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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When he came in he kissed me gently on the head and told me to stand up. He ran his hand over my pubic mound and kissed me passionately on the lips. I could tell that he was pleased with the smoothness he felt. He ate dinner in a leisurely way while I served his wine. I had eaten earlier in the day, as instructed, so that I would not have to be punished shortly after a full meal.

When the meal was finished and I had cleared away, I was instructed to go and kneel before the bedroom mirror. I took my position and clasped my hands behind my back. My husband came in and removed the belt from his trousers. It is brown leather, one and a half inches wide and very supple. He has worn the same belt since before I met him and he is never without it. As he folded the belt to take the buckle and opposite end into his firm hand I trembled and tears welled in my eyes before I had received a single stroke. In his strong, firm voice my husband asked me how many strokes I was to receive.

"Sixteen Sir" I replied. He confirmed that I was correct and told me that I must call out the strokes as I received them. My husband raised his arm and I watched the belt in the mirror as it arced down before I heard the crack and felt the awful pain in my right breast. I cried out "one" as I saw the bright red mark rise immediately along the top of my breast. Instead of the second stroke coming immediately, my husband walked round in front of me and positioned himself to strike the other breast. With perfect precision, the second stroke matched the first and I gasped as I called out "two". The punishment continued alternately to my breasts until the ninth stroke when I screamed and clasped my hands to my breasts when the belt hit the same spot for the second or third time. Realising what I had done, I put my hands back behind me as soon as I could, but I forgot to number the stroke. My husband went to the wardrobe where he took a scarf and tied my wrists behind my back. He told me that the last stroke would not be counted because I had not called it, and I would receive an additional two strokes on my vagina for breaking discipline by putting my hands to my breasts. My belting continued. Although I screamed in pain several times, I succeeded in calling the numbers and for the last four strokes, my husband had me lay on my back on the bed so that he could hit the unmarked lower part of my breasts. When this stage of my punishment was finished, my husband kissed each of my bruised and swollen breasts before telling me that I was to kneel in front of the mirror for one hour before punishment continued. He untied my wrists.

As I knelt I watched my breasts change from brilliant red with purple patches, where the blows had overlapped, to a darker colour. They were swollen and different from their usual shape. The stinging pain gradually subsided and the heat seemed to seep from my breasts throughout my body. I had not been forbidden to touch myself so I massaged them gently. The feel of the heat into my hands was so strange, but good as well. As I looked and felt my punished body I feared for what was to come. My husband is a good and kind man and he promised when we married that he would never do me any permanent damage although I would be corrected if I failed to maintain the standards necessary from his wife. I had broken my promise that I would make love to him at any time and in any way that he chose and I was being punished for it. In my heart I knew that he would not break his promise, but I was still frightened of how I could take the vagina punishment that I was due. It would surely be terribly painful and I had already failed to keep position when my breasts were being beaten. I dared not fail him again. Despite the pain in my breasts and the fear for my vagina, I was also excited and when I touched myself between my legs I was very wet. I realised that my time must be coming to an end and I heard my husband in the shower. When he came into the bedroom he was naked and carrying a wooden bar that I had never seen before.

We have a blanket box in the bedroom which has a padded top. It is just about the length of my body and the top of it is about 18 inches high. We have made love on it a few times and I have been spanked across it. My husband placed it in front of the mirror with the scarf underneath it. He instructed me to lie on the box on my back with my crotch level with the end. In this position my head was on the box and I knew that I should look at the mirror. My husband took the bar, which was about two feet long and put it between my knees. There was a leather cuff at each end of the bar and my husband secured them around my legs just above the knee. He then tied my wrists to either end of the scarf so that my hands rested on the floor at either side of the box. I felt very much better when he had done this because I would not now be able to close my legs or try to stop any blows with my hands. With the preparation complete, my husband went to his desk and collected the flogger.

The flogger has a smoothly polished hardwood handle and six square leather tails which are about two feet long. Each of the tails had a single knot tied in it close to the end. My husband made the flogger himself. The leather was sold by a specialist leather shop as bootlaces and the handle belonged to a garden trowel. Although the leather tails are quite thin they fall heavily and the sting that I have felt on my bottom, thighs and breasts was enough to tell me that my vagina would hurt. He positioned himself above me and said "how many strokes are you due?" For an hour I had worried and reflected on my original sixteen and the extra two so I replied "eighteen Sir" without any hesitation or doubt. Once again I was instructed to call out the stroke numbers as they were administered.

I watched in the mirror as his arm rose and the flogger dropped down over his back before whistling through the air and cracking into the lips of my sex. "One" I called immediately and the arm was back up as a gasped. The second stroke made its stinging strike before I started breathing again and I breathed in sharply before I could call out "two". The following three strokes came in quick succession and I let out an involuntary cry before I could call number five. At this point my husband lifted one leg over the box and stood to one side rather than directly over me. The next five strokes still struck me firmly on my vulva, but they were at an angle. My husband then stepped across to the other side of the box and continued. by the time of the fifteenth stroke I was screaming each time the flogger hit me, but I still managed to call out the number. for the last three strokes, my husband straddled the box again. Tears streamed from my eyes so that I could hardly see myself in the mirror, but through the blur the flogger flashed in time with the whistle and crack. Of course I could not see my labia, but it was the only part of my body that I could feel. Fiery pain filled my groin while waves of ecstasy flooded my body as I called the last stroke. My husband released me and as he lifted me onto the bed I felt his erection press into the side of my body. Without a second of hesitation, he spread my legs and thrust his full length into my burning vagina. His body pressed down onto me and I was aware again of my bruised breasts chafed by his wiry chest hair. He kissed me deeply and passionately as he pounded my punished vagina. Within seconds I orgasmed so intensely that I felt that I was close to losing consciousness. Orgasm after orgasm flooded me and then my husband lifted my knees and pressed his penis into my bottom. There was little resistance as his soaked penis entered me and I remembered wondering whether my tighter hole was nicer for him than my vagina, or if the punishment had made my swollen vulva a more satisfying place than it might usually be. After a few hard thrusts of his full length into my anus he commanded "mouth"and withdrew with a loud plopping sound. I turned instantly to take him in my mouth and he grabbed my hair as he pushed himself right into my throat. There were just one or two thrusts before I felt his penis throb and he ejaculated. As his semen started to spurt into my throat he pulled back a little so that he filled my mouth. I kept my lips tight round him and made sure that I swallowed every drop before licking him thoroughly clean.

When I had finished my husband kissed me on the mouth. I thanked him for my punishment and for the wonderful lovemaking. I promised him that I would never again refuse him sex whenever, wherever and however he wanted it. He said "I know". We pulled the bed covers over us and went to sleep in each others arms. I was wakened again twice during the night for him to take me. Each time he ejaculated into my mouth after penetrating me anally. I had never felt more loved or wanted in my life.

I was very sore the next day and I had some difficulty in walking due to the pain between my legs as I did so. The marks remained for a long time although they changed colour daily. For the next several days my husband had intercourse with me vaginally although he always finished in my mouth and sometimes he had me anally as well. I am sure he enjoyed penetrating my swollen and discoloured vagina more than when it was in its normal state.

The bruises on my breasts were visible for more than two weeks. There was one permanent change from that day. I am now required to keep my pubic area completely free of hair. I receive a waxing every three weeks and I am now having electrolysis to permanently remove the hair growth. I hid my marks from the lady who does my hair removal on the first time that I was waxed, but now I have been several times. I always have the same person to do the work and she has certainly seen the results of my punishments by now. Although we talk all the time as she works, she has never mentioned the marks on my bottom. I was very self conscious about it at first, but I am not any more. I don't suppose she will ever mention it. I never will.

For several days after my punishment I felt the tenderness each time I put on my knickers or bra. I was aware of the swelling and sensitivity every step I took and each time I leant over a table or work surface. When it came to my maintenance I felt the spanking differently from usual on the fading cane marks on my bottom. As I knelt before the mirror for my husband to urinate in my mouth I glanced sideways and saw my purple and yellow streaked breasts. I felt so happy and secure that my husband loved me so well and cared for me so thoroughly. When he had emptied his bladder into me and I had kissed and licked him clean he told me about the feedback that he had received from my punishment writing.

I had been required to invite reader comment on what might be done to me for my disobedience. I didn't know if anybody would be interested in what I had written or whether they would respond, but I did have some apprehension about it. My husband said that he had many suggestions. Mostly he did not consider them appropriate, but he would tell me about them over the coming weeks. However, he had decided to introduce one suggestion. This was called 'rimming'.

When my husband taught me what this meant it was the most incredible experience that I shall never forget. I was told to shower and then bend over the blanket box in front of the mirror. When my husband entered the bedroom, I looked in the mirror to see if I could see anything in his hand, but I could not. As he approached I prepared for something painful to happen, but I could not think what it would be. Then he knelt behind me, grasped my buttocks in his large hands and parted them. As I gazed at the mirror in apprehension he leant forward until his face was right into my bottom and suddenly I felt the warm, wet feel of his tongue on my anus. I gasped with surprise and then drew in a breath as his tongue probed into me. The sensation was indescribable when the tip of his tongue twirled around the entrance to my rear hole. he probed and wriggled it; he licked at the entrance and inside then penetrated his stiff and pointed tongue before bobbing his head in and out in a kind of motion of intercourse. I moaned in ecstasy and disbelief. The sensation was heavenly and wicked at the same time. I knew that this was not my rightful position. My role, my very reason for being, is to pleasure my husband, to serve him and to meet his sexual needs. That is the way that I gain my pleasure and now I was being serviced by him in the most unbelievable and beautiful way. I loved it, but I longed for it to stop. It was not right for my husband to be on his knees behind me and for his proud face to be in my bottom. Orgasm overwhelmed me as my husband massaged my clitoris with one hand and my breast with the other as his tongue tickled my nerve ends until I could think of nothing. Spasm after spasm convulsed me and I felt his tongue being nipped by my convulsing sphincter. He guided me to the bed, laid me down and kissed me passionately on my lips. Our tongues entwined and I sucked gently on his in an instinctive need to clean it although there was no hint of where it had been. My husband told me that this was rimming and in future I would do it to him during my maintenance session each week. After my spanking and when I had done my urinal duty I would rim him until he indicated to me to stop. It must be done in this order because he had no doubt that the rimming would bring him to erection and he intended to follow it immediately by using me as he wished.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     I passed out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “Please-” I said again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     I was desperate for a taste of his cum.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     I came again, humping the padding of the chair.

 

 

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

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

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

"Y-Y-Yes misstress"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"HOW'D IT FEEL TO CUM BITCH"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you and watch out men

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eleanor Revisited chapter 2.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anything?" I said with a sly tone.

"Yes, anything."

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

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

"Where are we going?" she inquired.

"You'll see when we get there."

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

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

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

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

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

"But..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You can go now," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued...

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Do it bitch!”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Come here slut.  Suck my cock”.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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