helplessly like a little girl.Megan partially pulled out her monstrous dildo, only to forcefully ram it back in even harder.With that, Ethan shrieked out, as he came explosively in his chastity device. He gasped and gulped as he groaned in humiliated orgasm, realizing his own lack of self control had shamefully betrayed him yet again.Megan collapsed on top of him, burying the dildo to the hilt inside Ethan who was still panting for air.As he slowly began recovering from his eye crossing climax, Megan eased out the dildo, quickly replacing it with a soft, but fat buttplug. It was specially designed to fill him up totally, yet its narrow neck made it impossible to expel.“Okay,” she said with a smug grin, clapping her hands together for emphasis, “It’s diaper time!”Deep down, Ethan knew he was utterly incapable of satisfying his wife. For that matter, as a woman, she was clearly out of his league anyway. He had always wondered how he had been so lucky to get her as a wife and now he was realizing the false economy of that relationship. She was beautiful and sexy and still young enough to turn heads everywhere she went–it was absurd that she should do without sex indefinitely.Nevertheless, as she powdered and pinned him into his thick, bunny soft diapers, he felt ashamed and humiliated at his inadequacy, to say nothing of the emotional turmoil that had left his head spinning. As she pulled his pink plastic panties up his slim, hairless thighs, it only made him feel more pathetic and c***dish.From that day on, Megan no longer made any attempt to disguise her dates with Frank. Ethan knew without being told what was happening as he watched his wife carefully putting on her makeup and doing her hair, preparing for a long evening of sex and multiple orgasms with her hunky man. His chastity device guaranteed that he would never be a part of that again. He wanted to put his foot down, and tell her that she was his wife and not someone else’s but the paddle was never far away. More often than not, when she told him to pull his pants down and get across her lap, he simply didn’t have the backbone to stand up to her.Nevertheless, there had been several evenings before a date when she had been required to re-assert her authority, spanking him to tears before pinning him into his diapers for an early bedtime.That had been three months ago, and perhaps the strangest thing of all, was the subtle change that had evolved in Megan’s attitude towards Ethan. As he gradually began to accept his subservient role, becoming less of an obstacle and an impediment to her sexual pleasure, she began looking at him again with warmth and affection. This was all welcome from Ethan’s perspective, who had thought he had lost his wife irrevocably.And then, once again, his mother-in-law interceded in their lives, encouraging Megan to make yet further changes. One night, after Megan had put Ethan to bed, the two of them were sipping wine in the living room.“Do I understand correctly that he hasn’t had a dry night in months?” Helen asked her daughter.Megan nodded her head with resignation. “He’s no different than a two year-old infant. He wets his diapers every night without fail.”“I think it’s time you started treating him like the big baby he acts like,” her mother replied.Megan sat up straight and faced her mother.“What do you mean?”“If he’s going to act like a baby, you should start dressing him like one. Let’s get him some outfits for the big toddler he really is. You should dress him in rompers, diaper shirts, onesies, and hey–why not little girl dresses?”Megan giggled to herself.“And now that you’ve got a real man in your life, it’s time to convert his room into a proper nursery fit for a big baby.”Megan was clearly intrigued by the idea and her mind raced as she considered the possibilities. She could easily picture her weak, simpering sissy of a husband, toddling about in a nursery complete with a crib and a playpen. And he could be contained, controlled, and restricted in the same way a real baby had to live. It was the perfect solution.In addition, there was a part of Megan that actually liked the idea of caring for a baby, albeit an adult one. Due to medical reasons, Megan knew she would have difficulty trying to conceive and it occurred to her that this might, in some small part, satisfy her maternal instincts.“I love it!” she said at last, her voice filled with enthusiasm, “A bedwetter like Ethan needs a crib to sleep in, so that will be the very first thing I get for him.”“I can easily make outfits for him on my sewing machine that will fit, but I also think they should be made purposely to humiliate him,” her mother added, “I’ll make them in a prissy, feminine style to emphasize what a big sissy he is.”“Ha ha!” Megan laughed, “Mother! You’re outrageous!”Together, they conspired and planned, mapping out the future of her diapered husband who was contentedly sleeping just down the hall.The next day, Megan placed a call to a contractor with instructions to make a crib, playpen, and a stout changing table, large enough to accommodate an adult, albeit, a yalova escort bayan petite one. Over the course of the next three weeks, these items were gradually added to Ethan’s evolving room. He watched with concern and consternation as the room began to take on a distinctly infantile character, with nursery print wallpaper going up and a pink dresser installed. Over time, it accumulated a large collection of rompers, diaper shirts, and a large assortment of panties, all cut generously to accommodate his ever present, big, thirsty diapers.One day, Megan and her mother came into his nursery with a pair of scissors. With great ceremony, they cut up his remaining pairs of underwear and threw them in the garbage, putting a final and permanent end to his adulthood.Helen finally finished tying the bow in the back of Ethan’s baby dress and she stood behind him, looking critically at the finished product. Making a few adjustments to the frilly hem and the short, puffy shoulder sleeves, she smiled down on the diapered sissy.“I think it’s adorable,” she exclaimed proudly, a big smile appearing on her face.Just then, Megan stepped into the room, looking stunning in an expensive, dangerously low cut evening dress. Her big, beautiful breasts were practically spilling out of the top and in her high heels, Ethan was forced to look up into her pretty face. As usual, the act made him feel weak and inferior to his fabulous wife, particularly so, since by comparison, he was wearing a frilly short dress and his fat, embarrassing diapers. The vast difference only reinforced his c***dish status to her.“Well–you look spectacular!” her mother gushed in admiration, “Frank is going to love that dress.”“I think so too,” she replied giddily, “I just got this bra in today–look at how much support it gives me.”Peeling away the spaghetti straps, she modeled in front of them, beaming her gorgeous, infectious smile.Ethan gaped at the blatant sexual display before him, his tiny little penis quickly stiffening within his tube. He gulped hard, and his mouth went dry as his breathing quickened.“And how is my little diapered sissy boy this evening?” she asked cheerfully.Ethan swallowed hard again as he stared first at the two massive globes within her lacy push-up bra, then to the key to his chastity device dangling between them, and finally up at his wife’s ravishing face. Her eyes glittered with excitement and it was painfully obvious she couldn’t wait to see her boyfriend for tonight’s date. Ethan had never seen her so enthusiastic and he was consumed with equal parts jealousy and desire–right now, he wanted Megan more than anything. His tight chastity tube was feeling horribly restrictive and he craved release like never before.“I’ve just finished this cute little ensemble for him,” her mother explained, “What do you think?”“I think it’s absolutely darling,” Megan said appreciatively, “my baby has a pretty dress of her own to wear tonight.”She gave him a playful wink and reached down to pat him on his thickly diapered bottom.Ethan’s heart was beating wildly as he gazed lustfully at his sexy, unattainable wife. His impotent penis was throbbing painfully, fighting in futility against the restraining tube it was imprisoned in as he took in her flawless body.Seeing the focus of his attentions, Helen slapped his diapered bottom harshly and pushed his pink rubber pacifier into his gaping mouth.“Silly sissy–that’s not for you. She’s going out on a date with a real man, not a bedwetting pansy that wears diapers and dresses.“Look at you,” she scolded him, her voice taking on a cutting edge.With her hand, she forced his head to turn and look back at his humiliating reflection in the mirror. It had the effect of destroying what little confidence he had remaining. There he was, wearing a dainty baby dress with lace and ribbons galore, a Peter Pan collar and puffy sleeves, thick diapers and waterproof panties, his sissy knee socks and glossy pink Mary Janes.“You’re not a real man–you’re a sissy!” his mother-in-law added, giving his fat bottom another condescending slap.Her firm hand landed with a dull thud.Ethan hung his head in shame, as he often did when Helen berated him but Megan was smiling with satisfaction. She loved how strict and controlling her mother was with Ethan–the perfect babysitter for the diapered sissy.“If you’re a good boy for grandma, maybe I’ll give you a session with the strap-on tomorrow,” Megan promised with a flirtatious wink.Under the circumstances, that was as much as Ethan could hope for anymore, but although his opportunities for an orgasm were few and far between these days, being pumped with a big dildo while still locked in his chastity cage seemed like small consolation. This seemed all the more so as his eyes wandered over the breathtaking form of his smoldering wife–the same wife that would soon be wrapping her legs around another man’s waist as he thrust his cock into her eager, wet pussy.“Come on, Sissy, it’s your dinnertime,” Helen said, interrupting his daydreaming as she took hold of his wrist and led the dispirited pantywaist out of the nursery.Taking him into the dining room, she helped him into the oversize highchair and secured the strap around his waist, locking the buckle that was purposely behind him and out of his reach. Then she slid the large plastic tray in front where it clicked shut against the sides, further imprisoning him. If that were not enough, two strong velcro straps were soon wrapped around his wrists, completely immobilizing his hands and arms.Thus fully secured, his mother-in-law busied herself in the kitchen, preparing his dinner.There was little Ethan could do, other than to swing his Mary Janes and look around the room bored.Before long, Megan came out and grabbed her keys, striding over to look at her babified hubby, now trapped in his highchair. Helen had tied a large plastic bib around his neck and the playful character of Barney adorned the front.“Where are you going for dinner tonight, Megan?” her mother asked solicitously.“Frank’s taking me to this really expensive place uptown–I hear it’s really something,” she replied excitedly, “But to tell you the truth–I can’t wait for dinner to be over so we can head back to his place and I can have fantastic sex with him again.”“Megan!” her mother chided her with mock anger.Her daughter giggled and bent down to kiss Ethan on the cheek who was pouting in silence.“Don’t worry baby, that’s nothing you need to concern yourself with anymore. You just try to keep your diapers dry.”To think that that one c***dish task was the only responsibility he had anymore!Feeling extremely frustrated, Ethan’s lower lip puffed out as he sulked and his gaze once more dropped down to the long line of tantalizing cleavage disappearing into Megan’s elegant evening dress. To be sure, all he had to look forward to was a messy dinner of baby food, followed by an early bedtime in his crib.“And looks like grandma has prepared a yummy dinner for you tonight of Chef Boyardee,” she enthused as she shared her mother’s grin.Bringing over a bowl of the steaming canned pasta, Helen set it down on the pink tray in front of Ethan.“Well, be a good boy for grandma tonight, sissy,” Megan instructed him again before sauntering out the door, her sexy high heels clicking loudly on the parquet floor.Ethan sighed heavily, his disappointment plain on his face.“Din-din time!” his mother-in-law announced, bringing his attention back to the present situation.She scooped up a big spoonful of food and quickly shoveled it into his mouth.“I’m so glad Megan has finally found a real man that can satisfy her–aren’t you?” she asked in a tone of voice deliberately intended to goad him.Ethan could hardly respond as his mouth was full of Chef Boyardee noodles but he shook his head in disagreement.“You should know that it was me that encouraged her to cuckold you–in fact, I’m the one who told her to start flirting with Frank,” she told him, twisting the knife even further in the wound, “He’s so much more of a man than you’ll ever be. And now he’s satisfying Megan every chance he gets.”Although his mother-in-law was 15 years his senior, the years had done little to detract from her obvious beauty. And while she was no longer as slim as Megan, one could certainly see where her daughter got her impressive bosom. Helen had known from early on that Ethan had a weakness for big breasts and she purposely made a point of wearing snug, low cut tops to tease him with. Today was no different, and she was wearing a plunging, scoop neck, fitted top, that clung temptingly to her full bosom, an effect that was not lost on Ethan.Unlike many older women, Helen had chosen to keep her hair long, and while it had a few grey streaks in it now, it still looked lustrous and full. Today, however, it was tied behind in a look of stern severity.She still resented Ethan for trapping her daughter in marriage and as a consequence, she took every opportunity to punish and humiliate the chaste sissy, every chance she got.Ethan swallowed the food in his mouth and glared back at his mother-in-law, the anger rising in him. He was tired of being pushed around by her and he couldn’t stand her constant, condescending and demeaning attitude.Taking another heaping spoonful of noodles, Helen shoved it into his mouth before he could utter a reply.“AWGFF!” he squealed, twisting his face away. Some of the messy noodles didn’t make it and they spilled down his chin to plop onto his baby bib.Ignoring the mess on his face, his mother-in-law continued taunting him.“Did you see that sexy outfit she was wearing? Wow! What man could resist that?“By the way–she told me the other day that she stopped taking her birth control. And I know Frank doesn’t wear a condom either when he makes love to her.”Ethan’s temper finally snapped. He spit out the food in his mouth and flailed his arms furiously with all his might. Unfortunately, the velcro straps were made for just such a display of infantile fury and it achieved him nothing.At the same time, his rage manifested itself in another, completely unexpected way, and the floodgates of his bladder suddenly opened up, inundating his diapers with a strong surge of hot, insistent pee.“You’re a bitch!” he shrieked, “I hate you!”His glossy pink Mary Janes kicked impotently beneath him.Helen set down the spoon with calm deliberation as she looked down at her captive, diapered sissy struggling against his bonds a mere foot away.“All done? Because you’ve just earned yourself a nice, hard spanking,” she informed him matter-of-factly.Ethan twisted and tried to escape, thrashing against the straps around his wrists with all his strength as he continued kicking but it got him nowhere.Turning on her heel, his mother-in-law strode down the hall towards his nursery where the paddles were kept.Knowing exactly what was coming, Ethan redoubled his efforts, wriggling and fighting against his bonds but it was no use. By the time Helen returned, he was resigned to his punishment and his head sagged in defeat.He grew nervous now as he watched her reverse the routine by which she’d originally put him into his highchair. First, she undid the velcro straps and removed the tray table before going behind him to undo the lap buckle.He always found her calm, cool demeanor the scariest of all her moods–instead of yelling at him, she kept her emotions in check and barely raised her voice. Ethan knew from experience he was really in trouble.“I-I’m sorry,” he apologized contritely, “I didn’t mean what I said.”“Ethan, that little tantrum just earned you a trip over my knee and an early bedtime,” she told him firmly as she led him over to an armless chair in the kitchen.The effeminate sissy whimpered and whined, pleading with her in a desperate, but futile attempt to dissuade her.“Please–I really didn’t mean what I said,” he blabbered, “I think it’s good that Mommy has a man that can satisfy her.”At this point, he was willing to say anything to avoid the painful spanking he knew with absolute certainty was only moments away. His mother-in-law had gotten the lexan paddle and he knew it produced much more of a sting than the wooden version.“That’s good, because you’ll have the opportunity to tell her yourself,” she replied cryptically as she took a seat and set the paddle down next to her.Ethan stamped his feet in frustration. It was all so unfair!!Reaching her fingers inside the elastic waistband of his plastic panties, Helen tugged them down past his trembling knees, only to discover the pee-soaked cloth in the front of his diapers.“Ethan–did you wet your diapers?!?” she demanded angrily.With all his stress and anxiety, Ethan had been totally unaware of having wet himself but now that it had been called to his attention, he looked down with shock and shame, realizing he had indeed peed his diapers without even knowing it.His face blushed a bright red and he looked away as he bit his lip in angst. This was a totally new loss of control for him and as bad as his nightly bedwetting was, this was a much worse development.“I asked you a question, sissy boy,” Helen snapped at him.Turning to face her dark features, his cheeks burned with humiliation as he slowly nodded his head.“What is the matter with you?” she rebuked him, “You really are a big baby, aren’t you?”His eyes brimmed with tears as he struggled to think of something to say.“You never cease to amaze me. Just when I think you can’t get any more pathetic–you go and prove me wrong.“Wetting your pampers during your dinner like a little toddler–you should be ashamed of yourself!”She scolded him like a naughty little boy.With that, she yanked him over her firm lap and swiftly unpinned his soggy diapers. Ethan let out a sob of despair and he bunched his fists as he suddenly felt the cold air upon his soft, bare bottom. Waves of fear and panic made him shiver as she carefully set his diaper pins aside–he knew just how hard his mother-in-law spanked and he fought back the tears filling his eyes.Picking up the light but very strong paddle, Helen swung it upwards and brought it down as hard as possible across both his exposed sissy cheeks. The sting was shockingly, painfully intense and it took Ethan’s breath away. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened as he gasped for air, unable even to cry out. However, by the second blistering swat, Ethan found his voice.He bellowed out at the top of his lungs, kicking wildly as the third and fourth swat landed in quick, scalding succession. Desperate, frantic tears spilled down his face now, as he pounded the floor with the palms of his hands. His soft, curvy cheeks danced merrily under the hard, angry swats of the Spencer paddle while his mother-in-law continued her punishing assault.Distinctively different from the wooden one, the lexan paddle seared his tender flesh cruelly, producing bright red patterns across his defenseless bottom. The sting was unlike anything he had ever experienced and he sobbed bitter tears of pain and indignation.For Helen, who deeply resented her pansy son-in-law, she saw this as nothing more than what he deserved for his many inadequacies, although his tantrum during dinnertime had provided a welcome excuse to put him over her lap. Now he was getting a humiliating and c***dish punishment, fit for a bedwetting pantywaist in diapers.Suddenly, she stopped the spanking, and laid the paddle upon his burning, inflamed bottom. Ethan lay sobbing in his vulnerable position, his bright red bottom fully exposed and his plastic panties tangled around his ankles.Taking out her cell phone, Helen quickly dialed her daughter’s number and let it ring.“Hey mom–what’s up?” Megan answered brightly.“I’m putting you on speakerphone,” she told her daughter, “Ethan threw a temper tantrum during dinnertime and he earned himself a trip over my lap.“Say hi to mommy, Ethan.”She held the phone lower and the spanked sissy could barely utter a word that was intelligible, such was the intensity of his sobbing.“Now Ethan, I thought I told you to be a good boy for grandma tonight,” Megan said with mock gravity.Before he could reply, the paddle swooped up and came smashing down again across both his singed cheeks, making him howl out in agony.“WAH-HAH-HAH!!!”“Tell her what else you did during dinnertime, you little bedwetter,” his mother-in-law snarled.Trying to reign in his crying, Ethan sobbed and swallowed hard.“I-I-I w-wet my diapers, Mommy!” he wailed piteously.He felt utterly ashamed at his announcement.“Wait–What??” Megan asked incredulously.“That’s right, the little sissy wet his diapers without even knowing it during dinnertime,” Helen said for him, “Looks like he can’t even control his wetting during the day now.”Ethan’s wet cheeks burned with humiliation.There was a pause and they heard Megan giggling in the background.“Okay,” she said, “you guys are on speakerphone too, now.“Tell me what you just said, Ethan,” Megan giggled again.Ethan wasn’t sure what was going on and he hesitated, suspecting she was trapping him in some way.The paddle came down and left another stinging, angry rectangular pattern across his soft bottom, causing him to shriek loudly and kick frantically.“Answer her,” Helen prompted him.“I-I wet my d-diapers during dinnertime,” he wailed tearfully.This time he heard two voices laughing, one female and the other, male.“Ethan, meet Frank, my boyfriend and lover,” she said with a proud but smug tone.Ethan’s face flushed as he realized his humiliating punishment was being witnessed by his wife’s bedmate. Not only that, he had just admitted one of the most shameful things he had ever done to both of them. His cheeks and chest, already a bright red, only blushed a deeper crimson.“Hey, sissy boy,” a baritone, manly voice said.Ethan sobbed deeply with shame–this was the most mortifying experience of his entire life!“He has five more swats to go–would you two like to listen?” Helen asked them.“Absolutely!” Megan replied as her boyfriend laughed deeply again in the background.Five more times, the paddle slapped the sissy’s bright red bottom harshly, producing more tears and sobbing along with his helpless kicking.He was crying uncontrollably when his mother-in-law finally lifted him up.“Well, I have to go now. I need to change his wet diapers and then I’m putting him down in his crib for an early bedtime,” Helen explained.Megan giggled and said her goodbyes, ending the call.As Ethan stood on wobbly feet, bawling his eyes out, Helen looked her sissy son-in-law up and down with disdain.“You’re nothing but a big baby,” she said, shaking her head, “It’s diaper time for you, followed by beddie-bye time.”Stopping in the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of warmed milk, she led the sniveling pantywaist back to his nursery. Once there, she sat him down on his changing table, gave him his bottle, and then reached into her purse for something.“I think it’s time we upgraded your chastity device, sissy boy,” she said as she brought forth a small pink cage-like device made of steel.Ethan wiped his arm across his wet face and stared anxiously at the diminutive object, certain the change wouldn’t bode well for him.“This one is different because it has a small, flexible shaft down the center that goes up inside your pee hole. It’s even more secure than the one you’re wearing which is just what a little masturbator like you needs.”Reaching in her purse for a spare key, she bent down and unlocked Ethan’s chastity device, removing the pieces and cleaning his tiny, shriveled penis with a baby wipe. Despite himself, he started getting hard as he began gazing at his mother-in-law’s full cups, stretching her top in an arousing display before the deprived sissy. Even though he bitterly resented her pushing him around all the time, he couldn’t help but be turned on by her big, sexy breasts.As soon as she noticed his little nub growing, she stopped what she was doing and shook her head.“That is absolutely pathetic! Just look at this silly little thing,” she said, pinching his short, thin shaft between her fingers, “You look more like a four year-old than a man down there. But then, I guess it kind of suits your prissy personality.“Did you know that Megan never had even one orgasm with you?”His mother-in-law never passed up an opportunity to make him feel inadequate.She shook her head in disgust as his under-sized penis wilted under her belittling comments.“Nope. This little thing needs to be kept locked up and deprived of erections,” she said as she began fitting the snug cuff ring of the new pink device behind his sack.“See this inner shaft?” she said as she offered him a view down the inside of the chastity tube, “Every time you try to get hard in the tube, it will become increasingly painful until you go soft again. It was especially designed for sissies like you who don’t deserve sexual pleasure. Now, no matter how hard your mommy pounds you with her strap-on, you still won’t be able to cum. I wanted to make absolutely sure you wouldn’t be capable of having another orgasm again.”Ethan choked back a sob of anguish. To think even that last avenue of pleasure was to be taken away, however small and infrequent it was.Placing some lube on the tiny stainless ball tip of the shaft, she positioned it before his quivering penis.“Okay baby, this will go inside you easier if you are just a little bit erect. Can you help momma to make sure you won’t be able to have any more orgasms? Go ahead sissy boy, stare at my breasts and fantasize about them while I insert this into you.”Ethan could have and should have resisted something that clearly wasn’t in his best interests but he was so weak-willed and submissive, he willingly did as he was told, staring hungrily at her big bosom in the stretchy top. Besides, with her warm hand around his little penis, he was completely helpless to his desires. Softly squeezing his shaft, it started to grow again and she rewarded it by carefully working the ball tip into his urethra and down inside him.“There…that’s a good boy…just what a little sissy needs,” she commended him.“Oh!” Ethan squealed, unaccustomed to the strange feeling as the cool steel slipped into him.“Say hello to your new best friend,” his stern mother-in-law said with satisfaction as she watched the stainless shaft slowly disappear into his penis. At the same time, the head of his wiener gradually grew closer to the end of the short chastity tube until it couldn’t go any further. Mating the pins on the cuff ring with the matching holes in the tube, Helen closed the device, trapping his penis within and compressing it even further. Now the poor sissy’s pee-wee was trapped tighter than ever!Slipping a small titanium lock through the front, she clicked it shut with a crisp and audible snap.“There,” she said again, “that’s much better. See how it’s even shorter than your old one? It looks like a little pink thimble on you.”She giggled with amusement.Ethan gazed down in dismay at his diminutive caged penis, still trying to get used to the strange feeling of having something inserted into his shaft.“Wha-what about when I hafta go pee?” he asked anxiously.“Oh, don’t worry about that–you’ll wet your diapers just like you always do–in fact, you may find its a little harder to hold back now. Although after seeing you wet yourself today during dinner, I think you’ve already gone past that stage.”Ethan didn’t like this development at all but all he could do was to bunch his fists in frustration as she firmly grasped his ankles and swung them over his head, slathering his bright red bottom with Desitin. He whimpered weakly and nursed from the warm milk in his bottle as she laid his legs back down and powdered him thoroughly with the Johnson’s.“That’s mommy’s little bedwetter,” she praised him as she pinned his fat cotton diapers snugly around his hips, “How does it feel to know that while you’re being put into your diapers and sent to bed in your crib, another man is having wild, passionate sex with your wife, hm?”Ethan blushed with shame and sucked feverishly on his baby bottle. He always tried hard not to think about what Megan was actually doing when she was gone but his mother-in-law insisted on reminding him of it all the time. But now, with his little penis compressed in this cruel new chastity device, he felt even more powerless and inadequate.“It must make you sad,” she said unsympathetically as she shook out some yellow translucent baby panties, “But then–this is really where you belong; pinned into some nice, thick diapers and plastic panties like a baby so you can sleep uninterrupted in your crib. You must be very happy that you don’t wake up in a pool of pee anymore.”Much as Ethan hated it when his mother-in-law derided him like this, he had to admit she was right, even though it crushed him to accept it. And though he could barely admit it even to himself, a small, secret part of himself drew comfort from being safely swaddled in the bunny soft, bulky diapers every night. He no longer gave his nightly bedwetting a second thought.Ethan winced as she worked the plastic panties around the bulky Birdseye cloth–his bottom still stung terribly from the after effects of the lexan paddle and the snug elastic leg bands cut into his throbbing, punished cheeks. Not only that, he was certain the lingering pain was going to force him to sleep on his stomach in the crib tonight.Powdering between his thighs, Helen put away his diapering supplies and went over to his dresser to retrieve a night top for him. Quickly selecting a lemon yellow fleece one, she brought it over and after removing his fancy dress, dropped the baby soft top over his outstretched arms. This one had a cute motif of a teddy bear in diapers across the chest and some script she had personally sewn on it saying ‘Diapers–a bedwetter’s best friend“.“This is certainly true, isn’t it, Ethan?” she said as she showed him the front briefly.He had been so humiliated when she had first presented it to him months ago, so she had begun making a habit of putting similar phrases on the rest of his jammies.“Beddie-bye-time!” she announced unnecessarily as she helped him into his crib, pulled his fuzzy pink blankets up and starting the mobile above his head. A nursery rhyme began to play softly as she put his pacifier in, raised the side rail of his crib and clicked it closed.Ethan clutched his favorite teddy bear in his arms and tried to ignore the painful stinging of his cheeks within his diapers. It didn’t help that his snug plastic panties trapped the scorching heat inside, making his humiliating punishment impossible to ignore.Walking out the door, his mother-in-law turned off the light switch and tuned to face him.“Nightey-nite, baby Ethan,” she said pleasantly before closing the door behind her.**********************************************************Ethan was fast escort yalova asleep in his crib, blissfully dreaming of Megan again…he was watching her on her big bed as she masturbated with her fingers and moaning in glorious ecstasy. His excitement level was rising steadily, like a kettle on a stove, and his eyes roamed over her beautiful, sexy body, drinking in her luscious curves. But just as he was really starting to enjoy the show, at the same time, he began feeling a corresponding pain growing with his penis.Drifting into uncertain wakefulness, Ethan began to gradually become aware of his surroundings. For one, the moaning he had been listening to was not in his dream, but rather coming from his wife’s room next door. The pain he had felt was also real, and it emanated from the cruel new chastity device his mother-in-law had fitted him for earlier that evening.He grimaced as he shifted in his crib, feeling now the soggy warm wetness of his diapers that were surrounding him. He took small consolation that there would be no danger of leaks, what with the triple layers of Birdseye cloth and two thick soaker pads in the middle. That, and his big plastic panties ensured his bedding would remain dry, except on nights when he really wet heavily. Feeling carefully all around him, he confirmed that every square inch of cotton was completely saturated and the c***dish smell of pee drifted up under the baby blankets.He was distracted by the sound of Megan gasping with pleasure in the room next over. The walls in the house were somewhat thin and it seemed he could hear every little nuance of the sex taking place only several feet from his crib.To be sure, Ethan had never heard his wife moan like this. She was crying out in ecstasy as her new boyfriend plunged his big cock repeatedly into her welcoming pussy.Ethan felt his cheeks burning with shame and humiliation that she was brazenly having sex just next door to him and making no secret about it. Obviously, she knew full well that he would hear it, and it would excruciatingly drive home his place of subservience.His rubber pacifier was still lodged firmly in his mouth and he began to suck on it desperately, clinging tightly to his teddy bear for comfort as he heard another man’s deep grunts in the other room. The headboard was banging rhythmically against the wall as Megan’s cries became more urgent–clearly, she was getting closer to climaxing.Ethan felt his little penis throbbing within his chastity tube and it ached painfully. He tried to think of something else–taxes or sorting laundry, but Megan’s sex-filled voice kept intruding insistently. His member swelled against the inside of the tiny tube and he moaned in agony. Even the residual soreness of his bottom was forgotten as his pecker fought against the invading shaft inside of him.At last, Megan cried out, her tremendous orgasm shaking the walls with its intensity. He pictured his beautiful wife, only a few feet away from him, breathlessly panting like an a****l while he lay trapped in his crib, the soggy wet diapers embracing him only verifying his proper place in the house. Sucking his pacifier, he angrily slapped his mattress and kicked his feet, feeling more helpless and inadequate than ever.He thought they were finished, but then ten minutes later, Megan began softly moaning again. Ethan was shocked by her boyfriend’s stamina–he seemed superhuman!Sure enough, Megan’s sexy voice grew in volume as her lover began all over again. Were they in a different position now? He had no way of knowing. Probably.He pictured her on her hands and knees, her shapely bottom in the air as her stud pounded her from behind. The vision caused his penis to swell against his chastity tube and he winced again. This was a whole new torture he hadn’t considered. He tried to plug his ears but the urgent banging of the headboard and Megan’s cries of joy slipped past his fingers. Oh, how his little penis ached!Ethan had to endure another half hour of their lovemaking before the house finally quieted down. Nevertheless, he tossed and turned for quite a while before he finally fell into a fitful sleep.Warm morning sun shone into the nursery, diffused by the gauzy pink curtains in the window. Ethan could hear birds outside and the others moving about elsewhere in the house but he knew better than to get up. He was only allowed out of his crib when either Megan or his mother-in-law chose to come get him. Until that time, he was required to lie quietly, experiencing the unpleasant feeling of his soaking wet diapers surrounding him and clinging to his skin.As much as he wanted to be changed, he dreaded the inevitable humiliating meeting with Megan’s lover. He couldn’t imagine being in more shameful circumstances than he was this morning. Greeting his wife’s lover while laying in his baby crib wearing wet diapers was going to be utterly mortifying, that was for sure.At last the door swung open and Megan came strolling in, followed by her boyfriend. He was much taller than Ethan had expected and his handsome, craggy features revealed how much better looking he was too. He was wearing a pair of boxers and his broad, muscular chest was lightly covered in hair.Ethan cringed and whimpered against his pacifier as his wife came over and lowered the rail to his crib.“Good morning, sissy,” she said brightly, “It’s time for you to meet your new daddy.”Ethan drew his Disney Princess blankets around him protectively, trying to hide his embarrassing baby outfit and diapers from the masculine stranger. With one hand, Megan pulled away his blankets and with the other, tugged him out of the crib, sitting him on the floor of the nursery before them.“Ethan, say hello to Frank–you are to refer to him as ‘Daddy’ or ‘Sir’, at all times,” she told him, her slim hands resting on her curvy hips.Megan never went nude around Ethan anymore and this morning, she was wearing a sexy thong and her breathtaking push-up bra.Ethan blushed hotly, squirming in his seat as the big man looked down on him with a smug smile.“Well sissy boy, now I can see why Megan wasn’t getting satisfied–looks to me like the only thing you could handle is jerking yourself off,” he said in a mocking, deep voice filled with confidence.Ethan gulped with shame as his cheeks and ears burned red.“He’s a little embarrassed because you pegged him exactly right–instead of trying to satisfy me, he used to play with himself every day,” Megan explained.“I see your mommy made the right decision–putting you back in diapers and chastity, you certainly don’t belong in a man’s world,” Frank observed dryly.Megan giggled as she boldly looked down at her intimidated sissy husband.“Ethan, why don’t you tell Frank here why you have to wear diapers and plastic panties.”Sitting there with the soaking wet cloth surrounding him, he blushed furiously.“Come on, baby boy,” she prompted him.“It’s c-cause I’m a b-bedwetter, Sir,” he said, his shaking voice practically a whisper.“Wow,” he said, shaking his head, “now I’ve seen everything.”Megan began stroking her boyfriend’s big cock through his boxers and Ethan could tell it was enormous.“And now it’s time for you to thank your daddy for making love to me and finally satisfying my needs,” Megan said with a smirk.Ethan blushed deeper at her stinging words, swallowing hard nervously.“Th-thank you, Sir…for…for pleasing my wife,” he stuttered haltingly. The words ‘my wife’ sounded so incongruous in the present setting.“That’s very good, but I think there’s a better way for you to show your appreciation,” Megan said as she continued stroking Frank’s growing erection. By now, it was tenting his underwear and Ethan feared Megan’s intentions.Slowly peeling Frank’s boxers down, she revealed the biggest cock Ethan had ever laid eyes on. It was truly massive! Her hands looked small as she gripped the wide base of his shaft, unable to span the huge circumference.His fearful eyes darted from the big bulbous tip to Megan’s mischievously grinning face.“M-Mommy–please–please don’t make me do it,” he pleaded desperately.Frank had his hands on his hips, looking god-like, as he stood arrogantly before the weak sissy.“You’ve got about five seconds before I pull those wet diapers down and put you over my knee,” Frank warned him menacingly.Ethan gulped with fear–this guy looked like he could break him in two like a twig!Hesitantly, Ethan leaned forward, unsure just how to proceed.Without another word, Frank suddenly grabbed the back of his head and simply jammed his big cock into the sissy’s quivering mouth.Ethan squealed loudly, his jaws barely able to open wide enough to take in the gigantic head of the man’s magnificent cock. His jaws were stretching and his lips made a tight seal around the big mushroom shaped head. It felt warm in his mouth and he felt it pulsing eagerly, throbbing with his need. Already, Ethan could taste the salty, pre-cum that was oozing out of the tip and onto the back of his waiting tongue.He struggled to back away from the monster being thrust down his throat but Frank maintained a steely grip on his head.“Use your tongue, sissy boy,” he barked sternly.Scared to defy him, Ethan swirled his tongue under the throbbing underside of his manhood, slurping the sensitive gland that ran the along the front of his mighty sword-like shaft. Frank let out a sigh and he relaxed his grip ever so slightly but not enough to allow the sissy to escape.Ethan’s cheeks were bulging wide and he marveled at the fat girth of this man’s member. Frank began pushing it in until it bottomed out against the back of the sissy’s throat and he heard Ethan beginning to choke. Then, he slowly eased it out before plunging it back in again.Meanwhile, Megan was grinning ear to ear and she took out her cell phone, happily snapping close up pictures of Ethan’s mouth filled to capacity with hard man meat.“This is right where you belong,” she purred, “On your knees, with a big cock shoved in your mouth.”“Get ready Diaper boy,” Frank said in a husky voice, “cause I’m gonna cum in your mouth and you’re going to swallow every last drop.”Ethan whimpered in anguish but his jaws were stretched to the limit trying to take in the massive shaft pistoning in and out of his warm, wet mouth.Suddenly Frank held his breath and he backed his cock out just enough to keep the head in Ethan’s mouth. With a loud roar, he blew his manly load, filling the sissy’s mouth with warm, creamy semen. Ethan’s eyes went wide and he squealed as he waved his hands in helpless desperation. Forced to swallow the sticky goo that was overflowing his mouth, he tried to back off but Frank held his head firmly as he sprayed another big load down his throat.Megan clapped her hands with glee as her sissy hubby struggled with what seemed like a gallon of semen. No sooner did he swallow one load than another erupted into his eager mouth.“Good job, cocksucker,” Frank commended the distraught pansy in a condescending voice, “Just keep swallowing.”Ethan was waving his hands in protest but there was little he could do.The inside of his mouth was lined with a slick coating of cum and as the gargantuan cock finally popped out his mouth, his tongue u*********sly licked his sperm covered lips.“Don’t worry–you’ll get plenty of chances to practice. I always wake up with a hard-on and every time I stay the night here, you can count on giving me a blow job,” Frank informed him.Ethan was crushed with humiliation. It was bad enough that he had to tolerate his wife sleeping with another man (in his deluded mind, Ethan still thought he had some say in the matter), but now he had to get on his knees and suck this man’s cock every morning? How degraded could he get?Six months later…“Quite struggling sissy…” Helen sternly warned Ethan as she began firmly applying greater pressure to the big blunt dildo positioned between his trembling cheeks.He was bent over her lap, with his thick diapers unpinned and pulled back between his smooth, girlish legs. His baby dress and petticoats were piled around his torso and a look of dire concern was on his face.“Oh! No, Grandma–its too big!” he squealed as he helplessly waved his hands in the air.“I know its bigger than your usual nozzle, but a sissy like you can take it–spread your legs wider and relax, it will go in much easier for you if you just submit.”The nozzle, which resembled a very large, lifelike rubber cock, was attached to a long white hose that ran upwards and ended at a glistening red rubber enema bag, hanging from a hook that was bursting with two quarts of hot, soapy water.Ethan’s bottom was still showing some residual markings from a hard spanking he’d received the other day and he was reluctant to say or do anything in opposition to his strict, domineering mother-in-law.“Come on sissy–be a good boy for momma,” she urged him in her usual kind but condescending tone.Whimpering and bunching his fists, Ethan did as he was told, submissively spreading his legs wider and trying to relax enough to allow the rubber leviathan to get past his puckering, reluctant sphincter.“Theeere you go,” she said with satisfaction as she finally pushed the big, bulbous head inside him, making him squeal loudly.“OHHHH!!” Ethan cried as his eyes went wide.“There you go,” she said again, twirling the slippery fat rubber nozzle around inside him before slowly pushing it in farther.Ethan’s tight hole was stretched to the limit as the huge nozzle was pushed in even further and he moaned weakly. While it was true that he had become somewhat used to being invaded like this, either from Megan’s strap-on dildo, or his mother-in-law’s usual enema nozzle, this one was much bigger.Helen pushed it until it bottomed out, eliciting more girlish moans and squeals from her weak-willed, sissy son-in-law.She smiled to herself when she thought of what Megan had in mind to announce to him later today and this emasculating enema seemed like the perfect prelude to that meeting. She had found that a good soapy enema always left Ethan feeling a little more subdued, compliant, and submissive, and willing to accept further humiliations more readily. She had in mind to make him wear his biggest, fattest butt plug during the meeting, which would only further embarrass him.They were in Ethan’s nursery and Helen could see the look of angst on his face, reflected on the wall mirror across from them. She toyed with the nozzle a bit and then plunged it back in all the way before holding it there steady.“Ready, baby Ethan?” she asked cheerfully.The poor sissy found he was never ready to receive his enema but of course, it was truly a rhetorical question. He was going to get his purging whether he was ready or not.Sure enough, without waiting for an answer, his mother-in-law released the clip on the hose and hot soapy water surged unhindered, deep into his bowels.“Unnngg,” Ethan grimaced.He clenched and unclenched his fists, gasping as he tried to deal with the feeling of fullness that was quickly developing inside him. Glancing up at the mirror, he saw his mother-in-law with her usual, smug, superior expression on her face. She was wearing a pretty white blouse that she had purposely unbuttoned to show off her deep cleavage but at the moment, that was the last thing on Ethan’s mind.Open and closed, taking her time, she carefully manipulated the clip, watching him squirm and waiting until she thought he could take another dose of the warm, sudsy liquid before opening the clip again.When she had first started administering enemas to him nine months ago, he had barely been able to take a quart, but since then, she had learned that by stretching out the process, and patiently making him take it over a longer period of time, a much greater quantity of the soapy water could be taken in. And she wanted to make sure he took in every possible drop for a nice, full, punishing enema.Helen often used these sessions to scold him for his shortcomings or some failure on his part with the housework, which had become his primary task in the household. Bent over her lap and completely at her mercy, Ethan could do little more than squeal and moan helplessly as she scolded him like an errant c***d.Today, however, she decided to use it to give him some rare praise.“Frank tells me you’ve become quite the little cocksucker,” she remarked while she was waiting for the water to settle inside of him.Ethan moaned and squirmed on her lap, trying in vain to get comfortable.“Yes, he says you’re the best cocksucker he’s ever had and that you can make him cum in less than five minutes now…that’s quite an achievement,” she remarked sardonically.Sensing that he could take some more, Helen undid the clip and another powerful surge of soapy water gushed into Ethan’s waiting bottom.“He says he looks forward to his mornings here when he knows you’ll eagerly slurp and suck on his big cock, anxious to swallow his huge loads of creamy cum.”Ethan blushed with bitter shame. He hated having to get on his knees for his wife’s lover and submit to giving him blowjobs like a cheap hooker, but he’d already suffered several blistering spankings over the larger man’s lap and didn’t want to experience another one again. To Ethan, five minutes of degradation (and the humiliating, demeaning comments that followed) were well worth avoiding the pain and suffering of one of Frank’s hard paddlings.“Its good that a sissy bedwetter like you knows his place and has finally found something that you’re good at,” she said, sounding almost genuine in her flattery, “To be sure–your place in this house is on your knees, with his big fat cock, balls deep in your mouth.“What’s it like when he blows his load down your throat? Do you have a hard time swallowing it all? He says you don’t gag anymore so you must have really mastered the skill.”Ethan was moaning and squirming–most of the rubber enema bag was empty now and he could feel the volume of warm water distending his belly and giving him cramps.“If you were more of a man, maybe you’d be in the other room, making love to my daughter. Instead, you’re in here, with your diapers pulled down, bent over my lap getting a long soapy enema….I’d say you’re right where you belong, wouldn’t you?”Ethan lay there and moaned weakly until his mother-in-law pushed the dildo in to prompt him.“Wouldn’t you?” she asked again more forcefully.“Y-yes ma’am,” he squeaked, “This-this is where I belong.”Helen rewarded his submissive obedience with another surge of soapy water.Ethan gritted his teeth and swallowed the groan escaping his lips as he reflected how true her words were. He had gone from being ‘the man of the house’, to being the baby cuckold of the house, subject to daily humiliations and punishments at his cruel mother-in-law’s hands. She had become his primary caretaker, although it was questionable just how much caring she did. Since Megan had become more and more deeply involved in her affair with Frank, Helen had assumed the role of Ethan’s babysitter and guardian, changing his wet diapers and dressing him for the day, feeding him in his highchair and putting him down in his crib for his naptime.Finally, the last soapy suds disappeared into Ethan’s pink bottom, but Helen held the nozzle firmly in place, just to make sure. Ethan whimpered weakly, praying silently that she would allow him up to release the churning liquid in his bowels.At last, to his utter relief, he felt the wide, slippery nozzle easing out of his aching hole, along with his mother-in-law’s admonishment not to let any leak or he’d be right over her lap again for a blistering spanking.Precariously, Ethan limped off to the bathroom where he spent the next ten minutes expelling the punishing liquid.After he returned, he found his mother-in-law once again seated in the only chair in the room, a stool that served as Ethan’s spanking chair. Next to her on the changing table, was a tall, fluffy stack of diapers awaiting the emasculated sissy.She beckoned him over impatiently, holding a large pink butt plug in her hand.“Over here, Ethan,” she said as she took his hand and briskly guided him back over her lap.He recognized it as his biggest one and he put up his other hand in protest.“No Grandma–please–not that one.”Ignoring him as she always did, she firmly pulled him over her lap and forcefully spread his legs as Ethan whimpered miserably. Taking a big dollop of Vaseline, Helen pushed it up inside his hole and then positioned the imposing butt plug at his quivering anus. Fortunately, it had been stretched pretty thoroughly by his new enema nozzle so that when she began pushing the butt plug in, his sphincter was quickly defeated.“OHHH!!” he cried as the fat plug slipped inside him, filling him completely.“That’s my sissy boy,” she commended him as she patted his cheek and helped him over to the changing table.Handing him his baby bottle of milk, she busied herself slathering his bottom with a sticky coating of diaper rash cream before powdering his hairless groin and tummy with baby powder. Looking down at the diminutive pink chastity cage imprisoning his little penis, she smiled again at her own resourcefulness. That tiny nub would never experience an orgasm again now that she was in charge of him, she thought with satisfaction.Ethan studiously tried to ignore his mother-in-law’s big breasts swaying within her unbuttoned blouse as she reached past his head to get his diaper pins but he was unsuccessful. Nevertheless, he had discovered that so long as he didn’t actually stare at them for more than a few seconds, he wouldn’t suffer too greatly. It was those long periods of boring inactivity spent in his playpen, when his eyes would wander and fixate on her busty profile, that he would start to feel the pain in his tiny pee-wee.And it was made worse by the fact that his diapers were so soft and fluffy–just brushing his hands against the slippery plastic front of them brought back pleasurable memories of his previously unrestrained masturbating habit, before chastity had been forcefully imposed upon him.He certainty couldn’t complain that they were uncomfortable. The fact was–secretly–he loved wearing his bunny soft diapers. But putting aside the embarrassment of actually using them, he found them to be a double edged sword. On one hand, they made him feel safe and secure, but on the other, they constantly teased him with their soft, spongy layers.Helen selected a pretty yellow pair of Disney Princess-themed plastic panties and gathering the leg holes together, worked them over Ethan’s feet and ankles. These were a favorite of hers, since they had three cute white plastic rows of bouncy ruffles sewn across the top half of the seat. Working them over his fat, bulky diapers, she ran her fingers around the elastic waistband, making sure all the soft Birdseye cloth was contained inside.“There–no need to worry about you wetting yourself and leaking now,” she said as she powdered between his legs, “Now you can play until naptime and I’ll change you then.”Ethan bit his lip in embarrassment as he u*********sly glanced once more down his mother-in-law’s deep cleavage. It was becoming harder and harder to keep his diapers dry, even during the daytime. Often, he would have what he called ‘accidents’, particularly if he were surprised suddenly, or scared in some way. It was always humiliating having to ask Helen for a diaper change during the day, and more often than not, she’d make him wear his wet diapers until naptime or bedtime, just to spite him.Ethan was at a loss to explain his increasing loss of control during the day, but his mother-in-law seemed to expect little better from him.“I think we’ll leave this top on you today,” Helen remarked as she began putting his glossy white Mary Janes over his feet. Made of soft, fuzzy fleece, the top matched his panties and had the humiliating script; ‘Bedwetters wear diapers‘ on the front.It was all the same to Ethan these days, who obviously had no say in how he was dressed anyway, and he took Helen’s hand as she led him out of the nursery and into the kitchen where Megan was making coffee.“Morning mom–would you like a cup?” she asked solicitously.“That would be great, she said as she helped Ethan climb awkwardly up into his highchair. As soon as he’d settled into the seat, Helen moved the step stool away, leaving Ethan’s feet unsupported. The sissy shifted in his seat gingerly, the fat butt plug inside him making him feel invaded and serving as a constant reminder of his lowly position in the household. After securing his wrists and waist strap, his mother-in-law busied herself feeding the captive sissy. Today, she was particularly haphazard with his feeding and his mouth and chin were soon caked with the slop of his breakfast.Megan was fully dressed this morning and she wore a low cut sweater that clung deliciously to her mouthwatering bosom. Ethan presumed she was going somewhere, because she was wearing tall, high heeled pumps with a pair of silky slacks that were hugging her perfect figure. As usual, she looked very adult, while he looked like the epitome of a sloppy-faced, helpless toddler.Suddenly, the front door opened and Frank came in, followed by a woman Ethan had never seen before. She was smartly dressed in a feminine pant suit and her expensive sunglasses lent her a very sophisticated air–in fact, everything about her exuded style and class.Her hair was pulled back and arranged in an elegant manner, and she immediately strode across the room to get a better look at Ethan.Even though by now, Ethan had become somewhat used to being exposed before others, each time it was someone new, he found it to be an excruciating experience. Removing her sunglasses, the woman came up to him and looked down on the squirming sissy, the disdain obvious on her pretty face. As the fat butt plug ground deeply into his back passage, Ethan helplessly felt his diapers suddenly growing wet and warm and he blushed furiously.With his Mary Janes swinging uselessly, he struggled pathetically against his wrist straps and looked around the room, as if seeking help from Megan or his mother-in-law.Reading the script on Ethan’s chest, the woman smirked condescendingly.“So–this is your little bedwetter,” she remarked scornfully, “I can certainly see why you put him in diapers and found yourself a real man.”Ethan whimpered as he felt another strong surge of hot pee flooding his diapers. This was SO humiliating!He tried desperately to stop the flow as his fat, bulging diapers happily absorbed all his panic-induced pee.“I have to confess that a part of me didn’t believe you, but now that I’ve actually seen him for myself, it all makes perfect sense,” the woman said as she turned to Frank and set a satchel she had been carrying down on the kitchen table.Helen stepped forward and shook the woman’s hand.“Ms. Milani, I’d like you to meet Ethan Grant–Megan’s sissy hubby,” yalova escort she explained, “Yes, he is a chronic bedwetter and masturbator–or rather I should say–a former masturbator. Since he’s been in strict chastity for almost a year now, he’s been prevented from being able to play with himself like he used to.“Needless to say, with his tiny, baby-sized penis, he was completely incapable of satisfying Megan–or any woman, for that matter.”With the fat butt plug stuffed inside him, and his warm, wet diapers embracing him, Ethan felt vulnerable and inferior. He blushed with shame as Ms. Milani looked him over critically and shook her head, the disapproval written all over her pretty face.“You smell like pee, powder, and pampers,” she remarked in a superior, patronizing tone.Megan sauntered over to Frank and wrapped her lithe arms around him, reaching up to give him a passionate kiss of greeting. His big hands roamed all over her slim, curvy body as he kissed her back enthusiastically. Ethan blushed again and looked the other way, embarrassed to have his shameful cuckold status so blatantly demonstrated.Finally, Megan released her embrace of Frank and turned to face Ethan.“We have an announcement to make,” she said with a smile.Rather than looking at her daughter, Helen turned to face Ethan, as if more interested to see what his reaction would be.“Ethan, you are a pathetic excuse for a man. I have no idea why I ever agreed to marry you, but thankfully, Jordan here is going to take care of all that.“I need a real man–not a sissy who can’t even keep his diapers dry.”Walking over to look down at her cowering husband, Megan reached underneath the plastic tray and stuck a finger inside the elastic leg band of Ethan’s plastic panties.“Oh my god–you’re wet again?? Can’t you even control your wetting during the day now?” she demanded.Ethan blushed hotly as everyone in the room stared at him.“It-it w-was…uh, an accident,” he stammered as he squirmed in his seat.“You should paddle this little sissy when we’re done,” Megan said as she turned to face her mother.“I’ll be happy to make him cry,” Helen said as she crossed her arms over her impressive chest and looked down at the sniveling sissy, “Jordan–if you’ve ever wanted to see a sissy bawling his eyes out like a baby, stick around.”“I’ll do that,” she said as she began taking papers out of her satchel and arranging them on the table.Mirroring her mother’s pose, Megan crossed her arms and looked down at Ethan.“Well sissy, you don’t have many choices around here but today you have two. I can have our marriage annulled and have you tossed out in the street, or…”Tears misted Ethan’s eyes and he held his breath…whatever else she was going to offer couldn’t possibly be worse than what she just suggested.“Or…Frank has generously offered to let you move in with us, into a separate wing of his mansion. There, mom will be fully in charge of you–she has shown a real knack for how to handle bedwetters and sissies like you, so I know you’ll be in good hands. She’ll make sure you get all the diapers and discipline you so obviously need.“Don’t worry–I’ll still come in and take you with my strap-on from time to time. Or maybe Frank will decide to pop your cherry…he’s mentioned your little sissy bottom might need a big hard cock from time to time.”Ethan squirmed as he considered his choices, the intrusive fat butt plug only adding to his discomfort.“And after our marriage is annulled, I will become your legal guardian–the inheritance you received last year will all go to me.”Ethan swallowed hard as another strong surge of pee saturated his diapers.“Well–what’s it going to be sissy boy?” she demanded.“I-I…I wanna live with you,” he whimpered weakly, his cheeks burning with the shame of his capitulation.“Very well,” Ms. Milani said, “I have everyone else’s signatures–I just need Ethan’s.”Bringing over a sheath of papers, she placed one of them on the highchair’s pink plastic eating tray.“This one recognizes that your marriage was brought about under false pretenses and should be annulled. Obviously, Megan thought she was getting a man out the arrangement but we both know that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Just sign here,” she said pointing to a place on the lengthy document.Ethan sniffled and accepted the proffered pen, scribbling his signature on the line.Placing another paper before him, she pointed at another line.“And this one gives Megan complete rights over you as your legal guardian…I was able to find some ambiguous mental clauses that speak to your…immature behavior and c***dlike disposition.“By signing this, you forfeit all your legal rights and won’t be able to do so much as get a library card anymore without Megan’s approval.”Ethan cried softly as he submissively signed his name to the document, shamelessly handing over everything to his wife. Ms. Milani shook her head at his spineless display–it only confirmed in her mind that this is what he truly deserved.Meanwhile, his mother-in-law had left the room to retrieve the paddle for his promised spanking.“And lastly, this document relinquishes control over the inheritance you received last year. It now becomes the sole property of Megan.”“Don’t worry baby–” Megan smirked, “I got you a piggy bank and your new allowance will be fifty cents a week.”She watched eagerly as the defeated sissy signed away his rights to the staggering amount of money that he’d originally used to leverage his way into the marriage. Bitterly, he reflected how that deception had cost him!His mother-in-law had returned, and was standing by his side now, the menacing long wooden Spencer paddle in her hand.“And now, someone’s going to pay the piper for wetting his diapers,” she said as she began releasing him from the bonds of his highchair.Ethan began crying openly now, his hands going up and waving in protest.“No-no-no!” he wailed, stamping his feet in place. This was all so unfair!First he had just signed away every last bit of his rights and now he was going to be rewarded with a humiliating, painful spanking!Taking a hold of his left wrist with her free hand, Helen jerked him forward and swatted him hard across his thickly padded, diapered seat. The sassy ruffles across the back of his plastic panties fluttered and then settled back down.“OWW!!” he cried out, causing the others to laugh at his weak, pathetic display.With her commanding presence, Ethan didn’t dare stand up to his intimidating mother-in-law. He was about to get his bottom paddled and he knew there was nothing he could do about it.Calmly seating herself on the armless kitchen chair, Helen reached over and began peeling his clinging plastic panties down off his sopping wet diaper. Tears of shame tumbled down Ethan’s cheeks as the c***dish smell of pee once more surrounded them, proving to everyone how little control he had.“Well…I think this seems like a very appropriate way to start your new life, with a trip over momma’s lap for a good, hard spanking,” she said as she took the sniveling sissy over her knee.In no time, his big, soggy diapers were unpinned and pulled back between his legs, exposing his tender bare bottom for punishment.Ethan’s damp cheeks twitched and flexed as his sphincter nervously gripped the big butt plug lodged inside him, unable to expel it.Without warning, the hard wooden paddle came down with a tremendous impact, loudly slapping both his soft, damp cheeks and flattening them before swinging back up for another vicious swat.Ethan howled out in pain and shook his fists in the air as the paddle rained down in rapid succession on his quickly reddening bottom. Kicking his Mary Janes wildly, he slapped the floor miserably as his mother-in-law gripped him tighter and smacked his blazing bottom repeatedly with even greater force. The tears streamed down Ethan’s face to spill on the floor below him as he howled out with each nasty bite of the unforgiving paddle on his tender, scalded rump. The numerous air holes in the face of the paddle provided extra sting, while the hard solid oak ensured that the poor sissy would have difficulty sitting for days afterwards.Helen had a well deserved reputation for efficiency and she made sure every square inch of his backside received its proper share of the paddle. When at last she was done, his bottom was thoroughly punished, bright red and swollen.Ethan was crying hard, his breathing coming in ragged gasps as she helped him up on his shaky feet and stood him before the others. Ms. Milani looked down unsympathetically at his now exposed, caged little penis before gathering her papers and putting them back into her satchel. With his plastic panties tangled around his ankles, Ethan stood and cried unashamedly like a baby before everyone, partly from the spanking but also due to having been legally reduced to the status of a toddler.But to be sure, his humiliating display only confirmed to Megan, the wisdom of the choices she’d made.“Come on sissy–its time for your diaper change,” Helen said authoritatively as she took his hand and led him out of the kitchen.Ethan rubbed his scorched bottom as the tears continued to stream down his cheeks.Now that his status had been confirmed, Helen thought she would try and cheer him up a bit.“Frank tells me he spared no expense and you can look forward to an totally fabulous baby nursery when we move in with them,” she said enthusiastically, “Lots of baby toys, dollies, new outfits–everything a diaper-wetting, pampered princess could desire. Won’t that be wonderful?”Ethan shrugged helplessly. Now he was well and truly trapped.“Of course, now that you’ll be in the same house with him, I think you can expect to start off each day with his big hard cock in your mouth,” she added.Ethan sniffled miserably as he looked down at his own tiny little penis, locked away forever in its thimble-sized pink cage, never to be hard again.“Oh, and I’ve found a babysitter to help me out when I have my own errands to run. I know you’ll just love her–she’s very pretty and well–let’s just say you won’t have any objection to her body,” she said with a conspiratorial wink.“Her name is Tiffany Johnson.”THE END***************************************************************EPILOGUE…Six months laterTiffany Johnson slowly stirred the cup of cappuccino on the table before her, admiring Helen’s crisp, businesslike efficiency. Since she’d met the older woman six months ago, she had been very impressed with her natural authority and strict, no-nonsense style. Tiffany was convinced that she was perfectly suited to be Ethan’s guardian.“You’ve done a magnificent job here,” she praised Helen, “Rarely have I seen a sissy so completely and thoroughly controlled.”Helen smiled proudly, “Well, you’ve been a big part of that, I don’t know what I would’ve done without your help,” she replied with humility.“Oh no, you had it all taken care of by the time I came in. I just helped you to be able to take a break, from time to time.”“And I’m very grateful for that,” Helen said, “Taking care of a big sissy baby is a lot of work. The laundry alone is a full time job.”They both laughed.“Oh trust me–I know,” she said as they u*********sly turned their heads to gaze at the diapered ex-husband quietly playing with his toys in the playpen across the room.Ethan was sitting on his bottom, his legs folded back on either side as he hummed to himself and stacked a set of large plastic blocks arranged inside the mesh walled enclosure. Today, he was wearing a short, babyish pink top, one his mother-in-law had picked out to make sure his diapers wouldn’t get wet when she put him down for his nap later on. As usual these days, he had his big rubber pacifier in his mouth, an object that had become something of a fixture for the diapered sissy. Indeed, he often became fussy if it was taken away, and it, along with his teddy bear, were never far from him at any given time.Suddenly, and without any realization on his part, Ethan began steadily wetting his diapers. He rarely noticed it anymore, and his wetting had become as natural as his breathing. In fact, it had become so ordinary, he usually didn’t even notice it until several hours had passed and the layers of soft Birdseye cotton started getting cool and clammy inside his plastic panties. And since he wasn’t allowed to sit anywhere, except in his nursery or playpen, those places tended to smell like stale pee from the occasional leaks he experienced. Helen had grown immune to the smell, and she reasoned it was just the price to be paid in taking care of any incontinent toddler or in this case, an adult sissy baby.Nevertheless, whenever Megan came into this wing of the mansion, she often remarked on the smell, making sure to humiliate Ethan while she was at it.As the pee continued to flow uninterrupted, the thick seat of his diapers–which had only been changed not thirty minutes before–soon became soggy and saturated, and the warm cotton cloth hugged Ethan’s bottom closely. Eventually, it would work its way up around the sides and front of his diapers, until every square inch was completely soaked.While wet diapers were an unfortunate reality for Ethan, at least he didn’t have to worry about messing himself–his mother-in-law’s daily enema regime prevented that.Today, he was wearing a new pair of pink rubber panties over some cute nursery print diapers–Helen liked them for the snug, waterproof seal they made around his thighs without being too tight.“How are the plans going for the wedding?” Tiffany asked, returning her attention back to her host.“Excellent–Frank has made arrangements to throw a huge wedding and reception,” Helen said until a thought interrupted her own line of thinking, “–Which reminds me–before I forget–Can you babysit Ethan on that day? There won’t be any need for him to be there.”“Sure thing, its such a special day, I would love to help in any way I can.”Ethan was oblivious to their conversation about his former wife getting remarried as he carefully stacked more of the big plastic blocks in a row. In any case, he was used to being excluded in most discussions between adults so he generally didn’t notice anymore when they happened to be talking about him.With his back to her, his former mother-in-law stood up and walked over to the playpen, reaching down to slip a finger into the back of Ethan’s diaper. He squealed with surprise and sat up, accidentally knocking his blocks over.“I’m sorry, baby,” Helen chuckled, “I was just checking your diapers.”Ethan relaxed as she pulled him up and had him step awkwardly out of the playpen. Leading him back to the table, she gently sat him in her lap and arranged him in such a way so that he was facing Tiffany.“Did mommy’s wittle baby wet his diapers?” she asked solicitously, in her syrupy, sing-song voice for toddlers.Pulling aside the elastic waistband of his pink rubber panties, she reached in tentatively, checking the cotton cloth on the sides and back carefully. Ethan whimpered through the pacifier filling his mouth, looking around and blushing as Tiffany gazed back at him.“Oh baby–you are soaked!” Helen announced, “Absolutely soaked.”Ethan squirmed on her lap, embarrassed that her statement was news to him as well as them.“Mommy’s going to have to change you and then it will be naptime, Baby Bunnykins,” she told him, using her recent pet name for him.The relationship between them had evolved considerably over the last twelve months. She now treated him with genuine affection, as if he really were her baby grandson.Two years ago, when they’d first met, Helen had immediately disliked, then actively resented him, constantly plotting his eventual downfall. But once Megan had taken firm control of their relationship and began cuckolding him, those feelings slowly began to recede in the distance, to be replaced by maternal feelings of warmth and caring. She now looked at Ethan as if he were her own incontinent toddler, fussing over him like any doting mother would, while still keeping him under her strict, absolute authority.Her captive sissy squirmed in her lap, uncomfortable being the object of their attentions.“Tiff–would you get his bottle for me?–it’s in the warmer over there,” she said nodding at the counter.“Sure thing,” she said as she went over to retrieve it.Taking out Ethan’s pacifier, a string of saliva followed it and his mouth retained the ‘O’ shape from having been sucking on the object all afternoon. He squealed and whimpered a bit but Helen promptly pushed the warm, wet nipple of his bottle between his lips, silencing his whining.“There there, baby,” she said soothingly as she held the bottle in place, “drink your ba-ba.”Ethan did as he was told, nevertheless humiliated at his c***dish treatment in front of Tiffany.“Are those new baby panties?” Tiffany asked as she gently stroked the soft front of Ethan’s fat, bulging diapers.“Yes–I decided to give rubber panties a try. They have some definite advantages over vinyl ones. I really like the watertight seal around his thighs with these–I can hold him on my lap and not have to worry about him leaking on my legs anymore.”Tiffany looked down at Ethan’s pee-soaked diapers with newfound appreciation.“No matter how much he wets—now it all stays contained inside the panties, which is where it belongs,” Helen explained as she gently patted the front of his diapers, “And my little baby bedwetter wets a lot, doesn’t he?”Ethan blushed with shame but nodded his head submissively.“That’s okay, sissykins…your mommy should have never let you out of your diapers, you know that?”Ethan’s cheeks burned with humiliation and his eyes darted around anxiously, but he nodded again like the obedient pantywaist that he was.“Oh well,” she said with a satisfied smile, “that’s all in the past. Your diapers are here to stay now–everyone knows you can’t go without them anymore.”Gently, she helped him up to his feet, replacing her hand on the bottle with his so he could take over holding it.“Come on baby, let’s go change your diapers and get you ready for your crib–it’s baby’s naptime.”Ethan waddled after her sheepishly, totally resigned to his daily routines by now. Tiffany followed them both down the hall and into his nursery, which was much more elaborate than the one he had had at Megan’s house. Everywhere one looked, cute, babyish frills and touches abounded, from his girlish pink rocking horse, with the optional dildo fitting in the seat, to his fancy white and pink crib, layered with fluffy baby blankets.Of course, despite the delicate, little-girl feel of the room, one could not help but notice the ever pungent, sour smell of his diaper pail that pervaded the room and reminded the visitor that a helplessly incontinent sissy and bedwetter lived here. It definitely gave the room a c***dish aura, distinctly separating it from every other room in the house.Suddenly, they heard the doorbell ring, and Helen turned to face Tiffany.“Would you be so kind as to see who that is? I have my hands full with little Miss Priss, here.”Tiffany chuckled and nodded her head, leaving the room to go see who it was at the door.“Don’t you worry, baby,” Helen said assured him, “Mommy’s going to get you changed out of those wet pampers right away, and then its beddie-bye time.”Ethan nursed his bottle as Helen pulled his stretchy, clinging rubber panties down off his soggy diaper, setting them next to the large diaper pail to her right. Unpinning his diaper, they heard voices coming from down the hallway.“…As a matter of fact, he’s getting his diapers changed as we speak…”Ethan anxiously bit his lip in confusion. Who could it be that was paying him a visit?Without missing a beat, Helen pulled his heavy wet diapers from under his bottom and placed them also next to the changing table, the strong smell of pee surrounding them. Ethan looked anxiously at the doorway, watching as Tiffany came back into the room, a big smile on her pretty face, followed by someone immediately behind her.“Mrs. Grant–say hello to your sissy son,” she said by way of introduction.At the moment, Helen was gripping Ethan’s ankles over his head as she smeared diaper rash cream across his baby soft cheeks, giving them a nice, sticky coating of protection against his naptime wetting. The moment he saw his mom, he began desperately kicking his feet, struggling to be free of Helen’s steel-like grasp. Nevertheless, she easily held him in place and used her free hand to slide a thick stack of fresh diapers under the squirming sissy. As she lowered his legs, Ethan looked up to see his mom shaking her head in disdain at him.“You’re just in time…” Helen announced, “I happen to be in the middle of changing his wet diapers before putting him down for his nap.”Ethan jerked the baby bottle out of his mouth as his cheeks flushed a bright red. Never had he felt so embarrassed and vulnerable! To have his own flesh-and-blood mother witnessing him being changed like a helpless toddler in his baby nursery was too much to bear.“Well, Ethan…” his mom said, her voice heavy with scorn, “Looks like you’re right where you belong. I guess it was expecting too much that you’d ever grown up and become a man. This nursery certainly suits you.”“Isn’t it wonderful?” Helen asked, the pride obvious in her voice, “I have everything I need to take care of a bedwetting sissy baby like Ethan here.”Mrs. Grant looked around the room, marveling at how perfectly babyish everything looked. Besides the crib and rocking horse, a big pink dresser with a row of stuffed a****ls and dolls on top stood next to another playpen, and the walls surrounding them had a playful, Disney Princess theme. There was a wide assortment of toys to play with and c***dish coloring books were stacked neatly on a low bookshelf.Looking down at her son, she noticed the soggy wet diaper lying next to him and then she stared at his tiny little package imprisoned within a small, restrictive pink cage.“Finally…someone has taken steps to curb his disgusting masturbating habit,” she said sourly.Tears of humiliation brimmed Ethan’s eyes. Although he had often wondered how his mom would react if she were ever to see him again, this was hardly proving to be a welcome meeting.“Yes, this is the tiniest cage I could find. It has a nice, inch and a half flexible shaft that goes up deep inside his urethra. Believe me when I tell you he hasn’t been able to escape or get an erection since it’s been locked in place.“I don’t tolerate masturbators in this house, especially sissy masturbators,” Helen told her, “I’m just glad we could find one small enough to fit his baby-sized pee-wee.”Tiffany nodded in silent agreement.“I’m sorry to say that Ethan never measured up in a lot of ways,” his mother stated, the disappointment obvious in her voice.Ethan bit his lip in angst, squirming with shame as they spoke of him in such disparaging terms.The fact was–as a man, he was a total failure. He could only take some small consolation that in the role of a sissy baby, he seemed eminently suited. Indeed, considering his lifelong issues with bedwetting–he seemed born for the role.Helen began sprinkling fragrant baby powder over Ethan’s diaper area, the infantile scent quickly surrounding him. His cheeks blazed with humiliation at his mom seeing him treated in such a immature, baby-like fashion. Not only that–she seemed to fully approve of his treatment. Ethan had been sure that if she knew exactly what was going on over here that she’d storm in and put a stop to it. Given that he had no backbone of his own, he had been counting on his mother to come over and rescue him. But quite the contrary–she apparently knew all about his lifestyle, Helen’s methods, and was behind it 100%.Helen pushed the wet rubber nipple of his baby bottle back into his trembling mouth and resumed his diapering.“I put two thick soaker pads down the center of his diapers,” she patiently explained to his mother, “Ethan’s really a heavy wetter–as you can see, and the extra padding is necessary when those floodgates open.”She reached down and beeped his nose playfully.“Yes, he’s always been hopeless,” his mom lamented, her arms crossed over her chest, “He wet his bed every night all through his school years and sometimes, he’d come home having wet his pants too. I suppose I should have just put him in full time diapers a long time ago.”“Well–better late than never, ” Helen smiled as she cheerfully pulled the thick, fluffy cotton up between his girlish legs and pinned each side snug and tight with a pink safety pin, “Needless to say, we won’t be wasting any time trying to potty train him.“Nope. The only underwear you’ll ever wear is thick diapers and rubber panties from now on, Ethan.”With that, she began working the damp pink rubber panties back up his smooth legs and over his big, bulging diapers. Ethan whimpered as she pulled them along his soft, hairless skin–the elasticized legs holes were cool and damp from his previous wetting but he knew it was futile to argue with Helen about it. One time, he had thrown a tantrum about it and all it got him was a blistering spanking, followed by the same wet panties.At last, the rubber panties were in place, the buttery, smooth material stretched tightly over his diapers and Helen quickly dusted between his soft thighs with more baby powder.“Looks like baby Ethan’s all ready for naptime now,” Helen announced brightly.He felt deeply ashamed to be facing his mother like this but he also knew there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. He had to face the facts–all his life, he’d been nothing but a big sissy. And Helen was the first one to really recognize that–she had pegged him as a sissy from day one. He had never planned on losing such total control to a woman who was, after all, the mother of his former wife, but now that he had–he knew there was no turning back.As he climbed into his crib, his soft but thick diapers forced his legs apart and the waterproof mattress sheet crinkled loudly beneath him.It could be worse. It could always be worse.As it stood now, he had someone who truly cared for him, there were no financial concerns anymore, and his wetting was no longer a source of stress that it used to be. Indeed, his only worries now, centered around avoiding his next spanking, what baby food Helen would feed him, how long he’d have to wear his wet diapers, and what sort of humiliating activity Frank and Megan had planned for him.Helen took his empty baby bottle and pushed the big rubber pacifier back between his lips. Bending down, she kissed him softly on his forehead.“Sweet dreams, Baby Bunnykins,” she said as she raised the side of his crib and clicked it closed.“Bye Mommy,” he said to his former mother-in-law, although the fat, rubbery pacifier ensured it came out babyishly muffled and incoherent.Helen turned the mobile on over his head and a pleasant nursery rhyme began playing soothing music to the submissive, diapered sissy. In no time, he would relax and nod off, dreaming innocent dreams of bunnies, teddy bears, and soft things, all while his diapers steadily grew soggy and wet all over again within his brave rubber panties.

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My ConfessionSo…. here it is, My dark side and how I got here.Growing up, I discovered my dad Penthouse collection. He kept it in his night stand. I would read them, The girls were so beautiful. The stories were so erotic. I masturbated, I fantasized, maturbated again. But, I was just a teenage boy.In college, I had a great time. Partied, had my share of girls…. What is known today as a “fuck boy”. I was very honest about who I was and what I wanted from them. Also, during this time I slept with a guy. He was one of my best friends. He was gay. I, well It really confused me at times. But in the end, I just used him for sex… sadly looking back I wasn’t honest with him, or myself to be honest. I felt like I couldn’t tell anyone. Toward the end of my time in college I met my first wife. We dated, had a long distance relationship, and I moved to be with her. We dated a long time, I didn’t have a real career, zonguldak escort and I wanted to buy her the big ring, have a “real job”, etc… I loved her, and she was beautiful, strong, and smart. I always felt like she was going to leave me… in the end, I left her… But during that time, I discovered adult book stores. My first experience in one, They had booths…. I was exploring the booths… there was a couple of other guy wandering around in there. It was all so new, crazy, exciting to me. One of the guys told me to “check out this piticular Booth, he said the movies lasted longer in there than the others, so I checked it. Next thing I know, I am rubbing my self through my pants cause of this hot lesbo scene, and there is this light knock on the door, I say…”someone is in here”… and he responds “let me in”. I say “go away” . Kind of confused I keep going in the booth and now my dick escort zonguldak is in my hand. Knock on the door again.. “comon, let me in…” I crack open the door. It’s the same guy, young Latin guy, good looking. He literally looks into my eyes, then down to see my dick I my hand. Then he pushes his way in and grabs my cock. I say “wait”, and before anything else comes out he is on his knees sucking my cock. Few minutes later he takes my whole load. After that, I am hooked, various book stores, there’s even a theater. Like an real theater that was a legit theater at one time, that was my favorite place. So seedy and nasty, but I was in there weekly. Sometimes I just jerked off, sometimes I got jerked or sucked. I would go strip clubs, nice ones, not so nice, etc. I loved it, but at the same time I was ashamed of myself.Eventually through all this I married and got divorced. And eventually started zonguldak escort bayan a career. And eventually met someone new and remarried. But, this part of me that liked the porn found internet porn…. now I didn’t have to go to Adult Book Stores, buy magazines from disapproving clerks. And I am sure you know, if you have enough time on your hands, you can go down some dark holes in the world of internet porn. But, after a while… it isn’t enough. So, here I am now. Now I have fantasies about sharing my wife. About watching her take on a few guys while she is strapped down. Cause I was the one her strapped her down. She is doing it for herself as much for me. After they have her way with her, she can barely move from being fucked so hard in every orifice in her body. I unstrap her. Kiss her. Tell her how beautiful she is and how much I love her. I kiss every part of her body. She taste of sweat and cum. Her swollen pussy is sensitive as I clean the cum out. She orgasims as I do my duty. She shutters, she smiles as tears run from her eyes…. And now I know…. her dark side is awake. She wants more as I do…. but part of her is ashamed… like the part of me.

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TIME of the WEREWOLF Part 2

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TIME of the WEREWOLF Part 2Steve and the nearest dog handler raced for the site supervisors Ford pickup so they could follow two alsatians, one larger strange black one, the other that had managed to pull free of its lead. As Steve crested the peak of the site access road(it was a rather large storage area not far from the base proper) the a****ls ran across the road heading for the perimeter fence and the area kept mown short for security reasons, the fence itself made of chain link and topped by wicked razor wire to deter would be intruders. As Steve and his colleague exited the vehicle and chased after the dogs the a****ls began to fight using their fangs to cause damage. Now within revolver range we both drew our .38 calibre revolvers, released the safeties and cocked the triggers ready to fire, but couldn,t for fear of hitting the wrong Alsatian. Our decision was made for yozgat escort us as the larger black dog caught the smaller one unawares and sank its wicked fangs into the unprotected neck then released the dying a****l, its muzzle now covered with blood. We both prepared to shoot the killer when it turned its glowing red eyes on us and suddenly I felt pure evil and froze with fear, unable to move or pull the trigger. “Shoot the fucker!” I cursed my colleague. “You shoot it. I can,t fucking move!” He snapped back. The creature now arrogantly turned and ran THROUGH the inner section of the perimeter fence then the outer section. It did NOT jump over an eight foot barrier, but passed through then trotted to the nearby thick foliage of a nearby wooded area. There.came a loud roar unlike any a****l I,ve ever heard and it disappeared into the heavily wooded forest. When Steve escort yozgat reported the incident his control room and immediate supervisor found it hard to believe, but by the time Tech Sergeant Lewis arrived he couldn,t dispute the dead Alsatian and large dog like tracks in the fresh mud that led through the fence and into the woods to disappear on rocky ground half a mile inside the woods. The hearing regarding the destruction of government property(valuable a****l a well trained guard dog) had to be judged “open” verdict! Both Steve and his colleague Max were very disturbed and refused to resume duty in the area and only security guards who weren,t afraid of the unexplained worked there after that incident and Steve eventually DID return, but fortunately for him his tour in Europe was nearly over before he had to return to stateside duty, but unknown to him the yozgat escort bayan storage area and the paranormal had not quite finished with him. He,d been relieved of duty for two weeks during which time he received psychiatric counselling to prepare him to return to duty, He also spent a few evenings in a local bierkellar in the nearest village where he related the encounter to Ernst Spiegeleisen, a local farmer. “You had a run in with a Werewolf!” Ernst replied straight faced. “I thought werewolves Didn,t exist!” I protested.”Believe me my friend, there are many strange things on earth that are not supposed to exist, but do!” Sgt Lewis ensuring he was fully ready to resume duties in the storage area as Steve was his most experienced nco for the area and many NCOs flat refused to do duties there talked Steve into returning to there only three weeks after his horrific experience, He Didn,.t think anything as strange could happen to a “short timer” as he had only a week before rotation back to an American base in America, but fate would change all that, but there again that,s another story! Hope you liked this one! CHEERS!

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Raping Christina

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Raping ChristinaEveryday I stare at my girlfriend Christina and wonder what she’s thinking about.If only she knew what I was thinking about, the thought of us & multiple random black men at a hotel room, They forcefully undress her and throw her on the bed, the look of fear and confusion in her eyes when she turns her head to me only makes my cock hard. The black men tie her to the bed and stretch out her arms and legs leaving her tits and tight little cunt exposed for everyone to see. The black men start to undress and she stares at me to go get help, instead I reach into my pants and slowly rub my hard throbbing cock in preparation of whats about to happen. the 5 black men surround my Girlfriend Christina and look at her tiny little body (She’s 4’11)The first one starts to rub his cock forcefully against her lips, she resist by pressing them together but he slaps the shit out her and she starts to wimp and cry and willingly opens her mouth and takes in the big black cock. Another black man fondles her tiny little breast while a third black man starts to rub his cock against her tight little virgin cunt, his 10 inch cock struggles at first to even penetrate her. after many failed attempts he fingers increasing the amount of fingers every minute till finally he’s up to three fingers. He then grabs the TV remote in the distant and shoves it into her tiny little cunt in an attempt to loosen up her pussy, he pushes the remote until it’s halfway inside her chinese cunt, the sudden insertion causes her to gasp and scream in pain but her screams are muffled by the gigantic black cock thats in her mouth. The black man düzce escort throws the TV remote at me, I pick it up and lick off my girlfriends pussy juices, she stares at me with disgust her eyes are filled with tears from all the pain. The two men at the head of the bed alternate sticking their cocks in her mouth slowly increasing the amount of cock they’re ramming inside of her throat, The eventually get her tongue to slide across the bottom of their balls, her face is covered in her own gooey saliva and tears & Make up streaks. The three black men at the bottom of the bed post start to unwrap condom’s, I yell at them “NO CONDOM’S”, They laughed and smiled but my girlfriend looked at me with shock. After the session with the TV remote Christina’s pussy was just lose enough to fit the tip of the black mans cock into her tight little cunt, he starts to force his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy, she clintched her teeth and grabbed onto the bed post as his cock finally pushing through and going all the way in, his cock pokes gradually through her belly showing how large his cock is and how small her body is. She gasps and screams in agony as a black mans 10 inch cock just ripped through her tight virgin pussy. The black man did not start of slow either, he vigorously started sliding his cock in and out of pussy his balls slapping against her ass hole and ass cheeks, the sound of him fucking her could of been heard from the parking lot of the hotel. She screams in pain for a straight 30 minutes until he and the two men at the head of the post unload their cum into her womb and into her mouth, Her pussy drips escort düzce with his cum while her face is covered seamen. the sc**** some cum from her pussy and her face and load it into her mouth and force her to swallow, She gags from the new taste she’s never experienced. she screams and cry’s and begs to be let free but I laugh and point at the other two black men who havent had their turn yet. The first black man unties her and forces her to sit on his cock, He shoves his cock in her and slowly starts to lift her up and down, at this moment she had stopped crying, but the second black man gets impatient and wants a go, instead of waiting he straddles Christina from the front, she looks at him like he’s crazy and she realizes that he’s trying to shove his cock in her pussy at the same time, she screams and beings to cry again as his cock slowly starts to slide into her pussy, with both cocks in her now loose cunt, they violently start to fuck her now loose pussy. They fuck her raw for half an hour till finally the black man on top cums on her belly while the man on bottom cums in her womb as well filling her up to the rim. They throw her to the ground and she goes limp from exhaustion, cum dripping down her pussy lips and sliding down her belly onto the ground, I walk over and sc**** up the cum with my fingers and shove four fingers into her mouth, i force her to swallow, I then kiss her on her forehead smile and look at her, she believes it’s all over till I whisper in her ear “I haven’t cummed yet” She’s to exhausted to even fight back, I lift her her head and violently fuck her face till her throat düzce escort bayan is raw. she gags and coughs out the seamen thats stuck in her throat, smeared make up and tears continuously running down her face. I grab her legs and lift her ass into the air, I hold her face to the ground as I stick my cock into her loose cum filled pussy, my cock sliding in and out of pussy, after the vicious 2 hour fuck session she just experienced I had to an entire bottle of lubricant just so my cock would go smoothly in, 20 minutes go by and I finally blow my load into her cunt. I pull my cock out of her gaping pussy hole and clean it off of her tongue, after any fuck session men have to pee, so we lifted her into the tub, to make sure she didnt close her mouth, i held her jaw open while the black men unloaded their bladders into her mouth, I forced her to swallow as much as she could. Exhausted, smelly from sweat piss and cum, she layed in the bed crying in agony from he gaping pussy hole, The black men put on their clothes and walk out the door. Saying whats up to the next 5 black guys waiting outside the hotel door as they leave the hotel room. She quickly turns her head to the door as she watched five more black men enter the room, Her eyes as bigs as their cocks. I smile and slide my finger up and down her ass crack, playing with her asshole and I whisper in her ear “You’re still a virgin in one area” I wink and shove my finger in her ass. Lucky for her, I need a break. 🙂 So Pt 2. So now you have an idea of my fantasy about my girlfriend which I hoped you enjoyed, Would you be so kindly and tell me about your fantasies about my gf? I would love to hear about what nasty little stories you can come up with for my girlfriend Christina, If you more information on her please feel free to send me a message, I’ll tell you pretty much anything about her.

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Susan’s Submission Chapter 1

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Susan’s Submission Chapter 1Sorry folks, I had to repost this after I realized that it needed some editing. I do hope you enjoy and leave any comments.Chapter 1Susan contemplated her predicament. She was nude, save for her high-heeled shoes and stockings and practically suspended from the hoist overhead. She wore leather wrist cuffs, which were attached to the end of a long chain above her head. Her arms stretched nearly to their capacity above her. Her ankles were similarly adorned with leather cuffs, and her feet spread widely by the metal rings sewn into the ankle cuffs and fastened securely to two iron rings set into the concrete floor. Her short blonde hair was pressed firmly to the back of her head by the leather strap which held her gag securely in place, in fact held her panties, which had been wadded and stuffed into her mouth. She could taste the somewhat acrid taste of her sex, which had become imbedded within the fabric of her panties. She looked nervously about the basement room, which had been decorated and equipped as a dungeon torture room. She had no previous experience in this type of situation, and did not know how to act, or what to do. Then it occurred to her, that she didn’t have to do anything. Everything that happened, more specifically, happened to her, would be done for or to her. There was nothing expected of her except to endure whatever happened. The air was cool, while not cold, and she glanced down and saw that the light pink nipples adorning her smallish breasts were fully erect, as though excited. She was not struggling, the time for that had passed, but with each movement her breasts swayed a bit. The muscles in her upper legs ached, as they were severely stretched, yet still bore most of her weight. That coupled with the fact that she still wore the high heels, caused her to wonder how long she would be made to endure this awkward position. It seemed like an hour, maybe two, but in fact was more likely twenty or thirty minutes. She had been left alone, for whatever reason, but her situation, despite the pain and discomfort, excited her. She had no idea of what to expect next, or when to expect it. On the far wall of this dungeon room, were hooks, each neatly holding paddles, whips and even canes. The canes were long wispy lengths of cane, each had a handle wrapped with leather, and a leather strap, which apparently fit around the wrist of the user. There were also several sets of handcuffs hanging from other hooks, as well as what appeared to be gags and other assorted latex and leather devices, many of which, Susan understood. Toward the center of the room, was a large wooden butcher-block table. This table was over eight feet in length and perhaps four feet across, and embedded into each corner of the top, were steel rings, each held in place by a large bolt driven through the thick surface of the table. To her left, Susan could see two planks of wood, bolted to the wall in an X. They formed sort of a cross. She could see that near the top of each end of the X, were metal rings, bolted to the solid wooden device. Looking down, she noticed that identical rings were affixed near the bottom of the cross. To her right, Susan eyed what appeared to be a leather pommel horse, without the pommels. Glancing to the floor, she could see that there were again iron rings imbedded into the floor, two on either side of the horse. One thing that struck the helpless woman, was that there were large bright lights over the table, as well as the horse, and over her head as well. There were also lights set into the wall, just below the ceiling, in each corner of the room. It were almost as if this room were a television studio, although none of these lights were turned on. It also occurred to her that each wall, as well as the ceiling was covered with black textured foam, resembling theinside of an egg carton. Susan understood that this was a soundproofing material and would easily absorb whatever noise came from this room. Though she had no experience in such a setting, Susan could easily envision the use for each device as it applied to her current predicament. And it excited her, as she remembered that she had come here voluntarily, prepared to face whatever happened to her, becauseit excited her. She had read the ad in the local underground newspaper, asking for a single woman who, ‘wanted to explore her boundaries’ and ‘discover the joy of giving one’s self to a man completely’. The ad had intrigued her. It excited her. She called the number and the voice of the answering machine, or perhaps it was voice-mail, prompted her to leave her name and number. After a slight hesitation, she had done so. This was on a Thursday afternoon, and she finally received a return call on her cell phone the following morning. The caller, Peter, told her that he was returning her call, and that he supposed she was calling in response to his ad in the paper. Susan responded that she had. “I’d like to set up a meeting with you, in a public place on Saturday afternoon, if that’s alright with you,” he said. Susan replied, “Saturday afternoon is fine,” as her mind raced. “Great, we could meet at the Riverwalk Café around two o’clock,” he said. “Two o’clock is fine with me,” she nervously answered. “I’ll be wearing a red blouse, so you’ll know me.” His reply was short and to the point, “I’ll know you when I see you. Please don’t be late.” Then he had hung up and Susan stared at her cell phone as though he were about to come through the receiver. She pressed the End button on her phone and discovered that her heart was pounding. She was surprised that others around her couldn’t hear it. That night she barely slept. She tossed in her attempt at sleep, wondering what she had become involved with. She would move from wanting to call the number again and leave amessage that she wouldn’t be able to make the appointment, then wanting to experience the excitement of the unknown. Finally she found sleep, awaking late the next morning to the daylight streaming through the windows of her tiny apartment. She looked at the clock on her nightstand and nearly panicked to learn that it was nearly eleven thirty. She rose, made coffee and toast, then prepared a hot bath. She bathed and performed her morning toilet, then sat at her table eating her morning meal. The entire time, her mind was wondering about what she was getting involved with, and what type of man Peter would turn out to be. It wasn’t that she was concerned that Peter would turn out to be an older, overweight, and perhaps balding man, with slovenly habits. She had been there and done that before. She could not help but imagine the worst, somehow hoping for something at least slightly better. She took her time with her breakfast, then carefully applied her make-up. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and understood that while she wasn’t model material, she was not unattractive. If fact, she looked perhaps a bit younger than her twenty-eight years.She had nice features, high cheeks, a long and slender neck, and deep blue eyes. She was petite and the only thing she would change about herself would be to have larger than her already thirty-four inch breasts. She carefully chose her undergarments, a French-cut silk bikini pair of panties, with a lacy matching silk bra. She shrugged into her red blouse, then carefully stepped into hersomewhat short black skirt, zipping and fastening it at her hip. She chose black high-heeled shoes and decided against stockings (after all it was afternoon). Once finished dressing,she noted that it was nearly time to leave. She called for a taxi and it arrived almost fifteen minutes later. She climbed in the back seat and announced to the driver that the Riverwalk was her destination. The driver pulled up, nearly fifteen minutes later, raised the flag and announced, “That’ll be $12.95 lady.” Susan handed him a ten and a five-dollar bill, meekly adding, “Keep the change,” and got out of the taxi. It would take her several minutes to walk the distance to the café, and as she walked, she noticed that she was practically running, in her nervousness. She purposefully slowed her gait and felt her heart thumping in her chest. She was excited and in her slower pace, noticed that she was nearly breathless, her nipples were hardened and glancing down, she noted that their small outlines could be seen through her sheer bra and blouse. She felt herself blush, after all, she was a somewhat modest person, then it occurred to her that she could feel a dampness between her legs. Minutes later, Susan entered the small café, and informed the hostess that she was expecting someone and would like a table on the patio overlooking the Riverwalk. She took her seat after being led to her table, and looked out at the view. Passersby would stroll by, and beyond that, a few paddle boats and canoes on the river with couples and k**s. As she watched, she sensed someone moving behind then next to her. She looked up. “Is this seat taken?” he asked somewhat casually, gesturing to the empty chair at her table. “I’m terribly sorry,” she replied, “I’m expecting someone.” “Relax,” he said calmly, “I’m Peter.” Susan gave a start, he wasn’t what she was expecting at all. She felt a lump well in her throat. She was so unsure of what to expect, but this wasn’t an older man at all, perhaps thirty or at the oldest, thirty-five. He had neatly cropped light brown hair, uşak escort bayan with a matching goatee. He wasn’t overweight at all, and while probably not a body-builder, she saw that he had a muscular build. As she stared into his deep brown eyes, she felt almost as though she were falling in. “Of course,” she said, “Please have a seat.” She hoped her nervousness wasn’t betrayed by her shaky voice. He moved smoothly to the other side of the table, pulled the chair out and gracefully sat. He looked into her eyes, and Susan somehow felt that those piercing brown eyes were, in fact, staring directly into her soul. Once he was seated, a waitress approached, “May I get you a menu?” she queried. “No thank you,” Peter answered, “just coffee for me. Did you want anything?” he asked Susan. “No!!. coffee will be fine for me too.” she almost stammered. The waitress turned and went to place the order. Peter looked at Susan and almost sweetly said, “Thank you first, for answering my ad. Also, thank you for meeting me here and most of all, for being on time.” Susan didn’t know what to say, she managed a meek, “You’re welcome.” An awkward moment of silence came over the two, the Peter asked lightly, “Why don’t you tell me about yourself?” Susan spent the next several minutes describing her life, her work, her interests and hobbies. As she spoke, the waitress silently delivered their coffees and left. As Susan added the smallest dribble of cream to her coffee, she relaxed a bit and found herself telling this man about her marriage and its subsequent divorce. She went on to talk about her terrible choices with men in the recent past. When she had finished, she found herself surprised that she had opened herself to this man in a very short time, talking those personal things that she hadn’t discussed with anyone else. She was about to become surprised at her willingness to discuss even more intimate things with this virtual stranger. Peter asked simply, “What were you expecting to find when you answered my ad?” For a moment, Susan’s nervousness returned. She said nothing for a full minute, thenslowly explained her intrigue at the ad. She had never before ‘leapt’ into anything, let alone giving herself totally to anyone. That had excited her. While she had ideas, she was not entirely certain of what was meant in the ad about, ‘exploring her boundaries’. That had intrigued her. Basically she felt that his ad had been so unique, unlike any of the others, she wanted to meet this unique man. A smile crept at the corners of Peter’s mouth. He looked pleased and explained that he also had been divorced and since that time, decided that his rather traditional approach of meeting women was meeting with dismal failure. He had interests and desires that he had considered carefully in the two years since his marriage ended. “The best approach, I’vedecided, “ he said simply, “is to ask for exactly what I want. That eliminates confusion and misunderstanding.” At this point, Susan understood, that Peter was controlling the discussion. He went on tosay that he had somewhat unique preferences in women, and so far, Susan seemed to fithis taste. There was more, much more. Peter explained that he wanted a woman who was willing to abandon all control, relinquish herself to him completely. He was very careful to explain, that this served as evidence that the woman willing to do this, was willing to give herself to him, regardless of cost or comfort, and that he found this very exciting. Further, he explained to Susan the issue of trust. “It all comes out to whether a man and woman trust one another,” he said matter-of-factly. “A woman can talk about trusting a man, and even state that she’s willing to demonstrate her trust, but when it comes down to it, it’s only talk.” He continued, “A woman who is willing to suffer for her man, despite pain or discomfort, is literally putting her trust in him.” As she listened to this handsome, gentle man and his explanations, Susan saw the truth inhis words. She felt as if she were being enlightened, like never before. She also, more importantly, understood that this was something she had omitted in every relationship she’d had with every man. Peter continued, “Trust is an interesting issue. Normally, it’s something that must be earned over time. In my instance however, I’m asking for the extraordinary. I’m asking for someone who can trust immediately. I will not abuse the trust, but offer the opportunity to leave immediately, anytime you choose. In other words, at any time you like, you may discontinue the relationship, and I will honor your feelings and you may just leave.” Susan felt herself excited once again. Here was this handsome stranger (though she didn’t feel as though he were) speaking somewhat softly, knowingly, and self-assuredly. He knew exactly what he wanted, and had become unafraid of asking for it. She sensed his warmth and was convinced beyond any doubt that he was sincere. “To be very frank,” Peter continued, “I’ve received six responses to my advertisement. I’ve already spoken with three, you’re number four. I have meetings scheduled with the other two this afternoon. I will confess, that your predecessors left a great deal to be desired. Two were married and the other didn’t appear to be to stable emotionally.” Susan looked at him, wondering what was to come next. “You’re a beautiful woman, who I believe understands me and more importantly, what it is that I am looking for. I would like to cancel the other two appointments, and have dinner with you this evening, so I can explain exactly what it is that I want and expect. I’d definitely like to learn more about you and your expectations, and at some point after our dinner,you may take your time to decide whether this is something you’d like to pursue.” “Of course,” Susan nervously replied, “I think that would be wonderful.” Peter gave her the name of a small Italian restaurant on the outskirts of the city, and explained that he would make the dinner reservations for eight o’clock that evening. With that, he reached across the small table, took Susan’s hand held it up and kissed itlightly. He rose, peeled a bill from his money clip, placed it on the table and said rather quickly but politely, “Goodbye”. Susan sat, her head spinning, idly stirring the coffee she hadn’t drank. A million thoughts raced through her mind, and she realized that her excitement had never left. She was certain that he had read her mind and understood her excitement and embarrassment. She glanced down and again saw that her hardened nipples were pressing their outline through her blouse. She had returned home, and idly milled about her apartment. Unable to watch anything on television, she turned her stereo on and let music fill her home. She tried reading, but was unable to focus on anything other than her anticipation of the dinner date later that evening. As evening approached, she decided that another bath was in order. She filled the tub with piping hot water and scented bath salts. She stepped into the bath, sat and triedto relax however knew her own excitement, and the cure for it. Susan slowly stroked her breasts, her nipples already erect. She slowly moved her right hand from her breast over her stomach and between her legs. She masturbated, eyes closed, imagining herself with Peter, fantasizing things he wanted to do to her. As she prepared for dinner, she again carefully chose her attire. She slipped a sheer pair of satin thong beige panties, carefully adjusting the waistband over he hips. She had laid out a pair of black stockings that she slid slowly over her toes and up her smooth legs. From her closet, she chose a simple black dress with slender shoulder straps and stepped into the garment pulling it up and sliding her arms through the straps. She looked one last time into her mirror, quickly brushed her short blonde hair, turned picked up her purse and keys, turned out the lights, and went outside to meet the taxi she had called. It was just a few minutes before eight when she entered the restaurant, and found Peter in jacket and tie, waiting by the Maitre D’s station. Again a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he spotted Susan entering. ”It’s so good of you to be on time, again.” he smiled. Susan found the remark a bit odd, wondering whether Peter had a promptness fetish, but dismissed the thought. The Maitre D led them to a table in a far corner of the small restaurant. As they arrived at the table, Peter stepped between the Maitre D and gallantly pulled Susan’s chair for her. He moved to the other side and took his seat, smiling and thanking the Maitre D, who turnedand left. “Do you like lasagna?” Peter asked. “Yes, very much.” Susan responded. “They have the very best here, do you mind if I order?” he asked. “Please do,” was all that she could say. The next moment, as if on queue, the waiter approached the table and took Peter’s order, “Lasagna for two, salad, bread, with a bottle of Chianti, please” The waiter wordlessly turned and left. They chatted almost idly as their wine, salads and bread were delivered to their table. Talking about nothing in particular, and almost everything in general. Peter had tasted the wine as it was poured into his glass, nodding his approval, the waiter poured wine for Susan, then filled Peter’s glass, set the bottle on the table and again left. “I suppose that you’re curious about escort uşak how we’re to proceed with this relationship, should we decide to proceed.” Peter said. Susan could only nod. “Why don’t you ask whatever it is that you like, and I’ll be happy to answer whatever questions you may have.” Again, Susan’s mind was racing, there were so many things she wanted to know. She was excited and almost didn’t trust herself to speak. “You talked earlier this afternoon, about pain and suffering,” she started, “would you explain that to me?” “Of course,” he replied. “Have you ever been in a relationship where your lover has tied you?” he asked. “No.” “When you are tied or bound, you are helpless. There is little you can do. You have, in a sense, relinquished all control. You have placed your trust, entirely into another’s hands. But, as I also mentioned before, you have submitted or givenyourself without reservation to that man. At that moment, you’ll find that there is nothing for you to do but submit, and I think that you are a woman who finds that fascinating.” Susan believed in her heart, that this man was reading her mind. He was speaking calmly and matter-of-factly about an enormously exciting proposition. Peter continued, “When I inflict pain upon you, you’ll understand that you are demonstrating with far more than words, your willingness to suffer for me, and I find that to be extraordinarily exciting. Of course,” he went on, “we would use a ‘safe’ code-word, that should it become more than you can stand, we stop immediately, whatever it is thatwe’re doing.” This made perfect sense to the woman, who again found her breathing fast and deep, she felt herself blush and the wetness returned between her legs. Their meal had arrived, Susan realized she had barely eaten her salad and as the steamingdish was placed on the table, Peter reached and served the meal to her. He had a small patient smile on his face, as though he were allowing his words to ‘sink in’. Peter handed Susan’s plate to her then served himself, and finally resumed his conversation. He explained that bondage and discipline was something that he had carefully studied over the past year, and while never actually participating, had gone to private clubs, watching and learning about the practice and better understanding the relationship between a master and slave. As they ate, he explained that there would be times where she would think him to be cruel, but that she would come to appreciate that he would also be very caring. He would not subject her to anything he did not think she would be able to endure, and absolutely under no circumstances would he scar her or cause any permanent injury. All through his commentary, Susan could feel the knot in the pit of her stomach growing. She understood that this was anticipation building within her. She was already convinced that this was a relationship she desired. Moreover, this was a man that she desired to pursue it with. The thought of perversion had never entered her mind, and it was because of this man’s manner and forthright attitude toward the whole matter. They talked again through the meal, she shared with Peter that she was intrigued and in fact, excited about the proposition. As they were preparing to leave, Peter asked for the check. After he paid, they left and stood outside the restaurant. Peter grasped Susan by the shoulders, his eyes burning into her, “What I would like for youto do is take some time. Think this over, after all, it is a very serious consideration, and I want you to decide very firmly, that this is something you want to commit to.Call me with your answer, but not until at least Wednesday. If you need more time than that, use itand call after then, but understand, while you’ll always have the option to walk away from this at any time, I want your commitment to belong to me, to do whatever I please, and do it to the best of your ability at all times.” He asked simply, “Do you understand?” Susan stared back and could only reply, “Yes, I will call you.” With that, he turned and left her standing in front of the restaurant. The remainder of the weekend passed slowly as did the next days after that. Susan was unable to sleep well or eat much. She moped about her apartment and found her thoughts were almost exclusively about her two meetings with Peter. She knew the moment he had left her at the restaurant, what her answer was to be. Nevertheless, she waited, finding the time itself almost to be torture. His words, at the restaurant, were etched indelibly into her mind. “Suffering and pain.” How would she react? She was uncertain, but equally excited. She came to understand that the uncertainty itself was an underlying cause for her excitement. She chose not to masturbate again, and decided that she was going to allow the tension to grow within her, almost as if a gift to this man who had intrigued her so. After what seemed an eternity, Wednesday had come. Susan worked that day and upon her return home, decided to call. She stared at the telephone nervously, not certain of what she would say, but certain of what it was she would tell Peter. She dialed the number, this time it was answered and she recognized his voice. Her attempts at sounding calm and relaxed seemed to be in vain. “Peter, this is Susan,” she started, “I’ve given our conversation a lot of thought, and I have decided to accept your offer.” she almost stammered. “Very good,” came his response. “I’m happy that this is your decision, but I have to ask,” he continued, “are you certain of what you’re saying?” Susan knew that the answer came even before she had considered it, but over the past several days, was convinced more than ever that this was an opportunity she could not resist. “Yes, I have decided very carefully, and I have never been more certain of anything.” “Great,” Peter said, “this Friday is a holiday, do you have to work?” Friday was a holiday, and Susan had a three-day weekend. “No, I am off till Monday.” she answered. “Fine, if you’ll give me your address, I’ll pick you up at six o’clock tomorrow evening.” he said. Susan gave him the information and Peter verified the street number. He then said, “I would like it very much if you would wear the same dress that you wore to the restaurant on Saturday evening.” She agreed, then they ended their conversation. The next day, Susan went through the motions at work, unable to concentrate on much of anything, and thinking constantly of what that evening would bring. She had few conversations with anyone at work, which was all the better, because she feared that whatever she might have said, would make little sense. She arrived home that evening, with little time to bathe, and dress, and had just finished when the doorbell rang. She grabbed her purse and keys and opened the door to find Peter standing on the step. She saw his eyes travel up and down, eyeing her, then he said, “You won’t need that,” indicating her purse, “why don’ you just bring your keys.” She turned and set her purse on the table, then turned out the lights, joined him on the step and locked the door. Silently she followed him to his car. He opened the door and she sat inside. As he opened his door, he held his keys in his hand, but before starting the car, he turned to Susan. He started, “Are you absolutely certain that this is what you want, I mean, are you sure that you want to give yourself to me, to do whatever?” Though the interior of his car was dark, she could see his eyes, staring intently at her, and replied, “Yes, I’m sure.” With that, Peter wordlessly reached in front of Susan, opened the glove box in front of her, and removed something. It was a blindfold with a leather strap that buckled at the back of the wearer’s head. “I want you to lean forward a bit, so I can put this on you,” he said. Susan felt her heart again pounding in her chest, and complied. The leather blindfold was fleece lined, so when it covered her eyes, Susan decided it felt good. She felt Peter reach around her and slightly fumbling, buckled the strap so that it was tight against the back of her head. Peter explained that this was her first act of submission, and that while it wasn’t a secret where he was taking her (he was taking her to his home), he wanted her to experience the uncertainty of where she was and where it was that she was going. As they drove, Peter explained that he had spent the past year preparing a special room in his house for just this very encounter. Susan felt somehow proud, as he explained that she was the first person to see this room, and that this was to be their first experience with this sort of master/slave relationship. It seemed like an eternity, but was more likely only fifteen or twenty minutes, when Susan sensed that they pulled onto a residential street, and she felt the car slow. She sensed that Peter reached to push a button, and as they turned into a drive, she could hear the soft hum of a garage door being automatically opened. The car stopped and she again heard the hum of the garage door opener as it slowly lowered the door. Peter got out and walked around, opening Susan’s door, and taking her arm, guided the blindfolded woman from the door and into the house. Susan felt like lifting the blindfold and looking about the house, but fought the temptation allowing herself to be led, to a door, which was opened for her, then a warning from Peter, “Careful, there uşak escort are about a dozen steps down.” Susan carefully navigated her way behind Peter, down the steps, his hand on her arm all the way, ensuring she didn’t fall or trip. When they arrived at the bottom, he led her across the basement, to another door. She heard it open, then after passing through, close again. Peter led her to the center of the room then released his grip on her arm and moved away from her. She felt herself standing alone in the middle of the room, when she heard him speak from the other side of the room, “Please remove your blindfold.” She did so, feeling the buckle at the back of her head, then tugging the strap to get the slack necessary to release the buckle. Once done, she pulled the blindfold from her eyes, opening them slowly and blinking at the sudden intrusion of the room’s light. She looked around the basement room, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light, and found herself in what for all intents and purposes, was a dungeon. She was taking it all in, when she heard Peter asking, “Once again, I’ll ask you. Do youagree of your own free will to belong to me?” Susan nodded her reply, Peter spoke rather curtly, “You need to answer me aloud, do you agree to give yourself to me? To be used by me, however I like, whenever I like?” Susan found her voice and weakly replied, “Yes, I do.” her voice shaking almost squeaking, and felt her embarrassment at her own nervousness. “I want you to remove all of your jewelry and place it on the table behind you.” Peter spoke. With shaking hands, Susan first unfastened the leather band of her wrist watch, turning slowly and placing it on what appeared to be some sort of wooden bondage table behind her. She turned again and removed the ring on her finger, then slowly moved her hands to her ears removing her earrings. She again turned and placed these on the table along sideher watch. She stood in the middle of the room with her hands at her sides looking at Peter nervously. “I want you to remove your dress now.” Peter said. Susan could see him intently staring at her and was certain he noticed her shaking hands as she reached behind herself to slide the zipper at the back of her dress down. Once opened at the back, her hands drifted to her shoulders where the tips of her fingers brushed the straps of her dress over her shoulders. Shrugging almost imperceptibly, the dress fell from her upper body and she caught it neatly at her waist, stooping slightly as she lowered it to the floor. Stepping from her dress, Susan picked it up and placed it on the table behind her. She turned standing in front of Peter with only panties, stockings, and heels. “Now, the panties.” was Peter’s next command. Susan hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her silken thong panties at either hip and pulled them over her hips, again bending to lower them to the floor. Stepping lightly from them, she turned and placed these on the table along with her jewelry and dress. For more than a minute, Peter said nothing. Susan nervously moved her arms from her sides to attempt to cover her breasts. “No,” came an instant command. “You are never to cover yourself, or attempt to hide any part of your body from me.” Peter commanded.She quickly lowered her arms and shifted nervously in her high-heeled shoes. She watched anxiously as he moved to a cupboard along one wall of the room, and removed something from it. As he approached her, she could see leather straps in his hands. He moved next to her, setting all but one of the straps on the table behind her, then taking her by the right wrist, he lifted her hand and fitted the fleece-lined leather strap around her wrist, buckling it securely. Susan smelled the new leather in the room and noted that it was mixed with the aroma of rubber. She glanced nervously about and noticed the various items hanging from the wall. Peter moved quickly and placed the second wrist cuff around her left wrist. Kneeling, Peter had fastened each ankle cuff just above the ankle one each of Susan’s legs. She shifted slightly, trying to accommodate his efforts. Susan moved her legs as he bent to his task. “No,” he chastised, “I want you to remain perfectly still, unless I tell you otherwise.” Susan felt the fleece-lined ankle cuffs fastened tightly to each leg then watched as Peter rose. He took her by the arm and guided her a few feet, then releasing her, moved to some sort of electrical control panel on the wall. Operating a switch, Susan heard the hum of an electric motor above her, and looking up, noticed that a chain was being lowered just in front of her face. Once the end of the chain had been lowered to eye level, Peter again operated the switch, stopping the hoist. He moved again to the cupboard and removed something again. As he moved to Susan, she noted that he had some metal objects in his hand, and as he stopped next to her, she saw that they were carabiner clips. Again, Peter knelt in front of Susan, placing all but one of the clips on the floor in front of her. He quickly inserted the metal ring, sewn into her left ankle cuff into the carabiner clip then tugging her foot to the side, fed a metal ring embedded into the floor through the clip, effectively fastening the ankle cuff to the ring in the floor. She looked nervously down as he picked up a second clip and repeated this process with her right ankle cuff, again tugging at her leg, as if beckoning her to spread her legs widely in order to enable him to fasten the cuff of this ankle to another ring set in the floor. Peter picked up the remaining clips, and Susan stood awkwardly with her feet a little more than shoulder-width apart, on her high heels. Peter took Susan’s wrist and fastened the first clip through her left wrist cuff then fastened the clip through the last link on the chain suspended before her. He repeated the process with her right wrist, and moved away. Susan watched with excitement and suspense as he moved again to the control box on the wall and operating the switch, she felt her arms being involuntarily raised as the hoist lifted the chain upward. In a moment, Susan felt her arms being pulled upward, and looked up as they approached her maximum reach. Peter stopped the hoist only after Susan’s arms were fully extended above her head and slightly lifting a small portion of her weight from her feet. She watched anxiously as Peter moved once again to the cupboard and moved toward her with another leather object. He stopped at the table and picked up something else from the table then moved in front of this helpless woman. Susan looked down and saw that Peter had a leather strap, and had also retrieved her panties from the table where she had placedthem. She found her gaze affixed to his hands as he slowly folded the panties over, then over again. Once the silk panties were but a small wad of cloth, he spoke, “Open your mouth for me.” She first tried to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat, then complied, opening her mouth widely. Peter looked in her eyes, and as he placed the wadded panties between her lips said, “I couldn’t help but notice that these were a bit damp. It isn’t because your somewhat excited, is it?” The helplessly bound woman could feel her face heat up with the blush of her embarrassment, and looked down as she felt the cloth being forced into her mouth. She could taste her aroma in the panties, and found herself unable to respond either verbally or otherwise to his question. Once the panties were in Susan’s mouth, Peter instructed her to keep her mouth open, then forced the bit of the leather gag between her lips and teeth. The bit held the panties in her mouth, and forced her to remain open. He reached behind her head and tightly fastened the buckle of gag straps behind her head. Once finished, Peter took only a half step back. Raising his hands, he lightly stroked Susan’s taught arms with the backs of his fingers. This brought goose bumps to her flesh and had she not been gagged, more likely than not, a moan from her lips. He moved to her underarms, which she had thankfully kept closely shaved. He stroked this area under each arm for some time with the tips of his fingers, as if exploring a seldom seen area of her now vulnerable body. After a few moments, Peter turned his attention to his victim’s breasts. Softly circling the smallish mounds with his fingertips, the slowly taking each into his hands and lifting them softly, as if measuring their heft. Susan was becoming ever more and more aware of the helplessness of her situation, as all she could do was to look into Peter’s eyes as he stared back into hers. She felt one hand move from her breast over her flat stomach, then lower. His fingertips brushed through her pubic hair, then a single finger found her sex. She knew that Peter was about to discover first-handedly her wet excitement at this predicament, once his finger parted the lips. She again felt the heat of embarrassment in her face, and closed her eyes, not able to look at him any longer. “You are excited, aren’t you?” he said somewhat mockingly, as his single finger slid quickly and easily between her vulva. Susan opened her eyes when Peter had suddenly and rather unexpectedly removed both hands. She watched him step further back, then listened as he explained that he was leaving her for alone for awhile, so that he could ‘change into something more comfortable.’ “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon,” he said. Susan could detect a sparkle in his eyes as he said this, and wondered what was to come next. She watched helplessly as he moved to the door and left the room, closing it behind him. This was her predicament.

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I cheated on my husbandIt was about two years into the marriage. I was very frustrated. its a wierd story because of who it was that fucked me. It was the the same person who took my virginity. It was my step dad who I lived with for over a year. It all started years back. He was quite the bachelor. every weekend he would have his whore girlfriend over and fucked her late at night. I could hear it from my room.The moaning and the begging for his cum i have to admit made me curious one night and i have to admit i wanted to see what they were up to. It was a summer night and i heard his door closed…i knew he was going to get busy. I snuck out the window and walked over to the masterbedroom window. the lamp light was on next to the bed so i had a view through the blinds. The he was completey naked with that whore in her thong. She was licking on his dick and balls. His balls were so big…i couldnt help but notice i was getting wet. What is wrong with me? I could stop watching. I watched his several nights and began thinking about it throughout the day.It was soon that his behavior changed…He started complementing urfa escort me more telling me i was beautiful. It moved on to massages and gentle kisses on the cheek. I never resisted. The thoughts were there and more persistant. I starting wearing short shorts and tank tops. I ditched the brah and underwear. He noticed me on the coach and came over to kiss me one day from behind me. I know he looked down my shirt and saw my cute c cup breasts. This time he noticed my nipples get hard. He walked away and went up stairs to shower. I started fingering my little pussy…i was so wet.He walked in suddenly and i quickly pulled my fingers out. He sat next to me with just his shorts on and told me he knew that ive been watching him at night when he was banging Shelly. he then removed his shorts and told me I could play with his dick. i grabbed his 6 inch cock with one hand and his balls with the other and stroked him. meanwhile he was playing with my tits I was getting real wet again and began to suck him. I remember feeling his fat fingers go into my pussy as i sucked him. the more he fingered escort urfa me the harder i sucked. in a few minutes he blew his load in my mouth.It was so much cum it spilled out of my mouth all over his dick. It felt like a dozen squirts hitting the back of my throat. I started coughing after getting choked. He pulled me up and asked if i was okay. I nodded so he went to go clean himself. Wow i remember thinking…Everything changed. I was distant that day. But that night thoughts came back. It was a weekday and shelly was not there. I got completely naked and walked into his room as he was laying in bed. when i laid down next to him he woke up and starting kissing me. That night I took my first cock laying on my back legs spread. I remember it being a slow and compassionate fuck. I felt his cock thicken as he breathed more heavily. He tried to pull out but i told him i wanted it inside. He came hard as he held me.this continued for a while. I have to admit i was jealous when he fucked shelly those nights. Before long he convinced me to get my tongue pierced and eventually my tramp stamp. I did urfa escort bayan everything i could to please him. I became his slut. He would dump his cum in me on a regular basis. He made sure i was on birth control so he could keep usiung me as a cum dump. Eventually i moved out but i would meet up for fucking. I fucked some guys after that but none of it was the same. I noticed i favored older guys…guys that looked like him. Short greyish black hair and construction build with a slight pot belly. I met my husband later and we really clicked. He always fucked good and was quite the pervert. I stayed faithful to him until about the 2 year mark. I went to go visit my step dad for drinks. I should have known better. after a few drinks i was bent over taking his cock and cum right up my pussy.”youll always be daddy’s whore”. I loved being talked to like that. I felt a little guilty after that. My husband wouldnt understand and if he knew what would he think? fucking my step dad may be too much for him. I kept it secret but i still went back. I finally admitted it to him and he came forward about the cuck fantasies. I remember his reaction…:”you are such a whore…but i can’t get made…honestly it turns me on.” My husband wanted to see it…I sent him pictures and then shared a quick video. He was really turned on…what can i say?

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