The Adventures of Kristof and Marci Part 2
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ADVENTURES OF KRISTOF AND MARCI PART 2 Training As I stood outside the study, my mind was racing, the day had been pretty exciting already and it was only mid afternoon; what else was to come I wondered with excitement. After a few minutes, Marci came down and entered the study and I followed. ‘I told you to wait outside; you come in when I tell you!’ She barked. I turned to leave. ‘You seem determined to get punished…’ Marci said as I left. She left me standing outside for several minutes then called ‘Come in here, Miss Stocking.’ I entered the study, my heels clicking on the hard wooden floor; I started to look around the room. ‘Stand here and face your front.’ Marci motioned to a point alongside the desk. She was seated in a high backed leather swivel chair, legs crossed, revealing just a hint of stocking top; she flexed the riding crop in her hands. ‘You need to be taught some proper manners, Miss Stocking. Firstly, when you enter or leave a room where I am present, you will curtsey, second, when I pass you in the hall or anywhere, you will curtsey. Third, when I give you an instruction to do something, you will curtsey.’ Marci emphasised each point by slapping the crop in the palm of her hand. She went on: ‘Finally, each of these will be accompanied by a proper verbal acknowledgement where required. Do I make myself quite clear?’ I bobbed a curtsey, flaring the little plaid skirt with my fingertips as I did so. ‘Yes, mistress, quite clear.’ ‘Good. You have been warned, but you have already earned 3 demerits from your lack of good behaviour. Contemplate that as you stand there and await your punishment.’ Marci switched on the computer on the desk and made a point of fussing with some papers. I stood where I had been instructed, my hands linked in front of me. As I waited, I took in the room. It was large; at this end was the desk, quite wide, enough for 2 people to work at. A sofa and chairs were arranged in a loose group off to one side, around a large glass topped coffee table. Directly opposite these was a large floor to ceiling mirror. At the far end were some shelves with books, magazines, CDs and ornaments on. There were pictures on the walls, quite graphic, erotic art, showing, people in various positions, one naked a girl on her knees, her arms chained behind her, she was the sucking the large cock of a man whose arms were bound above him as another woman in stockings and thigh boots lashed his Escort Çukurambar backside with a whip. Another showed a man in women’s lingerie, tied spread-eagle on a bed, a woman stood over him in corset, stockings and thigh-boots, she was tugging at her nipple with one hand, while spreading her labia with the other, as she peed on a the man. Marci finished with the papers and put them in a tray. ‘Now, Miss Stocking, have you had time to reflect on your misdemeanours?’ She asked. ‘Yes, mistress, I will ensure that I behave properly in future.’ I replied and bobbed another curtsey. ‘Good, then it is time to pay your demerits. Go over there and bend over, feet apart and place your hands on the coffee table.’ I did as instructed and Marci came over and said ‘Whatever you are instructed to do, if it involves you having to bend over for any reason, you won’t crouch or kneel, you are to bend from the waist, is that clear?’ ‘Yes, mistress.’ I replied. Marci continued: ‘Each demerit carries 2 strokes of the crop, so you now have 6 strokes to take.’ She brought the crop down firmly across my buttocks, making a satisfying thwack. When she had finished, Marci ran her hand over the pink patch the crop had left, then slid her hand between my legs, gently caressing my balls, then further, along the length of my stiffening cock. ‘It seems as if you enjoyed that.’ Marci said, giving my cock a squeeze. ‘Yes, Mistress. Thank you.’ I responded with a soft moan. ‘Right, stand up! It’s time for your chores. I want you to empty these shelves and clean them, then put the books and CDs back in order.’ I stood and curtsied. ‘Yes, mistress.’ Marci returned to her computer while I emptied the shelves, remembering to always bend from the waist. Marci watched for a while, enjoying the sight of my stocking tops and arse being displayed like that, then got down to looking through her collection of porn on the computer. After a while she stood and said ‘I need the loo, come with me.’ I stopped what I was doing and followed her to the toilet. At Marci’s instruction, I unzipped the dress and pulled the gusset of her knickers to one side then stood and watched as she straddled the loo, her back to the cistern. She put her hands between her thighs and, spreading her labia began to direct a flow of pee into the toilet bowl. As the flow subsided, Marci said ‘Now, come here, get on your knees and lick my cunt clean.’ I did as instructed, demetevler escort running my tongue along the slit, into the folds of her labia, then around her clit. ‘“Oh yes, that’s good don’t fuckin’ stop you little slut.’ I increased the pressure of my tongue, pushing it into Marci’s cunt then sucked her clit hard. ‘Uhhh! Fuck, yeah!’ she exclaimed and pulled my head tight into her as she came on my face. Her orgasm subsided and she said ‘Well done, Miss Stocking now stand up so that I can taste myself on you.’ I stood and Marci licked my cheeks then kissed me, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. Her hand sought out the nipple chain and she tugged sharply at it; I let out a moan as Marci’s hand went up my skirt, to encircle my cock. After a few moments, Marci instructed me to step back and raise my skirt. I did as I was told. Marci ran her fingertip over the little wet patch that had formed where the tip of my cock pressed against the material. ‘Mmm, very nice, you are clearly enjoying yourself.’ She said. ‘Yes mistress, thank you.’ I responded. ‘Good. Now it’s time to get back to your chores.’ I asked ‘May I go to the toilet, mistress?’ Marci thought a moment then said ‘No, you will have to wait until I tell you that you can go.’ I curtsied and said ‘Yes, mistress.’ Marci headed back to the study, but on the way told me to go to the kitchen and make something to drink. ‘A jug of squash, with ice and two glasses, I think.’ After a few minutes I returned to the study with the tray of drinks. Marci was sat in one of the chairs, thumbing through a magazine. ‘Put it here and pour us some drinks.’ She directed. I went to the coffee table and put the tray down, taking care to bend properly. As I poured the squash, Marci ran her hand up the back of my thigh and over my balls, gently caressing them through the fine satin. She moved the gusset slightly and allowed one ball to fall free. The squash poured, Marci told me to drink it down, then return to my chores. I did as instructed, placing the books and disks back on the shelves. All the time the need to pee was becoming more urgent and I began to jiggle around in discomfort. I finished tidying the shelves and Marci came to inspect the work. ‘Hmmm, not a bad job.’ I had my thighs pressed tightly together now and asked again if I could be excused to use the toilet. ‘How many times do I have to tell you, you can go when dikmen escort bayan I say so!’ At that moment, the phone began to ring. ‘Stand there and face the desk.’ Marci instructed, pointing to the middle of the room. She went and sat at the desk and picked up the phone. ‘Hello?’ she said as she put the receiver to her ear. Her face lit up when she heard the voice at the other end. Oh, hello, I didn’t expect to hear from you today.’ She said and turned the chair to watch me. I was now pressing my thighs together, pressing my hand into my crotch and transferring my weight from one foot to the other. Marci listened to the voice at the other end of the line, laughing softly then said ‘Mmm, that sounds like fun, we’ll come back to that in moment. In fact you have called at a perfect time, you’ll never guess what is going on here right now.’ She laughed then said ‘No, but I might in a minute!’ in response to an obviously lewd suggestion from the caller. ‘Let me tell you; I’ve got a sexy guy dressed in a tarty schoolgirl outfit…’ she described how I was dressed and went on to say that she was training her new slut, describing what had happened so far. ‘But right now, “she” needs to pee quite badly and I have told “her” that “she” has to wait. “She” looks pretty desperate right now, jiggling from one foot to the other.’ The other person must have made another suggestion then, as Marci let out a dirty laugh and said, ‘Mmm, now that is very fuckin’ horny. I think I might just have to stroke my cunt while I watch “her” predicament develop.’ With which she parted her thighs, and ran her finger over the front of her panties. Listening to the voice at the end of the line she began to moan softly, as she rubbed herself. ‘Oh yeah, I’d love that.’ I could hold on no longer and said in a pleading voice ‘Please mistress, I really need to pee, if you won’t let me go, then I’m afraid I’ll pee my panties!’ Marci relayed this to the caller then said ‘Mmm, I think I will.’ She instructed me to lift the front of my skirt and tuck it into the waistband then put my hands behind my back. I did as instructed, keeping my thighs pressed together as hard as I could. Marci ran the tip of the riding crop over the bulge in the front of my knickers. The pressure became too much to bear and suddenly I could hold out no longer; I let out a little cry as the pressure of the pee in my bladder overcame my attempts to stop it escaping. I could feel the front of my panties become wet, all the while Marci describing to her caller what was happening. I tried to hold back, not letting too much pee escape, but I was so desperate, that it just flowed, despite my best efforts. I could feel the front of my stockings becoming wet now, little rivulets of piss running down my thighs.
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