But, for a large slice of the populace, we fail entirely to teach moral values. Our children are introduced to sex at an early age, shown the mechanics of reproduction, but we rarely explain the emotions that go with the act. We show them how to screw each other and make babies that they cannot cope with, creating more social problems in an insidious spiral of descent. We fail to teach them, because we don’t know ourselves.

So is it any wonder, that the youth of today has little in common with their parents? Is it any wonder that they rebel, or please themselves, given the lack of moral guidance we, as a generation, offer to their development? How can we expect compliance and conformity when we seem to discard or ignore our kids after they get to school age?

This following story alludes to under aged sex. I am not someone that subscribes to sex with minors, so please do not think that the case; I abhor it. It is mentioned merely as a background comment or rather, a painting of how real life is these days.

One last comment; for the American readers, in the UK, our age of consent and legality is two years less than yours. At sixteen, it is legal to screw your head off, if you want. I have no feelings either way about that, just wonder at the preparedness of such a person to handle the often harsh and consuming emotional rollercoaster of human interaction. At my advanced age, I still find emotions a confusing and dangerous area of our persona.

 

 

 

Abigail

 

 

At fourteen years of age, Abigail had left the straight road, dropping out in a spiral of self-loathing, mixed with more than a small amount of defiance and rebellion. A heady concoction that took her to places only the truly down and out would ever visit.

 

At fifteen, she had turned her back on the education system. The rules and regimentation of an orderly day did not fit within her chaos of life. Resolutely, she refused to go to school, sparking off furious rows with her mother, who in exasperation, washed her hands of her daughter and threw her out of the family home and into the clutches of the welfare state.

 

The fights were not all about school. Two women in a small space with convergent ideologies is a match made in the suburbs of hell. Increasingly, the close bond that had been mother and daughter eroded until the inevitable crash. It was predestined that they would clash in spectacular style, their characters being so close that it could be thought Abigail was cloned from her mother; it was predestined as an outcome, but vastly hastened by the sudden departure of her father.

 

Neither mother nor daughter had any inkling of his intention to up stakes and run from their lives and not leave a forwarding address. What he left were debts that amounted to twice their annual income, the hangover of his gambling, a house part owned by the bank, an ancient car with more curiosity value than ability to run or realise any money and an envelope on the table with two words scrawled in haste on the outside; I’m sorry.

 

He had left with all of his clothing, what money was in the house and Abigail’s piggy bank that might have had twenty pounds in loose change in it. Her mother’s paste jewellery had been tipped out of her box over the bed so that he could take his birth certificate and some commemorative coins that had been collected and stored with her rings. They never heard from him or had any idea where he might have fled. For the two women left behind, there was no closure, it was as if he had suddenly died, they were emotionally and financially destitute and, because he hadn’t died, had no income as such from a pension or insurance.

 

It wasn’t just their meagre valuables he took, just as effectively, he took from them the bond they had shared, leaving them bereft of even the ability to turn to the other in solace and comfort. They blamed each other and themselves simultaneously, drawing lines and barriers that neither had the tools or inclination to ever remove.

 

At sixteen, Abigail was on a fast track to oblivion. For some short time, a guy she met on the road someplace, had fed her, then introduced her to drugs and then put her to work on the streets. She had been popular at first, a nice fresh face, an unblemished teenager; blonde haired and firm breasted, she had been all the rage. It lasted for a short time at least, but then, as drugs always do, her body started to show the rigours of abuse and deprivation of food.

 

In a matter of months, Abigail was totally on her own, relying on handouts and whatever she could scrape from the back streets. Tricking where she could to raise enough cash for her next hit, then crashing wherever she stopped until the craving for heroine woke her and the process started all over again the next day.

 

That was how Paul found her. Alone in the street, soaked through by incessant rain that had steadily drizzled all day and hardly able to stand from enforced DT’s. He was pretty much the worse for wear him self; the party he had left a little earlier was taking its toll, or at least the amount of alcohol he had consumed. He weaved an erratic path through Bermondsey, blindly staggering his way to his converted warehouse beside the river.

 

It was not how Abigail liked to remember it in later times; instead, she concocted a story of how he had entered the smoking room at the office, nervous and unsure of his new surroundings and the people he found himself in company with. First days had that effect on most; she liked his vulnerability and struck up a conversation. They had gone out for a meal or something; he was new to the area and had yet to find his bearings. She couldn’t be certain, but it was either the third or forth date that they fumbled around in bed, hardly a momentous occasion and somewhat less than memorable. It almost finished the relationship there and then, but they got to know each other and sex gradually got better. A more acceptable story than the truth; She even got to believe in it and covered up the past effectively, but that is some way ahead.

 

She was curled up almost into a ball; perched on the kerb with her arms tucked around her knees. Abigail rocked slowly back and forth, waiting for the cramps to subside before trying to find some shelter and if she could, hook up with one of her street outlets for her daily trip to a less painful place.

 

Oblivious of the rain that had soaked through his jacket, shirt and everything else he wore, Paul sat beside the girl, even matching her rocking motion with his own.

 

“Twenty pounds for French,” She informed him without looking up. “Or twenty five for sex; thirty for Greek.”

 

“What?”

 

“I said, twenty for French, twenty five for sex or thirty for Greek.” She still hugged her knees to her chest, but glanced at him, waiting for his choice and the exchange of money. She needed the cash.

 

“I ain’t got a clue what you’re talking about.”

 

“Listen mister, do ya want to fuck me, get sucked or what? It’s gonna cost ya whatever.” She impatiently asked him, pausing her rocking and reinforcing each syllable with a nod of her head.

 

“Don’t want to fuck you.” He was somewhat confused and more than a little affronted at the same time, he was trying to make some sense of how the conversation had started so badly. “I don’t want to fuck you.”

 

“Well if you ain’t here for business, are ya carrying?”

 

He shrugged, both shoulders almost touching his ears in an exaggerated expression. It seemed a safe way to answer her question that he didn’t understand at all.

 

“If you ain’t carrying and you ain’t here for business, you can fuck off. Okay?” She turned and looked at him full in the face, her lips curled back in a snarl as she mouthed the words.

 

Paul was almost sobered by the vehemence of her voice. But, more than the viciousness of the sound was her dead eyes. She looked at him, but the expression of her words didn’t reach her eyes. It was as if he was looking into two pools of dead, grey water. They stared back at him, utterly lifeless, but at the same time, unfathomable in depth. He realised that she might have been pretty once, but was now emaciated, her skin sagging like curtains around the sockets of her eyes and cheeks where the fatty tissues under had been used up by her body. Her hair hung in lank strands, dirty and uncut or cared for and he became aware of her smell for the first time. Involuntarily, he shifted away from her a few inches, shuffling his bottom along the quartz of the kerbstone.

 

If he were to be asked later, it would be quite likely that Paul would not be able to provide a good reason for his actions, but without any thought, he grabbed her arm, painfully aware at how his hands easily encircled her, then yanked her to her feet and began to drag her like a rag doll along behind him.

 

She started screaming and feebly trying to tug her arm away from his grip.

 

“I ain’t got no money, so it ain’t worth robbing me.” She screamed at him, spittle flying from her lips and adding to the rain already seeping through his clothes to his skin. Paul didn’t answer her, but just continued to drag her unceremoniously by the arm towards his home.

 

“If ya gonna rape me you bastard, you might as well do it right here and now and let me get on with things.” But, Paul ignored this as well.

 

Eventually, they made it to his recently moved into apartment in the converted riverside warehouse. She had continued to scream and rage at him loud enough to wake half of London. At three in the morning, anyone on the street was far more interested in their own private business and disinclined to intervene with what was probably a domestic spat, so their progress was completely unimpeded and not noteworthy.

 

He adjusted his grip on her arm to unlock the security deadlocks and punch in the numbers for the alarm. Then adjusting his grip, he shoved her from under the armpits up the staircase and into his new residence. At the top of the stairs, Paul paused and took a second to think, now that he had her here, where to put her. Throughout the trek to his apartment, he hadn’t given too much thought to why or what he was going to do with this skeletal girl, just a singular, unexplainable purpose of rescuing Abigail from the street.

 

He opted for the spare bedroom. It was unfurnished as yet and he could lock her in behind a stout door. There was an old loft access where the floor sacks were hauled up, but it was two storeys up and concrete below so escape was not feasible through there.

 

Unceremoniously, he dragged her to the room and pushed her inside, pulling the door shut even as she span to claw at the closing portal. The key turned and her yelling was muffled to a tolerable level.

 

So began her slow and painful break from the monkey. Days when Abigail couldn’t control her body, shaking and going into spasm. Unable to keep food down at times, even when she could be forced to ingest anything solid, what ever she swallowed was ejected from her, forcefully.

 

Abigail could not control her temperature, alternately shivering and sweating. She had no control of auto-functions and really, became child like or incontinent as an aged person might after their reasoning leaves. He threw away most of her clothing, replacing it from items bought in a charity shop then, throwing them away as well when she soiled them beyond redemption. He found that tracksuits were easiest to clean and lasted longer than pretty much anything else. He would remove her dirty clothing in the early days, dispassionately looking at her emaciation and the needle tracks in her arms, feet and groin. He was as far from sexual interest as it was possible to be; the sight of her body made him cringe and renewed his resolve to heal her.

 

After four or five weeks that seemed like years, she began to settle down, managing to take sustenance and process it in the normal way. Her violent moods subsided and, gradually, like the regeneration of scar tissue, she became a person again, even holding conversations with Paul, but always as a long-term hostage might talk to their keeper. She held back and would not open, even on mundane topics, giving only enough information to be an active party in the dialogue.

 

Paul still kept her locked in the room, knowing that at the first opportunity, she would bolt and be lost for ever with an inevitable outcome, one needle too many perhaps or a violent death in an alley. He still didn’t know why he was doing this for her, someone he didn’t know at all, a complete stranger. But, he recognised in her, something of the wounded animal that triggers an emotive response occasionally; he put it down to that.

 

Paul decided after eight weeks of captivity that she could be trusted to have the run of the warehouse apartment. He left the door to her room unlocked and open. Abigail didn’t emerge from the safety of her cot for two days, but then stepped timidly over the threshold at his encouragement. She still had something of the trapped animal about her; each step could be considered furtive or exploratory, keeping her escape route firmly fixed and ready for flight, straight back to the familiarity of her room with its cot and bucket.

 

The worst of the cold turkey was over to a degree, at least the physical part was, but deep mental scars take far longer to heal, if ever fully. Abigail was scared at a fundamental level, leaving her unable to rationalise or function properly.

 

They began to eat together. Simple food that he thought she would be able to digest; soups and pasta being their staple diet. There were beneficial side effects; Abigail began to put on weight, filling out bit by bit while Paul lost some of his excess and felt the fitter for it. But, often as with television or music, her attention wandered until she sat there, almost catatonic in a far away place, her food left to cool into a congealing mass. Over a period of weeks, the vacant spaces became less and less often and diminished in longevity, while her cognitive state became longer. She chose to be in her room for longer times, but with the door open and not as any kind of barrier. Paul bought her a television and a radio so she could be on her own if she wanted. He bought books for her to read and allowed her to do as she pleased, but insisted that they eat together, cook and wash up.

 

He was pleasantly surprised to find that Abigail was a good cook, inventive and adventurous with everyday ingredients. She continued to regain the flesh over her bones.

 

She had been with him for nearly six months now.

 

Although they were sharing time and talking, Paul still didn’t fully trust her, believing that her full recovery was still a long way off in all probability; that the emotional scars were only scabbed over and could be reopened at any time. He had to go to work. Each day he took great care in dead locking the entrance door so that she couldn’t open it from the inside. It became something of a ritual, turning the key once, hearing the tongue engage then a second turn that locked the door and disabled the latch on the other side. So it was a shock for him to find his door wide open and swinging one day after work. Fearing that the bird had flown the nest, Paul ran into the building, yelling her name, with a sinking feeling, knowing she wouldn’t be there. Abstractly, his mind took in the fact that the lock or door hadn’t been damaged in anyway. His calls went unanswered; the apartment was empty, he stood in the middle of the living room, lost and alone.

 

For an hour or so, Paul wandered around feeling an acute sense of loneliness and failure. She had been making such good progress. Her body had pretty much recovered from the rigors of drug abuse and the regular intake of food had regained much of her natural body mass and skin tone. He put the television on then turned it off again. Inserted a CD in the player, but didn’t press play. He couldn’t settle into any one place, his mind in turmoil; should he go out and look for her or stay and hope she came back?

 

Abigail had the advantage of him where the street was concerned. She would know the hidey-holes better than most of the city dwellers and certainly better than he would.

 

He was still dithering when the entrance door banged shut.

 

Abigail’s tousled head appeared over the banister with a smile plastered across her lips. Wordlessly, Paul rushed over to her as she reached the top tread and threw his arms around her in a bear like embrace. Relief and other emotions coursed through his veins, mixed with a large helping of adrenalin.

 

“I thought I’d lost you he managed to breathe into her hair.” Then, without waiting for her to respond, he kissed her mouth, crushing her lips against his teeth and taking her breath completely. Paul picked her up from the floor, her weight easily distributed in his arms. He continued to kiss her, breaking only to gasp and then cover her with his mouth again as they traversed the floor to his bedroom.

 

Her head hit the doorjamb, but neither was really aware of it, the moment too consuming for external stimuli to have much effect. Her clothes were almost ripped off of her slender body as his hit the floor in a blur of motion and desperation to become naked. They collapsed on the bed in a tangle of arms, legs and hands that grasped and gripped. She wriggled and managed to lie on her back while manoeuvring him between her parted thighs.

 

There was no nicety about their coupling. Abigail thrust her hips forward in unison as Paul thrust into her body in a union that had one common goal. He fucked into her as she fucked him back in a riot of rhythm. It was sex in its rawest state that culminated in their respective explosion of orgasm, she first, then Paul, feeling her wetness splash against his inner thigh, shot his seed with a final pelvic thrust that had her head hitting the wall.

 

The act was completed in little more than a few minutes, but the intensity of emotion and urgency had made it an experience that left them bereft of the ability to talk for a while. Instead, they lay together, her head in the crook of his arm while he stroked her neck, shoulders and breasts as they calmed down from the initial frenzy of lust and then they laughed. They laughed until laughter became a little crazy, resulting in hiccups that had them giggling all over again.

 

“What is Greek anyway?” Paul asked after the expression she had used when he first met her popped into his mind.

 

Abigail lifted her chin and looked into his eyes as she told him that Greek was in the ass and that it was something she had endured on too many occasions. It was time for her to bear her soul and tell him just what it was like on the street. Abigail let him know of the times she had been fucked by many men at once until cum was dripping out of every orifice. How she was used and abused then discarded like a Christmas puppy. She told of how some guys liked to beat up on her or how they shit and pissed over her nakedness while her pimp looked on and applauded the bestial use of his girl. Abigail told him that after a while, she didn’t care what they did to her, that pain hardly registered and her holes were only entries into her body that fed her need for more drugs. She told him of a pregnancy that was beaten out of her by the pimp. She told him all of it; the worst times and that all she had to look forward to, was death from an overdose. Killing herself would have been easy, but the craving for heroine kept her alive for the next hit.

 

During her sad tale, Paul had stroked and caressed Abigail, soothing and supporting her as it unfolded. He paused as she concluded, his hands ceasing movement. She took it as rejection, thinking that he would was too disgusted by the deprivations she had sunk to. She cried, tears coursing over her cheeks. She sobbed in despair, unable to articulate her utter desolation. But, then he resumed his caress and turned her head to face him. Gently and with great care as if she were a fragile doll, Paul kissed her mouth and drew her body to him. Relief flooded her; she clasped him and kissed him back, forcing her tongue between his teeth to explore his mouth.

 

“One day,” She murmured, “we will do Greek and it will be the right time, but for now, I think French is the language of the day.”

 

With those words, she bit his lower lip and then shoved her self down, kissing his chest, stomach and then his cock. Paul relaxed back, tucking a pillow under his head so he could watch. He pulled her blonde hair away from her face, studied her lips as they slowly parted and swallowed his shaft.

 

Abigail expertly sucked him into her mouth, drawing her cheeks in to create a vacuum as she lifted; then blowing them out as she descended again. Gradually, she increased the depth of his penetration, allowing a little more of him to pass her lips in a slow, tantalising rhythm, feeling him stiffen and leak small globules of pre-cum. She adjusted her position and sat on his legs so that he would not thrust, she wanted to make all the movement so that the exquisite sensation would be magnified.

 

Paul hardened at her insistence. The warmth and sucking of her mouth drew blood into his organ, building the pressure, but oh so slowly. It was almost a delicious pain between feelings of relief as she sank back down his shaft. He could never remember having a woman give him so much intense pleasure from fellatio before. It wasn’t a first for him, but certainly was a first in the delicious thrill it was affording his neural network.

 

By now, she had him in the back of her throat, still keeping the slow but insistent tempo, just longer strokes. She could feel his imminent release and ignored his feeble attempt to lift her off of his pulsing cock. Abigail was intent on taking him to the edge and beyond; she had every intention of swallowing his cum. The trick was to know exactly when he would explode and make sure it was on a down stroke that had him right at the back of her mouth. Paul made it easier for her to judge the precise moment, he groaned and mini thrust. Abigail lifted her head and then began a long descent down his shaft, feeling him dry heave first and then shoot the first of three or four spurts. She didn’t stop sliding him into her until his cock was fully down her gullet and her lips grounded against his pubic bone. She was rewarded by his final spurts that she swallowed comfortably. She lay still, keeping him in her mouth until his tremors subsided and he was totally spent.

 

So began their life together in a loving relationship. Their sexual partnership developed in a fruition of learning and awareness that progressed from the one two one sexual exploration, to them joining a club.

 

The journey for them was not so long perhaps, but had many twists and turns until they had exhausted every conceivable position and scenario between two people. Abigail gave herself to Paul in love and implicit trust. Paul accepted her love and returned it as fully. Together, they set off on a voyage of sexual discovery.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Club.

 

Their invitations arrived in a pink envelope in Monday morning’s post. Neither of them had really expected their application to be successful, but now that it was and had become a reality, their excitement was tinged with some trepidation.

 

Paul and Abigail had visited many on-line sites, spending time in front of a web cam, sharing their sexual appetite with anyone in the world who wanted to watch. It is a fast growing network of like-minded people who enjoy performing to an audience of anonymous faces whose web cams were on at the same time. They didn’t need the extra incentive of knowing that sometimes, hundreds of people were watching them screw each other. They didn’t need the buzz, but it made for some really hot sessions and, for some reason, made Abigail all the hotter in her performance.

 

Neither had too much by the way of inhibitions, she, because of her past abuse where she was used so badly and emotion had been non-existent in her liaisons, Paul, because he found in Abigail, someone who was not afraid to express herself sexually in the knowledge that he cared deeply for her.

 

They could monitor how many viewers they had, a simple counter ran alongside the images of their bodies on the seventeen-inch screen and a tool bar at the top of the page showed instant messages from the observers. They rarely answered the messages, preferring to remain in the room to converse, unless they were too busy with each other to type.

 

They liked to surf the net as well, sharing the excursion into lust and porn as a partnership. They shared fantasies where another was introduced into their play, but these were just fanciful notions that added to the spice of their lovemaking.

 

Abigail was flat on the divan, her head propped by two pillows as Paul thrust between her parted thighs in a classic missionary position. Her knees were drawn up to give him a greater access to her body and allow their pubic bones to grind against each other. The session was already well into the latter stages, with both coming towards the reward of orgasm.

 

The web cam faithfully recorded the action scenes and relayed them around the world, bouncing their heaving bodies off satellites in orbit at eight frames per second. Perhaps as many as three hundred registered accounts were at least watching in part, or had their cam open on a screen somewhere. As the passion mounted towards the inevitable conclusion, so the amount of voyeuristic viewers increased; they were oblivious, too intent on each other to notice.

 

Her hands drifted from her breasts and clasped Paul’s waist, digging nails into the soft skin of his back. Perhaps she dug a little more than customary or her nails were a little sharper, because Paul yelped and grabbed her hands in his, while he supported himself on her lower torso. Bringing her wrists together, Paul clamped them in his large hands and pushed them over her head to hold them there, away from his back and under his control.

 

It was as if a switch were suddenly hit. Abigail, realising she was virtually pinned and restrained, went into overdrive, her hip and pelvis came up and crashed into Paul, she dictated the pace and urgency, driving him deep inside her body as if in desperate need of his length and seed. She thrashed her head from side to side, screaming his name over and over as she smashed through a climax and orgasm of proportions hitherto unknown between them. He held her wrists in a strong grip and tried to stay on top of her as she writhed and bucked under him in a frenzy of motion.

 

Abigail came in a gut wrenching spasm that had her pull up her knees to her chest. Her teeth gritted together in a rictus like grin, every muscle taut and bunched as another wave passed through her, then another, slightly less, then more, in diminishing ripples like period cramps that squeezed and let go.

 

Paul withdrew from her sex, but held her hands still, locked above her head in his grip. He knelt beside her and slowly rubbed himself with his free hand until he reached his own climax and sprayed her body with his secretion.

 

He was somewhat startled by Abigail’s sudden frenzy, but didn’t say anything, preferring to just enjoy the fervour and exhilaration of the moment. He retrieved a towel and cleaned her off. It wasn’t until later that she broached the subject, giving him the opportunity to ask what had happened to cause her to react so violently.

 

“I had this sudden image of being tied up when you clasped my hands together.” She told him. “It just did something to me and as you could see, all hell broke loose. It was like an electric current was passed through me.”

 

Subsequent excursions of mild bondage had similarly devastating effects on Abigail. They experimented with tying her hands, feet or knees using his neckties at first, then buying soft braid lanyard lines from a chandlery. The marine ropes were soft to the touch and didn’t abrade her skin or chaff. Each step took her to new places and heights of ecstasy, gradually setting the lines of submissive and domination.

 

They shopped for the paraphernalia of S&M, visiting the sex shops of Soho and Anne Summers. In a matter of months, Abigail was the possessor of several leather harnesses and bustier outfits. They found nipple and labia clamps, trying them out gingerly at first, but then getting into the swing of it with a passion. She loved the sensation of being restrained with cuffs and a choker collar that had loops for chains or rope to pass through. Some of the toys they acquired bordered on pain; she liked a leather look whip, but shied away from a riding crop. They established the boundaries of her endurance and enjoyment thresholds by trial and error, experimenting and then evaluating the effects caused by the vast array of toys.

 

The ultimate for Abigail was reached with a newly bought set of labia clamps with soft rubber inserts. The clamps were attached to a chain that they passed through one of the loops on her choker. Two further clamps, also attached to a chain, pinched her nipples in what looked to be a cruel grip, but was in fact, quite comfortable. The chain to these was also passed through a loop on her choker. The effect of any movement on her part pulled her lips apart to expose her delicate clit and simultaneously tightened the chain attached to her nipples, pulling her breasts up and tightening the grip of the clamp. Paul added a blindfold to the ensemble and then tormented her sensitive nub with the tip of a dolphin vibrator, causing her to squirm; adding torment to her nipples and cunt by pulling on the chains. It was a delicious torment that had her screaming a climatic spasm. She soaked the bed with a torrent of cum that splashed all over Paul’s face and shoulders. Had the sound been up on the computer, they may have heard a collective sigh from the watchers of their cam.

 

Abigail and Paul’s surfing habits changed to reflect their newfound interest. Together they discovered bdsm sites, viewing the images and then applying some of them to their own play. A natural progression was for them to join and chat with other people who shared their sexual predilections.

 

Over a period of time, they had developed a network of cyber-friends from around the globe, sharing fantasies and scenarios that were mutually rewarding. They conversed while appearing on web-cam and acting out various configurations at the behest of viewers whose suggestions sometimes bordered on the outright bizarre. Abigail’s sex was simulatedly abused, being whipped and tortured by Paul who was taking instruction from the anonymous voyeurs on the other side of the cam. Not knowing where they were going to be led or in which direction the requests would take them served as a teaching method for them both. Paul found himself doing things to Abigail that would never have occurred to him, taking her to limits that he might have been fearful of otherwise, for Abigail, it was a delirium of sensual and torturous delight of discovery. She found in her body, a capacity for pleasure that by far exceeded her wildest dreams and all in front of an anonymous audience.

 

It was having an audience that realised their liking for exhibitionism. They discovered that they both enjoyed the fact that they were there to be watched; it added to the overall excitement and enhanced both of their climaxes, knowing that their essences were shared with so many people.

 

A tentative invitation came from one of the sites they regularly visited. Would they like to attend a private party in Milton Keynes; of members who held a common interest in Bondage and sado-masochistic tendencies? The club was established some ten years ago and had irregular private functions, usually at someone’s house. It wasn’t a huge leap for them both; they accepted the invitation and waited for the printed version.

 

The party was arranged for the following weekend, it would give them the whole week to prepare, pack and make sure all of their toys were charged and cleaned. Neither really knew what to expect when they arrived. Obviously, they would be an attraction, having been the subject of many of the club member’s favourite entertainment for some while now on the Internet, but they had no experience to draw from of exactly what happened at these gatherings or what they would be required to do. Both Paul and Abigail were looking forward to participating, but were somewhat unsure at the same time.

 

Saturday came at last. The invitation may have only arrived five days before, but the time in between had dragged, feeling like five years. The house, when they eventually found it, was set in its own grounds of half an acre or so, surrounded by a stone wall and wrought iron gates that interrupted the gravel drive.

 

A footman in full livery took the keys of Paul’s M3 and asked them to wait on the marble steps while he parked the car. They turned in unison to take in the massive portico at the top of the steps and then, both jumped when the footman cleared his throat behind them.

 

The huge oak doors at the entrance, led into an equally impressive hall lit by a crystal drop chandelier hanging from the ceiling several floors up. Twin stone stairs rose in front of them in sweeping arcs that led to a first floor landing which was almost as big as Paul’s converted warehouse apartment.

 

The interior of the building was grandiose, each level and room decorated and panelled in what appeared to be a Regency style, but the main hall where the rest of the guest were already seated around a long dinning table was by far and away, sumptuous. The carpet threatened to swallow feet whole in its pile. The walls had panels of raised plasterwork female figures, painted white and blue to resemble Wedgwood. The ceiling was slightly vaulted with flutes coming together at six lighting points where chandeliers hung from ornate plaster roses.

 

The Footman, who had shown them up the curved staircase, closed the tall doors behind them and announced to the room; “Paul and Abigail are among us.” He reopened the doors and left, his tails almost being caught between the door edges.

 

Paul nervously stood with his weight on one hip, something he had done since his childhood when he was in trouble, and regarded the sixteen pairs of eyes that, as one, had swung around from looking at the only figure standing at the opposite end of the table.

 

“Ah; welcome our guests my friends.” He waved his hands in an upward motion, indicating that everyone around the table should stand. Although no one was looking at their host, they stood in silence as one unified body and then sat at his command of an opposite motion of his hands.

 

“Pray, be seated.” He indicated the remaining two chairs closest to Paul and Abigail. The mystery of how the other guest knew when to stand and sit was solved. A large mirror was hung, angled down, over the double doors into the hall.

 

“You are punctual, I like that.” Their guest fixed them with a stare then, as if in dismissal, his attention took in the whole table. “To conclude our business before dinner is served, the thirtieth of November is to be our grand ball, we shall have space for all of our members and twelve guests only, so please make sure you announce them early. Unless there is any other business, I propose we dine.” He paused to see if any one had anything to say, then satisfied by the silence that was returned to his suggestion, picked up a brass bell beside his place setting and rang it.

 

After countless courses of food, the meal at last finished, the ladies were asked to retire to their own room. As one, the eight ladies around the table rose and lightly grasped Abigail’s arm to lead her into an adjacent room.

 

The men left the table to the servant’s ministrations and headed in the opposite direction to the women, passing through an ornately carved door into another sumptuously decorated drawing room. Lounges were arrayed in a rough semi-circle around what appeared at first glance to be a giant hooker that steadily bubbled over a small flame. The men arranged themselves in no particular order and drew from the pipes. Paul found the smell unattractive and declined gracefully when he was passed one of the smoking tubes.

 

“So, for tonight’s entertainment we have Paul’s young lady Abigail. The usual rules apply, but one word of warning, it is her first time, so, please my friends, be especially understanding of her nature.” The host had at some point donned a smoking jacket such as would have been fashionable in the nineteen twenties perhaps. Having said his piece, he sat and drew heavily on the nearest brass ferrule.

 

Paul felt somewhat bemused by the turn of events. They had gone to the club expecting to be engaged in sex games involving some bdsm, but hadn’t considered this old fashion style of reserve. Neither of them really had much in the way of expectations based on facts, but this seemed at odds, totally.

 

A few minutes later, the doors to the drawing room opened and, with a flourish, the ladies entered. They had changed clothing to long dresses of varying dour colours that would have reached the floor, but had been pulled up in panels and attached to a belt. Splits between the panels gave a tantalising glimpse of the bare legs and thighs under the heavy brocade like fabric. The necklines plunged to below the breast line, in each case; the women’s breasts were exposed, pushed up and separated by bones or under wire support.

 

All of the women were similarly dressed except Abigail. She was totally naked with her hands and arms secured behind her with a criss-cross lattice going up to the elbow, effectively forcing her small, high breasts forward.

 

Her mouth hung open as if in a silent scream, but Paul could sense her heightened excitement by the slightly up-curve at the corners of her sensuous mouth. He saw the reddened welts across her buttocks and lower back and guessed that she had been the recipient of some correctional treatment. As far as he was concerned, she had never looked lovelier, immediately, he wanted her; more, he felt a need of her that was almost painful.

 

“Ah ladies! Excellent, bring the child to the front.” Their host directed the positioning of Abigail so that she stood in the centre of the circle of seated men.

 

Abigail’s head sunk to her chest as if in abject shame, but Paul’s intimate knowledge of her body told him by the hardness of her nipples, that she was as aroused as he was and was performing for the delight of her viewers.

 

The host stood and addressed Paul.

 

“Paul, would you please be up-standing to introduce us to this delectable woman. Please take her to each of the guests in turn for their inspection.” He sat in the chair Paul had got up from.

 

Gently taking her bound arm, Paul led Abigail to stand in front of the first guest to the right of their host’s position. He had her stand with her feet slightly parted and lifted her chin so that she could not look directly at her admirer. The Guest’s hand snaked out and cupped her breast, weighing it as he might a ball. Seemingly, he was satisfied with the result, his fingers pried at her labia, brushing the side of his hand over her sex; then he lifted it to his nose to savour her mustiness. She shuddered at his touch, but stood firm and waited for instruction. He nodded his release; Paul led her to the next who also inspected her, probing at her lips and tasting her wetness.

 

In turn, each of the men examined Abigail’s body; one had her turn around so that he could closely examine her anus, pushing the tip of a finger into her forbidden entry until he signalled his satisfaction. At last, Paul had Abigail stand in front of their host. He cast an appraising eye over her form, taking time to study her in total from toes to the crown of her hair, his fingers steepled together in concentration. Soundlessly his gaze traversed her body, seemingly taking every facet and flaw without any outward show of emotion. Abigail was starting to fidget, wondering what he though of her. His question, when it came, surprised her.

 

“You are clean now?” It was asked in a soft voice.

 

She nodded, knowing that the needle tracks had given her away. They served as, and would always be a reminder of her tragic past.

 

“How long?” He demanded to know

 

“Over a year.” She replied nervously.

 

 “Good.” In that simple one word, he had signalled her acceptability. “Kneel.”

 

Awkwardly, Abigail knelt at his feet and waited for his command.

 

“You do not wear the mark of an owner I see. As such, you are the property of all in this room, to be used by those in this room as they see fit. You will comply with their instructions and be glad of the attention. You will not be harmed in anyway and, should you wish it, can leave at any time, but only as you are now, naked as you were born. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes…Master.”

 

He pulled his smoking jacket apart and undid his zipper to expose a hooded cock. His hand rasped the top of her head and tilted it back a little. She parted her reddened lips to accept his length. Slowly and insistently, he tilted her head back to its normal position, impaling her on his cock as it slide into her throat. Then he began an excruciating slow mouth fuck that went from the tips of her lips to the base of her tongue. The pace was agonisingly slow, relentless and insistent, until she felt him twitch. Soundlessly, her pushed her head down on his shaft and came in her throat. It felt impersonal, as had the tricks in her old life and in some ways, was as if she had been used only to be discarded like so much trash, just as her customers had abused her body in those days.

 

Her next partner was more interested in satisfying himself in her cunt. With little ado, he was inside her body, thrusting and grunting like a pig in rut while she impassively lay on the leather chesterfield settee. He lasted for a short while only before coming inside her and passing her on to his neighbour.

 

One by one, the men either fucked her, had her suck them or just masturbated over her skin. By the end of a full circle, Abigail was dripping with semen from her mouth, sex and body. She was returned back to their host somewhat the worse of wear, but completely unsatisfied herself.

 

At a signal of his hand, the circle broke up and people stepped away, hooking up with the ladies who had remained in the background, silently watching Abigail’s progress around the room.

 

She was laid flat on a settee, her bounds released and legs spread wide. Before Abigail had a chance to organise her thoughts, Juliet, one of the ladies who had prepared her, had attached her mouth to Abigail’s sex, drawing her clit between her teeth and sucking blood into the hardening nub. A cock, she didn’t know who’s, was pushed into her mouth and unknown hands kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples. She did her best to swallow the cock, but was hampered by the lack of available space; also, the sucking of her clit was lessening her volition to be determined at anything else other than the onrushing climax of her own.

 

Before her climax had fully subsided, she was flipped over by strong hands, her knees placed either side of some one’s head lying beneath her and another cock forced into her mouth from someone standing at the end of the settee. Another cock was edging at her anus, trying to find entry; Abigail could do nothing about it, either to prevent entry or help. She swallowed come and flooded the face below her with her own secretions.

 

The cock was at last successful, the bell shaped head passing her sphincter and entering her passage. She cared less about the entry, being as she was, swept along on a tide of euphoric highs as each of her lovers entered her or licked at her most sensitive parts. Gradually, she became aware of the thrusting her anal passage was getting. It was almost savage in pace and relentless in the depths it plunged. Paul had fucked her in this position before, but always with a care that bordered on over caution. She was being reamed hard and by an experienced cock. She felt her body open up for her lover, felt her muscles relax in acceptance of his ownership, as she relaxed, so he found new depths in which to delve until she could feel his balls banging against her coccyx. He exploded inside of her, having brought her to a shattering climax. His cock slid out of her, bringing with it, most of his seed to pool on the leather between her knees.

 

Over the course of the evening, Abigail was used by anyone who wasn’t currently engaged, some times, even those already coupled, pulled her into their clutches and invaded her body with fingers, tongues, cocks or whatever was available. She was treated as a whore might be, by one or many at a time. Abigail loved the abandonment of what she had become her body, somehow took the invasion and violations and responded many times over.

 

She was aware of Paul at the periphery of her vision and consciousness, but would not have been able to say if he had touched her since taking her arm and standing her in front of the host.

 

AT last, the night ended. Paul took her home but either, didn’t have the energy left, or was being considerate of the delicacy she was inevitably suffering from to do very much more than hold her tenderly as they slept.

The gift

 

 

The leather mask he wore seemed to be seamless. The only breaks in the smooth black leather were slits for his eyes and holes to breathe through, no mouth. She could hear the whisper of his accelerated breathing as he bent over her prostrate, naked body.

 

Abigail noticed the definition of his musculature as his skintight suit rippled with his movement. His biceps accentuated by the refraction of light as it bounced of the shiny material. Somewhat abstractly, in a corner of her mind, she thought he had to be extremely hot, trapped in the encompassing embrace of his costume. 

 

His two accomplices were similarly dressed, but wore carnival type eye masks. As with his suit, their breasts and form were there to be seen, not at all hidden by the material, but rather enhanced. The two female acolytes hovered closely, acting as aides to him, checking on her ritualistic bonds, that although were not terribly strong, served to restrain her in a classic spread eagle position over the cross shaped wooden altar. They were only in her peripheral vision, never staying in one place long enough for her to really study them. Not that she was very much interested in the two women; her attention was fully focused on him as he stepped between her parted and bound legs. Her neck was beginning to strain at trying to hold it up without support.

 

He had not touched her up to now; it wasn’t necessary, just the anticipation and implied threat were enough to have her quivering. The uncertainty of what was to happen, only increased the nervous quickening of her heartbeat and each lungful of air was chased by another as if the first was unsatisfactory in volume.

 

Abigail was determined though not to weaken and utter the agreed words that would stop the ceremony instantly. What was the word anyway? Amber, Amethyst? Something like that she thought, a semi-precious stone she was sure. Then she remembered; it was of course, her birthstone, sapphire. She committed the word to memory and then as quickly dismissed it because she had no intention of using it.

 

“Abigail, you can stop this at this moment or you can see it through. What is your choice?” The leather muffled his voice. She watched the mask move with the working of his jaw, but the question was clear enough for her to understand exactly what he was asking.

 

She only nodded in answer and caught the movement out of the corner of her eye of the blonde acolyte as she wheeled a stainless steel instrument trolley to his left.

 

“You desire the mark of your master?”

 

Again she nodded her assent, mouth unable to form the words in the mixture of fear and excitement. Her heart beat a little harder and faster, knowing the moment was approaching quickly.

 

“You remember the word?”

 

Her mind wandered and distractedly, she watched the play of the strong spotlight on the shiny leather as it moved with his speech. It was as if she had switched off somewhat, a preservation of sanity perhaps, a detachment, so that she didn’t have to realize the enormity of what the change in her life would be.

 

“Do you remember the word Abigail?” His disembodied voice sterner this time, as if not used to repeating himself.

 

“Sapphire” She pulled the name of the stone up and repeated it to him as quickly as she could.

 

“The next time you say that word, this will stop. You do understand that don’t you?” His voice had softened a little, but still held a timbre of authority that brooked no nonsense.

 

“And you are prepared to wear the brand and mark of your master?” His questions seemed annoying more than anything, but she supposed he had to be sure, because once done, it was irreversible.

 

“I understand and comply. Please mark me the sole property of my master.” It was the pre-planned and practiced response required in the ritual. She had learned the words and now repeated them verbatim.

 

He nodded once and then turned to the instrument trolley that was within easy reach of his left hand. Idly and still in a detached corner of her mind, she wondered if he was naturally left handed. Abigail couldn’t keep her head up any longer and lay back to watch him in the mirror on the ceiling.

 

Her mind wandered again, remembering the time that she and Paul had met. Although it had been only eighteen months now, the time had flown in one sense and felt like a lifetime ago in another. He had entered the smoking room at the office, nervous and unsure of his new surroundings and the people he found himself in company with. First days had that effect on most; she liked his vulnerability and struck up a conversation. They had gone out for a meal or something; he was new to the area and had yet to find his bearings. She couldn’t be certain, but it was either the third or forth date that they fumbled around in bed, hardly a momentous occasion and somewhat less than memorable. It almost finished the relationship there and then, but they got to know each other and sex gradually got better. This was the story she had concocted and overlaid on the truth. It was a happier event and effectively blocked out the realities of her formative life.

 

It was accidental really, that they discovered her penchant for the stronger form of sex. She could picture clearly how it happened, an innocent clasping of her wrists together, above her head in one of his large hands as he pushed into her that evinced her first really devastating, whole body climax. That was all it took to set them on a voyage of discovery and truth towards the end result that was today’s ritual. They searched for and found some Sadomasochistic and bondage videos that were watched intently before copying the action, as far as possible, given the limited resources of his flat. Eventually and to take their sex to another level, they joined a private members club of like minded individuals, where almost anything went. The access to costume and equipment helped in the development of her sexual awakening and his earned mastery of her body and mind. The bond they wove was based on mutual respect for each other and a shared desire for her to blossom into fulfilment.

 

The club was fine, but had one drawback, as an unmarked slave; she was there to be used by anyone who wanted her it proved to be too near her unhappy child and young adulthood. Being fucked, whipped or beaten by others had a certain thrill for both of them, but also started to drive a jealous wedge between them. They decided to explore her sexuality alone once more.

 

Her mind snapped back to the present, she realized she had missed nothing while she had been on her flight of memory.

 

He picked up a cloth that was covering something on the tray of the stainless steel trolley. From her changed perspective, it was as if she were watching the preparations of a surreal operation, where the surgeon had swapped his green scrubs for leather. He laid the cloth aside, but only partially uncovered the tools of his trade below.

 

An attendant leather clad nurse picked up a large pair of scissor like clamps and gripped white gauze in their pointed jaws, locking the handles together on the ratcheted device. She passed them to him in his left hand that appeared to be his right in the mirror image. Disturbed, the aroma of surgical spirit pervaded the small room.

 

She gasped sharply at the coldness of the cloth as he wiped it over her mons, soaking her downy hair, making the dark blonde hair appear black, then it was manipulated into her vulva, cleaning and de-contaminating her sex. She watched his latex covered hands and thought, how slender they were, almost feminine with long thin fingers. The spirit stung a little at first as alcohol very often does in her most sensitive does, something she and Paul had discovered accidentally one day when he had gone down on her with alcohol in his mouth.

 

Her masked surgeon placed the used clamp and cloth on another trolley to his right, her left as she watched. The arrival of the trolley had escaped her, but Abigail didn’t miss the anticipatory lick of lips his attendant on that side unconsciously did. She wondered what was going through the woman’s mind and tried to imagine what the view to the acolyte would have looked like.

 

Coldness made her gasp again and snapped her attention back to the main attraction. He was applying water from a kidney dish with another pair of clamps and a soft material that looked like cotton wool. Just as a surgeon, he held his gloved hand out and had an old fashioned soaping brush slapped into his waiting palm. He dipped it into the water and then into a soap dish, swirling it around until the bristles were laden with lather.

 

Carefully with a finger, he moved her labia to one side as he brushed the rich suds over her sex, taking extra care to make sure he caught the whole of her surface. Then he swapped hands and repeated the procedure, equally as careful to rub in the lather. Finally, he brushed her pubic vee and turned her dark haired pussy into a white swirl of foam.

 

He held out his open palm again after placing the used brush on what was now obviously the discard side. A closed cutthroat razor was slapped into his palm. Each stage completed in practiced ease and total silence. Deftly, he flicked open the blade and turned back to Abigail’s sex. She had an irrational momentary panic that he would cut her, but it passed in a fraction of a second. Her muscles had tensed at the same time and relaxed as the panic receded.

 

The first pass of the cold steel removed a sliver of foam and the hair that had been worked into it leaving what looked like a scar to one side of her mons. He worked in silence, slicing off foam in sure passes, manipulating her lips to one side or the other as he removed the hair between her labia and inner thigh where leg joins torso.

 

Satisfied, he stood back to view his handiwork, peering through the slits of his mask to make sure all hair had been removed. Obviously from his placing the cutthroat on the discard tray, he was satisfied with the result. Abigail was not one of those who like to shave her pubic hair too much, preferring the natural look and the musk her sweat soaked hair produced on her fingers when she frigged herself. It was odd, looking at her recently shaved pussy in the mirror, in a way it made the experience slightly more disembodied, as if it were someone else on the cross shaped table instead of her.

 

Her nasal receptors registered the smell of surgical spirit as he again wiped her with a soaked swab between the jaws of yet another pair of clamps. It stung rather more this time as the spirit permeated into open pores recently exposed by the razor. She involuntarily tensed and flinched as the spirit burned. He looked up and into her eyes, watching for her reaction and pausing in his operation to see if she would yell Sapphire. Abigail raised her head and stared into his blue eyes, almost defiantly and clenched her teeth as the burning sensation slowly passed. She let her head fall back and continued to observe in the mirror as a student might in a training hospital.

 

Content that she was not going to cry out the stop word, he turned to the tray and removed the cloth completely, placing it on a shelf under the top tray. Her eyes followed every movement, concentrating on the long thin, latex covered fingers. She realized that her mind was wandering a little, but his next movement had her attention in sharp contrast. He picked up a small wooden rounded tool that resembled a mushroom. It was transferred into his other hand when he picked up a wickedly curving sliver of steel, similar to a suture needle, but with no thread attached.

 

The attendant on his right approached and held the wooden tool while he pulled her labia forward, pinching out her clit to expose the hidden treasure. She placed the rounded end against the side of her teased out clit and waited.

 

Abigail knew she was leaking her feminine juice, any foreign touch to her female vestigial cock almost instantly had her creaming and his fingers pinching her most sensitive nub had her fluids flowing over her puckered anus.

 

He paused again and once more, looked at Abigail. This was her last chance to back out, but all it did was prolong the inevitable. No words passed her lips, but she signalled her consent with a slight nod of her head.

 

He knelt, his nose level with her open and soaked sex. With infinite care, he placed the tip of the needle on the opposite side of her clit to the block, still held in place by his aid. Abigail tensed in anticipation of the pain that she was expecting, but her determination did not waver in the slightest. This was her ultimate sacrifice to her master, the irrevocable wearing of his mark.

 

Trying to be dispassionate, she observed in the mirrored ceiling and waited for what seemed to be an interminable length of time for him to make the fatal stab. In the blink of an eye, he had pushed the deadly sharp needle through and against the block. Abigail waited for the pain, but it didn’t come. The second swab must have carried a localized anaesthetic or something. She watched as a bead of blood welled around the needle and was quickly wiped away by the other attendant.

 

Her hooded surgeon picked up a silver ring that was opened. Equally as carefully and considered as all of his movements had been, he pushed the end of the wire loop into a socket on the end of the needle and pushed both of them through her clit. He discarded the needle and locked the silver loop with a small snap as the two ends closed and connected with no obvious join.

 

Once again, he lent back to survey his handiwork while his aids put the instruments away and silently wheeled the trolleys out of sight. He nodded his satisfaction and stood up. Abigail was able to clearly see how she looked, manacled with her master’s ring in her most secret place. She liked the sight of her naked pussy and the way the silver ring shone in the reflected light. She was now and forever, his property, too late to back out now, even if she wanted to. The surgeon had made sure that the ring was far back on her clit, effectively pushing the nub forward and keeping her hood open. It looked fantastic and the culmination of hers and Paul’s desire.

 

But, it wasn’t to be the end of the ritual. Abigail had also chosen to be branded. Such was her dedication to her master Paul that she had decided to show him her devotion and service with the ultimate mark, his initials burned into her skin. Really, there was no choice though. Since she had met Paul and had been introduced to servitude and mutual love through their shared sexual practices, she knew that she would eventually show her master just how much he meant to her in this fashion.

 

They had discussed this ritual many times. The biggest problem they had experienced in the club had been her lack of ownership. Unbranded or marked, she was public property once passed the doors. Although they had enjoyed her debasement at the hands of some skilful masters and mistresses, they preferred to remain loyal and monogamous. Occasionally only, dabbling in group, or voyeuristic practises on their increasingly infrequent visits to the private club. They had seen the ritual in one of their collection of videos and fantasised her marking to the extent of buying a clit clamp and indelible markers to paint his initials on her breast.

 

The last time they had visited the club, Paul had mentioned their fantasy to someone who made the introductions to the Surgeon Master and after a few consultations they were now at this point.

 

She felt the heat of the brazier as it was pushed silently to her side. She had been pleasantly surprised by the lack of pain in her piercing, but knew this ordeal was going to be extremely hard to endure. Her resolve wavered a little; the word sapphire almost escaped her lips, but was stifled as she bit her lower lip. The surgeon noticed her trepidation and peered into her eyes, waiting to see if she would cry out the terminal word. He waited and was then satisfied that she had overcome the brief anxiety attack.

 

Wordlessly, he moved to her side and picked up the branding iron. She and Paul had had it made for them out of wire shaped into his initials PS that stood for Paul South. He inspected the lettering and then placed the iron in the hottest part of the white-hot coals to heat it up. In morbid fascination, Abigail watched the wire smoke a little as the protective oil was burned off. She watched as it went from black to cherry red into bright red as the heat of the brazier raised its temperature.

 

His fingers wrapped around the insulted handle of the iron and brought the glowing end up to his eyes, satisfied that it was hot enough; he turned back to Abigail and place one gloved hand on her breast and slowly brought the red hot end towards her white skin. She couldn’t look and turned her eyes away. Paul looked back at her through a glazed partition. Their eyes met and locked just as the intense pain of the burn registered in her brain.

 

She cried out, screaming his name through clenched teeth and saw his tears roll over his cheeks and the light of pride in his eyes. Her own eyes squeezed tightly shut and her muscles went into spasm, causing her to shiver violently. She desperately wanted the smell of her cooking flesh to pass, the shock and stink was making her feel sick.

 

She hardly noticed the removal of the brand or the slap of a cooling lotion and gauze over the burn. Gradually, the pain became bearable, but she was unable to see the result where it had been covered. Shamefully, she realised that her bladder had vented, the piss being mopped up by one of the leather clad acolytes.

 

“You have done well daughter.” His voice was still muffled by the mask, but was clear enough for her to hear. Abigail could only nod in acknowledgement.

 

 

Paul rushed to her side whispering words of endearment. He wanted to throw his arms around her and take her away. He had watched the whole operation from beginning to end never taking his eyes from her throughout.

 

“I love you.” He breathed into her tear soaked ear. Her bonds were removed and Paul was advised that the gauze should stay on for a day or two, but then should be removed so that a scab could form. Once that had fallen off, his initials would be forever emblazoned on her left breast, just above her heart and his silver ring would stay through her clit, forcing the sensitive nub forward to rub constantly on her clothing and make her perpetually ready for him.

 

“I love you too Master. May I get down from this altar now?” He was thrilled that she had asked in the correct manner, but knew he wouldn’t have punished her, not now that she had given herself, body and soul to his and their shared desires.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once in the car, Master hands me an anal plug, and tells me to insert it. I take off the shorts and work it into my hole, then pull them back on. I squiggle in my seat a little, to make them comfortable. Finally we arrive at the mall, and Master quickly takes me to the nearest bathroom. Inside, he opens our kit. Everytime we go shopping, I put on a different face. We have all sorts of skin patches and wigs, and a fake I.D. to go with every one. Today, I have sleek brunette hair and lush lips, and my eyes are brown. Opposed to my black hair, my largish lips, and violet eyes, I look completely different.

We walk into a department store, and my master looks at outfits. We have no trouble paying for them, as my master makes about 5 million dollars every year, training slaves. I am his personal slave, and to cover up our relationship in public, we married. I watch him intently as he adds outfits to my arms, but I also see him slip a few clasps into his pocket. Ouch.

master leads me into a changing stall, and closes the door behind us. All of a sudden, I know why he chose this store. Instead of dinky doors on the changing rooms, they have solid wood full length doors. soundproof. Master takes off hsi back pack, and pulls out some restraints. He fixes me in the middles of the room, and binds me heavily. I can't move an inch as I see him remove the clasps that hold the pants to the hanger. He opens one and places it over my clit. I am still not fully aroused, so he must play with my clit a bit first. after it is standing on end, he places the clamp over it again, and pushes it down. I gasp and tears come to my eyes, but master just grants me an evil grin. He takes out two more, and repeats the process with my nipples, which doesnt hurt as much, but still hurts a damned lot. I squeal as he walks around me and slaps my tits and ass, which still holds the plug. He does something behind me, but when he comes out, he is holding a whip. "I don't like that squealing slut. You should be punished. everytime you move or make a noise, I give you two more wippings. Count them." He starts with a brutal whipping. I squirm and whimper as I say one. "tsk tsk tsk, that sounded like a whimper. two more now." I curse him in my mind as the whip comes down again on my ass. I growl out "2". I scream when he whips my pussy, I just can't help it. the whip hit the clamp on my clit. He looks at me blankly and says "Five more for that" I count out 17 with no more incident, except for a good squirming when he hits my pussy. I am sore and in a lot of pain.

I want to scream, but hold it in when Master removes the egg from his pocket. The terrible egg is different from many others, because my master designed it. It has a wireless control on it, but the control uses radio towers to connect, so wherever I am in the U.S.A, he can control the egg. The egg itself starts out the size of a bouncy ball, but once inside of a person, it grows to be he size of a baseball. He inserts the small ball into my dripping pussy, then expands it with the control. He puts the terrible thing on and it vibrates heavily. I squirm around as it bumps the plug, causing deep vibrations in my ass also. Master takes off my restraints and walks with me to the counter, where we purchase the clothes. I walk around the mall with him, almost orgasming several times as he buys stuff for our vacation. After the shopping is done, he sits me down to lunch and we eat some great italian food together, but after, I see him slip some ginger paste into his pocket.

Master decides to walk around the the mall, and when we cross the arcade, he puts in two quarters to play dance dance revolution. I want to kill him. Every step had been agonizing, and now this? With a baseball sized vibrating toy, and a butt plug in me? With clamps on my nipples and clit, and welts on my pussy and ass? He gives me a good hard glare, and I step onto the platform. He chosses a hard song and whispers in my ear "If you want to escape another beating, you will get at least 90% of the steps in this game. The torture of doing all the steps is terrible, the vibrations bauncing around, the plug working itself into me, I thank the lord when it is over and I get 91%. Master walkks me out to the car and helps me into the back. He removes the buttplug and fucks my ass fast, heavy, which brings me quite a lot of pain after the beating. When he is done, he comes in me, then pulls out and replaces the butt plug. I dont move as he gets into the drivers seat and takes me home to pack for vacation.

I am excited to write the second part, or about the vacation, so please read and review, I love comments.

She was reluctant, but she eventually agreed. I knew that she would be signing herself over to me for the night and I didn’t want to disappoint. I had set the date for next week, so all there was to do now was wait. We kept in touch a little bit, we were both excited about the prospect, and both of us were more excited than we were letting on. I grinned as I read her e-mails to me. She seemed very eager, I found that appealing in a woman.

The week finally came to a close, and the night of Brit's big debut was finally here. I didn’t need to pack much, except for my suit. I figured I’d try and look a little nice for her today. I had instructed her on how to dress, hopefully she didn’t ignore me. I was silent as I drove down the winding roads from my rural home and into the rigid, geometric roads of the city. I didn’t even put any music on. My heart was beating faster than usual and my blood was roaring through me. I could almost swear that I heard it.

It was nightfall when I finally reached the place. Rain pelted my car and I just sat back for a moment, enjoying the melodious sound. It calmed me and I eventually felt my head clearing up a little bit. I took a breath and stepped outside, moving quickly for fear of ruining my outfit. I know the usual thing to do is to set the protagonist up to wait for his beautiful prize to step through the door. However, the real world doesn’t follow that particular cliché.

She was sitting alone in the front room. She was wearing, as I instructed, a white blouse with no bra and a black skirt, black stockings, and shoes. I know it seems customary to make them wear heels, but I never saw the point. She was a comely woman, with soft attractive features underneath her shoulder length brown hair. She had shapely legs that disappeared under her immodest skirt and good sized breasts (although I couldn’t tell you exactly what size the were.) I let my eyes roam up and down over her for a few moments more, noting that her nipples were poking out from her blouse already. I allowed a small smile to creep onto my face, trying not to appear condescending as my cock had been waiting to stand at attention since I had looked at her, and knowing the depraved acts that she would be joining me in didn’t help to keep me under control.

She noticed me as well when I began to walk over to her. I walked confidently, crossing the room slowly so that I stood before her. She stood immediately, and was perhaps a little shocked when she looked up at me. I had warned her about my being over six and a half feet tall, but apparently something gets lost in translation. She barely reached my chest. I extended my hand and clasped hers before doing anything else.

“It’s good to meet you, Brit.” I said casually, as if this were something that happened all the time. I sat down across from her and rested my elbows on the table. After a moment I motioned for her to sit. She did.

“Good to meet you, too.” She returned politely. She was more nervous than I was, and she was probably having a lot of doubts as to whether she was making the right choice here tonight. I merely grinned at her and let the thoughts and doubts slip through her mind.

“I’m not going to demean you by asking you if you know why you’re here, or any of that other pompous crap. I’m just going to ask you, one last time, if you really want this to happen. The moment that you do you’ll become mine for the night, and my attitude towards you will change drastically.” I said as I intertwined my hands on the table. The room was purposefully kept dark, and it was smoky and crowded, so I don’t think she could see the lustful glow in my eyes as I waited for her answer.

She took about a second to think about it. “Yes, I want this…” she said softly. There was anxiousness in her voice, undoubtedly. There was also eagerness. She wanted this to happen just as badly as I did. Possibly more.

I smiled again, a predatory smile that crept slowly over my face. “Good, the dungeon has been reserved for us. You’ll go down first and make yourself ready for me. Until then, sit here. I want to see if you did everything that I asked.” I said as I motioned to the chair next to me. She agreed and although I knew that she wasn’t wearing a bra I immediately let my hand run over her soft breast through her blouse. I gave her nipple a little pinch, causing her to wince slightly, and I let my hand trail down her stomach. I had instructed her not to wear an panties. I laid my hand on her knee, pushing upward and inward towards her thigh. I could feel the heat from her sex on my fingertips and her legs spread to let my hand creep upwards more. My fingers felt the puffy outer lips, already slippery, and pushed deeper. I immediately slipped two fingers inside of her. She gasped and bit her lip as I pushed deep inside of her, letting her muscles clamp down on my fingers. I kept my hand inside of her and slowly slid them in and out of her.

“Good, you did as I asked.” I said. A new tone entering my voice that I recognized well, there was nothing warm in it. I was, for all intents and purposes, a machine tonight. This seems to contradict the pursuit of pleasure but I think that the surrender of it is synonymous with all the carnal sins that I liked to indulge in. “It’s good to see that I have an obedient girl, an obedient whore.”

She whimpered slightly, more in lust than in fear, and her hips were rocking against my fingers slightly as I kept sliding my fingers in and out of her.

“I’m going to lay down your rules for the night, doing whatever I say without questioning it is a given. You are to address me as sir or master, as is customary.” I looked into her eyes as I continued to bring her closer to orgasm. “Don’t complain, don’t speak unless spoken to, understand?”

She nodded, her face flushed and her mouth hanging open. “Yes…master” She almost whispered, and I felt her vaginal walls clamp down on my fingers, hard, and felt her spasming around my finger as she had a small orgasm right there. I grinned and withdrew my fingers, she mewled slightly in protest. I lifted my fingers up, slick with her. She didn’t need to be told what to do and she took my fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean while she looked at me. Her tongue played over my fingers teasingly while her eyes glazed over slightly.

I pulled my fingers from her mouth and stood up. “Follow Greg here, he’ll make you ready for me.” I said as I motioned to a surly looking black man standing in the corner. I nodded a silent thanks at him that he returned as she stood up and went to him. They disappeared around the corner quickly, and I ordered a drink. I would make her wait for perhaps ten minutes. In truth I was too anxious to wait any longer.

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When I descended the stone steps I found her ready for me, as I expected. She had been shackled to the floor by her ankles and her arms had been tied behind her back in what must have been a strenuous position. She had been blindfolded and had a ball gag jammed into her mouth. Her clothes had been deposited somewhere, now all she wore was her black stockings. I stood directly behind her, staring at her damp sex that was thrust up at me. I could see that it had leaked down her thighs and onto the floor in places. I grinned. “My, you’re just begging for it tonight.” I said with a small smile.

I walked around her slowly, a lion looking down at his prey. I inspected her, and the various tools that hung on the walls around me, wondering what I would do. When staring down at a body that has been surrendered to you, that you have free reign with, one tends to become somewhat daunted by the task of abusing your power as creatively as possible.

I knelt down behind her, running my hand over her buttox slowly and enjoying the feel of her skin underneath my hand. Something that I had an affinity for was that ball gag, and I wanted to make her scream around it. I grinned widely as I knelt down behind her, fishing out my nine inches and mercilessly sliding it inside of her with one powerful thrust. She grunted around her ball gag as I did so, and pushed back against me. I gave her a slap to let her know to stop moving, she groaned in disappointment and stopped. I pulled out and pushed back into her slowly, lubricating myself more for what I was about to do. I pulled my slippery cock from her, much to her disappointment, and pressed the glistening head of my weapon against her anus. I began pushing up inside of her bowels, stretching her obscenely and painfully. I invaded her, and she did indeed scream. I reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up I pulled on her hair and pushed into her. I finally felt myself all the way in her hot, tight tunnel. The few thrusts I had enjoyed in her pussy had been very nice, but I knew my preference. I pulled out and thrust back up inside of her with the intent of causing the most pain.

She fairly screamed around her ball gag, tears streamed down her cheeks as I brutally sodomized her, my hand knotted in her hair. I’m a fairly strong man, I pride myself on it. I had no trouble supporting her upper body with my arm as I invaded her rectally. Her bowels clenched around my weapon as I slammed into her hot depths, each inward thrust causing her body to heave and her ass to jiggle in a way that I find irresistible and enticing.

I grunted slightly as I felt myself boiling over into sexual nirvana at the expense of this young woman and her dignity. I couldn’t have loved it more. I felt the sweet release as my seed erupted from me in a violent torrent up her rectum. She fairly screamed in either pain or pleasure, I couldn’t tell which as every muscle in my body tightened and I held my breath.

I finally settled down, releasing her head and letting her slump down underneath me. I pulled out of her, loosing a slow flow of cum that dribbled from her anus down to her dripping sex. I grinned as I stood up. Leaving my semi-hard cock hanging from my pants. She was breathing hard now, and writhing around slightly on the floor. I moved over to her and undid her blindfold and gag. She looked anxiously up at me for a few moments before uttering “Thank you, Master” under her breath. I couldn’t help but grin slightly as I moved to undo her arm restraints. I wasn’t nearly done. I pulled up a chair that had been sitting in the corner and placed it closer to my temporary pet.

I sat down and motioned her closer. She had disobeyed an order by talking, but it wasn’t anything worth punishing for, she had said one of the only things that wouldn’t result in my punishing her further. I stared deeply into her eyes as she looked up at me and she stared back into mine. We were alone briefly in that dark, decadent world. I felt a smile creep over my face as I brushed a strand of hair from her eyes.

Looking at her naked form I immediately grew hard again, and I motioned to my tool. She seemed confused at first, when she understood she seemed reluctant.

“But you just…”

I didn’t give her any time to finish. I grabbed her by her throat and shoved her roughly onto her back. I leered over her and growled “Do not speak unless spoken to, and certainly don’t question me.” My voice had taken on a predatory rumble and my eyes gleamed fiercely. “You stay right there.”

I stood then, leaving her laying on the floor with a look of mixed fear and anticipation in her eyes. Apparently punishment was one of her favorite things as well as mine. In any case, it was going to happen. My footsteps echoed on the hard stone floor as I moved to the farthest wall, letting my fingertips play over the various instruments of pain and pleasure. I almost absent-mindedly lit some candles on the table as my eyes continued to scan my options. I grabbed a few things and headed back with everything. Including the candles.

I lay the items near the chair. She still lay on her back, looking at the many instruments with that same mixture of conflicting emotions. I merely smiled as I laid everything neatly on the floor near her.

I reached down, letting my hand run over her soft body, my rough hands traced over every feature. “I’ll bet you’d like to cum again, wouldn’t you, you little slut?” I asked idly as I gripped her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching it. She nodded fiercely, “Yes master”

“You shouldn’t have broken the rules set forth.” I said emotionlessly as I twisted her nipple brutally. She hissed in pain and arched her back, doing a wondrous job of keeping her hands at her sides. “I’m sorry, master.” She finally managed.

I smiled, placing the first clamp on her right nipple. She grunted slightly. I quickly grabbed the second clip and placed it on her left nipple, the flesh was pinched between the brutal metal tongs in a way that I found most enticing. I watched her writhe from the sensation even as I applied lubrication to her asshole once more. She gasped as the cool gel made contact. She gasped again as the first anal bead made its way inside of her rectum. They had always been my favorite toy. I loved watching her sphincter open and close around the hard metal ball.

“Nine more to go.” I said coolly, “Do you like the feeling, whore?” I asked her idly. She moaned loudly and passionately in response.

“God, yes, master!” She cried out. I pushed in another one and her cries got higher in pitch.

“Who do you belong to?” I said, feeling myself get lost in a frenzy of unbridled instinct. This had always been a favorite question of mine, something about hearing the answer made me become a being of pure Id. I was going into dangerous waters here.

“You master, I’m your slut and your whore and your toy!” She cried out. I arched an eyebrow…she knew how to play. I inserted three more and began rubbing her clit slightly. She moaned and writhed around even more.

I inserted the rest of the beads, leaving only the ring exposed and glared down at her. I was surprisingly still in control of my emotions to some extent. “Better, but you still need to be punished for your earlier indiscretions. Understand?” I said grimly and she nodded her compliance.

I nodded and picked up the first red candle. I had allowed sufficient time for a good amount of wax to build up. I removed the clamps quickly, the sensation of blood rushing back to her nipples caused her to moan even more…the sensation of hot wax splattering on her breasts caused her to scream. I couldn’t help but grin as I tipped the candle once more. She cried out again, tears flowed from her eyes. I always loved to see that and it encouraged me to tip the candle again. We both watched as the red droplets of wax reached nearer and nearer to her navel. She looked up at me with pleading eyes and I, with a raucous smile, dripped some of the searing hot liquid directly onto her clitoris.

She screamed quite loudly that time.

I laid the candles down, now hard as a steel pole. She was breathing heavily and panting and sobbing slightly. The dried wax caked on her cunt was sopping still. “You did well tonight, slut, it’s time now for your reward.” I said soothingly as I caressed the side of her face. She sighed slightly in relief as I stroked her. “Thank you, master…please fuck me…” Her voice was barely a whisper. I grunted and positioned myself between her opening. It was time for the real thing.

I slid into her with my weapon in one stroke. I felt like she was on fire and I knew that I must have felt like a white hot brand sliding up inside of her. I fucked her for all she was worth, her body gyrated and her arms encircled my back as the muscles bunched and tensed. I grunted like a beast as the sounds of our sex and her cries permeated the air. Her nails dug into my back as I took advantage of her for all she was worth.

“Oh God, Master!” She whispered over and over to me as I continued to slam in and out of her. I could feel the anal beads in her rectum as I mercilessly assaulted her tunnel. She contracted wildly around me as our bodies heaved and writhed together on that stone floor. There, the world melted away for us as we both descended into our own sordid world together.

I could feel myself starting to reach the edge, and I knew that she was too. “I’m gonna cum.” She said through her gasps and moans. “Good,” I said quietly, “tell me when.” I grabbed the string of anal beads and tugged slightly to let her know my meaning. She gasped loudly.

“Now! Do it now!” I grinned as I slammed myself in to the hilt, shooting my load inside of her at the same time that I pulled viciously on the beads. They flew from her ass one by one as she came, fiercely. Her back arched against me and her legs wrapped around my waist, even with the chains holding her.

We both came down, then, breathing deeply and staring at the other, laying in a messy pool and both of us an absolute mess. We both smiled at the other contentedly. I pulled from her and stood, arranging everything and trying to get freshened up. “Thank you, master.” She said after a long moment, when I was standing up and about to ascend the steps.

I nodded. “Feel free to call me any time.” I said, and flashed her a smile.

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The first box contained a large, a really, really large rubber phallus with a suction cup.  Every detail was correct from its huge head to the network of veins and huge, swollen sack ending in a large suction cup.  I ran my fingers over the length wondering if I could handle what My Master would demand me to do with this toy.  It was so much bigger than any man I’d ever had, bigger than any of my fantasies.  I could hardly reach my hands around it girth and I got out a tape to measure it.  It measured 14 inches long and 8 and ½ inches around.  The thickest guy I’d ever fucked had been 6 and ½ inches around and most were only half as long as this 14 inch monster.  I tried to suck on the tip and could barely get the head in my mouth.  I liked it pretending it was Master’s cock and I longed for his body beside me, his hands taking me further, and his desires feeding my own, until I melted into him completely.  My pussy was flooding, my nipple crinkling hard with arousal and I squirmed in my chair, suddenly climaxing.

 

When I came back to earth I began to wonder about my climax.  I had come just from anticipation and fantasy about the cock I held in my mouth.  They thought of My Master taking me, in person, had yielded a complete and total sexual response from my body and mind.  I opened the second package and found two items designed, I thought, for my nipples, but I was at a loss to tell exactly how they worked.  There was a cup-like opening for the nipple and a large suction cup on the other side.  Clearly the nipple was to be drawn though the tiny neck by suction, however when I looked up the opening was blocked by what looked like metal spikes pointed toward the middle like spokes on a wagon wheel.  There was no way my nipples were going to get through metal no matter how much suction.

 

I picked up My Masters letter and read the familiar salutation that never fails to make my pussy respond.  “My Dearest Slut Slave,” Everyone I knew, everyone I was friends with, everyone who had ever been a lover knows me as a shy, perhaps even prudish woman, but My Master understood I was really a dirty little slut needing punishment, needing to be sexually used and tortured, needing to be forced to cum over and over.  “Take petroleum jelly and thoroughly coat you nipples pulling them outward as far and as hard as you can.”  Oh with pleasure Master,” I say out loud entering into my fantasy.  I work my nipples forcing them erect and stiff and pull them very hard as the slip slowly free from my fingers only to be pinched once more by my eager fingers and tugged forward until I am working them with real passion, my moans becoming audible and pleasure filled, my whole cunt tingling with anticipation. 

 

“Now it is time to apply the suction cups.  Please be aware my pet that these are going to cause you some pain in application and a lot more in removal.  They are designed to cut your nipples when removed and you will have to apply the white powder to keep the cuts clean and to increase your pain.  Have the bag open and ready for use.  Be aware that once applied there is no way out except for the pain so carefully consider.”  I was past consideration, my body on fire.  I only wanted the increased passion that danger and pain brought.  I wanted My Master to do evil things just like this to me.  I so wanted to be sexually hurt.  The thought of being tortured until my nipples bled nearly made me cum again.

 

I looked once more at the devices and poked a finger tip up toward the neck and found the pins were actually wheel like devices that would turn as my nipple entered and move with them allowing easy entry.  I placed it over my left nipple and began to repeatedly squeeze the suction cup the Vaseline allowing the metal cup a airtight seal .  It was as if a forceful mouth had taken my sensitive nipple into its warmth and was sucking it ever further into its depths and my body loved the sensation.  My tip had met the metal pin barrier and was pulled through the opening which was much tighter than I had thought and a tiny degree of pain surged up from my stretching nipple as the who of it entered and narrow neck and moved beyond the tightness of the pins now centered way at the base of my nipple the flesh of my areola now being pinned firmly in the device.  I stopped and let the heavy metal object hang form my nipples bringing all sorts of new and mostly painful sensations as it tugged and pulled at my fully aroused nipple.  I quickly applied the other to my right nipple knowing I would gain no relief from my arousal until My Master saw I suffered, as I deserved to, for being a dirty slut.

 

I left both of them on my nipples their weight dragging my upturned nipples downward and I read the next line of My Master’s letter.  “Next find the two cords I included and you will see one end has a small loop.  Take the ends without the loop and tie one to each of the small metal loop on the nipple clamps.  Then take the big cock and attach it to the wall just the right height to fuck you from behind.  Position yourself just in front of that big cock and then lean over and touch your toes and while you are there slip the cords loop over your big toes, then lean back and fuck my hard cock.”

 

It was diabolical!  I had to lean so far over my nipples were in agony if I applied any pressure at all to the cords and I couldn’t avoid doing it while I fucked the rubber cock and I wanted to feel the monster inside of me more than anything.  I leaned back feeling the horse sized dong enter me, gasping and grunting like the little whore I am, but the nipple pain became sharper with each movement and I saw little drops of fresh, bright red, blood begin seeping from under the clamps and down my breasts.

 

I was so excited that I watched the blood with casual indifference and a certain pride in the fact that I was truly being tortured.  The main distraction though was this huge item buried in my needy little cunt.  I thrust back and forth on the rubber dong my cries audible for all the world to hear.  If anyone else heard my sounds they must have know I was having the hell fucked out of me.  The organ ran its large head up against my front vaginal wall in a way nothing ever has and pushed me steadily on toward climax but the pressure was light and fleeting and involuntarily my desperate need for climax forced me upright.  Both clamps pulled free of my nipples in a brief searing moments of sharp biting pain and then impaled by the large cock I climaxed as pleasure and pain mixed and fought with each other for mastery. 

 

As my spasms began to die away I saw my nipples were covered in blood while drops ran down my firm white breasts, following the curving undersides to my chest wall and some red tracks were working down my ribs toward my belly.  Fascinated, I broke out of my fantasy for a moment to get the digital camera and took shot after shot my myself using the timer, the tripod and even my reflection in the mirror.  Then as blood still welled up from my damaged nipples I picked up My Masters letter.

 

“Take a handful of the white crystals in each hand the rub the palm-full over your nipples.  The pain will increase.  As it does take you crystal covered hands and let them take turns slapping you hot, wet pussy as hard as you can until you cum.  Then you can clean up and play as much as you wish”

 

Taking the white powdery substance in my hands I cupped my nipples rubbing them vigorously for just a few moment before the pain began and I realized it was crystallized salt being rubbed in my wounds quite literally.  I panted in pain for a moment and then desperately began slapping at my clit, salt flying from my fingers and after just a few impacts I realized that the tiny abrasive crystals were producing micro cuts all over my pussy lips and clit, which began to burn an hurt and yet I couldn’t stop.  Relief was a climax and I pushed brutally onward until at last I found blessed relief in my rhythmic contractions of pleasure and then stumbled toward the shower, all my pleasure centers hurting and damaged, yet over sensitized for pleasure which left me unaccountable aroused.

 

When clean I could see my nipples has been cut multiple times from the base to the tip in a rising spiral as cleanly as if done with a razor.  Only upon reflection did I realize the “pins” were actually sharpened blades, dull on the entry side but surgically sharp on the other.  The spiral effect can from the blades honed and beveled edge.  The cuts were already clotted and nearly invisible except at very close range.  It was more than amazing – it was artistic and erotically charged to see such sexual art cut into my body.  I reached for the shower massage and directed it between my legs a soft purring noise coming from my throat as I drifted back into pleasure.  “Oh Master, I hope you can taker me in person soon.”

     

 

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Again Eleanor came forward and collected the second bottle of wine. She smiled and mouthed thank you to me as she left. Once the stars had left, I began my usual routine and walk round the building securing outside doors. As I passed the first aid room, Eleanor called me in. “thanks for the wine” she said “have you got a corkscrew?” my sense of humour kicked in as I replied “Of course I have, I am a male after all” “No I mean a real one” she quipped. “Of course its real, I am not made of rubber” I challenged. “No, No, I want to open this bottle of wine to share with my staff” she retorted. “Oh ok I will scrounge one from catering and be back soon!” I offered. When I returned, we stood in the First aid room, had a drink of wine and a cigarette. A lump of ash fell from the end of the cigarette, it landed on my thigh. With out a word, Eleanor got up came round my side of the desk and lightly brushed away the ash, making sure she contacted my soft penis. It jerked as she brushed over it. I said “I will give you six months to stop that”. She smiled and returned to her seat.

As I started to leave to finish my rounds, she asked “Want some company on your rounds?” “Ok, if you’re finished here.” I replied. “Well I have to come back here to run my colleagues home, but if anything happens at this late stage they can contact me through your radio” she said. So we walked out of the room and down the corridor. As we approached the back of the building, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into a storage room. Next thing we were kissing, her hand feeling my prick hardening to her touch. I returned the compliment by squeezing her right breast. Suddenly a noise attracted my attention to back out in the corridor. Having checked what caused the noise, I found the cleaner just walking away from us. I asked Eleanor “What wine do you prefer?” she replied “Librafraumilch, why?” “Well next week I will bring you a bottle for you to share with your staff and a separate bottle for you and me!” I answered.

What I did not know was fates conspired against me and because of my experience I was sent to a different site the following week and for the next four weeks was kept busy away from the sports centre. I thought Just my bloody luck.

Eventually someone must have complained about the standard of staff being supplied to the centre because on the Saturday morning I was told the following week I was to be back at the sports centre. That night I phoned the centre security officer and asked him to check out the first aid room. “Ask for Eleanor, and if she is there ask her if she is still on for the bottle of wine she was promised?” nervously I waited ten minutes for him to return “Eleanor says you bet!” was his reply.

I pick up during the week, a bottle of Librafraumilch and a bottle of champagne. When Eleanor arrived that Saturday evening, I approached her and said “I have something for you in my security room!” she replied “all you security guards say that, you just want to get me into your room you. Kinky man” I let the comment go after pinching her arse as she turned to walk away, she looked back smiling. Later I dropped off the wine for her to share with her staff and whispered to her that I have a separate bottle of stuff for you. Pick it up before you leave. She asked “What time do you finish here, as I know this is not an all night site?” “11.30 is my lock up time, I have ten minute window to set the alarms or we would be invaded by local police” was my reply. “Ok, I will run my staff home and will wait outside in the car park for you afterwards!” she added. I nodded.

At 11.30 pm I went to set the alarm, but because of a cleaner wedging a door, the alarm went of and two minutes later the place was swarming with police officers. I advised them that the alarm had malfunctioned and was just going to reset it now. They waited till the alarm was set and the doors locked before they went away. I walked over to the only car left in the car park and found a not too amused Eleanor. “What happened?” she asked. I explained “a bloody cleaner had wedged cardboard in an external door when they had been putting out the rubbish, it triggered the alarm!” Eleanor explained “I had two randy coppers come snooping around my car” I looked at her and thought well I can understand them being randy, because she sat there in the smallest mini skirt I have ever seen, a white sheer blouse which clearly showed her aroused nipples and told me she had no bra on.

I opened my bag and showed her the champagne, “Where do you want to drink this?” I asked. “As my flat mates are away, let’s take there to drink, shall we?” she replied. I nodded. As she drove to her flat she deliberately flicked the edge of her skirt up exposing the edge of her white knickers. Then her legs flopped open, or as much as she dare whilst driving. I notice a darker patch at the base of her knickers, obviously she was becoming aroused.

When we arrived at her flat, she collected two glasses as we headed for the living room. She turned to me and wrapped me in her arms, eager I suppose to renew that kiss from a month ago. Her tongue traced the shape of my lips and snaked its way into my mouth, I brought my hands up towards her soft breasts. Locating the already hardening nipples, I gave them a gently twist, which caused Eleanor to softly moan into my open mouth. She quickly pulled away and suggested I open the Champagne. I poured two glasses and offered a ‘Cheers’ as I took a sip, she did likewise. She then said “Let’s not waste anymore time. I want you in my bed!” she led the way to her bedroom where in 2 seconds flat she was stark naked. Hardly surprising though she only had three items to remove. She walk forward to me and began undoing my trousers.

We climbed into bed, as my arm cradled her neck she took another drink from her glass and said “Ray, I want you to fuck my brains out!” “I will try my very best” was the only reply I could manage. Climbing into the missionary position, I rubbed my hard cock along her moist slit, before slowly pushing its full seven inches slowly into her.

As I built up the pace of our fucking, she suddenly said “Ray, what would be your ultimate fantasy?” I stopped and looked at her, saying “I suppose like most men, to have too sexy horny women in the same bed at once!” “Oh that’s easy to arrange” came her reply. “What’s your fantasy, then?” I enquired. Suddenly she went shy, saying “No, I can’t tell you! You’ll think me a pervert or something!” I assured her that nothing she told me would shock me, so with a little persuasion she said “OK, let me out and I will show you!” intrigued I rolled off her and watched as she climbed out of bed, walked over to a wardrobe, opened the door, reached in and the turned. In her hand she held a nine foot leather whip, the kind you see in western films. I must be honest and say at first I panicked, thinking she wanted me to use this on her or even worse she wanted to use it on me.

I think she saw the panic in my eyes, as she smiled and said “No, silly I don’t want to whip you or you me, but I love to have this rubbed over my cunt and tits as a warm up for sex. And I love the feel of it wrapped around my hands in a sort of bondage way, with the handle end having been used on my cunt, being forced into my mouth for me to suck” I breathe a sigh of relief and said “That’s OK, if it’s what turns you on!” she handed me the whip and for the next 20 minutes, I caressed every inch of her skin with the whip, teasing her nipples with the bulb like end before tracing a path down towards her cunt. By the time I reach her cunt, not only was he soaking but she was giving out little body tremors.

Easing the end between her cunt lips, I slowly inserted about five inches of the handle and began to fuck her with it. Suddenly her orgasm broke and she squirted some much as she came that my arm and hand were drenched in cunt juice. Never had I seen a woman shoot cum, it looked like she was pissing, an arc of fluid almost three feet. I removed the whip handle and starting at the tip end I wound the whip around her wrists, until about two feet of the whip remained. “Open wide, Bitch. You’re going to suck this clean!” I said. She shook her head in a feigned refusal. I brought the handle down to her lips, but she shied away from it. Almost forcing her head towards the handle I pressed the handle to her lips. Still she refused. “OK, Slut, it’s your choice! Either open up and suck this fucking sticky cunt juice from this whip or I am going to Spank you till you can’t sit for a week!” I threatened. Her eyes widened as slowly she opened her mouth.

As she sucked the handle, I could see the passion in her eyes rekindle. This really was turning her on again. “So, you like to be ordered to do things with the threat of punishment, do you?” I asked. She simply nodded. While she continued to suck the handle, I re mounted her and pounded her cunt. Just before I cum up her I pulled out and pressed the whip handle to one side of her mouth forming a little hollow between her lips and her tongue. I quickly wanked my cock into its first eruption and aimed it to deposit my load against the handle and her lips. A pool of spunk formed just inside her lips. Mind you a lot more went over her eyes, nose and even some into her hair. Almost as if stirring a pot I moved the handle around coating it in the white sticky goo.

“Now clean that off the handle, my pretty cum slut!” I ordered. After she had thoroughly cleaned the handle, she said “I need to go to the toilet, Master, I need to pee and to clean this mess off my face” I climbed out of bed and said “Come on then bitch!” again she looked wide eyed at me. “What, you’re going to go with me?” she enquired. “Yes, why do think you’re above me watching you take a leak?” I demanded. “Sorry Master, I have never pissed in front of anyone before!” she offered. When we got to the bathroom, I instructed her to stand in the bath facing me, “now squat down, with your knees as wide apart as you can” I demanded. “Now let’s see you piss!” I added. A slow trickle began to emerge from her pee hole and quickly turned into a torrent as her bladder muscle relaxed.

“See it’s not so hard is it!” I offered. She smiled weakly and said “yes, Master!” I suddenly had the urge to relieve my bladder also, so I told her to remain there as I release a long jet of golden fluid over her knees, aiming my prick I directed the flow to her cunt and up towards her breasts. As I did so some splashed up towards her face, she instinctively opened her mouth and tasted my piss. When she saw I had noticed this, she blushed, saying “I have always wanted to try that!” I turned the bath mixer taps over to the shower and rinsed her off. We returned to bed and slept with me spooned around her.

We both must have been really tired, because it was 10 am when we woke. I instantly became aware of other movement in the flat. I nudged Eleanor who said “Oh its ok that will be Katie or Emma! My other flat mates!” “Thought you said they were not home!” I enquired. “That was last night, silly. Maybe one of them came home earlier this morning!” she offered. Suddenly her bedroom door flew open, standing there was a woman about 5’5” tall wearing a dressing gown which was not fastened. I immediately saw that was all she was wearing and her tits and cunt were on full view. She immediately snatched the edges of her gown and held them together. “Sorry, I thought you were alone, Eleanor!” she said “I heard movement and thought I would offer you a cup of tea” she added. Eleanor looked at me and said “Tea or coffee?” It was as if nothing had happened, I don’t think I would have been so cool if my flat mate had just exposed himself to my overnight guest. “Coffee, white with two sugars, please” I stammered. “I’ll have a coffee to please, Emma” Eleanor calmly said.

With that Emma turned and trotted off leaving the bedroom door wide open, although I did detect a sly over the shoulder glance as she walked away. “Are you all like this when your home, don’t any of you knock before going to each others rooms?” I asked. “Why no, what have we got to hide, we all have the same equipment” she replied “But we could have been making love, or something” I offered. “You’ll get used to not being embarrassed once you have stayed here a few times.” “Although we do draw the line at making out in the front room in front of each other, after all that’s why we have separate bedrooms” she added.

Not much later, Emma came walking down the hall towards us, her gown wide open again as she had a cup in each hand. Bold as brass she walked to Eleanor’s side of the bed and leaning forward placed the cups on the bedside cabinet. Standing up again she smiled, not attempting to close her gown. “Hope you like?” she said. Eleanor said “Slow down, Emma, He’s mine; Put your charms away there’s a good girl”. By the tone of Eleanor’s voice I could tell she was not even annoyed at the play just been made by Emma. “Spoil sport” was all Emma said as she left, again leaving the door wide open.

Eleanor and I slowly got up and dressed, I arranged to see her again on my day off in three days time. Eleanor’s parting words to me were “See if you can come up with something really exciting for me to do, MASTER” really stressing the word master.

Lips parted, as he attempted to speak. Yet no words came from his lips. Only that of a gasp, as he saw her. His... Dark Goddess. Knees started to quiver. Silvia started to form within his mouth, just looking at her. Her raven hair pulled into a single pony tail. Her eyes. By the very gods, her eyes. Lined in the beauty of dark eyeliner, and painted to a perfection. It was as if he was seeing her in a whole new light. She had always been beautiful in his eyes, yet now she was just beyond amazing. His eyes trailed down her neck, where encased was that of a beautiful velvet choker necklace. Gulping, his eyes dared to go lower. To her bouncing breasts. Billowing out of her corset. Adding more of a lovely shape the the beauty of her.  His eyes moved down even more. To her waist, where that of black pair of panties, that appeared crotchless hugged her hips. He could feel himself getting excited, just by looking at this.. Creature before his very eyes. How blessed he was. Her hands, held something within them. Something black. He gulped. And let his eyes lower, a bit more. Oh by the Gods! Her legs. It was the boots he had pointed out to her not so long ago. And she had just giggled at him. Up to her thighs. Laced. Oh... His knees began to quiver. He dropped to his knees, and began to crawl over to her upon them. And then, SHE walked out.

Her hair, as deep as red can be. Almost like that of the crimson blood that drips from ones body when they bleed. Her lips painted in a dark red as well. Brilliant green eyes seemed to just burn into you. Her skin tanned to a perfection. Her hair down to her waist. Crushed red velvet adorned her chest. Bringing her beautiful breasts out to a peak. Much like his dark angel, her panties were crotchless. Fish nets adorned her legs. And the boots. Oh the boots!! Patent black leather, with ties all the way up her legs. Within her hand, she had that of a leash.

His Dark Goddess moved up to him, at first stoking his hair. And then, reaching over him, as he raised his head, to smell her sweet frangance, slapping his ass. "Now. Alex. I know you spoke of things you have wanted to do. I figured, seeing it is your birthday, we could do something.. Special." His birthday. He had all but forgotten. How old was he now? His mind trailed for a moment, until he saw her hands reaching around his very neck. What?! A collar. Looking at at her. "Sabrina. What do you think you are..." His voice trailed as the other woman moved to him, and slapped his ass with a riding crop. "She is NOT Sabrina. She is your Queen. Your Mistress. And you will do her bidding!!" Eyes trailed up to his wife. He was looking at her in a whole new light.  The black leather collar snapped firmly about his neck. Almost pinching it. She looked over to the other woman who was standing over him, and nodded. "So. Slave. My bitch! You will call me Mistress Sabrina. And this. This beauty here, is Mistress Storm. Do you understand. A slow nod came from his head. "WHAT?!" The crop from Mistress's Storm's hand, came down upon his buttocks. Slapping hard. Wincing some, looking down in a sub-missive position. "Yes my Mistress Sabrina. And Mistress Storm. I am... Your willing slave." His wife nodded his head, and moved away. "Put the leash on him." The leash was placed upon his collar, as Mistress Storm moved towards the room. Looking back at the pet, she tugs on the collar. "All fours bitch. Follow." What could he do? Besides do what she wished. Oh by the Gods, he had been blessed today. On all four he went, and willing followed her. Head lowered, submissive. But oh so very turned on.

To the room, of his main domain they went. How she had changed it all. The bed, was draped with darkened material. It looked to him from where he was as though it was lace. Black lace? His eyes then trailed to the candles. Oh so many of them. As his head picked up, he saw more of the bed. It looked to have objects on it. Tilting his head, trying to figure out exactly what they were. It was then, that he felt the sting upon his arse once more. Mistress Storm's voice stung in his ear, as she tugged on the collar. "No one told you to look about did they?!" Instantly his head lowered, as he shook his head. "No Mistress Storm." He could hear his Dark Goddess walking about the room. "Click click click click." Oh how he longed to lick those boots!! The clicking stopped in front of him. He could see her boots. Yet he did not look up at her, until her fingers were placed under his chin, and brought his eyes to meet hers. There was a smile on his face. A smile, that he couldn't think that he had actually ever seen before. And to think, he thought that he knew this woman so well. How she had surprised him. Oh shit! She was talking to him, and he had missed it. The next thing he knew, that ridding crop was back upon his rump, as he winced. "Did you HEAR me Slave?!" Sadly he had to shake his head. He had naught. "I told you to stand up, and strip!"

Promptly he was upon his feet, undoing his belt, and then trousers. The smell of computers was on his hands. God. Work. But.. fuck all that right now.  Would she punish him when she saw. He didn't know. But by the Gods he was so hard. This woman, surprised him, and turned him on so well. Fingers went under his boxers, and tugged them off. Letting them drop to the floor. Now fingers began to work on his shirt, tugging on each button. Pulling the collared shirt off, and letting it drop to the floor. His erection, standing straight into the air, as he could feel her fingers barley move against it. Bitting his lip, as he inhaled. "Look at me." She whispered into his ear. He shook his head. "No.." Defiance. Did he wish this? Yes. Longed to feel her try to break him. The tugging by his new Mistress Storm, upon his collar, and he pulled back. "No." His Dark Goddess took the lead then.

She was taller then him now. With those boots on. Oh and by the Gods she made him tremble. Her hand was upon his ever so hard erection, grasping it so tight. Yet there was some pain, yet it felt so good at the same time. A shiver ran through his very body. She used his cock to pull him closer to her, her velvet red lips ever so close to his face, as she whispered. "Everything you want, is before you Slave. But, my dear. you. WILL be Broken." He begins to shake his head. Her hand grasped him harder, pinching the head of his cock. As he winced, she twisted her hand some. "You will bow to me, Alex. You will be my slave. You will be my bitch." He nodded his head "Yes..." He brow arched, as she leaned down, and pulled her teeth upon his ear, biting down hard. Her breath hot on his ear. "Yes.. What?" He groaned. "Yes... My Mistress Sabrina." She smiled, and let go of his cock, and then pushing into his chest, a new set of leather clothing. "Put these on."

          Knowing how long I’d waited to fuck her and that I couldn’t be happy with just having cum once, she sucked me until I was well on my way to another climax and then turned over her hands separating her round butt checks and presenting me her ultra-tight asshole.  I wasted no time in placing my cock still wet form her mouth all the way to my balls in her anal passage.  I fucked her long and hard her cries of pleasure mingling with my sighs of exertion until at last I pulled out.  She spun about the sucked my cock fresh from her ass, into her mouth and moments later she was struggling to gulp down a second load. 

          Exhausted I laid back and we began to visit about her day.  April thought she might have had 15 orgasms that evening.  She told me about eating those wonderful women at the bar and how powerful it made her feel to make them cum.  She also told me about her long-term fantasy regarding her female neighbor, Carol. 

Carol was a single attorney who lived next door and raised horses.  It seems she’d tried a couple of times to land Carol in bed and things had gotten close, but never quite happened.  Once she and the neighbor had, in the course of a Saturday afternoon of girl talk and adult beverages had stripped to the waist and compared breasts.  Carol’s breasts were large and she been excited as April had touched her tits and playfully tugged at her nipples as they hardened with arousal and Carol had started moaning in pleasure.  At that point April had been sure they were going to make love together.  She’d lowered her head and just as she started sucking on Carol’s sweet sensitive tips the doorbell rang with the overnight deliveryman and the mood was completely lost as the scrambled to find clothes and answer the door.   Tonight, at the bar, she’d explored some other women’s genitalia.  This was a great first time experience but what she longed for more that anything else was to play with another woman’s breasts.  

          “Well, there’s nothing we can do tonight so go to sleep. However the next time you see her I order you to try and have sex no matter how aggressive you have to be.  You’ve been submissive now you must learn to dominate another as well.”

          When I awoke next it was early morning and in the predawn light I could hear heavy rain, which made no sense given a temperature in the 20’s.  Creeping from bed I looked out at a magical, but dangerous sight.  Trees bowed to the ground and ice covered everything ranging in thickness from ½ inch to 1 inch thick.  I could hear snaps and cracks as limbs and even whole trees failed under the strain. 

Sliding back under the covers April’s naked back was facing me and reached over cupping her breast, the nipple hardening instantly, encouraging me to twist it gently, which was rewarded with a sleepy moan.  I began working both nipples tugging and twisting and as her arousal built I manipulated them quite roughly pinching them very painfully and pulling them out from her chest, my strong hands bringing gasps of both arousal and discomfort. 

          My cock had sprung to life and with her butt right there I soon entered her dripping vagina. After several minutes of sleepy thrusting she reached back and guided my soaked member in line with her back passage, whispering, “Here!”

          I forced myself into her steamy rear end and her hand disappeared between her legs masturbating wildly.  In just moments she started to cum sliding up and down on my shaft wildly forcing every think inch I had in and out of her back door.    I came less than five minutes later and we both immediately fell asleep in that same position

          About two hours later I awoke to find the head of still semi-stiff organ still just inside her anus and her body moving, trying to thrust, her hands were evidently still in place near her clit and were rubbing her pleasure center vigorously.  I cooperated with her movements and soon was hard and happily sliding up her ass, fucking her anally for the third time in less than 6 hours.  At length till she shuddered in yet another climax, but I had to take a rain check for my orgasm.  I had not trouble attaining an erection but was just too beat to get off

          We finally got up around noon surprised to find we still had electricity given the heavy ice conditions.  We lit a fire in the living room fireplace then headed to the shower where we had a good time playing feely, grabby while washing each other but we were hungry so we dried off and stood by the fire, warm, naked and happy.  The flames lit up her shaved vulva and entire area pink from the hot water and my cock responded with a instant erection.   She smiled.  “We’ll take care of later I promise.” She told my organ and leaned down to take it in her mouth for a couple of moments.

Still nude we headed into the kitchen where I began cooking omelets while she brewed so coffee.  I delighted in seeing her naked form.  We had not even begun eating when she looked out the window and saw a heavily clad figure work their way carefully up the icy steps toward the door.  I was shocked when he ran to the door and opened it wide inviting whoever to come in with both of us standing there stark naked!  There was absolutely nothing else for me to do, but go with the flow and in just seconds a very attractive woman in her late thirties or early forties entered the room behind April. 

“Tom, this is Carol my neighbor.”

Carol looked at me her eyes lingering on my cock still semi-erect.  I could tell she was trying to figure out what was going on and so was I. Worse, having a lovely woman checking out my organ was erotic in a oddly embarrassing way and I was getting even larger as if my organ wanted to show off for her.   “I didn’t realize I was interrupting anything, “Carol gushed turning a shade redder that the cold had already made her cheeks, her eyes rarely leaving my now stiffening dick. 

“It’s ok Carol.  I should have warned you.  Tom and I spent most of the night fucking and we hadn’t quite gotten around to finding some clothes.”

“I couldn’t believe April’s blunt comments about our having sex, but Carol interjected to April, “You didn’t tell me you were dating anyone.”

“I’m not.  Tom is an old, old friend from my college days.  He’s been helping o explore my sexuality, but that can wait.  What’s going on with you this morning?”

“I lost power in the ice storm so I fed the horses this morning and when I glanced up the hill and saw you had lights decided to come up and visit.  I should have called first.”  She said glancing once more at my now straining manhood, the purple head engorged and pointed at her like a weapon waiting to impale her.. 

“Carol you are soaked to the skin from the rain.” April interrupted.  “Come take a shower.  Tom can make another omelet for you and I’ll get you a robe or something for you top put on while Tom and I will get covered so you’ll be more comfortable.”

“That’s sweet but you can stall naked if you want. It really kink of erotic looking at you two and knowing you just did it and you took that thing inside you.”  Then she smiled at me and followed April to the bathroom amid a sudden flood of girl talk I heard April say, “in the ass.” So I guess she was getting filled in on exactly how I filler her. 

When April returned she had thrown on a extra large sweater that almost covered her ass, but her but buttocks were exposed a couple of inches as was her shaved pussy.  Socks were on her feet.  She brought me a pair of boxers.  I could hear water running and April leaned close and whispered that this might be the time to fuck Carol if she was willing.  I said nothing just reached for a April’s slit and found her absolutely soaking with arousal at the very thought.  So I nodded and turned the omelet.

When Carol came back when was wearing April’s terry cloth robe, but she wasn’t being any too careful about how she tied it.  Hence she was providing us a very nice view of her cleavage, an act that did nothing to calm my cock down. Thankfully we sat down to eat and marveled at the winter wonderland of ice outside.

After we’d gotten used to each other April gave Carol a brief and relatively tame overview of our recent sex life explaining that she’d always want to be tied up and forced, “you know the old rape fantasies we all have but don’t really want to have come true.  Tom provides me the safety net to explore that which I’d never want to experience and couldn’t if it wasn’t for the fact I so completely trust him to look after my welfare while he uses me.  So I guess you’d say we’re lovers, but we aren’t trying to fall in love just enjoying the pleasures we can share.”

“My God April!  I’d no idea you were such a slut!”

“We all are deep down.  When was the last time you had sex?”

“Carol hesitated for a moment.  But April bore down relentlessly.  I know it’s been a while, because you can’t just settle for anybody when you are looking for true love and one-night-stands are almost never satisfying.  There are only a few men like Tom who know how to pleasure a woman’s body until you’re ready to die and then takes you even farther and is willing to do it without a love relationship.  When was the last time you had sex?”

Carol looked at the floor and finally whispered, “more than a year.”

April didn’t back off, but when on.  “Believe me I know what it is like to want it so badly, but not being willing to settle for just anybody.  When was the last time sex truly satisfied you?”

“Never.”  There were tears now and April was out of her seat holding the sobbing woman’s head to her chest and comforting her gently. 
            “Never?”

“Not really.  Oh I’ve cum a few times with some men, but usually they just climb on top and flail away for a couple of minutes leaving me barely aroused, let alone satisfied.”

“Then let us show you how to really enjoy yourself.  Come and sit with us in front of the fire and we’ll stop anytime you don’t like it.”

I wondered what she would do after all she was being propositioned by her girlfriend and a man she’d never laid eye’s on before this morning.  Carol stood and looked at us. I thought she was going to leave, but it was impossible to judge her expression.  Then she untied the robe dropped it from her shoulders and walked naked into the living room settling on the floor in the warmth of the fire. 

April and I followed amazed at her delectable body and her willingness to try.  April went over to the kitchen cupboard and got out a ceramic dish.  Pouring oil into the dish she carried into the living room placing as near the fire as she could on the hearth.  We both stripped naked as Carol sat watching us and then, we sat on either side of her and picked up a foot apiece as she rested her back against the sofa her feet extended towards the fire.  Dipping our fingers into rapidly warming oil we began to carefully, sensuously rub her feet soon bringing pleasure-full sighs and moans form Carol’s lips, her breathing deepening, her large, round breasts rising and falling in time, her nipples crinkling and hardening anticipating the touch of sex that had hardly begun. 

After some time we took more oil and with the now warm liquid began working up her calves then her knees and finally her thighs being careful to brush very close to, but never quite making solid contact with her inner sex.  Her hips began arching upward trying to gain our attention for her sex, but we continued to play dumb for a number of minutes and then at last we began to pull apart her outer lips exposing the pink inner lips and her mysterious female wetness that had become a sheathing caldron, her soaking labia testifying to her highly inflamed state. April ran her fingers through Carol’s slit brushing skillfully over her clit and forcing a grateful cry of pleasure from Carol’s lips. And then we moved on getting her to lay flat and working our way up her belly lingering on her pubic mound and eventually finding our way to her breasts where I backed off and worked the arms and shoulders while April enjoyed those large, yet firm round breasts.

April just didn’t give up, she rubbed and pulled and twisted, then licked and sucked the pink nipples until Carol was nearly frantic and still April continued.  Carol was massively aroused by this point and April was working her responsive nipples with real passion almost brutally manipulating them bringing a stream on nearly continual sounds as Carol’s body discovered the joys it had been missing.  I’ve no idea how long we would be able to maintain this level of stimulus with our own rapidly arousing state, but Carol solved the dilemma by climaxing from the nipple play alone gasping and crying her head rolling from side to side in the agony and ecstasy of an earth–shattering orgasm.

April then climbed atop her in the six-nine position.  Pulling Carol’s legs back April offered me Carol’s hot and willing hole.  My cock seemed longer and thicker than ever as I entered the tight, rarely used opening and began thrusting in as out in time with Carol’s cries of pleasure.  I could feel the woman begin to lift up and meet my thrusts then when she judged the time right April began using her mouth to bring Carol even more pleasure and before long I felt her cunt contracting in her second climax.  I fucked her hard and deep for another five minutes then April pulled me out and taking my hardness in her hand, redirected my cock to Carol’s tiny pink anal opening.

There are not word to portray Carol’s panic as she felt my thick cock spreading her puckered rosebud and dive deeper into her bowels.  “Please!  I never…”.  Then just when I was sure she would ask us to stop April sat upright and slapped Carol’s wet sex, causing a loud stinging whack with her hand and bringing a startled shriek from Carol.  When slap after slow slap on the wet excited tissue continued I sensed a response around my cock in her ass.  She now was welcoming my insertions gasping at the depth of the thrust then a short cry of pain and pleasure as April hit her sex with an open palm.  After about thirty sharps blows Carol began to cum screaming at the top of her lungs in pleasure.  When she came down to earth I pulled out and April sucked my stiff organ then I walked around to April’s rump her legs still straddling Carol’s face.  I looked down at her and placed my cock that had just violated her virgin asshole, at her lips, which she opened and eagerly sucked me in, then she realized the power of her position and guided me into April’s wet and willing pussy exclaiming her delight over the sight of a woman being fucked just inches from her face.  Hesitantly she reached up and began licking April’s wetness seeking her clitoris.  I pulled out and positioned myself at April’s anal pathway then jabbed myself forward impaling her on my aching pole and fucking her hard and deep until I was ready to explode with two writhing women under me eating each other’s pleasure centers in absolute lust.  When I could stand no more I pulled out and sprayed stream after stream of hot white love juice all over April’s groin and into Carol’s open and eager mouth.  I had climaxed a lot this weekend so thought there would be less fluid, but I shot our at least 12 or fifteen large streams over both women.

By now I was beat, but the girls clearly had more in them as we all cuddled together Carol commented.  So this is what Tom’s been helping you with.”

“Well not quite.” April replied.  “My tastes are a little more dramatic.  I like pain and Tom’s has been torturing my nipples and clit until I cum over and over.”

“You like that?

“No!  I love it!  It is so great to learn to climax while doing stuff that hurts.  It’s liberating actually.  I gain so much I can transfer to regular everyday sex.  Now if a guy is doing something I don’t like or maybe even hurts I can go along and climax anyway.”

“Come I told them I will show you what we do in a gentle way.”    

“Entering April’s bedroom I found her toys, some items recently purchased with the 500.00 dollars won at the club (the shopping trip was a story all it own.)  I brought back three sets of nipple clamps and the same soft athletic bandages April and I had previously used.  Taking a good look at their different heights, I had April move to first step facing downward and Carol standing on the floor facing up the stairs so their torso lined up perfectly.  The first two pairs of clamps I used to connect their nipples to each other.  Even though hers were not real tight Carol whimpered about the clamps, not a true submissive but gamely going along.  The last we a pair of vibrating nipple clamps that I carefully placed one on each other their clits.

“God!  I can take this.  It hurts!  It hurts! Carol cried out, but I told her to endure a couple of minutes. I oiled their chests playing with the clamped nipples and tugging the chains.  Then I had them hold hands and I wrapped their arms Carol’s right with April’s left and reverse on the other side.  By the time I got to the upper arms their oiled and clamped nipples were rubbing together.  Turning on the vibrating clamps I got the video camera and sat back to enjoy their suffering.  Soon they began to make noise and move the vibration on their clits driving them both wild.  Suddenly they began frantic French kissing and I heard April cum.  Then Carol began reaching for her own release, rubbing her nipples against April’s and grunting in her desperate need to climax, being able to only advance toward release one tiny fragment at a time, until at last, she went over the edge.

I left the girls there for another two more climaxes and then released them.  Carol sank exhausted to the sofa and sat there ginning stupidly.  “God I never know I could get pleasure this way.  Can you show me more?”

“Maybe later. I think the houses need their evening food and chores done so we’d better go.”  I assured her, and so we dressed and headed out into the winter storm for Carol’s house. 

 Part 5 to come

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After our rest and recovery period, I told Borf he could fuck my ass. I had him do the olive oil preparation and finger-fucking with other attentions I wanted simultaneously. When we were ready, I lay on my side and put him behind me. With my top leg forward he had an easy target.

Aaaah!! He was in comparatively easily and though it still caused me to pant, I didn't feel splayed as some others had made it. I got him fucking slowly and slowly going deeper in. I put his hand on my cunt and he got the idea of that.

"Faster now!" I commanded, "Oh God! That's so good!"

It was. This was the nicest experience of my asshole's fucking career. I met his thrusts and reached back between his legs to fondle his balls. I grabbed and rubbed and soon got a great gusher of cum up my ass.

"Oh, yes! That's the way I like it!" I almost shouted.

We rested and played for a while. I worked on reviving his cock and directed a different position for our next fuck. I wanted a rear entry with me on all fours. I directed him to finish in my ass. He followed my wishes and I had his balls in my hand much of the time. I like that.

Borth said he liked finishing in my mouth more than my ass, but he liked a long ass-fuck a lot. I suggested we vary the finishes and we'd have a long ass fuck when I wanted it, but not every time we were together. Of course he had the legal right to fuck his slave's ass all day and all night if he wanted, but I knew I had Mr. Y on my side for regulating my sex life.

I decided to sleep with Borf that night. We did get a little sleep.

The next day at lunch, Mr. Y gave me the writing paper for my letter to my uncle. I related my experiences to my uncle and told him my status though well treated now. I explained to Mr. Y that my father had been the mayor of our town and that there's little chance that he would have survived, since he fought with the defending soldiers. I told him my mother had left three days earlier to try to reach my uncle's house.

"And you stayed and fought, didn't you" Mr. Y surmised. I nodded.

"I thought so" he said, "you have spirit".

This was my day with Torf. After he'd finished his lessons with his tutor, I took him to my room. His was packed with boy stuff; not the right setting for amorous delights.

I questioned Torf about his sexual experience. He had also been sucked by Borth's friend's sister, both before and since he was potent, Borth didn't know. He'd felt her cunt. That was it.

I had a lot of teaching to do. We kissed and I had him undress me. I taught him to suck my tits and how I liked fondling and squeezing. I got him down between my legs and directed his licks, probes, and finger-fucking. I kept him at it until I was satisfied he'd learned well.

I had him stripped and sucked him off. The skinny little kid had a skinny little cock but I enjoyed it. If I'm destined to stay here, he'll be a good fucker before long. We played during his down time and wrestled. I jerked his cock a lot so he wouldn't be shy about offering it.

When I thought I could revive him, I started sucking. He came up fast. I wasn't really hot yet, so I had him rub his cock on my cunt and tits until I told him to mount. I put him in my saddle and guided his cock.

"Come on! Shove it! Fuck me ! " I squealed.

He got his ass moving. I kicked his butt to inspire harder thrusts. We found a rhythm now and the fucking got better and better. I told him to finish in my mouth. He groaned and and shouted "Oooh! Oooh!" as he withdrew and splattered cum, mostly on my tits trying to get to my mouth. I sucked his cock, licked up some cum, and had to wipe down.

"Not a bad first fuck" I said.

"I'm killed!" he answered.

"No you're not" I replied, "You're going to do a lot more with that cock today! "

In a while, I resumed sucking and turned to put my cunt on his face. He knew what to do about that now. I got him erect again.

"Let me know when" I said and I got on top of him and guided his cock into me.

I bounced my fucking ass merrily and massaged his chest as my cunt became even more appreciative of it's partner. He told me when he was coming and I lifted up, and lowered my asshole slightly on his cock head annd jerked his cum into it.

"I've never fucked an asshole before" he said.

"You still haven't really" I replied, " tonight you'll really do it."

At dinner that night, Mr. Y said that he had sent my letter. He didn't have to ask Torg about his sexual experience. The kid was mooney.

Mr. Y gave me two books to read and he had arranged to brrow more from his friend when those were retuned. His books, he said were all very dry, but if I liked history, I might find some of interest.

I told him that in "adult" reading, I liked to learn about other countries. He smiled and said he'd pick one out in a day or two.

In the early evening, Mr. and Mrs. Y had some visitors, and I guessed, very important ones. All youngsters were obliged to be in attendance, have a cup of wine, and keep our mouths shut. I was introduced as the newest member of the household (no mention of slavery, I guess that was understood),and Mr. Y bragged on how much I'd brightened up the house, and that I'd soon be taking dancing and singing lessons, and that I could read, write, and passably calculate. The guests were impresed, though they quickly got down to the business of planning anew waterway. I learned that Mr. Y owned ships that traded with other countries. Wouldn't I love to travel on one? Oh, yes!

The guests delayed my night with Torf for an hour or so. We went to my room again. We stripped and I grabbed his cock.

"Let's get upside down" I ordered more than suggested.

Our mutual oral work continued until we both satisfied. I stayed in that position and told him he was going to fuck my asshole and to oil it. I told him how and directed his finger-fucking to get ready.

I sucked him up to rigidity and, as with Borf, had us on our sides with him behind me. He got a good lesson and passed his test. I liked a smaller cock fucking that hole just fine.

We had a rest and a clean up. I sucked him up once more and got him on me and in my cunt which he pumped very well this time. He successfully came in my mouth this time. I didn't keep him for the night.

He had done well for one day's fucking and was now experienced in the fundamentals.

Nothing unusual happened before lunch the next day. I was now to start the regular routine of three days with Arful, three with Borf, and one with Torf. Arful was not home and would miss an afternoon session. I had time in the afternoon to read.

I will skip ahead a month or two in my story in the concluding chapter which includes a very risky adventure.

(To Be Continued)

"Why?" Ann aked. Mark explained, you're a nice girl and nice girls can't handle what goes on in my world. "What do you mean?" Ann asked.

"I'm into rough stuff," Mark replied. "Kinky stuff, threesomes, whips, chains and all that. And I don't think you're that type of girl.

Ann didn't believe him. She felt he was trying to blow her off. She was going to call his bluff. "I'll give it a try," sh said.

Mark asked her if she was sure and she said yes. So they made plans for the weekend. Ann would spend the weekend at Mark's place. Mark said it would be a weekend that would change her life. Ann could tell by the look in hiseyes that he meant it. In fact she almost backed out. But a part of her was curious. In fact her pussy was starting to ache in anticipation.

Friday night Ann caught a taxi over to Mark's condo. By the time he let her into the apartment her pussy was soaking wet. When she stepped into the living room she saw that Tom, the personnel manager from the radio station was there. She looked at him and then at Mark. Mark  said to Ann I told you I was into threesomes. And Tom said to Mark I told you she would get down. Ann was speechless.

"Take your clothes off," Mark said. Ann looked at Mark with a look of shock on her face. Mark said, "you said you'd be willing to try new things right. Ann shook her head yes. Mark then slapped her across the face hard. "Then take your clothes off bitch.

Ann clutched her face. "That hurt," she said. "Do you want to leave?" She shook her head no. He smacked her again. "So take your fucking clothes off then." Within a few minutes Ann was naked. Mark was still dressed but she could see his hard on through his jeans. Tom approached her with a ball gag."We'll use this until you get used to your punishment. New bitches usually scream a lot and we don't want the neighbors calling the cops thinking we got you hostage in here. Tom put the ball gag on her and then slapped her hard on the ass. She squirmed in pain.

The two men then led her toward the back off the condo. In the hallway leading toward the bedrooms there was a pull up bar just above Ann's reach. Dangling from the bar were two pair of handcuffs. One end of the cuffs were cuffed onto the bar. Ann's hands were place in the other ends. The two men then walked away, Tom went back into the living room and Mark went into the bedroom. Suddenly loud music started playing. After a few minutes she heard something behind her, she turned and saw Tom standing there butt naked. His seven inch dick was rock hard. He had some type of metal pole in his hand. Ann stared at him, she was horny but she really wanted to be fucked by Mark. Suddenly her ass felt like it was on fire. She turned around to see Mark standing there with a whip.

Ann was now having second thoughts. She knew enough about S&M to know that they should have disused a safety word in case she wanted to stop. "I want to stop," Ann mumbled through the ball gag.

Crack! Mark brought the whip down across her titties. "Shut the fuck up and turn around and face your co master Tom," Mark said. Ann didn't know what to do. Crack! the whip came down on her tits again. It hurt and she was scared, but surprisingly she was still horny. She turned to Tom.

Tom took the metal pole and attached it to one of her ankles. He then attached it to the other one. Ann's legs were now locked open. Her pussy exposed. Tom touched it. "This bitch is wetter than a mother fucker." Mark brought the whip down on her ass. "Did we give you permission to be wet.

Ann shook her head no. She was starting to cry. "Please don't hit me again." Crack! The whip came down hard against her ass. "Shut the fuck up! You only talk when given permission or spoken to. She nodded yes. Tom dropped down to his knees and grabbed her by the back of her thighs. He held Ann firmly in place and began to eat her pussy. He was good. He flicked his tongue against and around her clitoris just right. Within about 45 seconds she exploded in an orgasm. At the same time Mark brought the whip down on her ass. One, two, three, Ann lost count because Tom was still eating her pussy. She went from orgasm to orgasm. She started out screaming stop, but by the third wave of this continuous orgasm she started screaming fuck me.

The whipping stopped. She turned and looked back. Mark was starting to undress. At last she thought. Then another orgasm went through her. She looked at her pussy, not only was Tom eating it but now he had four fingers in her. She usually didn't allow guys to do this because she felt it would stretch her pussy out of shape but this time it wasn't what she wanted. She then felt Mark's eight inch dick at the opening to her ass.

"No," Ann said as Mark thrust his cock up her ass. The pain was overwhelmed by a massive orgasm. She looked down at her pussy and could see Tom had his whole hand up to the wrist in her pussy. She was rocking her body in rhythm with the two men. She felt like she was going to faint. Suddenly Mark started to tremble. "Yes," he screamed as he exploded a nut in her ass whole.

Mark stepped back and Ann thought she heard a sucking sound as Tom pulled his fist out of her pussy. They unhand cuffed her, took off the ankle bar and led her to the bedroom on woobly legs. "You understand your role now?" Mark asked. Ann shook her head yes. He pushed her onto the bed. He then spread her legs. She lay there waiting for some dick but then saw Tom hand Mark the whip again. She shook her head no, but before she could do anything else Mark brought the whip down into her pussy. She screamed and closed her legs.

Mark looked at her with a serious look in his eyes. "Open your legs." She obeyed. Ann knew she belonged to them now as the whip came down between her legs. He hit her a total of three times before Tom climbed between her legs and fucked her sore swollen pussy. He soon nutted. As Tom climbed off of her Mark approached with a box full of gadgets.

""What now?" Ann said. "I need to rest." The two men looked at her. She covered her mouth she realized she had spoken without permission. "You're still learning," Mark said. "But the next time, four lashes to your ass pussy and tits if you speak out of turn again." He then started to pull things from the box.

First he pulled out a butt plug. Then a large battery powered dildo that looked like a strap on. Ann wasn't sure what the straps were for, but she was sure it would hurt her more than it was going to hurt them. Two pair of cuffs and something that looked like a hair clip. Except for the fact it had wires attached to it and seemed to be powered by four D batteries.

Ann was starting to cry. "Turn over and spread your cheeks," Tom said. without hesitation she did. The butt plug went into her ass. She was then turned over and the dildo went into her pussy. The straps fastened behind her ass so that the dildo couldn't slide out on its own. Then the hair clip was attatched to her clit. Her feet were cuffed to the foot of the bed and her hands to the head board.

The dildo in her pussy was turned on. It started to pulsate in her pussy. The hair clip was turned on and it gently vibrated against her clit. He orgasm was immediate. This is not to bad she thought. But when Mark approached with the pillow case she knew this would be the worst yet.

"This is the only way we allow whores of your caliber to sleep," Mark said as he put the pillow case over her head. "See you in the morning.

"NO!" Ann mumbled through the ball gag. With the loud music playing she knew no one would hear her screams.

What did I get myself into Ann thought as another orgasm rocked her body.

To be continued.

Ms. Sunderhaft is 34 years old, has long dark brown hair which is always tied back, she wears thick low profile glasses, is about 6'1", I’m guessing she weights between a 140 and a 150 pounds and always wears long earthy toned dresses which teased at her big thick juicy hips and ass. I use to wonder what it would be like to clime up and into her dress. In class she would get pissed and the boys and give the meanest grin I every seen. It use to send chills down my spine.

Ms. Nastold is 42 years old, has long blonde hair, tan skin, she always wore baggy, long sleeve shirts and baggy long pants with a big thick belt which always seemed to be on to tight. Unless you were like me and it drove you nuts, I’d get the biggest boners in her class as I watched her pants dance over her thick thighs and big beautiful butt. She also wore a scorn that could stun and her eyes made me shrink.

We enter through the side door on the barn and I was led into a hay covered stall with a wooden saw horse in the middle. She forced me over the horse and Ms. Nastold handed her prison handcuffs. She put them on me along with a 200 pound weight at my feet. They then both walked out smiling and laughing. Ms. Nastold returned a short time later with a large pair of shears. She walked up behind me a pressed her heal on my asshole. She leaned foreword and cut my shirt off. She removed her foot and sheared of my pants and socks. She then went around to my front, grabbed my hair, I cringed, "awhhh what’s the mater little bitch cant take a little pain., look at me!" she then said, "come on you use to love drool over me and try and hide you little boners. What is it about me you love to drool over?" I said, " your big beautiful buns." She said, "would you like a taste of my ass little bitch?" I nodded, she dropped to her knees in front of me, reach back and grabbed my hair. She smiled and said, "you sure you want a taste?" I licked my lips, she grinned and shoved my face into her pants fabric, my mouth ended up right on her asshole, I sealed my lips over it. A few seconds later she push harder and let out a big juicy delicious fart. I swallowed and breathed in the sweet stinky smell. She was shocked I would enjoy such a humiliation. She said, "mmmm you nasty little slut, maybe you like a real taste of one of my ass twinkies?" I licked my lips and said " Anything you want mistress N." She then uncuffed my hands, bent over again, I reached up grabbing her big soft hips. I leaned as far over the horse as I could, grabbed the belt she was wearing and began to unbuckle it. My heart raced as I slide the pants down to reveal that big round beautiful ass. I noticed the hair trail running from her asshole, I looked down to she her big blonde muff. I smiled and took a big whiff of the womanly scents. I then drove my tounge into her hairy crack. A few taste later I felt her stink hole push back against my tounge. I sealed my lips around it as she squeezed out the first tasty turd. I swallowed it, but out of the corner of my eye I saw mistress S coming toward us with a very large black strapon and a whip. She stormed over, dropping the strapon, raised then whip and brought it down right onto the right cheek of mistress N ass. She screamed and mistress S yelled, "who said you could humiliate my bitch?" Mistress N then ran out holding back the tears from the big red mark on her beautiful ass. Mistress S then kicked me over onto my back and stepped on my hard cock bulging from under my boxers. She then pulled shackles from the side walls of the stall and attached them to hands and feet. She then gazed down at me, "lets give you a real taste of a woman." She pulled up her long dress, to reveal the hairiest bush I’d ever dreamed of, squatted over my face. She then ordered my mouth open, pulled it up to her pussy, let out a groan and began to piss on my face. I sealed my lips around her pee hole and swallowed her sweet salty piss. She pulled my mouth off and watched as the urine filled my cheeks. I swallowed the mouth full and was ready for more. She let go of my hair, turned around and with her shiter inches from my mouth. I watch her asshole muscles contract and a long mushy shit dropped onto my cheek. Her shit flooded down on my face like soft serve. She order my mouth open, pressed her buns onto my shitty face. I swallowed tasty turd after tasty turd. Next she said, "Maybe there is hope for you after all you disgusting slut. You can come in now Becky." She came in with her brother with nothing but a leash and with a ball gag on........

My husband likes to share me with other men.  His preference is to be present, but he enjoys the stories I bring home.  It keeps our sex life interesting.  I’ve always had a strong need for sex and something more.  The more makes my husband nervous.  He knows it’s something I’ve fought for too many years, but can’t stop wanting to walk along the edge of the dark worlds and explore.  Pain and submission both strong needs that he can’t satisfy. 

That’s how I came to be in a strange town, meeting someone without my husband present for hopefully lots of sex slightly on the edge.

I was nervous.  Not sure what to expect or what Master would ask of me.  I settled myself to be willing and wanting no matter what he asked of me.  I trusted him to know my desires… still the nervousness made me wet and it was hard not to slip my fingers into the wetness I knew I’d find between my legs.  It wouldn’t take much to make myself cum to release some of the tension.  But, no, the tension was part of walking on the edge.   I wanted every sensation to last as long as it would. 

Finally the phone rang… it was him of course checking to see if his whore was ready for him.  His instructions were simple.  To set the hotel door so it wouldn’t close all the way so he could come in. Then lie naked on the bed.  He wanted me to tie a scarf around my eyes as a blindfold and put in ear plugs.  I was to lay with my legs spread wide and my arms stretched out as if they were tied to the bed and wait for him.  As I laid there I couldn’t stop from pulling my legs together and feeling the way my clit was sensitive and how wet I was becoming.  Once I cupped my breasts and squeezed them together… twisting and pulling on the nipples enjoying how sensitive they were becoming.

The waiting could have been just a few minutes but it seemed like forever.  Even with the ear plugs I could hear slight noises and constantly I wondered if it was him. What I would do if someone else came in the room and found me in that position.  Finally I could feel someone was in the room.  He was being very quiet soon I felt a cold edge of something sharp against my skin.  I felt my body respond trying to feel the light touch stronger… even when the point touched against my clit I found my body wanting to raise up and meet the touch.  YES!!!!!   Suddenly the knife was gone and the strong hands I remembered were exploring me.  Probing how wet I was and the finger came up to my face touching my lips where I eagerly opened my mouth to suck on his fingers... wishing it was his dick inside my mouth and sampling how I tasted.  One of the first lessons I’d learned is you have to earn you Masters’ cock.  I could hear he was talking to me and moved an arm to pull one earplug out slightly so I could understand.

He was asking if I was his whore... Oh my yes...   all of me his for what ever he desired.   I could hear myself say, Yes Master, I’m your whore… not willing to add what I was thinking...  Please fuck me.  He would when it was his time, not mine.   I could feel the weight on the bed change again as his hands spread my legs farther apart.  His mouth descended on my cunt… greedily sucking and biting until I was crazy and could hardly hold still…  how could he make  me cum biting my most sensitive clitty like this…  sucking it up and nibbling on it.  I didn’t dare pull away even though there was pain. Instead I let myself relax into the sensation and then was trying not to cum…   not until he told me I could…   as if he knew.. he told me to wait... not now… and he nibbled and sucked more ….  Just when I didn’t think I could obey he told me NOW...  and I came so hard my body lifted towards him... putting more pressure and making me cum even more…  he sucked me gently as my body came down from that marvelous moment. 

The bed moved as his body moved away..  I could hear him again rifling his bad, but couldn’t see and didn’t know what he was getting until a dildo pressed against my lips… I knew I was already wet, sopping wet from coming and the dildo slid in easily.  There was something near the base that touched my clitty….  Then he turned on the vibrations.. it was too much and I came immediately..  body pulling away from the bed, back arching with the force of meeting all the dildo I could be sure was inside my body.. I wanted it all…  quickly it went from wonderful to too much.  It was almost as if he was punishing me for cumming without permission … I tried to struggle away but his hands held it firmly against my clitty until I lost count of how many times I came… finally he started fucking me slowly with the dildo, each time the base hit against my clit I alternated from reaching towards it, then trying to get away.   There were a variety of dildos and I came again and again.. I was so weak, but wildly wanting more.   Wanting him.

He settled up amongst the pillows and I laid between his legs… enjoying the sensation of sucking him in as far as I could… almost to the base…  each time trying to keep the sensation for him to feel as if he was fucking my cunt.  When he tangled his fingers in my hair and set the rhythm he wanted I was in heaven.  Nothing to think about but the wonderful feel of him slipping in and out of my mouth..  lips, tongue trying to create a wonderful sensation  for him..   every now and then he would force me down to the base… I could barely breathe and he held my head there and I loved it.  Loved him for it.  Knew he’d never hold me down longer than I could bear…  trusting him completely.  Straddled him when he was ready for me and tried to suck him with my pussy…  using the muscles to pull and suck him the way my lips had before.  My eyes closed listening to his wonderful voice talking about his whore…  demanding more from me, to try harder…   and I tried as hard as I could…  wanting him to appreciate his whore, love his whore… but most of all to use his whore as he desired.   

Hours went by… with quiet discussions and more sex.  Was sad to see him leave, but understood that this was my place in his life.  Willing to accept the time he had for me. When he made me feel so wonderful .

There’s always tomorrow for another day of pleasure for us both.  Later I found the slight trace the knife edge had left on my body... already healing and sure to be gone by the next day.  Still I loved that my Master had marked me in a small way.  Made me feel just the little more his.

So this is Cory's secret tonight. She was thinking in that when the bell rang. Cory openend the door. The man was very well dressed, she got excited. Both talked and laugh a few hours, they took many cups, talked and talked. Cory was expecting the right moment to go to take the injection. When converstation started to decrease, she begun to tease him: she wear a black shinny night outfit with a sexy necklace. Her big tits were very well highlighted and her beautiful profile described by the outfit. Her fleshy red lips combined with her black hair and her dark deep eyes don't took a long time to get the man so hard that she noticed it even with his pants on. She kissed him with bitch tongue movements and she rubbed his cock with her fine hands.

"Do you want fuck me? do you want to make me shout?" She asked near his ear "Yes Cory, let me cum on you"

She take his hand and brought him to her bed. During the short walk, Cory took subtly the injection from her garter belt. The syringe point was extremely fine and the man felt anything while Cory injected the serum insede him. She dropped the syringe under the bed and she make him strecht on the bed. He was really excited. Cory wanted to dominate him on those silk sheets. He thought in rigt. In a few seconds, Cory took hidden belts and attached him to the bed. She knew the serum was slowly making his effect. Once she had attached him very hard, she started to strip on the bed. Making slow movements and throwing her shoes far, she got on his male and started to zip her outfit. In two minutes, the man saw an incredible woman. Her black and red bra combined with a black pair of stockings got him even more excited. She easely dropped her panties on his face so he could smell them. Then she got dawn and make him sniff and suck her clit. A few later, se had her first orgasm and jizzed a few liquid on her panties and his man face. Her nipples were erected and her bra taut.

When she considered the time, she streched on his man and put her tits on his face. She explained everything, every part of his plan: the injection, paralysis, erection, cum and finally death. The man didn't gave any credit but some minutes after he started to feel tired. His energy was going to his nuts. He felt them harder and he got panic. Cory was still on him but now expecting.

"I'm gonna leave a few minutes, I'll return when you'll be ready to me" Said with a sexy voice.

"Please, leave me out" suplied him "No, I want you to cum and enjoy".

Cory leaved the bedroom while he was trying to get up. The man felt slowly how he was awake but he couldn't move. He decided to try to avoid his erection. If he could resist thirty minutes, the effects would disappear and his energy will return to all his body.

Ten minutes later, Cory returned to bedroom. She looked at him and smiled him. She was really beautiful. She was wearing the same black bra and so exciting stockings with this fluffy gartner-belt. She bring a little box, like a king of enveloppe. He couldn't see more. Cory got near him and touched his pants: he was floppy. She smiled again then she leaned on him and kissed him.

"Don't resist to me, you're gonna cum"

After that, she released him from the belts. He couldn't move. Cory started to undress him very slowly. His pants, his socks, jacket, shirt. The she started a devil's dance. Cory begun to move her hips, to smile to her man, she removed her gartner-beld and her stockings

"C'mon, get hard, let me get the orgasm" surrounded to him.

Cory took off her stockings and lend one of them on the bed. She finally removed her bra and the man saw her spectacular tits: big, firm and round with beautiful erected nipples. Cory was looking to her man's slip. He was resisting nice the erection. But when she took the content of the mysterious box she felt a little growing inside the slip. She took her pantyhose.

"You like them?, I'm gonna footjob you till you cum" said Cory, smiling.

All her man's energy was inside his nuts, and little by little, his cock was getting hard. Cory finished growing it by putting on her pantyhose: a red pantyhose that transparented her sexy toes. Cory got on the bed and put her nude tits on his man slip. She shake off them until she felt his cock got completely hard. He could avoid anything. Now all his energy was in his sperm, he was ready to cum. So Cory retired his slip and continued her titjob. Her tits were shaking and shaking all over his big dick. A few seconds later, Cory started a blowjob: her incredible lips and her tongue's movements make him get ever harder than before. Cory smiled him and continued blowjobing him.

He was enjoying so much that he finally accepted what was unavoidable. Cory knew his man was going to enjoy a lot.

"Please Cory, make me enjoy as much as you can" Asked him. "Yes" Aswered Cory with her natural sensual voice.

Now Cory was on him making her pantyhose-covered cunt slide on his cock. Cory was near the orgasm again and continued sliding until she had it again. She got her cunt wet and jizzed threw her pantyhose on her man's dick. Then she took one stocking she left on bed and put in over his cock. The man was carring on as much as he was able because Cory was making a handjob with her stocking on his cock. She was using both hands to make a strong pressure: up and down, up and down very slow but very pressured. She extend her handjob a few minutes. Her man was close to the orgasm: the stocking was stick to the cock by the sperm he erupted.

Cory decided to finish him and got up on the bed. She removed the stocking of cock and put on his face. Then she sat down near his man's feet and started to massage his nuts with her feet. She begun to jerk the cock using feet grabbing it harder with her toes. The man was seeing how Cory was jerking his cock up and down with her feet. The pantyhose touch was very exciting and when it was touching his cockhead he shived.

"C'mon boy, get my pantyhose wet!

Cory made a dirty talk to his man that made him get closer while she accelerate the footjob. Now she changed the position: his cock was leaned on one foot ankle, the other foot was rubbing the cock. The man felt his cock catched between pantyhose. He felt the orgasm arriving.

"Cory, I'm getting ready to cum" "Ok! C'mon." said "C'mon don't be afraid, enojoy it, release your dirty load on my pantyhose"

The man was close, he felt the starting but tried to contain but Cory's footjob avoid it when she slowed down and used her toes to finsh massage. He started to cum, and cum.

"Oh! very good, very nice. C'mon release it completely, shoot all your sperm out."

The sperm was erupting from his cock and Cory's support foot get totally wet, full of cum and still trickling sperm.

"Look at it, enjoy it, look your sperm on my red pantyhose. Feel my feet finishing you" Told Cory to his man while he was shooting much more cum.

The mas was ejaculating a lot of cum but big shoots. All the sperm was on pantayhose and Cory felt the hot stuff on her feet.

"That's right, very good. That's all. Now just die quietly". Said Cory to his man when he finished cuming.

The man was sawing his cock between pantyhose full of cum when he died full of pleasure. Cory removed her pantyhose and put it on her male's face then she sucked the sperm and left.

     I guess I better tell you a little about myself. I’m nearly twenty years old, and still a virgin. I stand at about five-feet-nine, weigh fifteen stone, and have a muscular frame from working hard. I masturbate most every night, rimming my ass with Vaseline, then crouching and sitting on a large dildo straight up my ass.

     Once the dildo is in place, I tend to play with my pussy so I’m nice and wet for the dolphin vibrator I enjoy ramming into my cunt. With one hand I work the rabbit into my pussy, with the other hand spreads my pussy lips and makes my clit stand up on end. That way I can set the vibrating dolphin to the fastest speed, and press it to my throbbing clitoris for a wonderfully thrilling orgasm.

     You must understand that I have a very odd pussy. I have long labia lips and a fucking enormous clit. When I get aroused, it grows to about two centimetres in length and turns purple, sometimes red.

     When I masturbate I often imagine being tied at the wrists, my ass up in the air, with a crazy doctor tying my legs wide open at the foot of an examination table. As I struggle, he dips his fingers into my dripping snatch, tastes them, then buries them deep into my hole, thrusting with two fingers against me. As I gasp and suck in breaths, he smothers my asshole with my juices, slips a finger up and wiggles it around.

     He’s talking to me, his free hand on my hip as he works those fingers in me. Then he adds another finger to my pussy, and another, another, until his hand forms a cone at the entrance to my vagina.

     “Relax, my darling,” he croons, and with a vicious thrust of his gloved hand, rams his fist up inside my cunt. I scream, bolting forwards on my knees as he plunges his fist up. I feel him smack solidly into my cervix. “Hurts, doesn’t it? It’s going to get worse, a lot worse.”

     Snarling with the indignity, the pain, I look around as a finger begins to worm inside my ass. I arch back, trying to escape the humiliation. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dare!”

     Smiling at me, those marvellous sapphire eyes glinting wickedly at me, he pushed another finger in. “You shouldn’t make threats, darling. I don’t tolerate being threatened, and I have a habit of punishing those who forget that about me.” So saying, he stopped fingering my ass and dunked his hand in a vat of gel. “I like punishing cocky little females.”

     His coned hand pressed against my ass, and with a malicious grin, drove his hand into my rectum and began to thrust both hands simultaneously. My pussy squelched wetly around his hand, and my ass felt as though it was torn in two, and still he pounded my orifices savagely, almost throwing his entire weight down his arms into my writhing body.

     “Oh God!” I could feel my juices pouring from me, dripping from my cunt.

     “I’m going to fuck your holes when I’m through with you, sweetheart. But first, oh first, you’re going to be my new pet experiment. I’m working on a theory that the female body can withstand almost any sexual torture.” He yanked both fists out together. I felt my holes scream as they were stretched, heard the pop as he came free, then scented the juice from my ass and pussy. “And you get to be my guinea pig.”

     He moved to a table, a long metal table dressed with a sterile white cloth. On it were things I knew, things I didn’t. He lifted a syringe, tested it. A long spurt of liquid flew up, then he set it aside and stripped off his trousers and lab coat. He had a lean body, muscled, long. His penis was half-erect, and already a good ten inches long. Then he picked up the syringe again.

     “This drug,” he spoke casually as he inserted a speculum into my vagina, twisted the key so that my tunnel was wide open, “is going to dilate your cervix. Once it is open, I will direct an electrode through your cervix. You will also have an electrode planted in your rectum to stimulate the nervous system.”

     He bent, lowered his head to my pussy and swiped his tongue over the gaping hole, blew warmth breath up my cunt. I jumped, more from surprise than sensation, and struggled again as he inserted the needle into my vagina. I braced for the jab, but I couldn’t have been prepared for the agony as the needle plunged an inch into the muscle next to my cervix. I screamed once, then could only fight nausea as the metal needle was ripped out of the muscle with a flood of blood.

     Looking down, I was horrified to see blood dripping steadily onto the table top. I felt very sick, then he had his hand back in my pussy. His finger probed against my cervix, doubling the pain, then with a triumphant yell, he jabbed a finger up and through. I ranted at him, cursing, screaming, crying as he manoeuvred his entire hand to pass through my cervix.

     I passed out.

My body jumped awake. My skin tingled as though I’d touched a live wire. There was something in me. Panicked, I strained, felt the splatter of blood against my bare calves.

     Another blast of electricity coursed through my system, causing my vagina and ass to contract together, violently. With a startled cry, I orgasmed. He came toward me, his hands on a remote. He looked into my eyes as he twisted a gauge, and the electricity surged again.

     He kept it on for longer each time, contracting my muscles for minutes at a time, squeezing orgasms from me with a flick of the wrist. My juices covered the table, my ass leaked with them, sweat drenched me.

     I opened my mouth, to beg, to plead, but all that came out was a long moan. I dropped my head to the cool table, my ass and pussy up in the air, and felt his hand on my neck, rubbing gently. Sobbing, I turned my face to him, wanting him to see my surrender.

     “Not so cocky now, are you, darling?” He all but purred it, giving the control another twist, one that whipped the dial nearly to the limit. I cried out, then bit my lower lip. “That’s good. That’s very good. You’re learning.” He patted my head.

     “Please…” I shuddered as his hand cupped one of my 42DD breasts, ran the nipple through finger and thumb, tugging, pulling, pinching. “Please, just let me go. I don’t want you to do this to me.”

     He crouched in front of me, his face kind and sorrowful. He stroked my face gently, ran a fingertip over my lips. Lifting my chin with that fingertip, he closed his mouth over mine, plunged his tongue inside my mouth. I responded eagerly. Anything was better than what he’d been doing. “Poor little girl,” he murmured against my mouth. “I’m doing this to you because I want to do it to you.”

     “Please-” I said again.

     “And there is a lot more in store for you.” He rolled me onto my back, set a pillow under my head. I could have laughed; he was torturing me, but wanted me to be comfortable at the same time? “I should warn you that you can scream all you like. You won’t be heard by anyone who cares.”

     He tugged on wires I hadn’t noticed leading from my pussy and ass. It felt the same as pulling a tampon out, only in a very, very wrong reversal. The electrodes clattered onto the table, covered in my vaginal and rectal fluids. “

     Thankful for the reprieve from electro-torture, I was only able to close my eyes. The next thing I knew, my pubic area was smothered in cream, and he was shaving away my pretty little bush. I like my bush; all dark, curly, thick.

     When he was finished, he came around to the head of the table and ran his cock over my lips. He was covered in precum from where he’d been jerking himself off. “Suck my cock like a good girl, darling, and tell me what you’re so mortally afraid of.”

     I let him put his cock in my mouth. It was huge, almost a foot long and at least four inches around at the base. He pulsed, the veins standing out as he rubbed his hand down the shaft and fed his thick cock into my mouth. He leaned over, boosting himself onto the table to straddle my head and thrust his cock down my throat as he mimicked the motion with his tongue in my pussy.

     I orgasmed quickly, stunningly, as he spread my lips wide and suckled on my clit. My hips bucked into his face, more juices flowed from my gaping hole to be caught on his tongue or drip onto the table.

     He dragged me from the table, where I collapsed in a heap on the floor. “Here’s a nice surprise for you, darling.” He arranged me ass-up over a severely padded chair so my back was arched and my holes accessible.

     I was desperate for a taste of his cum.

     When my arms were tied to the legs of the chair, and my legs spread wide, he walked over to a door. I heard grunts, growls, bellows. Leaving the door open, he came back to me, shoved his fingers into me and scooped out a handful of my juice. Then he went inside the little room beyond where I was, and left me alone.

     He came back out, leading a snarling rottweiler by the collar. Grinning, he released the hound with a pat on the back. The dog’s cock was already hard, bulging with cum and the blood it takes to engorge a penis. It was a bright and bloody red, and it terrified me.

     It took a lick at his master’s cock, then caught the scent of fresh female. With his lips peeled back still, and his arousal swinging between his hindlegs, he trotted over and pushed his snout into my pussy. I jerked forward, struggling, and got a nip of teeth in my left buttock for punishment. His tongue lapped at my juices, diving deeper and deeper into my hole.

     I tried to move and get away from him, but I was firmly lodged over the chair. His licking was getting so fast and desperate, his teeth were nipping at my sensitive inner flesh as he pressed his nose into my cunt.

     I was ashamed to feel myself getting wet. I had tears in my eyes when the dog’s master called to me.

     “There’s no need for foreplay with Don, darling. He’s used to getting on with business.” He grinned, pulled a chair around behind, to the side, so he could watch. “He’s a very rough beast, you know. Has no respect for whoever or whatever he’s fucking.”

     The dog mounted me quickly, his strong forelegs clamped around my hips as he ploughed his huge cock into my thigh on the first attempt. After several more clumsy efforts, he stabbed himself straight up and into me. I screamed, bucked, as his frantic pace hit my G-spot. He rammed himself in, over and over, and I felt his cock pop through my open cervix and beyond.

     Moaning, I rocked back onto him. He was biting the back of my neck, snarling as he jerked himself up into my pussy. His knot banged against the entrance to my cunt, and he tried to push it in.

     Then suddenly, with a vicious lunge, the knot popped in and stretched my already stretched pussy to the limit. He was panting in my ear, hot and harsh, then grunted.

     My virgin pussy, already fisted, sucked, and electrocuted, filled with several pints of canine cum. It flowed around the knot that was lodged in my cunt, I could feel it dripping a little by little onto the floor.

     The dog began to jerk backwards, trying to get his cock out of me, and it felt as though he were taking all my pussy with him. Yelping, I closed my eyes and waited for nature’s way of impregnating the female species to ebb.

     I didn’t see or hear the dog’s master come up behind me. But I felt him reach under the dog and slide his hand up my ass.

     I came again, humping the padding of the chair.

 

 

"YOUR FUCKING LATE YOU LITTLE PATHETIC BITCH" he trembled at the sound of my voice. He immediatley dropped to his knees and said "I-I-Im sorry misstress" he was shaking terribly. "YOU ARE SORRY, YOU'RE A SORRY PIECE OF SHIT, WHY ARE YOU FUCKING LATE?"

"I-I-I was in a business meeting" he was an accountant for a big company.

"FOR NOW ON YOU WILL NOT BE GOING TO WORK, YOU WILL STAY AT HOME AND CLEAN THE HOUSE WHILE I AM AT WORK, AND WHEN I GET HOME YOU WILL BE MY FUCK SLAVE...MY FUCK BITCH AND YOU WILL LICK, SUCK AND FUCK ME UNTIL I AM PLEASED, THEN YOU WILL MASSAGE ME UNTIL I GO TO SLEEP.............IS THAT FUCKING CLEAR YOU LITTLE BITCH?"

"Y-Y-Yes misstress"

I smacked him across the his face, "PULL YOUR PANTS DOWN AND GET ON ALL FOURS YOU LITTLE SHIT" I had my whip handy with me, "WILL YOU EVER BE LATE AGAIN YOU FUCKER" "no mistress" I brought my whip down hard against his naked ass, he let out a little shout, "WILL YOU EVER DISOBEY ME AGAIN" "n-no mistres" i brought my whip down again but with all my might and gave him 5 straight spankings on his pretty littl naked ass, this turned his ass a pretty redish color and brought a tear to his eye. "KISS MY FEET MOTHER FUCKER" "he quickly stumbled to my feet and began to kiss all over them. "WHO IS YOUR MISSTRESS, YOUR QUEEN, YOUR OWNER, YOUR FUCKING MASTER" "You are misstress" I put his collar and leash on him and litterally drug him up the stairs to my bedroom...i say my bedroom because he is mine, i own the house, i own him, i own his body, his life, i fucking own his world.

when i got him to the bedroom, i told him to stand up and i roughly ripped his shirt off of him, un buckled and took off his pants and while i was taking of his boxers i not softly but not hard i bit his cock a couple of times and he squirmed. Now that he was naked i yanked him to the bed by his collar and made him sit on the bed. I turned on some music and danced in my sexy outfit which was a pair of black leather booty shorts and a black leather bra. I danced very seductively and reavled to him evry curve and hole in my body.

"YOU LIKE HOW I DANCE FOR YOU, YOU STUPID FUCKING SLAVE, DONT YOU WISH YOUR PATHETIC COCK WOULD BE INSIDE OF ME"

"y-y-yes mistress" was all that he could muster out of his mouth.

While i was dancing i would take his hand and quickly put it to certain parts of my body and remove it befor he really enjoy it, just to let him know what he was going to miss out on. I would also rub my ass up against his naked cock which was very ecrect and goozing precum.

When i finished dancing i ordered him to lay while i handcuffed his hands behind his back and tied his feet together. when he was fully tied and bound i stripped my clothes and climbed up the bed over his body and let my tongue, breast, stomach and pussy rub against his dick til i was squatting over his face, facing his dick.

"DO YOU WANNA TASTE YOUR MISSTRESSES PUSSY BITCH", and befor he could answer me i quickly dropped my backside onto his face. His face was completely covered by my ass and pussy which was smothering him. He quickly went to licking and sucking my pussy and ass and every 15 seconds i would raise up just a tiny bit.. enuff to give him time to take one breath and i would slam my pussy back to his face. I would alternate from having him lick my pussy then i would slide forward and shove my ass into his face.

"YOU LIKE TASTING YOUR MISSTRESSES ASS. OH GOD YES....EAT MY ASS YOU LITTLE ASS EATER"

After alternating from my pussy to my ass, to my pussy and back to my ass i was nearing my orgasm.

"OH GOD, EAT MY PUSSY, DONT STOP YOU LITTLE FUCK SLAVE"

And at that moment i slighty sat up and let my juices flow and i watched as my lady fluids poured from out of my pussy and all over his face

After i was done with my orgasm i sat back down on his face, leaned towards his cock and spit on it a few times. Once i had it wet i flicked it with my tongue a few times and engulfed his cock. but there was a twist to this blowjob, everytime he made a noise, thrusted his hips up towards my face or touched me i would take his dick out of my mouth and slapped the head of his cock. He quickly learned his lesson after 5 slaps.

Just as i could feel his cock tighten like he was about to cum i stopped sucking him. I stood on the bed, walked over top of him and slammed my pussy down onto his cock.

"YOU LIKE THE WAY YOU MISSTRESSES PUSSY FEELS SLAVE, OH GOD I LOVE YOUR COCK"

I went through 3 orgasms while this was going on, i would reach down and rub and squeeze and pull at his balls and they started to tighten. I rode my lil bitch slave faster and harder and he unloaded what seemed like 2 pints of cum into my pussy.

When he was done cuming, i stood over top of his face and looked down at him.

"HOW'D IT FEEL TO CUM BITCH"

"It was amazing, thank you so much misstress, thank you for letting my pathetic ass cum"

"IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT SO MUCH BUT NOW YOU HAVE TO CLEAN ME UP"

And right as that was said i dropped my backside down smothering his face while licked mine and his own cum out of my pussy. Once again i alternated between my pussy to my ass and enjoyed 2 more orgasms.

I climbed off of him, yanked him to the floor, put him on all fours and gave a spanking of about 5 to 6 slaps while he counted every spanking out loud with misstress at the end.

I had him stand back up and i pushed him to the bed, still handcuffed and tied, and i left him there with his face still covered in mine and his own cum, and i went downstairs, got something to eat, watched a little tv and went back up stairs and started all over again.

Micheal has not went to work or ever left the house without me since that day. He does every thing i say and i fucking rule his entire world. He may not eat, sleep, use the bathroom, shower or anything without my permission. The little fuck is lucky i dont make him ask my permission to even breathe.

A little advice to the ladies. If you want a strong and healthy relationship, then get that little pathetic bitch of a man of yours in check and make him your bitch and fuck slave. Once they are your bitch and slave, they will never stray or disobey you again.

Thank you and watch out men

So it was later that day that I took the opportunity to call her. Remembering how she loved to be dominated, I began the conversation with, “Hi, this is H M V” (His master’s voice, a nickname she had previously given me). I asked “do you live alone or with someone at the moment?” she replied “I share a flat with two females, Andrea and Tina, its great because they are the same as me, submissive. Although it is sometimes a shame that one of them is not dominate because of the fun we are missing out on.” She then invited me over the following evening as she would be alone. I told her “remember your dress code, no bra or panties and definitely no pubic hair!”

So there I was, the next night stood outside her house with my little bag of tricks, waiting for her to open the door. When she opened the door, I stepped inside and turned to her. Even before the door was closed I instructed her to raise her skirt to show me that she had carried out my instructions. She let go of the door and lifted her skirt to reveal freshly shaved pubes and no sign of any panties. Her nipples were clearly visible trough her white blouse. As the door closed I reached forward and felt her tits, pinching her hard nipple between my fingers. She let out a soft moan but did not pull away.

Then I told her to go make me a cup of tea and remember I like mine served topless. She showed me into the front room and went off to the kitchen. Meanwhile I set the dining chair in front of the television and removed 4 lengths of rope from my black bag. Just then Eleanor entered the room with my cup of tea and she had removed her blouse. Her tits were as good as I remembered them only the nipples were larger than I recalled. I took the cup from her and set it down on the table, before sliding my hand up the front of her skirt. Her cunt was already wet with anticipation; I slipped first one finger and then a second up her cunt and flicked her clit with my thumb. Again a low moan escaped her lips. I instructed her “remove your skirt, my little slut and then turn around and spread your arse cheeks, I want to see your puckered anal ring!”

Slowly she removed her skirt and turned her back towards me before bending forward and reaching back she parted her cheeks, I used the cunt juice lubricated finger to apply pressure to her anal ring, slowly I increased the pressure until my finger was up to the knuckle joint inside her. “How long is it since you had anything up your arse, bitch” I asked. “Actually only three days,” sir she replied. “Explain!” I replied. “Well, sir, three days ago I had this intense craving to be butt fucked, As I am seeing no one at the moment and the other two girls living here are not lesbian in any way, I decided that my trusty vibrator would get a stiff work out and fucked my own arse for over 45 minutes.” All this time, I had been see sawing my finger in and out of her arse. I removed my finger and smelt it, “Here, bitch, clean my finger with your tongue!” I demanded. Obediently she turned round, knelt before me and bathed my finger with her tongue, before sucking it into her mouth.

I told her, “I am going to tie you to that chair there and will pleasure myself with your tits and cunt!” to which she replied “Oh, Yes please, my master, my mind and body are yours to use as you see fit!” I ordered her to kneel in the chair and place her tits over the back of the chair before dangling her arms down towards the floor. I then tied her arms to the chair and then made her stand up. Instructing her to now spread her legs down each side of the chair; I tied her ankles to the front legs of the chair.

I went to my bag and removed 4 clothes pegs (wooden spring type); I attached one to each of her nipples and one to each of her cunt lips. Returning to my bag I next removed some fishing line (About 8 lbs breaking strain, I think), then proceeded to fasten one end to the hole I had drilled in the clothes peg on her left nipple. Pulling the line tight I feed the line through the chair back to the hole in the clothes peg on her right cunt lip, and then back to her right nipple peg before finishing it off by taking it to the left cunt lip peg. I then pulled the line taut, noticing the degree of pull on her nipples and cunt lips before securing it. Next out of my bag was a large black dildo which I made her suck to lubricate it and eased it into her cunt, forcing all 15 inches into her. A series of low guttural moans escaped from her lips as I made sure it was securely rammed home. Then out came a butt plug, only this one had a pump ball attached and I inserted this into her arse, before inflating it twice.

Taking another piece of fishing line, I applied one end to the peg on her right nipple; I looped a small amount and then added a small plastic tube over the line, before fastening the other end to the peg on her right nipple. Taking this tube I told her to open her mouth before popping the tube length wise between her lips. “Grip the tube in your teeth!” I instructed her. When she had done so, I walked over to the table and sipped my tea, “I am going to spank you know, my little slut, I know we have only just met again after 10 years, but I am sure you are in need of being punished for things during those absent years!” I informed her, “When I start to spank you, I will continue to do so until such times as you have removed the clothes pegs from your body and you have forced the dildo from your cunt.” “By the way, after I start I will increase the severity of the slaps every third stroke until you complete your task, is that understood” she merely nodded her head. As she did so I noticed the tugging effect on the line and on all the pegs.

After the third slap, I increased the hardness of the stroke, and I saw Eleanor tugging her head trying to make the pegs come off, it seemed impossible but after adjusting the thrusts from her neck the first peg snapped off her right nipple. Another three slaps and again I increased the pressure, between the yanks of her head I could hear soft moans as I could sense she was enjoying the punishment she was receiving. Suddenly another peg came away, this time from her left cunt lip. Just as I started the four set of three slaps, we were both surprised to hear “What’s going on here?” looking up I saw two females stood by the door, one black and the other Mediterranean in appearance.

Eleanor tried to mumble something through the tube still in her mouth; she knew the punishment would be harder if she dropped it without my consent. I reached around her and removed the tube as she repeated “Oh Andrea and Tina, this is Rob, you know the one I told you about last night!” After exchanging quick hi’s, I took control of the situation and said “Andrea come here now” the coloured woman instantly moved forward and came to stand by me. Looking at the other woman, I said “So you must be Tina, then” she nodded.

I then instructed Tina, “Come here, I have a job for you!” she came to my side and I explained “I have three main rules I expect my slaves to obey, they are 1. Total obedience with out question. 2. My ownership of you mind, body and soul. 3. No bra’s panties, or pubic hair to be worn when in my presence!” “So now if you want to experience the same as Eleanor here, you must show me total obedience and by carrying out one simple act, prove yourself willing to submit to my will!” “Do you two wish to become my slaves?” they looked at each other, smiled then nodded. “Good then here is your task to show submission!” “Remove all your clothes and kneel before me!” Both girls began to undress, whilst I said to Eleanor, “Well my little cock sucking whore, seems your punishment will be interrupted for a short while, but rest assured, we will continue before tonight is out!”

When both Tina and Andrea were naked and kneeling before me, I said “here is your act of subligation?” “Each of you will kiss my shoes 6 times!” Immediately the large chested coloured woman leaned forward and kissed my right foot. I looked at Tina and said “well bitch!” She then leaned forward and began to kiss my left foot. When they had finished I made them stand up, hands behind their back as I looked them over. Andrea was about 5’ 10”, slightly overweight but with extremely large tits for her body size, Tina was smaller around 4’ 8” medium sized tits but quite fit looking. I turned to Eleanor, slapped her hard across both buttocks and said “Is the vibrator up your cunt still buzzing nicely?” both girls instantly looked toward the area I mentioned and smiled, Eleanor simply nodded her head. “Would you like to come all over the plastic prick in your cunt?” again she nodded. “Not yet my cock sucker but maybe later.” Adding “If you come without my consent, whoa betide you!”

Turning to Tina, I said “you know I do not allow pubic hair on my slaves, so what do you think you will have to do before tomorrow night?” “Yes, Master, I will shave them off as you command me to.” “And you” I enquired looking directly at Andrea. “I will also do the same, Master” “no you will not!” I snapped back. After I have examined you both, you will do it to each other tonight in my presence!” They looked at each other before both turning and saying in unison “yes, master we will obey”

I turned to Andrea and said “while I examine this whore, you will fuck Eleanor with the black vibrator currently up her cunt, but beware if you fail to make her come you will be punished. You have the time it takes me to examine this whore to achieve that end!” Turning to Eleanor I said “cock sucker, if you come without my consent, it will be you who receives the punishment” “do I make myself clear” both Eleanor and Andrea replied “yes master” Turning to Tina I commanded her to go over to the settee and lay down on it with one leg over the back and the other stretched out over the front. I turned to Andrea and said “you may now begin!”

I walked over to Tina, as Andrea positioned herself between Eleanor’s spread legs. “Master, may I talk to Eleanor as I carry out your wishes?” Andrea enquired “Yes, Slut but beware, you may only touch her with the vibrator and her name is COCK SUCKER” I said. I turned my attentions to Tina. “Now, my little whore, firstly you will answer me honestly!” “When was the last time you had anything up your cunt?” she went red and answered “Last night, Master.” “Tell me what it was and how you came to have it up your cunt”

In the background, I could hear “You little cocksucker, you are going to come hard as I fuck your twat with this toy, I do not intend to be punished for your misbehavior,” I heard Eleanor moan but say nothing. “Well master, it was my double ended dildo I had up me last night” I interrupted her “Where did you have it whore, if it was your cunt say it was your cunt, I will not tolerate meek information!” “Yes master, I had it up my cunt, I felt so randy that I just had to get myself off before going to sleep!” Tina continued. “What were you thinking about as you fucked yourself?” “I was thinking of having a dominant master who made be do all the things I would like to try but could not bring myself to do” she replied.

I could hear Eleanor’s moans rising in pitch. “Take this black cock, like the cock sucking bitch that you are, you know you want its spunk to fill your cunt” Andrea was saying. I reached over and inserted a finger into Tina’s cunt, it was already soaking wet, rubbing her clit had her breathing sharply. “Please master may I come on your finger?” she asked. “No you may not!” I sternly replied. Removing the finger I allowed her to lick it clean.

Suddenly Eleanor squealed “please master, make this bitch stop or please may I come?” I ignored the request. “So whore, what is the size of your tits?” “They are 38B’s, master” I reached over and taking a nipple between my thumb and forefinger began to squeeze. “Do you like your nipples pinched, pulled or twisted?” I asked “Whatever you do to them is great, master!” she replied. “Whore, that is not the question, I asked?” “Sorry, Master, I like it when they are first pinched then pulled before being twisted just before release” she volunteered. A more urgent request from Eleanor to be allowed to come was then heard. Again I ignored this request.

“Tell me whore, when was the last time you had a real prick up your cunt?” I asked “Over a year ago, sir” she replied “and what about up your Arse, what and when was the last thing you had up there?” “Oh master, I have never had anything up there, I am not sure I would like that” she answered. “I will decide what you will like and dislike and I will have possession of your whole body, its mine to use as I see fit when I see fit!” I snapped. “Sorry master, of course it’s for you to decide” she offered. Taking my finger, I again fingered her cunt, before ordering her to raise her legs. I then slowly inserted the lubricated finger into her anus. Tears escaped her eyes as I did so. Once embedded to the second knuckle I wiggled the finger around, the rise and fall of her breasts told me she had gone beyond the initial pain and was now discovering the pleasure of anal intrusion.

By now Eleanor was begged me to allow her to come, as Andrea was hurling abused at her like, “well Cocksucker, you want me to stop or are you eager to swallow this entire dildo!” Just then I removed my finger from Tina’s arse and shoved it towards her mouth. Without hesitation she sucked it clean. I turn and slapped Andrea’s arse saying “Stop, your time is up!” Reluctantly she stopped thrusting the vibrator up Eleanor’s cunt and lowering her head, she awaited her punishment. I told Tina and Andrea to change places. Walking over to Eleanor’s whimpering body, she weakly smiled. I took the fishing line and said “you did well my little Cocksucker but your not finished yet?” with that I gave a large pull on the line and the two remaining pegs flew off, one from her left nipple and the final one from her right cunt lip. I then gave two pumps on the ball that inflated the anal balloon that was her butt plug and told her to force the vibrator from her cunt. The more she tried the closer to orgasm she got. I walked over to Tina and whispered to her “When the vibrator comes out, you will force Eleanor to suck it clean and you will begin fucking her arse with the butt plug!” But be warned if she does not come by the time I have finished with Andrea, you will face punishment!” I turned to Eleanor and said “remember you’re still not allowed to come and you know the penalty for disobeying me.

I then went to Andréa and began feeling her right nipple, which was very hard and erect standing almost an inch from her tit. “How large are your tits, Bitch?” I asked her “44DD’s, master.” She replied “I like the nipples pulled really hard and released, or sometimes I like them slapped flat!” she added. With that I twisted her nipple and she almost screamed. “You will learn to like what I tell you to like, bitch, or suffer the results!” I told her.

Reaching between her legs I grabbed a handful of her pubic hairs and tugged, not violently but just enough to cause concern. She winced. “I will remove them today, Master” she said. Another little tug, as I said “You, Bitch will speak only when spoken to or asked a direct question! It’s different if I set you and the whore to do something together as your both equal, but I am your master and you will respect that! Is that clear?” “Yes master” she replied.

Inserting three fingers into her cunt, I asked “how long since you had something up here?” “About a month ago, Sir” came the reply. “And what was that?” I asked. “I met a bloke at a party and we ended up in the back of his van, where he fucked me both up my cunt and then my arse!” she said. “Was he white or black, did he have a large thick cock and did he cum up both your holes?” I demanded. “He was white, he had about 6 inches of cock and yes he came up my cunt but came in a condom up my arse, he even made me drink the spunk from the condom when he had finished!” she added. “Was that also the last time you had anything up your arse?” I enquired. “No, Master, I could not get the thought of him making me drink the come from the condom, so a week later I bought a pack of condoms and a make tube of creamed cheese, opening the tube I rolled a condom over it and used it to fuck my arse. I used the anal muscles to squeeze the cream cheese into the condom and then ate that, even turning the condom inside out to suck the remnants from it.

Meanwhile Eleanor had sucked the vibrator clean and was being butt fucked by Tina, who was getting into the role of aggressor, as she slapped Eleanor’s arse as she withdrew the butt plug. Again Eleanor began begging to be allowed to cum, which I ignored. Then I simply ordered everyone to stop and stand still. I turned to Tina and said “Your punishment will be the same as Andrea’s!”

I instructed Tina to untie Eleanor, who stood up onto very shaky legs. “Eleanor, Go fetch me all the items needed to shave these two sluts!” I commanded. She staggered off and I turned to Tina and Andrea before saying “you are going to shave each other right now! then you will prepare each other to have your cunt’s slapped, Each of you will receive 8 slaps and you will thank me after each one. Do I make myself clear?” I instructed them. In unison they both said “Yes, sir”

When Eleanor returned I told them to start. I told Eleanor that as she had won her little trial, she was allowed to cum but only after she had filled a pint glass of urine. She immediately went to the kitchen and returned with an empty glass. I must admit she looked comical walking around with the butt plug still inserted and the tube and ball hanging like a makeshift tail. As she squatted over the glass I walked behind her and slowly pulled the butt plug from her arse, without deflating it. It was three times the size of it when I inserted it. This proved too much for Eleanor as she toppled forward as she finally lost her battle to control her orgasm.

She immediately began to apologize, but was cut short when I snapped “You useless cunt, I told you what would happen if you cum without my permission.” “Now complete your task and fill the fucking glass!” She squatted again over the glass and after some difficulty a slow trickle of piss began to slip into the glass, the flow increased as she pissed into the pint glass. All this time Andrea was shaving Tina’s cunt and I suspect having more than an occasional feel. Andrea said “I have completed the task, Master!” I walked over and examined the cunt of Tina, telling her to raise her legs and soon pointed out to Andrea, what a shoddy job she had done, missing a few hairs which led to the area around Tina’s arse. Andrea apologized and went back to finishing the task properly.

Eleanor tried her hardest but could only fill the beer glass to about two thirds; no matter what she tried she could not piss any more. I told her that would cost her an additional 4 strokes when it came to her punishment. Again I inspected Andrea’s handiwork and this time passed it as being completed. Tina and Andrea switched places and Tina began to shave Andrea.

I turned to Eleanor and said “Time for my cocksucker to face her punishment!” returning to my black bag I removed a riding crop and told Eleanor to sit in the chair and lock her fingers behind her back, also I told her to open her legs as wide as the chair would allow. There was a swish as the crop rose through the air and came down on her right nipple, “Ouch” she yelled. I looked at her and said “what have we forgot?” “Thank you master” she replied. “Not good enough” I informed her. She seemed to suddenly realize her mistake and said “One, thank you for correcting my worthless character, Master” the second stroke came down on her left nipple. “Two, thank you master I deserve your punishment of me!” So the strokes continue until “twelve, thank you very much, master I am sure I will learn my lesson now!”

I then inspected Tina’s handiwork and noticed she had obviously learnt from Andrea’s mistake, for Andrea’s cunt was clean shaven and no hairs were missed. I instructed Eleanor to stand and to tie Andrea to the chair in the same fashion as she had been when discovered by the other two. Standing two feet behind Andrea’s spread legs, I flicked the crop upwards causing it to strike her cunt lips, I knew the cunt lips would be extra sensitive having just been shaved, there was a sharp crack sound as it made contact and Andrea immediately said “One, thank you Master for taking the trouble to correct my problems!” this continued until she had received 8 caresses of the crop the last four finding their mark on her clitoris. She was then replaced by Tina and the punishment duty completed. Both Tina and Andrea were now stood with tears in their eyes and their freshly shaved cunts almost bright red.

I then instructed Eleanor to bathe their cunts with her tongue and because they had done well during their punishment they would be allowed to orgasm. Eleanor started licking Andrea’s cunt and soon had her Cumming, before turning her attention to Tina’s cunt.

As this was going on, I slipped out of my clothes and walked up behind Eleanor, sinking my rigid prick into her cunt. Once embedded, I instructed Andrea to position herself on all fours beside Eleanor. After six strokes into Eleanor’s cunt forcing her tongue deeper into Tina’s cunt, I switched and inserted my prick into Andrea’s cunt. By the time I had stroked my prick in and out of her cunt six times, Tina was in the throes of her orgasm, so she was ordered to assume the same position on the other side of Eleanor. So it was that each girl received six strokes from my prick up her cunt before I moved to the next bitch in heat. It was hard to describe but each bitches cunt felt different somehow, not just the size but almost as if the walls of their cunts were different.

It turned out that it was Andrea who was the lucky recipient of my spunk, but Tina and Eleanor shared task of licking her cunt clean. I then said “Right, Its time to celebrate our new arrangements!” Eleanor fetch me three empty glasses!” When she returned, I shared Eleanor’s piss into the three glasses and ordered them to drink and swallow it in one. I then told them that the next time it would be Andrea’s turn to provide the refreshments for the others. As time was getting on, I gave them some final instructions “when I phone in future, who ever answers the phone will greet me with my proper title of H M V. and will pass me on to who ever I ask for!” “You will not indulge in any form of self indulgence without my express permission that includes sex with any males!” “Next time I come here I want you all to present yourself in front of me naked and you will display for me all the sex toys you have and that includes any non sex toys you have used sexually in the past!” “Is that understood” “Eleanor” “yes master” “Tina” Yes master” “Andrea” Yes master”. “Very good, now you may retire to your beds and I will let myself out” Each in turn step forward and kissed me deeply on the lips saying goodnight. When Eleanor turn came she slipped a set of keys into my hand and said “These are to let yourself in here with, Master”. I dressed and left for home already planning my next visit.

Eleanor Revisited chapter 2.

About a week later, I phoned Eleanor and simply said “hello, this is H. M. V.” She immediately replied “yes master, what are your instructions?” I quickly explained that on Friday night I would be coming over for the weekend and all three sluts should be present. “Yes master, I will inform my sister sluts!” she replied.

Friday night, I arrived at 6.30 pm. Rang the door bell and was meet by Tina, Andrea and Eleanor, all similarly dress in white blouses, mid length pleated skirts and fuck me 5 inch high heeled shoes. I instructed them all to raise their skirts and show me their shaved knickerless cunts. Each individually raised their skirts as I slipped my hand between their legs and felt how wet their cunts were.

Having satisfied myself that they had carried out the dress code and after making sure they had not played with their cunts since my phone call two days earlier, I told them to pick a number each between 1 and 3 but not to let me know which number they had picked. I then said “the lucky number for tonight is ….. 3!”. Andrea suddenly smiled, as the other two looked on with envy.

I turned to them and said “don’t worry, there will be plenty for you to do tonight, so you’ll not be left out.” I then ordered Andrea to go into the living room and strip off, whilst I spoke with the other two. When she had gone I informed the remaining two sluts that six male friends of mine were going to arrive at 7.45 pm and there jobs would be to suck their pricks to full erection and then put condoms on the pricks. But first we had to prepare the black slut for the fucking she was going to receive tonight.

I turned to Tina and told her to fetch a shallow bowl and bring it into the living room. I gave Eleanor my black bag and told her to follow me. I entered the living room where Andrea now stood naked and trembling in anticipation of the fun about to begin. I instructed Andrea and Eleanor to fetch the picnic table bench, I knew was in the kitchen. Meanwhile I opened my black bag and removed four lengths of soft Japanese rope. When they returned I instructed Eleanor and Tina to attach one length of rope to each of Andrea’s limbs.

I returned to my bag and removed a blindfold and a pair of ear muffs, which I slipped on to Andrea. I then had the other two secure her hands to the end of the bench. I then sent Eleanor to get me a broom handle. To which they attached Andrea’s ankles spread a good 4 feet apart. So Andrea was laid on her back against the bench with her legs straining to cope with the spread of her ankles. I asked Andrea, can you hear me? With no reply forthcoming I slapped her across her large black tits and told the other two sluts to suck her nipples and at my command they should nip her nipples between their teeth and stretch them up wards. When the where fully stretch I used my crop to spank the under side of Andrea’s tits.

Soft moaning escaped her lips, just then the door bell rang. I sent Tina to answer the door, telling her that the men expected would use a password phrase of ‘A Slut is for life, not just a night’. She returned leading six men into the room. I acknowledged all my friends before instructing Tina and Eleanor to kneel over by the settee and prepare to orally service my guests but only till they achieved a hard prick. I turned to the men and said “As you see, this black slut is already waiting you to fuck her in either her cunt or arse, however the rules are that you must cum inside the condoms and then carefully place the condoms in the dish provided with out spilling their contents. You will each take your turn and you can come back as many times as you wish, providing you wait your turn. The other two sluts are out of bounds, you may use only their mouths to achieve your erections. They will slowly undress by removing an article of clothing as each full round of the six of you have fucked this bitch” they all agreed and I said “good now you start”.

Two of the guys walked over to Tina and Eleanor, unzipped their trousers and withdrew the pricks. The other four began to fully undress. Tina and Eleanor wasted no time in sucking the cock offered to them. Circling their tongues around the plum sized heads before taking them deep into their throats soon had the desired effects and each slut then slipped a condom on to the prick in front of them. The two guys then walked over to Andrea’s prone body and the first guy, began feeling her cunt, God she is soaking he said. With that he slipped his prick into her and began pounding her cunt as hard and as fast as he could. As previously instructed, Andrea began, Yes master fuck my cunt, give me your baby making spunk. He lasted a little over 5 mins before slamming into her and holding fast as he came inside the condom. He was quickly replaced by the second guy as the first guy slipped his used condom into the dish.

 Without any word being spoken, the guys must have decided to fuck her cunt only in the first round. Because as each successive guy mounted the black slut, it was her cunt they pounded. By the time the second guy was depositing his spunk into the condom, Andrea was wailing her way through her first orgasm. By the time the guys had each fucked her cunt, she was almost on a constant climax cycle, and there were six spunk filled condoms in the dish. Tina and Eleanor then removed their blouses and began to suck the cocks again to hardness. This time Tom, the first guy to fuck Andrea, announced its time this bitch had her arse plugged. And using the lubrication provided by her cunt juice, slipped his 7 inch prick into Andrea’s tight arsehole. She suddenly began to scream, “oh yeah, fuck my shit hole hard!” mean while John (second to fuck her cunt) and Jim (third to fuck Andrea) both began to literally chew on Andrea’s large swollen nipples.

Andrea’s moans rose to fever pitch, so much so that, I had to place a ball gag in her mouth and fasten its strap behind her head. Her grunts quietened by the gagged but still continued unabashed. So her orgasms continued in ferousity as firstly Tom, then John, Jim, George and Sam pounded her arse. Always cumming in the condom and adding their condom to the growing number in the dish. Finally Alan cums in his condom and all but three of the guys are sated. George, Alan and Tom want more action, Andrea is begging with what sounds like enough is enough master.

Eleanor and Tina, now remove their skirts and kneel naked before all of us. Tom says “I would love to fuck this one” pointing to Eleanor. I remind him of his agreement that the two oral sluts are out of bounds. So he gets Eleanor to suck him to erection before donning yet another condom. Turning to George he says “what about you and me double fucking this black bitch” George replied “Sure why not, if I can fuck her arse again” Tom nods. Andrea is untied at her ankles and twisted to allow both George and Tom to fuck her together. Meanwhile Alan has both Tina and Eleanor suck his prick. George and Tom are really pounding Andrea’s sweat soaked body and after 20 mins seem to cum together, their condoms are added to the dish. Alan then alternates between fucking Andrea’s cunt and arse. The others meanwhile begin to dress but can not resist pinching and twisting Andrea’s nipples. When Alan cums, his condom is added to the dish making 15 condoms with various amounts of spunk in them, in the dish. The guys thank me and then leave, escorted to the door by the two naked sluts who had spent the last three hours sucking cocks. I re tie Andrea’s legs before removing the earmuffs and blindfold. I then go to my black bag and remove a kitchen funnel. By the time I return to Andrea, just as Tina and Eleanor re enter the room. I call Tina over and tell her “hold this funnel into this sluts mouth” I then select three of the used condoms and instruct Eleanor to tip the contents of the three condoms into the funnel. I lean forward and instruct Andrea not to swallow any of the contents, just yet.

Eleanor empties the thick spunk into the funnels and all three of us watch as its slides down the side of the funnel towards the opening between Andrea’s lips. I instruct Eleanor to turn the condom inside out and to pop it into Tina’s mouth. I instruct Tina to suck it clean. The next condom is again tipped into the funnel and turned inside out and Eleanor is instructed to suck this one herself. Now the first load of spunk has filled the tube in Andrea’s mouth. The third condom is tipped into the funnel and once again turned inside out before being sucked clean by Tina. As we wait for the spunk to creep its way into Andrea’s mouth, I pick up another three condoms and tip their contents on to Andrea’s left breast, instructing Eleanor to turn them inside out and to suck clean the fourth and sixth condoms, the fifth is given to Tina to suck clean.

This is repeated with the next three condoms being tipped onto Andrea’s right breast, the other two sluts are made to suck them clean. The remaining 6 condoms are emptied on to Andrea’s cunt and again Tina and Eleanor share the oral cleaning of them. The spunk in the funnel has now passed into Andrea’s mouth and as the funnel is removed, I tell Andrea to swirl the spunk around her mouth, Tina and Eleanor are ordered to lick Andrea’s tits clean. Finally Tina is instructed to suck Andrea’s cunt clean whilst Eleanor and Andrea swap the spunk from Andrea’s mouth.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I shouted in her face.

Expecting her to apologize, she didn't.  Instead, she began to cry.  I waited for a moment to see if she would say anything.  Shortly thereafter, she said to me in a pleading voice: "Please, sir, don't call the police."

Wondering why she was afraid of me getting the cops involved, I inquired: "Why?"

"Well," she explained, "my driver's license is suspended because of an incident in the past.  I don't have insurance, either."

Upon hearing such words, I was simply floored.  My rage was so great that I immediately pulled out my cell-phone from my pocket.  But right before I could dial-up the cops, she screamed, "Wait! wait! wait! I'll... I'll do anything you want; just please don't call the police!"

"Anything?" I said with a sly tone.

"Yes, anything."

A chill swept down my spine at the mere thought of my being able to get this hot bitch to do anything.

I then proceeded to say to her, "Very well, then.  I want you to follow my car."

"Where are we going?" she inquired.

"You'll see when we get there."

In about 5 minutes, we arrived at my house.  I ordered her to sit in the living room and wait.  I then proceeded to phone work, telling them that I couldn't make it today.

I then went digging through the hall-closest to bring out the toys of my trade: Rope, hand-cuffs and a whip.

I then hand-cuffed the girl, who still remained on the living-room couch.  I tied her up so that she couldn't move, but tied her in a way that exposed her body to me.

She was very nervous.  Then, she started to get extremely uneasy.  She said, "I... I don't think I want to do this.  Please, let me go.  Just... just call the cops instead."

"Too late, bimbo," I said in a cocky voice; "you said that you'd do anything; there's no backing out now."

"But..."

And, before she could even utter the next word, I bitch-slapped her right across the face and said, "Shut the fuck up, bitch."  I then went to the garage, got the duct-tape, then taped several layers to her mouth.

"Now," said I, "arrange your body so that you are facing the ground but your ass is sticking up."  Having just been bitch-slapped, she was very complicit.

I moved behind her to see her face-down, ass-up and her anal-hole gaping wide open.  "Hmmm," I thought out loud, "what shall I do first: fuck your dirty little ass-hole or whip your soft, tender little buns to a bloody pulp?"  Deciding to use my whip first, I began to whip her senslessly.  This was not a lame, slow-paced whipping; I was fanatical with my whipping speed and frequency.  Red, bloody lashes were all about her ass; it made me so fucking horny.

I was enjoying inflicting fanatical pain on her with a whip to such a great extent, that I didn't pay much attention to her "screaming."  Although her mouth was duct-taped with several layers, she was still screaming, though it wasn't as loud since her mouth was restricted by the duct-tape.  I then tuned-in to her screaming; it was such a turn-on hearing her scream.  I then decided to speed up the frequency of my whips so that she would scream even more.  And, scream she did!  The more and more she screamed, the more and more horny I became.

Because I was working up such a heat, I was sweating relentlessly.  Thus, I had to take off my clothes.

I had enough whipping.  Now, my 7.5" cock needed to be satisfied.  So, I approached her bloody ass and stuck my cock into her anal-hole.  There was no lubricant; not even saliva.  Being that I was so fucking horny, I fucked like a fanatical jack-rabbit.  I was very rough with her ass.  And, being that there was no lube and that I was giving her ass-hole such a fierce fucking, her anal-tissues reptured violently.  But, I didn't let all that bleeding stop me from fucking her.  In fact, the blood made a very nice lubricant.

After fucking her ruptured, extremely bloody ass-hole for fifteen minutes, I cummed.  Upon pulling out my cock, it was a really big mess: Blood covered the entire thing.  So, I grabbed the bitch by her hair and pulled her face up close to my cock.  Removing the layers of duct-tape, I said to her in a cocky, demanding voice: "I want you to clean it off."  And, although she seemed reluctant to oblige, she still nevertheless complied.

My erection began to subside.  I was satisfied.  So, I untied and uncuffed her.  And although she looked bloody miserable, I thought she was quite sexy in such an afflicted condition.

"You can go now," I said.

But as she was heading out the door, she looked back at me, paused for a moment, then said, "I liked it."

Feeling a little surprised, I replied, "You... what...?"

"Yes, I enjoyed it very much; it was a very exciting sexual experience."

Because I wasn't expecting such a positive response, I was at a loss for words.  I paused for a moment not knowing what to say.

"Would you mind if I came back another day for more?" she asked.

"Oh, that would be excellent!" was my response.  "Very well, then. I'll be available tomorrow at 5:00 pm."

"That time is good for me."  And she headed at the door.

To be continued...

 

The door was opened by a lovely looking woman that I hadn’t seen around the village.  She was around thirty, that’s 18 years younger than me, tall and well built without being fat, with long shaggy red hair and bright green eyes that smiled even before her mouth did.  I explained why I was there and she laughed and stood back to let me in.  She asked me to sit down in the lounge and as I did so, she walked past me towards the kitchen, asking if I wanted a drink.  I took the opportunity to study her. 

 

I declined the drink but saw that she wore a deep blue silk or satin housecoat which buttoned down the front but was open from just below her hips, revealing long legs clad unmistakeably in white stockings.  I should say at this point that I have a fondness for red heads and I’m crazy over stockings, white in particular.  I could feel my cock stirring and I sat forward to cover any tell tale bulge as she came back into the room and sat opposite me.

 

She introduced herself as Mary and said that she knew the dog was mine as she had seen me walking him a few times.  Then she looked me straight in the eye and said that she loved the way I was able to control such a large and powerful animal and she could tell I had the strength in my shoulders and arms to control something wild.  Now call me hopeful, but if that wasn’t a come on I have never heard one.  She said that she had called the dog in to her garden, knowing I would come by looking for it.  As she said this her legs crossed and her housecoat fell open to reveal her stocking tops and I knew I wasn’t just hoping.

 

I stood and said that I had plenty of practice at controlling wild animals and would she like a demonstration.  She looked up at me and her eyes flashed wickedly as she said that she doubted whether I could control her.  I stepped forward and immediately grabbed a fistful of her long hair, pulling her to me.  She gasped and I knew it hurt her.  I told her that she shouldn’t start games she wasn’t prepared to see through and she laughed, answering that she would do anything for a man strong enough to tame her, but I had better be strong because not many men have been able to.   Fair enough.

 

I pulled her hair again and she made a tiny sound of pain.  I ordered her to unfasten my trousers.  She refused and tried to pull away but I had her hair wrapped around my fist and I dragged her back.

 

“Do it bitch!”

 

She quickly undid my belt and unbuttoned my trousers and I told her to pull them down, my shorts too.  I reinforced the order with another hard tug on her lovely soft hair.  I could feel her finger nails scratching my thighs as she obeyed me and my cock sprang up, almost hitting her in the face.  Now I’m not bragging but my manhood measures 9” on a good day and it’s very thick.  Add to this that she had a good viewing angle and it was no wonder that she gasped again.

 

“Open wide you little slut, I’m going to fuck your mouth”.

 

I pulled her head back as I said this and saw that there were tears in her eyes.  I was almost tempted to stop but then she licked her lips and her mouth opened.  I pulled her close as I pushed forward and my cock hit the back of her throat.  I thrust into her a few times and she gagged.  I pulled back a little then and she began to lick and suck me.  I closed my eyes and wallowed in the experience and I have to say that she was very good.  After a while I pulled free of her expertise and she looked up with a question in her eyes.  I released her hair and stepped away to sit on the sofa.  I told her that I was going to relax while she sucked me and I ordered her to stand up and take off her coat.

 

As it fell from her shoulders, I took in her magnificent body, all curves and a little excess flesh without being in any way fat.  She was wearing the full kit of sexy undies.  Matching white bra and panties with suspender belt and stockings in the same colour.  It was clear that she had manufactured this encounter and I wasn’t going to disappoint.  I had to focus to avoid knocking her down, jumping her and cumming all too soon.  She stepped to me and knelt at my feet but I told her to stand again.  I told her that she would do nothing without my permission or I would punish her and I told her to turn and face away from me.

 

She did as I said and I told her to slowly take off her panties, bending forward to show off her ass.  She began easing the tiny silk strip across her ample cheeks and as he did so she wriggled a little for added effect.  I waited for her to reach the lowest point and after she had stepped from her panties and told her to remain bent over and to grasp her ankles.  For a 30 ’ish woman with a full figure she managed it without effort.  I stood behind her and without warning slapped her taut ass hard, one on each cheek.  She cried out in pain and surprise but she didn’t move.

 

“That was for wriggling.  I told you, nothing without my instruction.  Now, move your feet wider apart.  Do it you little whore!”

 

With her feet spread I could see her pussy.  It was already open and so wet it looked as though it might drip.  I caressed her tight ass softly and ran my hand under her, gently tracing my finger tips over her anus and hearing her moan, before quickly and roughly pushing my hand into the soft wet folds of her sex.  She moaned again, louder now and I rubbed her, hard and fast, feeling her oils covering my hand.  I took my hand away and noticed that it was indeed covered in cream.  I grabbed her hair again with my other hand and pulled up her head, rubbing my palm and fingers over her face and telling her to lick it clean.

 

She lapped at me like a dog and I wanted to take her then, hard and fast, but it would have been a waste.  Leaving her bent over I walked away without speaking.  I fixed myself a glass of Scotch from the drinks tray in the corner of the lounge and casually walked past her to look out of the rear window, just checking on my dog.  I knew she could see me but I also knew that she wouldn’t move or question me.  Finally, I sat on the sofa once more and looked at her.  Her ass had reddened from my two sharp blows and her pussy was red and sopping wet.  I ached to fuck her.

 

“Come here slut.  Suck my cock”.

 

She straightened up then and turned to face me.  She shook her head and her wonderful red hair sprayed out around her shoulders.  Her eyes flashed.

 

“No!  I’m tired of the game.  You can go now”.

 

She put her hands on her hips and glared at me defiantly.  I was up in an instant and crossed the space between us before she had time to react.  I slapped her face hard, just once and took hold of that hair again, dragging her forward and down, making her fall to her knees.

 

“Game?  Do you think this is a game you dirty little tramp?  Very well, it’s a game.  But it’s my game and my rules.  You do what I say, when I say, or you get punished.  I slapped her other cheek and sat back, my legs apart.  “Now show me what a good little cock sucker you are or suffer for it”.

 

The cheeks of her pretty face were glowing with my hand prints and there were tears in her eyes but a tiny smile played around her mouth as she shuffled closer and bent to her duty.  She licked the exposed and swollen head and ran her tongue down my length, nuzzling at my balls before moving back up to take me into her mouth.  I sat still and closed my eyes once more, revelling in the feeling she was generating with her artful technique.  I allowed her to continue for a good ten minutes, by exercising self control and demonstrating to her that her only purpose was to serve.  Finally, I pushed her back.  I held my cock and used to hit her across the face two or three times.

 

“You seem to be getting the hang of it.  Now, kneel up here on the sofa, with your knees wide.  I’m going to see what your hot little cunt feels like”.

 

Bless her, she couldn’t have moved faster.  Before I could stand she was kneeling next to me, waiting.  I stood behind her and casually thrust four finger straight into her open pussy, making her cry out.  I pushed harder and bent in my thumb, shoving my whole hand inside.

 

“Did you think I meant to fuck you, my filthy little whore?  Well possibly, but not yet”.

 

I fisted her then, deep and hard and fast, really ramming my hand deep, until my wrist was being caressed my her lips.  She began to climax, her body shuddering and her muscles contracting but she made no sound.  I continue to pound her soft yielding flesh, loving the burning heat and the incredible wetness of her.  After a while I pulled out my hand to find it covered in her cream.  I eagerly licked at it and sucked my fingers, my head spinning with the exquisite taste.  I knelt behind her and pulled her ass cheeks wide, pushing my face into her and licking at her inner flesh.  She cried out as I sucked on her folds and drank the never ending juice with loud slurping.  I stood after a while and sat next to her to pull her face to look at me.  My own face was covered in her and I kissed her then, a long forceful kiss that had nothing to do with gentle affection as our mouths and tongues almost fought for supremacy.

 

Pulling away, I stood behind her and rammed my aching cock as deep into her as I could with one fast movement that made a slapping sound as we came together.  I heard the breath leave her mouth in a rush and I grabbed her hips and began banging her, savagely pounding her body with my own, driving my hard cock deep and loving the screams of her second orgasm as her body went into spasm around my cock.  On an on I went, loosing myself in her and digging my fingers into her soft flesh as I took what I want, what I needed.

 

Feeling my own orgasm approaching, I withdrew from her and she moaned at the loss, but I hurriedly positioned myself against her anus and pushed in.  She screamed again then, at the pain of my unexpected and brutal penetration, but I didn’t care.  I loved the sound.  I pushed hard, driving my throbbing cock all the way into her ass.  I was raping her and loving it.

 

Her moans of pleasure were mingled with her screams of pain and I don’t think even she knew where one ended and the other began.  I pulled her back to meet each massive thrust and her ass felt incredibly tight and searingly hot.  It was time.  With a roar I came, my cock swelling still further and exploding, pumping my cum deep inside her, filling her.

 

My head was spinning, my blood pumping and my body felt as though I was on fire.  I couldn’t stop cumming and I thought I was going to pass out.  It had never felt that good.  It actually hurt but I couldn’t stop.  Finally, as I subsided a little, I realised that she was screaming.  A long high keening that was accompanied by a shaking of her whole body.  Her fingers looked as though they would rip the sofa and her legs were thrashing. I was actually holding her up without knowing it, my fingers sunk deep into her soft skin.  I pulled my cock from her and looked down to see my cum spurt from her still open ass to run down her thigh.  I wiped it up with my fingers and pushed them into her mouth.  She sucked on them like an animal and I knelt next to her, pulling her face to me.  She took my cock without another sound and she sucked at me so hard it was my turn to cry out.

 

I stood then and told her to get up.  She moved slower now but not to play the game, that was behind us.  I took her arm and pulled her with me as I walked through to the kitchen.  Once there I threw her down on the cold hard tiled floor and stood over her.  Without a word I too hols of my cock and began pissing.  The strong stream sprayed over her thighs and I aimed it at her gaping pussy.  She moaned and lay back on the floor, using both hands to pull her lips open so wide I thought it must hurt and I pissed directly into her as she moaned in lustful ecstasy.

 

I moved up her body, over her slightly protruding belly and her shallow high waist and between her lovely full breasts to pool at her throat for a moment.  Then, as she smiled and opened wide, I took it over her chin and pissed into her mouth.  Just before her eyes closed, I saw a look of pure animal, something primal and almost scary deep within her.  As she swallowed I moved to piss over her wonderful red hair, soaking it before coming back to her mouth again.  My flow was dying and she sat up to take hold of my cock, actually taking it into her mouth and sucking to drain the last drops from my now painful cock.

 

When I had finished I needed to sit at the kitchen table to regain my strength and she calmly stood and went to switch on the kettle, asking if I wanted a drink now.

 

We sat quietly at the table, drinking coffee, still naked, still red and swollen and soaked with sweat cum and piss.  After a long period of silence she spoke.

 

“That was wonderful.  We can do it again tomorrow if you like, but next time will you tie me up and hurt me a little.  I like to whipped and spanked really hard”.

 

I nodded wordlessly.  I had thought I was in control, but I could see now that this was a woman who always got what she wanted.  After a while we showered together and dressed, she put on a jogging suit rather than an outfit for sex.  She led me to the door and we kissed.

 

“Oh, my name’s Linda, by the way.  What’s yours?”