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Lady Ann


All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Subject: ARCHIVE: Lady Ann

NOTE CROSSPOSTING!!!!



Glancing at my watch as I approached the table, I was pleased to
see that I had made it under the deadline. But my pleasure
vanished when I saw Lady Anne's face: a study in disgust and
disapproval. "You are making a spectacle of yourself with your
adolescent hormones," she spat out. "Look at the mess you have
made of your pants!" And sure enough, another supply of pre-cum
had produced a wonderful dark spot at the apex of my "tent."

I hung my head in shame. "Forgive me, my Lady," I cowered.

"Forgiveness must be earned," she hissed. "I am leaving. When
you can comport yourself appropriately, you may come to my room
and try to earn that which you may never deserve. 1717." And
she left, Mary in close pursuit.

I collapsed, mortified, in the chair. Soon, I knew, I would have
to go and face the music. But first I would have to change my
pants.

Gathering my courage, I left the restaurant as quickly as I
could, conscious of all the eyes upon me. Hurrying up to my
room, I formed a plan as to how I could get back to Lady Anne's
room without another "spot." Once inside my room, I tore off my
clothes, got out a different outfit (I knew it wouldn't be good
to arrive in unmatched clothes), and slipped a condom over my
cock. Unlubricated, of course - that ought to deal with the
stains. Then, after a quick glance in the mirror, I headed up to
room 1717. All in all, it had taken less than ten minutes.

When I arrived outside her door, I knocked gently. "My Lady
Anne, your miserable servant is here, and begs your permission to
pay his penance." God, I hope nobody hears me now! "Wait" was
the only reply. Which I did.

The cynical part of my brain figured she was hoping for another
spot to form. While I was still quite hard, I figured I had that
one licked, so to speak. After a seemingly interminable wait, I
heard her voice again. "You may come in now," she said, "but
leave your clothes outside. Except the cock cage."

My face must have turned beet red - it certainly felt hot enough!
But this was too far gone by now to quit. Furtively glancing up
and down the hall, I got out of my clothes as quickly as I could,
dumping them into a small, if untidy, pile. Just asI was about
to go n, I glanced down at the rbber. Better lose it too,I
thought,aad quickly disposed of it. Then I entered the room.

The room turned out to be a suite, occupied by Lady Anne, Miss
Mary, and a severe woman sitting deep in an overstuffed chair.
Lady Anne was replete with leather: long gloves, high boots,
choker, and (the only time I have ever seen this) a leather
pushier. This last was a piece of art. It ended just above her
crotch, where her thick fuzz began, seeming at first glance to be
attached lace. Above, her breasts were raised up, her nipples
just peeking over the top edge. In her hand she held a riding
crop; her eyes were fiery. My cock twitched at the sight.

Miss Mary was in stark contrast to Lady Anne. Dressed in a soft,
billowy peasant's dress, her shoulder length hair held in place
with a cloth head band, her head bowed ever so slightly in a
fashion which transmitted submission. And the enigma in the
corner: her black, straight, hair pulled back into a bun. Dark
grey suit, or so it seemed in the dim corner. Straight out of
some kinky Alice in Wonderland.

"Don't stand there gaping, you insolent twerp! Don't you have
something to say?"

Jarred back to the moment, I immediately dropped to the floor.
"Please forgive me for the weakness of my body before, Lady Anne.
It was thoughtless of me to subject you to such a public dis-
grace. I am resolved to earn your forgiveness; give me my pen-
ance, and I will execute it faithfully!" I kept my head bowed,
and waited for her response.

"You have not yet earned the right to perform your penance.
First, you must tend to my faithful servant; then, if you satisfy
her, I will consider your request. Miss Mary, he is yours." And
with that Lady Anne took a seat on a simple wooden chair to
watch.

Mary came over to me and said, quietly, "I want to explore.
Please don't come." To which Lady Anne replied, "Show more
spunk, girl!" But clearly it was out of Mary's nature. She
pointed to a mat which was laid out next to the bed and said, a
bit more loudly, "Down on all fours, and don't move!" I dashed
over, got on all fours, facing the two seated women, my cock
dripping with pre-cum. After a brief glance into their eyes, I
thought better of it and lowered my head.

For the next half hour, Mary did as thorough a cataloging of my
body as I imagine is possible. She caressed, licked, and nibbled
every part of me, beginning with my hair, and moving slowly down
my torso to my sensitive feet. Her tongue pressed on to and into
everything: tasting my ears, pressing against my closed eyes,
running across my lips, down my spine, probing briefly at my
asshole, circling my balls, running down the backs of my legs,
exploring between my toes. Her hands stroked every surface: the
lines between my chin and neck, the ridges on the back of my ear,
the soft hair on my chest, the quivering of my arms as they
remained steady, holding me up, the ridges of my spine, the
little depression just at its base, the goosebumps on my thighs,
the narrowness of my calves, the boniness of my ankles and feet.
Then she turned to Lady Anne. "I'd like the toys now, My Lady!"
Lady Anne went over behind the bar and retrieved something; I
dared not lift my head to look. Another rustle of fabric as Mary
returned. "I've always wanted to try this," she said, mostly to
herself.

I watched with some trepidation as she took a nipple clamp and
placed it on my left nipple. I could not keep from flinching as
it grabbed hold; all the while, Mary was watching my face intent-
ly. I reacted a bit less to the second clamp, but my eyes must
have widened a great deal when I saw her move back and prepare to
clamp my balls, already aching from their continued confinement
in the cock cage. I hissed inward to control the pain as each
clamp was applied, but otherwise maintained my composure. Then
Mary took for weights, and hung one from each clamp. I was in
agony now, and my body started to shake. "Control yourself!"
Lady Anne barked, and with an effort of will I quieted my body.
Then Mary continued with her explorations.

After gently batting the weights back and forth on my nipples,
she moved next to my ass. Reaching around, she gathered up some
of my pre-cum from my cock - I was like a leaky faucet, now - and
slathered up my asshole. Then, slowly, deliberately, she started
working something into my ass; a dildo, by the feel of it.
Further and further in it went, twisting, probing, and then
withdrawing. Soon she started fucking me with it, and I prayed
that she wouldn't touch my cock, otherwise I would surely cum.
Finally, just before I felt certain I would shoot my load, she
stopped, withdrawing it, and caressed my asshole with her finger-
tips.

Then she moved to my cock. It was hard, wet, and throbbing.
Anyone could tell I was on the verge of coming. Would she spare
me Lady Anne's wrath, or not? With a firm grip, she reached down
and grabbed a hold of me. "Stand up," she declared, "I wish to
taste your juices. But don't cum!" With that, she pulled me
upright, as I stumbled a bit from being on my hands and knees for
so long. The weights bounced around viciously as I got up, and
the pain helped hold back my orgasm. Then, as I stood motionless
before them, she got down on her knees and licked my cock clean.
She smiled as she did so, never taking me into her mouth. I had
been spared.

When Mary was done, she turned to Lady Anne and said, "Thank you,
My Lady. He is an interesting creature," and stepped back.

"Are you sure you're satisfied, Miss Mary? Has he serviced your
needs sufficiently?"

Mary's head bowed, her face reddened. "May I have him..."

"Of course!"

"And would you hold me, My Lady?"

"Certainly, my dear."

With that began the scene I never expected to witness. Lady Anne
got on the bed, sitting with her back to the wall, cushioned by
the massive pillows, legs spread wide. Then Miss Mary climbed on
the bed, laying down with her head in Lady Anne's crotch, her
legs and arms outstretched. Lady Anne reached down and held Mary
securely by her shoulders and arm pits. Then she said, "Jacques,
come here and lift Miss Mary's dress. Then you may kneel before
her and bring her to orgasm with your mouth and tongue."

Gently I raised Mary's dress above her waist, revealing her
slender legs, her lush bush, and her inflamed, moist pussy lips.
Not wasting a moment, I settled in to providing Mary with the
most exquisite pussy licking I knew how to give. I was a little
sorry not to be able to use my fingers as well, but I knew I
could put my nose to good use without raising any objections. I
started by lightly tracing the outside of her labia with my
tongue, then licking more broadly and firmly across her clit. As
I snuggled down into her fragrant snatch to suck at her opening,
I used my nose to press and manipulate her clit. Then the long,
slow licks which started inside her, gradually withdrew, coursed
up to her bush, and stopped. She was not long in responding;
soon she had her knees bent so she could thrust her pelvis
against me. I kept the pace slow, but began sucking and toying
with her clit more. Soon she was moaning, and writhing exqui-
sitely.

I looked up briefly as I completed one of my long licks, and saw
a delicious sight. There was Mary's head, pressed firmly against
Lady Anne's twat, twisting and grinding away. Lady Anne was
clearly enjoying it: her eyes were closed and a soft, ecstatic
smile was on her lips. Not daring to tarry too long on the view,
I returned to my efforts. Soon a second set of sighs began; Lady
Anne was getting off. Mary was struggling against her grip, and
I was doing everything I can to prolong the experience. I knew
it would be worth my while to have Lady Anne cum as well. So as
Mary seemed close to coming - her pussy walls would start to
throb - I would withdraw my mouth, kiss her thighs, anything to
help her back off. Then, when I felt it was safe, I would renew
my ministrations.

The final moments seemed to be upon me when I heard a third moan
join the chorus; this time from the austere woman behind me. I
desperately wanted to see what she was doing, how she was manag-
ing to pleasure herself, but I knew that would be fatal. So I
pressed onward, nibbling, sucking, and licking, now determined to
bring Mary as quickly as I could.

It didn't take much. Suddenly her hips raised off the bed, and
my head was locked between her thighs. I could feel the whole
bed shake as Mary and Lady Anne let loose with their orgasms; I
hoped the mystery woman was too, although I could hear very
little. When I was about to despair of ever being able to
breathe again, Mary abruptly released me, and collapsed. Looking
up, I saw that Lady Anne had cum as well; she was listing to one
side, her hands now idly caressing Mary's breasts through the
dress. Still, I dared not turn around, but merely waited pa-
tiently for my next instruction.

Eventually, Lady Anne got up off the bed, leaving Mary to lie in
peace. "You have earned your right to penance," she said. "Get
back on the mat on all fours." I scrambled off the bed and
resumed my earlier position. A blindfold was placed over my
eyes, the weights clamped to my nipples and balls were swung for
good measure, and then Lady Anne spoke again.

"If you successfully endure this punishment, I will consider
taking you on as a student. I will also be reporting your per-
formance to Ellen. Any questions?" I shook my head no. "Very
good. I want you to endure the punishment for as long as you
can. You will signal that you are through by achieving orgasm.
Oh yes, please stay as silent as you can."

There was an awful pause. Then the dildo was suddenly at my
asshole, demanding entry. I relaxed my muscles as much as I
could, and allowed it in. After a few moments of fucking, it was
withdrawn, and replaced by a larger butt plug. I gasped as it
was inserted deep inside me, and fastened with some kind of
strap. I heard Lady Anne's voice, "Yes, place the receptacle
underneath him. Good. Now, let us begin."

With that, I felt two things simultaneously: someone grabbed
hold of my cock, and I was stropped across my ass. I recoiled
from the pain, but quickly regained my position. Another blow,
and the hand began pumping. There was an odd syncopation to the
two sensations; the strokes bringing me closer to orgasm, the
blows initially pushing me further away. I knew I would not be
able to endure this for long, and was glad that I had not been
ordered to refrain from coming. Soon, that low growl started to
emerge from my throat, and I knew that orgasm was imminent. The
blows and strokes continued until my first glob of cum streaked
out; then the blows stopped. My body was wracked with shudders
as spurt followed spurt. The weights were flying back and forth,
pulling mercilessly at my nipples. I heard a voice say, "Milk
him dry." The strokes cotinued, squeezing every last bit of
fluid out from me, until I was in pain from trying to produce
more. Finally whoever was milking me stopped, and I heard some-
thing removed from beneath me. I struggled to keep from collaps-
ing on the mat.

"Stand up," were Lady Anne's next words. I did so, the cock cage
started to slowly slide off my now withering cock. Hands reached
round to unsnap and remove it; otherwise, everything kept quite
still. Finally, the blindfold was removed, and everyone was back
as I had seen them; Lady Anne imperiously presiding over every-
one, Miss Mary standing demurely to one side, and the mystery
lady sunken into the chair. "Your penance is now complete.
Leave us now." And with that, she turned her back on me.

Staggered by the bluntness of my dismissal, I stumbled through
the door. A quick glance back drew a hiss of disapproval; momen-
tarily mindless of my naked state, I bolted into the hall. There
were two women, not more than a yard from me, heading toward the
elevator. As they shrieked, I grabbed my clothes and ran into
the men's room. After dressing as fast as I could, I poked my
head out of the door, and satisfied that the coast was clear, I
headed toward my room.

Once back, I took a long, hot bath and tried to understand what I
had done. Already, it seemed like a bizarre dream.

I only have one question for you now, Ellen: which woman were
you?



 
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