Sissy Fiction – Bookstore Bound (TV, M+/m, Bondage, Oral, Anal, WS, Chastity, NSFW)

# Sissy Fiction – Bookstore Bound (TV, M+/m, Bondage, Oral, Anal, WS, Chastity, NSFW)

**Bookstore Bound**

*By: Shawna Summers*

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My Master, ever the gentleman, held the car door open for me. I smiled at him as I turned to get out of the car. I made sure to spread my legs in a very unladylike manner, giving him a good peek up my short dress. He simply shook his head and took my arm. We made our way over to the entrance to the adult bookstore.

A small bell jingled as we came in, making sure that everyone turned to look at us as we came in. The clicking of my high heels making me feel even more self-conscious. I tottered along on my 6″ heels, feeling like everyone knew why I was there. Of course, it was pretty obvious what I was there for. I was dressed like a complete vinyl slut, in my black PVC mini dress and black patent thigh high boots. Fishnets stockings peeked out the tops of the boots, while the dress was so short, the garter tabs from my black PVC garter belt were quite visible. Not as visible were the red PVC corset and red PVC panties I had on. “Red, the color of a harlot,” Master told me when laying out my outfit. When I began to blush, he simply commented that its good to match.

Getting used in a public parking lot.

I had been on and off with this specific guy for a few years. We would fuck for awhile, fade away, then eventually somehow always find ourselves back around each other. We would run into each other at the store, at the gas station, restaurants, and even parties. Every time we were in the place as one another, we both knew without having to make eye contact that we were there. All of our friends saw us as friends, and they never caught on to anything between us for the longest time. During one of our “falling outs” (I guess you could say), we would pass each other heading home on the evenings. This evening in particular I made sure he knew that it was me driving home. I went down the main road, turned off onto a side road, and I came back right to the main road a few minutes later. I knew he was watching where I went, and this would drive him crazy not knowing. I began heading towards my home, smiling to myself that I knew he was driving himself crazy to know where I was. At the moment, my phone had lit up. He had sent me a text,

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Shaving

Standing in the bathroom, where you walk up behind me as I put my shaving cream on my face. You wrap your arms around me front behind. I can feel your bare breasts against my back. It’s a sweet warm hug. You pull me around and face me towards a tub. Quick kiss trying hard not to get the shaving cream on your face. You tell me to sit on the edge of the tub. Turning the water on hot you grab the razor from the counter and walk up. Turning my face up and to the side you bring the blade quickly to my exposed neck. Shaving my neck. And my face. Slowly and safely. Taking the time to do a quality shave. Making my face smooth and soft. Once you’ve shaved my face a warm wet towel wipes it. You massage my face. Then pull the the soft smooth face into your warm soft breasts. Feeling extra close with the fresh shave. But we know I can’t be this close without starting to kiss your underboob. Kissing the middle. Deep in the cleavage. Then nipples are in my mouth. Sucking. Licking. Flicking. Biting. The last beings a little yelp/moan. My face comes up and cheek to cheek hug you. Pulling your body into me. Turning my face into a kiss. Deep kiss. Tongues touching. Flicking. Together. Pushing you towards the bed. I lay you down on your back. Letting you feel the your good shaving job on my face run up the inside of your thighs. Running my face to your waiting wanting pussy. Tongue parts your lips and plunges inside you. Coming out and then your across your clit. Sucking your clit in. Running the flat of my tongue across your clit. Circling it with the tip. One finger slowly enters you. Curls up and back. Rubbing your g-spot. Then two. Curling back. Pressure matching the force of my tongue on your clit. Sucking your lips into my mouth. Feeling you. Moving with your body. Reading your body. Tongue all over you. Around your ass. Over your ass. Fingers working inside you as my mouth works your clit. Not frantically or rushed. Taking my time. Enjoying myself. Licking. Playing. Teasing. Slowly building you up. Taking you to the edge. Letting you enjoy with no pressure. Hoping you will cum for me. Willing you to. Then when you cum letting it just go holding nothing back. Letting you ride the orgasm. Climbing up the bed next to you. Kissing. You the whole way up. Your stomach. Kissing every inch. Every spot. Slowly enjoying your body. Nuzzling against your neck. Kissing into your collar and back side of your turned neck. Now face to face kissing. Deep slow kissing. Kissing passionately. Neither frantic or lazily. With purpose. To express the passion between us. You can feel my hard cock between your thighs. The head pushes up against your wet pussy. I lean back taking your legs with me. I pull them up to my chest and push them back lifting your hips. My cock slides deep inside you with a quick deliberate thrust. Driving as deep as I can. Leaning back in kissing you again. Telling how fucking good it feels to be inside you. How tight your pussy feels stretching around my cock. Slowly picking up speed with my thrusts. Depth changes. Some deep. Some shallow. Some fast and frantic. Others slow and deliberate. Stretching you. Leaning back. Watching your body under me. Looking in your eyes. Rocking and thrusting. Grinding and rotating. Feeling all of you. You’re so sexy under me. You’re so fucking good wrapped around me. My orgasm builds and builds. The throbbing in my cock turns to pulses. I tell you I am about to cum. You pull me in tightly. You tell me you want me to cum inside you. Fill you. Empty myself inside you. I cum. Deep inside you. I keep thrusts cuming throughout. You pussy and my cum combine to a smooth slippery coating on my cock. Sliding fast and hard in and out. Stroking hard. Not wanting to stop. I go until the pleasure has just been to much. Falling into you. Pulling you into my arms and on top of me as I fall to my back. Your mouth goes down and lips wrap around my cock sucking the last drops of cum from my cock as they come. You come back up and rest your head on my chest. And my hands in your hair. Feeling our bodies touching all up and down we are wrapped together. Feeling our breathing moving together. After a few minutes together quietly enjoying each other. I look down at you on my chest. Sliding out from under you and leaving you laying face down on the bed naked. Kissing down your neck and back. Literally kissing your ass. Licking your ass from behind. Fingering you from behind. Kissing up your back again. Pushing the hair away from your face and ear turned up towards me. Coming close I kiss your neck and ear. You start pushing your hips and ass back towards me as we look at each other and both say “Again?”

Val and Bridget’s ordeal part 3 (non consent, mother, daughter)

Bridget moaned and her eyes fluttered as she began to regain consciousness. He allowed her to slump forward again, moving her so that her fat young tit landed in his mouth. He sucked on her nipple, feeling the tender bud growing erect on his tongue.

Bridget’s eyes drifted open, and the dazed teen tried to make sense of what was going on. She was kneeling on her mother’s bed, hunched over on somebody’s head. There was a hand running up and down her back, slowly and softly, from the nape of her neck to the crack of her ass. There was something enormously soothing about the caress. There was something warm and wet doing wonderful things to her right nipple, and something else was teasing and tugging lightly on her left nipple. They both felt swollen, like they did when she played with them in the shower, only more so. And… Yes, her pussy was getting wet. It always did, when she played with her tits. All together, it felt marvelous to the still woozy girl. She moaned softly and arched her back slightly, forcing her right tit deeper into the mouth that was teasing her nipple.

Expression of love and lust part 1

Your eyes take in the familiar surroundings of the north shore. The trees blow in the wind as the tide crashes on the rocks while the bmw navigates the windy roads that run alongside the coast. The car roars up to the gate of sands point preserve allowing you in and reaching your final destination the hempsted house . The driver opens your door and instructs you to wear a eye mask. Nervous you agree and tie it behind your head. You take the drivers arm as he guides you to the rear of hempsted house. The mask is slowly removed and your eyes struggle to adjust to the light as you see me standing in the center of the rose garden. The lawn is perfectly green as it feels like a carpet under your feet. The roses in full bloom as the colors fill your eyes as much as their aroma fills your senses. The sounds of the bay excite you as you walk over to greet me. I’m wearing my grey suit and grey tie. As you approach you see I’ve prepared a table with more champagne and some light snacks. As you near I walk to you and take your hand kissing you and thanking you for coming to meet me. I pull out your chair and assist you sitting down. Pouring you a drink we talk about anything and everything as you nervously laugh like you do. I bestow you with compliments as you hold my hand taking in all the sights your heart swells as large as your throbbing clit. I give you a kiss and take your hand as you follow me in.

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Prologue

Six months ago

Jack’s P.O.V

My hands hung limply above my head, the coarse metal of the chains digging painfully against my wrists. My naked body was exhausted and battered, a thin layer of sweat coating my skin.

Five.

I had just experienced my fifth orgasm and he hadn’t even entered me yet.

I was drained; physically, mentally and sexually. I didn’t know for how many more hours I could withstand this torture, but I reminded myself it will be worth it.

I couldn’t see him, the soft blindfold like silk across my eyes prevented me. Yet I could hear his light footsteps, slowly but surely coming closer and closer towards me.

Stalking me like the predator he was.

Standing just a few centimeters away, I felt my heart skip a beat as I tried to even my breathing.

I would rather die than show him my fear.

Not that it would matter. I’d be lying if I thought he was unable to see right through my brave facade.

I swallowed deeply when I felt his fingers gently brush my blond hair away from my damp forehead.

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Like Mother, Like Daughter – Teacher’s Pets – Part Sixteen – Punishing Your Betters [Anal][ATM]

I met Yasmina on my way up to Professorstaden. She was walking slowly on the gravel path between the university library and the literature center. She wasn’t alone, by her side was another girl who also seemed of Persian descent.

“Hey Yasmina,” I said walking up next to her.

The two girls looked up at me. Yasmina’s friend was even more ample bosomed than Yasmina was, she was a bit on the chubby side, but she had a very pretty face and the same long black, almost blue, hair as Yasmina.

“Who’s your friend?”

“Hey Peter. This is Nahid.”

Nahid raised an eyebrow at Yasmina.

“Peter is my economics teacher.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said putting my hand out.

Nahid shook it.

“On your way to our session?” I asked Yasmina.

She nodded.

“Start’s at one, right?”

“Yes. See you in a bit. Very nice to meet you Nahid.”

I left the two girls behind and walked at a brisk pace up to the Rättborn residence. I found Julia in the study room, her books already out. She looked up at me as I entered the room.

The House Always Wins (part four) [vaginal] [blow job] [body observation/self-inspection]

“Like hell you will,” He said as he pulled me into a hug.

“I thought you might say that,” I said, pulling away to look at him.

“I’m still going to kill Finn, he had no right to get you involved in any of this,” he said softly.

I laughed, “As much as he made the call and offer, I didn’t exactly fight it. In fact I goaded them on. When you left the bar that night, I really didn’t care what happened anymore. I would have knelt on the bar floor and sucked and fucked everyone in there to feel a little less rejected. Your brother-in-law was just an opportunist that didn’t know me.”

“See, I think the reason you pulled him aside and talked to him before you left was because you know me. You knew what kind of trouble I was capable of getting myself into when I stopped caring about anything but ridding myself of the pain of rejection,” I said softly.

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Camping – primal

Bright morning sun filters through multicolored leaves as they glide to earth from their high perches. Fall in the Ozarks is otherworldly, the vibrant shades of emerald and hunter meld into russet, marigold , and Auburn. The melting heat and cloying humidity give way to crisp clear skies that smell faintly of earth and campfire. Pausing to wipe sweat from my brow, I observe the clearing I’ve just come to. The buffalo river sits 100 yards to the south, beyond a stand of pine and juniper. An aged campfire from the previous occupants makes my decision. Camp will be here. Unbuckling and easing off my pack, I begin plotting the afternoon, set up camp, kindling, fish for dinner, maybe a quick dip in the river before the day cools too much. He is somewhere behind me, my excitement to be outside always gives way to a lead, while he takes his time; methodical, observing, meditating. Listening for footfalls approaching, although I’m quite certain he’s at least a 1/4 mile behind, I begin removing gear. As my hands brush the coil of blue nylon rope for emergencies, a smile spreads across my face. My thoughts immediately shift from setting up the tent to other pursuits. Deciding my course, I hastily strip down to my underwear, replace my socks and boots, and neatly fold my clothing and very obviously leave them in a tidy pile on a boulder near my pack. I then choose my hiding spot. Close enough I can hear him approach and not too far off trail for safety. I settle on a little dome in the sandstone bluff, with baby pines in front of it. Hunkering down, I settle in, then realize , I forgot to hide the rope. Just as I’m about to make a break for it, I hear hiking boots crunch leaves. Dammit! his quick intake of breath is audible as he spots my clothing, and I can almost see his smirk as he slowly makes a circle, sharp eyes searching for now prey. I try to see through my hiding spot, but in looking for cover, realized I’ve blinded myself to the jungle cat now hunting me. This fact is too much, and I let out a small snicker, a mistake ’ll pay for later. I hear him rummaging through gear, humming a song I don’t know, and the sound of rope being manipulated. Wishing I could see, I sit there, anticipation making me restless. Then silence , complete silence. After a few moments i decide he’s trying to get me to give up , and is probably journaling, just to mess with me. I can wait him out . I lean back against the rock, close my eyes, and sleepily wait. I’m jolted to reality by instinct, open my eyes to see a pair very familiar long legs in front of me. I go to scramble to my feet and in a blink he’s on his knees beside me, hazel eyes downcast, hands already wrapping my own in a preprepared coil of blue. Double Damn. He hauls me to my feet by the slack wrapped loosely around his forearm, turns and begins walking toward a camp, which I see has been set up during my nap. Not saying a word, not meeting my eyes, he walks me toward a large hickory that now has a yet more rope near the base , and a length strung over a high branch sitting suspiciously near a horizontal branch the height of a table. Oh I know where this is going, and impulsively rear back with all my strenghth. He didn’t have a tight grip on the rope, as usually I am very well behaved and obedient, and I see the shock on his handsome face morph into a smile he can’t hide, for a split second , as i turn to run. I make it two steps, while simultaneously gathering lose rope frantically in my hands before I feel a yank on my binds that jerks me back a step. Sighing. I turn around to see the far end of rope under a booted foot. He plucks it from the ground, and wraps it very firmly and methodically around his forearm, again, and again, until he’s directly in front me, so close my bare breasts are brushing his t shirt, and I feel his erection against my belly. My nipples pebble, and I feel a rush of dampness between my thighs as his other hand grasps my chin between thumb and forefinger a hard yet gentle grip, bringing my gaze to his. I watch laughing hazel eyes fill with heat , betraying a stern expression, before he simply states , “it’s a good thing you like punishment” .

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When predators volunteer as prey

I searched for the perfect shade of green rope for weeks. Emerald wouldn’t do, it had to be the color of peat moss and ferns . Once this fantasy of mine was voiced, I knew it would be one of those pivotal moments in life that you remember in minute detail, and for once … I was in charge. I mentioned tying Sir up in jest, one evening when I was being a bratty imp, and instead of becoming riled up, like i intended, he was intrigued. And now, months later, I stand before him holding the rope I worked so hard to find, while a blues song croons about crossroads. The fibers don’t compare to the eyes I’m now looking into, but instead compliments them. You can’t find rope that is the color of late afternoon sunlight dappling a dense forest. one interspersed juniper, oak, and backlit with warmth from a human soul. Those mossy sun bursts are gazing calmly back at me, humor, trust, and desire shining through them. A wave of pride, awe, and arousal wash over me as I take in the leashed power that has been temporarily gifted to me. With a deep breath I begin my work. I have several short coils of green , and decide to start with his legs. running my hands from his inner thighs, down his muscular calves, a butterfly touch , Barely there., before securing his ankle to the coinciding chair leg. I kneel between his legs and admire my work thus far. He’s naked, his thick erection already long and hard, making my mouth water to taste him . I hold out my flat palm close to his mouth and softly command “ lick “. He flattens his warm wet tongue and holds my eye contact as he coats my palm his saliva. I then cup his balls with my other hand, and grasp him at the root, before sliding up, to run my thumb over the mushroomed head of him and sliding back down. I pump him for a long time, occasionally adding my own saliva to the head of him and keep going , enough where his thighs are tense, and then stop. I work on a chest harness next. I stand behind him , and reach over his shoulders to score my nails gently along his chest and flat belly, sliding my hands down to wear my hair hangs over his body and brushes gently over his dick. I pay special attention to his nipples, moving round him to bite the thick muscles on his chest and torso, and back and then quickly bind his chest to the chair . I instruct him to hold his hands behind his back, where I bite lick and scratch back and shoulders, then those hands are quickly coiled In green and attached to the harness. I stand back, a slow perusal of the situation is in order. The kitty is now a lynx, and this perfect creature is at my utter mercy. I’m giddy with excitement at my newfound power, and I attempt to school my features into nonchalance. I pad around his chair to stand before him, cock my head to the side, take it all in , and softly say “ beautiful “. My body takes on the role of Predator easily, and i slink slowly to my new prey, intent on taking in every cue he’s giving me. I observe . His dick is gloriously hard, and he’s not breathing evenly , good , me either. He is not accustomed to being overtaken, especially not by me. I am always the one looking up at him with need and subservience in my eyes. When he raises his head to meet my gaze there is nothing subservient in it . He boldly makes eye contact, demanding me without words to action. Even bound to a chair, he is still Sir, and I struggle to resist the command in his stare. One that would normally have me sinking to my knees ready to do anything he desired. I step up fully into his space, between his legs, lean forward, and grip his chin in one of my hands. I lightly kiss his mouth, and then drift my lips along his jaw to his ear lightly biting it and then back to take his mouth. I deepen the kiss and he obliges, both of us starving for the other. When I start to feel my control spiraling I stop and pull back. He is as out of breath as I am, but is wearing this smirk on his face like he knows exactly what that kiss did to me. Sir, it seems, is a brat too. I pull my pretty satin neglige over my head, and slide it along his arms, chest and cock, gripping his length once through the fabric before tossing it to the side. Next come the sheer lace panties . Won’t need those, as they are drenched already. I drop to my knees and find my equilibrium, this is my space, and I know what to do here. With a smirk of my own I tell him in my most innocent voice “ if you come before you are in my ass I won’t untie your hands later “ and proceed to swallow his length. I bob, suck, and alternately take him down to the root, while fondling his balls , stopping every little bit to gauge his reaction . When I taste precum and notice his body going hard as a rock, his back trying to arch in his binds, his balls tight and ready for release, I stop. I get up, Walk over to my toy bag, and take out my plug. I sit on the bed Less than 2 feet away from where I placed his chair .he literally has a front row view as I spread my thighs, gather moisture from my sopping pussy and fill up my ass with toy. I then play with myself with my hands, one pumping and curling inside my pussy with two fingers, the other hand rubbing my clit in a circular motion. I play for several minutes, while watching his face. He looks hungry, and I feel like his prey again. I stop, get up , stand in front of him, and tell him to open his mouth. I insert two fingers to let him taste me and he delicately licks my fingers before closing his mouth and sucking hard. I feel that suction as a jolt to my pussy. I withdraw my hand quickly and Step back to gather myself. I drop down to play with him again . My hands sometimes playing with his nipples , sometimes scratching, while I alternately stroke and pump him. Ive worked myself up, while trying to work him up. I straddle him, my arms wrapping around his head to grab the chair back, and my toes struggling to grip the the floor on either side of him. I use the floor and chair back to rock and slide my wet pussy along the length of him. I moan and slide, and muss his curls with my hands as I grip and pull on his hair hair and beard. He’s so tense , and I need him so bad I’m not so sure either one of us will last if I keep this up. So I stop, get up, take a drink from my glass and bring his over. Helping him take a drink, then I borrow an ice cube and make patterns on his skin with it . Around his nipples, his arms, his collar bones and finally his dick I pop a couple of smaller ice cubes in my mouth and suck his cock some more. I give us both another drink and then straddle him once more. I grab his cock with one hand, balance myself on his shoulder with the other, look into his hazel sunburst eyes and notch him at my entrance. I want to slam down on him immediately but I resist. I freeze and watch his face. Pleasure, need, impatience, and curiosity, all flutter across his face in rapid succession. I raise up and barely sink in again, just the head, over and over again. He is mostly silent, excluding a few moans torn out of him. I stare into his eyes and ask him “ Who owns you tonight ?” He freezes and I stop moving “ you do “ is his reluctant reply. I sink down a little farther than before . . I ask “ are you ready to be used ?” He hesitates again then looks in my eyes responds immediately with a firm “ yes “. I reach and bite the muscle in his neck and then slowly sink onto his length till I bottom out . We both moan. I grab his face in both of my hands and tell him “ don’t come in my pussy, I want my ass to drip with your come later “ and begin riding him in earnest. I ride him , gliding up and sinking down, stretching my pussy to fit him, and begin to stroke my clit as I do. My orgasm sneaks up on me and I come hard, slowing to a halt with him inside me. The body below me is covered in a sheen of sweat and now there is only one emotion in his eyes. Need. I clamber off his lap, remove my plug and coat every inch of his length with lube. Losing myself in watching his face as I play. Until he tenses up again. I remount him, I sink down , angling his cock and pressing it slowly into my ass. The friction feels so good, and I slide down, taking all of him, he’s big and I feel so full and complete. I enthusiastically use his body to give myself pleasure, riding him hard and fast. I close my eyes, lean my head back as my body arched and I take in every sensation from where our bodies are connected. I moan and chatter nonsensically. I tell him how good he makes me feel, how full i am, how amazing his cock is, how I want him to fill my ass up with his come. I feel myself getting close, and begin playing with my clit with one hand while I fuck him, I’m riding quickly to the crest and it’s about to break. I look into his eyes, green pools of heat, and he does something I never expected but should have. In the steely, authoritative voice he only uses when he’s Sir, he growls “ Come for me “ , and I fly apart at the command as he pulses within me, filling my ass with his essence.