Riding Mora Good

It’s a typical late spring day for Mora as she dressed in her red spaghetti strap dress; highlighting her braless puckered cherry-sized nipples and clinging to her pantiless firm curvaceous ass, and the fabric rubbing against her smooth waxed pussy. She draped her flaming red cape over her shoulders and slid into her matte red flat shoes.

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Dark Riding Hood

Latched in the crook of her elbow she toted a wicker basket filled with fruit for her granny. Mora always walked through the woods to see her grandmother who decided to remain living in the woods. Mora’s parents relocated her to city life when she was younger. Even after her parents’ demise a few years ago, Mora still enjoyed the excitement of city life, even though Mora is well in her mid-twenties she still wishes to live in the city. However, on weekends she still visits her loving grandmother.

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The Scary Forest photographic print by Phillipe Manguin

Growing up Mora always heard the fables; so she thought, about how haunted the forest was and that she should never walk through it alone. Any other time, Mora walked through them with her cousin, Marcia. Today her cousin had something to do and Mora figured she’d do it alone. After all, nothing has ever happened. Five minutes into thicket of the woods, Mora began to feel as if she were being watched or followed. She began to continually look over her shoulder, stopping at one point once there was a clearing to give a thorough once over before she figured she’d continue her journey.

Once she was satisfied there wasn’t anyone else around she began to continue her trek.

The woods had other plans for Mora.

Coming upon a tree encased in vines, she never noticed a lone yellow flower on it before, she stretched out her hand to pluck it, thinking of putting it in the basket for Granny. Before she made contact with the flower, a vine began to wrap itself around her wrist. Immediately Mora reached to break the vine free with her other hand and that wrist was seized by a vine that came from across her back; rapidly spinning her around so that she was facing where she had just come from.

Frantically she started screaming, hoping beyond hope that someone would actually come by.

Mora watched as another vine slithered its way toward her as another climbs its way down the tree, both angling toward the front of her dress. Simultaneously, the vines rip the front of her dress open. Two more vines wrap around her ankles and spread her legs open. Against all of her efforts, she couldn’t close her legs.

To add further spiked actions, there’s a voice whispering from within the woods,

You are finally ours!

She looks around and there is no true form as to where the voice could be coming from.

A laugh that echos through the forest, too chilling to have come from any human.

The forest has you now, Mora. You will belong to the forest.

A cold wet leaf whisps across a distended nipple, licking it as her breasts heaves up and down with her ragged breaths. Another leaf mimics the same action against her other nipple as a few wet leaves lick the fully exposed pussy. Mora realizes that she’s visibly exposed in the open if anyone should walk into the forest at that moment and what they would see.

Against her volition, she realized she was starting to get aroused and tried not to give in to the sensations she was feeling. The vines began to slowly pull her on the ground, never allowing her to break from the spread-eagle position they had her in, now full-fledged on the ground.

Spread Eagle Bondage photo credit xHamster.

The leaves continue to lick her peaked pink nipples and her wet spread pink pussy. The moans escaping from between Mora’s lips are now echoed through the forest back into her own ears.

Mora’s eyes widen as she watched more vines remove a ripe, yet firm banana from the fallen wicker basket and peel it. The banana is gently thrust between her beautiful nether lips as they grasp the fruit being slid inside of her. In her mind, she tries not to enjoy the sensation of being pierced by the phallic shape, but she finds that she is gently lifting her hips toward it as it is pushed inside of her. Secretly hoping that it doesn’t break inside of her.

Around her, a pack of wolves gathers around to watch as the vines possess Mora’s body sexually. The wolves tongues, hanging out the side of their mouths, saliva dripping heavily from their mouths.

Your pheromones are strong and they smelled you throughout the forest.

The voice comes from within the forest to Mora. She tries to break free from her bindings and the sexual actions performed on her, but she was unsuccessful.

Don’t worry, they will not have you. But someone else will…

Mora was so engrossed in what was being done to her, she didn’t see the male forest ranger standing from within the shadow of the tree to her right. His cock freed from his pants, stroking his throbbing member as he watched the vines and leaves work their magic on her. Mora’s eyes locked with the ranger’s and he stepped from behind the tree, unabashedly as her eyes took in the full view of his massive cock, bobbing as he started walking toward her; ridding himself of his clothes with each step.

The vines grip starts to slowly loosen with each step of the ranger, but never freely letting her go. The vine that was fucking Morea with the banana let go of the banana completely; leaving it lodged in Mora’s pussy for the ranger to eat from her pussy. The ranger got down on his hands and knees and ate the banana from her wet pussy as if it were his last meal covered with all of Mora’s cum. The leaves licking her nipples quickening up their pace, making Mora arch her back and screams while she cums just as the ranger’s tongue makes contact with her clit.

The forest laughs! The wolves howl as the true alpha male eats Mora’s pussy. While Mora’s pussy continues to twitch, the ranger thrusts his thick and lengthy cock inside of Mora and rides her the way he knew she should be ridden.

Chain of Milk

I didn’t know I had such power over the women I worked for. They were blinded by my beauty and definitely my sex. 

Working for the office I worked for I found my work to be dull, repetitive and boring. I worked for her employer for the past three years and went to work being the obedient employee that didn’t make noise or static over the typical office politics, gossip, and the lazy employees that passed their work off to others to do for them.

The annual office evaluations were approaching, I knew I would be up for yet another raise, but this year I was up for a promotion. I felt I deserved this promotion since I never called out or half-assed my job assignments; unlike my coworkers, who were ass-kissers. To everyone, I am the bitch that would be the “yes” girl. What they didn’t know is that deep down I despise this fucking company. I love what I do, I just don’t love the company, the bosses, or co-workers. However, I have other plans. I’ll get promoted and move on to another company for the same job title that pays more. As far as I’m concerned no one knew that I already started inquiring with other companies.

I started visualizing the day I would part ways with this current place of employment and walk into work with a great big smile on my face. The day finally came for my evaluation. This was going to be a day I knew I’d be able to plan my departure in a few weeks. At least I thought so.

I have summoned to my boss’ office and as I entered saw both of my shift supervisors and the company owner sitting at an oval table. They each had a glass of wine in their hand while one sat on the glass top, which was meant for me to sit in front of. There was no cause for alarm since they generally had some type of alcohol at these evaluations; that was the customary way they did it at this company. I believed the purpose was to trick the employee to loosen them up enough to let loose lips fly about themselves to sink their own progress.

I without hesitation or lack of confidence; because I knew enough not to fall for their plan, sat down and joined the women at the table. I was not expecting what would ensue in the next few moments.

So, I got an interesting call from my cousin who owns the Phillips Corporation,” my morning area supervisor mentioned and I almost choked on the wine.

For the first time, I stammered at the table as they all looked admonishingly at me.

“Mora, we thought you’d have a promising future with us,” the CEO said with disdain in her voice. “I held you to high esteem with your great productivity.”

I began to feel like the wine was sand I was swallowing, yet I needed something to do to avoid answering or looking at them. Despite how dry my mouth felt, I continued to drink from my glass.

I didn’t know that I was drugged until my vision began to become blurry and I couldn’t form the words to ask what was happening to me.

Pulling my hair, making my head tilt back as the CEO looked down at me, “You’ll never leave this company. We own you Mora.”

She began kissing me and I wanted to say stop but found myself opening my mouth ready for her kiss. I found myself responding to her kiss with my own. As she removed her mouth the pm area supervisor clamped her lips upon mine, as I watched my am area supervisor refill my glass as she filled her mouth with the wine that they spiked with the aphrodisiac that has me in a wanton state. When my mouth was freed up, she filled my mouth with the wine she had in her mouth forcing me to swallow it before her tongue drove deeply into my mouth.

My body became warm as my hands started stroking each of them. In my mind, I thought I was pushing them away, however, I was finding the mounds of their breasts. The hardness of their nipples scraped against the palms of my hands. I have never touched another woman’s breasts before.

I heard laughing in my ears, “I see the wine is working perfectly on you.

It was as if it were a whisper in my ear and I began to get more aroused with the words. I didn’t realize a moan escaped my lips until they all laughed at me succumbing to them. No one told me to do anything and yet I was willing to explore them.

So deep into what I was doing, I didn’t realize that my shirt and bra were opened until they pulled them from my shoulders. Instantly my instinct kicked in that I should be covering my breasts and my wrists were held as the CEO began sucking on my perky pink nipples and I arched my back, giving my full breasts to her. Both supervisors cupped my breasts; feeding them to the big boss, as her mouth moved from one to the other what seemed like forever. I could feel my pussy begin to tingle. Without any reserve, I spread my legs.

What was I doing? I couldn’t stop myself.

Without missing a beat my supervisors released my wrists and while still feeding my breasts to the boss, with their free hand pulled my panties down and spread my legs wider. I didn’t stop them, nor did I think that I wanted to.

The CEO started fingering my wet pussy, making me wetter than I thought I could ever be. I knew the fabric on the chair beneath me began to get wet because I could feel my wetness slipping between my ass cheeks.

“This is by far the best evaluation session we’ve ever had. You need to see just how great your assets are to us Mora,” the CEO said as she trailed her face toward my exposed pussy. Leaving my wet, throbbing nipples exposed for my supervisors to start sucking on. I tried to stifle the moan that escaped my lips as the three of their mouth were on me. The CEO spread my pussy as her tongue slid deeper inside of me

I was not restrained, yet I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move away from what they were doing to me. I wasn’t worried that anyone would walk in since everyone knew that these meetings could take a while and were never to be interrupted. I am quite sure though that my moans were carrying through the door.

The more I tried to find logic into stopping what was happening, the more I became aroused.

I was suddenly pulled upright from the chair to stand and I looked down at my bosses as they lapped at my wet pussy and realized that I was actually the boss of them. They fed off of my dripping wet pussy as if I were a fountain they were drinking from. I didn’t feel ashamed about being in this position from them spiking my drink.

I am doing my best to not scream and I ride their faces as they reach up to squeeze my aching nipples and am not ashamed at being their best flowing evaluation.

I begin to see myself held in high esteem at these meetings and know that I cannot change my outlook, I have to stay with this company.

I own these women, I am now in control.

*photo credit to Pornhub. (not sure where I got this shot from, had it for a while)

 

Anxiety Over Everything That Others Find Miniscule #sb4mh #sexbloggerformentalhealth #mentalawareness

I get leery when others are close to my personal space; which to me means if I can hear you breathing or smell your breath and or body odor (be-it your perfume or sweat) it makes me hyperventilate. I get irritable and start spazzing by indignantly telling them that we aren’t married and didn’t realize we were on a honeymoon.

I’ve always felt a sense of claustrophobia when others are next to me. I’m not sure if it’s because of being sexually assaulted when I was younger, but I don’t like others that I didn’t invite in my personal space. Ever since my recent accident, I get into such a frenzy when I am crossing the street; since I am now a living bobblehead while crossing the street on the lookout for anyone else who seems to forget their obligation to driving instead of texting and driving.

I curse out the drivers that turn while failing to use their turn signal lights.

Use your fucking turn signal lights. IT’S FREE! AS MUCH AS YOU PAID, IT COMES WITH THE FUCKING CAR!!! 

I begin to get sweaty and shaky and find myself breathing rapidly. At times, I swear I can still feel the impact of being hit by this asshole’s SUV. I then find myself ridiculing myself because I get so anxious. Yet, it’s bad enough I already live with other issues of mental illness without this new added one.

I have recently started taking Cymbalta to aid in my coping with my depression and anxiety. It’s only been two weeks, but it may actually be working some. I don’t find myself to be so edgy, I think.

When others on right on my back, I still get panicky because my back does hurt every day. It’s just some days are worse than others and when people are really close to my back the least little bump is enough to send me to the ER after I hear,

I’m sorry.

Your fucking sorry doesn’t help my back from being fucked up. I am trying to not be rude when I ask someone to back up and give me a few inches of my own personal space. It’s a process and I have to realize that not everyone knows or understands my plight for my own safety and peace of mind.

Dealing with MY Stigmatization About My Mental Health😱 #sb4mh

Growing up I always knew I was different than other kids because of the way I didn’t deal with reality or because I felt awkward and withdrew from others (I still feel this way). There were times I; not knowing what panic attacks were, hid in closets just to be away from everyone else and in the dark until I felt like I could be around people again.

Another factor was that my parents; though court ordered, placed me in therapy because school officials reported my strange behavior to the state. I have been in therapy for as long as I can remember. However, I can’t say that I knew/understood what I was going to therapy for or what I was supposed to say and/or do. My parents always gave me a stern sentence before they drove me to my sessions,

Don’t you tell these people our business. What happens at home is none of their damn business.

If I find out you told these people our business, I’m gonna whip your damn ass.

(The whipping my ass comment was years prior to when hitting a kid was considered child abuse. That’s when anyone could spank your kid. I’ve had a few teachers and neighbors that have whipped my ass for my parents, but that’s another story.)

So, every week I’d go to therapy and act as if I didn’t have problems. As far as my parents were concerned, kids didn’t have problems. I grew up never telling my therapists about the dark moods I felt while other kids were happy-go-lucky. I never told how I’d felt; at times, like I shouldn’t be alive or didn’t feel like I was loved or wanted. I never spoke about the issues of why I acted out in school constantly; mostly to get the kids to like me, then get my ass beat when my father came home from work.

I never learned the art of true and effective communication in our house where the motto was,

Children should be seen and not heard.

So, I began to think and feel that my thoughts, feelings, and existence didn’t matter.

Suffice it to say, my true mixed feelings about therapy and its purpose(s) were revealed to me when I tried to commit suicide for the first time (February 12, 1985) when I was 14 by trying to kill myself at school. Fortunately, I was seen by the security officer as I attempted to slice my wrist who talked to me with compassion, cried with, and hugged me when she was able to talk me into giving her the knife.

When my mom was called to the school, she had no understanding as to why I’d want to do such a thing. In my opinion, she appeared to be embarrassed to be called there for my mental break down.

That was the day my whole personality and understanding about therapy changed.

My mom committed me to a psych ward for adolescents after taking me to the same therapist she told me not to tell anything to after she picked me up from school.

That was the FIRST time I’d ever opened up about my thoughts and feelings. It was also the exact day I became rebellious against my family, adults, kids, or anyone else that portrayed to give a shit about me. I started cursing my parents and adults out, started smoking and drinking, became anorexic and bulimic. I just didn’t give a shit.

In therapy it took a lot for me to feel comfortable to open up and once I did, there were times I felt relieved then felt embarrassed about what I’ve said. Then I’d shut down. I’ve been on/off different meds so many times.

My family and others that were aware of my mental illness teased me and made me feel awkward about taking the meds; much less being in treatment. So, whether I needed the meds or not… I’d stop taking it.

Therefore putting me more in a funk than I guess I originally was. Either I’d stay in bed; secluding myself from everyone, or I’d be overly aggressive, or I’d try too hard to fit in; therefore making myself too awkward around others.

I still do that from time to time. But I’ve improved, I’m more open in therapy now about how I feel and don’t care what the therapist thinks of me. Just recently I’ve admitted I need to be back on medication to help stabilize my moods, thoughts, and feelings.

I still deal with occasional thoughts of suicide, but I don’t try to act upon them. I am doing my best to survive my battle with mental illness and am grateful that I have a better understanding of therapy and know that I’m not alone.

Employee’s Bonus

I fell asleep after the lovely sex round we had in your bed. So exhausted was I that I didn’t feel or hear you handcuffing my hands to the headboard or feel you spreading my legs extremely wide attaching them to the rope bound to the night stand on each side of your bed. You gently place the blindfold over my eyes and to ensure I can’t see anything place an eye mask over it. You don’t want to hear my protests and place a gag over my mouth.

Three of your female employees are anxiously sitting in your living room waiting for you to escort them into the bedroom to enjoy me sexually as their bonus. Something unbeknownst to me that you invited them two days ago to explore and ravish me sexually as you watched.

I didn’t know that you told them that I’d be at their mercy as I’d be bound and blindfolded to your bed for their enjoyment. The only thing you didn’t want them to do was make a sound or speak to me. Your purpose being that you’d love for me not to know who they were so that I’d be at a great disadvantage as I mingled with all your employees at the company picnic this weekend. Knowing that it could be anyone of them smiling and laughing in my face. You told them that for the picnic you’d have me not wearing bra and panties. You’d be proud knowing my nipples would be rock hard having everyone noticing them and you’d know my pussy would be beyond wet, knowing that I’d be amongst the women you gave the pleasure of feasting on and fucking my pussy.

For the time being I am presently knocked out and naked with my legs spread as you gather these women to stand at the foot of your bed, staring at my Brazilian waxed pussy as you spread it open for their eyes to enjoy the view.

You allow them to see the glistening pinkness of the pussy you just enjoyed a few moments before as they listened to my moans from beyond the bedroom walls. Each of them envisioning what I will look and taste like naked under their exploits.

Their eyes have also noticed my perky pink nipples, which you hope to see become riper under the effects of both being enjoyed at the same time by their mouths.

You now come up with the idea to put my earpods in my ears and play music because you’ll want to hear their praises over being able to enjoy my body, while I won’t be able to hear or remember their voices. You smile at the thought that you also want to tell them what to do to me.

Releasing my pussy, you give them the “shhhhh” signal as you gently place the pods in my ears. Pointing at two ladies you direct toward my tits, but signal for them to wait as you look at the woman still centered between my legs.

You love the vision and quickly take the first of many pictures that you’ll take on your phone, which you’ll later send to each of them and will also create screensavers for their office desktops. Something you’d love all your employees to see; me naked, bound, and pleasured by women I have no idea of their identities.

Nodding your head they each start fondling me and I start to stir, orginally thinking it’s you but realizing there are three different touches and try to move away, see who’s touching me and tell them to stop, but I can’t because you’ve made sure I couldn’t.

I’m not sure of where you are as their hands become more intrusive.

You start playing music in my ears, not extremely loud, but I can’t hear you telling the ladies you want them to enjoy everything about me sexually.

I don’t hear you ask if they like what they’re doing so far, nor hear their replies of yes.

Suck on those lovely nipples,” you say as you spread my pussy again and tell the woman there, “lick her clit like you’re a cat lapping up milk.”

The mouths that clamp down on my nipples suck hard and fast; as if they’re greedy to enjoy my nipples that I now feel stiffening against their tongues. The tongue licking my clit has long swift strokes and I try to thrash to move away from all of their mouths, but I’m held still. My hips are held down by you as you keep me in place to allow her to feast upon my now throbbing and tingling pussy.

She tastes my nectar as it fills my pussy.

I can’t hear her tell you that she feels and tastes me getting wet against her tongue. You look at the ones at my tits and ask how they love my nipples. They release the grip their mouths had on them with a pop and as they reply, you see how plump my pink nipples become, telling them that they’ve never been that size before.

More pics you take from different angles, glad to see how aroused I’ve become. Knowing that you’ll eventually have all 30 of your employees enjoying me sexually as you watch and they all have me in my sexual helplessness displayed on their desktop screensavers; something that I’ll never know about.

The women enjoying my nipples have begun flicking them as you watch my engorged nipples move back and forth rapidly against their fingers. The woman attending to my pussy starts flicking my throbbing wet pink clit.

There are no more moans if protest, but of unabashed pleasure as you now just focus on watching them enjoy me and you continue taking pictures.

Now I want the three of you to eat her pussy at the same time!” You are thrilled at that since I’ve never had two mouths there at the same time.

I feel the women release my nipples, thinking that my attack is finally over. I never expected to feel them join the other at my pussy. You’ve definitely made sure there was more than enough room for them to have their tongues battling for the best position to make me scream and cum.

The feeling of three tongues on and in my pussy makes me buck and gyrate my hips against my own volition. At first you tell them to hold my hips still, their feasting on my pussy is for their pleasure. All three place a vice grip on my hips as their mouths lick and suck on my pussy and clit. Their free hands thrusting their fingers inside at the same time, then taking turns to finger fuck me.

You’re enjoying the show, my gag is drenched from my spit as I continue to scream and moan against it. The cuffs showing proof of my bucking and writhing against their work. My nipples still exceedingly plump from being sucked, licked, nibbled on and flicked. You stand above the three women as they feast on my dripping wet pussy as if they were pups.

You want to capture the pure essence of this and start videoing it. The light from the recorder shining brightly as it captures each tongue trying to lick every drop from my throbbing pussy. Switching from camera mode to video recorder in slow motion so that it’s truly appreciated.

My moans and screams become louder and you tell them to release my hips.

I start fucking each of their faces as if they owned my pussy. My hips took on a life of their own as I started cumming and squirting. They never moved their faces as I splashed all over them. They drank from my exploding pussy.

I’ve never squirted before and you became a little jealous, throwing the phone down so that you may partake in their enjoyment as well. They even made room for you.

My shock came again as I felt the fourth mouth placed upon my spread pussy. I couldn’t control myself as I let loose another torrent of arousal as all your mouths continued to enjoy me.

I cum so hard that I pass out.

You and the ladies noticed my limp state, but noticed I was still breathing. You told them to each to slowly take their last licks of my pussy and nipples then leave.

I’ll send you ladies the pics and video later,” you say as you look at the stiffness of my nipples and how wet the bed and the women are. Smiling proudly, “I’ll upload your screensavers to your desks so that everyone will see your handy work. You’ve made me proud to be your boss ladies.

As they headed toward the door, they thanked you for their bonus and promised per their agreement to tell everyone at work about how delicious and wonderful it was to enjoy your girlfriend.

*feature photo from Pornhub (not sure which video. Took it a while ago)

My Dream

Last night he came to me in my dream,

Cock hard, throbbing and distended for me.

He caught me sleeping so deeply,

Unaware of his deep intense ogling.

Before his eyes I am naked and not aroused,

Oblivious of him removing my gown.

He tenderly noticed everything about me,

The way I slept with my lips parted slightly,

Took in the dimple on my chin,

My nipples were peaked and pink,

Gently touched one; it rose for his affection,

Loving the width of my hips made for him,

Knowing the depth to go; shiiiiiit I’d scream,

My clit is borne for his pleasure,

Touching it will definitely make me wet,

His tongue stroking in circles & licking it,

I moan so softly; it’s music to his ears,

I’m still sleeping but my body’s awake,

The head of his cock makes its entrance,

Ever so slowly does he enter his house,

Making it drip then pour all over his cock,

I begin to open my eyes,

He’s awaken me by making me cum!

Now the dream is over and I’m fully awake, omg! The thought of what his cock had done to me .

Submissive

Going into your desire;

over and over again–

crawling and writhing all over your bed with my need and longing.

What do you do that turns my head,

moaning your name;

over and over and over and over again?

I embrace the feeling of the summit,

loving the feel if your touches.

Mold me, sculpt me into your desire.

Moving with/against you with every stroke–

sending heat waves to my core.

I want you more than you know–

tell me what to do, make me yours.

I know what I want, but make me beg for it!!!

Don’t make it easy, it’s too damn simple.

I want to earn my release, work really hard for it.

Make me surrender what’s built up inside–

“Yeeeeees, please don’t stop!”

Stroking me making me not want to stop,

make me yours in more ways than one.

I moan/scream/writhe and say your name…

Loving the fact that just for today–I was your love slave!

Stress Relief

I am sitting here at the doctor’s office, trying not to cringe from the migraine I’ve been suffering from for the past 2 days. Nothing has been helping me, not any pain pill, dark and quiet rooms… NOTHING! I can’t tolerate this torture. I finally took a cab to come to Dr. Savor’s office; my neighbor, Liz suggested her to me.⁷

Because I am in such pain she agreed to see me immediately and now I see that I’m the only patient. That’s fine with me. I didn’t want to hear other people talking or hear their kids screaming, or me trying to avoid small talk with anyone when all I want is pain relief and quiet.

I’ve been in the office now for about five minutes. The receptionist is really nice and explained to me how the doctor will see me in a few minutes and that I’m her last patient.

That’s great news to me because it means that I’ll have all the time that the doctor will need to relieve me from this migraine. No rushing through my examination to get to the next patient; I’ve had a few doctors like that, that shit annoys me.

As I start to reflect upon some of those visits, Dr. Savor calls my name.

I didn’t realize that I was truly the only person in the waiting area. I was so stuck with remembering the past doctor’s visits I hadn’t realized the receptionist had left for the night.

Dr. Savor escorted me to the quiet, dim room, which smelled like vanilla; my favorite scent.

Instantly I begin to relax a bit, hoping that she’ll be able to help me.

Please lie down on the chaise,” she points towards in the right corner of the room.

I was a bit confused, which must’ve shown on my face.

With a light-hearted laugh, Dr. Savor explains, “Mora, I will use hypnosis to relieve you of your migraines,” she looked at me with a questioning look, as if for consent.

I tell her how Liz didn’t relay what kind of doctor she was.

I’ve never been hypnotized before, but if you feel it would get rid of this fucking explosion going on in my head, I’ll do it!” I say as I pass her.

In my haste to start my process, I didn’t notice Liz sitting in the other corner, looking at Dr. Savor with a happy smirk on her face.

Little did I know that none on this is real except that I will be hypnotized. Liz’s cousin, Jill practices hypnosis to help others to quit smoking. Since Liz saw Jill’s success rate with her clients, she knew she had to get Jill to hypnotize me into being her slut; showing and sharing me sexually.

The first person of course would have to be with the one person she could get to make this possible, her cousin Jill.

Jill instructs me to relax as she dims the lights more, talking softer, and starts to lull me into her trance.

Liz comes out from her hiding spot as my eyes close and my body relaxes. Jill puts me under her spell; telling my brain who’s in control, she gets the pressure from my migraine to go away. Even under hypnosis, I’m sure I can feel the relief.

Now that Jill has done what I originally came for, Liz nods at her, letting her know to start making me her sexual slut.

Mora, you will now listen to and obey the voice of your neighbor Liz, do you understand?”

With a sleepy nod and verbal yes, I now begin my hypnotic surrender to Liz.

“Hello Mora,” Liz said proudly.

Without hesitation I reply, “Hello Liz.”

“Very good,” said giving Jill the thumbs up sign, but speaking to me, “Mora I’m going to ask you questions and you have,” placing emphasis on, “no choice, but to answer them truthfully and without hesitation. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Repeat to me what you’re going to do,”

Jill watches anxiously and nervously as Liz sits next to her, thinking about what she’s just given Liz permission to do.

I will have no choice but to answer all your questions honestly and without hesitation.”

Very good. However, just know that there will be consequences if you don’t. Do you understand?”

Yes.”

Immediately Liz starts with private and sexual questions, “Mora have you ever had sex with a woman?”

“No.”

“Why?”

I’m not interested in women sexually.”

Looking at Jill and winking, Liz says confidently to me, “Starting today you will.”

My reaction must’ve been normal as I tried to reject her statement.

With a sneer she continued, “You’re under my control now Mora and you will start to enjoy being sexual with women and enjoy EVERY bit of it.”

My fingers flex in my lap as my brain tries to reject her words.

“I’ve wanted you ever since you moved next door two years ago. I’ve been craving to see you. To make you my sex slave.”

Walking over to me, Liz ties my hands behind my back, making my tits stick out before her and Jill. The buttons appearing to pop open as the fabric stretches across my full bosom.

Jill and Liz look at the gaps now showing my pink flowered bra and my skin.

“I’ll keep you in this position for a while. It’s so appealing,” Liz said as she ran her finger over my tit, lingering over my nipple as she traces slow small circles over it.

“Very nice Mora,” she said as she sped up the motion of her finger circling my nipple.

Does that feel nice Mora?”

I hesitate to answer as I mentally try to fight the sensation I feel as my nipple rises against her finger.

Mora, you are hesitating. But your nipple is definitely answering for you.”

Liz looked at Jill, “Now she’ll have to be punished.”

Liz ripped open my blouse, the sounds of my popped buttons flying across the room and landing on the parquet floor seems loud, but doesn’t hurt my head now that my migraine is gone.

Jill, finally enjoying what she started, walked over and spread my legs open so there’s one over each of the chaise. Seizing the moment to lift my skirt, which is already short.

Mora when’s the last time you’ve had sex?” Liz asked as they both stand over me ogling my helplessness.

Jill watched the heaving of my tits as I accustom myself to my new position.

A year ago,” I answered obediently.

“Why? Was it with that Kevin dude you were seeing?”

“Yes, it was Kevin. I didn’t know he was married and I don’t want to be anyone’s mistress,” I replied without thinking.

“I’m glad, it bothered me that I couldn’t have you,” Liz’s finger now traces circles over my clit as Jill watches. “You’re going to be mine now, Mora. I’m going to enjoy showing you off. You’ll make me proud to do it.”

Jill tied ropes around Mora’s thighs to keep them open, not giving her a chance to move.

“I bet you have beautiful nipples. What color are they Mora?”

Both Jill and Liz are fondling my nipples through my bra. Making them engorged and eager to be free.

My nipples are pink.”

“Mmm, nice. I love how hard we’ve made your nipples. Thank us for making them hard for our pleasure.”

Without hesitation, “Thank you for making my nipples hard for your pleasure.”

My rapid, aroused breathing makes my tits move toward their controlling fingers.

Great choice in wearing a bra that fastens in the front today. From now on you’re not allowed to wear bras or panties.”

Liz wanted to share the moment of opening my bra with Jill. They both positioned their fingers on the clasp, “When we open your bra, thank us.”

Jill tells Liz how exciting this moment is and she’s glad she gets to share it with her.

With a nod to Jill, they unfastened my bra, exposing my erect semi-cherry sized, pink nipples.

My mind is trying to fight what’s happening, but Liz begins to speak, “Accept what’s happening Mora. Damn, you’re making me proud!”

My mouth starts speaking, “Thank you for enjoying my tits for your pleasure.”

At the same time, Jill started sucking greedily on my nipple a brief moment before Liz.

Here I was topless with my arms tied behind my back, thrusting my breasts toward their eager mouths and my legs held spread open as Liz’s fingers enter inside my panties touching my now throbbing pussy.

Mora, look at the both of us savoring your lovely big nipples. Don’t stop thanking us for it.”

Obediently I watch as their mouths suckle the hell out of my nipples. Driving sensations down to my pussy. I can feel my wetness against her fingers as they rub against my clit and inside my pussy.

Moaning, I thank them repeatedly for sucking my nipples and before I knew it, “I’ve never done this before!” I voluntarily blurt out.

Liz lifts her head, smirking as she looks into my dazed eyes, increasing the movement of her fingers in my panties as she Jill doesn’t stop sucking my nipple.

“You’ve never done what before my beautiful slut?

Feeling helpless and yet aroused, I answer, “Have both nipples sucked at the same time or be with women sexually!” I let out breathlessly.

“Oh, my slut, it gives me great pride that you have no idea what I have in store for you.”

Jill continued latching onto my nipple as Liz ripped my panties off. My newly waxed pink pussy fully exposed. Liz spread my pussy open with one hand and then placed Jill’s hand in my wet spread pussy.

With a pop Jill stopped sucking my nipple, which now is the size of a ripe cherry. Glistening with her spit and now missing the suction she was doing.

Jill blurts out how wet I am and I watch as she now looks at my pussy that I am unable to hide from their stares.

Without thinking, “Thank you for staring at and playing with my pussy for your pleasure.”

Beyond thrilled that the hypnosis was working, Liz said, “See, you want to be my slut to be enjoyed by women, being my slave.”

I begin to start nodding and saying yes as both their fingers are fucking my moist pussy. Here I lie, tied sexually exposed and being enjoyed by these two women.

Both their tongues begin to taste me at the same time, making my hips gyrate and making me moan.

As their fingers continue to finger fuck me and fondle my nipples, Liz tells Jill to instruct me to come out of the trance when I cum. I’ve been instructed to remain horny and obedient for Liz and her commands once I’m awake.

“You’ll never have sex with anyone unless it’s me and any woman I want,” Liz commands me.

“Yeeeeees!” I start moaning.

“You’ll never be aroused, interested, or will fuck another man, EVER!” Liz says as she finger fucks and pinches my nipple hard, especially when she says the word “ever.”

I start to cum hard on their fingers screaming, “Yeeeeees! Yes, I’m yours to do with as you please!”

They both start licking and sucking on my pussy and clit while they pinch my nipples hard as I cum, waking me up from from trance as instructed. I look at how my nipples are being played with and watch as my pussy is being devoured by my neighbor Liz and Dr. Savor.

I gyrate frantically as I continue to cum, realizing how I’m bound and at their mercy.

Without thinking I begin to thank them for tying me up, fondling my nipples and what they’re doing to my pussy.

Dr. Savor stands up to ask, “How does your migraine feel?”

Liz continued eating my pussy as I tried to answer between moans, “It’s gone! Thank you Dr. Savor.

Liz stands up to look my whole body over and I see her smiling lips are shiny from my cum.

I blush at the thought.

Ah, my slut,” Liz said, “her name isn’t Dr. Savor, it’s Jill and she’s my cousin who helped me get rid of your migraines.

Although I should feel offended that she said I was her slut and I should feel violated that her and Jill were sexually enjoying me, it somehow made me feel extremely aroused.

How do you feel about men sexually now?”

Before I realized it, I frowned and said that I am turned off by men sexually.

Liz spread my pussy and told Jill to just stare at how pretty, pink, and wet it is.

Do you like that I’m showing your pussy off, my slut?

Breathlessly I answer, “Yeeeeees!”

Just then the door opens and the receptionist walks in staring at my erect nipples and sees Jill and Liz ogling my spread pussy.

Before she could say anything Jill pulls her over to look at my exposed pussy herself.

I didn’t realized I moaned until Liz said, “Moaning at being looked at? Very good my slut. I’m going to love sharing and showing you off.”

The receptionist started fondling my throbbing clit, staring at my stiff nipples.

I hear her tell Liz how big my nipples are.

Liz smiled as she watched the receptionist admire my sexual helplessness and said, “I’m going to have those beautiful perky nipples sucked non-stop by a group of 20 women tomorrow as I keep your pussy spread so the rest of us can watch as it gets wet and cums.”

Hearing her plans made me cum and I screamed from its intensity.

“Well ladies, looks like my slut will not be suffering from migraines anymore. She’ll be cumming a great deal instead.”

Deep

I love thinking of her at times when I’m in my sexual awareness,

Nipples stiff and clit throbbing with desire.

What does it matter who’s pussy is wetter?

Screaming as our bodies twitch from orgasm!

I think of her nipples in my mouth,

I nibble softly; making them engorged.

Flicking my tongue over what’s now mine!

My fingers deep, rubbing her slick walls,

Mmmmmm, I’ve got to taste her!

Drink her nectar, my thirst never quenched…

Shiiiiiit, how I love this bitch!

Hearing my name repeatedly from her lips,

I will never stop making her wet.

She’s a great deal to me,

She knows exactly how to please me.

Happiness Is Giving

I am happy to freely give myself to my Master and Sirs for their pleasures. For it is through their pleasure that I’m pleased.

You may not understand the arousal I feel at being sexual exposed to Master’s fan clubs; it’s not for your pleasure, unless you’re aroused with knowing how nothing sexual about me is a secret. From Master telling how it feels to taste me, fuck me, and the way he makes “his” nipples hard for all to see.

Master’s favorite is hearing my screams as he controls the intensity and duration of who he allows to fucks me.

Could it be you next? Men and women are welcome to enjoy me in front of Master and my Sirs.

I am happy to please my Master however, whenever, and wherever he wants.

For it is in giving that everyone receives pleasure. Therefore, I am happy to give.