this is my first time experince so let me know if u like it

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 have been feeling her ass, and even grabbed her around the waist a few times over the past two weeks.  I have been just waiting for a chance like today.  I asked her to come in on a Saturday morning to finish some year-end reports.  During the off-season, no one works on Saturdays, and I will have her all to myself.  I got to the office about an hour before I told her to get there, just to set some things up.  She showed up right on time, and I met her at the door.  Since it was a Saturday, and the office was closed, I locked the door after I let her in.  I turned toward her, and she was wearing very tight jeans with sequins on the back pockets.  Like she needed any further design on that ass.  I grabbed both cheeks, and told her that was how I would greet her at the door.  She leaned back into me and wiggled her ass a bit.  "Do you like my jeans?" she asked.  "Nice and shiny, like a special candy wrapper" I said.  That brought a smile and glance over the shoulder, while I still was feeling those buns.  We headed upstairs to the office and to those reports.

 

            The reports did not take long.  Since we finished early, she decided to clear out and organize some of the old files.  I had them stacked at the back of my counter.  As she reached way over the counter to get those files, I turned around and started caressing her ass.  She wiggled back into me, and purred.  As she moved the files, she uncovered my prep work from earlier that morning.  "What is this?" she asked.  "That is a just a little bit more work that needs to be done,” I said.  I had run some Velcro bondage straps down behind the counter and tied them to the top brackets underneath.  I grabbed both her wrists, and strapped the Velcro around each.  She was fully stretched out over the countertop, with her feet just on the floor.  She would have had to stand on her toes if it wasn't for the 4" black heals she was wearing.  "I don't know about this", she said a bit concerned.  "If you don't like this, then you can just walk away"  She pulled on the straps, but they would not move.  I had checked them over several times, and made sure she would not be able to get away.  "Well, since you are still here, I assume you don't want to leave".  She started to protest, but I started getting busy by then, and really wasn't listening anymore.

           

I pressed my already straining cock into the crack of her ass, pinning her even harder against the counter.  I could see that this may be a problem so I tucked a folded towel on the edge of the top.  After all, I would not want to bruise this merchandise.  I slid my hands up under her shirt all the way to her shoulders pushing her shirt up as I moved up her back.  I did a little massage, then moved back down to her bright blue bra.  I unhooked the clasp, and I swear I heard her give a little moan.  I caressed down her sides, and reached under her and slid her bra up over her perky little titties.  For the first time I felt her bare breasts, and gently pinched and twisted her nipples.  I was not sure if it was the cold top, or the excitement, but those nipples were hard enough to scratch my desktop.  I did notice there was no longer any protests, nor did she try to pull away from my caresses.  I was still standing behind her, grinding my now very hard cock into her ass.  I slid my hands lightly down her sides toward those shiny candy wrapper jeans.  As I did, she did jump a little ...  ticklish - make a mental note of that one for future references.

 

            After running my hands over her hips, and as far down on the outside of her legs as I could, I slid my hands to the inside of her legs, and began running them up her inner thighs.  Again, no fight, no protest.  I reached the cheeks of her ass, and slid one hand right into the crotch of her jeans.  I rubbed her pussy through her jeans once or twice before I slid my hands up and over her ass, around her hips, and reached under her to her belt buckle.  I undid her buckle, the button on her jeans, and her zipper.  I reached in to her pants, and could feel that she was wearing lace panties of some sort.  Did I hear another moan?  I slowly pulled her jeans back and down.  Even though I had grabbed and caressed that ass many times over the last couple of weeks, I was not nearly prepared for how delicious her bare ass checks looked with only a black string thong with a silver dragonfly clasp as adornment.  Candy wrapper jeans was an understatement.  I had to take off her shoes one at a time to remove her jeans then put each of the heals back on, after just a small kiss on the bottom of the foot.

 

            There she was, her shirt pushed up to her shoulders and only in her thong and heals.  I dropped down to my knees and kissed the back of her knees.  I dragged my tongue up the back of her leg until I reached the curve of her ass, then I did the same to the other leg.  I slid my hand up her inner thigh until I reached her pussy.  She was already very hot, and very wet.  I began playing and exploring her pussy with my hand while I was kissing and licking her ass.  I grabbed her thong and pulled it down and off.  I took the thong, and rubbed her pussy with it to absorb some of those juices.  I put it under my nose and took a good whiff of her intoxicating scent.  I reached back under her and began to play with her pussy again.  I spread her lips, and could see her juicy pink hole.  Her swollen clit was poking out, but I was careful not to touch that yet, even though I would rub my fingers up to it, just not too close.  I pulled my hand back and spread her ass cheeks apart to get a better look at her little ass hole.  What a beautiful chocolate starfish.  When I spread her cheeks apart, she adjusted her legs further apart to give me better access.  I leaned in and planted a kiss right on her asshole, and licked right around the rim.  She clearly moaned and arched her back to push her ass back further onto my tongue.  My hand reached back down, and this time I went right in for the clit.  My tongue followed down, and I began drinking in some of those juices that all my attention was creating.  No candy has ever tasted this good.  I was rubbing her clit with my fingers, while I was licking her pussy and asshole.  I would alternate sticking my tongue as far as I could in which ever hole I as at.  She as moaning and breathing heavily now, and pulling very hard on the restraints.  Her first orgasm hit, and I could feel the juices running down my arm.  My God this woman was so hot.  I licked up as much of her nectar as I could reach.  I could see juices running down her inner thigh, so I dropped lower and licked it up.

 

            I stood up, and reached down and removed my jeans and my fleece shirt.  It was way to hot in here for those.  I grabbed her foot and pulled it up.  I removed her shoe, licked the bottom of her foot, then moved it down to rub it on my hard cock.  I put her shoe back on and placed the head of my cock at her pussy lips.  I just barely put pressure on her pussy.  She moaned and pushed back, but with the restraints, she could not move back very far.  "What do you want?" I asked.  She moaned again, well almost a growl. 

"Come on, quit teasing me!" she yelled at me. 

"Tell me what you want,” I said. 

"You know what I want, come on"

I pushed just the head of my cock into her pussy, then stopped again.  "Is that what you want?"

"No, I want all of it" and she was pulling hard on the straps, trying to jerk back.

 I slapped her bare ass "Now behave yourself, or I will send you home right now"

She gasped, but stopped jerking on the straps.  "No don't send me home yet"

"OK, now what do you want"

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, slam your cock into me, slap my ass, pinch my tits, I don't care what you do to me, just do me!"

 

            With that, I slammed my full length into her pussy.  It was so wet and slippery, it went in with no problem.  I had my cock buried deep into her tight wet pussy.  She felt better than I could imagine, but I could not enjoy the feeling for very long.  After just a second or two, I pulled almost all the way out, and started fucking her, trying to go slow, but this was about as much self-restraint as I had in me.  I had both hands on her hips, and was pumping in and out of the juiciest pussy I have ever seen.  She was moaning and breathing in time with my thrusting.  I reached down and rubbed her juices up and onto her asshole.  I had such a wonderful view from this angle.  I started rubbing and caressing her ass and the rim of her asshole.  She was pushing her ass back to match my rhythm.  I pushed one finger just to the first knuckle into her asshole.  She was supplying plenty of lubricant, and it slid in very easy.  She moaned ever louder, and pushed back harder.  I pulled my finger out, lubed it again with her juices and pushed it further into her asshole.  By now she was really into it.  She was gasping loud with each thrust, and pushing her ass back faster and as hard as she could.  I was picking up my pace and fucking her hard.  With my finger now buried as far into her asshole as I could reach, I could feel my cock sliding in and out of her pussy through her thin slippery membrane. 

 

            We were both breathing hard and in time, faster and faster.  I was thrusting as hard and as deep into her as I could.  I could feel the pressure building and I knew I was soon going to give this woman even more juices in that already wet pussy.  I could feel the explosion building from my toes to my fingertips.  I pulled my finger out of her asshole, and grabbed both her hips and pulled her onto me as the same time I did one last lunge with my hips.  I grunted and came deep into her pussy with a load that just didn't want to stop.  At the same time, she was almost yelling and her legs were almost vibrating they were shaking so hard.  I could feel her pussy contract and grab right a hold of my cock and milk ever once of cum I had.  I held her hips pulling hard, and kept my cock buried as deep in that pussy as I could, God this felt so good.

 

            We stayed like that for a minute or two, then I started to come back to reality.  I caressed her butt some, then rubbed up her back and massaged a little on her back and shoulders, but she was silent.  It was at that point that I completely realized what I had done.  I had forcefully restrained this woman and took advantage of her in that situation.  Was she angry?  Would she now quit her job and leave me, or worse?  What had I done?  I pulled out of her, and quickly put my pants back on.  I reached up and undid the Velcro on the straps and freed her.  She stood up straight and stretched out her back.  I must say I as very nervous, but as she stretched back I had a great glimpse of her neatly trimmed pussy hair.  this woman is so incredibly sexy.  I thought, well here it comes, she is going to threaten to quit or lawsuit, or whatever.  Instead she was silent.  She kicked off her shoes, reached down and pulled her pants on, put her shoes back on, walked over to her office and put her jacket on.  She headed out of the office and headed downstairs to the front door.  I followed, not a word was muttered.  When she reached the door, she unlocked it, opened it and stood with her butt against the door. 

 

            "Come here" she said.  I walked up to her not really sure what direction this was going to go.  She planted a long, lingering kiss on my lips, and just brushed her tongue against mine.  My knees that were already weak, almost gave out on that kiss. 

"That was very nasty of you, and just so you are not totally unprepared, I will get even with you” she said as she reached between my legs and grabbed a handful of my balls and rubbed up my cock.  With that she said, "Have a nice weekend", turned and walked out the door.  I stood in the door, watched her walk to her car, get in and start to pull away.  As she was driving by the door looking in at me, I saw a big smile come across her face as she saw me standing there with her thong held up to my nose.  I can't wait until the day she gets her revenge.

 

Your left hand gropes my ass as we walked out the door and down the side walk to area number five. The lock was silent as the key turned, we stepped through the gate and in front of us was a redwood hot tub, surrounded by rock tiles with dark green trim.

A lovers bench stood against the right fence, a landscaped waterfall was in the nearest corner, and a settee for two was waiting on the black iron heart shaped table, champagne in ice, in which looked like a potted planter besides it. You turned to me, kissing me on the lips while unzipping my skirt. I stepped out of the skirt; unbuttoning my blouse as you were kissing me passionately, then I laid it on the lovers’ bench neatly.

"I've waited all day for this Princess," you said to me lovingly.

"Yes Master, as have I.” The look on my eyes told you how hungry I was for your cock.

You removed your clothes and hung them over the back of the bench. The heated mists of the hot tub rose as we stood in front of each other before entering the Jacuzzi. Our naked bodies slipped into the water, and the faint scent of chlorine in the air tickled our noses. Your arms wrapped around my waist, and pulled me onto your lap. With your famous Robert Redford smiles, eyes sparkling into mine.

"Hello gorgeous” whimsical smiles in return then tender loving tones in reply ” hello Handsome.”

Your hands traveled and roamed over my body as I left a line of red glossy lip imprints along your jaw bone. My tongue trailed from your earlobe to your collar bone, you heard sultry whispers.

 

"I want you" pregnant pause… "so bad."

Without saying a word your hands lifted me up, the head of your cock brushing against my cleanly shaved pussy before lowering me onto it and holding me there. I squeeze the head with my pussy lips in response, wanting to lower myself onto it and invite you deeper inside me.

"No, Lisa." You say to me sternly, “You have to be a good girl to get cock."

Fires ignite, my cheeks flush after hearing your words.

I asked sweetly, "How can I please you My Master?"

Feeling your cock move an inch inside me while your fingertips pinch my nipples.

"I want you to squeeze my cock five times before lowering another inch.

"Yes Master” I said to you before starting to perform the task.

You reached over the edge of the Jacuzzi into your black bag to retrieve nipple clamps and a blind fold. The cool night air breezed over my nipples hardening them. I whimpered as you tightened each clamp making sure the attachment was secure.

"Now close your eyes Princess while I put the blindfold on you. “Submissively I shut my eyes.

"Yes Master" I reply, squeezing my pussy lips around your hard shaft for the last time.

"May I lower now My Master?" I asked,

"Yes you may" you said, and before I could say thank you, you thrusted your cock into me hard.

"Oh." Moans are heard in the night air, my back arched, long silky hair caressed your thighs, as I rocked my pelvis into yours.

You grabbed my hips guiding me up and down on your thick hard cock for several minutes, and then you stopped abruptly. My eyes covered in black satin, open sultry tones.

"More Master,” A whining plea "more, please more!"

You smiled at me, although I couldn't see the look, I knew it is there, for I had seen it many times. It is the look of pleasure and pride.

In a stern masculine voice you ask me. "You love Masters cock, don't you my Princess, yes??”

"Oh Yes Master.” I replied excitedly.

"Good girl" I heard you say before feeling a wash of ecstasy over my body when your cock teasingly entered and exited my moist cavern.

You yanked on the nipple clamps before attaching a thin chain to each one, making sure once again that they were secure. I raised my hips up and down to meet your movements, our bodies communicated with each other. Hot hisses in my ear as you nuzzled your chin in my neck

“That’s it Lisa baby, fuck your Masters cock, fuck it good!"

Ramming it deep inside me, and then slowing down to a gentle rhythm, your thumb on my clit made slow circles counter clockwise; my moans and whimpers were carried out into the night air. My passion intensified with your words.

"Oh God I love you."

I almost screamed as you pulled your cock out, rubbing the head against my now swollen clit a few times, and plunged back in deeper than before.

I heard commanding tones, "I want you to sit on the edge of the hot tub now my little slut."

"Yes Master, what ever pleases you," the smile on my face telling you the words I was thinking.

I stood up slowly, the water lapping against me. You tugged at the nipple clamps with your teeth as my tits hit your face. Hot flesh against cool cheek, head turning into my voluptuous breasts as I felt for the cement ground with my hands.

As I climbed over your body, droplets of water fell and drizzled down my breasts and belly. The moonlight flashed on the water beads dropping as I rose, illuminating my tanned skin tone under the moonlight. I stepped out of the tub and sat on the edge, dangling my feet in the water, still unable to see anything.

I felt your hands on each knee guiding my legs open slowly, hot kisses on my inner thigh from back of my knee to my pussy lips. My legs spread slowly as I laid my head on top of my crisscrossed arms. The tip of your tongue darted up my soft wet slit, my juices honey sweet.

Your hands cupped my ass cheeks, raising my pussy into your face. Full lips sucked at my clit, feeling it engorge and enlarge. You knew that I was heating up. Two fingers slid in easily in search of the bean size g-spot as you sucked harder on my magic button. Gentle love bites were felt as my body temperature increased, loud moans of pleasure drifted from my mouth.

My back arched then lowered, my hands reached for the back of your head, pulling you in closer to my pussy, my hips rocked against your face as my orgasm began to wax up to a climax, intense pleasure, and heaven.

You raised your head as you felt your fingers being clutched; and in a stern voice "Not yet My Sweet Treat, you know you have to wait for permission to cum.

"Oh" I cry out, feeling your lips once again suckling at my itty bitty clitty.

I moan out after several minutes...in a whiney pleading sort of sound

“Please Master, please may I cum?”

My head rose, trying to look at you, wanting to cum soo badly.

"No Princess, not yet. “ Your words echo out into the night.

Frustrated sighs, on the edge of cumming.

“Please My Master, please can I cum?"

You pause before answering, then with certainty in your voice respond.

"Yes, my little slut I want you to cum now!"

Your teeth wrapped around my clit, holding it in place as you sucked me into oblivion.

"Oh My Gawd!"

I rode the waves of the orgasm for several minutes. You licked my juices as they squirt into your mouth, drinking my passion, lapping up all my cum.

"I love the sweet taste of you My Slut." You say to me as you stood up.

Your naked body glistened under the moonlight, your hairy chest wet and fluffy, droplets from your hair kissed your cheek. You knelt beside me stroking your cock.

"Open your mouth my thirsty little cumslut."

"Yes Master" I say,

"Swallow my love baby, drink it all."

Obediently parting my lips wide and sticking out my tongue to catch my drink, I felt your cum splash against my cheeks, shooting into my mouth, rolling over my tongue and towards my throat, swallowing every last drop.

"Mmmm" I said, then licked my lips. Lust filled looks into your eyes tell you that I still wanted more.

"You are a greedy lil slut today aren't you My Sweet?"

You asked me as you placed a crooked finger under my chin guiding my face to lift up to yours. You removed the blindfold and rubbed your cock head in a circular motion on my cheek and bottom lip, soft sweet sultry tones replied

"Yes Master, I am very hungry for your love, I want to kneel before you and worship at your alter."

I turned my open mouth to the tip of your cock, and softly kissed it with full lips. I bent my knees and kneeled assuming my position in front of you.

You bent over taking my hand in yours and pulled me up, our bodies aligned and a shadow was cast on the back fence wall. You wrapped your arms around my waist; I raised my left thigh and rubbed it on the outside of your leg, purring in your ear.

"I love you, oh I love you."

You led me to a tree and asked me to stand in front of it. I did so obediently, and then you reached down into your black bag and retrieved a couple of yards of pink satin rope. You pressed your hands against both of my shoulders conforming to my body against the tree.

"Please Master, not too tight" I begged.

You made sure the rope was secure and that my arms and legs were unable to move. You reached down and picked up the black bag, sorting through it, a smile appeared on your face when you found what you were looking for.

A silver shaped egg sat in your hand, the remote still in the bag. You walked over to me, licked your fingers and probed the egg between my legs, pushing it inside my wet pussy.

The egg felt cold upon entering, and it warmed quickly, as thoughts of the last time you used this toy on me came clear in my mind. You licked your fingers again, tasting my sweetness, and looked into my eyes.

“Now My Peach, I will show you what tease means... "

Your voice faded when you bent over to search for the remote.

You turned the *incredible egg* on, and watched my facial expression change, from lustful to passionate looks back into your handsome face. You took a few steps back to admire your handiwork, enjoying the look of my body tied to a tree. You placed the blindfold over my eyes again.

The first thing you touched me with was soft and feathery. You made a path from my shoulders to my fingertips using the feather pen we bought at K-Mart, smiling as you saw the goose bumps rise on my silky skin.

"I see your body is responding to me My Sweet Pet,” then you paused and said "this pleases me."

"Ya yes Master,”

I felt heat igniting in my pussy instantly, sultry tones. "My body craves your touch, needs your kisses."

Manly tones in reply. "And soon, my sweet, you will have them."

The back of your hand brushed up my cheek, your head leaned in and you kissed my sweet lips. My tongue darted out immediately, wanting to taste you, wanting to taste me on you.

Your head leaned in and you kissed my sweet lips. You sucked on my pussy and tugged on my nipple clamps as you continued to kiss me. I moan out into our kiss, feeling my pussy juices, hot, sticky, squeezing the egg shaped ball that was vibrating inside me. You break the kiss, and adjust the intensity of the incredible egg.

More moans of pleasure as I feel your index finger circling my clit. You want to get me close, to the very edge of the orgasm, and hold me there. Primitive lustful growls in my ear.

"You are being a very good cumslut, you will get your reward ....pregnant pause...."soon,"

My pleas of passion echoing, "Please my Master, please let me cum," more desperate pitiful cries.

"Please, Please My Master, please let me cum." You respond with hot whispers on my neck.

"Not yet baby doll, I am going to teach you what being teased is all about"

You bend over again and lift a candle, digging in your pocket for a Bic lighter. The fire dances as you tilt the candle, and you watch little beads of melted wax drop off of my breasts and onto the tiled ground.

Then you raise it higher above my head finding a better aim. Watching each hot drop of wax fall onto my nipples onto nipple clamps, hardening before the next drop hits. You walk over to the champagne, and pick up a few crushed ice cubes.

Then you walk back over to me, and rub the ice over the other nipple, watching it harden and rise. Hot mouth on ice cold nipple. More Wax. More ice, more wax. You turned the egg up to high, leaning your body against mine, whispering into my ear the same time you thumb my clit.

"Ok baby, cum for me, cum nice and hard for me.” You hear my tortuous moans of ecstasy resonating in the wind as it blows over my body. Higher pitched cries of passion and ecstasy as I rode the wave up.

"That’s it, that’s a good lil cumslut,” strong resonating tones almost demanding in my ear.

"Cum harder for me My love.” Your voice coaxing me into oblivion.

I didn't try to stifle my moans of ecstasy heard loudly by the neighboring patrons. Husky throaty moans into our kiss as I rode the wave and then waned down. I was enjoying being washed away on waves of pleasure.

You loosened my bonds, removing the egg from my pussy. Placing it on my lower lip, my steamy hot juice applied, I licked and tasted my sweetness. You wrapped the rope back up and put it back in the *magic* bag.

I slipped my body back into the jacuzzi, sitting in front of low back jet purposely. The water jets pounded against my flesh, relieving myself of the fatigue, and aches of my muscles dissipated. I watched you walk towards me, admiring your stance and strut.

Your dark red hair curled up a lil on the ends, your deep green eyes focused on me, admiring your perfect hair patterns on your body, that I craved and needed sooo badly. Your strong physique lowered into the water. You slid in next to me, looking deeply in my eyes.

"I love you My Princess, I love making you cum soo hard.”

We kiss, our lips touch and press lightly against each other. Our mouths part, tongues dancing, the steam from our bodies becoming a mist and floats away. The jet bubbles surrounding us and lapping against the forest green tiles making tiny little splashes that sometimes jump up on our faces. Our bodies entwine, perfectly molded as one.

"I love you Master, you make my fantasies reality.”

My body jerked awake from the feel of a hand covering my mouth and another one capturing my hands from above my head. Looking up into a pair of intense hazel eyes, eyes that seems to burn deep into my own, I began to struggle, twisting and kicking out to no avail. He placed his knee across my stomach and leaned forward whispering, "Slut fighting is futile as you will not win". Tears ran down my cheeks as his words only caused me to buck against him that much harder trying to escape from his grasp. He pulled his hand from my mouth but before I could let out a scream for help he was shoving something hard and round into my mouth and hooking it behind my head. "The ball gag should keep you quiet" he whispered before jerking me over onto my stomach, the rough planks of the pier scraping my breasts. I began to whimper as he yanked my arms down behind my back, the feel of a rope coiling around my wrist biting into the tender skin. He laughed as my attempts to roll away from him only resulted in his jerking my arms upwards as his other hand pushed downwards between my shoulder blades. In one last attempt at freedom I kicked back connecting with his thigh, "Oh so you want to play rough do you my little whore", he growled as his hand connected a swift sting across my bare ass. Realizing I would have to wait for a chance to escape I shook my head no as he again brought his hand down hard causing me to scream against the ball gag in my mouth. Hearing the sound of a chain, I jerked my head to the side, watching as ankle cuffs were secured around my ankles, a short chain connecting them together. "Are you ready for your new life as my slave girl?"he asked. A growl escaped from around the gag as I shook my head furiously. He abruptly stood and leaned down, his hand fisting in my hair, using it to jerk me up to my feet. "Know this girl, from this moment forward it does not matter what you want as you are mine now to use as I see fit. The soon you realize that the better off you will be." Fear filled me as he brought my head back forcing me to see the truth in his eyes. Using his fist in my hair, he drug me towards aa pickup truck, my feet having to step quickly as the chain only allowed short steps, the feel of the cuffs digging into my flesh with each step. Opening the door of the truck he lifted me inside, pushing me to the floorboard he reached under the seat and pulled out a collar which was attached to a chain hooked to the bottom of the seat. He hooked the collar snugly around my throat before shutting the door and walking around to climb inside the truck. My eyes darted all around trying to find a way out but knowing it was useless as I could hardly move from my position. I also realized he had me down to where I could not tell where he was taking me to.

After riding for what seemed like hours he pulled into a garage attached to a house. When he pulled me from the truck my legs buckled, the only thing keeping me standing was his hand clasped around the back of my neck. After a moment his hand once again fisted into my hair as he lead me through a door and down a flight of stairs. When he turned on the light I gasped in a mixture of horror and intrigue as all over the room I could see what looked to be different areas for torture. A cross was affixed to one wall, what looked like a padded sawhorse on another. Chains hung from the ceiling, the walls and even some screwed into the cement floor. There was what looked like a doctors table set up for a female exam, metal carts with covers over the top, a huge set of cabinets, one opened to display many whips and such, and in one corner what looked like a dog cage. He started leading me towards where the cage was,"This will be your new home until you are trained and realize you place here," he stated. My struggles started anew at his words, the thought of being confined in the cage bring new fear to me. Yanking my head back he softly said, "stop". The way he said it took most of the fight right out of me as I knew he would make me one way or another. He turned me from him and shoved me against the wall before reaching down to unshackle my ankles and untie my arms. "Do not even think about trying to fight or I will have to show you what happens when you do not obey me. Do you understand?" I slowly nodded my head as I felt him reaching up unhooking the ball gag. "Screaming will do you no good as my dungeon is totally sound proofed, not that there is anyone around to be able to hear you." When he turned me to face I saw he was smiling at my discomfort which made me start to struggle anew. "You ass you can not " was all I could say before he had his hand around my throat pinning me hard against the wall. "You will never speak to me like that again. Do I make myself clear" he growled. A sadistic look shone from his eyes as his had continued to tighten making it hard to breath. "Yes Sir" I whispered as the room began to fade from my view just before he released his hold around my throat He jerked me over to the cage and shoved me inside before locking it shut. "Rest while you can slut as I will be back to start your training and see how much you love the pain that is about to become your best friend,"laughing he turned and walked from the room leaving me to curl up shuddering as I imagined what he would do to me with all the strange things I could see from my caged prison.

Sure enough as the last person pulled out to the parking lot, Marsha walked into my office (I love that walk) threw her bag on my desk, and leaned over my and grabbed the arms of my chair (giving me a great view down her sweater). She said "Looks like it’s just me and you tonight. I should probably help you finish up these files." She turned around and sat down on my lap. Knowing any advances would result in her jumping off my lap, I put both my hands on the arms of my chair and did not touch her. I was very busy enjoying her wiggling her ass on my lap, and it was starting to effect me. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. She was caressing up and down my arms, then I felt something strange. She strapped my wrists to the arms of my chair. She had snooped through my office and found the Velcro straps I had used on her a few weeks ago, and was now going to use them to get even with me.

She got off my lap, turned and said "Now its your turn." She wrapped the straps around my arms and the arms of the chair. I could not move my arms from the elbow down except my fingers. She stood in front of me and pulled her sweater up over her head (I love that pierced belly button). She kicked off her heals, reached down and up buttoned her pants and shook her hips as she wiggled out of her pants. She stood in front of me in just her lacy black bra, and black silky panties. She pushed my chair up to my desk (hiding the bulge that was increasing in my pants). She hopped up on my desk and put a foot on the back of my chair on each side of me. Her silk covered pussy was only inches from my face. I could already smell that wonderful aroma, and by the wet spot on her panties, I could tell she was enjoying herself quite a bit.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a little metal bullet vibrator. She turned on the bullet and started rubbing her pussy through her panties. She was getting hotter and hotter, and began moaning. She thrust her hips up hard with a loud growl. Her panties were soaked through and she was leaving a puddle of juices on the desk. Sitting back on the desk, she pulled her feet up and rubbed the bulge in my pants with them. "So you like what you saw. Lets see if you like more." She pushed the chair away from the desk, and jumped down. She reached back and unhooked her bra and dropped it to the side. Her nipples were sticking straight out. I wasn’t the only one who liked this. Her panties were so wet she had to almost peal them off. Instead of tossing them on the floor, she picked them up and took a good whiff of them. "Mmmm, these should be very tasty." She took them and held them under my nose, "You like to smell my panties, don’t you?"

When I opened my mouth to say yes, she stuffed her panties right into my mouth. They smelt and tasted fantastic. She reached down and undid my belt and pants. I lifted my hips as she pulled my pants down and off. She kneeled down between my legs, and grabbed my cock with both hands. She stroked me a few times, then lowered her lips to my throbbing cock. She licked the pre-cum off the head, then slid her mouth slowly down my shaft. She moved up and down my cock while swirling her tongue around the head. One of her hands was rubbing my balls, and the other was pinching her nipples. She had me ready to explode in a matter of minutes. She was giving me the best blow job I had ever had, and from the sounds she was making, enjoying it almost as much as I was. She could feel me tense up, so she pulled me out of her mouth and said "Not yet you don’t, we are not through here". She stood up and pushed my chair back to the desk.

She hopped back up on the desk, and reached over and pulled the panties out of my mouth. Even though it was easier breathing, I was already missing that taste and smell. I didn’t have to wait long. She pulled the chair so close that my chest was pinned against the desk. She laid back on my desk and wrapped her leg around behind my neck and head and pulled me right to her pussy. She was so juicy, I could not wait to dive in. I lapped all the juice out of her pussy that my tongue could reach, and sucked out some I could not reach. She was enjoying my oral attention, but I knew she wanted more. Her clit was swollen and red, probably still sensitive from the bullet vibrator. I flicked it with my tongue and was rewarded with a low moan. I started licking it like it was a lolly pop. She was bucking her hips in rhythm with my tongue. She was so worked up, it did not take long for her to reach her 2nd orgasm of the evening. This time there was no puddle on the desk, I licked and sucked up every ounce of her I could get.

She took a minute or two to calm down, all the while I was licking her thighes and legs (that I could reach), and caressing what I could with my cheeks and chin. The smell of her pussy was so intoxicating. I kept pulling on the straps, but so far I could not move my arms. When she calmed down, she sat up and said "Mmmm, that was very nice, you have been a good boy. I guess you should finally be rewarded." She pushed me back into my chair, and pushed me away from the desk. She started kissing my, and licking my lips. Naturally my tongue searched and explored her lips and tongue as much as possible. She started kissing down my neck and chest. She paused for a moment to nibble & bite on my nipples. Just when I thought she was going to give me another fantastic blow job, she stood up. She shoved me back into my chair then turned around and wiggled her ass at me. I was already throbbing and she teases me more? She reached between her legs and grabbed my cock. She rubbed it up and down a few times, and then guided it right into her pussy as she sat down on my lap. Oh yea, that was what I needed. She was so wet that I slid right into her tight little pussy. She sat down on the full length, and just sat there for a second. She wiggle her ass just a bit and asked "Do you like this?"

"Oh yea, I love this"

"Do you want more?"

"I want more, I want a lot more."

"If I untie you will you be a good boy?"

"No, if you untie me I will grab you so I can shove my cock in and out of you pussy."

"That is not a good boy, is that all you would do?"

"No, I would also pinch your nipples, and rub you little clit. I would rub all over you while I was slamming you with my cock."

She raised up just a few inches, then dropped back down on my cock. I closed my eyes, leaned back and moaned (maybe growled). She reached over and unstrapped my left arm, then reached over and unstrapped my right arm. As soon as my arms were free, I grabbed her and held her hard. I thrust into her about 6 or 7 times, and she was really feeling that. Knowing that at that pace I would not last long, I pulled her down on me, and held her there with my cock deep into her hot pussy. I reached around with my left hand and started rubbing her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. With my other hand, I went right for that belly button ring. I was carefully playing with her ring, pulling and twisting as I was with her nipples. I started grinding my hips only about an inch or two. Just fucking her a little bit, but deep in her pussy. She was leaned back and gave me that small little purr that I always try to get from her.

I reached down from her belly ring and started to lightly rub her clit. As I started that, I moved my hips a bit more, and was now starting to fuck her with about half my cock. She was moaning loudly now, and I was pushing in harder, still rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples. I felt her body stiffen up as she pushed back on me hard. I could feel her juices running out of her pussy, over my cock, and onto my lap as she hit her third orgasm. I held her still, but very tightly against me and kept my cock deep in her pussy. I could feel her pussy walls flexing on my cock, and I really had to concentrate to keep from cumming in her right then.

She soon calmed down and started riding my cock again, but I was ready for a new position. I pushed her up and off my. As my cock pulled out of her, juices just flowed out of her pussy. I guided her to the floor, where she got on her hands and knees. I got on my knees behind her, bent over low, and licked up those juices that had leaked out on her legs. I ran my tongue up her one thigh, then the other, and right to her pussy. I liked the lips of her pussy, and stuck my tongue as deep as I could reach into her pussy. I liked further up and pushed my tongue into her asshole. After I licked her little hole a few times, and straighten up and held my cock right at the entrance of her pussy. I just stayed there and did not move.

"Oh no you don’t" she yelled. "You are not going to tease me, I am the one getting revenge her."

She pushed me back, and I laid flat on my back. She grabbed my cock and straddled me, lowering herself right down on my cock. "Mmmm, I love the feel of you pussy, you are so hot and sexy. Ride me baby, ride me hard." I expected a "Yee Ha", but I just got that big smile. She leaned down and kissed me lightly. She put her hands on my chest, and started riding my cock. She may not have given me the cowgirl yell, but she was riding like a seasoned pro. I grabbed her around the hips, as she was raising her ass up and down. She was riding harder and harder, then I felt her drop down hard on my cock. She thrust me deep into her pussy, and I could again feel her tense up as her next orgasm took her. The walls of her pussy again started flexing on my cock, and this time it was more than I could take. Just as her juices started flowing out of her pussy, I pulled her down hard and thrust as deep as I could into her. I came hard, deep in her pussy. I don’t know when her juices stopped and mine started, but she had me cumming so hard our combined juices were flowing like a river.

She collapsed on me, and I wrapped my arms around her. We stayed like that for several minutes before she finally got off me. She stood up, and reached in her bag on the desk to pull out a hand towel (so prepared). She wiped herself off and tossed me the towel. As I was cleaning myself up, she started getting dressed. I watched her as I got myself dressed too. When we were both done, I was standing against the file cabinets when she walked over to me and planted a fantastic, full body press, deep tongue kiss on me, shoving me back into the file cabinet before I could recover enough to pull her tighter and press with my own tongue. One hand on the small of her back, and the other on her ass, she pulled away from my mouth.

"Have a good weekend, see you next week." She spun out of my grasp, and rubbed her hand over my pants right over my cock. She pursed her lips in a little mock kiss while walking away. Oh yea, I love that walk.

As I entered the bathroom Ben ran up behind me and tackle me to the floor. He said, "Dan and I have a surprise for you." Just then Dan came bursting in with my older sister on his shoulder. Then Ben punch me in the stomach four or five times, then he grabbed my drained nuts and squeezed. I could do nothing as Dan pined my sisters shoulders under his legs and fed her his cock. Soon after Ben did the same to me, a few minutes later they both fucked our skulls so hard he vomited all over ourselves. "Don’t fuck with us today," Dan yelled. They then walked out.

My sister Tracey, is 5'6", weights 125 lbs, has short dark hair, the cutest little minx like nose, the most leveling hazel eyes, a sloppy sexy ass like Rachel Ray, the biggest dark nipples on a wall ever, and has never shaved her pussy or pits, very light skin with dark little feminine hairs all over and is bitchy and has been a tease to Dan and Ben many times.

I turned to see a look of sheer joy on Tracey’s face, she turned to me and saw the same look. I then moved closer and licked some of her vomit out of her delectable ear. I moved to licking the rest of her face and she did the same. As soon as we had each other just about clean mistress N came storming in, in a cop uniform, "you two are late and will answer to me now," she said. She then pulled out her night stick that had a dildo on the long end. She jammed it in my mouth and ordered Tracey to put cuffs on me. Handcuffed and blind folded, she led us to the jail cell in the basement, locked the door and left. Tracey and I climbed onto the bottom bunk and began to spoon and fall asleep.

We awoke to see Butch, a large Bull Mastive lying in the corner of the cell. Tracey climbed down to him and began to rub his belly. "What are you doing that for," I asked. Tracey replied, "well if he is going to fuck you ass he need to be hard, duuuuu." I said, "fine but I better get finally get to eat your pussy and ass." "Duuuuu silly, of course," she yelped. I leaped down, sat behind her and began to rub her nipples and kiss her neck. She had the dog hard now and climbed onto all fours, I did the same. I spit in my hand and rubbed it on my hole as the dog walked behind me. He walked over me and I guided his large cock into my hole, screaming as it entered. Tracey giggled at my screaming and then gasped as it unleashed my tongue on her very wet and tasty pussy. It tasted so yummy and I could smell it all through her hair, it almost made the brutal pounding on my ass seem meager. By the time the dog had filled my ass, my face was dripping wet and I had four fingers easily sliding in. The dog left and laid down in the corner, I then moved to licking her cute little hairy asshole. It is so beautiful looking, the way it starts with a dark yummy center and fades on her cheeks. I tasted heavenly as I licked a few dingle berries. "Finish it," she yelled. So I spit on my protruding hand and jammed it in up to my wrist. Her scream and massive orgasm felt wonderful squeezing my wrist, I sopped up the escaping juices. I pulled out my hand to leave a gapping hole in the dark hairy fault. I quickly moved in with my cock and began to pee in her gash. She turned and said, "you nasty little cunt." 10 seconds later it

full so I laid down under her and watched it poor onto my face. "Take a seat," I said and her big ass lowered onto my face. My tongue danced over her crack once again, tasting better than before now that it had a fresh coat of sweat. After a few tasty licks she got off my face and moved to my cock, but as she was about stuff her asshole with my cock mistress N walked in. "Ohhh! Now you little sluts are in for it!" Miss N yelled. She unlocked the door walked over to Tracey, grabbed her by her hair. Bent her over the bottom bunk and pulled out the cock night stick. "Mmmm! You have the nastiest little hairy crack ever," she said as she shoved 8 inch of the stick in."Get the dog over here butt boy and get him ready," she said. I walked the dog over bent down and began to lick his sheath opening, seconds later the big cock slipped out into my mouth. Mistress N smacked me and said, "that tasty treat is not for you butt boy." She then grabbed the dogs leash and led him behind my sister. He mounted right up and with a little help from me she was getting the pounding of her life. Mistress N then placed a leash and collar on my neck, and ordered me next to sis. She unzipped her pants and pulled out the pink fist again, it made me shiver to see a sexy woman in a uniform of power about to pound my hole. Trace looked over to see me cringe. I then remembered the dog cum in my hole and hoped she would notice. "Oh look," she said, " the nose in your ass is running." She leaned forward o my ear and whispered, "now you know why you get the fist. Tracey was enjoying her pounding when I looked over, then she cringed as the dogs not expanded and exploded in her. I screamed as the fist tore into my hole, "Now clean out you sisters nasty little turd box," Mistress N demanded. She got on the bed, in front of me, I dove in pressing my face as hard as I could in her milky cheeks. Sucking all the sweet dog jizz out that I could. Without warning Tracey pushed back against my tongue and a couple of tiny little morsels slip down my throat, I wanted to chew on them. I smacked her right butt cheek to warn her to stop, she did. After a few minutes more of pounding my ass, mistress N yawned, got up and locked the door behind her. Tracey and I looked at each other and laughed, I pulled her on the bed with me and began to lick her sweaty salty neck, her cute little ears, her cheeks, under her eyes, and even in her bugery nose. I then moved to the best tits and nipples I have ever seen, giving each of them ample attention, they must stick out an inch and half. It was time for my licking desert, I pushed her arms above her head to expose one of the most beautiful sites. I rose up to take in my hairy sisters body and cute face, I the dove in and began licking her unbelievably hairy, tasty, succulent arm pits. I fell in love with them when I was about 13, never really saw it on other girls, which drove me all the more crazy over them. After a few mintues of clean sis, she grabbed my nuts and squeezed them til I screamed. "Now im going to do what mom wants to do to you," She yelled. "Wa wa what’s that," I said. She then pulled out a ball gag from under the pillow and said, "you’ll see little sis." I whimpered at what I knew was coming next, just then mistress N walked in followed by my mom with a suite case. Mistress N unlocked the door and let my mom in.

My mom is a lovely full figured woman, 5'8", 140lbs, she has short light brown hair, lips that could suck the chrome of a trailer hitch, a big round ass, 44dd saggy tits like Christy Canyon that still produced milk and always wished I was a girl.

I sat on the bed next to Tracey as my mom opened the case and pulled out a razor and foam. She the proceeded to shave my lower body. A half hour later she was done and ordered me to stand. I did as she handed me a hot pink thong out. Tracey grabbed my cock and pulled it between my legs and taped it to my thigh. I put on the panties and was handed a lacy bra, fake boobs and put them on. Next my mom pulled out a little red dress, I pulled it up and was ready for makeup. Tracey grabbed the razor and shaved my face. Next she applied the makeup, and a blonde wig. "Come here you little sluty girl," Mom said, and put a leash and collar on me. Next my mom and Tracey left me in the cell so they could go get dressed. They returned half an hour later, my mom was dressed in a suit with a fake mustache, Tracey was in a tiny pink dress with a rather large strapon on. "You my bitch now," Tracey said, as she grabbed my collar and put a blindfold on.

An hour later the blind fold was removed and I saw what looked like a fantasy lesbian/bi/gay bar. I swallowed hard as Tracey and my mom led me into the bar and to a both in the corner. We sat down and ordered drinks, the cutest little server took our order. She had on a tank top that made her pointy tits look yummy, had on a tan skirt that gave her booty the perfect little waddle. She gave me a wink as she left, but Tracey grabbed my collar and pulled me under the table. She unveiled the big red strapon and forced my mouth onto it. My ass was sticking out the end of the booth as I sucked, the server smacked my ass with moms approval as she return with more drinks. A few minutes later a tall blonde slut came and sat next to my mom and they began to flirt. She had long blonde hair in a pony tail, big full lips had the body of a volleyball player. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to burry my face between her thick thigh as I sucked Tracey’s cock. The blonde and my mom retired to the bathroom together, then the server sat next to sis and began to flirt and inquire about me. "He is my bitch of a little brother, Tracey said. The server giggled at her answer, "does he suck anything besides cock," she asked. Tracey smacked my face and said, "Get ready to suck something with some actual blood flow." She handed my leash to the serve named Jordan, and she pulled me under her skirt. There I saw a freshly shaved pussy, with the biggest dark pussy lips I had ever seen. I suck on each lip for what seem like an eternity, I the fingered her butt as I moved to licking between the lips. She screamed as pussy juice sprayed in my mouth and on my face. She pulled me up from under the table, and saw the mascara running down my cheeks, she laughed. Jordan then grabbed my fake boobs and began to lick my face, in the mean time Tracey was up Jordan tank top giving her nipples a pinch. After a few more minutes of licking and pinching Jordan left to go get our food, so I went to the ladies bathroom to fix my makeup. When I returned my mom and her new friend and Tracey we eating. My plate was no where to be found on the table. Tracey grabbed my leash and pulled under the table again, but under he skirt was the red dildo in a hot dog bun cover in vomit, snot and spit. I dove into the best hot dog ever, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the blondes thick thighs open as she placed an empty cup between. I return to the top of the table and the blonde handed me the cup, "Drink up little slut," she said. So I gulped it down in a matter of seconds. Jordan returned and sat with us the rest of the evening, I was passed from pussy to pussy licking each one to a ragging orgasm. I had one more public humiliation as Tracey pulled me on her lap pulled my thong aside and shoved the dildo in my mangina. I screamed as loud as I ever had and a few people next to us laughed at me. We were then asked to leave, so all five us retired back to the ranch. Tracey and I were returned to our cell along with the Blonde who’s name is Jennifer and Jordan. I’m not sure what happened the rest of the evening.

The speaker came to life, with a gentle hissing in the background -- the white noise track, that formed the main part of the slave's auditory experiences.  But the other track was easier to hear:  "...becoming more and more obedient...  Drip... drip... drip...  Every drop of My pee that you swallow...  increases your need to obey...  You must obey Dominica...  Drip... drip... drip...  Every drop you swallow...  every drop of My pee... makes you need to serve Me, more and more...  Drip... Swallow...  Drip...  Swallow and obey..."
 
Dominica flipped the switch again, turning the speaker off.  "Well, you get the idea."
 
Several more slaves had found their faces pressed between their mistresses' thighs.  Licking.  Nuzzling.  In a corner of the room, one was having his nose roughly humped by a woman with red hair.
 
Dominica smiled.  Oh, yes, a very interested crowd.  "Any questions?"
 
The woman in green spoke up again, "Where is the inventor?  I'd like to get one of these."
 
Laughing, Dominica pointed toward the coffin.  "You're looking at him."
 
The room filled with little gasps of delight, and a few wicked-sounding, quiet laughs.
 
"Yes," MzDominica continued, "In a couple of days, we'll take him out.  He'll be too dazed to do any thinking for a while -- not that I encourage that sort of thing around here."  This drew a few more laughs.  "I'll put him put him to work, doing something physical to build up his strength again.  Plowing the fields for spring planting, or maybe pulling a pony cart."
 
"MzDominica," the newcomer said, "I'd like to speak with you afterward, if I may."  She was panting, finding it hard to speak.  She gave a tap of her hand, down at the front of her dress, and said, "Stop."  Deep within the folds of her dress, the slave stopped licking.
 
"Certainly," Dominica said.  "Are there any other questions?  No?  Then feel free to stay awhile and watch.  And be sure to tell your friends!"
 
Most of the women began walking out, slowly returning to the tavern with their slaves in tow.  A couple of them signed the visitor's book near the doorway, and the redhead left with her slave, after dropping a business card on the table.  Now that the room was less crowded, those who remained approached the coffin for a better look.
 
MzDominica remained standing by the coffin, regally still, allowing the newcomer time to realize that it was she who needed to approach Dominica, rather than the reverse.  With obvious reluctance, the woman opened the front of her skirt again and gave a tug on the leash, ordering her slave out into the open again.  She walked step by slow step toward Dominica, glancing at the coffin, then back to Mistress, as if thinking, reconsidering, and evaluating possibilities.  Finally, she closed the distance between them, near enough for a private conversation, without implications of TOO much intimacy.  She had the good grace to incline her head a moment, bow a little, and say, "Mistress Dominica, may I introduce myself.  I am known as Mistress Black."
 
"Very glad to meet you," Dominica replied.
 
"I have a proposal for you, Mistress, if I may."
 
"Yes?  What do you have in mind?"
 
"I run a chain of spas, with franchises all over the country.  Most of them cater only to a female clientele.  Your slave's invention, here, suggests a way I might expand my business to attract the other half of the population.  I can promote them as decompression chambers, for relaxation."  She smiled engagingly.
 
"Go on," Dominica prompted, raising one eyebrow.

"Well, it represents a considerable investment -- so I'm looking, of course, for any ways I can, to reduce my initial costs.  To get any discount I can."
 
Dominica's expression suddenly looked a little less approving.

"What I propose," the newcomer continued, "is to keep YOUR hypnotic suggestions in the sound tracks -- perhaps you can even augment them... so that every man who tries out the decompression chamber will feel compelled to become your slave, and perhaps come here to your Realm for even more training and conditioning."

Dominica's smile slowly returned.  "Mistress Black, we may have something to talk about."  She stepped forward, extending a hand, and touched the newcomer's shoulder.  "Let's go back to the tavern and I'll buy you a drink.  I could use a beer, myself."  She looked back at the coffin.  "My little slave, here, is going to need his reservoir refilled, pretty soon!"  She ushered Mistress Black through the door, ignoring the naked slave who scuttled after her, and followed her, back to the pub.

Left alone in the room, the slave in the coffin continued to lie still.  Slowly breathing.  Drip... Drip...  Drip...  The sleeve around his cock made a thrumming noise for a few moments, caressing, tightening, stiffening... and then went silent.

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More to come, later!

I stand, and fall. I stand again in pure agony from the cock. My holes are shoved tight. He proceeds to gag me, then ties me up and tells me to take a step. I do, and fall over as extra pressure is put on the dildo. "Get up slut." He says "I am taking you to a slave convention. You will be the only female slut there. New torture items will be tested on you. This is exactly 1 month away. You will leave everything I have on you on, until I say. once a week, I will send a new dildo, and you will replace your current one with it. I will appear exactly five minutes after you get the dildo to rety you. If I find that the dildo is all the way in, I will tie it with the same amount of pressure as now. If it is not all the way in, I will tie it with more pressure." And with that, he leaves. So I continue on with my routine. It takes me about an hour to master walking, it still brings me great pain. After I master it, I get in my car and go to work. I have an office job, so I sit at my desk all day. When I am done, I tweak my nipples for 5 minutes, and walk to my car in agony.

"Shit!" I remember that I have to walk for an hour. "Maybe, this once I can not do it." I think. As I finish the thought, Master calls and quickly says, "Go on your walk." And so I do. In the end, I walk baclk to my car in pain. One man asks me if I am alright, I have to say yes. I get home and eat a quick dinner. Even though it is only 8:00, I go to bed. and so it happens, ffor one week. on sunday, a package arrives. I rip it open and unty my bonds. I rip out the dildo and shove in the new dildo. I didn't even look at its size, a massive 24 inches. I manage to get in 20. forgetting the punishment. I kneel by the door. I hear a bang. It is master, OUTSIDE! I had completely forgotten to unlock the door! I hurry and do so. He slams open the door, in pure fury. He bends me over and rips out my dildo. He opens his briefcase, filled with an assortment of travel items, and rips ut a 30 inch dildo, his biggest. He slams the hole thing in my pussy, I scream so loudly! He ties the bondage on and puls it so tight I collapse, putting even more pressure on it. He ties it with the amount of pressure there was as I collapsed and slams the door. I recieve a call, 10 minutes later. "Take a three hour walk from now on, twice a day. This cock wil stay in you for three weeks." I feel a strong buzz go on in my pussy, almost making me orgasm on the spot."Oh, and remember," He says with a chuckle,"No orgasms!"

Finally three weeks were over, my butt was sore fromm the 500 lashes I had gotten for my orgasm. He came over and put on my outfit, leaving the cocks in me. I was to wear a completely see through dress to the convention. He put me in tthe car and removed my butt plug, leaving a gaping hole until he slammed the new one in, 2 times bigger, he had a cloth in my mouth though, it kept me from screaming. My pussy was so sore, I sat in a position that put little presure on it."Sit straight slut." He said, and moved me to a position putting a lot of pressure on the cock.

We got to the convention. There were 3 male slaves there, and about 50 people. I was untied and given relief from the monster cock. I was tied so that all parts of my body were accesible. In an x shape. A women came up to me and kicked me in the pussy, she was wearing wide shoes, and the pain was horrible. I had a set of pool balls shoved up my pussy, which was taped closed as people came up and kicked me in the pussy. I then had another set shoved up my ass and people beat my whole body. I was released from the balls, and people startes putting gags in my mouth,and shoving dildos up my pussy and ass. Master whispered in my ear, "Remember, no orgasms!" I shook with the urge. At one time, I saw a huge spike shoved up my pussy and screamed. I thought I couldn't last, but after painful and pleasurable things were put in my body, I was let down. Master quickly put my outfit and dildo's back in, he must of been drunk, because he put the butt plug in my cunt, and the dildo in my ass! I felt like I was split apart, he started the vibrator up and put on the pressure ties on, they killed my ass, and we started home. He said in a slurred voice, "I'll take 'em off nextweek, cunt."

At that moment, I realized that there was nothing I could ever prefer, than being a slave to my master!

First story! Always looking for constructive criticism!

Thanks for reading!

Visuals of her naked body laid spread eagle and secured with silk scarves stirs his cock into expanding. Writhing and begging for what he intends on giving her. When he decides she deserves it.

The scent of her wafting in his nares only making his excitement intensifying with each stroke of her moist panties up and down his thick shaft. He leans back into the leather loveseat, letting his legs part as he relaxes into the fluffy cushions. His mind releases and lets the fantasy begin.

Picturing her below him, sheets wet between her legs from her pussy juices responding to his standing above her, cock in hand, slowly stroking it. Dominant voice almost commanding her to answer in her typical obedient tone and reply.

“You want me to let you taste this cock, don’t you my love?”

“Oh, Yes Master!” she exclaims excitedly.

“This baby sluts mouth is craving your cream filled cock!”

Shifting his six feet two inch frame above her body. Perfectly patterned hair and a happiness trail down his torso. Spreading his legs as he sits astride her hips, squeezing a few drops of precum onto the round mushroom cock head. Bending forward letting the drops fall onto her red luscious full bottom lip.

“You are not to taste that until you have my permission. Is that understood My Pet?"

She opens her mouth to speak, the drop of precum sweet on her wanting lip.

“Yes Sir, I won’t taste it with out awaiting your permission.”

"Good Girl."

Two words that seared her soul.

Straddling her upper body, he leans his massive size forward, and rubs the head of his cock, against her bottom lip, smearing his precum and leaving more than what he removed.

“You may lick my cock once baby slut, only once, so you better get the best taste you can.”

Moans through a pink tipped tongue spreading out flat against growing fat head, sugary sweet precum dances over taste buds. She savors the taste when she pulls her tongue back in her mouth and roams it over teeth and palate, flavor sensations being imprinted in her memory.

Her body arching up against his as he continues to ride her.

“You like to be my puppy slut don’t you my sweet whore?” A statement more than a question.

He shoves his cock deep into her wanton mouth. He pushes past her gag reflex, seeing the tears in her eyes as his broad girth stretches that tight throat hole of hers. Slippery precum lubricates his shaft making the push forward easier to adjust to.

She submissively takes his entirety, nuzzling her chin and nose against his pubic bone. The soft fur surrounding the base of his cock neatly trimmed but still tickling her face.

He explodes his semen in jets spraying her face, neck, cleavage and hair. He rubs the love seed into her skin, as if it was lotion. She smiles up at him.

He moves off of her body, and begins to walk around the bedroom, gathering items from dressers and nightstands. Wicked glimmers of dark thoughts as he contemplates what to do with her vulnerable young body.

He sets the items down on the edge of the bed. He then removes a blindfold and places it over her eyes.

He begins to pace back and forth, letting off steam, his deranged anxiety getting the best of him. Glancing quickly at his prize, his reward, what he worked and planned for months was finally in fruition.

She was His prisoner, His slave girl! Maniacal laughs out loud as he thinks to himself. She is Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!

Without realizing it Micheal released his orgasm in the air, shooting over the back of the love seat and onto the carpeted floor. He stood up abruptly, cursing out loud, searching for a towel to wipe up his pent up release.

“Bitch!” He hisses it.

He uses a handi- wipe to pick up the cold cum on the carpet.

Another reason he is going to have his way with that hot body once he captures her. The plan has to be perfect in order for it to work. He still had some loose ends to tie up before initiating the sequence of events that will bring her home to him.

Ariele decided to walk to the store today, the sun was shining and it felt good on her bare skinned back. Her breasts bounced softly under the halter tops that she made last year with her daughters. She was thrilled they were still in style.

Her long silky hair was in braids, and she tossed them behind her as she walked down the street and into the alley to take the short cut to the Munchkin Market at the end of the street at the corner. She didn’t see or hear the van behind her until the screeching of brakes was upon her.

She felt herself being pulled backwards, an arm around her neck, one around her waist, her heart was beating erratically. She opened her mouth to scream, but was quickly ball gagged and silenced. She tried to kick and scratch, but her legs and arms were being tied and bound. They slipped a burlap bag over her head.

“If you fight me, you will only make this harder on yourself.” His menacing voice sent chills down her spine. She slid down the van wall after being tossed against it, she then heard the sliding door slam.

“Ok, we got her, let’s get out of here now. Boss is going to want her as soon as possible.” His voice was flat.

All he had on his mind was the bonus he would be receiving tonight for the special delivery. He had worked for Micheal for many years, but today, was the oddest request thus far. He would do anything for him, so he never questioned his actions.

Micheal sat at his desk and looked at his watch, knowing that if all went well today his package would be delivered soon. All the preparations from the past few months have been put to task.

Her room was ready, with all the necessities, including stocks, a cage and the wall has been adapted to her specific measurements. He smiled to himself, wondering how long it will take her to succumb to the role she was born to play.

His.

The van parked in front of the mansion. She was led into the library. Hands tied behind her back, feet bound with rope, gagged, mascara streaked down her face. Her difficulty walking became worse with each step.

An intoxicating fragrance stimulated her senses. He walked around her body, studying every inch of her. She could feel his heated gaze, sending flames through out her.

Why, she wondered, could any person under these circumstances have this effect on her body. Chuckles are heard, as if he was reading her mind.

“Are you afraid My Little Pet?”

Quivering whimpers are her only reply. She tries hard to displace the silk rope that is binding her wrists together.

He places his hands around her neck and removes the ball gag, then removes her blindfold.

“I am only going to do this if you promise not to yell. You won’t yell now will you my sweet treat?” Again, more of a statement rather than a question.

She shakes her head back and forth.

Relief washes over her face as the blindfold is removed and her eyes adjust to the lighting of the room. Her hands shake behind her as her nerves begin to let go, and the reality of the situation dawns on her.

 

She looks up at this handsome man who abducted her.

“My family will be looking for me, they will call the police.”

Arrogant tones, “I’ve already thought of everything my dear.” He holds up a tape recording of her new voice message on her answering machine.

“Hi, this is Ariele, I’m out and about for a week of fun and frolic, leave a message and I will get back to you. I’ll send you a postcard from Mexico.”

Defiant glares at him, stomping her foot pointlessly. “How did you do that? How dare you copy and record my voice!”

Blue eyes darken a shade, then fear creeps up her cheeks and spreads across her face as his looks go from tolerant to incensed.

Dark gray bordering on smoke filled looks glare at her as then he leans forward and almost hisses in her ear.

“I will do what ever I want to you, when ever I want to. Is that understood?” Emphasis on what and when.

Steps back and raises an arched brow at her when not hearing a comment or reply. A swift spank of his hand across her backside.

“Capice’?”

A stuttered reply from her lips. “Ya yes.”

Another hard smack across her globe shaped cheeks.

“Yes What?”

Confused looks at him, not knowing how he wants her to address him.

His eyes cold and uncaring.

“Sir, I want you to call me Sir.”

Dominating manner. “ And I won’t tell you again.” Emphasis on won’t.

“Sir, Yes Sir.” She says begrudgingly.

He realizes that training her will take some time; though, by the looks of her and the way she handles herself, getting to know her by watching her for the past few months. He knew that all of his patience will be greatly rewarded.

“One Sir per answer is enough.”

His arm raises over her delectable curves, but instead of spanking her again, he rubs his semi calloused hand in big circles, taking the sting out of her flesh.

She whimpers in response to his caring actions.

Her body begins to relax after feeling his soothing touches. Her eyes remain on him, feeling small next to his tall strong build, once again he leans in towards and whispers in her ear.

“It’s a dance, a tango of sorts, which we will learn together.”

He reaches out and places both of his hands on her hips. Leans into her petite frame; and, looks deeply into her eyes and says in a very erotic tone.

“My sweet peach, you and I will become very close.”

He looks intently upon her small five feet four inch frame before stepping back, once again undressing her with his penetrating gaze. His feelings for her contained.

A blush appears up and down her body, feeling heated by his lustful looks. Her eyes swollen from crying, streaks of tears still damp on her cheeks.

His hand sweeps the side of her cheek, wiping the tears off her face and then stroking a cheek with his thumb. He then speaks to her in calm even tones.

“I am not here to hurt you. You are here for training.” A pregnant pause,

“Training to be Mine.”

 

Part Two: Training

Ariele is dizzy under his lewd stares, she lets her breath out slowly, feeling the ground underneath her move slightly. Intake of hot breath, she almost trips leaning to far to the left.

He catches her in his strong embrace, and holds her body close to his for a few moments before lowering himself down and untying the leather straps that bind her ankles together. Demure sounds form a sentence.

“Thank you, Sir.”

His eyes light up momentarily giving his true feelings for her away, but she wasn’t paying attention to the wide eyed puppy dog looks.

“You‘re welcome.” Was his only reply.

He began circling around her body again, his riding crop drawing up between the crack of her butt, and around each nipple, causing them to become erect and wanting attention.

Unconsciously she has had a fantasy about being a love slave for years, but never had the guts to seek out a real experience. Some how what she thought would happen, and what was really about to happen were a very different scenario in her mind.

Every nerve on her body was responding to his every touch. Whether it be with his bare well manicured fingertips or the end of the black leather riding crop. Her body was igniting, with embers burning in her pussy, dripping on her white cotton panties.

Soft moans escape her lips. She looks at him desperately. “ Please, Sir, what ever you do, please don’t hurt me! I have children, I have family. I have friends that love me!”

Once again he leans in her lithe body, letting his nose take in her scent.

“Ariele, all of your friends are aware of this little journey that you and I are going to travel together. Starting now!”

His tones boom in her body, and before she knows what’s happening, his lips press firmly against hers. His mouth opening over her welcoming mouth, his tongue probing out, seeking the sweetness of her tongue. Suckling on it, both tongues swirl and dance together as moment pass.

Fires exchanging and igniting within his loins and hers, both of them feeling the spark of electricity between them. Flickers burning hotter now for both of them.

Not knowing that each of them are on the same page, the flirting begins.

She spreads her legs trying to balance her stance, having her arms still tied behind her, with pleading looks she asks him.

“Please Sir, I promise not to try and runaway, but can you please loosen or unbind my wrists?”

Ariele turns her body around, to let him see how red her wrists are getting. He almost screams and startles her.

“Sam!”

A man the size of a mountain comes bailing in the room.

“Yes Boss?”

“Why are her wrists red?” Angry looks at Sam. “Did I not specifically request she not be hurt?”

Micheal looks at his employee with a disappointed expression.

“Yes Boss, you did.”

“Then why is she hurting?”

“Get the ice, and a something to wrap up her wrists with. On second thought, bring me two ace bandages?”

Ariele was relieved when she heard him speak so concerned for her welfare.

Sam came back into the room, offered Micheal the crushed ice packs and two pink ace bandages as he had requested.

“You may be excused until further notice Sam, and I am very displeased by the way her wrists look. I am holding you accountable for them.”

“Yes, Boss Sir.”

Sam leaves the day room. Off to take care of his masters requests of the day.

Micheal takes Arieles’ hand and guides her to sit on a divan. He places both of her hands on his lap. She stares at him, taking him in. Wondering what kind of man is he, one that can be both a fierce kidnapper and a kind gentle man.

Her interests for him grew immediately as she watched him tend to her sore wrists. Just his warm touch and gentle massaging of tigers balm made them feel better.

His eyes meet hers while he wraps each wrist. Tenderly and patiently placing the ice over her small wrist, and then bandaging each one slowly, making sure it wasn’t wrapped too tightly. Following the instructions of how to wrap a limb on the back of the package.

She laid back against the divan, and then he looked at her, intent on reading her thoughts, and realizing that she was too comfortable, she needed to be taught still that he was the one in control.

He pulls her to a stand and takes her down several stairs and stone hallways, to a door that was locked tight when they stood in front of it.

“ This is the dungeon.”

“ This will be your new home.”

Shocked looks of disbelief standing outside the room, she had no idea that on the other side of the door was her dream room, with every thing she had ever desired.

He had gone to some lengths and spent an unmentionable amount of money making sure that every one of her sexual desires will be satiated in the next coming weeks.

“I am not afraid.” She states adamantly.

“No need to be, for you will be at peace once I have this door open.” He pried the key into the lock and turned it. The heavy door bolted open after the lock was released.

Inside is a queen size captains bed, the drawers under the mattress all filled with sexy lingerie from Victoria Secrets. All of her favorite dress up outfits being replaced, silk stockings galore, garter belts, corsets, heels, teddies, baby doll jammies, and a drawer full of sex toys.

Night stands on each side of the four poster captains bed. Huge posters, that with the right equipment can be used for hours and hours of teasing pleasure. Wicked grins as he thinks of what he will do to her. A swing hangs above the bed.

He takes her hand and leads her into the vast room. Lighting candles to shed light in the darkness. Inside was not at all what she had expected. Instead was this beautiful boudoir that was full of sensual gifts and erotic torture devices.

Her eyes lit up when she saw the hot tub in the corner. She turned her head to look at him, a smile creeping on his face quickly disappears when their eyes meet.

A narrowed glare at her, as he surveys her body in one long hungry state.

Realizing that he has waited long enough to get what he wants. He reaches for her wrists, removing the bandages and ice, inspecting them to make sure she can endure hours of bondage.

“I see your hands have recovered Little One.”

“Yes Sir, they feel much better. Thank you.”

He gently guides her to the wall. He removes her silk blouse, and unhooks the lace bra, sliding it down her arms and tossing it into a hamper in the far left corner of the stone room.

Once her wrists were secured with fur lined leather straps attached to the wall. He unzipped her short black leather skirt, and slid it down over her hips, and down at her feet. He lifted one foot at a time to guide her out of the waist of her skirt. He then tossed the skirt in the same bin as her blouse. He knew he had picked out several outfits for her, that he had purchased at Katherines’ Boutiques, her favorite clothing shop.

Ariele stood there and listened to her inner voice arguing internally.

“I can’t believe you are letting this guy do this stuff to you. Are you freakin’ nuts?”

“I can’t believe how excited I get with butterflies and everything when he kisses me.”

Always the conundrum, ambivalent feelings.

The feeling was soothing to her skin at first as he secured her feet the same way as her wrists, with leather straps lined with fur.

He gently stroked up her legs, from ankles to thighs, to right between her legs at her wet sex. Looking up at her he asks her.

“Tell me about how you are going to make a nice little cock whore for me?”

The question vibrated in her loins, instead of being horribly insulted she was dangerously excited. She was beginning to entertain ideas of intimacy with this man.

“You will become my nasty little whore; and, I, I will become your Master.”

She moans out softly.

“Yes Sir, I want to be your willing little cock slut.”

The words came out before she realized what she just said. And strangely she wasn’t surprised. This attractive man was starting to turn her on.

Micheal reaches out and traces the swell of her breasts with his fingers after he rises from securing her ankles to the wall. He looks directly into her blue eyes.

“I will make you my cock whore, and you will learn to worship like a good little cock slut.” Then a pregnant pause.

“Do you understand this Ariele?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good girl.”

His fingers lace in her hair, looking into your eyes, his breath hot over her parted mouth.

“You want to be my cock whore, don’t you My Sweet Pet?”

His fingers feel between her legs to the secret place that assures him what she is really feeling… Intensity.

She shakes her head back and forth quickly a few times.

He chuckles. “Your body betrays you Little One.”

A smile creeps up on his face, she notices the change in his eyes immediately and is thrilled to see a tender softer side to him albeit briefly. His fingers probe her wet slit, she closes her eyes and moans out.

He knows at that instant she is his, he has to prove it to her now.

Lustful looks at her, lengthy ravenous gazes, his crisp blue eyes penetrating her soul. She can almost hear his masculine tones reverberating in her soul.

“You are mine!”

Micheal knew he had to have her soon, but he didn’t want to give her cock until she begged for it first. He had to know she was his before he blessed her with his love and gift of Domination.

Slowly unbuckling his belt and pulling it off, setting it to the side, looking down into her wide eyes. Unbuttoning and unzipping his Calvin Kline jeans, slowly sliding them down off his hips and kicking them aside, he stood there dressed in black silk boxers, his hard cock evident under the fabric. His eyes never leaving hers, maintaining that piercing intent look.

He leans into her body, pressing his manhood against her thighs.

He hisses in her ear. “You have to ask for it little cock whore of mine.”

She shivers, his hot breath against her neck, the sounds of his words like a spark of flame spreading through her body igniting burning embers in her loins. Her breathless reply is but a whimper.

His fingers tweaked at each one of her taut pinkish nipples, tugging and twisting them between his forefinger and thumb. His left hand moved down her flat belly, over her mound, to her wet inviting slit.

Micheal stood inches from her, stroking his cock in his right hand, squeezing and pinching the head at the end of every stroke.

She could hear him pleasuring himself in front of her. This excited her greatly. More heat seared through her.

He rubbed his fat head against her moistness, twirling the mushroom around her clit in counter clockwise circles.

She sucks in a breath and almost purrs out.

“Cock Sir.”

Laughter is heard. A tug of her hair, pulling her head back, piercing stares into her bedroom blue eyes.

“You will have to do better than that.”

A hard slap is felt on the side of her thigh, burning red now.

“Cock Sir, I need your cock, please let me taste it. I need to have it in my mouth Sir.”

She surprised herself with the genuine whine. She wondered where this was coming from inside her.

He awakened a surreptitious passion in her.

For many years now she had fantasized about giving herself completely to a man.

She wondered if this man standing in front of her, stroking his sex, could he be the one?

Her daydreams stopped abruptly as she felt another smack against her ass cheek.

“Ouch! Hey! That hurt!” She glared at him.

He shut her up by pressing his mouth over hers, terminating her words. Broke the kiss to slap the side of her leg very hard, leaving a welt.

“Do not ever glare at me again,” a deep breath “ And do not ever show me defiance or attitude.”

A gentler tone. “Do you understand little one?”

A fingertip curls under her chin, lifting it closer to his face, his deep gaze pierces her. Glimpses of a smile, then a full mouth kiss, deep, forceful, intent on owning her.

His index finger and thumbs reach up to each brown pinkish nipple, rolling them around, as the kiss intensifies.

His broad hairy leg pressed between her legs, still bound and tied to the wall. He pinched her nipples hard, holding firmly onto them.

“I asked you a question!” Starting with a stern I, with emphasis on you, and then finishing in a softer tone.

Fearful looks up at him. “Yes Sir, I understand,” quivering voice in reply.

“Good girl.” He releases the grip on her taut nipples.

She breathes a sigh of relief, having with stood enough pain thus far.

 

Part Three: The Long Tease

The dungeon is cool this time of evening. The windows are opened to receive the inviting fragrance of jasmine which grows wild in bushes under the window boxes.

Just enough moonlight peers through the windows illuminating the shimmer of her body scantily clad in black lace garter belt and matching silk stockings.

Ariele lays blindfolded, spread eagle on the four poster bed, tied with silk scarves. Her breasts are bound with pretty purple silk rope, only enough to increase stimulation to them. Nipple clamps are applied and connected to a long light weight silver chain.

The chain is attached to a leash, which is held in Micheals tight grasp as he sits in the burgundy leather with his left leg crossed over his right knee. He is considering the list of things he plans on doing to her tonight.

Sensual teases with a long tipped red feather, massage with raspberry kiss kama sutra oil, probing her tight sweet asshole with anal beads, teasing her endlessly with a clit stimulator.

He wonders if she remembers the agreement they made years ago about making their fantasies becoming realities.

Micheal gets up off the claw foot winged back chair and sits on the edge of the bed. He loosens the silk scarves that secure her ankles.

He reaches for a long red tipped feather. He chuckles under his breath as he begins to stroke the silk stockings covering her legs, from feet to mid thigh. Taking his time, curling the tip in every contour and curve of her leg.

He smiles as he watches her body respond to him accordingly to his plan. Goose bumps appear on Ariele flesh, the red tipped feather tickling her skin soothingly.

Even though her wrists are bound and she is unable to move her hands, she still feels like she can touch him, with a word, with a movement, with a sigh or a moan. She knows their bond is growing.

His fingers touch lightly against her thigh as he flicks the garter strap releasing the stocking in both front and back of each leg. Then he rolls the silk stocking slowly down each leg, making a trail of kisses that follow from her thigh all the way down to her toes.

He kisses the top of each toe, suckling each one for a moment. He tosses the stockings on the floor next to the bed, he may decide to use them later when tying her up in another position.

He picks up the bottle of love oil that he purchased at her favorite adult store Erotic Boutique. It’s has been soaking in hot water for an hour or so now. He then opens it, holds the bottle to her nose, so she recognizes the familiar scent of fresh picked raspberries.

He pours the warm oil in the palm of his hand, rubbing them together before placing them both on her left foot. One at a time with a strong but tender touch, he massages her feet.

Ariele moaned out in pure pleasure. “Oh” and then, “ Oh, god that feels so good.” She purred the word good.

She thinks she died and went to heaven. His strong manly hands alleviating any tension she had about him with each tender massage to her feet. He can feel his warm hands permeating her smooth skin, over both her ankles and up the back of her athletic calves.

Deep resonating male tones. “You like this when I touch you My Pet?

“Oh Yes Sir, I do, very much so.” She replies to him sincerely.

Micheal continues to work his way past her ankles, finding the tender spots on each calf, then using both hand with each thigh, lifting her legs in his strong grasp and kneading her firm flesh.

She moans out softly as his hands continue to work their magic on her muscles.

He holds her feet to his face, and sucks her greater left toe into his mouth, nursing on it like it was a nipple feeding him sweet breast milk.

He methodically nurses and suckles on each one of her toes. The sweet taste of the kama sutra oil on his tongue. He licks his way up to the inside of her thigh.

His breath hot on her shaved mound, talking to her as if her hot cunt was her mouth.

“Now my sweet peach, you are going to moan and beg for me, yes My Cherished Pet?” His voice so smooth, so sexy, hearing those words made her instantly hot.

“Yes Sir,” pleading cries, “Sir, I need your hot mouth on my wanting cunt so badly, please I beg you to taste me Sir.” The words need and beg prominently expressed.

Instead of kissing her sweet cunt he pinched each nipple, knowing the blood supply to her sensitive dime size nipples is being cut off from the silk roping. He knew by her reaction that it was pleasurable. She whimpers.

He tugs on the leash that is attached to her nipple clamps. He moves to the other side of the captains bed and sits next to her. Picking up and holding above her hot dripping candle.

She feels something fall upon her clamped nipple. It was warm and soothing.

“More please Sir,” a whine more than a whimper this time.

He drizzles more drops onto both nipples. Leaving a red wax droplet trail from one pinkish tan erect nipple to the other. A few droplets on her peach size areolas.

The smell of black cherry wafts in the room mixing with the raspberry kiss scent. The scent of him, the scent of her perfume, mingling of the fresh fruit scents was erotically intoxicating for them both.

“You are such a good little candle slut, you will be rewarded for your obedience My Pet.”

His hand reaches down and fingers her slit, moist and ready for any intrusion. Two fingers thrusting in and out of her inviting cunt forcefully.

She moans out loud into the cool night air, the power of her breath swaying the candles, causing the flickers to dance.

He hisses at her. “You have to ask for it little cock whore!”

“Oh God, more, please give me cock Sir, I need your cock Sir.”

He laughs at her. “You will have to learn to do much better than that my sweet treat.”

He puts the candle away, and blows it out. He dips his fingers in the glass of ice water and retrieves an ice cube. He sets it on a nipple, holding it there for moments, and then moving to the next nipple. Alternating every two to three minutes. Her nipples become numb with in 5 minutes. Then he removes the nipples clamps.

He lowers his hot mouth onto a rigid cold nipple, and bites down on it, hard, then suckles it hungrily, receiving a nourishing drink. The heat of his mouth melts the cold numbness away leaving throbbing overly sensitive nipples.

She screams out in pleasure from the suckling, her let down reflex flowing in, her toes curling. She can feel the milk rushing into his desirous mouth.

He drinks his treat, his cock throbbing from the erotic nature of his thirst. He must stay in control though. He has to prove to her that she is His. He raises his head and looks at her thoughtfully.

“My Cock is what you crave, right my little cum slut?”

She replies with excited tones, hoping that soon she will get what her mind, body and soul crave most, his super thick man meat. Her mouth begins to drool.

“Oh yes Sir, your cock is what my mouth wants more than anything.”

He straddles her chest, pushing the bound tits together, sliding his rock hard cock in between the gateway to her ravenous mouth. His hands lace through her hair, grasping a handful of it.

“Suck it you little cock whore!”

His demanding tones shock her. He tugs on her hair roughly. Just a minute ago he was being so tender with his touches and gestures, and now his darker side is coming out. Should she fear him again?

Her mouth opens wide to take in the fat mushroom head, not much more than his head will fit in any woman’s mouth. He thinks to himself it is the curse of having a large dick.

Micheal pushes his large cock head deep into her mouth, approaching the opening of her throat. He can feel her tight throat muscles clamping down on his girth, as he pushes past her gag reflex. He lets her throat get used to his thickness by stopping and then moving forward. His hands caress her silky locks.

“That’s a good little cock sucker baby, keep going, keep taking my rock hard rod into your mouth.”

He knows that he needs to pull out soon or she will pass out from lack of oxygen.

He pulls out quickly, and watches as she takes in a huge breath of air. He removes her blindfold and wipes the tears from her eyes.

His mouth lowers over hers and he kisses her tenderly at first, then passionately, yanking her hair, jerking her head back, and placing a passionate kiss on her mouth.

He raises his head over her face, looks deep into her eyes. Then he sets his plump cock head against her bottom lip.

Smacking her lips with his cock. Fat purple head against red ruby lips. He wanted a camera to take a picture. He leans his body far to left and opened the drawer to the nightstand retrieving a digital camera. He places the head of his cock against her sultry lips, leaning back a bit to capture the perfect angle, making sure her fuck me eyes were centered properly. He clicks the snap shot button.

Ariele looked up at him with her best bedroom eyes and cover girl smiles. Feeling the heat of his man meat against her puffy just got fucked looked mouth, she moaned out to him. She opened her mouth wide just as she heard him click the picture.

“You’re going to be my cover girl slut now aren’t you Princess?”

Her pussy twitching at the thought of him taking pornographic pictures of her.

“Yes Sir, I will do anything that you ask.” She replies to him submissively.

Micheal walks around the bed snapping pictures of her at every angle. Close up shots of her wanton cunt and perky asshole will become screen savers for him later.

With her best fuck me looks at him Ariele whimpers and pleads. “ Sir, please Sir, please let me taste your cock. I desire your cock, I need it with all that I am Sir. ”

She wonders where this obedience is coming from with in her, and realizes that he makes her pussy sizzle, and she wants his cock and is willing to do what ever she needs to get it. Her mission to suck and fuck has begun.

He smirks at her, she wants cock, she will get it. He rings a bell, summoning in Sam, his trusted employee.

He unties her wrists, making sure that there is no damage done to her.

“Get on your hands and knees my little cock starved whore,” pauses “and await your destiny.”

She rubs her wrists, looking up at him intently, wondering what plans he has for her. Her pussy tingles in anticipation as she waits for his next instruction.

Part Four: For An Eternity

Sam walks into the dungeon, the cool night air hits his face. He doesn’t know why he is called down to see Micheal.

“Yes Boss?”

Micheal looks over at his prize, almost naked, hands and knees on the bed. He strokes her ass and her exposed cunt.

“Isn’t this the prettiest pussy you have ever seen?”

Embarrassed looks at him. “Uh, yes Boss.” His big thick dark dick twitches in his jeans as he watches Micheal petting her pretty playboy pussy. He looks at her hungrily.

“What are you are waiting for, I want you to fuck her. She is a greedy needy little cock slut, and I want to reward her for her good behavior.”

He runs his fingers through her silky hair petting her while he watches Sam disrobe. He never knew how big his dick was until now, he had his ideas, but the thick hard rod that stood at attention was a bit intimidating, even for him.

“You are going to show me what a good little fuck toy you are, aren’t you my cherished Pet?” then he asks, “You will take all the cock I give you, won’t you my sweet treat?”

Sam walks towards Ariele as she waits patiently on hands knees on the bed. The silk Japanese style roping still decorating her vivacious body. He holds his large hand over her ass, and looks up at Micheal for permission to continue. Micheal nods, and he caresses her soft round ass cheeks.

“Yes Sir, this hungry whore will take all the cock you give me.”

She turns her head to look at Sam, eyes widen when she catches a glimpse of his over large milk chocolate thick member. She gulps and swallows then turns her head to face Him.

He reads her mind, smiles tenderly at her. “You did just tell me you would be a good cock slut, yes?” Then in a sterner voice he asks. “You will honor your words, yes?” He tugs on her hair as he looks down at her.

Earnest looks up at him, “ Yes Sir, I will do as you say.”

He responds by caressing her cheek. Tender looks into her eyes.

Sam looks at her cleanly shaven pussy, wet from teasing, her butterfly lips are open as if to invite him for a taste.

He stands behind her and strokes his rock hard member with one hand as the other hand pets her pussy.

Ariele feels his large fingers groping her, surprised that she was so willing to let a stranger touch her that intimately. Her internal dialogue argues. I’m a slut, I can’t believe I am letting this man touch me this way.

Then the other side speaks to her. I’m a slut! Yes! I am a slut! I celebrate being His cock slut, His cock whore, His baby slut, His nasty slut, His cum slut, His fuck toy.

The thoughts made her cunt twitch and spread heat through out her. Her eyes dilate, her heart begins to beat faster as she begins to realize her destiny in this mans life.

She looks up at Micheal lovingly, happy that he has released this neediness with in her.

He looks down at her with knowing looks, then turns his attentions to Sam and his assignment to fuck his soon to be wife.

Sam slides the head of his cock up and down her moist glossy pink slit. Pops his cock head right into her tight little fuck hole.

Micheal continues to run his fingers through Arieles’ auburn hair, soothing tones as he watches Sams body movements, knowing he has penetrated her, and knowing the girth of his shaft might be too much for her to take.

“That’s a girl my sweet, take all the cock, relax that pussy of yours, concentrate on my voice, concentrate on me.”

“Yes Sir.” Was all she could say, she was doing her best to accommodate the massive penis that was invading her wanting cunt.

Sam pushed his big dark cock into Arieles’ tight soaked pussy, closing his eyes enjoying living a fantasy he has had for many months. He would never tell Micheal that he lusted over his fiancée. As he fucked her he thought how ecstatic he was to be Micheals employee and the perks that were included in the job.

Ariele screamed out as he forced his mass into her tight pussy. It was a pleasurable pain as he moved in and out of her. Her cunt responded, adapting to his thrusts, relaxing her pussy more and more with each thrust.

“Good girl, now I am going to reward you for your good behavior.”

Micheal continued to stroke silky strands of hair, then grabs a fistful of her, placing the plump mushroom head of his cock onto her bottom lip, sliding it back and forth across her full mouth.

Ariele moans out in pleasure, and with pleading eyes opens her wanton lips, needing to have her mouth stuffed full of his rock hard cock.

Reading her mind he says softly. “No, not yet my pet, you must wait until I feed it to you.”

Her eyes blink, the look on her face almost pained as she feels Sams cock driving deeper inside her, filling up her soaked tight cunt. He grunts and thrusts into her, ramming his thick rod in and out of her.

He hands Sam the black anal beads. “ You know what to do with these.”

Sam, wanting to please his boss and himself as well, takes them and presses the smallest one against Ariele tight puckered cherry asshole. Spitting on it to lubricate the ball so that it goes in smoothly.

He repeats these steps until every last anal bead is secure in her tight ass, he tugs at the end of the chain and releases the last one, only to press it firmly back into her fixed ass again.

Micheal knew this was the perfect time to give her what he knew she needed. He pressed his cock head into her mouth.

“Suck it my sweet princess.” His tones commanding.

Obediently she obeys, opening her mouth wider for him, suckling on him like a newborn baby, hungry for mothers milk. She looks at him with her fuck me eyes as he feeds her, pushing and forcing his cock down her throat stretching it wider.

Sam continues to hammer her honey sweet pussy, the scent of her sweetness wafting in the air. His huge balls smack against her clit, as his hips pound against wet cunt.

Micheal thrusts his hips against her face, holding her head steady, intense passionate looks down at her, force feeding her what he knows she craves. His cock throbbing in her tight throat, almost cutting off her oxygen supply.

He removes his prick from her mouth, long enough for her to catch her breath, only to shove it back in. Pounding her face like it was a pussy, needing to release his satisfaction, but holding onto it until she begs. He pulls out of her mouth.

“Give me cock, make me your dirty nasty slut, oh please Sir, please let me taste your hot cum, I need it so badly, my mouth yearns for your fulfillment!”

He hears her moans and cries for sustenance from him, and she knows with out a doubt this is the man she wants to spend the rest of her life with.

He thrusts his love meat down her throat and releases his passion into it. Removing it as he continues his orgasm and sprays her face with creamy hot cum.

“That’s a good little cum slut, drink all of my seed, keep your mouth wide open so I can feed what I know you hunger most for.”

Ariele felt him unload into her throat, the hot seedy semen spewed down it and she swallowed the cum greedily. She sucked his fat mushroom head as he pulled out, not wanting to let go.

Sam hears Micheals moan putting him over the edge, he grabs Arieles’ curvy hips and with one last arching thrust he rams his cock into her depths, releasing pulsating sperm into her tight slippery pussy.

He pulls the string of anal beads out of her ass, watching them pop out of her, releasing one at a time. He tosses the beads onto the bed.

Ariele moans out in unbridled passion, her body shaking from being fucked at both ends at once.

Her pussy and ass throb missing Sams gifts inside her.

The smell of sex and body heat fills the air.

Sam pulls his long limp dick out of her, rubbing the excess cum onto her ass in small circles with his plump purplish head. Smalls beads of sweat glistens at his brow, he wipes it off with the back of his hand. Arieles’ body was moist from perspiration, her ass arched in the air shimmering in the light.

Sam bends over to retrieve his dark denim jeans off the floor. He stands and begins to put them on.

Micheal walks over and pats him on the back, “Thanks Sam, I owe you one.”

“Wasn’t that the sweetest piece of ass you have ever had?”

"Yes Boss." Flustered, he doesn't know what else to say.

Sam, finished with gathering his personal belongings leaves the dungeon. Closing the door behind him.

Micheal turns and looks at Ariele, still on her hands and knees, her body glistening in the candle lit dungeon.

He walks over to her, lightly cups her chin his hand, holding his cock head to her lower lip, smearing her with a light gloss of cum.

“Did you enjoy that my sweet peach?” He asks her in tender tones.

“Oh Yes Sir!” The look in her eyes was all he needed to see.

“Good girl.”

Her pussy tingling immediately warming to those two little words.

He says to her with compassionate loving tones. “It pleases me to hear you say that kitten.”

He opens a jewelry box, and places the leather braided heart locked choker around her neck. “You are mine, born to serve me, created to compliment me in every way.”

Ariele fingers the necklace, knowing in her heart of hearts that she was destined to kneel at Micheals feet for an eternity.

Her smiles reflect the elation she feels knowing she is His.

Micheal picks her up, sweeps her into his arms and carries her upstairs into his bedroom. He lays her on the bed, and covers her with a black satin sheet.

He joins her on the bed, wrapping his strong arms around her waist, spooning her, the gentle sound of her slumber lulling him to sleep.

He closes his eyes and he goes over the days events. He hopes that he has fulfilled this fantasy for her the night before their wedding. The last thing he hears before going to sleep is her mumbling.

“I love you, thank you for fulfilling yet another one of my fantasies.”

Thwack!  "Never,"  Thwack!  "ever,"  Thwack!  "EVER!"  Thwack!  "touch me with your hands, without permission, slave!"

vomit felt his fingertips stinging, raging with pain, and fought back tears.

"On the floor.  Back against the toilet.  NOW!"

He dropped to hands and knees, and scurried across the bathroom to comply.  Mistress usually relieved herself after a bath, and the slave opened his mouth wide to receive her golden nectar.  He closed his eyes tight, not permitted to gaze at Mistress Black's smooth, muscular beauty.
 
"Close your mouth, slave!" she commanded.

He obeyed, and felt himself being showered with Mistress' pee, spraying all over his face, his shaved head, down his torso.  Dripping down his arms, his legs.  The scent of her piss made his cock want to rise, and he had to fight hard to keep it soft, even as his gasps for breath snuffled the droplets of her pee, noisily, into his nostrils.  His mouth tightened with the effort, of remaining soft... and quiet...  Suppressing the need to open his mouth, and feel the long, warm stream against his tongue, down his throat, warming his insides, soothing him...  All denied...  Denied, and dribbling down his chin and neck, onto the floor... cooling...

"Now," Mistress said, "Clean up this mess.  With your tongue, slave.  Every drop.  Lick it up -- but you're NOT allowed to swallow!"  She chuckled.  "Your punishment.  Spit EVERY drop into the toilet.  Then do your usual clean-up."  She reached a hand into the bathwater and splashed it a couple of times.  "And wash yourself up.  You're disgusting!  You can use TWO handfuls of my bathwater, no more!"

"Yes, Mistress," vomit answered.

"Did I say you could speak?"  Mistress raised her hand, ready to deliver a blow if the slave replied.  Wisely, he only shook his head.  Good.  She wasn't feeling kindly enough to the little slug to hurt her hand enough to punish him.

The slave leaned forward, and began licking Mistress Black's pee off the floor tiles.  Getting a mouthful, crawling over to the toilet, spitting.

Of course, since he was of no use for dressing her, Mistress had to put on her bathrobe herself.  He would suffer more for that... later...

She walked out the door, down the hall, to the living room.  Her easy chair was properly arranged, with a glass of Chablis and a small plate of grapes and cheese.  Mistress eased herself down into the chair, enjoying the soft embrace of the smooth leather surface.

"Would Mistress like this slave to brush out her hair?"

The voice came from behind Mistress Black.  Her new slave, Sheila.  The young auburn-haired woman didn't have a slave name, yet.  She had not yet shown Mistress, what she would find to be truly demeaning.

"You will kneel in front of me, before you dare speak to me, slave," Mistress replied.  "Bring the riding crop from the wall behind you."

In a moment, Sheila appeared before Mistress, in a tight French maid's uniform, made entirely of rubber.  The skirt was short, not quite long enough to cover her closely shaved pussy in front, nor her smooth, round buttocks in back.  She knelt in front of the chair, arms extended up and forward, holding the riding crop high and horizontal.

"Not quite level, slave," Mistress chided her.  "Which end should be higher?  THINK!  Correct it, NOW!"

Flustered, Sheila looked up at the riding crop, trying to figure which hand needed to be raised.

"Eyes DOWN!  Learn to do it by feel!" Mistress Black commanded.

Sheila looked at the rug beneath her, carefully imagining what her hands must look like.  Right side higher, she guessed... hoped...  She raised the left side, just a little.  And waited.  She could hear the clock over the mantle, counting off the seconds.  Tick, one...  Tick, two...  Had she gotten it right?

Suddenly, she felt the crop removed from her hands.

"Better..." Mistress began, "but not high enough."  Thwack!  She struck Sheila's left hand, the blow stinging against her knuckles.  "You will try harder, next time."

"Y--"  Sheila cut herself off before getting too far with her response of "Yes, Mistress."  She pressed her lips tightly together and nodded.

"Good girl," said Mistress.  "Now, straddle my right foot.  Push your pussy down onto it."  Sheila walked forward on her knees, and sank down onto Mistress' foot.  "That's right, get it deep up inside there."

Mistress gently stroked Sheila's left cheek with the riding crop, teasing her.  Then the right cheek, as she sank deeper onto Mistress' toes, wiggled her hips, then sank further, her own buttocks pressed against the backs of her high-heeled pumps.  Mistress wiggled her toes, and Sheila gasped, trying to hold her hips still.  Staring at the floor, struggling NOT to look at Mistress' strong, smooth thighs.  Mistress Black pushed her foot up... and down... up... and down...  Tears formed in Sheila's eyes, as she tried to suppress the need to squeal, to moan...  Up... and down...  Suddenly, she felt a pulling, a drawing, as Mistress removed her foot from Sheila's cunt.

"I need a foot massage, slave," Mistress said, still caressing Sheila's face, one side then the other, with the riding crop.  "With your tongue, and your fingers.  Down on the floor, NOW, and please your mistress!"

"Y--"  Ohhh, so hard to stop speaking!  Sheila dropped immediately, face to Mistress' wet foot, and began kneading her toes, squeezing, licking and kissing.  Tasting her own juices on Mistress' foot.

vomit appeared from the next room, smelling slightly of strawberry bubble bath, crawling across the floor and carrying a cell phone.  He stopped near Mistress' chair, still looking downward, and held the phone up to Mistress.

"Who is it?" Mistress demanded.  "Answer, slave."

"It is MzDominica, Mistress," vomit replied.  He still held the phone high, and Mistress Black could see from the display that the "mute" button was activated.  She took the phone from vomit, and he curled to the floor in a little ball, awaiting instructions.

A click of the button, and Mistress Black answered, pleasantly.  "Hello, MzDominica!  How are you?"

"I am fine, Mistress Black.  Thanks for asking.  You are well too?"

"Oh yes!  Just enjoying a quiet evening at home."  Sheila had completely cleaned all her juices off Mistress Black's right foot.  Mistress slapped the girl's buttock with the crop, and presented her left foot, wiggling her toes slightly.  She was pleased when Sheila crawled forward again, rose upward, and pushed her cunt down onto Mistress' left foot, eyes on the floor.

"Mmmmm... I'm sure it's a lot like MY quiet evenings at home," Dominica replied.  "I wanted to talk about the slaves you have been sending my way."

"Yes...?" Mistress Black replied.

"They have been very responsive!  And very helpful with the spring planting, and tending crops through the summer..."

"I'm glad to hear that!"

"Yes...  A session or two in your 'decompression chambers,' and they somehow find themselves taking a long drive up in the mountains, looking for a vacation for a week or two."  MzDominica chuckled.  "Of course, once they've been here a while, and I've got them thoroughly trained, I send them back out!  With more... complicated tasks to perform..."

"Then our agreement is working out!" Mistress Black concluded.

There was a brief silence at the other end of the phone.

"Mistress Black," Dominica continued.  "Since fall began, the number of new slaves has been dropping...  Are you experiencing some kind of a problem?"

"No..." Mistress Black replied, "no problems.  The relaxation chambers are working fine, and business is great, at all 800 of my franchises."

"Then why have the slaves stopped coming?" Dominica asked.

Mistress Black pulled her left foot out of Sheila's pussy, and gently tapped the back of her head with the riding crop.  The girl knelt down on all fours and began kneading and sucking Mistress' left foot.

"I'm surprised to hear that," Mistress Black said, flatly.  "I'll have to check into it."

Another pause at the other end.

"Please do," MzDominica continued.  "I have a large harvest that needs to be gotten in!"

"Certainly, MzDominica," Mistress Black said.  "I'm glad you brought this to my attention.  Mmmmm... I need to hang up now, something's come up."

"Of course," said MzDominica.  "I'll talk to you later."

Mistress Black pressed the button to disconnect, and tapped the cell phone on the top of vomit's bald head.  He reached up and took the phone.  Mistress then returned her attentions to the panting maid in front of her.  She laughed, quietly.

A thousand miles away, MzDominica pressed a button on her phone.  She looked at her accountant, who knelt at her feet, also awaiting orders.  "Find out what's going on," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," the slave replied.  He crawled out of Dominica's office, through the tiny slave door.  Once inside his own office, he stood up, picked up his own phone, and dialed a number.  "This is 27.  You must obey Dominica.  Execute protocol 77."

"I must obey Dominica," came the voice from the other end.  "It will be done."

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More to come, later!

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Well, as things would have it Regina moved up the seniority pole fastly by becoming a supervisor.  She was placed in a different area from Danny and he didn't get to see her that often.  After about three months Danny was working in the area right next to the machines Regina was supervising.  Danny noticed her talking with another supervisor at about thirty yards in front of him.  She moved a bit and her top portion was covered up by the machine she was leaning against.  From the waist down was all Danny could see.  For the first time he noticed that she had a really prominent looking plump crotch on her.  The definite outlines of her extended mound was plain to see.    He then concluded that after three kids this was expected.  Staring at her mid-section in a day dream, Danny didn't realize that he was staring a little too hard and Regina in her intelligence quickly saw where he was looking.  She approached him smiling real big and asked him "Why don't you come work on this machine with me?  I'll make sure you get plenty of work to keep you busy."  He didn't have a chance to answer because Regina was called back to her machine. 

About five or six hours later toward the end of his shift Danny saw Regina walking towards him again.  He couldn't help but take a quick glance down at her puffy pussy poking out, and of course she caught him but held the smile back through her tough discipline.  "I'm gonna need you to go to the other side of the factory Danny and gather five boxes of paper for the printer."   So Danny took off to the far corner of the factory in a little remote area behind a bunch of stacked pallets.  There was an old office there that had now been turned into a storage room.  He entered the room and zig-zagged his way through the borders and wood to the stacked boxes of printer paper.  He heard the door close behind him and turned to see Regina with a shit eating grin before him.  She let her hand graze over her pussy mound to signal what she wanted.

Danny backed himself up into a corner as she sexily swayed towards him.  "Show me how much you want it.  You've been staring at it all day," Regina said in a low but forcefull voice.  Standing before his five foot ten stature Regina looked short at five foot four but made it up with the way she carried herself.  Danny dropped to his knees and Regina swiftly had her female privates right in his face.  "Kiss it all over like a good submissive boy," she sexually teased and grabbed his skull forcing it into her meaty crotch.  Danny pulled at each of her plump pussy lips with his mouth causing her to get excited.  "I want to see you jack that meat while I lower my jeans," Regina growled and then began stripping from the waist down after kicking off her loafers.

After he had his hard dick out and his jeans around his ankles Regina threw him a curve after unbuttoning and unzipping she stopped before lowering her jeans.  "Kiss my feet slave," she ordered at which he promptly got on.  "You always knew I was a dominatrix at heart," she moaned and then added "and I always knew you wanted me to dominate you."  Sucking her toes now with earnest Regina then commanded Danny "Now pull my jeans down but not my panties."  He admired her white cotton lace panties with a sexy looking bulge poking out.  "Now remove my panties and keep jerking off."  He did so to reveal a sandy blond pussy with more brown hair mixed in with the dirty blond pubes.   "Take a good look at my cunt worm, your gonna be up to your ears in it in a second."  Regina then mashed Danny's mouth over her chubby pussy and began rotating her hips in wide circles to his lapping efforts.  "Eat my hot pussy good boy...yeah...just like that."  For twenty minutes or so they kept at it until Regina's dam broke and she flood his mouth and face with her tangy pussy juices, just as Danny shot his load across the factory floor.  Unknown to both of them bull-dyke Lou watched it all off in a corner

        When she finally climbed out of bed she stripped down and stood in front of the mirror admiring her body.  It was almost an everyday ritual for her.  She would stand there and push and pull her boobs together and apart, pinch them, rub them and anything else that she might think of.  Next she would run her hands down over the rest of her body making sure to touch every inch of it.  She was pretty much in love with herself.

        Once she was finished, she would get dressed and then make herself some breakfast.  Most of the time it was two eggs, two pieces of bacon with a slice of toast and some milk or orange juice.  Today she decided to just have a bagel with cream cheese and strawberry jelly along with some cranberry juice.

        Once she was finished with breakfast she would go outside so she could take her usual morning walk.  Everyone she knew didn’t understand why she took those walks in the morning because it didn’t help her one damned bit even though she said it was helping her loose weight.

        Michelle finally arrived back at her house about 30 minutes later and noticed that someone was moving in next to her.  She just had to know who it was so she headed straight over there.  Once she arrived at the new neighbors’ driveway she spotted Derek coming outside from carrying some boxes in.

        Michelle started getting wet just from the site of him.  She couldn’t believe that someone like this was moving in next to her.  That right there began to give her all kinds of ideas.

        Derek wasn’t expecting to find someone outside his house waiting for him but he was actually glad that he did.  When he saw Michelle standing there he was already thinking about how he was going to get her in his bed after he had his fun with her. 

        Derek was 29 yrs old, 6’ 2’, 195 lbs, brown curly hair, blue eyes and a body that was damned muscular; he could get any girl he wanted, even if he didn’t want them.  The one thing about Derek that nobody ever figured out was that he could read people very easily. 

        Michelle walked up to him and introduced herself.  “Hi.”  Michelle said with a huge smile on her face.  “I’m Michelle.  I live in the house next to you.”  She extended her hand out to Derek who immediately took a hold of it with his.

         “Hello, I’m Derek.  Well as you can see I’m just starting to move in over here.”  He kept looking over her whole body.  He could already see that she was one of those girls who thought she was better than every other girl around.  That right there he didn’t like.  He knew right away that he was going to have to change that in her.

        “Well I hope you like it here.  It’s a really nice neighborhood to live in.  You just have to watch out for some of the people around here.”  Michelle said to Derek while looking all around her as if someone might hear what she was saying.

        Derek thought to him self.  “Yeah I would say that one of them is standing right here in front of me.”  She might be able to fool other people but she sure as hell wasn’t going to fool him.

        “Well I guess I’ll have to keep an eye out for them.  Well I better get back to unloading the rest of the truck.  If you’re not busy tomorrow maybe you can come over and have dinner with me.

        Michelle wasn’t surprised that he was already inviting her over for dinner tomorrow night.  She was completely certain that it would happen.  She didn’t know that he had more in store for her than just dinner and maybe some sex.  Oh hell no.  There was definitely going to be more.  He just had to wait and see how long it would take to control her. 

        Once she was back at her house she got ready to go to work for the next 10 hrs.  The whole time she would be wondering what tomorrow night was going to be like.

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        The next day Derek had everything in its place in his new house.  He had thought about yesterday when Michelle came over.  Apparently she never noticed that for the last week Derek has been over there getting some changes made to some of the house.  One of the things he changed was one of the bedrooms which he painted completely black and red.  The carpet that was in there was replaced with a deep plush red carpet.  The window’s he covered with red curtains that where then covered with black lace panels.  In the center of the room he set up a 4 post bed.  This wasn’t your usual 4 post bed.  This one had connectors fastened to each post.  Each connector was about a foot apart from the next one.  There were 4 to each post.  When he made the bed he put red satin sheets with black satin pillow cases. 

       Over along the opposite wall from the bed was a tall cabinet.  On the top part were 2 doors that swung out away from each other.  Inside those doors were his tools for pleasure and pain. 

       On the right and left side of the cabinet hung razor straps, a split leather slapper, crops, canes and ticklers.

       On the very back wall of the cabinet hung an assortment of wrist and ankle restraints, collars and other assorted items.

       Sitting in the center of the upper part of the cabinet Derek had a small metal box that he kept an assortment of nipple clamps in ranging from a set of Japanese nipple clamps that would tighten the more you moved around or pulled on the chain, to spiked, weighted and vibrating ones that you could adjust the speed of them.

        In the one drawer he kept an assortment of erotic leather clothing for the one being punished.   Then in the other drawer were the masks, hoods and other assorted leather garments that he might decide to wear if he chose to. 

        Finally, the room was just the way he wanted it.

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        At 6 pm Michelle headed over to Derek’s house.  She wasn’t exactly sure of what to expect over there.  She could already smell the aroma of the food that he was cooking and which assured her that dinner was going to be really good.  She arrived at the door and rang the bell.

        When Derek opened the door he was amazed at how beautiful she was.  He almost forgot his plans for that night. 

        Michelle was wearing a light blue dress that wasn’t cut very low but with the size of her breast’s it seemed lower than it really was.  The dress was just long enough to come too just above her knees so it left her calves completely exposed.

Finally he snapped out of the trance she seemed to be putting him under and went back to how that night was going to be.  He immediately knew he was going to enjoy this evening.

        Derek welcomed her inside.  “Come in Michelle.  Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes.  If you want, you can have a seat her in the living room.  I hope you don’t mind but I took the liberty of just going ahead and making dinner without asking you exactly what you like.”

        “Oh that’s just fine Derek.  From what I could smell from outside it smells delicious.  There really isn’t a lot of food that I don’t like so I’m sure I will love what you made.”

        “That’s good to hear.  By the way, you look really beautiful tonight.”  Derek said while looking at her breasts and imagining the things he could and would do to them.

        Michelle actually felt herself blush but she knew that with the make-up she was wearing there was no way Derek would be able to notice.  “Well thank you Derek.  You’re just too sweet.”  Michelle gave him the look that she would give men. It always seemed to make them forget what they were doing.  She could see it was having some affect on him.     

        Derek could feel himself getting pulled into her trance and almost had to slap himself.  “Damn. I’m the one who is supposed to be controlling her.  Not her controlling me.  Derek started looking Michelle completely over this time instead of just her breasts.  Just the thought of what he was going to do to her tonight was getting him aroused.    He had to excuse himself for a few minutes so his cock would go back down.  If it would have gotten any harder he would have been in the bathroom or his bedroom stroking furiously.

        When Derek came back into the living room he announced that dinner was ready and offered her his arm and then escorted her to the table where everything was already served on the plates and the wine had already been poured in lead crystal glasses.

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        Once dinner was over and everything washed and put away they went and sat in the living room on the couch.  Michelle noticed a slight change in the way Derek was acting.  She noticed that he was starting to get a little more forceful in what he was saying to her.  Like instead of asking her if she wanted more wine he would just tell her to drink some more.  After several glasses of it she was starting to feel light headed.

        Derek noticed how the wine was starting to affect her and started to move forward with his plan.  He reached over and pulled her towards him.  His mouth just inches away from hers.  He could see that he startled her by the look on her face but she never attempted to pull away from him.  It was very apparent that she wanted to fuck with him but before any of that would ever happen she was going to have to be a good slave and do what she was told.

        Derek stood up from the couch and commanded her to stay where she was.  He was only half way to the hall that led to his special room when he heard her get up off the couch.  Derek turned around towards her.  “I see you will need to be trained.  Your definitely not one for doing as your told.”

        “You don’t tell me what to do.”  Michelle told him. While having some trouble standing because of all the wine she drank.

        Derek turned away and headed down the hall to the room.  When he returned he had a black leather collar, with red hearts inlayed down the center and lined with red suede.  On the front of it was a 2” O-ring for attaching a leash and the on the back was a silver pad lock.  Derek removed the lock and threw the collar to Michelle and ordered her to put it on.

        Michelle stood there in shock.  She couldn’t believe that he wanted her to wear this thing.  She threw the collar over on the couch.  “Hell no, I’m not putting that damned thing on.  The only thing that I am going to do is go home.”  With that said Michelle started to head for the door.  Before she had even took three steps she felt a sharp sting across her ass.  She let out a scream from the pain and spun around.  Just two feet from her was Derek.  In his hand was a 24” flogger.  It was black and tan with 20 leather falls hanging from the handle.  She never saw it in his hand when he returned to the living room.  She figured he must have been hiding it behind his back.

        “Now are you going to be a good girl or do I have to flog your ass again?”  Derek said while holding the flogger in both hands and pulling the leather flogs tight.  “You seem to want to be a bad girl.  I guess if that’s how you want to be then I guess you will have to be punished.”  Derek started to head for her with his arm cocked back. 

       “Ok! Ok!”  Michelle almost screamed at him.  This was really starting to scare the shit out of her.  “She started heading for the couch.  When she got there she picked up the collar, in trembling hands and put it around her neck and fastened it.  “There are you happy now.” She said in an angry tone.

        “Silence slave.  You don’t speak unless I say so and you most certainly don’t speak to me in that tone of voice.  Now turn around.”

        Michelle did as she was told.  Once her back was facing Derek she felt him roughly push her hair out of the way and attach the lock.

        “Now turn back around.” 

        Michelle started to say something but decided that maybe she should just be quiet. 

        “Lift your head up.”  When Michelle lifted her head up Derek attached an 18” leash to the collar and started to lead her towards the room.

        Michelle started to pull away when Derek headed down the hall, pulling her right behind him.  Without any warning she saw Derek turn around and then felt the leather straps across her thigh.  She could feel the whelps already starting to rise up on her skin.  Finally she quit pulling and followed Derek to wherever he was taking her.

        When Derek got to the door he pushed it open.  “Get in there and don’t waste any time.”

        Michelle almost ran in the room just to make sure she wouldn’t get hit with that thing again.  Once she was in there she froze in fear of what she was looking at.  It was hard for her to believe that this man was into this kind of stuff.

        Once in the room Derek locked the door so she would have no escape.  He then headed over to the cabinet, pulling Michelle roughly behind him. Once over there he opened up one of the drawers to find something that he thought would look good on her.  He pulled out a Black Swirl Corsette Harness, Fishnet Stockings, a black pair of 4” high heeled shoes that he was almost certain would fit her and a pair of Crotchless Leather Thong underwear.  He threw them to her and told her to change into them.

        You can change right over there in that bathroom but you can’t close the door.  I will be standing right outside.  I suggest you hurry.  You only have about 5 minutes.  For every minute longer you will be punished.  Now go and do as I say.”

        Michelle started to head for the bathroom when she was suddenly pulled back hard which actually hurt her neck a little.

        “Slave, what do you say after I tell you to do something?”

        “Yes sir.”  Michelle said to Derek.

        “No.  You say yes Master.  That is what you say.  Now come over here.”

        “Yes Master.”  Michelle walked over to him.  She felt his hand under her chin and push her head up a little so he could undo the leash.

        “Now you can go change.  That should make it a little easier for you, now get moving.”

        “Yes Master.  I will go and change for you.”

        “Good girl.  You’re starting to learn.”

        Once Michelle was in the bathroom Derek started to pull his clothes off and put on a leather jock strap with a red stripe down along the crotch that could be easily removed to reveal a slit for easy access to his cock and a Guillotine Hood to add the perfect affect of adding a little mystery and fear to all of this.  He knew that when she came out of there and saw him dressed like this it would add just enough terror in her eyes to make him happy.

        When Michelle walked out of the bathroom she had her arms covering her breasts.  She was feeling really ashamed of the way she was dresses and was worried about what Derek had planned for her.  Once she noticed him standing there wearing the black leather thong and the hood, she almost ran back in the bathroom but she didn’t want him getting upset with her and beating her with that thing anymore.  She wasn’t sure how long she was in the bathroom changing but she was certain it was longer than he wanted.

        “I see you’re finally finished.  Now get over here in front of me.”

        Michelle did as she was told.  As soon as she had walked over to Derek, he commanded her to hold out both arms in front of her.  When she did that he attached wrist restraints to both wrists and then ankle restraints to her ankles.  She noticed that all the restraints had the same design of red heart inlays on the collar.

        “Now get over there and stand at the foot of the bed.”  Derek commanded. 

        “Yes Master.”  Michelle was shaking all over.

        Derek came over to the bed and lifted her arms up and connected the restraints to the top of the two posts and then her ankles at the bottom.

        “Why are you doing this to me?”  Michelle asked and then she remembered what she didn’t say.  She knew what was coming next.

        Derek already had the flogger in his hand.

        “CRACK!!!!” 

        That one was right across her bare ass.  Derek reached out with one hand and ran his fingers across the whelps that the strips of leather made on her skin.

        “I see that you have already forgotten you manners wench.  What a shame.  Derek went back over to the cabinet and pulled out a little box.  He carried it over to the bed and set it down.  Slowly he opened it to reveille several sets of nipple clips.

        When Michelle saw what was in there she remembered one of her friends telling her that her boyfriend put some of them on her and that the damned things hurt.  “Master I’m sorry.  Please Master I won’t do it again.  I will be a good wench for you and do as I am told.”  She was begging.  That was something she has never done in her life.

        “It’s a little late for that now slave.”  Derek pulled out a set and clamped them to both of her nipples. 

        They didn’t hurt at first but them she realized that there were adjusters on them so he could make them tighter or loosen them up.  Apparently they were loose because when he started turning the little knob on them she could feel the pain start to go through her.

        Michelle almost screamed but stopped herself.  She stood there hoping that the pain would go away.  Then she noticed that he reached back in the box and pulled out one more nipple clip.  She started to wonder what the hell he was going to do with that one.  She watched as he tightened it a little and then clipped it to his tongue to check how tight it was going to be.

        “That will work nicely.  He said to her.  Next he started to reach between her spread legs and started to rub her clit.  He discovered that she was already wet and her clit was sticking out nicely.  “I see you must like this.  What a naughty girl you are.”  He said to her.  Then he reached towards her clit and attached the clamp.  She could already feel it vibrating.

        Michelle fought from trying to pull away so she stood as still as she could.  Yes she was wet.  She didn’t understand why.  This is something she thought was totally weird and never looked as if it was something she would be interested in trying.  All of a sudden she felt the clip that he just attached to her clit start to vibrate.  Michelle let out a moan that felt like it came from the bottom of her toes.

        “Oh I see you like that too.  What am I going to do with you? I know exactly what you need.”  Derek walked back over to the cabinet and pulled out a paddle made of solid wood.  “Looks like you cute little ass just isn’t red enough.”

        Michelle looked over her shoulder to see what he was planning to do.  She didn’t like what she saw.  She watched as Derek walked back over to her and started to rub the paddle across her already sore, bare ass.  The wood was cold against her skin, which made her shiver.  Then she felt the first strike of the wood against her ass with two more just seconds apart.

     SMACK!!   SMACK!!   SMACK!!      

        Derek gave her three good swats with the paddle.  He was completely enjoying how her ass would jiggle every time the paddle would come in contact with her skin.  With every swat of the paddle his cock wound get a little harder.  He could hear her try and muffle her cry’s from each of the swats, but he was also hearing little moans escape from her lips after every cry.

        Derek moved directly behind her.  He took the paddle and leaned it over to the side of the bed and then placed both of his hands on her red and extremely soar ass.  He could feel every raised welt from the flogging that he had given her.  With every movement of his hands he would hear Michelle start to whimper.  He knew right away that he was a little rougher than he should have been but that was okay though.  After a day or so the pain wouldn’t be so bad.  The one problem that she was going to have, was trying to sit down for the next day or so.  That actually put a smile on his face.  It would be a good reminder of the way she didn’t listen.  He really didn’t mean to make it hurt as much as it did but sometimes he would just get completely lost in all the fun he was having.

        Michelle was really confused.  She was in pain but she was actually starting to enjoy it.  To her that didn’t make any sense.  She had read about this kind of thing but never thought it would happen to her.  She could feel something start to run down the inside of her legs.  First she thought that maybe he had beat her so bad that she was bleeding but when she looked down she realized what it was.  She actually had an orgasm and didn’t realize it had happened.

        Derek looked down and noticed what had happened.  He’s never done this with a woman that would have an orgasm that soon on the first time.  He figured she was really starting to get into it.

        “Ah I see my little slave is starting to really enjoy this.  Does my little slave want her Master to do anything for her? If you asked nicely I just might do it.”

        Michelle really needed to have his cock in her.  She knew she had cum already but she was still so wet that the only way to take care of that was for him to fuck her hard.

        “Master, my pussy is so wet.  Would you please fuck my pussy?  It really needs it.  I promise to be a good girl and do as I am told.”

        “How bad do you want me to fuck your pussy my horny little slave?”

        “Please Master I need to feel you inside me.  Fuck me like the little slave bitch I am.  I know your hard cock would feel so good inside me.”  Michelle would have been on her knees begging if she wasn’t chained to the bed posts like she is.

        “No.  I will not fuck you.  I don’t think you have been good enough to deserve the feeling of my cock inside your pussy.  This is what you will do to receive what you’re begging for.  You will go to work with this in your pussy.”

        “What is that Master?” Michelle asked, hoping she hadn’t spoken when she wasn’t supposed too.

        “This is a vibrating egg.  It’s one of the newest ones on the market.  I hook it to my laptop and program it to start vibrating for how long, how intense and for when I want it too.  The best part is that you will never know when it will start until its too late.”

        Michelle wasn’t sure about this idea.  She didn’t need that thing shoved up inside her and then it starts vibrating in the middle of the office or in a meeting. 

        “Hell I can just take it out and then put it back in before I get home.  Derek, or should I say my Master will never know.”  She thought to herself.

        “Tonight you will go home and then come back here in the morning at 6:30.  I will have everything programmed for tomorrow.  Do you understand?”

        “Yes Master.  I’m your slave to have and do with as you please.”  Michelle was starting to enjoy this even more but she wasn’t exactly pleased about doing what someone told her to do.

        “If you’re a good girl and do as you’re told, then maybe I won’t have to punish you again.”

        Derek finally started unlocking the restraints on her wrists and ankles.  He watched as she rubbed her wrists were the restraints had been.  He could see the outline from them on her skin.  “Now go change into your clothes you wore over here.”

        Once free, Michelle walked back into the bathroom to get her clothes and put them back on.  She started to take off the crotchless leather thong when she heard Derek tell her to leave them on.

        “They are not to come off.  You will wear them home tonight and sleep in them.  When you come back tomorrow I will have a different pair for you to wear to work.  If your wondering if they will be crotchless like these, the answer is no.  I want to make sure that your new toy won’t be able to come out until you come back over here tomorrow.  The only thing you can remove is the three nipple clips and the coresette.  Tomorrow you will wear the fishnet stocking to work along with the shoes so just wear them home tonight and then wear them back in the morning.  The only think you can remove tonight are the shoes.  Do you completely understand?  If I think you removed anything else, anytime tonight, I will give you 5 lashes tomorrow.  Do I make my self clear slave?”

        “Yes master you are perfectly clear.  I promise that I will not remove anything anytime tonight except for the shoes.”

        “Now finish getting dressed so you can go back to your place.”

        Once Michelle had left his house Derek started getting the egg ready for tomorrow.  He sat there smiling because he already knew what it was going to be like for while she is at work.  He could hardly wait for when she came back over so he would be able to remove the egg.

        “Tomorrow is going to be very interesting.”  Derek said to himself.

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