I’m a 50 year old single white male earning somewhere in the neighborhood of $200,000.00 per year from a few good investments I made years ago.  I live alone in a very comfortable 4 bedroom rustic log cabin that is situated high on a bluff overlooking one of the most beautiful rivers in this part of the country. I own several classic cars, a stable full of racehorses and a Cadillac Escalade that I drive on a daily basis. I also have a secret that until recently I had taken great pains to conceal from the rest of the world. That secret I have decided to reveal in this manner.  I,  a successful businessman and  a leading citizen (even if I do say so myself), have been addicted to masturbation for the past 30 years. Not only masturbation, but masturbation while wearing women’s lingerie, stockings and shoes and exhibiting myself publicly, yet discreetly, as I play nasty games with my turned on body.  A fact that I don’t anticipate changing anytime soon.  Especially now that I have finally found the woman of my dreams. The woman who has given me the courage to come out of the shadows and openly, if not proudly, admit to the world that I am nothing more than her personal Sissy Jerk-Off Boy and my sole purpose is to masturbate for her whenever and however she wishes while dressed, or undressed, in whatever she directs.  Be it lingerie or leather.  For she is my Queen, my Goddess, my Mistress.  She is my Masturbatrix.

It’s still sometimes difficult for me to believe that only two short weeks ago I was still living that bleak existence that I’d lived for such a long, long time. Going about my day wearing my $800.00 suits with my nose in the air and with that ridiculous snobbish attitude I was perhaps the world’s biggest hypocrite. After my day of acting as if I was somehow better than everyone else I’d, at last, head to my favorite eatery to pick up something for my supper. Then with bundles getting cold in the passenger’s seat I’d start for home.

Typically I’d only make it about six blocks to the mostly deserted parking lot of an old bankrupt grocery. I’d discovered an excellent parking spot there toward the back of the old building where neither me nor my vehicle could be seen.  Here I would shed the stresses of the day as I shed my stiff business suit  and put on the silky feminine attire I’d had hidden in my auto’s storage compartment all day.  It’s hard to describe the combined feelings of relief, exuberance and arousal that washed over me the instant  I’d slide my feet into the leg holes of my pretty panties and slowly pull them up my shaved legs. Or, while I meticulously rolled a pair of expensive nylon stockings on and connected them to my sexy garter straps. I loved it. I truly loved everything about it. The  smooth, slick  feeling of the material hugging my body.  The excitement of  changing  out of my street clothes here in this open, somewhat hidden, but still public place. Driving home in only my lingerie, nearly naked, and above all, playing with my beautiful hard cock that would threaten to rip through the crotch panel of my tiny panties as I’d slip my feet into the beautiful and sexy feminine footwear I’d chosen for the day,  and lay my man clothes on the back seat.
On the day that changed my life I was clad in a pink satin corset with white trim at the boning, white lace garter belt, pink bikini panties, white stockings and black high heeled sandals.  No bra as I was afraid  if I wore a bra it could be too easily seen by the occupants of the other vehicles. Besides, my nipples are extremely sensitive and I love teasing and toying with them.  They tingle so much when I’m aroused that they’re nothing more than hard little pebbles begging for my touch.  Just rubbing them lightly with my open palms never fails to cause a steady flow of pre-cum to begin spilling from my cock and almost always is the catalyst for another one of my multiple masturbations during the course of any given day, afternoon, evening or night.  As a matter of fact, it was just that very thing that caused me to first meet and experience my now Masturbatrix.

I had just finished changing at my parking lot spot and was leaving, backing my Escalade out of my perceived seclusion when in my rearview I saw her standing directly behind me, blocking my only way out.  She was dressed in boots, black fish net stockings, short blue jean cut offs and a tight halter, on the front of which was emblazoned “BITCH” in bold pink letters. Her face and figure appeared to be quite stunning from what I could see in the mirror.  On the ground beside her sat a black overnight type bag and in her hand was an envelope of some sort that she kept slapping against her thigh as she stood staring back at me in my mirror.  She was obviously waiting for me to stop my vehicle.  I supposed so she could approach my driver’s side window because when I did, she did.   My excitement at being actually seen dressed as I was by this beautiful, strange, woman made my cock swell to extreme proportions.  In spite of my combined feeling of fear at her reaction and the excitement of being seen, I was also decidedly turned on and couldn’t resist my urge to lightly brush my rock hard nipples with my palms before she arrived at my window.  The feeling was like no other before it in intensity and stimulation and I was suddenly and unexpectedly cumming.  Hot white ropes of sticky sperm erupted from my hard cock and soaked the crotch of my panties.  An ever increasingly large circle spread from the top of the tent my jerking erection was causing , soaking the tiny garment more and more completely with each passing second.   My throbbing erection was also causing the panties’ delicate waistband to be pulled away from my body which left a clear and unobstructed view of my cleanly shaven abdomen and the root of my thick, wet cock.

Glancing in my rearview mirror it was obvious there was no time to clean up or even hide my mess.  I was blushing bright red, out of breath, mortified and strangely satisfied when she arrived at my driver’s window and stepped up close.  I was too embarrassed to look at her as I imagined all that she must be seeing right then.  Her loud knock on the window glass caused me to turn my eyes her way however, and when I did I saw that she wasn’t looking at me either.  Well, I mean she was looking at me, but just not at my face.  Her intent stare was firmly locked on my crotch and everything there was to see down there.  My nylon encased legs, my tiny pink panties with their load of fresh cum, my still jerking hard-on and my meticulously clean shaven body.  As if in some sort of hypnotic trance she motioned for me to roll down my window with her thumb, never glancing away from her focal point on my crotch for a second.

I hesitatingly complied to some extent and lowered the glass between us about 6 inches.  “Do you like it?” I boldly asked.  Her eyes remained on my hard on as she answered that she’d seen it all before.  “I just never knew you were so big,”  she added, finally raising her eyes to meet mine. “You’re a kinky little rich boy aren’t you Darlin’.” she said smiling as she passed the envelope she was carrying in to me through my lowered window.

Cautiously I took it from her and opened it.  Inside I found an extensive photo documentation of none other than me in various stages of dress and undress as I was changing from my business suits into my lingerie here in my “secret and secluded” spot.  There were photos from as far back as six months and spanning what appeared to be each and every visit I’d made here—which were numerous.  So that’s what she’s up to, I thought. Blackmail!  “I think maybe you’d better get in,” I said calmly.  “Yes,  so do I,” she smiled and promptly circled my vehicle to climb into my passenger’s seat.  I barely had time to transfer my supper bags into the back floorboard before she was sitting there staring at me.

We both just sat for a very long moment eyeing each other.  She obviously taking in my naked body clad in the feminine attire, and me attempting to overcome my shock and embarrassment at her substantial beauty, which I  slowly admired from head to toe and back.  “So,” she said looking me in the eyes.  “You like the pictures?”  Picking up the stack from my console between us I slowly looked through them again before putting them back in the envelope and tossing them in her lap.  “How much?” I asked, contempt dripping from my voice.  Or, at least as much contempt as I could manage considering my situation.

“How much what?” she asked, her eyes open wide in mock surprise. “Money!” I loudly responded.  “How much money do you want to make you and your pictures go away forever?”  Removing the pictures from the envelope she began slowly looking at them one at a time, a broad smile on her face that she renewed with each consecutive print.  “Money?” she finally asked.  “I don’t want money.  And, I’m insulted that you’d think a monetary value could be put on all of my hard work.” she concluded, laying the pictures in her lap and raising her eyes to mine.  “No,” she continued “I’ve got something else in mind entirely.”  Then added, “My, but you do love to play dress up. Don’t you?”  She didn’t wait for my answer.  “Well, of course you do,” she quickly went on…..  “Just look at how wet and sticky your little panties are.  You really should be punished for that you know?” Then again looked into my eyes and smiled.  “And I plan to be the one who administers that punishment,” she trailed off into a near whisper and I had to struggle to hear what she’d said.  ‘What audacity’, I thought.

“First of all,” I began, “my personal behavior is really none of your business.  And secondly, Just what will it take to get rid of you!”  I covered my now shrinking cock with both hands and gave her a hard stare directly into her big brown eyes.

“Well,” she started calmly, “It’s like this,……. You can’t!   You see I lost my job about six months ago and since then I’ve been struggling to keep up with my rent and bills.  To say nothing of my social life falling into total ruin,……….Then one day when I was almost at my wits end I happened to look out of my bedroom window and what did I see but you, one of the upper crust of our little society, hiding behind this old building acting real suspicious.  Needless to say, you captured my attention.   So I started to seriously watch you then.  I saw you look around to see if anyone could see you.  You didn’t see me, but I saw you when you started to take off all of your clothes.  Now,  a fire couldn’t of kept me from watching, and I even decided to go one better as I hurried and got my camera from my dresser drawer getting back to my window just in time to see you putting on women’s lingerie.  That’s when I started taking pictures.  I didn’t know what I would do with them yet, but I figured something would come to me sooner or later.  And, as you’ll soon find out, it did.  Also, I discovered I got very turned on whenever I watched your little show and so I started watching for you to come back.  When you did, I took more pictures.  Only now I was taking my clothes off when you showed up as well, and taking my pictures with one hand while I played with myself with the other.  Your little performances really made me hot and I could hardly wait each time to get the film developed and the pictures back so I could masturbate looking at them and fantasize about having a rich boy like you as my personal, sissy slave.  That’s when I said to myself…”Why Not?” and worked out this idea that would solve all of my problems.  You wanna hear what it is?” she asked looking at me with that same smile.

I was more than a little afraid to hear what her devious mind had conjured up, but I had no choice.  “Yes, of course I do,” I said with as much bravado as I had in me at that moment.  “Tell me……What’s your great big idea?”

“OH!  It’s no longer an idea, you understand.” she told me in earnest. “Now it’s a plan.”  She sat for a moment to let her statement soak in then continued.  “Now here’s what’s going to happen.  You’re going to take me home to live with you in your house.  Expense free.”  I started to protest but she stopped me saying;  “Before you tell me some lie like you’re married or something else as ridiculous you should know that I’ve done my homework on you and probably know more about you than your mother does, ……….so you just sit there quietly and listen.  Okay?”  She sounded so authoritative and stern that I was mesmerized, and meekly shrank back into my seat and did as I was told.

“As I was saying,” she continued.  “I’m coming to live with you at your house at no cost to me.  You will see to all my needs such as food and clothing and you will provide me with any money I ask for.  As for you, You’ll be expected to dress and behave as I instruct, to be at my disposal whenever I call,  (Night or day, morning, noon, evening  or midnight) and to serve me in all ways.  In other words, you are to become my personal slave in every possible way.    Any indiscretion will be cause to suffer my punishment.  And, to avoid the personal embarrassment you’d have to endure if these pictures ever got out, you WILL comply with everything.  You are to start immediately.  Do you understand?”  When I started to speak and respond she quickly leaned across my console and delivered a stinging slap across my face.  “Did I give you permission to speak?” she questioned sternly.  When I again started to respond she slapped me again…………harder.  I meekly lowered my eyes and, rubbing my stinging cheek, slowly shook my head to indicate that NO, I hadn’t received her permission to speak.

“That’s more like it,” she said, gloating.  Then continuing she said; “You will always refer to me as Mistress or Madam…….That is, of course, when I allow you to speak.  Otherwise you will only listen and obey.  Just like you’re doing now.  Do you understand, slave?” she asked with a smirk. This time however I immediately nodded, but barely heard the question as my mind was going at least a hundred miles an hour considering the possibilities her proposal would offer me.  I’d often thought and fantasized about what it would be like to serve a dominant woman as her sissy slave. Being ordered to perform every nasty notion that she conceived,  being forced to dress in lingerie when in her presence.  Perhaps being commanded to perform kinky masturbation demonstrations for her pleasure while using my tongue to bring her to orgasm after orgasm.  I needed to talk to her about it, to reach a mutual understanding with her, to impress upon her the importance of allowing me to fulfill my secret kinks and needs and implement them into my service of her.  I just knew that if I could express my side we could come to a mutually satisfying solution in which both of us could have our needs well met.  I just needed the opportunity to speak to her.  That’s all.

I knew that she had continued to talk to me about how she felt I should behave, but I really had no idea what she had said, exactly.  I wasn’t particularly concerned about it either, since I knew without doubt that if I wanted it I could easily have her disposed of without anybody being the wiser. For the moment however I decided to let her believe she was getting her way and she had me over a barrel.  Perhaps she might prove to be an entertaining distraction for awhile, I thought.  It was surely worth a try anyway.  It was this logic that made me decide not to make any demands on her as to what it would take to satisfy me and therefore make me happy to continue in her perceived BDSM relationship.  Let’s just see what she comes up with on her own, I thought.  No need to give her any ideas.  Maybe she’ll even make me happy on her own.

“So are you ready to obey me now?” I heard her ask me when I again tuned into her words.  I nodded.  “Wonderful,” she exclaimed.  “Show me your cock, slave,” was her first commanded.  Immediately I stretched the waistband of my panties down under my balls and quickly brought my hands back up out of the way in order to present her with an unobstructed and clear view of my, once again, hardening cock.  Just as she had requested.

“Make it hard,” was her next order, and I instantly began to jerk myself like I’d done so many times before, soon coaxing my cock to another full erection for her.  “Nice,” she complimented me.  “Now take those panties off,”  she told me next.  “I want to watch you play with your asshole too………….With this!” she added, and pulled a large cock shaped vibrator from the bag she’d brought.  As I followed her order and pulled the tight, cum soaked panties down my hairless legs and over my feet I watched her suck the entire vibe into her mouth and down her throat, leaving a thick coating of saliva on it before handing it to me.  Although I did enjoy playing with my ass occasionally and had used butt plugs in the past, I’d never tried anything as big or as long as the vibrating dildo she was now holding.  The uncertainty I felt must’ve shown on my face because, ( I didn’t even know her name), took one look at me and said; “Oh don’t worry about it.  It’ll fit alright.  Just relax and let your asshole stretch around it………..Of course,” she continued, “if you don’t think you can get it in,…….I can do it for you.”  That was all the encouragement I needed and set my mind and asshole to doing it or bust, (not literally I hoped).

Taking the oversized rubber cock from her I slid my ass to the very edge of my seat to allow me to get to my asshole unobstructed and holding the vibe in my right hand pushed it’s head between my cheeks.  I spread my legs as far apart as I could as I massaged the rim of my asshole with the soft tip of the dildo and lined it up for the grand entry.  Gritting my teeth and holding my breath I then began slowly pushing inward with both hands holding the vibe by it’s base, and to my relief felt the head open my rear hole and pop past my sphincter and into my ass canal.  It hurt a little, but nothing I couldn’t stand, so I consciously told myself to keep my asshole relaxed and resumed pushing with my hands, causing the dildo to slip deeper and deeper, an inch at a time.  Finally, after allot of concentration on my part to keep my asshole relaxed in spite of it being stretched beyond all previous limits, I felt my hands come in contact with my spread asscheeks and my fingers holding the dildo felt the stretched rim of my invaded hole.

Taking a few deep breaths and again concentrating on keeping my ass relaxed, I began a slow but steady in and out motion, fucking myself in the deepest realms of my anal canal and allowing myself to get accustomed to the sensations.  “He-He-He!” My future Masturbatrix squealed and clapped her hands together.  “I knew you could do it.  See?  I told you……..Now turn towards me so I can watch you fuck yourself with it!”

Struggling to hold the thing in my ass, I twisted my body around to face her.  Placing my right foot on top of her seat and pressing my toes against her headrest, I leaned back against my door and rocked my hips upward until she had a clear and unobstructed view straight at my asshole and the monster dildo that was fucking it.  By this time I’d gotten rather used to the stretched state of my butt, either that or I’d become numb back there as it was somewhat easier to saw the vibe’s girth in and out.  With less resistance I could maneuver the thing with one hand, so taking a firm grip of it’s base with my left hand, I let go with my right so I could return to stroking my amazingly hard and incredibly needful cock.  My one girl audience seemed pleased with my move and stopped massaging the wet spot between the legs of her shorts to very quickly unfasten the buttons holding them closed and shove them down her shapely, tanned thighs and past her knees.  Moaning encouragement to me she began a vicious assault on her neatly trimmed and newly exposed pink pussy with both of her slender hands.

Watching her as she publicly played with her wet cunt combined with the incredible sensations I was experiencing through the simultaneous stimulation of both my ass and my cock was seriously speeding me toward a very powerful orgasm and one I knew I couldn’t keep from happening – even if I wanted to.  I did, however, want to hold out at least until my masturbation mate had achieved her own orgasm, perhaps even cumming together in a mutual explosion of ecstasy.  That wasn’t going to be an easy task though.  Not unless I either backed off of my own play or found a way to speed her up—So….I decided to try to do both.

Taking notice of how totally she was being consumed by her lust I decided to take my chances and try to get away with some hot, verbal encouragement of her, in an attempt to build her excitement to the boiling point, hopefully propelling her past her orgasm’s point of no return.  As for myself I had eased back on my cock stroking considerably and was now doing more imitation stroking to keep up appearances than the real thing. By gripping my cock at it’s base with my pinkie finger and the heel of my hand I’d managed to turn my own orgasm fires down for the moment, which gave me be just enough time to turn her up………..I hoped!

Beginning with a lustful groan and a softly moaned compliment to my lovely companion acknowledging her ingenious plan to survive on my money and telling her how incredibly stretched and stuffed my ass felt I rolled my hips a little higher so I’d capture her attention for the upcoming visual portion of my quest.  I had pulled the thing about 3 quarters of the way out of me when I saw her eyes lock on the action.  I didn’t waste a split second before adding my narrative to it.

“My Mistress loves to see how her huge cock stretches her bitch’s man cunt.  Doesn’t she?”  I moaned through gritted teeth.  “OOooooooo!” was her only response, but it was enough to encourage me into continuing.  “Oh God!” I cried as I started shoving it back in.  “It’s so fucking big and thick.” I was giving an Oscar winning performance as I tightened the muscles in my arm and gave her the impression that it was taking everything I had just to be able to force the monster sized rubber cock back into my asshole when in reality it was taking all I had just to be able to keep my asshole from sucking it back in of it’s own accord.

Suddenly, with about two thirds of her dildo wedged up my ass it stopped with a jerk, my rectal muscles refusing to let it proceed any further in any direction.  “Umphhhhhhhhh!” I groaned as I used all the force of my left arm to push it in another inch.  Letting go of my, once again, very excited cock I leaned forward so I was able to reach between my legs with both hands.  Gripping the dildo’s base with my fingers interlaced I groaned, “Nooooooooo!………….I wanted to take it all for my Mistress! Umphhhhhhhhh,” I grunted again as I managed to push a little more rubber into my ass.  Her eyes were nearly glazed over as she stared hypnotized at me feeding inch after agonizing inch of the ball bat sized phallus into my aching anal canal.  I took immediate advantage of it.

“Oh yes!  Look at it Mistress,”  I groaned  “Look how your slave bitch hurts her ass for you………….Watch me push it all the way in for you my Beautiful Mistress!…………..Watch how far it stretches my poor asshole, Mistress!”  I groaned a little louder, but this time it was for a different reason.  In my determination to achieve success with implanting the dildo in my ass I kept leaning my upper body closer and closer to my crotch for more and more leverage.  However, on my last lean my very excited, turgid cock had come in contact with the slick satin of my corset causing my cock to jerk and jump for joy and me to raise the volume of my voice suddenly.  A few quick practice humps with my hips and I knew I was onto something.

My actions became almost animated as I began furiously humping my hips up and down while pulling myself up with my hands on the dildo and thusly putting greater and greater pressure against my cock as it frantically fucked up against the folds in my satin corset and simultaneously pushing the dildo steadily inward toward total insertion.

Mistress’s orgasm was progressing right on schedule as was evidenced by what began as a low moan deep in her toes and was now to a much louder level straight from her pussy and also by the way she was now assaulting her clit with such force I was afraid she might tear it off.  With her other hand she was literally pounding four fingers into her gaping cunt hole and doing it so forcefully each down stroke that she made caused a loud slapping sound when the heel of her hand made contact with her saturated cunt lips.

As her moans continued to crescendo and her smell of arousal permeated the air in my Escalade with it’s heady thickness, I felt as if I was about to lose my mind to the extremities of my arousal.  I could feel my own saliva slowly cascading down my chest as it flowed from my drooling mouth. I was hunching my cock against my corset now in short, rapid jerks as I hung sexually suspended on the verge of a climax that was already taking my breath away.  All I needed was one final push.  To catch my cock on the right fold.  To tweak  my stone hard nipples with the right twist or pinch or pull.  I was desperate for any one of the vast array of stimulation it would take to send me over the edge of ecstasy, when Mistress suddenly provided it for me.

“OH GOD!…….OH GOD!…….OH GODAMN!” she shouted at the top of her lungs when the first waves of her own orgasm washed over her.  As she began to convulse wildly in my passenger’s seat I gave a Herculean effort to pull myself up one last time and when I did the added pressure exerted by my hands on the base of the dildo caused it to slip and it’s final few  inches buried firmly and flush into my stretched asshole.  That was the final straw, and I was suddenly cumming.  Long ropes of my white, hot semen flew randomly through the cab of my Caddy sticking to everything it came in contact with, yet still it showed no signs of slowing.  I came for what I’m positive was at least a full minute, my cock pumping out gob upon heavy gob of thick white cum that both soaked and exhausted me.

Sweat  rolled down my flushed face in rivers as every muscle in my spent body quivered and spasm.  My cock still swelled and jerked as if still ejaculating cum, although my balls had given up the last of their supply and now hung loosely atop the dildo that was still in my ass. Through foggy eyes I at last focused on my new Mistress, still gasping for breath in the passenger’s seat.  “Thank you, Mistress,” I said in between breaths.  “That was the most incredibly amazing orgasm I’ve ever experienced.  She smiled and wagged the index finger of her right hand at me until she could speak.

“I thought I told you not to speak,” she admonished, a good natured tone in her voice.  “Now pull that cock out of your ass and get busy cleaning up this mess …………with your tongue,” she commanded.  “Me first!” she said while lifting my console up into it’s place in my seatback and indicating by a sweep of her hand exactly where she wanted me.

Moving as quickly as I could I eased the monstrous cock from my sore asshole with a final pop and turned to lay my head in her lap and began tonguing up her abundant overflow of love juices smeared over her thighs before concentrating my attentions on thoroughly cleaning her succulent cunt.  When I had licked her to a renewed state of arousal she took a handful of my hair and pulled my face from between her legs.

“That’ll do for now, slave,” she said in earnest.  “Now lick up your mess and drive us home…………quickly,” she added scooping up a finger full of my cum from the seat and feeding it to me.  This time I happily did exactly as I was told.

Since then She has completely redone my wardrobe with a vast array of beautiful lingerie that I am required to wear at all times.  When in the house it is the only thing I wear and when outside at my business I wear it under my suits.  I’m also required to always wear one of the many cock and ball harnesses She has given me, no matter when or where I am or what I am doing.  She has proved incredibly ingenious at inventing new and different ways for me to masturbate for her as well as unique and exciting ways to feed my need for exhibitionism.  We often host parties for other couples of like minded persuasion where us jerky boys take turns either serving the Mistresses or we are stationed at various locations around the house to stand and masturbate for everyone’s entertainment.  Of course we are also required to be of sexual service to whoever has received permission from our individual Mistresses for us to do so.

All in all, I am the happiest I have ever been and with any luck Mistress Natalie (I found out what her name is) will remain with me forever.

…………..Oh yes! As for those pictures.  They are now each beautifully custom framed and hang proudly on the walls of our plushy furnished play room for all to see.  And,  I am extremely proud of each and every one of them.  “Thank you Mistress Natalie!  From the bottom of my wonderfully sore cock! You are truly my all time best fantasy come to life.”

– The End –

Everybody stared at the two gorgeous blonde women strolling casually along the beach.  Not because they were holding hands. It’s not that unusual for women to hold hands when they’re walking together, especially when they’re friends, or — like these two — sisters.  Not because they were beautiful.  Though they were beautiful — both in their early twenties, skin so tight and smooth, taught bellies, breasts high and firm, with just a hint of a jiggle as they walked.  Not even because they were rich and famous.  Though they were rich — and, therefore, at least just a little bit famous.
No, it was because they were twins.  Identical, in every feature. Their hair, their eyes, the shapes of their bodies.  They even walked in unison — left foot, a bit of a pause, right foot, a tilt of the hips.  Dressed in identical thongs — bottoms only, as this was a tops-optional beach on the Mediterranean — just little wisps of shimmering, sky blue cloth.  They presented such a perfect double image that some people who wore glasses, took them off and checked, to make sure nothing was out of alignment.
Yet there was something…  Was the one twin’s thong just a little bit tighter?  Outlining the lips of her barely-hidden pussy just a little more than her sister’s?  Her gaze, a little more straight-ahead and unfocused? — while her sister’s attention wandered from the warm ocean, to the sand, to the people ahead, to the children playing, to her twin’s face, then out to the horizon.
With twins, they say, there is always a dominant one — the leader, that the other twin goes along with, agrees to, matches.  Often, it’s the firstborn of the two — but not always.  With Cindy and Linda, this was true — but not for the usual reasons.

They continued their walk, at a leisurely pace, the late afternoon sun at their backs.  With every step, Cindy’s tight thong tugged on the hidden circlet that ringed her clitoris.  Left foot, a bit of a pause, right foot, a tilt of the hips.  Tug… pause… tug… a rub against the cloth of her thong.  So gentle.  So impossible to ignore.  The little marble sewn into the inside of the back of her thong pressed against her anus, teasing with every step.  Tap, a bit of a pause, tap, glide. So impossible to think.  Just follow her sister Linda’s steps, let her hand gently guide their direction.  The shimmering blue cloth disguised the spot of wetness continually dribbling from her pussy. Her nipples were taut, jutting out, continually aching.  So were Linda’s nipples — but the cause was different.
Linda guided her twin as they walked along the edge of the water, listening to the barely-suppressed panting that was Cindy’s breathing. She knew that with every step, every shift of position, Cindy was being stimulated repeatedly, relentlessly.  Linda looked around, enjoying the delightful view of the sky, the ocean, the nearly-naked bodies — many beautiful, many not so beautiful.  She knew people stared at them.  It excited her.  Even more exciting that they had no idea of the power she held over Cindy.  The power they agreed would last a year.  And that year was coming to an end.
They reached the gate to the private stairway, leading up to their beach house.  Linda let go of Cindy’s hand, and unhooked the tiny key ring attached to the right strap of her own thong.  She opened the gate, led the panting Cindy through, then closed and locked the gate. Step by gentle step, they ascended the long stairway, all of wood painted a light blue, but weathered by years in the sun and wind.  At the top, Linda unlocked the door, again led Cindy through, closed and locked the door.
Once inside, Cindy immediately dropped to the floor on her hands and knees, and crawled alongside her sister.  Her eyes were still unfocused, her mind barely aware of where she was — only that she was next to her sister.  Her mistress.  Her owner.
Poor little rich girls, Cindy and Linda.  Daddy passed away when they were only two, not even a memory in their heads, known only by his appearance in the family photos, and the big portrait hanging over the fireplace mantle back home, in the family mansion.  Mama had no time for them, being always away on some trip, whether for one of her many charitable causes or just on a vacation.  Taking babies along would have been inconvenient.  And by the time the girls were older, Mama had not acquired the habit of thinking about them as traveling companions. Raised by nannies, educated at boarding schools, as the girls entered adulthood they were entirely independent of all family ties.  Except, of course, money.  Something they never had to worry about.
Finding something interesting to do — that was another matter.
They had played little “follow the leader” games all their lives. Somewhere along the line, as emerging grown-ups, the games became subtly more and more sexual.  Going out with boys — or girls — and switching dates.  Daring each other to push the envelope just a little bit farther, try more outlandish things.  Each watching the other having sex, in a hotel or car. Exchanging partners.  Playing with each other, while their dates watched, or screwed them from behind. Some experiments with bondage and discipline.  With hypnosis, mind control. They both decided they liked that — a lot.  They played little dominance games with each other more and more. Sometimes Cindy was the mistress, sometimes Linda.
Then they hit on the idea of “the agreement.”
For one year, one of them would be the dominant partner, the other the submissive.  For a full twelve months, one of them would be mistress, the other slave.  At the end of the year, they would switch.  A game of “spin the dildo” decided that they would start out with Cindy as the slave, Linda as the mistress.
Today was the anniversary.  The last day of the year.  Time to exchange places.

Linda led Cindy to her usual “slave cell” — the shower stall in the bathroom.  “Stand up,” Linda said.  Still not quite sure where she was, Cindy stood, and let Linda guide her through the door of the stall, and position her facing the shower head.  Linda lifted Cindy’s left arm above her head, and attached the wrist cuff that dangled from a chain in the ceiling, then did the same with her right arm.  Then she reached inside Cindy’s thong, and unhooked the clit circlet from the string that attached it to the swimsuit.  Cindy’s legs shook with the brief stimulation of her clit.  Linda gently tugged the thong down Cindy’s long, smooth legs.  A tap of Linda’s finger to the back of Cindy’s left knee signaled Cindy to lift her foot, so Linda could pull the suit off that leg, and then a tap to her foot made the slave set her foot down again. Repeating with the right leg, Linda removed Cindy’s thong, and set it aside on the counter top.  A tap to the inside of each thigh signaled Cindy to shift her stance, so her legs were spread in a wide inverted “V”, allowing Linda to attach the ankle cuffs to the slave’s legs.  Linda then walked out of the bathroom, leaving Cindy chained in the shower stall.
The bathroom held many ways for Linda to play with her slave.  Racks of dildos, in a variety of sizes, shapes, and degrees of “bumpiness.”  An enema bag — a very large one — with a long tube, and a collection of nozzles, also in various sizes.  Scented oils and lubricants for the skin.  Special lubricants for the vagina, the rectum — some with stimulating or aphrodisiac qualities.  That was the “low tech” part.
There was a waterproof TV screen in the wall, directly in front of Cindy’s eyes.  In a few moments, it came to life, with Linda’s face looking out at Cindy.  The camera and a small control station were in the living room of the beach house, next to a big TV where Linda could watch her sister from a dozen different angles, through cameras all over inside the bathroom.
“Pee,” Linda commanded.  The sound of her voice penetrated the fog that engulfed Cindy’s mind, and she mindlessly released everything inside her bladder.  As soon as Cindy was finished, Linda pressed a control on her console, and the shower came on, rinsing Cindy down with a gentle spray of water at body temperature.  Another touch of a control, and the spray stopped.
“Slave Cindy,” Linda said.  “Slave Cindy… slave Cindy… slave Cindy…”  Those words always triggered Cindy to go deeper and deeper into hypnosis, enslaved to Linda’s voice, wiping all thoughts from her mind.  “That’s right… feel your mind going…  You’re so horny, aren’t you, Cindy?  Say yes.”
Cindy was so deep, she couldn’t even answer without a direct command to do so. “Yes,” she said.  Linda watched through a waist-high camera as Cindy’s hips bucked forward.  She pressed another control, and a well-aimed jet of water briefly shot out of the wall, directly at Cindy’s clit.  The slave shuddered, her knees buckling slightly.
“It’s been almost a year, slave Cindy… slave Cindy… slave Cindy…” Linda intoned. She pressed another control, and little blasts of air played over Cindy’s breasts, caressing her nipples.  “And I’ve been preparing you,” Linda said.  “How long has it been, since I last let you cum?  Do you even remember?  How long?  Try to tell me.”
It was so hard for Cindy to think.  She wanted to cum, so badly. Constantly stroked, stimulated, brainwashed, she could feel herself always on the brink, right there at the edge.  Another jet of air, this time aimed at her clit, coincided with Linda’s repeated command, “How long?”
“A week?” Cindy murmured.  So hard to form the words.  Her thoughts were so fuzzy, she was not entirely sure what a week was.  It was all that she could bring to mind.
“Six weeks,” replied Linda.  “Six long weeks, I’ve been playing with you.  Preparing you for this day.  Having you lick ME to orgasm… orgasm… orgasm…”
Cindy pulled at the wrist cuffs, helplessly stimulated by the trigger word, still unable to cross over that edge.
“Over and over and over again,” Linda continued, watching Cindy’s face grimace with unsatisfied lust. “While you could not cum… you cannot cum… you cannot cum…”  Linda smiled, as Cindy’s shivering combined with her bucking hips into a delightful erotic dance.  “Today is the final day, where I am mistress and you are slave.  Remember our agreement?  Nod your head.”
Cindy’s head nodded.  She wasn’t sure why.  Had she been asked a question?
“But if I’m not your mistress, I won’t be able to command you to cum,” Linda cajoled. Through a camera at face height, Linda could see Cindy’s jaw drop, and her eyes go wide.  “If I’m not your mistress, I won’t allow you to cum.”

Linda could see Cindy’s lips mouthing the words, “No… no… no…,” although no sounds came out.  A pretty extreme reaction, considering that Cindy’s conditioning had made it almost impossible for her to say the “N” word!
“If you agree to let me be your mistress for another year, I will let you cum,” Linda said.  “I will let you cum and cum and cum!  Would you like that, Cindy?”  Now Linda waited.  Not even a command to say yes — just to see how intense her slave’s desire was.
Cindy nodded her head, eyes wide and pleading — actually staring at the TV screen like she was aware of it!
“Then you must agree.  Will you let me be your mistress for another year, Cindy?  If you say yes, I will let you cum.”  Again, Linda waited.  The final test.
Cindy’s mouth worked open and closed for a few moments.  So hard to think. So hard to answer, without being commanded to answer.  She hung, slackly, from her wrist cuffs, all energy directed at trying to speak. The first syllable came out soundlessly.  She gulped, and finally, plaintively, Cindy managed to answer, “Yes, please be my mistress!”
“Cum!” Linda immediately commanded.  “Cum now! Cum, slave Cindy!  Cum! Cum!  Cum!”
On each command, Cindy’s body clenched, as the waves of her orgasms took over, rolling from deep inside her belly, outward through her torso, arms, and legs. All the chains pulled tight as her muscles yanked them taut, drawing them to their limits.  Her clit swelled inside the circlet — pulsing, pulsing, pulsing — and her cunt spilled juices down her legs and onto the shower floor.  She continued to hear Linda’s voice commanding her to “cum… cum… cum…” — unaware that it was now a recording that Linda had started, so she was free to walk to the kitchen, make a cup of tea, and return to the living room to watch her sister quaking in the throes of repeating, intense orgasms.
Linda sat down on the sofa, legs crossed — so she could squeeze them together and gently stimulate her own clit — and sipped her tea, enjoying the little moans coming from the TV speakers. She wondered if Cindy had any realization how many years it had been, since they first made their agreement.
That she had agreed again, and again, to be the slave for one more year?
Year after year.
One year at a time.

– The End –

“Here’s our really big server room with all the blinking lights and Proliants!”, I explained to him as he followed me into the room.

“Here’s the PBX as well,” I walked over to it, hit a few keys, and we hear a dial tone.
“Sweet!,” he said.
“Anyways, I godda find some RJ-45 for this guy, then I’m SOO outta here!”
I walked over to the shelves where boxes upon boxes of supplies were stacked. I bent down and rummaged though the boxes on the floor because I couln’t find any on the shelves.
I suddenly felt hands over my eyes and I laughed, then jumped a bit as he nibbled my neck from behind, followed by a very low almost inaudible growl.
I pressed my back against him and his arms embraced me from behind, pulling me even closer.
I purred and wrapped my arms around his, hugging myself. We stood there for a few moments, listening to the sound of each other breathing heavily..
He broke the silence and whirled me around, so I was now facing him. He kissed my neck, and trailed his tongue down one side of the V-neck of my cardigan.
He picked me up and placed me gently on the side of the table, pushing the boxes out of the way.
He had stopped seducing me for the moment and was rooting around in the boxes, looking for something.
This went on for a few minutes, when I heard a cry of “A-HA!”. I looked up to see what it was that he had found, but he had hidden it behind his back.
With one hand holding the mysterious object, and one hand gently pulling me towards the server racks…

I followed him and he whirled me around again….facing him…
He looked deep into my eyes, and I growled back a response, he tilted my face up and licked my lips, then I broke away from him and nibbled his lower jaw.
I felt his hand on my theigh…slowly making it’s way up to my crotch through my jean skirt. I softly moaned…….
He gently nudged me back against an empty Compaq server rack and took the object he was holding out from behind his back.
It was RJ-45 cable…which he took first my left hand and tied it to the rack, then the other hand got tied to the rack as well.
I stood there, immobile, with my legs spread, and glaced around the room, then at the door, hoping noone would card in and find us.
He leaned into me and nibbled on my earlobe…growling all the while..I growled back at him, hungrily.
He then moved down to my cardigan and undid only a few buttons so he could lick my breasts through my bra.
At that point, I was ready to break the bonds and ravish him..but I couln’t move…so I moaned instead.
He moved down my body and stopped at my jean skirt..he pulled at the edge of it with his hand.. and it came undone and fell to the floor.
He looked up at me and smiled..”No underwear again?”
“No,” I replied…”I was feeling frisky this morning.”
He looked back down at my crotch and parted my legs a bit more…he then proceeded to lick my left theigh all the way up to my clit.
I shivered and grasped at air…
“mmmmm…you still taste good…”, he managed to mumble between licks..

I felt his tougue teasing my clit and then sucking on it..that was the best part of it.
I then felt his tongue being pushed inside me…licking around the edges ..and then being pushed back inside..I dribbled a bit on his tongue..
I moaned loudly and almost screamed as he licked up to suck on my clit again..
He repeated the sucking and licking a few more times, then as he licked up to tease my clit..I screamed and pushed myself against him very hard..
I felt myself climaxing and I came all over him….my body shook…I was panting hard…and was making wimpery moaning sounds..
He licked all over my crotch and my theighs…like a cat lapping up milk…
He kissed his way up my body and rested his head on my shoulder…then undid my bonds and I collasped into his embrace..shaking still..
We stood there and held each other…then he looked at the door panicked…
I moved out of his embrace and picked up my dress and put it back on…he held me again and rubbed his nose against my neck..
We heard a click as someone carded into the server room and I moved out of his embrace.
I redirected the person that carded into the room to the PBX as he undid the bonds on the rack and hid them in his pockets.
After seeing that they were gone, we left the room..heading for my apartment…for much wilder pursuits…

– The End –

I awoke to the sound of static on a black, snow-covered TV screen. As usual, I just couldn’t get comfortable on our old mattress. My eyes were mere slits, as I strained to see what time it was on the clock radio. “Ugh, 3:27 in the morning.” I moaned in an inaudible groan.

Reaching for the channel changer, I began my nightly ritual of channel surfing to see what was on. At this time of the night, not much would be. How many times can you watch reruns of Rosanne before you know the dialogue by heart? Still, I chuckled at the way she handled family situations in her sarcastic tone. Some days I wished I possessed her quick wit.

Clicking through the channels, I come across a horror flick I hadn’t seen in a while. I lay there mesmerized, by the suspenseful scene before me, unable to move. “Don’t go in there!” I screamed in my head, because as you know they always do. As the ‘popular girl’ met her untimely death, I quickly turned my head   and the channel. The red light on the channel changer blinked in desperation to find another show.
“Hmmm what’s this?” I whispered to myself. A channel I didn’t normally get was coming in clearly. What caught my attention were the naked bodies engaged in unusual, yet erotic, sex acts. Clicking the “information” button I read what the movie was about: ‘A couple looks for a new way to spice up their intimate relationship. They learn to be obedient, when they are introduced to Mistress Melaina.’ Laying flat on my back for the best view, I fluffed my pillow and settled in to watch their discoveries unfold.

The movie had already been on for almost 30 minutes, so their lessons from Mistress Melaina had begun. The female was kneeling before her chained husband (or boyfriend), she was being instructed to tease him in unspeakable ways. She was told in a stern voice; ” Do not touch him physically or you will be severely punished as well.”

Now, I have never been one for painful encounters, but a little role-playing never hurt. So I lay there quietly, enticed by their actions. I felt my own arousal begin to dampen the thin fabric of my panties. It wasn’t long before one hand drifted to my T-shirt covered breast. The other slipped under the waistband of my panties and between my legs.
Just then, my husband turned toward me groaning and mumbled something incoherantly. I waited until his sleep induced breathing returned to normal. He never actually minded me waking him up in the middle of the night. However, today had been one of those days for him at work, so I didn’t want to disturb him.
My attention returned to Mistress Melaina and her obedient students. As the steamy action progressed I became more aroused. An overflow of liquid sex dripped from my pussy. It covered my fingers, allowing them to slip easily into the soft flesh hidden between my legs. I rubbed my swollen clit until I teetered on the edge of release. Then thrust them deep into my womanhood, over   and over. I rolled and pinched my erect nipples gently between my fingertips, the coarseness of my T-shirt adding extra stimulation.
I heard Mistress Melaina instruct the female to taste her own juices. Playing along, I brought my wet fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean. My need for sexual satisfaction intensified, as I continued to satisfy my own needs. Each loving caress brought me closer to the climatic finish I desired. I was so involved in the sensations coursing through my body, that I hadn’t noticed my husband’s arm move.
Oblivious to Mistress Melaina’s instruction, I closed my eyes and lost myself in erotic foreplay. My body writhed under sensuous caresses. I was careless in my passion, as my hips bucked against my hand. Thoughts of worry about waking my husband disintegrated. A whiny moan slipped from my lips, “Mmm, Ohhh yessss” as I began to tremble with an intense orgasm. I continued manipulating my clit, prolonging my release. Several moments later, my body finally slipped into satisfied unconsciousness.
I heard a male voice speaking in a commanding voice. ” You don’t think your going to leave me like this do you?” It took me a moment to realize it wasn’t coming from the TV. The voice came closer to my ear and whispered. “Your such a horny little bitch. My cock is so hard suck it for me.” I felt him reposition himself on his back. He took my hand in his and placed it on his thickness. Grasping his cock, I moaned.
Turning to face my excited husband, I slid my body further down to accommodate his waiting manhood. My mouth dampened at the sight of it. “No,” he corrected “I want you over me, straddling my face, so I can lick your sweet pussy.” I rose to accommodate his request, forcing him to give me unyielding pleasure. Wiggling my ass in his face, I dared him to use his talented tongue quickly, or I wouldn’t reciprocate. He wasted no time. I felt his first delicious lick invade my dripping cunt. He began licking and sucking at it hungrily.
I threw my head back in pure ecstasy to selfishly enjoy his initial assault. My hips writhed against his willing mouth. ” Ohhh   shit, fuck me with that tongue.” I begged. My verbal appreciation excited him even more. Eyes, glazed over by his touch, opened briefly to swallow his throbbing cock. I sucked and licked at it feverishly   then teased him shamelessly in a slow sensual rhythm. His hand stung the delicate skin of my backside, as a firm reminder of my task at hand and then again.

We drove each other insane with our animalistic passion. I felt his finger slip inside of my dripping hole as his tongue continued. He knew I was close. Then I felt his lubricated finger slip into the depths of my anus. His final forbidden act sent me reeling over the edge. The point of no return had arrived. My body quivered uncontrollably. Pressing hard against him, I allowed the sexual intensity to overcome me.

He waited until my orgasm subsided, then gently urged me to move from atop of him. Although his climax loomed closely, he wasn’t done with me yet. I knew what he wanted. I eyed the armless chair sitting across the room and motioned for him to go sit upon it. The chair wasn’t very wide, so it was perfect for me to straddle him, and the chair. It also, made it easier to control the up and down rhythm of my hips. I quickly got up and removed my T-shirt.
I whispered in his ear from behind the chair, “Would you like me to fuck you nice and hard baby?” He reached to grab my hand to pull me around the front of the chair, but he missed. “Ugh   Ugh   ughhhh” I moved around to the front of the chair and waved my finger in front of his face. “Not so fast.” Not all of Mistress Melaina’s lessons had gone unnoticed. “I want you to beg me   NOW!” I demanded in a stern voice.
His hard cock jumped with little spasms of encouragement. My dominance excited him. “Please fuck me Laurie   Pleassse.” He watched me in quiet contemplation; ‘Was that good enough?’
“Come on, you can do better than that,” I urged. “What is it you want? You’re going to have to beg!”
“Please Laurie ” he whined, ” I want to cum, Please fuck me hard so I can fill you with it. Pleassse I need to be inside of you.” I could tell that this time he meant what he said. His eyes pleaded with me for release.
I moved closer to him and told him in a firm voice, ” I’m warning you, if you touch me without permission, you will not be allowed to finish. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.” He replied.
Straddling his legs, I took hold of his rock hard cock and thrust my wet pussy down upon it. He moaned loudly, as I finally gave him what he longed for. Tight, wet, hot flesh swallowed up his manhood. I sat down forcing him deep within me and wiggled on his cock. He started to raise his hands to grab my hips to control my motions, but the look in my eyes told him he better not.
” You may not use your hands, but I will allow you to use your mouth. You may suck on my nipples   but no biting! You’re my little bitch now.” I was enjoying my control over him. Always eager to please, I discovered dominance to be quite liberating.
So he would not disobey me, his hands clung to the bottom of the seat. His mouth moved from one breast to the other, sucking gently at their fullness. When I was satisfied that he was pleasing me, I began to slowly and deliberately ride his length. By now, my initial taste of dominance had enflamed me beyond restraint. I wasn’t sure I could hold out too much longer myself. My rhythmic thrusts downward became harder and faster.
“Please, don’t stop.” He begged. “Make me cum!” I pounded his shaft with my pussy, no longer caring if he touched me or not. I only had one thought on my mind   and that was to   cum again.
Breathlessly I announced, “I’m cumming.” My pussy involuntarily pulsed along his length, milking him of his final attempt to hold back. It no longer mattered if he had my permission or not. “Give it to me bitch.” I ordered. That was all it took. One last verbal outburst and he was filling me with his load. I felt the hot sticky fluid explode into me. We clung to each other tighter, as I pressed hard against his pelvis.
It felt like minutes before our orgasms subsided, but as they did we passionately kissed each other in appreciation. I rose from his lap and offered a towel to clean up with. I was exhausted and finally ready to fall back asleep. Both of us content, we slipped back between the cool sheets.
“Good night babe.” I whispered.
“Good night Laurie.” He replied. “May I have you again when I wake up?”

I giggled under my breath as I thought; ‘He turned out to be quite an obedient student. Perhaps I would teach him more of what I learned from Mistress Melaina soon.’
“Only if you’ve been a good boy, if not, I may have to spank you before your worthy. Do you understand?” I asked. In the faint light of the room, I saw a smile appear across his face. He answered obediently
” Yes Mistress”

– The End –

This morning I am to meet master in his work shop. Said he has a surprise for me. This could get scary, god only knows what he has made or rigged up.

So with uncertain anticipation, I enter the shop.  He is standing by one of the work bench’s finishing his cigarette.  As I stop to gaze at his naked body, he tells me to lock the door, turns and strolls in to the office.  Of course I follow.

He hands me a robe (it is cool in there this morning) and tells me to strip. As I take off my cloths, exposing breasts, with hard nipples from the cool air and of course a silky, smooth, hairless pussy, he sits in the arm chair beside the end of the desk. I slip on the robe, with out closing it so he can continue to gaze at all that he possess. I kneel facing him, between his spread legs. Staring at me is a marvelous cock, big but not firm. I love taking that soft cock into my mouth and feel it come to life under the control of my lips, throat and tongue.

Holding the shaft in my hand, I take just the head and gently caress it with my teeth, while sticking the tip of my tongue in the opening, pushing it in ohhh so slightly. Circling the rim with my tongue I start to draw that cock in with soft sucking motions, taking it deeper into my mouth until the head is all the way in and my lips can feel the base of his shaft where the nuts connect. As I move my mouth up and down his shaft like sucking on a lolly pop, I gently massage his balls and put pressure on that spot just between his base and his ass. He is starting to groan, moan, sighing his pleasure, thrusting his pelvis slowly up into my face as I continue to suck his cock. I can feel my cunt pulsating with the motion of sucking his cock. I know I will have cum between my legs very soon now.  As the face fucking becomes more intense I can feel my throat closing around his head, squeezing it just enough for a little pre-cum to hit my throat. As I swallow this little bit of his essence, I have my first orgasm, and the cum is thick between my legs. Now he is ready to do what he enjoys the most, making me cum over and over again.
As I stand up he firsts puts his hand between my legs, rubbing the cunt juice from my clit all the way back to my ass, stopping just long enough to thrust a couple fingers up my ass on his way by. Putting my feet on the seat of the chair, I lean back on the desk with my ass just resting on the edge of the desk. Spreading my legs he leans forward and starts licking my cunt. Circling my clit and running it down with sideway motion, reaching my hole he sticks in his tongue, for just a moment he fucks me with his tongue, my cunt is in spasms, as it closes around his tongue as it goes in and out. I feel my release as it hits the tip of his tongue. He sucks it into his mouth, has me sit up and with a hand on the back of my neck he pulls me in for a deep sensual kiss, and sends all the luscious cum down my throat. I intern insert my tongue into his mouth, running it all over the inside of his mouth making sure I have collected any juice that was left in his mouth I swallow.
Butt because I have cum and shouldn’t have, because I am only suppose to cum with his cock inside my cunt or ass, He applies the first clamp onto a hard nipple. As I inhale from the light pain sensation, he lowers me back onto the desk.  He starts to suck my clit. The feeling of it being pulled into his mouth is making butterflies go berserk in my stomach, my tits throb and my cunt weep. He continues doing this, and as I keep thrusting my cunt into his face, he slips two fingers into my cunt, moving them in and out as I fuck them. Ohhhhhhh god, I am cum-ing, ohhhhhh god, fuck me I scream, please fuck me. NO, not yet is the response I get, as he removes his fingers from my cunt and uses them to squeeze the clamp that is on my nipple sending a involuntary, damn you ass-hole sigh out of my mouth, as the pain/pleasure surges through my body.

Realizing what I just said, I knew that I was in for it.  He reached around his back and came out with a beautifully hand carved, replica of his cock. My own personal dildo of him, I notice it is a little bigger and thicker, which makes it a fair size dildo to take. But I love it, because it is his, and I know that he will make me take it. He started to rub it up and down my pussy, stopping at my clit to make circular motion on the now protruding bud, applying just enough pressure as he did this to send my body into convulsions. Knowing I would cum very quickly, I bit down on my lip, holding back the passion that wanted to be released. Moving my new toy down to my cunt he gently inserted the head as he rubs my rosy, red clit with his fingers. Putting the cock deeper into my cunt as he pinched pulled, rubbed my clit. As I started to fuck that cock, faster and faster, I could not hold back any longer. I’m cum-ing, fuck I’m cum-ing, harder babe harder, please, please, escaped through my lips as I felt the cum drip down the crack of my ass as he pulls out my toy.
Even though that was one of the most awesome orgasms he has given me, I knew that I was not supposed to cum. Before I new what was happening, He ran is fingers down to my cunt, collecting as much of the cum on them he could, he brought them up and rubbed the cum on my clit, making it feel soooooo goooood. Just as I was really enjoying this, I felt a very sharp, jolt hit my clit, and surge through my body taking away all pleasure, again I felt another jolt, and another. Shit, I screamed and looked he had taken a small transistor battery and zapped my precious bud with it. Being so wet from the cum he just placed on it, the contact it made definitely did the job. NOW lets try fucking this toy again, if you don’t cum I will let you have the real one.
So, my master, slowly running his tongue up and down my cunt, hitting my very sore bud, gently nursing it back, over and over he gently sucked on it, taking away all the pain and bringing pleasure back.  I am moaning and thrusting my cunt into his face begging for him to keep going.  Sucking it deep into his mouth he flicks his tongue all around it. As he releases it, he runs his tongue down to my cunt and quickly inserts it, into an awaiting cunt that starts to squeeze and release as he enters. I am pushing it harder and harder into his face, sighing with ultimate pleasure, I am fighting to keep the cum from spewing. Oh babe, oh babe, please, please, I want to cum. Wait, he said, just a few minutes longer, OK babe. He slips the toy back into my cunt, as I squeeze to pull it in and out. There is still enough juice there to make it glide like a feather floating in heaven. It feels spectacular. I now have a semi happy cunt, enjoying the pleasure of fucking his, magnificent, cock toy. Oh god, this is great. The more I sigh and moan the faster he rams it in. My climax is growing, holy shit, cum babe, please fuck me, please.  I want to feel the real Johnson in there. Please babe please. YES is his only reply.
First I need to feel his cock deep in my throat. So jumping down from the desk, I kneel facing him between his legs and frantically take it into my mouth.  Sucking so hard, pulling it with every sucking motion.  I feel it way back there, closing on the head, milking it as he thrusts it in and out. Knowing when he is ready, I now pull away. We are both ready to proceed with the ultimate, pleasure, finally that we both want.
Quickly taking off my robe, I throw it on the floor, where I kneel on it, on all four. He gets on his knees behind me. Kneeling there very stationary, I back up and fit his cock into my cunt. With a rocking motion, I let my super hyper cunt muscles squeeze his cock in and out of my pussy as he places his hands on my hips and guides me. Back and forth we continue. Harder and faster he is pulling me back. I am thrusting my butt into his groin. God, gliding in and out it feels like eating a fudge sickle. Cool, moist, dreamy sensation. With harder thrust he is hitting my special spot. I’m cum-ing, god babe, you feel soooo awesome. Please faster, harder, cum  now , babe now. I can feel his cum building getting ready to release. I keep begging, starting to reach the ultimate climax, he rams deep and hard with his final thrust, as I squeeze his cock and feel his juice squirt deep into my cunt as I spew my cum all over his cock. Slowly, slowing down, gently massaging his cock with my cunt I have milked his cock completely. Still in that position, he softly rubs my backside with feather light circles, as we both gain our strength and start breathing normal. That was one of our most intense love making sessions. Both deeply and completely satisfied, we uncouple, stand, embrace,  get dressed and ready to start our busy day. With a start like that I know it is going to be a glorious day.

– The End –

Journey’s End is a male sexual treament center located somewhere in Brazil.  The owners and operators of the facility are a group of very wealthy women who live out their most base sexual fantasies, while also conducting legitimate, indepth study of male semen, and the various extracts obtained therefrom.  The men who come here do so voluntarily, and must sign special legal waivers, so that they are bound to stay here for one year, by force, if necessary.

The newest, most advanced aphrodisiacs are used at this center…hundreds of captive men must produce large quantities of seminal fluid, under the influence of the exotic drugs, and other powerful forms of inducement, such as deep hypnotic conditioning, and every form of sexual perversion possible.

Journey’s End is staffed by several hundred attractive women, each chosen for their suitability to be here, and the hapless men are milked constantly by every means possible, at times resulting in sessions that can be painful and degrading. The males are eventually able to produce large amounts of semen, and their testicles grow significantly during their time here.
There is no special age limit for the male inductees, except that the man must still be able to produce sexually viable seminal fluid,  There are actually men in their sixties and seventies here, but most are between the ages of eighteen and fifty.
The inmates are kept in a constant state of sexual arousal, and are not allowed to masterbate while alone, under penalty of severe punishment. Spy cameras permeate the whole complex, and nothing is overlooked or unseen by the state of the art security center.
The inmates are well nourished and given special vitamin supplements and other health foods, so that one’s overall health here actually improves considerably during the one year mandate.
The large female staff may fuck any imate that they disire, or use them sexually in any way not permanently harmful, at any time that they are not being milked…in fact the ownership encourages this, and takes part in their own sexual gratification sessions.  The males also are encouraged to perform oral copulation on each other, for those that desire this, during session appointments made by the participants.
Any form of intense sexual gratification producing ejaculation is highly encouraged here, except masterbation, paradoxically, in that it helps to increase one’s overall seminal output.

One may enter Journey’s End only after a long application process, and then only after passing a special entry enterview process.  The new male inmates must sign unique waiver forms, so that once inducted into the complex, they must complete their term of  usage, and may be detained and disiplined in any way deemed nessessary by the staff.

Female guards are found everywhere, and their attire consists of black jumpsuits, hand restraints, and special shock devices that produce great pain, but do no permanent damage.
The males are all here voluntarily but find that escape is a constant desire once they are subjected to the constant extraction of their male fluid day and night, and the extremely intense orgasms that accompany these sessions, and their degradation by the very attractive female staff members.
A male ‘semen production unit’, or SPU,  as they are called here, must be incarcerated at the complex for one year, and cannot leave before this time limit.  They may sign for another year when their term is finished, but alas no one has ever done this.
The men are not harmed physically but usually find that they have involutary ejaculation for six months after leaving, and these ejaculations can occur at any time accompanied by an intense orgasm. So obviously the released inmate requires at least a year to reacclimatize to the outside world.
One must say, however, that the inmate has experienced more orgiasmic pleasure in one year, than most males experience in several lifetimes.

All of the inmates activities here are videotaped, and every nuance of their milking and humiliation are recorded and sold worldwide to interested buyers.  Each departing male also receives $100,000 for their trouble, and to help in their readust to the outside world.

I had applied for admission to Journey’s End more than a year ago, and had finally received notification to appear at the complex for my entry interview.  Needless to say, I was quite nervous, but the sexual butterflies of desire inside me drove me on, and I determined to enter, and experience what I had fantasized about for a very long time.
I masterbated two or three times a day anyway, so I figured that I wouldn’t mind producing cum for them…all they wanted.  I later found that I was sadly mistaken about this, and that I would not be allowed to get my own nuts off for a year. but that countless women would, in ways I could barely have imagined.
I stood before the large entrance of the facility…the main entrance consisted of an enormous set of double doors, quite gothic in nature, and there were two large concrete lions guarding the doors, one on either side.
I went inside and followed signs to the main reception desk, which was quite modern, and was staffed by two very attractive, and seemingly humorless women, who looked at me like I were a condom that they had just discarded after sex.
I cleared my throat and tried not to tremble…”I have an appointment for an interview…”, I said, breathing heavily now, and producing an enormous hardon that I cound not control.
The darkhaired one looked at me impassively, and asked my name.  When I told her, she accessed the computer, and verified my appointment. “Yes,” she said quietly,  go across the hallway to Rm 001 and you will find a nurse inside.  Do as she instructs and she will tell your where to go from there.”  The women were staring at the wet spot on the large lump in my crouch area, and all I could detect from either was a slight, sarcastic smile.

I quickly walked across the hallway, and I was almost sick to my stomach with mixed feelings of intense sexual desire and fear, as I opened the door.   I could not stop myself, it was too late, and I steeled myself,  ready for anything that I might find here.
I went inside and an extremely pretty blond nurse was writing on a notepad at her desk.  I stood trembling waiting for her to notice me. Finally she finished, and looked up at me in a very businesslike manner.  She spoke without emotion, preparing a large hypodermic syriinge for use…”Roll up your sleeve please,” she said looking directly into my eyes.
I did so, and bared my arm for her, looking the other way.  She swabbed my arm with alcohol, and jabbed the needle in, and emptied the contents..  She swabbed again and discarded the syringe.
She was gorgeous, and had a perfect ass and wonderful tits.  Her white nurse’s uniform made me even hornier.  “Hold still for a minute”, she whispered, “while the drug takes effect.”  She put her hand down and massaged my, by now, sopping crouch front, and I nearly shot off right there.

“Hold your fucking load back and I mean it”, she said, looking at me sharply.  She stopped her fondling and wiped her hand off.  Suddenly I was hit by a piledriver of intense sexual desire,  I was so fucking horney I almost started drooling.  More cum flowed from my already rock hard penis.
I began to breath heavily and my hips pumped forward involuntarily from the extreme sexual craving I was experiencing. She grinned very slightly, and spoke in a businesslike manner…”Go down the hallway to Rm 150, down the short stairwell, and there you will receive your entry interview…and do not ejaculate on the way there!”  She looked at me seriously.  I grunted, my face distorted in pleasure and opened the door again, leaving the room.
I hobbled down the hallway trying desperately to think of neutral images as I neared the bottom of the stairs, and finally opened the door, and closed it behind me.

There was a petite, and very pretty woman sitting at a desk, talking on the phone.  She was breathtaking, and I looked at her, almost ready to spill my wad right there.  She spoke with authority over the phone. “If you have anymore problems with him, turn him over to the guards, they have their ways about them.  He must learn to obey completely, without question.   Yes…alright…I’ll talk to you later.”
She replaced the receiver in it’s cradle and wrote something on her notepad.  She dropped her pen and sat back, looking intently at me.

“Looks like you’ve got a major hardon”, she murmured, as she stood and walked around the desk standing a few feet away. “Strip off all your clothes and give them to me cocksucker!,  she grunted, looking at me with a mysterious, and very nasty sneer on her face.
I pulled off my shoes, socks, shirt, pants, and finally shorts, and my dripping peter popped out, standing hard, and dripping cum.
“You’re dripping on my rug cocksucker, but don’t worry about it.” “Flip your pecker up and down a few times, and you’d better not cum!”, she said, leaning back against her desk.  Her ass was absolutely perfect.  She was wearing a very tight business suit, and her hips filled it out magnificently.

I stood there and looked at her and pulled my large ten inch peter to one side, and let it flip back into position  I flipped it back and forth and up and down as she looked on in amusement.  My dick was like coiled steel and my cockhead was large and red.
“You jackoff all the time don’t you cocksucker?”, she grunted, shifting slightly.  She looked me directly in the eyes, quite amused at my embarrassment.
“I…yes I…a few times a day.”  My throat was thick with passion now and my speech slurred. She reached back and retrieved a special elongated dish from her desk and handed it to me. My legs were feeling weak as I stood there, and my dick was still bouncing up and down involuntarily from my intense sexual craving.
I took the dish from her and held it awkwardly, looking at her for some kind of instructions.  “You eat your own cum sometimes, don’t you?”, she quizzed, and I could detect a slight grin, and that she was taking great pleasure from humiliating me.
“Yes I do”,…I grimaced, trying to hold back my load. She looked at me for a moment saying nothing.  Finally she stood straight again, and tapped her foot impatiently. “Well…I think you know what to do don’t you cocksucker?”
I paused momentarily, and then it hit me.  I looked hopelessly at her, and then to the dish, and then began stroking my pecker over the dish.
“Look at me while you do that blowboy!, she groaned.  She shifted slightly, and began to breath a little harder, and I could tell that she was turned on by this kind of thing.
I stroked my throbbing peter slowly at first, then faster as I looked at her, and my face began to distort in pleasure as I whacked my hard weiner off.  It didn’t take long for my dick to squirt, and I jerked forward groaning in deep orgasm as a thick streamer of hot cum splattered into the waiting dish.  I got some on the rug but she didn’t seem to care as I pumped forward several times,  splashing thick cum into the receptacle.
I couldn’t stop shooting and my face was completely flaccid now as my thick gooey sperm filled the dish.

Finally I pumped out my last glob of slime, and held my pecker over the dish as it dripped semen.  I could hardly stand up and was breathing erratically now, still looking into her amused eyes.
We stood there silent again…me holding the full dish…and she tapping her foot  looking impatiently at me.  “Well fuckface you’re not done yet…what are you going to do now?”  I could tell she was becoming genuinely impatient now and looked at me with what bordered on anger. I quickly got her meaning and slowly raised the dish to my face, trying not to spill its contents.
I had the dish to my lips now and steadied myself as I tipped it back. As my peter dribbled dickwad on her rug I felt the first stream of cum into my mouth. I had eaten my own glue before but never so much, and never in a situation like this.
I gulped some down and continued pouring the mess onto my tongue.  I was eating it now and it tasted salty and alkaline and a touch bitter. She leaned against the desk again and slowly rubbed her ass against it, in obvious pleasure.  I filled my mouth with the obscene slime and gulped it down as drops of it fell from my chin.
In a few moments I had eaten the whole dish of scuzz, and she seemed pleased at my efforts. She took the dish and sat it on the desk again, and went back around and sat down.  She looked at me seriously. “Alright you fuck…you think you know what shooting your wad is right now but I assure you we will teach you a whole new world of dick draining while you are here.”
“You have been accepted for our use so now you must go down another level of stairs to Rm 160 where you will sign various legal forms, and where you will receive indoctrination about what is expected of you here.”
“Once you have signed the forms you are legally ours for one year, and that is irreversible.  Two guards will be there to insure that you are aware of this, and to take custody of your body.   You will begin your experience here in a special laboratory where you will be taught the rules by two very capable nurses.  They will make sure you understand your position completely.”
I daresay they will require more semen from you…probably more than you’d like to give.
I trembled and started to grab for my clothes…”Leave your fucking clothes here cum mouth..you won’t need them anymore once you complete your entry.  Go down to the next level naked and do what they say.”
I turned and went out into the hallway again, closing the door, and slowly walked down the stairs. I could hardly walk and my legs were still very weak.  I looked up the stairs to the main hallway and entrance, and paused for a minute.  Then I steeled myself and padded down the stairs to Rm 160 to complete the process.
————————————-
–
A half hour later I lay on a comfortable bed in my own cubicle after having eaten a nutritious meal that they brought to me…and rubbed my sore balls and pecker. I had also eaten special aphrodisiacs and supplements and I found that I would be in a constant state of sexual arousal from now on.
The indoctrination session had been actually quite humiliating, and after being milked while strapped in a fixture, I found that there was a limit to how much cum I could produce, and that going beyond that hurt my balls a lot.  The two indoctrination nurses were incredibly pretty, and their abilities with the lower male anatomy, I found, were quite extraordinary.

They assured me that my balls could produce much more semen than I ever thought possible, and that they would prove it to me in the coming months.

I awoke several hours later…when the door opened…and a well dressed, and gorgeous woman in her fifties came in and sat on my bed. Though tired, I was obligated to fuck her doggie style until I yelled in pain and got my nuts off again.  When we finished, she looked at me like I were a thing to be used as she pulled her panties on again, and left the room. The smell of her hairy cunt hung in the room for hours afterward..

I could only imagine what lie ahead, but, after all, I volunteered to come here, and I would find out what I had let myself in for as the months rolled by.

– The End –

Alicia saw the flash of metal, as her high heels clicked briskly across the subway platform from the train toward the stairs.  Though she was in a hurry to get to work, she HAD to pause and stoop down to pick it up.  Crouched near the ground, she could now tell it was a quarter — and already her pussy was throbbing with the thought of what she was going to do with it.  But just as Alicia’s fingers were about to close on the coin, another hand snatched it away from her.  A hand in a tattered knit glove.  Attached to an arm in an even more tattered jacket.  She looked up at the careworn face with the scraggly beard — brown, with flecks of gray.
“Please, Miss,” he said.  “Spare change?  I haven’t eaten in three days.” The man held out his left hand, palm upward.  There was a sour smell, like he hadn’t bathed in weeks.
Alicia hesitated a moment.  It was only a coin.  But in the back of her mind, Master’s voice echoed.  Her nipples were suddenly so hard.  She could not deny Master’s command, His compulsion.  She looked down at the scraggly man.  He was hunched over, trying to look downtrodden as possible.  “Please,” Alicia said, “I need that quarter.”
The panhandler looked her up and down. “Frankly, Miss, I need it more than you.”  He continued to stand there, huddled, holding out his hand. Clearly hoping for sympathy.  Hoping for more.
Unable to think what to do, Alicia watched the man’s face suddenly crumple, with an echo of an accusation.  The image of the smooth, shiny quarter filled her thoughts, and she bit her lip.  He started to turn away.
“Wait!” she said.  She opened her purse and rummaged in it for a moment.  Then she pulled out a 20-dollar bill. “You can have this if you give me the quarter.”

The man lifted his right hand, the quarter pinched between thumb and forefinger.  His bloodshot, blue eyes stared up at Alicia, offering a fair exchange. His open palm twitched, the fingers wiggling — beckoning her to drop the twenty into his hand.
Purse tightly under her right elbow, Alicia reached out with her left hand — palm upward in imitation of the beggar — while her right hand brought the bill closer and closer to him.  She felt, rather than saw, as he dropped his right hand — pressing the coin into her palm — and grabbed the twenty, then turned and walked quickly away, before she could change her mind.
Her mind.  “Cum!” she could hear in her mind.  Her Master’s voice. Alicia pressed her knees together, as her hand grasped the coin tightly.  Eyes unfocused.  Lids drooping.  Waves of pleasure rippled through her body.
*    *       * *     *        *
“Hold, please!”  Alicia trotted toward the elevator, her heels echoing in the hallway.  Nobody moved, and the doors began to close.  But she managed to slip a hand through the light beam, and heard all the passengers sigh with impatience as the doors opened again.  She stepped in, turned back toward the opening, and said sweetly, “Twenty-four, please.”  A tired-looking man, nearly squashed against the panel of buttons, pressed one of them, and looked up at the ceiling, waiting. There was a gentle chime, the doors closed, and the elevator began to rise.
*    *       * *     *        *
Alicia knelt on the floor, her mouth full of the taste of her Master’s sperm. Swallowing in little droplets. Savoring the sweet, musky flavor.
“Cum,” Master commanded.  And Alicia curled downward into a little ball, her face against the carpet, as the waves rolled through her one after another. “Cum, slave!  Cum!”
She whimpered, and moaned, her pussy pulsing, throbbing, dripping.  She could hear snapping sounds as her cunt squeezed and opened, clenching on nothing.  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Like loud, smoochy kisses.  Sloppy and wet.
“Cum!” Master snapped his fingers.  “Cum!”  Another snap.  “Cum!”  And another.  Alicia’s hips pumped, trying to impale her empty cunt on the air.  Her nipples rubbed into the carpet — her only physical contact — teasing her, tormenting her with its delicious roughness.  “Cum!” Master commanded.  His fingers snapped, an inch away from her face, and Alicia squealed, wiggling her hips.  “Cum!  Cum!  Cum!”
Her tongue flicked out, still coated with Master’s jism, licking the air, licking the floor.  Hoping to lick his fingers.  Desperate to touch something!  Flicking and licking the rough shag carpet.  Aching to please.  “Cum!  Cum!  Cum!” Alicia cried out, now, with every orgasm.  Her hips bucked.  Her eyes were tightly closed.  Her nose and lips and tongue rubbed back and forth, up and down, on the rug — while her hands hung limply at her sides.
“Cum!  Cum!  Cum! — SLEEP!”  Master’s command sent Alicia into a deep trance.  Every time He hypnotized her like this, every time He forced her into orgasm after orgasm, she became more and more dependent upon Him.  More and more eager to please.  She couldn’t even remember what conditioning He imposed on her, after sending her into this deep level. She only remembered waking up, gazing into His eyes, sucking on His thumb while His fingers held her chin in His hand.  Still kneeling on the floor, she was upright now, her hands cupping her own breasts, the nails of her thumbs and forefingers digging deep into the nipples.
*    *       * *     *        *
She remembered the before-time.  The vibrators — so many different kinds! And madly stroking her clit with her fingers, while Master forced her into orgasm after orgasm.  She’d given up counting. Some days it had seemed like cumming made her want to cum again.  Instantly. For hours and hours.  And then Master had started withholding the vibrators, forbidding Alicia to touch herself.
Master held the vibrator in front of Alicia’s eyes.  Forcing her to watch, listen to it buzz.  Shiny and metallic. She found it hard to focus on it.  The shiny metal seemed to shimmer in the air.  It seemed to have no solid surface.
“You can feel it on your clit, can’t you, slave?” Master teased.  “You can feel the long, thick shaft deep inside you.  Filling you.  Forcing your closer… and closer…”
He told her to remember what it felt like, leaping over that edge, blissfully falling into one orgasm after another.  She had to remember… and need it again. Need it so much.  Desire it.  Ache for it.  “No — no hands, little slave.  Your arms are paralyzed.  Remember the vibrator… the humming… The sensation of your pussy flowering open, then tightening around the shaft.  So tight!  So wet!  So good!”
He dangled a sparkly, shimmering crystal in front of her eyes. Watch the crystal.  Watch the flashes of light.  So close to another orgasm. Candles, and flickering flames.  How long since she had cum?  Hours? Days?  She wanted it so badly.
Long walks in the park, watching the afternoon sunlight flickering off the surface of the lake, while Master talked to her.  Softly.  Gently. She couldn’t remember what about.  But her pussy was on fire.  Wearing no panties under her skirt, Alicia’s legs grew wet as her juices trickled down between her thighs.  Master held her hand — both hands, together behind her.  As if they were bound there, handcuffed. His firm, gentle grip made her arch her back, thrusting her breasts up and forward.  They wanted so much to be fondled.  Squeezed.  Her nipples burned as hot as her pussy.
Finally, she was so desperate, his word was enough.  “Cum!” He commanded.
The waves of pleasure were tiny, at first.  Kneeling, sitting on her heels, Alicia pushed her hips forward — closing her eyes, riding the gentle sensations that only made her want more.  Her downfall, of course.  More and more, Master’s commands to cum drove her into orgasms that passed mere ecstasy, and became almost religious experiences.  She no longer had any choice, any resistance.  Master’s command to cum was like holding her breath and being commanded to breathe.  She HAD to obey — and feel like her life centered on Master, on His commands, on His ownership of her body and mind.
Her pussy was always so wet.  And always — always — so empty!
The need to be touched, to be filled — to be FUCKED — had begun to overwhelm her. To occupy Alicia’s thoughts more and more — even as she came helplessly at nothing more than Master’s command, the tone of His voice, the desire to please Him!
*    *       * *     *        *
“Very good, slave,” Master whispered gently, as Alicia continued to suck his thumb, lick his palm. “You have been a good girl.”  She shivered at those words, and pinched her nipples tighter.  “How do you feel?” His question was tender, caring.  Alicia looked up into His eyes, so deeply in love with Him.  His thumb teased her lips, caressing them, letting her suck and release for another caress around her mouth. Suck and release.  “Is there anything you want, slave?”
“Something in my cunt, Master? Please?”  The emptiness between her legs seemed to have been there forever.  Hours of orgasm at Master’s command was driving her into delicious insanity, helpless dependence. But she ached to have something inside her pussy.
“Something in your cunt, slut?”  Master’s tone clearly indicated that He disapproved.  Then His look changed, and His eyes flicked around the living room for a moment, searching.  His gaze fell upon something on a small table, and He smiled, wryly.  “Fetch me a stone from the little table fountain, there, slave.  A small one.”
Alicia turned, and crawled to the fountain, uncertain what to do next.

“With your hand, Alicia.  I don’t want you hurting your teeth,” Master chuckled.  “A small one.  Nice and smooth.”
She reached into the shallow dish, and pulled out a round, black stone. Oblong, about an inch in length.  Dark gray, and polished smooth, so that it was almost shiny — even without the water.  She turned again, and crawled back to Master, the stone in her right hand.
“Sit on your heels and spread your legs,” He commanded.  As Alicia did so, Master commanded, “Now, push the stone up into your pussy.”
Alicia’s pussy was wet and dribbling.  The stone slipped in easily.  In fact, she was so wet, the stone quickly slipped out again, and dropped onto the floor, coated with her juices.
“That won’t do, slave. I want you to KEEP that stone in your pussy.”
*    *       * *     *        *
Twenty-fourth floor!  The elevator doors opened, and Alicia walked dazedly into the hallway.  She glanced at her watch.  Still five minutes till nine o’clock.  If she hurried…
Alicia walked into the women’s restroom and set her purse down on the sink.  She retrieved the quarter from her purse, along with the small bottle of antibacterial soap she always carried with her.  Turning on the water, she rinsed the quarter.  Then she opened the bottle and applied a single drop of the soap to the coin, and washed it.  So little time!  She capped the bottle and put it back in her purse, then quickly trotted to a stall and locked herself in, holding the wet quarter in her left hand.
Inside, Alicia hung her purse over the coat hook, then stood with her legs as wide apart as she could, inside the cramped space.  She lifted the front of her skirt, rolling it and tucking it, so it stayed up near her waist.  She pushed down the front of her pantyhose, and her panties, and the thick pad — just far enough to expose her pussy. Even thrusting her hips forward, she could barely see the clip.  It looked like a large, shiny hairpin — pretty and gold-plated.  Slid down from the top, with the loop just around her hard clit, the clip held her inner labia tightly together. Holding everything inside.
*    *       * *     *        *
“Little objects,” Master’s voice commanded.  “Small… round… hard objects.”  He caressed Alicia’s cheek, and she shuddered with ecstasy at the contact.  Her eyes closed, languidly, then opened again.  Gazing up at Him.  “You need them in your pussy.  You need them to cum.” Master’s thumb slipped into her mouth, its salty taste mixing with the creamy taste of His cum, that she still swallowed drop by delicious drop.  Deeper and deeper.  “As many as you can find.”
She heard His voice in her mind, gently speaking, programming her.  So easy to remember the timbre of Master’s voice. The taste of His sperm. So hard to remember the actual words…
*    *       * *     *        *
Alicia held the loop in her right hand and slid the clip upward, just enough to open her pussy a little.  Just enough to slide the quarter inside.  She had to push — she could hear it “scrunch” against all the other things inside there.  Looking down, she could see the time on her watch. Getting late!  She quickly pushed the clip back downward again, stifling a moan as her fingers grazed her clit.  No time!  No time!
She quickly pulled up her panties and hose, pulled down her dress and straightened it.  Grabbed her purse and shot out of the stall, walking briskly out the restroom.  No time to wash her hands.  Absentmindedly, she lifted her left hand to her mouth, and licked her fingers clean, tasting her own juices — just as she walked through the front door of the office where she was a paralegal.  She waved “hi” to Gloria, the receptionist, then click-clicked to her desk.  She sat down just as the clock reached nine, and opened her desk drawer to put her purse away.
“Good morning, Alicia!”
She nearly jumped at the voice of her boss, Mr. Philips.
“Do you have all the papers ready for Mr. and Mrs. Miller to sign?”
Flinching had pushed the clip so the loop was firmly pressed against her clit.  Alicia had to struggle to look up at Mr. Philips’ face — and not down at his crotch — as she answered, “Yes, Mas… Mr. Philips!”
“Conference room four,” Mr. Philips said.  He smiled, then turned and walked away.
Alicia pushed her hips back, and spread her legs a little, pressing her crotch into the office chair.  The clip shifted upward again.  So she could think.  She unlocked the file drawer and pulled out the Miller papers, just as her cell phone rang.  She looked at the caller ID and felt the world drop away from her.  Master was calling.  She pressed the button and held the phone to her ear.  “Yes,” she said.  Almost a whisper.  The only word she could say. The only word she could think. She waited to hear Master’s voice.
“Did you add anything to your pussy this morning, slut?” He asked.
“Yes,” Alicia replied, carefully choosing her words.  “A quarter.”
“Cum!” Master commanded.
*    *       * *     *        *
“How many things did you put in your pussy today, slave?”
It had become a daily ritual.  Sometimes, even several times a day. Master would ask how many things were in Alicia’s cunt.  And if He liked the answer, He would command her to cum. But if He didn’t like the answer, He would withhold her orgasm.  He would tease and torment her with how many more objects she needed to push into her cunt.  And later He would ask her again.  Alicia constantly found herself looking for more objects, new objects, to shove into her pussy.
She felt so packed.  So full.  So heavy between her legs.
She had to wear a thick pad all the time, because her pussy was constantly dripping.  Always aroused.  The clip held it all inside — all but the moisture.  All the little things.  The coins.  The marbles. More smooth stones.  Master had been so pleased when she said twenty-four things, let her cum — and demanded thirty.  Pleased with fifty things, let her cum — and demanded sixty.  When she walked, she could feel them scrunching together with every step.  Keeping her constantly stimulated. Constantly wet.  So very full.
Putting on her make-up this morning, she’d decided the lipstick was a shade she no longer needed.  Winter was turning into spring.  Time for lighter colors.  The lipstick case soon found itself up her pussy. Wedged tightly next to the other lipstick cases.  And the keys.  And the ballpoint pens.  And the candles.
Candles got so warm and soft, up inside her cunt all day.  Alicia found they stuck to everything else, squeezing into tiny spaces between the objects.  Making them all come out in a big lump, when Master commanded her to remove them.  For washing.  For cleaning.
She felt so empty without all those objects inside.
Master’s objects.  Filling her.  Packing her so full.  Stretching her pussy bigger and bigger every day.  Unable to cum, unless Master deemed her full enough.  Unless she was stretched so full, she was ready to burst. Her pussy clenched on the objects, scrunching them together.
“Cum!  Cum!  Cum!”  Master’s voice.  Master’s objects in her cunt. Master’s cock in her mouth.  Pumping.  Filling her mouth.  But never so tightly, so deliciously as He filled her cunt!
*    *       * *     *        *
Alicia had been well trained.  Sitting in her office chair, in full public view, she showed no overt sign that waves of irresistible orgasms were cascading through her mind and body.  Even her breath continued to be slow and steady — though, if someone listened closely, they might notice a tightness, a strict control of her breathing that belied the outward calm she exhibited. Alicia’s pussy squeezed down around all the tiny objects in her pussy, and she felt them scrunching and clicking together as they shifted position.  The muscles in her anus pulled upward, tightly — as if trying to suck her panties up inside her.  And if one looked really closely, they could see her pupils dilating wide, as she stared into the space just above her desk.

“Thank you.  Goodbye.” Hollow.  Almost toneless.  It was what Alicia had been trained to say.  It was so automatic, she was halfway down the hallway, carrying the Miller files, before she realized she had hung up her cell phone.
*    *       * *     *        *
Alicia gazed up into Master’s hypnotizing eyes as she reached into her pussy, pulled out the next object.  Wet and shiny with her juices.  She held it up to her mouth, and licked it clean, then dropped it into the bowl.  A big, ceramic mixing bowl from the kitchen.  CLINK!  A marble. So smooth and round.  “Twenty-six,” she counted, licking her lips.
“Cum!” Master commanded.
Alicia spasmed, her throat emitting little squeals.  Her hands were both in mid-air, aching to squeeze her nipples, stroke her aching clit. She looked up into empty space.  Into Master’s eyes.  Mouth open. Ready for His cock.  Always ready for His thick, dripping cock.
*    *       * *     *        *
Alicia entered the conference room, with the papers from the file. Though she was dressed professionally — even conservatively — Alicia could tell Mrs. Miller couldn’t wait for her to leave. Mr. Miller, on the other hand, smiled at her, like he wished she’d stay.  Master had explained it had something to do with pheromones — scents from Alicia’s skin that signaled she was available for sex, and VERY willing.  She had no control over them, and her body exuded them, twenty-four hours a day.  Of course, neither Mr. nor Mrs. Miller had any way of knowing, that Alicia was only REALLY available to be used by Master.
As she walked out the door, Alicia looked back at Mrs. Miller. Finally, the old broad had smiled — glad to see her depart.  Alicia imagined what Mr. Miller would be doing later tonight, placating his wife, while fantasizing about Alicia’s round ass and long legs.  She resolved to beg Master’s forgiveness for thinking about anybody but Him — even indirectly.
The objects in her pussy scrunched together as she walked down the hallway, thinking about being punished by Master.  Almost craving it.
*    *       * *     *        *
“Rinse them off, slave,” Master commanded.  “And then return here.”
Alicia crawled toward the bathroom, pushing the bowl in front of her. She would only be allowed to stand when she got inside, when she left the hallway.
*    *       * *     *        *
“Now, open your mouth, slave.” Alicia knelt before Master.  The bowl of objects in front of her, His thick, delicious cock rubbing against her drooling lips.  “Suck!” He commanded, “and push all the objects back inside — one by one!”
As she sucked, Master looked down on her, and watched as she inserted each object, pushing it as far up into her pussy as she could. “Cum!” He commanded, as each item plopped inward, between her wet nether lips.

She finished by pushing the clip down, over her clit, squeezing those lips together, tightly.
So full.

*    *       * *     *        *
Riding the subway home, Alicia tried to remember what she had done today. All she could think about was the objects she had been compelled to squeeze into her over-stuffed pussy.  A rubber eraser.  A white-board marker.  She lifted one hand, as if to adjust her hair, crossing right over left — but it was really so her forearm would brush against her right nipple.  She shuddered.
*    *       * *     *        *
“Seventy-two.” CLINK. Alicia dropped a penny into the bowl.  The last of her “loose change.” She was empty, now.
“Cum!” Master commanded.
Alicia shivered and cried, the waves overtaking her.  One orgasm for every object.  She felt exhausted, used-up — and still craved more. She sobbed and panted, tears running down her face, her lips in a grimace of subjugation.  Perhaps even pain.  Her mind was blank, not anticipating, only obedient.
“Are there any more?” Master demanded.
Alicia pushed her hand deep into her wet cunt, swirling the fingers around and probing, looking for any tiny little item still remaining that she might have forgotten. Her fingers emerged shiny, covered with a thick coating, globs of her own lubrications.  She licked her juices off them, one by one, shaking her head, looking up at Master.  There was nothing more.  No more objects.  No more resistance.  No more desire — except to obey.
She found she could not say the “N” word, and replied, “There aren’t any more, Master.  I am empty.”  Her hand fell to her side, and she panted, breathing deeply.  No longer anticipating the command to rinse the objects and return.  So tired.  So horny.  Aching for Master’s command to cum again.  So tired, wrung out.
“Have you learned your lesson, slut?” Master stepped forward, and teased her, rubbing the tip of His cock over her lips, her nose, her cheeks.  His cock felt so warm.  So firm, and soft.  The musky smell of His skin made her eyes want to close.
Alicia could no longer remember what the lesson was.  Only that she must obey Master.  Obey Master.  Obey Master.  She said the only word she could think of:  “Obey.”  She gazed up into Master’s eyes, while His cock wove back and forth over her face, covering one eye then the other.
“Good girl,” Master said.
Alicia shivered and whimpered at the trigger.  Unable to look away from Master’s eyes. Worshiping, aching for Him.  Waiting for a command — any command.
“Give me the bowl,” Master commanded.
For a moment, Alicia wasn’t sure what He meant.  Then she remembered the bowl of objects, still wet with her saliva, licked clean of her pussy juices.  Of course!  She would give him anything.  Anything.  She reached down to the floor and picked up the bowl, lifting it up toward Master like an offering to a god.  He took the bowl, and set it aside on the nearby table.

“Now, slave, remember what it felt like, to be so full.  So full, your pussy was about to explode.  To tear itself apart.”
Alicia felt the now-familiar sensation of being stuffed to bursting, the scrunching of the many little objects in her pussy.
“No more objects,” Master commanded.  “I want your cunt empty. Do you understand, slut?”
Alicia nodded her head, looking up at Master.  His cock had a bead of pre-cum at the tip, that she ached to lick.
“Empty, like your little head — but now, you ALWAYS feel full — just like you still had all these objects inside you.”
The slave’s gaze slipped past Master’s cock, looking into nowhere — seeming to see her own cunt, packed and stuffed with stones and marbles and coins…
“Being full and empty drives you crazy.  Being full and empty makes you so horny.  Being full and empty makes you want to obey.  Wanting to obey… makes you want to cum! Do you want to cum, slave?”
Alicia’s pussy felt so tired.  So raw. So full… or was it empty? She could no longer tell the difference.  She couldn’t help herself. She looked up at Master, her eyes pleading… and nodded her head.
“Cum!” Master commanded.  Over and over and over again, while He stuffed His cock in her mouth and made her suck.  “Cum!  Cum!  Cum! Cum!”
And as Alicia’s mind dropped deep into sub-space, she felt so blissfully full.  Or empty.  Mouth so full.  Cunt so empty.  Cum… cum… cum…  Mind so empty…  Cum… cum… cum…
If her lips hadn’t been stretched around Master’s warm, thick cock, Alicia would have smiled with joy.  She closed her eyes, and did the two things she COULD do, so very well.
Suck… and cum!
*    *       * *     *        *
More stories by jessicablank, and MzDominica’s other slaves, can be found at http://www.mzdominica.com/blog

– The End –

It is a beautiful, sultry day. A good day to play hooky from work, and get away for a few hours with my Master.  I will be picking him up shortly and we will spend a glorious day in the arresting beauty of the mountains.  A day of sunshine and outdoor sex. I can’t wait, I just love being up in these mountains and having sex out there, nothing wets my appetite more. I am wearing the apparel  he requested. Short body tank top, no bra, so he can get hold of them with ease. Short, shorts loose in the legs, no underwear, so he can get access to my cunt at will.
I know the perfect spot, about 10 miles off the dirt road. Mossy, soft ground for a nice, comfy, make shift bed, privacy but exposed to filtering sunlight through an umbrella of pine trees, a crystal clear pool of mountain clean water at the base of a 10 ‘ waterfall, that’s centered in a semi circle of rock bluffs, bold colors of reddish brown glistening like diamonds from the spray.
So, I have put together a little picnic. Food, wine and sex, can a day get any better!!! The quad is on the  truck and I am anxious to get started. As I pull up, there he is, waiting out by his shop.  As he gets in he leans over and  give me a kiss, deep tongue action that shivers my whole being, a little twist of the tit and rub of the clit, just to let me know what is down the road and even though today will be different he is still lord and master.
As I drive to  where we will park the truck and then continue our journey on the quad, we are just listening to the music. Master lays his head on my lap, gently rubbing the inside of my thighs, putting his hand up my shirt to caress the nipples and erect them by his touch. Playing just lightly enough to heighten my sensual awareness, but not enough to distract me. We are there, lock up the truck, take the quad off, load the picnic and we are off. I get to drive, to feel the power and vibration between my legs, actually makes my cunt muscles pulsate. Master is sitting on the seat behind me and we are off to our final destination.
It will take us about 20 minutes to get to the waterfall.  As we head on our way zig zagging along the incline that will get us to the site, I feel master cup my breasts. His skin is rough, sending quivers of delight down to my snatch, as he glazes them over the nipples. With the cooler air blowing on my face and chest, he pulls down the front my shirt so that it comes to rest under my breasts, exposing them to the breeze. Milking and twisting one brown eyed puppy, he reached into his pocket and produced a nipple clip which he instantly put in place.  Repeating his actions, my other puppy got clipped as well. I feel the tingling sensation on both breasts.  Stopping the flow of blood, they start to throb. As he lightly bites my neck and shoulders I feel his fingers rubbing circles on the now very protruding nipples, making me groan with pleasure. He slides his hand down my body and into my shorts, he touches the wet excitement between my legs. Massaging the lips over my clit, I can feel the cool air go between cloth and skin from the opening he created with his hand, it slaps my clit, that is reaching out to be touched. I can visualize his engorged cock resting up against my backside, just waiting to be released.

Thank god we are here, I don’t think I could concentrate any longer, my cunt is wet, my tits taunt, everything is pulsating out of control. As we shut down our machine and get off, master grabs my arms, turns me so I am facing him.  He slides down his shorts, puts his hand behind my neck, and utters, knees bitch, I do it instantly. On my knees, I take that ohhhhhh sooooooo awesome penis into a hot, wet, waiting mouth. As I suck Dicky he is in fucking motion, thrusting faster, deeper, his head is hitting the opening of my  throat. He just loves to have it close around the head while the gag reflex takes over. He keeps driving it back as I dig my fingers into his butt cheeks, one last thrust and he is down my throat. As he pulls back I taste his pre-cum sliding down to my belly. His hands reach for my breasts, he grabs hold and squeezes the claps, I utter a silent moan of pain and sigh of pleasure, as he lifts them up, motioning me to release him and stand. His fingers twist the throbbing nipples as he tugs on  them making a small groan of pain escape my lips. Letting go he clamps his hands on my wrists, spins me around and places them spread out on the seat of the quad, forcing me into a 90 degree bend over the seat. Placing one hand in the middle of my back the other slides between my cheeks to my pussy. As he goes by the opening of my cunt he sticks in two fingers getting them coated with cum. I feel a sting on my ass as he swats each cheek hard leaving small red welts. Pulling his fingers out he drags them back to my ass where he rams them all the way in turning and spreading, stretching the hole, ripening it to receive his throbbing cock. As I start to fuck his fingers he pulls them out, and starts to massage my bud , placing it between his fingers he presses them together fiercely as he pulls it down, what excitement is cruising through my body.  He slides his cock into my cunt, covering it with the juice that I just released. In and out ramming it in, harder and faster as I clamp down tight each time. As I moan my pleasure and let him know I am cum-ing, he lets his cock slip out and he fires it straight into my ass.  With his fingers playing  and taunting  my swollen, red bud, he rams his huge engorged cock deeper in to my ass.  My cunt spews out cum as a hot, erotic sensation surges through my being.  The harder I fuck him, the more intense his thrust become.  My cunt has gone into spasms, I cry out,  I’m cum-ing, god I’m cum-ing, I feel the cum shoot out and run down my leg.  I receive two sharp stings across my lower back, then holy shit, one, two, dynamite stabs of his thick dick, sending my belly up against the side of the seat as he releases his very essences deep in my ass.  As he removes his cock, he watches the cum that seeping out both ass and pussy.  What a glorious start to a great day this is. Giving us both a couple minutes to catch our breath, he send me to the falls to clean up.
Reaching over, I grab a towel from the basket, and head for the waterfall.  Carefully walking over the small rocks, I stand under the spray of water, facing into the little cove.  Ice cold water, gushing over my body, goose bumps tingling, it is cold, but so revitalizing. I reach up to remove the nipple clamps, as my nipples are now very numb. I feel breathing on my neck and a whisper in my ear, don’t you dare. Master had come to join me. As he motioned me forward into the cove, light spray hitting our bodies, he turns me around and gently releases the clamps. Feeling the surge of blood go to the ends, ohhh how they hurt. He gently snags one in his mouth and suckles it. Warming and soothing it as he sucks the pain away. Switching to the other one he does the same, sending a hot flash straight to my cunt. Thinking this could go on forever, it felt so great, but then I received a quick swat on the ass and as he suggested we get dried, dressed and go for a walk. There were things he wanted to find, for later. What a superb way to warm up after a icy cold shower.
Walking along the path, arm in arm enjoying the quiet, distant gently sounds of the day, birds chirping, squirrels chattering, a soft breeze blowing, so relaxing. Every now and then he instructs me to pick certain things. So far I have wild rose stems, small wispy pine tree branches, and now I am to pick some wild berries. We have come across some huckleberry, strawberry, and raspberry bushes. Tasting them, they are sweet and plump with juice. He picks a couple raspberries and lifting my breasts out of my shirt, he put a raspberry on each nipple. They are warm and wet. As he eats them from my tits, the yearning sensations for him to do more is uncontrollable as I put my hand behind his neck and force more than the nipple in his mouth. He obliges by sucking it hard, then gently he bits the nipple with his back teeth. Rotating it lightly between his molars, has cum dripping from my cunt. He slides his hand up the leg of my shorts and the instant they are in, I frantically fuck them as he moves them about. He lets me have one hell of a orgasm. With cum covered fingers he rubs some on my nipple, then as he licks it off, he trails his fingers across my lips, I open my mouth, and pull them in, like eating a sucker I clean to the stick.
As we head back to our love haven, master informs me that, today, anything I want him to do (to me) he will.  But, if I cum and every time I cum before he enters me, he will decide the punishment. So in a dreamy state we wander back. Me thinking of all the sexual thrilling things, while he’s contemplating all the torturous things he will be able to inflict.  And he knows there will be a few!
Reaching our little oasis, I lay a blanket on the puffy, green moss, set out our light lunch. Before I sit I need to get the wine that we had earlier set in the stream to chill. So while I am there I will quickly wash away the remains of our steamy walk. The cold water  is giving me high beams, and it’s very erotic feeling for my pussy. I better get out of here now before I start dripping.
Sitting down to please our appetite of a different kind, Masters asks what he will be doing. I let him know that I want my nipple to end up very taunt, I want to feel his cock sliding between my breasts so I can sip intoxicating liquid from his dick, he will drink from my nipples, and he will eat a berry, sparkling pie. Won’t be a problem he informs me. Master hands me the wild rose branches we had gathered and tells me to gently braid them, making two separate strands. Very puzzled I make two, three stranded braids, all the time pondering how they will be used????
As Master stands, I get up, then slowly running my nails down his sides, put my hands under his shirt, gently running my hands, fingers spread, upward lifting of his top. Trailing kisses and nibbles up his chest, leaving a couple hard nipples on my way by. Walking my fingers to his waist band I very softly hook it, releasing what is MY, crammed, hardening cock and tight butt. Lingering my lips just long enough to taste and savour the flavor of  my lolly pop, and definitely not forgetting to enjoy the large jaw breakers on my way by. As he steps out of his shorts, I remove my clothing.
Master commands me to lay down, hands behind my head and legs spread eagle. He picks up his shorts and what ever he has taken out from the pockets, he places close by on the blanket but out of eye sight. But filled with such anticipation and desire I quickly let the wondering pass.

Straddling my mid section, he grabs both breasts and milks them. Cupping them at the base and slowly pulling, drawing the blood to the ends, making them ache with longing. Sucking the ends now as he continues milking. Tantalizing them with flicks of his tongue, bites of pleasure, sucking harder he takes in more, moving from one to the other. Ohhhhh they are getting so hard, yearning is building with every succulent mouthful he takes. Gnawing passionately, my orgasm is building, the aching for more is almost unbearable. My body is starting to quiver, I feel cool liquid on them, sending a fantastic sensation throughout my whole being, as he pours a little wine on each and drink from my nipples. I must hold back my release that is almost out of control. He pulls his mouth away and tells me to cup my tits and keep the pushed together, and rest my chin on my chest. As I do this he starts to slid his exquisite, hard penis between them, hitting my lips as he fucks away. Each time I place it between my lips and flick the end with my tongue, sighs are released from both our lips. I know the cum will not wait long, before it is spewing from my hot, wanton, pussy. As his cock reaches my lips again, he says open, as I do, I taste the combination of pre-cum and wine go down my throat as he slowly pours wine on his cock and it runs between my breast and down his shaft into my awaiting mouth. Swallowing each time with just the tip in my mouth, is so erotic that my involuntarily spasms, shooting cum out so it drips right to my ass. I open my eyes and see that look, that look of I know what you just did and you shouldn’t have. Master grabs one nipple and stretches my breast straight out, reaching to his side with he other he places a nipple clamp just behind his finger, leaving the nipple exposed for his pinching pleasure.  He repeats this on the other one. I feel the pain instantly, shooting from the tip to down into the center of my tits. They are starting to throb now, I feel the pain/pleasure sensation as he takes one between his teeth and the other between his finger tips, biting and squeezing repetitively has me moaning and groaning.  The arousal I am receiving is quite intoxicating, and has my pussy pulsating with desire. As he removes his mouth and fingers, I groan my discontent, looking into his eyes to see that, just wait for what’s to come look, as he slides his body off and positions him self between my legs.
With his hand just under my butt, he massages the cum into my ass with is thumb, as his tongue flicks my clit like a snake striking his victim. Repetitively he licks my clit in an upward motion, striking my clit, applying more pressure each time. The awakening that he is creating will soon have me eject my cum again. With a voice full of wanting, lifting my cunt every time his tongue reaches my clit, I’m moaning, Ohhh god, Ohhh my god, I am going to cum, louder I get as he continues. And then with one good push of my hips and a holy fuck escapes from my lips, I have juicy cum just cascading out and a thumb up my ass. I sigh and wait for what is to follow. I don’t have to wait long. He swings his hand forward from under my butt leaving his thumb inside, he places two fingers in my cunt.  Squeezing them together with his thumb he gives a pull and a juggle. Shit how that hurt. Jiggling, staking, pulling, I am starting to enjoy this new found sensation.  I feel how wet I am and so does master.  Taking out his thumb and fingers, catching the warm juice that just flowed out of a very hot cunt, into his waiting hand.

You wasteful little bitch, was all I heard as he took the cum and wiped it over my breasts, smacking the side of them and giving the exposed nipples a hell of a twist that sent shock wave of pain shooting to my groin. You will learn to keep that deep inside of you until I am ready to have it come over me. He grabbed the rose stems that I had braided, taking my hands, pulling my arms up over my head he had me grip the base of a very small tree that was just above my head. Wrapping the thorny, braided strands around my wrists I have too keep hold of the tree while he finishes. The thorns are digging into my skin causing a constant pricking sensation. Picking up the pine branch we had brought back, he whips my bosoms, causing little red welts to appear. As I start to beg for him to stop, he give each nipple one sharp twist that has me gasping for air. Please, no more, please, I will control myself, Please I promise.  Not wanting to hear me, he makes me bend my knees and spread them out ward, exposing a very sweet, tender bud. Smacking it with the branch sends pain throughout my cunt, not stopping there he whacks the inside of my soft thigh, leaving raised welts. Please , Master Please, I promise Please stop. As I am pleating with him to stop, I feel the pain change to a weird form of pleasure. I find myself softly panting with excitement.
We will try this again and if you don’t cum you can have me, OK. He places one hand under my butt and lifts it up. I feel a hard rim and cool liquid enter my pussy. Placing the other hand under me, he lifts my ass even higher, his tongue is in and out, drinking the wine that is coming out as he moves in to drink up. Shit, Ohhhhh, my god, Fuck me harder, Please master please, I need more. He stops, removing his hands, I feel and smell the berry’s as he begins grinding and squishing between my pussy lips and into my clit. Such a mind boggling experience, I start thrusting my pelvis into his face as he eats his berry pie. He is biting, sucking, licking, not wasting any juice. I feel the little seeds on the end of his tongue as they circle my clit, in for a bite, sucking ohhh so hard, he is taking it all, ravishing my clit , cunt, I hear my voice , louder, raspier, fuck me now, please, please, I need your cock deep inside, please fuck me, ohhh god fuck me please. As he sticks his tongue into my cunt I expel the cum I could not hold back any longer. All I hear is you fucking bitch, as he comes up and deposits the wasted cum into my mouth forcing me to swallow.
Reaching beside his leg, he grabs a clamp and chains. Hooking the chains to the nipple clamps, he then puts the clamps on my clit. Fuck, I scream as the pain shoots straight to my head, tears escape, Please no Master no, I plead with him. Now we will try again and if you succeed I will release them before I fuck you.
Sobbing and sighing I have no choice but to relax. As he runs his tongue over my nipples and pulls the chain I feel the pleasure of pressure on my clit sending electric, erotic shock waves through out my body. He moves down to my clit, enticing it with his tongue he inserts three fingers in to my cunt. Fuck them bitch and don’t you cum. My clit is throbbing from the pleasure of his fingers, rubbing and teasing, gently tugging the chain. I start thrusting my ass, fucking his fingers, faster and faster. He thrusts them in harder with every clamp on my spasming muscles, he tugs on the chain. Sending erotic, painful, but tantalizing surges throughout my entire body. Your cock I scream, please your cock, I need that huge, rock hard, cock. He continues to finger fuck, I hold back, fucking harder and harder. Still holding back, but it is becoming to much, fuck me with that cock of yours, Please, Please, Ohhh god please I beg you master, fuuuuuuck me. Finally I feel his fingers leave. I feel the rush of blood go to my tits and clit, as the clamps are released. Shit the pleasure/pain sensation is soooo thrilling. If he doesn’t get in there soon I will cum again.

Finally, he shifts my legs so they are on his chest. I raise my ass up to meet him. Putting his hands on my knees, he pulls me forward as he drives his huge, engorged Johnson, deep up my cunt. Ohhhhh, fuck he feels so gooooood. Thrusting his cock, faster, faster, harder, please harder, I plea as he rams it deeper and deeper. OHHHH god I feel the juice, need to hold back, want more, fuck me fuck me I groan. God master I love your cock inside me.  I clamp my muscles around that enormous cock, holding tight as he pulls away, over and over. I am starting to lose control, I scream, my cum is  going to erupt, fuck me harder, pleaaase, Oh god, ohhhh god. Suddenly he pulls out, taking hold of my legs, he flips me, as he tells me to turn over, and on my knees. Ohh boy, love it this way. I get my ass in position in record time, he grabs my hips and pulls me in, ramming me against his groin. Now I start to really clamp and pull, moving forward, backwards, clamp release, clamp release, my muscles squeezing on his cock. He hits my g spot every time, sending such erotic jolts. Fucking him harder, faster, ohh god can’t hold back.  I scream fuck me now, drive it home baby, drive it home. He hammers his cock in again and again. He is ready, like a sledge hammer driving a spike he whacks it in, so hard, sooo deep, he releases his cum, ohhh yes babe, yes babe, I’m screaming as I spew my cum all over his luscious cock. He removes his cock, watches as the cum runs out of my cunt, and down his cock. He lays down beside me, pulls me into his arms. Both of us exhausted from such exhilarating pleasure. Before he drifts off for a quick replenishing nap, I hear don’t for get to clean me up.
I lay there, relaxing, listening to his heart beat, taking in the smell of his very essence, thinking what a awesome day this has been.  Butt it is not over, I reach for the bottle of wine, and with the little that is left, I take a small mouthful, hold it and taking his soft, succulent cock in my mouth, I rinse it with the wine. Swishing my tongue and the wine around, it is cleaned, I swallow. Wine and combined cum, sweet nectar of the gods. Now that he is cleaned I get up and take the short walk to the falls, washing myself, the icy water is so rejuvenating and invigorating. God I have never felt quite so good.
Knowing it is almost time to start back, I leave the falls. Master is stirring, as I kneel and give him a very deep, sweet tasting kiss, he grabs me, pulls me down close as we finish our kiss clutching each other in a embrace of utter fulfillment.  Getting up, we both get dressed, load our stuff on the quad and get ready to leave. This time he’s driving and I get to sit back and enjoy.
I am really an insatiable bitch.  Still feeling the glow of our fucking session, I start to kiss his neck, nibble his ear lobe, moving my hands up his shirt and over his nipples. He lets a sigh escape his lips, with one hand teasing his nipple, I let my other one wander down between his legs. Cupping his balls I lightly give them a squeeze and rub. I can feel his cock growing, I slid my hand into his shorts, cupping his cock in my fist, I start to move it up, down, around. Rubbing my thumb on its head. His ahhh’s of pleasure are turning into moans of anticipation. I whisper in his ears, Master I need all my holes filled, my stomach is growling with hunger for you.  You have fed my ass and cunt but not my gut. My stomach graves substance, nourishment, as I squeeze my hand tighter around his now throbbing, pulsating dick.  Up the road he turns down into a small, but grassy, parking area. As he gets off he says, OK bitch satisfy your appetite.
As he places his arms slightly behind on the seat,  his groin is sticking out slightly. As I get o n my knees, I release  his tally whacker. Gripping one hand on his butt and let the other one play with ying and yang, I slowly ease my lips over his very abundant manhood. Apply tongue pressure as I slide my mouth up and down his shaft, taking him in and out, up and down. When I get to the head I insert the tip of my tongue in his opening, plundering it in and out. I start to suck it back in, slowly taking it deeper, sucking harder, taking it further back each time. God he tastes so good. As I continue to savour this sausage, I feel the juice dripping from my cunt. He stands up straight and places his hand behind my head. Ramming it into his groin I feel his cock hit the back of my throat. Gagging and chocking, it closes around his cock, he is panting and thrusting harder and harder, getting his cock just down into  my throat. One then two dynamite hits of his pelvis sends the head of his cock down my throat. Juice is ejecting out of my cunt as his nectar goes shooting down my throat, feeding my hunger. I feel it running down into my stomach, as I swallow, closing even harder on his shaft. With a hard thrust of his cock his moans of pleasure escape his lips, as he pulls back slightly. I suck and suck, milking the last of his essences and swallow, he is now drained and completely empty, while I am deliciously full.
Standing up, I put his shorts in place. Sticking my hands down my shorts, I insert two fingers into my cunt, letting them get covered in my juice. Removing them I gently trace his lips with my nectar, he then slowly takes them into his mouth and removes the juice. As I take them out, he puts a hand on my neck and draws me to his lips. With our tongues entwined we savour our combined nectar in a deep and passionate kiss.

It’s time to head home. We mount the machine, both lost in our own dreamy thoughts of this magical day of sex in the enchanting outdoors.

– The End –

For most of my adult life I have had the fantasy of  kidnapping a young girl/woman and making her my sex slave.  Until recently it was only a fantasy.  I won the lottery  7 months ago and knew my fantasy would become reality because I now had the money to buy a house that was fairly secluded and had a basement that I could use part of to make a Bondage/Rape Room. I found the perfect house. It sits on 5 acres and has numerous trees that do a good job of hiding the house and both the front and back yards from the road that runs in front.  The basement is full size and has 4 rooms that the previous owner used for extra bedrooms, a laundry room, a full-size bathroom, and 15 foot by 15 foot room that was used for storage.  The storage room is perfect for a bondage/rape room now that I have made it sound proof and added a bed, and hooks in the walls and ceiling.

I spent a lot of money gathering the needed bondage materials. I had to buy a cabinet to store all the rope, duct tape, gags, blindfolds, butt plugs, vibraters, dildos, handcuffs, lubricant.  All I had to do was find a victim.  I cruised the local high schools, colleges, shopping malls looking for the Chosen One.  I wanted someone who was between the ages of 16 and 30, was pretty, and had a nice figure. It took me 3 weeks of almost daily and nightly searching but I finally found her.

Her name is  Heidi, she is 18, and beautiful. Her tits are perfect and her ass makes me almost cum just thinking about it.  I found Heidi on a dark and dreary Wednesday night as she was trying to thumb a ride back into town. It had just started to rain fairly heavily when I came upon her.  I could see from my car’s headlights that she was cute and I thought maybe my search was over.  I carried a “kidnap kit” consisting of a knife, 2 pairs of handcuffs, 2 ballgags, 2 blindfolds,  2 large bandanas, and a roll of silver duct tape.  I had 2 of each item just in case I had 2 victims to deal with at the same time.  I always kept the knife within reach under the driver’s seat.

I pulled up to Heidi and rolled down the passenger-side window and asked if she wanted a ride.  She gladly accepted and got in.  I asked her where she was headed and she told me an area that was located on the far side of town.  I told her I was going right by there.  When we were about 10 minutes from reaching the area Heidi wanted to get to I pulled the car into the deserted parking lot of a large shopping mall.  She asked if something was wrong and I said “No, not as long as you do as you are told”. And I stuck the knife under her throat.  She froze in place and I told her to lean forward and put her hands behind her back.  She whimpered a little and asked me to please not hurt her.  I let the sharp edge of the knife touch her throat and told her that I didn’t like having to repeat orders.  She leaned forward, put her hands behind her back and I handcuffed them.  She started to cry and I told her to sit up and face forward.  As soon as she was sitting up straight I put one of the blindfolds over her eyes and told her to open her mouth.  I shoved one of the bandanas in her mouth, completely filling it and tore off a strip of duct tape to seal her lips.  I cupped her breasts, which to my delight were of ample size, and told her she was going to be my sex slave. She started crying harder and I told her if she kept it up she might choke on the gag.  I drove out of the parking lot and headed home.  I told Heidi she would be raped in all three of her holes, kept blindfolded, bound, and gagged at all times.  The only time she wouldn’t be gagged was when she was eating or when I was fucking her mouth. I asked if she was a virgin and she nodded her head yes.  I told her I would take care of that in no time.

I drove home very carefully.  All I needed was to either get in an accident or get stopped by the cops.  How would I explain the beautiful bound, gagged, and blindfolded girl sitting in my front seat?  We finally arrived at my house and I pulled into the garage and used my automatic garage door closer to close the door before I got Heidi out of my car.  I told Heidi that we were home and she struggled trying to get loose and tried screaming, but she was cuffed and gagged too good to have any effect.  Heidi struggled some when I took her out of the car but I just laughed and told her to struggle and scream all she wanted, no one could help her now.

I took Heidi downstairs to the bondage/rape room and told her this was going to be her home for a long time.  I undid the handcuffs and told her to strip.  She hesitated and I said either she did it or I would and she would regret having me strip her.  She stripped naked and I was very pleased to see she has the body of a goddess.  I cuffed her hands in front of her and then to a hook in the wall next to the bed and told her to kneel on the bed. When she got into position I pulled her legs apart and tied her ankles to opposite ends of the bed and told her I was going to fuck her in the ass first.  She screamed and struggled which made me even harder than I already was.  I dropped my pants, lubed up her anal opening and shoved my cock into her ass as far as I could. Heidi bucked like a bucking bronc and screamed trying to get away, but I was impaled in her ass.  I fucked her for about 15 minutes then I came in her ass.  After I recovered from the best ass fucking I had given a girl in a long time, I inserted a medium sized butt plug into her tight, but sore ass and taped it in place.  I placed Heidi in a strict hog-tie position and left her for the night, telling her that was just the beginning.  She was sobbing so hard I don’t think she heard me.
I have had Heidi as my sex slave for 2 months now.  I have raped her in all 3 holes so many times I lost count.  It’s a good thing I am fixed or she would be pregnant by now.  I broke her will after about a week, and now she just lies there while I rape her. Her parents and the police have no idea if she was kidnapped, ran away or what happened.  I’m thinking of mailing her parents some of the pictures I have taken of me raping her, just for kicks.

… to be continued

I was becoming more adept at my sexual travels using the artifact, and began to experience a deep gratification therefrom.  My next journey took me to a place where I could have the satistaction of being in charge, and to mold the scenerio to my deep gratification.
I hadn’t even begun to tap the outrageous resources here, the possibilities were almost literally infinite.  My dick became hard just thinking of what I might do next.
The next free weekend I locked myself in my apartment and room, and lay down to have some more nasty fun.  I felt quite relaxed, and my peter needed to be relieved. I went through the beginning process, and found myself standing in the incredible hallway of pleasure.
I walked leisurely down the hallway for quite some distance before stopping at a door title of interest.  It read: ‘Excentric billionaire training female cocksuckers.’
The idea appealed to me and I stepped inside, and looked around.  I indicated 24 hours duration, and closed the door.  The familiar anteroom was there, and when I opened the door at the end of the room…everything about this destination became known to me.

At once I understood what was going on here, and my role as owner and operator of the facility.  I was a multi billionaire, and I indulged my sexual fantasies by offering certain women one million dollars to be trained as compulsive cocksuckers.  The women must never have sucked cock, and must be between the ages of 18 and 50, and very pretty, with a great ass.  That was always a primary requisite!
I would pay them one million dollars at the end of ninety days, and not before, if they opened themselves completely to my influence, and the training of my large staff of experts, to be conditioned to suck pecker and eat semen compulsively, and irreversibly, an addiction that would be permanent for the rest of their lives.
I walked into the main training area and my staff gathered around me to give me the latest progress reports, and fill me in on the newest, and most effective brainwashing techniques.
This facility was state of the art, with no equal anywhere in the world according to my estimate.  At present there were twenty attractive women being conditioned here, and they were in various stages of addiction.

I went into my large office and told my assistant to bring in the newest recruit for indoctrination.  I always enjoyed these intro conversations…It was quite embarrassing for the women, who had never indulged in giving oral sex before.

The huge sum of money offered them, however, broke every barrier of shyness and embarrassment.  I sat at my desk and a very pretty woman age thirty five walked in, and stood looking at me.

She wore a tight skirt and had a perfect ass.  “Sit please”, I offered, as I stood up and walked around to her.  She sat in a comfortable lounge chair, and crossed her pretty legs.  “So you want to become a cocksucker for one million dollars?”, I smiled at her, leaning against the desk.
She blushed terribly, and recrossed her legs and cleared her throat. “I…ah…well…ah…”, she couldn’t seem to verbalize her meaning. Finally she looked down and said…”Yes, that’s correct.”
I smiled at her in a friendly manner…”There’s no need to be ashamed Julie…if you complete the training you will be a very rich woman.” She shifted again and looked directly at me…”It’s worth it to me…”, she managed…”I can’t even imagine that much money…and just for doing oral copulation.”
“Have you ever sucked cock before?”, I quizzed, standing over her now. She looked up and sighed…”No I haven’t…but I’ve fantasized about it many times.”  “We will train you completely”, I continued, “in the end you will greatly enjoy eating dick and swallowing cum.”
She blushed again and licked her lips.
“Alright the process begins now”, I said sternly, “tell me Julie..what are you?”  She looked up and down again…”You mean…”, she uncrossed her legs…”I…I’m a cocksucker!”, she gushed, looking shyly at me.
I grinned at her…”No, not yet…”, I murmured, as I took her chin in my hand, “but you will be.”

“Before we begin your training Julie I want to show you something.”  I moved very close to her and my crouch was a few inches from her face. She looked at my zipper blankly.  I reached down and unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick, which was beginning to harden from our conversation.

I peeled back my foreskin and touched her lips with my pisshole…”Open your mouth Julie”, I whispered, holding the back of her head firmly. She parted her lips and my dick was dripping on her blouse as I pushed it in her mouth..
She just sat there and let me shove my meat in her pretty mouth, but she didn’t suck it.  I slowly fucked her oral cavity,  looking at the top of her head.  “Ah Julie, semen is good for you…it’s got so many good nutrients.”
Julie nodded her head a bit a grunted. “Umg..huh.”, was all I heard as I slowly porked her cute mouth.  I pulled my dick out again and looked down at her…”Tell me what you are Julie”, I panted.  She licked her lips and swallowed…”I’m a cocksucker…”, she whispered, “a dirty cocksucker!”

“You are a dirty cocksucker Julie, I can tell already!”, I said cheerfully, “and we will teach you to like doing it all the time and eating large amounts of semen. Having my peter in your mouth is a good start girl.”  “Now we will begin your journey toward the one million dollars.”  I pushed a button and a female assistant came in.  She waited for me to speak.

“I fucked Julie’s mouth just a bit and she did very well…begin her full training now, she’s a bit shy at the moment.”
The assistant came over, smiled, and took Julie’s arm and led her away. “Just put yourself in our hands hon”, she said…”you’ll like eating cum…when we’re through with you.”  They left the room and I put my dick back in my pants and zipped up.
I went to the main training cubicles to view the prospective millionaires being put through their conditioning phases.  The first cubicle was being used to train Lindsey…a very pretty brunette.
Lindsy had her panties off and was sitting on a special fuck penis, and was being conditioned to adjust to the taste of semen. A glass containing fresh cum sat in front of her.  She still had her blouse on and a special porcelain bowl was beneath her face in the event of vomiting.

Although the women were given anti nausea drugs, they sometimes vomited from the taste and idea of eating male ejaculate.  This was normal, and in time, while they were brought to orgasm by the specially designed vibrating rubber dildo inside them, they began to associate swallowing the tangy cream with great pleasure.

This process took weeks but in the end, by use of special conditioning drugs, and deep hypnosis, they were eventually able to drink one third of a glass of freshly donated cum, and greatly enjoy the taste and consistancy, while experiencing an intense orgasm.
We had hundreds of male semen donors, constantly jacking off into collection containers, to keep our trainees well fed.  The males were carefully screened, to insure their production of safe, viable seminal fluid.

When the women reached the point where they could gulp down the one third glass of cum and enjoy it…they were ready for the horse semen.
This required a complete new adjustment, when we informed them of the type of semen they would be eating, and often resulted in more retching, but in time they were able to drink the large volume of horsecum while yelling in pleasure, as globs of horse jazz dribbled from their mouth.
All of the activities here were extremely confidential, and protected, and no videos or other forms of recording were ever  made of the women during the training process.
The special drugs, deep hypnosis, and other sophisticated forms of conditioning that were used soon addicted the humiliated trainees to an intense and unrelenting need to eat cum of any kind.  The rubber dicks fucked in and out of their wet cunts driving them into a frenzy of orgasm, and the nurses saw to it that plenty of semen was supplied to them to satisfy their needs.

When a trainee was highly addicted to eating seminal fluid, her next phase of training began.  Sitting on the same dildo device, the women were presented with erect male cocks to suck, one on each side.  The women were never allowed any kind of sexual release, except for eating cum or performing fellatio on the  endless line of male volunteers.
The males wore special head masks so that the women never actually saw them…only the man’s penis was visible to the woman while she performed oral sex on him to completion.
The female trainees were subjected to constant verbal conditioning by the males,  in the form of obscene epithets, such as cocksucker, cumeater, suckslut, etc, so that the women were brought to intense orgasm hearing these words as they swallowed the mouthfuls of salty scum.

Soon the trainees were sucking off ten or twenty males in one session…and eating the hot orgiasmic fluid, having gone over the edge of the limits of their own self image.
They were cocksuckers clearly and simply.  Next the women began intense hypnotic conditioning…to insure that they continued on with their oral fetish after their payment and release.  They would be permanently imprinted with an irresisible craving…the intense need to suck every peter that they could wrap their lips around.
They would be highly addicted to sucking cock in general, and unwashed dicks inparticular.  They would seek out cocks to suck day and night, and could never be satisfied no matter how many loads of thick slime they swallowed.

One trainee, Lucy, was ready to leave and to collect her one million dollar reward. I always enjoyed this moment, and made sure I got a good blowjob before they were released.
Lucy sat in a small cubicle wearing a tight, fashionable women’s suit, and her face was beautiful as she looked up at me.  I walked in and closed the door.  My crouch was a few inches from her pretty face.
“Well Lucy you’re ready to collect your money and leave us…but before you do, I need relief…you know what I mean don’t you?”
She became very nervous and squirmed in discomfort, looking at the bulge in my pants, two inches from her mouth.  She started to  breathe very rapidly, and trembled as I unzipped my fly and pulled out my weiner. I stroked it until it was hard, and semen dripped on the front of her blouse.
She looked at my pecker next to her face, and slowly ran her tongue around the perimeter of her bright red lips.
She grabbed my dick and started to shove it in her pretty mouth.  I pulled back and chastized her…holding my dong just out of range.  She had a puzzled look on her face as she looked up at me.
“You’ll have to beg me you little cocksucker!”, I grunted wickedly, and I slapped her mouth with my stiff dick.
She groaned and twitched and began to masterbate herself as I rubbed my wet pisshole over her mouth.  “You beg me you dirty little cocksucker or you won’t finish in the money!”  I was greatly enjoying her humiliation and looked down grinning sarcastically as she pleaded with me.  “You know I need to suck that peter”, she groaned, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Please, please let me suck your pecker off, please, I know I’m a dirty cocksucker and I know you have to embarrass me.”  “I need to eat your fucking dickwad…please call me dickwad while you fuck my mouth…I’ve got to eat dick several times a day thanks to your training.  Please just let me suck your pisshole and taste your urine…please just let me do that!”
I stroked my peter and looked down at her…”Open wide dickwad and stick your tongue out…I need to jackoff!”
She opened her mouth widely, her eyes squinted in pleasure as I beat off over her tongue.  She was groaning and moaning as I shot a thick glob of dick snot over her tongue and face.
She went into orgasm very quickly…her lower body jerking in pleasure, and she looked up at me, her eyes glazed over, craving the funky dick snot filling her oral cavity.
I pumped my hips again and again, holding the back of her head, squirting hot cum on her tongue, and soon it filled her mouth to overflowing.  She looked up at me and moaned out loud, her mouth wide open and full of white foamy goo.
“Umph…uggh…ulp”, was the only sound she could make and then  I nodded at her. She gulped the hot tangy glue down, swallowing several times as she ate the disgusting mess.  I emptied the contents of my balls over her tongue and she ate it all, going into intense orgasm as she gulped.  Soon she was finished, and slumped down exhausted, and my limp peter hung by her face dripping cum.
“Good fucking blowjob Lucy…you cocksucking little slut!”  She licked her pretty lips and cleaned around her mouth with her tongue, and swallowed the globs of paste there. She looked up at me satisfied and exhausted.
“Ok girl…go get your money, it’s over!”  She grinned at me widely and wiped her face off with a handkerchief as she left.  The front of her blouse was covered with thick gobs of cum but she didn’t even seem to notice.

She collected her one million tax paid dollars and is now a rich woman.

She would, however, have to satisfy her disgusting habit on a regular basis…but with that kind of money I think she could live with it.
The session was near an end and I returned to the anteroom until I was propelled back to my bed.  I slept exhausted for eight hours after this journey.  It took that much out of me.
It’s good to know there are a lot of pretty cocksuckers somewhere out there in ‘sexworld’ looking for lunch…and I was partly responsible.

– The End –