Pleasure NOT Pain is How I'm Going to get What I Want From You! ( F/F )

[LunaDog]

PLEASURE NOT PAIN IS HOW TO GET WHAT
I WANT FROM YOU!

I suddenly felt the cold muzzle of a pistol against the back of my neck, actually what I had sensed was the silencer of said firearm, but no matter, it signified my capture and arrest; especially since a cold, hard female voice accompanied it. “I suggest that you cease any movement whatsoever!” And when I’d complied? “Slowly, very slowly, move your arms behind your back.” Again, I obeyed, the alternative being a bullet being shot into my neck, I had no doubt about that, with both of my wrists now being surrounded by cold steel, this process taking some time admittedly as my captor only one hand available to her, the other keeping that pistol firmly pressed against my body. And when she’d finished? I was hers now, she had successfully taken me into her captivity.

Not that she had finished just yet. With my arms immobilised, her pistol dis-appeared leaving both of her hands free now, when one of them quickly entered one of her jacket pockets, emerging carrying a ball-gag, with which she’d soon effectively silenced me. A blindfold duly followed, removing my power of sight completely, and there I was, bound, blind and quietened, completely at the mercy of my now captor, knowing full well that none of that particular commodity would be heading in my direction.

Grabbing my arm she now effectively frog-matched the sightless me for a few hundred yards, until I was bundled into a stationary vehicle to be taken God knows where, a destination totally of the choosing of my captor, or more likely that of her superiors. To no doubt face interrogation of real intensity, including possible torture and extreme pain. For the nation that I served was within a state of war with that of my captor, and I was operating far beyond the legal rules of engagement here. In short, I was operating as an agent behind enemy lines, so the clauses of the ‘Geneva Convention’ would definitely not be applicable in my case.

Blindfolded and therefore unable to observe anything I had no idea just as to any details of that journey to wherever I was being taken, but when we arrived, with me extremely frightened by now, I was thoroughly searched for any concealed weaponry, of which none was found. Having had my outer clothing removed, I was shoved into a cell, wearing just lingerie, a matching bra and panty set, together with stockings and suspenders. And left just like that. Thank goodness it was mid-Summer, and thus the ambient temperature was mild. Simply locked in that room, to no doubt contemplate my immediate future, a vision that filled me with dread. I simply hoped my death, which would beyond any doubt occur, would be quick and relatively painless.

Having been able to drift to a troubled sleep, I was awoken rudely after a period of time of which I had no idea of how long it had lasted. Into the room strode a confident, beautiful woman, her natural appeal being simply extenuated by the uniform, bearing some sort of official ‘police’ insignia. In short, she looked utterly sexy, and if I wasn’t so frightened I might have fancied her. One needs to bear in mind here that in more normal times I much preferred to share my bed with another female, rather than with a man.

Her soft voice also did seem to calm me down somewhat, as much as the contents of what she now uttered. “Good morning. I am Major Anya Anisimova, and it’s my job to extract as much information as I can from that head of yours. A task I am very much looking forward to, as in your case I believe that pleasure, not pain is how I’m going to get what I want from you!” As she made this statement she smiled gently, as if she actually meant those words.

Of course, I had no idea of the reputation of Major Anisimova’s extreme cruelty, and that no enemy agent had emerged from a meeting with her alive. But then, without exception, all of her previous ‘victims’ had been male. As I was most definitely not. There appeared to be an element of lust within her eyes, which sparkled with real life. “We shall meet again, my dear, and soon.” With that she left, and the door slammed shut again, being locked leaving me securely confined within. And more confused now rather than petrified. What did this Anya Anisimova have in mind for me?

It didn’t take too long to find out. For early the next day, my cell door opened and in stepped Major Anisimova, accompanied by a powerfully built woman, obviously one of her minions, and one clearly possessing a large degree of physical strength. With some implements within her hands that clearly included a set of handcuffs, the intended use of which was no surprise to me, as Anya ordered me to place my arms behind my back. I soon became cuffed and helpless.

The other items she held now revealed themselves, a ball-gag to effectively remove my power of speech, in addition to the loss of my sight as this rather butch woman covered my eyes with a blindfold. “Bring her.” I felt my bound arms being crudely grabbed, and my body propelled forwards, completely unable to see where or prevent the progress at all.

And I must admit that this ‘journey’ seemed to take far longer than I expected, for while I assumed that I was being conducted towards some sort of interrogation room, I was in fact being guided to Anya’s own private flat within the complex, the living quarters assigned to her, although she rarely used them, her own house being within the nearby vicinity.

I was placed, simply standing, in the centre of the room, where I sensed, I was still blindfolded remember, Anya Anisimova circling me. Actually, being able to hear her licking her own lips as she commenced, “um, beautiful, quite beautiful. I think that you’ll do perfectly my dear, once we have completed the formalities of extracting the information that is currently stored within that mind of yours. And as I said before, I intend to use pleasure, not pain to obtain that.” Clearly now turning to her companion, she issued a command. “Uncuff her, take off her bra and panties, leave the stockings and suspenders on, they will add to the sense of occasion, and position her onto the bed!”

I felt the butch woman pull my panties down, fortunately I had fed my suspenders under them, meaning that the latter didn’t need to be dis-connected from the stockings at all, and lifted my feet one by one to allow her to complete the task. I now felt the handcuffs being removed, after which my companion rather bruskly removed my bra.

Followed by her, rather surprisingly very gently, guiding my body to be lying down on the bed, my first inkling that this would be no normal interrogation, after all, how many of the usual locations within which these occurred, featured a comfortable bed? For that was a very accurate description of the furniture upon which I now found myself.

Anya’s voice rang out again. “Spread yourself out, please.” And when I’d done so? I felt the other woman take hold of my left wrist, beginning to wrap a silk bondage tie around it, the other end she now effectively tied around the nearby solid bedpost located in the nearby corner. I was being tied to the bed!

[LunaDog]

A process that continued as both of my nylon covered ankles were secured to the outer posts of the equally solid lower bed frame, before my unseen, by me of course, captor returned to the upper end, completing my imprisonment to this furniture by fastening my right arm.

And it didn’t take long for me to become fully aware that this bondage I was subjected to, whilst safe, not being too tight or uncomfortable, was utterly secure and inescapable. I was fastened to Anya Anisimova’s bed in such a manner that I would not be able to leave it of my own violation. And as it belonged to her, so now did I. Totally. There’d be no escape from whatever it was that she had planned for me, although I would now be able to view just what those plans were, as the blindfold was now removed.

Something she was fully aware of, as the smile on her face informed me. “You look so beautiful, my dear, just lying there, awaiting what I’m going to do now. Like I said earlier, I believe I can obtain just what by using pleasure instead of pain. Although I’m going to commence proceedings with a small amount of just that. Be rude not to, given the delicious look of the nipples on your gorgeous tits.”

Yes, that meant nipple clamps. Which were painful as Anya applied them herself, her minion now taking a step backwards. She, herself was planning to execute all of her schemes alone, it now appeared. And strangely, although there was still a tremendous level of fear inside of me, this was rapidly becoming accompanied by another emotion, arousal! Which those nipple clamps did nothing to diminish!

Anya now stripped off all her clothing, right down to her own lingerie, revealing the fact that she was a very sexy woman indeed, increasing my desire for her almost exponentially. I really fancied her now, but of course, I wasn’t here to indulge in sexual activities with her.

Or so I thought. The butch woman stepped forward again, passing Anya, now sitting herself down upon the bed, near to my region, a vibrating wand, before stepping backwards once more. “Shall we have a little play with this? Switching it on, leaving it hanging there, buzzing within her hands for a few seconds.

Bracing myself as much as I could, I’d guessed exactly what she had in mind for it, I discovered that my preparations were completely useless, as the device had an immediate effect upon its target, my pussy and in particular, my clitty!

The gentle buzzing began to have an almost instantaneous impact, as the vibrator ‘played’ with my clitoris, exciting me very effectively. And Anya seemed to wield it with a consummate level of real skill, moving it around and allowing it to work its real magic.

Suddenly my first climax arrived, almost out of nowhere it appeared. My body froze, as waves of sexual pleasure flowed throughout it, over whelming in their intensity to a degree than I’d ever sampled beforehand. I fought uselessly against the bonds that held me on the bed, as my body sought to escape the extreme emotions it was being asked to cope with.

But Major Anisimova’s companion had tied me up well, and so no release was possible. Perhaps if this really was being done to me for my pleasure, Anya would have stopped temporarily, to allow me some time to recover somewhat, before continuing, but this was an interrogation, if a somewhat unusual one, so she no plan to allow that. No, the vibrator kept up its ‘buzzing’ as Anya held it against my clitoris.

So, the waves of sexual stimulation continued to rack my bound body, passing beyond the point of being so pleasurable into a torture in a sense, just as Anya had intended of course. All the time her soft voice kept up the pressure, “tell me my dear, just what I need to know from you.” As she outlined just what she hoped to gleam from me.

I knew from my training that everybody has a ‘breaking point,’ there comes a time when one can resist no more, and one will usually admit to anything to stop the process that they are being subjected to, normally involving extreme pain, to cease. But what of extreme pleasure instead? Said training had offered no guide for withstanding that!

Now, a highly experienced and competent espionage officer like Major Anya Anisimova would be fully aware that there was, by necessity, a limited amount of information she could extract from me. I’m sure you can all imagine, that the less I know the less I can tell the likes of her in the sort of situation I currently found myself. For instance, my knowledge, quite deliberately as I’m sure you can all appreciate, only extended to the person to whom I reported to and not beyond, as Anya Anisimova fully recognised. But if she could determine the identity of that person, she could use them to obtain further information as to those whom they reported to and thus gain more understanding of the ‘chain of command’ as it were, and eventually, ‘piece by piece’ break the whole chain. So, the vibrator continued to ‘buzz’ and I knew it would not stop until I had spilled out just what she wanted to know.

Now, by God, I tried to hold out, I mean I REALLY tried, but it was a battle I was certain to lose in the end. I’ve just described my adversary here as competent, implying that she knew exactly what she was doing. She had guessed, correctly as it turned out in the long run, that this, rather unusual strategy that she’d employed in this case, would deliver the results that she desired, but it had still been a gamble. Why had she chosen this method instead of the normal, extremely painful, way of pulling the required information out of me?

A question that started to dominate my thoughts as that infernal vibrator continued its ‘buzzing’ and its actions upon my clitoris, because of my efforts to resist Anya’s desire for information. But as the waves of pleasure carried on coursing throughout my body, now twisting violently in a futile attempt to escape its secure bonds, I knew that my resistance was rapidly coming to an end. And so did Anya, all of the time her eyes, almost glistening with a measure of lust and desire, simply boring into my own, as she sensed that I was broken, ready to give her just what she craved.

She kept the vibrator active, holding it still against my pussy as she uttered. “Had enough yet my dear, I rather feel that you have, simply nod your head if you’re ready.” Keeping the torture going as she waited for me to do just that. Which I did, frantically, almost driven by my need to escape the ‘buzzing’ of that tool in Major Anisimova’s hand.

However, not what she wanted just yet. For I had decided to ‘try it on,’ give her some false information, not the truth that she was seeking. But of course, I had underestimated her capabilities and experience. After I had nodded, Anya did oblige by switching off the vibrator, as I blurted out the lies which I hoped would fool her. Let’s just suppose I had succeeded here; how long would it have been before Major Anisimova discovered that what I had just told her was a complete falsehood and what would her response be? Would I then be subjected to conventional torture, with Anya now probably angry at my waste of her time? Why on earth should I risk so much here? Duty, I suppose.

But her intelligence meant that she saw through me straight away. Her response to my attempts to trick her was to smile, a kind of patronising smile that told me immediately that she had not been fooled for one second. While switching on the vibrator once more, holding it just above my pussy, not making contact just yet. And not replacing the gag within my mouth either. “Oh come on, my dear, surely you can do better than that? Let’s give it another go then, but I should warn you, my patience is beginning to wear thin!” As she simply glared into my eyes!

This time when my clitoris became subject to the output of that vibrator there was nothing to absorb the oral output that such an action generated, as the room became filled with my shrieks. And Anya continued to hold it just there, resuming its effect after that very short interlude, with its bearer, my captor, making it absolutely clear beyond any doubt whatsoever that it would stay precisely where it was until I gave her just what she was looking for.

It didn’t take too long. In between whilst trying to catch my breath, remember Anya had kept that vibrator active during this time, constantly ‘attacking’ my clitoris, I blurted out just what she had been hoping to hear. And just as this vastly experienced operator could determine straight away when the information I was passing to her was false, so she was certain that it was now genuine. The defeated look upon my face was one of the clues, I guess. She also knew when I had told her everything, when she had ‘cleaned me out.’

Which, of course, left me in a very vulnerable position. Here I was, completely captured, totally within her hands and power, utterly at her mercy. And now, of no further use to her at all. She could simply dispose of me, and nobody would be none the wiser. She knew it, as did I.

At least she now acknowledged my ‘surrender’ by switching off that damned vibrator and removing it from my pussy which thankfully began to calm down immediately. But, what now? What fate did the cruel Major Anya Anisimova intend for me now?

“Thank you my dear, I knew that I could trust you to do the right thing eventually. I’ll have to leave you now, whilst I attend to act upon what you have just told me. But, have no fear, I have no plans to simply abandon you, I’ve enjoyed my time with you far too much for that. We will see each other again, but for now it’s time to say goodbye.” She now reached for a syringe, full of a powerful ‘knock out’ drug, and having successfully located one of my veins, injected the contents into my bloodstream. It took no time at all for those contents to take full effect, and as Anya was replacing her clothing I passed into the realms of deep unconsciousness.

[Ringo16885]

Great story really good read

[LunaDog]

Great story really good read

Thank you so much for those kind words. Although this is far from finished.

[LunaDog]

I had no idea of how much time had passed when I came to my senses again, it had in fact been considerable, almost thirty-six hours, but I awoke again lying on a bed, just not the same one. If that one had been quite comfortable, then this one was nothing less than simply luxurious. As was the pure satin sheet with which it was covered and upon which I found myself. A bed that, just like before, I was in the state of bondage to, although in a different form now. Previously I had been simply tied to the posts, securely but safely, whereas now leather cuffs had been wrapped around both my wrists and my ankles, cuffs with the buckles padlocked shut. Other padlocks held small steel chains to the ‘D’ rings of these cuffs, extending via corner guides underneath the bed itself. Whilst at the present, these chains were quite ‘loose’ allowing me some degree of movement, if not escape, this bed was designed to allow these chains to become ‘tightened’ to restrict my movement as I would soon discover!

There were a few other differences, mostly medical in nature. In my left arm had been positioned a canular, inserted into my bloodstream and connected to a large bottle of some sort of liquid. And at the ‘other end’ as it were, a catheter had been placed into my pussy, leading to a large collection container. I have to admit I was rather surprised by this, suggesting as it did that my welfare was a real concern to somebody, much to my immense shock. Remembering as I did, that I had told Major Anisimova everything that she had desired to know and therefore was completely disposable to her now. Wasn’t I?

There were other hints that things weren’t quite as they seemed here. For whilst I’d been unconscious quite a few developments had taken place which rather verged upon the fact that somebody had expended a fair degree of time and effort in my direction. Firstly, the fact that I had been transported to a new bed, although I didn’t yet know it in a completely alternative location to the one that I’d passed out upon. But now I smelled clean and fresh, all the sweat and other bodily fluids that had accumulated during my previous experiences washed away, and some sort of perfume applied, very pleasant it was too, if not necessarily to my complete taste. Beforehand I’d been wearing stockings and suspenders, as I still was now, but they had been changed and the ones I was now adorned in were far more luxurious and sheer than my original set. Just what was going on here?

Suddenly such thoughts became somewhat diverted as the door to the room opened and inwards strode Anya Anisimova, looking absolutely stunning dressed as she was wearing a beautiful and stylish leather suit, including a skirt just long enough to conceal whether the sheer nylon that covered her legs was in the form of stockings or tights.

She smiled at me “Well, well, you’re looking remarking good for somebody who is officially dead my dear,” pausing for a moment to allow those words to sink in, no doubt triggered by the shocked expression upon my face. “Oh yes, as far as the relevant authorities are concerned, you are now dead, your body having been reduced by the flames of the crematorium to just ashes. And yet here you are, very much alive, lying upon a bed within my private home, with only Ludmilla,” so THAT was the name of her rather butch accomplice, “myself and now you being aware of that. And THAT is how it’s going to remain, legally you do not breathe anymore so now nobody must become aware of your continued existence. To that end, my dear, therefore you will never leave this home, or until I can trust you to the required degree, not even this room and this bed.”

Anya now stepped forwards, approaching the bed itself, suddenly she bent down and started turning some sort of ‘crank’ device. Immediately the chains connected to the cuffs surrounding my wrists and ankles began to ‘pull,’ tightening the bondage I was held within, until I was fully spread out. “You see, you were transported here whilst you were asleep, and Ludmilla and I took every precaution to ensure this movement was unobserved by anyone else. As you see,” gently touching the canular inserted within my arm, “I have taken measures to ensure your continued health, yes, my dear, this fluid contains a vibrant mixture of necessary nutrients to enable your body to continue to function safely. But why have I taken all of this trouble, is no doubt the question that you are now asking yourself, um?”

Well, yes, you could say that, Major Anisimova. I mean, let’s face it, she hadn’t done all of this for my benefit, that much was crystal clear. She must have some motive in mind, one which completely suited HER needs and not mine, slightly shivering to myself is I contemplated any possible explanation for her actions. In all fairness, Anya didn’t keep me in suspense for too long. “The answer, my dear, is rather short and sweet. SEX! I’ve kept you alive, so you can now feed my extremely kinky sexual appetite!”

Anya now turned that crank device in the opposite direction releasing the tension within my bondage and allowing me some degree of movement, if no possible escape, once more. “But not just yet, my dear, places to be, people to see, you know how it is. And, no doubt, you’re still feeling a little ‘woozy’ with the effects of what you were drugged with not having left your body entirely just yet. But I shall return shortly, and then we can begin our carnal copulations together. Won’t that be fun? Oh, believe me, my dear, I’ve such plans for you!” With that she blew me a kiss, turned turtle and left the room. Locking the door behind her.

[LunaDog]

WHAT? For the next few minutes I tugged, uselessly, against the bonds that held me to the bed, before it occurred to me that I was totally detained in a secure manner, there’d be no escape from Anya’s bed. And if I had succeeded then I was still locked within the room. The truth fully dawned upon me that I was nothing more than the sex toy of Anya Anisimova now, her complete plaything, her pet, totally dependent upon her for my continued existence which would be conducted entirely to her tune.

But what was the alternative? I’d been captured as an enemy agent in the territory of the nation that my country was presently engaged against within a state of war. Operating outside the recognised rules of engagement. Instead of vibing the information that she required from me, Major Anisimova could have utilised the normal methods of torture to get what she wanted. And what then? If I was still alive, I would, no doubt, have been physically broken, and even if not to an irrecoverable degree, I’d be looking at a future as a prisoner, a wretched existence ahead of me.

Sure, one could claim with some degree of accuracy, that was the fate that awaited me now, but to a certain extent a pleasurable and somewhat luxurious captivity awaited me now. I’d be taken care of, I’d have some use to my captor now and it would prove to her advantage to ensure that I was in a decent condition, in a purely physical sense now.

I have already stated the orientation of my preferred sexuality, and if I do have a ‘dream’ partner in mind, then Anya Anisimova came very close to being just that. It was utterly true that I regarded her as totally stunning and sexy, and let’s be honest, I fancied her like mad. The prospect of being shagged by this woman was something that, in different circumstances, would have been completely desirable, something that I’d have actually wished for. Well, it was clearly going to happen now, whether I wished for it or not, so I might as well just enjoy it! You know, I do believe that I succeeded in convincing myself of that!

So, I was probably within a state of sexual anticipation when the door to the room opened once more, a few hours later, and the utterly gorgeous Anya Anisimova stepped inwards, locking said door from the inside this time, indicating that we were not going to be disturbed! God, I wanted her now, although it was more of a case of that I was now going to be had by her. She was still dressed in that utterly delicious leather suit, but I had this feeling it wouldn’t stay on for too long. A guess that proved to be completely correct, and boy, did she make a show of removing it or what, doing so in a totally provocative style!

“Are you ready for me?” She simply stood in front of me, now down to her lingerie, as her satin blouse became removed, before being tossed aside after she her twirled it around in the air for some time. She now bent down, turning the crank controlling the extent of my movement, pulling my body into a fully spread-eagled form.

Anya Anisimova had been previously fully trained to be a medical nurse, lessons that she displayed she had paid complete attention to, as she removed the catheter from within my pussy. “We can’t have that getting in the way of our fun, now, can we?” She also disconnected the bottle of fluids from the canular, but left that in place, just plugging it.

“I have plenty of toys for us to enjoy, and as it might be best to allow a few minutes for your pussy to recover from having that catheter inserted it might be best if we start or games with THIS!” In her hand she held a mouth mounted dildo, clearly destined for my orifice, giving me an indication of just how kinky my adversary was, not that I doubted it or wished it any other way now.

Anya now buckled her device into position around my head, and soon my mouth sprouted an eight-inch, pure silicon penis emerging from it, a stabilising end placed within said mouth to steady it. Having wriggled her way deftly from her satin panties, as at the same time she flicked aside the matching bra, Anya climbed on the bed, holding the upper bedframe, she raised herself onto her haunches and lowered her body onto this ‘tool,’ gently allowing her own pussy to fully absorb it.

So, there was this beautiful woman impaled upon an artificial cock sticking out of my mouth, holding on to the solid bedframe, and if she wasn’t turned on fully, which I guess she was, believe it or not this was a state that I was presently within. Anya gradually started to lift herself up, only to lower herself again, the ‘cock’ inside of her pussy, a circle that she began to repeat continuously, accelerating the pace until she was operating at ‘full throttle,’ together with the increasing level of sound effects to accompany her actions!

After a minute or two, I sensed, and the increasing volume of her cries were a major clue I guess, Anya approaching her climax, and suddenly her body froze, as those cries became almost primaeval, juices flowed from without her pussy, fully coating my face! She held herself in this position for a few moments, before she emitted a satisfied sigh, and raised herself upwards, removing the cock from her pussy. “Thank you, my dear, God I NEEDED that!” She exclaimed, before climbing off the bed, removing the dildo from my mouth and extending the courtesy of washing my face of her ‘product!’

She now bent her head over and for the very first time her lips met mine. All I can say is that I had never experienced a kiss before in my entire previous life that was so full of passion and raw desire, implying a very torrid time in her hands before me. So, I hoped, believe me I WANTED to hers now, utterly helpless and totally subject to her dark desires! Desperately praying that I’d be shown NO mercy whatsoever!

Anya now went to a chest of drawers, withdrawing TWO sets of nipple clamps from within one of them. One of which went on to her own, gorgeous, tits, before she placed the second set upon my own. Although initially this action was extremely painful, especially when she tugged on the chain that connected them, just as she had no doubt wished for and intended, it ramped up the excitement within me even higher! “You’d better get used to wearing these, I may not be able to reach and steady myself upon the bedframe!” God, was I turned on or what?

Back to her drawer of ‘goodies’ and then I clamped eyes upon for the first time ever, the huge strap-on that has become such a regular part of my life since then. It was about ten inches long, featuring a large girth, and just like the mouth mounted dildo was manufactured of the highest quality pure silicon. I noticed that it an attachment, purely placed there with the purpose of stimulating its female bearer’s clitoris, not that I begrudged Anya that pleasure. She was very careful to position that during the process when she strapped this monstrosity around her own mid-riff, and having successfully fulfilled that task she climbed onto the bed. Holding another item from her drawer, a satin blindfold. Which she soon positioned onto my head, fitting into the correct position, reducing my world into total darkness!

Increasing the intrigue of the situation, as having placed a dollop of lubrication upon her strap-on Anya began to insert it into my soaking wet pussy. As she did so, her lips resumed their assault upon my own, somewhat diverting my full attentions as she gently pushed her silicon monstrosity inside of my body, until, and being in no rush to complete the process, it was fully immersed. God, it felt so good there, it really seemed as if it belonged there, it was effectively ‘home.’

For the second time that day Anya started a ‘motion of sex,’ again commencing slowly and increasing the speed of her cycles, she started to thrust in and out. But this time it was my wet pussy that was subjected to these kinetics, and believe me, it wasn’t long before they began to induce a delightful reaction. My pussy felt fully alive as Anya slud her ‘cock’ up and down within in as a wonderful pressure started to build up down there. Pressure that could lead to only one possible outcome!

My climax duly arrived and, good lord, just what a climax, easily the most intense, the most satisfying and simply earth-shattering one I had EVER ‘sexperienced’ within my life up until that point! Ecstasy had never before claimed hold of me like it did then, my whole body seemed to be on fire as waves of sexual pleasure swept throughout my body, held tightly by its bonds. Oh, how much I wanted to be the property of this outstanding woman at this time.

As my cries of ultimate ecstasy echoed within the room they were soon joined, as that little attachment on Anya’s cock fulfilled its intended purpose, tickling her clitoris to induce her to a complete climax also. Safe to say, we both enjoyed that one!

“Well, that was fun!” Exclaimed my captor once we had both come down enough to be capable of coherent thought. “But if you think I’m happy with just that, you’ve another think coming! I’m go to keep you here ‘at it’ until we’ve shagged ourselves into utter oblivion! Starting right now in fact, unlike males we don’t have to that annoying period of time when we have to wait for his cock to become hard again, you’ll notice that mine is still ‘ready for action.’ So, let’s go!” All this being music to my ears, of course, as Anya resumed her actions. And she was as good as her word, she kept me going that day, until her considerable strength began to fail.

[mega23101982]

Brilliant story

[LunaDog]

Brilliant story

Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.

[LunaDog]

I have now been Anya Anisimova’s carnal captive for over a year, with her making full use of her ‘asset’ on a very regular basis. But believe me I’m not complaining, I have grown to love, to become fully addicted to just what she uses me for. To such an extent, that although I have never left the house, I officially don’t exist remember, I am allowed to leave the bed and that room that contains it, in fact when not actually enjoying sex with her I am given full run of the dwelling. I have since resumed full responsibility for all of the domestic chores, which I perform with pleasure, no doubt enhanced by the delicious ‘French maid’ outfit that she has purchased for me to adorn whilst conducting them. I have therefore, come to fully appreciate my status in life now as,

ANYA ANISIMOVA’S SERVILE SEX SLUT!

[Caesar73]

ANYA ANISIMOVA’S SERVILE SEX SLUT!

Truly an excellent Tale! The Lady´s new Life will be surely entertaining!

[LunaDog]

She sure will be! Thank you very much for your kind regards, my friend, much appreciated.