As we talked I noticed his eyes were wandering over my body and I felt my pussy twitching. I glanced at his crotch and was shocked when I saw a sizeable bulge. “I bet you have the girls lining up to go out with you.” I said as I thought of how I wanted to drop to my knees and swallow his cock.

   “No, not really, in fact I don’t have a girlfriend right now.”

   “Well I don’t know what’s wrong with these girls. If I was twenty years younger I’d love to go out with you.”

   “You’re just being nice.”

   “No I’m not.” I said as I rubbed his shoulder. “You are a really handsome young man.”

   About that time we got busy so we didn’t have a chance to talk much more. When I had finished my shift I looked around and Eric was gone. “Oh well, it’s probably best.” I muttered to myself as I walked into the parking lot. I got in my Explorer and started down the street. I had gone about a block when I saw Eric walking. I pulled up beside him and said. “Hop in I’ll give you a lift. It’s too cold to be walking.”

   He climbed in and told me where he lived; it was only a few blocks from my house. I noticed his eyes were glued to my breasts. I looked down and saw that the cold had made my nipples stiff and they were poking against my shirt. “Oops, I guess it’s colder than I thought.” I said with a big smile.

   “I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have been staring like that. But you are so beautiful and you’ve been so nice to me.”

   “That’s ok sweetie. I don’t mind and thank you for lying and saying I’m beautiful. You really know how to make an old woman happy.”

   “But I’m not lying, you are beautiful. I’d love to have you as my girlfriend.”

   “Well thank you, but you should be chasing some sweet young thing instead of thinking about an old married woman like me.” Now to be honest I’m not old and I’m not too bad looking, I mean I’m no model but I still get plenty of whistles. I’m 34, 5’9” and 36B-28-38 and I have light brown hair.

    “But I think you’re much sexier than the girls I go to school with.” He smiled as he put his hand on my thigh.

    I didn’t know what to do or think. I had been having sex with my son and his friend for a few months, but did I want to risk having this cute young thing fuck me silly? What if he bragged to his friends? I could be in major trouble. But damn he was just so cute and that bulge in his crotch looked so inviting. I looked at him and said. “You know I’m a married woman and I’m old enough to be your mother.”

   “I know but that just makes you sexier.” As he talked his hand moved farther up my thigh. My pussy was responding I could feel it twitching and I knew my panties were getting wet.

   “What makes you think I’m interested in you?”

   “The way you looked at my crotch and the way you checked out the other kids there. You like young cock, don’t you?”

   I felt his hand rub my pussy through my jeans and I just melted. I had to have his young cock and I didn’t care what happened. I spread my legs making it easier for him then said. “Oh yes Eric, I love young cock and I really want yours.”

   I put my hand on his crotch and could feel his young cock throbbing through his jeans. He opened his jeans and pulled out a beautiful seven inch cock. He put it in my hand and I started stroking him as I drove. If you think talking on your cell phone is distractive while you drive, you should try stroking a fifteen year old seven inch cock. After almost running over several people I turned onto my street. “Put your head down, I don’t want my neighbors to see me coming home with a young stud in the car.”

   Luckily my husband and son were off on a father and son hunting trip. I pulled into the garage and closed the door. Then I pulled Eric up and kissed him hard, driving my tongue into his mouth. His hands went to my breasts and mine went back to his cock. I raised my arms so he could lift my t shirt over my head. Then he unhooked my bra and pulled it away from my body. I felt his lips trailing down my neck then he had my left nipple in his mouth and his tongue was licking it as he sucked. He was trying to unbutton my jeans but I pushed him back into his seat and pulled his shirt over his head. I licked down his neck then took his nipple in my mouth as I reached across him and laid his seat back. He lifted his ass so I could pull his jeans and boxers down. My mouth watered as I looked at his beautiful cock. It stood proud like a piece of white marble rising out of his dark pubic hair. Then I saw his balls, they looked huge and I knew they held what I wanted, hot young boy cum, and lots of it.

   I licked down his smooth hairless stomach then kissed the head of his cock. He groaned and I noticed a drop of precum and I licked it off savoring his fresh clean taste. I slid his cock into my mouth sliding about half way down then back up. My tongue was busy licking his shaft as I took more into my mouth with each stroke. I felt it hit the back of my throat and I relaxed as the head slipped into my throat. He was moaning as I took him deeper in my throat till my nose was buried in his soft pubic hair. His scent filled my nostrils as I licked his balls with his cock buried in my throat.

He had his hands on my head and was moaning as I swallowed his cock.

   “Holy shit, I’ve never felt anything like this. Don’t stop baby, suck my cock.” He said as he lifted his hips shoving his cock further down my throat. “Oh yea baby, suck my young cock make me cum in your mouth. You want to taste my hot young cum, don’t you?”

   I pulled my mouth off his cock with a pop and looked up at his handsome face. I knew my eyes were glazed with lust. “Oh yes sweetie, I want you to cum in my mouth. Let me taste your sweet young cum.”

   As I finished speaking I ran my tongue around under the head of his cock, causing him to gasp and shake. I took him back in my mouth and began bobbing faster and faster as my hand rubbed hiss large balls coaxing the cum from them. I felt his balls pull up against his body and his cock throbbed and jerked then my mouth was flooded with cum.

   “OH FUCK LISA, HERE IT CUMS!!! SHIT YES SWALLOW MY CUM!!!”

   I swallowed the first shot just in time for the second. As I swallowed his cock would jerk and another shot would fill my mouth, it was amazing and delicious. I swear he came more than anyone I have ever been with, it was like being in a porno with Peter North. As I swallowed the last of his teenaged cum I licked his cock clean then sat up in my seat catching my breath. He leaned over and kissed me hard driving his tongue deep into my mouth as his fingers closed around my breast. He started undoing my jeans but I grabbed his hand and said. “Come on sweetie lets take it into the house.”

   He stepped out of his jeans and boxers and followed me to my room. It was a beautiful sight him walking and his seven inch cock still standing proud wobbling from side to side with each step. He dropped to his knees in front of me and unfastened my jeans and pulled them down leaving me standing there in just my powder blue bikini panties. I know he could see the huge wet spot in the crotch as he kissed my thighs. Then his hands slid my panties down revealing my brown haired pussy. He kissed just above my slit then looked at me.

    “My god, you are so beautiful. I’ve dreamed of a woman like you being my first.”

    

   I couldn’t believe my ears. This handsome young stud was a virgin. What was wrong with the girls around here? How could they let a prime piece of meat like this just sit on the shelf?  I was snapped back to reality when I felt his tongue slide over my clit and I spread my legs to give him better access. His hands gripped the cheeks of my ass and pulled my pussy to his waiting lips. I felt his tongue slip into my vagina and I could hear him sucking and swallowing my flowing juices.

   “Oh Eric that feels so good. Yes that’s it stick your tongue deep in my pussy.”

   As I spoke I could feel my knees weakening and I put my hands on his shoulders to steady my self. His tongue was doing magical things to me and I thought. ‘Thank god for the internet and porn for teaching this boy how to eat pussy.’ I could feel my orgasm approaching and I held him tight as I ground my pussy into his face.

   “OH YES! OH YES! EAT MY PUSSY! OH MY SWEET BABY MAKE ME CUM!  YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!” I screamed as I came my fluid covering his sweet face. My legs gave out and he lowered me to the floor. I lay there panting and he was still licking my pussy, what a good boy. I had to reach down and pull him away from my sensitive clit before I went insane.

   I could feel his hard cock sliding up my leg as he kissed up my body. I spread my legs as wide as I could then I felt it rubbing my pussy as our tongues wrestled back and forth. I reached down and positioned him at my entrance then looked into his eyes and said. “Fuck me Eric.”

   We both moaned as he slid his cock all the way into me. I felt his balls on my ass and I held him in place. His cock felt wonderful just soaking in me. Then he slid out till just the head was inside me and I waited for him to drive it back in, but he didn’t. The little shit was teasing me. I lifted my ass trying to get him back inside but he just held still, keeping just the head in my wet and wanton pussy.

   “What’s the matter babe? Do you want my cock in your wet pussy?”

   “Yes I want to feel you in me. Please oh please FUCK ME.”

   With that he laughed and drove his cock back into me and started fucking me with hard long strokes. I was going out of my mind as his cock slid in and out of me. I locked my legs around his back and lifted my ass to meet his every stroke, trying to get him deeper in me. His lips were wrapped around first one nipple then the other and he was gently nibbling each one. My legs were shaking and I felt another huge orgasm building. My stomach felt like it was knotted and I could feel my asshole twitching as I screamed and had my second orgasm in just a few minutes.

   “OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING AGAIN! FUCK ME! I LOVE YOUR COCK IN ME! SHIT YES!”

   I must have blacked out because when I came to he was staring at me with a worried look on his face. His cock was still buried in me and I could feel it twitching. I smiled at him and I saw him breathe a huge sigh of relief.

   “I thought I had killed you.” He said.

   “I’m sorry sweetie; I didn’t mean to scare you. It was just so good. You made me cum so hard I passed out. Get on the bed and let me catch my breath then I want some more.”

   He crawled onto the bed and I lay beside him slowly stroking him. After a few minutes I climbed on top of him and lined him up with my pussy. Then I lowered myself moaning as he filled my emptiness. I leaned over and kissed him as I moved my hips working my pussy on his cock. I could feel him lifting up and trying to move me faster and I knew he was about to cum.

   “Oh baby are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna fill my pussy with your cum? Do it baby, let me feel you cum.”

   “HERE IT CUMS! FUCK I’M CUMMING!”

   I felt his cock jerk then his hot cum hitting the walls of my pussy. It was great; he kept cumming just like before. We lay there kissing and holding each other as or orgasms subsided. Then suddenly the phone rang. I let the machine get it then grabbed the receiver when I heard who it was.

   “Hi Teri, hold on don’t hang up.” I reached over and turned the machine off. “So what’s up?” If you’ve read my stories about my son Ricky you know Teri is a very close friend and we have no secrets.

   “Not much I just thought I’d see what you are doing.”

   “You wouldn’t believe what I’m doing right now. I’m sitting on a fifteen year old with his seven inch cock in my pussy and he just filled it with cum.” I could see the shock on Eric’s face as I told Teri what was happening. I felt his dick starting to shrink and I started moving my hips sliding it in and out and soon it was rock hard again.

   “You’re kidding, right?”

   “No I’ve got a hard young cock buried in me as we speak. Why don’t you come on over?”

   “I’ll be right there.”

   “Just let yourself in.” I hung up the phone and looked at Eric. “Do you think you can handle another one?”

   He grabbed my ass, smiled and said. “The more the merrier babe.”

 

   I lifted my pussy off his cock, moved up his chest and straddled his face. As I pressed my pussy to his mouth I said. “Eat me Eric. Suck your cum from my pussy.”

   He moaned and I felt his tongue slip into me then he started sucking his cum from me. He licked and sucked till he had swallowed all his cum. My pussy was throbbing and a bit tender so I rolled off his face. I lay beside him and I swear his cock was harder than before. He was definitely ready for more action but I wanted to wait for Teri. I had some very special things planned for Eric and I wanted Teri to enjoy them too.

   To be continued? It’s up to you. Let me know what you think at lisa_7486@yahoo.com.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Because of her injuries, Victoria had an extended leave from work, for as long as she needed. The doctor thought two weeks would probably be about right. The girls and I thought two months sounded better. You know, just to make sure she was completely ok, over her trauma, etc. Maybe she needed to recuperate in a warmer climate - like Hawaii, maybe. Yeah, right. Probably more like Peoria! We had not spent all that much time together for a long time. I hoped we still liked each other when it was done!

Cindi was pretty much back to normal, except the changes that would probably never go away. Amy was really starting to bloom. She was number one in her class in GPA or whatever they call it these days, with Cindi as number two. Katie was number three and Rebecca number six, so when they all got together, I went and hid in the basement as much as I could. My two made me feel inferior enough, without a whole pack of geniuses to contend with. Of course, they would call me back upstairs whenever they just had to have someone to tease or pick on. Secretly, I loved it, but I would never tell them that. Like they didn't know.

I was having a good time. Everyone was home and in good spirits. However, we never seemed to be short on crises, so I wondered when the next one was going to come. As it turned out, it was Victoria again. Sheesh! I wonder if her warranty was still good - I could trade her in on a less troublesome model! Just kidding - I could not live without her.

I came home one day, all excited because the whole family was going to be home for dinner together. Wow! It would be interesting to see if we still knew how to do this. As I pulled up to the house, I noticed a police car parked at the curb. I wondered which of the neighborhood kids was in trouble now. At least I did not have to worry about it being mine. Cindi would not know how to get into trouble even if she wanted to and Amy would not ever be caught if she ever decided to do something.

As I walked into the house, I was surprised to hear Cindi yell, "NO! You are NOT!" Cindi? Yelling? This was going to be interesting. I walked into the room to find Victoria on one side of the room, Cindi a little in front of her, with two police officers standing in front of Cindi, and Amy standing near one of the police officers, talking earnestly to him. As I walked in, Cindi saw me and cried "Daddy! Do something! They're going to arrest Mommy!" She looked really upset.

I asked what was going on.

"We need to take your wife down to the station for questioning", cop #1 said.

"For what?"

"We'll discuss it there." Ah, standard police doctrine - get them out of the emotionally charged atmosphere, to control the situation. I understood that, but NIMBY. Victoria had been quiet so far.

"Sorry. I know what we are discussing first, or she doesn't leave here".

"They want to question her about the three teenage boys killed in that SUV accident, Dad," Amy blurted out.

Uh oh. Dad. Amy was upset. In addition, I was not sure I liked how quiet Victoria was. Was it the calm before the storm? I had seen an example of her storms before. Maybe we should rename her Camille. Except Camille did far less damage in a much longer period of time.

"Do you have a warrant? Let's sit down and discuss this." I said.

It was immediately obvious to me that Cindi and Cop #1 were not getting along at all. He was young, arrogant, and inexperienced and she was pissed. She was as red in the face and as mad as I had ever seen her, but there was something else there too. Oh, shit, I realized, this was bringing up the whole rape issue again - I needed to get this settled as fast as possible.

It is surprising how fast things can go to hell in a hurry. Cindi, much to my surprise, was being very aggressive, and she stepped towards Cop #1 and said, "You are NOT taking my Mom anywhere!" "Cindi..." I said soothingly.

Just then Cop # 1 decided he had had just about enough of the snotty, punk 13 year old brat that was interfering with his God given right to take someone into custody, and said "Shut up and get out of the way or I'll take you in too!" and reached forward to grab her and jerk her out of the way.

Oh, Fuck! Don't mess with her babies! I heard Amy call out "Dad!" as I saw Victoria start to move. Yeah, yeah Amy, I see it. Shit! I knew where this was going, if I did not do something quickly, and I did not like it at all. I had seen how fast Victoria could move when someone threatened her babies. I looked at Amy and I saw it in her face too - she had seen this movie before also. I saw Amy begin to move, and wondered what she was up to, but I was getting way too busy just trying to keep Camille from making landfall to worry about her.

The events that followed happened so fast that it was only later that I was able to sort them out in the right order.

I screamed "NO!", and moved three steps forward as fast as I could. Because of the way everyone was placed, I could not get between Cindi and the jerk soon enough to stop him from grabbing her, so I did the only thing I could - I grabbed his arm and spun him around. At about that same time, I heard Amy's voice say "Cindy, stop Mom." As I was spinning the cop around, I was once again looking at Amy's face, and I swear I did not see her lips move. However, they must have, because Cindi apparently heard her instructions also. I saw Cindi throw her arms around Victoria's waist and scream "No, Mommy, no, stop, please, no!" I could see the sick look on Cindi's face as she realized the consequences her actions had just set into place. Even though Cindi had never seen Victoria in action, she somehow knew that it was not good. I did not even want to see Victoria's eyes. I twisted the jerk's arm behind his back, and slammed him into the wall face first. As I pulled his gun out of his holster, I distinctly heard the sound of the slide being pulled back on an automatic pistol and the click of a safety being taken off. Damn, I thought in despair. I am not going to make it in time. I braced for the impact of a bullet as I swung the gun over and pointed it at Cop # 2.

It was amazing how things went instantly from moving so fast that it was almost impossible to follow to total silence and no one moving at all.

I looked over at Cop # 2 as I pointed the gun at his head and I saw that I needn't have bothered. Amy had his gun in her hand, holding it rock steady, pointed right between his eyes. Stalemate. And we were in big trouble. However, not as much trouble as if Victoria took on two cops.

As I looked around, I saw Cindi was holding her mom around the waist, begging her to stay there. I saw Victoria relax a little.

Amy smiled gently at Cop #2, who seemed very surprised, and said sweetly "You are going to be awfully embarrassed if you get shot by a 13 year old girl with your own gun. Won't that be fun to explain to your captain, hmmm? Shall we dance?" Wow! Not only a pretty face and a certifiable genius, but the girl had some teeth about her too! I was going to give her a big hug - and then we were going to have a long talk.

Victoria was standing still, looking at Amy and me, eyes wide in surprise. Cindi was staring at all the guns being pointed around the room, and was well on her way to hysteria.

I had to diffuse this now.

"Amy, set the gun down on the floor over by the door and come back here to me. Cindi, get you mom out of here, Victoria, honey, go with her, please, I will take care of Amy. I promise."

Surprisingly, they did just what I told them to do. I was worried that Victoria would not go, but she gave me a grateful smile, looked at Amy in astonishment, and picked up Cindi, who was hysterical at this point, and left the room. When Amy got back to me, I gave her the gun I had, and told her to set it next to the other one. When she got back, I kept my hands out in front of me, sat down at the table and motioned for the cops to do the same. Amy stood next to my chair, looking relaxed and smiling sweetly. Only I could see the vein throbbing in her neck.

"Let's talk," I said. "Amy, go into the other room with your Mom".

"Nope," she said, "I stay here with you." Great. The first time in 13 years she ever disobeys me and it has to be now. Strangely, though, I felt safe and comfortable with her by my side.

Cop #1 started to get belligerent with me. "I'm going to take you all in for resisting arrest!"

"No you're not," I said calmly. "If you do, you won't have a job tomorrow. First, you threatened and grabbed a 13 year old who had done nothing to you. Does the word 'minor' mean anything to you? And a female to boot. Who is recovering from a gang rape and is paranoid about men touching her. Especially male chauvinist pig men like the ones that raped her. Men who are trying to take away one of her parents. What do you thing the TV news crews are going to say about that?"

Cop # 2 was more reasonable. "But we do need to take your wife in for questioning".

"I understand that. And you can. When we agree that no charges will be filed due to what happened here, and after I have had a chance to calm down my daughter. Can we agree to that? Or do I have to call my old boss, Chief Haskin, and tell him that one of his finest just tried to throw my mentally unbalanced 13 year old rape victim daughter across the room? A young girl that he knows personally and thinks the world of."

That did it. Ten minutes later, Cindi was only crying, as Amy hugged her tight and whispered in her ear. I had Rebecca and her mom and Katie come over to stay with the girls, and Victoria and I, without handcuffs, (I thought Cindi was going to get hysterical again when the jerk brought those out) were on the way to the police station.

When we got to the station, we were taken into a room for questioning. I asked to see the evidence they had for detaining my wife.

"We don't have to show you that," the jerk said. All right, I had had enough of this shit.

"You know, asshole, next time I am not going to bother to save your life", I snarled. Victoria looked at me, and then looked away. I took out my wallet, removed a card from under my driver's license, and handed it to Cop # 2. "Please give this to Chief Haskin and ask him to see me as soon as possible," I asked politely. Victoria spoke for the first time since this started. "I understand I get one phone call. I would like mine right now," she stated politely. Cop #2, a little uncomfortable with what was going on, moved the phone over to her before he left the room. Cop # 1 insisted it be on the speakerphone. Victoria smiled sweetly at him, dialed the number, and when it was picked up, simply said, "I'm at the central police station" and hung up.

I thought Cop #1 was looking a little pale. Cop # 2 came back in about 10 minutes later, looking worried, and whispered to Cop #1. Then Cop #1 looked a lot pale.

Five minutes later, Chief Haskin walked in. We stood up as he walked over to me, shook my hand.

"Patrick, it's nice to see you again." Then he hugged Victoria. "Victoria, you are as beautiful as ever, I see. And how are your lovely daughters Cindi and Amy doing?"

Victoria smiled brightly at him. "Amy is fine. I hope Cindi is ok after her episode with John Wayne here." She pointed to Cop #1. He was really looking uncomfortable now.

"I am sorry about that. Officer Daniels explained to me what happened. I will take care of that. Sometimes our young officers get a little enthusiastic and do not show good judgment. Please thank Amy for me for her restraint. She is a remarkable young lady." He handed my card back to me, and gave me a barely perceptible nod. "Please give my regards to Captain Jensen next time you talk to him. Feel free to call me anytime I can be of assistance." He turned to Victoria. "And give Robert my best". He handed me a brown manila envelope. "Here is the documentation on this case. Please look it over, show it to your lawyer, and call me to make an appointment. We will talk more then." Both Cop # 1 and Cop # 2 were standing there with their mouths open.

Ten minutes later, we were on our way home, after calling Rebecca's mom to come get us. As we waited for them to show up, Victoria and I both spoke at once, me asking her who she had called with her phone call, and she asking what was on the card I had given the cop. We laughed together, and decided we both had some secrets. The van showed up with Rebecca, Amy, Cindi and Katie as passengers. Victoria and I got in the back with Cindi and Amy and were immediately mobbed by two squealing and one crying (gee, guess who?) teenagers. Cindi sat on her Mom's lap, head on her shoulder, as Victoria whispered to her, all the way home. Amy sat on my lap, hugging me.

"Thanks, Daddy. I don't even want to think about what would have happened if he had touched Cindi." She whispered.

"Yeah. That was quite a display you put on there, Amy. Thank you. You might have saved my life. I am going to have a long talk with Cindi!"

"De nada. Like Dad and Mom, like daughter. Hey, I'm a cute, athletic, 13 year old cheerleader genius, Daddy - you have no idea the things I can do that you've never seen!" She giggled, blushing. I do not even want to know what she was referring to! "Leave Cindi alone. She is too fragile to scold right now, and she already understands how bad that could have been because of her. Let her sleep with you and Mommy tonight. She's had a small relapse."

Actually, both girls slept with us that night. Cindy had nightmares all night and, after the first thunderstorm hit at 10:30; Amy snuggled and trembled all night long. I hope they never grow up!

The circumstantial evidence against Victoria looked strong. An eyewitness placed someone fitting her description as the last person to see the three boys when they left the bar that night. She had supposedly danced with all three, flirting and coming onto them and agreeing to go home with them. The car she left in, following them, however, did not match any of our cars. It was a rental car found the same night with damage on the right front fender and rented to a fictitious female. There were no fingerprints in the car. All of the case stemmed from the one eyewitness.

Victoria stopped into work briefly the next day to explain what had happened. They told her to not worry about it; they would take care of it. That seemed to mean a lot more to her than it did to me. While she was gone, I made a couple of phone calls, and then I logged on to the internet and started looking up everything I could about her company. Ten minutes later I got a call from a man named Bob, inviting me to meet him at the local bar (yea, it worked!). When I got there, it was a different man than before, with a name tag that said "Bob". I told him why I wanted to meet. He said do not worry about it, it would be taken care of. I told him they better, or I would and that might cause them a lot of embarrassment. He raised his eyebrows, and then told me that the card I had given the police chief had impressed many people; could he see it? I told him no, but take care of this or he would see it. He handed me a card with a phone number on it and said if I needed to talk to them, use that number - stop screwing around on the internet!

When I got home, Victoria looked at me funny. I knew she knew somehow about my meeting. I asked her if everyone in her company was named Bob or Robert. She laughed and said there did seem to be a lot of them.

Two days later, Chief Haskin called us and asked us to come down to the station. When we got there, he asked for the packet back. After I gave it to him, he said the case had been dropped. It seemed that the police had raided the house of the eyewitness due to a tip about drugs and, after a shootout, had found two kilos of heroin in the house. They had also found some expensive camera equipment and some child pornography tapes. He handed a tape to me, without an explanation. When I asked him what it was, he said he did not know; he had never watched it. The sad, haunted look in his eyes told me he was lying. Oh, by the way, the drug dealer was fatally injured in the shootout, so they had no eyewitness, no case. He also handed me a large, brown, sealed envelope addressed to me that had come to the station. He said he had not read that, either. I believed him - it was still sealed. It would be embarrassing if he had read that one, since the charges were dropped.

Victoria asked what was on the tape when we got home. I put it in the machine, turned it on, and saw Cindi and her boyfriend sitting on the couch in our basement. I immediately turned it off, and told her she did not want to know. She asked me if I had seen it. I nodded yes, tears in my eyes. She kissed me, went into the bedroom, and came back with the copy I had hidden months ago, and forgotten about. She asked if this was the same one. I asked her how she had found it. She said she didn't - Amy did. She told me Amy said it wasn't even hard to find, that I was just too easy. I smiled - certifiable genius. Victoria said none of them had watched it, to please destroy them both.

I told Victoria I was glad we did not have to use the brown envelope to beat the charges. She asked what was in it. I handed it to her. As she began to look at the contents, her hand covered her open mouth in shock. Inside were numerous pictures, with date stamps, over the last 6 months, including the weekend of the car crash, showing her in various shots with a man. Some of them strongly implied he was more than a friendly acquaintance. They were holding hands, kissing, making out in public places in various cities. There were airline ticket stubs, motel receipts, and restaurant receipts for numerous dates, including the weekend in question and covering all the cities the pictures were from. There were time stamped pictures in a nightclub, showing her kissing the same man, at the same time the crash had occurred. There was a private detective report covering the six-month period, with an hour-by-hour record of her activities for the weekend in question.

Victoria looked at me, with pain, shock and fear in her eyes.

"I swear to God, I have never so much as held another man's hand since we were married. None of this is true. I love only you. Please, you have to believe me." I could hear the trembling in her voice.

"I know that, silly. It never crossed my mind that you had."

"Then, what... how... why??"

"Victoria, when the police questioned you about that weekend, you would have had to refuse to answer their questions. That is because you did not go that weekend to where you told me and the girls you were going to, where we would have testified you told us you were going. You would have looked guilty as hell. Even though I know you often do not go where you tell us you are going, because of your work, you still would have looked guilty for that time. Therefore, what better way to explain your reluctance to answer, than the reason that you were afraid your husband would find out you were having an affair.

She looked at the pictures once more, than at me, then laughed. Then she punched me in the arm, hard. It hurt for a week.

"Damn you, you scared the hell out of me," she said. "You know I love you, don't you? You know I would never do something like that, don't you?" I felt ashamed for not preparing her for what she would find - I had never heard her sound unsure of my belief and trust in her faithfulness before. "It's just... I've had to lie to you so often; I never know when you might stop believing me on anything."

"I will always believe you on everything, Victoria, except concerning your work. And I will just not ask about that anymore, so you don't have to lie."

"But how did they get these pictures of me like this?"

"It's not you, silly. But if we fooled you, think how well it would have fooled the cops."

"Who are we? And how did you get all this done in three days?" she asked.

"What? You think your "company" is the only ones that can get things done. You know, Victoria, maybe we ought to sit down and tell each other all our secrets one of these days."

She grinned at me. "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours?"

"Are we still talking about our jobs?" I asked, as she lifted up her bottom to help me slip her panties down.

"Nope" she giggled.

Soon we were mostly undressed, making out on the couch like a couple of teenagers. Speaking of which, Amy and Cindi came strolling into the room to see what we doing.

They stopped, frozen, as they entered the room, as their minds registered what they were seeing. "EWWWW!" they shrieked, as they turned and ran into their bedrooms, slamming their doors shut in unison. Victoria and I fell over laughing. Mere mortal adults 1, genius teenagers 0! They did not come out the rest of the evening. Now we know how to get some peace and quiet!

As we lay there, later, enjoying each other and basking in the glow, I told her I had been a little worried about the strength of some of the evidence against her. She smiled and said she was not; she knew it was a setup from the beginning. She had made sure no one had seen her.

As I listened to her plan, it became wilder and bolder in the ways of humiliation. Lynn had many variations to this plan and wanted my opinion to these plans and any input I may have. Although some of her plans seemed extreme, she was the most open minded passionate woman I had ever met and deserved that in a man, not some alcoholic bastard that couldn't fulfill her desires. We agreed on a plan and would improvise as things went along. The date was set. Cathy was sent to her grandparents for the weekend.

I met Lynn after she got off work. I told her to go home as usual make dinner and make Doug's drinks a little stiffer than usual. I sat outside their house for an hour after he came home, when she walked out and told me he was passed out in his easy chair. I walked in with handcuffs, rope, and duct tape. I carried the drunken bastard to their bedroom where we cuffed and bound him nude in a chair in their bedroom. I slapped his face several times till he became conscious. An odd look appeared across his face as he realized he was bound and gagged with tape over his mouth. I walked from the room and reappeared with Lynn dressed in the sexiest teddy and the sheerest robe you have ever seen. Obviously upset, he struggled to free himself, I smacked him and told him to settle down if he knew what was good for him.

I took Lynn by the arm and pulled her toward me placing a passionate kiss on her lips as our tongues dance in each other mouths. Doug began to struggle and turn red with fury as his wife is totally turned on. She barked "Shut the fuck up you bastard! If you did this for me, he wouldn't have to." I grabbed Lynn by the hair and pulled her head back to me, kissing my way from her lips down her well-endowed chest. I slowly slid the robe from her shoulders dropping it to the floor. I slowly pushed her toward her knees just feet in front of her husband as she unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants to the floor, exposing my engorged cock. Like a hungry animal, she grabbed it rubbing it all over her face licking it up and down. Helplessly Doug watched as he became madder and madder. He mumbled through his gag. Lynn stood and back handed him with a deafening smack. I turned and sat on his bed as my lover removed my boots and pulled my pants completely from my body. Dropping again to her knees, her hot mouth engulfed my entire cock, her head bobbed up and down while her nails grazed my balls. Placing my hands on the back of her head I began assisting her bobbing motions, as my assistance became more forceful, I hit her gag reflex, I jerked her head back and she moaned loudly, "Please don't stop baby!"

I stood Lynn up and slowly removed her teddy exposing her body, kissing every inch as I went. I lay her back on the bed spreading her thighs placing my face at her blazing love furnace. I licked my way around her boiling cunt careful not to touch her swollen clit. Allowing my tongue to part her lips, I dipped it further into her hole tasting her sweet nectar. Unable to make a difference, Doug sat there helpless watching his wife enjoy the touch of another man. As I felt Lynn's body tense, I sensed she was near orgasm so I slowed my pace. She grabbed the back of my head pulling me in tight. She again moaned loudly "MAKE ME CUM!!!" With this I continued licking her honey pot, quickly turning my attention to her sensitive love bud. Flicking my tongue over her clit and sucking it into my mouth, she began to buck. Her pending orgasm began as I tasted her sweet juices flow across my tongue I moved from in front of her. Perfectly in place in front of her on the bed was Doug strapped to his chair. As I continued Lynn's stimulation through her orgasm, she blasted her husband squirting her love juice all over his body. With a look of disgust and hatred he sat there helplessly bound. As her orgasm subsided, Lynn sat up looking at Doug laughing exclaiming, "That's how a man should love a woman you puny bastard. You never could please me with that wimpy ass cock of yours." "This is how a man should look," she said stroking my hard cock kissing the thick mushroom head.

        It would only get worse.

        I showered, shampooing my hair, washing my feet and armpits, carefully cleaning my arse and pussy, checking for any unwanted hair. The Master liked my bald pussy, the smoothness of my skin, the unobstructed view it gave him. I dried my hair and carefully tied it up, knowing it would become tangled and disheveled by nighttime. Then I inserted my butt plug, and even though there was no one there to see or hear, I practiced staying quiet as I pushed it in, feeling my sphincter muscles grip it.

        Then, my costume. The tight black corset pushed my breasts practically to my chin, but I was getting used to it. The stiff black skirt hid little, especially when I bent over, which was often in my household chores. Lastly, stockings, lacy garters and my shoes with their vicious heels.

        I made my way downstairs to the breakfast room. It was a big house, and old, with numerous rooms for eating and entertaining. The Master and Mistress were not yet up, of course, and I busied myself preparing their breakfast. My first meal would be my Master’s cum, and I hungered for it. The butt plug was slowly becoming a familiar presence, though it was hard to ignore the way it constantly played with my nerve endings. It felt like being constantly played with.

        The Toy, as I called him, watched me in this duty. His hot gaze probed every cell on my body, more intimate than any touch. I ignored him as best I could. We were not permitted to speak to each other, but would have nothing nice to say if we could.

        The Master and Mistress appeared and I poured them coffee. After they had eaten and were talking lightly over the morning papers, the Toy and I got down on our knees and did our most important morning duty. I parted the Master’s dressing gown and took out his soft cock. With the skill I had learnt over the years, and the extra touches the Master had taught me he liked, I licked and sucked him to his full, hard thickness, before engulfing him with my mouth. I felt his hand on my hand, absently stroking as one would an obedient dog, as I sucked and licked. When the Master’s cock stiffened and spurted hot salty cum into my mouth I swallowed it all and cleaned his cock before putting it back inside his dressing gown. He ignored me during all this, his conversation with his wife barely interrupted by his orgasm, or hers. I relished this feeling of being used and beneath his notice.

        I cleaned the house room by room, not in one day but over the course of the week, and prepared the meals. The Toy worked in the grounds, washed windows, chopped wood, ran baths, dressed his Mistress and did other mundane tasks. He usually wore only black leather pants and his slave collar, but when the Master and Mistress entertained he wore only a butt plug and a hard-on. He would walk amongst the guests, regulars all, and let them play with his stiff cock, his taut arse, teasing and taunting him, twisting the butt plug and flicking his balls. I loved watching this torment, it was the only time I had such satisfaction. He made sure I had none when he raped me for the Master and Mistress’ pleasure.

        But at such parties I too was part of the entertainment. I kept my costume on, and would have a string of beads in my vagina. The guests could play with me too, pinching my nipples, tugging on the string dangling from my pussy, lightly touching my clit, trying to make me orgasm because then they could watch my punishment. Before such parties, the Master would instruct me to let so-and-so make me cum, because he wanted to punish me for their enjoyment. I would let my tray fall for extra effect, the loud crash announcing victory for the guest who succeeded.

        The Master would storm through the crowd, the anger on his face making me tremble with fear and thrilling anticipation. Grabbing me by the hair, he would march me over to the fireplace and tie my hands to the mounted candlesticks at either end, and order me to spread my legs. He would pick up the whip off the mantlepiece and, with a snap, strike me again and again until my arse burned red with welts. Some of the blows would snake between my legs and sting my pussy. Through all this I shook and wept and pressed my mouth into my arm to keep my cries muffled.

        The best such evenings were ones when the Toy would orgasm before me. Once, his cum spurted high in the air and hit a woman in the face. She claimed the right to punish him. His hands were bound together and drawn up towards the ceiling, where a rope tied them in place to a hook placed there for that purpose. In this way the guests could surround him and watch his cock grow as his arse was whipped.

        There were several such parties in my first week, mostly because the Master wanted to show me off. At the end of that first week, though, he had a house guest.

        A man about the same age as the Master, with dark blond hair and a quick laugh. The Master called him Sam, but I was to call him Sir.

        I had to dust the study the day Sir arrived, and had put it off till the afternoon because the Master had waylaid me before lunch, catching sight of my rosy arse cheeks, striped with whip marks, and the tassel dangling from my butt plug, as I went up the stairs. He caught me by the hips, put a hand to my neck and pushed my face into the stair carpet, and unplugged my arse. A second later I heard him unzip and then he was forcing his cock into me. I felt like I was being split apart, despite the plug that I’d worn all week, but the excitement of being pushed to the ground and assaulted made me wet and relaxed after the first moment of excruciating pain. The Master thrust and grunted and came. He withdrew with a pop and shoved the plug back in like he would a cork into a wine bottle, and left me. I got up, shaking, my heart still racing, and resisted the temptation to finger my sopping pussy.

        Now, though, I had to clean the Master’s study, and it could not be put off just because he was in there with a friend.

        I knocked and opened the door. They ignored me, sitting across from each other in big armchairs, sipping whiskey, swapping tall tales. I went about my chore, dusting with a big feather duster.

        “Good God, what a tasty arse!” I heard Sir say. My face burned with the humiliation but I gave no indication that I’d heard.

        The Master chuckled. “One of the best,” he said, and I would have gladly done anything for him then and there upon hearing it.

        There was a rustle of movement behind me and then I felt fingers touching still-tender lash marks. I stilled, and carefully went back to dusting. The fingers moved down to the tassel hanging from my butt plug, and knocked it. I closed my eyes against the torment of pleasure it caused and struggled to keep my breathing even.

        As I dusted I moved away from Sir and glanced at the Master. He watched his friend play with me with a pleased smile, as if I were a gift. The hope that the Master would jealously keep me to himself was short-lived.

        Sir followed me, running his hands over my backside and slipping his fingers between my legs. He played with my pussy lips and let his finger slip into my juices. He laughed.

        “She’s so wet! No wonder you’ve been keeping her all to yourself.”

        “It’s not easy to share a new plaything when first you get it,” the Master replied. “But it’s been a week. I suppose I could be encouraged to share her just this once.”

        I wanted to fall on my knees and beg him not to say so. I had signed a contract binding me to the Master and Mistress, but nowhere did it say they could not let their friends have their fun with me too. There was nothing I could do. Like the Toy, Sir could have me any way he pleased.

        “But I insist on watching,” the Master added.

        Sir laughed again. “I know what you like, you old dog. You’re welcome to watch.”

        The Master got up. “After dinner, then.”

        Sir reluctantly let me go. “Agreed.”

        They walked out then, neither having spoken to me nor so much as looked at my face, where I’m sure the Master would have been displeased to see the tears glittering in the corner of my eyes, the flush on my cheeks.

        At five o’clock I cooked dinner for three and served them in the dining room. Sir groped me at every opportunity. The Toy, standing against the wall near his Mistress, watched with a gleam in his eye, always happy to see me tormented.

        When their plates were cleared and while they chatted on, the Toy and I ate in the kitchen, both of us with an ear cocked toward the door, in case we were summoned.

        The Master called for me. The Toy smirked. I slapped him; he reacted quickly, grabbing my wrist and plunging his thick, well-practiced forefinger up my pussy. I whimpered, staring into his cruel black eyes, his dark handsome face gloating at my predicament. He could make me cum, and then I would be punished. Hell, I’d probably be punished for my tardiness anyway, what would one orgasm matter? But the Master would be disappointed. It had only been a week. If he was displeased he could change his mind, terminate the contract, turn me out. I wanted to serve him and obey him, and in this he had been explicit: no orgasm without permission.

        I kneed the Toy in the balls and without staying to watch him double over in pain, I rushed out to attend to the Master. I would pay for that another day.

        The Master frowned at me as I went to my knees by his chair. “You are not very prompt this evening.”

        “Forgive me, Master.”

        “Doesn’t give excuses,” Sir commented. “I like that.”

        The Master smiled grimly; he had trained me not to. He grabbed my hair and made me look up at him, studying my face as if he could read the history, the time and place, of every orgasm I’d ever had. And, I thought, he probably could. But I had not cum, and he had to be satisfied with that. “Come.”

        I followed the Master and Sir up the stairs to the guest bedroom, somewhat glad not to be led into the basement, where the whips and chains were. I did not want that from this man who was not my Master.

        The Master sat in an armchair in the corner of the room, in the shadows where I could barely see him, and watched. With him taking note of everything, I could not displease Sir. I could not disappoint or embarrass the Master like that. If I could perform well with the Toy, I could do better with Sir.

        Sir was less friendly now that he had me in the bedchamber. He pulled my skirt down in a single swift movement, wrapped his hand around my neck and kissed me with such force my lips were bruised. His tongue pushed through my lips and scoured the inside of my mouth. His other hand gripped my arse in a crushing grip, and squeezed. I squeaked, and Sir laughed. He pulled my arse cheeks apart and massaged them, pulling me against him and grinding his erection into me. Then he pushed me to my knees and drew his cock from his pants. Its big purple head pushed at my lips and I dutifully opened my mouth, mindful of the Master’s eyes on me. I sucked on his hard shaft, running my tongue along the vein and fondling his balls. He started panting and I thought he would cum when he suddenly thrust me away. He hauled me up and, sitting in a chair, draped me over his lap. With a loud smack his hand landed on my arse, first one cheek, then the other. I squirmed, I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want anyone to punish me but the Master, but that wasn’t in our contract either. Sir pulled out the plug, rimming me with his tongue and probing me with his finger. He smacked me when I struggled. The feel of his tongue sent a confusing mix of pleasure and revulsion through me, like what I felt when the Toy had me for the Master and Mistress’ entertainment. Finally he picked me up, threw me onto the bed and plunged his cock into my pussy. I tried to get away; he growled and brought my hands together, holding them above my head. His thrusts were swift, hard and powerful. My pussy had been aching for cock all week, but I had never thought it would be anyone but the Master who filled it. Worse, my body was betraying me. My hole was wet and slick, my clit buzzing, my whole body buzzing as I cried out with each hard thrust.

        Sir pulled out and pushed the head of his dick against my back hole. It eased in, well lubricated with my own juices, and pinned me to the bed. Sir put his lips to my nipples and licked and bit them. I gasped and cried out, called out “Please Sir! No Sir!” to his immense satisfaction. He lifted my hips and buried his cock to the hilt, as deep as it could go. His cock pummeled my arse mercilessly, his balls slapping against my arse cheeks. Sir’s finger found my clit and rubbed it; he said hoarsely, “Come for me, little slave.” I could no longer hold back. With a cry I came, the orgasm washing over me, making me momentarily blind but still conscious enough to feel Sir stiffen and come inside me.

        Sir helped me up, looking me in the eyes with a satisfied smile, and led me over to the Master. I knelt at his feet, waited with caught breath for his approval.

        The Master stood up, his erection straining the front of his pants, and bid me bend over the armchair. Holding me firmly by the hips, he took me up my well-lubed arse, fucking me for his own release and to claim me back. He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, and ordered me to turn around offer my mouth. I hungrily took his big slick cock in my mouth and sucked him till he shot his load down my throat. He still had hold of my head, so I kept him in my mouth while he grew soft once more, and looked up at him. He smiled down at me, pleased with his sex slave, and withdrew. I hid my disappointment, my longing. I missed his cock in my mouth already, but as I watched him put it away, I knew I would have it in my mouth again come morning.

 

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

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

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

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

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

First story! Always looking for constructive criticism!

Thanks for reading!

The door was unlocked, and I knew that Sir was in the house somewhere. But I couldn't look for him. The collar told me what my job was. And I was determined to be worthy of whatever activity Sir had planned.

I stripped out of my work clothes and folded them neatly on the chair by the door. I washed the dishes and made a tall glass of iced tea. While I worked, I wondered what was to come... and my pussy responded wetly.

When we bought our house, the decision hinged on the basement. It's broad and well-lit with a drain in one corner and no windows. It's soundproof. Over time, Sir has transformed it into a chamber of sex and pain. Some areas are divided from the main room, providing mini-environments for play. In the main area, there is a bed with a simple fitted sheet and two pillows, flanked by small tables.

The glass of tea sat on one of the tables, and I knelt at the foot of the bed. I staid there for so long that I lost track of time. Had it been ten minutes or two hours? It didn't matter. When I heard the sound of Sir's boots on the stairs, I knew that the time had been worth it.

I could smell his boots, but I didn't dare raise my eyes. I knelt patiently and listened as he stripped, folding his clothes onto a dresser. His hand came into my field of vision, the clasp of the leash between his fingers. It clicked into place.

“You'll never guess what I found,” he said rhetorically. “Here I am, minding my own business, cleaning up the bedroom. And I flip over a pillow, and find this!”

He shoved a dirty magazine under my nose. The woman on the cover had her legs spread wide and a cock in each hand.

“Is this yours?” he asked, his voice low.

“No.” It was true. I'd never seen the magazine before, let alone had it under my pillow.

Sir jerked on the leash, bringing me forward a few feet. I yelped as he wrapped one arm around my waist and sat my upper torso on a large piece of positioning foam. My ass jutted into the room.

“What did you say?” It was almost a growl.

“No, Sir,” I whispered, remembering my manners. “The magazine isn't mine.”

His bare hand came down hard on my ass, making me jump and scream. More smacks followed. He moved his hand around so that my entire ass was red and hot. When I thought I'd squirm off the foam, he stopped. His fingers twisted in my red hair. Once again, the magazine slapped down beneath my nose. It was opened to a picture of a woman shoving a dildo into her cunt.

“Is this yours?”

“No, Sir. I'm sorry -”

He jerked on the leash again, brought me to my feet. The shackles on the wall, the ones that I had excitedly pointed to in the catalog, closed on my wrists. He mashed my face into the lightly padded wall.

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“No, Sir!”

The cane hit hard across my back. I knew it had left a perfect pink stripe. Sir is good with the cane. He continued to hit me across the back, shoulders, and ass, speaking between strikes.

“Do you expect me to believe... that this filth isn't yours?... You fucking slut... Can't you keep your hands... off your pussy... for one day?...”

“I'm sorry, Sir,” I choked, tears brimming in my clear blue eyes.

His fingers found my cunt, played in my juices.

“Is this magazine yours?” he asked.

I swallowed.

“Yes.”

Sir unlocked the shackles and let me crumple on the floor. He gave me only a moment to catch my breath, then tugged me onto the bed by the leash.

“Where did you get it?” he asked, positioning me on my hands and knees.

“The bookstore on the corner,” I said, hoping that it was the right answer.

I knew that it wasn't when I felt the sting of a clothespin on my left nipple.

“I called the bookstore. They don't carry this magazine. Where did you get it?”

Another pin closed on my right nipple. My cunt spasmed, began to drip down my leg. I was panting hard. My thoughts were a blur.

When I didn't answer, Sir pulled my hair again, lifting my eyes to meet his.

“Did you get it from another slut?”

I nodded.

“Who? The blonde at the supermarket?”

I nodded again.

Sir stood up and I heard him walking around the bed, to the large cabinet that holds most of our toys. When he returned, he sat on the corner of the bed where I couldn't see him.

“You cunt,” he sighed. “You clit-sucking bitch. I guess I'll just have to make your cunt so sore that you won't want to touch it.”

His words made my clit hard. I unconsciously pushed my ass out to meet whatever punishment he had planned. He responded by spanking my ass again, hard.

“See? This is what I mean. You crave cock all the time. That's got to stop.”

I felt a finger slide easily into my hole. Juices poured out and dripped onto the sheet.

“You fucking slut!” Sir yelled, suddenly sounding very angry. “Look how wet you are!”

I saw stars. It took me several moments to realize that he had filled my cunt with the largest toy I own: a huge black dildo that usually requires a lot of warm-up. It was warming up, stretching my cunt to capacity.

“Please, Sir,” I gasped. “It's too big!”

The magazine flopped onto the bed under my face. The woman on the page was sitting on a pink vibrator the size of a fire hydrant.

“It's much smaller than this one. And that's what you want, isn't it? That's why you have that magazine. A normal cock just won't satisfy a whore like you.”

As he spoke, Sir began to move the massive black cock in and out of my pussy. I screamed. I lurched, trying to dislodge it. Sir fucked me with it slowly, pushing it in so far that I thought I'd be split in two. My nipples stung from the clothespins. Soon, I felt a familiar warmth building... I was going to cum on that enormous black cock.

Sir heard the pitch of my voice change and stopped thrusting. He used a length of nylon rope to tie the dildo in place and scooped up some of the moisture from my stretched cunt lips. I sucked his fingers greedily, praying that he would let me finish soon.

“I can't believe you enjoy that dildo, whore,” he said, sliding in front of me. His cock was huge and hard, turning purple. I wasted no time in taking it all the way to the back of my throat. Sir's hand rested on my head as I sucked and licked his cock, the object of my worship, my reason for living.

As I sucked, I slowly moved one hand toward my cunt, hoping to at least apply some pressure to my clit. I knew that it wouldn't take much to make me cum. Just a little bit...

“What the fuck?”

Sir rolled me onto my back and pinned my hands above my head. The giant rubber cock in my cunt felt even larger in that position and I groaned, still unable to cum.

“You really can't help yourself, can you? Well, I'd better just give you what you want.”

Sir lifted my legs and positioned himself between them. I started to protest. I was still full of that big black cock, after all. But he didn't care that my cunt was full. It wasn't my cunt that he wanted...

When I felt his cockhead against my asshole, I squirmed and shouted, “No!” Sir responded with a short smack on my cheek.

“You want to cum, don't you? And you cum by getting fucked...” his voice trailed off as he began to push forward. My ass burned and constricted. I struggled to relax, to let him in, because I knew that he wasn't going to stop.

When he was buried to the hilt, Sir began to fuck my ass. Tears ran down my face. I bucked against him, felt that orgasmic warmth begin to return. My ass was completely full of Sir's rock-hard cock. My pussy was stretched to capacity. I was begging for him to stop. And I was going to cum.

When the first waves hit me, my body clenched tightly, sending shots of pain through my ass. Sir groaned at the extra tightness of my hole. I raised my hips and pulled at Sir's ass, shoving him deeper, begging him to fuck me harder as my fuckholes contracted and beads of cum slid from my cunt.

When Sir came, he flooded my ass. I wanted him to pull out, but I reminded myself that a cock is a gift and that I should be grateful. I kissed his shoulders and took deep breaths, still struggling with the dildo.

“Well, slut,” Sir said, pulling out and reaching for a towel, “what have we learned today?”

I winced as he untied the dildo and slid it out of my now-cavernous pussy. He didn't seem to mind that I hadn't answered.

“What do you need, whore?”

“I need to cum,” I whispered, blushing.

“And how do you cum?”

“By being fucked, Sir.”

“And how do you get fucked?”

“By you, Sir.”

He patted my head and laid the towel next to me.

“Well, I'll be taking my magazine upstairs...” I listened to his footsteps on the stairs. My cunt was sore but dripping. I was already wondering what the next lesson would be. Maybe next time, I would hide something under my pillow myself, and give him a reason to hurt me for real.

My husband likes to share me with other men.  His preference is to be present, but he enjoys the stories I bring home.  It keeps our sex life interesting.  I’ve always had a strong need for sex and something more.  The more makes my husband nervous.  He knows it’s something I’ve fought for too many years, but can’t stop wanting to walk along the edge of the dark worlds and explore.  Pain and submission both strong needs that he can’t satisfy. 

That’s how I came to be in a strange town, meeting someone without my husband present for hopefully lots of sex slightly on the edge.

I was nervous.  Not sure what to expect or what Master would ask of me.  I settled myself to be willing and wanting no matter what he asked of me.  I trusted him to know my desires… still the nervousness made me wet and it was hard not to slip my fingers into the wetness I knew I’d find between my legs.  It wouldn’t take much to make myself cum to release some of the tension.  But, no, the tension was part of walking on the edge.   I wanted every sensation to last as long as it would. 

Finally the phone rang… it was him of course checking to see if his whore was ready for him.  His instructions were simple.  To set the hotel door so it wouldn’t close all the way so he could come in. Then lie naked on the bed.  He wanted me to tie a scarf around my eyes as a blindfold and put in ear plugs.  I was to lay with my legs spread wide and my arms stretched out as if they were tied to the bed and wait for him.  As I laid there I couldn’t stop from pulling my legs together and feeling the way my clit was sensitive and how wet I was becoming.  Once I cupped my breasts and squeezed them together… twisting and pulling on the nipples enjoying how sensitive they were becoming.

The waiting could have been just a few minutes but it seemed like forever.  Even with the ear plugs I could hear slight noises and constantly I wondered if it was him. What I would do if someone else came in the room and found me in that position.  Finally I could feel someone was in the room.  He was being very quiet soon I felt a cold edge of something sharp against my skin.  I felt my body respond trying to feel the light touch stronger… even when the point touched against my clit I found my body wanting to raise up and meet the touch.  YES!!!!!   Suddenly the knife was gone and the strong hands I remembered were exploring me.  Probing how wet I was and the finger came up to my face touching my lips where I eagerly opened my mouth to suck on his fingers... wishing it was his dick inside my mouth and sampling how I tasted.  One of the first lessons I’d learned is you have to earn you Masters’ cock.  I could hear he was talking to me and moved an arm to pull one earplug out slightly so I could understand.

He was asking if I was his whore... Oh my yes...   all of me his for what ever he desired.   I could hear myself say, Yes Master, I’m your whore… not willing to add what I was thinking...  Please fuck me.  He would when it was his time, not mine.   I could feel the weight on the bed change again as his hands spread my legs farther apart.  His mouth descended on my cunt… greedily sucking and biting until I was crazy and could hardly hold still…  how could he make  me cum biting my most sensitive clitty like this…  sucking it up and nibbling on it.  I didn’t dare pull away even though there was pain. Instead I let myself relax into the sensation and then was trying not to cum…   not until he told me I could…   as if he knew.. he told me to wait... not now… and he nibbled and sucked more ….  Just when I didn’t think I could obey he told me NOW...  and I came so hard my body lifted towards him... putting more pressure and making me cum even more…  he sucked me gently as my body came down from that marvelous moment. 

The bed moved as his body moved away..  I could hear him again rifling his bad, but couldn’t see and didn’t know what he was getting until a dildo pressed against my lips… I knew I was already wet, sopping wet from coming and the dildo slid in easily.  There was something near the base that touched my clitty….  Then he turned on the vibrations.. it was too much and I came immediately..  body pulling away from the bed, back arching with the force of meeting all the dildo I could be sure was inside my body.. I wanted it all…  quickly it went from wonderful to too much.  It was almost as if he was punishing me for cumming without permission … I tried to struggle away but his hands held it firmly against my clitty until I lost count of how many times I came… finally he started fucking me slowly with the dildo, each time the base hit against my clit I alternated from reaching towards it, then trying to get away.   There were a variety of dildos and I came again and again.. I was so weak, but wildly wanting more.   Wanting him.

He settled up amongst the pillows and I laid between his legs… enjoying the sensation of sucking him in as far as I could… almost to the base…  each time trying to keep the sensation for him to feel as if he was fucking my cunt.  When he tangled his fingers in my hair and set the rhythm he wanted I was in heaven.  Nothing to think about but the wonderful feel of him slipping in and out of my mouth..  lips, tongue trying to create a wonderful sensation  for him..   every now and then he would force me down to the base… I could barely breathe and he held my head there and I loved it.  Loved him for it.  Knew he’d never hold me down longer than I could bear…  trusting him completely.  Straddled him when he was ready for me and tried to suck him with my pussy…  using the muscles to pull and suck him the way my lips had before.  My eyes closed listening to his wonderful voice talking about his whore…  demanding more from me, to try harder…   and I tried as hard as I could…  wanting him to appreciate his whore, love his whore… but most of all to use his whore as he desired.   

Hours went by… with quiet discussions and more sex.  Was sad to see him leave, but understood that this was my place in his life.  Willing to accept the time he had for me. When he made me feel so wonderful .

There’s always tomorrow for another day of pleasure for us both.  Later I found the slight trace the knife edge had left on my body... already healing and sure to be gone by the next day.  Still I loved that my Master had marked me in a small way.  Made me feel just the little more his.

'Yes Mistress I understand.' After hearing these words Becca walked up to him and clipped a leash onto his collar. She tugged on the lead and John followed her to the kitchen were a dog bowl was sitting on the floor filled with cereal. 'Eat Slave.' John got on his knees however he was on unfamiliar waters here and looked at his mistress with pleading eyes 'your not serious.'

John was still wearing his pyjamas but he heard the whip coming as he heard it whistle through the air and strike his ass. It still stung through his pyjamas. He heard his mistress mention something along the lines of there will be more unless you eat! So John bowed his head in submission and ate from the bowl.

After John had finished his breakfast Becca lead him through to the living room and ordered him to take her clothes off. 'That's better' thought John. He did as he was told and removed every item or clothing Becca was wearing and placed them on the floor. Becca then sat down on the edge of the sofa and spread her legs. There were an assortment of sex toys arranged along the floor. Becca turned on the TV and flicked through the channels until she found one that was coming towards a break for adverts. 'Now Slave the aim of this game is to make me cum using the toys on the floor and your hands and lips before these adverts finish.'

'Right' John thought 'three minutes to make Her cum I can do this I hope.' He grabbed the closest toy to him which happened to be a 8 inch vibrator, he turned it onto max and stuffed it into Becca's pussy. He then grabbed a butt plug about 3 inches at its widest point and 7 inches in length. He quickly licked out his Mistress' asshole and tongue fucked her for about ten seconds all the while using his hands to fuck her pussy. After he thought her asshole was lubed enough he stuffed the butt plug with one big thrust up into her rectum. He heard his mistress gasp but he had no time to look up. Once the butt plug was in, he started to thrust the vibrator in and out of her soaking wet pussy while sucking on her clit. 'Oooooh' he heard his mistress moan which was a good sign. He then proceeded to lick as far in and around her labia and he could then went back to fast and strong flicks with his tongue on her clit. 'Oooooooh yes' John was pleasing his mistress which pleased him. John was pretty sure he only had about a minute and a half left so he went at it with all he had. He took the butt plug and the vibrator out and put the vibrator inside his mistress' anus. He then proceeded to fuck her ass with it while finger fucking her pussy and licking every crevice he could.

John knew she was close, she had to be her juices were flowing all over his hand and she was moaning freely now. She started to push John's head into her pussy she was about to cum. Just then the program came back on and John gave her one final thrust with his fingers and she hit an orgasm. 'Oooooooh mmmmm, you did good Slave but not good enough, look the program has started and I haven't finished cumming.' Becca stood up still shaky from her orgasm. She looked down at the floor and John saw where what she was looking at. A pile of bondage gear, whips, chains, nipple clamps, gags, buzz batons and some ropes. 'Pick up the gear and come with me Slave.' John picked the stuff up and looked his mistress in the eyes and said 'please Mistress I did good you said' 'Quiet Slave this is for your own good to teach you to do better, come on Slave.' Becca said tugging on the leash.

She led John down to the basement where he had endured so many punishments as a result of his deliberate mischievousness or irritating questions aimed at his mistress. The reasons why the basement was the main area of punishment were because it was sound proofed so that any noises made by the tortured couldn't be heard by nosy neighbours. Secondly because it was made for bondage it was naturally dark and kinky with pipes everywhere so that people could be chained in nearly any position the mistress wanted.

Becca made John bend over and tied his hands above his head on one of the pipes. John was now in prime spanking position. 'Now I think 60 strikes with this whip on your ass while wearing some nipple clamps will make you do a better job does that sound fair?' Asked Becca. John who was now getting turned on deceided to test the boundaries and answered 'Why am I being punished Mistress?' 'Hmm it seems that you haven't learnt to keep your mouth closed Slave? Well I think I shall improvise when the time comes.' With an evil smile Becca attached some nipple clamps to John nipple and tug on them to make sure he felt it. John felt it alright as she heard him draw a sharp intake of breath.

She deceided that the ridding crop would work best today as it left a painful reminder to her slave to be obedient. She started striking his right cheek 'Aahhh' after the 30th strike on his right cheek she admired her handiwork and ran her fingers down John's bright red ass cheek. She switched to do another 30 on his left cheek and John was moaning freely now. Only another 5 left so Becca put some extra effort these one. One the final strike John moaned in ecstasy 'mmmmm please Mistress I have been a bad slave I think I need more punishment.' 'Don't worry Slave there's more in store for you today.' She said untying John from the pipes.

This is where the ropes came in handy. Becca ordered her slave to lay down in the middle of the room and open his arms and legs as wide as he could. She had four pieces of rope and tied each one of John's limbs to the corresponding corner of the room. She checked the ropes to make sure they were taught so John couldn't move. She bent down low and grabbed his balls tight 'Right Slave are you listening? Well the aim of this game is to show your resistance, I'm going to use you however I want and you can't cum. If you do there will be trouble Slave and you don't want that.' She said with an evil smile that told John she was going to do it anyway but that's what he loved about his mistress.

Becca took John's semi-hard cock into her hand and ran hand her slowly up and down his shaft she was doing this for about 5 minutes before John got hard as a rock in anticipation for what was to come. She continued to slide her hand up and down his shaft when she saw his balls tightening and John start to moan which meant he was close. She grabbed his balls and squeezed slightly, enough to break him from his trance but not enough to seriously hurt him. 'That's once, if you can last ten times without cumming then I'll give you a special treat but if you fail I won't be happy.' Instead of running her hand slowly un and down his shaft she lubed up his cock and ran her hand up and down his shaft quickly but not too fast. 'Uuuh uuuh I'm gonna cum if you don't stop please mistress' This only served to irritate Becca so she increased her pace and tugged on the nipple clamps which were still attached to John. 'Focus Slave because if you fail me then it won't just be punishment but humiliation too.' 'Mistress please I can't hold it when you do this to me uuuh aaah.' John held on by a thread, the tiniest drip of cum came out but Becca cut her Slave some slack because of what she was about to put him through. 'That's twice, good boy keep it up Slave.'

Next Becca latched her mouth around John's cock and twirled her tongue around his head. She didn't move her mouth from this position and slowly began to tickle John's balls. After about 5 minutes of this John felt the familiar feeling coming and this was a big one. 'Uuuuuuh Mistress I can't hold it please just give me a second Oooooh.' 'Hold it in pet or I'll tie you on the rack and let the fuck machine do its job for about a day.' John was quiet after this severely concentrating on not cumming. John held it just 'Mistress this feels great but please let me cum I promise I'll do whatever you want after.'

Becca twisted on one of the nipple clamps and John gasped and was silent. 'Ok Slave you only have to hold it in 6 times not 10 sound reasonable?' She asked. 'Ummm well I was think-' 'Well Slave I Don't care what you think' Becca interrupted. As soon as said this she got up and put a ball gag in John's mouth. 'Now I can't listen to you complain you little Slut and whatever you do, don't cum until I say you can, got it?' Becca laughed as John tried to answer. 'Good little Slut I knew you would agree with me.' After she had said this she took John's cock into her mouth and at a steady pace began bobbing her head up and down. John was becoming more and more sensitive every time he held it in and nearly came in 2 minutes. 'That's four nearly there Slave.' A muffled 'yes Mistress' came from John.

Becca one again took John in her mouth and began furiously bobbing her head up and down and every time Becca's head came up John moaned loudly. 'Oh God' John shouted as he started shallowly thrusting his hips as far as his restraints would allow. 'Mmmmmm Mistress I held it.' He said proudly. 'Good Slave that's five, one more and then I'll let your big juicy cock cum but until then hold it in.' She said as she came up for air and passionately kissed him. 'Right Slave one of my favourites this time, when I'm position you will thrust as much as you can' Becca said and she kissed her way down to John's still rock hard cock. She took John's cock in her mouth and pushed her head all the way down to the base of his cock. She started to gag as John shallowly started thrusting. Becca pulled up before she started retching. After a few deep breaths she went back down and deep throated his cock and once again he started thrusting. Becca heard various muffled sounds from John as he resisted the urge to shoot cum down her throat. Becca pulled up.

'Great job Slave, you did very well, now as promised I'll let you cum.' As Becca said this she removed the gag from John mouth and kissed him very passionately. Afterwards she stood over his cock and lowered herself onto the head only. Then slowly she slid all the way down. 'Aaaaaah Mistress this was worth it.' John sighed as he became rock hard in anticipation of what was to come. Becca once she had all of John's nine inch dick inside her, leaned forward put her hands on both of John's shoulders and gripped tightly. She then began to pound up and down on John cock. John felt like his cock was a bullet train and his Mistress was the tunnel and he was coming at it with full force. This time Becca was the one moaning 'Oooh Uuuuh yes Slave you're doing a great job, yes yes yeeeees.' John felt Becca's pussy tighten on his burning ramrod as she began to cum. John felt like his cock was gripped with a silk glove as Becca carried on riding him whilst moaning loudly. Finally John was allowed the pleasure of unleashing wave after wave of his hot cum deep inside his mistress' pussy. John was counting the waves he felt 'one, two, three uuuuh, four, five, oh my God, six and seven ooooooooh.' 'Oh my gosh Slave you did a very good job today good boy.'

As Becca said this she dismounted John cock and hovered her pussy of his face a mixture of his and her juices dripping down. John leaned his head forward to try and lick this heavenly spot clean. 'Still horny huh Slave?' Becca said menacingly. 'Yes Mistress very much so please let me fuck you again.' John pleaded. Becca stood up and started to walk away. 'Where are you going Mistress?' John asked. 'To make some phone calls Slave, I have a few friends who might like to play with you since you are my new pet. Oh and just so you know you won't be doing all the fucking Jeff's coming over too.' As she said this she turned on her heel and left John still tied up in the middle of the room.

End of part 1. Part 2 still in the works if I get some good reviews, this was my first bondage story so any constructive critism would be helpful. Thanks and I hope you enjoyed the story.

He ran his fingers over her back and ass. She shuddered violently. Taking up the cane, He swung it and connected solidly with her ass. THWACK! Her body swung forward with the impact and her toes scrambled for purchase on the floor. The thump of the cane, the ringing of the bells, her muffled cry around the gag, and the faint scuffing noises of her shoes on the floor made an intoxicating symphony to His ears. A bright red stripe glowed across her ass, and the tangy aroma of female arousal filled the air. The cane rose and fell, over and over, harder, faster. On her ass, on her back, on her thighs; stripes glowed red as her body convulsed with the pleasure and the pain. Tears were freely flowing down her cheeks. Her breathing was ragged. The junction of her thighs was wet with her juices.

He let the cane drop to the floor with a thump. He gazed admiringly at the welts that covered her body from the shoulders to the knees. Cruelly, He dragged His nails across the already abused skin. More muffled cries came from around the gag. The bells sounded over and over again as he opened the welts with his nails.

His hand reached up, removed the gag, and flung it to the floor. He roughly ran a hand over her dripping gash and brought it up to her face, to show her the juices she offered to Him in tribute. He forced His fingers into her mouth. Her lips and tongue moved eagerly around His them, sucking her juices from his skin. He pulled His fingers from her mouth. She gasped, "Thank You, Master for feeding my cunt juices to me. Thank You."

"Of course, my eager little slut," He said as He reached for the crop and began to ferociously stripe her bound and clamped breasts. The bells gave a steady melody to the silibant slash and percussive crack of the crop -- the music to which He made her dance. Her body convulsed with sobs of ecstacy.

The slashes stopped as He ripped the clamp from her clit, and rubbed the tortured, engorged flesh as the blood flowed back into it. The agony was pure bliss; the bliss was pure agony. His other hand roamed over her flesh, pinching and slapping, causing the juices to flow more freely from her gaping cunt. The stinging blows landed over and over again onto her flesh, marking her, making her His own. Every muscle in her body strained for release. With difficulty she choked out the words, "Master, please may i cum now? Oh, please, Master, i need to cum. my dripping whore's gash is so hot and wet. Please, Master, let me cum, oh, please."

He smiled at the writhing, panting property before Him. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Cum for Me now, slut-slave, right now," He said, as he suddenly brought His hand down with great force, first on one swollen breast then the other.

Her back arched as every muscle went rigid and she cried out in blissful joy. The shudders of a soul-searing climax coursed through her body again and again. A steady flow of hot pussy juice ran down her thighs. He leaned in and sunk His teeth into the flesh of her tits, perilously close to breaking the skin, marking her with His teeth. Her body continued to jerk and her cunt continued to spasm as He brutally thrust two fingers into her sopping wetness, His thumb strumming and stroking her clit as she cried, "Oh God, so good! Thank You Master! Thank you." He pulled his fingers out and slapped the gaping gash between her legs--once, twice, three times--before thrusting three fingers into her. The fingers of His free hand grasped her sweaty, tangled hair as He applied His teeth to her battered and bound tits once again.

"Please, Master, may i have another," she sobbed through the tears that were running down her cheeks. Without removing His teeth from her tits, He viciously rammed her gash with four fingers. "Yes, Master, thank You, Master. Thank You for making me your fucktoy, your slut, your whore, your dangling piece of fuckmeat. Fist me, Master, please fist me. Make me completely yours."

He reached up and slipped her cuffs from the hook on the ceiling and moved her over the rough wooden table. He fastened the cuffs on her wrists to a lanyard that was secured to the table with an large eyescrew. He attached cuffs to her ankles, and secured a spreader bar there--adjusting it so that her legs were spread to the maximum. Her cunt gaped and dripped a puddle onto the table. The harsh surface of the table reawakened the pain in the welts that covered her back. She felt the ooze of blood under her. she cried out as He thrust first three, and then four fingers into her sopping snatch. The pressure became constant as He began to move the widest part of His hand into her. He released the rough ropes that bound her tits, and pinched, slapped and mauled the tortured globes as they began to swell. He jerked the clamps off her nipples just as His entire hand entered her cunt. She cried out, "Thank You Master for the pain." He curled His fingers and began slowly thrusting into her. Her cunt gripped and released around His hand and wrist. Her juice flowed freely and caused a soft sucking sound as His hand moved inside her. Her cries rang out through her sobs, "Thank You, Master!"

His hand reached up and grasped her by the throat, squeezing--just a little--making her fight for the very air she breathed. His hand bruising her soft white throat--leaving marks that looked like a living collar. His other hand and wrist moving within her cunt, rough knuckles scraping the tender inner flesh. Her moans and whimpers were interspersed with sobs as her eyes pleaded with Him for the mercy that she did not really want. The hand on her throat suddenly moved upward to her hair, taking a handful he jerked her head up and forced her to look at the bulge in her lower abdomen. She sobbed, "Oh, oh Master, so beautiful. i am honored that Master thinks me worthy to take so much pain for Him." Tears flowed down her cheeks as copiously as the juices from her cunt flowed onto His arm. He gently laid her head back down. He looked deep and hard into her eyes and said, "Cum, slut, I own you."

As if struck, her body jerked upward straining against her bonds. Her back arched as her hips pumped furiously trying to take more of His arm into her. She cried out, "Cummmmmmmming, Master, cumming for You." He began to rub her clit and her spasms came harder and faster. He rolled the tiny point of engorged flesh between his thumb and forefinger. Her body began to writhe, her head whipped from side to side and she screamed in agonizing pleasure. "Don't stop cumming, slut. Don't you dare stop." Her cunt juices squirted out from around His arm. "Nothing in you is yours to keep; you are fuckmeat--Mine to enjoy when, where and how I see fit." Fireworks exploded in her head and her cunt. She was lost in an orgasm so intense that she felt she was spinning up to the center of the sun. Her cries became incoherent screams and she tumbled deeper and deeper through subspace. She managed to gasp out, "Please. . . Master. . . let me. . . stop . . . cumming." He increased the pace of His thrusting inside her and His stroking on her clit, "Whose choice, Slut?" She could barely catch her breath as she whispered, "Yours, Master; my life is your choice."

"Always. Remember that, whore," as he pulled His hand out of her with a pop. She whimpered at the ache of emptiness. His hand and wrist were glistening and dripping with her juices. He smeared the juices on her breasts and belly. She cried out as her juices seeped into the welts on her bruised and battered tits. She begged abjectly, "Please, Master, may i lick your hand clean? Oh, oh, please feed me my cunt juices. Finger fuck Your slut's mouth with her own pussy slime, please Master. . " She was silenced by His fingers in her mouth. Her lips and tongue licked and sucked her juices off His hand and arm. He smiled down at her, "Such a good, eager little slut she is."

Her cheeks pinkened as she breathlessly said, "Thank You Master. Please, Master, will You allow me to serve you now. Please, Master, i so want to please You. i need your cum, Master, wherever You choose to give it to me."

His face hardened as He loosened her wrist cuffs from their anchor above her head. He jerked her from the table to put the maximum friction on her already bruised and welted back. Placing both hands on her shoulders, he forced her to her knees. With one hand he loosed His throbbing erection and thrust it into her wet and willing mouth. He was almost too big for her. Her lips were stretched tight around His shaft as her tongue worked furiously to pleasure the cock that she worshiped. Her entire world was reduced to that jut of flesh that thrust in and out of her mouth. His hands closed around her head, fingers entwining in her sweaty hair, as he thrust His hardness into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Her cuffed hands fell to her dripping snatch and fingered her clit delicately, as He fucked her face like a cunt. His hands bruised and tore at her scalp as He suddenly thrust deep into her mouth, pressing her face into His groin, not allowing her to breathe. Tears ran down her cheeks as she struggled for breath and looked up at Him beseechingly. "Even the air you breathe is a gift from Me, slut," He said as He pulled her head back. She pulled as much air as she could into her aching lungs and gave him a look filled with gratitude and devotion. He shifted his weight slightly to slide the toe of his boot against her hand where she was still fingering herself. As he pumped her mouth, she began to hump her gash on the boot between her legs. She rubbed her slit from the toe of the boot to the ankle, moaning around His cock as the leather rubbed her clit. "That''s right. That''s my little bitch in heat."

Sweat was seeping into the welts on her back, stinging and burning--the pain increasing the tempo of her thrusting hips and the circling of her tongue as He fucked her face. His eyes never left hers, telling her without words who she belonged to--fucking her mind with His eyes. His hips began to thrust more violently than before. His body went rigid; he howled as He thrust deep into her mouth. Tears of utter bliss rolled down her cheeks as spurt after spurt of His seed exploded into her throat. She joyfully swallowed every drop.

He smiled down at her, "Such a good little slut; you have pleased me." He roughly wiped the tears from her face. Love, gratitude and devotion shone out of her eyes. He pulled out of her mouth and wiped Himself clean with her hair. As he stepped back from her, she whispered, "Thank You, Master, for allowing me to give You pleasure.'" Without the support of His hands on her head, she slumped to the floor. He took a soft blanket from the closet, and covered her body. Her last conscious awareness before she drifted into sleep was His voice, "Sleep well, little slut. Sweet dreams."

She looks up at him briefly and nods.

“That is not an acceptable answer, you will answer me when I ask you something, now then, do you know what you did wrong?”

“I was being rude and giving you attitude.” Her tone is a bit more insolent than she intended and inwardly she cringes a little knowing that it isn’t going to help matters.

“I beg your pardon? Is that how you address me when you are being punished? You’re only making it worse for yourself”

“I’m sorry. I was being rude and having an attitude with you sir.”

“That’s better. You also were being defiant which as you know I do not allow.”

Yes, she does know this, but she had been so frustrated lately and she hadn’t meant to lash out at him.

“I have thought about this very carefully, because your behavior deteriorated over several days, then your punishment is going to be several days as well.  You will be punished today and for the next 2 days.”

She looked at him wide eyed. Three days of punishment? He couldn’t be serious.

“That’s not fair!” She wished she could take it back the second it flew out of her mouth.

“Fair is what I say it is, apparently I have been more lax than I thought, your attitude is terrible. Don’t worry after 3 days of me blistering your ass I am sure you’ll be back to your sweet little self, if not I can add days, I have no problem going for 4 or 5… hell, If you keep running that mouth of yours and you could earn a week of not being able to sit. Your choice.”

She says nothing this time, just looks down, her face burning. Three days? She didn’t know how she could take that. She resigned herself, realizing that any argument would only make him hit harder and the last thing she wanted was more days to look forward to.

“We’re going to start now, take off your bottoms and bend over the end of the bed. I am going to give you 20 cane strokes, you can expect the same for the next two mornings. Don’t get too comfy though, these aren’t your punishment, I just want you to start the day with a sore bottom. If you move, argue or try to cover yourself, I will add 3 strokes for each infraction, and you can be assured at least one of those 3 will be on the thighs.”

She winces as he says that, the backs of the thighs are her least favorite, he knows that and loves to place a few choice welts across them every chance he gets. She undresses and places herself across the end of the bed, almost instantly she feels the white hot pain of the first stroke as he brings the cane down across the middle of both cheeks. She lets out a loud whimper and kicks her feet a little trying to lessen the sting.

The second lands just below the first and she cries out a little, struggling to keep her footing.

“You better watch how much you move princess; you’re very close to earning 3 extra right now.”

The next 5 are rapid fire, she can’t believe how fast they come, she can’t catch her breath and begins to quietly sob into the bed. He brings the cane down over and over, he likes seeing the raised red lines across her ass, the tops of her thighs look especially painful and he smiles to himself, admiring the stripes he has left there. He is almost done, only 3 more to go and he decides he wants her to really enjoy those, he lines up the cane and brings it down even harder than the last ones across her sit spot, that tender area where her ass meets her legs, she jumps and tried to move out of the way frantically.

“tsk tsk… what did I say? That means now you have 5 left instead of 2, you were so close to being done too… back over the bed, NOW.”

She climbs back, scared. Her bottom is on fire and she knows he will make these worse that the others.

Whoosh, CRACK. She could hear it coming and the pain is almost unbearable. Again, the sound before she feels it connect, she can feel the welts rising almost instantly. The third is even worse, squarely across her thighs and it takes all she can muster to stay still. He places the last two across her upturned bottom before putting down the cane. He watches her sob for a few moments, still bent over and smiles realizing she is waiting to be told to get up. He debates and decides to put a plug in her before letting her up. He tells her to get dressed and go make their breakfast.

She starts breakfast, her face still red from crying and her bottom feeling so sore and full. Sitting while they eat is even more difficult and he enjoys watching her squirm. The more she twitches around in her seat, the harder he can feel himself getting, and he eats a little fast so he can take her back upstairs. He watches her clean up the kitchen and do the dishes before ordering her back upstairs.

Once he gets her back into the bedroom he strips her back down, playing with the plug, seeing her wince and squirm more as the toy is forced into her harder, pinching her nipples hard until she whimpers and sits up straight to try and lessen the pain. He pushes her onto her knees in front of him.

“Since that mouth is what got you in trouble, I think it is only appropriate that it be part of your punishment. I expect you to swallow, you will add one day to your punishment if you don’t.” With that he pushes the tip of his cock past her lips, fucking her mouth. He pulls her head back and makes her lick his balls before shoving his cock back into her mouth again. She obediently sucks on him, trying to please him, until he finally comes. He takes the plug out of her and tells her to get dressed.

She spends the rest of the morning wondering what he has planned for that night, part of her dreading it and part of her feeling guilty for being the way she had been. He watches her throughout the day, enjoying how sweet she is when he has beat her soundly. By the time bedtime has rolled around she has almost forgotten. He smiles at her as she brushes past him in her towel.

“I hope your ready for the rest of today’s punishment”

She freezes, that creeping feeling that she always gets when he is assertive sets in, scaring her a little because she knows this will hurt, and at the same time making her pussy tingle.

“Yes sir.” She answers, feeling the submissive calm come over her.

“Now then, you know why you’re being punished.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl. Bend over the bed”

She does quietly, wondering how bad this will be if he intends to do it for 2 more days. She gets her answer quickly. He begins softly, but only for a short time, building quickly until he is whipping her hard, tears spring into her eyes as she begins to whimper, begging him to stop.

“You deserve every single lick of this for your behavior, you know that. You know what you did was wrong, don’t you?”

“Yes sir...” She is choking back sobs, “I’m sorry.. please”

“Please what? You just admitted you deserve this, why would you ask me to stop? In fact you should be grateful that you are being corrected. “

He doesn’t let up, the beating reaching a mild frenzy while she sobs, her bottom becoming redder and redder, welts raising up, no area left unhurt. Her thighs are practically glowing red from all the strokes he put on them. Finally he stops, his arm starting to get tired.

“Now then, I am not done with you yet, though I am done beating you for tonight. I want you to go stand in the corner and wait for me to come back, do you understand?”

“Yes sir”

“Good.” He walks out of the room and returns a few moments later. She feels his finger along her bottom, then something small being forced into her, it begins to burn almost instantly and she begins squirming.

“That ginger is to stay there for a full 10 minutes while you stand in the corner. I want you to think about your behavior while you are there.”

He places a clamp on each nipple and one on her clit as well before leaving her there to get himself ready for bed. The 10 minutes feel like 10 hours, she is still whimpering from her beating, and the ginger feels like it is getting worse by the second. At last it is over, he takes the ginger out and slowly removes each clamp before hugging her and taking her into bed with him.

“You were a very good girl today. I expect you to be ready in the morning for your caning again, tomorrow and Sunday will be exactly like today, caning in the morning, the plug, you will swallow and in the evening another beating and the ginger, any misbehavior during those days would be ill advised, do you understand?”

“Yes sir” She was worn out from the day, but even the fear of the next couldn’t overshadow the comfort of knowing he was in charge and she would be taken care of.

“Good girl.” He kisses her gently as he slides into her.

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The Village of Agony and Ecstasy

Chapter 4

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Raisa was dragged along sobbing. She shivered as the massive iron door creaked open to the main house. The things that she had already witnessed were overwhelming. She was so innocent. She had her whole life ahead of her. She had never dreamed that women or men could be used as slaves, and yet here, she was thrust in the middle of it. She longed so to go home. And now she had lost her protection, Bella. She hoped that Bella was all right. In fact, she hoped she even saw her again. She was not sure of anything. She had heard what Zorg said about not abusing her. She hoped it was true. She was a virgin. She had never been touched anywhere. She could not imagine being forced.

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As the door slammed shut, the servants came running, all scantily dressed. Raisa noticed as she cowered behind Zorg that the women were very beautiful, and the men very handsome. They all looked fit and well cared for even if they were slaves. She relaxed a bit and tried to catch her breath.

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One of the slave girls stepped forward.Â

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"Sir, a new slave?"Â She eyed Raisa up and down.

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Raisa cringed at the stare.

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"Yes, she is new. But she is here to serve me, only me. In fact, there are two new slaves that I brought home. They are both solely for my pleasure and will not be shared among you slaves. Is that understood?"

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           The slaves that had gathered bowed and all chimed. "Yes, Sir."

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Zorg released Raisa's arm. He pushed her in the direction of the slave girl that had stepped forward.

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"Take her upstairs to my quarters. Draw a hot bath and bathe her."

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           Zorg looked at a male slave, rather young and very virile. Muscles rippled over his chest.

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"You will go help her. After she is clean and bathed, you both will bring her to my quarters and present her to me. Make sure she has something to eat also."

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Raisa heard Zorg's words and wanted to scream. Bathe me??? A man? The girl slave was fine but a man?

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           She was horrified but afraid to say anything. She feared for her life.

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The male and female slave stepped to either side of Raisa and grabbed her arms to lead her to the Master's quarters. Zorg disappeared through a side door.

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The stone stairs wound around and around. Raisa hardly had the energy to climb them. She was so exhausted. There were torches that lit the stair well. The main house must have been at least three stories. Raisa had never seen anything so huge. The three of them stopped on what seemed to be the second floor. They turned to go down a long hall. At the end of the hall, Raisa could see two large doors, torches on either side, with two large iron lion heads attached to them. The male slave unlatched the handles and pulled the door open.

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Inside, the room was filled with the light from a roaring fire. The huge lanterns on the wall had the room well lit. It was warm, cozy, and definitely masculine. A large bearskin rug lay on the floor beside a large feather bed. It was the largest bed Raisa had ever seen. The bedposts were as large around as any well grown tree. They were carved and ornate. The headboard was carved also and reached the ceiling just like the bedposts. There were curtains attached between each bedpost that could be pulled together for privacy.

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Raisa shuddered as she noticed shackles on the four bedposts. She even noticed some kind of harness hanging in the corner of the room. There were various and sundry gadgets on the wall, but she had never seen any of them before. She did, however, notice a crop that was mounted and displayed.

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    The other walls of the room had ornate swords displayed, and mounted animal heads. A good hunter, Zorg must have been. There was a tiger's head, a lion's head, elephant tusks, and various other animals’ trophies on the wall of the room.Â

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In front of the hearth was a large leather sofa, with a table and chair beside it. Raisa was pushed into it. She did not speak. She was either too tired or too scared.

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The large while sofa was soft and very comfortable. Raisa laid back to catch her breath. She was so tired.

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The two slaves disappeared through another door and Raisa heard the sound of running water. The two slaves chattered as they worked but Raisa could not hear what they were saying. She closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.

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"Wake up! You must get your bath."Â The slave girl was shaking Raisa.Â

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Raisa drowsily opened her eyes and came back to reality. She sat straight up on the sofa. The female had a cup of broth and a slice of bread. She put them down on the table in front of Raisa.

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           "You must eat quickly. I must bathe you and Jamon is going to help me." She said.

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           Raisa pulled back. "NO! Does he have to stay?"

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"Master ordered it, so it must be. We will not hurt you."

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"Oh, please make him go!" Raisa whined. She had never undressed before a man. He had to be at least in his twenties. She was so embarrassed at the thought of having to disrobe in front of him.

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           "I cannot. If I do, I shall be punished. He must stay and help." The girl said.

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Raisa leaned forward and raised the broth to her lips. It was steaming. Her mind raced as she sipped it to figure out a way to get away from these two slaves. There was no where to go. She was a captured animal.  She gulped the broth down and swallowed the last bit of bread as the female slave reached to pull her to her feet.

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           Raisa started to pull away from the girl's grasp. She struggled but to no avail. Jamon came over and took her other arm and they pulled her to her feet and into the adjacent room.

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The large stone bathing pool was steaming. There were bottles of oil and other scents lined beside it. Jamon held Raisa as the female slipped her tunic over her head. Raisa blushed. She watched as Jamon's eyes perused her body. She was standing face to face with him as he held her arms. His eyes traveled the length of her body. Raisa's breasts were small and tear-dropped, firm and the nipples now strutted as the cool air hit them. Raisa wanted to cover herself.

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Jamon's eyes traveled farther down. He smiled when they got to her sex. She only had wisps of pubic hair. Her sex lips were thin and pouty.

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   "Oh what a treasure you will be for the Master!" He smiled as he said it. "I am going to enjoy presenting you to him! I wonder what lies inside those lips."

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Raisa's eyes closed for she did not want to hear that. She bit her lip to keep her mouth shut for she was at his mercy. She was afraid to say anything that might ignite him.

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The girl grabbed her arm again and the two slaves pulled Raisa down the stairs into the bathing pool. It did feel delicious.Â

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They splashed the water over her body. Jamon reached for a bottle of oil. He also picked up a small brush and a cloth.

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"Hold her while I soap her up," he said to the female slave.

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The female pinned Raisa's arms back so her chest stood up. It pushed her breasts forward as the nipples stood straight out. Jamon took the brush, poured some oil on it, and proceeded to scrub Raisa's shoulders. The bristles were soft. The oil lathered and slid down her chest. The brush slid over her nipples. Back and forth. Back and forth. Raisa fought and whined but the female slave had such a hold on her that she could not free herself. She had the strangest feeling when the bristles of the brush touched her nipples. It was almost pleasant and she had a strange sensation in her groin. She did not understand it.

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Jamon worked on her nipples, teasing them with the brush and trying to rub the oil into them. Raisa squirmed and wiggled. He put the brush back on the ledge and used his hands and fingers on her nipples, rubbing them in circles and pinching them. Raisa noticed a tingling in her groin. It was throbbing.

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"Now, there, they are nice and clean. Pull her back so we can bathe her sex. Let's put her on the ledge." Jamon said.

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Raisa's eyes widened.

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"NO! Please! NO!" she begged.

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"Good idea," the female slave replied.

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The two slaves tugged her to the side of the bathing pool. Raisa fought like an animal but was plopped down on her back on the ledge with her legs dangling into the pool from her knees down. The girl pushed her shoulders down and held the there. Jamon perched right between her legs smiling.

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"Now we shall get a look at what lies inside those little pink lips of yours." he chuckled.

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           Raisa tried to kick him. Her legs flailed around and were caught by the female and held tightly, her knees bent. Jamon pushed her legs open. Tears stung Raisa's face. She was lathered with the soap and scrubbed. Once the soap was rinsed off, Raisa felt Jamon's fingers opening her sex.

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           "Okay, now we can look," he said.

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The lips spread way back, the female slave bent closer, as Jamon inspected Raisa's sex closely. His finger slid through the wetness, as Raisa cried.

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           "It is innocent and fresh," Jamon told the female. "It's pink, and she is wet!"

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           The female slave giggled. "Oh she will like being wet!"

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Jamon reached to spread her sex wider and took a finger to push back the hood of Raisa's clit. Raisa gasped when his finger grazed it. She had never felt that before.

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"Look, it is hard! It is truly beautiful erect, isn't it? It is a great size for Master to play with or suck. I wish I could have her." Jamon said.Â

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           "WELL, YOU CANNOT!"

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           A booming voice filled the room. Jamon jumped to attention and the female slave let go of Raisa's legs and arms. They turned to see their Master standing in the doorway.

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Zorg stood there with his arms crossed glaring at them.

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"I told you to bring her to me! You were to bathe her and bring her to me!!" He shouted angrily.

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"Yes, Sir, that is what we are doing!" Jamon answered. "She is ready, Sir!"

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Very well, bring her to my bed and you may go." Zorg commanded.

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The slaves jumped about, rinsing Raisa as she continued to sniff and sob. They dried her, applied some soothing oil to her body which smelled heavenly. It made her relax and it felt so good as they rubbed her aching muscles. They carried her into the Master's room and laid her in the big feather bed. Zorg was standing with his back to them in front of the fire.

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"You are dismissed." Zorg grumbled.

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"Yes, Sir," the two slaves responded in unison. They hurried out of the room, closing the big door behind them.

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All Raisa could remember was opening her eyes for a moment from the bed to see Zorg staring down at her. She drifted off into a deep sleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        “Now turn back around.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        “Yes sir.”  Michelle said to Derek.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        “Yes Master.”  Michelle was shaking all over.

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

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

        Derek already had the flogger in his hand.

        “CRACK!!!!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     SMACK!!   SMACK!!   SMACK!!      

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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One day they were breading back in a small patch of trees that hid me and them from view. The males that were waiting while one was tied to the bitch were so turned on and jumping around, I could see their dicks poking out and dripping.  On an impulse, as one of the males came near me and sniffed my now wet dick, I reached down and grabbed his dick sheath and pushed it back so his red dick cock was showing.  He seemed to like it, taking a lick at my dick and tasting the pre-cum, started really licking away. I pumped my dick and started stroking his cock.  He started humping my hand and his cock started growing bigger.  More and more of it came out of the sheath and a small knot popped out.  I shifted my hand from the sheath so it now was on the dog’s wet red and growing cock.  He kept humping, moving over and grabbing my hand with a front paw on each side of my hand. His paws pushed my hand tighter against his cock and his pumping became furious.  I felt the knot getting bigger and bigger in my hand while a clear fluid started squirting out the end of his cock. As his pace started slowing I could feel the dick pumping out his cum with the dick jerking with every squirt.  He finally stopped pumping but he still held my hand in place on his cock and his dick still jerked and spurted cum about once a second.  After about a minute he let go of my hand and dropped down on all four paws.  He just stood there as I released my grip, and his cock hung way down, the knot keeping it from retracting back into the sheath.  I don’t think he wanted it to retract though because he was still cumming, the tip of his dick jumping up a couple of inches with each time a jet of cum.  Man was that a turn-on.  He stood there just looking into space with almost a smile on his face as he kept cumming for about 10 minutes. When my hand released his cock, I took the opportunity with my right hand now free to really pump my dick.  It only took a few strokes until my spunk started shooting out.  One of the other males immediately came over and licked the cum from my dick until it was too sensitive for more stimulation. 

 

After that first experience I found that I could jack off any of the males at any time, whether the female was in heat or not.  They all liked it and would follow me and gather round me when I went to the place in the trees.  As I would take my dick out to beat off, they would jump up and try to lick it.  With them around me I could jack off two at a time, and usually there would be a third licking my dick or ass while waiting his turn.  Man was it hot watching the two that were cumming with their dicks hanging down, while I was jacking off another one with my left hand and pumping my own dick with my right.  That patch of ground was well fertilized with cum since I got to do this routine at least twice a week for a couple of years. 

 

Mean time, I also found that our small Chihuahua female liked to get off too.  We had a basement that could only be entered from outside the house, and was not really finished.  It had a concrete floor but hardly anything else.  The washing machine was the only thing of significance down there besides things I brought down for play. It was an ideal place for a young boy to keep his magazines hidden for jackoff sessions during the day or evening when things got boring.  Our little pet Chihuahua, Teeny, often followed me down there, but since she didn’t have a dick for me to stroke, didn’t think of her sexually.  That changed one evening while she was down there with me, as I had my Playboy spread out on a table while I sat on a bench jacking off.  When my first jet of cum spurted out on the concrete floor, I didn’t see that she was licking it up, but felt her tongue when she started cleaning the head of my dick.  After that, when she was down there, I would get on my knees and she would lick my dick as a jacked off. As I started cumming she would eagerly lap up the cum, further stimulating me to a harder orgasm.  One time while she was licking me as I was pounding away, I wondered if she got wet smelling my dick.  I carefully eased my hand under her belly and felt for her pussy.  I found that I didn’t need to be careful.  When she felt my finger touch her pussy, she hunched forward pushing my finger harder against her opening.  I switched to my small finger which I thought might fit up into her little hole.  Like the male dogs she moved over and grabbed my hand with her paws as started humping like the male dogs.  I was startled but was really surprised with my little finger went sliding up inside her.  She was panting as she humped and suddenly I could feel her pussy rhythmically contracting on my finger.  She slowed down her pumping motion, but like the males, she too kept hold of my hand as she stood there with my little finger in her.  Her pussy muscles were still squeezing and relaxing and she was panting from all the exertion.  It didn’t take me long to get a good cum started as I kneeled there with a finger up her snatch. She held on to my hand as she still licked my cum from my dick.  After that I could have dog sex more often, but I still liked jacking the male dogs best. 

 

It was a few years later before I had a new dog experience.  I had moved to a nearby town as I was going to college, in my first year.  My younger brother had gotten 3 Vizsla hunting dogs, two males and one female.  Vizslas are used as pointers for bird hunting, and as I found, a good size for giving a fucking.  Vizslas have a reddish/pink nose and about a 10 inch tail, but his were about 50 pounds, and about 2 feet high at the shoulder.  They are an extremely friendly dog, love to be handled.  .  They were caged in a run lot at the back of the house (they still lived at the same place I grew up).  I petted and played with them before, and wondered if they would like to be jacked off too but never had a chance to try.

 

My parents and brother were going on vacation and asked if I would come over each day to feed and water the dogs.  The beagles just needed their dry food bowls filled and the water trough filled each day.  I had to get in the run lot with the Vizslas to retrieve their food and water bowls so I thought this would be my opportunity to see if the dogs would like to be jacked off.  The first day I went over for the feeding, I took care of the beagles quickly and moved down to the run lot. I opened the gate and gathered up the water and feed bowls. All three of the dogs came over eagerly wanting attention as well as their daily feeding.  I went back to the house and filled the bowls and brought them back to the lot.  The lot was too visible from the road for me to take any chances with playing with them there. I had spotted a lead leash hanging over the fence when I went in to get the bowls.  I knew that the dogs would be too distracted eating if I put the food in the run lot before trying anything.  One of the males, Jim, had seemed friendlier than the other male so I got the leash and attached it to his collar.  I lead him up to the house down into the still unfinished basement.  I closed the door and took the leash off.  He eagerly came over to me, wanting me to pet him and trying to stand up and lick my face.  My pants quickly dropped to the floor and I discarded my underwear.  Jim started sniffing at my crotch and wagging his tale… so good, so far.  I squatted and stretched the foreskin back from my uncircumcised dick.  He quickly started licking and showing a lot of interest in my ass too.  I let him lick my dick and ass for a couple of minutes before trying anything with him, not knowing how he would react.  It would be hard to explain if the dog had bitten my dick while we were in the house basement!   Satisfied that he was friendly, I started rubbing his back and then moved down his sides.  Then my hand was on his belly near his front legs and he was just standing there enjoying the attention.  My rubs went further and further back until the edge of my hand touched the tip of his dick sheath.  He didn’t flinch so I ventured further, moving my hand gently over his dick covering.  He stood still, just wagging his tail.  I slowly gripped the sheath and started pulling it back.  At first the covering didn’t move much and his dick seemed to be too high and not aligned with the opening.  My hand again gripped the shaft and slowly moved back and forth in a jacking motion.  Slowly the red tip of his dick started moving out of the covering.  As I gained confidence that he wasn’t going to attack, I moved a little faster and his back started bowing up.  I pulled the sheath way aback and a long thin dick came out, about 6 inches worth.  It was just starting to get thick and there was no sign of a knot.  As I picked up speed with my jacking, his dick got thicker much quicker and I felt the knot forming at the base of the dick, but still inside the sheath.  I pulled back harder to get the knot out before it got too big to pop out of the small sheath opening.  I’d learned that from playing with the beagles.  With the growing knot now out, I moved my hand down to his now wet and growing red prick.  All of a sudden he started humping and panting hard.  I moved my knee over and put his chest on it so he could grasp my leg while humping.  My hand would never support the large dog if he wanted to grab it like the beagles.  His dick ballooned and the knot grew to the size of a tennis ball.  The cum squirts started and my leg was getting splashed with each spasm.  Since I was jacking Jim with my left hand (habit from playing with the beagles), my right hand was free to pound my own dick as the dog stared into space, still humping my hand and the knot and dick as hard as steel.  I was holding on tightly to his dick, feeling the huge pulses in the tube that runs along the bottom of his as each clear, watery load of spunk squirted out.  He finally stopped the humping and, like the beagles, he stood there, me holding the hard throbbing dick, and he was just staring into space with the continuing orgasm.  I let go of the dick so I could concentrate on getting my rocks off, and it jerked up about 4 or 5 inches with each load of cum that came out.  The cum was clear and came out in a really thin, but forceful, stream. My dick was so hard that I thought that I was made of steel.  This was so much better than with the small beagles!  I felt my balls tighten and my dick got so stiff it almost hurt.  Then that feeling of relief as the first jet of cum squirted out on to the dogs shoulder.  He turned to look at my dick and slowly started licking the cum as it squirted from my cock.  Jim’s dick was still bobbing and shooting but he lay down and started licking his dick.  Finally it started deflating and retracting into his body.  He slowly stood up as I connected the leash to his collar again.  I knew then that I had to try to get him to fuck me in the ass the next day. 

 

I was anxious the whole next day as I waited for the time to go to feed the dogs again.  I think that my shorts were wet the whole day as the pre-cum leaked every time I moved.  When I arrived there, I quickly took care of the beagles and didn’t waste time getting their bowls filled first.  I went to the lot and grabbed the leash and clipped it to a dancing and seeming excited Jim. I think that he knew that he was going to get his rocks off again, but he didn’t know that I had more of a surprise in store for him. 

 

(I’ll finish this part as soon as I can.) I really didn’t mean to stop here but just ran out of time. There are at least three other dogs that I’ll tell you about when I get a chance to write more.

 

JD

I laid on my stomach on the soft hay and went under Petey. I looked at his furry balls and began to pet them. Petey\\\'s body shuddered, and I started to rub his shaft. He bucked his hips and began to lightly fuck my hand. I saw his prick and rubbing harder. Petey\\\'s breathing became harder and soon, he was fully fucking my hand, a 14 inch cock fully out of it\\\'s sheath. I drew in a sharp breath and started at the pink tool. How would it ever fit inside of me? Then, I covered the huge penis with my mouth and sucked it off. Petey was vividly fucking my mouth now. I deepthroated the cock and almost gagged. The cock head was brushing against my tonsils, and I could feel the doggy cum rising up. There was a burst of warmth and sticky semen flowed into my mouth. I swollowed every bit of it and my horniness kicked in. I slipped out from under him and kneeled in front of him, my ass in the air. Petey sprang foward and placed his forepaws on my hips and his furry cock sturggling to find my asshole. Finally, the head fit inside and he began fucking me hard. His huge shaft went deep inside me; it felt like it might come out of my mouth. I yelled and gripped the hay under me. my ass felt like it was being ripped in two.  Then, it felt good and I bucked along. Still, he was going strong and went faster. I felt his knot form and attempted to pull out but he was pinning me to the ground. His knot knocked at my asshole and struggled to get in. I yelled out again but the knot had gone in with a sharp stab of pain. Then my ass exploded and I saw stars in my eyes and got temporarily knocked out. When I came to, my ass felt warm with dog cum, and Petey was lying on top of me, waiting for his knot to retract. I pet him and he licked my cum covered hand. Suprised, I looked at my own cock and saw it bleeding cum madly.

Mica came over and smiled at the sight of a dog on top of me. "I see you let the knot in. Then again, I did forget to tell you the safe word. it was rabbit anyways." there was a small pop and pain shot through my body. Petey\\\'s knot fell out and he got up and walked back to his bed, licking his own cum off of his cock. My ass was destroyed; cum filled the entire rectum and my cheeks were sore from Petey\\\'s balls slapping against them. "Clark? We need someone to fuck this poor boy," Mica called into barn 3 and Clark came out 2 minutes later with nothing on. He had a shaven penis that was a nice 8 1/5 inches after taking almost double the size. "I\\\'m just going to do a quick afterfuck, ok Joe?" he said reassuringly and I nodded. His cock head slipped in and he softly fucked me, gently pumping my ass. It felt good as hell after Petey\\\'s beating. Kayla came into the barn with Mark, the other guy, who was naked and ready to fuck a goat.

"Howdy joe," she said, looking at me who was absorbing a pounding from her husband. "First cock in the ass? Dont worry; we\\\'ll get you trained enough to take on King." "King? who\\\'s King?" I asked her and grunted from the cock in my ass. "Why, hes the bull. 700 pounds and a 3 foot penis," she responded. "WHAT?! I dont think its possible to fit a cock that big in someone!" I exclaimed "It sure is. Now, lets take you on over to the horses. I think I nice pony can do you good..."

To be continued: LOOK OUT FOR CHAPTER 3!

.. She lept for the reciever grabbed it and put it to her ear, "hello?" She didnt hear anything, her heart was pounding.. was she too late? "Hello?" She was out of breath by now. "Mrs. Henderson.. Mrs Henderson?" A voice on the other line was heard finally. "No, no this is the housesitter I'm staying the weekend While Mrs. Henderson is out of town on business." The man on the other end of the phone seemed a little concerned. "I wasnt notified of any such business" He snipped back. "The fire alarm is going off there, is everything alright?"
"Yes yes of course, I. I must have left a pan on the stove, I was.. uh.. I was just taking a shower."

Soon as she finished that statement, she heard a loud pop, and she could hear the cum dumping out of her, she was sure that it was loud enough that the Security Guard could have heard it through the telephone. "Alright ma'am sorry to bother you" and he hung up. She lowered the phone and clicked the button, turning towards Butch. "Oh boy.." And then she exhaled deeply before remembering the burner was still on. She hurried over to turn it off, glaring at the scorched steaks. Butch barked triumphantly.. or perhaps he was just wondering if it was ready to eat or not.

-Look for the next Edition Soon!-

 

I’m not saying that sex with Carl is not exciting. We make love and fuck all the time and it’s great. Just a couple of weeks ago I was washing the dishes in the kitchen wearing one of Carl’s old shirts, which barely covers my big brown ass cheeks, and Carl enters in the room from being outside, reaches around me and presses himself up against my back. Just the sight of me dressed like this gets him so hard that I could feel his stiff dick poking my rump.

“What are you doing,” I asked, as his hands reached around and squeezed my huge teats.

I then had to reach behind me and unzip his fly to let that aching bad-boy (his dick) out of its cage. It didn’t take long for Carl to push me forward over the sink and rub the head of his pink member on my already dripping cunt. Then he stopped and began slowly working the head of his shaft into my pussy.

“Yeah, Carl! Put it right there in Mama,” I told him. “You got it Honey,” he replied, and whoosh, He pushed his dick right up into me. I grunted with delight as Carl began to pound me while his hands worked my soft huge breast. I pushed back with my ass on each stroke. He let go of my teats and leaned around me to watch my big beauties sway in rhythm to our fucking. I raised one leg up onto a step-stool next to the cabinet and looked below to watch his big ole’ balls slapping against my lower belly with each shove. It was awesome.” “Fuck me, Baby, Fuck me,” I told him. In about twenty minutes of both of us grunting and seating I could feel his tool swell inside me.

“Go ahead baby give Mama that hot load of cream,” I cried, “I want it, and I want it now,” and I squeezed his shaft with my vaginal muscles as hard as I could. Carl obliged with a deep grunt and an explosion of hot man-juice rushing through my sloppy cunt. He came so much that it began to drip out onto the floor. As his dick receded from my pussy we both collapsed onto the floor, exhausted.

As we lied there on the floor holding each other, a thought popped into my head. “Is there more than this”, I wondered. Don’t get me wrong, this sex is great, but still I wondered, is there more than just husband and wife humping.

Sometimes, when Carl is at work and I’m home all alone, I look at a few of the adult magazines and xxx-videos that we have in our bedroom. Reading the stories in the magazines always turns me on, and usually I end up masturbating, fingering my cunt and working my way up to one of my dildos that I keep in the nightstand drawer. I love laying on the bed reading about other people’s sexy experiences, but the bits that really make me horny are those that have two girls going at it together. Reading about it or seeing it really does something to me. “Mmmmm, it makes my pussy wet.”

I know that I wasn’t Gay, but Bi….maybe? Or just curious. And if I was how would I know for sure? As things turned out….I got the chance sooner than I thought.

A week ago, I was showering in the morning and lathering up really good with the soap, rubbing it slowly all over my body, especially my 38F tittys so that Carl could watch and keep this vision of me in his head all day while he was at work.

Carl slid open the glass and said, “Bryan and Kathy are throwing a party Friday night, do you want to go?” “Sure,” I responded.

“Thing is, I gotta’ work a little late Friday, close some accounts,” Carl added, “but I’ll meet you there, is that okay?” “No problem,” I assured him. Then he reached in and tweaked my nipples, the big flirt, to make me squeal a little and then he closed the shower door.

Friday finally came around and I showed up at Bryan and Kathy’s, I had been looking forward to going to the party because it got me out of the house for a while. I was dressed in my favorite low cut green and black party dress with the spaghetti straps and a pair of matching 5-inch heeled shoes that accentuated my slender yet muscular dark-brown legs. It hugs my womanly curves around my teats and ass just so, and stops Carl in his tracks to see me in this. Not to mention other guys always stop to gawk when I’ve worn this out to dinner too.

I was met at the door by both Bryan and Kathy. “Barbara, it’s great to see you,” Kathy charmingly said to me. Then I thought to myself, if any woman was my “type” it was Kathy. She’s a dead ringer for a young Sophia Loren. Together she and Bryan were one sexy couple all right. Maybe the ones who could…..?

Bryan said, “You look fantastic!” and Kathy added, “My, you’re looking sexy, Barbara.”

I looked at Kathy and with a devilish grin replied to her, “does it matter you’re not a guy?”

That thought must have been on my mind…without thinking I had set a whole train of events in motion. It was a throwaway line but how was Kathy taking it? I wondered if she knew what it really meant.

I went to the refreshment table and order a white wine spritzer, and engaged this so-so attractive guy standing there in idle conversation. I couldn’t help but look over to where Bryan and Kathy were standing and noticed they were looking my way and she was whispering something into his ear. Bryans’ eyes looked up at me and then he looked away. What was she telling him right now, I wondered.

A little later, I went over to the buffet table. Before I knew it, Kathy was right beside me. “Having a good time?” she asked. “Great,” I replied. What she said next really rocked me.

She leaned into my ear and said, “Wouldn’t it be even better if I was licking your tits and pussy, right now?” I must have dropped my plate in the surprise. I knew then that she would work out my secret fantasy.

Then I felt Kathy’s hand slip down between my panties and my ass just beneath my short dress while we where standing there. “Does this shock you Barbara or is this exciting?” She said with a grin. Then she worked a finger into my cunt and moved it back and forth a couple of times. I couldn’t believe it. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” she added. So we left the buffet walking through the party guests and discreetly went up the stairs.

 

It all happened so quick, I was in the master bedroom and Kathy was over me like a rash.

She began undressing me, exposing my huge tits, as I pulled off her clothes. “Kathy, how did you know? I panted.

She answered, “Let’s just say…it takes one to know one.”

“God, your boobs are so sexy….As I always thought,” she added. Then she rubbed on them with her tender hands and began kissing them all over. This was what I had fantasized about, a beautiful, busty woman seducing me. But, here? Now?

My mind was spinning from the thought and the realization of the situation. I felt weak as she embraced me with one arm and kissed me while her other hand began rubbing and warming my crotch. “But, Kathy,” I said, “what about Bryan?”

“Bryan,” she answered, “he knows all about it.” This reply shocked me a little.

Then she knelt down and reaching up, began squeezing my teats as if though in worship. Then I heard Bryan as he came out of the master bath, “That’s right Barbara, he said, “As every couple should, we share everything.” He was totally nude and stroking his 7-1/2 inch penis while walking towards us.

“You don’t mind do you dear?” Kathy asked. “Only he likes to watch. Besides, I perform so much better with an audience,” she said coyly.

Of course Bryan’s appearing the way he did was another surprise, but by now I was so excited that it didn’t faze me. Kathy pushed me down back onto the bed. She pulled herself over to the edge and spread my legs apart and began fingering my eagerly waiting pussy. First, one. Then two, and then three. My cunt became wetter and wetter with each stroke of her hand. A few minutes of that and then she began tonguing and eating my wet pussy. I grabbed my thighs and pulled my legs back even further, while Kathy reached up kept her hands busy messaging and squeezing my teats. I couldn’t believe it. My secret fantasy was really happening. A beautiful woman was really eating out my pussy, and it felt sooooo….good.

This went on for a while and I had closed my eyes as Kathy kept right on tongue fucking me. Just then a very hard dick was placed into my hand, and I began stroking it. I assumed it was Bryans’, but then looking up I was surprised again. “CARL!” I said. I knew this cock felt familiar.

Looking down at me, he replied, “I worked it out a few minutes ago, Baby. Watching you get eaten by Kathy made me hard. I just had to relieve the tension.”

In all of the excitement I had never thought of my husband. (Bryan had secretly let out the party guests and let Carl in.) So, the cunning S.O.B. had set me up. Was I mad? Was I ….. Hell!

I lay back down and began stroking Carl’s and Bryan’s stiff dicks, one on each side of me, while Kathy sucked at and fingered fucked my pussy. This was all so exciting; soon I was cumming in torrents all over Kathy’s face as she lapped up my nectar.

It was her turn now. Carl lay down next to me as I climbed on top of him and slowly sat down onto his thick throbbing member. I began pumping my round Latin ass up and down, making my cheeks shake with force. It was too much for Kathy. She moved around in front of me and pushed her gorgeous cunt right into my face. I began eating her wet honey pot. It was my first taste of another woman’s pussy. I loved it.

Bryan then came up from behind me, knelt down and eased his big cock into my ass. Hmmf! I couldn’t say anything else my mouth was full of Kathy’s cunt. This was my first ever foursome. It only took a few minutes but we where all climaxing together. Kathy in my face, Carl in my cunt and Bryan in my ass. It was wonderful.

It was all to exciting and I had to have more. Kathy obliged by bringing out a huge strap-on dildo and rolled me over onto my back. She then belted it on and we began kissing and fondling each other again. I was so wet from all the man-goo running out of me that I didn’t need any lubricant for the penetration. It was so hard and felt so good, I screamed with delight. Kathy fucked me until I reached orgasm again.

We then traded places, and I fucked her with the strap-on. The guys were all excited again and came over while Kathy stroked their hard cocks. Soon they were cumming all over her gyrating gorgeous breasts, and this must have aided in her excitement as she screamed, then quivered and began orgasming, wrapping her legs tightly around me. I couldn’t believe it. I was having sex with this beautiful woman, and in front of our husbands.

If sex was a mountain I was at the top that night. All that I ever fantasized about was happening for real. I had my first sex with a woman, my first with extra partners. And all because my fabulous husband understood, that all women have fantasies. You know, those sexy dreams that they keep hidden until their husbands find out and makes those dreams come true.