Nicole’s weekend
Chapter 1
Close to tears she slammed down the phone resisting the temptation to throw it at the nearest wall. How could he stand her up at such short notice, and by text too. The message had been short and hardly sweet. "Wife found our reservation, sorry. Call when I can."
It was 6.43pm on Friday evening, they had been due to meet at 7 and set off for their first weekend together. It would be a weekend, he promised her, that she would never forget. That was true, she thought. The affair had started 11 weeks previously when they met at a club where they quickly discovered a mutual attraction that was consummated in her bed a few hours later with explosive orgasms for both of them. They couldn't wait to see each other again.
On their third date he had confessed to her that he was married.
He was different from her normal choice of lover, being assertive and dominant in bed, considerate and entertaining at other times. She was very different to any woman he had ever met, confident in her sexuality, some would say beautiful, but demure in a certain way that encouraged him to exercise a level of control over her that she found exciting. They were beginning to fall in love, until now. She had been looking forward to being his for the weekend.
She took a sip of red wine to try and calm her anger at the way she had been treated, and tried to work out her next move. She had deliberately left her car at home because it would not be needed this weekend and caught the train to town where she had spent the day shopping and having a professional makeover to ensure she would be perfect in every way for Micheal, that was the Bastard's name. Looking at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar she was, well, as perfect as she could be. Her plans ruined, she needed to get home, but the transport system from town was very infrequent after the 5 o'clock rush, taxis were expensive, she could call a friend to collect her or stay in town and make the most of the evening, which didn't really appeal. What to do she wondered as she continued to sip her drink.
From his table across the quiet bar he had been observing the good looking, sexy blonde sitting alone, sipping at a red wine. He disapproved of this slightly, he preferred his women to drink white without food. She was obviously waiting for someone and obviously very angry after receiving a text. It was clear to him she had been stood up. From the small suitcase at her feet he deduced she was planning to go away for the weekend, a plan which now had now most probably fallen through. He continued to watch her discretely as he sipped his drink. She was well dressed in a simple, short, cream coloured, sleeveless body-con dress trimmed with black lace panels which accentuated her curvy figure. The dress rode above mid-thigh and he thought he caught a hint of lace showing just above the hem of her dress. "Stockings," he thought to himself. On her feet she wore black peep toed stiletto heels. She was a pleasure to look at, and he continued to do so. The vibration of his phone brought him out of his reverie, looking at the caller ID saw it was his younger brother. "Hi, mate," he said, "everything OK."
"Yeah, fine," was the reply, "how are things? Looking good?"
"Looking very good bro, can't talk at the moment but I'll call you later when I get chance."
He hung up and pocketed his phone. A group of young men entered and went to the bar, they were obviously out for the night and intent on having a good time. He rose, crossed the bar and approached the attractive woman. "Excuse me," he said, "but are you alright? You seem quite upset about something."
"I'm fine." She replied.
"Look," he said politely and slightly embarrassed, "would you like to join me at my table, the lads look as if they may get a little boisterous, and a woman on her own, and all that sort of thing."
She looked at him, seeing him for the first time, he was tall, well dressed in a suit and tie, quite handsome, about 15 years older than her she guessed, and smiling. "Thank you," she said, "I was hoping it would be quiet here while I sorted a few things in my mind."
He held out his hand as he helped her down from the bar stool, picked up her case and escorted her to his table. Pulling out a seat he waited while she sat down. "I'm Peter," he said holding out his hand to her. "Nicole," she responded with a hint of a smile.
"Are you going away somewhere?" He asked, indicating the case.
"I was, until I got stood up at the last minute."
"Hmm, I see," commented Peter, "he must be mad. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
"It's probably his wife who was mad, when she found the reservations. I should have more sense than to have an affair with a married man."
"Quite probably," he said, " but we all do things we shouldn't, don't we."
He rose and went to the bar, returning with two drinks, "I thought we needed fresh drinks, I took the liberty of getting you a white wine, I hope you approve."
"Thank you."
They sat with their drinks chatting. Slowly she began to smile and laugh at his jokes. Eventually he said, " I normally go out to dinner on Friday, it's my way of winding down after a hard week, would you like to join me?"
"I really should be thinking about trying to get home, now that my dirty weekend away has been ruined."
"Let me worry about that after dinner, I'd love to spend more a little more time with you. The restaurant I use is about a five minute walk away. An hour or so for dinner and then home."
"It's Italian, and very good," he said grinning.
She was famished as she had eaten very little during the day and Italian was her favourite food. What harm could there be. "I'd like that very much," she replied.
Chapter 2
After a short walk they arrived at the restaurant, entered, and were greeted by the Maître d'. "Buona sera, Signore Peter, Buona sera, Signorina." "Buona sera Stefano," responded Peter as the were shown to their table. "Your usual Signore?" asked Stefano once they were seated.
"Yes please Stefano, but we will start with Insalata Caprese to share, Spinach and Ricotta Canelloni also to share, my usual Lamb and grilled sole for La Signorina. A glass of Barolo for me and a Pecorino for my friend."
The Maître d' retreated with the order. Peter looked at his companion as realisation hit him. "I'm so sorry, I never thought to ask what you would like, I know the menu so well and I did it without thinking. Can you forgive me?"
"It's so nice to have a confident man take control. It's usually the other way round for me, I spend my working life telling men what to do." She paused, "I never know what to choose from a menu anyway."
"What do you do?"
"I'm an engineer, highways." "I need to be the boss or I get taken advantage of. What about you?"
"I'm a banker, for my sins, taking decisions and making money. It's tough but I enjoy being in control."
At this point the starters arrived and the pair tucked into their shared starter. As promised it was very good, as was the wine. The pasta was served as soon as the salad was eaten, again it was superb, as was the main course. Conversation flowed as wonderful food was eaten and fine wine enjoyed. The hour or so for dinner had suddenly become almost three hours and it was getting quite late.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to take control again," said Peter, "it's rather late and I've had a little too much to drink to risk driving. I think you should spend the night at my place and we"ll get you home tomorrow."
Nicole looked at him questioningly. "I have a spare room and I promise to behave," he offered with a smile, "if you want me to, that is. I would love to misbehave with you, any man would." He continued, "seriously though its a no strings offer."
"I'm going to have to be a good girl then and do as I'm told," retorted Nicole seductively looking at him from under her long lashes. "Aaand maybe I want to misbehave."
"I do hope so, I love having a woman who is obedient," he said forthrightly, "making love to you would be something very special and exciting."
"It takes a special sort of man to appreciate the type of woman I am. Are you that sort of man?"
"Is this truth or dare?"
"You tell the truth and I'll dare."
"The truth is, you are exactly the type of girl who turns me on, very sexy, very feminine and who likes a man to be a man. Now, a dare?"
At this point his phone rang, "You should answer it," she said, "better now than later." He looked at the screen, "my brother, I should take it."
"Hi k**, not the best time to call I'm with someone."
"Someone gorgeous and sexy?"
"Very, just a sec bro."
He looked at Nicole, "why don't you go to the ladies while I deal with this." As she rose he beckoned her closer and whispered into her ear. She smiled and as she turned blew him a kiss over her shoulder.
"Ok, we can talk, but not for long. I'm working on the deal, checking compliance at the moment and should have proof by Sunday. Come round Sunday afternoon we should be able to finalise everything. Any problems I'll ring you. Gotta go Mikey, see you Sunday."
He hung up as Nicole returned to the table. She was smiling confidently at him. She leant over his shoulder and tucked something small, lacy and pink into his breast pocket taking care to adjust it to look like a pocket handkerchief. The pink complimented the dark blue of his suit jacket.
"Shall we go?" She asked.
Chapter 3
His apartment was close by, as they walked he slipped his arm around her waist and gently pulled her close to him. They soon reached the entrance of the apartment block and entered the lift. As the doors closed he pulled her towards him and lowered his face to hers kissing her gently at first but with increasing ardour. She slipped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him feeling his hardness. His hands moved from her waist to her bottom holding her firmly against him. Her dress had ridden up as she reached to put her arms around his neck enabling him to caress the junction of her thighs and buttocks, her naked buttocks. " I dare," she whispered seductively. Any further progress was halted as the lift doors opened.
He closed the door of the flat behind them and took her in his arms again to kiss her once more. Releasing her, he told her to make herself comfortable while he put her case in the bedroom. He soon returned to the lounge where she was looking out the window at the view over the town from the 12th floor. "These must be yours," he said, dangling her skimpy pink panties from his index finger.
"Would you like me to put them on for you," she asked.
"I prefer my girls without underwear, I like to know they are available for me,"
"In that case, I want you wearing less." Turning to face him she began to unfasten his shirt and removed it. She placed her hands on his muscled chest and began to kiss his pecs before taking his nipples between her lips. She continued to kiss her way from his chest down across his flat stomach until she was on her knees before him. Pausing in her kisses she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor. Nicole hooked her fingers into the waist band of his tight fitting trunks and lowered them to release his 8inches of hard cock. Looking at him from beneath her long lashes she blew gently on his cock and balls as he looked down at her. She extended her tongue slowly and flicked it back and forth across the base of his stem before licking her way slowly up the shaft to reach the cut head of his manhood. Once more he felt her warm breath as it wafted over the head of his cock before her tongue gently inserted itself into the moistened eye. Slowly her lips slid over his cock head as she took him into her mouth. Sucking on the glans she ran her tongue around it savouring the taste of him. He groaned at her touch.
He withdrew his cock from her willing mouth as he said, "stand up and turn around." She obeyed and as she turned he unzipped her dress, unfastened her bra, slipped both items off her shoulders allowing them to fall and pool at her feet. She stepped out of the pond of her clothing and naked turned to face him. Her breasts stood firm and proud, her nipples erect, her hands were modestly placed in front of her sex as she gazed demurely at the floor.
"Don't cover yourself," he said firmly. Nicole took a deep breath, closed her eyes, moved her hands to her sides, revealing her nakedness and her tiny cock. She heard a sharp intake of breath, her heart missed a beat and she braced herself. "You are perfect, perfect in every way," he breathed softly, "I knew you were a very special girl the moment I saw you." She ran into his arms and he held her closely to him. Their mouths sought each other as his hard masculinity pressed firmly against her loins. Breaking the kiss she whispered. " Oh Peter, I was so afraid you'd find me disgusting, a freak, a....". He interrupted her outpourings of relief, "Never, my sweet, every inch of you is perfect, especially this beautiful part of you that makes you the sexy woman you are," he whispered as he took her little penis gently between his fingers and caressed it gently, feeling her response to his touch.
He picked her up and carried her into his bedroom where he laid her on his large bed. Kneeling on the bed he leant forward until he was level with her tiny cock. "It's the perfect size for you, and so adorable," he murmured as he lowered his head and took her into his mouth. She took his head between her hands as he sucked her sissy clit tenderly and raised her hips to offer herself to him fully, moaning quietly at exquisite pleasure he was giving her. "Use me any way you want,"she whispered softly. " Tonight I need a man to want me and use me for his pleasure," she continued.
He raised his head from between her legs leaving her 3inch boy clit hard and clearly aroused. "So, more truth or dare, but this time no truth for me, only dare and submission for you my darling slut, do you agree?"
"Complete submission, and obedience," she said softly and without hesitation.
Peter rose and stood at the end of the bed. He ordered her to come to her knees and crawl towards him. Kneeling before her lover she awaited his next command. He told her that he was free to use her in any way he desired, as she had requested, that she had also agreed to submit to any demand he made and obey him instantly at all times. There would be no v******e or brutally used against her, but, she would be punished if she displeased him in any way and bound or restrained if he so wished. His pleasure would be paramount and hers irrelevant. Did she still agree? he wanted to know. Nicole nodded her head in agreement and quietly confirmed her acquiescence to his Mastery.
"Good girl," he said, "you will spend the rest of the weekend as my sex toy. You expected to spend the weekend away from home, and so you shall, but not as you planned. I do promise you a weekend you will never forget. Now, I think you should unpack your case so I can see if your wardrobe is satisfactory." Both of them rose from the bed. Peter picked up her case and placed it on the bed. He stood watching as she opened it and began to remove her things. Four pairs of shoes, one flats and three pairs of stiletto heels. He instructed her to put them in the wardrobe.
Next came two diaphanous nighties, one black baby doll with matching thong, the other a pale powder blue floor length halter neck negligee split at the front from floor to bust with panties to match. She placed them in the wardrobe as directed by Peter. Four sets of sexy underwear in pretty feminine colours followed, along with two sets in black, a black steel boned corset, a number of pairs of assorted stockings and a small gift wrapped package. Peter nodded his approval, pointed to a set of drawers indicating where they were to be placed. Taking the package from her he placed it on the bedside table.
Other than her corset, he thought to himself as she put the things away, her underwear would not be needed. Apart from her cosmetics and toiletries which she was told to put in the guest bathroom only her outerwear remained to be unpacked. She had outfits for morning, afternoon and evening, among them a pair of low cut skinny jeans which received a disapproving frown from Peter, before being instructed to put them away. He would never permit any girl of his to wear such things. They deprived him of the free access to her body he would require of her at all times. He did not imagine, either, that his plans for her would require her to wear many, if any, of the dresses and skirts she had brought.
Chapter 4
Her task completed Nicole returned to the bed where Peter awaited her.
"Kneel," he said as he stood. "Take me into your mouth and show me how much you want to be mine. Keep your hands behind your back." She began by licking and sucking on his balls then slowly licked her way up the shaft to the massive head. He was rock hard and tasted so good. She kissed around the head, licked the underside of his helmet, before parting her lips and taking him slowly into her mouth filling it completely, tickling the underside with her tongue feeling it twitch between her lips as he groaned with pleasure. She continued sucking on the head passing it back and forth between her lips. She felt his hands on her head as he began to slowly fuck her face as she continued to suck on his cock. It felt so good to feel his masculinity filing her throat making her gag as his balls came to rest on her chin. She looked up into his eyes as she held him in place allowing him to choke her. He continued to fuck her face slowly groaning with the pleasure her mouth gave him. After a few minutes he withdrew himself from her. She waited expectantly for his next move.
"Get on your back," he instructed. She stood, lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide offering herself to him, hungry to feel him inside her. He mounted the bed, took hold of her ankles, placed them on his shoulders and moved over her. Nicole felt for his cock and guided it to the entrance of her pussy. He pushed himself forward, feeling her rosebud yield to his cockhead as he entered her. Her sphincter muscles contracted behind him gripping his shaft tightly and she sighed happily now that he had finally taken her and claimed ownership of her body. He partially withdrew his cock before thrusting back into her, moving back and forth, long strokes, short strokes, slowly, quickly, looking at the submissive slut beneath him writhing in unconcealed pleasure as he used her body.
Lying beneath her new lover Nicole was in heaven, his thick cock filling her sissy pussy completely as she gripped him tightly with her internal muscles. She loved the feeling of him thrusting his manhood in and out of her body each stroke caressing her p-spot and slowly increasing her arousal and coming orgasm.
"Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me," she begged, " I need you so badly." Peter continued fucking the girl lying beneath him listening to her heavy breathing and her moans of pleasure which in turn increased his arousal. He continued pumping into her enjoying the increasing sounds of a woman so obviously approaching her climax as she screamed at him to fuck her harder and harder. Suddenly her back arched and she gave one final cry of pleasure as her tiny cock erupted repeatedly with a volcanic explosion of her sissy cum over her belly and breasts. The sight of her reaction to his vigorous fucking of his new submissive triggered a rumbling in his cock and balls that announced the imminent arrival of his own orgasm. He pulled himself out of her, moved up her body and forced his cock into her mouth as he cried out in response to his own climax. His cum pumped out of his cock head into her waiting mouth filling it to overflowing. He was amazed at the amount of cum he was producing, the flood seemed endless, as was her capacity for his seed which she swallowed eagerly.
Slowly the lovers came back down to earth from the heights of their orgasms. Peter knew he had a new girl ready for training and Nicole was ecstatic at the thought of a new man taking control of her body and moulding her to be his slut. Peter sat by his new sub, idly stroking her torso, running his fingers through the pools of cum in her belly and feeding it to her as he told her that this would be her last orgasm without his, or any mans, permission. She would learn to orgasm internally like a woman and would soon forget about her pretty little sissy cock.
Nodding her agreement Nicole stretched out her hand and picked up the gift wrapped package Peter had placed on the bedside table and gave it to her lover.
"A present for someone?"
"Micheal, my lover, and now yours."
"The lover who abandoned you?"
"Yes. I won't be seeing him again."
"I think you will, if he wishes to see you, once more at least, if only to end it." He paused, "So, it's my gift, now I'm your lover." He said as he began to open the package.
Nicole watched him demurely from under her long lashes. "This is interesting," he said as he opened the box and drew out a small clear plastic object with small padlock attached to it, "a chastity cage. For you or him."
"For me, if he wished me to wear it."
"Explain."
Nicole explained that she became so aroused whenever Micheal took her that she was unable to give herself to him completely for his pleasure. Her desire was equal to his. That was thoughtless of her, her needs were irrelevant when compared to his. His pleasure was the only thing that mattered. If he chose to allow her to orgasm, or not, that was his privilege and his alone. The chastity cage would teach her to behave properly and think only about satisfying her lover.
"I'm your lover now, and if I desire it you will wear my cage."
"Yes."
"Good girl."
He dismantled the cage into its component parts before telling her to stand, spread her legs and put her hands behind her back. She complied with his instructions thrusting her hips forward to present her tiny sex organ to her lover for him to imprison. The length of imprisonment would be at his pleasure. A few minutes later her sissy clit was securely encased in its new home. He gave her the padlock telling her the final act of imprisonment would be her decision alone. With a smile on her lips Nicole unhesitatingly slipped the hasp of the padlock through the hole in each part of the cage, firmly snapped it closed and handed the key to her new Master.
"I'm yours now Peter, my Master," she said softly.
Close to tears she slammed down the phone resisting the temptation to throw it at the nearest wall. How could he stand her up at such short notice, and by text too. The message had been short and hardly sweet. "Wife found our reservation, sorry. Call when I can."
It was 6.43pm on Friday evening, they had been due to meet at 7 and set off for their first weekend together. It would be a weekend, he promised her, that she would never forget. That was true, she thought. The affair had started 11 weeks previously when they met at a club where they quickly discovered a mutual attraction that was consummated in her bed a few hours later with explosive orgasms for both of them. They couldn't wait to see each other again.
On their third date he had confessed to her that he was married.
He was different from her normal choice of lover, being assertive and dominant in bed, considerate and entertaining at other times. She was very different to any woman he had ever met, confident in her sexuality, some would say beautiful, but demure in a certain way that encouraged him to exercise a level of control over her that she found exciting. They were beginning to fall in love, until now. She had been looking forward to being his for the weekend.
She took a sip of red wine to try and calm her anger at the way she had been treated, and tried to work out her next move. She had deliberately left her car at home because it would not be needed this weekend and caught the train to town where she had spent the day shopping and having a professional makeover to ensure she would be perfect in every way for Micheal, that was the Bastard's name. Looking at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar she was, well, as perfect as she could be. Her plans ruined, she needed to get home, but the transport system from town was very infrequent after the 5 o'clock rush, taxis were expensive, she could call a friend to collect her or stay in town and make the most of the evening, which didn't really appeal. What to do she wondered as she continued to sip her drink.
From his table across the quiet bar he had been observing the good looking, sexy blonde sitting alone, sipping at a red wine. He disapproved of this slightly, he preferred his women to drink white without food. She was obviously waiting for someone and obviously very angry after receiving a text. It was clear to him she had been stood up. From the small suitcase at her feet he deduced she was planning to go away for the weekend, a plan which now had now most probably fallen through. He continued to watch her discretely as he sipped his drink. She was well dressed in a simple, short, cream coloured, sleeveless body-con dress trimmed with black lace panels which accentuated her curvy figure. The dress rode above mid-thigh and he thought he caught a hint of lace showing just above the hem of her dress. "Stockings," he thought to himself. On her feet she wore black peep toed stiletto heels. She was a pleasure to look at, and he continued to do so. The vibration of his phone brought him out of his reverie, looking at the caller ID saw it was his younger brother. "Hi, mate," he said, "everything OK."
"Yeah, fine," was the reply, "how are things? Looking good?"
"Looking very good bro, can't talk at the moment but I'll call you later when I get chance."
He hung up and pocketed his phone. A group of young men entered and went to the bar, they were obviously out for the night and intent on having a good time. He rose, crossed the bar and approached the attractive woman. "Excuse me," he said, "but are you alright? You seem quite upset about something."
"I'm fine." She replied.
"Look," he said politely and slightly embarrassed, "would you like to join me at my table, the lads look as if they may get a little boisterous, and a woman on her own, and all that sort of thing."
She looked at him, seeing him for the first time, he was tall, well dressed in a suit and tie, quite handsome, about 15 years older than her she guessed, and smiling. "Thank you," she said, "I was hoping it would be quiet here while I sorted a few things in my mind."
He held out his hand as he helped her down from the bar stool, picked up her case and escorted her to his table. Pulling out a seat he waited while she sat down. "I'm Peter," he said holding out his hand to her. "Nicole," she responded with a hint of a smile.
"Are you going away somewhere?" He asked, indicating the case.
"I was, until I got stood up at the last minute."
"Hmm, I see," commented Peter, "he must be mad. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
"It's probably his wife who was mad, when she found the reservations. I should have more sense than to have an affair with a married man."
"Quite probably," he said, " but we all do things we shouldn't, don't we."
He rose and went to the bar, returning with two drinks, "I thought we needed fresh drinks, I took the liberty of getting you a white wine, I hope you approve."
"Thank you."
They sat with their drinks chatting. Slowly she began to smile and laugh at his jokes. Eventually he said, " I normally go out to dinner on Friday, it's my way of winding down after a hard week, would you like to join me?"
"I really should be thinking about trying to get home, now that my dirty weekend away has been ruined."
"Let me worry about that after dinner, I'd love to spend more a little more time with you. The restaurant I use is about a five minute walk away. An hour or so for dinner and then home."
"It's Italian, and very good," he said grinning.
She was famished as she had eaten very little during the day and Italian was her favourite food. What harm could there be. "I'd like that very much," she replied.
Chapter 2
After a short walk they arrived at the restaurant, entered, and were greeted by the Maître d'. "Buona sera, Signore Peter, Buona sera, Signorina." "Buona sera Stefano," responded Peter as the were shown to their table. "Your usual Signore?" asked Stefano once they were seated.
"Yes please Stefano, but we will start with Insalata Caprese to share, Spinach and Ricotta Canelloni also to share, my usual Lamb and grilled sole for La Signorina. A glass of Barolo for me and a Pecorino for my friend."
The Maître d' retreated with the order. Peter looked at his companion as realisation hit him. "I'm so sorry, I never thought to ask what you would like, I know the menu so well and I did it without thinking. Can you forgive me?"
"It's so nice to have a confident man take control. It's usually the other way round for me, I spend my working life telling men what to do." She paused, "I never know what to choose from a menu anyway."
"What do you do?"
"I'm an engineer, highways." "I need to be the boss or I get taken advantage of. What about you?"
"I'm a banker, for my sins, taking decisions and making money. It's tough but I enjoy being in control."
At this point the starters arrived and the pair tucked into their shared starter. As promised it was very good, as was the wine. The pasta was served as soon as the salad was eaten, again it was superb, as was the main course. Conversation flowed as wonderful food was eaten and fine wine enjoyed. The hour or so for dinner had suddenly become almost three hours and it was getting quite late.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to take control again," said Peter, "it's rather late and I've had a little too much to drink to risk driving. I think you should spend the night at my place and we"ll get you home tomorrow."
Nicole looked at him questioningly. "I have a spare room and I promise to behave," he offered with a smile, "if you want me to, that is. I would love to misbehave with you, any man would." He continued, "seriously though its a no strings offer."
"I'm going to have to be a good girl then and do as I'm told," retorted Nicole seductively looking at him from under her long lashes. "Aaand maybe I want to misbehave."
"I do hope so, I love having a woman who is obedient," he said forthrightly, "making love to you would be something very special and exciting."
"It takes a special sort of man to appreciate the type of woman I am. Are you that sort of man?"
"Is this truth or dare?"
"You tell the truth and I'll dare."
"The truth is, you are exactly the type of girl who turns me on, very sexy, very feminine and who likes a man to be a man. Now, a dare?"
At this point his phone rang, "You should answer it," she said, "better now than later." He looked at the screen, "my brother, I should take it."
"Hi k**, not the best time to call I'm with someone."
"Someone gorgeous and sexy?"
"Very, just a sec bro."
He looked at Nicole, "why don't you go to the ladies while I deal with this." As she rose he beckoned her closer and whispered into her ear. She smiled and as she turned blew him a kiss over her shoulder.
"Ok, we can talk, but not for long. I'm working on the deal, checking compliance at the moment and should have proof by Sunday. Come round Sunday afternoon we should be able to finalise everything. Any problems I'll ring you. Gotta go Mikey, see you Sunday."
He hung up as Nicole returned to the table. She was smiling confidently at him. She leant over his shoulder and tucked something small, lacy and pink into his breast pocket taking care to adjust it to look like a pocket handkerchief. The pink complimented the dark blue of his suit jacket.
"Shall we go?" She asked.
Chapter 3
His apartment was close by, as they walked he slipped his arm around her waist and gently pulled her close to him. They soon reached the entrance of the apartment block and entered the lift. As the doors closed he pulled her towards him and lowered his face to hers kissing her gently at first but with increasing ardour. She slipped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him feeling his hardness. His hands moved from her waist to her bottom holding her firmly against him. Her dress had ridden up as she reached to put her arms around his neck enabling him to caress the junction of her thighs and buttocks, her naked buttocks. " I dare," she whispered seductively. Any further progress was halted as the lift doors opened.
He closed the door of the flat behind them and took her in his arms again to kiss her once more. Releasing her, he told her to make herself comfortable while he put her case in the bedroom. He soon returned to the lounge where she was looking out the window at the view over the town from the 12th floor. "These must be yours," he said, dangling her skimpy pink panties from his index finger.
"Would you like me to put them on for you," she asked.
"I prefer my girls without underwear, I like to know they are available for me,"
"In that case, I want you wearing less." Turning to face him she began to unfasten his shirt and removed it. She placed her hands on his muscled chest and began to kiss his pecs before taking his nipples between her lips. She continued to kiss her way from his chest down across his flat stomach until she was on her knees before him. Pausing in her kisses she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor. Nicole hooked her fingers into the waist band of his tight fitting trunks and lowered them to release his 8inches of hard cock. Looking at him from beneath her long lashes she blew gently on his cock and balls as he looked down at her. She extended her tongue slowly and flicked it back and forth across the base of his stem before licking her way slowly up the shaft to reach the cut head of his manhood. Once more he felt her warm breath as it wafted over the head of his cock before her tongue gently inserted itself into the moistened eye. Slowly her lips slid over his cock head as she took him into her mouth. Sucking on the glans she ran her tongue around it savouring the taste of him. He groaned at her touch.
He withdrew his cock from her willing mouth as he said, "stand up and turn around." She obeyed and as she turned he unzipped her dress, unfastened her bra, slipped both items off her shoulders allowing them to fall and pool at her feet. She stepped out of the pond of her clothing and naked turned to face him. Her breasts stood firm and proud, her nipples erect, her hands were modestly placed in front of her sex as she gazed demurely at the floor.
"Don't cover yourself," he said firmly. Nicole took a deep breath, closed her eyes, moved her hands to her sides, revealing her nakedness and her tiny cock. She heard a sharp intake of breath, her heart missed a beat and she braced herself. "You are perfect, perfect in every way," he breathed softly, "I knew you were a very special girl the moment I saw you." She ran into his arms and he held her closely to him. Their mouths sought each other as his hard masculinity pressed firmly against her loins. Breaking the kiss she whispered. " Oh Peter, I was so afraid you'd find me disgusting, a freak, a....". He interrupted her outpourings of relief, "Never, my sweet, every inch of you is perfect, especially this beautiful part of you that makes you the sexy woman you are," he whispered as he took her little penis gently between his fingers and caressed it gently, feeling her response to his touch.
He picked her up and carried her into his bedroom where he laid her on his large bed. Kneeling on the bed he leant forward until he was level with her tiny cock. "It's the perfect size for you, and so adorable," he murmured as he lowered his head and took her into his mouth. She took his head between her hands as he sucked her sissy clit tenderly and raised her hips to offer herself to him fully, moaning quietly at exquisite pleasure he was giving her. "Use me any way you want,"she whispered softly. " Tonight I need a man to want me and use me for his pleasure," she continued.
He raised his head from between her legs leaving her 3inch boy clit hard and clearly aroused. "So, more truth or dare, but this time no truth for me, only dare and submission for you my darling slut, do you agree?"
"Complete submission, and obedience," she said softly and without hesitation.
Peter rose and stood at the end of the bed. He ordered her to come to her knees and crawl towards him. Kneeling before her lover she awaited his next command. He told her that he was free to use her in any way he desired, as she had requested, that she had also agreed to submit to any demand he made and obey him instantly at all times. There would be no v******e or brutally used against her, but, she would be punished if she displeased him in any way and bound or restrained if he so wished. His pleasure would be paramount and hers irrelevant. Did she still agree? he wanted to know. Nicole nodded her head in agreement and quietly confirmed her acquiescence to his Mastery.
"Good girl," he said, "you will spend the rest of the weekend as my sex toy. You expected to spend the weekend away from home, and so you shall, but not as you planned. I do promise you a weekend you will never forget. Now, I think you should unpack your case so I can see if your wardrobe is satisfactory." Both of them rose from the bed. Peter picked up her case and placed it on the bed. He stood watching as she opened it and began to remove her things. Four pairs of shoes, one flats and three pairs of stiletto heels. He instructed her to put them in the wardrobe.
Next came two diaphanous nighties, one black baby doll with matching thong, the other a pale powder blue floor length halter neck negligee split at the front from floor to bust with panties to match. She placed them in the wardrobe as directed by Peter. Four sets of sexy underwear in pretty feminine colours followed, along with two sets in black, a black steel boned corset, a number of pairs of assorted stockings and a small gift wrapped package. Peter nodded his approval, pointed to a set of drawers indicating where they were to be placed. Taking the package from her he placed it on the bedside table.
Other than her corset, he thought to himself as she put the things away, her underwear would not be needed. Apart from her cosmetics and toiletries which she was told to put in the guest bathroom only her outerwear remained to be unpacked. She had outfits for morning, afternoon and evening, among them a pair of low cut skinny jeans which received a disapproving frown from Peter, before being instructed to put them away. He would never permit any girl of his to wear such things. They deprived him of the free access to her body he would require of her at all times. He did not imagine, either, that his plans for her would require her to wear many, if any, of the dresses and skirts she had brought.
Chapter 4
Her task completed Nicole returned to the bed where Peter awaited her.
"Kneel," he said as he stood. "Take me into your mouth and show me how much you want to be mine. Keep your hands behind your back." She began by licking and sucking on his balls then slowly licked her way up the shaft to the massive head. He was rock hard and tasted so good. She kissed around the head, licked the underside of his helmet, before parting her lips and taking him slowly into her mouth filling it completely, tickling the underside with her tongue feeling it twitch between her lips as he groaned with pleasure. She continued sucking on the head passing it back and forth between her lips. She felt his hands on her head as he began to slowly fuck her face as she continued to suck on his cock. It felt so good to feel his masculinity filing her throat making her gag as his balls came to rest on her chin. She looked up into his eyes as she held him in place allowing him to choke her. He continued to fuck her face slowly groaning with the pleasure her mouth gave him. After a few minutes he withdrew himself from her. She waited expectantly for his next move.
"Get on your back," he instructed. She stood, lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide offering herself to him, hungry to feel him inside her. He mounted the bed, took hold of her ankles, placed them on his shoulders and moved over her. Nicole felt for his cock and guided it to the entrance of her pussy. He pushed himself forward, feeling her rosebud yield to his cockhead as he entered her. Her sphincter muscles contracted behind him gripping his shaft tightly and she sighed happily now that he had finally taken her and claimed ownership of her body. He partially withdrew his cock before thrusting back into her, moving back and forth, long strokes, short strokes, slowly, quickly, looking at the submissive slut beneath him writhing in unconcealed pleasure as he used her body.
Lying beneath her new lover Nicole was in heaven, his thick cock filling her sissy pussy completely as she gripped him tightly with her internal muscles. She loved the feeling of him thrusting his manhood in and out of her body each stroke caressing her p-spot and slowly increasing her arousal and coming orgasm.
"Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me," she begged, " I need you so badly." Peter continued fucking the girl lying beneath him listening to her heavy breathing and her moans of pleasure which in turn increased his arousal. He continued pumping into her enjoying the increasing sounds of a woman so obviously approaching her climax as she screamed at him to fuck her harder and harder. Suddenly her back arched and she gave one final cry of pleasure as her tiny cock erupted repeatedly with a volcanic explosion of her sissy cum over her belly and breasts. The sight of her reaction to his vigorous fucking of his new submissive triggered a rumbling in his cock and balls that announced the imminent arrival of his own orgasm. He pulled himself out of her, moved up her body and forced his cock into her mouth as he cried out in response to his own climax. His cum pumped out of his cock head into her waiting mouth filling it to overflowing. He was amazed at the amount of cum he was producing, the flood seemed endless, as was her capacity for his seed which she swallowed eagerly.
Slowly the lovers came back down to earth from the heights of their orgasms. Peter knew he had a new girl ready for training and Nicole was ecstatic at the thought of a new man taking control of her body and moulding her to be his slut. Peter sat by his new sub, idly stroking her torso, running his fingers through the pools of cum in her belly and feeding it to her as he told her that this would be her last orgasm without his, or any mans, permission. She would learn to orgasm internally like a woman and would soon forget about her pretty little sissy cock.
Nodding her agreement Nicole stretched out her hand and picked up the gift wrapped package Peter had placed on the bedside table and gave it to her lover.
"A present for someone?"
"Micheal, my lover, and now yours."
"The lover who abandoned you?"
"Yes. I won't be seeing him again."
"I think you will, if he wishes to see you, once more at least, if only to end it." He paused, "So, it's my gift, now I'm your lover." He said as he began to open the package.
Nicole watched him demurely from under her long lashes. "This is interesting," he said as he opened the box and drew out a small clear plastic object with small padlock attached to it, "a chastity cage. For you or him."
"For me, if he wished me to wear it."
"Explain."
Nicole explained that she became so aroused whenever Micheal took her that she was unable to give herself to him completely for his pleasure. Her desire was equal to his. That was thoughtless of her, her needs were irrelevant when compared to his. His pleasure was the only thing that mattered. If he chose to allow her to orgasm, or not, that was his privilege and his alone. The chastity cage would teach her to behave properly and think only about satisfying her lover.
"I'm your lover now, and if I desire it you will wear my cage."
"Yes."
"Good girl."
He dismantled the cage into its component parts before telling her to stand, spread her legs and put her hands behind her back. She complied with his instructions thrusting her hips forward to present her tiny sex organ to her lover for him to imprison. The length of imprisonment would be at his pleasure. A few minutes later her sissy clit was securely encased in its new home. He gave her the padlock telling her the final act of imprisonment would be her decision alone. With a smile on her lips Nicole unhesitatingly slipped the hasp of the padlock through the hole in each part of the cage, firmly snapped it closed and handed the key to her new Master.
"I'm yours now Peter, my Master," she said softly.
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