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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you just…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She screamed quite loudly that time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

     

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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