No Trespassing Ch 06

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comment on Chapter 5) regarding the potential email flaw I was setting up without knowing it. I hope the time to research and logically pivot shows on the page.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

The series starts as lesbian nonconsent/reluctance. A lesbian goes off the grid for vacation. She seeks shelter from a storm at what is assumed to be a seldomly used cabin but is caught when the owner shows up unexpectedly. The years of suppressing her submissive tendencies bubble to the surface as she is forced to accept punishment for trespassing and settling the tab for staying in the cabin.

If this is offensive to you, please find another story. If you read on, please enjoy and comments are always welcome.

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Walk of Shame

My dreams left me on edge. I was beginning to think I'd never be anything but wet and horny. I splashed cold water on my face and over my short brown hair hoping to take the edge down a notch.

The bandage on my side was still white, indicating the cut hadn't bled in a while. The pain was minimal unlike the one on my thigh which pulsated when I walked. But like the one on my torso, it didn't show any signs of blood.

I looked back at the hazel eyes in the mirror. The golden hue with green flecks were darker than normal. It was probably the constant state of arousal I was in.

There were still two payments due today, and I wondered if she meant to collect them. She'd not mentioned it one way or the other. Nor had she collected the missed payment from the day before. Would she try to collect three payments today? I wasn't sure I could handle that.

Maybe if I offered to make one payment now, it'd allow time for a second one later. It would prove I was serious about paying my debt in full while leaving the missed payment in her court.

Just the image of me making my last payment in the clearing where'd I'd regain my freedom had me pressing my things together in anticipation.

The pending release of my obligations, a full day early, niggled at me. Anyone in their right mind would be rejoicing at being freed and absolved of the rest of the debt.

And yet, here I was, pondering a way to meet again. Not only to complete paying my debt but continue my training. I ran through the details on how to communicate a new payment date while keeping our identities a secret.

Would the morning payment of sixty-two dollars count towards my ass warm up? Or would I be setting myself up for ninety-two strokes, thirty of them with a wooden paddle?

I bit my lip. The person looking back at me in the mirror, was not the woman from a few days before. Fear was replaced with confusion and excitement. Why should I trust this stranger? Why was I so reluctant to end this bizarre situation? Most people would have resisted every step of the way. They'd be running for the first chance at escape, but not me.

My body overruled every logical thought I had, chasing the intensity of that first orgasm.

The past was radically different from this experience. There was an underlying concern, maybe even respect, for my wellbeing. Something totally absent from the first time.

Thoughts swirled faster than I could keep up with. I shook my head to clear them. It was time to face my fate and hopefully, my freedom. It was what I wanted, mostly.

The woman was propped up in bed and watched me hungrily as I stepped from the bathroom. She took her time studying me. I stood obediently, legs spread, and hands crossed behind me, pushing my breasts out hoping to impress her.

Every part of my body seemed to tingle under her watchful gaze. I hoped she'd grant me at least one orgasm before being sent back to reality.

When she met my eyes again, I decided to start the day. "I would like to make a payment, mistress."

Her lips quirked up. "Okay. Go get a dining chair, put it there." She pointed to the open corner at the foot of the bed.

As I returned with the chair, I debated about asking if the payment would count towards my warmup. I wasn't even sure I could handle thirty strokes from the wooden paddle on a cold ass, much less after making a payment.

The bathroom door opened and closed before I could rethink my decision. I decided to remain silent hoping she would be proud of my endurance to make a payment and follow it with my morning training.

"I am impressed by your desire to pay your debt, baby slut." She sat in the chair naked, feet flat on the floor. "No sense in dirtying another pair of pants, eh?"

My face felt hot. There wasn't one payment I'd made where my pussy didn't show her how much it turned me on.

"No. No sense, mistress," I mumbled.

As I bent over her bare legs, I felt more embarrassed than if she had been fully clothed. This payment was going to show her exactly when I started getting wet. I pressed my thighs together hoping to keep the slick juices from dripping on her before I'd even started making the payment.

She ran her fingers over my ass, drawing little circles.

I shivered at the light touch.

"You have a lovely ass, baby slut."

"Thank you, mistress. One hundred fifty-eight dollars, mistress," I called out as her hand smacked my right cheek.

"One hundred fifty-nine dollars, mistress. One hundred sixty dollars, mistress," I counted feeling more humiliated and turned on with each slap.

The cadence was methodical and alternated from one cheek to the other. My ass went from a simmer to a burn as she slowly collected each

dollar

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Her cupped hand hit the cusp of my ass and thigh at the crease. I bucked forward, squeezing my muscles trying to prevent the liquid from escaping from between my legs.

"Oh, uh. One hundred," I gasped at the unexpected pain. "One hundred sixty-eight dollars, mistress."

The next blow was just as hard. There was a long pause as she gave me a second to count the payment. "One hundred sixty-nine dollars, mistress."

"Your ass is more gorgeous when it's red," she said quietly, running her fingertips over my sore butt.

"One hundred seventy dollars, mistress. Thank you for making my ass red, mistress." My legs trembled as I tried to keep from humping her.

By the time she'd reach one hundred and eighty-eight dollars, I was so turned on I was almost certain I could cum just by being spanked.

The mixed feelings of humiliation, pain, and excitement flooded through me as I stood to change position.

She ran her fingers over her wet leg, rubbing my slick nectar between her thumb and fingers. "Horny slut, aren't you?"

I bent over her legs feeling like a disobedient child. I focused on the swirls in the wood as I braced my hands against the floor.

"Yes, mistress." I repositioned myself with my ass high, aching for release with each swat.

She rubbed her hand over my sore ass, and I wiggled my hips against her leg. I just needed to find a way to get my clit to touch her. Just a little friction.

Any hopes of getting pressure on my clit were dashed when her hand tugged on my hips. I moved back slightly to reduce any possibility of cumming.

"One hundred eight-nine dollars, mistress," I counted.

She rubbed my left ass cheek before delivering the next blow.

"One hundred ninety dollars, mistress."

My body took over and my mind shut down with each smack. I pressed my hands harder against the floor.

Even though I knew better, I couldn't resist trying to rub myself against her bare leg. The line between pleasure and pain blurred. I'd never been spanked for this long, this hard, or in such a degrading way. My cunt throbbed.

She placed a firm hand on my lower back until I lay still. The next blow came without warning, making my breasts swing again as I lurched awkwardly forward.

I hissed, "Two hundred eighteen dollars, mistress."

Tears fell down my cheeks, dripping onto the polished wood. I sniffled. I wasn't sure if I preferred fast and hard or slow and methodical. Both had their effect on my dripping cunt and aching tits.

"Two hundred nineteen dollars," I counted.

Exhausted from this last payment I dropped my head, struggling to catch my breath.

"I'm so proud of you." My mistress soothed my ass. "You're such a good baby slut, making timely payments without compliant."

"Thank you, mistress." Her words made me proud. Like I'd accomplished something no one else had.

"Seems like you created another mess." She pushed my side, guiding me to the floor. "Clean it up," her voice firm and commanding.

How was it possible she could make me feel so proud and worthless with just a few words? I turned around on all fours. Her legs glistened with my juices. I crawled between her thighs like an obedient slut and started licking her legs.

I slowly ran the flat of my tongue up one thigh, savoring my sweet nectar. She spread her legs farther apart. I blushed as my juices dripped down her legs. My tongue ran over the soft firm skin as I cleaned up my mess, drawing closer and closer to her pussy with each lick. The tip of my nose rubbed against her moist center.

Her hips pulsed up and she inhaled sharply. I wiggled the tip of my tongue over her wet hole, teasing out her tangy honey.

I shuffled forward, keeping my hands on the floor and my butt in the air. Maybe if I took my time, the cool air would ease my burning ass before my training started.

Her fingers ran through my hair, tugging me against her hot center. I didn't need any more encouragement. I sucked her clit, feeling it swell. I ran the flat of my tongue over her moist pussy, lapping up all she had to give. I pulled back then blew over her clit.

"Oh, baby slut... mmm," she panted, her legs trembling.

I looked up between her thighs. Her head back, lower lip caught between her teeth. I humped the air matching her thrusts against my face. My fingers curled into the floor to keep from rubbing myself without permission. I pulled her clit in between my lips creating a suction around the hard swollen nub.

"Baby slu...ooh, yes...oh more slut...almost...yes," she screamed holding me tight against her. Her hips lifted off the chair. "Fucking cunt muncher. Eat me...that's it. Yes."

My face was slick with the remnants of her orgasm as I licked through the aftershocks. I wanted to ensure she was thoroughly satisfied.

Hopefully, she was going to be generous and let me cum before breakfast.

As she came down from what looked like one of the most intense orgasms I'd given her so far, she placed a foot on my shoulder, pushing.

I silently whimpered.

"Damn slut. You sure do know how to clean up, don't you?"

When I didn't answer, she put a foot under my chin lifting my head. I wanted to cry at the humiliation, but somehow it only added to my arousal.

"I try, mistress," I answered once I met her eyes.

She slid her foot down my chest, kneading my right breast. Her chuckle made me feel even smaller.

I knelt gently back on my heels, pushing my chest forward as she ran feet over my tits.

Thinking with my cunt, I said, "Can we train my ass next, mistress?"

Like the cat who ate the canary, she grinned. "By all means, baby slut." She pressed her feet against my tits and pushed. I reached behind me to brace myself from landing on my ass. "Setup."

It took only a couple of minutes, and I debated on asking if we could use the riding crop again. That was the one item I felt sure I could handle. But I wanted to make her proud, show her that I meant my offer to return to pay off my debt. So, I kept my mouth shut as I crawled onto the bed.

With the bathroom door closed, I could watch my morning training in the full-length mirror. My pussy leaked as I waited all fours for my training to begin. I fought the urge to hump the air in search of relief.

Any hope that the payment would cover my warmup faded as my mistress picked up the paddle from the nightstand.

"Ready for your warmup, baby slut?"

I swallowed the fear clawing at the base of my throat. She'd only gone past my limits once and even then, she'd stopped quickly when I asked for mercy.

"Yes, mistress. I'm ready for you to warm up my ass and train it to take your cock."

The wooden paddle cracked against my already red ass. I bucked forward with the first stroke. My tits swung beneath me.

I don't remember counting out loud, but I was quite sure she'd stopped the warming up on the tenth stroke. A film of sweat broke out across my forehead and my fingers gripped the sheets.

"Spread 'em baby slut."

Grateful she'd not taken the full thirty to warm up my ass, I quickly reached around to grip each swollen cheek and spread them wide. My fingers dug into my tender flesh, sent another wave of fire through me in anticipation of being stuffed and fucked.

The cool lube dripped onto my tight hole, and I rocked back as she spread the lube generously. She pushed two fingers inside, stretching my tight hole. My breath caught in my chest as the impending orgasmic bliss crept closer with each thrust into my ass.

A third finger pressed into me. The intense pressure felt better than I thought it would. This was the last thing I thought would ever turn me on, but being stretched wide made me pant with desire. I wondered how it would feel to take her cock up my ass. Would it hurt or would the pain give way to pleasure?

Her hand on my hip stilled my rocking. The brief emptiness felt strange. Her eyes met mine in the mirror. Her green eyes sparkled as she lubed up the plug. She was enjoying my training as much as I was.

The tip of the thicker plug pressed against my asshole. I licked my lips, shifting back to let her know I was ready.

The slick toy slid in slowly. My sphincter widened accepting the smaller head of the object. As the thicker middle pushed deeper, I instinctually tried to push it back out.

"Easy, push back, baby slut."

I whimpered not sure which burning was worse, my cheeks that I had a death grip on or my tight hole which really didn't want to accept the silicon intruder.

"You took it yesterday like the slut you are." She pushed the plug harder. "You're still a slut, so this ass." The plug slid out then was pushed in a bit farther. "Will take it today."

"Yes, mistress" I grunted, trying to relax. "Ugh," I bit my bottom lip as the thicker middle battered through the tight resistance.

"That's its baby slut." She tapped the base a couple of times ensuring it was tucked inside completely. "I knew you wouldn't forget all that training overnight."

"Thank you, mistress." I felt like I was floating.

A few seconds later her strap-on was in place. I waited, still holding my ass open. The black cock bobbed as it disappeared between my legs. She tapped the hard plastic against my labia. The moisture between my legs increased in anticipation of being fuck hard.

After all the teasing, I couldn't wait to see how intense my orgasm was going to be.

Somehow, she resisted the urge to pound me as she edged herself. She slowly pushed every inch of the cock inside me. It rubbed against plug in my ass. Every inch of me felt full to the point I thought she'd split me in two.

"Hands down."

I let go of my ass and braced on all fours as she slid the cock in and out of my wet hole. I pushed back matching her stroke for stroke. We looked at each other in the mirror as the squelching between my legs grew louder. My face was surely as red as my ass in embarrassment as my pussy announced my arousal.

Every muscle in my cunt and ass throbbed against the pressure. The ebb and flow as the silicon cock slid back and forth made my heartbeat in triple time. I panted at the slow fucking.

Her lips parted as her orgasm approached. The harder she rammed my cunt the quicker I raced toward the edge. Suddenly she pulled out leaving just the tip of her cock inside my vagina. I panted in frustration, silently begged for release.

Without warning, she rammed her cock deep inside me then held still. Her cock buried deep in my cunt. It filled every inch of me, and I fought against the urge to beg to cum.

"Right hand, baby slut." She smiled, leaning over to pick up a bottle from the table while keeping the dildo deep inside. It pressed against the plug, and it felt like my cunt and ass were going to burst open at any second.

Thick liquid coated my fingers.

"Rub your clit."

The gel was cool. I groaned in pleasure spreading the lube all over my hard clit. She pulled the cock out and lubed it up with the same gel she coated my fingers with.

The edges of my orgasm rose again as I continued to rub myself. She slid the tip of her cock just inside my dripping pussy. With one thrust she buried her cock inside me as I continued to rub myself.

My hips rocked back and forth in time with my mistress pounding inside me. I slid my fingers back and forth over my clit. God she was going to let me cum.

The harder and faster she fucked me, the quicker my fingers rubbed the over and inside my labia.

"Harder slut. Spread it all around."

I turned my focus on my clit, rubbing harder. When the tingling started, I suspected this was not going to be in my favor. The lube turned from cool to warm. The more I rubbed the hotter my pussy got.

"Fuck," I grunted as each stroke intensified the burning over my most sensitive nerves.

I bucked back on her cock trying to ease the overwhelming heat between my legs.

"Good girl, harder."

My tits swayed back and forth as she picked up the pace. I fingered my clit faster even though I desperately wanted to stop. The heat kept building the harder I rubbed. I tried to pull forward away from the maddening cock while simultaneously trying to get off.

She rammed the cock deep inside, screaming out her orgasm. Her hands held my hips still and she pulsed in and out of me.

"Don't stop rubbing, baby slut," she ordered as my fingers slowed trying to ease back on the heat that prevented me from reaching my own earth-shattering climax.

With a small whimper I went back to rubbing.

"That's it. Keep it warm for me."

I swallowed rapidly as she slid out. I felt like a used slut as I humped my fingers trying in vain to cum despite the intense tingling.

"On your back," she said as she removed her strap-on.

After moving onto my back, I went back to rubbing my overly sensitive clit.

She straddled my torso, lowering the small end of the strap-on to my mouth. The small plastic part slipped between my lips. I ran my tongue over the small dildo, sucking her juices off it like the good baby slut I was.

I was mortified when she buckled the strap-on to my head. The black cock lewdly bobbed above my face.

Her smile made me shiver. I knew what was coming, but the humiliation pressed into my chest, and I struggled to breathe. She kneeled over my face. Her pink pussy glistened with the remnants of multiple orgasms.

She spread her labia wide. I had a close-up view of the black cock disappearing inside her dripping pussy. Her feet pushed my arms wide as she slid down on the hard dildo. I was momentarily grateful to stop fueling the fire between my legs.

The cool air against my clit intensified the fire between my legs. It begged for release as my beautiful mistress she slid down on the cock strapped to my face. She shuffled her knees a little wider until the cock was all the way in and her pussy covered my face.