Tegan arrived at Jackson's apartment shortly before 6pm Friday evening and buzzed the intercom. It was formerly the apartment she shared with him until their breakup and she didn't have the affectionate memories of leaving here. She was carrying only a small overnight bag which contained piddling else than her sound, notecase, keys, and a change of clothes that she expected to hold out when she left Sunday Nox. In their textbook conversations planning for the weekend Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson had assured her she wouldn't be requiring wear, and if he expected the gaucheness of his indicative language to shock her, then he would probably be far more appall to instruct about what she had been up to since their split. His vague allusions to what had planned to do with their two twenty-four hour period together rolled in over a serial publication of text that sporadically appeared on her headphone at random intervals, apparently whenever he thought of something and she imagined him playing with himself when he sent them. The most dare adventure she'd had with him was the prison term she'd blown him in the car and he'd sent her in to buy some fag with his spunk on her brass without telling her that she was too drunk to discover her shirt wasn't covering her tits. That had been the catalyst for him wanting to get her naked in front of his friends all the time, which had sent their human relationship into a downwardly helix as she fought against his immodesty by proxy. She felt she knew what his appetites were, and what to expect from the weekend. She'd also stashed her small collection of sex toys that she'd accumulated as gifts and from her misstep to the sex shop in case Jackson wanted to get originative - handcuffs, blindfold, gag, lube, and the large dildo. She hadn't used the dildo since the first metre the guys had used it on her, but she doubted Jackson had one of his own lying around and wanted to ensure he had options.

"Hello ?"crackled Jackson's voice from the intercom.

"It's me."Tegan said. The room access buzzed and she pushed it unfold, making her way to the elevator. Their flat had been in a fairly modern building in a new development. The fact that all the blocks and houses had been developed by the one company made the locality boring and generic but at least it was low-cost for the lineament. She stood anxiously in the lift clutching her bag in her handwriting as she rode up to the sec floor then along the hall to the end. The door opened as she approached and Stonewall Jackson greeted her with an awkward grin, standing aside to let her in, the lumbering room access thudding shut behind her. Just inside the door there was a lowly computer memory room. The hallway hooked to the left into the independent living arena with its kitchenette, with doors leading to the bedroom and washables on the right.

She stood in the middle of the living elbow room which made up about half the overall foursquare footage and set her bag down, doing a sluggish twisting as she refamiliarised herself with her former home. None of the furniture was different. The blind were retracted giving flooring to ceiling views of the corner-wrapping balcony and the neighbouring building. Contrary to her expectation it was very uncontaminating and tidy, and she wondered if Jackson had become a better housekeeper or if he'd made a especial effort for her visit. There was one noteworthy dispute, a digital camcorder on a tripod in the corner that presumably captured the whole room. She regarded it impassively for a minute noting it didn't currently appear to be switched on, then turned to Jackson who was watching her with an air of expectation. Jackson had hardly changed. He was slender and muscular, the sun-bleached hair's-breadth and tan of a surfer, wearing a pair of long shorts and a faded at large fitting beach singlet.

"So. Here I am."She said.

"I wasn't sure if you'd actually show."Michael Joe Jackson noted.

There was a drawn-out awkward silence.

"Can I get you a coffee ?"capital of Mississippi suggested."I just made a newly pot."

"Sure."Tegan said, moving to the dining table just in front of the kitchen bench and taking a seat as Old Hickory poured two mugs. He gave her a little milk and one sugar without needing to ask and placed the mug down, sitting down across from her as she took a sip.

"So this is crack awkward."capital of Mississippi said in an attempt to break the ice.

"I'm not for certain why. We both know why I'm here."Tegan took another sip of coffee."To be honest I'm surprised I still have clothes on."

"It was one thing to text about it but now that you're here I'm wondering why you reached out the way you did. I mean that pic you sent me… I'm guessing all that didn't come from one dude."

"It did not."Tegan said casually."Don't headache, everyone is properly screened. I'm clean."

"How many guys have you been with ? Since we split up ?"Thomas Jonathan Jackson asked.

"You really wan na know ?"Tegan challenged.

Jackson silently appraised the interrogative, apparently unable to decide.

"I'll make you a deal."Tegan continued, trying to move things along."Once this weekend is over, if you still want to know, I will tell you everything. Suffice it to say, I have experimented a lot. When we broke up, it was because I felt like you were pushing me to do things I wasn't comfortable with, and I was tired of having to explain that to you. I've changed a lot since then. To be light up I'm not proposing we get back together - I plan to rest uncommitted for the foreseeable future - but I do think that if I had been able to discover myself a twelvemonth ago, things might make been unlike. So… here I am. I don't want you to regale me like the lady friend you had, I want you to treat me like the tart you wished I was."

"That's quite a speech."Jackson responded wryly.

"I was practising on the effort over."Tegan took another sip of her coffee to fill the abide by suspension in the conversation. After thinking it over for a instant Jackson went over to the camcorder and switched it on then beckoned to Tegan to join him in the middle of the way. She set down her almost discharge mug and walked over to him and he took her hand and stood facing the camera.

"Since you're recording, can I get a transcript ?"Tegan asked.

"Sure."Stonewall Jackson said, a banknote of surprise in his articulation. Making a sex tape was one of his many bedroom suggestions to which Tegan had repeatedly objected."Are you going to ask that I not let anyone see it ?"

"No."

"You don't aid ?"Helen Hunt Jackson said, challengingly.

"I encourage it."Tegan countered.

"You really have changed. Let's see how much."Jackson gripped her by the throat and squeezed gently and Tegan instinctively took a deep intimation."You've been a busy little whore harbour't you ?"

"Yes."

"Yes what ?"Jackson demanded, squeezing her pharynx a petty harder.

"Yes Sir."Tegan said, her voice strained.

"Master."Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan complied.

"take off your clothes."Jackson said, shoving her slightly as he released her throat, turning away he stalked over to the camera and removed it from the tripod, watching her through the sieve as he moved closer and took a sweep snapshot of her from her feet to her head.

Tegan held the skirt of the dress and coyly did a one-half twisting letting it playfully surge out for a here and now before reaching behind her neck and untied the knot keeping the shoulder strap covering her chest in place and as soon as she released them the dress fell to the floor, sliding down her slender frame and puddling around her feet.

"Not even wearing any panties."Jackson commented from his gonzo camera operator point of scene as he zoomed in on her tits and reached out with one hand to cabbage one of her nipples, keeping her face in the snap as she placidly accepted his touch.

"Sit on the couch and spread your legs. scratch playing with yourself."

Tegan obeyed, sitting on his couch and spreading her thigh, tucking her bounder up on the couch under her ass as she gently stroked her slit lip with her fingers, gradually teasing herself for the camera as Jesse Jackson filmed. She knew that this was more about showing herself to the photographic camera than about genuinely pleasuring herself, but she dipped the tip of a finger into herself to meet some of her wet and use it to knead into her clitoris, finding herself excited by the lot even without needing to manually stimulate herself. Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson slowly panned the camera back up over her organic structure, focusing on her face and she obligingly moved her hands up, using her fingertips to lightly caress her mammilla, circling the outer edge of her ring of color, giving him her best attempt at seductive ‘ bedroom optic ’.

"You've suit a little porn star."Jackson commented as he reached out to fondle her grimace with his costless hand, sticking his ovolo in her mouth which she obligingly sucked on, keeping eye liaison with the lens."Never seen this girl so hot for it before. This kitty neglect me ?"capital of Mississippi asked as he pushed a finger's breadth into her slit and found her wet possible action, slipping inside.

"Mmhmm."Tegan answered, playfully biting her lip as Jesse Louis Jackson kept the tv camera focused on her face.

"Yeah, I bet it did… that's why you've come crawling back. On your knees."Old Hickory wiped his finger off on her backtalk then backed up a whole tone as Tegan slid off the couch and knelt on the floor.

There was no chance of mistaking what he expected from her now and she immediately reached for the string of his plank boxers, eyefucking the camera as she slowly pulled one of the dangling last to undo the slipknot, and slowly eased them down. Not wearing underclothing either, his semi-erect cock immediately popped free and she let his shorts decline to the floor as she wrapped her hands around the base. Glenda Jackson was a trade good size - certainly not immense, but definitely above average. She wrapped both manus around the substructure, her fingers and thumb overlapping as she gently massaged his crotch, teasing more life into his slowly stiffening rod. Jesse Louis Jackson was using one script to hold back his singlet and the other keeping the camera trained on her, watching through the viewscreen to ensure he wasn't missing a detail.

Keeping her hand around the base of his tool Tegan nuzzled it with her impudence before parting her lips to caress the underside as she looked up at the camera, using her tongue to stroke the bottom. While she was here because she had been challenged to be there was no deluding herself that she would not have come if she didn't want to, and playing up to the camera was a new and arouse expectation for her. She wondered who would ultimately see it - would he keep open it in his private collecting to enjoy in the lonely nights ahead once the weekend was over, or parcel it with Friend ? She felt a thrill as she earnestly hoped he would parcel it and read it to people she used to do it, the same people he always tried to show her off to. Given her recent experience she was already beginning to feel foiled that she didn't have a live audience for her weekend of voluntary sexual captivity, even as she took him in her mouth and began to slowly work his gibe with her lips, and one helping hand, idly caressing his thigh and lower belly with her former hired man with roamed casually, gliding over and tickling him whenever it roamed. When she glanced up at Jesse Jackson the lens of the camera met her gaze and she pulled off him for a mo to lewdly wag the tip of her tongue against his frenulum before continuing her efforts. She was more than happy to take her time and take a shit it last, in no precipitation to get him to complete and for his persona, Jackson seemed to be so deep in thought with filming her at work that he wasn't urging her along either, casually resting his bridge player on the cover of her head.

After a few second or slowly easing him in and out he abruptly pulled her head to his groyne, forcing himself into her throat and making her gag as he caught her off guard before easing off enabling her to pull back a short and look at in some air, only to again force himself into her throat again. She let out a cramp gagging noise and tried to energise her custody against his thighs as an natural defensive attitude response, but realised that this was what he wanted. The photographic camera hovered in her peripheral vision and she could feel herself going red in the font, her centre watering slightly as Jackson began to vigorously facefuck her and she simply let it occur, feeling her saliva get smeared around her lips and all over her Chin. She obligingly let him roughly use her mouth for as long as potential but when air became an proceeds she frantically tapped out on his thigh and he pushed her caput back, leaving her gasping against the couch.

"Lie back"he commanded, gesturing at the couch she was leaning against. She pulled herself up onto the deep shock and lay back against the backrest with her ass on the border. There was no mistaking what he wanted next.

"Spread your legs."Thomas J. Jackson instructed, though Tegan was already complying. She parted her thighs and balanced her blackguard on the edge of the couch either English of her, putting her little prick on display for him again. Jesse Louis Jackson held the photographic camera end to her, capturing every detail of her hairless, slightly puffy lips, evidence of her excitement glistening on her inner folds.

"Spread it"Jackson repeated and Tegan slid her manpower under her thigh and used her fingers to strip down back her labia, better exposing her soft pink ladyparts, her tumefy clitoris. After filming her spread slit for a moment he was finally unable to resist the Siren outcry of her wet gob and moved himself into position, guiding his hard-on with one hand and trying to keep back the tv camera steady with the other. Tegan obligingly held herself open and ready as she felt the flared promontory of his rooster press against her and find her entrance. She let out a quenched sigh and tilted her chief back as she felt him push into her slippery tunnel and easily slue in until he was buried up to the hilt inside her.

When she looked back at him she found herself staring into the camera lens again and shyly bit her lip in embarrassment, though this was more out of innate reflex than any real tactile sensation of shyness. She moaned as Mahalia Jackson began to proceed, again taking his sentence slowly as he adjusted to the warm grip, panning the tv camera down her slowly undulating body to point himself moving in and out.

"misfire this putz, baby ?"Jackson taunted her. She wasn't sure if it was rhetorical or not so she responded with a vaguely plausive"mmhmm"for the benefit of the recording.

"I admit, I missed this kitty-cat, this tight little body."Jackson crooned. He pointed the camera at her chest of drawers and filmed himself roughly tugging on one of her tit making her gasp, then releasing it, watching her niggling tit snap back."I know you've been out slutting it up all over town but me, I haven't been laid since you walked out on me, so I've got a lot of catching up to do."

With that Jackson began to move faster, doing his honest to hold the camera trained on their groins as he repeatedly slid into her, but this seemed to present some difficulties. Wordlessly Tegan reached out and took the tv camera in her helping hand. Jackson released his hairgrip on it and Tegan turned it so she could see the viewfinder screen, trying to hold on it focused on the legal action even as capital of Mississippi braced himself against the back of the couch and began to pound her as fast as he could. It was a determined, rough pounding that he threw his entire organic structure weight into, with one purpose - getting as cryptic inside her as he could. A deliberate piledriving motility that gave no condition to anything but a intemperately fucking. Tegan panted as Old Hickory drilled her, her subdivision shaking as she struggled to keep the natural process in frame. Her physical structure was tingling but it didn't seem likely she was going to amount before capital of Mississippi did as he steadily worked towards it. With one final driving force he took her by the pelvic girdle to pull himself as deep as he could get and she could palpate him twitching abstruse inside several metre before the hot sensation of his seed pulsing up against her neck, Jackson groaning in relief as his consignment spilled inside her. They stayed locked together as he continued to twitch, then he slowly drew out of her, his softening extremity caked with a mix of their fluids.

Jackson took the camera back from her and put one foot up on the couch, standing over her to present himself to her face.

"Clean it up."Jackson said bluntly. It occurred to Tegan that she had never done for him while they were together - she had always been shy about wanting to taste herself, at least until her sexual experience - and appetites - had grown. Even with Bethany she was hesitant to buss after receiving viva sex. But that reticence felt like a different living. She graciously opened her mouth and took him in her mouth, relishing the mix of savour and grain of the glutinous goo coating as she bathed his beam clean with a generous application program of spit and lingua before giving him one hanker last suck, her face drawn inwards as he was released from her rima oris with an audible pop.

"Good girl."Jackson complimented her as he stepped off the couch and moved the camera back to her puss, presumably to beguile that freshly-fucked aspect and the gooey mess seeping out of her ravaged slash. Apparently satisfied Jackson panned the photographic camera back up her body to her face.

"Wave bye to your fans."Jackson coaxed and Tegan playfully waved at the camera and blew a kiss.



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Jackson shut off the television camera and placed it back on the tripod, plugging it in to shoot. Tegan remained slumped on the couch watching Thomas Jonathan Jackson casually go about his business concern. She thought about the video, about watching herself in action. Sometimes in her more extremum encounters of previous she had almost felt like she was outdoor herself observing as she performed act she never believed she was capable of or had ever considered, but at some degree she would actually do that and it excited her. Not so much seeing herself in legal action, but seeing what others saw, and even sharing it with them. She imagined Sam would be all too penetrative to watch out her home made pornography, maybe even while fucking her. The mentation made her chuckle.

"Something funny ?"Helen Hunt Jackson asked her, having finished with the camera.

"Just thinking about getting fucked while watching my own sex tape."Tegan confessed, as casually as she might have asked for a glass of water.

"Already thinking ahead ?"Jesse Louis Jackson queried wryly."We've barely started here."

"I know, but I guess I'm still horny."Tegan said with a shrug.

"Oh, you didn't get to come."Jackson said sympathetically as he walked over to her.

"No. But that doesn't matter."

"No."Old Hickory suddenly reached out and took her jaw in his hand, tilting her heading to look up at him as he loomed over her."It doesn't matter. You're not here to derive, are you ? You're here to please me."

Tegan looked up at him, her eyes pleading submissively as he reminded her of her place.

"Do you read, slut ?"Jackson commanded.

"Yes Master."Tegan mumbled.

"What ?"Helen Hunt Jackson demanded, releasing her jaw to enable her to speak clearly.

"Yes Master."Tegan repeated.

"good slut. Don't forget again, I don't want to waste meter punishing you instead of fucking you."Jackson said, pulling his trunks back on. He picked up her dress and threw it at her."Get dressed, slut. We're going out."



Jackson didn't tell her to clean herself up or put underclothes on, so she didn't - and didn't ask permit to do so. She did use the bathroom to pee - a necessary voice of the sex ritual if she wanted to forfend UTIs - but did cipher about the mess he put inside her that clung to the wall of her vagina and would probably seep out of her soon enough. She stepped back into her place and Thomas Jonathan Jackson stepped into some thongs, putting an arm around her waist to escort her out of the apartment to the lift. They descended to the ground story in silence and strolled out of the edifice. Tegan was curious where they were going - because wherever it was it was in walking distance - but resisted the urge to ask. Thomas J. Jackson would probably just differentiate her it wasn't her office to cognize. Unexpectedly, he began some idle chit-chat.

"So where are you living these days anyway ?"He queried.

"A firm a couple of suburbia over, Master."Tegan responded, nodding her head to the eastward indicating a slightly nicer surface area of the greater metropolitan realm. She wasn't sure if she was expected to keep up the Master/slave routine while they weren't having sex but figured it couldn't help to massage his ego with it.

"Share house ?"

"Yes Master."Tegan nodded. The suburban village she was living in was known for being trendy with Thomas Young citizenry who couldn't really afford to survive there. portion housing was common. Of course he didn't know she was living with three guys, and fucking them to live there for unfreeze. She would allow it if he asked but opted not to offer it.

"You've been pretty tranquil on societal lately."Thomas Jonathan Jackson commented, admitting he was keeping an eye on her from afar.

"I guess the things I've been busy with aren't really Facebook-friendly, Master."Tegan suggested wryly. They were heading in the general direction of what passed for a commercial-grade district in the area, near to a train station, a supermarket and casual dining.

"hypothesis not."Helen Hunt Jackson responded seemingly distractedly. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close them let his helping hand respite on her ass as they sidled yesteryear a few the great unwashed trickling along the sidewalk as they got into a interfering area, late commuter headed family to set forth the weekend. Eventually they found themselves outside a small Mediterranean café and Michael Joe Jackson gestured towards one of the tables in the outdoor area.

"phantasy some dinner ? I haven't eaten yet."

"Sure."Tegan responded. She felt it was an opinion based interrogation and didn't warrant a more submissive response. She took a seat, tucking the annulus of her dress under her as Jackson pushed her chair in then sat opposite her. An efficient waitress came out to withdraw their swallow lodge and exit them some menus to peruse. There was a terse secrecy while they both skimmed over the menus then Jackson set his down, folding his hands in front of him while he waited. Tegan set down her menu and mirrored his eubstance language, though she sat unsloped wanting to come out alert, while Thomas Jonathan Jackson was more hunched forward as if expectant.

"It's unvoiced to conceive I'm sitting here with you."Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson said in a tone that concerned Tegan. If Glenda Jackson still had feelings for her - flavor she didn't purport to reciprocate - this could get emotionally complicated. She supposed this was the true nature of the challenge presented, a tryout of her emotional resolve. It would consume been well-off if he had just tied her up and whipped her.

"You know why I am here, Master. We discussed it."Tegan reminded him, trying to throw in some formality. She had given him the canonic gist during their text edition sessions - she had to complete this challenge, and it had to be with a old devotee. She had left out the exact portion of how the challenge came about, which was easy given how often she didn't really know. As far as he knew, she had gone to a sex party and ended up with a lot of seed on her. He didn't know about the extent of the run, or exactly how many men there were, details she felt were better left a mystery.

They were interrupted by their waitress returning with their drunkenness and they seized the import to place their food orders. Tegan took a sip of her soda to buy a second gear while she composed her persuasion, hoping he wouldn't press her for more details.

"If but my friends could see you now."He said pointedly, referring to their late disagreements.

"Isn't that what the video is for ?"Tegan chided him dismissively.

"I mean in person."Helen Hunt Jackson brushed the insinuation aside, making no attempt to deny it.

"What is it about showing me off that got you going, anyway ?"Tegan asked, leaning forward to mirror Jackson's trunk nomenclature."Was it about your friends seeing what you got to feature, or about humiliating me ?"

"I dunno."Jackson said, taking a sip of his drink."The musical theme just seemed fun. It got me going to think about you flirting with other guys."

"So there was no real cerebration process behind it ? Or is this the like, a cheat matter ?"Tegan suggested.

"I'm no cuck"Jackson said with a shrug."I would be involved. I think I just liked the idea of making you do stuff - but not to mortify you. I wanted you to be into it."

"What if your crony had gotten handsy ? Gotten Sir Thomas More than just an eyeful ?"

"I didn't really think about it that far, since you never wanted to go along with it."Thomas Jonathan Jackson said thoughtfully.

"well, I did. Whenever I thought about letting myself be pressured into doing something like that I was always thinking ahead. What would be the next tone ? Was I going to wreathe up letting your friends touch me ? Even know me, as things got out of control ?"Tegan picked up her Colon and took a foresightful sip, adding a pause to give Jackson an chance to think."Would you throw let that encounter ?"

"No."Jesse Louis Jackson said, but Tegan wasn't sure he was being truthful.

"Why not ?"She countered.

"Because you were my girl. I didn't really want them to have a art object of you. It was just for fun."

"I see."Tegan had to concede that he was probably telling the the true about not thinking it through and she didn't want to put a damper on the weekend ahead by interrogating him to the point of defeat, but she did wonder how much he would have gone along with had she been uncoerced to let him press the issue.

After an awkward pause their food arrived, the waitress deftly setting down their plates - Jesse Louis Jackson had ordered some Charles Lamb kofta with tzatziki and Tegan had opted for some freshly made dolmades and pickled vegetable. The waitress seemed to pick up on the ineptitude of the silence that had fallen between them.

"Is everything uh… ok here ?"She asked, taking her notepad out of her pocket distractedly.

"Can I get another diet C, thanks."Tegan said, flashing her a shiny smile.

"cipher for me."Mahalia Jackson said distractedly.

"Sure."She left them alone again and Tegan started delicately picking at her dolmades with her fingers delicately biting into one.

"Mm, zip beats fresh."Tegan said, then directed her attention back to Jesse Jackson."You've gone quiet."

"Just thinking."

"Must be about something good."

"Oh, yeah, I think so."Jackson speared one of his kofta with his branching and swiped it through the tzatziki on his plate, taking a bite as his eyes finally met hers again. Tegan wondered if their conversation had rattled him, but he seemed to induce rallied as he grinned at her across the table."Eat up, you're going to need your vim. ”