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I had known Rodney ever since I moved into my house about 10 years ago. Rodney is my best friend’s (Tyler) older brother and Jason’s oldest son (step-son). Through the years of growing up with him, he seemed like a nice guy and was the oldest out of the neighborhood so he was like a protector to us who were younger if we ever needed a help from jerks. He considered me a friend but we never really hung out at all for me to be one of his good friends but he still enjoyed seeing me around. Once he reached the age of 18, he went into the marines and came back home a year later when things seemed to change a little. Rodney seemed to be as friendly as usual but he started to keep more to himself and locked up in his room at his parents house. After Tyler and I decided to stay home and go to college, Rodney really started to change. He stopped smiling after the summer had hit and always looked so down all the time. Tyler was even telling me that Rodney would rarely wrestle with Tyler and when he did, Tyler always seemed to end up hurt in the end. I couldn’t really understand was what going on with Rodney, until one night in July.

I was over at Tyler’s house, trying to get some help with once of my classes from Tyler when I just finally gave up on trying.

“Ugh! I’m never gonna get this, it’s so fucking hard!” I explained.

“Just relax” Tyler assured me. “Let’s play some zombies to chill out and then get back to this later.”

“It’s kinda late don’t you think for us to break for some time and then come back” I questioned. “By the time we do, it will be about 1 in the morning and I know my parents aren’t going to enjoy opening the door for me at that time.

“Why don’t you stay at my house then for tonight?” Tyler asked me. “So you don’t have to go home and we can come back to study later on tonight.”

“Sounds like a good idea but only if you got some extra blankets” I told him.

“Well duh” he said to me in a stupid tone.

I just rolled my eyes at him and smiled as I leaned back on the floor to stretch. Tyler started up his PS3 and we played a match of zombies which took about and hour and a half when Tyler decided it was time to get some rest. I made my bed on the floor and I closed my eyes to sleep when I thought I heard something through the floor. It sounded like Jason was getting himself off again and there were a few muffled cries. I was wondering what was going on down there but I was so tired I feel asleep.

The next morning, Tyler and I have walked downstairs to join Rodney and Jason at the table for breakfast. Rodney was wearing only his pajama bottoms and Jason was wearing boxers. Usually, Jason wouldn’t be allowed to wear just boxers at the table but since his wife was away at her sister’s house in Colorado, Jason was suppose to stay with Tyler and Rodney until she would return a few days later. Rodney just looked down at his breakfast while he ate and Jason kept smiling at Rodney before noticing Tyler and I were downstairs. Once Jason did notice, he greeted Tyler and I happily.

“Hey you guys, how’d you sleep last night?” Jason asked.

“I slept fine” Tyler answered.

“I had an okay dream too but I could have sworn I heard something weird” I answered.

Rodney slowly started to lean towards his plate a little bit more so no one could see his face.

“Like what?” Jason asked.

“I could have sworn I had heard somebody muffled and they were crying for help” I explained.

“You sure it wasn’t a dream?” Jason had asked me a little insecure.

At that moment I could feel Rodney staring over at me and Jason was trying to give me a hint to stop talking. Tyler doesn’t know I had sex with his dad 3 times in the past month and neither does Rodney. I knew Jason has sex with Rodney a lot and something was going on between Rodney and Jason so in order to keep everything low, I lied and said “Yeah, I think it was.”

Tyler was too busy stuffing his face to know what was going on so I continued to stare down at the cracks in between the pieces of wood that made the table, Jason eased up and sipped his coffee and I could feel Rodney was staring at me. I glanced over at him to see a tear roll down his face. I felt sad for Rodney but I didn’t really know why. Rodney got up from the table and scrapped his food into the trash.

“Why are you wasting food for?” Tyler asked him since Rodney still had a lot of food on his plate.

“I’m not hungry” Rodney mumbled.

Rodney cleared his plate and put it into the sink before sulking downstairs into his room. A little while later he came back up being dressed and grabbed his car keys before Jason stopped him, while he was still in his boxers.

“Where are you going Rodney?” Jason asked kindly.

“I’m going out” he responded in a slightly aggravated tone and with that, he got in his car and left.

Tyler had left shortly after for work and I was about to leave when Jason had stopped me.

“It looks like we’re alone again” he started off seductively, “Want to do it while they’re gone?”

“I’m bayrampaşa escort not sure Jason” I told him. “I do need to study and I’m pretty sure my parents saw them both leave. They’ll think it’s weird that I’m here without them.”

“Don’t worry about your parents, they aren’t home and plus you are 19, you can make your own decisions. Plus you know you want my big dick again” Jason explained as he started to take off my shirt.

I was still unsure about having Jason fucking me again because I wanted to know what happened last night but before I knew it, Jason was carrying me up stairs over his shoulder, about to have his way with me again. I did want him again but I felt it was a little too soon.

That night, I chose to stay at Tyler’s again in order to snoop around Rodney’s room for clues on why he was so upset today. Luckily for me, Tyler had stayed at work because he had to work 3rd shift to cover for someone so it was me and Jason left at Tyler’s house for the time being. It was about midnight and Rodney was still gone so I was starting to worry about him a little. I had started to snoop around in his room when I had moved out his giant cardboard cut-out of Michael Jordan and I found some crumpled up duck-tape and a ball gag all balled up together. I was surprised to find what I did but I kept looking around. I found some magazines of naked guys in them hidden under his bed and I found some D.V.D.’s hidden at the bottom of his drawers. I looked through his trash to find a whole bunch of crumpled papers written all over them that Rodney hated himself and was so confused and didn’t want Jason to keep “hurting” him. I felt so bad for Rodney because it seemed to me that Jason must have “raped” him last night and many times before. Just at that, I heard Rodney’s car pull up and I quickly put all of the evidence back to where it was. Rodney had entered the house but he must have been buzzed because by the sound of him walking, he stumbled a little. I knew I was trapped because I couldn’t run back upstairs or Rodney would have caught me so I decided to hide behind the giant cut-out because the back side wasn’t there. Rodney came down the stairs after I hid and came into his room. He tore of his clothes and slipped on his slippers and went back upstairs naked for a moment. Luckily for him, Jason was in bed.

He came back down with some toilet paper and sat down on his bed, grabbed a remote and flipped on the television. He then turned on a gay porno and started to jack off with some tears rolling down his face. I had never seen Rodney naked before just like I never seen Jason naked until last month. He was skinny but a little muscular. His body was nice and sexy, just like Jason’s and he had a nice dick. It had to be about the size of mine and was about an average thickness of a normal cock. I started to become horny watching him masturbate and he started to moan a little.

“Oh…ahh!” Rodney moaned softly.

After some time into the porno, he wrapped his hand around his shaft and continued to move his hand even faster. Back on the porno, one guy was on all fours in doggy style position and was grabbing the sheets on the bed while his buddy just pulled his huge dick out of him and took off the condom. There was still lube on his dick from before he had slipped the condom on and he had spread apart his friend’s cheeks, exposing his asshole. The guy with the huge dick started to slide his dick up and down the other guy’s ass, like he was still fucking him and the other guy was enjoying it. The guy gliding his dick up and down his buddy’s asshole seemed to start and tense up. He stopped gliding his cock and had his friend lay back on the bed. The huge dick dude came over to his buddy’s lips while stroking himself off and commanded his buddy to obey him.

“Show me your tongue” the dude commanded.

His friend opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. The big dick dude held onto his friend’s short black hair and had control of his friend’s head. He moved his head back so his friend’s face was up. The guy with a huge cock started to cum all over his buddy’s tongue, mouth and chin. Pearly white cum came out and his friend started to suck his dick again slowly, to get all of the cum.

Rodney started to beat himself off as fast as he could and he started to moan a little bit more but he sounded a little aggravated while he was. Another tear rolled down his face as he looked at his dick while he was beating it.

“AHH! Oh shit!- I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Rodney started to yell.

I seen Rodney reach over for something along his shelf but I couldn’t see because a stand was blocking my view. He turned towards whatever he grabbed which cut off part of my vision so I couldn’t see what he was jerking off too. I heard him start to moan and I was guessing his was starting to shoot his load by his facial expressions and his moaning.

“Ah! AHHHH!! OH MY GOSH!! AHHHHHHH!!!” Rodney yelled.

Rodney shot off his load in the corner I guess beykoz escort and he put back whatever he had in his hand and he turned back to the T.V.. He took the toilet paper he had and he wiped away some tears rolling down his face and then he began to cry. He still had some sperm on his hands but he didn’t really care since he moved his hands to his eyes and he got cum in them. I was really confused but I felt I wanted to come out of hiding and comfort him. I held myself back from it as I watched him cry to himself. After a few minutes, he left his room and turned on a light on a little further back from behind his bedroom curtain in the basement. He really didn’t have a door so it was the only light that I could have used to see for now unless he turned on another light. Rodney had went back upstairs with tears in his eyes and his buzz must have worn off because he sounded like he was walking normally upstairs. I wanted to help him on whatever he needed help with so I came out of hiding and had a plan for when he arrived back down. I was looking around like I was before, pretending to try to find some clues like before when I heard him come back down. When he came in, he was startled but starting to yell at me.

“Clay! What are you doing down here?!” he screamed at me. “Why aren’t you back home where you belong?!”

I got up and looked back at him and started to act embarrassed like he caught me.

“Sorry for snooping down here Rodney” I started off. “It’s a little hard for me to explain. You see, when I…at breakfast…well…what I heard last night…ohh…”

Rodney just glared at me as his eyes started to tear up again. Rodney started to cry to himself as I stood a few feet away from. I started to feel bad again so I walked over and tried to comfort him.

“It’s okay Rodney. Go ahead and cry about whatever you have to. It will be alright man. What’s troubling you?” I asked.

Rodney hugged me tightly since I was close enough to him and he balled his eyes out on my shoulder. It was a little weird to me since he was naked and I was clothed but I couldn’t really be a begger and a choser at the same time. Plus I started to enjoy it because I started to become horny but Rodney didn’t realize because he was too upset.

“Go ahead Rodney, let it all out” I said to him calmly while I patted him on the back.

“You-were-right-about-last-night!” Rodney told me through sobs.

“What happened?” I asked him. “Were you the one crying…through muffling?”

“Yes!” Rodney said. “I was-tied-up-last night. Jason wanted to have sex but-I didn’t want to. But he didn’t-care!!”

Rodney started to sob again while I tried to calm him down.

“It’s alright buddy. You can overcome this! It only happened once right?” I said.

“NO!!” Rodney told me in tears. “It’s been happening for a while!”

“What?!” I said in shock. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

“It’s true! Jason-has-raped me-multiple times-before!” Rodney explained.

“When did this all start” I asked him.

“It all happened when-I wen off-to the marines” Rodney started off.

“What happened there?” I asked.

Rodney had settled down some and looked me in the eyes, telling me his story while he still held on to me tightly. He was really close to my face, like he was wanting to kiss me.

“A few months after I left, I had went off to the showers after a long day of training. I was running late so it was just me and a group of 4 or 5 other guys. We were all showering together when one of them had bummed into me, making me literally drop my soap. I didn’t dare to bend down and pick it up so next they tried to force me over. These guys were gay but had passed inside the marines as straight men though. They all jumped me at once and knocked me out for a second. Next thing I knew, I was being held on my knees in front of one of them. They all took turns after that forcing their cocks into my mouth and ass and then showering me in cum. Word had spread afterwards and I became the military bitch. Some days I had friends save me but when they were called to do some training other times, I was usually surround by the same group. The sad part is the group got bigger and bigger. Eventually it grew to the size of 25 recruits. Other small groups tried to take me but I took them out myself. I wanted to report it to the-captins but-I knew the rules that-if-I did…I would-get…kicked-out-with-the rest of them for-committing-a-homosexual act-in-the-marines!” Rodney finished as he held me tightly again and started to cry.

I hugged Rodney tightly again to let him know I was there for him as he cried on my shoulders.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you in the marines” I told him. “Have you tried therapy? What does that have to with Jason though too?”

“No, I haven’t been to any therapy places around town…and…Jason has everything to do with it!” Rodney explained.

He lifted up his head again and looked into my eyes again and continued to explain how Jason beyşehir escort was involved.

“After I returned home, I tried to solve it on my own for about 2 months. It through my sexuality off and I didn’t know how to deal with it. I tried to tell Tyler about it but he just called me a “faggot” and continued to ignore me on the subject whenever I needed someone to listen. I told my mom and Jason at the same time and they both tried to help me…or what Jason lied about. The night after I told them, my mom had went to bed early so I was left alone with Jason still awake. He asked for me to come upstairs because he wanted to talk. He had me sit down next to him on the couch and wanted for me to tell him how I felt being “dominated” by other men. I told him that I hated it and I started to think he was either gay or bi and he got turned on by hearing it. I seen him rub his dick through his pants and I called him a creep for enjoying it. I got up to leave when he grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap to sit on him. He started to kiss me up and down my neck which made me freak so I tried to get away from him and fight him off when he got the better of me. He had some duck-tape nearby and taped my arms to my body so I couldn’t escape. He carried me out to his truck and threw me on the seats before he got in and drove off. I couldn’t see where he was taking me since I was on the floor but it seemed to be like a long drive away in the woods. He got out after we were in the middle of no where and carried me into a cabin in the woods. He had a single bed in there, a small T.V., a desk, and then he had some ropes tied to the ceiling, side walls, and floor. He tied me up in the rope and ripped of my clothes so it would be less of a struggle to have his way with me. I tried screaming so he put a ball gag in my mouth. He had taken off his clothes while rubbing himself and his dick started to get hard. He took the ball gag out of my mouth, grabbed me by the chin, and he started to make out with me while rubbing my body. He did so many things to me that night and he stole my virginity, I’ve never been the same since. And now almost every night, when no one is home, he makes me be willing for him to fuck me and want his big, juicy dick. Too bad you haven’t seen it” Rodney said a little bit encouraged.

I blushed a little since I have seen it before but Rodney doesn’t know that. He wipped his tears away and kept talking to me.

“But on some nights, when everyone is home, like last night, or when I don’t want it, he ties me up does whatever he wants and rapes me!” Rodney said starting to tear up again.

“Why don’t you ever tell your mom?” I asked him.

“Because if I do, Jason will never be forgiven and he promised me that after that happened, he will take me out one final time and rape me to death!” Rodney explained crying. “He’ll probably gag me to death by choking on his huge dick since it can get stuck in my throat” he said to himself.

I remembered what it was like for Jason to gag me on his dick and it was horrible, I felt like I was gonna choke to death.

“I hated Jason deeply ever since then and I wish I could get away from him but I know that if I ever try to run, he’s got friends that will drag me back here and it would be my last day of light that I would ever see” Rodney told me.

Rodney went back to sobbing on my shoulder as I thought to myself. All of this time, I thought Jason was a nice guy. But this, this was so evil and should never happen to anyone.

“I’m so confused on what love is. Jason tells me he loves me but I can’t tell whenever he means it or I’m pleasing him. I feel like I can never find out” Rodney said to me.

At that moment, I pulled Rodney’s head off of my shoulder and had him look me in the eye.

“Rodney, listen to me. There is someone out there who is right for you. And whenever you have sex, there is a gentle way and people mean it when they love you. I love you Rodney. You’re a good buddy of mine, even though we don’t get to hang out much but I can’t stand to watch this happen to you, I want to help you” I told him, deep from my heart.

I almost started to cry and Rodney held me as I let some tears roll away from my eyes.

“I wouldn’t want to lose you dude. You deserve better and I don’t want you to feel alone on this. I’ll be here to help you as much as possible, okay?” I asked.

“Yeah Clay, please help me” Rodney told me.

“I love you Rodney” I told him staring into his eyes.

“I…I love you too Clay” Rodney began to tell me.

I could feel his heart start to race along with mine and we sort of fell into a trance. We leaned forward towards each other, still clinging to one another and we kissed softly.

We held each other still and the kiss was slow. After we kissed, I pulled back slowly and we started into each others eyes. We went back to kissing each other slowly. Rodney started to rub my pecks while I moved my hands down his side and then to his dicks. He cock was soft again so I slowly started to jerk him off to get him rock hard while he slowly rubbed my crotch, getting my dick hard. He started to kiss my neck as I moaned softly while rubbing my junk and then he hugged me around the neck while climbing me a little to kiss and tickle my ear. He went back to kiss my neck while rotating me towards his bed.

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First, I would like to thank CopperSkink for the time and effort he put into editing this story. At times his comments were brutally honest, but they were always helpful and I believe they improved the story immeasurably. Any errors of style, syntax or anything else one might find wrong with the story are clearly the fault of the author.

‘Reciprocity’ represents a loose continuation of a previous story of mine submitted at Literotica titled ‘The Tent.’

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My time with Mike and Danny lasted about a year. It was fun and exciting, but our lives were on completely divergent paths. I was going to college and getting a degree in biology while they continued to live and work in the same area they had grown up in and did not seem at all interested in ever leaving. It was not long before our mutual interests, at least those outside of sex, became narrower and less well-defined. Eventually my visits back home became more infrequent and as such we gradually fell out of contact.

I graduated with my biology degree in the early 80s, and was able to land a job with an environmental firm. On temporary assignment in one of the mountainous western states in the US, I was to be working with three other guys. Two of them were a little older than me and married; and the other guy, named Carl, was about my age. The company rented two small houses for us that summer in a small mining town and allotted us a daily per-diem for meals. Given that Carl and I were unmarried and younger, we shared one of the houses while the two married guys shared the other.

It was shaping up to be a fine summer. The only drawback was that there were few opportunities for a social life in the town where I was stationed. I was not sure how the older guys were able to stand being away from their wives for weeks on end because I know Carl and I were having a having a difficult time without companionship. It was particularly hard on Carl who was also trying to keep up a long-distance relationship with his girlfriend.

It was toward the end of my first month that events changed. On one particular day I was supposed to collect various insects from a ten-by-ten-meter grid that was located down slope from the proposed mine site. Carl was doing the same in another grid about five hundred yards west of me. The other two guys were off collecting water samples and fish specimens miles from our location. I was about ready to start collecting when I realized that I hadn’t brought enough sample vials. I knew there were more vials back in the truck, but it was parked a good mile away. I really didn’t feel like slugging up hill most of the way to get more vials, so I headed toward Carl’s location, hoping that he had enough extras to spare.

It did not take long before I spotted Carl in a small clearing, leaning against a tree with his eyes closed. I figured he had a hangover from last night and was trying to sleep it off. I crept a little closer with the intention of giving him a good scare, when I realized that Carl was not sleeping, but jerking off.

Carl was a bit shorter than me and about ten pounds lighter, which gave him a wiry to almost frail appearance. He had closely cropped brown hair, cut, I suspect, to mask the patterned baldness that was beginning to form along the front margins of his head. He had an inverted triangle-shaped face with large brown eyes and a proportionately smallish mouth, both of which gave him an impish quality when he smiled. He was squatting in a catcher’s position, knees apart and with his pants and underwear down around his ankles. I could clearly see his erection, which was about my size in length but a little thicker around the shaft. His pubic hair, which extended well up onto his stomach, was also thin like the top of his head, and a slightly lighter shade of brown.

I got a hard-on immediately, but not because Carl, who was a fairly attractive guy, was masturbating out in the open and seemingly unconcerned about what was going on around him; no, what really turned me on was the way he was jerking off. The best way to describe it was that he was caressing himself, and in a sense making love to himself. Slowly and gently he moved his fingers and hands around his whole body, first running a finger or two up and down his shaft, then shifting his attention to his scrotum, and then gently rubbing the interior of his thighs or buttocks. Every now and again I saw him swirl his finger around the tip of his cock, and most likely using that small drop of clear fluid to increase both his lubrication and pleasure. This was not the act of someone trying to quickly release built-up sexual tension, but instead it was the actions of a person trying to prolong his own self-enjoyment. This was something I had done to myself on many occasions, and watching Carl now I got the distinct impression that he, like me, had experienced homosexuality, or at the very least had fantasized about sex with a guy.

My cock was pressing hard against my jeans. I could not stand passively by any longer. This was probably going to be my best opportunity to have some type of human sexual contact this summer. ataşehir escort I deliberated for only a few moments before stepping out into the clearing and saying, “That looks like fun. Mind if I join you?”

I do not think Carl actually heard what I said, but the look of surprise he had almost made me burst out laughing. He started to stand up, but when he realized that in so doing he would have fully exposed himself to me, he quickly squatted back down on his haunches. The quick up-and-down movements with his feet confined by his pants caused him to rock awkwardly and fall forward, kneeling. He tried to pull his pants up from the kneeling position, but all he accomplished doing was to comically stretch his underwear up in a vain attempt to cover himself.

The whole time he was fumbling around with his pants he kept repeating, “Fuck, this is embarrassing,” and “Don’t you make any fucking sound when you’re walking through the fucking woods?”

I laughed at his embarrassment, and said, “Sorry, but I needed some more vials, and I thought you might have some extras.”

“Vile,” Carl responded with a hint of animosity in his voice, “What’s vile about it?”

I laughed even harder as I tried to make myself clearer, “Not vile, you moron, vials, as in ‘sample vials’. Do you have any extras?”

Carl paused for a moment and looked at me as if he still did not understand the question.

“Carl,” I said trying to snap him out of his apparent trance.

Carl finally responded, “What did you just say?”

“I said, ‘do you have any extra sample vials?'”

Carl shook his head, “No, before that.”

It was finally starting to register to him what may be transpiring between us. Even though I wanted to repeat my initial observation and request to join in, for some reason I felt I needed to play it coy, “I’m not sure why you’re embarrassed. Guys jerk off all the time. Shit, what with the lack of available women in this town, all we can do is jerk off.”

Carl was thinking about what I had said, and either absentmindedly or on purpose, had stood up without pulling his pants up. Even after the initial awkwardness of the situation and the amount of time that had passed since I had made my presence known, he still had a raging hard-on, and was no longer concerned about covering up. I thought this was a sure sign that he liked the idea of masturbating in front of each other. I was wrong.

“So, I’m horny, and I can see you’re horny. You want to jerk off together?” I asked again as I put my hand on my belt buckle.

Carl got a stunned look on his face, and only stared back at me. It was as if he were doing some mental calculus about the pros and cons of my suggestion. Suddenly he looked down at himself and realized that his pants were still down around his ankles. Seeing that his cock was still sticking straight out and pointing at me, he quickly reached down and pulled his pants up in one fluid motion, and exclaimed, “No! What the fuck do…”

I started to laugh as if I was joking about the whole incident. Carl’s face visibly lightened up, and an embarrassed smile passed across his lips as he said, “You fucker, you had me going for a minute there.”

I was relieved that I dodged a potentially embarrassing bullet, but I was disappointed none the less. I continued to laugh and joke with him about the incident. Finally, Carl got serious again and asked, “John, you’re going to keep this to yourself, aren’t you?”

I didn’t answer, but instead started to walk away from him and in the direction of the truck. Over my shoulder I yelled back, “I need to get more sample vials. See you at dinner. If you need me for anything, I’m working just to the east of you.”

For the rest of the day I kept going over the whole incident in my head, and getting more frustrated and angry with myself that I had either handled the situation badly or that I had gotten the signals totally crossed. Would it have been better if I had just watched in silence and use the information later if another opportunity presented itself? No, I told myself, those situations demanded striking when the iron was hot. Could I have said or done things differently once I made my presence known? That was an unknown. I kept running different scenarios around in head, but none of them sounded any better to me at the time. I really could not think of anything I could have done better, so I resigned myself into thinking that if Carl had fantasized about sex with another guy, he just was not ready for it as yet. Maybe he’d never be ready.

At dinner with the other two guys, Carl was unusually quiet; and as each of us recounted what we had done that day, Carl kept giving me worried, side-long glances. I suspected he was nervous that I might reveal his morning indiscretions to the other guys given that I did not answer his final question about staying silent. I smiled to myself, thinking about his worried state, and was partially satisfied that someone else’s mind was working overtime. However, once he figured out I was not going to tell on him, he started to relax and became his normal, avcılar escort jovial self. I, on the other hand, was still frustrated. So much so that when dinner was over I declined Carl’s offer to go to the bars.

He got a worried look on his face when I told him this, and he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said, “Tomorrows Friday and I just want to get an early start and get stuff done before the weekend. I don’t want to be too foggy from staying out late.”

It was a lie, of course. I really just wanted to get back to the house and relive my frustration.

Carl thought for a moment, and then asked, “Well if you’re not going out there’s no point in me, either. I’ll just come back with you. Besides, I need to talk.”

Great, he wants to make sure I don’t tell anyone about what he was doing. I felt half inclined to tell him right there not to worry about it so that he would go off to the bars by himself so I could masturbate in peace, but I decided to wait until we got back to the house. I just hoped he didn’t want to spend hours talking about it incessantly.

Once we got back to the house, I got a beer, sat down in the living room, and asked, “Okay, what’s the problem?”

“No problem really; I just wanted to thank you for not telling the others what you saw.”

I smiled weakly at him and said, “Like I said to you this morning, it’s no big deal. Everyone does it, and now and again everyone gets caught doing it. It’s forgotten.”

I thought about my own personal history, and started to laugh, “The same thing happened to me, but I think I was in eighth grade. A guy who I thought was a friend walked in on me just as I was shooting my load; embarrassing as hell. I thought my life was over right then and there.”

“So what happened?” asked Carl as he leaned toward me.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “About what you’d expect. Rumors spread throughout the school, and I was the butt of a lot of jokes. This went on for a few weeks I think, but then I realized something: almost all of the kids I cared about and who really cared about me really didn’t give a crap what I had done. So I got over it. And you know what the funny thing is? That the asshole who tried to make my life hell is now selling shitty carpets in some shitty little store somewhere. So who do you think is more embarrassed about their lives: me, who as a kid got caught doing something everyone does; or the asshole, who at this moment has to try and sell carpet to the very people he used to look down his nose at in school? The last laugh is indeed the best.”

After I revealed my own embarrassing history, I see Carl take on a more relaxed demeanor. I was also getting over frustration earlier although I was still horny. Images from this morning continued to invade my consciousness, and they were putting my cock in a constant state of readiness.

We got a couple more beers and continued to talk about the events in our past. This was probably the first time Carl and I talked about anything other than work-related stuff, and I was surprised to find we had done a lot of similar things. We seemed to have the same taste in women, we had similar friends in college, and we even had similar dorm-mates in our first year. Eventually, our conversation returned to the events that occurred earlier in the day.

“I’m still trying to figure out how you were able to sneak up on me without me hearing,” he asked shaking his head to emphasis his wonderment.

I laughed at his question before answering, “I didn’t, quote-unquote, ‘sneak up on you’. I walked toward you as I normally would. It’s just that you were so into yourself that you didn’t hear me.”

Carl nodded his head in agreement and laughed, “I can’t deny that fact. Fuck, I was horny. Stupid of me too since I knew you were working close. And then you pop out of the woods. I just about crapped myself.”

We both started laughing uproariously as I recounted the startled look he gave me and the clumsy dance he performed as he was trying to put on his clothes without standing up.

“Yeah, you fucker,” Carl continued with a sarcastic grin, “The whole time you’re laughing at me, and I don’t know what I should do or what’s going to happen. I kept thinking about the nightmare of high school and all.” He paused for a moment as if in thought, and then added, “And then to top it all off, you made that joke about joining in.”

“Was it?” I asked with a smile.

Carl stopped laughing and stared at me as if he did not understand the question. I waited for him to respond, but when he didn’t, I continued, “Truth be told, Carl, I watched you for some time as you played with yourself. It was a real turn-on.”

I paused again, waiting for him, but he just sat in his chair, staring at the floor. I could see that the wheels in his mind were turning as if he were trying to decide if I was serious or if I was just pulling his leg again. Finally he said, “I…I’m not sure what to say.”

I smiled sympathetically and said, “You don’t have to say anything. I’m just being honest, and to continue along honesty’s alanya escort path I need to say that I wished I had done things a little differently.”

“Differently, how?” he asked.

“Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have asked. Maybe I should have just dropped my pants and started feeling myself in front of you. Maybe that would have eased your fears.”

Carl still didn’t say or do anything. I was starting to wonder if I was barking up the wrong tree. Maybe he really wasn’t into guys but was too nice to come out and tell me. Or maybe I was being too coy, not making my intentions clear. My frustration was coming back again. I wanted to push him into my direction but I was afraid that if I pushed too hard he would clam up. Still, it was getting late, I was getting tired, and I was a little drunk, all of which was adding to my impatience.

So I came out and asked him, “What would you have done if I did just that?”

Carl finally opened up, “I don’t know; I guess I wouldn’t have felt so embarrassed. I certainly wouldn’t have worried about you telling anyone.”

I laughed and said, “True, but what would you have done?”

Carl thought for a moment before answering, “I guess I would have continued playing with myself as you put it, but it sounds gay.”

“Yes, I guess in some quarters of society it does.”

“But I’m not gay,” Carl said quickly.

“Well, in the strict sense of the word, I’m not either.”

Carl got a quizzical look on his face, “What do you mean ‘by a strict sense of the word’?”

“I mean that the term ‘gay’ has come to signify men strictly having sex with other men.”

Carl still looked confused, “Right, but what do you mean ‘I’m not gay either in a strict sense of the word’?”

Jesus, was he being purposefully obtuse, or was I being that convoluted? Probably the latter, so I just cut to the quick, “I’ve had sex and enjoyed sex with both men and women.”

“Oh man,” Carl exclaimed, “You’ve had sex with guys? I can’t picture that; you seem so normal.”

I laughed at the innocent, dead-panned way he made his statement, “Yeah, well I am normal, to a certain degree anyway. But really what is normal when it comes to sex? I think Freud said that the only abnormal activity in human sexuality was having no sex at all. If that’s the case then both of us have been very abnormal lately, or have you been getting laid the past month and a half without me knowing it?”

Carl ignored my last question by asking one of his own, “So if I asked you to suck my dick, you would?”

I sat back in my chair and smiled. Finally, the conversation was starting to get interesting, “Maybe, but I wouldn’t want to feel like I was being taken advantage of. I would demand some form of reciprocity.”

“Reciprocity?” he asked with another quizzical look.

“Quid pro quo,” I added.

Carl still did not understand. Maybe he was that dense.

“If I scratch your back, I would expect you to scratch mine.”

Carl finally understood my meaning, but he did not respond. Instead he gave me a look that was difficult to describe. It was not a look of revulsion or anger, but one that exuded some manner of curious reluctance. I thought he was close to the tipping point, and only needed a good firm push, so I added, “I understand your reluctance. Trust is a hard commodity to come by in situations like these.”

Carl shook his head, “It’s not that I don’t trust you…” he hesitated for a moment as if he was having one last debate with himself, and then said, “Oh fuck it, I guess we could jag off together if you want. I could get into that.”

After two hours of talk, I was thinking about something more than jerking myself off. I needed some actual human contact, or I was going to burst, “I’ll tell you what: strict reciprocity be damned. How about I give you a hand job, and if you like it you can give me one.”

“Just a hand job?” he asked suspiciously.

“Yeah, just a hand job.”

Carl smiled and slyly asked, “And what if I don’t like it? What happens then?”

I had to think for a moment. Arrogant as it may sound, I had not considered that possibility. I could not think of anything at the moment so I just shrugged my shoulders and said, “I don’t know. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, I guess. I certainly can’t force you to do it.”

Carl hesitated only a moment before answering, “Okay, what do you want me to do?”

I told him to take his clothes off and sit on the edge of his chair. In the meantime I got a bottle of lubricant from my bedroom. When I got back to the living room Carl had disrobed from the waist down, but he kept his t-shirt on. His cock was already hard, and I could see he was already breathing heavily in nervous anticipation. I pulled up another chair and sat down in front of him.

I began by rubbing the inside of his thighs. Always starting at mid-thigh and going up to just below his stomach, but never touching his member. I could feel a slight, but continuous trembling throughout his whole body, which told me he was either very nervous, very excited, or both. I brushed one of my fingers down along the underside of his shaft. His cock jumped at my touch. A small bead of pre-ejaculate fluid formed at the tip of the head. I smiled to myself. He was already in such an excited state that a couple of tugs would most likely make him pop, but I was going to try and draw it out for as long as I could.

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I woke around four to take a piss. The pipes were bang, bang, banging our song. Most of the alcohol was out of me, my head pounded from my New Year’s over indulgence with every clang of the pipes. I opened the medicine cabinet and popped a couple of aspirin into my mouth and cupped water from my hand to wash them down. I closed the medicine cabinet and bloodshot eyes stared back. One twitched back at me. Shit. The pipes were working up to a crescendo, and this time there was an accompaniment: A loud rattle of boards. I wondered, was that Henry?

“Henry?! Hello, Henry!” I whispered loud enough for a ghost to hear, but quiet enough so as not to disturb Hec from his beauty rest. “You’ve been shy lately. Come out, come out wherever you are!”

I don’t believe I’m talking to a ghost, I thought to myself as I sat down on the edge of the tub. “You know,” I said to Henry, clearing my throat, “I’m looking for him– looking for Johann. I think they may have found him.”

The banging and rattling ceased. The house stilled, listening. The bathroom suddenly became moist, clammy– my eyes out of focus, in a mist. The hairs on my arm came alive. Hot and cold. The room defied scientific laws. I seriously began to wonder if I was still drunk or maybe dreaming as I heard the unmistakable squeak of a finger on glass. The fog in my head and around me cleared. Every breath I took was visible. It was then that I noticed the mirror on the medicine cabinet all steamed up. I inched off the edge of the tub. Took one halting step to the sink.

Writing. There on the mirror. I stepped closer. It read–

Help him.

“Help me,” I whispered. “I’m communicating with the dead.”

———————

Hec bent over, bare-assed. What a beautiful view.

I rubbed the water out of my hair with a towel, observing true art.

We were back in Hec’s room. All my things, his things, were there. And Pete. We had to get dressed sometime. I’d already told him about my run-in with Henry last night. He didn’t seem surprised.

“Where’s my purple shirt?” he asked. “The striped one.”

Had to be a rhetorical question. I sure as shit wouldn’t wear that shirt.

I blinked. I didn’t think it was possible– he bent over more. I couldn’t resist– I swatted him on the ass with my towel.

“Stop that!”

I swatted him again.

“Your gay-nus is showing,” I teased.

“What?! What the hell is a gay-nus?”

“Double interpretation. First meaning: a welcoming puckered hole inviting entry. Second meaning: men who pine over tight, purple striped shirts.”

“That’s not funny.”

“Yeah, it is.” I sat on the bed, pulling on my Levis. “I’m hungry. Need sustenance.”

“I’m naked. Need clothes.”

“Ha, ha.”

“Just a minute. I’ll wear this shirt instead.”

“Um, flannel. A new look.” I raised one eyebrow.

“Well, fuck. A least it’s not gay-looking.”

“Well, you need something to pull the look together. While I enjoy that pantless look, others may see your new look as something akin to wearing assless chaps, which is gay-nus definition number three by the way. Put on those jeans. Yeah– now you look manly. You’re a manly-man. Too bad I’m hungry for real food or I’d eat you right now.”

“What do you want for breakfast?” He picked my wet towel up off the bed and threw it at me. “Ghost-toasties?”

“Now that was an old joke,” I said, pulling my t-shirt on over my head. “Can’t you think of something more original?”

“At least I’m not resorting to asshole jokes.” Hec smirked. “Gay-nus. That is pretty good.”

“Have to write it into the script.”

“They’d say that on TV?”

“Don’t know. But you always have to put stuff like that in– test the limits– it’s expected.”

We headed down to the kitchen.

“So when are we supposed to meet these detectives?” Hec asked.

Suddenly I wasn’t hungry anymore.

I hesitated. “As soon as they locate Johann’s plot and talk to relatives. Should be soon.” Part of the truth. I omitted the rest. What was really taking all the time was locating his parents. I needed to call Linden and Jorge, but I didn’t feel right discussing that here, in their home. We planned to go back into town tomorrow. I figured I’d call Linden and Jorge then.

“I’d like to talk to them.”

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll call them later.” Shit. But at least they knew I was doing this behind Hec’s back and wouldn’t say anything to him.

I had cereal. Hec had oatmeal. Kate and Chas were still in bed. Guess we weren’t the only ones who had a late night.

“Snowed early this morning,” Hec said, looking out the window as he rinsed out his bowl. “I’ll need to shovel. Want to give me a hand?”

“Sure.”

“When does their office open back up?” Hec asked, turning to me.

“They’re open today.” I kicked myself. Why’d I go and tell Hec that?

“That’s weird.”

“Not really when you think of it. All sorts of investigating to do on New Year’s Eve– Linden complained to bahçelievler escort me once– more like twice– that they never get holidays off like every one else and even the day after they always work cleaning up loose ends.”

“Why don’t we give those detectives a call right now, before we get started.”

“Sure.” I was full of sures. What the hell?

We went to the phone in the hallway, and I dialed thinking, please don’t be there, please don’t be there.

Second ring: “Linden and Domingo Investigating, Incorporated. Connie speaking. How may I help you.”

“Hi, Connie. This is Jake. Are either Linden or Jorge around?”

“Well, Mr. Domingo is out of the office, but Linden can take your call. I think he’s expecting you.”

“Ok, I’ll hold.”

I put my hand over the mouthpiece. “I’m on hold,” I said to Hec. “Linden’s there.”

I waited only a moment before I heard Linden’s voice. He still sounded like a kid to me on the phone. I could never get over how someone so harmless-looking could turn into a pint-sized Mike Hammer. “Hey, Jake?”

“Yeah, I’m here. Hi. Checking on the progress on locating Johann and his family.”

“Well, we found Johann and a few of relatives,” Linden said. I could hear the click, click, click of a keyboard on the other end. “Closest one’s his brother’s great grandson. Frankly, I didn’t expect him to know much about this Johann so I was surprised to find out that this fellow did.”

“You don’t say.”

“Yeah, I don’t say. Speaking of which, did you tell him?”

“No.”

“And he’s standing right there?”

“Yes.”

“So you can’t talk?”

I didn’t answer.

“So, that’s a no then. Well, I’ll stick to telling you what I found out about Johann Galle– which is a hell of a lot more than I thought I’d dig up on a dead man. I confirmed most of what you told me about Henry Lester through records. I don’t have much to add to that, but Johann– he was a bit of a celebrity. Did you know that? He was an astronomer who wrote some pretty heady stuff. This relative I talked to, Ralph Galle, has pictures– lots of them– with Johann Galle and famous people– Walt Whitman, John Muir, Elizabeth Stanton. And get this– even though he was a scientist, he dabbled in the Kabala.”

“Did this Ralph know about Henry?”

“Well, he didn’t come out and say it, until I pushed– but yes– the family knew, but after Galle became ill, Ralph said, he had a woman in his life.”

“What?”

“They got married.”

“Oh, hell.”

“Pardon me, Jake,” Linden said, “but you’re taking this hard for a person looking into a man who’s been dead over a hundred years.”

I looked over at Hec. “He said that Johann got married.”

“Seems like he’d have written it in one of his journals,” I said for both Hec and Linden to hear. There wasn’t a hint of that in Johann’s journals. It doesn’t make sense.

“Were there other journals?” Linden asked. “Check. Look at the dates, check for any gaps.”

“I’ll do that.”

“There’s more,” Linden continued, “and it gets better. From what this Ralph Galle told me, the marriage wasn’t really a marriage. Ralph Galle was said the family was arguing about Johann’s estate before Johann died. Ralph said that he married this woman and made a deal with her– that way he could pass his estate on without a fight. She was much, much older than Johann and died two years after he did. It wasn’t hard to find records on her. He left everything to her, and she left everything to– get this– Henry Lester. I guess Johann had plenty. Jorge is going to talk to someone in the Lester family today.”

“What was the woman’s name that he married?”

“Liebowitz,” Linden said. “Her name was Emily Liebowitz.”

I nodded.

“Thanks, Linden.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Talk to you later.”

“One more thing– regarding your idea that the spirit of Henry can’t rest until his remains are with Johann’s. According to Ralph Galle, they already are. Johann Galle was cremated. His wife gave his ashes to Henry Lester after the funeral.”

“This Ralph Galle is sure about this?”

“Positive. He said he’s sure because that was the other reason why Johann Galle married Emily Liebowitz: Johann Galle knew she would give his ashes to Lester, and his family, his father in particular, would never do it.”

“So how do I help him?”

“You’re starting to weird me out here, Jake. You’re talking to spirits now?”

“Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but Henry told me, um, to help him. I thought the ‘him’ he was referring to was Johann.”

“I’ve heard stranger things, I guess.” Linden paused. I heard more keyboard clicking. “Maybe he was never buried with the ashes. Did this Hec you’re dating find any jars or boxes with ashes lying around when he was cleaning?”

“Har, har. No.”

“Well, put on your thinking cap, Jake old boy. The mystery continues. I’ll continue investigating on my end. On everything. And bakırköy escort Jake? You need to call me again soon. And I know it’s none of my business, but I’m going to say it anyway: Tell Hec. Believe me. You have to.”

“I will. Soon.”

“Soon.”

I hung up the phone.

I should have told Hec then. But I didn’t; we had seven inches of snow to shovel.

——————-

Two days after the New Year’s big snow, a lull came. Hec decided if we were going to make it to civilization again, we’d better go immediately, or there might not be a chance until early the next week. A new storm front was headed our way, and he wanted to make it to the city and back before it hit.

We took off with a tank full of gas, a lengthy grocery list from Kate and two presents to return. Hec told me that we were entering cell service hell, one bar maybe, and to dress in layers just in case something happened on the icy way home– not that anything would, but he said winter travelers should always take precautions. I got a thirty minute lecture, by the end of which I was referring to him as Professor Lodge. He had an emergency kit in the truck– in case we got stranded– with candles, coffee can, down sleeping bags, flares and matches (in ziplock baggies, of course). I did what he asked, dressed the part– I borrowed a pair of Hec’s long johns, donned my old sweat-shirt, confiscated two of his thick flannel shirts, slung on my grey sweats pants, then stepped into these baggy jeans (that Hec had from years ago) and just before going out the door slipped on a big old fur-lined winter parka. I had two extra pairs of gloves stuffed in the pockets, black wool scarf wrapped around my neck and the god-ugliest stocking hat I’d ever seen on my head.

I swear I felt like the Mummy. Walked like one, that’s for sure.

The ride there was uneventful except that we had to roll down the windows to keep from over-heating, and I still was sweating like Drew Carey on a Nordic Track. I wondered if it would have been better just to bring the extra clothes instead of actually wearing them, but Professor Lodge insisted.

Hec took the scenic route instead of Highway 57. We got to our destination, and I helped Hec out with Kate’s groceries, then said I need to pick up something at Walgreen’s. Hec needed to return Char’s gifts and that was good for making excuses to bug out– I don’t do Victoria’s Secret.

I called Linden from my cell outside the doors at Walgreen’s. Too hot inside.

Connie put him on right away.

“Hoping you’d call me back sooner than this,” he said. Good connection. Heard him clear.

“This is the first chance I got,” I said.

“So you haven’t told him yet.”

“I know.” I kicked a chunk of ice off the walk. “Well, don’t need a lecture. I will, just, I wanted to know what I was up against. Listen, I might not have much time. What did you find out?”

“More like what we didn’t find.”

“Huh?”

“We found nothing for a Hec, Kathryn or Charlotte Lodge. No parents Hamilton Roger or Eleanor Ruth either. Nothing. No birth records, driver’s licenses, car registrations, marriage certificates. Nothing matching the descriptions and information you gave. We started looking into the ideas that maybe they weren’t US citizens or that Lodge isn’t their last name. “

“Maybe it’s the spelling.”

“Checked every spelling. Not many similar. Came up with nothing. Then–” I heard Linden shuffling papers on his desk.

“Spill.” I stomped my feet. Damn wool socks itched.

“Right after I talked to you last, Jorge called me. Talk about Twilight Zone moments…or Beyond Belief…this is more than just coincidence. Jorge did some more digging into old local archives, newspapers, property transfers, only this time looking for information on Emily Leibowitz, Johann’s wife. He found her, but he also stumbled on something else regarding the Leibowitz family– in 1995 a rabbi named Hamilton Leibowitz embezzled almost a million dollars from his synagogue’s trust fund by diverting the funds into foreign accounts. No one knew until the couple disappeared and left their three children behind.”

“Three children,” I repeated.

“Two girls and a boy.”

“Oh, shit,” I said.

“Same first names.”

“It’s them.” Then it hit me– “Wait. Hec is Jewish?”

“Ah, yes. So am I.” He laughed. “We don’t bite or anything. Not hard anyway.”

“That’s not what I mean. It’s just that I just celebrated Christmas with all the trimmings with his family.”

“Believe or not some of us do celebrate Christmas as a secular holiday. And don’t they run an Inn? Sounds like good business to me. Deck the Halls, and all that.”

“Forget I mentioned it.”

“Oh, I’ll never forget that you said it. I’ll wait and bring it up to embarrass you when you least expect it.”

“Thanks.”

“About his parents,” Linden said. “Plenty of people have looked for them. We’ll do it too. At least now that I’ve başakşehir escort got names and at least some information to go on. I just want to hear it from you– that you want to continue.”

I watched the dark clouds gathering out of the southwest. The other storm was on its way and coming fast.

“Hold off,” I said. “I’ll talk to Hec.”

“At last,” Linden said. “The voice of sanity.”

————————

He had to have a social security number to get a driver’s license. He had valid license plates. And I needed some kind of confirmation.

Asking questions was out of the question. Snooping was something I was never good at. I knew I shouldn’t, but I had to know. I raced back to the truck from Walgreen’s, beating Hec. Part of me felt a bit disappointed he wasn’t there, so I wouldn’t be tempted to do it. I climbed in and sat for a few moments, eyes ahead. I swung my head left, right, in back. Nowhere in sight. I leaned over and popped open the glove compartment. I pulled out empty cigarette packs, candy wrappers, an old comb, miscellaneous papers. I rifled through them. There had to be something. There it was– guilt and anxiety churned in my gut and the thrill of getting caught pounded in my chest–

I found the proof of insurance in the name of Kathryn Leibowitz as it started to snow.

—————–

A blizzard started in about two miles from home, and the wind tossed the truck around like some angry giant. Visibility was reduced to the hand in front of your face. Hec knew the old road by heart, and he pressed on– the truck moving at a crawl.

Me? I was all nervous partly from the ride and partly from what I just found out. I knew I had to come clean to find out what the hell was up with Hec. My heart pounded in time with the wiper blades.

Yes, I know it’s a cliché line, but I had to say it: “I have a confession to make.”

Hec flicked his eyes over at me, frowned and said, “Yeah?”

I blew into my hands, looking into the white mess ahead. “I did it.”

“You did what?”

“I did what you asked me not to do.”

I didn’t even have to say what– he just nodded, jaw set. Not sure why. Could be me. Could be the road. Could be the truth.

“I know,” I plunged in, “you told me not to, and I meant what I said and I said what I meant but…”

“Jake Grey’s not loyal 100 percent? Shit, that’s almost as bad as Michael Myers’ Cat in the Hat.”

“That’s Horton Hears a Who. Hello?! That’s Jim Carrey! Don’t even confuse the two. Don’t you know your Dr. Seuss or comedians?”

Hec just looked over at me, frowned then scratched his arm and said, “I know.” I noticed he did that when he was nervous. Mosquito bite nerves. At that moment Hec scratched like he just got bit. “I’m loyal. Just 99.9 percent, ok?” Of course I had to ask the itchy question too: “Know what? About Dr. Seuss or that I asked the private dicks to check out your parents?”

“Both.”

I scratched my chin. Now he’s Itchy, and I’m Scratchy. “You know what I learned?”

“Yeah.” He frowned. “Nothing.”

“Zero, nothing, nada?”

“That right?”

“No, actually.” The snow was letting up a bit but my itch wasn’t. I was nervous now. The whole thing had turned from me to him. “I told you the investigators were good. What I don’t get is that you’re not surprised. Who took the F out of flabbergasted? Hec Lodge? Oh, wait– not Lodge is it? Is it Lilyhammer? Lima Bean? Lincoln Logs? Or maybe Liebowitz?”

He bit his lip. Wipers flip-flopped, snow crunched under the tires, but he didn’t say a thing– just white-knuckled the wheel.

“So, explain,” I said.

“I knew this was coming since before New Year,” he said under his breath.

“That explains part of your falling-down-drunk-and-puking state,” I sighed. “Well, if you knew it was coming, you should have a lot of practice explaining this to me in your head. Say it aloud: I need to hear it.”

“I know.”

Our eyes watched the road through the tunnel of snow ahead instead of each other– like we were searching the swirling flakes for the meaning of life. I guess it was part disappointment in each other and part desperation to be what the other wanted– our bare hands came together at the same time, and we clutch them tight. Still staring ahead I asked, voice breaking, “Why the big secret? Why didn’t you tell me?” I snuck a look at his grim, handsome profile and waited patiently for his answer. With one hand still on the wheel, he slowed the truck and turned. The tires spun a little, but he never lost control. Through the swirl of snow, I made out the house. We were home. He braked again; the truck idled to a stop, but neither of us got out. I worried my thumb against his hand as I waited for him to speak.

He turned to me, eyes fixed on mine. “It’s not just my decision to make,” he said. “I planned to tell you– someday.”

Our hands separated.

“Someday.” I knew I shouldn’t be getting self-righteous, but shit, sometimes the best defense is to go on the offense. And what better way than to make light of a situation. So I hammed it up. “Well, Halleluiah! Guess what?! Someday has arrived! Risen from the dead! Say hello to Someday!”

Enter Mr. Hand Puppet aka Mr. Someday. Well, two could change names. If Hec could, so could Mr. Hand Puppet.

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“The humans really screwed things up,” said Hiram’s protégé, a six-foot-four, burly and dark-skinned vampire named Erebus. A long time ago, while visiting West Africa, Hiram met a beautiful woman named Nadia, and fell in love with her. Nadia knew that Hiram was a vampire and did not fear him. When Hiram offered Nadia the gift of eternity, she happily accepted it. Hiram and Nadia spent many years living together in the Nok Kingdom, whose borders matched those of northern Nigeria. During their time together, Nadia and Hiram adopted a son, a young African named Erebus.

Born of an African father and a Berber mother, Erebus was exceptionally handsome and bright, and he knew that his adoptive parents Hiram and Nadia were not ordinary people. For starters, they spent the day sleeping in their vast villa, and their myriad servants were instructed to never disturb their slumber. They only came out at night, and whenever they ventured out into the nearby towns and villages, people went missing. Erebus remained loyal to his parents, for, in spite of their inhuman nature, they were kind to him. Hiram muğla escort and Nadia were fabulously wealthy, and none in the Nok Kingdom dared to cross them.

When Erebus grew to manhood, Hiram turned him into a vampire, and along with Nadia, they formed an unholy trinity. The three of them traveled from place to place, and became legendary even among the Undead. The Eternal Family, that’s what the other vampires called Hiram, Nadia and Erebus. Of course, all that ended in the third decade of the twenty first century. A civil war broke out in the United States, between a faction which wanted diversity and progress, and another which promoted xenophobia. Nuclear weapons were used, and the United States of America, one of the world’s mightiest civilizations, ended.

A few million human beings died, but the damage done to the land, the sea and the air by the nuclear fallout seemed irreparable. Darkness descended upon the continent of North America, triggering an ice age. Millions more died, and the humans discovered that they had a new enemy, the race of the vampires. For tens of thousands of years, vampires have existed among humans, hiding in plain sight. With the continent of North America plunged into darkness for eighteen hours out of every twenty four hours, on a day to day basis, the vampires found the haven they’d spent centuries hoping for.

There are many factions vying for power among the vampires. Hiram, who hasn’t seen his immortal wife Nadia since before the nuclear holocaust, leads the House of Nadir. They are a purported civilized group among the vampires. They feed only on evil men and evil women, and protect the human enclaves within their territories. For example, the House of Nadir rules what remains of the City of Boston, Massachusetts. With a population of two hundred thousand human beings, Boston is one of the largest remaining human settlements. While other vampire overlords enslave human enclaves and treat their denizens like cattle, the House of Nadir protects their charges.

“Why must we protect the humans?” demanded one of the vampire ordu escort pupils, a tall, slender young woman with milky white skin, spiky red hair and green eyes. The redhead, Becca, looked fearlessly at Hiram. Erebus, standing at his father’s right hand, crossed his arms and glared at Becca. The nascent female vampire held the dark warrior’s gaze. Hiram smiled at Becca and gently patted Erebus shoulder. Hiram has mentored numerous vampires over the eons, and knew that a teacher without patience is in the wrong profession…

“Becca, my dear, the prey always outnumbers the predator, and if we don’t protect our flock, we are doomed to hunger and extinction,” Hiram said, and Becca nodded slowly. In the other human settlements, the vampires treated their charges like slaves. In the City of Boston, the only humans who needed to fear the Undead were murderers, rapists and psychopaths. Well-behaved citizens enjoyed the generous protection of Hiram, Master of the House of Nadir, and the most civilized vampire around.

“If we preyed on the innocent, we’d be no different from Goran the barbarian, whom we saved you from,” Erebus said in his deep, rumbling voice. The imposing, African-born vampire looked at Becca, who was among the people whom he rescued months ago during a raid. A vampire overlord named Goran ruled the remnants of Manchester, New Hampshire, and kept the local humans in blood farms. Hiram tasked Erebus and some of the vampire Knights to raid those farms and save as many humans as they could.

Erebus was able to rescue a few hundred humans, whom he and his vampire acolytes brought back to Boston, as a gesture of good faith to the humans in their Enclave. Becca was one of those humans, except that she’d been grievously wounded by one of Goran’s vampire henchmen during the raid. Erebus saved Becca’s life by sharing his undying blood with her. Becca died as a human and rose as a vampire three days later. As is often the case between maker and pupil, Becca felt an almost instinctive need to rebel against Erebus. Hiram found the whole thing almost comical…

“Alright, osmaniye escort big man, relax,” Becca said, her face serious, while her tone hovered between mockery and seriousness. Hiram grinned, and Erebus rolled his chestnut eyes. In the many centuries during which Hiram had known him, his adoptive son Erebus hadn’t sired any vampires. A psycho-magnetic bond exists between a maker and a pupil. The two are linked for all time, and can sense each other across great distances. Hiram enjoys the link which binds him to Erebus and his beloved Nadia, who was still separated from him by the vastness of the oceans. She’d been in Paris, France, at the time of the nuclear war in America. Hiram knew his lady Nadia was still alive, but beyond that…

“I’ll be in the armory if you need me, Father,” Erebus said, and Hiram nodded, noticing the way Becca smirked at Erebus retreating figure. Erebus was in a foul mood, and it had little to do with Becca, or the tediousness of training new vampire Knights. Nope, Erebus missed his mother, Lady Nadia, who was still a continent away and had no way of getting back to them. After the nuclear war, the permanent darkness, and the emergence of the vampire hordes, the rest of the world cut off the U.S.

While hundreds of thousands of vampires live like kings and queens in North America, vampires are hunted down like rats everywhere else on the planet Earth. The governments of France and the United Kingdom have formed a special task force known as the Eradicator Protocol Units or E.P.U. and equipped them with advanced weaponry and cutting edge technology. Thousands of vampires have been wiped out by the E.P.U. in Europe, and the governments of Asia, Africa and the Middle East are deploying similar units to fight the Undead. The continent of North America has been forfeited to the vampires. Everywhere else, humanity is hunting down the Undead with extreme prejudice…

What will become of civilized vampires like Hiram, Nadia and Erebus as all-out war looms between the humans and the Undead? One thing for sure, Erebus isn’t waiting around to find out. The tall, taciturn African vampire hasn’t survived all of these centuries by being complacent. Erebus intends to leave North America to find his mother, Lady Nadia, and bring her back to the fold, even if it means defying his father Hiram. When the world ends, all one has to hang onto is family, even if one happens to be Undead.

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“Everyone is in agreement that we will accept the Gorgesh’s bid?” Council leader Fadiir set the proposal to the table. Nethmi felt her heart drop to the pit of her stomach as she heard the rest of the High Council of the Isle of Nar raise their voices in agreement.

Fadiir swung his gavel, striking stone with a resounding thud, “Motion has passed. Thank you Nethmi of Toreb. Your contributions to Nar have been invaluable. None had expected to mend our relations with the Gorgesh, but with the dragon bones you discovered… what was once a dream is now possible. I Fithon Fadiir, first of the High Council, bestow upon you the right to wear the Kiriiz.”

Nethmi wanted to scream. She wanted to rise from her supplicating bow before the Council and shake the old man until his decrepit bones broke. Instead she whispered the lie she had to tell herself, “You honor me, great one.”

“Someone as low born as you does not know how to properly maintain your new status among the Elevated. I will send my own tattooist to you on the morrow. He will mark you and explain your new station. You may leave us now.”

With the dismissal, Nethmi stood, holding her face as still as she could, hoping none would see the tears building in the corners of her eyes. They probably wouldn’t, the Council never paid any thought to those they viewed as their lessers. Once she was out of their sight she ran, and ran, and ran.

Nethmi was a leggy woman, with smooth sun darkened skin the color of caramelized sugar. Not one symbol of status adorned her body. She was one of the Markless, or at least had been until today.

Willowy and very tall, taller than most men in fact, anyone could see she was an ugly woman. Not at all what the Nar Islemen looked for in a prospective partner.

She preferred to wear worker’s overalls, sturdy and in dull colors that could hide dirt stains, rather than the vibrant tie-dyed skirts and blouses young Nar Islewomen usually wore. Her dark hair was cropped short, not that dissimilar to the cut of a boy, and while she couldn’t help it, her resting face tended to scowl in a manner that frightened most.

No, she would never be favored by a man. She would never become a hearthmistress, thickened by the years into a stout mother. A gaggle of children about her feet that she was to tend to.

Having that opportunity pass her by suited Nethmi just fine. Even if it did hurt that no one outside her family would love her, it left her more time to herself to spend on her passion.

But with the council’s decision, Nethmi had sullied that too. Sullied the one thing in her life that she had had control over. She never should have told anyone of her discovery. What a giant fool she had been.

When she first saw the skeleton of the dragon trapped in the strata, she had been overwhelmed by its majesty. The hulking form had been revealed after a nasty rockslide in the Maadtheb Hills that sheared many faces of the stone open.

It was a massive beast, at least thirty feet long by her conservative estimates. Now it was going to be destroyed. Nobody, save her, would have even known of its existence if she hadn’t opened her stupid mouth.

She reached the Toreb District. It was in the eastern outskirts of Port Nar, where the Markless, those with little status, were tolerated as they set down the foundations of their humble lives.

The topography of the land skewed in odd angles. It was at the edges of the Maadtheb Hills, and the ground there was thin, barely six inches at its deepest before the layers of fossil rich sedimentary rock Nar was famous for was reached.

The land was not arable and it was too far from the ocean to support marine enterprise. The only path for those that lived among the rocks was to harvest fossils and sell them to tourists interested in taking a piece of their exotic vacation home with them.

“How did it go?” Gress, Nethmi’s great uncle, asked as the beads of the string door rattled when she returned home. He was hunched over his work table with a needle-fine chisel in his hand. He lightly tapped its back, nicking away fine slivers from the sandstone to reveal a truly beautiful spiral shell trapped within it.

“They accepted the Gorgesh’s bid.” Nethmi said simply as she sat next to Gress, picking a raw fossil of her own to chip away at.

They sat in silence together for a time, working side by side. No customers in their little shop of curios coming to bother them. No sounds save for the gentle taps of their chisels and the clacking of the wind rustled bead door. Familial companionship in Nethmi’s quiet sorrow.

When her work was done, Nethmi set her fossil up in the showcase for display. It was a fern frond, curl tipped, pressed flat by countless years of stone pressure.

She wanted to be satisfied. Proud of the beauty her work had revealed, but it was hollow.

“I’ve been honored by the first Councilor Fadiir. Tomorrow his tattooist will come to wing the Kiriiz on my temples.” The words bubbled up from Nethmi, unable to hold them in any longer. They tasted fethiye escort bitter in her mouth.

“An honor, but then the price for a piece of your soul is steep.” Gress’s words were quiet. Nethmi felt her great uncle’s hand on her shoulder, “The sun is still high, but I tire. Close the shop for me when it sets.”

“Of course, Uncle.” Nethmi put her hand on his, giving his gnarled fingers a squeeze before they left her shoulder, “sleep well.”

Nethmi didn’t have the heart left in her to continue working. Instead, she paced the length of the shop, circling and circling the show cases.

She brushed non-existent dust off the display of shark teeth. Great emperors of the ancient sea, she dreamed of riding on one as a little girl. She probably still could have dreamed it if her imagination hadn’t been hardened bitter with time. Some of the razor sharp teeth were as large as her entire hand.

She buffed some amber. The rough gems that often washed up on the shores of Nar were near as rich in fossilized fragments as the stone of the Isle proper. When polished smooth, many revealed insects from bygone eras trapped within.

She reorganized the baskets of unprocessed stone shells. Gress liked to group them by size, Nethmi preferred to put similar types together. Spirals with spirals, scallop with scallop, needle point with needle point.

The rock of Nar held truly wondrous mysteries. Clues into times long past, to a world of great beasts beyond imagination. They told stories of the time of dragons.

No one on the Isle, save Nethmi herself and her Uncle Gress, cared one bit about them. Sure folk of the Toreb district hawked the fossils, but they didn’t love them. They didn’t understand their true beauty.

All they saw was raw material for cheap baubles. Bait for those not familiar with the mundanity of it all. But the fossils meant more than that. The intricate patterning wasn’t just something to catch the eye on a bit of jewelry.

The Gorgesh, violent non-men from the neighboring islands in the archipelago, were worse. At least the hawkers wanted to preserve some of the fossils’ form, they didn’t destroy them. Even if it was for such a vapid reason as to earn some extra coin.

Just thinking about what the Council had consented to made Nethmi so angry she had to stop her prowling and sit. She knew that her temper, running hot, might lead to accidents. She also was far too aware what an accident might do to her delicate fossils.

It was as Nethmi was stewing in her frustration that a woman entered the string bead doorway. Nethmi was drawn from her dark thoughts by the stranger’s smell.

The perfume she wore was odd. Its scent strong, with heavy notes of spicewood, and it was musky, smelling rather masculine. Perhaps it was the cologne of her partner that rubbed off on her.

“Pardon me,” the woman said, smiling and blushing quite prettily. She was holding up one of the street bauble trinkets, a crab carapace that had been near buffed away, “I was told that I could find stones like this here, but unpolished.”

“We don’t sell jewelry… my lady.” Nethmi grumbled looking the woman up and down. She was a foreigner, likely of Vilt stock considering her copper red hair, light skin, and heavily freckled cheeks and chest.

Short and full figured, her curves were well emphasized by her rather low cut bodice. It was a fine grass green silk that paired well with the large emerald necklace hanging on a silver chain between her ample cleavage.

She was very pretty. Pretty to the point Nethmi blushed thinking about it, then scowled to hide her embarrassment.

The dogs on the Nar docks must have been drooling the day her ship had come to port. She fit any red blooded Isleman’s fantasy of a foreign born hearthmistress. Clearly, she was a woman of means though. Nethmi doubted they dared approach her.

“That’s OK.” The woman said. She still had on a large friendly smile, seemingly oblivious to Nethmi’s curtness and scowl, “I’m Delia, by the way. What I’m more interested in is what exactly the stone is?”

“It’s trash.” Nethmi said simply, “Shoddy work on a fossilized crab that wore all the detail away. You should ask for your money back.”

“I didn’t purchase this necklace… it was a gift my daughter’s teacher gave her.”

“Mommy look!” A child squealed from behind Delia, “there’s a big bug! And it’s stuck in some yellow glass. So cool!”

The little girl, Nethmi assumed Delia’s daughter, was in a fluffy periwinkle dress. She was maybe four years old, skipping and scampering about the shop, darting excitedly from one display to another. She looked like a miniature version of Delia.

Nethmi couldn’t help but smile seeing so much joy bubbling out from the child. She was practically bouncing with excitement as she stood on her tiptoes to look through the glass at the shop’s fish fossil display.

“Careful Cléo. Remember what Father said about other people’s things. You can look, but no touching unless alanya escort the nice Mistress… Pardon my forgetfulness but I didn’t ask you your name?”

“Nethmi,” Nethmi said, not meeting Delia’s eye as she watched Cléo. The little girl had taken a second from her wild exploration to stare back at her, “and your lady mother is right. No touching.”

Cléo reminded Nethmi a bit of herself when she had been a child. So much exuberance. So much simple joy created by the fossils. Nothing of reality weighing down the possibilities in her mind, “Here, let me bring a stool for you so you don’t need to stand on your toes.”

Nethmi went to a closet and pulled out an old three legged stool that she herself had used as a child to watch her great uncle Gress work. She helped Cléo up, the little girl taking her hand for balance. Her pudgy little fingers were so delicate.

It filled Nethmi with an odd feeling. Happy to help inspire wonder in the child’s imagination, and sadness that she likely would never have the opportunity to share her fossils with her own child.

“What’s that?” Cléo asked, pointing into the display case.

“It’s a clutch of dragon eggs. They were preserved in stone thousands if not hundreds of thousands of years ago.” Nethmi told Cléo, her voice taking on the wobbly story teller’s cadence that her great uncle used when he’d shared history with Nethmi.

“They look like poop!” Cléo giggled.

“Cléo!” Delia clicked her tongue, “potty talk isn’t a polite subject that we discuss with new people.”

Nethmi just laughed, waving off the Vilt lady’s embarrassment. Then she bent down beside Cléo and whispered conspiratorially, “I have some dragon poop in another case. Do you want to see it?”

“Really?” Cléo’s gray eyes went wide, “show me! Show me!”

“This way.”

Nethmi led Cléo all throughout the shop, explaining in detail everything, often twice over as the little girl demanded to hear it again. She even showed her some of the fossilized bones that Gress had been trying to wire together. They were stored in the back rooms where customers weren’t normally allowed entry.

Nethmi had been so engrossed in sharing her knowledge with Cléo that she hardly noticed the sun had already set.

“You and your Great Uncle truly have a wonderful shop, Nethmi.” Delia politely interrupted the tour, “But we probably should be going. it’s getting rather late and Cléo needs to get some sleep to offset all the excitement she’s had today.”

“But I don’t want to go Mommy!” Cléo whined. She was rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand and the petulant note in her voice told Nethmi that Delia was right.

“We can come again soon.” Delia put a hand on Cléo’s shoulder to guide her, “if you are willing to entertain my little munchkin some more.”

“I would love it if you two visited again.” Nethmi said, truly meaning the words as she squatted down to hug little Cléo goodbye.

Delia shocked Nethmi by pulling her into a tight hug as well. Her plump body felt wonderfully soft against Nethmi. It caused her heart to flutter and she felt a rush of heat on her cheeks. Delia smelled so good. Something about the act from beautiful foreigner felt as if she meant more in the hug than a simple goodbye.

“You’re great with children.” Delia whispered, pulling Nethmi’s head down so she could reach Nethmi’s ear, “I know it’s impolite to pry, but I must ask. Nethmi… are you a mother? Do you have a family of your own?”

Her breath was hot and smelled strongly of spicewood. The unexpected closeness and cloying scent made Nethmi blush and her head feel a bit muzzy.

“No, no I’m not, Lady Delia. There has never been a man interested in me. I’m far too ugly,” Nethmi said with a self deprecating laugh. She didn’t know why, perhaps it was the haziness brought on Delia’s strange smell, but words kept spilling out of her, and she found herself oversharing, “No kids or family for me. I accepted that a long time ago. I know that I’m going to grow old and die a spinster. At least I have my fossils for company.”

“No. A real man will know your value and beauty the second he lays his eyes on you, Nethmi. You just need to meet him.” Delia squeezed Nethmi tighter. She could feel the soft curves of the Vilt lady’s body melt against her. When Delia gave Nethmi’s cheek a kiss she felt her heart drop to her stomach. Could Delia actually be flirting with her? That didn’t make any sense. The lady had a partner. She had a child with a man.

“Please, stop.” Nethmi pushed Delia back looking down, unable to meet the beautiful woman’s eyes. Her hug had wrapped Nethmi up in that delicious scent and it was making it impossible to think.

“Soon Nethmi. I’ll introduce you to the perfect man.” Delia had a promising look in her eye and a knowing smile on her face as she stepped towards the shop’s exit. At the door she stopped and picked up Cléo who was now too tired to walk.

“Can Father come next time?” Cléo mumbled into her mother’s shoulder. A manavgat escort sleepy little whisper that barely came out.

“Of course,” Delia patted her daughters back, “I know Father will love meeting Nethmi… and visiting her shop.”

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Nethmi tried not to move as the needle comb poked into her freshly shaved scalp. She bit down into a leather wrapped stick and scrunched her eyes as she tried to ignore a droplet of blood running down her brow.

Fadiir’s tattooist had been working on her head for the past three hours. Methodical and seemingly tireless, he bestowed the ‘honor’ of the Kiriiz to her skin. The mark signifying she was now one of the Elevated among the populace of Nar.

It was a slow drawn out torture that Nethmi took in silence. Only the thought that she deserved the pain let her get through it.

Tap, tap, tap. Mallet struck against comb. Rows upon rows of bone needles injected lines of ink into Nethmi’s flesh. The Kiriiz taking shape on her skin in a form she had not chosen nor wanted, but could not refuse.

The tattooist stopped, but the stinging pain persisted.

“The first pass is done.” He stated simply as he wrapped Nethmi’s head in gauze to staunch the blood flow, “Don’t pick at your scabbing and keep your Kiriiz shaded from the sun as it heals. I will return in two weeks for the second session.”

Nethmi glowered at the tattooist as she spat the stick from her mouth. He ignored her entirely, packing away his jars of dye, his needle combs, and his mallet into a wooden case as if she didn’t exist.

Then he left her there, lying face first on the table, muscles aching from clenching through the pain. She was exhausted. She wanted to pass out and rest through the week, but she doubted she would be able to fall asleep with her scalp throbbing.

The string bead doors clacked. Nethmi turned her head wincing. Gress entered carrying a platter with two wooden bowls of steaming porridge.

“Figured you’d be hungry.” Gress said and set the platter down on the table. He sat beside Nethmi on the chair the tattooist had been using.

“Thanks.” Nethmi mumbled as she took a spoonful of porridge. It was rich and tangy, with chunks of rockfish mixed in, and a garnish of sweet onion. The porridge was what Gress had made for Nethmi when she was sick as a little girl. She felt regret building up in her chest. Nothing could be done to change things now, so she tried not to dwell on the memory.

“Some foreigners came by earlier asking for you,” Gress mentioned casually as he started eating his own bowl, “They left you a card when I told them you were occupied.”

“A Vilt lady and her daughter?” Nethmi asked and her great uncle nodded, reaching into his pocket to take out the card, “They came by yesterday after you went to bed, didn’t buy anything, but promised they would come again. I didn’t expect it to be so soon.”

Nethmi set down her spoon and took the card. It smelled good. Delia’s familiar spicewood perfume wafted from it. The card was in a cream colored envelope made of fine quality paper and gilt on the edges in twisting vines. It was sealed with a stamped dab of black wax. The insignia embossed on it was a lion grasping a stylized capital P.

Nethmi stared at her hands. She wasn’t sure why but something about this card felt monumental. Like the message contained within would change her life.

“Well are you just going to stare at it?” Gress gave Nethmi’s side a friendly elbow, “Open it up. Your new friend seemed excited. It’s probably good news.”

Nethmi’s hands were trembling, but she cracked the seal. The card was surprisingly empty. It just had two lines and a signature.

Delia recommended I become your patron. Expect my visit in one month’s time.

-Ponce

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“Watch the tackle! If you drop that vertebra the Council will have your hides for damaging the bone!” Nethmi yelled at her men as she watched the ongoing excavation shaded under a canvas canopy. Now that physical labor was ‘beneath her’ all she could do was sit and wring her hands as the bumbling oafs hacked away at the stone.

It was a major operation, fifty laborers working on the steep incline of the Maadtheb Hills to remove the bones. The site was two days from Port Nar, and they had set up a village of tents in the sparse shrubbery to house themselves while they stayed there for the job.

“Don’t think I can’t see you slacking!” Nethmi yelled at a rotund but heavily muscled man who normally worked at the docks. He had been ever so slowly edging his way towards one of the leaning towers of supply crates, “You’ll get your rum ration after the sun sets like everyone else. But I swear, if I catch you day drunk, I’ll have your hands flayed.”

The man bowed low, worrying over the Maa tattooed on the back of his hands that gave him the right to work on the docks. The other men in earshot redoubled their efforts, some taking nervous glances over their shoulders towards Nethmi but never looking directly at her.

It unnerved her how much the attitude others around her had changed. All the scraping and groveling and cringing. They regarded the angry black skeletal dragon now wrapping around her neck, scalp and face with fear and awe. The Kiriiz, its maw opened wide, fangs framing her left orbital.

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So, I thought, this was it. My long-suppressed submissiveness was about to be brought out in front of my butler and now, the maid. The very thought made me shiver with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.

“How did he know?” I asked Emma.

“The same reason I knew, the look in your eyes. When you are feeling submissive your eyes take on a dreamy aspect which makes you give a particular smile. If you want to be Penny the schoolgirl, Miss, you will have to be prepared for the consequences.”

There was an edge to Emma’s voice, which had taken on a breathless quality. Talking of looks in the eyes, hers had an almost predatory look.

“And what might those be?” I asked, tremulously.

Mellors will want to spank you and fuck you, and I will want you to submit to me. In short, Lady Penelope will have to vanish, and you will become our adult schoolgirl – Penny.”

She looked at me. Our eyes locked.

“Do you understand?”

“I do, Miss,” I replied. But even as I did so, I was aware of something stirring deep in my subconscious. The excitement of the moment kept it well suppressed, and once we reached the bedroom, other matters subsumed it; but it stayed there.

“Get your uniform,” Emma ordered.

I loved to dress up in my old school uniform, but it had always been a strictly private pleasure. Now I was committing myself to make it public, and in circumstances where I was going to lose any control over what would happen to me. Even as I was wondering how I could want to do this; I was wrestling with the fact that my knickers were flooded. Bearing that in mind, I took a pair of plain white cotton knickers from my drawer.

“They look very suitable – for a schoolgirl,” Emma said.

“Yes, Miss,” I replied, getting into character.

“Strip.”

The very word made me shiver. My knickers were suddenly warmer and wetter. Slowly I wriggled out of my little black dress, and then unclasped my stockings, rolling them down before removing the suspender belt and, lastly, my sopping wet black knickers, which left spider’s webs of stickiness as I pulled them down.

“Filthy girl, what is that?” Emma asked, harshly, running her fingers across the viscous mess in the gusset of my knickers. “You are really getting off on this, aren’t you, Penny?”

Her tone of voice, the way she looked at me, and the fact that I was standing stark naked in front of my maid, had all contributed to the mess, but I knew what she wanted to hear.

“It is my cunt juice, Miss, I am a dirty little slut.”

I gasped loudly as her hand made sharp contact with my left buttock.

“Get ready for school, girl.”

I went to grab a white bra, only to find Emma slapping my hand.

“No way, girl! Those tiny titlets do not need a bra, just put your blouse on!”

I felt a hot flush come to my face. She knew how sensitive I was about my lack of boobs, and in drawing attention to that, she knew what she was triggering in me.

“Yes, Miss,” I said, doing as I was told, before putting my white knickers on. I did up my tartan school skirt and put on my white socks and school shoes.

“Good girl, now let me deal with you.”

Emma took a cloth and some cream and began to wipe off my make up.

“Schoolgirls do not wear make-up, Penny, so you have already committed one infraction; that will be six strokes of the cane. I think you’d look better with your hair in bunches, do you have any ribbons?”

“Yes Miss,” I said, giving her two red ones from the drawer.

Watching her fascinated me. I knew what she was triggering in me, but it was equally clear that treating me like this was triggering something in her. Her usual submissive vibe had been replaced by a feral, sexual desire. Whatever had been going on between Mellors and Emma, it was clear that she thought that I could add appreciably to it.

“Now, let’s get you back to Mr Mellors.”

The broad, lascivious grin with which he greeted our return told me nothing that I had not expected, and the look he gave Emma confirmed my suspicion that having me like this was something they both wanted; the thought made my new knickers wet.

“Well, well, where is her ladyship? What is this I see?”

Biting my lower lip and blushing, as his gaze travelled all over my body, I replied:

“A slutty schoolgirl, Sir.”

“She has already earned six stripes, Mr Mellors, she was wearing make-up. She may deserve more if her dirty little cunt is wet.”

Mellors cocked an eyebrow, looking at Emma with new respect as she upped her game.

“Check the little slut’s cunt.”

Every time those words made my cunt twitch. I hated the ‘c’ word in ordinary life, so having it applied to me here, and having to use the word myself, triggered another flood into my already sticky knickers. To have my butler call me a “slut” in front of the maid, and to have her finger me in front bakırköy escort of him, raised the humiliation stakes to a level which we all three knew would push me closer to the edge.

Her eyes fixed on Mellors, Emma yanked my knickers down roughly.

“The slut’s cunt is sopping wet, and it looks like she’s cum in her knickers. Do you want to get her to suck your cock before she gets her arse seen to?”

“That’s a good idea, get on your knees and give me your best blow job, girl!”

At that moment, something happened to me. I had reached that edge, but not with the result that I had anticipated. That feeling which had been bubbling away in my subconscious found its way to the surface through the lascivious thoughts released by being freed from my usual inhibitions. Suddenly I knew what I wanted.

Pulling my knickers back up, I slapped Emma’s hands away with one hand and, with my other, took a swing at Mellors’ cock, making him gasp as I did so.

“I think not! If there is a blow job to be given, Emma, you are giving it. Now get down there before I take that paddle and use it on his cock and your arse.”

There was a moment’s utter silence. Each of them stared at each other, speechless. But the look in their eyes told me all I needed to know.

Emma scrambled to her knees and, even before I could grasp her head, her mouth was on Mellors’ cock. Taken by surprise at the speed of the transformation, his focus immediately switched to his own satisfaction. I stood for a moment, watching my would-be domme on her knees giving a blow job to my would-be master.

This, I realised, this was what I wanted. There was no reason why the power I had in our everyday lives could not be transferred to this sphere – if both were willing, and it was clear from their reaction that they were.

Taking up the cane, I got behind Mellors and began to use it on him. Gripping Emma’s head to keep himself upright, he bore the pain well – indeed, more than that, he loved it. With each stroke which marked his arse, he gasped; it was clear to me he was getting as much out of being caned as he was from Emma’s mouth.

With each swish of the cane on his arse, his body jerked forward. With each push forward, Emma’s mouth took more of him. I left enough time between strokes to allow him to use Emma’s mouth as though it were her cunt. Torn between the ecstasy of her lips, and the painful pleasure of his caning, it was not long before Mellors was crying for release.

“May I, may I?”

“May you what, you dirty boy?”

“May I cum in her mouth Miss?”

“Yes,” responded, with a sharp whack to his striped arse.

In a moment, as he grunted and shook, Emma’s mouth was dripping with his cum; there was more than she could gulp. He held on to her head and shuddered as he spent himself. Only when he was finished did she let go. She looked at me, blushing, but with her eyes alight with erotic excitement.

“Did you drain him, Emma?”

“Yes, Miss Penny, every last drop.”

Mellors had fallen to his knees. I looked at them both.

“Are you both clear now, who is in charge here? If so, Emma, kiss Mellors and share his mess with him.”

They nodded and Emma kissed him aggressively, spitting his cum into his mouth.

“Emma, get that cage from the lower drawer and lock him away.”

She nodded and went to do as I had told her, coming back with the cock cage. Mellors presented himself whilst she locked him away.

“Her cunt is the only one you are getting from now on boy,” I told Mellors, “do you understand?”

“Yes, yes Mistress and thank you.”

“Oh, don’t thank me, Mellors, you will only get it when Emma decides to let you have it.”

She grinned at me.

“Really?”

“Yes, really, Emma. I have enjoyed the experience, but when I look at you both, it is you I crave. I know you are bi, and so I will let you have him – when you want. And as for you, Mellors, I think we have established that you are deeply submissive.”

“Yes, yes, Mistress, I want to submit, body and soul to you. I am sorry for the vulgar and disgraceful things I did to you, I thought you wanted them. I am much happier being your submissive.”

“Stop there, boy, there was nothing you did that I did not permit, and it was an interesting experience. Now, Emma, let us go and shower. Mellors, you can come and watch.”

My eyes were focussed entirely upon Emma. I loved her slightly androgynous figure. Those small, perfectly formed little breasts with their hard pink nipples, her smooth mound, those boyish hips, I wanted to feast on her.

As we got into the warm shower, we kissed.

“You know I love you Miss.”

“I do, Emma, and I love you. You are happy to use Mellors and be used by him as you wish?”

As I soaped her breasts, she gasped her assent.

“Oh fuck, Miss, yes, as long as you are bahçelievler escort watching. I want to be a total slut for you. Will you cane me like you did him”?

Swatting her wet buttocks, which elicited a gasp, I said that I would:

“You are a dirty girl, Emma.”

“No, Miss, I am YOUR dirty girl. Look, he’s watching us.”

Through the misting up shower cubicle, we could both see Mellors, his cock constricted, watching us avidly.

I realised that I was as much as an exhibitionist as Emma, and cupped her pussy, easing two fingers in and curling them deep against her inner wall as my thumb pressed her clit. She pivoted on my hand, gasping and pushing herself onto me.

“Please, please Miss, finger fuck me, hard, bite my nipples, use me!”

All reserve gone, we both knew she was mine, utterly. As I urgently fucked her, she gripped and unclenched on my fingers, pushing down harder with each thrust into her velvet wetness. I could feel her begin to shake. My teeth caught her nipple, and even as I bit, I felt her grip my fingers, as her orgasm overwhelmed her. We stood, together, under the warm shower, united in her pleasure.

When she had finished, she kissed me.

“Thank you, Miss.”

“I loved every moment. You were so horny.”

“Oh gawd, I was Miss. You watching him use me had me so wet that if you’d told me to rub myself, I’d have cum there and then.”

“Better you came here and now my girl,” I grinned.

Somehow, we finished showering. As we came out of the shower, Mellors handed us two warm fluffy towels and made as though to dry us.

“No, boy, you can watch us dry each other.”

A groan escaped his lips.

My eyes caught Emma’s. I began to dry her, starting down at her feet and working slowly and methodically working up her firm calves until I reached her strong thighs. I heard a moan escape her lips, and in the background, I could hear heavy breathing by Mellors. I nudged her legs. She parted them and I patted her dry between her legs before moving up. By the time I reached her tits, her nipples were hard.

“Can I dry you now, Miss?” Emma asked.

“You may, my darling.”

As her hands moved the towel across my body, I became aware of my own rising excitement, but banked down the fires; this was not the moment to give into my desires, even assuming they stayed stable. I needed time and space to work out what had happened. Why had that submissive mood dissipated so quickly to one of a desire to dominate? Was I going to switch back as suddenly?

“Now, Emma, get dressed and bring me my blue and yellow summer dress with the flared skirt. I will leave the choice of knickers to you, but I want one of the matching sets, I hate mismatched bras and knickers.”

“Yes Miss,” she grinned.

“And you, Mellors, put on some clothes, we don’t want to be looking at the squashed cock of yours – off you go.”

He scurried off, obediently.

Emma brought my dress, and a virginal white bralette with a matching thong.

“I thought you would like the bralette, Miss,” Emma smiled, “given the size of those titlets.”

There was mischief in her eyes, which held mine for a moment as though to tease me, a feeling intensified as she added:

“Should I undress and dress you, Miss?”

Without stopping for an answer, she began to unbutton my blouse, my bare nipples already hard, ached as the cool air touched them. That, I tried to convince myself, was why they were hard. But as Emma unzipped my school skirt and then yanked my knickers down, I knew it was more, much more than that.

As I stepped out of the soiled knickers, she looked at me as I took off the socks and stood, naked before her.

“Kiss me, Miss!”

She had dressed herself in a teeshirt and tight shorts, both of which emphasised her boyish figure, and as she pulled my naked body against her, I once more felt those feelings of submission rising to the surface. As her hands gripped my naked bum and squeezed my cheeks tight, I let out a moan.

“Now, let’s get you dressed,” she said, as though nothing had happened.

But the way in which she made me step into the thong, pulled it up and patted my bum when it was one, reinforced the feelings stirred into life by the way she had kissed me.

“Do you really want this bralette, Miss? It’s not like you have the tits for it.”

I knew I had, somehow, to recapture the earlier mood of dominance, not least before Mellors returned, but how I was to do it, eluded me.

Even as these thoughts passed through my mind, I was distracted from them by her tweaking my nipples, which made me moan.

“Do I sense that dominant mood receding, Penny?”

As she was pinching both my nipples and standing there clothed while I was wearing only a thong, she could hardly have been accused of a startling insight, but there şirinevler escort was no doubt about it. When she tugged the thong up to simultaneously press against my bum hole and slide between my lips to press on my clit, I could do no more than to answer breathlessly:

“Yes, oh fuck, yes.”

“Right,” she said, laughing, let’s get this dress on, and for fuck’s sake don’t tell the male.”

That broke the moment and allowed me to escape from the subspace to which I was heading.

“You do look so pretty Miss,” Emma said, smiling and looking behind me, “doesn’t she Mellors?”

Mellors was dressed in white shirt and striped trousers but looked extremely sheepish.

“Yes, Miss Emma, she does.”

“Well, boy, I want you on your hands and knees worshipping Miss Penny’s bare feet. If you sit down on the sofa Miss, he can get to work.”

I sat down, crossing my legs, dangling my left foot in what I hoped was a tantalising manner. With a look of slavish devotion in his eyes, Mellors got to work on my toes. Foot fetishism was not my thing, but it was surprisingly exciting to feel him suck each toe, moaning as he did so. His moans increased when Emma got behind him, yanked his trousers down and began spanking him with a paddle. With each spank, he sucked a little harder and moaned a little longer.

“Right, boy, stop!” Emma’s voice was commanding, and Mellors, with some reluctance, stopped.

“Kneel up and let us see that cock!”

Mellors was fully erect and looked at us both, shamefaced.

“Would you like to see her ladyship’s cunt, Mellors,” Emma asked, with a smile on her face.

“Please, Miss, I would love that!”

“My lady, will you stand up and pull your dress up.”

I did so.

Mellors seemed a little flummoxed, as well he might have. He was clearly wondering who was in charge here. Emma’s next comment put that beyond doubt.

“If you will turn and bend forward, my lady, flipping your dress up to show that delectable arse.”

I did so.

“Now, Mellors, you can kiss her arse and jerk off.”

The feelings that shot through me as I felt Mellors’ hands and lips moving up my legs, knowing where he was bound, and not knowing when Emma would tell him to stop, were ones which caused me to moan.

“Do you see the way her thong has slipped between her lips, boy? Do you want to lick her there?”

“Oh yes, yes, Miss.”

“Tough luck. Miss, take your thong off and give it to the boy.”

I slid it down and threw it to him.

“Now, let her ladyship and I watch you wank into her smelly thong.”

Emma came to me, and pulled me gently to her, kissing me.

“Let’s watch!”

I could not work out whether Mellors was utterly frustrated or in some kind of seventh heaven, as he brought himself to orgasm in moments, spurting into my thong and leaking out onto the floor.

“Miss, I do love you,” she said, looking into my eyes, “we will have to work this somehow.”

I nodded, the submissiveness beginning to recede almost as fast as Mellors’ cock deflated.

“Clean up the floor, boy, I want not a drop left.”

I watched as he did as he was told. He seemed to be in a world of his own.

“Mellors, go and get the girl cock in the drawers and bring it here.

“Yes, Miss Emma, at once Miss Emma.”

I looked quizzically at her, she smiled back at me with a look of sheer mischief in her eyes.

“I have the girl cock, Miss Emma.”

“Good boy, now fit the harness on me and then get yourself on all fours for a good pegging.”

I swear that I saw something like a blush. He slid the harness up her long legs and onto her slim hips before buckling it. Emma looked at me.

“Well, as he seems to like using our arses, I thought we’d use his.”

She then applied lube to Mellors’ arsehole, making him moan. That was nothing compared to the noises emitted as she plunged into him and fucked him.

“Penny, sit on the floor where he can see your cunt, but not touch it.”

Of course, I did just that.

“Is that cock of his getting hard on this, Penny?”

“It is indeed, Miss Emma, it seems he likes it up his own arse.”

Mellors gave a huge groan at that point. I could see him looking hungrily at my wet cunt, knowing he was not getting it. Once Emma started spanking him, Mellors went off into a world of pleasure all his own.

“Wank off, boy, I want you to cum while I peg you.”

“Yes, oh yes, Miss Emma,” he groaned loudly and then came, hard, shaking as he did so,

Emma pulled out, leaving him a mess on the floor, lying in his own cum.

“I could make you lick this off, boy,” she said sternly, but I won’t – as long as you behave.”

Groggy, Mellors turned over.

“Yes Miss Emma.”

“Good,” she grinned. “Now Penny and I are going to make love, and you will get dinner ready for later. From here on in, the maid rules, is that clear?”

“Yes, Miss Emma,” we said in tandem.

And that is how we settled happily into a regime where, when she needed it, even Emma could submit to me, but never to Mellors. He was submissive to whichever of us was in the dominant mood. And we all lived happily ever after – if you like that sort of thing.

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Gary had a long pause in the hallway. He wasn’t sure if he should hurry to put his clothing back on or should simply hastily retreat to his dorm room in Anna’s panty with his boner hanging out. He put his own underwear on over them and then bolted back to his dorm room. Nobody saw him and he was able to relax. His head was spinning. Anna was merely his bestie a few hours ago, but since then she took control. She was still loving and a good friend, but was so dominant and confident in her dominance.

However, to Gary she was superior to him in every way. The beautiful blonde was his superior physically and intellectually. Busty, trendy, normal blonde girls should not be stronger than males nor should they be smarter than nerdy guys, but she had destroyed that, leading him into accepting her superior physical strength and intellect. He loved her as a friend, but also always had a crush on the pretty blonde and to have his dream girl as his mistress excited him, but also made him nervous. His attraction to her made him only more vulnerable. She controlled him sexually. While his erection was demanding release, she forbade him from orgasm that night and he honored her wishes despite the frustration. He fell into a fitful sleep and dreamed about Anna laughing as he groveled at her feet as she sat on a throne as his goddess, his queen.

Anna did not need to be called goddess or queen. She liked Princess. It was youthful, feminine, and cute. Anna was very good looking, she had bouncy blonde hair, a pretty face with eyes like deep pools a man could get lost in. She moved with confidence and sensuousness and had a curvy frame and large, bouncing breasts, that made men weak around her, and men like Gary, extra weak. While Gary was awkwardly built, she had an athletic frame She felt so superior to her friend and loved it. She found it satisfying and empowering. She cuddled up in her bed smiling and fell into a gentle sleep. She did not need to dream; she was living it. She just needed to balance him being her bestie with him being her bitch. She was definitely smart enough to figure it out.

Gary put on his own clothing to meet her for breakfast. He was in the dining hall by 0830. He had poured himself a glass of iced tea to wait. The dining hall was only packed with a few of the early risers, but by 0900 it became busier. Anna came in looking cheery and bright around 0930. It didn’t matter she was late. While Gary was wearing a tasteful black t-shirt and athletic shorts, she was wearing a black skirt that ended a bit above the knee, a pink top that teased a bit of cleavage, she was wearing some tasteful sandals and was carrying a backpack. She sat down across from Gary as soon as she came in. She was carrying a gym bag.

Seeing the two together would have struck most people as odd. Even as friends, nothing fit. Anna was a conventionally attractive girl with a athletic body and large, pert breasts, who had very little trouble getting a date or a hook-up. Gary was an awkward virgin who was a bit overweight. Anna was from a city by the coast. Gary was from a small town in Ohio. Anna was from New York City. Gary was Catholic. Anna was Protestant. Gary was conservative, Anna was liberal. Gary was introverted and logical. Anna was outgoing and emotional. Gary was geeky, involved in chess club, and liked Mozart and folk music. Anna had total disinterest in anything like that. She was trendy, popular, liked going out, and blasted trashy pop. However, the two had a strong appreciation of the other, and bonded both using the disability services office and for being insomniacs who hung out while others slept.

“Good morning, besite,” said Anna smiling, “like I said, we’re mostly normal in public.”

“Good morning, Anna,” said Gary. He was turned on by his best friend and mistress looking so beautiful and yet powerful and superior to him.

“Now, I want you to go up to where they’re serving the bayrampaşa escort breakfast. You might want to write this down.”

Gary said, “I have no pen or paper.”

“Lucky you have someone as smart as me around, Gary,” Anna smiled and said it playfully.

She pulled out a pen and pad from her bag.

“Now, I want orange juice with a little bit of ice. I want eggs, over easy if they’re still making them. Put a little cheese over them too. I want two sausage links, two pieces of bacon, and if they have the waffle irons on, one of those, if not, you can get me the simpler kind. Make sure you bring over butter and syrup. Oh, and a cup of coffee, bring milk and sugar.”

Gary wrote it down and took a moment before he got up.

“Aren’t you going to get me by breakfast?” Anna said sweetly.

“Yes, Anna,” Gary said and was off. He kept her order perfectly. As it was Sunday the waffle irons and egg station was available. Gary made an effort to fix himself a plate as well before delivering it to Anna.

He ran into Rebekah by the bar, the Israeli beauty was wearing silver athletic shorts and a tight red tank top, she clearly came from the gym. She smiled and said, “Wow, someone’s hungry!”

“Haha, I’m just helping a friend again,” said Gary.

“You are one hell of a friend, Gary,” said Rebekah, “Nice to see you.”

“Nice to see you too,” said Gary.

Gary went back to Anna and placed her food in front of her. He then put his food down.

“Good boy,” said Anna smiling before she started eating.

Gary began eating after she had begun. The praise of “good boy,” was enough for him to feel proud that he could make his Princess’ life easier. She didn’t say thank you, but her instructions pertaining to breakfast were not a favor or a request, they were an order. Even though their games would not happen in public, Anna knew he craved serving her and would give him plenty of times.

“Now, Gary, I thought maybe we could go to the gym today. You don’t have to lift anything, just spot for me, watch me, see how strong I am. Admire it. It’ll be plenty of fun for both of us,” Anna smiled, “I want you to see it on display.”

“Um, okay,” said Gary.

Anna downed her juice pretty quickly, “Another glass,” the busty blonde said nonchalantly. Gary complied.

“Then, we can go back to my dorm, I have some fun ideas ready.,” said Anna.

“Sounds good, Anna,” said Gary.

“Good,” said Anna.

“Good boy,” now carry my gym bag, “Something tells me it’s the heaviest thing you’ll be lifting today.”

Gary loved Anna’s domineering attitude and her teasing him about his weakness. Her gym bag was predictably light, only carrying a change of clothing and some sneakers.

Gary disposed of both lunch trays before carrying Anna’s gym bag with him several steps behind her. She took the bag from him and went into the women’s locker room. When Anna emerged she was wearing a purple sports bra, tight black spandex shorts, and a pair of blue sneakers with pink ankle socks under them. She had tied her hair back and said, “so, watch me work out.”

Anna went over to the bench press machine first. She saw a cute brunette working out under it showing a surprising level of strength, she was dressed a bit like Anna, her name was Mackenzie and Gary had an economics class with her. Mackenzie was on the swim team and had a slender figure, but substantial muscles in her exposed arms, legs and abs. Mackenzie had broad shoulders and was clearly strong throughout. Anna smirked noticing Gary’s immediate attraction to the female athlete.

Mackenzie sat up, her messy brown hair behind her, “Gary! How are you?”

Mackenzie was cute, fit, and pleasant.

“I’m good Mackenzie,” said Gary.

“Who’s your friend?” asked Mackenzie.

“Oh of course, this is my friend, Anna,” said Gary.

Anna noticed Gary stressed the word friend. As attracted as he was to Anna he wasn’t sure if it was reciprocated and wanted to make it clear to Mackenzie that he remained romantically and sexually available. Gary, clearly had a bit of a crush on the girl. Anna didn’t mind this tactic, especially because reasonably she was not his girlfriend and they were keeping the entire domme and sub element a secret. However, Anna was going to use this as an excuse to punish him later.

“Nice to meet you Anna,” said Mackenzie, “Do you guys want to get at the machine?”

“When you finish, if you don’t mind,” said Anna.

“Sure thing, I was just going! Nice to meet you Anna, great to see you Gary!” Machenzie smiled and sauntered away. Anna was surprised to find herself a little jealous toward Mackenzie who seemed a little too friendly toward Gary. She wouldn’t lose her bestie, but was not ready to lose her bitch either.

As the machine was now open, Anna promptly sat on the bench and she realized that she could lift what Mackenzie had been lifting, but could not do reps, so she lowered it a bit to where she was comfortable at, realizing that she didn’t need to be as strong as Mackenzie to turn on her weaker male counterpart–so long as she çapa escort was clearly stronger than him, and she was.

Gary admired how Anna’s stronger body lifted more than he could and Anna smirked in knowledge of his admiration. Her muscles danced as she lifted far more than he could. After Anna had done a rep, she said, “Gary, sweetie, come here and see if you could lift what I did.”

Gary took the appropriate position on the machine and could simply not lift as much as Anna had. He could move it slightly, but could not lift it in full. Anna wondered if she was seen as powerful by Gary, he must think of Mackenzie as superhuman. A female Achilles. Regardless, Anna wasn’t done.

Anna continued to go through an array of machines doing two reps then daring Gary to make the same. Gary, universally fell short. Nearby girls were often watching them somewhat entertained by this display of female dominance, at the bicep curls, a curvy and busty brunette, Paige, that Gary knew from a literature class. Paige had wavy brown hair she combed and tied back and was wearing a yellow t-shirt and black yoga pants. Paige was cute and had big green eyes. She was a bit on the geeky side, but seeing her lift 40 lb dumb-bells as reps was quite a lot for even most athletic girls.

“Hey Anna, Gary, nice to see you both!” exclaimed Paige, putting the dumb bells down.

“Hi Paige,” said Gary.

“Nice to see you too, ” said Anna.

“I never really see you guys at the gym,” said Paige, “why is that?”

“I go sometimes,” said Anna, “usually in the morning hours.”

“What about you?” asked Pagie to Gary.

“No, not really,” he said.

“You need to go, Gary. It feels great!” said Paige.

“I agree,” said Anna, she smirked at Gary.

Anna took twenty pound dumb bells to do reps, and assigned Gary to do fifteen pounders which he found to present some challenge, while Anna handled the twenty pounders with relative ease. Paige was even somewhat surprised by how much weaker Gary was and the two girls even chatted and smiled while Gary worked at doing his reps with the lighter weights.

“Nice to see you two,” said Paige as she left.

“Nive to see you as well,” stammered Gary, drained from the work-out. Anna, however, was not winded at all.

Anna leaned over to Gary when they were alone enough and whispered, “Paige is cute, and very strong, she knows what a sissy you are though. You must love it.”

Gary was turned on by the statement and became erect. Anna said “you might want to get that down, I haven’t decided if you’re going to cum today, but I want you to build a real orgasm up and not spoil it. I’m going to go get my stuff, go into the locker room to get that down, then meet me in the lobby, we’re going back to my place.”

Anna walked alongside Gary and the two had a normal conversation mostly talking about general topics, although Anna did do most of the talking and Gary said “yes, Anna” a lot. Gary carried Anna’s gym bag and they re-entered her dorm room. Immediately Anna snapped her fingers, Gary fell to his knees in response.

“Good boy!” said Anna, “Now Gary, tell me, which of us is stronger?”

“You are, Princess Anna,” said Gary.

“Good boy! Who’s smarter?”

“You are, Princess Anna,” said Gary.

“Good boy! You want this, right? You let me know, if you ever get uncomfortable, okay?” Anna said, “We’re still besties, not everyday will be a training day, but I think we should get You didn’t cum last night, right?”

“No Princess, I obeyed and was a good boy,” said Gary.

“You are such a good boy!” Anna kissed him on the cheek.

Anna handed Gary a pair of panties and said, “Get in uniform, boy!”

“Uniform, boy clothes off and in my panties, now!” Anna contemptuously through him a pain of panties, she tossed him a hot pink pair of panties that in black lettering said “Slut” over where the pussy would be.

As he stripped Anna laughed at his submission. She was so superior to him and she loved it. Anna snapped her fingers as soon as he was done. He had been planning to get back on his knees, but now he had little choice in the matter. His erection was strategically positioned, but really had little space in the panties. This only made her laugh harder.

“So bitch, did you like our little trip to the gym?” asked Anna.

“Yes, Princess,” said Gary.

“Yes you did, it showed that I’m not the other girl stronger than you, in fact, imagine for a second that I was Paige or Mackenzie, how that would go for you? I defeat you physically easily enough, tell me, did you like how much stronger Paige was?” Anna asked, a hint of menace in her voice.

“Yes, Princess Anna,” Gary decided to tell the truth.

“What about Mackenzie?,” there was more venom in Anna’s voice, she was going to enjoy tormenting him.

“Yes, Princess,” said Gary.

“Yeah, she was a cute little athlete, it seemed you liked Mackenzie a little too much,” Anna said with an accusatory tone.

“What do you mean, Princess?” asked Gary.

“What I mean is you were a very disloyal bitch. Mackenzie is not fındıkzade escort your Mistress. You’re property bitch, and you’re going to like it that way, do you understand me?” shouted Anna.

“Yes, Princess, I’m sorry Princess!” said Gary.

Anna looked at Gary with mock contempt, she was enjoying her role as “Princess” and having her best friend as her slave, or as she preferred to term it “bitch.”

“Are you really sorry, bitch? Or as soon as I let you tug your inadequate dick are you going to moan out Mackenzie’s name?” Anna asked in a contemptuous tone.

“No, Princess, I’ll be thinking of you!” pleaded Gary.

“Gross!” said Anna, “Pervert.”

“When you do stroke it…you know…back when your cummies were your choice, did you think about Mackenzie, and don’t lie to me bitch!” said Anna.

“Yes Princess, but not only Macken—” pleaded Gary.

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” said Anna in a mock enraged tone, “You little slut!”

“Princess, I think about–” said Gary before Anna cut him off.

“Don’t interrupt me you bitch!” Anna promptly slapped Gary across the face, hard..

“Oww!” Gary exclaimed as he nursed his injured cheek. However Anna wasn’t done.

The powerful budding domme took off one of her sneakers and removed one of her gym socks and crammed it in Gary’s mouth. It tasted foul, but he loved it. His erection was not contained to the panties in any capacity at this point, making him look ridiculous, much to Anna’a amusement.

“It’s still funny that you’re dick is hanging out of those, bitchboy,” said Anna.

“Now where was I, before you rudely interrupted me. Bitchboy, you’re not smart enough, strong enough, or worthy enough to think you’re allowed to interrupt your Princess. Where was I? Oh right. Mackenzie and Paige might be strong and very pretty, but they’re not your Mistresses. They might be your superiors, because they’re stronger and they’re girls, but only Princess has the power to give and take away your orgasms. You fantasize about me only from now on unless otherwise instructed.”

Anna removed her other shoe and sock to being barefoot. She said “On your back, bitch.”

Gary murmured what Anna decided was a “yes Princess,” through the sock as he complied. Anna looked down at Gary, her big green eyes boring into him and the busty and dominant blonde bent down, giving Gary a good view of her cleavage as she said to him, “I’m going to remove the sock, you’re not going to speak unless I instruct you to, do you understand?”

Gary nodded.

“Good boy,” Anna removed the sock.

“Gary, I want you to say ‘Mercy’ if you aren’t able to handle what’s about to come, do you understand me, you may answer,” Anna said in a gentle tone.

“Yes, Princess,” said Gary.

“What do you say?” said Anna.

“Mercy,” said Gary.

“Good boy, other than that I don’t want to hear another peep, if you do it will be hell to pay. Nod if you understand,” Anna said sternly.

Gary nodded.

“Good boy,” said Anna. Anna grabbed a pillow and put it under his head on the floor then began the first of many domineering acts she would do that day.

Anna barefoot began walking over Gary. She first stepped onto his with her right then left foot, she moved her left foot to his face only to twink his nose before she was fully standing on his chest again. She moved her left then right foot onto his abdomen.

Gary made little noise except for gasps occasionally from the beautiful girl’s weight on him.

Anna took her right foot and weight bore, stomping down on Gary’s balls, snickering at his gasp and saying “That’s revenge for your eyes on that little hussy Mackenzie.” Anna then placed her left foot between his legs, bearing weight on his testicles briefly as she stepped before standing squarely between his legs, his hard penis was entirely outside the slutty thong and Anna gave him a bit of a foot job with her right foot before stepping onto his stomach and chest and stepping around on the boy’s torso again before stepping off him looking in satisfaction of her work.

“Good boy, Gary, you were silent during that time. She sat next to him looking into his eyes, “Gary, understand you could have said mercy, you can talk again, by the way.”

“I know, I didn’t need to, I promise, Princess,” said Gary.

“Good boy,” Anna kissed him on the cheek, “You’re okay with these games, right?”

“Yes Princess,” said Gary.

“Good boy,” said Anna, “Walking on you is fun. Stay where you are, don’t move a muscle, bitchboy!” Anna giggled at calling him bitchboy, she still found the name, and the fact he liked it, funny.

Gary could hear Anna opening a drawer and a zipping sound. He also heard her rustling through another drawer, and looked straight at the ceiling. Anna liked how his neuro-divergent status made him take things literally and enjoy clear rules, she had to explain less and could expect general loyalty from her bestie and submissive boy-toy. She then hovered her feet over his face, she had switched into boots. The boots were black and leather–or a vinyl type substitute. The boots had a slight, thick heel. Anna noted she would need sexier boots, but this opportunity was too good to let pass. She noticed Gary had become even more erect from the boots and smirked. As Gary looked over Anna who smiled down at him mischievously, he noticed she had also switched into a black mini-skirt.

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John had been on the road since 6.30 that morning. His back was hurting and he was ravenous having skipped lunch.

As he pulled into the hotel car park he was looking forward to a hot shower, dinner, a couple of whiskeys and a good night’s sleep in a comfortable bed.

He noted the hotel was unusually busy as he entered the lobby. A frequent visitor he had not made a booking as it was normally pretty quite this far north at this time of the year.

Approaching the desk he spotted Sally, the manager, whom he’d dealt with on numerous occasions.

‘What’s going on Sal, you look a little busy?’

Sally smiled at seeing him; ‘yes we have a Women’s Institute conference in town’. Are you looking to book in?’

‘I was hoping too… I’ve been on the road since early and have had an exhaustive day. Am I in trouble?’

A little frown crept into her smile; John knew he was in trouble.

‘I’m afraid we don’t have anything left and I’m pretty sure almost every bed in the town has been booked out for weeks. Let me ring around and see if anything’s left’. Why don’t you go into the bar and I’ll swing by in half an hour and let you know if I have sorted something for you?’

John knew he was in good hands and headed to the bar with his holdall. He ordered a scotch on ice and took a seat at the bar. Three drinks later Sally came striding into the Bar.

‘I’m really sorry John it took a while but I’ve managed to get you the last bed within 20 miles. St. Cambusnethan House it’s a beautiful old Gothic manor further up the valley. Elizabeth Quince is the owner and a good friend of mine. It’s a bit of a drive I’m afraid but you’ll be in good hands. How about I get the hotel bus to drop you up and collect you in the morning? That way you won’t have to worry about finding the place in the dark’.

John was not in a position to argue and appreciated Sally’s efforts, he accepted her offer of a lift and left his keys with her at the reception desk as he left in the hotel minibus. He was gald he had decided to take the lift as there was no way he would have found his way through the forest roads, tired and with one too many to drink.

After 20 minutes driving the minibus halted at an imposing set of gates. As they slowly opened John wondered how anyone would ever find this place particularly at night.

It took another five minutes to reach the manor but it was just as Sally had said; a rather imposing Gothic manor silhouetted against the moonlit sky. The minibus driver took John’s holdall and carried it to the door. He knocked on an old cast iron door knocker. Shortly after John could hear a number of bolts being undone behind the door. He thought the security a little unusual for a guest house. As the large heavy door drew open he was a little take back by the diminutive old lady that stood behind it.

‘Good evening dear, you must be John? I’m Elizabeth, Sally told me you’re in a bit of a pickle. Please come in and rest your weary bones’.

John took the holdall from the driver and entered the manor. As the driver turned to leave John asked what topkapi escort time he would be picked up at in the morning? ‘You just phone Sally when you’re ready to leave and I’ll be up in a flash’. With that he drove off leaving John and Elizabeth.

‘Follow me dear and I’ll just get you to sign the register’. John followed Elizabeth into a beautiful old hallway with oak panelling all around; a large oak desk served as a reception. It sat under the stairs which wound their way up and around the hallway. The hallway itself was dimly lit but warm and a beautiful smell of roast beef was filling the air.

Like the building Elizabeth was old and of a different era. She wore a grey knee length tweed skirt, pale blue cashmere twin set and horn-rimmed spectacles. She smelt of rose water and had an imposing manner about her despite her size. John thought she may have been a school mistress in a previous life.

‘I’m afraid I only have one room left dear. It is in the attic and you will have to share a bathroom’. John expressed his gratitude and indicated how tired he was. ‘Would it be possible to have a shower and get something to eat’? ‘I’m afraid a shower is out of the question but I could run a bath for you after which you could join us for dinner. Would that suit?’ The thought of a good soak was appealing. John smiled and nodded.

‘Good dear, you follow me to the room and while you unpack I’ll run the bath for you’. Dinner will be ready in 50 minutes which should give you just enough time to unwind.

John followed Elizabeth up the stairs, off down a landing and up another smaller set of stairs to another smaller landing. There were three rooms on the landing one at each end and one in the middle.

Elizabeth pointed at the middle door which was half stippled glass. ‘This is the bathroom dear. You will be able to tell when it is occupied as you will see the light through the glass’.

She then led him to the room on the right. As they entered the room John noted it was old but clean. It looked like something from an old Miss Marple murder mystery. A wine candlewick bedspread was turned down on the single bed revealing candy stripped flannel sheets and two pillows. The room was warm but a little musty and had one window which was high out of reach in the sloped ceiling.

‘Now dear you unpack and I’ll run your bath’. John sat on the bed and sighed. It had a deep hallow in the middle from years of use and was a far cry from the firm bed he was looking forward to.

Before removing his shaving kit from his holdall he tried to check his e-mail on his mobile only to discover that there was no service. He also wanted to phone Jenny his wife and catch up with the day’s news. He would ask Elizabeth if he could use the manor phone at dinner.

After years on the road John had a habit of travelling light. His holdall contained a couple of clean shirts, underwear, socks and shaving kit.

Five minutes later Elizabeth knocked on the door. ‘Your bath is ready dear; I’ve left some additional towels for you by the bath’.

John merter escort took off his suit jacket, shoes and tie and took a clean shirt, underwear and his shaving kit to the bathroom. The room was full of steam; a large cast iron bath was waiting filled to the brim and smelling of lavender. John stripped and left his clothes on a wooden towel stand. He slipped into the piping hot water and after a few minutes could feel the tiredness seeping out of his body. Within minutes he was dozing off; the effects of the journey, tiredness and alcohol taking effect.

John awoke with a start, he could feel the water temperature had dropped and realised he may have been sleeping for some time. Mindful of his hunger and not wanting to keep other guests waiting he got out of the bath and went to dry himself. It was then that he noticed that his clothes were gone from the towel rail. Taking one of the towels he began to dry himself off. Whatever Elizabeth had put into the water his skin was incredibly soft and sensitive and the towel felt luxurious. He wrapped a towel around his waist but it was too small and he had to hold both ends together on his left side. Mindful of his predicament and curious as to where his clothes had disappeared he checked that the hallway was clear before creeping back to his room hoping not to meet anyone.

As he entered the room he was startled to see Elizabeth sitting on the end of the bed. ‘I took the liberty of taking your clothes down for an airing. We will have them cleaned and freshly ironed for you first thing in the morning’.

Somewhat embarrassed John thanked her but explained that he had no other clothes. ‘Not to worry dear I have taken care of that’.

As Elizabeth stood up John could see that she had left a pair of old fashioned purple and grey candy stripped flannel pyjamas neatly folded on the bed with an old woollen dressing gown and carpet slippers. ‘I’ve left these out for you, now put them on quickly while the heat from the radiator is still in them’.

Not knowing what to do John stressed that he did not wear pyjamas and didn’t want to put her to anymore trouble. ‘No trouble dear; I don’t accept this modern habit of men sleeping naked. It leads to all forms of inappropriate behaviour. Quickly now let me help you put the pyjamas on. Once you feel the warmth of the flannel you will be happy to wear them’. Elizabeth took the jacket from the bed and shook it out. She undid the buttons and approached John with the jacket outstretched. John was feeling a little aroused by the whole affair. He didn’t want to wear the pyjamas but part of him wished to surrender to this motherly figure ordering him about like a child. He offered her his right arm and she slowly slipped the jacket sleeve up over his shoulder and back. The warmth and softness of the flannel excited him and he began to feel movement in his loins. As she took his left arm the towel fell from his waist revealing his growing manhood.

Elizabeth was not phased and slowly began to close the buttons from the neck down. Left standing esenler escort in a half closed pyjama jacket naked from the waist down John was pink with embarrassment and the heat from the bath.

‘Now dear, don’t be embarrassed, after 30 years nursing men I’ve seen all sorts’. Having finished buttoning him into the Jacket she grabbed the pyjama bottoms. Like the jacket they were a little too large. She offered a pyjama leg to John and he willing stepped into them like a helpless old man. At this point he was hot and weak from the bath and excitement.

Elizabeth pulled the bottoms right up over John’s belly button and began to tie the waist. She tied a series of granny knots to ensure the bottoms did not fall down. John could see himself in a full length mirror with a large bulge protruding out under the pyjama bottoms. He looked like an imbecile but was further aroused by the image and softness and warmth of the flannel.

He was looking in the mirror when Elizabeth hit the top of his penis with something hard; it immediately shrank away. Elizabeth was holding a wooden spoon; ‘something I learnt from my days in nursing, it always works my dear’. John was somewhat taken aback but Elizabeth assured him it was in his best interest.

Elizabeth slipped the dressing gown over his shoulders and tied the belt. Finally she placed the carpet slippers on his feet which had disappeared under a curtain of flannel. ‘Now dear don’t you look delightful; you’d swear you were born for them’.

The whole episode could not have taken more than five minutes but John was now encased in warm, flannel and completely at the mercy of a diminutive old woman. He was not sure how this had happened or why but he was also aware that he had enjoyed it and was in part responsible as he had willed it to happen.

Elizabeth then invited John to join her and the other guests for dinner. John protested that he did not wish to be seen by others dressed like this. ‘Nonsense’ Elizabeth said as she led him by the hand leading him out onto the landing and down to the dining room.

Not being used to wearing pyjamas John found pleasure in how the fabric caressed his skin and loins as he walked. He felt a degree of comfort and peace he had not felt since his childhood.

As they entered the dining room John was take aback to see five other men sitting around the dining table; all dressed in pyjamas and dressing gowns. Some wearing traditional pyjamas like John’s and some paisley flannel pyjamas. He was somewhat shaken; what had he got himself into?

Elizabeth stood behind a vacant chair and invited him to sit down. As she pulled the chair back from the table he could see that it was an old fashioned wicker wheelchair. Something told him that if the sat in the chair his life would never be the same again. He looked to the faces of the other men for answers but they looked lost and bewildered like little children waiting to be told what to do. Standing there dressed in pyjamas with no visible way out John was resigned to his fate. Elizabeth took his hand and gently led him to the chair. As he sat down a feeling of exhaustion swept over him; he felt completely alone and powerless.

‘Gentlemen’ Elizabeth announced. I would like to introduce you to our latest guest. John will be joining our little clan for a few weeks to learn the finer arts of pyjama discipline’.

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Chapter 1

Fortunately, the clouds had disappeared when Roman reached his destination this Saturday morning. As soon as he had roamed the first rows of the weekly flea market, the sun actually came out. If that wasn’t a good sign. A few minutes later his heart suddenly began to beat faster with excitement. She was actually there again. He didn’t even know her name, but Roman’s thoughts for several weeks had revolved almost exclusively around this attractive young lady, who had already sold him several pairs of her worn shoes.

In the meantime, she even knew that he was not buying these shoes for a friend, but for himself. Little by little the slender blonde had tickled some details out of him. Despite her open-minded nature, she was visibly amused by the fact that Roman kneeled regularly at home in front of her old shoes and kissed them, licked them and inhaled their scent. By the way, she of course also made good sales with him. Which the attractive student of course also welcomed.

She had even sold him very worn and sweaty pumps of her mother, because she only had a few pairs of heels herself and her stock of old shoes was slowly running out. She greeted him immediately with a friendly smile. Since there was so little going on so early, the young lady used the opportunity to have an undisturbed conversation with Roman.

“I am glad that you are here again. Were the shoes from last week to your satisfaction?” Shy and a little embarrassed, he answered quietly.

“I am also looking forward to seeing you again. The shoes were good. Thanks again for that.” The pretty blonde shone. “No cause. You bought them regularly. I have to thank you.” After some small talk the young lady came relatively fast to the point.

“Unfortunately I have no shoes to sell today. Slowly I really run out of them. Therefore I would have to make you a suggestion. But first I would be interested to know why you always buy worn shoes. Aren’t the pairs that you have already bought enough for you or will the shoes lose their appeal for you after some time?”

The beautiful student attentively watched each of his movements. He avoided her gaze with discomfort. Although it almost caused him physical pain, he confessed to her in detail the nature of his preferences. His greed had long since triumphed over his sense of shame. Grinning, she listened to his remarks, in which he revealed to her that licking her shoes clean was his main drive and that the cleaned shoes really lost their charm for him.

The young lady smiled at him.

“Hey, it’s not that bad. You can’t always choose in life what you like and what you don’t like. Besides, I had already suspected that you were mainly interested in licking my shoes clean. I just really wanted to hear from your mouth that you like to clean my shoes with your tongue. After all, you don’t get something like that said every day.”

Roman’s face suddenly got some color. She had just exposed him, but somehow it didn’t even seem to bother him. At that moment, his thoughts were still circling around the suggestion she wanted to make him. With sparkling eyes she fixed him now.

“As I said, I have no more worn shoes to sell you. At the same time I had an idea. What do you think about cleaning my normal everyday shoes, i.e. all the shoes I wear, on a regular basis?”

Roman stared. What did she mean? She immediately met his additional need for explanation.

“Quite simply. For example, I would give you several pairs of shoes worn by me once a week. After that you would have several days to clean them conscientiously with your tongue and give them back to me at our next meeting. Of course with a little attention in the form of a pocket money for me. Of course, I would then supply you with shoes that were soiled by me all the time. This would be an almost perfect trade for both of us. Don’t you think?”

Speechless, Roman stared again at her. This offer sounded really tempting. To be allowed to serve this beauty in this way was almost the epitome of his submissive inclination. When he asked her a little timidly about her idea about the amount of pocket money, a magical smile appeared on her pretty face.

“Don’t worry, we’ll surely come to an agreement. If I’m honest, it’s not even about money. So it is, but not only. I feel the idea that someone apparently sees his purpose in life in licking my dirty shoes clean and even paying for it, very flattering and charming. It fascinates me somehow. I don’t know exactly either.”

Roman also smiled a bit timidly. She grinned and reached out her hand to him at the same time. “Then you agree?”

Without thinking he shook her hand immediately and affirmed her suggestion completely absorbed in her deep blue eyes as if in a trance. Satisfied, she looked at.

“I am happy. That’ll be fun for sure. If I am honest, I can hardly wait any longer to wear the shoes you have licked clean. Oh yes, what I almost forgot. If our agreement works out, I can easily bring you one bahçeşehir escort or two pairs of my mother’s pumps. Without surcharge of course. I only mean, because I hardly wear heels and you were very taken with the old pumps of my mother, which I sold you.”

Roman suddenly became clairaudient. In fact, these old high heels were a highlight of his purchases. For hours he had licked the worn and already from the shoe detached insoles, until he had taken also the last remainder of the foot sweat of the former owner in himself. The extremely salty taste had literally burned itself into his memory. An almost unforgettable experience for him.

He thanked her for this benevolent gesture and told her that it was of course an honour for him to clean her mother’s shoes as well. The blonde student grinned.

“I can imagine that. All guys are into high heels. I would have been surprised if you had knocked them out. That’s why I’m happy that you generally want to clean all my shoes. No matter whether you like them or not. That honours you.”

Roman smiled embarrassedly. Suddenly she took a piece of paper and a pen out of her pocket and scribbled something on it.

“My mobile phone number. Just write me a message with your number so I can reach you. By the way, my name is Silke. But you are welcome to say Sil to me. Only my mother calls me Silke.”

He nodded and swallowed at the same time, while he inserted the note. That’s right, they hadn’t even introduced themselves. A little meek, he now went on the offensive.

“Pleased to meet you. I’m Roman.” Silke smiled again warmly.

“Roman. Really a very nice name, for someone who now licks my shoes clean.” He looked at her in amazement. What was that all about? At that moment she began to laugh.

“Sorry. I’m just kidding.” But before he could think any more about this somewhat inappropriate statement, she suddenly opened the trunk of her car and took out an inconspicuous plastic bag.

Grinning smugly, she handed it over. “With wise foresight, I simply packed my dirtiest pairs of shoes for you. I wish you a lot of fun cleaning and remember: I want them back! So don’t disappoint me. And don’t you dare to cum on my shoes. Should I ever find traces of sperm, our agreement died immediately. Clear?”

Intimidated, he immediately shook his head and assured her that soiling her shoes was also an absolute taboo for him, as he wanted to worship them.

The blonde student grinned again to her ears. “Worship? You worship my shoes while you lick them clean?”

Her opposite looked shamefaced to the ground and finally affirmed, while she shook her head in amusement. “Well, if you enjoy it. Then go and pray! We’ll hear from each other. Have fun with my shoes.”

A little perplexed, Roman said goodbye, firmly enclosing the carrying handle of the bag. As soon as he had reached his car, he immediately sent the promised message with his number. Seconds later, the blonde lady answered already.

“Good boy. I’ll get back to you. xD”

He stared at his mobile phone, agitated and with shaky hands. He still hadn’t dared to look inside the bag. A chaos of emotions just broke over him. A true rush of happiness about the possibility of living out his submissive passion went hand in hand with feelings of guilt and fear of the consequences of having revealed his secret preferences to a stranger. Nevertheless, the young man was completely certain. This was by far the most exciting experience of his life.

Silke was really something special. Simply the dream of his fantasies made flesh. Nevertheless, some of her remarks were worrying. Something subconsciously reminded him to be careful. It would be anything but easy to master this tightrope act, to keep this lady in a good mood and at the same time not to become completely dependent on her. Before he started the car, he stroked the bag he had put next to him on the passenger seat, breathed out deeply and shook his head in disbelief.

Chapter 2

Arriving home, he carried the bag into the living room like a treasure and gently laid it on the floor. Excited and with trembling hands, he immediately knelt in front of it and slowly took out the objects of his desire. His heart began to beat faster. These were really normal everyday shoes, which were only soiled by street dust. Ballerinas, chucks and relatively flat summer sandals with elegant straps.

Completely intoxicated by the idea that these shoes were worn barefoot by Silke, and that they had only been given to him for one reason, Roman was in a real endorphin frenzy at that moment. As soon as he had lined up the slightly to moderately dirty shoes in front of him, he began to sniff at them for a long time before kissing them in awe for minutes.

He kneeled down, bent deeply in front of the blonde beauty’s shoes and imagined that the owner was wearing them. When he started licking the girls’ shoes almost minutes later, his feelings of happiness esenyurt escort gave way to complete inner contentment. With real pleasure he cleaned the dirty soles of her leisure shoes with his tongue. The fact that he was serving this young woman with his activity, since she intended to wear the shoes that he had licked clean normally again, drove the young man to really top performances.

The next few days flew by for Roman, as he spent his entire leisure time almost exclusively on his knees in front of Silke’s shoes, which, after many hours of tongue care, almost shone in new splendour. In addition he had even licked the very worn, but still elegant pumps of her mother by the way. Although he was incredibly ashamed himself, he gradually had to admit that his whole life was all about licking this blonde’s dirty shoes and he even paid money for it.

When he licked the toe area of the insoles of her summer sandals for the hundredth time that evening, he received a message.

“Hi Roman. Are my shoes nice and clean already? LG Sil”

Excitedly he answered immediately full of pride that they were already conscientiously cleaned. Her friendly follow-up message immediately included the place and time of her return. She also informed him of the unexpectedly moderate height of her financial expectations. Since the attractive student wanted her shoes back the next day, Roman caressed them again extensively before he went to bed exhausted and with aching knees full of anticipation for the meeting with Silke.

The next day, at the agreed time, he waited nervously at the familiar parking lot. A few minutes later the young lady parked next to him and greeted Roman shortly afterwards with a warm smile. As agreed, the meeting place was relatively discreet and yet not completely secluded, so Silke had no reason to whisper.

“Hello, Roman. Have you been waiting long?”

After he had also greeted her, he handed her the bag with her shoes and the desired money without being asked. Pleased, she immediately pocketed the money and then took a curious look into the plastic bag.

“Wow! They almost look like new! Thank you. You really are unbelievable. Did you really just clean them with your tongue?”

Proud and embarrassed at the same time, he nodded.

“And with my lips.” At the same time he turned red with shame on his face.

The attractive blonde smiled at him almost touched. “You become really red. My God how sweet.” When Roman looked shyly to the ground, she took a backpack from her car and opened the zipper. From this she took two pairs of heels and high-hooked sandals, which she smilingly presented to Roman.

“Since I can apparently rely on you, I brought you my precious shoes today, which I wear to ceremonial occasions or simply to party. I love these shoes. Especially the sandals. I even wore them on my prom. So take good care of them.”

Roman was still staring at the elegant heels, but nodded immediately and assured her that he would look after them like his eyeballs. Pleased, she smiled contentedly.

“Nice. I think they are in good hands with you. But before I leave them to you to clean, I’d like to know something else.”

A hypocritical grin suddenly appeared on her lovely face. The young man listened.

“What was it like for you to lick my shoes clean? Were they tasty and did you enjoy it?” When Roman affirmed this again with shame, the young lady obviously continued to drill amusedly.

“And do you swallow the dirt or spit it out?” He would have loved to have sunk into the ground, but the prospect of her heels forced him to answer. So he quietly replied timidly.

“I swallow everything I lick from your shoes.” Grinning and disgusted at the same time, she almost screamed: “Really? You really eat the dirt off my shoes?” Unbelieving she looked at him. “And what do you like about it?”

Without thinking Roman answered this time immediately. “Because this shoes were worn by you.”

The young lady didn’t seem to have expected this answer. Speechless and irritated, she just stared at him. A moment later she began to smile at him with emotion.

“Oh. I see. That was kind of a compliment to me now, wasn’t it?”

Embarrassed, Silke put her shoes back in her backpack and handed it to him with a smile. She looked him straight in the eye for a fraction of a second. Shortly after she had caught herself again and said goodbye to him.

“So I have to go now. Thanks again for the money. You are busy for the next days. See you then. I’ll be in touch.”

Roman could just say goodbye, the young lady had already disappeared with her car. A little surprised he looked after her before he opened the backpack to take another look at her elegant shoes. At that moment he realized what treasure had been left to him. Trembling with anticipation he set off now as well. He had hardly closed the front door when he received a surprising text message from Silke.

“Have fun halkalı escort with my darlings! My little shoe licker”.

Proud and irritated at the same time, he stared for several seconds at the cheeky message of this young woman, who somehow had to be fascinated by him or his preference for her shoes. At least a certain amount of interest could not be denied.

But a little later he was already kneeling before the heels of this beauty, which he had hastily and excitedly placed in front of him on the floor as usual. For a moment he could hardly believe his luck, but in the next moment he already fell on her shoes. Like a starving dog his tongue glided greedily and with complete pleasure over her high heels.

For the next few hours he licked her shoes clean several times. The extent of his efforts exceeded all previous measures by far. Always trying not to damage these sanctuaries, he even took each shoe so far and as long as possible in his mouth and polished the sole with his tongue at the same time. Unfortunately, the objects of his desire smelled only very discreetly, but at least the toe area of her ball shoes had the desired salty taste. Happily he enjoyed the foot sweat of this blonde goddess after he had licked the dusty soles of her party heels almost to the point of complete exhaustion.

When Silke’s message reached him three days later with the return date, he had spent almost every free second in front of these shoes. Although they had long since been cleaned, this had not aborted his worship. A sore back and an almost sore tongue were therefore almost to be expected after-effects of these activities.

Somewhat reluctantly, he put the shoes, which he had worshiped continuously over the last few days, back into his backpack. Although he knew that he might soon receive these shoes again for cleaning, he would have preferred to keep them at that moment. But Silke’s anticipation of new pairs of shoes immediately triumphed over his fears of separation.

This time the blonde beauty was already waiting for him at the well-known meeting point when Roman reached it as desired. After a friendly greeting she immediately took a look into the backpack to check not only the completeness of her heels but also their condition. Very pleased she grinned at him.

“The discolorations in the toe area of my sandals have completely disappeared. Did you really lick them off?” With a touch of pride Roman nodded a little uncertainly.

She shook her head grinning. “Wow! Only with your tongue it must have lasted half an eternity.” But he only looked at the floor in shame, while she smiled at him warmly.”

“Well, what can I say. Anyway, they look great. Thank you. I can’t wait to wear them.”

Her friendly words filled him with pride. At that moment he suddenly thought of the money. He almost forgot with all the excitement. When he politely thanked her and handed her the agreed sum, the beautiful blonde suddenly hesitated. Roman noticed that she was visibly embarrassed to accept his money again. After a short persuasion that this was the agreement and that he felt very honoured to be allowed to serve her in this way, she took the money.

“Thank you. You really are a nice guy. Only your preference for shoes is a bit exaggerated, but who is perfect? Isn’t that right?

Roman now also had to grin. Smiling, she looked him in the eye. “Oh, unfortunately I had not much time to look for shoes for you today. Next time I’ll bring you more. Promised. Wait, I almost forgot. I still have something for you.”

Excitedly the already somewhat disappointed looking Roman watched how she took a shoe box out of the trunk and immediately presented the contents to him.

“I shall greet you from my mother. After I had so raved to her about you, she really wants to get to know you. She even gave me an extra pair of very well worn heels, which you may clean if you promise to visit us tomorrow. Additionally she has put some of her old and very sweaty insoles into the box, which you are allowed to keep in any case. No matter what you decide. Well, what do you say?”

Surprised, the young man stared speechless at dirty designer heels in the box. When he looked at the leather insoles, which were only made for the toe area of elegant ladies’ shoes, the water already ran into his mouth. These had certainly absorbed the foot sweat of their owner over countless hours.

The slender lady drilled for it. “By the way, I would also be very happy. Now come on! Or should I really have to take these dirty shoes with me again?”

Suddenly he answered out of nowhere. “No, no. I’ll come and visit you.” The temptation to be allowed to devote oneself to these shoes had eliminated all his reservations and remorse in a few seconds.

Pleased and satisfied, she pressed the box into his hands. “Nice. By the way, my mother wants her heels back tomorrow. Of course cleaned. Don’t embarrass me. So I’ll see you tomorrow at 3:00. You can find the address on a note in the box. I am happy. Bye and thank you again.”

She said goodbye surprisingly with a kiss on the cheek and left him completely amazed alone in the parking lot. As if he’d been hit by a car, he stared at the dirty heels of her mother. What the hell was he doing here?

Chapter 3

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Yaz akşamları bizim ailemiz genellikle açık seçik giyinmektedir.
Bu arada çok pardon, ben Veli.
Antalya sıcaklarını hepiniz çok iyi bilirsiniz.
Yine öyle bir akşam üzerinde evde şortla yalnız başıma oturuyorum.
Ablam çok harika vücut ölçülerine sahip esmer bomba olarak tabir edilen bir hatundur.
İsmi de Gizemdir.
Gizem denizden geldikten sonra neredeyse içine hiç bir şey giymez o kadar rahat ve geniştir.
Onun o vücudu her erkeğin aklını başından almak için emin olun ki yeter.

Benim de o akşam nedense içimde öyle tuhaf fırtınalar kopuyor ki anlatamam.
Gizem kapıyı açıp içeriye girdiğinde 23cm olan yarrağım öyle bir kalktı ki anlatamam.
Duş almaya gitmişti.
Bende kapının deliğinden onun o güzel vücudunu izliyordum.
Birden dalmışım doğal olarak elim sikimde idi.
Birden bire kapı bir açıldı karşımda havluya sarılmış seksi ablam Gizem bulunuyordu.
Napıyorsun sen Veli ? diye soru sordu.
Bunun üzerine aşırı derece utanmıştım ve kötü olmuştum.
Neyse ablacım, hadi sen içeriye git ben üzerimi değiştireceğim dedi.
Tamam abla dedim ve gittim.

Hemen ardından harika bir mini etek ve ipli askılı atlet ile karşıma geldi.
Yine çok azdırmıştı beni.
Ablamın bacakları çok ama çok güzeldir.
Gözlerimi bir türlü kendisinden alamıyordum.
Mini eteğinin altına pembe bir külot giymişti.
Sürekli gözüm oraya takılıyordu.
Biraz sohbet ettikten sonra birden bire abla seni bir erkek olarak o kadar çok beğeniyorum ki anlatamam dedi.
Bu ablamın hem hoşuna gitmişti, hem de onu da biraz da olsa şevke getirmişti.
Pipin ne durumda? diye gülerek sordu ablam:) Bende o an utanmıştım ama kazık gibi olduğu için buyur abla bak diyip birden çıkardım.
Ovvv şitt dedi ablam.
Hemen koşarak yanıma geldi dur biraz oynayalım bakalım dedi.
Öyle güzel sakso çekmeye başladı ki kalp krizinden gidecektim.
Bunun üzerine bende ablamın mini eteğinden içeriye attım ve o harika vücuda dokunmaya başladım.
Bir süre sonra ablamın amını yaladıktan sonra koltuğun üzerinde domaltarak götten sikmeye başladım.
Hem amdan, hem de götten sikiyordum.
Ablam adet inliyordu.
Uzun bir süre ablam bu seksin tadını unutamayıp bir hafta içerisinde en az 5 kere ilişkiye girmişizdir.
İnsanın her zaman böyle ablası olmalıdır bana göre.
Saygılarımla.