The camera was set up on the tripod in front of Rihleas bed.We both took our shirts off. Rihlea carefully stroked my tits.while she did that I unsnapped her bra and ran my hand down her chest revealing her 34 B tits. I put my mouth to her nipple and grazed my tongue over it. I felt it harden. As I did this Rihlea ran her hands through my black curls and moaned. "Ohhhhhhh.....Skyler" I worked  my tongue down her torso giving a litle extra lick around her navel.I unzipped her jeans and slid them down.Rihlea did the same to me. I reached into her pink satin underwear and rubbed her pussy. Gently but enough to make her moan. Finally I took her underwear off. She massaged my tits as i slipped off my underwear. I continued to rub her pussy until she screamed "Finger me,Skyler..Finger me" So I did.I slid a finger in and out of her vagina. The I slid 2 in which made her scream with pleasure.

Now it was my turn.Rihlea rubbed my pussy and I started to get wet.I could feel pussy juice coming out. I was breathless.Then Rihlea did something thatmade my pussy throb with pleasure.She started to lick my clit. I moaned "Riley!! oh Riley!!!"While she was licking she was fingering me.I was screaming with pleasure.Her ex was certainly going to enjoy this.

After about an hour we stopped.We ended the video with a long french kiss and shut the camera off.Now we knew why we had been friends for so longs.We were destined to be lesbian(or in my case bisexuals) The next day we dropped the video in his mail box with an attached note that read "What guys like you,Make girls do" (yeah I know its corny but it wasn't my idea.

She sat there looking at me as if trying to see what I was doing. Call me Laura please, we are not at school." she said. "Okay Laura." I said to her in mind that I had no panties on either, the blouse and skirt I threw on to go out and play was worn to come off easy. Laura leaned forward and her button was open a little but not much. "So what kind of no good are you up to tonight?" she laughed. I thought that she was joking and also that she was really casual for the first time I had seen her outside of school so I said, "Oh, the usual, out to get laid." and laughed. Right then the waitress came up with Laura's order and she said, "Yeh, she is, she already tried to get me." and she laughed. Laura looked at me for a moment and I felt chills go all over me, had I just lost my job? Laura looked me in the eyes and said, "Well, it loks as if she has good taste at least." The waitress sid, "Yeh, that she does." and left. Laura did not touch her food but was leaning forward and her breasts were against the edge of the table and her hand crossed in front so that she was leaning against her breasts that were pushing against her cupped hands.

She looked at me again and was looking as if to examine me. "So your serious about getting laid?" she said almost in a whisper. I looked at her and her hands were massaging her breasts while she leaned forward against them so that no one could see what she was doing. My nipples got hard and I felt my pussy getting moist again. "Well, if the right person were available, yes, I would love to get laid." I whispered back. "By person do you mean male or female?" she said. "Yes" I said feeling the excitement growing between my legs. "Teresa, why did you button your blouse when you saw me?" she asked me. "Well, I thought you may say something about me later on, it was unbuttoned really low." I said. "Yes, I saw that and thought 'oh my god, how lovely she is' when I walked up." she said looking up and down between my face and my chest. "Why don't you unbutton it for me again." she whispered again in a very hot sounding voice. I did just that and the only thing holding my blouse together was the middle button below my cleavage. "So you are bi then." she said a statement not a question. "Yes, I am very bi." I said now feeling the need growing for sex, any sex at all. "Do you get many offers?" she asked me. "It depends I guess, if I am in the right place at the right time I get a few." When I said this she unbuttoned her blouse to show a low black bra that her breasts were trying to get out of. "What if I made you an offer?" she said. "I think I would accept it." I said looking at her black bra. She was now leaning forward and her plate was half full but she had pushed it to the side. "What will you do?" she asked me. "I will do anything, anything at all." I said accenting the "anything at all" part.

Laura motioned for the waitress and she asked for the checks and paid both. She then stood up and said, "I have to go to the ladies room, come with me?" I got up and followed her and watched as she walked in front of me. My blouse was barely staying together as my tits swayed as we walked. We went into the ladies room and suddenly she pushed me against the wall and grabbed my tits while she kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue rushing in. I put my arms around her and unhoked her bra and pulled her tits out and massaged them hard. "I am am so hot" she whispered in my ear as she kissed my neck. "So am I." I managed to say as she kissed me again. "What are we going to do about it?" she said. "There is a hotel next door." I told her. She kissed me again. "You can't tell anyone." "Not a problem" I told her. She backed up and fixed herself and I buttoned the one button back.

We went to her car and drove across the way to the hotel and she went in and got a room. She came out and I had been playing with Puss and left my dress up when she got in. As she drove to the back entrance I played some and licked my fingers. She parked and grabbed my hand and we went to the room. I got in and she grabbed me again and took off my blouse and skirt and pushed me onto the the bed. I just laid there and spread my legs and she had undressed in a second, her formal self left behind and she laid on top of me, her tan body was in contrast with my skin which had not seen the sun in a while. Laura laid on top of me kissing me and sucking my nipples. My nipples got so hard and she played with them telling me how good they were and she pulled them just right. I moaned louder and louder until with her leg between my legs I soaked her leg with an orgasm. "Oh shit, why didn't you let me know you were that close." she said. "It came on me suddenly" I told her " and there are lots more waiting." I turned her on her back and sat on her hips my breasts hanging down and took her hands to massage them as I pulled her nipples. "Do them hard" I told her as I pulled her nipples, "I like the pain." and she squeezed them harder. I fell forward and began kissing her all over and soon found her wet pussy and began sucking her clit which was huge. "Oh god, yes, that is good." she moaned. "Want me to eat you all up?" I asked her. "Oh yes please, please." I began licking and sucking her clit, the lips and her ass as I pulled her legs over my shoulders.  "oh god, oh yes, that is so fucking good, of yes" she was moaning over and over until she tensed and wet my face. Larua was now frantic and she pushed me down and dove between my legs. I began humping upward into her face and begged her to finger me until her hand slipped into me. "Oh damn yes, do it that way, the hand, all of it" I was begging. I sprayed all over her face and wrist as I had another orgasm. She came up to kiss and cuddle and we did that for a while.

"You are a very hot lady" she said. Kissing me again softly. "Yes, I seem to stay that way." I told her. "Do me a favor now and we can make sure we will have more fun." I said to her. "What is that Sweetheart, What do you need." "Leave a mark on me, make me yours." I said. "What kind?" she asked me. I moved her hands back to my tits and she massaged them. "Grab them hard" I told her and she did. "Really hard, really make them hurt." I told her my passion growing again. She looked nervous but I told her, "Dig the nails in, really hard, leave your nail marks." she was nervous now and I told her, "Either do as I saw or I tell everyone. Make the nails dig deep, make my tits bleed. Make me for yourself." I grabbed her tits nad squeezed, "LIke this." she almost screamed and I held her tits. "Do it or I pull your tits off." "Harder, harder, oh yes, oh fuck yes" I heard myself crying out. "Dig your nails in." I was humping against her leg again and commanding her to really maul my tits with her long nails. "Teresa, they are really bleeding bad." she was crying. "Good, I told her, good, keep doing it, I am almost there, don't stop." I told her. I needed something in my pussy and saw there was a slight bedpost on the bed at the foot. I moved her off and saw my tits, they were brused and blood was dripping from her nail marks.

"Now what" she asked me. "Get in front of me" I told her as I straddled the post and sank it into my pussy. "NOw on your knees and eat me while I do the post and do my tits again even harder. Make me cum." I told her. She did as I said and her nails were digging in again in different places. Her mouth sucked my clit as I sank down on the post. "Oh fuck yes, yes, almost there Laura, don't stop." I was moaning as she ate me and tortured my tits. I melted as my orgasm sprayed her face and chest. She moved me off and laid me down. I grabbed her face and kissed her. "You are really scary" she said. "Yeh, but I love it." She kissed me and looked at the clock. "I have to go." "Okay," I told her and we got up. She washed off my tits and the blood stoped. I kissed her and then gave her a nice love bite on her neck leaving nice mark. "Damn, now I have to wear a high neck today at school." she said. "Well, what about me?" I asked. She was dressed now and at the door. "Will I see you again?" she said. "Oh hell yes, as much as you want." I said and she left. I dressed and went out and came back home and typed this while it was fresh. My tits still hurt and the blood has dried. More later sweet friends.

Love,

Teresa

The video camera was all set and I was wearing nothing but white crotchless panties, stockings, and high-heels when the doorbell rang. The look of shock and desire on Ann's face was priceless as I whisked her inside and locked the door. I commanded, “Get on your knees slut and gobble up my smoldering slit.” Ann obediently went to her knees and eagerly assaulted my flooding pussy with her mouth. I told her, “Whoa pig, beg for it first; tell me how much you want to taste my juicy black pussy. Then I will give you the privilege of servicing me. Talk to me you needy little slut.”

She looked up at me with hunger in her blue eyes and pleaded, “Please give me the honor of putting my mouth back on your black pussy and tasting your juices. Then cum in my mouth and all over my face. I will do anything that you want; you are my superior and I am your willing slut.”

I looked down at her feeling so empowered, thrilled, and so incredibly turned-on. I ran my fingers through her blond hair, patted her on the head, and urged,”Yes my little slut; eat my pussy, suck it dry; eat to your heart's content but do it good.” She thanked me then kissed, licked and sucked my love-hole with passion. Ann was lost in a feeding frenzy when my juices began to flow as she nibbled on my enlarged clit. I held her face tight to my cunt as I experienced the most earth-shattering climax of my life; it was like being shot into outer space. After making her do the same to my ass-hole and buttocks she was instructed to disrobe and get on her hands and knees.

I went to the bedroom and strapped on the thick 12” dildo and carried the other ones in my hand. I told her that she was a good little pig-slut and that I had something special for her. When I returned she was in the exact position that she was told to be in. I set the others on the end table and stood in front of her face. Her blue-eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped when she saw the huge black dildo swinging in front of her face. I was amused at her reaction and asked, “ Have you ever had a big black cock before slut?”

“No never!”

“Is your husband's cock this big?”

“No. not even close.”

“Good, now I want you to take it in your mouth, suck and slobber all over the motherfucker so that the cock is well lubed before I shove it up your sloppy slut cunt!” At first Ann seemed somewhat frightened by the monster and was hesitant but soon she got into it and was giving the big cock head like a common street whore! I told her that was enough for now and got behind her and plowed the dildo deep inside her slushy cunt. In no time at all she was humping back at the big cock and crying out in ecstasy. The stimulation on my clit caused me to orgasm as much as Ann did.

I withdrew the dildo with a loud 'swish-plop' sound and pressed it against her puckered butt-hole. She cried out. “Please no! No one has ever done that to me before and it is much too big. Please don't do this to me.”

I took pity on her and said, “You are right, it is too big. I have something better.” I took off the dildo and strapped on the thin butt fucker. She whimpered and pleaded as it went deeper up her anal canal but her groans turned to moans of lust and soon she was enjoying taking it up her white ass! After I was finished she was made to clean both dildos with her mouth and much to my surprise she seemed to enjoy it. Before she left I warned her to stand by for a call that night as I had something very special planned for her. When she left I watched the video; it was red-hot and I couldn't wait for her daughter and the other girls to watch it with me.

I called Vanessa and told her about my plan, she exclaimed, “Why don't I bring some sexy lingerie and sex toys? You can introduce me to your guest, tell them that it is a lingerie sales party, get them out of their clothes, an into the mood. Then you can show the videos and seal the deal. Between the two of us we can seduce the sweet young things easily! Come on, it will be fun and perhaps I can even make a few sales. Please say yes and make my day. It will work, you know it will, think of all the fun it will be, and it will be the first of many seductions that we share.”

“Hell yes Vanessa, sounds great. The girls are scheduled to arrive at eight so why don't you come over about seven?”

“No problem Latisha, I am looking forward to it, see you at seven.” After giving Vanessa my address and directions I hung up the phone, smiled, realized that it was a perfect plan, and could not wait for the festivities to begin.

It seemed like it took an eternity for seven o'clock to roll around but it finally came and Vanessa was at my door with an armful of boxes. I had a satin robe on over my sexy lingerie and Vanessa said, “Wow, you look like a million dollars. This seduction ought to be a piece of cake.”

She wore a red blouse and short black skirt and I told her, “You don't look so bad yourself. We will have those young girls eating out of our hands.”

The sexy Latin laughed and quipped, “It's not my hand that I want them eating out of!” We chatted, sipped wine, and discussed what promised to be a wild and exciting night. At eight o'clock sharp the girls arrived and introductions were made. Sharon was the sweet blond that I remembered her to be and Debbie's other friends were named Patti and Heather. Patti was a tall, slender girl with small tits. What stood out about her was her pretty face and extremely long fingernails which I found unusual for such a young girl. She had brown hair and long lanky legs. Heather on the other hand had long blond hair, big blue eyes, and a healthy set of tits. She was definitely the cheerleader type. All four of the girls were eighteen years of age.

We drank wine, chatted, and listened to music when I informed them that Vanessa owned a shop downtown and that she was going to display some of her goods. While Vanessa was opening the boxes I went to get another bottle of wine. Debbie came with me and softly said, “Patti and Heather are cool with having an all girl orgy but I don't know about Sharon; she is so straight laced that I was afraid to ask her.”

I answered, “Don't you worry about it baby girl; leave that to me. Everything is going to turn out alright, you will see!”

We returned to the living room and filled everyone's glasses and the girls were all trying on the sexy lingerie; all except Sharon that is. I told her, “Sharon try on something, it will be fun.”

“I...I don't think that I want to.”

“Why? Are you shy or something? After all it is only us girls. Don't be a party-pooper and join in the fun.” She said nothing and didn't move so I guided her to the boxes and picked out a sexy black set for her. Sharon didn't protest but she was trembling like a timid little bird as I disrobed her and helped her into the lingerie. Sharon tried to cover herself with her hands but I brought them to her waist and told her that she was a vision of loveliness.

The girls looked in the mirror, at each other, and at us. Sexual excitement filled the air and they were feeling the wine just enough to let down their inhibitions so I turned off the music and played a lesbian video. Heather and Patti sat on the love seat and the rest of us sat on the sofa. Debbie was on one end, I was next, then Sharon, and Vanessa was on the other end so I sat between Debbie and Sharon. Before long Debbie was nursing on my breasts, the girls on the love seat were making out, but Sharon kept pushing away Vanessa's hands saying, “No, don't, stop it!”

I asked, “What's wrong Sharon?”

She replied, “This isn't right; my mother always told me that it was wrong for two girls to have sex. I can't do this.” I informed her that I had another video that just might change her mind. When the video came on and Ann Blake was on her knees feverishly devouring my sopping black cunt all the girls identified her and spoke her name as they watched in disbelief. All Sharon could mutter was, “Mom!”

I put my hands between her legs and said, “Just as I suspected, your little pussy is drenched. You like watching your mother going down on me don't you naughty girl?” She didn't say a word but her pussy told me everything that I wanted to know as I added another finger and she humped back wildly. Vanessa hand feed Sharon her ample breasts as I fingered her to orgasm.

Vanessa got to her knees and invaded Sharon's cherry pie with her rather long tongue; Debbie joined her on the floor and began feasting on my blackberry-pie. I glanced over at the love seat and Patti and Heather were engaged in a wild sixty-nine. They looked much younger than they were with their bald pussies. The scent of female sex filled the room. Sharon was moaning loudly as she was reaching another orgasm.

After covering Debbie's face with cum I strapped on the eight inch dildo and fucked her missionary style. Then I fucked Patti and Heather from behind. Even though I wanted to be her first I smiled as I looked over and saw Sharon with her head buried between Vanessa's spread legs. I went to the phone and told Ann to get her ass over here right now.

When Ann arrived I pulled her in the house still wearing the dildo. As she looked around the room and recognized her daughter and her friends she was petrified. Then she turned crimson when she saw the TV screen and watched me fucking her in the ass. I looked her right in the eyes and sternly said, “Well slut, you are the only one wearing clothes so take them off right now and then suck my dick!” The cowed mother disrobed and went to her knees and tasted the girls cum and pussy juices on the dildo. When she had the dildo clean I took it off and told her to work on my hot cunt.

As I reached a fantastic orgasm I motioned with my hand for the others to come over and gather round. All but Sharon did and Ann went from pussy to pussy and eagerly

munched on each one of them. I told Sharon, “Get your ass over here right now and let your mother taste her naughty little girl!” She slowly walked to the circle and soon she was grabbing her mother's hair, pulling her tight to her horny hole, and shaking to a climax on her mother's face. It was so wicked and depraved that I decided to take it a step further and made Sharon get on her knees and return the favor to her mother. When Sharon was finished with her mother she was made to lick us all but did not complain one bit. As a matter of fact it was plain to see that she was loving it! I said, “Like mother, like daughter.”

A wicked grin crossed Vanessa's face and her eyes glowed as she instructed the girls and Ann to get on all fours. Vanessa reached into her bag of tricks and brought out two dildos that were unlike anything that I had ever seen before. They both had two cocks, a smaller one on top, a larger one on the bottom, and they were pink. I said, “What the hell are they for?”

“She answered, “Just strap one on and I will show you.” Sharon was on the end so Vanessa got behind her and shoved the big one in her pussy and the smaller one up her tight ass. Above the girl's screams I could hear Vanessa yell to me, “Get the hell over here and let's fuck the shit out of these white bitches!” I started with Debbie and we fucked them all hard and furious until they fell limp to the floor.

When they regained their composure we served them all some more wine and without exception they all agreed that it was the most fabulous sex of their lives. Before they left I let everyone know that Ann and Sharon were their fuck-sluts and to use them whenever they wanted. I told them to share the mother-daughter team with their friends, mothers, sisters, and even strangers. I explained that they loved to be abused and humiliated and the more the better.

When everyone else had departed Vanessa lingered and we talked about the night we had just had and our past experiences. The lusty Latin sex-pot inquired, “What about the preacher's wife? Why don't we do her together some time soon?

“I don't know about that. Cathy is special and is really a nice woman. I am not so sure she would go for it.”

Vanessa just smiled and said, “All the better; sounds just like my type. I never fucked a preacher's wife before at least not that I know of. You're not going soft on me are you? I would think that you were in love with her if it hadn't been for what I saw tonight. Let's surprise her and attend the church services Sunday and see what happens.”

“OK, Sunday it is then.”

On Sunday morning Vanessa picked me up to go to church. I wore a conservative black dress but my friend wore a very revealing short flowered pink dress that did little to conceal her ample bosom. When we got in her car her dress rode up her legs and I couldn't help but notice her hairy bush and couldn't believe she was going to church dressed like that. All through the service the folks kept glancing over at us, especially Cathy and a young dark haired woman she was sitting with. When the congregation filed out the the church the minister was on the steps to greet everyone. After we introduced ourselves to him we went to the bottom of the steps and met Cathy and her friend. It turned out that the 22 year old beauty was Brad's younger sister. I invited them to my house for lunch. Cathy went to speak with Brad, came back to us and accepted saying that Brad would be busy for the rest of the day.

We had soup and sandwiches and wine was served. Mary asked Cathy, “How do you know Latisha and Vanessa?”

Cathy responded, “I met Latisha at a church luncheon and we quickly became very good friends. Today was the first time that I met her friend Vanessa,” I suggested we go in the living room and brought the bottle of wine. When Vanessa bent over to put on some music the preacher's wife and sister just stared at her exposed rear-end and pussy. The Latin beauty shocked everyone, including me, when she stated, “What's the matter ladies? Haven't you ever seen a hot Latin cunt before? I happen to know that Cathy is very familiar with Latisha's black cunt!”

Cathy looked scared to death and all Mary could do is mutter, “Wh...wa...what are you talking about?”

Vanessa toyed and teased them saying, “Oh, I'm so sorry I thought you knew. Cathy and Latisha are lovers and from what I hear your sister in-law just adores Latisha's delicious black cunt. Have you ever been with a woman Mary?”

“No never and I don't believe you. That is disgusting and I am getting out of here.”

Mary stood to leave but Vanessa grabbed her and bent her over. The lusty Latin pulled up the frightened girl's dress and put a long finger inside Mary's white panties. The finger went inside her pussy and Vanessa announced, “Aha, just as I thought; your little honey-hole is dripping nectar. All of this sex talk has turned you on hasn't it bitch?” Vanessa tugged Mary's panties down to her ankles and from behind kissed and licked Mary's ass and bald pussy. I told Cathy to disrobe and I did the same. My hands guided the preacher's wife to my tits and she eagerly nursed on them. Mary's body shook as she reached an orgasm. Vanessa pulled Mary upright and took off the rest of the girls clothes and then commanded. “Undress me bitch and you will see what a real hot woman looks like. Do it and do it now!”

With shaking hands Mary lifted the voluptuous Latin woman's dress over her head, gawked at the luscious body before her eyes, and all she could say was, “Oh my God!” Vanessa wore no bra or panties so there was nothing left to take off. Vanessa guided Mary's trembling hands to her breast and Mary immediately began fondling the giant globes of flesh.

The lusty Latin sex-pot pulled the timid woman's face to her heaving breasts and with a low sultry voice urged, “Suck baby suck; show momma how much you like her big brown breasts. Nibble on my nipples and suck them just like you suck cock. Oh yes, you are a good girl, just like that, Oh hell yesssss!” You've done this before haven't you?”

Mary let a big brown nipple slip from her lips, looked up into Vanessa's big brown eyes and cooed, “No I never have but I have thought about what it would be like.” Vanessa looked over at the sofa and saw Cathy on her knees eating my horny black cunt and walked Mary over to the sofa.

Vanessa sat beside me and told Mary to watch her sister-in-law worship my black cunt with her mouth. The naked minister's sister just stood there with wonderment on her pretty face and desire in her eyes as she watched Cathy hungerly gobble up my blackberry-pie and Vanessa sitting next to me with her legs spread invitingly. Vanessa put her fingers on her own pussy, opened it lewdly and invited Mary saying, “I think you know what to do now don't you baby?” Mary assumed the position and began kissing Vanessa's thighs moving up slowly. When she reached the prize she inhaled deeply and her face became flush when she savored the aroma of the aroused pussy inches from her face. She lovingly kissed the swollen pussy lips, stuck out her tongue, licked the hood until the stiff clit popped out, and then sucked it with fervor. Mary displayed a ravenous appetite for the spicy Latin cunt as she feasted with wild passion. Mary was like a woman possessed as she buried her whole face in Vanessa's smoldering cunt.

Mary looked up at Vanessa adoringly as she licked every drop of the sweet honey that dripped from Vanessa's sopping womanhood. The lusty Latin pointed to her butt and Mary did not hesitate. Her tongue and lips lovingly serviced the sex-pot's ass just as she had done to her pussy. The busty bombshell looked down at her latest conquest and noted, “Wow, that was fantastic. Are you sure that you have never done this before?”

“Never but I have a dirty little secret; once I saw the lady next door with a young girl and they were going at it hot and heave. The blinds were open so I could see everything. I masturbated as I watched and think about it all the time. I know that it seems perverted and kinky but it turns me on so much. Then watching Cathy eat that black pussy and you with your legs spread wide was just too much. It was even better than I imagined it would be.”

Vanessa smiled and said, “You think that was kinky, well I have something better for you. Switch places with Cathy and you can taste your second cunt while I enjoy Latisha's blond lover between my legs.” Cathy looked up at me with a questioning look on her face and I just nodded that it was OK. The preacher's wife and sister exchanged places and both tasted a different pussy for the first time. After they both devoured our hairy cunts we bent them over and fucked them with the strap-on dildos. After we fucked them senseless we made them indulge in a nasty sixty-nine. While watching them slurp each other's cunts I realized that I was not only a lesbian that liked to dominate white women sexually but that I was also a voyeur as well. They walked funny when they left but both women expressed a strong desire for a repeat performance soon. Vanessa stayed over for the night and we did our own sixty-nine.

The next morning we awoke and fooled around some more and after another torrid romp in the bed Vanessa blurted out, “You know what? I was going to invite you over to my place to share some of my white sluts with you but I have a much better idea. I will take you to a straight bar and we can seduce a chick that is new to the scene. My roommate likes to go to the lesbian bars but I am like you and want to introduce straight women to my Latin and your black pussy. The seduction is half of the fun. How about next Friday night? Are you game?”

“Yes, count me in; before I'm finished I want to fuck every white woman on the planet. I just can't get enough submissive white bitches to dive between my legs and worship my hairy black cunt. But before you leave I want to feel your long tongue up my pussy once more and I want to taste your cinnamon love-tunnel again. Your spicy cunt is delicious and I just adore sucking you dry.”

“You got it baby. I feel the same way; this is great, we will not only seduce white bitches together but we can fuck each other afterwards. The best of both worlds, so to speak.” Vanessa stuck her long, talented tongue up my pussy and I saw all the colors of the rainbow. I went back to sleep after she left dreaming of Friday night.

Thursday Vanessa called and told me that her roommate wanted to join us but that she preferred to leave her roommate out of it so that she could be alone with me and our conquest. She then suggested that I bring Ann, we could all go to the lesbian bar and leave Ann to entertain her friend while we took off to another club to pick up a straight white chick together. I agreed, hung up the phone, called Ann and told her to come over to my place the next evening dressed to go out nightclubbing.

Ann arrived at my house Friday night wearing a cute white dress looking like a sweet housewife. I considered telling her to dress like the slut she really was but then thought that Vanessa's friend would probably like her better the way she was. I wore a low-cut red dress that barely contained by bust and hung midway between my knees and thighs. I wore no bra but did have on a red thong.

We picked up Vanessa and her friend, she looked more like a man than a woman and her name was Sam. We entered the lesbian bar and slipped into a booth and ordered drinks. After about ten minutes of small talk Vanessa announced, “Latisha and I are going to go out and find a straight girl to fuck but don't worry Sam we are going to leave Ann with you; use her as you will. Sam you are in for a good night. Ann is a submissive and will do anything you tell her to do.”

Sam ogled Ann and said, “Come sit on my lap bitch.” Ann looked at us and then did as she was told. In no time at all Sam had her hand up the blond mother's dress and was fingering Ann. A couple of dikes at the bar were watching the action and Vanessa and I went to the bar and informed them that we were leaving soon and that they should join Sam and Ann in the booth and get in on the action. They drooled when we told them that we turned the horny little housewife into a pussy-licking-slut that just couldn't get enough. The two dikes went to the booth and joined them. They pointed over to us and we knew that they were telling Ann and Sam that we sent them over. Sam just smiled and invited them to sit down.

They joined Sam in mauling poor little Ann, it wasn't long before they had Ann under the table. They all wore slacks and from our vantage point we could see them being tugged down. By the looks on their faces we knew that Ann was giving them all head. Vanessa and I just waived goodbye and walked out of the bar.

We went into a jumping joint with a rock&roll band. We found a couple of seats at the bar and got a lot of attention and were sent drinks but it was all from men; not what we were looking for. When not fending off advances from the horny guys Vanessa was engaged in conversation with a good looking couple sitting next to her. A young blond beauty came in and sat next to me. She had the face of an angel, was a tiny thing but had nice tits. She ordered a double gin&tonic and soon she was sobbing uncontrollably. I put my arm around her and asked, “What's the matter baby? Sometimes it helps to share your problems, you look like you could use a friend and I want to help. Pleas tell me what's wrong?

“My...my no good husband. He works in an office building down the street. His boss is an older Filipino woman, he called me at home today and told me that she had given him a raise but he had to work late. I decided to surprise him and take him out to celebrate but I opened his office door and She had her skirt up and he was kissing her pussy!”

“Did they see you?”

“She saw me and just gave me a wicked grin. He was to busy to see anything.”

“Did you kick her ass?”

“No, I just ran away and now I want to get drunk. I have always been true to him but maybe I should find another man tonight.”

“He must be insane cheating on such a beautiful wife. He is a fool but don't let yourself get picked up in a bar by some guy just looking to get laid. You are better than that. You just need some company and a friend that is willing to listen. Let me be that friend .” I held her in my arms and her face snuggled against my bosom. Her tears trickled down the top of my dress.

She lovingly looked up at me and whispered, “You are so nice to listen to my troubles. It does help to talk about it. You are such a caring person to console a complete stranger like this.” If only she knew just how much I wanted to console her. We ordered two more drinks and she downed her drink and ordered another one right away. I noticed that Vanessa was no longer sitting next to me but soon spotted her on the dance floor with the good looking couple.

I learned that the wronged wife was 21 and her name was April. I took her hand and guided the tipsy wife to the dance floor. She had the face of an angel but she followed my lead and shook her body like the devil to the beat of the music. A slow dance came up and I held her tight as we swayed to the music. She wasn't an inch over five feet and once again her face was in my bosom. I cupped her sweet little ass as I held her close and softly spoke in her ear, “You are such a sweet thing. I can't let you drive like this and I understand why you want to get drunk so you can stay at my place tonight. I would never forgive myself if you got into an accident. Please say yes.”

“You are so kind but I don't want to be a burden to you.”

“Nonsense, I couldn't sleep worrying about you driving. I live alone, have a spare bedroom, you could drink all you want, and besides, I simply adore your company.”

“Well if you're sure then why not?” We went back to the bar and the man was their but not Vanessa or the other woman. He told me that they went to the ladies room. April was downing her drinks way too fast and I told the bartender not to give her any more doubles.

Vanessa and the gorgeous red-head returned and she suggested that we move to a booth in the corner. She said goodnight to the couple and we guided April to a booth. We were right next to the ladies room and April excused her self to go pee. Vanessa said, “Kiss me.” I did and tasted pussy on her lips. She told me, “I took that sexy red-head to the ladies room and made her eat my pussy by just saying the two magic words.”

“Two magic words? What two magic words are you talking about?”

“It's really quite simple Latisha; all I had to say was 'your turn'. She was fantastic and we exchanged numbers. The guy is just a date and not her husband. How are you doing with that pretty little thing?”

“She is having husband problems and is coming home with me.”

Vanessa had that devilish look and said, “You mean that she is coming home with us.” Shortly after April returned from the ladies room we all went to my place. I had to constantly give Vanessa dirty looks on the way home so she would stop running her fingers up April's legs. Vanessa returned my looks with a puzzled look of her own but April was feeling her drinks too much to notice.

When we got to my place we all had a nightcap. Vanessa can to help me with the drinks and asked, “Why all the dirty looks? Don't you want to fuck her?”

“Sure I do but I didn't want to frighten her off before we got home. I feel a little guilty taking advantage of April while she is under the influence but it is not like we are going to rob and hurt her. We are going to take the hurt girl on a trip to paradise and make her feel all better.”

With drinks still in hand we helped April upstairs and into the bedroom. April inquired, “Is this my bedroom? It's beautiful and there is so much room.”

I replied, “No honey, this is my bedroom; you are way to upset to sleep alone tonight so we will all sleep together in my big bed. It will be a fun girls sleep over.”

“Well OK but I don't have any pajamas.”

I smiled at the sweet thing and said, “Don't worry about that little girl, we will all sleep in the nude.” She seemed bewildered as we helped her undress and took our own clothes off. She looked adorable naked and I just loved the sight of her sparse blond pubic hair. She on the other hand just stared at our lush mounds of black pubic hair.

Vanessa moved close to our new plaything and kissed her full on the lips and said, “You are such a sexy little package and I love your big white tits with those pointy pink nipples. I could just eat you all up and I think that's just what I am going to do.” I pressed my tits into her back and fondled her breast and blew into her ear as Vanessa probed April's mouth with her long tongue. The lusty Latin broke the kiss and observed, “You taste so good. Do you like the way my mouth tasted?”

April was trembling now and meekly replied, “Yes but what is that taste?”

Vanessa smiled and said, “That taste you like so much is the redhead's pussy that was in the bar. I knew you would like it; just wait until you taste mine and Latisha's juicy pussies.”

April said, “I...I don't know. I have never ohooooo!”

Vanessa had kissed her way down to the blond fur-pie and probed her pink slit with her long and talented tongue. The little blond was shaking as her juices flowed as her orgasm reached a crescendo. We carried her to the bed and let her come back down to earth. Then Vanessa asked her what the lady's pussy looked like that her husband was eating. April said, “I don't know his face was buried in her pussy but I did see long black hair.”

I told April, “I know how you can get even with your husband for what he did to you.”

Vanessa quipped, “That's the problem; he was doing it to his boss not her!”

April asked, “How can I get even with him?” I told her that she had to learn to eat pussy better than her husband then she could steal the horny bitch away from him and probably get his job while she was at it. She said, “But I never, I couldn't.”

Vanessa reassured her saying, “Don't worry baby we will teach you how; you will love it and become better than him in no time at all.” April looked so confused and didn't know what to say. Vanessa told me to lay on my back and surprised me when she got on top of me facing upwards. Her pussy was right on top of mine when she ordered April, “Get on your hands and knees and get a much closer look at our womanhood!”

April obediently complied and her pretty face was just inches from our smoldering slits. Vanessa urged, “Take a very deep breath and fill your nostrils with the aroma of our aroused pussies.” The cute blond did and then did it again as her face almost touched the two opening flowers. The Latin sex-bomb then asked, “You love the fragrance of our fuming cunts don't you little girl?” Don't be afraid, they won't bite. Put your sweet lips to our puffy pussy lips and then stick your tongue deep inside us. You want to don't you little girl? By the time we are finished you will be able to steal the bitch from your husband easily. Stick your tongue out and taste them; do it now.”

April cooed, “The smell is intoxicating and it is tempting.” Her head lowered to our cunts, she kissed, lapped up and down and ate our cunts out with fervor. We made her tongue fuck our ass holes as well. April feverishly worked all four holes with vigor and was loving it. After that we rewarded her by fucking her silly with the dildos. Her tight ass and small pussy were now large gaping holes.

Before we went to sleep I asked April when she had to be home. She answered, “I am off today and tomorrow so I can stay until tomorrow night if you like.”

I said, “Oh yes, I like, I like very much.”

Vanessa added, “ I think that I will invite a hot redhead over to join us tomorrow.” Our spent bodies drifted off to sleep but we all had great big smiles of contentment on our faces.

THE END (perhaps)

As we walked back to the cabin, I found out that her name was Katie; she was 28 and the granddaughter of the people I rented my cabin. She told me that every other summer she would come spend 2 weeks at her grandparent’s property, staying in one of their half dozen cabins. She told me she loved coming out here because it was so peaceful and a great stress reliever. Katie was not drop-dead gorgeous but very easy on the eyes...plain but attractive with beautiful eyes and smile. She was about 5' 4", short, cropped blonde hair, with an average body...small breasts and butt.

I also found out that, my stray lover, her dog, was named 'Spirit' and he had been given to her as a gift about 2 years before. This was the first time she had brought Spirit with her to the mountains. She told me that 2 days before he had wandered off and did not come back and she had been looking for him ever since. I told her that 2 days before, Spirit, had wandered up to my cabin and spent the day but that night he left. She gave me a wicked smile and said, "Well, I am glad it was you since he seems to like you". I only smiled back with my own wicked smile thinking if she only knew...

When we got back to the cabin, we sat everything down on the kitchen table and I went to the bathroom to get some cotton balls, a warm washcloth, water, and hydrogen peroxide.  Upon returning to the kitchen, I found Katie putting everything up. I told her all that could wait for right now.  I started cleaning the areas where Spirit had dug into me but before I could go any further, Katie grabbed the warm washcloth from my hand and started cleaning the sores.  I felt a little uncomfortable with that but I knew I could not clean the wounds myself.  After a few minutes of cleaning the sores, Katie told me to stand up so she could get to them better.

When I stood up, Katie told me to put my arms above my head so she could get up a better view of the sores.  It hurt to stretch but it also felt good to have Katie hands touching me.  As she got closer to look at the sores, I could feel her breath on my stomach and I started to get aroused.  The more her hands touched me and her breath caressed my stomach, the wetter I was becoming between my legs.  I knew I had to get her to stop soon before she found out how horny I was getting.

Finally, she stopped and I sat down before I collapsed.  By that time, I was starting to get very hungry and ask Katie if she liked to stay for dinner.  She eagerly said yes and started setting the table.  Since I had not eaten the picnic basket food, I asked her if that was OK if we ate that.  Again, she said that was OK.  While she was setting the table and getting the food out, I went and got us some wine.  We both ate and drank, as we had not eaten in days.  We had already finished one bottle of wine before we were done eating so we were both starting to relax around each other.

When we were done eating, I grabbed another bottle of wine and we both went into the living room and sat on the couch.  By the time we finished the second bottle of wine, we felt like we have known each other all our lives.  I still had my bikini on and I needed to go to the bathroom so I excuse myself to go change and to relieve myself.  When I got into the bathroom, I stripped my bikini off and sat on the toilet to take a pee.  After relieving myself, I took a piece of toilet paper to wipe myself and when I did, my fingers accidentally rubbed against my clit, which I found very sensitive. 

After drinking so much wine, I was starting to get very horny so I decided to give myself a quick finger fuck.  Within just a couple minutes, I had an orgasm.  I knew I should not have started because I wanted more but I knew I could not do anything right then because Katie was outside.  I decided to put on a pair of shorts and a tight top without any panties or bra.  When I looked in the mirror, my nipples were hard as a rock and you could see them through my tight top.

When I got back to the living room, Katie excused herself to go relieve herself.  She must have smelt me from the bathroom because when she got back, she sat right down next to me and started rubbing my leg.  She told me that she had something to tell me, but she was afraid to tell me and also that she was embarrassed to tell me.

I told her she could tell me anything but she did not know where to begin.  I told her to think about it for a minute while I got another bottle of wine.  After pouring her another glass of wine, she said she was ready to tell me but she hoped I would not get mad.  By this time, I was too tipsy to get mad at anything and told her to tell me what was on her mind.

She began by saying that she had lied to me.  She said that two nights ago when I let Spirit go home, he did go home and when he got there he was really frisky with her and she did not know why.  She said for the rest of that night and the next day, Spirit kept wanting to stick his nose into her pussy and kept trying to mount her.

I just sat there not knowing what to say and hoping she would not guess what had happened between him and me.  She went on to say that, she knew something had happened to him two days ago but she didn't know what, but she was determined to find out.  So, this morning she decided to let Spirit run freely and she would follow, keeping him close, hoping to find what had piqued his interest.

She continued by saying that Spirit must had sensed where I was because after being out not less than an hour, he had found me on the beach giving my dogs blow jobs.  When she said that, my face must have turned a hundred shades of red and I was starting to stutter my words, searching for a response, but before I could, she continued telling her story.  She said that before Spirit had a chance to run to me, she grabbed him by the collar and she hid behind a bush to watch.  She said at first she was disgusted at seeing me give my dogs blowjobs.  She said she had heard before about women and dogs but thought they were only stories.

She said her first instinct was to walk away but something inside her wanted to keep watching and see what happened.  It was as if she was mesmerized and she actually felt herself being a little turned on by it.  She said Spirit kept trying to break from her but she kept a tight grip on him.  The more she watched me suck and lick my dogs the more she could not take her eyes off me and the more she felt herself becoming aroused.  After watching me for a little bit, while still holding Spirit, she used her other hand to start rubbing her pussy.  The more she watched me, the harder she went at her pussy.  Finally, she knew Spirit would break from her so she let him go so she could use both hands on herself and also see what would transpire once Spirit got to me.

She said as much as she was shocked by what she was seeing and feeling, she was totally blown away by what happened next.  When she saw Spirit start licking my pussy and ass she could not believe it and then when he jumped on my back and I let him start fucking me while I continue to suck my dogs, she knew right then where Spirit had been two days before and why he was so frisky with her. She did not know what to think or do. She wanted to walk away but her body would not move. Her mind kept telling her that what we (I) was doing was not natural or right but she could not help but feel turn-on by it and was actually enjoying watching it. The more she watched, her natural instincts took over and she began to finger fuck herself as she watched.

She said her shorts and panties were getting in the way so she pulled them down to her ankles so she could sit with her legs spread and have better access to her pussy.  She could not believe I could continue to suck my dogs while Spirit was fucking me so intensely.  She thought for a few minutes that Spirit was going to shove his cock through my pussy out to the other side.  While she was playing with her pussy, she started thinking about what it would be like to have a dog fuck her.  She then stated that she had never been with anyone or any thing besides a man and she could not imagine what it would be like to be with another woman and especially with an animal.

She then said that while I was having dog cum sprayed all over me, she had the biggest orgasm of her life.  She could not believe that she just watched in awe a woman suck two dogs while being fuck by her own dog!  What was even more amazing is that she enjoyed watching and she enjoyed the feelings she was having and that she could not believe she masturbated to all of it.  She said when I was done and was cleaning up the cum, she put her panties and shorts back on and ran down the beach so I would not know that she was watching me.

I was so embarrassed; I did not know what to say to her so I just sat there in silence.  Finally, after downing a whole glass of wine if one gulp, I told her that I was sorry and I hope she wouldn't tell anyone what I did and I didn't blame her if she hated me for what I did with her dog.  She didn't say anything for a few minutes and then she looked me straight in the eyes and said, no, it's me who should apologize because I lied to you and also because what you do in private is your business but I made it public by watching and not leaving.  In addition, she wanted to apologize because she got off by watching me without me knowing and that was wrong of her.

In the back of my mind, I was thinking that I would better just leave things as they were but when she said that she got off by watching me, my body had second thoughts.  I told her she did not have to apologize to me but I did have some questions for her if she did not mind.  She said of course not.  So I asked her, did you really like what you saw?  She answered in a low voice, yes.  Did you like what you felt when you watched?  The answer again, yes.  Then, I didn't know whether it was the wine speaking, my curiosity, my horniness, or a combination of all but I asked her, would you like to try something new?  She slowly looked into my eyes and with a sheepish grin, said yes.

Without a second thought or giving her a chance to change her mind, I leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss.  At first, she did not respond and I was not sure if I made the right choice but I tried it again and the second kiss she responded back by kissing me back.  I then took her hand and led her into my bedroom where she allowed me to undress her while I remain clothed.  When I had her completely undressed, I stepped back to look at her. Her clothes had hid the shape of her body. Katie had very perky 33b tits with a neatly trim pussy and a tight, firm ass. As I admired her body, I slowly took my clothes off, allowing her to see another woman naked and up close.  I stepped back up to her, grabbed her hand, placed it on my face, and told her to do exactly as I do.

I then took my own hand and started caressing her face and neck while she mimicked me.  After caressing her face and neck, I slowly started caressing her breast with her following suit.  I gently caressed, rubbed, and kneaded her breasts, allowing her to do the same to me.  Then I reached down with my mouth and took her nipple into my mouth and slowly started kissing and licking her nipple. 

As I did, she let out a soft moan.  I took one nipple in my mouth than the other, making sure they were hard and erect when I was done.  When I was done, she leaned down to my breasts and did the same thing.  For her first time, she knew exactly what to do when she had my nipple in her mouth.  I also would have a soft moan.

When she finished, I continued my caressing and exploring by moving my hand over her stomach and down to her soft and wet pussy, taking my time to spread her lips and play with her clit before entering her with my finger.  I told her to do me while I was doing her.  Without hesitation, she started to explore my now very wet pussy.  We stood there for a good 10 minutes exploring each other’s pussy.  There was so much tension and exhilaration and newness, that we both orgasm at virtually the same time.  I then took her fingers into my mouth and slowly sucked and licked each of her fingers, which she reciprocated in-kind.

I then laid her on the bed and told her just to lay still and let me do the work and for her trust me completely.  I told her when I was done if she wanted to then she could do me but since this was her first time, I wanted to pleasure her so she would know what it was like to be with another woman.  So for the next two hours I pleasured her in every way I knew how, bringing her to multiple orgasms. When I finally felt I had given her my all and she was completely satisfied, we just laid there and held each other. 

After a few minutes, she started asking me some questions, which I knew we are going to come but I was not sure I was ready to answer. The first few were the easy ones...when was my first time with another woman? How many women had I been with? Was I a lesbian or bi? A few more questions about women but then the question I knew she was afraid to ask but most wanted to know.

When was my first time with a dog and what was it like? I told her I wasn't going to answer that just yet but if she really was still interested in knowing...I would not only answer them but I would show her. However, I told her that she needed to be certain she wanted to know because once she started down that road, there was no turning back.

She said okay, she was seriously think about it.  Then she asked if she could pleasure me like I did her.  That was the first offer all-night that I could not refuse.  I must have been a good teacher because before she was finished I lost count on the number of times I orgasm.

When we had finished exploring each other with our fingers and tongues, including me tongue fucking her ass, and bringing each other to multiple orgasms, I asked her if she was still interested in what it was like to be with a dog. I could tell she was nervous but she said yes. I reassured her that I would be with her and that I would make it special for her.

I told her to put a blanket on the floor and wait on the bed. I then brought my black lab, Max, into the room and had him lay on the blanket. I rolled him on his back, told her to lie on the other side of him and pet him, and watched me. As she petted him, I got Max’s 8” cock hard. Max’s cock is also about 3 inches thick and very hard. After getting Max hard, I started slowly licking his long shaft up and down, making sure to circle his head with my tongue. I then started sucking his massive cock, taking long, slow strokes. Max had been through this many times and knew not to struggle, in fact, Max loves to be sucked for long periods of time.

After sucking on him for about 15 minutes, I told Katie to get on her hands and knees and straddle Max. She was scared at first but did as I said. When she was in place, I told her to take over sucking Max for me. She was hesitant at first but finally leaned down and put her tongue on the end of his head, tasting him. After licking his cock a few times, she put his massive cock into her mouth and started sucking him. I told her to suck him slowly but intensely because he loves the tightness on his cock. As I watched her for a few minutes, I could tell they both were enjoying it very much.

After a few minutes, I went around to the back of Katie and spread her lips and ass. I then started tongue fucking her. The more I tongue fucked her, the harder she sucked Max. Katie was enjoying this but I had something else in mind for her. Katie did not even notice when I stopped tongue fucking her, went, and brought my other dog, Bear, into the room.

After putting booty socks on Bear, I let him lick Katie. His long tongue started probing her pussy and ass with long strokes, making Katie’s body shudder. She started to stop sucking Max but I told her to continued, which she did with more gusto. While Bear was probing Katie’s cunt, I got Bear nice and hard. Bear’s cock is about the same length as Max but only about half the thickness.

When I felt Katie was ready, I had Bear mount her as I guided his cock into his new bitch. Katie jumped when Bear entered her but she did not stop sucking Max but rather picked up the pace. I knew she would not last long the first time so I had Bear fuck her fast, hard and deep. The harder he fucked her, the faster she picked up the pace on Max. Max was the first one to explode…his hot cum shooting into Katie’s mouth. I watched as she tried to swallow as much as she could but there was too much. As she was still swallowing, Bear shot his hot load in her as she cried out in pleasure. Bear’s was still fucking her as I pulled him out and his cum ran out her pussy and down her legs.

As she laid there on her back, I smeared their remaining cum all over her tits, stomach and pussy and then let both of them licked her clean. She had two more orgasms just by them cleaning her. When they were done, I put them back out of the room and asked her if she enjoyed what just happened. She said that was truly awesome and she could not believe it would be that good. I asked her if she was ready for more. She did not understand me at first until I lead Spirit into the room. With that, she just smiled.

For the rest of that night we pleasured one another and we shared Spirit between us, letting him fuck us as we fucked one another. The next two days we spent at the cabin having a fuck feast with the three dogs and ourselves, only taking time to eat, shower together and take naps. When it was time to part, Katie asked me if I would come back next summer. I just gave her a wicked smile…

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

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

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

"Y-Y-Yes misstress"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"HOW'D IT FEEL TO CUM BITCH"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you and watch out men

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.

 "My dear" Mrs. Y began, "if we tried to rescue every young girl sold into a brothel in this city, we'd have hundreds on our hands."

 "Oh, I wasn't especially thinking about here" I said, "just some place that would treat her decently. She's been prostituted now for several months and has nothing else in her future". (Not that I had any end of slave-concubine in sight)

 Mr. Y suggested that he would inquire among his aquaintances who might take her for a maid or companion for his son, but it would be up to me to fetch her.

 I already had a plan, but Mr. Y would have to finance it.

 "Aha!" Mr. Y exclaimed, "I suspected a plot against my purse!"

 "Not very much" I replied hopefully.

 "The law is all on the side of the brothel owner" Mr. Y cautioned, "He bought her in a public auction and we'd be illegally tampering with his property".

 "We're fighting for justice!" I proclaimed boldly.

 Mr. Y laughed and said "I knew you had spunk. How can I resist you. But, caution, it would not go well for those caught doing this."

 I proposed my plan. Borth and Torg would visit brothels. They would ask if they had any very young girls there. If a thirteen year old was presented, ask if she was Zetta. If so, go ahead and consummate the deal. When alone, let her know you are a friend of Kara and would like to help get her out, presuming she wished that. Ask her how and when she could get free if a cart was waiting to whisk her away. The boys would need brothel money.

 "That gets you half way" Mr. Y said, "What happens next?"

 " If your horse is fast, and she breaks free at a particular time, they speed away" I replied.

 "To where?" asked Mrs. Y.

 "If you don't have a place for her to go, then I guess here" I answered.

 "This sounds dangerous" Arful contributed.

 " Yes, and you're the one to do it!" I exclaimed, "You'll drive the cart!"

 "I think this is thrilling!" said Borth.

 " I'm excited, but scared" said Torf.

 "I think you're all crazy" said Mr. Y, " But I applaud your idealism and I'll go along with it. Let's send the boys out in two days."

 I was doing my duty with Borth that night and at one point he asked if he should fuck Zetta at the brothel, or if I just Torg should. I replied that it would probably be less suspicious if, once you were in the brothel, that Torg take Zetta and he take a different girl.

 "Keep it clean in there" I admonished him as I fondled his cock.

 The boys went off on their mission. The rest of the household waited anxiously for their report. As soon as they returned they gave us the story.

 The first house they visited said they had no girls under sixteen. They probably lied, but the boys asked to see their youngest anyway. None there fit the description I had given them.

The second house said they had two fourteen year old girls. The madam led them out for inspection and had the boys feel their tits and cunt. None of the girls fit the description though Borth said they were sorely tempted and might return there as customers. Borf apologized to the madam and said none of the girls was the right age for Torg.

 The third try brought success.The owner claimed he had two thirteen year olds and brought them out. One was Zetta. The other girl was obviously more developed and probably a little older. Torg said he would take Zetta. Borg said he wasn't satisfied and would take an older girl. They paid and fucked.

 Torg said Zetta was desperate (as were all the girls there). She thought she could get out the back gate but then there was a six foot wall to the alley. Torg suggested that they could make a rope ladder secured to the cart, and send it over the wall. They agreed on making the attempt three days hence.

 Arful assured us he could construct the ladder.

 "What will we do with her when she arrives?" Mrs. Y wondered.

 "She'll probably be dirty and hungry and in need of some comforting" I suggested.

 "Actually", Torg chirped, " she's quite clean but probably not well fed and the only clothes she has is the little tunic they wear in the brothel.

 Privately, I asked Torg about fucking her.

 "She liked me" he said, "She says she rarely gets young guys. She does fuck pretty well but she's not up to your standards".

 I kissed him for that.

 Everyone in our household was up at the break of dawn on the day of the escape. I'd slept with Arful that night and kicked him out of bed with the rooster crow. The boys hitched the horse to the cart and were off.

 Meera brought in breakfast and asked what all the commotion was about. We told her .

 "Oh, bless them" she cried, " I hope they'll be safe and sucessful."

 Mr. and Mrs. Y and I sat at breakfast, barely eating and barely speaking.

 Half an hour later , the clatter of hooves anoounced the boys' return. We ran toward the stable.

 Zetta came running toward me, arms outstretched.

 "Oh, Kara!, Kara!" she cried "I always thought you'ld find me!"

 We embraced and kissed, and cried. Mr. and Mrs. Y were crying too. Meera was crying.

 The boys swaggered in.

 After things settled down a bit, Mrs. Y told Meera to bring Zetta some more appropriate clothes.

 We talked, and talked, and talked. I told Zetta my circumstance here. This night, she could take my bed and I'd sleep with Borth if she wanted to be alone. She wanted to be with me, but she wanted to give a favor of sexual attention to Torg in gratitude and because she liked him.

 That was it then. Early evening with the boys and we'd sleep together. Early evening, we had both of the boys in my room. Only Torf fucked Zetta. Both had some time with me.

 When we went to bed, Zetta didn't want to talk about any of her experiences. She cuddled up to me all night.

 The next day Mr. Y said we would have visitors that evening. A friend with his wife and thirteen year old son would come to look Zetta over. They might take her as a companion for their son.

"Do I have sex with the kid?" Zetta asked.

 "If both of you want" Mr. Y responded, "but it won't be required by me or his father".

 I had a music lesson that afternoon, and I had learned enough that I was asked to play my lyre for the guests that evening. My first public performance! I was much more concerned with that than whether Zetta found a home immediately.

 Meera supervised Zetta and me in preparing a small feast. The guests arrived and everyone was introduced. Zetta and the boy seemed to get along well, though he certainly had eyes for me too. I was not in this game. I thought to myself that few slave girls would have had any choice in the matter. Most of the priviledged boys take whatever they want from slave girls.

 At one point the gentleman guest said " I heard a young slave girl escaped from a brothel yesterday. The brothel owner said he would hang her if she were caught. If, she happened to be under my protection, it's the brothel owner who would be hanged"

 His speech was greatly applauded.

 As more wine was served, it became time for my musical performance. I was very pleased that it went well. Mr. Y gave me a kiss on the forehead.

 "You are such a jewel" he gushed.

 Zetta and the boy, Jank, were off together giggling in a corner. She'd extended an invitation to my bedroom. He replied that he would have to ask his father. His father though Zetta a very nice companion for his boy said they could leave the group After they left, Mr. Y advised the gentleman that Zetta was in need of basic education as he had determined earlier. She was illiterate, or nearly so, and had no skills. Our guests understood and would provide for her. They decided to leave Zetta here another day while they prepared a room for her.

 In the meantime, young Jank was getting a sex education. Zetta told me later that he couldn't come yet and she had him in every oriface until she wore him out. She said that although her cunt had had too much experience, she was really hot for fucking that night.

 Zetta departed the next day in her new clothes. We would be able to see each other often if we wished.

 A letter arrived from my uncle. He was overjoyed to hear from me. He feared I had been killed +in the fighting. He had still not found my mother and feared the worst. He said our country was still in a terrrible state, and if I was healthy and being cared for, it was best for me to remain until someday I could return if I wished. He assumed there would be a monetary consideration at that time but would be willing to pay it.

 Both Mr. Y and I answered his letter. I don't know what Mr. Y wrote, but he got an answer.

 Zetta's guardian wrote to Mr. Y to ask if I might visit for a dinner. Zetta had now been there a week.

 There was also a note from Zetta! Zetta couldn't write any more than her name a week before! She wrote, guided by her guardian, that she had four hours a day of instruction. She had to learn math too.

 I was asked to bring my lyre on the visit.

 I was escorted to her house by Arful, who would come to take me home that night. I was welcomed in like a hero. Zetta couldn't wait to show me her very own room and around her new house. She said she slept with Jank sometimes but only when they both fell asleep. She said that since Jank couldn't come yet, the fucking was all for fun. She still had a thing for Torg too. She wouldn't mind a return invitation that ended in Torg's bed.

 We had a fine dinner, and her guardian declared me lucky beyond words for being in Mr. and Mrs. Y's custody. Her guiardian said he understood that I had bedroom duties with the boys, but that I seemed none the worse for it.

 "I'm their teacher" I replied, " and I'm delighted when my pupils learn well".

 That got a great laugh.

 I played my lyre and the lady of the house played the flute. I even danced a little, though I'd only had a few lessons.

 Arful arrived to take me home and the hosts insisted he stay for a cup of wine and take back an invitation to the whole family, including me. Especially me.

 Arful and I went back home. He'd missed his evening with me, so I slept with him. I wanted to celebrate and Arful had the fucker to do the job. He's my only "big people" fuck now, three days a week, and I like a big cock in the right places.

                                       * * *

 I'm leaping ahead in my story now because nothing changed in my relationships in the next six months.

 Torg is fifteen now and much more sexually adept. I've turned sixteen and my figure has filled out, much to the admiration of my friends and lovers. I have developed a real love for music and dance and have read many more books. Borf is now seventeen and has put on some muscle. What causes me to pause here is that Arful is getting married. It's a somewhat arranged affair. Both families are prominent. Mr. Y has given Arful more responsibility in his business. Arful and his new bride, Lenna, will live in this house for a while. She and I have become friends despite my inferior social status. Arful and his parents impressed upon her the case that I am not an ordinary slave girl. I have left Arful's bed. He has priviledges if he chooses totake them, but he's no longer on a schedule. I split my time equally between Borth and Torg.

 Oh yes. Zetta is developing and since Jank ejaculates now, they must be more careful. Her schooling has been effective and we exchange letters. She wrote that Jank suggested (not demanded as he could have) that she fuck with his friend. She liked the boy, so she did. I cautioned her to stand up for herself before she found ten cocks in line at her bedroom.

 My tale is at an inconclusive conclusion. I'm really powerless to determine my future. If either Borth or Torg wants to keep me as a concubine forever and Mr. Y agrees, that's it. While my place in the household makes any onerous outcome very unlikely, uncertainty is always present. I must just continue as best I can in the circumstances.

                                     THE END

Once in the car, Master hands me an anal plug, and tells me to insert it. I take off the shorts and work it into my hole, then pull them back on. I squiggle in my seat a little, to make them comfortable. Finally we arrive at the mall, and Master quickly takes me to the nearest bathroom. Inside, he opens our kit. Everytime we go shopping, I put on a different face. We have all sorts of skin patches and wigs, and a fake I.D. to go with every one. Today, I have sleek brunette hair and lush lips, and my eyes are brown. Opposed to my black hair, my largish lips, and violet eyes, I look completely different.

We walk into a department store, and my master looks at outfits. We have no trouble paying for them, as my master makes about 5 million dollars every year, training slaves. I am his personal slave, and to cover up our relationship in public, we married. I watch him intently as he adds outfits to my arms, but I also see him slip a few clasps into his pocket. Ouch.

master leads me into a changing stall, and closes the door behind us. All of a sudden, I know why he chose this store. Instead of dinky doors on the changing rooms, they have solid wood full length doors. soundproof. Master takes off hsi back pack, and pulls out some restraints. He fixes me in the middles of the room, and binds me heavily. I can't move an inch as I see him remove the clasps that hold the pants to the hanger. He opens one and places it over my clit. I am still not fully aroused, so he must play with my clit a bit first. after it is standing on end, he places the clamp over it again, and pushes it down. I gasp and tears come to my eyes, but master just grants me an evil grin. He takes out two more, and repeats the process with my nipples, which doesnt hurt as much, but still hurts a damned lot. I squeal as he walks around me and slaps my tits and ass, which still holds the plug. He does something behind me, but when he comes out, he is holding a whip. "I don't like that squealing slut. You should be punished. everytime you move or make a noise, I give you two more wippings. Count them." He starts with a brutal whipping. I squirm and whimper as I say one. "tsk tsk tsk, that sounded like a whimper. two more now." I curse him in my mind as the whip comes down again on my ass. I growl out "2". I scream when he whips my pussy, I just can't help it. the whip hit the clamp on my clit. He looks at me blankly and says "Five more for that" I count out 17 with no more incident, except for a good squirming when he hits my pussy. I am sore and in a lot of pain.

I want to scream, but hold it in when Master removes the egg from his pocket. The terrible egg is different from many others, because my master designed it. It has a wireless control on it, but the control uses radio towers to connect, so wherever I am in the U.S.A, he can control the egg. The egg itself starts out the size of a bouncy ball, but once inside of a person, it grows to be he size of a baseball. He inserts the small ball into my dripping pussy, then expands it with the control. He puts the terrible thing on and it vibrates heavily. I squirm around as it bumps the plug, causing deep vibrations in my ass also. Master takes off my restraints and walks with me to the counter, where we purchase the clothes. I walk around the mall with him, almost orgasming several times as he buys stuff for our vacation. After the shopping is done, he sits me down to lunch and we eat some great italian food together, but after, I see him slip some ginger paste into his pocket.

Master decides to walk around the the mall, and when we cross the arcade, he puts in two quarters to play dance dance revolution. I want to kill him. Every step had been agonizing, and now this? With a baseball sized vibrating toy, and a butt plug in me? With clamps on my nipples and clit, and welts on my pussy and ass? He gives me a good hard glare, and I step onto the platform. He chosses a hard song and whispers in my ear "If you want to escape another beating, you will get at least 90% of the steps in this game. The torture of doing all the steps is terrible, the vibrations bauncing around, the plug working itself into me, I thank the lord when it is over and I get 91%. Master walkks me out to the car and helps me into the back. He removes the buttplug and fucks my ass fast, heavy, which brings me quite a lot of pain after the beating. When he is done, he comes in me, then pulls out and replaces the butt plug. I dont move as he gets into the drivers seat and takes me home to pack for vacation.

I am excited to write the second part, or about the vacation, so please read and review, I love comments.

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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            I was very young when my mother, father, and I moved to a small town in Minnesota.  I remember the first person I met and became friends with.  She was a petite girl 1 year younger than I named Anne Skeem.  Anne and I were introduced to each other my first Sunday in Minnesota at the church my parents had chosen to attend.  I’d heard, and even engaged in and been the target of, teasing remarks saying “so and so has a crush on so and so,” or the old classic “sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”  However I had never experienced a crush until I met Anne.  Starting at that moment I had a crush on Anne that lasted for years and years and has sustained even to this day, however I would no longer describe it as a crush.  We would play together at each other’s houses, though normally hers.  Like me Anne is an only child.  Her room was in the basement of her house and virtually the entire basement was her playroom.  Also her father was almost never around as his job took him out of town frequently and extendedly.  Her mother, who was normally home, often didn’t bother us one bit while we were playing in the seclusion of the basement, and play we did.

            I remember the first time Anne invited me into the bathroom with her when she had to urinate.  We were talking and instead of breaking off the conversation she invited me into the room with her.  I watched as she pulled down her pants and panties with cartoons on them, exposing all of her young self bellow her waist to me.  I watched as she sat down on the toilette and relieved then wiped herself.  I remember asking why she had to wipe even though she had only peed and she showed me how her urine could drip onto her vagina and get wet marks in her panties.  She asked “don’t you have to wipe when you pee?” She knew I didn’t, and I knew she knew.  She wanted me to pull down my pants and let her watch me pee.  I obliged, and demonstrated to her how I just shake the remaining drips of pee off the end of my penis.  We knew what we were doing was wrong though we didn’t know why.  Boys had the boys room and girls had the girls room and that was how it was supposed to be.  We knew we were different physically but we didn’t know why it mattered, only that the adults told us it mattered.  When we came out of that bathroom we were both blushing quite profusely, though it was not the last time we watched each other use the toilette.

            Another game we often played was a tickle game.  Basically we would just tickle each other until one gave up…I always gave up first.  Not that I couldn’t beat her in the tickle game, I just didn’t want to.  I was bigger than Anne, though I was always a rather scrawny child I was a year older than Anne and I was a boy.  Nonetheless I would always let her win.  We’d roll around on her large sofa and the floor and when we were done she would always sit victoriously on top of me while I lay prone on the ground.  Then she would force me to do things under the threat that she would start tickling me again.  I complied quite willingly but I of course made it seem as though I was afraid of those slender fingers poking my sides.  The things she made me do were mild but as I think back on them I realize just how sexual they were.  She would get her underwear out of her room and force me to wear it over my pants.  One time she even tried putting an old tutu she had on me.  It was a little too small and she struggled for several minutes, sitting on top of me pulling the tutu up to my waist all the while the part between my legs pushing against my penis making me erect.  She gave up and when my erection went down I remember saying to her “too bad you gave up, ‘cause I think they’d fit.”  She resumed her position and continued her efforts and I enjoyed it thoroughly.

            Another time after she had won our latest game of tickle she sat on top of me trying to think of what she wanted me to do this time.  I remember her looking at my face, no, not my face, my mouth.  “I know” she said and she bent over and took off her white cotton sock.  As she did it turned half inside out.  I remember seeing a small black thing on the inside of the sock, a piece of dirt, perhaps even a dead bug, who knew?  All I know is that if it were any other person’s foot that sock had come from I would have been thoroughly disgusted, but this sock came from Anne.  She flicked off the black thing as she moved the sock towards my face.  “Open up” she said, and I did.  She didn’t just place the sock in my mouth, no, she shoved it in as far and as hard and she could.  It tasted of fabric and salt and was still moist from the sweat of her foot.  If it were any other person’s foot that sock came from…but it wasn’t, it was from Anne’s foot, and I loved it.  There were other things she would do. Sometimes she would take the large brown cushions off of the sofa and tell me to lie down on my stomach.  Then she would place the cushions on top of me and sit down on them and placidly watch T.V. while I feigned discomfort and pretended that I couldn’t breathe properly.  The truth was, however, that there was no place I’d have been happier than underneath Anne, feeling her weight press over my whole body through those cushions, particularly how it pressed my pelvis into the floor.  I would adjust my penis so that it was taking a good amount of pressure from her weight and I would get an erection. 

When I entered 4th grade and she 3rd our friendship began to diminish.  I’m not sure if my crush on her made me too shy to be around her anymore but I suppose it’s a possibility.  I started to get new friends and as 3^rdth grade were in two different buildings Anne and I started to drift apart.  When we got to middle school our friendship started picking up again.  We were good friends all through high school and still are, though we don’t see each other much as our respective colleges are a good 7-8 hours away from each other.  Anne still remains the pinnacle of my sexual ambition.  She was the beginning and remains my ultimate fantasy…maybe someday, someday. and 4

            These events helped to shape my whole sexuality.  Though I believe I must have been born submissive to women, Anne was my earliest outlet of that desire and indeed the earliest provocateur of sexual desire within me.  At the age of 13 when I first started masturbating, before my body could even produce semen (I had orgasms but what was released seemed to be nothing more than urine, I remember being surprised when it started turning white and getting sticky) I would always think of Anne.  The reoccurring fantasy was that she had me tied to a bed, on my back and totally naked.  She would then take off her panties and just start rubbing my penis with her hairless vagina.  Anne has always been at the forefront of my sexual desires ever since.  In almost all of my sexual fantasies where I am being submissive towards women Anne is my mistress.  Even my taste in women is strongly influenced by Anne.  I like “tom boys” with petite athletic bodies, small breasts, beautiful smiles, and big round screamingly seductive eyes.  These are characteristics that are obvious in Anne.  I don’t know if all those experiences in my youth with Anne were for the better or worse, but I do know that if enjoying them was wrong, then I was a bad little boy.

Now

            It was one week before I had to go back to college for what was to be my senior year.  I’d wasted away most of my summer playing video games, diddling around on the guitar, and spending time with the few old friends who remained in my home town.  Among them was my best friend from high school Tom.  Tom is something of a mechanic at an auto dealer where he works with a kid named Jeremy.  Tom is my age where Jeremy is one year younger, we all went to the same school but I never really knew Jeremy.  It was Monday night and Tom asked me if I wanted to come over to help him put a stereo in his car (which consisted of me playing fetch with his dog and talking to him while he did all the work as I know nothing of how it’s done.)  After he finished he asked if I wanted to go bowling with he, Jeremy, and Anne in about a half an hour.  I said that I did and went home to get some socks and money.  I didn’t know what Anne he was talking about until I got back and saw Anne Skeem sitting in the back seat of Jeremy’s jacked up new Chevy diesel.  “I didn’t know you were in town” I said as I made the leap to enter the back seat of the big truck.  “I just got in today, I have a doctors appointment tomorrow at 1:00” Anne replied.  It was nice seeing Anne, I hadn’t seen her probably since last summer.  She looked much the same as I remembered her; slim, small but beautiful breasts, perfectly shaped round ass, a pretty white toothed smile, and eyes that could melt the heart of the coldest man.

            We went bowling and afterwards went to Jeremy’s house to watch a movie.  I drove my car behind Jeremy in his truck as Tom had been drinking a good deal and would need a ride home.  About halfway through the movie Anne mentioned that she could really go for some French fries.  I kept it in mind and after the movie I said “Well I suppose I’ll head out now, you wanna’ come with me Anne?  I’ll stop by McDonalds.”  “Sure” she replied.  I woke up the now passed out Tom and the three of us got in my car and drove to McDonalds.  After getting some food I proceeded to drive my two friends home.  Tom and Anne only lived about 50ft from one another.  I dropped Tom off first and helped him into his house and then drove around the corner to drop off Anne.  I pulled into her driveway and stopped.  “What are you up to now?” she asked.  It was only 1:30am.  “Well I guess I’ll probably go home and play some video games or something, why?”  “I was just thinking” she replied.  “Thinking about what?” I asked.  “I noticed you looking at me all night” Anne said with a hint of seduction in her voice.  When I heard this my heart literally stopped beating.  ‘Was that a come on delivered to me from the girl I lust after more than anyone?’ I wondered to myself.  I had been looking at her all night, staring at her beauty when I didn’t think she would notice.  “Sorry, you’re just too sexy for me to resist” I said; I’m somewhat fond of overly cheesy lines.  I expected her to roll her eyes, smile, and say goodnight.  What she did say threw me for a bit of a loop.  “I know you can’t resist me, and you don’t want to.  Want to come in?  I feel like maybe watching another movie” she said and exited my car and walked into her house before I could even answer her.

            I was a little taken aback and perplexed by her unexpected reaction, I turned off the car and followed her into her house.  The house was devoid of other people; both of her parents were gone for the next few days she had mentioned earlier in the night, I hadn’t thought much of it then.  We went to the basement and she put in a movie.  It was all just how I remembered it from years past, it seemed as though nothing had changed.  It brought back some great memories.  Anne and I sat next to each other on the big brown sofa and her strange response back in the car had faded out of my mind.  About a half an hour into the movie I had managed to move ever so slowly across the sofa so as now I was sitting right next to Anne, our hips touching.  I put my arm back behind the sofa in a juvenile attempt to discreetly put my arm around her.  “Now just what are you trying to do?” she asked in a teasing voice.  “Oh nothing” I said with a sheepish and totally transparent grin.  “Oh I don’t think so buster” she said and poked me in the side right below the ribs (she remembered where I was vulnerable to tickling), I wretched over and started trying to poke her back.  She pushed me onto my back and kneeled over me, her left knee between my legs and ever so slightly pressing against my crotch.  That was enough to make my head spin.  I could feel the blood pumping into my penis and my efforts to hold her poking fingers at bay became meek and insignificant.  In a fit of passion I lost control and grabbed her by the waist, I wanted her and I’d just made a move that was perhaps a little over zealous.  I played it off and a counter to her tickling; I grabbed her more firmly and rolled us both off of the sofa and onto the floor where we resumed our struggling.  As always, I let her win and she sat now victoriously on my abdomen while I begged her to stop tickling me.  

            She straddled me, all of her weight resting on my belly.  She rocked back and forth a little while laughing at my submission to her.  “I noticed this has made you somewhat excited” she said in regards to my very erect penis.  I don’t exactly have a small penis so when it’s erect it’s hard to hide.  “What can I say, you excite me” another cheesy, lame response.  “So you want me to stop tickling you eh?” she asked.  “Yes” I lied “I’ll do anything you want me to” not a lie.  “Well I want to see this thing” she said and grasped my cock firmly through my trousers.  I was caught off guard and gasped in a short breath of air.  She stood “stand up and strip” she said.  I did as I was told.  It didn’t take long, I was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts with no underwear.  I let my clothes fall to the floor and Anne looked at my naked body.  “Now this just won’t do” she said.  “Go into the bathroom, there’s a razor and some shaving cream sitting on the sink, shave off all that stuff on your cock and balls.”  I thought that a strange command but I turned towards the bathroom and did as I was told.  As soon as I came out of the bathroom door I was struck by a cupped hand right in my crotch.  Anne grabbed my balls and squeezed tightly.  The pain struck me and my knees buckled slightly but I was even more surprised by what I saw.  Anne was wearing nothing but a black leather bra and a short black leather skirt that came only about 6 inches down her thighs.  “You’re mine tonight bitch” she said “on your knees” and she squeezed harder.  I’m not sure if I choose to go to my knees or if the pain in my testicles caused my knees to fold, either way I was where she wanted me.

            In her left hand she held a pair of shiny metal handcuffs; she walked behind me and cuffed my hands behind my back.  “Open up” she said and from behind she put a gag into my mouth and fastened the strap behind my head.  The gag stuck about 3 inches into my mount and was shaped like a penis.  Then she pushed my head forward and with my arms restrained behind my back my head hit what was thankfully a shaggily carpeted floor.  With one bare foot she stepped on the back of my head to hold me down.  “And now for the element of control” she said with a devious sounding giggle.  I felt her finger with something very slimy on it press against my rectum.  She was lubing up my ass.  I had never had anything put in my ass so I was a little worried at this point.  I started to say something in protest momentarily forgetting about the penis gag in my mouth so all that came out was a muffled “mfffm hmmmf.”  “You will speak only when I tell you to bitch” Anne said and put a good deal of weight onto the back of my head.  She probably doesn’t weigh very much more than 120lbs but that feels like a lot when it’s on your skull. 

Just then I felt something cold and hard press against my ass.  It felt like metal but I wasn’t sure.  It was big, and she was pressing it hard, but slowly into me.  The widest part of it entered me and it was in.  “This is an electronic butt plug” she said.  “Stand up so I can demonstrate it.”  She removed her foot from my head and I awkwardly stood with my arms still behind my back.  As I stood the walls of my anal passage squeezed onto the bug plug, I felt totally full in a way I cannot adequately describe.  “It has 10 settings; we’ll start with setting 4 and go from there.  This is what you will receive when you disobey me.”  She pressed a button on a small remote she was holding and my world was lit on fire.  I felt painful electricity shoot through my ass and all throughout my genital area and stomach.  I dropped to the floor and writhed in pain.  Even though it hurt it was also stimulating my prostate and my penis became rock hard in no time.

“Had enough bitch?” she mocked me.  I nodded my head frantically up and down and did my best to mumble “yes” through the gag which was now causing me to drool profusely.  She let the device go for a few more seconds.  Then she cranked it up, to what setting she didn’t tell me.  The sensation was so intense I could do nothing.  The muscles in my body flexed.  All of me went rigid and I almost came but she turned off the device with not more than a few seconds to spare.  I lay there in the fetal position at her feet just trying to regain my composure.  I could think clearly enough but my body didn’t want to comply.  When I finally managed to sit up Ann placed a collar around my neck.  With a leash attached to the collar she pulled me up onto my feet. 

“We still need to finish this movie” she said and she walked me over to where we’d been sitting when this all began.  The movie had continued to play all the while.  She positioned herself to sit on the sofa and stood me in front of her, facing her.  She put the leash between her legs and held it behind her back.  She sat down and as she did she sat on the leash and it pulled me down a bit.  “On your knees” she said.  I obliged and knelt before her.  I could now see that there was a small black thong underneath her leather skirt.  “Remove my underwear bitch” she commanded.  “You may use only your mouth.”  She removed my gag and I dove my face between her thighs and began the task of removing her panties.  “For every minute my panties stay on I turn the plug up one notch.”  After a minute of me trying to get a grip on her panties with my teeth (completely soaking her inner thighs with my saliva in the process) she turned the plug onto setting one.  This was not so much pain as a minor discomfort.  It caused a warm feeling in my anus and a tickling sensation throughout my genitals.  Luckily I managed to get her panties off without the plug being turned up any higher.  As soon as I had removed them she yanked on the leash forcing my face right into her pussy.

“Eat me, slowly and smoothly.”  She wrapped the leash around her arm and I could not move my face more than half an inch away from her vagina.  My world was encompassed by her crotch and I sunk my tongue as deeply as I could into her sweet, wet pussy.  For half an hour until the movie was done I sat there on me knees eating Ann.  My knees were throbbing, my back was tired, and my tongue felt like it was going to fall off.  I never even got her to come; she sat there placidly watching the movie the whole time.  Finally she allowed slack into the leash.  I leaned back on my haunches and breathed deep my first breath of fresh air in 30 minutes.  “Hmmmm, well done bitch” she said in a low satisfied voice.  She then replaced the gag in my mouth, there was really no need; my tongue was too tired to talk anyway.  She stood, straightened her skirt and I stood up next to her.  As soon as I’d gained my feet her knee came shooting up into my crotch.  She smashed my balls and I dropped like a sack of potatoes.  She had restrained herself, it was not an incredibly powerful shot.  It was enough to make me feel like I was going to throw up, a feeling not helped by the gag which teased the back of my throat.  “You will stand when I tell you to stand, is that understood?  Now stand up.”  I attempted to stand but my legs had not yet recovered.  I felt a surge of electricity pulse through my ass as she cranked on the plug.  “STAND!” she commanded and turned the plug up another notch.  “STAND BITCH!” and the plug was turned up again.  I finally managed to rise, not incredibly easy with my hands still cuffed behind my back and a pain in my stomach causing me to hunch over.  I stood in front of her, bending a little at the waist.  The plug made my legs feel like jello and my cock was fully erect.  “Stand up straight” she said.  I did, trying to ignore the feelings of pain (and pleasure) coursing through my body.  “Now stay standing straight or this plug gets turned up, it’s only at 3 right now.” 

Then she did something I had not expected.  She started kissing my neck.  She sucked hard and bit me lightly.  She started working her way down my nude body.  She kissed me all over my chest, sucking and biting on my nipples along the way.  It took all the strength I had to keep my back straight through her tormenting.  She kissed down past my chest and to my stomach at which point she was bent over enough that I could see her beautiful ass sticking out of her short skirt.  I wanted it so badly but I made sure I kept rock still.  She went to her knees and worked her lips lower and lower on my body until she had reached my raging hard penis.  She didn’t touch it, she merely blew onto it.  The feeling was amazing and I couldn’t help but bend slightly at my waist as a muffled moan of ecstasy left my mouth.  ‘Click’ and the plug was turned up one notch.  The hot feelings of electricity increased in my body.  I could feel it down my legs and into my stomach now.  I felt very ready to orgasm; as if she’d read my thoughts Anne said “don’t you dare come until I tell you that you may.”  I tried to clear my mind and subdue the feelings of oncoming orgasm building within me.  Then Anne took me into her mouth.  I thought it was hard to stand straight before, this made it almost impossible but I somehow managed to control myself.  Her moist, soft lips wrapped around the head of my penis and her tongue flicked over the hole.  She started to slowly and shallowly move her lips back and forth along my cock.  She made it incredibly moist with her saliva which only made her light pink lips feel smother and softer on my sensitive skin.  Then she lightly grabbed the back of my shaft with her hand and started to slowly pump it back and forth.  With her other hand she cupped my balls and I lost control.  “UUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG” I screamed through the gag and my semen shot into her mouth and onto her face, from which it dripped onto her chest.  I had no idea that much semen could be stored in my testicles.  It just kept coming and coming, a solid 10 pumps in total.  It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, never prior, and never again.  

My orgasm was so powerful I collapsed in a heap on the floor.  My energy was gone and my body was weak.  “You are a very bad little boy” she said in an amazingly seductive voice as she delicately scraped some of my semen off her lip with her finger and held it to my face.  “Clean me” she said.  I opened my mouth and sucked my own come off of her smooth finger.  It was warm and tasted of salt and bitter.  “Clean all of me” she said and she sat cross legged on the floor in front of me.  She turned off the plug and I ever so slowly drug my limp body over to her.  I started on her beautiful chest.  Licking and sucking my come off of her soft skin, her beautiful little pink nipples.  I moved to her chin, then to her cheek and finished with the bit still left on her lips.  After I’d imbibed every drop of my semen she embraced my lips in a powerful kiss.  She pulled my tongue into her mouth and sucked it hard, I returned the favor.  She stood, I stayed sitting.  “At least you can learn, but I’m afraid you must be punished for coming without permission.”  She pulled me up by the leash and led me into her room; I looked at her bed and saw a series of ropes at the head and foot.  Her bed was the bottom of a bunk bed, the top bunk was empty but hanging from the side was a metal loop hooked to the frame.  She walked behind me and unlocked one side of the handcuffs.  She led me over to her bed and ran the unlocked handcuff through the metal loop and then relocked it onto my wrist.  My hands were fixed slightly above my head.  From behind me she then placed a blindfold over my eyes.  “Now for your punishment” she said, I prepared myself as best I could and waited for the reward I’d earned for disobeying my mistress.