Turkish surprise pt2 Despite all my previous orgasms that day I managed to squirt a fair amount of the gooey stuff inside her hot sweet pussy. I was exhausted and really needed to rest but she had other ideas. ‘Just lie on your back’ my Mistress, as I was rapidly coming to think of her as, told me. I complied and she moved over me to present her soaking, cum filled pussy to my mouth. ‘Drink it, lick my cum filled pussy and see if you can satisfy your Domme once again’ I drove my face into her pussy and licked/drank the salty mix of her and my cum swallowing it down as fast as I could. I then felt a tongue swirl around the head of my cock before engulfing it, sucking and swirling as it did. I realised by the position of her body that it wasn’t Chris that was cleaning my cock and it therefore had to be one of the men, but it felt so nice I really didn't care. There wasn't a cat in hells chance of me getting hard again, but then I realised that was not what was supposed to happen. I was being cleansed and soothed in a most delightful fashion. I gently licked and sucked on Chris’s swollen and puffy lips, gently tugging on her clit until, with a sigh, she came on my face eliciting a fresh emission of her sweet pussy juice into my ready mouth. After a brief rest and a sluice down with warm soapy water, we dressed and returned to our room. We both fell asleep on the bed, fully clothed, until I woke and realised it was time for our evening meal. I woke Chris and, thanks to a pretty relaxed dress code, we were in the restaurant in no time at all. I tried to ask her what the hell this afternoon was all about, was it a role play game that got carried away, etc. She shussed me and said that this was not the venue to discuss such matters, giving me a look that brokered no arguments. I made small talk over the meal talking about sights we might visit and she responded with shopping she’d like to do, just like, I imagine every other couple in the restaurant. We finished our meals and enjoyed the hospitality of the bar until midnight. Throughout the evening I saw her eyes scanning the room looking at everyone and assessing their interactions with anyone they were with. I just put this down to her being a senior manager with HR responsibilities. When the bar shut and we were both quite tipsy we made our way back to the room. Once there she pulled me close and reached into my trousers and started to stroke my soft cock. I told her that I didn't think there was any life in the old man after what she had put me through this afternoon and what the hell was it all about anyway? ‘Pour me a drink, take your clothes off and sit on the patio. I thought you’d got it worked out by now but it's obvious I am going to have to lay it out for you.’ Once again, I complied, quickly stripping naked and getting her a G&T and myself a whisky before heading out onto the balcony where she was sat, naked. ‘Right, this is how it is and this is how it's going to be. I'm a Domme who wants a pleasure sub to do whatever I want. That is you! I told you earlier that I recognised your latent submissive side and that's why you’re with me, and, by the way, that's why we’re here, this is my training ground for new subs. I've brought several out here, some made the grade, others didn’t and I cut them loose. One misbehaved so much and so badly that I had to have him punished time and again. After two weeks of having him restrained, beaten and humiliated, I realised he was a pain submissive and that's what he craved. I sold him to a gay brothel down the road for which he thanked me, I think he’s still there if you'd like to meet him’ I was stunned. ‘I was right though wasn't I. You took all the new experiences this afternoon and, by the end you enjoyed sucking and swallowing your sperm out of my dirty used cunt, you even enjoyed Bruno cleaning up your cock! And don't think I didn't notice the bit of anal play. No, I think you will make a very good sub for me but,if you don't, I may find someone else to take care of my needs and someone else who's needs you can take care of. We’re quite a close knit community and I can think of several ladies, and men, who would use your submissiveness in a very different and infinitely more painful way.” This sent my brain off in a very different and frightening way. I knew I could just get on a flight back home, change my number etc and never see her again so how could she make what were, after all, threats. But she could, she was right, she had tapped into my submissive side and I wanted to be her pleasure sub. After getting into bed we both fell asleep too tired to do anything. ‘Naughty’ but I couldn't quiet my brain rolling her comments about her handing me over to someone else if I wasn't up to her requirements and her comment about ‘selling’ the pain sub struck deep in my psyche. We woke the following morning and set a sightseeing schedule for the day with no mention of the previous day's activities. We got back later in the day, had a shower together where I was allowed to wash her body and take her from behind to a satisfying, mutual, orgasm before we went to the bar. The evening went nicely, talking to several couples and singles with a bit of dancing to the disco both as a couple and with the partners of couples sat round the table. I wasn't surprised by Chris dirty dancing with Will, the male half of a couple from Belgium, grinding her groin into his and then turning and grinding her arse into him while his hands copped a good feel of her mellifluous tits through her quite skimpy top. I wondered if he knew the dangerous territory he was straying into? I danced with Margie, Wills young wife and made sure I got as good as she did. I was amazed when I groped her nipples and found they were pierced with large rings, even more surprised when my hand slit down to her cunt and found the same to be true on/into her clit. I returned to the table and we continued socialising as if nothing had happened but I knew Chris had seen me seeing her and I was reasonably certain that she had seen my illicit activity with Margie. Hey what's good for the goose is good for the gander, or in this case the other way round. The evening ended and we gave each other goodnight kisses, both of which lasted a little longer and involved more tongues than was proper, especially when the ladies said goodbye. Chris was quite quiet as we walked back to the room and I tried to lift the mood by saying what a lovely night we had had, and how nice Will and Margie were. I got nothing back from her on the walk back to the room, not a word or gesture of affection. Basically I knew I'd fucked up it was just the depth of the shit I was in that I couldn't fathom. Once we hit the room she went berserk, ‘You don't hit on anyone without my say so. I will select your sexual partners if I deem you deserve them. What did think, you fucking idiot, you’re going have to be taught a lesson, if you hadn't screwed tonight up we’d have Will and Margie up here right now shagging them till the sparrows flew home. Your rampant cock has got you into major trouble and your going to pay you slut.’ I was terrified, I knew, with her contacts around here that, if she chose, the rest of my life could be made incredibly worse. I tried to remonstrate with her but she would have none of it. ‘Strip sub, kneel and put your hands on the floor and present your unfaithful arse for punishment’ I'd lost this one and so just said ‘Yes Mistress’ as I quickly striped and laid on the floor with my arse presented to her for the punishment I knew I deserved. I heard her going through her belongings but dare not look around to see what she was doing. After a sort time I felt my mistresses hand on my backside. ‘Take this you slut and enjoy it’. I knelt there, wondering what the hell was going to happen. The first thing I felt was something large and cold being inserted into my arse. The pain flared at the head of the anal plug plunged into my hole, stretching and hurting me to the degree that I cried out. ‘Shut up, it's your own fault, I am your Mistress and if I want you to feel someone up in a sexual way I will arrange it and direct you to do so. Now stay there and let that butt plug open you up. I haven’t finished yet you cunt.’ I knelt there as the pain slowly started to subside and I got used to the feeling of being so full. I wondered what she was up to but dare not look around, she was royally pissed off with me and I didn’t want to give her any cause to punish me further. Mainly because I didn't know how she would escalate my punishment and she’d already made it clear that I could expect worse before the night was over. I could hear her rooting about in her luggage but I had no idea what she was looking for. I heard her exclaim her delight at her success in her search. ‘Stand up, slut, but keep facing the wall, I don't want your dirty eyes on me, your not worthy to look at me.’ I did as I was instructed, feeling the plug move in my rectum causing unaccustomed feelings in my butt and a stirring in my groin. I felt her move behind me and her breath was in my ear as she reached round and took my cock in her hand. With a swift movement, her other hand came round holding a cock shaped basket with straps attached. She pushed my cock into the wire cock and pulled the straps round my waist where it was secured with what sounded like a padlock. The effect of this restraint was to force my cock downwards and to exert strong pressure on both my balls and the base of my cock. ‘That's on till the morning, you deserve worse , and it won't be long before it does get worse!’ Continued in pt3