Lucy Experiences Development
This set of tales is dedicated to two genuine ladies, one passed, and one who I think realizes she's the other.
When we awoke, I reminded Lucy that I didn't need to be at the store because it was a matinee day.
"I have some serious matters to discuss with you."
"Okay, sir."
"Last night was exceptional. I appreciated your willingness to be used more completely."
"I adored everything."
"I believe it's time to enhance our connection."
"How so, sir?"
"You desire to be used more forcefully, in a fuller manner, or so you state. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, sir. I can't stop thinking about what you do to me. It makes me insane during the day, just wondering what you'll do to me or what I hope you'll do. I require you to completely own me and turn me into your flawless slave. My fantasies about us get darker and more intricate every day."
"I gave you an assignment to write an essay about sarcasm last night."
"Yes, sir, you did."
"Let's shift the subject slightly. I want you develop a list of any methods you can conceive to help us venture into deeper levels of submission. Ways for me to use you for our mutual pleasure and excitement. Methods you yearn to be used. I want to read all about your wicked, elaborate fantasies. Be candid; there's no holding back. The thought excites me, and if you reveal everything hidden in your devious dreams, it'll transport us to amazing places."
As I spoke, a smile grew until it felt as if I must be grinning due to the enticing images visualized in my imagination.
She hesitated for over a minute, pondering her words carefully.
"I don't desire to top from the bottom, sir."
"Nonsense, you'll be obeying me when you facilitate your soul's openness, expose your innermost self to me. Display to me what a sinful, lewd slut my baby actually is. I will adore you more for surrendering every ounce of yourself. Show me all the filth that lurks within your thoughts."
"Do you want it written or can I just share it with you?"
"A combination will be ideal, but writing it down will be significant as well. Since it allows you to declare what you'll do for us and we can easily reference it in the future, no?"
She averted her eyes and blushed even more intensely.
"Yes, sir, it will, but it will be thrilling."
She shimmied and blushed even more brightly.
"Sir, I do need to admit that it arouses me considerably when you cause me distress. Do you understand why?"
"Enlighten me."
"Because it's so sexy when I'm given over completely and serve you in depraved ways. The way you conduct yourself is always about cruelty laced with sex, but not maliciousness for the sake of pain. It's weird, but it makes me feel cherished. And the thrilling bonus, it always makes your exquisite penis erect."
"It does turn me on."
"It's the way you make love, isn't it?"
"Indeed."
"I've been browsing some things online... some truly depraved things that stimulate me significantly."
"Like what?"
"Does the idea of tattooing captivate you, sir?"
"It does."
"You think where it would be appropriate?"
"That's completely up to you, sir. I'm serious about being your canvas."
"What designs have you seen?"
"Gorgeous artistic creations, creating patterns with the different-colored hubs on the needles. It's frightening, but intriguing."
I nodded in approval. A slight grin formed on my lips. She shivered and mirrored my smile.
"Anything else?"
"I discovered a book on your shelf called The Image. It reminded me a little of O. It was originally written in French, too."
"It was, Jean de Berg."
"Yes, this couple takes a young girl and uses her together."
"I know it well. It's rather erotic. It turned you on, right?"
"Extremely, sir."
"Did you enjoy that she served a couple?"
"Yes, sir. When you had me worship Miss Jacqui to thank her for my collar it was so erotic. Eating her with you watching. I was soaking wet."
"She wasn't your first woman, was she?"
"No, sir. There were a couple of girlfriends I played around with. One of the reasons I was still a virgin for you."
"So you've thought about Jacqui?"
"Yes, sir. The concept of serving both of you simultaneously excites me."
"Do you recall what they did to her?"
"Certainly."
"Was it exciting?"
She blushed and nodded.
"What parts?"
"In the garden, the rose between her legs, and when they utilized the heated needle on her. That was frightening, yet enthralling, given her exposure."
"That section has always fascinated me. I think it would cause a lot of agony."
"But they only touched her gently."
"But, on her clit, it was very intimate, and sensuous, no?"
"Yes, sir."
"Would we try that?"
"Want to give this a try on me?"
"Sounds pretty hot to me."
"For real."
We had a good laugh before she collapsed into my embrace.
I pushed her back onto the bed and began to shower her in kisses on her breasts, gradually moving down her belly, arriving at her wonderful pussy, discovering that she was already drenched from our conversation about the torture inflicted upon Anne in the book.
She reacted instantly as my mouth sought hers out, gulping up the luscious juices her arousal was producing. The idea of reenacting the wicked tortures in the book had my cock fully erect, and naturally, tasting her succulent sex always turned me on.
To be honest, it might not be the most dominant move, but I've always enjoyed devouring pussy, and Lucy's was incredibly delectable and responsive. It didn't take long for her to reach her first orgasm, experiencing a forceful release as her body trembled and released a surge of her delicious juices.
She caressed my head gently, encouraging me not to stop, and rewarded me with a second wave of ecstasy that quickly followed the first. Once she was able to compose herself again, we rested there for multiple minutes, me savoring her delectable juices and her emitting satisfying purring sounds.
When she had regained her composure, she made an effort to turn me over and reciprocate, but stopped at my instruction.
"Reach for it."
"The book?"
"Yes, darling."
She climbed out of bed and headed towards the bookshelf. She knew I'd be admiring her walk and, without going overboard, she put on a subtle display of her tantalizing movements. Then she bent over to give me a glimpse of her treasures when she reached for the book on the lower shelf. The show didn't end there; even when she stood up and returned to me carrying the book in her hand, the view of her fantastic body remained unobstructed.
I commended her for her performance with a wolf whistle.
We snuggled under the covers and she began reading from the book. The first excerpt she selected depicted a shopping trip that Jean and Clare took Anne on to purchase lingerie and the way they embarrassed her in front of the saleswoman. They made it abundantly clear that she was a sex object that belonged to both of them, causing great humiliation for Anne.
"Did that make you think of our visit to Jacqui's to obtain your collar?"
"Absolutely, Master. It was an incredible experience. She's incredibly powerful and seductive. Being presented in that manner, followed by you offering my possession was exhilarating, embarrassing, and very hot."
"Wonderful."
"I felt cherished and a point of pride to belong to you."
"Were you fond of eating her?"
"She's gorgeous and sexually captivating. Yes, I adored tasting her in front of you."
"I'd like for her and I to join forces soon. Would you find that enthralling, love?"
"That depends on you, Master. If it would delight you to share me with her, it would be a thrilling experience for me."
Her smile, filled with sparkle and intrigue, spoke volumes.
I wrapped my hand around her thigh and rested my fingers against her moist depths. She moaned with pleasure.
"Have you read the entire book?"
"Definitely, Master."
"What were your thoughts on the scene where they use the burning needle?"
"It's a bit scary..."
A "but" lingered in the air, waiting for her to fill the gap.
I locked my focus on her, allowing her the opportunity to bridge the gap.
"The vulnerability of being so intimately exposed causes a tingling sensation just thinking about it. I wonder if you might want to use me in that manner. Would you like that, Master?"
"I do."
The shy smile she flashed was undeniably endearing.
"What time is your rehearsal?"
"We just have a preliminary costume fitting this afternoon."
"I'm performing twice today, so when I arrive home this evening, I need you to have the following items ready: a candle, a wine cork, and a stainless steel sewing needle. Deposit the needle's pointed end into the cork."
"The cork acts as a barrier, protecting your fingers from burning."
"Correct."
"I'll be ready when you come home tonight, and so will I."
She quivered slightly, and I took her into my arms for a warm kiss which incorporated a passionate union between us. After enjoying a simple breakfast, we got down to business for the day.
My matinee performance went smoothly, and I dropped by the store afterward. Lucy had informed me that she would be involved in her fitting until it was late enough that we most likely wouldn't cross paths between my performances, so I met a friend from the store for a quick meal.
During the intermission of my evening performance, a woman approached me to request that I adjust the air conditioning for the latter act, pointing to my console. I concealed my amusement at her obliviousness and kindly vowed to attempt to better the temperature for her. The staff at the shop would get a good laugh out of that tale tomorrow.
When I disconnected my amps, thoughts of Lucy's preparation for me induced a strong stir, causing me to adjust my jeans before leaving the stage door.
For two nights straight, Lucy awaited my arrival with preparations catered to my specifications. She crouched beside a table adorned with a candle and lighter. A wine cork balanced upright beside the flame. A needle protruded from the cork. Naturally, Lucy was naked and knelt upright with perfect poise.
She breathed deeply and flashed me a gentle smile when I stepped inside.
"Welcome back, Boss."
"You look great, honey."
"Thank you, Boss. Do you want a drink to help you relax?"
"That sounds great."
"I put a beer in the freezer about ten minutes ago, so it'll be freezing."
"Perfect. Bring it to the couch."
I strolled over to the sofa and sank luxuriously into its depths. Lucy appeared with a frost-covered Negra Modelo a short while later. Head tilting reverently, she smiled at my erection.
I had to chuckle. She wasn't directly asking to suck my cock, but her intentions were clear.
"Yes, you may."
"Was I that obvious, Boss?"
"Delightfully slutty, honey."
She blushed cutely and looked away shyly.
"Do you have a request?"
"Boss, may I suck your cock please?"
"How could I possibly deny such a devoted plea? Yes, honey, you may suck my cock."
Her eyes lit up, and she eagerly fumbled with my zipper. With care and finesse, she extracted my already hardening penis from my trousers. Gently, her soft hands guided my cock into her mouth, caressing it with her lips.
I idly sipped my beer as she circled my glans with her tongue and plunged her throat over me. She fingered the underside of my shaft, a technique I'd never experienced before she'd taught me. One of the many reasons she was the greatest sex of my life.
"This is fantastic, honey, but let's hold off a bit. It seemed like you had everything set up on the table."
"Yes, Boss, as you asked."
"Move them to the nightstand. I believe this will work best in the bedroom. There are a few things in the nightstand that will assist us."
I couldn't hide the smirky innuendo in my voice. Lucy caught the hint and giggled playfully.
I pointed for her to lie on the bed, and she followed my instructions with urgency, arching her back and exuding sexual invitations.
"This is one of the most intense scenes in the book. It caught my attention so much."
"I need to surrender to you fully. This seemed like utter surrender, realistic and intense. Does the thought of doing this to you excite you?"
"Absolutely, it's dramatic, and I enjoy the trust you have in me using you this way. If done correctly, it won't hurt as much as it seems."
"Boss, you would never hurt me too much. I trust you with my life, and you should feel free to hurt me for our mutual pleasure. I adore how you use me."
I smiled affectionately at her as I shook my head, amazed by my good fortune in finding this amazing woman.
I fetched two clothespins and a roll of surgical tape from the nightstand. Lucy's eyes widened upon lay eyes upon them.
I caressed her thighs and teased her wet folds with my fingertips, murmuring endearments about her beauty. She inhaled deeply and pushed her pelvis up to encourage my touch.
I spread her vagina open with two fingers of one hand and opened one of the clothespins with the other. I placed the pincers around the tender skin of one of her inner labia. I wiggled the pins into place and allowed them to snap shut with a secure grip. She let out a mild squeak as the wood grabbed her.
I released her labia and secured it to her thigh with a strip of tape. I repeated the process on her other lip. She gazed at her exposed gash and grinned.
"This is beautiful, Boss, laid bare for you."
"Yes, very inviting. You seem excited."
"Yes, Boss, I am."
I kindled the candle.
Her breath grew heaver and her eyes glittered with anticipation as she watched the candle flame flutter. I caressed the flesh around her spread slit, teasing her, building the burgeoning stress.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, Boss."
The question was rhetorical. The scent of her wetness wafted from her.
I leaned down and kissed her, sucking on her clit in a forceful assault. Her loud moans as I licked her swollen bud exuded passion. She was almost at the edge, so I focused my tongue on her clit until her climax neared its peak.
"Oh Boss, can I cum for you?"
"Yes, darling, let go for me." [The End]
This woman managed to nearly break my neck from her hip actions and the screams of ecstasy that followed, as her body flooded my mouth with a scrumptious shower of juices.
"It was almost time for that."
Still recovering from the aftershocks, she continued running her fingers through my hair and humming contentedly.
"Thank you, dear," she whispered. "That was a delightful experience."
"It was an absolute pleasure for me," I replied with a smile.
"You take care of me so well, my master."
"You can rest a bit now before we continue," I suggested.
I climbed up the bed next to her, wrapping her in my arms and embracing her. We laid there, wrapped in each other's arms, for several minutes of peaceful, comforting love. This heated passion and the intense dynamic allowed for moments like this to be so fitting.
"I believe the tape came unstuck," she informed me. "The left one."
She pointed down at her open legs, her gaze focusing on her splayed pussy. I checked and found that she was correct. Though pressing it down didn't work, so I tore off a piece of tape to replace what was there. Her eyes followed my every move, her hand reaching out to gently touch mine.
"Ready, master?"
She looked at me with determination and continued.
"Eager to be tormented by you once more?"
"Yes, sir," she replied earnestly.
I glanced down at the needle by the nightstand and then back into her eyes.
"You love inflicting pain upon yourself for my delight?"
"Yes, sir. I'm very much looking forward to your use of me," she answered resolutely.
Her head nodded and her eyes stared at me intently as I took the red-hot needles and quickly touched them to her clit. The popping noise was a sound of short-lived scalding agony. Her body twitched from the pain briefly, followed by a huge grin.
"The slight pain you caused was so short-lived, like a tease. The anticipation was worse," she declared with fondness in her tone.
"An especially twisted bit of roleplay, isn't it?" I asked, a grin playing on my lips.
She smiled shyly and started shivering slightly.
"You're a real gem in my eyes," she said lovingly.
I felt the same about her - she was a living embodiment of beautiful madness.
"Okay, more of that, please."
"Of course, my darling servant."
I placed the needles back into the flame, the tips starting to glow crimson. She spread her legs further to expose her wet flesh to the coming punishment. We both locked eyes as I moved closer to her clit.
POP
Her body jerked at the sudden heat, the sensation transforming into an electric flow that she described as not painful, but thrilling, then wrapping my painfully hot mouth around my clit. I stimulated her secret spot with the cherry-red-hot needle, the puny pain was over in an instant, but the anticipation felt more potent than the actual pain itself.
"It's almost too pleasurable, master, too tempting," Lucy whispered, smiling.
"A psychologically twisted kind of torture, isn't it?"
She giggled sweetly. "So much fun."
"You look forward to suffering for me."
"Yes, and this is such a giant rush."
"I'm ready to make you moan and beg for my touch, lovely lass."
"The more the merrier, master."
I snuffed out the flame and returned the candle to the table. She welcomed me onto the bed, taking my hardness between her glorious lips and swirling her tongue over me, drowning me in a wet mystery.
"I'm about to explode, baby. Prepare to swallow."
Her fingers stroked my testicles nicely while the second finger on her other hand brushed against my anus, her touch gentle as it eased into me. My balls were loaded, the touch from prior clit play pushing me towards the edge.
"Oh my God, I'm cumming!" I exclaimed.
I felt the ropes of sperm pulsing from my tip and entering her mouth, then she sucked each one off before reaching for the last drops, swallowing without any hesitation.
"I adore you so much, my master," she beamed, still cleaning her fingers with her tongue.
She affected me greatly with her antics, her proficient blowjob.
"You make me so fucking beautiful, dear. Make yourself beautiful with my cum on your face and breasts."
Her laugh was delightful as she traced the decorative cum patterns that cascaded down her features and chest.
"I'm extra beautiful now," she cooed.
I wanted to savour her visage and share a simple kiss with her despite the remnants of my cum on her lips. Kissing her left me completely unsure of anything outside of holding and enjoying the feeling. This moment was the height of my hunger.
"My dear one, your face is so radiant."
Her coy grin beamed at me. "Thank you, master, it's because I love your cum."
The remainder of the night was dedicated to caressing and whispering loving phrases. Our Master/slave bond had matured into a profound romance that heightened our connection and became enchanting.
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