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Time passed, and as it did, I remained under her spell, a willing prisoner of both the light of love and the dark persuasion of our shared depravity and lusts. Both of us fell into our roles as if we’d been born to them, her as my insatiable mistress and I as her willing pet, both in and out of the boudoir. I became accustomed to the leash she held, both literally and figuratively. In truth, the one time I removed the collar she had placed around my throat, I felt naked and uncertain. From that day forward, it was my constant companion, a reminder of whom I had finally surrendered to, body, heart, and soul. Everything was perfect until Jean Hébert re-entered our lives. Punz had left me alone one evening, a familiar scenario of which I disapproved in silence. She would return to me, as she always did, smelling and tasting of the cum smeared on her lips and dripping from her pussy and ass, her bodice torn, her breasts bared like some common whore. “Kneel, pet.” She would command me with her throaty lust filled growl, fingers clenching my tresses, pulling my face to her cunt, shivering with desire as I sucked her clean and thrust my tongue deep into her quivering orifices until she came with an unbridled cry of purest passion. That night was no different save for one detail. She wasn’t alone as she returned to me. Hébert accompanied her, smirking as he escorted her into our room, pushing her roughly to her knees, undoing his trousers with one hand, taking a handful of her restless hair in his other, his dark eyes boring into mine. “You must be the whore’s plaything. Very pretty.” He said with a grin. I did my best to answer him, but I fear that nothing intelligible passed my mouth as I watched Rapunzel pull his thickening cock in her hands and wrap her lips around the head, her bosom heaving with obvious passion as she hungrily took him into her mouth. “This should be entertaining.” He leered, rubbing his hands together with obvious glee as my mistress pulled his trousers down around his thighs, cupping his balls in her hands as she took his entire length, gagging briefly, her saliva running from the corners of her mouth and dripping mersin escort from her chin. Unable to turn away, I watched as he defiled her, resting his hand on her head, fingers stroking through her hair as it slowly coiled around the both of them like a living creature, undressing him with silken fingers even as it tore her clothing from her nubile body, leaving them both naked before turning it’s attention to me, wrapping me in a gentle cocoon until I, too, was divested of garb and left exposed to his cruel and hungry sneer. “She begged me to treat her like a nasty little slut. ‘ Make me your fuck toy’ , she whimpered, lifting her skirts for me. Not just me. The tavern was full of men just like me. Wicked men, hungry for her youthful beauty, wanting nothing better than to ravish her.” “No.” I gasped, knowing all too well that he spoke truly. She’d talked of this before, her wish to surrender herself like this, to the mercies of those fueled only by their dark lust. He grinned at me, nodding as he saw recognition in my eyes of the truth. “She sat upon a bar stool and spread her legs, showing off her smoothly shaved cunt, licking her lips, her eyes full of desire, moaning like a whore as we starched her over the stool and hiked up her skirts, taking turns with her.” Shocked, I simply watched my beloved Rapunzel service him, reaching between her thighs and stroking her cunt, obviously turned on by the account of her depravity. Nor was I innocent, his story, coupled with the site of her sucking his cock, taking it down her throat, filling my with obvious lust. I watched Hébert’s eyes drift downward to my own pussy, smiling at the sight of the pearlescent trickle it produced. “Like mistress, like pet.” He said with a dry chuckle, one that ended with a hearty groan as he stiffened, obviously overcome with pleasure, the need to blow his load down my lover’s throat warring with the desire to make it last for as long as possible. Blushing, I turned my face, trying to ignore the wet slurping sounds coming from my Mistress as he grabbed a hank of her hair and began lewdly pumping against her face until finally, he lost mersin escort bayan control and erupted inside of her, while she did her best to swallow every drop, renewing her efforts to make herself cum, fingers sunk deep inside of her drenched slit. The rest of the night seemed a blur. With Rapunzel as his willing slave, and I as hers, there was very little we didn’t dare. I tasted the cum of a room full of unseen strangers, cleaning her trembling pussy and clenching ass of their spew, while he entered my own upraised ass, his cock still slick with her spit. I hated him, and yet Rapunzel loved the depravity of it all, and I loved her beyond reason, so I gave in to my own yearning thirsts. I awoke the next morning alone, my cheek resting upon a gown sticky with Jean Hébert’s cum. “Punz?” I murmured, blinking the dust of sleep from my eyes, suddenly fearful of the silence greeting me. “Rapunzel!” I cried out loudly, panic in my voice, throwing the sheets aside violently. “Shush, Ariel.” she murmured, hurrying to my side, her silken hair twisting gently, almost protectively, around my nakedness. “I’m right here.” “Is he… gone, Mistress?” I asked, hesitantly, trembling as I recalled the events of the previous night, humiliation coloring my cheeks. “Yes, pet. He’s gone.” I relaxed, hearing the smile in her voice as she stroked my hair lovingly, and then stiffened painfully as she continued. “We’re going to an event tomorrow evening at his invitation, love. A gala.” My silence must have spoken volumes, for she frowned, her hair mirroring her mood, dragging me over her lap, binding my arms behind by back and pulling my thighs tightly together so that, when she took her hair brush to me, I could only struggle helplessly, crying out as she reddened my bottom mercilessly. It wasn’t long, however, before my howls of pain turned to whimpers and then soft moans of pleasure, her hair teasing it’s way between my legs, caressing my sensitive clit and snaking between my swollen lips like an erotic serpent, thickening as it penetrated my moist cunt, probing deeper and deeper in rhythm with her blows until a wave of exquisite escort mersin ecstasy over took me and I shuddered uncontrollably against her. Afterwards, she was gentle, her warm hands cool on my burning bottom, murmuring loving words that soothed my spirit as well as my flesh. “That’s my good girl.” She comforted me, frowning as she brushed the tears from my cheeks. “My beautiful lover, my obedient pet. I love you so much, Ariel.” “I love you too, Punz.” I managed through my soft sobs, emotion welling up within me. “Don’t ever leave me. Please?” She shushed me then, telling me not to be silly, taking me in her arms, kissing me long and hard, until all my fear evaporated. o-o-o As always when attending an event, Rapunzel made sure that we stood out, ignoring my teasing remarks that she would stand out dressed only in rags. She was radiant, the candlelight casting her in a brilliant nimbus, her hair shining like molten gold as we were announced, all eyes turning our way. Glancing over at my companion, my Mistress, I did my best to hide a smile, noting the delight in her eyes at the soft murmur that went through the crowd at our appearance. She had come to love the attention and loved making an impression; the more scandalous, the better, was her opinion. As was the fashion at the time, we were garbed in black and white Domino, although, unlike most, our costumes were sheer. I’d been amazed at the transformation she’d achieved, giving the illusion of mirrored images, only my soft scarlet curls and emerald eyes differentiating me from her impossible long golden spill and lavender eyes. We strode into the room, arm in arm, masked and cloaked in lace and feathers, delicate collars upon our throats, waists made impossible narrow by tightly laced diamond patterned basques that lifted our bared breasts, displaying them with unapologetic vanity. We wore patterned silk stockings held up by delicate suspenders and supple leather boots with pearled buttons. Our gossamer undergarments displayed, rather than hid, our most intimate features. We were the essence of depraved sexuality and our fellow guest reacted instinctively, drawn to us as moths to a flame. We mingled, welcoming rather than repulsing, the casual brush of fingers over our bared flesh, the even bolder touch of hands upon our breasts, our thighs, our bottoms, our mons, touches that grew brash with our encouragement.