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Tommy Boy

I hadn’t meant to corrupt him ­ it just sort of…happened.

As with most tales, this one begins at the beginning, all flowery prose and propriety, introducing first myself, and then the character that we’ll call “Tommy Boy,” for the sake of his anonymity.

My name is Kayla North.

I am a Canadian woman thirty years of age, as of last month, and hopefully the wiser for it. I am of above-average intelligence, and average humor, and hold a degree in Computer Science from the University of Manitoba. My education is the one thing that I’ve not yet had the opportunity to apply to the ‘real’ world, for reasons I’ll disclose shortly.

I am five foot nine, one hundred and forty pounds, the last time I checked. I have dark green eyes and long hair that is naturally quite curly: I dye it burgundy every two months. I use my Shapes Co-Ed Fitness Center membership on a daily basis, and as a result, am in immaculate shape. I am a bisexual by nature, and dominant partner by choice. I haven’t had a steady boyfriend or girlfriend for the better part of three years: I prefer it that way.

I am a firm believer that the benefits of casual sex outweigh the disadvantages of such a lifestyle…

I am the Owner-Operator of the Boulevard Motor Hotel located at sixteen hundred Queen Avenue, in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. I won the place in a poker game with the previous owner, Bill Gilroy, who had recently won the 6-49 lottery and was feeling as generous with his wagers as he was feeling rathe…amorous that night. Which meant very generous, and very amorous. He was after a piece of my ass, and didn’t seem to mind that all that I, university student, could afford to wager against his bar was my piece-of-shit Honda Accord, a striptease, and a blow job.

Suffice to say, I did not lose, but won the bar instead (and Bill Gilroy is now retired in the Bahamas somewhere, likely still chasing after university-aged pussy). So, long story short, I’ve been operating the Boulevard for the better part of nine years now. The place turns a good profit, and I love the ambiance and the people ­ from the circuit strippers to the DJ to my bartenders to my waiting staff ­ I wouldn’t give them up for the world. I can’t imagine leaving the Boulevard to pursue a career in computer science, especially since my education is now all but obsolete. I’ve never worked in the industry, so I’d likely be so far behind the times…

I’m a Pascal, COBOL, C and C++ programmer in a Java and HTML world.

Suffice to say, it would not be worth my while to pursue computer science. And besides, I’m happy with my Boulevard. At times, I’m ecstatic with my ownership! And I have so many reasons why…

Perhaps I’ll tell you a little bit about the Boulevard or “Bully” as we like to call it, before I introduce Tommy Boy, my former flavor of the week…

The Boulevard Motor Hotel consists of three parts: a thirty-six seat licensed restaurant called Amanda’s, a fourteen-room hotel on the second floor, and the ‘Bully’ beverage room itself, which seats a hundred and twenty, and has standing room, and Video Lottery Terminals (VLTs) for plenty more. The Bully also has a cordoned-off eighteen-by-eighteen foot dance floor, attached to the DJ booth, with two removable ceiling- to-floor poles for the strippers’ shows. The tables are all round, with four chairs a piece, and sturdy despite the many bar brawls that have occurred here over the years. There’s an L-shaped bar where two bartenders are normally stationed, with a third bartender on Whisky Wednesdays and Fun Fridays, our busiest nights of the week.

Our motto here at the Bully is “cheap booze and wild entertainment.” The strippers work from Thursday thru Saturday (inclusive) with six shows a day, and we usually have a live band or new DJ every Wednesday night. Monday nights are our football nights, when we have the game on the big screen (in season). Tuesday nights are Ladies’ Nights, we try to get the male strippers in for a show twice a year; even more often if we can book them ­ they’re harder than hell to book, unless you know the people involved personally (but then, that’s another story).

Though I’m a non-smoker by choice, the Bully is not; we have an awesome air-exchange system that clears out most of the smoke, making the atmosphere a pleasant one for all concerned. On the dance floor, the music is blaring, enough to make one senseless, but in the tables along the walls, the noise is low enough for one to carry on a decent conversation, without having to scream your replies over the newest Top 40. There you go – that’s the Bully, my favorite part of the establishment, and by far, the most profitable end of my business…

Now the story I’m about to tell you is one that occurred the summer I turned twenty-five. I was younger then, and as ambitious as always, both in and out of the bedroom. This is the tale of Tommy Boy, who I will introduce to you now.

Tommy Boy walked into my bar like he owned the place, which sort of irked me, this being the first moment I had ever seen him here. He walked like the pompous sort of jackass who has a big dick and likes to get laid a lot…the kind of pompous jackass who thinks himself above reproach, and above women in general. The kind of guy that really irritates me, really pisses me off.

The kind of guy who needs to be taken down a notch… or two.

I was bartending that Thursday night, since Theryl was going to be a few minutes late, due to car trouble. She was one of my favorites, while under my employ ­ a very dedicated and hard worker, that girl. Theryl made one hell of a margarita, let me tell you… I lost her a few years ago, when she decided to take up Nursing. She comes in here once in a while with her new husband, so it’s nice to see her familiar face, even if she doesn’t work here anymore. I never burn my bridges, old lovers being the only exception.

Tommy Boy would come to be one such exception…

He was blond haired and well built, easily six feet in height, with broad shoulders and a real fly-popper of a package. He had a perpetual hard on, as he would for the duration of the short time I knew him. As he approached my bar, I could tell that his blue eyes were fixed on my breasts, acknowledging my tits before he acknowledged my face. Irritating, in short. He made a point of staring at them, as though he had never seen a C cup before…

It was then, from his first glance, that I decided to break him, however I could.

“Hi,” I greeted him anxiously, with the slightest bit of mischief in my smile. “Haven’t seen you in here before.”

“It’s my first time in here, actually.” He replied with a lazy drawl, his baby blue eyes stealing away from mine to glance again at the plunging V-neck of my shimmering gold shirt. So he liked my boobs. A lot. Not that I can blame him: they’re a very nice set, perky with youth, but rounded with maturity. Two perfect handfuls…

Anyway, he seemed easy enough. I would soon learn just how easy he was…

“What are you having?” I asked the brazen boy, guessing his age to be at least twenty.

“I don’t know ­ what time are you off?” He smiled at me then, and I saw a predator in his grin. He obviously thought himself so… smooth. In truth, his youthfully naive overconfidence was really quite amusing.

This was going to be too easy…

“As soon as Theryl gets here.” It was just my luck that she was behind me at the time, logging into the Squirrel point-of-sale system. “And there she is.”

“Sorry I’m late,” said Theryl, with a toss of her wildly curly red hair. She flashed me a smile, and winked one of her cat-like green eyes. She had overheard some of the conversation, and knew her boss well, for the go-getter I admittedly was (and still am).

“You already apologized on the phone,” I told her. “Thanks for calling in. This is-?”

I left the question open for the young man to answer. “Tommy. Tommy Boy.” He said quickly, catching my drift.

“Tommy Boy.” I told Theryl, returning her wink. “And I’m Kayla, she’s Theryl, and now that we’re all acquainted, I believe we were heading upstairs to my favorite room, isn’t that right, Tommy?”

“Hell yes,” the young man replied eagerly, and prepared to follow. I hiked my black latex skirt up an inch or two higher for his benefit, and left the confines of the bar. Tommy Boy met me at the door, and as soon as we stepped across the threshold, I was upon him, kissing him madly, deeply, with much vigor.

He had a lazy tongue, and was pretty much a lousy kisser all around. His hands were on my ass, squeezing the buttocks firmly, but not as firmly as I would have liked… These two things only irritated me further, and were inspiration enough for me to turn the kiss into a harsh one, one that left him gasping for breath as I pushed him up against the front desk of the hotel portion of the Boulevard. Nancee, who was at the desk, ignored my aggressive manner, being used to my appearances at the front desk with my various flavors of the week.

Leaving the young man breathing heavily at my side, I smiled at Nancee with my kiss-swollen lips. The keycard to my office was presented to me immediately. “The keycard to room two-oh-nine, please,” I added, as an afterthought. To my knowledge, it was vacant.

“Certainly,” she replied, and was quick to hand it over.

We ascended the steps quickly, with Tommy Boy bringing up my rear, peeking as much as he possibly could at the athletically firm young ass that wore crotch-less panties beneath the latex miniskirt that clung to me like a second skin. As I was opening the door to the second floor, he approached me from behind and pressed his pelvis into my ass. I could feel the beginnings of Tommy Boy’s hardness there, and was immediately brought to feelings of excitement… The poor boy had no idea of what I had in store for him.

This was going to be fun…

The walk down the hall was a short one; I inserted the keycard in the slot provided in door two-oh-nine, and opened it wide, allowing a grinning Tommy Boy to step through the doorway into pitch black darkness. I closed the door behind me, and felt him approach.

“Take your clothes off.” I instructed him flatly, as his hands felt for me in the dark.

“You show me yours, I’ll show you mine,” he said, trying to be suave. He felt for my breasts, so I crossed my arms.

“Take your clothes off, or this ends now.” I growled, keeping perfectly still.

For a long moment, he was quiet. His hands fell away from my breasts. I could tell that he was wondering at my cool tone, and was maybe beginning to suspect that things were going to be done my way, or not at all…

“Fine,” he relented, and I heard the zipper of his jeans slide down. “I’ll take my clothes off.”

My clit twitched in response. I was going to give him a night that would be memorable for the both of us, but one that he would never be able to forget… and I promised him this. “You’ll never forget what I’m going to do to you tonight.”

“Is that a threat?” He asked, and froze where he stood.

“No, dear ­ that’s merely a promise.” He seemed satisfied with my answer, because the next thing I knew, my eyes adjusted to the dim light offered by the closed drapes, and I could see his leopard- print G-string: a G-string that was tent polling with his beautiful erection. His jeans hit the floor with a soft thud, and a small grin broke out on my face.

He took a step towards me. “Look, Kayla ­”

I put a finger to his lips, silencing him. “Now your shirt.” Begrudgingly, he complied. “And your G-string. But leave your socks on.”

“Leave my socks on?” He asked, confused.

“It’s kinkier that way,” was my brisk explanation. I was losing what little remained of my patience…

“Leave my socks on?” He repeated.

“Look, Tommy Boy, do you want to fuck or not?”

That silenced him. His reply was the sound of his shirt sliding over his head, and then hitting the floor near his jeans. He was beautiful, in the dimness, with a broad, muscular chest, and flat stomach that tapered down into lean hips, long legs, and strong-looking thighs. He removed his G-string next (the choice of underwear amused me ­ few guys walk around in G-strings…), and was completely nude to my eyes, save but for his black socks and the small gold cross on the thin gold chain that hung from his neck.

Brazen, I observed his eight inches of manhood: his penis was attractive enough, pointing up along the thin line of light-colored hair that ran from his groin to his navel. His erection was thick, and ribbed slightly in places; he had no foreskin, but a very nice head, shaped quite like a mushroom. A single drop of pre-cum glistened in the near dark; all in all, his was a very nice package.

Again, he approached me…

“Go lay face down on the bed.” I told him, cutting off the squawk that had sounded in his throat ­ he had been about to talk.



“Lady, you sure drive a hard bargain…”

He really had no idea… no idea of what his big mouth had landed his small ass in. In silence, I picked up his clothing, and watched him climb unto the bed, white ass in the air. “Face down.” I reminded him, and watched him comply. “Now wait for me here ­ I’ll be right back. I have to slip into something more… comfortable.”

I stepped back into the hallway with his clothing in my hands, and rushed to my office: room two-oh-six. Slipping the keycard into the door, I threw his clothing on the bed in the corner, and grabbed my ‘bag of tricks’ from beneath my broad desk. The duffel bag contained all that I would need… I quickly stripped off my gold shirt, and adjusted my black merry widow.

Locking my office door behind me, I returned to room two-oh-nine and heard Tommy Boy’s sigh of relief.

“There you are ­ but where are my clothes.”

“I moved them. Don’t worry ­ they’re in a safe place.” I closed the door behind me, and he was bathed again in darkness.

“Could you turn the light on while you’re there?” He asked meekly.

“I prefer ‘doing it’ in the dark.” I told him, and approached the bed. He began to roll over, to face me, but I stopped him. “Face down!”

“All right, all right.”

“And be quiet. I prefer my men strong but silent.” He didn’t reply. “Good boy.” I unzipped my bag of tricks, and felt for the pocket that contained my police-issue handcuffs. The key was where I had left it, at the bottom of the pocket. A smile on my lips, I withdrew the handcuffs as quietly as I could. “Roll unto your back.”


“Be quiet! Roll unto your back.” Begrudgingly, he did as I instructed. “Now your hands – put out your hands, and close your eyes.” He obliged me, but very slowly. He seemed to have lost trust in me. He flinched as the cold metal of the cuffs touched his bare skin, and he was jerking away, but it was too late ­ I had already fastened both cuffs by the time he completely realized what I was doing. “Roll unto your back ­ you need to be punished.”

“Handcuffs ­ you like it rough, baby ­ don’t you?” He laughed triumphantly, but had nothing to be triumphant about.

“Be quiet.” I slapped his white ass then, as hard as I could. The noise of the slap echoed off the walls, rather loud. My hand stung, but I knew his ass stung even more.

“What did you do that for?” he shrieked, angrily.

“Because you won’t shut up!” I snapped, and slapped him again.

He groaned aloud this time, his surprise replaced by fear. “Quit that!”

“What, you don’t like it rough?” I seethed, and withdrew the softer of my whips from my bag of tricks, the one with the rubber handle, and the tassel-like end. I drew it along his back, over his slender white ass, and spanked him once. “C’mon, be a man. Take it like a man, you wimp!”

“I think there’s been a mistake…”

“Did I not tell you to shut up?” I raged, spanking him again with the flat of my hand.

His body jerked and a grimace of pain crossed his handsome face. “Sorry.”

“You bet you are!” I ranted, and spanked him again. My hand was stinging, but I was excited now ­ my pussy throbbed as I mounted his still form, and massaged his abused buttocks with my hands. With my right hand, I touched myself, found the wetness of my excitement there, and smiled.

Tommy Boy most certainly had not been expecting this…

“Now roll back unto your back.” I ordered, in cool, harsh tones. I didn’t move a muscle to help him, but was rather pleased by his efforts to obey me. I thought that he would have lost some of his erection, from the shock of my actions, but surprisingly, he was ramrod- straight and hard to the touch. For a fleeting moment, I held his cock in my hand, enjoying the feel of his throbbing self there… and then I let him go. He would be in me soon enough… and I was ready for him. In so many ways… “Good. Now I’m going to fuck you, and you are going to like it.”

Without further ado, I withdrew a single condom from my bag of tricks, and tore it open. Hastily, I squeezed out the air in the tip, and rolled it down the length of his long, lovely shaft. He used his muscles to make his cock stand straighter, higher for me, and I smiled. This was going to be fun… I knew very well the kind of pleasure a woman could get from an erection like his, and looked forward to taking some of that pleasure for myself.

Handcuffed hands before him, he lay at rest, waiting for my next move. I raked my eyes and hands over his body, from his large, awkward-looking feet to his knobby knees, to his protected penis, to his flat stomach, to his sculpted chest, to his wary grin. He was warm to the touch and tense with desire… He didn’t know what to expect next, clearly.

I hiked my skirt up to my flat stomach, and dropped the whip that I had used earlier. I fingered my hairless slit in full view of his eyes, blue eyes that grew wide as I played with the stainless steel piercing there. My Isabella piercing, the one that went through my clitoral hood… It was for his pleasure that I licked my finger, and inserted it deep into my crevice, and then drew it out to tease that single barbaric piercing.

I watched him swallow with anticipation, and smiled down at him. I threw my right leg up over the bed, over him, and moved myself into a riding-style position. I was straddling him, with his thick cock between my legs, my throbbing pussy only an inch or two away from that eager rod of his… Tossing my hair over my shoulder, I leaned forward, until I was above him, took his cock in my right hand, and guided him to my moist slit. I slid him over my labia, teasing myself; teasing each lip, teasing him. I guided him back towards my happy little hole, and decided then to let him in…

First, only an inch of him.

Then, two inches… three… and then in one smooth, slick motion, I took his entire nine inches into me, and gasped at how good it felt, to have that big, hard cock inside of me. I was throbbing around him, he was throbbing inside of me, and it was then that I felt the first tremor of what was promising to be the beginning of a truly mind blowing orgasm. I knew my body well… Knew how it would respond to him…and reveled in that knowledge.

With him inside of me, I bore down on him, until he could enter me no further. I squeezed him with my kegel muscles, and heard his gasp of surprise.

“What the fuck was that?” He asked, clearly impressed with the strength of the muscles in my vagina.

“My kegels.” I replied, “Now shut up, and let me fuck you.”

Still squeezing him, I slid my pelvis forward, ever slowly, and then back, even slower, enjoying how he filled me so completely, enjoying the feeling of having him deep inside me. It was heaven, pure heaven…

The animal in me wanted a little bit of Hell, a little bit of sin. Mine was a molten, angry hunger…an itch that needed to be scratched the only way I knew how.

And so, I grabbed his shoulders, and ripped my pelvis forward, and then back, and felt him stiffen in response. I was going to ride him hard, and ride him quick, until either he came, or I did ­ I was now beyond caring. Like a madwoman I rode him, I rode him with hatred of his cocky nature, I rode him with a newfound lust for life. I rode him with anger, and with appreciation, with angst, and with growing satisfaction…

His erection remained hard and true within me, caressing my inner walls with such sweet and savage intimacy, I soon felt a need to cry out, and did. As the stirrings of my orgasm ripped through me, I cried out “Bastard, you fucking bastard,” and slapped his chest with renewed passion. He answered my cries with one of his own, and it was then that I came, with all the force of a hurricane, I arrived at my final destination, and felt a foreign spasm within me, the spasm that was his own release…

As my mind slowly collected itself from the brink of madness, my body shuddered again: aftershocks from my orgasm…Rejecting him in my ecstatic mind, I climbed off of him, and pulled my skirt back down. I was finished with him, for the most part.

I went to the coffee pot on the table in the corner, on wobbly legs, and smiled into the Coffee Mate. “I’m going to make some coffee. Would you like some, Tommy?”

“Uhm…sure.” he said unsteadily. I heard the bed creak beneath him, as he moved into a sitting position. “Can you…uh…un-cuff me now? I have to get rid of the rubber.”

“Right.” With a sigh, I turned around, and walked to the bag of tricks that rested near the bed. Withdrawing the handcuff key, I released him: one hand, and then the other. He rubbed his wrists, and looked up at me with boyish innocence.

“You know, no one’s ever treated me like that…and I really…I don’t know. I mean, it was weird, but I kind of liked it.” He looked up at me with his big blue eyes. “Can we do it again?”

I had meant to break him. I hadn’t expected him to like it…

Like I said, I didn’t mean to corrupt him – it just sort of …happened.

The End

The Adventure

She dressed carefully that morning…choosing a short dress… low scoop neckline…buttons all the way down the front…the first three undone…showing a hint of her cleavage and the swell of her full breasts…the bottom two also left undone… the lace on the top of her black stockings peeking out as her heels clicked on the sidewalk…hips swaying with a confident air of sexuality as she walked to the sidewalk cafe…

A cool breeze in the air hardening her nipples…long silky hair flowing freely on the week end…her perfume light and fresh…feeling heads turns as she walked down the street…a smile crossing her lips…knowing she had created the desired effect.

Her step quickening a bit now…searching thru the crowd for him…knowing full well her outward appearance gave no indication that she was a submissive…coming here to meet her Master…a rendevous she had planned for the two of them…

Feeling his presence more than seeing him now…almost being able to close her eyes and walk right towards him…so connected was she to him…her heart still skipping a beat each time she saw him…eyes devouring him as she walked towards him … cool and confidant…the perfect specimen of a black man … impeccably dressed even on the week end…his large shoulders bulging from his shirt open at the collar…smooth ebony skin glowing softly in the sunlight…strong thighs straining against his pressed and creased jeans…the bulge in his crotch more than noticeable…a small shiver going thru her …reaching the table and pulling out a chair…sitting next to him…her hand automatically slipping between his thighs… fingertips brushing up against his balls and kissing him hello … her eyes shining with devotion for this man who had become her very reason for breathing…for getting up each day…

Her breath catching as he leans over and gently nibbles on her neck…his scent flooding thru her…filling her with instant desire…his breath hot against her ear as his tongue quickly dips in and he whispers…”Hello baby, it’s so good to see my little slut…now you know what to do baby”…

Quickly she slips under the table…knowing she’ll never be noticed in the throngs of people…stooping so she doesn’t snag her nylons…her hands running up and down his thighs…long manicured nail running the length of his cock…and then quickly unbuttoning his pants…already his taste filling her even before his cock is in her mouth…

Reaching inside and pulling his cock out…her soft white hand wrapping around his black massive cock…moaning softly as she squeezes the head…then leaning forward…her soft tongue flicking under the head…then dragging the flat part over his most sensitive spot…her tongue curling and dipping into the slit on top…licking out the first drops of pre cum… feeling him jerk a little and then being totally amazed as he orders for them both as her mouth opens over his massive head… her lips pressed tight to the rim as she sucks softly…hot tongue swirling around the head as her hand still strokes… then opening her throat all the way and sliding his cock deep into her throat…watching his hands clench as he finishes the order and grinning to herself…her mouth feverishly working up and down his cock…moaning into him…the reverberations going straight thru him…and then cupping his balls and squeezing…her mouth working in a tight little circle on the head…the only indicators of his pleasure is the shifting in his seat…the tiny little unsteadiness in his voice that only she would notice as he finishes the order…and then plunging him deep into her throat again…her mouth ravishing him… assaulting him…sucking his cock harder and faster…the crowd milling around them only exciting her more…egging her on to try and make him blow his cool…but knowing she never will…

His hands finally reaching under the table ..strong fingers entwining in her hair as he thrusts up into her…fucking her mouth…his thrusts harder and deeper…cheeks puffing out from his massive cock as she sucks and licks hungrily…her teeth grazing over the swollen vein as her mouth moves up and down the length…

finally feeling the twitch in her mouth…signaling that he is close…taking him deep into her hot wet mouth over and over again…long slow strokes until finally his cum bursts into her mouth…knowing she must swallow it all…not a drop on his or her clothing as they have a big day planned…her mouth all the way down to the base of his cock as he erupts in her mouth … sucking all his sweet cum deep into her throat…not a drop falling on him or her…

cleaning him up before tucking his cock back into his pants and zipping him up…slipping out from under the table and taking her place next to him…leaning over to kiss him tenderly… his taste still in her mouth…her heart soaring as he tenderly whispers…oh my little angel slut…that was wonderful… his hand reaching out and straightening her hair…her cheeks still flushed as the waiter brings their order…smiling over at him…a teasing little flash in her eyes…

They chatted idly while eating their breakfast…with her occasionally feeding him pieces of fruit ..pressing each bite sized chunk to his lips…her finger tracing over his lips… then popping one into her mouth…sucking the sweet juices from each bite…reminding him of how she had just sucked the juices from his large black cock…feeling the stirrings in his groin once again…his mind drifting to how lucky he was to have such a totally devoted submissive…

As if on cue a stretch white limo pulled to the curb…seeing the curious look on his face as she reached for his hand and pulled him to his feet…placing his hand behind his back… her fingers entwining in his as she walked behind him…nudging him towards the waiting car…

Settling in next to him in the back of the limo…her soft gaze drifting up to him and then softly kissing his lips… stretching over him…pert breasts grazing against his arm as she reaches for the silver champagne bucket and two crystal champagne flutes…fingertips brushing against his as she hands him the bottle…his strong fingers popping the cork…bending down and licking the foam from his hands as it spills over on him … her soft tongue flicking thru his fingers…cleaning every bit of the sweet champagne from him…then lifting the two glasses to him…watching as he fills the glistening crystal flutes with the bubbling clear liquid…eyes smiling at him… pleased with herself for the adventure she has planned for them … pleased even further that all of this is a total surprise to him…a small feat in itself…clinking their glasses together…whispering softly…”to our adventure Master”…

Glancing over at him and almost breaking out into hysterical laughter as she watches him trying to remain calm…one of the few times in the many months that they have been together where he was not totally in control of the situation…stretching out her long legs in the back of the limo…marveling at how this all came together for her…the timing perfect on her part… thankful for her friends in high places when she called her best friend…a female CEO of a large company and asked if she could borrow the corporate jet for a day…a favor she had never dared to ask before…but wanting something special for her Master this day…re tracing everything in her mind…how she had went to his house when he wasn’t there and gathered the things he would need for their trip…a change of clothes… tennis shoes…his toiletries and anything else she could think of that he might need or want…packing the “toys” in a separate small suitcase and then going to the small private airstrip and placing their belongings on the jet the night before…

Watching the amused look on his face as the limo pulled into the airfield…all the arrangements falling into place like clockwork…the pilot already on board with the engines whirring…the craft ready to take off at a moments notice… waiting for the driver to come around and open the door…she getting out first…reaching for his hand and stretching up on tip toes to kiss him…breath hot against his ear as she whispers…”surprised baby?”…then laughing softly as she leads him to the waiting jet…the soft sounds of jazz filling the cabin as she kneels down and buckles him in…then herself … squeezing his hand tightly as the plane takes off down the runway…him still not knowing what their destination is… the delicious feeling of anticipation running thru her as he leans over and whispers…”you’ve really outdone yourself my slut”…

the lights coming on indicating they are safely airborne… first unbuckling him and then herself…hips swaying softly as she once again takes him by the hand and leads him to a small private room…a huge bed in the center of the room…barely room for anything else…motioning him to sit on the bed as she stands in front of him…the soft strains of the music floating thru the speakers hidden in the paneling as her hips slowly begin swaying back and forth…arching one leg in front of her… the dress parting at the bottom two buttons…a delighted smile crossing his lips as he sees she is wearing no panties… leaning back on his elbows…his eyes riveted to her as her hands travel smoothly over her sides…lifting the dress with each little upward motion…thrusting slender hips forward and slowly unbuttoning each button…her slim shapely body revealed to him…wearing only her heels and the black stockings as the dress hangs open from her shoulders…turning around slowly… her hands reaching behind her and pulling the dress over her round firm ass…swaying back and forth and then side to side in time with the soft music…looking over her shoulder as she slides one finger into her wet slit…her sweet scent drifting to him as she grabs her right ass cheek and squeezes…then giving it a playful slap before turning around again to face him…

Soft hazel eyes drifting over him…lingering at the bulge in his jeans…licking her soft lips and cupping her breasts… thumbs grazing over the tips of her nipples and then her hands caressing the smooth flesh of her belly…one hand sliding down to her burning heat and cupping it…her thumb and forefinger grasping her tingling clit and stretching it out to him… whimpering softly as her need for him fills her totally…hands trembling as she kicks off the black heels and slides the hose off of her shapely legs…hips undulating with the beat as she walks towards him…dragging the silk sheer hose under his nose and then tossing it to the side…her hands sliding down his body as she kneels in front of him…palms grazing over his nipples…breath hot against his balls as she takes off his shirt and then slides the zipper down on his jeans with her teeth … slooowly…tooth by tooth…and then tugging his pants off of him…knowing he never wears underwear on the weekends … her breath catching as his hard cock springs forward… looking up into his eyes for a moment and then sucking each side of his sac into her mouth…her hand sliding up and down his cock…squeezing it softly and then harder…moaning into his balls…her tongue dragging over the length and flicking right under the head…then straddling him on the bed…slender thighs pressed tight against him…her pussy hot ..wet…and aching for his cock…leaning over…kissing him passionately … her soft tongue darting into his mouth…sucking in his taste…then breaking the kiss…her tongue sliding down the side of his neck…nipping and biting…her hand still stroking on his rock hard cock…looking deep into his eyes before rising from him…turning around…her ass facing him as her legs entwine around his…his large hands running down her back…sending chills thru her as she positions herself over his cock…moaning softly as his hands reach around to grab her breasts…his fingers pinching and tugging on the nipples as she slowly slides her hot pussy down his cock… stretching her tight little cunt as his his huge black cock fills her…her ass rolling on his stomach as she begins to rock slowly on him…holding onto his thighs as she begins short fast little strokes on his cock…her titties bouncing up and down as his hands move to her hips…moaning softly …whispering…oh gawd yes baby…mmmmmm…so fucking good … damn…that cock is good…her pussy making all kinds of squishing sounds with each thrust of his cock…and then suddenly his hands gripping her hips tighter…his thrusts deep and hard into her…screaming out to him with each lunge into her…muscles loosening and tightening around his shaft… feeling the throbbing of his shaft deep inside of her…hot wet pussy juices running down his cock and trickling over his balls … her breath catching as his hand lands solidly on her ass… the searing burning pain running thru her body…then the warmth and the pleasure…his fingers immediately reaching for her clit and rubbing in small little circles as he thrusts on final time…both of them screaming each others names as they cum at the same instant…her legs shaking as she rises and collapses on him…his strong black arms wrapping around her and holding her close…their hearts beating as one…breath ragged as she softly whispers…”welcome to the mile high club Master”…

It always amazed her how quiet the engines were on these corporate jets…the flight so smooth and without event… other than the events being played out in the cabin by the two lovers…

She felt so safe and secure in his arms…the world so far away from both of them as they dozed off in the tub…wishing they could have more times together like this as her mind drifted off … then suddenly the voice of the pilot breaking thru the calm … reminding her that they were not truly alone…”15 minutes till landing you two” … he said with almost a chuckle in his voice…making her wonder if he knew of the events that had taken place back here…

Kissing his lips tenderly to wake him from his restful nap… then stepping out of the tub…her sleek body glistening from the oils still as she quickly dried herself off…reaching for a huge oversized bathsheet and wrapping it around him as he stepped out of the tub…fingers working into each muscle as she dried him off slowly…not missing an inch of his beautiful dark skin…a soft smile spreading across her face…thinking how lucky she is to have such a man in her life…smiling at him as she hands him a change of clothing as she quickly dresses herself…both in white loose fitting pants…she wearing a hot pink tank top with no bra…and him a red form fitting sleeveless top…showing off his muscular chest…his arms bulging out…his stomach smooth and rippled even under the shirt…her eyes drifting over him…thinking once again what a perfect specimen of a man he was…laughing softly to herself as she realizes he still doesn’t know where they are…then taking him by the hand as they walk out into the bright Georgia sunshine…another limo waiting for them to take them to their final destination…Stone Mountain Park…glancing over at the pilot and telling him they would be back in the wee hours of the morning before the limo sped off into the onslaught of Atlanta traffic…finding a lane and heading towards Highway 78..the first stop the City of Stone Mountain itself…where they ate a leisurely lunch and then did some shopping in the quaint arts and crafts stores…finally returning to the limo and heading for the park itself…her heart beating faster… wondering if she can top what she has done so far…

Their room ready and waiting for them at the Stone Mountain Inn …but knowing they would not spend much time there this day… just a place to keep their belongings and maybe rest up if they had the time…grabbing a blanket…the small bag with the “toys” in it…and ordering a picnic basket from room service before heading out for the rest of the afternoon and evening… smiling up at him as she kisses him softly…come on baby… the adventure begins…

The rest of the day spent hand in hand…exploring the park… paddling on the lake in the paddle boats they rented…visiting the museum…laughing and chatting as lovers do…and then heading over to the mountain…the towering monolith of granite with the carvings of Confederate President Jefferson Davis and Generals Robert E. Lee and Thomas J. “Stonewall” Jackson… towering over the gathering crowd spreading out their lawn chairs and blankets waiting for the nightly lazer show…the show breathtaking as always…feeding him a light snack as the show is on…not wanting anything heavy in his stomach…and then gathering up their things and catching the last skylift to the top of the mountain…turning to him and smiling wickedly as she leads him to her favorite spot on top of the mountain…the bright lights of Atlanta twinkling off in the distance…the air so fresh and cool up here…spreading out the blanket in a grassy little patch…whispering for him to be very quiet as they have to get past the final check for visitors on the mountain before it closes…covering her mouth and stifling soft laughter as the guard passes them unseen…

The lights dimming on top of the mountain…the air calm and still…the sweet scent of honeysuckle drifting thru the night air…a million stars clearly visible overhead…Her gaze locking into his as she hands him the small satchel…spreading out the blanket in the energy “vortex” she had discovered long ago on the mountain top…a feeling of surreal ness about the night to come as she lights candles and places them in a circle around the blanket…rising quietly and slipping off the white pants…tossing them out of the circle and floating to kneel at his feet…her creamy thighs spreading wide for his pleasure … back straight with breasts thrust out to him in offering… her sex glistening in the soft candlelight as she spreads her thighs so far apart they ache…resting her palms up on slender thighs and then leaning forward to place a soft kiss of devotion to each his feet…looking up at him…whispering softly… i am here to serve you Master…

His eyes caressing every inch of her…a look of tenderness on his handsome face as the realization of all the preparation she has made leading up to this one event…watching the subtle transformation on her face and in her body as she relinquishes all power to him…noting the slight tremble in her hands and her breathing becoming more rapid…the instinctive lowering of her eyes as she realizes that she is now just his slave…his submissive…his slut…kneeling in front of him with such grace and beauty…to be used as he pleases…his breath almost catching as she lifts her soft hazel eyes to him… revealing all that is in her heart and soul…

Feeling his powerful presence behind her…her heart racing at the nearness of him…his large strong hand suddenly entwining in her hair…pulling her head back…her long elegant throat totally exposed to him…stooping down behind her and gently nuzzling into her neck…instinctively she leans back into him … his voice soft and reassuring…you are an amazing woman my little whore…then his mouth covering her ear…the tip of his tongue darting deep inside the crevice…his teeth tugging at the soft lobe roughly…turning her around to face him… his eyes devouring her…undress me whore…

Her fingers trembling as she unbuttons his pants and slides the zipper down…tugging the pants from his hips and then lifting each foot carefully…tossing the pants next to hers and then lifting the shirt over his head…her eyes devouring him…a soft little moan as his cock springs inches from her mouth… then his hands lifting her top from her…commanding her to lift her arms and leave them there as he slides the top off of her…her full pert breasts revealed to him…aching for his touch…

Hearing him walk away and listening intently…a smile crossing her lips as she hears him rummaging in the satchel…her heart beating so loudly she wonders how he can help from hearing it as he walks back to her…his hands caressing the side of her cheeks…tilting her head a bit and leaning into his touch and then the blindfold slipped into place…the unmistakable feel of the silk rope binding her wrists and then him lowering her arms…his footsteps soft…almost unable to be heard as he walks to the front of her again…lifting her face to him even though she can’t see him…and then the slap…slap…slap of his cock against her cheeks and over her lips…tongue reaching out automatically…but only swiping at the air… his soft chuckle searing thru her as he continues to slap his massive cock over the blindfold…across her nose ..and then on the sides of her neck…finally pressing it against her lips and running it slowly over them…nudging her lips open with his cockhead…a soft little moan escaping from her…and then the dismay as he pulls away from her again…her throat constricting…his scent filling her senses as she feels him walking around her again…then his presence as his cock begins its pounding on her back…across her ass cheeks…pressing it against her tight little star for a moment…his hands never leaving contact with her as he moves to the front of her again … pressing the head against her tight little cunt…and then the slap slap slap of his cock over her breasts and down her stomach…pulling her head roughly back as he gruffly whispers …this body belongs to me slut…do you understand that… nodding in response…his fingers tightening their grip ..stay here slut…i’ll be right back…




Trembling…a flash of adrenalin running thru her…hearing him step out of the circle and lean against a tree…lighting a cigarette…the smell of the smoke wafting towards her…and then the unmistakable sound of his hand sliding up and down his cock…his eyes penetrating thru her…moaning softly as she hears him stroking…his voice taunting and teasing…oh my little slut whore…you can never get enough of this cock can you baby? … shaking my head no…whispering…no Master…then hearing him walk back towards her again…grabbing her head roughly and parting her lips with his now hard cock…ramming it down her throat and holding her head there…her nose pressed to his skin as she gasps for air…then the rhythmic thrusting of his cock in and out of her throat…taking a breath and pressing her lips tighter to his shaft…his hands guiding the pace as he fucks her mouth violently…each thrust into her throat long and deep … until finally his cock explodes with his hot white cum… pulling it out of her mouth and covering her face with the hot load…pulling back her head roughly and whispering…that’s one hole slut…

Her body visibly shaking at his roughness…then feeling his legs spread out around her as he sits in front of her…the rustle of him rummaging in the bag once again…the hot sticky cum drying on her face…his scent invading every cell of her body…

Silence between them…only his legs caressing hers and then suddenly his hands softly cupping her breasts…her head rolling back as a small little whimper escapes from her…his thumbs grazing over the hard little tips…and then his breath warm against her…his mouth engulfing each breast deep into his mouth…teeth grasping the nipples and tugging and pulling on them…then the cold metal of the nipple clamps… screaming out as he tightens them on her…his tongue dancing over the tips of each nipple as he attaches the chain…then tugging on it…gently at first…then harder and harder… for what seems like hours…the pain ripping thru her body…

His movements getting quieter and quieter as he realizes she is now in tune with his body…a sharp intake of breath as she feels the unexpected blow of the crop on her ass…screaming out to him…tears slipping out from underneath the blindfold as his hands tenderly sooth her stinging ass…and then another sharp strike…each strike followed by his soothing comforting hands…whispering soft words in her ear…how proud he is of her for controlling her body for him…his breath warm against her cheek as he softly kisses her…and then softly pushing her back onto the blanket…his hands reassuring and tender as he explores every inch of what is his…softly kissing along her stomach…watching as the goosebumps rise and trail along her creamy skin…his cock coming back to life slowly…the urge to take her again filling him to his very soul…but knowing he must never let her know that…

Spreading her legs wider…his fingertips slowly caressing the inside of her thighs…this body that he owns totally… unequivocally…and that he never tires of…reaching up and lifting the blindfold off of her…his gaze deep and penetrating as he searches her eyes…not a word having to be said between them at this moment…their souls communicating on this wondrous star filled night…

Reaching out her hand to him and caressing his cheek tenderly… her touch electrifying him…turning his head and kissing the palm of her hand before spreading her pussy lips wide…hot juices flowing freely from her aching throbbing cunt…a smile turning up on his lips as he slowly slips one finger into her tight little cunt…muscles clenching around it immediately as she raises her hips to him…eyes still locked together as she whimpers softly…then sliding another finger in her aching walls…slowly thrusting them in and out as he leans forward … his tongue dancing over her hard little clit…and then another finger filling her…arching up into his hand and rocking slowly…her hot juices flowing down on his dark skin … and then his teeth grasping her clit and tugging on it softly … screaming out to him and rolling her head from side to side … knowing she has not been given permission to cum… wondering how much more she can take when suddenly he pulls on the chain again…another bolt of pain flashing thru her… her body trembling…wrapping her arms around him and drawing on his strength now…his voice calm and reassuring…yes my little slut…hold on to me…hold on to me tight…then driving his cock fully into her…ripping her wide… stretching her walls to the point of pain as she once again screams out his name…her nails digging into his back as he fucks her long hard and deep…his finger occasionally tugging at the chain on her tits…lifting her legs high above her and pounding his massive black cock into her…taking her… claiming her…possessing her totally as once again his shaft explodes with a thick stream of hot cum…pulling his cock from her tight wet pussy and spraying it over her tits and stomach… looking down into her eyes…that’s two holes my beautiful slave…

Shivering as she hears his words…watching as he leans back and rests…her whole body aching for release…and then suddenly he’s standing behind her…untying her wrists and rubbing the skin where the bindings have bitten into her skin… leaning back against him…her hand reaching behind his neck and pulling him closer to her…whispering and thanking him for using her…his kisses soft against her neck and shoulders…

Moving around to the front of her again…her face, tits, and belly covered with his cum…his voice soft as he tells her how beautiful she is covered in his cum…but reminding her that there is one more hole he has to take this night…her body shivering…suddenly his finger slipping behind the chain again … pulling her to her feet by the chain…her nipples tugged and stretched farther than ever before…biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming out as he walks her out of the circle… placing her hands against a large tree trunk and then binding them to it…gently kicking her legs out and apart…his massive frame bending over her…whispering into her ear… ready my slut?

Her head silently nodding at his question…and then his hands gripping her hips tightly…almost bruising her with the ferocity of the grip…sliding his already hard again cock along the crack of her tight little ass…her legs trembling in anticipation as he presses the massive head against her tight little rosebud…one hand sliding around her waist and reaching for the chain…tugging at it hard as his cock drives deep into her ass…her world spinning…almost passing out from the pain…and then his voice warm and reassuring in her ear… bringing her back to him…his hand sliding down to her hard little clit and rubbing in small circles in rhythm with his cock … small little grunts and groans escaping from her as he drives deeper and deeper into her…taking her to heights she had only dreamed of until this moment…tears streaming down her cheeks … her surrender to him complete after all these months… muscles tightening around his cock as he fucks her unmercifully … wondering how her legs have held her up for this long as she feels a hard slap on her ass and the command to cum…screaming out to him…her body spasming violently…hot gushes of cum pouring over his cock before he pulls it out of her ass and sprays this load all over her back and thighs…releasing her arms from the tree and pulling her down with him…her body totally covered with his cum…every part of her used in some way or another by this powerful man that she belongs to… clinging to him tightly…and then slithering down his body to clean his cock…the sun beginning to peak from the mountaintop … both of them exhausted and drained as they dress and catch the first skylift down the mountain…returning to the hotel and gathering up their belongings…dashing to the limo and to the airport…the plane once again ready and waiting as they step inside…falling asleep in each others arms on the flight home…the wonder of the mountain lingering in their minds…

– The End

Miss Sadie’s Slave Farm 3

Mistress Sadie lounged in a hot tub after butt fucking her slave and listened to the sound of swishing whips as the slaves scrubbed the floors under the watchful eye of Miss Whip and Miss Lash. “Music to my ears,” she mused as she sponged her sex off roughly thinking about how she would punish the slaves later. Then she turned on her XX rated video “Pony Boys” and watched it while eating lunch. When done, she got out her multi-speed vibrator, lay back in her chair with her knees drawn up over the arms, smeared astroglide on the vibrator and slid it up her cunt, increasing the speed whenever one of the Pony Boys got whipped until she climaxed.

“Who needs men anyhow,” she mused before she dozed off for her nap.

A little while later she planned her wardrobe for the daily inspection routine. She wore her black leather riding pants, shiny black Spanish riding school tall boots with swagger tabs, a black leather bras, black leather riding gloves, stuck a riding crop down inside her right boot and selected her best dressage whip from the whip rack. Thus attired, she strapped spurs on her boots and clanked downstairs where she took a tour of the slave-scrubbed house with Miss Boots.

“Look at that!” she exclaimed. “Right there by the front door. See those boot marks? Put that down in your little black book. I shall have them punished for that, all right.”

After touring the house, they proceeded down to the stables where Miss Whip and Miss Lash had the naked slaves lined up for her daily inspection.

“Eyes front! Hands behind your back. Pelvis out. Legs spread!” ordered miss Whip as the Mistress approached.

Miss Sadie picked up a long -handled ladle with a sort of half cup on the end and took her time inspecting the slaves as she stopped to tickle (!) their cock and balls with her whip lash before rubbing her gloved hand over his butt to check for whip marks and/or welts. She was humming a little tune as she went down the row of slaves, looping the wrist loop on her crop around a slave’s ball sack and tugging on it while placing the ladle’s cup up under his balls and lifting them up while Miss Whip and Miss Lash patrolled the line up with their heavy floggers quick to punish a sound or movement from the slaves. When she found a slave’s butt red with multiple welts she asked what he had done to deserve the punishment.

“He knocked over his pail and spilled the soapy water all over your floor,” said Miss Whip.

“Oh, he must be clumsy,” said the Mistress. “He needs touching up, don’t you think?”

“Yes Ma’am,” answered Miss boots with a grin as she fingered the knotted tresses of her cat’o’nine tails whip.

“Hitch him to the training cart then and I’ll put him through his paces,” said Miss Sadie as she slapped her riding whip against the offending slaves already red-streaked butt..

While the overseers harnessed the guilty slave and secured his wrists to the training cart, Miss Sadie stood in front of the gang of slaves and had Miss Boots read the account of dirt spots they found.

“You will each get 15 lashes for messy work. Stretch them out over that bale of straw Miss Lash and lay on with a will.”

“Yes Ma’am” grinned Miss Lash shaking the knotted strands of her cat’o’nine tails whip at the trembling slaves.

As soon as the offending slave was locked between the shafts of her buggy, Miss Sadie got in the drivers seat, gathered the reins in her left hand and picked up the buggy whip from the whip socket on the dash and snaked it across the slave’s back.

“Giddy-ap, slave!” she shouted as she applied the whip to his naked back

Then ,just as suddenly, she yanked and sawed on the reins yelling “WHOA!”

Pony Boy was jerked backward to a sliding stop by the pain of the cruel steel bit that crushed his mouth and almost stumbled as Mistress hit him a cruel blow with her whip.

“Clumsy slave,” she said. “Get up there.”

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, went the whip as she made him run around the arena. With his wrist cuffs locked to the shafts that way, he found it very difficult to run, a fact that the Mistress took advantage of by whipping him first with a forehand swipe and then a backhanded one so that his back was streaked with livid red welts when she sawed him to a stop.

“BACK!” she yelled, yanking on the reins and cracking her buggy whip across his shoulders. “BACK!”

As soon as he had backed a few steps, she shook the reins and whipped him up again “Get up there!” she shouted while whipping hard and pulling on the left rein as he ran around the arena. Then she repeated the exercise in the opposite direction till the slave was covered with sweat and whip marks and stumbled.

At this point, Miss Sadie replaced the buggy whip in its whip socket, tied the reins around a cleat on the dashboard, got down from the cart, pulled a riding crop from her right boot and proceeded to flog the fallen slave’s butt with well placed blows. When finished flogging the poor unfortunate slave, she kicked him in the ass and told the attendants to “Stretch him over a bale of straw and give him 25 lashes.”

Then she called for her horse to be saddled, mounted up and whipped him out the gate. The sun had come out and shone brightly on her polished boots and silver spurs as she galloped over her ancestral fields, threw her had back and laughed and laughed and laughed. She vowed to get them out in the fields in the morning and pull the heavy gang plow through the wet sod under her drivers’ lash.

Men are such slobs, she thought as she tried to decide which of her sex starved slaves to take to bed that night.

“I think I’ll take #19” she mused. “His cock twitched when I tickled it with my whip lash, his balls seemed heavy in my scrotum cup and I liked the way he reacted when I tugged at his balls with my crop’s wrist loop. I think he’s a true submissive. He’ll get his chance to prove it tonight or I’ll beat it out of him!

Then she put spurs to her horse and galloped off into the sunset, her blond hair streaming behind her in the wind.

The End

Miss Sadie’s Slave Farm 2

One morning Dave awoke to the sound or raindrops on the roof of the attic dormitory where Miss Sadie’s slaves slept, chained to their bunks with cock cages locked in place so they couldn’t masturbate. Wondering if Mistress would make them pull the heavy plow in the muddy field, he heard the PA system click on and a harsh voice announced ,”Drop your cocks and grab your socks. Rainy day routine, Butt-out pants required.”

As soon as the speaker clicked off, the door opened and Miss Whip, dressed in a black PVC cat suit and thigh high black leather boots, switched on the lights with the handle of her flogger while Miss Lash went down the center isle and unlocked the chains that held their wrists and ankles. Once freed of their chattels, she unlocked each slaves cock cage, gave his prick a swat with her cock whip “to wake them up” she said and sent them out the door where Miss Whip lashed their butts with her flogger.

“Hurry up, you slobs. Get a move on.” she said wielding her heavy flogger so that each slave got a taste of what was going to come on that rainy day. SWISH WHACK SMACK.

“Into the shower and be quick about it.”

After the required cold shower where Miss Boots patrolled whip in hand wearing her black rubber raincoat and boots, the slaves pulled on their butt-out pants and went to breakfast under the watchful eye of Cookie who ruled supreme in the kitchen where doggie bowls filled with oatmeal were placed along the wall.

“Hands behind your back now!” she said. “And don’t you dare spill any or I shall reward you with ten lashes.”

So saying, she gave each slave a whack with her heavy whip as they bent over their oatmeal bowls.

“Muster in the main foyer at 8:30.” boomed the Mistress’ voice over the speaker as Miss Boots entered.

“Put your bowl in the dishwasher and get out,” ordered Miss Boots as she swung her heavy black rubber whip at their bare butts. “Hurry up. Don’t be late or Mistress will punish you but good.”

After a hasty trip to the open-door toilets where the booted and spurred slave drivers patrolled whips in hand, Dave received another swat to his rear along with the terse command “Go wash your hands, slave.” Then he joined the other slaves for their morning line up in the main foyer of Mistress Sadie’s mansion.

“Eyes front! Pelvis forward! Legs spread! Hands clasped behind your backs! “barked Miss Whip as Miss Lash pranced back and forth behind the assembled slaves slashing at their backs with her cat’o’nine tails whip whenever they relaxed their position.

While standing at attention, Dave gazed out at the rain falling steadily on the driveway and waited for Mistress Sadie to appear for her morning tour of inspection. After what seemed at least an hour, the slaves heard her spurred boots clanking down the stairs as Miss Sadie appeared in her riding habit, complete with black leather breeches, black rubber boots, red riding slicker and black hunt cap. He noted that she was holding a long black rubber riding whip in her gloved right hand too.

“There will be no field work today,” she announced slapping her heavy whip against her high boots. “You will scrub the floors of my mansion on all fours under the strict supervision of Miss Whip and Miss Lash while I take my morning ride. I shall inspect every nook and cranny of this old house when I return and if I find any dirt or dust, you will be punished.”

Then she turned to Miss Whip and said ,” Show them where the brushes, pails and knee pads are. Attach spreader bars to their ankle cuffs and heavy chains to their wrist cuffs. Make sure they wear their knee pads, keep the brushes in their fucking mouths and hold their butts up high so they make good targets for your whips. See that they do a good job.” she added with a grin as she flicked her riding whip against her boots with a resounding smack.

“Yes, Ma’am,” murmured Miss Whip and Miss Lash as they cracked their whips and grinned widely, their white teeth shining brightly between their red lips. “Can we use those new dog whips you got for us?”

“Yes, you certainly may,” answered Miss Sadie with a grin, “that’s what I had them made for.”

“We’ll see that they work their butts off,” giggled Miss Boots as she directed the slaves to the broom closet under the staircase where the spreader bars, chains, pails, brushes and three foot long heavy, braided leather twin-lashed doggie whips were stored in neat rows. “Turn to!” shouted Miss Whip as she and Miss Lash drove the slaves to the broom closet while Mistress Sadie strode out the front door, smacking her whip against her boots and humming a little tune as she went on down to the stables.

As soon as the spreader bars and chains had been locked in place on the slaves ankles and wrists respectively, Miss Whip drove them down the hall to the Library where Miss Lash presided, whip in hand. Miss Boots drove another coffle to the dining room, pantry and kitchen where they began to scrub the floors with the brushes in their mouths. For a while, nothing was heard but the swish of the whips and falling of raindrops as the slaves bent diligently to their task of cleaning the floors of Mistress Sadie’s mansion.. Later they were driven to the lavatory, past the NO MASTURBATING signs and allowed 3 minutes to stand up and piss in the urinals before getting down on their knees again to scrub the bathroom floor and toilet bowls, Miss Whip’s and Miss Lash’s whips ensured that the latter were scrubbed clean when they pushed the slaves head down into the toilet bowl so he had to clean it with his mouth held brush while Miss Boots whipped their upturned ass with her heavy whip.

“Hurry up!”, she admonished, “Mistress will be back early today because of the rain.” WHACK WHACK

Just then they heard the front door open as Mistress came stomping in, dripping wet. Her boots were covered with a mixture of mud and manure so that she left muddy footprints all over the newly scrubbed floor as she made a tour of inspection with Miss Boots taking notes in each room they passed. She finished her inspection in the lavatory where she inspected the toilets and dished out punishment to the slaves already very red buttocks with her wet rubber riding whip. SPLAT…WHACK…SMACK.

After inspecting the toilets, Mistress Sadie seated herself on the overseer’s chair set on a raised dais in the middle of the room and, pointing at me with her whip, said “Come here, slave, and pull off my muddy boots,” When I rose and began walking toward her, I was knocked down to my knees by Miss Whips heavy flogger “Crawl, slave!” she said “And don’t you forget again.” SMACK.

I crawled up to Mistress’ booted feet and tried to pull off her mud- encrusted boots but they wouldn’t budge even though she kept up a steady tattoo on my naked back with her riding whip.

“Take my spurs off first, dum dum,” she said pointing down to them with the tip of her long lashed whip.

After struggling with the straps of her large rowelled spurs, I redoubled my efforts to pull her boots off without success. “Turn around and pull them through your legs,” she ordered, emphasizing her commands with numerous whip lashes as I turned around, thus exposing my bottom through the seat of my cut out pants.

“Now pull,” she said, goosing me hard with her other boot as I grasped it between my legs and pulled on it for all I was worth. The boot was still covered with a slimy mixture of mud and manure that made my hands slip so I couldn’t get a good grip on it. Just then, she placed her other boot on my butt and pushed hard. The boot came off and I went sprawling on the floor where Miss Whip and Miss Lash were waiting with raised whips.

“Get up slave,” they ordered as the beat me with their heavy floggers, “and serve you Mistress properly.”

I scrambled back up the dais, turned around and grabbed her left boot between my legs just in time to get a kick in the in the groin. As I grabbed my crotch in pain, Miss Whip flogged my hands away saying,” Grab her boot and pull it off right now or you will be punished for disobedience.” Numb with pain, I grabbed her left boot and pulled as Mistress planted her right one on my buttocks and pushed hard. As before, the boot came off and I went sprawling on the floor, much to the amusement of Miss Sadie who, I suspected, had planned the whole thing.

“Go up the stairs,” she ordered. “Bring my boots and spurs with you and lick them clean. Use saddle soap on the leather spur straps and polish my boots and spurs. I shall inspect them at 5 o’clock at the stable when we have the daily muster. The rest of you will continue to scrub the floors. Be sure to get all the muddy boot marks off or you will be punished.” Then, turning to Miss Boots she said “Heat up some stew in the microwave and dump it in their dog bowls for lunch. Keep their fetters on and make sure they stay on all fours with their butts upended for your whips. I shall take my repast in the boudoir on a tray. Bring my strap on with you too. Riding in the rain makes me horney.”

“Yes Mistress, I sure will,” said Miss Boots as she leered at the sex starved slaves groveling on all fours before their Mistress. Miss Sadie made me crawl up the stairs ahead of her, slashing my behind with her wicked whip at every step. Encumbered as I was with my spreader bar bound legs, wrist chain and carrying her muddy boots and spurs, I got plenty of lashes before reaching the landing.

When I stopped to catch my breath, she was quick to reward me with heavy lashes she told me to “Get along there, now.” WHACK WHACK WHACK. When I finally got to her boudoir, she made me put the boots down in the corner and then help her take off her wet riding togs. Then she had me fetch a pair of thigh high black patent leather high heeled boots from the closet, help her pull them on and zip them up to the very tip top.

Picking up a riding crop and a dildo harness, she made me kneel and bend over an ottoman that stood in the center of the room, unlocked my wrist chain and had me reach behind myself and spread my ass cheeks for her whip. When Miss Boots arrived with lunch, Mistress Sadie took the dildo from her, fitted it into the hole in her dildo harness and strapped it on tightly. “That will be all for now, Miss Boots,” she said. “Put the tray down on that table and bring me a tube of KY jelly and a penis gag for him.” “Yes, Mistress,” replied Miss Boots as she put the tray down on a little table and fetched the KY jelly and penis gag from the dresser while Miss Sadie stood in front of me and shoved the dildo into my mouth. It was so big I could hardly take it in and had to open my mouth wide.

“Here, slave, suck on this,” she said whacking me with her riding crop She shoved the ersatz phallus in my mouth so far I thought I would choke as she gyrated her hips and shoved it in.

“Suck on it good, you fucking cock sucker,” she said whacking me with her crop again and again.

Soon tiring of this exercise, she pulled it out and inserted the penis gag in my mouth, strapping it on very, very tightly.

“There,” she said, “That ought to keep you quiet.”

So saying, she walked around behind me, smeared KY jelly on my ass and inserted the big dildo into my anus, thrusting with her hips to get it in. “Spread your cheeks more, slave,” she said whacking me with her crop. Bent over as I was like a crouched beast, I had to stretch to get at my ass cheeks as I struggled in my bounds to do her bidding.

Finally, after much thrusting and gyrating and cropping, she got the fearful dildo in and started to fuck me in the ass. She spread her booted legs apart and leaned over to grasp my hair with her gloved hands as she pushed her pelvis forward till it was all the way in. Then she withdrew it almost completely and shoved it back in again so far I thought I had been impaled. It hurt so bad, I started to cry.

“What’s the matter, slave. Can’t you take your punishment” she asked? I tried to respond but the penis gag was so big it completely filled my mouth so all that came out was a sort of gurgle as she kept on thrusting it in and out…in and out…till I thought she would never stop. Finally, she backed off, withdrew the big dildo, unbuckled the harness and tossed them on the floor.

“Take these down to the laundry room with my boots and spurs and clean them thoroughly with warm water and soap,” she ordered. “Then ask Miss Boots to take out that penis gag so you can eat your lunch and go back to scrubbing the floors while I take a little nap to rest up for the afternoon’s inspection, Ha Ha Ha.”

To be continue

Miss Sadie’s Slave Farm 1

When Miss Sadie moved into her family estate she vowed to keep the fields plowed and raise both hay and grain for her horses. Not wishing to work them too hard, she put an ad in the local S/m paper for circumcised young men to stay at her estate free in exchange for manual labor After reviewing dozens of applications, she selected 20 of the most promising and had them bussed out from town to her front gate with blindfolds on. Upon arrival, they were led to the barn where they were divested of their clothes and given leather harnesses equipped with butt plugs to wear along with heavy soled “plow boots” as Mistress called them. Thus attired, they were introduced to Miss Whip and Miss Lash, the two slave drivers, and led to the kitchen where 20 bowls of stew were placed on the floor along the back wall.

“Down on your knees and elbows” barked Miss Whip slapping her crop against her tall black leather boots, “Any one who spills will be rewarded by swats from our whips and made to lick it up. Put your hands behind your backs and lap it up, you fucking bastards. Be quick about it too. we can’t stand around all day watching you slobs.”

Unaccustomed to eating this way, several of the slaves spilled food onto the floor and were rewarded by stinging blows from the overseer’s heavy whips as Mistress De Sade looked on approvingly, applying a few whip cuts of her own with her long black dressage whip, swish, WHACK.

When the ordeal was finally over, the slaves wrist cuffs were shackled to their belts and were driven out to the barn to see the gang plow that they would have to pull in the morning. After being fitted with leather helmets, boot rings were snapped on and steel bits inserted in their mouths with reins pulled back over their shoulders and knotted. Then they were lined up 2-abreast beside the plow Mss Whip explained how their wrist cuffs would be padlocked to the chains attached to cross bars in the 30-ft long wire rope that was strung out on the ground in front of the plow. The slaves were then backed into position in their slots, the chains attached to their wrist cuffs and were driven out to the field with the aid of Miss Whip’s stinging lashes to where plowing would start in the morning.

After being unfastened from the plow chains, Miss Whip and Miss Lash snapped the slaves wrist cuffs to their belts again and marched them double time back to the barn with a barrage of whipping. Unfortunately, one of the slaves stumbled on the rough ground and was gruffly pulled up by the knotted reins hanging down his back. and given a sound thrashing.

“Now you know what those knotted reins are for.” jeered Miss Whip as she directed her lash to the culprits naked back. “If you fall during plowing, we will pull you back up with them and whip your ass.”

After the slaves were unharnessed, they were made to wash their equipment, especially the butt plugs, and pass inspection before being allowed to go to the attic slave dormitory where they were laid out in two rows of ten bunk beds, chains pulled through their ankle and wrist cuff and padlocked for the night.

“Now they can’t masturbate!” giggled Miss Lash as Miss Whip snapped out the light with her whip handle.

The work day at Miss Sadie’s slave ranch started with the crack of a whip as Miss Lash stomped down the isle separating the two rows of bunks whipping the slaves balls with a cock whip when Miss Whip snapped on the light and pulled the chains out to the end of the row.

“In the shower now!” ordered Miss Lash as Miss Whip drove the slaves down the hall to the shower room and turned on the cold water for their mandatory morning bath.

When done, they were driven down to the kitchen where Miss Boots had placed their oatmeal bowls on the floor.

“Down on your knees and elbows, hands behind your backs”, she ordered, emphasizing her commands with loud whacks of her cat’o’nine tails whip on the upturned butts of the shivering slaves.

“There. That ought to warm you up” she said taking a vicious swat at a slave who spilled some oatmeal on the floor. “Lick it up, you sniffling bastard” she added giving him a half dozen lashes before driving them out of the kitchen.

After a short, supervised trip to the toilet room, the slaves put on their boots and were driven out to the barn for harnessing. As before, the leather harnesses equipped with butt plugs were affixed to each slave and their leather helmets, bit rings and steel bits emplaced. Their belts were then cinched up tight, wrist cuffs strapped on and attached to rings on their belts and marched double time out to the plow to the tune of much whip cracking by Miss Whip and Miss Lash. who rode behind them on their horses carrying bull whips.

As soon as they were hitched up, Miss Whip cracked her bull whip across the leading pair of slaves and the ten teams bent to their task of pulling the heavy gang plow through the deep English sod. The work was hard and the slaves sweated under the drivers lash until they reached the end of the row where they were allowed to rest while Miss Lash tried to pour water down their throats from ladle which she refilled from a bucket.

Just then Mistress De Sade rode up on her high horse, pulled him to a halt and slapped her long black riding whip against her thigh high black leather boots.

“What’s going on here” she demanded?” Why aren’t they pulling the plow?” “We stopped to give them a drink of water” responded Miss Whip meekly.

“Well, I didn’t give any orders for that “asserted Miss De Sade. “See that they sweat it out or I’ll have you trussed up and whipped.” “Yes, Mistress De Sade” mumbled Miss Whip and Miss Lash as they cracked their bull whips across the naked slaves backs with a vengeance and turned the plow around for the next furrow.

“That’s better”, said Miss De Sade, “I want to see lots of whip marks on their fucking butts at inspection tonight.”

So saying, she slashed her horse with her whip, drove her huge rowel spurs into his sides and galloped over the hill to visit her girlfriend’s estate hoping that there would be some whipping tasks she would be asked to perform.

The slaves bent to their tasks under the wicked bull whips of the drivers as the sun became ever hotter and sweat streamed down their naked whip-marked backs. They were allowed water occasionally, but due to the restrictive bits in their mouths, much of it dripped out to the amusement of the drivers.

At noon, they were double time marched back to the barn and fed in harness from buckets hung in horse stalls and allowed to urinate before being driven out again for the afternoons work in the fields where the drivers plied their whips with glee.

“Come on there slave. Pull for your Mistress.” WHACK WHACK WHACK Whenever a slave stumbled, Miss Lash would dismount and yank him up by the reins while Miss Whip flogged him from horseback, raising her whip high above her shoulders and bringing it down on the unfortunate slaves sweating, whip marked back.

“Get up there,” she shouted cracking her whip over the slaves’ backs. “Mistress wants this field plowed by sundown.”

When the sun finally slipped down behind the hill, the slaves were unharnessed, driven back to the barn and unharnessed.

“Into the showers now” barked Miss Whip. “Take your butt plugs with you and wash them well with soap and water. Inspection will be at 5:30 sharp and Mistress does not like to be kept waiting.”

The slaves gratefully repaired to the shower room where, under the supervision of Miss Boots who wore hip rubber boots and carried a long black rubber whip.

“No masturbating now” she ordered, smacking her wet rubber whip against her high boots “or I’ll use this whip on your cock.”

At 5:30, the slaves were assembled in the barn along a line of drain holes in the floor, their legs spread, hands behind their backs to await the arrival of Miss De Sade.

“Eyes front” commanded Miss Whip when the Mistress made her appearance at the barn door. She had changed into clean white riding britches, over the knee black leather riding boots equipped with spurs and a thin white shirt that allowed her ample bust to show a very revealing cleavage. She carried a long black dressage whip in her gloved hands and flexed it almost double as she strode down the line of slaves, flicking their cocks and balls as was her whim.

“Now. my slaves, we will have a wanking exercise. When Miss Whip cracks her whip, you will start to masturbate. Aim your disgusting spunk at the drain hole in front of you. If you spill any, I’ll make you like it up while I whip your ass. The first one who cums will serve me tonight, and the last one will be flogged stretched out on that bale of straw” she said pointing with her whip to a straw bale in front of her.

Just then, Miss Whip swung her long black leather bull whip: CRACK! “MASTERBATE NOW! SPANK THE MONKEY. BEAT IT OUT,” ordered Mistress De Sade. Show me how much dirty spunk you naughty slaves have for your Mistress.”

The slaves quickly brought their hands out from their backs and began to stroke their cocks as hard and fast as they could while the Mistress strode back and forth beside them, offering encouragement with her whip lash to their balls and inner thighs while Miss Lash attended to their backsides with a cat’o’nine tails whip.

Suddenly one of the slaves groaned and shot his load, aiming it down towards the drain.

“Aha” sighed Miss De Sade as she attached a leash to his slave collar, “You came first, but you missed the drain, You will be punished. Get down on your elbows and knees, hands behind your back and lick it up while I whip your naughty ass.”

She then took up a position along side of the kneeling slave and began to lash his upturned butt as the others continued to stroke their cocks in time with her whip strokes.

After a while she paused in her efforts to punish the slave and inspected the other slaves to see if they had shot their load into the drain holes. Those that missed were flogged by Miss Whip or Miss Lash as they kneeled to lick up their mess. Reaching the end of the line, she spied a slave still stroking his cock.

“YOU”, she shouted “haven’t cum yet. Take him to the straw bale, stretch him out and give him 25 lashes.” she commanded Miss Lash who obliged with alacrity “Come on you fucking bastard.” she said yanking the poor slave with a leash attached to his collar. “Lean over this bale of straw while I shackle your wrist cuffs to the whipping post.”

So saying, she tied his wrist cuffs together and snugged them up tight to the whipping post in front of him, then attached his ankle cuffs to a pin bolt in the floor behind him and stretched him tightly over the bale of straw. “Make him count the strokes”, ordered Miss De Sade.

“Yes Ma’am” came the brisk reply followed by a loud WHACK sound and a weak “one” emanated from the slaves mouth. WHACK “two” WHACK “three”….

At the count of ten, Mistress De Sade picked up the leash of her cowering slave and led him off for the night as the old barn was filled with whipping sounds.

“Come on, slave” she said yanking on the leash, “let’s see what amusements we can arrange for tonight.”

To be continue

Training a Girl Named Sleen 1

Sleen knelt, caught up in the cruel contraption which was to be the first step of many in her journey of re-education. She had been forced to kneel and her head placed in a collar that angled her face just so. Her lips and face were easily accessible should any man walk past her and find himself drawn to her full lips. Her head, after all, was at the perfect height for a blow job.

Her ankles were crossed and knees splayed wide, helped of course, by the stern wooden slats that forced them apart. Her sex would be visible to anyone who wished to look at her. The most unique part of the training device was how it forced her to display the perfect nadu with one exception. Her arms were drawn back at the elbow and fastened in place with stout cord; elbows only a few inches apart, and her wrists were bound in the traditional fashion, crossed.

She looked like the epitome of submission. A girl bound by her Master’s will and displayed as a piece of property one could take pride in. Her position was made subtly worse, between her legs near her slave heat and anus were small nubbins. Each meticulously positioned at the perfect height. When she was used, they would press up against her and cause sensual stimulation without ever allowing her to go too far. It was an inspired device and cruel with its salacious intent. The only kindness was a padded neck ring and chin rest.

Her first visitor arrived shortly after the first night watch. He was a short stout man. He paused on his way back to his barracks when he saw her. A smile touched his lips as walked into the room where she was displayed.

He didn’t speak to her as he unlaced his breeches and pulled out his flaccid dick. He pushed it against her lips and parted them with the head. She looked up at him pleadingly. Begging with her eyes for him not to do this to her. He only chuckled and shook his head. “You’re a slut. Get used to it. Now, open or I will put a ring in your mouth and keep it forced open. Trust me, you don’t want to be forced girl….”

She pulled her face back as far as it would go and licked her lips before opening them for him. There was no discussion, no cajoling he simply placed his cock in her mouth and commanded her to suck him. “Suckle it slut.” She complied, though her heart was not in it. She sucked as an infant would suck a nipple. No tongue action, no curious motions, just an attempt to draw liquid through his dick and into her mouth as through a straw.

He groaned and pulled back forcing her to lean forward against her padded collar. The flaccid length was growing and he stroked himself a few times to encourage the necessary growth that was needed.

Again the put the head to her lips and parted them, this time, there was no conversation when he forced it into her mouth. The swollen head arched along the roof of her mouth and banged into the back of her throat, gagging her. As she wretched he grinned and withdrew. When she swallowed and looked up, unexpected tears were in her eyes and he plunged forward again, raping her lips. His ardor was quick and fast. She was lucky that he was not extremely large or thick. But his quick thrusts were hard to keep up with.

As often as not, she would find herself choking on the violence of his thrusts. As his speed increased, so did the saliva in her mouth and when he withdrew, a string connected them. “Ahhh… good slut… you hunger for me.” He groaned and then shoved his cock back in her mouth again. This time, his thrusts were long and slow and he held the back of her head. Each time his cock banged into the back of her throat she gagged and he held it there.

She would panic, fearful that she would be deprived life giving air and start to squirm. It seemed he liked her panicked movements because as she did that he would thrust several more times into her mouth, pulling her face into his musky groin.

Finally with a harsh thrust, his cock slid over her larynx and deep into her throat where he pumped her gagging mouth and delivered his seed directly into her belly. She had no choice, bound as she was.

He didn’t say anything as he tucked himself back into his breeches and turned away from her tear stained face.

Sleen cried softly. She wished with all of her heart that she could hold her arms around her chest and hug her legs and cry. She wanted to wake from this nightmare and find herself home, in the forest, where the trees and animals made her feel safe.

When she opened her eyes a large man loomed over her. “Tal slut.” he said cheerfully enough. “You and I are going to become well acquainted. I understand that you are in training so I will forgive any errors you may make. However, if you bite me, I will be forced to yank on these.” He said as he lifted up a pair of jeweled nipple clamps. The clamps, though beautiful, were indeed cruel. If pulled while holding flesh a small hooked needle would pierce the skin and hold it fast for him. “Are we clear girl?” he asked nonchalantly.


Hard Tied



Sleen was not stupid and easily grasped the concept. She did not know that he could not actually use them on her. She did not belong to him. But the fear was in her eyes as he pulled out his swelling organ. He was easily twice the size of the first man in both length and thickness.

“Open slut…” he growled softly at her. His growl touched something and she shifted on her knees and felt the nubbins press against her. Surprising both of them, she moaned softly.

He needed no further encouragement as he placed the swollen head against her lips and pushed it slowly into the confines of her hot mouth. Her lips tender from the last incident curled around the thick shaft of his sex. She was surprised to feel his head filling her mouth and still able to see more of his cock to go in.

He continued to push himself into her face and against the back of her throat. Once again she panicked and squirmed. The nubbins pressed into her and again made her moan, as she did so, her throat released its tension and his cock slid another 2 inches down her throat with ease. He withdrew and smiled down at her.

“I can smell you from here girl. I know you are in need and I promise that once you earn your red silks, I will fuck you like an animal. You will not be freed from me.” His eyes held a deadly promise that caused her bara to flutter and stir suddenly. She moved. And moaned.

“Good girl, I am glad to see we have an understanding, now make me cum. ”

She opened her mouth this time, without being told to and he shoved his fat cock into her mouth and slid its slick length deep into her throat. He braced himself on the broad collar that supported her head and rocked his hips as he fucked her face.

She took his cock with ease and moaned when she could. The rhythm he gave her was easy to follow. It was a long easy slide into her mouth and down to the hilt to let his balls rest on her chin and then back again. Over and over he fucked her face. Long and slow. Until her moans and his growls began a strange melodious counterpoint to each other.

Finally his cock thickened and the heat caught at the back of her throat. He jerked his cock head back and painted her lips with his seed. The hot white ropy strands were slung from his cock in several short jerks until finally he pushed the dripping tip back into her mouth. “Clean me slut,” was all he said. His voice left no room for protest. So she cleaned him. He took his time, gathering his seed from her chin and lips with the head of his cock and feeding it to her again and again. When they were done he ruffled her hair and walked away.

Once again, she was alone. This time, her cunt ached and her anus twitched spasmodically. She remembered the braided handle and how it felt up inside her and how her clit throbbed when she was teased with her own body. It was too much to ask. Her back ached as did her hips from her thighs being so far apart. She thought, maybe she would beg relief for her shoulders and arms, maybe asking that the thong be loosened on her elbows…maybe.

She realized that she dozed when a slap stung her face. “Whore, part those fuck-lips for me….” Before her stood the second shift captain. He was broad shouldered and narrow hipped and he had mean shifty black eyes. He saw her wary eyes and cuffed her again.

“If you want to learn from my cock, you’d best pay attention slut. I don’t have time to deal with idiot slaves.” he sneered. It was obvious he was a little man with a little power and he didn’t know how to wield it well, but she had no choice but to submit to his will. “Open your mouth cunt.” he snapped. When she obediently complied he slapped her again anyway, not because she misbehaved, but because she was there. He was the sort that enjoyed giving beautiful women pain.

After the slap, he jammed a leather covered iron ring into her mouth and tied it behind her head. She would have no chance to regulate how much of him went into her throat. She tried to beg but her sounds only seemed to excite him further.

Hasty fingers unlaced his breeches and freed his long slender cock. She watched him with apprehension, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she found it interesting that men had different sizes and shapes. It sort of made sense if one thought about the wide variety of people that existed.

His long cock hit the back of her mouth before half of him had entered. Naturally she gagged, but she was better able to control it. Her throat was sore and his hasty thrusts didn’t help in the least. He never kept his cock in her mouth; instead he pulled it almost completely out before thrusting it harshly back in. Each thrust was painful and made tears well in her eyes.

He made short work of her mouth and came with the tip just over the rim of the leather ring and let his salty pud pool there for her to savor. “Eh, you might be worth something in the long run, but you’ll never be sold for more than a few tarsks.” he said, degrading her. “So long slut. I might just come back and visit you later.”

He left her, ring and all, kneeling as he found her – naked and alone.

She was thirsty, very thirsty. Her jaw ached with the leather ring still in place and her saliva left her mouth awash in a pool of cooling cum and spit. She couldn’t even tilt her head back far enough to swallow.

Miserable, aching and in need of refreshment she wept. What has she ever done to deserve this? Nothing. She was a woman of Gor. She had no home stone, no males to protect her. She lived in a world of men and one had found her. She was the fool for not taking better care. She was too prideful. That had been her downfall. Thinking she was the equal of a man.

Soft fingers pulled her from her self-loathing reverie and cupped her chin as warm brown eyes looked down on her. “Such a lovely girl. Let me take this ring from your mouth. I am sure you are in pain.” he said softly.

He quickly removed the ring and let her close her mouth. She swallowed without thinking and made a face at the cold cum from the other man and felt sick for the first time since being in this position.

“I am sure you thirst, but there are no orders allowing you to slake your thirst. I’m sorry. But you are in training.” He said as he touched her head gently. She couldn’t quite place him, or why he seemed so nice. He seemed strangely out of place. He didn’t treat her as if she were property; rather he treated her like she was his equal. She wasn’t, she knew that, but he didn’t seem to. Perhaps it was because he was young.

“This is my second time, helping a girl.” He said as he stroked her hair gently. His touch was oddly comforting, but his words jangled across her nerves like slivers of glass in the veins. Something wasn’t right… She was accustomed to pain and hurt, when gentle kindness was presented to her, it felt all wrong.

“Are you ready then?” he asked quietly.

She simply nodded, not even really wanting to speak to him.

He nodded and opened his breeches. She was curious to see what he had hidden there. His cock was neither overly large like the second man, nor smaller than the first man. She licked her lips, to moisten them and prepare them for whatever happened next.

He took his time and stroked her lips with his cock. Painting them with the velvety smooth skin and teasing her lips until the tickled unbearably and she was forced to chase the head of his cock, just to keep him from tickling them any further.

He seemed to enjoy himself especially when her vagina or anus came in contact with the nubbins. He smiled as he finally relented and slid his cock into her mouth and fucked it. He held her head gently, and let her choose the rhythm. Since her motion was limited she moved only a few inches but her movements were precisely what caused the nubbins to come into contact with her pussy and ass.

She moaned louder as she suckled his cock and he stood, legs parted, hands in her hair and fucked her face slowly as she fucked him with her mouth. His moans and hers echoed in the empty room until finally his became tense with anticipation.

He pulled back just as he erupted and shot hot spurts of cum into her open mouth. One jerk caught him off guard and his cock thrust into her mouth savagely, bruising her lips and chafing his cock. It worked. Both seemed gratified by it because that thrust pressed her against the nubbins and the abrasion made his orgasm all the more intense.

Finally he returned to his clothed position and then caressed her face lovingly. “You are a beautiful girl. I can’t wait to see how you are in a few hands from now. Sleep well little one.”

He left her without another word.

As he left another man entered. He wore all black and lounged against the doorframe as he regarded her.

“Well, look what we have here… Greetings slut, You look like a meal ready to eat. Or should I say a ‘girl’ ready to eat?” he chuckled malevolently. He had a dark aura of power around him and it scared her to the core. He withdrew a slender blade and twiddled it between his fingers, making it dance and glitter in the light as he regarded her. “I suppose you’re to be trained to pleasure a man with your mouth hmmm?” He asked, clearly expecting no answer.




She watched him with fear in her heart as he walked closer to her as he held the glittering blade. He crouched in front of her; the blade still twirled idly between his fingers. He was obviously a craftsman with the blade and she was certain he was one of those assassins she’d heard so much about.

The blade ended its dizzying dance and lowered below her sight as he leaned in close. Once again fear shrank her heart. “Do you know what happens to girls who continue to be of little value to their owners?” he asked coolly.

She was afraid of him and could smell her fear on her like a blanket of shame. She shook her head for fear that her voice would fail her. “They are sold to cheap paga dens where the slut comes with a cup of paga. And if that slut is unsatisfactory for whatever reason, he can pay her purchase price and kill her. I don’t suppose you wish to become a slut such as that do you?”

As he’d spoken those words to her, she found herself leaning as far away from him as possible. She shook her head again and swallowed.

“I didn’t think so.” he said with a cold smile.

She felt cold steel pressed against her slave sex. She swallowed again and looked at him fearfully. Her pulse had increased as had the beads of anxious perspiration grew on her upper lip. She licked her lips slowly, as her eyes stayed glued to his.

He chuckled softly and turned the cold metal so it threatened to bite her sensitive pink sex. She held her breath in fear. Never did she think a man could cause her so much fear, and here she was, bound, helpless with a man who held a blade.

He withdrew the blade and let its chilling tip draw a red line across her bara and circle an erect nipple with slow deliberation. She almost wet herself with relief.

He nodded to himself as he saw her reaction and drew two fingers over her slave sex. “You’re an experienced slut aren’t you? I can tell from how wet you’ve made my fingers that you like fear and the sex that follows from it. Don’t you slut?”

She had felt when her cunt wet itself and had feared that it might have been discovered. She had no way to answer him. She had never been with a man and did not know if what he said was true. She simply nodded, thinking it safer to agree with him than disagree, after all, he did still have the blade.

He just nodded and unlaced his breeches.

He dragged his leather gloved had beneath her nose and then drew his thumb across her lips. “Know the smell of leather well, slut. Because you will not be far from it for the rest of your life.”

She inhaled the rich scent of his leather. Male sweat mixed with the animal hide and gave a musky scent that only a slave can truly know. It held promise, intrigue and terror within its spicy aroma. No other scent would ever have as much meaning to her as this one did.

His gloved hand curled in the luxurious black waves of her hair and gripped it firmly. It tightened and she gasped. As she did so, the purpled crown of his cock slid past her bruised lips and along her tongue. She moaned at the second tug of her hair and then ground her ass against the nubbins that held the agony of sweet release just out of reach.

“That’s it whore, enjoy what you are about to receive.” he said menacingly. Below her, on the wooden surface glistened her acceptance of her place in this world of men. She could do little more than yield to his touch. He set the pace, and she sought only to be the receptacle for him to deposit his seed into.

Each time her face nestled among the musky curls of hair at his loins she inhaled his scent deeply and learned more about the world of men. Her tongue slid along the shaft and felt the ripples of the throbbing veins in his cock and reveled at the smooth head as it explored there too.

He gave her enough time to acclimate herself to his size and girth before fucking her in an unforgiving rhythm. If she failed to follow it, he would not stop. She gagged a few times but caught up with him and he smiled as he watched the transient emotions track her face. “Mmm, good slut. You will be a good asset to him.” he said as his hips pressed his swollen throbbing cock between her full lips, pushing then back and pulling them out as he fucked her face.

Then, with slow deliberation, he pushed himself deep into her throat. “You will swallow it all and be still until I am through.” he commanded softly.

She could do nothing but moan as the nubbins pressed against her and she yielded to his command. She would either die of asphyxiation from his cock or she would breathe life again…her life was his at this moment and she knew it.

His cock thrust deep into her throat and throbbed dully before thickening and lodging in the back of her throat. His hips thrust several more times as his seed was pumped into her belly without her consent. All she could see and smell was the leather of his breeches and the musky scent of his cock.

Everything seemed to dim and then crystallize in that moment. She existed to serve men. Her very life depended on it. He withdrew and she sucked in a lung full of air and looked at him gratefully. “This slut thanks you for a well taught lesson, Master….” she said softly.

Beneath her cunt lay the evidence of her place in life and her nipples attested to the divinity of her use. She yearned for this and had never acknowledged it. But here she was; a slut for men and her pussy ached to be used. What a whore she was….

to be continue


I first saw her during my morning walk; it was along the path to Nettlebed. There was light rain, as there so often is in June, and the poor young woman, who looked as if she had slept under a hedge, was damp through. I tipped my hat, as she stepped aside to let me pass.

“Good morning to you, Sir.” she said boldly. Our eyes met, and I paused in my progress. Her hair was straggly and her face was dirty, but under it all she was a comely lass — thin, even malnourished looking, but there was something attractive to me. There was something about the lilt of her voice; she was not a local girl.

“Good morning to you, Miss. Are you going far?” I said, foolishly.

“As far as need be, Sir, even to London.” I knew in an instant her circumstance. The war between the American states was choking off the supply of cotton. Tens of thousands of spinners and weavers, throughout the North, were unemployed. Some had family to help. Some went to the poorhouse or sank to prostitution. Others, of necessity, took to the road in search of work.

“You are looking for work.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I cannot offer you employment, but as a Christian, I will at least offer you breakfast and a warm fire, to ease your journey.”

“I would be most grateful, Sir,” she replied, and it seemed to me she emphasized “most.”

“Come along, then. It’s not far. My name is James Fairfax, Major Fairfax.”

“I’m most grateful to you, Major Fairfax, Sir. My name is Marie-Cecile Stewart.”

I am not a handsome man. My face is scarred, my nose broken, my hair graying, and my speech is somewhat impaired, so I am not attractive to women. I was wounded out in India, and I sold out of the army in ’57. Nor am I a wealthy man. I have an income, a few pounds annually, which would pay the rent for my little cottage and pay Mrs. Trumble, my housekeeper, who came with the cottage. I keep no horse. I dress plainly, and whatever money is left over I generally squander on books and newspapers. White Ladies Bottom is a small village, and I seldom attend the local church. Everything considered, it may be the only female I have occasion to speak to, for weeks on end, is Mrs. Trumble. You will understand, therefore, that I was intrigued by this strange young woman who disturbed the routine of my retirement.

My home is on the edge of the village, the first cottage one comes to, coming down the Nettlebed footpath. Marie-Cecile followed me through the low front door. “Back so soon, Captain Fairfax?” said Mrs. Trumble.

“Yes, I have brought a guest. Mrs. Trumble, this is Mary.”

“Marie-Cecile, Sir,” she corrected me. “It’s all one name.”

“Umph,” I said, momentarily at a loss. “At any rate, Mrs. Trumble, I should be obliged if you would feed this young person some breakfast and let her warm herself by the fire. Not just porridge, Mrs. Trumble, a real, nourishing breakfast.”

Mrs. Trumble said, “Yes, Sir.” and led the young woman into the kitchen. I retired to the front room, sat by the fire, and tried to resume reading a novel, but I could not, for some reason, concentrate on it. I kept thinking of that young woman in my kitchen. I had never married. I had, of course, in India, a concubine. The Hindus have a real appreciation for the sins of the flesh; some of the low-caste women are shameless. Back in England, all these years, now, I had been deprived of female companionship. The social gulf between myself and the farmers of White Ladies Bottom is unbridgeable, and I seldom get into the city. Even had I found a suitable wife, I felt I could not afford to keep her in the proper style. I confess, thinking about the young woman had aroused sexual yearnings that I had tried hard to suppress.

It was almost midday, and I had read but a hundred pages, when Mrs. Trumble announced that the young lady was ready to depart. “Leave us a moment.” I said, as she ushered the woman into the room. Marie-Cecile had greatly improved in her appearance. Her face was clean, her hair combed and pinned up. I had meant to give her a shilling and send her on her way, but I could not bring myself to give up looking at her. For all that she was fully mature, her thinness and frailty gave her a childlike appearance. Her small breasts, hardly filling the bodice of her simple dress, would not have been out of place on a girl of sixteen who had not yet begun her menses, which, as I understand, is usually at seventeen or eighteen, in these parts. I’ve no idea how long I stared, but at last I said, “Won’t you sit down, Marie-Cecile?” She sat gracefully, sitting primly on the edge of the chair.

“I wish to thank you, Sir, from the bottom of my heart, for your charity toward a homeless woman. It may be that you have saved my life, for I was chilled through when you found me.”

“Umph,” I replied.

The wind had picked up, and it dashed rain against the window, made the fire flicker in the grate. Our eyes met, her blue eyes shamelessly engaging mine. “Captain Fairfax, Sir, could I ask you, please, if you might employ me as a domestic servant? I would work for food. Mrs. Trumble is getting very old. She could use some help.”

I looked out at the atrocious weather. “Well,” I said, “I can hardly turn you out into the rain. You may stay until the weather clears. But then, I’m afraid you will have to go.” “Thank you, Sir,” she replied. “I will do anything to please you.” Anything?, I thought.

“Mrs. Trumble,” I said, “Marie-Cecile will be staying until the weather clears. She has offered to be useful. Can you find her work to do? I cannot get my tongue around that name. I think we shall call her Em-See.”

“Very well, Sir,” both replied.

Well, I had not noticed how Mrs. Trumble had been aging. With MC around the place, it improved visibly. The fireplaces were swept out, the furniture dusted, and my clothes, such as they were, brushed and pressed, mended and hung neatly. Come nightfall, it was still raining. Mrs. Trumble came into the front room to clear my supper tray. The servants, of course, had eaten in the kitchen. “Major Fairfax, Sir,” she said, “where is MC to sleep? Surely, you don’t expect me to share my bed, do you?”

“Of course not, Mrs. Trumble. Cannot you fix her a pallet in the kitchen, where she can be warm, near the fire?”

“Well, I suppose so,” she said. My humble cottage had only the two bedrooms, mine and Mrs. Trumble’s, and only the two beds. It was the middle of the night, when I was awakened by the sound of my door softly closing. The rain clouds had blown away, and moonlight illuminated my room. MC stood there, wearing one of my old shirts, which Mrs. Trumble must have given her to sleep in. The sight of her, there in the dim light, her hair down, the shirt tented by her upstanding little breasts, instantly aroused my lust. She came and stood, quite close to me, and said, “The rain has stopped, Sir. Does that mean that I must leave, come morning?”

“Umph. I suppose . . . ” The thought of driving her away was depressing.

“If you keep me, I will serve you well, Major, Sir. There are many ways I can serve you.” She lifted the tail of the shirt, revealing more of her lean, thin legs.

“You have no references,” I said, stupidly.

“Cannot you judge me by my performance? Do I not work hard? As well, I offer you my body, to do with as you will.”

“If you have sold your body, why are you here, in White Ladies Bottom?”

“Sir, you misjudge me. I have never sold my body. I am not a prostitute. I offer myself out of gratitude, and affection, Sir. You have been most kind.”

“But, surely, you are not a virgin.”

“No, I have not been a virgin these past ten years, since I was twelve.”

“Twelve!” I knew that things like that happened, but they are not supposed to happen in civilized, Nineteenth-Century England, a Christian nation.

“I have two older brothers. They began to use me when I was twelve. No more, of course. One is in the army, the other at sea. No man has used my body since I was sixteen.”

“And now you offer yourself to me.”

“Sir, I feel the time has come to do this.” She pulled the shirt up over her head, shamelessly exposing her most private parts to my gaze, and she turned back the coverlet of my bed. She climbed in beside me and snuggled close. “Oh, Major, Sir, this is nice. It’s nice to be warm.” She reached out and placed her hand on my erect organ, stroking it through the cloth of my night shirt.

I rolled on my side and ran my hand along her naked body. I could feel her ribs, and I made a mental note to fatten her up a bit. I had not held a woman in my arms since ’57, and I was overcome with lust. She kissed me, passionately, and I kissed back, relishing feelings I had not felt for years. Then she was pulling my nightshirt up and begging me to use her.

I made to put her on her back, to service her in the usual way, but she got up on her hands and knees, throwing back the bedclothes, and presented her behind to me. I felt the lips of her womanly cleft, covered with silky short hairs, and tried to insinuate my tumescent organ between them, but without much success. “Wrong hole, Sir,” she whispered. She reached back and guided the tip of my tool toward the anal orifice. I recoiled. “Major Fairfax, Sir, why do you hesitate?” she said. “I put some butter on it, to make it easier for you.” You must appreciate what a shock this was to me. Buggery, sodomy, is a capital crime in the British Army. I had never thought of using a woman in such a way. “Please, Sir,” she said. “I want to give myself to you. I want to please you.” “Is this how men have used you? They place their organs there?” I fingered the buttered orifice.

“Isn’t that what all men do? I have known only my brothers, and one friend of my father’s, but I had supposed that husbands and wives couple so. I have seen dogs in the street mount a bitch as my brothers mounted me.”

“MC,” I tried to explain, “that is the wrong hole. Here –” I fingered her maidenly cleft, “is where I should plant my seed.” She was silent for some moments, as I stroked her, as my Hindu concubine had taught me, and felt her nether lips respond and dampen.

“Mmmm. That is nice, Sir, but surely, with an organ the size of yours, you could never put it inside the hole where I make water. It is too small.”

“Let me see,” I said. I got out of bed and put a log on the fire, to take some of the chill off the room. I lighted a candle and held it close behind her, as she patiently stayed there on the bed, with her rump in the air. With my fingers, I explored the cleft, expecting to find, perhaps, an unusually tough maidenhead. Gently, I parted the inner lips and peered into the pinkness of her sex. To my surprise, I found that, in fact, her womanly sheath was very small. I could not insinuate a finger, and when I tried, with more force, MC cried out and begged me not to hurt her. To a certainty, this woman was a virgin.

I put the candle on the bedside table and tried to think, even as I pressed gently between her legs. My manly tool raged tall, lusting to be satisfied, but, clearly, there was nothing for me to do. Even if my moral sensibilities had not forbidden my deflowering an innocent virgin, it was a physical impossibility for me to sheath my sword in her minute vagina. And yet, the alternative presented to me was, it seemed, equally impossible, morally repugnant.

“Sir,” she said softly. “I am ready, whenever you are.” Her delicate fingers tried to guide my organ toward her anal opening. May The Almighty forgive me; lust overcame conscience, and I thrust against her. After a second’s effort, my organ slid into her warm back channel. It felt so good! Shamelessly, I thrust deep, then partially withdrew, to and fro, reveling in the tight warmth of her, and the incredible deliciousness as her muscles gripped my shaft. Too soon, I expelled my seed into her. For a moment, I was overcome with guilt, for I had ravished a virgin. And yet, I had not. And there could be no scandal, no love child, for, in truth, she was still a virgin! MC thanked me for my attentions, thanked me! I put her on her back and thanked her as best I could, by performing cunnilingus, another secret of the mysterious East.

Needless to say, I did not send MC away. She stayed on, to help Mrs. Trumble. It was so nice to have her around the house, sometimes singing in that strange north-country accent of hers. When Mrs. Trumble sickened, MC was an invaluable nurse. When the old woman passed on to her reward, in August, MC was promoted to become the new housekeeper, to be paid the same as Mrs. Trumble had been. Of course, as head housekeeper, she is entitled to be called, “Mrs. Stewart,” though she is, in actuality, Miss Stewart.

I had not, since that first night, permitted MC in my bed, though she was willing enough to come, had I asked. Somehow, shame, and the fear of discovery, had held my appetites in check. However, as soon as the watchful Mrs. Trumble was in the churchyard, Mrs. Stewart and I were overcome by debauchery. I have become a confirmed sodomite. Several times a week, sometimes even in the middle of the day, since no one can observe, Mrs. S. will confess to me that she has transgressed. Perhaps she has spilled the tea, or dropped a book and lost my place, or failed in the performance of one of her usual duties as my housekeeper. Well, of course, she must be punished, which she implores me to do, that she might be forgiven.

Somehow, in the context of my duty to discipline her, I can forget that I commit a mortal sin. It is always the same; she has prepared herself by cleansing her bowels and lubricating the orifice. She bends over the table, or the arm of my chair, or the foot of the bed. I throw her skirts over her head. The beautiful globes of her behind are presented to me — she has filled out a bit, with careful feeding — and I spank them, or even cane her, which excites her terribly. Inevitably, as the ultimate punishment, I beat her with my meaty club, burying my pillar in her forbidden pit, to our mutual relief. She dares not sleep in the dead woman’s room, so she shares my bed. Oft times, late at night, or even in the morning, I will devote myself to licking her naked body, all over, as if to bathe her with my saliva. Her little breasts, still girlish, are a perfect mouthful, and, when I lave her lower labia with my tongue, the taste of her juices is heavenly to me. She tells me I make her utterly content, and I have never been happier, never in my lifetime.

I have, from a physician in London, a mahogany case. It contains a graduated set of ebony rods, ranging in diameter from one eighth inch to an inch and a half. It is a medical appliance, specifically manufactured and widely used, I am told, to treat conditions such as the vaginal inadequacy of Mrs. Stewart.

All day, as she works in the kitchen or garden, my housekeeper carries within her, there, between her legs, one of the ebony rods, which I personally remove at night and replace in the morning. Already, she can contain the seven-eighths inch diameter rod, and tomorrow, perhaps, I will try to insert the one-inch rod. It will not be long before I will be able to couple with her as God intended.

The question is: will I want to? My intellect can rationalize our unnatural relationship as long as the natural sex act is impossible. Would it be fair to Mrs. S. to use her like a common whore? Dare I to expose her to the risk of a scandalous pregnancy? I think not. Dare I risk the possibility of her marrying one of the young lads she encounters when shopping in the village? I think not.

I think that, perhaps, tomorrow, I will “forget” to insert any ebony rod at all. May God forgive me.

The End

Welcome Home

I’d been over to the States to a business conference. I’d had to fly back on probably the slowest flight ever from San Diego. I tried to get some sleep, but every time I almost made my eyes close, someone came on the intercom, or interrupted me with drinks. I was not in a good mood when I arrived in Stockholm airport. The queue through customs was horrendous and they seemed to be searching everyone’s baggage. Several people were taken off to one side. I hoped that I’d get through without any problems. Oh, I’d better tell you who I am. My name is Tricia and I’m a senior arts director of a theatre company. I’d been discussing films at the States meeting and had to fly to Stockholm, where I live, before going on to Amsterdam the following day to start on my next project. Somewhere or other I’d left a boyfriend, but where ? Now it was almost my turn to finally get through customs, but no I was stopped by a rather officious young man who demanded that I open all my cases.

I knew that any guy would be interested in my little make-up case, coz that’s where I kept my sex toys. I couldn’t travel without them, never knowing when they might be useful. In fact, I’d had a little vibro buzzing away inside my pussy for a few hours on the trip over. I’m sure the guy sitting next to me in business class is still wondering why I suddenly grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard when I came the first time. He had gone to the toilet when I came again shortly thereafter maybe he’d had a wet dream ! I put my magic balls in during the period of turbulence and enjoyed cumming again then. I took them out when I went to the toilet and cleaned up my pussy just before we landed. And of course, now, when the guys opened my case, they had to place each toy separately on the table, so that everyone could see. I was beyond being embarrassed by this as it had happened to me three times before. When they’d finished displaying all of my sex toys, I simply said thank you and carefully packed them away again, making sure that they saw how long I caressed the long fat double-dong that was my latest purchase. I’d not even had time to try it, but I was dying to.

I thought that was it, but the guy then said, “Please Miss Walker, step this way.” “What ?” I cried. “What’s up?” “Just a formality, Miss,” he smirked. “This way, please.” I was led off to the side, with my luggage and pushed into a room as big as a normal bedroom, but with only a table and a few chairs, and a telephone. No other furniture. It was well lit, and there was a window to the outside, but not a wonderful place to spend any time. And time it was – I waited what I guessed was about an hour, just sitting or walking about. I was beginning to fume and get frantic that I’d miss my next appointment. Cool it, I kept telling myself, then you’ll get out easier. I had no idea what they were intending to look for, but just as I was about to really lose my cool, a pair of guys came in and shut the door firmly. “OK, Walker, we’re going to do a strip search of you,” one of them said, smiling.

I was sitting at the table, drinking from a plastic beaker of water. His partner had the same sort of smirk on his face too. “Oh no, you’re not !” I exclaimed. “I demand to see your superior.” “Our superior sent us in here,” said the second guy and we’re gonna strip you and search you, aren’t we, Jonas ?” “Ummmmm, yes,” replied Jonas, eyeing me slowly up and down. Mind you, I probably did look a bit tasty to these two sex- starved youngsters. My 30-year-old body was lithe and athletic, and I was wearing a short skirt to show off my legs, of which I was justifiably proud. I was also wearing a tight fitting short leather coat, which probably showed off my tits to their best advantage. But even so..I knew Sweden has civil rights and I knew that they had absolutely no right to do this to me, at least not men. Now, if it was a woman.! “OK, Sven,” called out Jonas, “I guess she’s going to be difficult. Maybe we should call in Shona ?”

“Oh, that bitch,” growled Jonas. “She’ll steal all the goodies from us.” “Nah, I don’t think so.” came the reply. “I think this one’s got more for everyone, haven’t you, Miss ?” He stepped towards me, grabbed my hair and pulled my head backwards. I yelped and stamped on his foot. “Naughty, naughty,” exclaimed Jonas, as he backed off. “Yea, Sven, maybe we’d better let Shona and her friend take over. We don’t want to damage the goods. Maybe there’ll be some left over for us later.” He leered at me. “it’s OK anyway,” said Sven, “we can watch Shona doing her search anyway!” They both laughed, signalling to someone who was obviously watching behind a one-way mirror. At the doorway as they were leaving the room, there was a heated exchange of views with another person, a woman from the voice, which resulted in the door being slammed shut behind what turned out to be two women.

They were in typical boring uniforms, with trousers, but it was clear that at least one of them, a tall black woman, had quite a body. She was a great looker too, although black is not my favourite colour. Give me a Latino any day ! The other was your typical average Swedish blonde – ravishingly beautiful eyes and a walk that would make a man swoon. But she wasn’t so tall, at least not as tall as the black woman. “OK, Miss Walker,” started the black woman, “I’m Shona and this is Briget. We have been authorised to do a strip search on you on suspicion of carrying drugs into the kingdom of Sweden. Do you have any objections?” “I guess I’m within my rights to refuse, but that would probably make you tough on me. But I certainly wasn’t going to let those guys do it.” The Briget girl laughed, “They were only here to frighten you a bit – it often helps us determine whether we were right selecting you.” “Nice toys, too,” added Shona with a giggle. Both girls grinned at me. “Must we have those apes watching while I strip ?” I pleaded. “No, they won’t be able to see, because here.” Shona pressed a hidden button, “there’s a big screen behind which you can undress. We’ll do the search behind it too.”

Breathing a bit easier, I moved behind the screen, which just blocked off the half of the room in which there was no furniture and the wall in which the mirror was situated. Both women followed me and watched while I slowly began to undress. I was beginning to get a bit of a kick out of this – undressing in front of two completely unknown women. My leather jacket was first. I turned to face them and slowly unzipped it downwards. I could feel my full breasts forcing the leather apart. I then pulled the coat open and almost thrust my tits forward. Their eyes were concentrating on my firm nipples and lovely breasts. And I was starting to feel a warmth between my legs. Now I was disappointed that I’d not left the magic balls inside my pussy. I threw my coat onto the table and started to unbutton my little blouse. “D’ya want any help?” suggested Shona moving close to me.

“I think I can manage.” I replied, pulling the blouse open and free from my skirt. My bra was decent, but the size of my erect nipples definitely wasn’t. “I’m sorry about them,” I giggled, watching both women looking intently at my breasts. I quickly reached behind and unclasped my bra, to let my tits free. Both women groaned quite loudly when my lovely round breasts were revealed, firm and suckable. I cupped my hands to them. “You wanna search them?” I asked. Shona, the tall black woman moved forward quickly. “I’ll do this part, Briget,” she spoke softly, putting her hands forward and touching my skin just below my breasts. I jumped at her touch but then I felt a surge in my pussy as her hands moved upwards to cup and then fondle my tits. She bent real close and looked all round them, then moved behind me and cupped my hard tits from the rear. I couldn’t help but let out a groan of pleasure, leaning back into her embrace. Shona moved round in front of me again and knelt down in front of me. She was still holding my breasts gently but now her face moved right underneath them. I waited in excited anticipation as her tongue came out and started to lick all along the underside of the left one, while her fingers were squeezing the nipple of the right one quite hard. I was starting to get almost too horny and my juices were getting my pants thoroughly wet.

Although the pleasure was keeping my eyes mostly closed, I did notice that the other woman had left the room briefly, to return with what looked at first glance to be a leather riding saddle. During the moments when Shona’s tongue was not virtually making me cum with its gentle caresses, I was able to watch Briget as she carefully positioned this object across the end of the table and secured it with strong leather straps. “OK, Shona.” she murmured. “It’s time to search her other parts.” Shona grunted in disappointment as she’d obviously been enjoying licking my breasts. I had certainly been enjoying her tongue. My pussy was now decidedly wet! Briget grabbed me by one arm and pulled me roughly to the end of the table on which she’d strapped the leather ‘seat’, I supposed it might be called. “We’ve got to examine you fully now. Just bend over the table.” She pulled me right against the table and I realised that my legs fitted into the dips in the leather. Briget quickly clipped one wrist into a pair of handcuffs and attached the other end to a hook at the far edge of the table. I was now forced to bend over completely as she then took my other wrist and fastened it into another cuff on the other side. Shona bent down and quickly cuffed my ankles, one to each of the nearest table legs.

Thus bent over, I must have presented a delicious sight from behind. Both women moved round behind me and began to stroke and caress my ass. It didn’t take them long to unfasten my short skirt and slip it off, together with my tiny string. I was now completely naked and completely at their mercy. Their fingers started to play close to my pussy and they soon began dipping into my juices, murmuring to each other all the time. I was actually in heaven and, since they’d removed my skirt and pants, I’d discovered exactly what this leather object was that I was now lying hard against. I had noticed a lump in the middle and now wriggled my body so that the lump moved until it pressed against my clit. That sensitive button was already tingling with excitement and the pressure now put on it by my wriggling had me gasping within a few seconds. “Looks like she’s found out how to use it,” giggled Shona. “Shall we let her cum first?” “I bet her juices will run down her legs when she cums,” whispered Briget. “Ummmmmm !” My orgasm wouldn’t have held off long anyway, but when Shona then rubbed her hand all up my back, I just exploded, rubbing my clit hard against the leather lump in sheer pleasure.

Yes, Briget had been right – my pussy juices just oozed out and dribbled down the insides of my spread thighs and some dripped onto the floor too. When I came back to my senses after that cum, I saw that Briget had moved up beside me. I now realised what the special belt was she had on. She had taken off her stick, which looked like a long smooth and thin truncheon, and clipped it to that belt, so that it looked like a long prick. “I hope you’re ready for the examination.” she laughed, waving the stick at me. She walked behind me again and I felt hands prizing my ass cheeks apart. Fingers played at my asshole and I thought, Oh no, not there ! But it was impossible to do anything about it. I felt the round head of the stick touch my asshole and start to press against it gently at first. I relaxed, actually being one who likes the back door, and soon felt the thrill of that long stick starting to travel into my little hole. I grunted with pleasure as she began to thrust it quite hard in and out of my ass. It was extremely exciting, especially as I could not do anything about it, and my pussy was ‘donging’ happily with each thrust. I was pushing my clit against the leather lump anyway, but Briget’s regular thrusts were driving me against it more pleasurably. I knew that I was going to cum again with that stick in my ass, while she was doing it to me.

When I came this time, I writhed around so much that I hurt myself against the metal cuffs. But the cum was delicious and fulfilling. I didn’t want any more. Briget pulled the stick out and came round to me, showing me the juicy end. “I guess there’s nothing unusual in that place,” she giggled. “What about the other place, Shona?” “I think we’ll have to call in the boys to search her there,” suggested Shona. “No! You can’t do that!” I exclaimed. “Ooooo, yes we can,” continued Shona, “and we’ll stay to watch.” Briget went to the door and let the two guys in – I reckoned that they’d been able to watch all the time, but I couldn’t object or move now. This was authorised rape – but I was enjoying it very much so far. Groans of delight followed as the boys saw my ass sticking up in the air. There was the noise of zips and clothing being hurriedly pulled down. “Who’s first?” asked Shona. “Ah, let Jonas have her pussy first. Maybe I’ll be able to enjoy her mouth.” “You mean search it, don’t you ?” laughed Briget. All four of them laughed at that – I didn’t!

Hands pulled at my ass cheeks again and a set of rough man fingers pulled and pried at my pussy lips until I almost came again. “She’s really hot, this one.” gurgled Jonas, as he pushed the tip of his prick against my wet pussy. I relaxed to let him in and thrilled to that delicious feeling of initial penetration – it’s always the best! He wasn’t very big or very long, but he soon generated erotic sensations as he began to plough his way deeper and deeper into my aching pussy. “She’s flooding me with her cum juices,” he cried, redoubling his efforts to get as deep inside me as he could. Close to my face, I suddenly found the large pink head of another prick, from Sven. It was throbbing and looked quite superb. Could I turn my head enough to get it into my mouth. I struggled to get my body closer to him and managed to touch the hot head with my tongue. He now leaned close to me so that I could get some of the shaft between my lips. He tasted wonderful – clean and sexy, just as he should. I was pushing back as Jonas screwed me beautifully in my pussy, his long strong thrusts pressing my clit against that lump and driving me up and up.

I didn’t think that I was going to be able to wait for Sven to start to cum, and nor did Jonas. With a sudden very deep thrust, he groaned loudly and shot a huge load of hot cream deep inside me, his prick thrusting and spurting for a long time. I came just as the last pulsation left his prick and my spasming pussy muscles milked him completely dry. He stayed inside me for a while, letting his prick throb out the last of his orgasm, and my pussy kept squeezing on him until he had to take it out. “Watch!” cried Shona, I could feel their eyes on my pussy as the warm mixture of Jonas’ cum and my juices dribbled slowly out of my well screwed pussy. Sven decided to take his prick out of my mouth before he came. I was a little disappointed as I love the taste of man cum. But, my disappointment turned to pleasure when I realised that he was moving round behind me. Would he be brave enough to get into my asshole, I wondered. I didn’t need to wonder for very long.

Although my asshole must have still been quite open from the reaming that Briget had given me a short while ago, Sven gathered up some of the cum and juices cream with his fingers and smeared it liberally around my tingling asshole. The girls were getting excited watching this and they moved so that they could see my face. I was enjoying what was happening and I was waiting with desire for that lovely prick of Sven’s to bury into my hot ass. The girls would enjoy this! I knew I would be tight for such a fat prick, but I wouldn’t be in pain. He greased me up well, slipping one and then two fingers through the sphincter a couple of times to ream me open. I wanted him inside me desperately and I wriggled my body on the leather, almost cumming again from the amazing pleasurable sensations on my clit. I felt the head of his hot prick touch my asshole and then he started to push. It felt like he was almost ready to cum and I wondered whether he’d be able to take it. In fact he only just managed to get the head through the rim with a lovely sounding plop when he held himself rigid.

“My god!” he cried, “she’s so hot, I can’t hold it!” The girls were practically crawling on the floor with excitement as they watched this action. With a grunt followed by a sudden forward thrust that drove his prick straight up into my ass in one go, his prick exploded and I could feel the warmth of his cum streaming into my asshole in huge jets. I wriggled my clit against the table and managed to get into another orgasm before he completely stopped throbbing. Now my pussy wanted a prick again – it was aching badly.

– The End (for now)

Average Day

I wake up curled in a corner, shivering despite the blanket that was thrown to me. My mistake last night weighs heavy on my mind as I crawl to Master in His bed. I rest my chin on the bed’s edge until He wakes up. I can tell he is still mad, but I hope to correct myself this morning.

Master gets out of bed, and I rush to start breakfast while He showers. Today is a work day, so I know to make a light breakfast. It is done just as He enters the kitchen and sits at the table. Placing His food in front of Him, I hope for a good word.

When I get none, I am content to clean up the dishes. Somehow, because of my mistake last night, I know He will not take me to work today. That means the house must be perfect when He comes home. I begin to prioritize my tasks in the day ahead.

Today will be spent trying to atone for last night. I wonder if sleeping alone will be my only punishment. Probably not, I decide while doing the morning dishes. Sure enough, Master tells me He will be home for dinner. He tells me what He wants served and then departs, coat over His arm.

Even when He is gone, Master’s presence is a powerful one in this house. Each task is done slowly, methodically to exactly how He showed He wanted it done. I can not skip a single step, because Master will know.

I still wonder at the few quirks Master has. My mind roams over how they might have come about as I move through the house. Laundry is put in the washer. While the machine works, I dust and vacuum the house. Smiling, I also wonder how many carpets Master has gone through. As if in answer, I run over my toe with the machine and spend a few seconds hopping on one foot. Sticking my tongue out at the machine, I decide I don’t like its answer of, none of your business.

Realizing my continued punishment might well be to go hungry for the day, I drink extra water to fill my stomach. After carefully washing the glass, it rejoins the others back in the cupboard.

Before transferring the clothes, I carefully clean the lid of the washer. Again wondering at Master’s quirks. While the clothes are drying, I sweep and mop the kitchen floor. Halfway through, I chew myself out for forgetting to make the bed. I finish the floor anyway.

My next task becomes the bedroom. Making the bed, I hospital corner the sheets. Master never showed me this, but it is ingrained habit from my hotel days. I check for dirty clothes and put them in their place. Again the vacuum runs as I hum whatever songs come to mind. The bathroom is next. Where I wipe out the tub and shower with bleach water. The toilet gets a quick rinse with the water left in the bucket from the tub. After stowing the bucket, I wash my hands. Then I decide to brush my teeth even though I haven’t eaten anything. I also brush my hair and pull it back into a pony tail. Once my hair has stopped annoying me for the day, I clean the sink and vanity. Before I leave the bathroom, the mirror and floor get a quick check.

The grit on my feet makes me decide to sweep and mop this room as well. I am curious as to how this much dirt got on the floor in the first place. Using a hand broom in the smaller area takes about as long as a stand up broom in the kitchen. I use a rag to mop the floor.

My mind seems stuck on one particular song, so I force myself to find another to hum. Looking at the clock, I have about three hours until Master comes home. The dryer is not done, so I grab a school book and curl up on the couch to read my assignment. Setting a mental alarm clock for fifteen minutes, I sigh as I dig into the boring material. “Do business majors really need all this?” I ask silently before I honestly begin to read.

Glancing up, I can see my alarm clock needs tuning. Thirty minutes have passed. “Wow, that stuff was really slow!” I heave myself out of the couch and put the book away. I am lucky, the dryer is still turning.

I check the clothes and carefully fold or hang them up as needed. I notice that my mind has once again settled on the same song, and mentally growl before choosing another. With about an hour left, I begin the dinner Master has ordered. Looking at the recipe, I frown. Unsure if I can handle this one, I take a deep breath and read everything again.

Attentively, I pull all of the ingredients from their places and line them up on the counter. After double checking those as well, I set the oven to the stated temperature. Washing my hands with extra care, I delay the start of this task. With one last deep breath, I begin to make the meal. I am afraid to ruin it.

When I have reached the last ingredient and followed the last direction, I stare at the dish in front of me with trepidation and a little amazement. “Well, that wasn’t too hard. Wonder what it will taste like?” I shove it into the oven and set the timer.

“It will be late to the table,” I realize as I glance once again to the clock. Mentally kicking myself, I set the table. I hesitate, unsure if I will be eating with Master or not. “Best not to assume,” I decide only setting one place.

My last few moments alone are spent nervously checking dinner, taking out the ponytail and brushing my hair. When Master steps through the door, I wait in view by the kitchen. I want to hug and smell Him to see if I can figure out where He has been today. I also feel regret at not being able to go to work with Him today.

I can see Him smell for the dinner in the oven. He hangs His coat by the door and looks at me. My eyebrows go up and I wonder what He wishes.

“The house looks good,” He steps away from the door and into the living room. There He can see dinner is not on the table, but I am saved from harsh words by the buzzer on the oven. Master sits to remove His shoes, while I give a silent “Thank you” to whatever higher power intervened for me.

The dish awaits on the table while Master goes to the bathroom and cleans up. I stand in the kitchen by the hallway and wait quietly for him, once again nervous that I might have failed the recipe.

“Are you eating?” Master asks as He sits at the table. Relieved, I set a place for myself. My stomach grumbles noisily as I wait for Master to finish dishing His portion. Forcing myself to slowness, I take but a small share. I know He will allow seconds if I am not too piggish with my first helping.

I space every bite with a sip of water. I also watch Master for any hint of what may be in store tonight. I am slightly worried when I get no indication. Dinner is silent and I know that He still debates on last night’s mistake.

Dinner is finished and Master goes to the computer while I clean up. Over dishes, I try and reevaluate the mistake. I know I deserve a correction, but am uncertain how hard of one will come. After drying my hands, I get Master a refill on His drink and put it where instructed. I begin to curl up next to Him when He abruptly tells me, “No.” Startled, I look at Him as He finishes on the computer. After shutting it down, He turns to me and quietly searches my features for a minute.

This long minute increases my tension and I force myself to loosen my clenched jaw.

Master rises and makes His way to the couch. There He lays down, snaps his fingers and points to the floor. Quickly, I walk to where indicated and lay down, chin resting by His hand on the couch. My breasts begin to tingle and I have an idea of what might happen next. Master lifts His upper body onto His elbows and I quickly slide under Him. His head rests on my legs and my breasts hang above His face. I feel a tongue dart out and circle a nipple. It rises and stands ready. I gasp when Master takes it roughly into His mouth and begins to suck hard. Closing my eyes until my body readjusts to the feelings I run my hands through Master’s hair.

Master’s eyes close and His sucking becomes rhythmic as the milk begins to flow. In minutes that breast hangs empty and Master does the same with the other. This time, before He pulls off, Master gives a gentle nip that makes me yelp a little.

I wonder how His stomach can handle all of this as I keep my hands moving though His hair and over His body. I can also feel myself getting very wet and aroused. A cautious glance shows that Master is aroused as well. Suppressing a smile, I wait for the next command. I bend to nuzzle Master and He pulls away from me.

Hurt, I wonder if now is time for my punishment. Master is wearing a belt and He indicates that He wants it taken off. He pulls off His shirt while I argue with His belt and, on further orders, His pants.

I am left kneeling beside Master as He watches from above me. “All right, pup, let’s finish your lesson.” He walks to the bedroom and I crawl after.

If I had a tail, it would be tightly tucked right now, I think as I follow.

Once in the bedroom, Master has me close the door. He is sitting on the bed when I turn and face Him, still on all fours. My heart beats a little faster and I feel like hiding my head under my hands. Instead, I crawl to Master’s feet and press my forehead into His knee. He lays a gentle hand on my head and I allow myself to halfway relax. Master then orders me to fetch the leather flogger. I stiffen and deliberately crawl to where the tools are hidden. Picking up the requested item with my teeth I again crawl back to Master.

“Tell me what you did wrong last night,” Master orders as He takes the flogger from me. I swallow and whine, afraid to repeat the mistake. A small smile comes to Master’s lips. “You know your mistake last night?” He questions. I sense He is testing and simply whine again. “Speak, puppy, speak,” the command cuts through the bedroom. I whine and then bark. I can feel my face getting red, but am determined not to screw up this time. Master is pleased, and I let my guard down a little more. He runs His hand through my hair and gives it a little tug before letting the lock go. He then orders me to fetch something else from the tool pile. This continues for a while, each fetch broken by the command to speak. I feel like playing tug-of-war, but am afraid Master will see no joy in the game. So I make myself hand each requested item over gently and promptly. When I slip and retrieve the wrong item, or have difficulty carrying it with only my mouth, Master is prompt with the flogger. I feel its sting three or four times on my back, butt or legs for each offence. Each time I yip and correct myself. After the hiding place is empty, Master has me return each item. This time I must place them properly away using only my teeth and face. I find this a little more difficult and the flogger lands several more times. I am lightly sweating from concentration when the last ordered item is replaced.

I return to Master’s feet at His call. He orders me to face away from Him and I can feel the head of His hard-on dig into my legs as He kneels behind me. Unsure of which passage Master wishes, I lower my upper body to my elbows to make either easier to enter.

Master starts with my pussy, which He enters with a jab. I almost jump and a change my moan to a whine. Master’s hands move up and down my body and I brace against His thrusts. I can feel myself sliding along the carpet and am not sure how to stop.

Aroused, I begin to work my hips, which does not help the sliding one bit. My sensations are dampened by my worry about the movement away from Master.

Abruptly, Master switches tracks and enters my back passage. Again I force myself to whine and not speak. I can feel Master is close to cumming, and have pressed my head into the floor to try and stop my forward slide. As Master starts to cum, I push back into Him with my arms. When He is done, He lets His limp member fall from me. He kneels there a few moments longer and I stay still, unsure of what He wants next.

Master shakes His head and stands, “Think it is time for a shower.” Remembering just in time that I am a puppy, I crawl quickly to the bathroom in front of Master. I am hesitant, “I normally start our joint showers, but how is a dog supposed to do that?” Feeling better to error on the side of caution, I sit and eye Master. Master is watching me. “Wonderful,” I think, knowing He wants me to figure this out.

“Well dogs do use their paws to open and close doors,” I think to myself as I raise a fist to the lever. Cold water spurts from the tap. Using my teeth I pull the knob that shifts it to the shower head. Using my nose, and half in the tub, I adjust the water so it is comfortable. Task accomplished, I look expectantly at Master.

Master simply tests the water and climbs in past me. On His command I crawl into the shower with Him. Another dilemma presents itself, “How am I supposed to help wash Him as a dog?” The thought of soap in my mouth follows right on the heels of the first. Blech, I mentally spit. Master is already working His hair and I know I had better figure something out fast. I hear Him chuckle as I pull the washcloth from its hook with my teeth and paw the soap on to it. Using my “paws”, I soap the washcloth on my knees while sheltering it from the shower spray. That done, I let the soap fall to the floor of the shower and debate my next move.

Deciding quickly, I use my teeth to loop the washcloth over my fist and, trying not to spit from the taste of the soap, use that fist to work the cloth up and around Master’s body. I can’t reach all of Him, but am afraid to stand.

Master’s eyes are laughing as He takes the washcloth from me. He finishes what I could not reach and then orders me to get Him the soap.

I hope I turned away fast enough for Him not to see my distaste and annoyance. Grateful that the bar is not as big as it could be I steel myself and take it in my mouth. Master again chuckles at my face when I drop the bar into His cloth covered hands. I work on directing the drool from the soap down the drain as Master quickly re-soaps the cloth. He drops it onto my face when I turn it to the spray to try and clean out my mouth.

“Finish yourself and hurry,” He commands, stepping out of the shower. Still on my knees, I wash myself off and spit several times into the drain after swishing water around my mouth. When done, I crawl out onto the mat. Catching Master’s eye, I quickly shake my head sending water everywhere. “Hey, stop that!” Master bellows and drops a heavy towel onto me before I can get the steam up to shake again. I feel the sting of His hand on my rear through the thick cotton and wonder if I pushed my fun a little too far. A real dog would do the same thing, I rationalized knowing that, while valid, the reason might not set well with Master. With no other ideas on how to get dry, I flopped over onto my back and began rubbing all of me into the towel as it now lay on the floor.

Master gives me a quick swat on my butt as I pushed myself back to my hands and knees and peered at Him through my now tangled hair. “I think it is time for bed. We have an early day tomorrow,” Master says heading back to the bedroom.

Again I hesitate; the bathroom is a mess. Sighing, I grab the towel in my teeth and drag it to the laundry room. Then, still crawling, I return to the bedroom. Master is in bed, His back to me. I lay my chin on the bed and whine at Him. When I get no response, I put my elbows on the bed and nuzzle Master’s arm.

“Get up here,” He growls.

Happy, I slide into bed with Him.

“At my feet,” He instructs.

A little disappointed, I move to the bottom of the bed, staying under the covers. I hear Master’s muffled, “Good night,” before drifting off to sleep. My dreams focus on what may happen tomorrow and what has happened today. I do not sleep deeply, waking whenever Master moves. I rest, getting ready to fill Master’s future wishes.

– The End

The Post 2

Raven clung to the pole as if it might offer her vulnerable body some refuge from her Master’s whip. She held tightly to the straps that tied her wrists and pressed the ancient wooden pole with her knees. She closed her eyes as tightly as she could and turned her face away from Coyote. And still the blow came down on her exposed back.

Coyote took the time to admire the sight of his trembling suspended slavegirl. The bottoms of her bare feet were dirty; her legs and ass perfectly shaped. He could see the muscles straining in her arms and back as she pulled at the straps that held her arms above her head. Then he stepped forward and brought the whip down across Raven’s back.

Raven’s self control was consumed by the first caress of her master’s whip. Fire raced down her back as the blades bit into her shoulder, back and the upper curves of her ass. Her body tried to retreat from the sharp stinging pain, but her violent wincing only served to rake her nipples across the rough wood of the post. And in the midst of those physical pains, Raven’s body betrayed her further and arching her back, she began grinding her wet cunt against the pole, where the same action by so many bound girls over the century had worn the wood smooth. That bit of pleasure warred with that pain in her back and the slave tried to force all of her awareness into that pleasure as she waited for the second blow.

Coyote watched the girl writhing and rubbing her pussy into the post. A swath of pink skin abraded by the whip now marred her back. He listened to her breathing and didn’t know if her moans were from pain or ecstasy.

After a few more strokes of her master’s whip, Raven’s back was a uniform shade of pink crossed by a few thin red welts. But the girl no longer registered the heat in her back as pain as she humped the pole desperate for release. The rubbing of her tits and hard wrinkled nipples against the rough wood was now a deliberate search for sensation.

Coyote again had to resist the urge to take his slave down and fuck her as she was. He stepped behind her close enough to smell her arousal and feel the warmth emanating from her body. She moaned softly as she continued arching her back and struggling. But she didn’t struggle against her bondage; she struggled to press more of her flesh against the hard wood.

Dropping his whip, he put his fingers in Raven’s hair and pulled her head back. Her mouth opened in a silent moan as Coyote lowered his face to the side of her neck and kissed her lightly.

His other hand reached up and roughly grabbed Raven’s breast, squeezing and kneading it hard with his strong fingers. She felt his open palm on her raw nipple, then his fingers closed around her pulling at her tit until the nipple was caught between his finger and thumb and Coyote pinched hard. Even as he hurt her, Coyote’s touch added to Raven’s desire to come. Then his hand was sliding smoothly down her belly and interjecting itself between the swollen lips of her wet cunt and the pole. She shuddered as his middle finger slid along her clit and between her labia into her pussy and she cried out as she came against his hand.

Raven’s cunt contracted around Coyote’s finger as he slid it into her. Her wetness flowed around his finger into his palm and inspired him to finger her cunt roughly for a second. Then he stopped and allowed his slave to recover.

The pain from her flogging rushed back into Raven’s awareness of her body as the sensations in her cunt peaked and then subsided. She was aware that her master now stood beside her, with two fingers motionless in her wet pussy, her weight supported by his other hand as she slumped back, held upright only by the bonds around her wrists and legs. Her back ached horribly and stung like needles imbedded in her soft bare skin.

Coyote kissed his sweating panting slave on her shoulder, still looking at her marred back. He touched one of the red welts that stood out from her pink abraded skin and slowly traced the line his whip had left.

To Raven’s back it was as if the whip caressed her again, somehow gentle and excruciating at the same time. She opened her mouth to cry out as she wrestled with the pain in her back, her master’s lips softly pressed her shoulder and his fingers resuming their gentle massage inside that part of her that was solely his. That thought, that her cunt was solely Coyote’s, that her suffering pleased him, pleased enough to finger her and allow her to come pushed her over that edge again. As she came again, she cried out and tried to close her legs over her master’s hand, the words echoed in her mind. “I please my master…I please my master.”

Coyote’s every sense was involved in his slave. The pink flush of her perfect skin, the expression on her beautiful face, the soft cries that escaped her throat, the wet sucking sounds of his fingers in her cunt, the warmth of her skin, her wetness escaping around his fingers into his palm, the smell of her skin and of her arousal, the taste of her skin. These senses assaulted Coyote and as he reached around the post to the ring and freed her legs from the leather straps, he lost the struggle against his own lusts.


 …continues in “The Post” – part 3 – coming soon


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