reluctant

*Erica's Revenge*

“But, baby, we still have so much more to get caught up on.” Amanda gave an exaggerated pout at the sight of the thick gag, and then closed her lips tightly.

“Open up.” Erica demanded, moving in close to press the ball against Amanda’s lips, but the smaller girl resisted, shaking her head as she squirmed in the cuffs that held her.

*Erica's Afternoon*

My wife learns the benefits of my orgasm deprivation.

 By Speech Master

I am dabbing my leaking sex with yet another tissue. To be honest, I go through 1-2 boxes per day. Otherwise, I would soak the expensive leather chair with a dripping puddle. I have to be careful when drying myself, though, because I have a hair-trigger clit. One touch would set me off into the most intense and desperately needed orgasm in the history of womankind. But an orgasm now would cost me millions of dollars. My Owner has teased me without release for over two months. If I can clear my head for a few minutes, I should explain.

I was visiting my English professor, Dr. Ann Brown. We were alone in her office. We had become friends over the 2 yrs I had been in her classes. I was very fond of her. Could say I had a crush on her. But being as I was straight, I was very careful not to make too strong an overture. Besides I had my boyfriend Doug to take me out on the weekends, so I didnt want her to get the wrong impression. I didnt believe the talk I heard about her at first. That she liked to play with "little girls", college girls that is. Because she was feminine, always seen in the company of men.

The story of a beautiful powerful woman who is forced to give it all up to be owned by a a man whom she cant resist.

Chapter One

When I met Shannon Brien I was twenty-three, had just gotten my M.S., and was teaching in a community college while I worked on my Ph.D. Shannon was in a College Algebra class I taught in my first Spring semester, and I noticed her as soon as I entered the room.  I had broken up with my graduate-school girlfriend some time earlier, so I was very vulnerable to Shannon's very obvious charms; so vulnerable, in fact, that my cock actually stiffened slightly when I saw her in the front row.

Chapter Eight

  Emma didn't have the authority to move me, but she squatted down in front of me and pushed my head up, then slid her crotch under my face and ordered me to suck her. Once she was just a pledge like me but now she was a sister and I was a slave.

  I sucked and licked her pussy for half an hour, making her cum several times as she moaned and wriggled her ass on my pillow. Whenever I slowed she pulled on my hair until I sucked and licked harder. She was careful not to do anything that might leave bruises though.

Chapter Seven

  It was a bizarre, schizophrenic existence, being a sorority slave. During the day I would attend classes just like the other girls, and be required to use my mind and brains, to think clearly and question things. I would be dressed more or less normally - on the outside. But I wore always the chains of slavery around my ankles and wrists. And usually, another around my waist and between my legs - pinning in twin dildos or vibrators.

Chapter Six

  Carol came home just as I was finishing putting away her laundry. Of course she asked me how my day was and I told her about the two girls fucking me. She scowled at me, saying I was her slave and wasn't allowed to fuck anyone unless she told me to.

  I thought that was kind of unfair, since the girls hadn't even asked me whether I wanted to fuck them or not, but Carol wouldn't accept any excuses. She made me bend over, this time with my legs straight and tight together, my arms wrapped around them tightly.