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Thread: A Wife Secretary // Findarato and Lemon

It was a success! Once again, Thomas amazed her and she wanted to squeal out in victory. Jump up, clap her hands and wrap her arms about her boss in a tight hug. She was so, so happy for him. If anyone deserved a chance, it was Mr. Dalton. He worked himself down to the bone, and had been graced with everything that belonged rightfully to him. The woman was elated, and it showed in the way she smiled, pleased and most importantly, relieved to hear that the two across from them, weren't so foolish after all. It would have been a great loss for them, to not take advantage of this opportunity. Which, was something she could relate to at the moment. Piper was certainly feeling the effects of the champagne, paying no mind to the fact that she was now on her second glass, the waiter far too keen in refilling it without being told to. Sipping casually against the sweet, yet tart liquid, she only set her glass down when the question of how long they had been married, was brought up. Curiously casting her eyes over towards the man at her side, lashes heavy and casting an intimate shadow over her flushed cheeks, Piper couldn't help herself. She giggled at the thought of breaking a desk in the office, and more-so when he claimed they broke furniture at home, too. Well then, he had definitely been gifted with a very lively sexual life with his ex-wife, hm? What happened next, was something she hadn't anticipated, but certainly fantasized about. Before she knew it Thomas had the back of her neck ceased, stilling her before he kissed at her mouth in a bruising fashion. The contact made her whimper, the sound coming out broken and muffled just before he pulled back, leaving her breathless and dazed. Her chest was heaving visibly faster now and she felt disoriented, trying to wrap her mind around the fact that her boss, a man that had been all work and no play, just kissed her as if he actually felt something for her.. in front of his future colleagues. Unable to find the strength to move her tongue and create coherent words, she opted to simply sit there, knowing all too well she probably looked as heated as she felt. A small bead of sweat traced down the contours of her neck in the meantime, tickling at her pale complexion. Piper wasn't sure how long she'd be able to handle this, her brain and heart feeling two very similar things. One, being heavily influenced by alcohol, while the other was being influenced by her aching body. His hand was pushing further up her dress and the contact made her fidget, grasping tightly at his forearm with both palms in surprise. He was all taut muscle, straining under the surface and full of promise. It only worsened her condition and she hoped he'd be able to notice it, to try and give her something.. anything , that would drag her out of this heavy fog.
Thread: A Wife Secretary // Findarato and Lemon

There was a moment of silence, before the men started to converse again. Thomas participated, but not before he had forcefully grabbed at Piper's chair, and brought her directly next to him. Their thighs touched with no gap between them, and his arm drew over her neck and shoulders, casually, as if he had touched her like this a million times. His far hand, on the other side of her, reached to give her attention under the table. His body carefully twisting to give himself more access. First he placed it on her knee and pulled it to keep her legs open. Drink your champagne, love, he whispered while the other two talked. His hand and wrist ventured past the folds of her dress, and his finger tips gently tickled against the front of the fabric of her underwear, curiously judging the sort of type she wore by rubbing his finger tips against it. Already she would be able to tell how experienced his finger tips were, considering that he quickly located her slit through the material and began to sensually move his finger tips up and down. The waiter came inside and he pulled his hand away at the sight of the man. He was standing and he would be able to see downwards what was going on between Thomas and Piper, unlike the two sitting across from them. He began to take their orders, and after the other two ordered, Thomas decided on a plate of pasta with a salad on the side.
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Thread: A Punishment fit for a Sister (QB and Angel)

Hope let out a muffled whimper, unable to move or see, or even speak as she squirmed slightly, forced to squat as she had been forced to squat for nearly three hours. It was a saturday and her brother was out running errands or working and had left her like that when she hadn't shown up on time yesterday night. She was supposed to come straight home after school, but instead, she had taken the long way around and had arrived a hour after school. So saturday morning, he had awakened her and made her get dress as if she were going to school. Her school uniform was a blouse, tucked into a black skirt, with black high heels. She didn't know why at the time, but when he had tied her up and restrained her in such a position, she knew why. She had felt the juices of her pussy dripping down as the hook pulled at the clamp clipped to her lower lips and constantly pulling up. She whimpered and then before she knew it, he had fitted her with a ball-gag and a blind fold. She swallowed hard, pressing a tongue against the ball gag, though, she knew that it was futile. She had heard him leave and she grew desperate, struggling, and fighting to get out of the cold, relentless, and merciless metal that restrained her and forced her to squat in such a position. Though, soon she had stopped, weary and exhausted, and in pain from the struggle. It had done nothing for her, but to cause pain and she stopped and decided to wait it out, though, tears rolled down her face, and combined with the trails of drool that came from the ball-gag. She heard the door open and close, finally, after what she could only guess was three hours and she squirmed again, letting out a muffled whimper. She was eighteen years old and three months into her senior year of school, and she shuddered to think of how she'd spend her life once she was out of school. She could hear footsteps approaching her and she tried to look around, another muffled whimper coming from her. She was stiff and sore from being restrained in that position and she swallowed hard as she felt a brief touch against her cheek, though, it was ever so brief. She was hoping to go to college after high school, but she doubted that her brother would allow her to go. She also grimaced, as she knew that she might be stuck with him and she shuddered to think that. Her tremors were visible and her knees were about to buckle from underneath her as she was afraid that she might fall and cause even more pain as she let out another muffled whimper.
Thread: A Punishment fit for a Sister (QB and Angel)

Christopher Melbrooke Hope Melb rooke Rebecca Compton Alicia Hepb rooke Monica Laforet When he had arrived, he tried to make his presence unknown to his bound and gagged step sister. Well, sister now that she was formally 'taken in' by him. Ever since the death of her father he knew something was up. That man was a drunkard and abusive ever since the death of her mother. Even he, as a valid 'candidate' was informed. When he mysteriously 'died' from an accident, the police didn't rule it as a homicide, but from his investigation, it was. Concussion was not caused by the wall, rather by blunt trauma before he was pushed away. When confronted by this, precious Hope Melbrooke agreed to his terms to silence his sex slave. And ever since he had taken her purity at that point, she had well become his bondage slut, spending upwards to half the day in total bondage, trained to become a perfect submissive. That was, until he found out she returned one hour late from their designated curfew time of 5 PM. She claimed it to be nothing more than traveling the long route, but it probably had something to do with her new friend, Rebecca. While he had the clemency of giving her the chance to make what few friends she could have, he felt she overstepped her privileges. So, after a predictable day of dogplay and furthering her submissive lessons, he commanded her to dress in her uniform and walk to the living room. Bound squatting onto a metal frame, the chin rest was little respite when her legs were forced in a semi-sitting position, ball-gagged and blindfolded. Stroking her cheek gently, he felt a small teardrop hit his hand as he pulled away, taking out a small crop. Did you learn your lesson yet? he asked, softly stroking her pussy with it. Clean shaven, her clitoris was clamped, a small thread with little slack attached to a small eye bolt onto her metal harness that bound her arms separately. She had to push her groin up a bit, something difficult when forced to such squats. The predicament bondage was just too devious! Using the crop to pull against it, he relished in her suffering. Tell me were you really going home? Or hanging out with Rebecca? he asked, softly stroking her pussy before striking her thigh.
Thread: A Punishment fit for a Sister (QB and Angel)

Hope shivered and whimpered as he stroked her cheek, gently as if he'd be nice to her today. She had given in, caved in when he had confronted her, she didn't want to go to jail if he took his evidence to the police. So she had willingly given up her freedom to be his personal sex slave and she shuddered at the memory, wishing that of all people, her brother hadn't found out. Well, her step-brother anyway, She felt his hand stop stroking her cheek and felt him pull it away as he asked her. She tried to nod, as she murmured, though, her words were garbled and misunderstood, w...wes, Aser. which translated to yes, Master. She jolted as she felt something against her pussy and she knew by the feel of it that it was something leather, a belt or a crop. She let out a muffled whimper as he pulled on the rope attached to the metal eye bolt and she let out a muffled yelp as more drool dripped down her chin. She sighed, she hadn't wanted to tell him that she'd been hanging out with Rebecca because she knew that if she did she'd get in trouble. Now she was in worse trouble for lying to him as she whimpered and squirmed swallowing against the fear as she felt him strike her thigh, a muffled yelp coming from her as it left a small, burning welt on her thigh. She finally cracked, breaking down, as tears rolled down her cheeks, I.....as aning ou wi...recca. The sentence was by all means completely incomprehensible, but she hoped that at least her brother would be able to understand it as it translated to I was hanging out with Rebecca. She let out a shiver, a tremor running through her as she tried to look up in the general direction that she thought he was. Finally, though, with some effort, she was able to at least stop the tears, the last of the tears dripping down her cheek as she let out a muffled moan and a whimper. She squirmed again, only to still and stop because with each movement the pain became worse and she couldn't move anyway as she waited for a response.
Thread: A Punishment fit for a Sister (QB and Angel)

Ahh. So that was what she was doing. How cute. While he sought to control her life, it was inevitable that she needed a bit of attachment to someone else other than him. However, as her school days drew to a close, he had been pressuring her to sever such ties. First, he had her come home on a strict curfew to prevent her from playing with others, secondly he strictly forbade her to talk to Rebecca. Now that she confessed the truth...there would be only torture and bondage for her this entire week end. Now now...lying to me is a punishable offense, isn't it? he asked, softly tilting her chin to face towards him, feeling her drool and her tears drip to his open hand. You know what that means, right? he asked, hoping that she remembered and recalled their training. She was to repeat the words 'I am sorry, forgive me I am a whore' while enduring forced orgasms. Taking the remote, he made quite a noise in placing down the black box to further her despair. Thankfully, he removed the clamp onto her clitoris, instead inserting a small dildo inside of her tight and compact love tunnel, two buds against each lip of her vagina. The Black Box was a powerful device that would often make her cum so many times she would black out before the little device ran out of power. Even before such was placed onto her, he noticed her vagina was wet, juices already dripping to the wooden floor. She may deny it, but she was actually a slut who enjoyed such treatments. Turning on the vibrator to a low setting, enough to arouse and tingle her, but not enough to grant her climax. You know the rules. You are not to cum and you are to recite the apology Five hundred times. I'll be back in one hour. he said, turning on the vibrators as he took a camera, setting it up on a tripod as he recorded the moment, reading a book while the camera began it's recording of her misery. Every severe punishment that took place was recorded, all for his viewing pleasure. You know, I ought to punish you even more...maybe after you earn your breakfast we'll move onto the next part of your torture. he said. This day was to be a day for her to remember enough bondage and torture for he to endure.
Thread: A Punishment fit for a Sister (QB and Angel)

Hope shuddered and shivered, tremors wracking through her body from the position and the vibrations as she moaned out. She yelped and jolted almost violently as he poured ice water over her head, she had been surprised by it, but she almost, and quite loudly sighed in relief as the cold was welcome against her feverish skin, that was drenched in sweat, her blouse stuck to her skin and her black skirt stuck to her thighs as well, her juices continuing their constant drip. She moaned out and whimpered as she heard his yell from the TV, hearing the news as she flinched, she had sworn that she had counted 500, but, perhaps, she had been wrong to think that way. Again, she begin to stutter out the recited sentence, her heart clenching with every sentence as it stung her dignity and degraded her more. She could hear footsteps approaching her and she felt the end of the leather crop come up under her chin, tilting her face to look up. She blinked again, her world entirely black and non-existent under the blind fold as she jolted when he rubbed her down there and she could almost hear the glee in her voice as she nodded and murmured, es, Aster, please. She had gotten to 400 before he had stopped her short, and she had counted out 55 minutes. Though, even that was only an estimation as she had no concept of time without all of her senses, including sight. She had no idea of how much time had elapsed since this morning when he had first left her and she flinched at his words, as she craved something more humane to eat, like eggs, or even a sandwich as she had not yet eaten breakfast. She let out a whimpering moan, as she murmured, yy thaaa outh, Aster. She knew that, there was a chance, she wouldn't last much longer as it had been almost 4 hours since she had been restrained, maybe more or less, but only a hour since he had inserted the toy into her and hooked her up to The Black Box. She yelped out as he turned up the vibrator, bringing her to the edge as she had to fight back the desire to cum, the need, her walls were clenching, almost, painfully so as she cried out again. She lost track of her thoughts, and suddenly a thought popped into her mind, a memory of the first time he had put her through this kind of bondage, she had lasted about 20 minutes before she had blacked out. Now it was notched up to 50 minutes, and sometimes, an hour or 2 hours. She begin to think that her body was growing accustomed to it and was building up her strength to make it last for eight hours or more. She shuddered and trembled violently as she suddenly yelped out a plea, for him to stop it, she didn't want her body growing accustomed anymore, because once it did, she knew that there would be no end to how much torture she would endure from him. Aser pease sop iiiiit. Though, the plea came out garbled and incomprehensible.
Thread: A Punishment fit for a Sister (QB and Angel)

To properly break a slave like her, one had to take away everything. Strip them bare, rob them of their essential and lastly, destroy and degrade their dignity to the point of no return. While he had yet to reach the last part, she was well on her way to becoming a submissive pet toy. He felt no shame in abusing someone of his blood, no disgust every time he bound or raped his precious step-sister. To him, she was nothing more than a slab of meat waiting to be abused or exploited. Perhaps after this she would learn not to disobey him. He could only smugly smirk when she confirmed her desires, drooling as more juices continued to flow. Well well, that's unfortunate...no. he said, his gentle touch almost...a wispy touch against her flustered and hot skin. I bet you said all that when you considered to break my rules...you said no to following my orders, so why should I be obliged to follow you? Tsk tsk...stupid girl. he whispered, kissing her upper lips romantically. And her body was surely adapting to this before she would faint almost instantly, only to awaken in a panic attack after blacking out. She was slowly getting more and more accustomed to spending long amounts of time in bondage, furthering her tenacity and her endurance to the suffering that he so invariably inflicted upon her. Trembling uncontrollably, her body shuddered and quivered, enduring countless denials and endless stimulation against her now ultra-sensitive body. Slowly conditioning her, he smiled deviously as he continued to let her suffer in her solitude. Why do you think you can just command me as you please? Are you the master? Answer me! he said, striking her thighs once, twice, until she began to give an answer. Her defiance was sure to cost her. Then, he had pity for her, a rare show of mercy as the vibrations began to slowly peak. Yes, you may cum. The sound of her moan, a moan of glee and relief as she was allowed to climax. With her mind utterly in a haze during the afterglow, he wondered how long it would take for her to realize that the vibrations did not end. Instead, it only continued coming as she burst yet again, juices dripping from her groin area as she was utterly soaked. Now. Cum until you black out. he said, wanting to hear her moans and the sound of her misery. In fact, all those denials, her sore body, her aching joints and the stress of the position was sure to affect her, now left to cum endlessly in the tight and merciless position. This was her punishment, her torture and her lament. He stood by, watching as the camera recorded every moment, taking note of everything from the drool leaving her ball-gagged mouth, the tears that flowed from her blindfold to the juices that dripped endlessly, leaving a puddle of her lewd fluids on the floor...
Thread: A Punishment fit for a Sister (QB and Angel)

Hope shivered and whimpered as she heard his words, his fingers gentle and teasing, though, just barely a whisper of wind against her flustered skin as she moaned out. She was still fighting the urges to cum as she moaned and cried out in desperation as she squirmed and heard his next words as she shook her head and murmured, crying out as he struck her twice with the crop, two more red welts popping up to the surface as she murmured, ooo, Aster, i m ottt teee, Aster. She cried out again, as her back arched, and he allowed her to cum, as she squirted, her juices soaking through her skirt, her skin still flustered and feverish as she sighed heavily in relief. She had begun to drift onto the cloud nine and the after glow as she thought, perhaps, he would unhook her, but when she realized that he wasn't, she panicked. She realized with dread, that he was going to leave her to black out, and possibly hurt herself worse when she went slack in the restraints. She moaned out and whimpered, drool dripping down her still drenched body as the vibrations remained on high. With the vibrations it only took her minutes to get to an orgasm, to reach the edge, as she cried out again. She jolted each time she was brought over to the edge, only to orgasm and climax again and again. Her eyes completely glazed over by her fourth orgasm and then by the sixth orgasm, her body had grown so weak and weary that her eyes fluttered close. Her skin was clammy and feverish with sweat and she slumped in the restraints, a weak moan leaving her before she completely blacked out. Her juices still dripping and drool still trailing down her chin and her blouse.