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All Good Men Are Perverts 19

This is chapter 19 of 30 chapters in the series All Good Men Are Perverts

Fuck! What did she do to me? Ever since Maggie made me suck her hubby’s cock I’ve been hooked. I can’t take my mind of her nor her slave husband. She has stirred in me so many new emotions I am still struggling to understand. She opened my mind to a world I didn’t imagine I’d be drawn into and now I am bound. I know what she does to Mike and I wish she would do the same to me. I’ve been sucking to her for the last couple of weeks, helping her in the house and taking care of her kids every single day almost for free hoping she would finally take me as her own.

One day she called me up and told me to go to some address. I was so excited. But….

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Mike opened the door to this new apartment. I expected him to be naked with the cock cage strapped to his dick but instead he was dressed in black pants and a shirt. He beckoned me to stay at the door of the dimly lit flat. I couldn’t see anything inside so I didn’t know what to expect. I was entering into the unknown but I wasn’t afraid.

“Put this on before you come inside,” Mike gave me a mask to wear.

“But remember, If you do then you become bound forever,” he warned, “or you can go home right now and never talk about this ever again.”

I was still not afraid. I wanted so much to become one of them that I was willing to do anything. If that was to be my initiation into their household then so be it. I took the mask and slid it on my head. Now I was bound.

“Hold my hand and I will guide you in,” Mike walked me inside the apartment as I could not see with the mask on. “Sit here,” he pushed me down on to a chair.

“So you want to be one of us?” finally I heard her voice.

“Yes,” I squeaked.

“Why?” Maggie simply asked and I didn’t know what to say. I had been asking myself that same question over and over for the past couple of weeks. How can I begin to explain this?

A few seconds passed in silence and she said, “You’re just a kid Cindy. I think you better leave.” Oh no, she was kicking me out.

“NO,” I cried out, “I am eighteen please don’t make me leave.”

“Why?” Maggie asked again only this time I had to tell her everything.

“Please. I want to stay with you,” I began to explain, “since our last encounter in your bedroom I haven’t been thinking of anything else. You have opened my mind to this world of yours and I think I like it.”

“You think?” Maggie asked.

“No. I know I want it. I have been researching everything about this BDSM life style and I know that this is what I want to do,” I finally said.

“Why us?” Maggie was a hell of an interrogator. She was extracting all the information from me with minimal effort.

“Oh Maggie. I know that I did wrong to you with the pictures of Mike and all that and I am really really sorry about this,” I was almost on the brink of crying,” but I know deep in my heart that you would never do anything to hurt me. I mean really hurt me so I was hoping you would guide me into the BDSM world. I know that I will always be looking for this wherever I go. But I feel safe with you,” and my tears trickled down my cheeks wetting the mask on my eyes.

“Ok,” Maggie finally said, “I believe you.” What a relief.

“Before we begin there are some rules you have to understand,” Maggie said and my heart skipped a beat. I didn’t know what to expect.

“You must understand that you will have to do everything I ask you to do. It is for your sake as well as for ours. And you’re right we would never do anything to hurt you. Of course you will feel a little pain but that is why you want to be here right?” She explained and I nodded my head.

“However if you feel it is not what you want or it is more than you can handle then you tell us and we will stop immediately. Of course you know about safe words?” Maggie asked and I nodded again.

“So the safe word you will use is CINDY. Yes your own name and we will stop immediately. Do you understand?” She finally asked and I should have nodded my head that time.

“I asked you a question,” she yelled, “and I expect an answer.”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Yes mistress,” she corrected me, “and what is the safe word?” as she waited for my reply again.

“Yes mistress,” I didn’t hesitate to confirm her title, “it is CINDY. I’ll use my name Cindy if I want you to stop,” and that is when I became one of Mistress Maggie’s subs.

“Ok Mike, string her up and remove her clothes,” she ordered her husband, “I want her ready in one minute.”

I still had the mask on my eyes so I couldn’t see anything around me. I could only hear Mike’s breathing over my head. He walked me again to another area of the room and tied my hands to a metallic bar with vinyl straps. The bar started to go up and I was suspended from the ceiling with my feet almost touching the ground. 

Suddenly I felt a sharp metallic object on my skin. It was a scissor and Mike proceeded to cut my clothes to shreds even my bra and panties. In just a few seconds I was completely naked. Cutting my clothes away was as if I was shedding my old life to embrace a new one. I felt alive once again.

“I am going to put a pair of clamps on your nipples,” he said, “they won’t hurt much but when we take them off I think you’re going to like the sensation,” he explained. He slowly put the first clamp on then the second and I loved the biting sensation. It was as if my buds were being pulled and chewed continuously. It was unbelievable.

After Mike finished putting the clamps on he began to grope my breasts and ass. He pulled on the nipple clamps and brought his hands to my pussy inserting his finger inside my entrance to stimulate my intimate parts and it worked.

STRICK.

What the hell? I heard the sound of a whip but I wasn’t the one being hit!

“Ouch,” Mike cried out.

“I didn’t say you can use my sub,” Mistress said, “I only told you I want her ready in one minute.” 

STRICK. she hit him again.

Oh fuck. If that was how she treated her hubby. How the hell would she treat me? I began to feel the drops from my pussy trickling down my leg.

“How do you like to be whipped now?” She asked me. 

It was unusual to tell your slave what you plan to do however as I was a new novice to the BDSM scene she was telling me what she was doing step by step. She was trying to test which things I enjoyed or tolerated. It was our first encounter and she was gradually testing my limits as we went along.

“Please mistress,” I replied, “I want you to whip me please,” and that is when I felt the first ever hit of a flogger in my life. It felt intoxicating. 

No one has ever hit me like that before. It wasn’t painful or anything. I didn’t think Mistress Maggie was trying to hit me hard. It was just the feel of it, the imagery, the humiliation, the sense of being under someone else control. She kept striking me on my breasts, on my stomach, on my back, and on my ass until my whole body was tingling from delight. My body was now dripping from sweet. I must have smelled like shit. I was on the verge of orgasm when the flogging stopped. 

“Oh fuck, I was almost there,” I cried out.

“You are not aloud to come unless I tell you to,” she was reminding me of the basic principle of sexual deprivation and humiliation. I knew the rules but I couldn’t help myself.

“Take her to the chair,” she ordered her male slave.

Mike started to slowly bring me down and untie my hands. He held me in his arms until I regained my breath back, “are you ok?” He was making sure I still wanted to continue.

“Yes,” I whispered, “I haven’t felt so alive in a long time. But I so need to come now. Please ask Mistress Maggie to make me come,” He must have smiled at my request however I was still wearing the mask so I couldn’t see his face. 

He then carried me to a large padded leather chair and tied my hands to the back seat and my legs on the sides of the chair. My legs were opened wide with my pussy exposed.

Suddenly I felt the eye mask pulled away and I could see all around me. I was in a flat with so many bondage equipments as well as all kinds of toys and accessories adorning the shelves on the walls. I wanted to look at all the things in the room but I remembered I was tied up to the chair.

My eyes slowly started to adjust to the light and I saw Mistress Maggie in all her glory. She was beautiful in her leather corset and so was her husband kneeling on his knees next to me. 

“So Cindy,” Maggie said, “do you still want to continue?” she asked. She knew how much I wanted to do this and she smiled at me before I even gave her my reply.

Suddenly she grabbed her husband by his hair and guided him between my spread out legs and on to the entrance of my vagina, “start licking there,” she ordered as she started to pull on my nipple clamps.

Of fuck I couldn’t stand this. Mike was down there eating me up and Maggie was playing with my breasts and nipples up here. I was about to explode. Suddenly Maggie took the clamps off. It felt like a jolt of electricity going through my nipples. Oh fuck this was to much to handle. I was about to combust.

“Please mistress I am coming, can I come?” I pleaded, “can I come? Pleeeease,” I was shivering from ecstasy.

She was right in front of me. Her face almost touching mine, “hold it,” she ordered, “hold it” she kept telling me and I kept yelling, “I can’t, I can’t….”

“Now you can come,” I finally heard her words as she put her mouth on mine sucking my breath away and I shouted right in her mouth, “Misstresssssss,” 

My body jerked around from the shock. I almost knocked Mike’s face away but Maggie’s mouth was still locked on to mine. It was as if our souls became intertwined and she was feeling every orgasm from my body. It was incredible.

I slumped back on the chair.  Maggie and Mike backed a few feet away. They looked at me and smiled.

“How was that?” Maggie asked.

“I have never experienced anything like this before,” I replied.

“Good,” Maggie wickedly grinned and said, “oh we haven’t even started yet.” 

Oh God I think I am in love with those two and I am never going to leave this place ever again.

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