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Meeting Of The Minds

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Meeting of the Minds

Part One: The Introduction

He watched her for months, he knew what stores she shopped at, where her friends lived, he knew more about her than he should have. He couldn't help it, he was obsessed, and the more he knew about her, the more intrigued he became, and the better his plan at abducting her developed.

He calculated the steps she took every Tuesday morning from her car to the entrance of Curves. Her bi-weekly one hour work-out with her best friend Beth.

He knew which brand of feminine hygiene products she used; and, what her weekly routine was. Including how many times a week she masturbated.

He pulled a pair of dark blue satin panties from his pocket, stil

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l moist from last night, smelling the pleasure she gave herself. She sleeps like a baby, never even being disturbed when he slips in and out of her bedroom window.

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.”

The Exhibit 2,6 Months Later

jessicablank on BDSM Stories

The Exhibit, Part 2, Six Months Later
-- by jessicablank

Synopsis:  At the inn in Her Realm, MzDominica demonstrated Her glass-covered sensory deprivation chamber, showing how a recording with Her Voice as a subliminal soundtrack could be used to program slaves' minds, so very deeply, to obey Her.  Mistress Black, who owns a chain of spas, made a deal with Dominica, to use the "relaxation chambers" to expand her business, getting chambers at a discount, in exchange for using them to recruit more slaves for Dominica.

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Part 2:  Six Months Later

Mistress Black always enjoyed relaxing

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in a warm, quiet bath like this, after her workouts in the gym.  Her long, raven tresses were pinned up, tight around her head, and she wriggled around in the scented water, surrounded by candle light, as she trailed her hands up and down her smooth, muscular thighs and stomach.  Massaging them.  Squeezing her own nipples.  Teasing herself.  Planning what she was going to do with her slaves this evening.  Especially the new one, the female.  Oh yes, she was going to be fun to train.
 
Deciding her bath was done, Mistress stood carefully, and stepped out, onto the bathmat.  Immediately, her male slave arose from his crouched position, with a fresh towel, and began drying her.  His eyes remained downcast, as trained, staring only at the floor -- not permitted to look at Mistress, as he dried her.  A perfectly choreographed dance.  She lifted her left arm, and his hand was already moving toward her with the towel, to dry her arm, her armpit, down the left side.  Blotting every drop of scented water from her skin.  She lowered her left arm, and lifted the right one, and her slave was already blotting her forearm, her firm triceps, and down the right side.  Suddenly, the towel slipped, and for a moment, his fingers touched Mistress' skin, on the flare of her hip, just below her tiny waist.  She did not react, but the slave quickly recovered the towel, and continued drying.  Wiping down her hips, her buttocks, the backs of her thighs, crouching again to the floor as he gently rubbed her firm calves, her slim ankles.  Then she turned, and he stood again, blotting water off her face, her neck, both her breasts, down her smooth tummy.  Her smooth mound -- permanently depilated, like the rest of her.  Soft, satiny, almost shiny in the moist air.  The slave crouched on the floor, drying between her toes, even as she stood.  Then, finished, he folded the towel, held it close against his chest, and knelt, awaiting further orders.
 
"Stand, vomit," Mistress Black said.  She rarely used his slave name, except when she was about to punish him.  Of course, he knew why.  "Extend your hands, fingers out."  He set the towel near the bathtub, and held his hands up, elbows low and bent, wrists at a right angle, fingers outstretched.  Mistress reached to the wall and retrieved the riding crop.  Every room had a riding crop, hanging on the wall.  Always ready.  Ready for Mistress to administer discipline, punishment, whenever she chose.

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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Little Boss Dominatrix

Jolly1 on BDSM Stories

Danny met Regina at his work after he'd been there awhile.  She had less seniority than him but she made it clear that she was a leader.  Often he caught her ordering other lost people around even if they were higher ranked than her.    Well, some people would rather be led than to lead.  She bossed him around too in her little five foot four frame.  She weighed 120 and had sandy blond hair with a nice firm butt on her.  At 29 years of age she had already knocked out three kids.  One day when she was really in one of her bitchy bossy moods Danny asked her "You could probably be a dominatrix couldn't you?"  "Oh definitely," she quickly answered and then asked &quo

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t;You'd probably like that wouldn't you?"  Danny hesitated a second only to answer her question by his reaction.  "You know it baby," he laughed.

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

Making Michelle A Sex Slave Chapter 1

ragnar38 on BDSM Stories

 

Chapter 1

Making Michelle A Sex Slave

        When Michelle woke up today she thought it would be just one of her normal days like usual.  She never realized how wrong she was.  Today it seemed like any other day to her until she noticed her new neighbor moving in next door.

        At 35 yrs old, 5’ 10”, 150 lbs, blue eyes and a smile that was so damned misleading, Michelle was by no means unattractive. 

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With her long blonde hair that was almost to her ass and boobs that made a lot of woman jealous, she knew she looked good, even though she was 20 lbs over weight in her mind, but she could get pretty much any man that she wanted.  The worst part about her was that she was a total bitch to just about everyone.  It didn’t matter who you were.  If you crossed her at the wrong time, which could be anytime of the day, she was bound to treat you like shit.  She was proud of herself though.  To her being a bitch was the only way to get what you wanted in life and if someone’s feelings got hurt it didn’t matter to her.

        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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