queening

The first reaction to all the available equipment in the suite came from Fi.



“Oh my goodness, Bryony, I know we signed today but you haven’t half laid it on for us tonight. I don’t believe my eyes.”



She held Isabelle’s hand and walked around the equipment, looking in the drawers.



“God, I am so hot and I want to have this young lady into giving her full submission to me, there’s so much equipment here, some I have never seen before.”



Bryony smiled and said, “Go for it, girlfriend, I want to see what Clare can take and do and I know we will switch them back and forth.



“I’m so happy they are such delicious, nice submissives that we have.”



Bryony released her hand and pulled me close into her. She kissed me through her panties and got her tongue around the gusset to kiss me in my mouth. Her hands went into exploration mode.



Her kissing continued and became more intense. I noticed that Fi almost had Isabelle out of her clothes.



Bryony moved to help me out of my wrap-top, admiring what she saw as she sighted the bra and waspie. Her fingers were quick and I was soon out of my skirt.



Fi commented, “These two are gorgeous in this lingerie, it invites you to play with them. Imagine if we left them like this out on the street, they would be raped in 5 minutes. Girls, help us out of our clothes.”



As to Bryony, I moved to help her out of her cocktail dress to reveal this wonderful black lacy and silky Perla bra and suspender belt; her panties still being on me, as was the same for Isabelle with Fi’s. Bryony’s boobs were full with large pink aureoles and wide nipples. I noticed a hint of dark hair under her armpits, nothing heavy but that surprised me a little, given her apparent sophistication. Underneath, her pubic bush was quite intense and dark, and as mentioned a little lighter further down. Her bottom was low slung and firm and again, a hint of the darker pubes just at the base in the crack of her lovely buttock globes. That would mean lots of her love juices being retained in them for my pleasure.



Isabelle had Fi down to her bra off and Fi too was wearing a matching cream suspender ‘garter’ belt holding up her stockings. Her breasts were full ones but still firm and well shaped topped by, perhaps surprisingly, light brown nipples, and much lighter, but larger, than Isabelle’s 34C brown nipples. Her cunt was lightly lined by a well trimmed blonde bush that was centred with darker fair hair around the core of her bush and clit. Her labia were pink though. Isabelle was now started taunting Fi provocatively by presenting her bottom and teasing her that she was a young girl needing her punishment for wearing and enjoying her mistress’s panties, in the manner she was.



Bryony was the first to move and she took me over to one of the smaller stands and got me on my knees on the stands. She opened up each of the cuffs half way up the pole, pulled my arms back and locked them onto my wrists so I was pinned backwards. The cuffs and shackles were held from the pole on a leather strap. Then similarly she locked me into ankle cuffs at the base. She secured a collar that came off the top of the pole around my neck; this allowed some movement of my neck but I was largely helpless.



“That’s a good idea, Bryony,” and Isabelle was similarly secured alongside me.



“Now let’s see what we have in this chest”



The two women went and looked in the box, leaving us there. Bryony came back and forced her hand between my legs and felt my anus, through its wide latex ring. A little lubricant and her finger moved into me, just to open me up, and then two fingers. They felt good. In came a French heavy glass plug to invade me. Isabelle got the same treatment, but also nipple clamps made as chrome rings with screws onto neoprene ribbed plates to torture and stimulate her nipples. Her bra was put back over to rub the top of the nipple against its material.



Fi mentioned,” I have fantasised about having Robin (her daughter) punished like this for her sexual misdemeanours. Mmmmmmm.”



The two women came around the front, kissed and felt each other before standing directly in front of us; they removed their panties from us and presented their cunts to our mouths for our service and pleasuring of them. To work we went. Bryony was soon cumming on my tongue and riding my face with her cunt to help bring on her climax. A lovely taste imparted from her, so this was sublime pleasure.



Isabelle was being turned on by Fi, who was also maximizing the friction on Isabelle’s sore nipples and then started to use a chrome wand on her; this wand having a flat heavily dimpled pad to masturbate her clit which Fi rubbed rapidly up and down Isabelle’s love channel. Isabelle was still using her tongue and Fi started to judder against it as she came, with Isabelle, being as fine-tuned as she is, orgasming shortly afterwards. Isabelle was teasing Fi about how Fi was turning her on, like any young girl entering adulthood should do to her elder woman, and especially her boss, mother, or mentor. This just made Fi press harder into Isabelle’s mouth.



We weren’t allowed to wind down as Fi and Bryony switched.



Fi started by caressing me and kissing me aggressively, before taking a small paddle to my cheeks. She came around and pushed her cunt hard into my face.



“Hard on my clit, I need to come again.” And she literally rode and ground her swollen bud into me until she added another layer to Isabelle’s work. Isabelle had Bryony onto her second plane too.



Fi’s next move was to unshackle me and lead me across to the ‘Stockade.’ I had, of course, been on this before. Instead of tummy to the bench, which wasn’t uncomfortable, Fi went the other way. Off came my bra; I had to lie on it and she pulled my arms down and shackled them to the front. Into place went the neck band and a chain from the padlock on that down onto the base. Similarly, my ankles were down as my wrists and she removed my panties. I could hardly move.



She began to feel me up and play with my now swollen clit and cunt channel before going to a drawer and pulling out a sizeable vibrator. Out came my plug and in went this new large vibrator.



Bryony had similarly taken Isabelle to her Stockade, removed her bra and secured in the conventional position, so her breasts hung down and her bottom was up and exposed to potential pleasure.



“Bryony, untie Isabelle’s panties and slide her over here so her cunt is over Clare’s face. Clare can tongue-fuck Isabelle and Isabelle can tongue fuck one of us while the other takes Clare, or watch a fucking toy take her.”



We were duly positioned and it was nice to be under Isabelle to give her a long and sultry oral assault, something I hadn’t had that much chance to do in the last 36 hours and not in this sub position to her. Bryony was again pleasured by Isabelle while Fi watched the results of her deviancy, before coming over and inserting a second vibrator into my cunt sheath. Isabelle was cumming heavily over me now, bathing my face with her sweet, fragrant love juices.



The girls switched, Bryony going for her Feeldoe to take Fi in her rear, whilst satisfying herself.



Both Fi and Bryony came hard, as well as Isabelle over me, a lovely creamy orgasm oozing from her cunt and into my mouth, and that I really loved.



They pulled off for an interlude and a sip of champagne and left us in our positions, Bryony covering Isabelle’s head with Fi’s cream panties. We dared not speak and just enjoyed the sensual pleasures we were experiencing.



Some 15 minutes later, Fi and Bryony came back to us and released us, only for a few seconds, as we were lead across to the heavy square padded boxes. We were both made to kneel on the pad and lean over. Bryony took my arms, pulled them back slightly behind me and attached my wrists to two wide soft leather cuffs that had short chains to them running up to shackles on the top of the posts. She took a pair of leg cuffs and secured my angles and then from the mid post, took a second set of short chains and secured straps around my thighs.



Fi took Isabelle and tackled her onto a stool opposite me so we could see each other’s faces and gusseted noses through our Mistresses’ leg holes, as Bryony finished her work off by recovering her black panties and putting them back over my head.



Going into the black chest, Fi selected two matching leather bridles with metal ball gags and these were put on us, pushing the fragrant gussets back into our mouths.



Bryony chose two matching leather tawses and she announced to us,



“This is for the nerve of using your vibrators on us under the table and then our panties.”



They started gently whipping our bottoms, the thong of the leather snapping against us, slowly building up the heat and the pain as they increased the force of their lashes; the beating must have gone on for over 10 minutes. We were both struggling with the pain and our eyes were tearing.



Bryony and Fi then stopped and went over to a sofa and started to drink more champagne; this moved quickly into mutual French kissing and masturbation of each other, leaving us both reflecting on this, and our subservience to them reminded by their personal aromas cutting across the pain of our bottoms. Some twenty minutes later, they came back to us and released us.



We were allowed to get a glass of champagne and Isabelle asked if we could just clean our breath, got to her bag and managed to slip a second stimulant pill into our wine, even though it was a tad early for that.



Bryony picked up Fi’s and her panties, and also their bras, they were still in their suspender belts and stocking) and went to each bedroom to leave them there.



Fi chirped up, “Learnt a lesson then, our submissive, compliant fuck-slaves? We need some oral attendance to build ourselves up again. And you two need fucking”



“Onto those seats now, I have never face-sat a young woman like Isabelle or a woman like you Clare so I am going to enjoy this. However, I am going to suggest that we handcuff you both and spread-bar your lower legs. However first, Bryony thought we should make sure your mouths are open.”



With this, she produced two mouth braces and inserted them into our mouths, locking our lips into a defined O, but leaving our tongues free.



So we ended up being put under the Perspex toilet seats placed on a sheet, again facing each other, and our wrists from our bangles, once more, were secured onto the rings on each side of the toilet chair, and our legs were duly spread.



Before we were positioned and secured into final place for subjugation to them, Bryony came out of her room, the second bedroom, and went to the chest. She pulled out two rubber butt probes which had become familiar to me, with a tube, clamp and release valve, and a hand pump for inflation; she inserted one into me and very partially inflated it so it started to open and push my rear muscular ring; Fi replicated the process with Isabelle.



Bryony went back to the chest and returned with a very unusual contraption; she gave half of it to Fi, and slid her part on to Isabelle, Essentially, she snapped this elastic strap around Isabelle’s bottom. It was designed in three parts as there were two easy tightening/release buckles on either side that sat on top of Isabelle’s hips. The strap ran around Isabelle’s bottom and over her hips and each side strap then came down to finish on her inner thigh, provocatively above her cunt. Each elastic strap finished in two metal rings. Onto the rings, she ceremoniously attached these short chains, four on each side. Onto one end of the chains, she then took these clips which look liked small clothes pegs (pins in the US) and attached them slowly to Isabelle’s labia. Isabelle went “ouch” as they bit into her and found their position. Fi finished off the process by tightening up the straps which forced Isabelle’s labia to gradually widen and stay apart from each other, totally exposing her already excited clitoris and its hood.



Fi then took a small glass suction tube and out it over Isabelle’s clit and sucked out the air before sealing it with a clamp; this forced her bud to fully emerge and swell up the tube so it appeared like a gurl penis.



“Look Clare, she is like you now” Once Isabelle was fully horizontal under the toilet cum pleasure seat and had settled into the labia distension treatment, Fi fitted on a glass tube onto each of her nipples, with small rubber pipes coming off them, similar to Isabelle’s clit tube, and a vacuum mechanism and snap clamp was attached on each pipe. With the vacuum pull, Isabelle’s nipples gorged themselves into the tubes, swelling at least to twice if not three times their normal excited size. Poor thing I thought, but before I was pushed flat, I could see she was getting very, very wet in her gash. Her wide-open cunt was obviously being saved for later, but her anus, like, mine, had been invaded by the now inflated plug. The sight was highly erotic and Fi’s comment drove home,



“Now I can really see her young, pretty cunt and Isi, you are going to be my little girlie fuck tonight. I am going to turn your cunt inside and out for my, and your, pleasure.”



“And you Clare,” chimed in Bryony, “are going to sate my desire for anal sex and serve me so that you are saturated and infatuated with my cunt.” We couldn’t say anything given our mouths were already forced open.



As we went into our servitude position, Fi tightened Isabelle’s strap a little more apparently to really pressurize her lips apart and force her cunt entrance to further open; Bryony upped our anal expansion.



They sat above us on the seats and we both got a close inspection of their throbbing and glistening cunts, as well as being able to smell their sex. They had not lowered the seats down yet towards our forced open mouths.



Suddenly, Bryony released her bladder and her urine streamed down and into my mouth, getting me to swallow her yellow nectar. Isabelle too got the same treatment.



I heard Fi say, “That’s my good little darling girlie, my toilet slave.”



Bryony lowered the seat down for me to clean her up and give her the stimulation she was seeking; this muffled the now almost incestuous dialogue that Fi was suggesting and the moans of exquisite agony that Isabelle was undergoing. My tongue ventured forth and upwards, having been able to take in virtually all Bryony’s champagne laced pee. The training was paying off.



Bryony’s love haven began to get much stickier, and she nudged herself so that I could rim her and play the space between her anus and her cunt, gently covered in her light pubic gauze. A wonderful heady combination of her pee, her anus and her cum danced on my nasal senses, along with the acidity of her pee and the delicate saltiness of her sexual cream. She inflated the plug in me further and the hard probe inside me pushed against my rectal natural resistance. I presumed Isabelle was also being subjected to this and even more exposure of her cunt in Fi’s build up to ravish her girl.



Bryony came, and she came with a thundering orgasm; she rode me hard on my nose and tongue to sustain her high snowy mental mountain. And then she sat their in her moist lavishness, allowing me to take her in and appreciate her erogenous areas.



Fi and Bryony lifted themselves from their pleasure thrones and released us from our spreaders and shackles, but not those from our erogenous zones. They cleaned us up with damp towels that Bryony had brought out earlier. Isabelle’s cunt was wide, wide open now as I have ever seen a vaginal entrance as wide as this before. Her nipples were distended to what must have been close to an inch and a half and three quarters of an inch wide.



Fi inserted Isabelle’s head once again into her used panties and tightened them onto her, before placing a hood over her head. She removed Isabelle’s anal wand; however she then attached a couple of fine chains to her mons clamp rings on either side of her labia. These chains she then attached on to a lead in the form of a leather cord which Fi took hold of, and led her beauty off into the master bedroom and her large bed so as to entice, love and abuse her ‘Isi’ in to becoming her youngest sex-fuck girl to date, and to introduce Isabelle to becoming one of her devotees. The door closed.



Bryony took hold of me and led me into her bedroom. On the bed were laid two nighties.



“I got yours out of your overnight bag along with some panties; put them on and make yourself as comfortable as possible”



This was given that she still had my gurl love channel well and truly occupied). She put on hers which was a 2/3rd length black silk one, along with a fresh pair of panties. The black ones, used to mask me, went into a laundry bag.



She poured the last two glasses of champagne from the bottle and gave me a glass and we started chatting about dressing, my reactions to being a gurl versus a boy, for example, how it felt to have breasts and what I had to do to achieve my look in terms of hair and then how far I would like to take it.



She related some of her previous relationships and how she gradually discovered that she liked to be in charge when it came to sex and the big turn on she got from fetish play and seeing the mix of (our) pleasure and discomfort and how one could get such a big high with this form of play (So true).



She also told me how she and Fi had met professionally, but it was Fi that had made the first approach and date.



Part of her appeal to Fi was no doubt her young age and then she added that Fi was obviously highly turned on by taking Isabelle tonight being even younger. Bryony appreciated what our blend of characteristics together along with the similarity of interests and appearance was, indeed a great way to celebrate their deal.



With this, she put down her glass, pulled me across the bed and started to gently kiss me, taking her time to caress and beautifully tease me.



“Don’t touch me; I just want to see you squirm with pleasure.”



Her hand worked itself down under my nightie and I felt her fingers playing with my cunt.



“It is so realistic, Clare”



I felt Bryony pumping my bottom up a little further.



“Now Clare, I want you to lift your wrists above your head and she locked me into wide soft cuffs.



“Now I am going to get my harness ready, and she pulled out a wide belted harness with two black veined large cocks either side, and on one side, a four inch plug. “Ok you, by the way, how do you remove this gaffe, I don’t want to take it off but I want to play with your gurl cunt. I mentioned that it could be unclipped behind my cunt sheath.



She climbed on top of me and lowered herself onto my face, her nightie embracing my head. Like Elaine, she held her position above me, slowly lowering herself down, her pube-fringed cunt right on to my tongue and her anus targeted on to my nose. I was completely under her and she started to control my breathing as I paid her the homage she was seeking.



She held me captured position for, I guess over 20 minutes, allowing her to build to gradually climb up her pleasure hill, and then held it, letting her orgasm flow more into my mouth. She was then off the bed and in front of me, putting on her harness, firstly inserting the anal plug into her, followed by the cock into her vagina. From her front, there was this realistic 8 inches destined in my direction. She came across and let it run across her love juices on my mouth, asking me to worship it and her verbally. She produced a ball gag, fixed it on and covered my eyes and turned me over. To complete her bondage, she went for another spreader.



The next thing I sensed was her deflating and removing my inflatable plug and I felt her unhook my gaffe to give her more access to my rear. I knew that my rectal rings were well and truly relaxed by the plug having been in there as she quickly fed in three fingers to me, massaging me internally. And then her fourth finger entered me, gently letting me rest and accommodate her. This was the widest I have ever been, and she slowly started her exploration again. And then I felt her thumb come into her fingers and she pushed home.

So Joanna’s birthday came around. She took the day off, it was a Friday and the second day after Louise and my jaunt in Oxford. I needed my sleep as the hormones were evidently kicking in hard and I had let Jo know about this. Jo was, therefore, the first to wake.



I knew that a little submissive pre-session was a good way to start the birthday and so I let her climb on me without her pyjamas bottoms or jockstrap on and for me to bring her to her morning climax that she so enjoyed. As she came off her peak I suggested that we head for the bathroom, me first, and, despite with the wall being part down, I had managed to keep the bathroom pretty clean. When Jo had fallen asleep, I had laid out her first present in there.



I climbed under the portable toilet seat stand I had bought Jo and offered my mouth upwards to her when she came in. Next to the toilet I had left her a mouth widener known as a ‘spider gag’ and a funnel, if she wanted to use them on me. Jo came in and saw me, prostrate on the floor and ready to receive her fluids.



“Wow, wonderful.” She positioned herself above me and quickly released her overnight fluids into me, without the gag or funnel; I took most of her into me and then offered to shower her down, concentrating on pleasing her pussy. She soon found her second climax of her birthday, pressing down on to my tongue that was incessant in the teasing of her love area.



We then dressed informally to get the children up, breakfasted, and out of the house and to school. The beauty in life now was that I could dress as I wished. I put on leggings, a short ra-ra skirt and one of Jo’s lighter loose sweaters, with my studs in my ears, my ‘engagement’ ring and a wide gold bangle.



On returning to the house, I prepared us a light breakfast and coffee and gave Joanna one or two conventional presents. We then went our separate ways with Jo needing to tackle some e-mails and household bills and I cleaned up around the house. It was about a quarter to eleven when I went into the study, gave her a long, lingering kiss and suggested she watched her favourite lesbian DVD. This was the one with a ‘Louise look alike’ which I had already loaded in the machine and that she should head to the bedroom when she was curious and excited so as to discover what her second major present was to be.



Jo came into the bedroom some twenty minutes later.



I was dressed in silky black lingerie and I was ready in position over her birthday present, a sleek, wooden, whipping bench. This was an unusual design with a 1.2 metre long frame, and some 65 cm wide and 80 cm wide. It was heavily padded and essentially built with two levels to it. The highest point of the bench was just off centre where my bottom was presented, nice and high to Jo. The back split into leather pads with straps to hold my legs. The straps I was able to self attach, locking my legs in and, therefore, splaying my bottom provocatively to her. My body lay away and downwards from the highpoint of my bottom; my head was at the lowest point and, of course, I was wearing her pair of used briefs over my head tied back with an old stocking. I knew she would enjoy the subservience that I was offering to her. My unconstrained breasts hung down either side of the midriff panel in their cami, open to any pleasure or torture that Jo so wished.



In front of the bench, I also laid out some of our whips, paddles, vibrator and, plugs for Jo’s selection and use, if she wished. I also included a new probe wired up that ran off a control unit as well as her main harness and the choice of two double dildoes, our femdoe and a new two way one that injected fluid into us on her squeeze of a small rubber bulb.



Jo came into the bedroom and I heard, “Oh fab, what a present, Mattie!” She circled around it and locked my wrists and midriff belt in. Her hands ran, tantalizingly, over my bottom and teased my anus before pulling back my panties and inserting something thin into me. I was suspicious it was the new probe.



I knew about things when the first paddle smack came down and she started to rain my bottom with her force, my nose biting against the impregnated gusset of her briefs. I took the pain and then she upped the punishment to the crop. Twelve hard lashes came down on to my globes and I knew my bottom was more than heated and marked. Suddenly the probe hit in, passing an electrical tingle right up onto my prostrate and remember, I knew I had lost a little functionality down there; however, it soon stimulated me into a mental high.



Jo stood back and enjoyed the fruits of her work and slipped into her harness. I felt her mount me, probe open my anus having removed the probe, and she started to fuck me and, in doing so, herself. I responded in trying to move my bottom to take her and meet her rhythm. Jo was soon cumming and as she found her hi-spot, she released the warm fluid into both of us as a pseudo male cum. She collapsed on my back.



“Oh thank you, Mattie, we will have amazing fun with this, but are you sure your bottom will withstand this and imagine what pleasure I may inflict on you once your boobs are better developed.”



We showered again together and I made-up, perfumed, and dressed for lunch. It was a nice thrill to dress fully as a woman in cream lingerie, a summer floral dress and kick-on low heeled pale blue shoes. I borrowed Jo’s diamond ear-rings, lovely emerald cut diamond studs, just under a carat each. I also wore a gold band watch along with two bangles and, of course, my ankle chain on in full view of those who saw it. My waist chain was on of course.



Jo wore a pair of chinos, a khaki shirt, socks and canvas shoes and looked super sexy to me. We headed off to lunch, picking up the kids out of school. Lunch was with her family so there was a good party. It was a lovely affair with lots of laughter, joy and, most important of all to us, an acceptance of Jo and me. The family showered presents onto Jo, both serious and frivolous. And we finished with a huge cake and a ‘pinata’ for the ‘kids’ amongst us.



We got back to the cottage with the kids late afternoon and Louise was there working on the garden, by design I hasten to add. The kids greeted her and invited her in for tea with the family and to share in their presents to Joanna. Louise had brought her a nice card, some beautiful flowers, and a present, a book on women in advertising through the ages. Joanna was touched and invited her to dinner with us and with the children. I kept it very simple, some barbecue salmon and salads with a fruit salad, and it allowed Louise and Joanna to really get to know each other.



Louise kept very quiet about the birthday arrangements, as she should but I appreciate it. At one point when Jo was out in the garden with the children, I checked with Louise that she was still ok to proceed.



“Oh yes, I am really looking forward to it. You are such a devil”



“Well just remember all that you have to do, and I have arranged all the reservations and appointments. Remember everything is covered as to payment.”



“Ok, that’s so kind of you.”



Louise gave me a long slow kiss, tongue to tongue.



“Mmmmmm, thanks and I have this for you as a small memento of me for tonight, just for your pleasure if you need a little reminder of me at any time.”



She quickly slipped me this ziplock bag and I could see inside a pair of yellow panties.



“They are the ones that I wore on Tuesday, Mattie.”



“Mmmmm, thank you. Are you still wearing the panties from Wednesday then, those lovely white lacy ones?”



“Oh yes, and at night time too, and I will continue to do so until I change. They will be heavy as I have cum in them five times now with the thought of what is to happen, and I have I also used the gusset to wipe myself after a pee.”



“Good, that is so, so nice of you.”



“I want to fuck you as well, Mattie”



“That’s up to Joanna, but I would love to take you in me though, Louise.”



We had a nice dinner and the children to bed and Louise having left, I gave myself to Joanna across her new whipping bench and the Tower. It was a long and very challenging session, especially as to my naked bottom which was heavily punished before Jo let me cum into her, and only after bringing her close to the final orgasm with the chin dildo she liked me to use on her. But she went to bed happy with her arm over me, dressed in new men’s pyjamas, a very male jock and with me in her old nightie, her favourite one for me to wear for her.



I slept in late and probably this was understandable given Jo’s intensity of exploring her domme side with me yesterday. I struggled to get up and I could feel that my bottom was sore; I went through to the kitchen dressed in my nightie and robe and there were the kids and Jo. A strong espresso and I kicked back into action. Between us all we got some pancakes to the table and the kids went off to their rooms to play.



Joanne and I cleaned up the breakfast things and she gave me a long lingering kiss, apologising to me if she was a little too severe. I said that it was ok and I probably deserved it but, overall, I had enjoyed it and that I loved her so much. However I still had this weekend to come and, at this rate, I could be black and blue by Monday.



She laughed and said that she had a super day on her birthday with the family and even having Louise around for tea and supper had been really nice and what a nice, sexy, girl she was. I watched Jo’s eyes with intent and yes, they were dreamy; maybe she was primed to take Louise given the right chance.



The children left at 10 o clock with their friends; these friends knew about us and were very supportive of our changes. By 10.30, I was being a toilet slave to Jo and by 11, I was in the bath undergoing my daily routine and ensuring my legs were totally clean of any hair. It was quite warm outside so I chose a white bra, white slip and matching bikini panties with an ivory white Peter Pan collared dress with a pleated skirt part to it, along with white heels. I kept make-up to a minimum, except for emphasising my eyes and then used some Lauder Private Collection as a heady floral perfume. For jewelry, just my gold studs and a new gold-styled bracelet I had picked up, allowing I was wearing my Jo necklace and chains.



Joanne, too, dressed simply in a golf shirt, Lauren shorts, golf sock and simple male-like low shoes. I knew she had on one of the Hanro cotton mini-briefs that I had bought her; these were a nice compromise between being very soft and masculine and I knew she would like the style. I also had bought her some of the pyjamas/.She did look very edible dressed as she was and I loved her deeply.



“Wow, you look so cute; you know it is amazing what you have achieved Mattie and your voice is so much higher pitched now, I haven’t told you that have I”



“Thanks, I do love you so much. Let’s get loaded and away.”



I was taking her away for the weekend and we loaded the car and I said that we should take the Stool and the Tower and her new toilet seat to use on me as she wished. The ‘Bench’ was a little heavy to dissemble and reassemble but it would ideal as one of the centre pieces to our new playroom. Joanna agreed and I also allowed her to choose her accessories and goodies from the laundry basket. I gave her a hint that my body could be continued to be used for the weekend totally as she so wished.



We set off just before lunch and had a nice pub lunch on route to our luxury hotel in Malmesbury, near Bath in Wiltshire. Malmesbury was not that far from Bath if we wanted to head in there at any point and was mistakenly famous in history as being where the Duke of Clarence was drowned in 1478 in a butt of drink. That drink was Malmsey, a wine, and not Malmesbury though. We chuckled over the linkage though and hoped there weren’t too many hogs head butts around the hotel.



During dessert, from my clutch bag, I produced one of our small vibrators and, under the table, I gently massaged her through her shorts; Jo bit her top lip and, rightly, accused me of being very naughty.



After lunch, it didn’t take too long to reach this wonderful lower Cotswold manor hotel where all the rooms managed to successfully blend antiques with a contemporary feel. Our room was a sumptuous suite in earthy tone colours with an American style, double-king, colonial bed, lovely soft furnishings and a splendid bathroom again with plenty of room and with a huge claw-bath and a massive shower, ideal for us sharing. We were at the end of a corridor in the old part of the house but we did have, disconcertingly, a connecting door to another room but the receptionist informed us that this room would be unoccupied, so any noise wouldn’t be an issue.



Joanna was really impressed by this place; we had never stayed here before but it was an old work colleague of mine who had mentioned the hotel some months back as being a wonderful spa and also that it had great food. Its reception and public rooms had a Jacobean feel with paneling and huge working fireplaces, and the restaurants looked very nice along with a great bar. There was also a spa and I had booked a manicure along with an outside hairdresser and make-up artist to come in. I wanted to look immaculate for Jo on her birthday. Her present also included a massage and any tonal treatment for that she needed.



We got to the room with the ‘mountain’ of luggage and parcels, again using the same white lie about not wanting to leave goods in the car. We unpacked our clothing and then I called room service for some tea and an early turn down as well as extra pillows. Joanna gave me a long kiss,



“Thank you,this is a lovely place you have found.”



“No problem honey.”



She continued kissing me and started to stroke my bottom in her provocative way of signalling that she wanted to make love.



“Mmmmm, I think that you should save yourself for later. I intend giving you sex like you haven’t had in a long while and especially with a present or two for you.”



She pouted and said,



“You’ll pay for it then?”



“My bottom is still sore from yesterday, honey.”



The tea and extra items for the room arrive and then turn-down. With that out of the way, we assembled the Tower and the Stool and put the Seat in the bathroom.



“I could pee on you now and have you clean me up, Mattie.”



“Just wait until later and your pee will be more and sweeter.”



She laughed,



“Spoilsport.”



I added,



“Maybe, but I just want to check that we have a really nice table for dinner and then my spa sessions are due, as are yours shortly.”



I gave her a small present,



“Open this and you can quietly enjoy yourself while I am gone; you may get that excited as a result of it that you try and take some cute little girl in the spa.”



She opened it and I had assembled a lesbian sex file of various Literotica stories as well as stories involving cuckolding that I knew she would enjoy reading, a new DVD for her, and a small clitoral/urethral heavy steel Unisex vibrator. It was about 10 cm long with a narrow stimulating top of 7mm and then widening to 12mm. She laughed and gave me another kiss. I removed my false boobs in the bathroom, stripped down to my soft bra and panties and left for the reception and the spa, dressed in one of the hotel’s thick white robes.



I went to the reception first and checked off details of my bookings there; all was in order. On over to the wonderful spa and I started by relaxing with a massage followed by a facial and eyebrows and finally someone to varnish my toenails and give me French nails on my hands. This was the first time I had been ‘Frenched’ for Joanna.



I went up to the room again; Joanna was away having her treatments. I ensured that I was clean down under and took a quick shower. I dried and had just slipped on a robe when the hairdresser arrived, followed by the make-up girl. I wanted to look at my best for Jo this evening. My hair was coming down to just short of shoulder length and was very thick. The hairdresser styled it so that it turned inwards at the base, coincidentally a little bit like Louise’s style.



As to make-up, I had chosen slightly darker colours than I normally used both in terms of my foundation and around my eyes. A very dark mascara and eye shadow to really emphasise my eyes using Les Regards de Chanel as my palette so that the effect was almost rather Middle Eastern in nature. And finally Chanel Coco lipstick and lip-liner applied in a burnt red Ballet Russe colour. I put the palette, lipsticks and a lip refresher, Soins Tendres de Levres, into my clutch bag for tonight.



Joanna came back to the room in her robe and slippers just as the make-up girl was leaving.



“That was truly wonderful, Mattie. The refreshments and tea were sensational as well.”



“I agree with you, Jo. What did you have done?”



“Well a massage and facial.”



“Like me.”



“Followed by a manicure and a plain varnish as you would guess. And then I had a Brazilian wax if that is ok. I just wanted to be really smooth around my pussy for you tonight.”



“You know I will love that, you tease.”



She chose her clothes and went off into the bathroom,



“What are you wearing tonight, honey,” she asked from inside the bathroom.



“You will have to wait and see, but something new.”



I pulled out my new charcoal corset, along with the panties, stockings and my green dress and my black ballet style pumps as I didn’t want to be that much higher than Jo.



I took off my robe and looked at my boobs and their little bumps and clearly obvious swelling of my pink nipples. “Well, here goes, my new freedom.” I thought.



I got into the corset and managed the first clips and the lacing. I moved it around me into position and tightened the lacing a bit. Then I went over to the bathroom door, partly opened it and asked Joanna.



“I am not going to turn around and show you this yet, but could you tighten my lacing for me?”



“No problem, honey, it’s a lovely colour.”



She tightened me up and I could feel the spare laces hanging down my bottom.



“There we are.”



And she slapped me playfully on my cheeks.



“Thanks, Jo; I will be about 10 minutes.”



“That’s ok, me too. Love you”



I rolled on the stockings up my legs and fitted them to the four black garters, adjusting the tautness of the garter so that was tighter, and then I donned the panties. This looked good. Into the dress I got and I felt a million dollars; it really looked good. A last minute tidy up and I pulled out and put on my jewellery; the diamond engagement ring, my pinkie, and the diamond ear studs. I left my watch off and instead put the Tiffany style diamond bracelet that Jo’s mother had lent me. In addition, I chose two platinum bracelets that I had the jeweller adapt for me. These were nice, plain band bracelets but I had him hang a secondary matching ring off each bracelet to hint at bondage and, hence, my subservience to Jo.



A spray of Coco I thought was the most apt perfume for this evening and I was ready.



Jo emerged from the bathroom and looked stunning. She wore a black trouser suit and a new, obviously expensive, cream silk blouse. Black hose and a slight heel on her black brogues. She actually had on a little jewelry, gold studs, a plain gold band necklace and her gold watch. She had used some light make-up and a natural lipstick, and some Chanel Crystalle perfume. I loved it and was first to say “Wow. You look ravishing.”



“And what about you, Mattie, what can I say?”



“Give us a twirl”



I flounced my dress around for her.



“Sensational, the best that you have ever looked. You look a stunner this evening.”



Then she noticed my boob line, “You are not wearing your falsies tonight.”



“No honey, this is my first time that I am myself. I thought we should celebrate that they are on their way and that my nipples really are showing, so my corset has been slightly modified with a padding to give me an AA or maybe an A cup and I think that my ruffled neckline really helps my limited décolletage.”

“You ready to order?”



The waitress fixed me with a sweet smile that vanished fast. Her nimble fingers darted into place to brush a stray strand of blonde hair from her cornflower-blue eyes. She shifted uneasily from foot to foot, and I looked her over.



She wore tight cutoff blue jeans that ended mid-thigh, with a low-cut white tank top showing the hint of a black bra strap. She showed just enough cleavage to get a few tips.



I knew I had enough gas to make it home. I could spare some cash.



“The Reuben looks good,” I told her. “Think I could get some sweet tea with that?”





She brought her notepad up to hide her face, and jotted down my order.



“Coming right up,” she said. Her voice wavered just a bit on the last syllable, with that Missouri twang bending her tongue.



When she turned to walk away, I saw the lacy pink fringe of a pair of panties just peeking up out of the top of her low-slung shorts. My eyes followed the motions of her ass. A smile crept onto my face.



I’d heard good things about Chesterfield’s women. It was a small town, they told me, but everybody was friendly with each other. I only had a few more miles to go before I got back on the path to Chicago, and I’d promised myself I’d stay off the highways. I wasn’t in a hurry, so I could stay a while longer.



364 days of the year, give or take a week or two of vacation time, I worked my way through forms and submissions for a big-name publishing house on Fullerton Avenue—the same one, in fact, that had sent me my first rejection letter back when I was a student. Even when I wasn’t in the office, fighting to keep coffee stains out of the mountains of hastily typed manuscript pages that the bosses sent my way, I hung out in the cafes and coffee shops downtown, typing out short stories and chapters of my latest novel.



This time, it was a meeting with a company representative down in Saint Louis that had called me away from my desk, giving me four days to sort out affairs and make my way back and forth. The meeting ended on the second day, so I’d decided to treat the third as an unofficial vacation, taking in the little outlying towns that surrounded the city. Just as well, it was the first day in months that I’d put off cranking out my typical 1,000 daily words on the latest novel.



The trip down South had done me good. The last time I’d caught a look at my reflection in a rest house mirror, the Southern summer had left its marks on my normally fair skin, and my shock of dark brown hair had been blown across my forehead by the wind, barely obscuring my heavy dark eyebrows. I wore a pair of dark-washed denim jeans, a button-up charcoal shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and pale brown wingtip shoes. For one day, I would be nothing more than an anonymous traveler with the sun in his eyes and the wind in his hair, and that suited me fine.



I was digging into my lunch 15 minutes later, when a fleshy-sounding smack made me turn my head.



“Staying out of trouble, Kara?” I heard a soft, sultry voice ask.



A woman strode into the room, just over 30, and dressed in a tight-fitting black dress. She was standing just by the woman who had brought me my food, who was blushing girlishly and rubbing her backside.



“Yes, Miss Maggie,” Kara answered, fighting to suppress a fit of giggles.



“Gotta keep my eye on you,” the older woman said, giving Kara’s ass another playful smack as she walked away.



The older woman, Maggie, stopped in her tracks for a moment and beckoned to Kara.



“Give me a kiss, girl,” she ordered, pointing to the dimple in her cheek.



Kara’s blush deepened, but she tiptoed over and obeyed, pecking her cheek.



“That’s it,” she said, satisfied. “I’ll see you at home tonight, right?”



“Yes, Miss Maggie,” Kara replied obediently.



“Good girl,” Maggie said, and walked away.



I took in Maggie’s face and slim frame before she walked away. Her eyes were deep green, and her hair was an elegant tangle of dark chestnut curls pinned in a bun at the back of her head, forming a perfect contrast to her pale skin. Her hands were slim and nimble, with long, red-painted nails on each finger. Her hips swayed gracefully when she walked, and when she turned her back, every man in the place instinctively looked over to drink in the sight of her.



My gaze lingered a little too long. Just before leaving through the door that led into the kitchen, she looked over her shoulder, and our eyes met. I felt my face flush in embarrassment, but she just winked back at me.



“You new in town, man?” someone at the next table over asked.



“Yeah,” I replied. “Just passing through on my way back home.”



“I saw you checking her out. Everybody does, but that look on your face…” His voice trailed off, and he shook his head in amusement. “Don’t you worry none, though. She has that effect on everybody”.



I grinned sheepishly and took a sip of sweet tea.



“Who is she?” I asked.



“Her name’s Magnolia Hayes, but everybody calls her Maggie. She’s owned this place for near on a decade now, and I heard she waited tables here before that. ‘Course, that was before she had it named after herself.”



I looked down at my menu. Magnolia’s, it said, with a stylized drawing of a little white flower under it. I’d seen the word on the sign, but I never connected it with a name.



“She likes to flirt,” the man said offhandedly. “Guess she picked it up when she was waiting. She’s a sweet lady though. And with all the business this place does, I figure she’s gotta be one of the richest people in Chesterfield. She’s doing favors for people all the time.”



Magnolia returned, catching me in the middle of another sip of tea.



“Everything alright, stranger?” she asked me as she walked over to my table, smiling a friendly smile.



“Best I’ve had all week,” I told her, meaning every word. “Everybody told me I had to give this place a try when I had a chance.”



“I remember faces easy,” she said. “I know I’ve never seen you in here before. You on the road?”



I nodded, taking another bite of my sandwich. “On my way back to Chicago. I got time, though. Figured I might as well enjoy the trip,” I said.



She nodded approvingly. “That’s what I like to hear. You got a name, honey?”



“Jack. Jack McPherson,” I said.



“I’m…” she began.



“…Magnolia,” I finished.



She raised an eyebrow. “Most people around here call me ‘Maggie’, but hell…I like the way you say it,” she said.



I smiled back.



“Well, Jack, welcome to the South. Hope you don’t have to leave too soon,” she said.



I followed the motions of her shapely hips as she strode from the room. This time she didn’t catch me.



*****



I spent all day downtown, taking in the shops and bars and couples on Main Street. By the time I made it back to my car, the sun had long since gone down. It was a little past 7. If I’d been home, I knew, I’d have eaten dinner by then. There was no way in hell I’d make it back home by the end of the night. If I hit the highway right then, I’d have to try my luck with the dingy roadside motel. Sitting there in the driver’s seat, I thought it over.



An old woman behind the cashier at a sweet shop gave me directions to the nearest motel. The town only had one, as I found out. By the time I made it there, its nine rooms were filled and its neon lights were dimming.



I sighed to myself. My car’s clock read “8:00″. If I wanted to make it to another hotel, I’d at least need a cup of coffee first. With that in mind, I backed out of the motel parking lot and retraced the way back to Magnolia’s.



Just a cup of coffee, I told myself. Just a cup of coffee.



The place was nearly empty when I strode through the doors. A few waitresses took up spots on vacant tables, savoring the chance to unwind at the end of their shifts. Kara was at one, with a pen in her hand, scrawling something in the pages of a beat-up black notebook. She seemed startled when I caught her eye, but she softened up when I waved at her. She grinned back, gave me a shy wave and buried herself in her notes again.



It barely took me a minute to get a table. I’d only just sat down when a familiar face came over to take my order.



“Back so soon, stranger?” Magnolia said, arching one eyebrow.



“I’ll be out of your hair soon. I just need a cup of coffee before I hit the road,” I said.



“You sure about that?” she asked. “It’s getting dark out.”



“I already tried the motel. They were filled up, just my luck.”



Magnolia waved the remark aside. “Aw, hell. Let me let you in on a little unwritten rule: that place is just for show. We’re friendly around here. If a stranger ever needs a place to stay, he’s just gotta ask.”



Was that an offer? For a moment, I didn’t know what to say.



“What, not used to Southern hospitality?” she asked.



“I couldn’t make you do that,” I told her. “And there are plenty of places on the road.”



She chuckled. “Oh, I think my place is a few notches up from that. And I got room. Don’t know if anybody’s told you, but I’ve got the biggest house in half the county. I think I got more than enough room for you. What do you say?”



My eyes travelled over her face, taking in her easy grin, her dark piercing eyes, and her soft, dimpled cheeks. I might never see her again after tonight. I wanted to save that snapshot as long as I could.



“My car’s out front,” I told her. “Think you could show me the way?”



*****



I found my way to her house, where the manicured lawns of the rest of the town gave way to clusters of tall oak trees and mats of thick overgrown grass. The moon was full, and I could make out the outline of the house easy against the darkening sky: wide, white-columned, and with windows full of warm lamplight. It sat solitary in the little clearing, far away from the prying eyes of the neighborhood.



Magnolia’s black car was already parked in the driveway. I took the spare spot on the curb, got out and walked over to the door, a backpack filled with one night’s worth of spare clothes slung over my shoulder.



Magnolia opened the door to greet me before I had a chance to knock. She held a little glass tumbler in her hand, filled with just a splash of what looked like bourbon. “Hey, stranger. I was just having a drink. Should I make that two?”



I nodded. “Thanks. Just let me get my stuff inside.”



I walked through the door. As soon as I got a look at my luxurious surroundings, everything seemed right with the world.



Everything in her living room smelled like polished wood. A crystal chandelier tinkled softly as it spun in place on the ceiling. A fine black leather couch took up the better part of the floor, just in front of an elegantly carved oak coffee table. A glass tumbler and a just-opened bottle of bourbon rested on the table.



Magnolia showed me into the spare room at the top of the stairs. Next to it, there was a second spare room with the door open just a crack. In the second room, I caught a glimpse of a blonde-haired woman leaning back in bed with her face buried in a notebook, pens and highlighters strewn all around the sheets. It was Kara.



I let my gaze linger on her face a second too long before she sprang up from the bed, shocked to see me, and bounded over to shut the door.



I brushed off the embarrassment and moved over to dump my pack on the bed in my room.



“Looks like you met Kara,” Magnolia said knowingly when I came down the stairs. She was sprawled back on the couch, just filling her glass again.



“Are you two related?” I asked her.



“No, she just moved in a few years ago after her mama passed. She’s a sweet girl, but she’s shy as hell. She’s working her way through school at the university now. I figured a job and a place to sleep were the least I could give her.” Magnolia gestured to the empty glass tumbler on the table. “Feel like joining me for a drink, Jack?” she asked.



She didn’t have to ask twice.



I poured myself a finger of bourbon, and Magnolia pointed to the spot on the couch right beside her. We clinked our glasses together and took a sip in unison.



“Good stuff,” I murmured.



“Hell, you’re just passing through. I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again. Might as well make the one night worth it,” Magnolia said.



“Simple words. But they’re good to live by,” I agreed.



She put a hand to one cheek. “Aw, now you’re just flattering me,” she said.



“It’s why you run a café, isn’t it? A meal, a cup of coffee, an hour sitting at a table… It’s a simple thing, but it makes a man happy.”



“I guess you got a point there, Jack.” She took a sip of bourbon. “Didn’t have all that on my mind when I started out, though. The waiting job was all I had. I just figured I had to make something out of it after I’d been at it a while.”



“How long were you there?”



“Nine years,” she answered. “About as long as I’ve been in this town. About as long as I was married before that.”



“Married?”



“It’s ancient history now,” she told me. “He was a bastard. And he was a big shot in the last town I lived in. I was practically a kid when we got hitched. After I cut it off, he just laughed in my face. He thought I’d be living in a gutter without him. With the restaurant, though…” A malicious little smirk crossed her lips, just for a second.



“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” I said.



“We don’t have many secrets in this town, you’ll find. And it’s just ancient history now. Nothing but the future to worry about now. What about you? You got a girl waiting for you up North?”



I thought on it. “It’s been a while since I did. I don’t think about it a lot. What the hell, though? I’m a big city boy. There’s always somebody out there. And the nights get cold up North. It’s always good to have someone to sleep next to.”



She took another sip and worked it around on her tongue, thinking her words over. “I guess I gotta think on it sometimes. It makes being the girl on top in this town that much sweeter,” she said.



“The girl on top? Is that what they say about you?”



Magnolia smirked. “They say a lot of things about me in this town.”



My heart sped up as she fixed her green eyes on me.



“Nine years of a bad marriage does funny things to you,” she said. “After it was over, I had to promise myself I’d take the reins in everything I did. That I’d never let anyone else take control. If anything happens, I’ll always be in control.”



Slowly, she reached her hand over and brushed it across my thigh.



I stared at her. “Control?”



Her lips curled.



“Your mind going places?” she teased. “Sometimes it can be a real fun ride. Just lying back and letting someone else guide you.”



She stood up and walked over to the stairs, her hips swaying gracefully under the thin black silk of her dress. Before she walked up the steps, she turned back and looked over her shoulders, grinning mischievously in my direction. “I’ll be here all night. Invitation’s open. All you have to do is knock,” she said. With that, she walked out of the room and out of sight.



*****



I looked at my watch. It was two hours past midnight.



I didn’t bother to undress before I climbed into bed, but I took my shoes and socks off. I didn’t plan on sleeping, but I had to rest my feet after a long day of walking through town.



With the door open a crack, I saw a narrow shaft of light from a room just down the hall. Magnolia was awake, I knew. She wasn’t planning on sleeping either.



I took deep breaths, concentrating on slowing my heartbeat. I wouldn’t look nervous when I went to her.



Slowly, I climbed out of bed, tiptoed over to the door of the guestroom and opened it. Close by, I heard Magnolia chuckle.



The voice didn’t come from the bedroom, but from the living room below me. When I looked down the stairs, I saw her sprawled out on the couch with a book in her hand, still wearing her black silk dress.



“Didn’t think you’d last that long, honey,” she said. “Any longer, and I’d have had to come in there and wake you up myself.”



I smiled at that.



“Well, don’t just stand there,” she said impatiently. “Come on down. Let’s get a good look at you.”



I made my way down the staircase. One step at a time, one breath at a time.



She gestured to the seat beside her on the couch. “Alright, now sit down,” she said.



Her voice was soft and breathy, with all the quiet authority of an old-fashioned schoolmistress. As soon as I heard it, I couldn’t help but obey. I sat down, and she drew herself up to full height, tossing her book aside.



“Stay there. Eyes straight ahead. I mean it.” She walked around behind the couch, running her soft fingers across the nape of my neck as she went. I shivered as goosebumps spread across my neck, and she chuckled softly.



She leaned over to whisper in my ear. “Now, just remember: you ever get uncomfortable, you just gotta say the word. Say stop, and I’ll stop. Other than that, everything from now on happens on my terms, and my terms only. You got that?”



I nodded.



“Good,” she said sweetly, satisfied with herself. “Now, first things first. Take off your shirt.”



I began unbuttoning my charcoal black shirt eagerly, my fingers shaking as I fumbled with the white plastic buttons.



“Not so fast,” she said. “Slowly. I want to enjoy this. We got all night.”



I obeyed, and took my time. The cold black leather of the couch struck my bare skin as I peeled off my shirt and cast it to the ground. I felt vulnerable, now—exposed. But somehow, Magnolia’s soothing voice made it alright.



There was a mischievous edge in her voice now. “That’s good for now,” she said. “The rest comes later.”



I heard her shoes clacking against the floorboards. She had to be wearing high heels. Then I felt her hand on my bare shoulder, and I breathed in sharply. “Shhhhh…” she cooed. “Nothing to be afraid of. You’re in good hands, now.”



I nodded, nervously.



“Little bit of fear’s good, though. Gets the heart racing nice and fast.” She walked back around the couch to face me, a long black scarf in her hand. “Now hold your arms out, close together.”



I obeyed, and she wrapped the scarf around my wrists, tying them together and pulling the scarf tight with one elegant knot. It was made from a light, velour-like material, and it felt soft and silky against my skin. When I tried to spread my wrists they wouldn’t budge an inch.



She laughed, softly, when she saw me trying. “I use ropes and handcuffs on some of my boys, but this works just as well. Besides, you ain’t going anywhere, are you?”





I shook my head, and she chuckled with satisfaction.



“Thought so. Now on your feet, baby. We’re going to the bedroom. Now the fun really starts.” She put a hand on my back to steady me as I got to my feet, guiding me by the shoulder as I made my way over to the staircase.



One step at a time, one breath at a time. But it was hard to keep my breath slow with the sound of those heels echoing against the stairs with every step.



After what seemed like hours, we made it to the top of the staircase.



“Third door on the right,” she said. “You’ll know it when you see it. I got it all ready for us.”



I passed the guestroom, where my backpack and my car keys were still thrown haphazardly on the bedside table. Then I passed Kara’s room, with the door still shut tight. At Maggie’s room, the door was open wide enough to let out a thin shaft of soft light. As I drew closer, I saw tightly-packed rows of white candles perched atop desks and bedside tables, their flames wavering slightly as Maggie threw open the door.



A wide four-poster bed with dark purple silk sheets stood out in the center of the room.



It was a Queen-sized bed. Big enough for two.



“Now lie down on your back. Get comfortable while you can,” she whispered in my ear.



I turned to face Magnolia at the foot of the bed. She stayed by the door, her hands on her hips. Her grin was growing cockier by the minute. She knew she had me right where she wanted me.

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