Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2021 13:23:15 +0000 From: Jemima Cranshaw Subject: 'Jemima's Tale Part 7'{Jemimaheart}(MM tv spank anal con)[1!1] Jemima's Tale Part 7 - an erotic tale by jemimaheart@hotmail.com After her love of dressing up gets her into real trouble, Jemima learns that it's best not to mess with an ex.. +++++Part 1 - Jemima is impatient. The taxi driver was definitely checking me out. The smeary windows of the cab were only slightly open, so the heat inside the car was stifling on this gloriously hot summer's day. I was becoming acutely aware that the fusia-pink straps of my bra were showing through the thin white cotton of my tee-shirt. A quick glance in his front mirror only confirmed my suspicions as I registered the amused male stare reflecting back at my discomfort. Although I was dressed in standard male clothing I hadn't been able to resist keeping my lingerie on for the regular end-of-week trip to see my boyfriend. Throughout the interminably long train journey to Reading I had enjoyed the taut silky feeling of my thong panties running up between my bottom cheeks, my titties enfolded and caressed by the soft frills of my bra. Now, however, it didn't seem like such a good idea, and I wriggled uncomfortably, feeling hot, sweaty and very exposed. Finally the taxi turned into the long drive that led up to my boyfriend's house and stopped outside the wide front door framed by its impressive stone pillars. The long-awaited weekend had finally deigned to arrive and at last I would be able to enjoy some quality Jemima time with my boyfriend. We had been going out for a number of years now and both Glenn and I were a little older - and hopefully at least one of us was a little wiser! Although I knew that our relationship had deepened into a more solid and caring bond since those heady, sexy days when we first hooked up via the internet, we were definitely still very much apart during the week. I still lived and worked in Nottingham from Monday to Friday so even though Glenn had taken advantage of a very profitable early retirement, we still only got to be a couple at weekends or holidays - and for me, it was never enough! I got out of the cab, quickly paying the smirking driver before vliterally running into the welcoming coolness of the house. Once inside the lobby I peeled off my masculine outer clothes and shoes and deposited them in the little hamper by the door as Glenn preferred me to. All I knew was that I only wanted him to see me as Jemima, dressed up and ready for him after my long week away. In just my girly undies I skipped up the stairs to get ready. Sometimes Glenn would leave me something enticing for me to wear for him, other times I might surprise him with my own choice. Today was so hot though, that a nice bikini was in order. I could just fancy a bit of sun-worship to go with my man-worship.. My big purple beach towel wasn't in its usual drawer in our bedroom so I popped into the ensuite bathroom. The white sash windows were wide open, curtains stirring in the slight breeze. Looking out I could see Glenn's enormous well-kept lawn leading down to the copse of trees by the stream. I knew my lover would be somewhere down there in the garden soaking up the sun (...ready and waiting for you.. all hard and aching to fill you with a whole weeks worth of spunk...) My tummy quivered. I opened the large airing cupboard and saw my towel buried beneath a pile of clothes. With some effort I managed to pull it out but in doing so revealed something pink down at the back of the cupboard. Peering closer it appeared to be a bright pink beach shoulderbag containing something interesting.. had I discovered a secret present from Glenn? Suddenly excited, I stepped back into the bedroom and pulled out the contents of the bag. I found myself holding up a dazzlingly bright fuschia-pink monokini. "Oh perfect," I murmured approvingly.. +++++Part 2 - Something new to wear for Jemima. It was stunning - lightly underwired and trimmed at the edges with white piping, like something from the seventies. The perfect retro look was completed by a large silver ring between the bra cups attached to two strands of material that ran down to meet the tie-sided briefs at each hip. Jemima was going to look soooo foxy in this sexy swimsuit! As usual before a visit, I had taken time last night to prepare myself for my lover, so I was already totally smooth all over. No bikini line or any other lines! I slipped out of my bra and pants before stepping into the costume, slowly pulling it up my legs, then around my thighs and bum, luxuriating in the tight stretchy feel of it clinging to my crotch. I pulled the pink straps up over my shoulders and adjusted the cups until the light boning gently cradled my titties. It was a perfect fit! I checked Jemima's rear view out in the mirror. The two pink strands that stretched down across her tummy pulled the low-cut briefs tight and snug across her lower bottom. The wicked grin on Jemima's face was well deserved, I giggled to myself, experiencing a sudden hot flush over the idea of wearing this skimpy garment for Glenn. My lover's present left the top of my bumcrack totally visible - I was going to have to be careful not to fall out of the tiny panties! I slipped on my pink slingback sandals, the ones with three inch heels and the pretty bows. In my makeup drawer, I knew I had just what I needed to complete my alluring look. I applied the dazzling pink lipstick carefully, colouring the full and pouting lips of my reflection until they matched her swimsuit. My tummy felt hollow with excitement; I was going to give my man a proper full-on sucking with my sensuous pink lips, smearing my girly evidence all over his cock for him to discover later in the shower. As the afternoon was turning out to be so warm, I decided to tie my hair back into a ponytail - it would also keep it from getting in my mouth at those crucial moments! I turned and posed in the full-length bedroom mirror. My legs were taut and sleek in the high sandals, the curves of my bumcheeks tight and pert beneath the thin suit, I definitely liked what I saw! Unable to resist, I slid the palm of my hand down over my tingling crotch. Held tightly under the smooth nylon of the panties, my pricklet grew hard, I felt it throb beneath my touch. I narrowed my eyes and blew my reflection an admiring kiss before reaching down behind to the crease between my bumcheeks.. I imagined Glenn watching me as I softly caressed the proffered curves of my backside. Almost of their own accord, my fingers slid urgently beneath the panties, down under my bum where they eagerly discovered my welcoming entrance. Sighing my delight out loud, I gently probed the pathway that my boyfriend's ardent manhood would hopefully soon be exploring. The pink bulge between my legs grew larger as I played with my impatient hole. (...Jemima is such a naughty girl. She needs to be taken in hand and given a good sorting out..) Despite the fact that I was under very strict instructions from my boyfriend not to play with myself while I was under his roof, my fingers closed round my poor trapped clittie and began to give it little tugs of sympathy.. The fingers of my other hand busied themselves making slow deep circles inside me (...getting myself all nice and ready for your big cock, want you to fill all my holes with your thick cream...) I convulsed with pleasure, giving out a little girly gasp before forcibly recomposing myself and letting go of my stiffening prick - it was probably time to go back downstairs before things got too out of hand! +++++Part 3 - Jemima's boyfriend gets her full attention. Glenn is relaxing on the sunlounger, eyes closed, dressed only in bright orange swimming trunks. I take a moment, as I do so often, to admire my man. Nicely taller than me at just over 6 feet, his mature tanned body is slightly heavyset but still defined and muscley. I love to feel the weight of him holding me down when he takes me. I love to hold the firm thickness of his waist when I'm down on my knees sucking him. I glance down at the prominent bulge resting under the tight cloth between his legs. Naughty thoughts make my tummy quiver again. I put my towel down neatly on the patio next to his smooth tanned stomach and kneel on it perkily. My heart is beating wildly in my chest. Glenn smiles, but doesn't open his eyes. Daringly I reach forward between his spread thighs and place the palm of my hand on his crotch. "OO hello you," I address the smooth protuberance nestling between his legs, "have you missed me, darling?" I start to stroke the bulge admiringly. I lean in to kiss my boyfriend lightly on the lips. He smells of suncream and wine. I am still getting used to the feel of his new moustache but the masculine prickles rubbing across my lips and cheek make my tummy do yet another flip. Full of love, I open my mouth and receive his questing, probing tongue. His cock grows beneath my touch and I slide my hand down to massage his constricted balls (...all that lovely spunk is going straight into your mouth and arse...) We make out for a while in the long afternoon heat of the garden, rediscovering our passion with familiar excitement. The rampant swell of my boyfriend's erection is now unmistakable beneath the thin orange trunks. My fingers glide invitingly over the rapidly-expanding prick, rubbing it sensuously within its smooth nylon prison. After a while I take pity and push my hand beneath the waistband of his trunks to fully grasp his stiffening organ - the heavenly weight and thickness of it makes me catch my breath in delight while the demanding force of my lover's tongue inside my mouth lets me know what I must do next.. I kiss my way softly down his body until, with a little moan of delight, I am able to directly tease the thickening outline of his member with my tongue (...Jemima is going to give her man a lovely long messy blow-job...). Glenn smiles again, his eyes opening slightly in the afternoon glare to watch me. Wasting no more time, I pull the nylon down under his balls, freeing my boyfriend's hefty eight inch tool to the air. Impatiently I grab the gorgeous column of flesh and shower it with butterfly kisses. I pump the shaft until he is as hard as a rock, licking the salty circumcised tip playfully. My moistened lips stretch around his girth before sliding down over the wet bulbous glans. I murmur my appreciation and stretch, pushing my bottom up in the air just a little higher than necessary. The swimsuit clings enticingly to my curves, stretching tight between my bumcheeks and I smile to myself, knowing that Glenn will be checking out the view. I play with him for a while, gliding my tongue round and round the thick juicy member, lapping at the underside then engulfing as much of his length as I can manage in the adoring harbour of my mouth. Sucking him thoroughly, sliding my lips up and down and up and down, savouring the exciting flavour of his maleness over and over, nursing on the ever-growing nectar of his love. I could do this forever, I think, relishing the taste of his pre-come, watching my lover's reactions as I pleasure him, cherishing his enjoyment.. All too soon I feel his hand rest on my bobbing head and reluctantly I halt my ministrations (...you made his cock all hard and wet, so now he's going to fuck you with it...) I get up from my knees and climb onto the lounger to sit on him, one knee either side of his. My heart literally skips several beats as I imagine being taken then and there and made to ride him cowgirl style.. Instead I lean down on my elbows, sliding my tight pink crotch along his thighs and press provocatively against him with a soft purr of anticipation. I lower my head down to receive his kiss. Glenn's enormous cock presses excitingly between my buttocks. His left hand goes firmly round my waist to keep me still while his right yanks the straps of my swimsuit off my shoulders. My titties tingle from the sudden exposure, nipples instantly hard and ready for him. Glenn bends his head up to the smooth curve of my left breast and starts to suck (...oh my god...) I arch into his mouth as he runs his tongue round my left areola, then the right. Between my bumcheeks my hot entrance clenches involuntarily. Glenn fondles one breast while he licks and sucks on the other, then swaps over. I am in utter heaven as.. +++++Part 4 - Jemima's lovely curves. I knew my boyfriend simply loved to see me in a bikini. I guess it all started when I was 14 in my third year at an all-boys grammar school. Totally out of the blue, I began to hear comments about my figure - a bunch of my classmates started saying I had a 'big arse' and 'a bum like a girl's'. At first I was mystified - my body was slightly leaner than average, as it has been most of my life - but I suppose with hindsight, my bum had always been quite firm and rounded and I always had had a waist, so maybe that's what attracted their attention.. I had long-since discovered the joys of dressing in my mum's tights and other girly things, so subsequently when dressed up I naturally started to imagine just how alluring my bum could be to those same boys, and particularly the tall and muscular Martin, who I had a crush on.. I would dream of us snogging, both in our uniforms (obviously mine consisting of of blouse and tie, tiny miniskirt, long socks and no knickers) while he put his hand under my skirt and played with my curvy feminine bum. Then, I was about 18, I noticed that I had a larger chest than the norm for my build. Once again, I was never fat, so my breasts were never floppy, but neither did I work out, so they weren't tight and ripped either. They looked innocuous enough under a tee-shirt, but I was secretly proud that if someone had grabbed one, they'd cop a feel of a proper handful - and I just loved how my B-cup titties looked in a bra, taking great delight in their white curves and maidenly (waxed) smoothness! So once I was properly going out with Glenn, it didn't take long for him to buy me my first women's swimsuit. It was a erotic dream of a garment - smooth red lycra, curvy cutaways on the sides and indecently high-cut legs that kept none my charms hidden and left everything temptingly displayed for my man's pleasure! Long afterwards, I could still remember the shiver of excitement I felt the first time Glenn stood behind me and pulled my straps down, baring my shoulders to his touch. Without hesitation I turned to him and offered the gentle curves of my breasts for his delectation. My nipples had always been small and tight, only slightly bigger when warm and relaxed, but I always felt so girly when my man paid attention to them. It just made me really really excited! I loved to adorn them with rouge or, ever since my previous lover introduced me to my first nipple clamps, jewellery. +++++Part 5 - Jemima finds herself in hot water. ...my lover's tongue does its work thoroughly and my stiffened prick pushes the front of my pink swimsuit out obscenely. I am totally his. Moaning, I lower myself down onto the stiff cock beneath me and rub my trembling rosebud against the wonderful thickness. I want my man to ravish me, pierce me with his massive rod and shove himself deep inside... Glenn releases the top of the swimsuit, reaching round me to roughly pull the panties down over my bum. His hard weapon prods demandingly at my rear and I lean backwards sexily and sigh my surrender in his ear: "Fuck me with that great big cock mister." A push and I feel him entering me - I almost come in my panties with delight. Then he stops and withdraws. Puzzled, I look down to see him staring at my front. My boyfriend's hand comes up and touches the metal ring between my breasts. Glenn seems to have stopped smiling.. in fact, his piercing hazel eyes are starting to frown.. Suddenly I feel it all going out of control. My boyfriend suddenly stands, pulling his shorts back up. For some reason he seems rather cross. Grabbing me by the wrist Glenn drags me through the garden between the bushes, pink heels tottering wildly down the grassy path that leads to the hidden lawn. And there she was, waiting for us on the lush green grass. Caroline. Well actually, a rather rude sculpture of her. It was lifesize and made out of coloured resin that had been polished smooth to resemble bronze - apparently the real thing is really expensive. To be fair, I would probably have liked Glenn's statue if it hadn't been of his wife. And an anniversary present from her. Lying naked on her back with her slender arms spread back over her head, her artfully parted legs are raised with knees bent so her feet rest flat on the ground. She was unmistakeably a woman ready and waiting for her lover: eyes closed, a coy smile belying her shamelessly open display of bare pussy. Glenn marches me over to her and releases my wrist. "Get on top," my lover commands in a tone that suggests immediate obedience. I hear myself emit a little lost "oh!" of surprise and know that I am blushing, my face growing hotter even in the warmth of the afternoon sun; I an made to kneel down on the grass in front of the statue's parted legs. A no-nonsense smack on the bum from Glenn and I shuffle forward obediently until my knees meet her thighs. Helpless to resist, I lower myself full length on top of the smooth warm sculpture, until I am resting on my elbows, my face above hers. I can feel her hard curves below my tummy (...on top of her, like he used to take her...). I lie there on top of the statue of my lover's ex-wife, and wait, knowing that the humiliation is far from over. Through the gaudy pink swimsuit my trapped cock presses tantalisingly between her parted buttocks and I become acutely aware that my bottom, now raised up waist-high in the air, is in a perfectly convenient position to be served up to my master. "Fuck her." "No, Glenn I.." "Fuck her!" A hard slap cracks across my proffered buttocks. The low rise of the swimsuit briefs offers no protection. "Owww!" That stung! "I said Fuck her," Glenn growls. Another stinging smack that makes my arsecheeks jiggle. I take the hint. "Yes Master," I meekly reply and start to rock back and forth in a vague imitation of missionary lovemaking. I pump my hips between her bronzed thighs, sliding my crotch in long slow movements against her resined curves, the sunwashed warmth of her haunches transferring to my groin. After a while, despite myself, I find myself getting into it.. What would a passerby see, I wonder? A girly transvestite mounted on a bronzed woman and getting off excitedly with little feminine gasps of pleasure.. I look down at Caroline. Her eyes are closed, her mouth half open, smiling up at me. How many times did she lie like this beneath my Glenn? I knew exactly what she would feel under the weight of his body as his lustful pounding moves her, her breasts bouncing with the powerful rhythm while his magnificent cock fills her again and again.. Lost in thought, I didn't notice Glenn disappear briefly. Suddenly a hand grabs the back of my swimsuit and yanks it down completely, baring my entire bum to the afternoon sun. Splashes of something smooth and warm - suncream? - drip all over my bottom. I feel them tickle the insides of my thighs as they run down into the crack between my buttocks. My masterful boyfriend has returned. A long thick finger slides down between my bumcheeks and pushes straight inside the sticky orifice it discovers there. My head comes up and I moan aloud in sheer desire. I try to turn and see him but a painful spank on my left bumcheek warns me to keep my attention forwards. Now two slidey fingers probe my entrance, making me cry out and spread myself wider for him. The heavenly digits scissor inside me until I am on fire. Helplessly, I rub my stiff cock against Caroline's pussy, as hard as a rock. Glenn leans down and hisses in my ear, "So, you figured you'd like to be my ex-wife, hey?" Flustered, I try to reply but can think of nothing except his insistent, penetrating touch working inside me. The fingers withdraw abruptly, leaving my heart and prick swooning for more. "Well baby, allow me to oblige.." Hands grab my waist and mercilessly pull me back onto his rampantly aroused erection. I gasp out loud, feeling his nakedness behind me. The ardent thickness of my lover's tool rams firmly into my opening passage. Powerless to resist, the large head starts to prise me apart, (...oh my god have me make me take it..) pushing and pushing until I am completely open and writhing in his grasp. From a distance I hear myself whimper at the incredible sensation of being of being so filled, so invaded. My boyfriend's dominant grip holding me in place, he leans in to forcibly slide his whole eight beautiful inches up inside me, burying himself as deep as he can go. I hear the blood roaring in my ears as the sheer manly power of his assault leaves me almost fainting, helpless to do anything but take his fierceness, receive his lust. I receive Glenn's full weight on me, totally pinning me to the warm stone. My master enjoys holding me there as the seconds pass until I start to pant and wriggle beneath him. Then he pulls back, my sweaty buttocks sticking to his skin as he withdraws. Momentarily bereft, I make a small noise of complaint at this feeling of emptiness but then without warning he returns to take me again, resuming our mating full and hard and strong until I squeal his name out loud, my mind and stomach sent reeling with the delicious sensations that course through me. "OHH fuck!!" I manage to grunt in between the pounding my heaving buns are receiving, my fingers digging into the turf as I desperately grab at the lawn to steady my flailing body. Sheathing himself repeatedly in my overwhelmed and accepting rectum, my master's powerful thighs slap powerfully against my poor tingling bottom, taking full charge of my arse and my heart.. and making me love him even more than I ever did before. Trapped beneath me, my cock bumps against the smooth crotch of the statue with every punishing stroke. "Keep fucking her," he orders through gritted teeth, delivering a hard stinging spank to my right bumcheek for emphasis. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oooohhh," I grunt involuntarily in time to his onslaught, the sheer power of his thrusts forcing me to yield to his irresistible, savage passion. I have wedged myself into an impossible depraved threesome with Glenn and his ex-wife. Without breaking his devastating rhythm in my stretched and pulsing insides, Glenn leans forward and down to me. "Kiss her!" he hisses in my ear. Face radiating heat, I lower my head and press my lips against the half-open mouth of the statue, a light taste of sun-baked dust on my tongue. Gingerly I open my mouth and explore her motionless lips like a lover while her husband's pounding pushes me back and forth on top of her. My groin aches with a deep deep pleasure at the thought of being taken like he used to take her. Rubbing against Caroline's pussy, my cock is hard as it's ever been and I mewl and squirm beneath Glenn's weight, longing to feel his tongue in my mouth while his cock tirelessly batters my rear passage. His grip holds me firm while his unceasing rhythm fires my insides, every stroke pulling on my inner muscles, stretching my tight opening wide around the divine filling width of his member. Strong hands slide down under my armpits and Glenn pulls me back onto him, jamming his bursting weapon firmly between my burning arsecheeks. Squealing like a stuck pig I climax, my releasing pricklet pumping and twitching within its pink nylon prison. My master thrusts right up into my arse and ejaculates violently, spraying hot seed deep inside me, thrilling my heart and sealing my fate. Completely speared by Glenn's still-discharging cock, I cry out deliriously and collapse on Caroline, who seems unimpressed. Some people are never satisfied, I guess. Utterly beside myself, I am totally unable to move. +++++Part 6 - Jemima receives her punishment We lie there for what seems an age. The front of my monokini is damp and sticky, filled with my own come, my backside is literally awash with my lover's potent juices. "You can get up now, baby." Glenn picks his discarded shorts up and puts them back on. He looks so fit and masculine and once more my heart flips to think that I belong to such a man. That's when I finally see Glenn's phone, resting between the rosebushes on the edge of the raised flowerbed. "Er.. were you videoing that?" I ask nervously, fully conscious of the fact that a) my flushed rear is still exposed to the world, b) I am completely filled with Glenn's sperm and c) about to start leaking worse than a severely well-fucked sieve. "Don't worry about it - just step into that," my boyfriend responds with a mysterious smile, pointing towards a large pile of black rubber lying on the grass. Obediently I go over to investigate. It seemed to be a massive black dildo locked to a belt - presumably my boyfriend had brought it out with the suncream. The shiny phallus looks realistic in every way - except for its truly enormous size - and is secured to a thick leather belt by three chains, two at the front and one at the rear. I grasp the weighty curve of the sextoy gingerly, my fingers actually unable to reach all the way round its width. I'd taken Glenn's biggest buttplug before, but this was a whole different ballgame. "Oo it seems very big," I point out nervously. "Belt on, Jem," is his only answer. How could I refuse? I cinch the belt tightly round my waist and adjust the clips. "Allow me," grins Glenn helpfully, stepping behind me. A touch on my back makes me lean forwards and I place my hands on my knees for support.. Glenn positions the monstrous silicon organ between my buttocks, savouring my reaction as the huge smooth column presses against the newly moistened entrance to my body. My master pulls the rear chain up tight between my bumcheeks, forcing the thick glans of the oversized sextoy into my acquiescent hole with one powerful thrust. "Ahh shit!!" I hiss, almost falling as Glenn grabs the dildo and pushes further and further, keeping the pressure building until eventually the gigantic cock is totally embedded inside me. Quickly the chains are secured around my waist, I feel them digging into my bum, the belt constricting my tummy. I arch my back but there is no relief - it feels like it's opening me wider than I've ever felt before - in fact, it feels like I've been made to sit on an actual baseball bat. My protesting bottom stretches tightly around this bulbous new invader producing a wet squishy feeling that reminds me that Glenn's load is still trapped up inside me with nowhere to go. I feel very close to my limit and absolutely full to bursting. "It was Carolines favourite," he laughs, "so I knew you'd love it as much as she did." I don't say anything back but grit my teeth instead, focusing on the fact that I can bearly stand up. I know my boyfriend is enjoying himself, "OK, let's go inside - you can carry on enjoying yourself over dinner," he laughs. I find I can't actually walk unless I'm really careful but I give it a go, emitting a soft cooing sound every few steps as the mammoth dildo presses sharply on a sensitive spot inside me. My poor unsatisfied prick twitches and starts to leak precum into the suit panties, staining the front wet once more. Slowly we retire inside, Glenn insisting that I provide him with supper before bed. Later, there will be something special happening, he announces. Still in my pink swimsuit, I manage to microwave some supermarket Chinese food while my abused orifice itches and burns throughout. I've never felt anything like this before - the pulling at my distended entrance blends with an overpowering hollowness far up inside me. It's hard but I try desperately not to give him the satisfaction of moaning aloud. I eat my chilli chicken standing up in the kitchen with my boyfriend barely keeping a straight face. I want him to rip this big pokey thing out of me and give me a real hard and fast fucking with his real live cock. Glenn's phone rings. He glances at the screen and gives another of those mysterious little smiles. "Go and get changed, Jemima," he orders, "I'll call you when I'm ready." Feigning nonchalance, I finish my drink without rushing ( ...oh how will he want me? ) and leave the room before he can see how excited he makes me. +++++Part 7 - Jemima is caught daydreaming on the job. Once upstairs I make my way as quickly as I can to our bedroom to see what I am to wear to entertain him this evening. There lying on the bed I see what my boyfriend has picked out for me. A flyaway babydoll nightie in delicate black lace trimmed with neon pink along with tiny matching g string panties. Luxurious black lace top hold-ups with pretty pink bows at the front. Four inch heels in black patent leather for my feet. My girly heart starts beating faster as I imagine myself parading in front of my strong masterful lover. A quick shower is definitely in order. I pop into the ensuite wetroom and find I can take my monokini off by untying the bows at the sides and sliding the panties out from under the belt chains. No such luck with removing the ever-impaling dildo though and it remains irresistibly glued to my rear while I wash my hair and clean up as best as I can. Afterwards I dry myself and quickly dress, pleased with the effect the underwired nightie has on my B-cup breasts. I daintily arrange the g-string around the monster shaft locked between my bumcheeks and immediately my pricklet grows stiff, poking cheekily out of the top of the little panties. Stoked by the erotic sensations inside me my imagination starts to run riot, my mind inundated with lustful images and thoughts - amplified, naturally, by the ever-present throbbing in my posterior. My boyfriend taking me in his powerful arms, feeling my body, turning me over, positioning me for his pleasure. "Ohh do me now,", I implore him, caressing his thick black hair alluringly. "Please, please!" showering his stubbly cheeks with kisses, wanting him to push between my upturned buttocks and slide straight into my wide-open hole. I raise my smooth arse invitingly up off the bed and my lover presses up hard against it. The familiar warm thickness of his cock spreads through me again and I take him fully, take his hard fucking like his best girl, like a good girl should. "Jemima!" a voice like thunder snaps me out of my daydream. I seem to be kneeling on the bed, one hand playing with my hard nipples through the lace nightie, the other wanking my rock-hard member. "I'm sorry I.." blushing fiercely, I know I'm in deep trouble - caught playing with myself without permission. I move to get off the bed. "Stay where you are!" Glenn barks. I swallow nervously, remembering the time I was discovered masturbating on the bidet and accidentally brought myself to orgasm in front of him. Not only did I have to lick all the mess up off my fingers and tummy, but my master locked my clittie in a chastity device and sent me back home, forbidding me to return for a fortnight. That was not any fun at all! I feel him fastening the thin leather leash around my neck before disappearing behind me. A hand on my back pushes me forwards until I am kneeling on all fours on the mattress. A sharp tug pulls my head up straight, makes me hold my rear in the air like I'm supposed to (...but not like my daydream...) I squirm as the dildo readjusts itself inside me. "What," Glenn hisses punctuating with a stinging spank on my left buttock: "Did" - a similar smack on the right. "I" - back to the left. His hand is hard making me wince with every slap. "Tell" - I twist uncomfortably, clenching helplessly round the infernal dildo. "You" - owch! that one properly hurt! "Last" - my bottom is on fire! I wince and silently mouth my discomfort. "Week?!" I know my cheeks are already red to his gaze. He tugs my leash. "Not.. not to play with my clittie". Under my tummy my self-same clittie is now all red and swollen hard enough to burst. I am so horny I can barely think straight. "And?" - owch! he is not sparing me in the slightest. Thwack! Twack! Thwack! My bum is sent quivering under a barrage of smacks. "Oww!! oww!! u.. unless you say.." He stops, glancing at the clock, "We'll have to stop for now." I am surprised that my punishment is so brief - sometimes my master requires me to be teased and spanked me for hours. Taking my leash he pulls me to my feet. I know better than to rub my burning red bottom in front of him. Pulling my lead my master steers me from the bedroom and I hear him push the door to the playroom open. +++++Part 8 - A debut for Jemima. The large room is quite dark except for the bright lights shining down above the brown leather bondage couch. Glenn unclips my leash and positions me on my back. The top half of the couch has been raised so my upper body is resting at about 45 degrees. Lying there, the cool smooth material feels exciting against my bare bumcheeks. My boyfriend pulls my arms down and under the couch, with both wrists secured to clamps below. A belt comes up from below and is locked round my waist. I try a little wriggle as an experiment, but as expected, I am thoroughly held fast. Between my legs, I can see a H-shaped machine made out of shining metal sitting on the floor at the end of the couch. Behind it is a table where Glenn's laptop is set up, the screen pointing right at me. Next leather straps are fastened tightly round each of my upper thighs just below my stocking-tops. Clips are attached then I feel a couple of tugs and my legs are suddenly pulled wide apart and up back over my shoulders. My bottom rises high up off the couch, leaving me face-to-face with my own pantie-clad clittie. This new angle causes the dildo to tilt inside me and I moan softly at the thrilling movement. Glenn's grinning face appears between my separated knees. I feel him run his hand over my hapless buttocks and just as I realise what he's going to do, he grasps the end of the dildo inside me and twists. "Ooohh fuck!!" I gasp. "Be quiet," he commands, while above my tummy, my clittie swells inside its little black panties, fighting the sensations produced by the enormous plug below. With great difficulty I suppress any further reactions as my master releases the chains holding the colossal sex toy against my dilated entrance. Glenn slowly pulls it out of me a few inches, leaving the major portion still inside. Some splashes of wet dribble onto my poor boy-pussy signifying the addition of lube, then the dildo vibrates a couple of times and I hear two sharp clicks before its full length is firmly pushed back into me. What on earth is going on? Glenn leans down to whisper in my ear, "Agree to everything - just go with it.." then his hands are cupping and fondling my breasts, fingers moving in slow teasing whirlpools over their lacy coverings. My breathing begins to quicken as he rubs his thumb across my stiff nipples. He reaches between my legs and pulls the black panties down, freeing my growing erection. The lacy sting stretches tightly under the smooth skin beneath my balls making me even more excited. Glenn moves to the laptop and taps the keyboard. A winking smiley face appears on the screen. "Hi sweetie," comes a voice from the computer, "I'm Caroline." "Caroline?" I repeat idiotically. "Yes, the very same. Glenn's been telling me all about how you like to dress up." The screen changes to a webcam video view, and there, staring back at me is.. me. Jemima dressed in her nightie, arms tied behind her back, legs spread wide apart, exposed clittie stiff out in front of her, impaled and displayed on Caroline's very own favourite supersized dildo. It was the horniest thing I'd ever seen. I could also now clearly see that Glenn had attached the dildo wedging my hole open to a long silver arm. Stretching away from my upturned buttocks, the arm reached back for about a metre before locking into a hinged beam of a similar length that was connected to the metal box. "Glenn will give you his cock to suck if you give me permission to stream you on my website.." "Oh" I feel my face go as red as a beetroot. Unconsciously I lick my lips, thinking about being shown off (...sucking my master in front of everyone...) and unable to believe how turned on it had made me. Glenn's lower half appears in the left side of the screen next to the couch. He is naked from the waist down, his familiar semi-hard member hanging down in its nest of wiry dark hair near my head. My clever boyfriend knows how badly I wanted to suck him earlier and that there was no way I'd be able to resist (...watching him covering your face with creamy sperm...). "Please.." is all I could manage. Immediately a number of icons appear at the top of the laptop screen above the wide-eyed image of my face. "Good, we're all here," Caroline announces, "now Jemima's going to show us what a good little sissy cocksucker looks like.." Cheeks blazing, I turn my head to the right and looking up at my master (...like a proper girly sissy should...) tantalisingly open my mouth wide for him to take. This was the stuff of my dreams - to receive Glenn's cock between my grateful lips and taste his creamy come. Left hand holding my head still by my ponytail, my lover angles his prick directly into my mouth, thrusting the smooth dome of the glans repeatedly against the inside of my bulging cheek. In a frenzy of lust, I lick and suck the beautiful sticky member in front of me (...come for me..) moaning aloud with pleasure and frustration as my hips vainly try to dislodge the thick shaft embedded in my bottom. Between my raised thighs my neglected clittie stands desperately to attention. "Go for it girl!" a male voice shouts from the watching screen and I feel my face flush again as I work eagerly on the warm column of flesh (...come for me, darling...) The scent of his male musk surrounds me, drives my tongue wild under the ridged glans (...come in my mouth..) round the smooth organ, along the full entire length.. At last Glenn hisses through his clenched teeth and orgasms, urgently holding my head onto his shuddering, erupting cock. My mouth overflows with his warm, gluey emission and I echo my lover's growls with sounds of my own pleasure, proudly swallowing every drop of his delicious gift. My master finishes and I hold him in my mouth until he relaxes. After a few moments a familiar gratitude floods through me, almost bringing me to tears. Just the thought of my manly boyfriend's sperm now resting in my tummy fills me to the brim with love and desire. With a soft sigh of contentment, I give his softening tool its usual reward and gently start to clean it with a long, loving tongue-bath. "Well that was just lovely. Thank you Glenn," comes Caroline's smarmy voice from the computer. I ignore her, busying myself with my task. After a while I reluctantly release his spotlessly-cleaned penis and my boyfriend steps back, smiling at my blatant dishevelment. I look over at the screen, at my shiny pink lips wet with Glenn's come. Instinctively I stick my tongue out and lick the sticky residue. "Gosh, you did enjoy that didn't you Jemima?" comments the all-seeing Caroline. I nod, too embarrassed to speak. "It's such a shame you haven't had any satisfaction though.. maybe we could help out?" "Wh.. what do you mean?" knowing perfectly well what she meant. "Well Jemima dear, Glenn says we can turn on the Shockspot for you if you let some of my members have a bit of a ..drive." "Drive?" I repeat dimly. The arm of the machine activates, pulling the dildo slightly out of me before swiftly pressing it back in.. once, then one more time for emphasis. The reentry into my bottom is smooth and very powerful. "Ooo!" I exclaim, suddenly getting the idea.. Caroline sniggers: "So can we offer some relief?" The huge sextoy completely retracts leaving me open and gaping. Hot, flustered and out of my sissy mind with lust, all I can do is remember my master's instructions and obey. "Y..yes ok" I stammer. +++++Part 9 - High tech problems for Jemima "Ready?" The giant dildo reawakes and powers forward to penetrate me again. Brooking no refusal, it enters easily and slips straight inside. The enormous girth completely fills me. "Ahhh!" I jerk in my bonds but there is absolutely no escape. Warming up, the machine starts to fuck me with a series of short deliberate strokes, my bottom moving to and fro with every push, unable to do anything but to follow its relentless urging. Totally unable to cope with the size and strength of this plundering mechanical protuberance, my poor softening clittie flaps around with each driving lunge. I gasp and groan aloud, knowing these strangers are going to make me show them everything - my shame and need, my every lust.. "That's the spirit. Be as loud as you like," smirks the voice from the laptop. "By the way, while my little group take turns on you, I forgot to mention that there's a bet to see if anyone can make you come." "Ahh ahh ..wh ..what?" I can't believe my ears. "Yes, just to make it a bit more interesting. So, Robert.. I think we'll start with you, if you don't mind doing the honours?" With that, the sex machine noticeably speeds up, delivering a punishing rhythm of energetic strokes that send me reeling - I am being utterly shafted by remote! Exposed on the couch I thrash against my bonds, wildly trying to pump my hips. All I can do is move my head from side to side or swing my lower legs uselessly in the air. "Fuck oh fuck," I gasp my frustration, nightie plastered to my sweaty body. Swinging upside down, my vanquished little clittie dangles and flaps with each butt-slapping impact. Time passed in a blur as each member of Caroline's group took a turn controlling the machine. "Ahh ahhh AHHH.." I just couldn't stop moaning, unable to do anything but submit as Caroline's users did everything they could to wear me out. During one guy's particularly intense thrusts I heard a little thump and realised my right stiletto had fallen off. By the time his turn had finished, I'd managed to use my exposed foot to push off the other shoe. Low murmurs of laughter and encouragement punctuate my taming and I feel a keen sense of unreality wash over me - adrift in a dream of pounding, an onslaught of never-ending lust, of being filled by Glenn's cock, my tongue savouring the taste of his semen, my nipples so stiff they actually hurt. "Please please, please" I beg them in my wanting, conquered by their bombardment, lost in my absolute possession.. And then the fucking machine pauses inside me, leaving me beside myself. My robotic lover emits a sudden whirring and the white metallic arm descends slightly towards the floor. I watch my eyes growing wide on the screen in front of me as a different pressure begins to build in my aching rear. I catch my breath, feeling the immense barrel of the dildo dip down low before deliberately angling itself further up into my defenceless bottom. It felt different somehow. I became incredibly aware of how my body felt in its clinging, sweaty nightie; how my thighs were quivering, my tummy rising and falling as I panted.. "OK, let's see what our new candidate can come up with," smirks Caroline, jerking me out of my dazed reverie. Seemingly satisfied with its new position, the dildo pulls out for a microsecond before powering back in with a proper firm jolt. Then out and in again - strenuous, calculated thrusts focused at the back of my hapless bottom, producing a thrill of sensation that makes me squeal. Over and over again. My bouncing heels hover above my splayed bumcheeks. My inner muscles flexing grudgingly to the rhythm of the intruder's merciless pounding; stretching me round its thickness, making me release its thickness, reaming me with sharp fast pushes that send me jiggling and gasping on the couch. And again and again. My clittie is leaking, dripping little pale blobs of cum across my nylon-clad thighs. "Ah-uh ahh ahh," - oh god this is something else! (...this feels familiar...) Fucking me quick and sharp, ploughing me, owning me (...oh it feels like...) owning my girly arse thoroughly like a good auto-fucking machine should (...oh god it feels like...) "Ahh aahh aahhH...", I can't control myself, can't stop my panting gasps (...my arse is on fire...) Still firmly tied and unable to move, I wriggle ecstatically on the couch, straining at the straps while the huge phallus rubs me inside, over and over, hitting that special place that Glenn knows sends me absolutely wild.. "G.. Gu.. Glenn!??" the realisation sparks something inside me and a familiar supreme warmth starts to build deep between my bumcheeks. Quickly it flows through me, a strange hollowing heat that ignites the insides of my flaccid pricklet (...oh god touch it touch me please fuck me Glenn...) A frenzied keening fills the room and I realise it's coming from me.. my stockinged feet dangle in the air, clenched toes curling in desperation (...stop I can't stop ..going to...) "AAAahhhhhh!!" A shuddering spasm overwhelms me and despite being only semi-hard, my helpless clittie bursts and starts to leak strands of sperm. Each continuing thrust in my arse produces an accompanying pearly-white dribble over my upturned thighs. I cry out in my girly climax - the mingled pain and pleasure indistinguishable from each other. My online audience watches transfixed as I throw my head back, wracked in a juddering handsfree sissygasm and spattering my tummy and stockings with blobs of come. With a firm pull my unseen assailant finally withdraws the mighty instrument of torture from my exterminated back passage. My head flops back on the couch and I close my eyes, obliterated. A round of applause and whooping noises come from the screen. Surely it wasn't be possible to blush any harder. Between my raised legs my clittie lies limp and smeared with my juices. "It looks like we have a winner," Caroline laughs, "although there might have been a bit of insider knowledge.." "You might have a point there." replies a familiar voice. Glenn. It was my boyfriend. I just knew it. Nobody but him would know how to send me over the edge like that. I guessed he was using the main computer in the study downstairs. Finally allowed to leave its home in the deep recesses of my body, Glenn's previous come now oozes out of me, anointing my tender crack with its sticky wetness (...filled you with his spunk all day and showed you who you belong to...) +++++Part 10 - Just Jemima and her man. Wiped out, I lay there with my eyes closed and my head spinning and listened to Caroline's group congratulating themselves on a great evening. It seemed to take an age until Caroline finally thanked me for my performance, told me she'd send me a link so I could view my first outing as a video pornstar, and logged off with a cheery "Tat-ta, darling". The screen went blank and for a few minutes it was quiet in the darkened playroom. Then the door opened and Glenn appeared, dressed in a black bathrobe. I felt like I wanted to burst into tears, it was so good to see him. He freed my arms from under the couch and gently rubbed the stiffness out of them. My legs were released and I winced a little, feeling them protest at their recent constraint. I lowered them gratefully until they were flat on the couch, noticing that above my stocking tops my thighs were patterned with the deep imprints of the straps. I became aware that I smelt very strongly of sweat and semen.. Completely spent, I lay there in a daze. Glenn bent down and kissed me. "Mmm," I sighed into his mouth and put my arms up round his neck. He carefully lifted me off the couch and carried me out of the room while I closed my eyes and snuggled into the soft haven of his bathrobe. I held onto my master as he made his way back along the corridor, through the bedroom door and into the wetroom, setting me down onto the large wooden bench. Glenn shrugged the bathrobe off, kicking it aside before proceeding to undress me - rolling my stockings down my sticky thighs and pulling my nightie over my head. Both of us naked, he helped me to my feet and switched the large rainshower on. The hot water cascaded over us as he took me in his arms. Caressed by the invigorating streams, our wet bodies pressed close together and I lifted my face up to his for another kiss from the man I loved, from the man who gave me what I needed with the desire and imagination to show me things about myself that no-one else could. I filled my mouth with the warm water running from my lover's lips and drank contentedly. We crashed out in the bed, still naked, Glenn spooning into me beneath the covers, one strong arm holding me close to his warmth. He moved my hair aside and kissed the back of my neck, making me shiver. "You looked so fucking sexy baby," he whispered, his cock stirring against the smooth curves of my bottom. "You fucked me good.." I murmured, wiggling my bum slightly and smiling to myself. My insatiable boyfriend just didn't know when to stop! I took his hand and moved it up onto my titties. He played with me for a while, cupping and squeezing my breasts before rubbing my nipples stiff with his thumb. I purred and pushed back against the warm length of his body, feeling the heat of his hardness growing stiff and proud between the cool globes of my buttocks. When Glenn's teasing hand finally dropped down to fondle my awakening clittie I knew my fate was sealed. "Oh that's nice" I whispered encouragingly and turned my head back over my right shoulder to receive his kiss. The familiar moustache flip in my tummy returning as our lips met. My boyfriend took his time and we made out for ages, his agile tongue exploring my breathless mouth, his commanding hand stroking and teasing my aroused pricklet, stirring and building a long slow passion in me that could only end one way. "I want you in me," I breathed softly, giving him the signal to take charge. Glenn released my clittie and took hold of my right hand, moving it down to my burning groin. I took over from where he'd left off, and played with myself obediently. My lover's hand came up to caress my face and I nuzzled into it while I pleasured myself for him. He stroked my cheek and lips for a while before pushing two fingers assertively into my open mouth. Immediately fires of excitement thrilled through my entire body, my deepest fantasies once more becoming real, showing me why I loved and needed him so. I licked and sucked my master's fingers submissively, getting them all wet and ready for him to use on me (...he's going to open you right up...) The fingers withdrew and my heart thudded in my chest in anticipation. Glenn searched for the opening to my body, his firm hand running over my bare bumcheeks before delving into the cleft between. A touch found my sensitive pussy, still fresh and tingling from its previous adventures, and entered quickly; its full length slid right inside, making me quiver with pleasure. A second digit joined it, prodding and stretching my hole until I could take no more. "Want you," I begged. My boyfriend took me at my word, assertively sliding his hand under my right knee and lifting my thigh to gain full access. His hand pushed forward until my raised thigh was resting on his upper arm and grabbed my steel-hard prick again. I gasped, feeling the warm broom-handle of his cock bump directly against my anus. Wet with pre-cum, the head immediately sank into my open hole, effortlessly parting my inner muscles until they completely surrendered to the exquisite invasion (..oh Glenn..) My entrance was now a pussy for my lover, stretching tight around the fullness of his magnificent rod; Glenn bottomed out, his pubic hair tickling against my perineum and I knew that my master well and truly owned me once more. "Mmmm," waves of pure sensual joy flooded through me. I caressed my stiff nipples and stretched like a cat, luxuriating in the sensations of warm naked bodies joined together in lovemaking. My boyfriend teased me, rubbing the underside of my clittie with a finger as he began to gently ease himself in and out of me. I reached behind and clasped Glenn's thigh, feeling the restrained power in each rolling flex into my backside. I drifted off in a daze of being gently jiggled, softly slow-fucked, to infinity and beyond.. "Why don't you come?" "Sorry?" I tried to focus. A growing ache below my tummy told me that soon my boyfriend was going to make me orgasm.. "I said, why don't you come and live with me, here?" the man fucking me asked, dropping his bombshell without so much as missing a beat of his strong slow strokes inside me. My heart melted. He wants me to move in with him. To wake up with him every morning. Suddenly it came to me: "Did you leave that swimsuit out for me to find?" I swear I could literally hear his damn grinning. "You got me." he confessed. His hand began to pump my stiff clittie and my hips started to move by themselves. I thought for a few seconds (..to always be with him...) my body rocking with the increasing ebb and flow of his blissful presence within me. "Oh then.. ohhh!" - I was finding it hard to speak but it was probably obvious what my answer was going to be.. "Hmm?" He was totally enjoying his power over me - and I loved him for it, feeling his encouraging hand working me faster, while simultaneously urging my wriggling loins on with increasingly vigorous thrusts into my rump. "Yes! Yes I will! OOHH!" My emotions went into meltdown and I turned my head back for a last desperate kiss, Glenn's tongue filling my mouth wildly, his firm cock prising me open.. "That's it, baby," my boyfriend whispered approvingly, "show me how you come." Jerking uncontrollably, I came in his fist, my sissy cream shooting out all over my tummy. Despite barely registering his urgent whispers in my ear or the ensuing forceful slams into my behind I definitely felt one or two spurts of his come gush into my pliant and yielding rectum. Spurred on by my happy moans, my lover finished in me while I revelling in the exquisite femininity of receiving my man's seed, feeling his life-giving phallus wedged deep within me, coating the deepest recesses of my body with its quickening essence.. +++++Part 11 - Jemima dreams of a future together. Everyday life felt so tired and mundane compared to when I was with Glenn. Recently, I was ashamed to admit, I had found myself wondering if I could dare to do it all the time, dare to take the plunge and live my life dressed in sexy, girly clothes, in my marvellous boyfriend's house. The thought was so erotic it literally took my breath away (...to be his new wife, on call day and night to service his every need...). The two of us were like two halves of a whole and I knew that I wanted him and wanted what I had with him to last the rest of my life. Our every rapturous consummation made me desire him more and more, his reciprocal love allowing total reign to my needs to dress up in sexy lingerie and submit to him. Now that he had asked me to move in with him, I felt more than ever that his commitment to me - to us - was real, and that we could continue to grow together, discovering and expressing our desires for each other and hopefully finding that anything was possible..