Approximately 5 months have passed since we returned from our vacation in Hawaii.

I was getting regular reports from the private clinic/hospital on Martha's progress.

I am confident that she is receiving the best of care.

The tattoos were removed, as were the scars from the burns and whippings, or at least they were minimized to be barely noticeable.  

While they were married, that sick bastard Frank Abzug broke Martha's nose.    

Her nose has been reshaped by the best plastic surgeons.   

Her deviated septum was also corrected and Martha no longer has to breathe through her mouth.

Arthur tells me that he is amazed at the results 

The scum even pulled some of her teeth out... we assume that he did because Martha always had perfect teeth. 

We also suspect this because the teeth around the extracted ones were chipped and damaged. 

Martha's teeth were cleaned, repaired and/or reconstructed to make the most vain Hollywood Diva jealous with envy.

Lastly, Martha was given laser surgery to correct her naturally deteriorating eyesight; her eyesight is now 20/30. 

Martha's emotional scars are another matter entirely and she is presently receiving counseling.

Arthur hinted about another treatment that it is experimental and cutting edge having to do with biorhythms and subliminal suggestions and such.   

This was quite successful with former Grand Mistress Maud, and necessary because of her intimate knowledge of the Sanctorum and its finances.

Arthur has also made all of the legal arrangements pertaining to Martha, and with everything Arthur does, they were rock solid and insoluble. 

I have Power of Attorney over her affairs and she is now my legal ward.

Martha will be released in my care in approximately three months.

Although she is not my slave, Martha has no real say in anything.

I really haven't sorted out my feeling about her yet.... except that I never wanted anything bad to happen to her despite our very acrimonious divorce. 

There is a lingering feeling left from her betrayal ... I must learn put this aside. 

At one Saturday meeting, I explained to my girls that in my book Martha would be starting with a clean page.

"Martha's abuse at the hands of that monster, Abzug was punishment enough, ladies.

Martha will be staying here on temporary basics until we decide if she is suited to our lifestyle."

"What do you mean by we, Michael?"

Mandy asked.

"We are a family my dear ladies...................................." I said standing up and smiling at her.

I then walked over to each of my girls, kissing them lightly on the mouth and gently touching their faces, feeling very content and happy.

I was thinking; "Yes, life is definitely good."

"As I have said many time before, we are a non-conventional family, but a family, nevertheless.  

I want input from each of you because you will be living with and working with her.

She may not be compatible for our household or our lifestyle, in which case I will find other living quarters for Martha.

Perhaps I will build a small log cabin in the woods behind our house or set her up in an apartment in town.  

If I decide on the log cabin, it will be a modern one with electricity and other amenities not the primitive kind."

All of my girls consider and refer to my house, (my name is on the title) as our house or their home. 

They take great pride in seeing that our home is neat, clean and absolutely spotless, especially Sarah and Minerva, they being my house slaves.

Our kitchen and our bathrooms are a standard of clean to which many hospitals can only hope to emulate.

Therefore, I allow Sarah and Minerva great latitude in how the house is decorated.

For example: the color schemes/decor for paint and fabrics, for choosing the oriental rugs, bedding, drapes, bath towels and sheets, or curtains etc., things of that nature.

Our home is bright and airy, full of plants, and always.... always, fresh cut flowers in every room which pleases them greatly.

It is also free of clutter, especially the unnecessary knickknacks and common commercial collectables gathering dust that my ex-wife

was so fond displaying, and hardly ever dusted, that I always loathed and barley tolerated.

My library is off limits for their decor venue, (except that I let Minerva choose the oriental carpets) nonetheless they keep it vacuumed, dusted, plus all the paneling and woodwork is meticulously waxed and polished. 

"A real log cabin!"

Sarah exclaimed.

"That will be so intimate and so cozy.

We could use it as a guesthouse if things do work out with Martha.

The cabin will be our get away to be alone with you, one at a time of course. 

Yes, that would be so intimate and cozy."

Sarah repeated, crossing her arms and hugging herself.

"You should consider a hot tub, Michael.

A hot tub with pulsing water jets would be very therapeutic, especially one deep enough to come up to our necks."

Katherine offered. 

"You will put in a fireplace, won't you, Michael?"

Sarah asked, delighted with the prospect of a log cabin.

"Yes, a fireplace, what a wonderful idea, Sarah, and Katherine's hot tub idea is great too!"

Mandy exclaimed.

"A field stone fireplace and a granite hot tub.

Anything else, ladies?"

I asked.

I noticed that Minerva was unusually quiet and thoughtful.

I would speak to her when we were alone, as her experience as a Mistress could prove to be valuable.

"I will consider all of your suggestions, ladies, and we will speak of it further.

In the mean time, I suggest that we get dressed so that we may all go out and have brunch together.

Then we will be going for a drive in the country to get apples and fresh apple cider.... we will make it a day and enjoy the fall colors."

They dressed casually, each wearing form hugging blue jeans and white Nike walking shoes with pink accents and pink laces.

They all were wearing pale green voile cotton peasant blouses with satiny dark green embroidery on the front, on the sleeves and around the neck. 

The blouse's smocked neckline had a dark green tasseled tie at the center front with matching trailing tassel ties on the three-quarter sleeves; the hem was unadorned.

If later in the day the weather turned cooler, they each had a pink front zip hooded sweatshirt.  

I allowed them matching black beaded purses with a narrow shoulder strap.

The purses were just large enough for their makeup, basic Identification and spending money.

The only makeup they were allowed today was eyeliner, mascara and lip-gloss... and of course their signature scents.

As I often do, I chose their hairstyles for the day, starting with Sarah.

Sarah's well cared for hair is thick and soft, like a dark brown waterfall, cascading over her shoulders and now flowing to the middle of her back and well on its way to being waist length again.

Her beautiful hair is blunt cut without layers, and she still has the same eye framing bangs.

Today her hair will be parted in the middle and fixed in twin French braids with the ends tied with pink ribbons.

If I decide on a late supper in a restaurant this evening, she will put her hair up in a bun.

And then there is my delectable peach, Mandy, so small and petite, barely 100 lbs. soaking wet.

Her rich, honey-blond hair is now almost 4 inches past her shoulders and blunt cut, as is all my girl's hair.

Mandy's will be side parted and fixed in thick and soft twin ponytails, just above and behind her ears and tied with the same pink ribbons.

My voluptuous Katherine, whom I still can't best at chess and still delight playing chess with and losing.

For her I have chosen a simple three-strand braid for her light brown hair.

Her light brown hair now is just short of touching her shoulder blades.

And of course her hair will be tied with pink ribbons.

She too, along with Mandy and Sarah, will be mandated to fix their hair in a bun for a possible late supper. 

Minerva will not be wearing her red auburn hair in a braid or a bun for it is not quite long enough for a proper one as yet.

It has grown out nicely from that ultra-short layered pixie cut that I had once imposed on her.

Her hair is just past the nape of her neck, being a perfect long bob that is blunt cut without bangs.

Mandy fixed Minerva's hair in luscious ringlet curls, and then pulled the curls in front away from Minerva's face.

She gathered the front sections into two small curly ponytails and then tied the ponytails with pink ribbons leaving the bulk of the luscious curls loose for my fingers to fondle.  

My girls made their entrances while I was outside hitching our utility trailer to the 3/4-ton Dodge Conversion Van that Mandy normally drives.

Minerva was first, walking up behind me and putting her hands over my eyes. 

I was crouched down securing the safety chains to the hitch and I was pretending not to see her.

"Guess who, Michael?"

She teased.

"Katherine, I know it is you, you can't fool me."

I answered, standing up and not turning around.

"Wrong answer!"

Minerva exclaimed, mussing my hair, playfully.

I grabbed her wrist and quickly turned to face her.

I then pulled her close, shifting my hands to the back of her trim waist.

"I'm sorry Shirley Temple, I mistook you for someone else."

"Shirley Temple was a blond, Michael."

Minerva said, turning her head so that I couldn't kiss her mouth, and then putting her hands on my chest and pretending to push me away.

"That can be arranged.

I will talk to Mandy about it, although I am thinking platinum blond, and your hair will be cut shorter. 

You will be given regular permanents to maintain that look."

I kissed her mouth, enjoying her generous lips.

"You wouldn't dare....  I take it back, and stop tickling me."

She said, laughing and squirming, this time really trying to get away.

"I give up, Master, I give up, you are just liable to do it!"

I stopped tickling and kissed her mouth, moving one hand to her head and running my fingers through her red curls.

"You look beautiful my love, my marvelous curly redhead. 

Is there something that you want to talk to me about?"

"I want to talk to you about Martha as soon as we are alone together."

"I thought as much, you were quiet this morning and I want to talk to you as well.

Switch with Sarah and sleep with me tonight and we will talk and cuddle.

She can have your turn tomorrow night."

I kissed her again and then helped her into the van waiting for my other ladies.

Next was my pretty girl, Sarah, whom simply put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately.

I put my arms around her waist and returned her kisses, enjoying her sweet lips and vanilla scent.

"Do you like my hair, Michael?"

"I love your hair and everything about you, my little lady.

I would ask you a favor; I want you to switch with Minerva.

I promise you and we will do something special for your thoughtfulness."

"What are we going to do, Michael?"

She asked, kissing me again just as passionately.

"I not sure yet, but I'll think of something, and it may be when you least expect it."

I answered, tugging her long braids and then helping her into the van.

Katherine and Mandy came out together, as they often do, and looking as lovely as always.

They tend to pair off naturally, much like Sarah and Minerva do now.

Mandy was carrying an insulated cooler full of frozen bottled water.

Katherine was carrying a medium sized square duffle containing an extensive field first-aid medical kit.

She is currently a Physician's Assistant, and an excellent one at that.

I'm considering sending her to medical school to become a full pledged doctor.

Although a slave, Katherine has a brilliant, analytical mind and has a gift for medicine.

I am more then willing to open and fund a clinic for her.

Katherine's bedside manner and compassion for Martha was very impressive.

She even treated that offal scum, Frank Abzug, efficiently and professionally, although in his case, coldly and dispassionately.

I received my hugs and kisses from Mandy and Katherine, after complimenting them on how nice that they looked.

Then I helped them into the van and we were soon on our way. 

We had a pleasant brunch planning the log cabin and then a wonderful afternoon picking apples and kissing under the trees. 

We went to 3 different farm orchards and picked 9 bushels total: Empires, Honeycrisps, Braeburns, Cortlands and McIntosh, plus Idareds, Crispins, Jonagolds and Fuji apples.

We stopped at a large outdoor farmers market for fresh garlic, bushels of eggplant, tomatoes, hot & sweet peppers and/or any other fresh produce that struck our fancy. 

Sarah and Minerva would be freezing and canning starting Monday. 

At one point in the afternoon, Sarah and I were alone walking side-by-side, browsing, after just purchasing dried lavender to put in our linen closets and dresser drawers.  

I had my arms around her waist and Sarah was eating an Italian Ice.

The other girls were back at the van getting ready for dinner at the Black North Inn.

The Inn is located at the end of Route 98 North at the mouth of the Oak Orchard River where the river empties into Lake Ontario.

While we were browsing, we came across the booth of the young married couple that owned and operated the floral shop where I purchase my flowers.

Toby & Mary McAllister are good, solid people who have worked hard to make their business a success and I admire them for that. 

They both put in long hours and Toby does this large Farmer's Market in the late summer and early fall while Mary stays in the shop.

Toby's ride was parked behind his booth, a full dressed, black, 1999 Honda GL 1500 SE Gold Wing Touring Bike.

This gave me an idea.

Even though I have not ridden in years, I still have my motorcycle license.

I walked up and shook Toby's hand in greeting and Sarah politely greeted him as well.

She then stood next to me holding my arm and patiently waited while I talked with him.

"Toby, how would you like to make one thousand dollars this weekend for just sitting home on Sunday?"

I asked, laying ten one hundred dollar bills on the table between us.

"That would be wonderful, what do you have in mind?"

He answered, but not picking up the bills, his interest obvious from the momentary surprised look on his face, but caution prevailed

and he waited to hear my proposal before he accepted the money. 

"I want to rent your scoot for the rest of the weekend.

I will pay to have it fully serviced and detailed at the Honda dealer when I am done.

I doubt that I will put more then 150 miles on it, but if I do I will pay you ten dollars a mile for very mile over 150."

We consummated our agreement with a handshake.

Sarah tried on his wife's leather jacket that was stored in the one of the saddlebags.

I suspected that it would fit since Mary was slightly larger then Sarah and Mary's helmet fit my pretty girl as well.

As for myself, I left the house in blue jeans, a, long sleeved white silk shirt (a gift from my ladies) and a well-worn and comfortable dark brown goatskin A-2 Bomber jacket.

I also had on my scuffed but polished, and very comfortable black steel toe engineer boots. 

I wear them for safety reasons when cutting and splitting wood. 

Mark's helmet fit me perfectly, so that base was covered as well, perfect.   

Sarah was a little nervous when she first got on the bike behind me. 

I drove slowly behind the various vender booths until I got to the van.

Mandy and Katherine had their hair pinned up in pretty buns and were looking forward to going out to dinner.

My girls surrounded Sarah and I wanting to know where I got the ride, all of them talking at once.

I promised Minerva a ride home and Mandy would get her chance tomorrow.

Katherine declined my offer saying that she had no use for motorcycles, which brought on some good-natured teasing.

I was not about to force her. 

I had... shall we say, two other potential biker chicks waiting to ride with me?

I told the girls to bring our purchases home, unhitch the trailer and then meet us for dinner in two hours.

I took Sarah's hair out of her braids, letting her long brown hair spill down to the middle of her back on the borrowed leather jacket.

I tied the two pink ribbons together and put them in my jacket pocket.

In order to get the feel of the bike, I started out at slow to moderate speeds. 

This was a serious machine, with a four stroke, 6-cylinder boxer/1520 ccm. (92.75 cubic inch) displacement and a 5 speed

gearbox.

With a top speed of 118 mph (180.0 km/h), if you will pardon the expression, this bitch could hall ass.

I rode a beat-up moped while in college, until I sold my first patent to IBM.

They wanted to keep my motherboard out of the market for the next ten years or until the competition came up with one similar.

This gave me my seed money to incorporate and start my own business with just one employee... me.

In celebration, I purchased a trashed 1965 Harley panhead and completely restored it to almost showroom condition, except for adding a suicide throttle.

I rode with a very rough crowd in those days, drinking and getting into fights, sometimes just for the sake of fighting.

Not that I was a hardcore biker, but I liked the unfettered freedom that it afforded me, and the women.

In the beginning, many of the fights were because word got out that I was somewhat of an intellectual, and heaven forbid, liked poetry.

There is a price to pay for everything, I won some and lost some, and have the scars to prove it.

I never looked for trouble; however, I never backed down when trouble found me.

I was grudgingly tolerated, and mostly was left alone, but never really accepted, however I was allowed at all open meets.

Actually, I was somewhat of a novelty to them. 

I charmed many of the biker chicks over with poetry or Shakespeare: Romeo & Juliet was a favorite.    

It was said that "Shakespeare" (me) was OK to party with because he minded his own business and kept his mouth shut and was a pretty good crank (mechanic) with a wrench... and he just might bash you with it.

That was my nickname, my handle in those wild days.

I sold my panhead to Snake, during the third year of my marriage, my interests were changing and I did not want Martha or my child exposed to this crude and rough lifestyle. 

This was the year that Martha was carrying my son.

Snake was the closest thing to a friend that I had with the bikers, and he was one scary son of a bitch.

The man could look at you with his cold expressionless eyes, snake eyes, and back most men down with his frigid stare alone.

I took his back in a fast food restaurant parking late one night against 6 drunken jocks, football players looking for trouble.

At that time, I knew of him, but never met him.

As I said, Snake was a loner and one crazy son of a bitch; even the bikers were afraid of him, and for those people, that was saying something.

He was down on the ground and they were stomping the hell out of him, although he did manage to bite a pretty big chuck out of one jocks legs while down there.

I set one of the jock's cars on fire as a distraction and managed to knock one of them out, and rupture another's testicles, giving Snake a chance to get on his feet to fight.

In all the confusion, I grabbed Snake and got him the hell out of there before the police and firemen arrived.

The fight was mostly out of the jocks by now; all we got was mouth from them at that juncture, but not Snake, who could barely stand.

They made no attempt to stop us or follow us, at least not on foot... and the car was engulfed in flames by then.... but I digress, back to my pretty girl.

Sarah was glued to my back with her arms around my waist and holding on tight.

She was also urging me to go faster and was laughing with delight along with the music from the pipes.

When I hit a 3-mile straightaway, I opened the throttle all the way.

The vibration of that powerful engine between my legs, coupled with a beautiful woman behind me.... a beautiful and loving woman with her long hair streaming behind her in the rushing wind, gave me a rock hard erection.

I had plans for us and intended to make a detour and stop at the Hamlin Beach State Park to get into my pretty girl's pants.

Her initial fear was now over and Sarah was exhilarated with this new experience.

Sarah was getting turned on by the speed and was trying to put her hand down into the front of my jeans.

If only this horse was equipped with a suicide throttle.

No doubt, for Sarah the bike was a 100 horsepower vibrator at 5200 RPM, stimulating her sweet clitoris.

When we arrived at Hamlin I paid the entrance fee, declining the complimentary map, as I knew all the parks along the lake like the back of my hand.

We drove around a bit checking things out; Sarah has been here often with me, particularly before I acquired my three other ladies.

Aside from a few late season fishermen, and a smattering of campers, we pretty much had the place to ourselves.

I went to a secluded stones pavilion in an isolated corner and drove the bike inside parking on the concrete floor.

Before I could get my helmet off, Sarah had already taken off hers and was all over me.

Sarah was kissing my mouth hungrily, her little tongue seeking mine.

I could smell the musky sweetness of her arousal before I reached down to touch her crotch through her snug, damp blue jeans.

I took Sarah's head in my hands, burying my hands in her long soft hair, and returned her kisses, while enjoying her sweet mouth and welcoming her little tongue with mine.

"Please, Michael."

She begged, while rubbing my face with her hand.

"I am so horny.

I want you to make love to me right on the bike."

I took off my blue jeans and got on, while telling her to remove hers.

Sarah's panties were wet from her sweet juices and before she could get them off, I took her panties in both hands, and ripped them from her making her gasp in surprise and then smile.

I reached up underneath her blouse and unhooked her bra so that I could get at her marvelous, firm, round breasts.

Sarah's nipples were already hard and I cupped her breasts, squeezing.

I stroked her hard nipples with my thumbs, making her moan with pleasure.

Sarah has such wonderfully sensitive nipples.

I stroked her dripping vagina, feeling her wet swollen pussy, sending a shiver through her body.

I then pulled up her blouse to lick and suck on her proud hard nipples, while continuing to stroke her musky fragrant flower.

Sarah's head was tilted back, her eyes were closed, and I watched tip of her little tongue tease her lips and teeth, waiting for my cock to arrive.

I kissed the base of her throat, while caressing her breasts... teasing... and then I kissed her face and behind her ears, her vanilla scent mingling with the rich musky woman's scent of her arousal.

I got back up on the seat and had my little princess straddle the gas tank in a sitting position facing me with her feet on the pegs.

I picked her up and placed her on my rock hard manhood with my hands under her ass cheeks.

Sarah's arms were around my neck while she was impaling her sweet cunt, up and down, up and down on my manhood, pushing her feet against the rear pegs for leverage, as I was using the front ones for the same, matching her rhythm, and supporting her bottom to keep her from sliding off.

I was watching my sweet chattel, her head thrown back in ecstasy and exposing her long vulnerable neck for me to kiss.

Sarah's long hair was bouncing and swaying with our movements on the smooth surface of her leather jacket.

Her eyes were clenched tight, and her little tongue was darting in and out between her teeth and lips.

She was moaning, softly and wanting to scream, so shamelessly and selflessly intent on pleasing herself.

This is something I find so endearing when making love to her. 

As a person, and by nature, Sarah is sweet and generous, modest and kind.

My love for her is equal too my love for Minerva.

My Marvelous Minerva, whom I have known and loved the longest and was to pig-headed to tell her when she was a Mistress.

I love Mandy and Katherine in different ways, but not with the same depth of passion that I feel for Sarah and Minerva.

In the Sanctorum, a man is free to pursue his instinctual drives, in regard to sex and women.

I can't put it into words.... I just know how I feel...

"Oh Master."

She moaned, softly.

"My god it feels so good.....mmmm....suck on my nipples, Michael....yessss........ I love you so much.

Sarah came in waves, her orgasm washing over me as it crested. 

I had to cover her mouth with my hand to muffle her screams of pleasure.

She was bucking and squirming in shear orgasmic desperation.

I grabbed hold of her long hair, still holding her bottom with one hand as she rode me to keep her from falling off the bike.

This intensified her wild orgasmic pleasure even more; so oblivious to everything was she except her throbbing clitoris.

The pulling of her hair was arousing her even more if possible, and making her muffled orgasmic screams louder.

After she came, Sarah collapsed in my arms, red in the face and embarrassed at screaming like that in public.

I held her and stroked her hair, curling my finger around one long tress.

"You are such a horny little thing, my pretty girl.

Thank you for switching with Minerva." 

"Do you love me, Michael?"

She asked, touching my face... this was the first time that Sarah had ever asked me this.

"I know you love Minerva, we talk about you.... Minerva says that you do.

She also told me that you love me as much as her, perhaps more, and that she was jealous of me once."

"I love her like a sister, Michael, and sometimes we know what each other are thinking.

I have three older brothers whom believe that women and children should be seen and not heard." (It should be noted that Sarah's

parents are both deceased, an important reason why I chose her)

"You are the first man who ever really talked to me and cared about my opinions because my brother's certainly didn't. 

I so enjoy discussing with you the books that you taught me to love, and the music and the flowers and everything.

Do you remember when it was just you and I, before Minerva's Tribunal and you introduced me to Shakespeare?

When sat on the floor in front of our fireplace, sharing a bottle of ice wine to get warm?" 

"Of course I remember.

We were snowed in and the roads were closed.

As I recall, you were disappointed that we couldn't go out and buy the lights your first Christmas Tree.

We froze that afternoon cutting it down, our first tree together and then dragging it home."

I replied, smiling and remembering that day, how she felt and how she smelled.

"You started with Hamlet, Act 2., Scene 2".

She continued.

"We were to take turns reading, and you started first, supposedly opening the book at random and starting to read.

"Doubt thou the stars are fire! Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love."

Then you cleared your throat and took a sip of wine and started at the beginning of the play." 

"Do you remember afterwards.... you just held me.... nothing else.... and we fell asleep on the floor in front of the fire."

"I remember, Sarah"

"I'm not asking you to play favorites, because I know that you can't, but do you love me as much as Minerva?" 

Sarah asked, putting her head on my shoulder. 

"As a Master, you have put me in a precarious situation by asking such a question; discipline, order and harmony must be maintained.

If I were I were a father with 2 daughters and I was asked such a question I would answer that I loved them both the same, and that would suffice.

This situation is much more complicated and certainly more delicate in nature.

There is no past wisdom to fall back on, not even in Shakespeare." 

"Therefore, until a precedent is set, my best course of action to honestly answer your question would be a conscious between you and Minerva and a mandate for you and Minerva never to discuss this fact with Katherine or Mandy.

That would be the correct answer.... that, and for you to follow your heart."

I said, trying not to grin, being pleased with my clever answer. 

"Minerva is right, Michael, you can be so damn smug and deliberately evasive and obtuse at times.

"As a Master of the Sanctorum, I am well within my rights to take the belt to you for such impertinence, Sarah my love."

I told her while getting off the bike and putting my jeans and boots on, taking off my belt and folding it.

I then snapped the belt with a sharp crack.

"You won't beat me, Master, that is not your way."

She replied, offering me her hand to help her down from the bike, which I did, and then she mussed my hair and kissed my mouth.

"I just wanted to hear you say it again in your own round about way, just as you did that night in front of the fire."

Sarah announced, and then turned her back to me, adjusting her bra and blouse and then putting on her jeans.

I stood there with my arms folded watching her dress.

When she bent over to tie the pink laces on her sneakers, I slapped her ass with my hand making her jump and stand quickly

to face me.

"Now who is being smug?"

I asked, watching her rub her smarting bottom and smile at me.

"I was Michael, I mean Master."

"Come her, Princess."

I ordered.

Sarah quickly complied and stood in front of me.

"Put your arms around my neck, slave."

She complied and was smiling as I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close.

"Do you have any Hershey Kisses for me, Master?"

"Don't change the subject, I'm still annoyed with your impertinence."

I kissed her saucy mouth, and then whispered in her ear.

"Who am I, my pretty and saucy girl?" 

"You are my Master and you love me."

She whispered, putting her head on my shoulder again.

"And you are my Michael, and I love you."

"What you say is true, I do love you, and not just as my slave, but as a person, that person being.... Sarah."

I whispered and I continued whispering and stroking her hair.

"You both have come a long way, you and Minerva, and your affection for one another compliments you both.

It is a special and unique thing that we have three have, Sarah, or for that matter the five of us.

For love humbles the Master or Mistress as well as the slave, the man, Michael and the women, be they Sarah or Minerva.

Love transcends the flesh... in love we remain spiritual equals." 

"Now my dear, you know what to do.

Let's put your saucy, impertinent little mouth to another good use."

I took the pink ribbon out of my pocket.

"Turn around and cross your wrists, my love."

I tied her wrists together with the ribbon.

Then I took off my jacket and folded it for her to kneel on.

Sarah knelt down on my jacket and I unbuttoned my fly and I took my manhood out for her to suck on.

I gathered her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her face, her long hair my love reins to control her during the oral pleasuring.

Sarah was all smiles and looking up at me.

She started by kissing and licking the tip, her little tongue fluttering around it and her moist lips, caressing and teasing.

Finally my pretty girl took my entire cock in her mouth, licking and sucking as I had taught her, it now being second nature to her,

knowing and sensing when my orgasms were about to crest and swallowing everything when I exploded in her mouth.

When she finished, I untied her.

Sarah brushed her hair and then we were on our way to the Black North.

We arrived ten minutes ahead of my ladies and it was well past the dinner rush.

I requested a table on the screened in porch overlooking the water to watch the boats come and go.

Sarah went into the ladies room to put it up her hair into a nice bun and to check her makeup. 

When they arrived, the hostess escorted my ladies to the table and I got up from my chair to greet them.

They stood in the isle adjacent to the table, and one by one, I took their arms and then escorted them to their seats, pulling their chair out for them to sit down.

I did the same for Sarah when she arrived from the ladies room. 

We enjoyed a nice dinner together, ordering the Cajon broiled catfish with salt potatoes, an outstanding coleslaw, tangy with just a hint of horseradish, and then coffee, cheddar cheese with homemade apple pie, that was good, and that we all agreed couldn't, hold a candle to Sarah's. 

Before we left, my girls went to the ladies room. 

Afterwards we planned to meet at the end of breakwater to enjoy the view.

All my girls came out to wait with me except for Mandy, who seemed to be taking longer then usual.

Concerned, I went back inside to check on her.

The restrooms are located on the east side of the building in a corner near the bar.

In order to get to the rest rooms one must walk past the bar to get to them. 

There were three men standing in front of her, blocking Mandy's path and trying to prevent her from leaving.

The one blocking her access to the ladies room to keep her from going back inside was grabbing his crotch, pushing his cheek out with his tongue and licking his lips, the obscene inference most obvious.

They were laughing, and trying to get her to drink with them, telling her to dump the faggot on the rice burner (meaning me) and ride with some real men, meaning them.

I refer to them as weekend bikers, they being upper middle class to wealthy and riding expensive Harleys while pretending to be hardcore bikers on the fringe of society.

Weekend warriors if you will, right down to their new unmarked leathers and two wearing lace-up knee high boots. 

One of the idiot clowns had a Chicago Police Department uniform patch sewn upside down on his new leather jacket.

This made him a target for the police to stop and investigate, the inference being that he "snuffed" (killed) a policeman or Corrections Officer.

This would make him even a bigger target with the real deal, particularly with a Hells Angel, whom would promptly kill him just out of general principles.... if he were that lucky. 

At least Snake would give him a chance to be a bitch and remove it, and then walk away, naked, his hog (Harley) being forfeit, if not.....................

The largest of the clowns, the one with the patch; also the biggest idiot of the gaggle was wearing spurs... spurs, can you believe that? 

All three had bandanas tied on their heads to hide their hundred dollar plus haircuts, or trendy shaved heads, and one of the clowns was wearing wrist length black gloves with small pointed studs sewn into the knuckles to hide his manicured nails, while two of the three were wearing dark wrap around designer sunglasses, indoors. 

No doubt, they would not know how to check the oil on their scoots, let alone change it, disdaining to get their hands dirty.

I saw these clowns dismount their ostentatious and ridiculous chrome accessorized motorcycles when they pulled into the parking lot.

I was thinking at the time that the bikes were much like pretty women with big hair and wearing too much makeup, making them look cheap and trashy. 

I put my arm around Mandy's shoulder, as she was sitting closest to me and gave her a little hug because my ladies were none of those things and my little peach rewarded me with a thoughtful smile. 

I learned my lesson with my confrontation with Abzug; I wasn't as young as I used to be, or as fast.

I was carrying my new taser, having made some modifications and improvements to the old model.

I boosted the voltage up to 2.5 million volts and substituted the 9-volt alkaline battery with a small rechargeable 36-volt lithium ion/ tritium battery with an imbedded microchip of my design that is currently in use by the Mossad in their ultra-compact night vision goggles.   

In consideration for this technology, they have provided me with a generous supply of a ceramic/ metal composite with almost

non-existent impedance properties that I fashioned into the electrodes for the new taser.

The advantage to the new model is that I do not have to makes direct contact with a person.

Just a 1-inch gap or closer is all that is necessary to achieve the needed full effect.

I am presently incorporating parts this new technology into a ladies compacts for my girls, waiting for the titanium cases to be machined.

I will insert the titanium cases inside the ordinary plastic ones that can be bought anywhere makeup is sold.

They will be small and inconspicuous.

They will function like a true ladies compact as well, but with electrifying results....  if you will... no....  please excuse my bad pun.

I walked towards them and they turned to confront me.

The biggest of the clowns was in front, he being the one with the spurs. 

He was making kissing sounds and sneering; for identification purposes, I will call him clown number one.

I was watching his eyes, and as he led off with his left foot, he spun around and tried to kick me with his right, to slash or impale me with the sharpened spurs.

Being marginally familiar with the martial arts, most likely what he saw on TV or in the theatre and somewhat drunk, he telegraphed his movements, not to mention exposing his back with his clumsy attempt to slash me.

I moved to one side and zapped him with the taser, his fancy, new, leather jacket, embossed with the Harley logo making no difference as the 2.5 million volts entered his central nervous system.

The second clown, clown number 2, grabbed his friend to keep him from crashing to the floor, his arms around number one, embracing him as if they were gay clown lovers.

I zapped the now occupied clown number two and they slumped to the floor in each other's arms.... that was funny.

This gave Mandy the opportunity to get past clown number three and get behind me.  

Minerva and Sarah rushed over to Mandy hugging her and then stepped in front of Mandy, closing ranks.

I glanced at the bartender, just standing there with his mouth open and his eyes were practically bugging out of his head.

I would deal with him later, and realized at that point Katherine was nowhere to be seen.

This left clown numbers three, the clown wearing the spiked gloves and the ringleader of this gaggle of buffoons, and the one blocking the bathroom.

I definitely wanted a piece of this one and I walked towards him smiling and depressing the switch on the taser.

Letting him watch and see what was in store for him as the electricity crackled and arced between the electrodes.

"You wouldn't be so tough without that thing!"

He exclaimed with false bravado while looking frantically around.

Then he looked at the bartender, lifting his head slightly while rolling his eyes as if asking for help.

This was a definite tell... I thought as much. 

"Perhaps...  or perhaps not, clown."

I replied calmly.

"You have upset and disrespected my lady, and I will have my satisfaction.

Did anyone of these buffoons touch you, or lay hands on you in any manner, Mandy?"

I asked, not taking my eyes off of him and overturning a table, giving me a clear path.

"Yes Michael, he grabbed my crotch when I first tried to walk by him; be careful he has spikes on his gloves."

"And the others?"

I asked.

"They just laughed and made lewd suggestions."

Mandy replied.

"I don't know how much you paid that whore to look the other way, or what your agreement was with him."

I said, pointing to the bartender.

"Minerva?"

I called, taking off my ring, and handing her the taser and ring as she stood beside.

Minerva put the ring on her thumb, the samarium cobalt magnet contained within the titanium ring necessary to activate the tasers switch.

"Keep an eye on the whore behind the bar."

I then slowly advanced on him, overturning tables and throwing chairs as he retreated, and projecting my voice as if I were actor upon a stage.

"And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice, Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth,
With carrion men, groaning for burial."

My tempered rage and inspiration; Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1., so much for learning my lesson, even though the clown was younger then me, I still wanted a piece of his ass.

Clown number three turned and bolted.

In his panic, he ran into the ladies room by mistake and locked himself in.... tough guy.

The two clowns on the floor were starting to come out of it and Minerva zapped them again for good measure.

The excitement was now pretty much over and I turned to find Mandy standing behind me.

Mandy was trembling and looking like she wanted to cry.

Sarah was standing next to her and holding Mandy's hand.

Minerva was standing at the end of the bar blocking the bartender's escape and glaring at him, daring him to try to leave.

Her beautiful green eyes were flashing, as if on fire, such was her rage.

The bartender was looking down unable to meet her eyes.  

I took my little peach in my arms and Mandy put her head on my chest, crying softly.

Katherine came in shortly afterwards, grinning, and walked over to Minerva and Sarah and started talking to them, quietly.

Sarah put her hand over her mouth to hide a smile, while turning her head briefly to look at me, while Minerva just nodded her head, and was smiling as well.

As for the rest, I will cut to the chase.

The State Police did arrive and three arrests were made, the 3 clowns. 

Katherine and I were given appearance tickets and my taser was temporarily confiscated, but then returned at our hearing in town court after the charges were dropped against us.

I put my ring back on and kept it not telling the police it's purpose, and therefore it was overlooked.

I was right about the gaggle of buffoons; they very cocky after at first threatening me with high priced New York City Lawyers, which one of them was, and one of them was wealthy enough to have connections, however mine were better.

I allowed them to plead to 200 hours of community service, each, picking up trash along the road.

This was their official sentence imposed by the court.

There were two unofficial stipulations and sanctions imposed upon them. 

Someone real scary talked to each of them, that person being an old friend of mine returning a favor.  

The first stipulation was that they dress as circus clowns while performing the said community service and believe me, they did.

The second was that after their Harley's were removed from the lake bottom at the end of the west breakwater, they would be

reconditioned at their expense and then donated to three small volunteer fire departments to be raffled off as a fundraisers.

Arthur suggested this stipulation.  

As for the bartender, out of the goodness of his heart he donated $5000.00 cash to the county animal shelter.

His stipulations; first he make an appointment over the telephone requesting that a photographer be present, and that his picture be put in his local paper as a human interest story.  

Then he would deliver the cash in person.

The caveat, he would be dressed like a prostitute.

This was Minerva's suggestion.

Starting with an expensive Elvira style wig, heavy and trashy makeup, he was dressed like a drag queen whore right down to red fishnet stocking and shocking pink high heel platform shoes.

This was very generous on my part when you consider that he whored himself to the clowns for a lousy two hundred dollars. 

That evening after we were done with the police, Mandy rode home with me on the back of the motorcycle, her long honey blond hair streaming behind like a banner.

Unlike Sarah, Peaches (Mandy) had ridden before and didn't hold on quite so tight, knowing how to shift her weight in the turns.

We stopped on the way home for coffee and bagels. 

While I placed our order, she went into the bathroom to freshen up and brush her hair.

She was pleased to be allowed to wear her hair down and loose for me in public and sat close next to me squeezing my hand while we enjoyed our coffee and bagels and just talked, Mandy glad to be out alone with me and I with her.

Mandy would be sleeping with me that night in consideration for what she had been through, and my ladies were waiting up for us in the kitchen when we arrived home.

There was no discussion, I ordered Mandy upstairs, and then followed, leaving my ladies in the kitchen.

As I was walking up the stairs, I could almost feel their smiles caressing my back... yes life was definitely good. 

As is my custom, Mandy and I showered before soaping each other down and then shampooing each other's hair.

I left the bathroom first, leaving Mandy to blow dry her hair, and Minerva was waiting for me outside of her bedroom. 

She put her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth, tasting like mint toothpaste, as did I, and then she whispered.

"You can be such a bastard, Master, goodnight."

And then smiling, she let go and turned to leave.

"Not so fast my impertinent redhead bitch."

I whispered back, giving her buttocks a familiar little squeeze, and then grabbing her shoulders gently to turn her around.

I returned her kiss, hugging her tight.

Then Minerva went into her bedroom and closed the door and Sarah opened hers and stepped out.

Sarah walked up to me, and then I took both her hands in mine and pulled her close.

I then kissed my pretty girl's sweet mouth, fresh and clean from a recent brushing and then sent her to bed, wishing her a "goodnight".

Last, but certainly not least was Katharine, coming out of her room when Sarah closed her door.

"Katherine." I said sternly while glaring at her.

"Come here and assume the position."

I pointed at my feet, and she did.

"Of all my ladies, I always thought you were one of the most level headed.

Have you any idea how much those Harleys are going to cost me?"

And then turning, I said.

"Minnie, Sarah, move away from your doors right now and get into bed or there might be three girls leashed to the pole before the night is through."

I heard two sets of feet scurrying and then Mandy darted from the bathroom into my bedroom closing the door quietly behind her.

Turning back to Katherine, I said, harshly.

"Heel, slave and look at your Master."

Katherine came up from the floor into a kneeling position, looking frightened.

"Put your arms behind your back and keep them there.

I gathered all her long hair into a ponytail and twisted it around my hand until it was tight to her scalp.

"You have such beautiful long thick long hair, Katherine, do you know what you have forced me to do now?" 

"Please, Master, don't ....................."

"Be silent."

I loudly commanded, as Katherine swallowed and closed her eyes.

"Stand, slave, you brought this on yourself and are only getting what you deserve for your impulsive actions."

You could hear a pin drop...................................................

No doubt Sarah, Mandy and Minerva were holding their breath straining to listen through the closed doors. 

I kissed her mouth long and deep, and Katherine opened her eyes in surprise as I let go of her hair, letting it drop down her back. 

I put my index finger in front of my lips and winked at her, smiling.

"As I was saying, my voluptuous and buxom Katherine, hear my sentence.

For your wonderfully impulsive, clever, although expensive actions of putting three Harleys into neutral, pushing them one by one to the end of breakwater and then into the Lake."

"I said get away from the doors ladies".... and then I heard two sets of feet, plus one more, scurrying again. 

"I will be sending you to medical school.

This is something that I know you have always wanted, and that you thought was beyond your reach when you signed your contract with the Sanctorum.

I am sure that we will all be proud with having a Doctor of Medicine in our family...right ladies?"

"Yes, Michael!"

Minerva, Sarah and Mandy all said in unison, opening their doors as Katherine hugged me with tears of happiness running down her face, as I was hugging her and wiping those tears.

"Ladies....  hallway, now!"

I shouted, and the three came out of their rooms and lined up side by side.  

Katherine joined them, wiping the remaining tears from her face and smiling, as they all were.

"Assume the position ladies... very nice, and don't think for a minute that I didn't know you all were running in place and not in bed."

I lifted their white silk nightgowns and gave each of them a sound slap on the ass, including Katherine.

"Order and discipline will be maintained in this household as well as your obedience, heel.   

Minerva and Sarah, it is bedtime, goodnight.”

They each received a kiss and hug for me, and I sent them on their way.

"Katherine and Mandy?"

"Yes, Michael."

They said, again.

"I'm really not sleepy after all that has happened today and I feel quite amorous.

You will both be sharing my bed this evening and we will be sleeping in late."

"May we fix our hair for you, Michael?"

"Yes, Katherine, and you may choose the styles."

When they returned they were carrying extra pillows and a blanket.

They both had fixed their hair into ponytails and their faces were makeup free, freshly scrubbed and glowing.

As they came bustling into the bedroom, they looked so happy and wholesome as if they were "attending a slumber party".... that's what I was thinking at the time.

I was lying on my back as they came in naked and then got into bed with me, one on either side. 

I sat up, propping my pillows again the headboard, taking a girl in each arm and hugging them, and stroking their soft and thick ponytails.

Katherine went down on me first, licking the tip of my manhood and then the shaft while Mandy and I were kissing, and I was playing with Mandy's breasts and stroking her sweet flower.

Soon, Mandy was kissing my face and neck, working her down my chest and groin to help Katherine.

They were taking turns sucking and licking my cock while kissing each other long and deep as I watched.

I took their hair out of the ponytails so that I could feel it teasing my chest and groin while they continued licking and sucking my cock and balls.

I came in Mandy's mouth and she swallowed all of my semen; my orgasm was indescribable, nevertheless I was soon hard again.

Two lovely women in the same bed will do that to a man.

Katherine likes it a little rough and I grabbed hold of her hair, pulling, and then ordered Mandy to get on her back and told her to close her eyes.

I forced Katherine's face into Mandy's dripping vagina ordering Katherine to lick and play with herself.

After a time, I shoved my cock into Katherine's dripping, swollen pussy.

I slapped Katherine's voluptuous ass as I rammed her, while she was licking Mandy's dripping swollen pussy with abandon.

They both were moaning loudly and I so wanted to orgasm again, but I held back.

Mandy was the first to come, and then Katherine, both of them bucking and squirming.

I again grabbed Katherine by her hair, wrapping my hand in it pushed her face into my rock hard welcoming cock.

I had my second orgasm coming in her mouth and afterwards Katherine swallowed everything.

She and Mandy licked my cock and balls clean, as I lay there relaxed and satisfied. 

I was absolutely spent by then and feeling as weak as a kitten, and sleepy... so sleepy, imagining that I was one being licked clean by two sexy mother cats.

I just lay there until they finished, and then cuddling up on either side of me. 

I kissed them both before drifting off into a calm and blissfull sleep.................

I woke up late the next morning to find Mandy and Katherine gone and Minerva sitting on the bed with a tray of bagels with cream cheese, smoked fish, honey dew melon and a carafe of coffee.

I sat up and arranged the pillows for us to lean against the headboard.

"With everything going on lately I thought that we might never get a chance to talk about Martha."

Minerva said, getting next to me and pouring two cups of coffee from the carafe, taking hers and then placing the tray on my lap.

I noticed that Minerva had her hair done up in a French twist, wonderful, apparently it was long enough for this elegant style now and she was wearing a vibrant red silk kimono with white chrysanthemums over her white silk nightgown. 

I reached over to stroke the soft hair at the nape of her neck. 

"You look lovely, my love, good enough to eat and your hair is very elegant and sexy."

"That is how I will be wearing until it is long enough for a nice bun... Mickey."

She said, teasing, I could see the amusement in her eyes, even though she said it with a straight face.

Mickey, short for Michael, and term of endearment with a little story behind it.

Martha called me Mickey when we were first married, in the days when I thought she loved me, and before we lost our child.... my son.... my boy, Aaron, and I cried at the time remembering a quote by Roman Polanski.

"If you have a great passion it seems that the logical thing is to see the fruit of it, and the fruit are children".

Afterwards, I internalized my grief for my son, while my wife wore it on her sleeve and accused me of being cold and heartless.

No matter what I did or said after that there was no pleasing Martha, and eventually I stopped trying.

For whatever reason, Martha blamed me for the death of our son and the complications that rendered her sterile.

She completely let herself go, becoming quite obese, although she kept herself clean, paying particular attention to her perfect teeth.

Martha denied me sex and cut her beautiful long hair brutally short to spite me.

When we were first married, Martha was a small, petite woman with much the same figure as Mandy.

Martha had such beautiful long black hair, being thick and soft, falling just to the middle of her back.

Of Portuguese decent on her mother's side, Martha has the same rich black hair, dark onyx eyes and the prefect light olive complexion of her mother. 

She also has a hot fiery temper.

One to match Minerva's, and Martha can swear up a blue streak in Portuguese when angry.

Unlike Minerva, whose anger is tempered and controlled, Martha can be spitefully inventive, and has a tendency to throw and break things. 

For example, she sold most of my music collection to a flea market promoter for pennies on the dollar while I was away on business. When I returned from Japan, to find my records and cassette tapes gone, I was served with divorce my papers, via a singing telegram the same day.

When angry, Martha would often strike me, although I easily blocked her ineffectual blows and kicks making her even angrier still. 

I never hit her back.... if she hurt herself hitting me, so be it.

An only child, her parents doted on her giving her everything that she asked for.... Martha was a spoiled brat.

I took my marriage vows seriously, "for better or for worse", making the best of a bad situation and throwing myself into my work.

I felt betrayed when Martha left me and filed for divorce, as if my grief was any less real then hers, and then trying to have me thrown

out of own home, property that owned before I married her.

I never strayed or had an affair while we were married.  

The last time that Martha had called me Mickey was the day I confronted Frank Abzug, when she fainted in my arms.

"Why did she call you that, Michael?

Was it Mickey for the mouse?

Minnie and Mickey?"

She said, lightly, and laughing, she not possibly knowing the man from my past, the man, the father never to be, Mickey.

Mickey was buried with his son.

The only other person who knows this is Arthur. 

Arthur felt my pain, I saw it in his face when we talked in my Library, on the day the enforcers took the offal scum away.... he told me a little about his nephew, knowing that I would never betray a confidence.

Minerva saw the pain in my face, even though I tried to hide it with a smile.

"I'm sorry Michael, I was only teasing and I can see that you don't want to talk about that.

May we still talk about Martha?"

"Come closer."

I said, putting the tray on the floor, and she put her coffee on the tray and then got close putting her head on my lap.

"You are intuitive as well as beautiful, my Marvelous Minerva and I love you.

I lightly stroked her beautiful face, and continued until I finished my story.

I will take you into my confidence a second time my love.... let me tell you about my son.............................."

Minerva listened to my story, not interrupting to ask questions.

I sat and held her for a while, just enjoying our intimacy.

Finally, she spoke.

"I never realized why you were so bitter, at first, Michael... so very bitter.

You showed up at my dance studio unshaved, and in desperate need of a haircut.

You were wearing faded blue jeans, a white tee shirt, and engineer boots.

I couldn't figure out how you got past security, and classes were not starting for two hours and then by appointment only.

I was watching you from a live feed on my laptop in my office, and I thought you were a bum without two nickels to rub together.

"I watched you for two months before I went to your studio, my love.

I had business with the bank across the street from your building when I first saw you.

You had your hair pinned up, and were wearing a dark brown skirt and jacket, a white ruffled silk blouse, tan stocking and dark brown

pumps when you walked into the bank, and you were all business... no nonsense.

You walked in the Bank like you owned the place, walking past me, never giving me a second glance.

You walked right in the Bank President's Office, closing the door behind you and taking my appointment.

I was annoyed and intrigued.... I made some polite inquires and decided to meet you, despite your best efforts to keep me out."

"Why didn't you tell me all this before, Michael?"

"Because, I was waiting for the right opportunity."

I answered.

"Well as you remember I'm sure, my secretary refused to give you an appointment or let you talk to me."

"I remember."

"You told her that when you returned from business on the West Coast in two week you would be returning with flowers.

"Yes, and Donna your secretary told me to leave now and never come back or she was calling the police.... I left, didn't I?"

"You certainly did and we thought it hysterical that a bum whom was lucky enough to get past security had business on the West Coast.

I thought we would never see you again. 

When the telephones and intercoms were working again, and as a precaution, we called the police and reported you as a stalker.

I assumed at that time everything was a coincidence because of the Telephone Company truck parked outside and............

"Michael, you didn't?"

"Perhaps, or perhaps not."

I answered.

"You just vanished and nobody saw you leave, and the tapes from the security system were somehow completely erased.

"How did you do that, Michael?"

"It's a secret and I shall not tell you"

"Michael?"

"Minerva!"

"OK, Mr. Magician, be that way, I beefed up security, and then you got in a second time and I hardly recognized you, you clean up so nice."

"My secretaries office was full of flowers when I arrived, pots of peace lilies, hundreds of them, with cards addressed to me.

I suppose you won't tell you how you did that either?"

"Nope"

"There you were, sitting at my desk wearing a black tuxedo, and one that was custom tailored just for you, I can tell these things.

Your feet were on my desk...my desk! 

The audacity, if I could have called security I would have. 

Your hands folded on your chest, and your top hat tipped over your eyes.

Really Michael, you have such a flair for the dramatic.... cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war.

I can't believe that Martha could possibly find you so uninteresting that she left you for that lump, Frank Abzug.

"Martha changed, especially after the stillbirth.

Even after we were first married, all she wanted was a large family, the children to be the main focus in her life; sex was for the propagation of children; Martha was a virgin on our wedding night. 

Martha's Mother and Aunts had great influence with her, and I should have seen it coming; I loved her Minerva."

Forget about her for now....  I was fascinated and flattered that you got in a second time and you looked so different.

Cleaned up with a shave and haircut, top hat and cane and the flowers... how could you possibly know that I adored lilies?

Then you leapt over the desk and bowed to me with a flourish, you pretended to hand me your business card, which was blank, but took my hand instead in your strong-callused hand, so out of place for a man wearing a tailored tuxedo and you bowed a second time

and not letting go said:

"The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright."

William Blake (November 28, 1757–August 12, 1827) was an English poet, painter, and printmaker, Ms. Flynn.

I wish I were as eloquent as he, but alas, I remain a thorn without a rose to stain your beauty bright.

Then you explained that all you wanted was a chance in the advanced ballroom dance class to brush up on your skills and prove your mettle...well, you know the rest, how could I possibly refuse, we moved as one.

"Dancing is like riding a bike, my dear, you never forget."

I replied.

"You need to treat her with a firm hand, Michael, and set limits for her.

You certainly can't allow her to hit and swear at you.... I was thinking out loud, of course you won't.

That being said, with us it is different, you bastard."

She whispered, squeezing and kissing my hand.

"Impertinent bitch, you certainly are not setting a good example for Sarah."

I replied smiling. 

"Martha has a temper, and in this department is your equal.

While yours is tempered and controlled, hers is not."

"What if Martha acts up and you are not around?"

She asked.

"I'm putting you in charge, my love.

You will be Mistress of the house and the keeper of the keys, over Martha.

The girls will follow your lead.

If Martha acts like a spoiled, petulant child, treat her like one."

"Seriously, Michael, I understand why you did not hit her back when you were married.

But how could you live with her without having sex.... without intimacy, that I don't quite understand.

You are such a passionate and loving man."

"I had my work, my inventions, loyal employees whom I had a responsibility for, and their families."

"Nevertheless, since you want my advice, don't bend over backwards to appear fair or feel too sorry because of her bad choices."  

Minerva advised.

"I should be thankful for it not for those bad choices, I would have never met you, or loved you the way that I do now." 

"You will forgive her betrayal Michael, as you forgave mine, because that is the type of man you are.

When you are angry, it seems that you have no fear, confronting the clowns like that, you could have been hurt."

"I knew what I was doing."

I replied.

"True, and you could have still been hurt.

Never forget you are a friend and confidant of a Grand Master whom wields the power of life and death.

You most likely will be Arthur's successor." 

"One more thing and then I will keep quiet, you are right; we are of the Sanctorum, you and I.

After experiencing both facets of it, I never have been happier.

When you look at me it is if you are caressing me with your eyes.... you look the same way at Sarah.

You know what else I think, Michael?"

"You said one more thing."

I reminded her.

"That was just a figure of speech and you know it."

"Please continue my love."

I said, blowing on her neck.

"I don't think that I shall."

She retorted.

"Are we going to start that again, Minnie?"

"You want the truth, Michael? Do you want the truth?

I don't think that you can handle the truth!"

"Try me."

"You are prickly to touch as a hedge is,

Or as soft as eiderdown fluff,

Sharp or quite smooth at the edges,

My Master, my Michael.... my love.... you would have made a Marvelous father." 

"That was very nice, Minerva."

I said swinging my legs over the side of the bed and reaching for my tray.

If I remember correctly, perhaps my voice may have been breaking when I said that.

Minerva then pushed me down on the bed and put her hand over my mouth.

"I am not done speaking, be silent.

You are not getting off that easy, Buster."

She said harshly, going into her mean, Mistress Mode.

"I have an announcement to make."                                                                                                                                      `   `

And then she leaned forward and bit my ear lightly, whispering.

"It is my turn to be on top.... with your permission of course......................"

Author's note in regard to the underlined sentences: I am quoting in part another Author's work; W.H. Auden:

1903-1973; 'Oh Tell Me The Truth About Love' (1938) . 

It hadn’t all been fun and games I been there through some bad times as well. I was on duty that terrible time her only pregnancy turned into a ruptured tube and massive hemorrhage nearing taking her life.  My surgical team saved her life, but in the process we forever ending her fertility. I remembered when her marriage fell apart in the aftermath of that great loss and how I’d talk to her for hours encouraging her along until things got better. 

Years had passed and we stayed close and still visited when we could.  It was during one of these talks in the hospital that we discovered we were both planning to take an extremely challenging certification exam in a few weeks.  “Why don’t you come over Saturday and we can quiz each other?” She asked.

I agreed and the next Saturday afternoon found us at her lovely county house set on some five acres working hard at the brightly lit kitchen table while a light snow blew about outside.  I couldn’t help admiring her breasts and they moved freely and gracefully under her blouse, but knew like all the countless times we’d been together, nothing would ever happen between us, except for affectionate hugs and kisses.  So I put my thoughts of sex with her tight, toned body away and suggested we go get something to eat. 

            The local dinner provided an informal yet intimate setting, but as I stepped over to take her arm I slipped on the back ice in the parking lot and would have fallen except for my hand finding her blouse.  I had grabbed blindly and caught the fabric at the level of her cleavage ripping the top three buttons off her blouse exposing her braless breasts to view.  I apologized, and quickly offered to take her back home to change, but she refused.  She simply covered her nipples by shifting her top and told me.  “I’m hungry!  You exposed my boobs so you can just suffer through the meal having to look at them.  And look at them I did.  Even with her blouse put back together and tucked in her top was open to a point several inches below her lovely white orbs and any movement exposed an indecent amount to cleavage at times showing hints of her areolas and forcing her to rearrange the top to stay legally covered.  

            I was rock hard and she knew the effect she was having on me and laughed knowing my discomfort, as my rigid cock was outlined clearly in my pants.  Thankfully we were sitting in the booth, but just as I started to relax I discovered she kicked off her shoes and was running her feet up and down the outline of my hard organ.  She leaned back in the seat shamelessly cupping her breasts for just a moment in the nearly empty dinner and whispering “Ahhh a sizable cock.”

            I finished the meal in a trance and somehow drove back to her house.  The door had hardly shut before we are locked in a passionate kiss that went on for many minutes.  At last I reached for her nipples as she began to moan and cry out in real passion. I removed what remained of her top and began to suckle her engorged and sensitive tips as her hips began to move against me as if of their own accord, her breath coming in quick gasps.  We had stumbled to the living room floor by this point and I wanted her naked.  Unzipping her jeans I hooked a couple of fingers under her panties and she lifted her ass so I could pull them down.  As I did, she screamed one of the longest and loudest screams I’ve ever heard.  I knew I must have hurt her so I stopped and inquired what was wrong, but at first she couldn’t talk.  Tears streamed down her checks and she writhed on the floor until she at last explained that she’d not been hurt, but as her panties pulled away from her pussy, her body has surprised her with one of the most intense orgasms of her life.  After this, I couldn’t wait to enter her and in only two of three trusts my balls we slapping against her ass as she groaned and cried out and here was were it got interesting   

            I flipped her over to her belly and began seriously fucking her from behind when she pleaded with me to hold down her hands so I pinned them beside her head as I pistoned in and out of her tiny body.  In shifting position slightly I let go of her hands and she just about shrieked out her demand that I hold them down once more.  At this point and I decided to see just how far she wanted to go.  I grabbed her hands and pulled them both up behind her.  Using my belt I tied them roughly behind her.  I then gagged her with her shirt and fucked her good and hard her juicy pussy making sloppy noises amid her stifled cried of pleasure.  Pulling my wet cock from her vulva I worked the wet tip into her tiny pink anus feeling her tense and fight against the intrusion. 

            She was so small the sensations were astonishing.  She fought against it at first but there was nothing she could do and I was soon buried to the hilt in her sweet ass.  As I began to work in and out I suddenly felt her snug orifice contract against me as she climaxed. I held her hips and kept fucking her anal passage felling her slowly shift from riding the waves of her last orgasm to the realization she was still getting fucked in the ass and now that her climax was over she’d just as soon be done.  This is so natural.  Anyone would be scared of a large object up their ass when they are not headed toward their own orgasm.  I was lucky that along the way I’d learned that if a woman can endure a few minutes of dealing with fear arousal will build back up.  She knew she wasn’t being hurt, but she was very worried about being hurt, but she would have to tolerate it just a little longer. 

            As I worked in and out of her with smooth strokes, I remembered the first time I’d experienced a woman’s back door.  I’d been over to a friend’s house when he wasn’t there and I’d gotten involved with his younger sister.  Fearful of pregnancy she offered her ass for my pleasure and I discovered that while I don’t have a massive cock of the type that instills any other man who sees it with penis envy, nor do I have movie star looks, I did for whatever reason have a cock that when concealed in the depths of a woman’s anus before long she begin to climax without clitoral contact and it frequently happens repeatedly.  April’s new movements under me interrupted my thoughts and sure enough I could tell she had gone from fear to rebuilding arousal once more.  She moaned deeply her body rhythmically contracting about my hard shaft just moments before I filled her ass with my creamy load   Gasping I lay atop her my super sensitive organ within her Rolling to the side my cock was still hard enough to slide in and out of her moving from her ass to her cunt as I willed, just using her to gain the last pleasure from my exhausted manhood.  My finger just naturally began rubbing her sex and soon another orgasm tore through her restrained body.

            Until this afternoon I’d never tied up anyone in sex play, now I’d tied up one of my best friends and I began worrying about her reaction.  What if she resented it?  Not only could I find her friendly no longer, but, I could find myself accused of raping and sodomizing her. So it was with some trepidation I released her hands from behind her and untied the gag.

            “Did I do what you wanted?” I asked

            “You won’t get any complaints from me.  God Tom, I came more times and more intensely than I have and years.  You’ve been so special to me for all these years I never wanted to ruin our relationship with sex but now there is something I feel compelled to tell you and I don’t want you to think I’m strange or something. But you’re the only one I can trust with this.

You see, when I was little, my Mother would catch me playing with myself and would make me kneel down naked with my head on the floor, my ass raised and my legs spread as far as possible.  She was going the spank my “naughty parts” so I wouldn’t play with them. Them she’d go and wail me but good with a leather strap covering my ass and especially my little girl pussy with welts. Often I’d been so close to reaching my peak when she caught me that I cum in the process of the beating. She thought I was screaming in pain and sometimes I was, but she made me cum a lot   It was very kinky bordering on incest.  I find now that I can’t cum as easily as when I am forced to or the sex has an edge to it.   I’ve always thought you were the right guy to help me experiment but I never knew how to bring up the subject.  Do you think I’m terribly perverted, or would you be willing to do more wicked things to me?”

            “What exactly are you thinking of?”

            “I have to function sexually in normal everyday sex and I am learning to, but I have longed for the last ten years maybe my whole life to have someone explore really hurting me, but you are the only person I know who I could trust to hurt me, I mean REALY hurt me, you know cause intense pain—no broken bones or anything, but you know to hurt me sexually.  Once last summer I took and switch and used it on my tits.  It left a lovely stripe, but I didn’t have the nerve to hit myself that hard again.  God, I do wish you could have seen how I masturbated about it for weeks afterward.  That what I want real pain, even temporary damage, but nothing that would deform me for life.”

            “I don’t know April.  I’ve never set out to hurt someone…”

            “But you wouldn’t be.  No really deep down.  You’d be giving me pleasure.”

            “I’ve read about such things and they always say you should have a code word or action to indicate in something is going too far.”

            “No.  I don’t want control.  Don’t you get it?  I get excited by what you just did even though I instigated it, but what I secretly desire is to have you hurt me any way you want, as much as you want, for as long as you want, without any escape possible except to take the pain and enjoy the pleasure.  I want you to force me to do every nasty thing you want me to.”

            “When do you feel up to this?”

            “Right now.”

            All right, go pee and I’ll pour you a drink; I think you’re going to need it. 

            To be continued…       Thomascan06@yahoo.com

 

 

 

He ran his fingers over her back and ass. She shuddered violently. Taking up the cane, He swung it and connected solidly with her ass. THWACK! Her body swung forward with the impact and her toes scrambled for purchase on the floor. The thump of the cane, the ringing of the bells, her muffled cry around the gag, and the faint scuffing noises of her shoes on the floor made an intoxicating symphony to His ears. A bright red stripe glowed across her ass, and the tangy aroma of female arousal filled the air. The cane rose and fell, over and over, harder, faster. On her ass, on her back, on her thighs; stripes glowed red as her body convulsed with the pleasure and the pain. Tears were freely flowing down her cheeks. Her breathing was ragged. The junction of her thighs was wet with her juices.

He let the cane drop to the floor with a thump. He gazed admiringly at the welts that covered her body from the shoulders to the knees. Cruelly, He dragged His nails across the already abused skin. More muffled cries came from around the gag. The bells sounded over and over again as he opened the welts with his nails.

His hand reached up, removed the gag, and flung it to the floor. He roughly ran a hand over her dripping gash and brought it up to her face, to show her the juices she offered to Him in tribute. He forced His fingers into her mouth. Her lips and tongue moved eagerly around His them, sucking her juices from his skin. He pulled His fingers from her mouth. She gasped, "Thank You, Master for feeding my cunt juices to me. Thank You."

"Of course, my eager little slut," He said as He reached for the crop and began to ferociously stripe her bound and clamped breasts. The bells gave a steady melody to the silibant slash and percussive crack of the crop -- the music to which He made her dance. Her body convulsed with sobs of ecstacy.

The slashes stopped as He ripped the clamp from her clit, and rubbed the tortured, engorged flesh as the blood flowed back into it. The agony was pure bliss; the bliss was pure agony. His other hand roamed over her flesh, pinching and slapping, causing the juices to flow more freely from her gaping cunt. The stinging blows landed over and over again onto her flesh, marking her, making her His own. Every muscle in her body strained for release. With difficulty she choked out the words, "Master, please may i cum now? Oh, please, Master, i need to cum. my dripping whore's gash is so hot and wet. Please, Master, let me cum, oh, please."

He smiled at the writhing, panting property before Him. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Cum for Me now, slut-slave, right now," He said, as he suddenly brought His hand down with great force, first on one swollen breast then the other.

Her back arched as every muscle went rigid and she cried out in blissful joy. The shudders of a soul-searing climax coursed through her body again and again. A steady flow of hot pussy juice ran down her thighs. He leaned in and sunk His teeth into the flesh of her tits, perilously close to breaking the skin, marking her with His teeth. Her body continued to jerk and her cunt continued to spasm as He brutally thrust two fingers into her sopping wetness, His thumb strumming and stroking her clit as she cried, "Oh God, so good! Thank You Master! Thank you." He pulled his fingers out and slapped the gaping gash between her legs--once, twice, three times--before thrusting three fingers into her. The fingers of His free hand grasped her sweaty, tangled hair as He applied His teeth to her battered and bound tits once again.

"Please, Master, may i have another," she sobbed through the tears that were running down her cheeks. Without removing His teeth from her tits, He viciously rammed her gash with four fingers. "Yes, Master, thank You, Master. Thank You for making me your fucktoy, your slut, your whore, your dangling piece of fuckmeat. Fist me, Master, please fist me. Make me completely yours."

He reached up and slipped her cuffs from the hook on the ceiling and moved her over the rough wooden table. He fastened the cuffs on her wrists to a lanyard that was secured to the table with an large eyescrew. He attached cuffs to her ankles, and secured a spreader bar there--adjusting it so that her legs were spread to the maximum. Her cunt gaped and dripped a puddle onto the table. The harsh surface of the table reawakened the pain in the welts that covered her back. She felt the ooze of blood under her. she cried out as He thrust first three, and then four fingers into her sopping snatch. The pressure became constant as He began to move the widest part of His hand into her. He released the rough ropes that bound her tits, and pinched, slapped and mauled the tortured globes as they began to swell. He jerked the clamps off her nipples just as His entire hand entered her cunt. She cried out, "Thank You Master for the pain." He curled His fingers and began slowly thrusting into her. Her cunt gripped and released around His hand and wrist. Her juice flowed freely and caused a soft sucking sound as His hand moved inside her. Her cries rang out through her sobs, "Thank You, Master!"

His hand reached up and grasped her by the throat, squeezing--just a little--making her fight for the very air she breathed. His hand bruising her soft white throat--leaving marks that looked like a living collar. His other hand and wrist moving within her cunt, rough knuckles scraping the tender inner flesh. Her moans and whimpers were interspersed with sobs as her eyes pleaded with Him for the mercy that she did not really want. The hand on her throat suddenly moved upward to her hair, taking a handful he jerked her head up and forced her to look at the bulge in her lower abdomen. She sobbed, "Oh, oh Master, so beautiful. i am honored that Master thinks me worthy to take so much pain for Him." Tears flowed down her cheeks as copiously as the juices from her cunt flowed onto His arm. He gently laid her head back down. He looked deep and hard into her eyes and said, "Cum, slut, I own you."

As if struck, her body jerked upward straining against her bonds. Her back arched as her hips pumped furiously trying to take more of His arm into her. She cried out, "Cummmmmmmming, Master, cumming for You." He began to rub her clit and her spasms came harder and faster. He rolled the tiny point of engorged flesh between his thumb and forefinger. Her body began to writhe, her head whipped from side to side and she screamed in agonizing pleasure. "Don't stop cumming, slut. Don't you dare stop." Her cunt juices squirted out from around His arm. "Nothing in you is yours to keep; you are fuckmeat--Mine to enjoy when, where and how I see fit." Fireworks exploded in her head and her cunt. She was lost in an orgasm so intense that she felt she was spinning up to the center of the sun. Her cries became incoherent screams and she tumbled deeper and deeper through subspace. She managed to gasp out, "Please. . . Master. . . let me. . . stop . . . cumming." He increased the pace of His thrusting inside her and His stroking on her clit, "Whose choice, Slut?" She could barely catch her breath as she whispered, "Yours, Master; my life is your choice."

"Always. Remember that, whore," as he pulled His hand out of her with a pop. She whimpered at the ache of emptiness. His hand and wrist were glistening and dripping with her juices. He smeared the juices on her breasts and belly. She cried out as her juices seeped into the welts on her bruised and battered tits. She begged abjectly, "Please, Master, may i lick your hand clean? Oh, oh, please feed me my cunt juices. Finger fuck Your slut's mouth with her own pussy slime, please Master. . " She was silenced by His fingers in her mouth. Her lips and tongue licked and sucked her juices off His hand and arm. He smiled down at her, "Such a good, eager little slut she is."

Her cheeks pinkened as she breathlessly said, "Thank You Master. Please, Master, will You allow me to serve you now. Please, Master, i so want to please You. i need your cum, Master, wherever You choose to give it to me."

His face hardened as He loosened her wrist cuffs from their anchor above her head. He jerked her from the table to put the maximum friction on her already bruised and welted back. Placing both hands on her shoulders, he forced her to her knees. With one hand he loosed His throbbing erection and thrust it into her wet and willing mouth. He was almost too big for her. Her lips were stretched tight around His shaft as her tongue worked furiously to pleasure the cock that she worshiped. Her entire world was reduced to that jut of flesh that thrust in and out of her mouth. His hands closed around her head, fingers entwining in her sweaty hair, as he thrust His hardness into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Her cuffed hands fell to her dripping snatch and fingered her clit delicately, as He fucked her face like a cunt. His hands bruised and tore at her scalp as He suddenly thrust deep into her mouth, pressing her face into His groin, not allowing her to breathe. Tears ran down her cheeks as she struggled for breath and looked up at Him beseechingly. "Even the air you breathe is a gift from Me, slut," He said as He pulled her head back. She pulled as much air as she could into her aching lungs and gave him a look filled with gratitude and devotion. He shifted his weight slightly to slide the toe of his boot against her hand where she was still fingering herself. As he pumped her mouth, she began to hump her gash on the boot between her legs. She rubbed her slit from the toe of the boot to the ankle, moaning around His cock as the leather rubbed her clit. "That''s right. That''s my little bitch in heat."

Sweat was seeping into the welts on her back, stinging and burning--the pain increasing the tempo of her thrusting hips and the circling of her tongue as He fucked her face. His eyes never left hers, telling her without words who she belonged to--fucking her mind with His eyes. His hips began to thrust more violently than before. His body went rigid; he howled as He thrust deep into her mouth. Tears of utter bliss rolled down her cheeks as spurt after spurt of His seed exploded into her throat. She joyfully swallowed every drop.

He smiled down at her, "Such a good little slut; you have pleased me." He roughly wiped the tears from her face. Love, gratitude and devotion shone out of her eyes. He pulled out of her mouth and wiped Himself clean with her hair. As he stepped back from her, she whispered, "Thank You, Master, for allowing me to give You pleasure.'" Without the support of His hands on her head, she slumped to the floor. He took a soft blanket from the closet, and covered her body. Her last conscious awareness before she drifted into sleep was His voice, "Sleep well, little slut. Sweet dreams."

            “You masturbate a lot, right?”

            She seemed shocked but nodded dumbly.

            “Do it for me now!”

            Slowly both hands went to her sex and she began to toy with her labia.  I turned on the camera then sat down on the sofa and watched her my cock hard once more.  Soon her fingers were a rapidly moving blur on her clit, her hips moving and back arching up and she pleasured herself.  Now that she was aroused I questioned her. 

“How often do you masturbate?”

“Every day.  Often more than once.”

“Do you use sex toys?”

“Yes.”

“Where are they?”

“In the bedside table.”

“Don’t you dare cum until I come back.”

Checking her sex toys I found three basic vibrators, one really large suction cup vibrator with a raised clitoral stimulator and a very basic pair of screw adjusted nipple clamps. Taking the large vibrator and the clamps I walked back to the living room where April is writhing in frustration holding herself off from her climax.  Seeing me, she attacked her clit and was over the edge of her orgasm in seconds, sighing and moaning her wetness clearly visible on her fingers.

     “Well it would seem you are already quite into what we have planned. Please look at the camera and while I explain what I think you are asking for.  I am getting ready to restrain you and this is going to be the last easy exit from this pathway.  You want me to hurt you, to torture you sexually to let you experience not only someone else controlling you, but forcing you to get your pleasure in the midst of pain.  You expressed your limits, no severe injury like broken bones, but you want to experience real, significant, perhaps even agonizing pain, and don’t mind welts, bruising and similar damage even though they might leave some scaring, although I will try not to break the skin surface in anything we do.  You do not want a safe word or motion whereby you can end the action if it gets too painful for you.  You realize that ropes and restraints will leave marks as well and that I will be sexually using your body with nothing off limits.  Are you sure about all this or would you like to reconsider.”

“Are you kidding?  Tom, I have fantasized about this for years.  You’re they only one I could surrender so completely to without worrying they might kill me in the heat of the moment.  No matter how much I scream or cry keep going.  Force me beyond what I think I can do.  If I should pass out keep going. Use and abuse me as the dirty slut I am deep down.  Do what you will to me and let me be your victim.  Hurt me bad.  I need this.  I have been a bad girl.

“Stand up!”

Taking the rope I began by binding her breasts.  I wrapped the rope painfully tight about the lovely round softness of her twin mounds until the both stuck perfectly outward from her chest the skin tight from the pressure and beginning to both swell from the restricted blood flow cause by the ropes.  Blood could flow into her breasts, but it was harder getting it out and her white skin was turning a deep purple and becoming taut from the swelling.

Once her breasts were dealt with I placed the suction cup toy in such a place that she had to straddle the chair facing the wrong way her chest toward the low chair back to impale herself upon it.  As the tip found her opening she gasped out.  “I’ve never been able to take the whole thing. It was a gag gift from my bachelorette party, not something intended to be really fucked.”

“Well we are going to see if things are different today,” I told her as I pressed her down onto the huge artificial cock.  While made of soft material the vibrator must have been some 10 inches long and probably eight inches around with the head even larger.  I wasn’t surprised such a tiny girl hard never tried to force it in but she was trying now and at last after many, many thrusts she had the thing buried deep enough where the clitoral stimulator was where it belonged. 

Forcing her to stay still, while deeply impaled, I took out the athletic support bandages I’d found in her bathroom and carefully wrapped them about her arms so that in the end each whole arm was secured from just below the shoulder to the wrist against the chair back’s outer spindles.  In this position her now purple breasts hung proudly out over the chair back.  Using the same type of restraint I secured her legs in a frog like position to the lower chair, but I was unhappy because she could still move her chest and hips enough to cause problems so I walked out to my truck and came back with some webbed cargo straps and their ratchets.  I used on over her hips to press her further unto the intruding toy in her pussy and then used a second to make sure her chest movement was not such as to change to location of her breasts.  Next I blindfolded her with scarf.  Gathering the other items I had found I reached down and turn on the sex toy. 

I didn’t have to wait long for she cried out in shock and then pleasure as the little clitoral stimulator began working on her center of pleasure.  Taking her nipple clamps I sucked on each of her hard tips then applied the clamp each gaining a deep pained moan.  I allowed her to adjust to this sensation then removed them and tightened the screw and reapplied them to her nipples this time getting a pained yip from her as she realized the crushing effect of the now tight clamps.  I toyed with them bringing her more pain and pleasure twisting and tugging on the clamps and as I did so I noted the little rubber protectors seemed removable so when I took them off the next time I slid them off revealing serrated teeth in the alligator clamp.  I tightened them all the way and replaced the tips.  I wanted her to see this.  Holding them in front of her I removed the protective covers and then placed the first on her left nipple.  The moment I allowed the pressure to close April began to thrash against her bounds screaming in pain and panic.  Even on five acres I could hardly have the police respond to reports of a screaming woman so I grabbed the nearest item I could—her panties and tied them in place with another scarf from her dresser as a gag, then I examined her nipple.  The teeth we deeply indented into the sensitive skin but she was not bleeding so I placed the second one and watched her suffer.  In about ten minutes her muffled cried changed tones and I thought the vibrator might be doing it job.  I shoved a finger up her ass just in time to feel the contractions of her orgasm.

Great, I thought she has cum in pain.  Now it was time for more severe pain.  Removing the clamps I allowed her nipple to recover their sensitivity and then prepared to use one of the items from the garage.   Out on a shelf I had notice this oversized mousetrap, not quite a rattrap it was nevertheless markedly larger than the standard mousetrap.  The spring was very stiff and strong when I tested it and now I pulled it back and aimed carefully, letting it snap shut on her right nipple.

Her whole body jerked in agony.  She tried desperately to move anything to escape the paint that sprang from a point that usually yielded pleasure.  He mouth opened in muffled screams.  I pulled the trap off the nipple without opening it, allowing it to crush the very sensitive tip as it at last snapped free.  She sat there breathing in shallow, rapid gasps not knowing what was coming next but trying to prepare mentally for the next onslaught of pain suddenly taking this seriously.  I could tell by her body language she expected I would move on and do the same thing to the other nipple so I pulled back the metal mechanism and snapped it shut once more on the same nipple. Her whole body stiffed and clenched, but the noise this time was different and it took me a moment to realize she’d just cum again.

I soon fell into a pattern working both nipples and the areola surrounding them. After a few snaps the crushed nipples began to swell with bruising.  I had to be careful to turn the trap this way and that so that no single area of the nipples or surrounding tissue received too many blows and tore.  By the time they’d each received maybe two dozen crushing impacts them whole nipple structure, areolas included was erotically swollen and puffy, sticking out a good inch and a half from the surrounding breasts.  The pace couldn’t be rushed and I wasn’t sure how far to push my friend.  I knew from her reactions I had her in agony a good portion of the time, but over the two hours of nipple torture she kept climaxing about every 15 minutes.  Even this I discovered was torture for her, because after she peaked her clit was super sensitive like most women’s are, but in her current position the direct stimulation to her clit continued unabated and she had to endure to until her body would calm down and begin building for another climax which the whole cycle taking some 15 minutes. 

By the time her nipples looked like any more might make them bleed, April’s appearance had markedly altered.  Her hair, in fact her whole body was soaked in sweat.  Her head lolled to the side except in the agonizing periods ever few minutes when the trap would crush her nipples.  In the chair the vibrator stood in a sea of her juices.  It was time to move on.  Slowly I disconnected her from the chair and helped her onto her feet.  She leaned heavily against me as I brought her to the bed and laid her down.  I got a towel and dried her off.  After a drink she looked better.  But I wasn’t yet done even though she thought so. 

Gathering towel razor and other supplies I settled between her legs and shaved her vulva until she was completely bare.  I knew this would make her super sensitive.  Her four poster bed was perfect for what I had in mind, but my cock was on fire after two hours of off and on erections while tormenting her nipples.  So I fucked her newly shaved pussy leaving another deposit deep within her.  She was so tired she was completely passive allowing me to use her as I would.  Even when I masturbated her as I fucked her willing pussy she just allowed the orgasm to take her without much movement. 

At last I got her back on her feet at the foot of the bed and tied her arms very tight and firm to the upright posts.  Her legs were then spread and tied as far apart as possible, increasing the strain on her arms.  I could see her examining her damaged nipples in the mirrored headboard.  I re-gagged her and then brought in the switches I’d cut outside.  She looked at me in panic, but I ignored her worries and selecting a long limber branch I showed it to her.  The noise of the switch moving through the air seemed to terrify her as much as the impact.  Her exhausted body seemed to leap forward in her bindings as the bright red stripe appeared on her buttocks.  Selecting a slow steady pace in the next few minutes I had her butt and backs of her thighs covered.  She sagged her weight on her arms as I studied her the tracks of her tears plain on her cheeks.

I wanted her standing on her feet for what was to come but she was slow to respond when I mentioned this, so stepping behind her slumped form I took careful aim at her newly shaved slit and struck her as hard as I could.  Even through the gag I could hear her agonized screams coming one after another in an endless wail of suffering.  She was standing now and I carefully covered her breasts with stripes from the switches.  Then with well-aimed blows I did the same to utra-sensitive and newly shaved public mound.

Walking out to the living room I found the pair of vise-grips I had brought in earlier.  Now it was time for the final agony, time to raise her pain to another level.  The vice grips would literally crush whatever I clamped and I opened them slightly not wanting to destroy but to crush and hurt her most delicate structures.  Picking her left nipple I crushed it in the pliers until they locked.  April spasmodically jerked this way and that trying anything to escape the heavy crushing pressure of the vice grip that now dangled from her nipple pulling and tugging with every movement causing even more pain. Her voice nothing more than a thin wail of misery behind the gag.

After watching her for a couple minutes I reached out and released the vise grip listening as her gasping cry of agony changed to muffled sobs.  After another few minutes I placed the vice grips on the other nipple.  I looked at her wondering it I should continue but there was nothing in her eyes to guide me just her desperation to avoid more pain, but she had requested I push her beyond this level so I crushed this nipple as well.  She screamed out and then slumped, passed out from the pain, I realized.  Just as well.

I removed the vice grips from her nipple and sat on the floor between her legs. Pulled up on the skin above her clit exposed it and while she was out cold I clamped the vice grips on her tender clit.  Leaving it dangle I got some water to woke her up with a cup of water to the face and couple of jaw ringing slaps.  If she’d been in panic before she was frantic now, but there was no escape from the crushing steel on her clit or the heavy wrench’s weight dangling from her organ. 

Using the towel I dried her ass from all the fluids pouring from her pussy then positioning myself at her opening then I began and long hard process of dry fucking her in the ass.  I’d never realized before just how painful it is for the guy to fuck a woman in her unlubed anus.  She was so tight I thought my cock would break and at last I oilded my tool for my comfort more than hers and soon as inside her and thrusting as her flesh clung to me with every movement I couldn’t last too long and in fifteen minutes I felt her begin to climax, her spasms lifting over the edge into huge contractions of pleasure pouring my juices into her backside.  As I withdrew I reached around and removed the pair of vice grips that had so tormented her clit.  I untied her and she collapsed in a heap on the floor murmuring, crying and moaning.  I bodily had to pick her up and place her in the bed.   Toweling her down I saw her smile tiredly. 

“It was worse and better than I ever imagined.”

“You need to sleep.”

“I will.  You’re going to stay aren’t you?”

“Of course I will.”

“Just one more thing, before I sleep.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve done so many things I never even thought about.  I need some normalcy.”

“Everything is over.  Things are back to normal. What else do you need?”

“ I need you…” she trailed off sleepily, then continued, “to fuck me!”

I smiled as I climbed on top. 

 

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My father came back from a so called “business trip” last Tuesday, he had gone with another man. He stood at 6ft tall long dark hair, strongly built and was about 30 years old. He gave my shivers down my spine whenever we met. He would glare at me, look me up and down and if no one was in the room he would start to put his hands on me sliding his hands further up my leg. It made me sick just the thought of his hands going any higher and touching me anywhere in appropriate. Anyway my father came back from his trip in a very bad mood I didn’t know why, but I was guessing it had something to do with money considering he was yelling at my mother for spending too much whilst he was away. Later that the night after he came home he called me down the stairs, I was wondering what I had done wrong this time if anything and what kind of beating I was going to get however sitting there was my father, my mother and the man he went way on his business trip, at this point I began to grow curious of what was going on.

I went to sit down when I was told no by my father, he told me in a stern voice “take off every piece of clothing you are wearing” I stood there is disbelief

“Wwwhat???” I asked 

“Do not argue with me do as you are told or you will be in big trouble!” my father angrily growled.

So I did I slowly began to take my clothes of in front of them, I took my top of first, then my skirt leaving me only in my bra and panties.

“Well, what are you waiting for take them off?” my father ordered.

So I undone my bra revealing my 34 C breast and then took my panties off revealing the rest of me.

“Ahh, she’s nicely sculpted, she’s shaved, great tits, and wonderfully long dark hair…I’ll take her.” The man said.

“What? Take me where??? Mother what is going on??? Please someone explain?” I started to cry.

My father then began to explain what was happening. He said that his last business trip didn’t go as planned and he had lost a lot of money and we were all in potential danger of loosing our home due to a lot of debt. He had discussed this with his business partner and he had made him an offer. He would pay of all of our family’s debt if he could own me. So basically I had been sold to a man I hated and despised. He made my skin crawl and I couldn’t even begin to think what he was going to do with me.

So that’s what happened, this now why I am in the back of a brand new Mercedes wearing a skimpy dress, no underwear and 6 inch high heels. My hair pinned up and my face had make up on, red lipstick, a pale foundation, pink blusher, and black mascara. I felt like a dirty whore, I knew what was going to happen I knew that all of my freedom had been taken away from me, not that I had much in the first place.

We got to his house and went in and I gasp once I went in, I was shocked I had always thought my house was nice but when I saw this house it made the house I had lived in look shabby and poor.

“Right then lets get started, follow me to your room were I will get to know you, or should I say your body, a lot better.”

I followed him to my new room when I entered and it was amazing it was big and had candles, a little table and 2 chairs, a luxurious rug and a 4 post double bed. Still that didn’t make any different I didn’t want to be here I didn’t want to be just a “thing” that could be sold. I then spotted a closet with a lock on it which this man was going to. He unlocked it and took out some rope, “On the bed, slut!” he shouted, I ran for the door trying to escape but unbeknown to me he had locked he, he then grabbed my hair and dragged me over to the bed. He tied my left and right hand to the bed then went to my feet and tied them to bed as well. He took my clothes off and then began to speak:

“Right then, you will address me as Master and you are now my slave no doing so will get you punished, Whenever I want to fuck you I expect you to obey this and not fight, once again if you don’t obey this you will get punished. I also expect you to allow other people to fuck you when I bring them back here failure to obey this or if you fight it will end up in punishment and lastly slave, I expect you to take orders, to do everything I tell you to do. Do you understand Slave?” I didn’t answer I was so scared I didn’t know what to do. He then got out a cane and hit me with it on my stomach “I said do you understand slave?”

“Yes….Master.” I replied.

“Good, now for starters I want to see how good you are at sucking cock so you will suck mine, oh and I expect you to swallow”

I had never sucked a cock before in fact I had only ever had sex with one person before so I was completely inexperienced. He started to untie my hands and feet but then tied my hands behind my back, he put me kneeing on the floor and started to unzip he trousers, take them off and take of his boxers revealing his 8inch cock.

“Now suck it bitch! And suck it good.” He said

Feeling helpless I started to suck his cock I was sucking it slowly and only sucked the top of it which clearly was not enough because he grabbed at my hair and started pushing my mouth in more and was pushing me a lot quicker. I could feel his cock in the back of my throat. It was sliding in and out, making me gag, I felt like I was choking on his cock. He was fucking my mouth, his hands pushing my mouth on his cock, his hips moving closer to get his cock all the way in. I couldn’t breathe; I felt tears running down my face as I was getting fucked in the mouth. I then felt his cum, going all the way down my throat.

“Wow, you are a dirty little slut aren’t you? You didn’t spill a drop of cum out of you mouth, I’m impressed. Did you enjoy that my little slave?”

I looked up at him, I wanted to untie my hands had go and hurt him so much for doing this to me but instead I was powerless, there was no chance I me getting away so I thought to myself the only thing I can do is just do as I’m told.

“Yes, I did enjoy sucking your cock.” I lied.

“Wrong slut, wrong! You didn’t address me as Master so for that you will be punished”

He then reached up towards the ceiling in the middle of the room were there were some shackles hanging down, he then grabbed my hands and put them in the shackles. I could barely reach them so my whole body felt as if it was being stretched; I was standing on the tips of my toes. He then got something else out of the cupboard but I could not make out what it was. He told me to hold still and then put something on my nipples which hurt so much. They were nipple clamps. The pain was excruciating.

Then he got the cane back out.

“For your disrespect of not calling me master you receive your first ever punishment, I am going to hit you with the cane 10 times on different parts of your body.”

I started to panic, I didn’t want to get hit with the cane but I daren’t argue.

“One!” he growled.

He hit me on my right arm

“Two!”

This time he hit me on my left arm

“Three”

He hit me on my left leg

“Four!”

The pain now starting to become unbearable he his me on my right leg

“Five”

He hit me on my stomach

“Now for the fun part, Six”

He hit me on my left breast, I had never felt so much pain, with the clamps on my nipples and the cane going full force on them it hurt so much.

“Seven”

I got hit on my right breast

“Eight!”

Hitting me on my back

“Your last 2 slut, Nine”

He hit me across my arse it stung so much

“Last one, 10”

This was the most painful of all, it hurt so much it was on my arse again but my master had hit me a lot harder than he had any of the other 9 times.

He then got out a dildo, spread my legs and shoved it deep in my vagina.

“Does it feel good in you pussy my little fuck toy?”

“No master.” I replied

“Well you best get use to things being in your tight cunt because it’s going to be happening a lot. In fact you best get use to all your holes being filled because my cock needs to be seen to a lot and it loves every hole on a women.”

He was pounding a dildo in to my pussy whilst calling me a whore, a slag, and how I was going to become his new fuck toy and cum slut.  He then took the dildo out of my pussy and said:

“Now I’m going to put this in your mouth and I want it to stay there until you have licked it clean, whilst you do I am going to take pictures”

I was just hung there from the shackles, with a dildo in my mouth and my master taking pictures, I felt so humiliated but I also felt a different feeling, a feeling that was more pleasurable. No surely not but it was true, I found my self getting turned on I could feel myself getting wet.

“Was that fun slut?” he asked

“No, it hurt so much and I felt so humiliated. I promise to behave myself in the future master”

“Well from the look of your pussy you seemed to enjoy your self.”

He took me down from the shackles and placed me on the bed, my body felt tired, worn out and sore. I just wanted to crawl away and go to sleep but my master had something else he wanted to try out first.

Because he knew I was too weak to fight back he didn’t bother tying me back up, instead he started to touch my pussy, starting with my clit, he could feel how swollen it was and it felt good as he rubbed and flicked my clit, I started to moan slightly.

“So you’re enjoying this then? Looks like you’re going to be easier to train than I thought.”

I didn’t reply I was too caught up in this wonderful feeling, he then got on top of me and slide his cock inside of me, he started of slow but then with no signal he went in my quick and deep.

“Is this what a dirty whore likes? Your pussy being pounded by your master hard, fast and deep. I’m going to make you cum tonight slut, whether you like it or not.” He said to me.

I felt so lifeless but I was also trying to resist enjoying my self. I didn’t want to give into this feeling. But In the end I could help myself, as he pinched and squeezed away at my nipples, fucked my tight cunt I could feel an orgasm building up. He must have known this because just has I had cum he cummed too sending volts of both pleasure and pain into me.

“You enjoyed yourself tonight, didn’t you?”

I couldn’t lie so I told the truth:

“Yes I did master, at first I was horrified by what you were doing, and the pain was unbearable but I started to enjoy myself more and more master.”

“Good, I’m glad, we are going to have so much fun in the future slave, I mean I still haven’t played with your arse yet or got you to fuck other people in fact there are lots of things you haven’t done for me yet slut, but that will all be for another day, I think you have had all you can handle to night.”

He then left the room, I was curled up on the bed in so much pain but I had never felt so much satisfaction. I didn’t understand what was going on but I knew that there was going to plenty more nights like this one. Yes my freedom was gone, yes I was owned by a Master but I began to think that I could handle getting adjusted to this life.  

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When I came that next Saturday evening to take her out she was dressed as I requested and carrying an overnight bag containing the changes of clothes I’d suggested she bring.  She wore a thin, silky ivory blouse with no bra, which showed her smooth breasts and nipples in a subtle and yet very sexual manner, with short skirt, ivory thong and heels. She was wrapped in her fur coat to keep from freezing in the winter cold as we headed out to a quiet and romantic dinner.

During dinner I asked if she was sure she wanted to go through with this, but she assured me she was not only ready but getting wet just anticipating.  After dinner we drove out of town to a gentleman’s club, owned by a friend of mine, called “Hang-ups”.  I hoped that tonight we’d removed a few more of April’s hang ups so the place seemed aptly named.  April had never been inside a men’s club and was both curious and a little scared. 

“If I go in there as the only woman in the place I’ll be raped by a bunch of beer-bellied rednecks.”

“First of all you aren’t the only woman in here.  Remember you agreed to do whatever I told you to, even if that is being gang raped if that’s what I want for you.  Besides the crowd here is much more tame than you think and I doubt you’ll find many good’ol’boys this far north.  Come along like a good slave and do what I tell you.  You are about to do something more exciting than getting raped.

Walking in I took her coat and hung it in the rack by the door, placing her bag on the floor under her coat and then escorted her to a couple of empty bar stools by the stage. Hang ups was a intimately sized club with three or four dancers at any given time. A fully nude club which often features sex acts, the dancer nearest us was already topless exposing a set of D plus breast capped with dark pink nipples that she shamelessly tugged at while slipping a hand into her g-string.  I could see April was already enjoying seeing other women being sexual in front of her.    

               Watching the dancer for a couple of minutes I handed April a dollar and suggested she hold it out as a tip for the dancer.  Now females at a club always get special attention form the dancers and get to do more than any man could.  Rules limit male contact with the dancers although most allow some glancing contact while you are tipping and more in private lap dances. 

            Now April held forth her dollar and the girl came over and smiled at April guiding her hand holding the dollar to her breast and rubbed her hand all over the nipple.  I could literally see April shake with excitement.  Than the dancer lay on the bar level stage no more than two feet in front of April her feet raised and thong-covered sex facing April whose own nipples were clearly hard and pressing the thin fabric of her top.  The performer then reached down and pulled the thong off leaving her as naked as the day she was born.  April gasped looking at the woman’s completely shaved sex, but this dancer wasn’t done yet.  Her fingers moved down to her public mound and gently rubbed her clit masturbating then with both hands opened her sex to April’s fascinated gaze.  The woman had tiny in labia and a cute little clitoris exposed as she pulled back her labia, her sex clearly wet and juicy looking.  She pulled her legs way back exposing her pick anal opening, looking oh so very fuck-able.

            “God I want to eat her! April whispered to me.”  It was the first time she’d shared her ideas about the common female fantasy of making love with another woman and I responded.  Remember slave that if opportunity presents you are to lick up all the lovely female juices you can.  She looked at oddly but I ignored the unspoken question.

            After similar displays from other dancers I could see April was nearly frantic with arousal.  She was perspiring and when I reached between here legs for a sneaky feel I found a bubbling volcano.  She was ready and the time was just about here.  The dancers finished their set and the MC took the stage announcing that night’s contest.  They had five amateurs signed up to compete against each other in a contest with a machine.    Two dancers in g-string bikinis brought out the machine to the cheers of the crowd.  It was one of those very expensive vibrators that I’ll not name but you probably know about—you know the type the woman straddles while it teases her vagina, labia, and clit to heights un-reached previously. 

            “Are the girls here? He questioned.

            “Judy?” A tall large busted woman raised her arm amid the roar of the crowd.

            “Mary?” The name belonged to a short chubby arm from a short chubby woman with a biker tattoo

            “Rita?”  Rita it turned out was an average looking woman with glasses sitting at a table in the back and a friend had to raise her arm for her.

            “Samantha?”  A large boned woman with teased hair dyed a bright red.

            “April?”  She looked at me with wide eyed shock and I nodded.  Numbly she raised her hand amid cheers and calls from the crowd.

“Ladies the dancers lounge is in that back corner,” He said pointing.  We’ll give you a minute to get changed and ready while I explain the rules to everyone here.”

            April got her bag and walked back to the room with the other girls all of them looking hesitant and uneasy.              When they were gone the MC explained.  “This vibrator is like nothing you’ve ever seen.  It sends girls into orbit.  The dancers in the back just about fought to the death over rights to use it.  We’ve placed it between these two poles and the poles are being outfitted now with soft restraints.  Each girl will be brought out individually and will be expected to strip and dance about the room for a few minutes then when we call her over she will come over here and straddle this machine.  As you see there is an average sized dildo along with a frontal extension that stimulates her clit. 

            Once seated her wrists will be placed in the restraints and she will remain there for 15 minutes.  Whichever girl has the most orgasms wins.  If there is a tie we will have a play off.  The winner gets 500 dollars and an added bonus of riding this lovely tool again this time with the giant double dildo!” 

            The crowd was on it feet at this and was quite eager by the time they called for Mary.  For a chubby girl she was quite sexy with her plump tits and hairy twat.  She striped and worked the crowd.  You could tell she was starting to get into it, getting aroused and enjoying the power of turning so many people on.  When she at last climbed onto the machine she was wet and ready although like all the women she hadn’t been aware she’d be restrained and was a little hesitant. Once tied and settled on her knees the machine was turned on and we all watched in the suddenly hushed atmosphere what would happen.  Before long she was moving up and down and making little noises.  In five minutes she was moaning as her climax took her and then began screaming at the intense stimulation after she’d cum.  The men were screaming as well at this point and everyone cheered her as she reached a second orgasm at 13 minutes in.  She was untied after her 15 minutes a lead weakly off to watch the rest of the contest. 

            Samantha was next, her bright hair a contrast to her dark pubic curls.  She achieved three orgasms screaming in ecstasy and agony with each.    Her breasts and public hair were matted with sweat and her love juices when she finished.

            Judy had endurance.  After watching the first two women I didn’t think anyone could last long on the machine before it forced orgasms form their body, but Judy proved me wrong.  She rode the machine for more than ten minutes and then quietly shuddered in her peak of pleasure.  She moaned steadily for the remainder of the time, but had no more orgasms.

            April was next and I could tell that by this time she’d lost all inhibitions.  She strutted out in her neon pink thong bikini and removed the top at once.  The bottoms were off by the time she began her second round about the bar and when the called her she was laying back on the stage beginning to masturbate for everyone. 

            Walking over to the well used machine she delighted to male crowd by leaning down and sucking the phallus with three other girl’s juices covering it.  I wish there were words to portray the look of pleasure she showed when she realized she was going to be tied.  This was her thing and there is nothing that could have been done sexually to her that would gain her more pleasure than restraint.  The machine was turned on and I think the operator turned it up a little higher than the others due to his distraction with her overtly sexual behavior. 

            In any case, she started to make noise from the very first vibrations and soon as wracked by orgasm after orgasm her body writhing in font of the crowd her ear splitting screams coming every few minutes.  I was numb as I watched her full ability to climax and realized I’d just barely tapped it.  When her time was up she acted like a spoilsport and didn’t want to get off.  She’d had at least five orgasms in 15 minutes.

            Rita looked for all the world like an office secretary that have somehow lost her clothes and be paraded out on stage.  She was shy and uneasy during the dance portion of her show.  Like April, her pubic hair was completely shaved.  She had good-sized breasts with large dark brown nipples that contrasted with her bright pink labia and looks or no, she was a sex machine.  Once the machine was on she climaxed regularly and wasn’t so loud as April, but with her larger breasts was very appealing.  I had no idea how often she came, but the final tally was four times.  April was the winner!

            She was drawn back to center stage with the other girls.  The MC explained they were going to change the vibrating head and she would get one more ride.  As they removed the used head April once more delighted the group by licking it clean.  They placed the double head and thankfully for her backside lubricated it.  She placed herself more carefully this time—getting it in the ass as well, and was then restrained. Then the machine was placed on high something none of them had experienced.  April nearly leaped upright and then forced her pussy down on the mechanical pleasuring device crying out, “Oh My God!”

            The MC then told the other girls that giving April’s love for the their juices they should move over and make her lick their pussies.  She may have won but this is your chance to make her pay for beating you!  They each took turns making April lick their sex to climax as the machine forced repeated orgasms from April.  When they we at last satisfied her face was covered in girl goo.  It was the better part of an hour before the machine was off and April released.  She walked unsteadily over to me on the stage and went to get her clothes. 

Walking naked through the bar, the men mobbed around her molesting her tits and even rubbing sensitive pussy before she reached the dancer’s lounge.  When she hadn’t returned in some time I walked over that way and at last spotted her in a dark corner with one of the dancers.  April straddled her lap as the girl sucked her nipples.  One of the dancer’s hands was busy fingering April’s clit while her other hand reached around April’s cute ass a finger placed well up inside her anus.  Needless to say, April achieved bliss at least twice that I saw with this person and gave her a long French kiss good by.

April was totally sexualized and sensitized.  Everything felt great and everything turned her on even through she was exhausted.  She masturbated the whole way home in the car and after draining my pent-up lust into her body we went to bed little realizing another new adventure awaited us just a few hour away.

 

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she asked again as she walked towards me and i still couldnt answer her. by the time she walked over to me i managed to get some words out " hello mistress julia, please forgive me for my rudeness" i said hoping she wouldnt notice the mess behind me. but she did, the look she give me sent chills through out my body. " what is this? you cant do as your told little girl?" she said "mistress im can explain this, i was still cleaning when you came home and im sorry mistress it wouldnt..." she cut me off. she slapped me so hard that all i could was cry which made things worse, she dragged me to the kitchen. at the time she reached around the corner and grabbed the cane. seeing that my chore was not done at all, she pushed me down to my knee. i just sat there waiting for the pain to rain down on me but it didnt. she grab me by the hair and pulled me up from the floor. "is your room at least clean?" she asked, i couldnt answer her.

i knew i was in trouble, she dragged me back to the stairs and pushed me up them. she throw me in her and master's bedroom "you stay here do you understand me?" she said "yes mistress" i said and with that she turned to check on taliya. taliya wasnt as in much trouble as i was, she just had some bags to throw out. mistress walked up to taliyas' door of course taliya greeted her with a smile. mistress had ask taliya why she wasnt done with her room and why i didnt take the bags down for her, taliya told her everything. mistress now knew everything, from me refusing to do my chores down to chatting with taliya while she did her's. mistress returned to me, her eyes an icy blue now. i was so scared that i had moved from where she placed me. she grabbed me up so fast and spun me around. she throw me on the bed.

i didnt move til i felt the cane come down on me, i still had my clothes on so i was okay. "get up ceres" she said i was scared too. i didnt want to make things worse for me so i got up and kept my eyes and head lowered. "do i have to tell you want to do, ceres?" she asked "no mistress" i answer, i wasnt sure where she was going with this. "do i have to watch you everyday, ceres?" "no mistress" "then why must i take time out to deal with you like this, ceres?" i couldnt answer that question and with that she took my clothes off and made me lay flat on my stomach. she started so light that i throught she wasnt going to punish me but i was wrong the pain rainned down on me, she didnt let up til she reach 20. all i could do was cry.

mistress let me lay there for 10 minutes crying. she pulled me up and wrapped me in a sheet and sat me on her legs. she held me til i stopped crying. it was almost time for master to be home. we sat in the chair next to the bed for awhile then she cleaned me up and got me dressed. taliya was already in the kitchen cleaning while master sat at the table. "i didnt hear you come in jon?" she said "go help taliya, ceres me and julia need to have a word" "yes master". i started helping taliya, taliya had already started cooking and master had yelled for me. i walked into the livingroom to find mistress sitting on the sofa and master standing. he looked at me, "tell me ceres, did you disobey us today?" he asked, "yes master, i did".

he spun me around with that answer and pinned me to the wall. he raised my skirt over my bare ass, "please master i wont disobey again please no more" i said crying and he let me go. after we ate i cleaned up, i got to bed at 11 that night before i got the chance to lay down master opened the door "your sleeping with us tonight, ceres" "yes master" i wanted to ask why but i didnt. i just followed him and closed their bedroom door behind me. master put me in the bed that he had on his side and taliya was already in her bed next to mistress. i lay down and fell asleep, i was so tired from what happen that master didnt wake me in the morning.

On our honeymoon my husband was gentle with me. Our love making was passionate and exciting. He gave me tremendous pleasure and introduced me to the extreme joy of multiple orgasms produced by his hands, tongue and penis. Once I was able to accommodate his large member inside me without discomfort, he told me that it was time to begin our journey of development of our lovemaking into the complete surrender of a wife to the pleasure of her husband. Exactly 7 days after our marriage the first Saturday had arrived for my maintenance. After a delightful lunch in our hotel we returned to our room where he told me to take of my clothes and take a shower. Dried and glowing with expectation and nervousness I returned to the bedroom where my naked husband gestured to me to take my position over his knees. He kissed me gently on the neck and the next thing I knew was a terrible stinging pain in my left buttock. I screamed and kicked out my feet in reflex action. I heard a harsh "keep still and quiet" before a second stroke hit me equally hard on my right buttock.

I bit my lip and held myself rigid until on the sixth stroke I could contain it no longer and I cried out as my tears dropped from my face. As the next stroke came down I put my hand in the way and stopped it from fully completing its blow.

He stopped and in a calm voice he told me to get off his knee and kneel before him. I did as instructed and my husband said. "For interfering in your maintenance you will receive two punishment strokes with my belt on your bottom. You punishment is lenient as this is your first spanking, but future transgressions will be dealt with more severely."

He told me to place myself in a kneeling position with my bottom in the air and my forehead on the floor in the position that my father had told him I knew. With my tears blurring my vision, I did as I was told while he took his belt from the trousers on the bed. The two lashes on my sore bottom hurt beyond description.

During my childhood my father had spanked me with his hand and even caned me when I had been especially naughty, but I now realised that my womanly duties would be much harder to bear.

I was then made to get back onto my husband's knee and receive the remaining four strokes of his hand. This I did without further sound or movement.

At the end of the maintenance my husband kissed me passionately and held me in a loving embrace. He told me that he loved me dearly and he believed that our marriage would be wonderful. Feelings of love swept over me in wave after wave as the fierce stinging in my bottom turned to heat and glow. I could feel that he was very aroused. He told me to kneel again and as I did so his hugely erect member seemed to fill the whole of my tearful vision. He told me to clasp my hands behind me and open my mouth. Taking a handful of my hair he positioned my head and drew my open mouth onto his penis until it filled my mouth fully.

My husband gently explained to me that on this first occasion I should suck and lick his penis until he removed it. I was to use my mouth to stimulate him as much as I could. I must minister to his member as if I were worshipping it with all the devotion that I could raise. My aim was to be to love the presence of it in my mouth as much as I loved to kiss his mouth. I must desire to meet every possible want of the penis with my mouth as I desired to have it work my vagina to orgasm. He said that in the future he would ejaculate into my mouth and that my throat would receive it in the same way as my vagina, but on this first occasion I could just suck and lick.

My mouth was stretched and my jaw ached as I worked feverishly to carry out these orders. All the time my mind was racing with the thoughts of what was to come. Could this really be possible? How could this huge thing get into my throat, and how could I possibly have it spurt into my mouth? Were these things normal and could I cope with them?

While I worked my mouth as best I could my husband started to move my head back a forth a little from the hold he had on my hair. Soon he was groaning. He pulled my head away, threw me face down onto the bed and entered my vagina from behind. We both climaxed violently and the coolness of his belly against by scorching bottom was pure heaven.

He started on a daily programme of oral training as soon as we returned home from the honeymoon. Each day after dinner in the evening, I removed all my clothes and knelt before him in his chair. I was instructed to undo his clothing and take his soft penis into my mouth. I then kissed, licked and sucked it until it became erect. At this stage my husband took my head and told me to clasp my hands behind my back. He moved my mouth up and down on him, telling me to continue using my tongue and sucking. He explained that he was going to push into my throat and when I felt the head of his penis there I must make a swallowing action to allow it to enter easily. He told me that I would gag at first, but with repeated effort I would be able to receive him fully. He tried two or three times on that first occasion, but my throat reacted violently each time causing me to cough and choke and bringing tears to my eyes.

After about thirty minutes of this training, in which there were long periods of me being allowed to suck gently without my throat being tested, he said that he was ready to ejaculate. Not knowing at all what to expect I froze until my husband said "you may as well get used to the taste right away" and I knew that he was going to do it in my mouth. Even so, it was a great shock a few seconds later to feel his penis pulsating and for my mouth to be flooded with semen as he held my head firmly in place. I coughed and some of it splashed out from around my lips and onto his clothing.

My husband lifted my head away. After telling me to look up with my mouth open so that he could see, he commanded me to swallow. I did so although I found it very difficult that first time. My mouth seemed full of stickiness and it would not go down easily.

I was punished for soiling my husband's clothing, but he was not excessive due to my inexperience. After this lesson my husband provided me with a bendable rubber penis which I was to practice putting into my throat until I could do it without being sick. I practised each day while he was at work and with him in the evenings. Over the coming weeks I slowly managed to take him fully into my throat and to swallow his semen fully whether he chose to do it in my mouth or throat. The objective, as explained to me, was to make my mouth as readily usable for intercourse as my vagina and I am proud to say that we have achieved that objective. My husband now ejaculates into my mouth or throat at least once every day and he sometimes chooses for our intercourse to be entirely into my mouth, when he thrusts with just as much vigour as he might at the other end. However, this did not come easily or quickly and my failings during training resulted in a considerable number of punishments. During this period my chastisement was extended beyond my bottom. On three occasions my sensitive inner thighs were beaten with the flogger or belt and once the flogger was used on my breasts.

My breast flogging was not really as painful as some of my other punishments, but I was frightened before it happened and rather worried whether it might cause any injury to me. I should not have had that worry because my husband assured me before our marriage that I would never be caused permanent injury and I know that he is knowledgeable and would never break his word. I must have more trust. The day following the breast flogging I had very clear stripes across them which were slightly raised. I wore a low topped tee shirt throughout the day as I did my work around the house. Seeing the stripes each time I passed a mirror gave me a little thrill. That day I really felt that I was owned by my husband and it made me feel safe and warm. When my husband came home from work I met him at the door as usual and kissed him. He then kissed the exposed part of each of my breasts before saying "if you wish to display yourself, do so properly. Remove your clothing now and remain naked until your marks are gone." I had to stay nude for three days. It is fortunate that my work is to keep the house and I had nearly enough shopping to get away without having to go out. Our house is quite well shielded from the outside world but even so I jumped each time the post came and kept well away from the windows. I ran out of some fresh vegetables which earned me a punishment. I had hoped that it might go unnoticed, but my husband is very particular and regular about his food requirements and that was hopeless really.

Six months into our marriage I had come to really treasure the feel of my husband's penis in my mouth. I would lie in his lap for hours sometimes gently sucking and licking him. Occasionally he would ejaculate as a result of my efforts and I would swallow his semen. It was no longer difficult because I salivate in anticipation as soon as I feel his erection enlarging that little bit more and his penis beginning to pulse. The depth of my communion with my husband is very profound as I swallow his ejaculate. Not only does he feed me by earning our living, he does it directly from his own body. He is my provider in every way and I adore it. When he first told me to worship his penis I did not know what he meant or how to do it. Now I understand his wisdom. I worship it every day and it comforts me and provides for me. I spend every moment trying to make my oral massage more pleasurable and more satisfying for my husband. I yearn to give him the pleasure of orgasm as often and as gratifyingly as any woman ever could. He must never desire another mouth more than mine.

This last emotion was reinforced for me one evening when we entertained a couple at our house. The man was a friend of my husband from his club. They have known each other since university. He is married to a woman who was also at university with both of them. She is very beautiful with grace and poise although being the same age as my husband she is, of course, older than me. My husband has not been married before, but I know that he has had women friends before me and will have had sexual experience. We have never discussed such things, and before this woman was in my house I had never given it much thought other than to be pleased that my husband was so skilled and authoritative in our love making.

As we had dinner and relaxed over drinks I became aware of the intimacy between my husband and these three people. It was very likely that she would have been his sexual partner at some time. Was it straightforward intercourse, or has his penis been in her mouth? Had he done things with her that he had not done with me? Did she please him as much as I did; or better! By the time we went to bed I was feeling insecure and I have to admit that I was disliking her. I threw myself into our lovemaking, begging my husband to take me however he pleased. With inhibitions lowered by alcohol he responded powerfully and I am embarrassed as I think that the slaps and squeals must have been heard in our guest bedroom.

I think that my husband sensed my ill ease because a few hours after our guests had left the next day he said that it was time for him to introduce me to a new form of intercourse for our lovemaking. Alternatively, her presence had caused him to remember something that he had done with her. If that was the case I would have to make sure that I did it well and that I gave him more pleasure from it than she could have done. What else could there be though? I would not have to wait too long to find out. I was instructed to bathe immediately after dinner and go to the bedroom.

My husband came into the bedroom and undressed. He told me to kneel and I sucked him to erection as he told me what was to happen. He said that he was going to penetrate my bottom. My mind was filled with turmoil as much as my mouth was filled with him. Of course I knew that homosexual men did something of the kind, but it had never occurred to me that women did it. He was very large. How could it possibly go in? Surely it would hurt a great deal. I was in no position to ask and any way I would not dare to question.

My husband drew my head away from him and told me to turn to the bed and kneel over the edge of it with my legs apart and my face on the bed. He began to rub something cold on my bottom hole and then slipped in a finger. It went in easily and as he moved it backwards and forwards it created a funny sensitive feeling. He put in a second finger and continued the rhythmic movement until he suddenly withdrew them and I felt the head of his penis pressed to me. He told me to relax and clasped my shoulders as he pushed against the sphincter muscle of my bottom. With a rush I opened and a few inches of him entered. I thought I would split and it was very painful. I cried out and he smacked my bottom. He started to move himself in and out of me and spanked me with both hands as he did so. After a little while the discomfort of the penetration decreased and my warmed up bottom lost some of its tension. He stopped spanking and rubbed my clitoris. Then he put his fingers inside my vagina to feel the movement of his penis. As he massaged my clitoris and vagina I relaxed more and more until I felt orgasm coming. Gradually I was overwhelmed and spasmed ecstatically. I felt him come deeper into me as I convulsed with a huge and wonderful orgasm. As my muscles clamped onto his fingers and penis deep inside me, he came to his orgasm too. I don't know whether I took him to his full length on that first occasion, but I felt incredibly stretched and I had diarrhoea a few hours later.

He took me in the bottom about once a week after that and I came to be able to receive him easily after a period of time. Once I had become accustomed to this form or intercourse he didn't need to use the lubricant any more. either I would moisten him well with saliva or he would use my vagina before entering my bottom so he became slippery with my juices. He explained to me that he would never go into my vagina after my bottom because that could cause infection. As with our other lovemaking, what was difficult and uncomfortable at first is now easy and pleasurable. If my husband takes me anally while we are face to face and kissing, the movement of his body against my clitoris can bring me to orgasm without my vagina having ever been entered.

Not long after my introduction to anal intercourse was the happiest time of my life when I became pregnant. By this time I was completely accustomed to my maintenance spankings which served to remind me of my role and my promises, but were not the painful experience they had been in the early days of our marriage. My husband explained that the routine would continue throughout the pregnancy, but as I became large he stopped taking me over his knee and allowed me to be spanked bending over and resting my hands on the bed. This worked very well. I took great care to avoid punishments as far as possible although a few were inevitable. Some were done quite safely on my bottom and I did have the belt and cane on my inner thighs. This was horribly painful, but presented no risk at all to me or the baby. We have a private doctor and the midwife was also arranged through this family practice used by my parents as well as us. This meant that I did not have to see a lot of different people during my pregnancy and we could rely on their discretion. Nevertheless, I did have marks sometimes when I was examined and although there was no mention of it I certainly felt self conscious.

In the late stages of my pregnancy, my husband stopped taking me vaginally, but I continued to take him in the mouth each day and he would have my bottom whenever he chose.

Close to the correct time I started to get contractions and I telephoned my husband, my mother and the doctor. It was arranged for my mother to take me into hospital where I was given a private room. My husband arrived in the late afternoon as soon as he was able to get away from his work. I was comfortable and we told him that I was not expected to deliver for some time, but I would be staying in hospital now until it happened. He asked my mother to leave us a lone for a few minutes and after ensuring that I was comfortable he had me take him in my mouth. I sucked him until he was hard and then he thrust into my throat. He ejaculated within a few minutes, much more quickly than he usually is, and I had a contraction just as he shot his semen into my throat. After calling in my mother, he then left us alone with instructions for the hospital to call him before the birth.

My beautiful son David was born in the early hours of the next morning in the presence of my husband. It was a straight forward birth without complication and I was able to leave hospital in time for my next maintenance session. We never missed a day of my husband using my mouth. That gave me great comfort. I would have been concerned for him if I had not been available for his needs.

After I had settled into motherhood and I was still nursing David, my husband drank from my breast one evening and after he had done that he said to me:

"Your maintenance is no longer adequate to keep our marriage in the condition that it requires. Our son is the most precious thing in our lives, but you are not putting as much care and attention into our home and meeting my requirements as you did before he was born. You must learn to keep up your wifely duties whatever new responsibilities and loves enter your life. There will not be any increase in your spanking because that was agreed before we married and anything more severe is reserved for punishment. However, your surrender, and commitment to serve me in every way required, will be reinforced by you serving as my urinal. Just as I have drunk from you, you will drink from me. In your case it will be once each week on completion of your maintenance spanking."

"No, I can't", I screamed without a moment's thought. This was my first act of disobedience in our marriage and I knew instantly that I would have to be punished as I had never been before. But my fears were real and I had to explain that milk was a natural food, but urine is a waste product and surely I would become ill if I drank it.

My husband explained patiently that I should recall that he had undertaken never to cause me permanent injury and he would not make me sick either. Urine is certainly waste, but coming from a healthy person it would do absolutely no harm. He said nothing more and told me to go and remove my clothing. I was belted and caned on the bottom and thighs and given a breast flogging. Breast punishment is delivered with me kneeling, facing a full length bedroom mirror. My hands are clasped behind me and my shoulders thrust back. In this way I can watch every stroke of the flogger coming and see the marks rise up on my breasts. On this occasion, as the tears rolled down my face, milk oozed from my nipples. When I fed David, his usually warm face felt cool against my burning breasts, but that was later. After the punishment I was instructed to stay where I was. I knelt there for about half an hour seeing my breasts change in colour and shape as the bruising settled. The initial thin, red lines spreading and going purple. Drops of milk fell to the carpet and made me worry about staining.

At the end of this time my husband came and handed me a bunch of papers. He told me that I was to read those later and he took me to the computer where he showed me a video. It was an attractive American lady of about 40 who knelt before her husband, opened his trousers and took out his penis. She said "piss in my mouth please" and he did. Five times he filled her open mouth with urine and she swallowed it. She never spilled a drop. When he was finished she sucked him clean and rearranged his clothing before saying thank you. My husband told me that what I had seen had been done with an open mouth for the sake of it being obvious what was happening on video. In our case, I would be required to close my lips round his penis in the same way as I did when I sucked him. I would then be able to swallow continuously rather than him having to stop after each mouthful to allow me to swallow.

I was sent away to read the documents which were accounts of people who drank their own urine for health reasons and others who drank urine from their partner as part of their relationship. There were also some medical tracts from specialist websites confirming that there were not any health risks in swallowing urine. There was even an account of an Arab Prince who only ever urinated into the mouth of a female servant. A girl was kept close by him wherever he went so that he would never be inconvenienced (dear me what an appropriate word!).

After my punishment and receiving all this information I was deeply ashamed that I had disobeyed my husband. I still felt some repugnance at the thought of having urine in my mouth and stomach, but I had been terribly wrong to imagine that he would do this to me if it would do any harm. I went to the toilet and peed into my mouthwash glass. As I put it to my mouth I got the faint odour of fresh urine. I poured a little into my mouth and was oddly surprised my its tepid warmth. As I swallowed it there was very little taste other than slight saltiness. I finished the glass and washed it before going immediately to my husband in his study. I apologised for my disobedience and thanked him, not only for my punishment, but for indulging me by giving me so much information to set my mind at rest. Although it was not maintenance day I asked him if I could be his toilet right away. Having been such a poor wife I did not want him to have to wait before putting me into my proper place. He agreed and told me to go and kneel beside the toilet and wait for him. As this was my first time I may spill some or be unable to take it all and we did not want any mess on the floor did we.

I had to wait a long time before he was ready. Soon after his soft penis was in my mouth, the urine started to flow. There was no smell of course, as there had been when I drank my own from a glass, but the salty, warm taste was much the same. To begin with, the flow was not very fast and I swallowed as it came, but it turned into what seemed like a torrent and I could not handle it. I coughed so his penis shot out of my mouth and I splattered urine all over his clothes. I was horrified as he turned and carried on into the toilet bowl. "Please don't waste it" I cried. "Just stop for a moment. I will try harder. I will be a good toilet for you. Please let me take all you have. I want to be your urinal all the time not just at maintenance. I want you to have the same choices as any Arab Prince."

He ignored my desperate wailings, knowing that these were the stupid rantings of a wife who had failed to live up to her promise. He went to change his clothes and when I collected the wet ones for laundry I asked him if I could have my punishment for spoiling them. He wisely pointed out that I was already very sore from my punishment for disobedience and I had to stay in a fit state to look after our son and do my work.

It was a Tuesday and my husband said that from Wednesday to Friday evening I would receive urinal training and I would have a belting for messing up his clothes and ranting stupidly. The number of strokes of the belt and where they were placed would depend on my progress with the urinal training. by Saturday I was expected to be able to perform my urinal duties to his full satisfaction at my maintenance.

It was a very short training period, but I worked hard at it and by the time of my maintenance I received the full contents of his bladder without mishap. Apart from being his urinal in the training evenings, I fitted a piece of hose to the bathroom basin and practised swallowing from it with the tap on at gradually increasing flows. Now that I have been doing this duty for a long time I can take whatever my husband has to give me however much he may have had to drink or how long it has been since he relieved himself. As with my other marital duties, I am very proud of my urinal service and how effectively I complete it. This has brought me incredibly close to my husband and deepened my understanding of service more than I could ever have imagined before I got married. In a very real sense he is not only with me in spirit all the time, but he is actually physically inside me for every moment of my life. His sperm is in my stomach every day and his urine hydrates me every week. His love is with me and inside me for all of my life.

My urinal duty is confined to maintenance except on one occasion not so long ago. We were at Dover when we had a couple of hours to wait before a ferry to France. My husband said that we would go for a walk on the famous white cliffs. They are very beautiful and we walked along them looking out over the chalk cliff face to the English Channel when I felt the need to relieve myself. I told my husband that we would have to find a café or something where I could use the toilet. He simply told me to take off my knickers and give them to him. When I had done that he told me to tuck my skirt into my belt. This was awful because we were completely in the open. There was not anybody nearby, but there were people on the cliffs. Lots of them were bird watchers with binoculars and telescopes. Of course I did as I was told, but my face was blushing fiercely. When I had done it he told me to squat down and he put his penis in my mouth. He urinated into me as I did the same onto the grass and he gazed around as if he were simply admiring our dramatic surroundings. I will never know if we were observed, but I had a terrible thrill from the possibility and I am sure that my husband must have enjoyed the thought as well. He let me put my skirt back in place when we were finished but he didn't give my knickers back. We spent the whole of the trip to France walking or sitting on the top deck of the ferry during a very windy crossing.

We do not use artificial contraception and we do not intend to have another child for at least a further year, but our natural contraception is perfect so we can plan our family to meet our wishes. It is quite simply that my husband never ejaculates into my vagina unless we are planning that I should become pregnant. I swallow his semen most often, but he goes to completion when he is taking me anally.

Recently this caused a problem when I went to sleep after our lovemaking and his semen leaked out from my bottom, staining the bed sheets. I was properly punished for my laziness in not preventing this. Since then my husband has said that it is no longer acceptable for him to leave his semen in my bottom. Apart from the leakage which occurred, he now thinks that I should digest all of his ejaculate rather than any of it being wasted in my bowel or on a tissue (or even the sheets!). As with my toilet duties, he took me to his computer and showed me a video to illustrate what would be required.

The video, rather crudely entitled "ass2mouth", showed a very young woman who was probably barely out of her teens, being penetrated in the mouth and bottom simultaneously by two older men. Every few minutes the men exchanged positions until it ended with both men ejaculating into her mouth. My husband explained that bacteria contained in the bowel and rectum could cause infection if transferred to the vagina, but the digestive system was equipped to deal with this and no harm would occur from moving the penis directly from the anus to the mouth. He told me that the film makers liked to use a young woman, not only because she was pretty, but because it accentuates the presentation of submission that the men are about thirty years older than her and that there are two men using her at the same time. Most dramatically of all, for the woman to be required to accept the penises directly from her bottom to her mouth gives additional pleasure to the men (and, of course, the viewers of the video) to have a woman accept something that would be instinctively distasteful. Although the video was just a commercial product for which the woman was being paid, the nature of the power relationship and pleasure aspects could apply to us. He considered that it was time for me to accept this further duty to reinforce my surrender, to fulfil my pre-marriage promise to agree to my husband deciding how and when to have sex, and to increase his pleasure in our lovemaking.

All of this sounded rational and reasonable enough. After all, if a young woman can do this for money with two unattractive strangers, I could obviously do it for my loving husband. And anyway, every new element that he had introduced in the past had become a positive and valuable part of our relationship that I could honestly say I enjoyed however doubtful I had been at the beginning. I am not a naturally rebellious person and I know the worth of our strong marriage in which I am safe, protected and loved.

It was a couple of days from the announcement of the new arrangements that my husband started making love to me vaginally and then moved into my bottom. We were still face to face and he was kissing me with more passion than happens every time. As my excitement rose, I remembered the video and realised that he was not going to complete his orgasm in my bottom. The reality of what was to happen flooded my mind. I lost all enjoyment instantly and my husband must have noticed that I was not responding as I should. Suddenly he withdrew from me with a 'plop' and commanded "mouth" as he turned onto his back. I moved my head down towards him and he took my hair as he likes to. But then, as the head of his penis approached my lips I smelt, or imagined, a different odour than normal. I panicked, wriggled back and said "NO! I can't". He let go of my hair and I ran to the bathroom in tears. I was very frightened. I had left my husband needing relief and I had directly refused him. He had no warning that he would be rejected. What would this do to our marriage? How would I be punished? How would he relieve his tensions? What would happen next?

The new rule had been set and I was bound by my promise to comply. My husband would not go back, but I did not know how I could obey against the reaction of my body. I crept out of the bathroom and returned to our bedroom. My husband was taking a shower in the en suite and I knelt outside it to await him.

When my husband came out he sent me to bed in the spare bedroom with orders to present myself naked at 6 am. the following morning. I didn't sleep of course. As I knelt before him he said that I was going to receive ten strokes of the cane on my bottom right away. After that I was to write this account of our marriage which he would publish on the Internet. When the writing is complete I will receive a breast belting of at least ten strokes and a vaginal whipping with the flogger of a minimum of ten strokes. The breast and vagina punishment will increase by two strokes per day until the writing is complete.

My writing duty is now done and it has taken me three days in between my normal work. I still have the pattern of a farm gate on each of my buttocks and I will receive eight strokes of the belt on each of my breasts tonight. Before that I have to go to the salon and have all of my pubic hair waxed off in preparation for my vagina whipping. That will be carried out one hour after the breast punishment.

There is no doubt at all that my husband will be aroused after he has punished me. I think I can expect to have intercourse in my hot and swollen vagina, but what else I wonder? My husband has told me that readers will judge, and he will take account of any feedback he receives when he considers whether he is taking the right way in overcoming my disobedience and moulding the future development of my surrender.

He helps me to my feet and leads me to a side door I had not noticed before. When he opened the door I noticed a toilet, sink and open shower with four spray nozzles, two high and two much lower on the wall. There also was a seat built out of the wall in the corner of the shower. There was a washcloth and a couple towels hung on a rack. "Enjoy girl. I will be out here waiting on you so do not take to long or you will miss your meal."

When I turned on the shower water began spraying against me from all angles. A gasp escaped me as the hot water pounded against the welts and cuts marring my skin. Trying to hurry I began lather my hair quickly when out of nowhere vibrations began not only inside me but also hard against my clit, my legs began to shake and I turned sitting on the seat before I fell to the floor of the shower. My nipples hardened as my breath quickened. "Slut remember you are not allowed to cum or you will feel my displeasure."he yelled through the door. Taking deep breaths I tried to fight the feelings coursing through my body just as the vibrations stopped. Standing back up on unsteady feet I finished washing my hair and began lathering my body with soap as the vibrations began again. I leaned against the wall fighting down the sensations coursing through me as I finished washing and rinsed my body. By the time I turned the water off he had again turned the vibrating balls off and blessedly left them off as I dried off. Realizing there was nothing to put on I wrapped the towel around me before opening the door and stepping back into the room. It took him two steps to cross the room to where I was standing, reaching out he ripped the towel from my body and grabbed one of my tits in his hand squeezing it hard enough to bruise my skin. "Bitch you are never to cover yourself from me unless I tell you that you can. Do I make myself clear?" He gave one last squeeze "Yes Sir, I am sorry Sir." Nodding he turned and walked over to where a plate with a sandwich on it and a glass of juice sat on the floor. "Girl you can sit there and eat while I get a few things done in here." Hunger filled me as I realized it had been quite a while since I last ate. Hungrily I ate the food and gulped down the juice before thinking to look and see what he was doing.

Returning to where I sat on the floor he reached out for the plate and glass, taking them from me he sat them on the table before turning back to me. "Bitch get up on your knees now." I scrambled to do as he said as I want to not give him reason to punish me again. With one hand he reached down and grabbed my hair in his fist tilting my head upwards as he opened his pants with the other one. "Okay slut open your mouth and I will only tell you this one time, if I feel you even thinking about biting me I will knock every tooth out of your mouth. Do you understand me girl?" Nodding as I could not speak because he had rocked his hips forward ramming his cock deep into my mouth. He pulled my hair harder making my neck crane back as he pulled out some before trying to push deep into my throat gagging me to the point I thought I would be sick or pass out from not being able to breath. Moaning deep in his throat he continued before suddenly pulling out demanding that I run my tongue up and down the length of his cock. "Bitch take both my balls into your mouth and suck on them now!" I tried doing as he said but was to slow and all of a sudden I felt a stinging slap on the side of my face. Whimpering I did as he said, my jaw aching as it felt like it was going to break from having to open my mouth so wide. All the time making sure my teeth did not scrape against him. He jerked me back before ramming his cock back into my mouth, his hips rocking faster. "Slut you had better catch every drop of my cum or you will get a lash for every drop you miss." Suddenly I felt him grow even bigger in my mouth just before his hot cum gushed filling my mouth. I tried to swallow quickly but could feel some of it sliding down my chin before falling against my breast. After emptying himself in my mouth he stepped back shaking his head. "Well girl looks like you did not listen very well yet again."With his hand still fisted in my hair he jerked me up and drug me over to a cross bolted against the wall. He grabbed first one hand and then the other cuffing them above my head then did the same to my feet. Stepping back he picked up a bull whip and with each crack a stinging welt rose up along my back. "Bitch I told you what would happen and yet again you did not listen to me. I am tired of repeating myself to you damn it." "I am sorry Sir, it won’t happen again." As quickly as they began the sting of the whip ceased.

He abruptly released me and grabbing my hair in his hand turned pulling me across the room to a table. He reached down and picking me up laid me down on my back before once again cuffing my arms above my head to a bar at the top of the bed. "Open your legs slut." I immediately did as he said. He opened the clothes pin causing me to hold back a strangled scream as blood rushed back hurting momentarily more than the pen did itself. He removed the vibrating ball and then snaking a finger inside me he also removed the other one. My relief of having them removed was short lived when I saw him picking up what looked like a small metal whip and some type electrical device. "Bitch bend your knees up let those knees open wide. Now girl!" I was scared of what he was going to do but in truth my being even more scared of what he would do if I did not mind made me quickly obey him. I noticed a strange almost purple color glow from the object in his hand before the first jolt charged through my body.

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