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

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

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

“Into the shower and be quick about it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you ready then?” he asked quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He left her without another word.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He just nodded and unlaced his breeches.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

– The End –

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

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

My name is Kayla North.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tommy Boy would come to be one such exception…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was going to be too easy…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was going to be fun…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Leave my socks on?” He repeated.

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

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

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

Again, he approached me…

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

“But-”

“Now.”

“Lady, you sure drive a hard bargain…”

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

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

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

“There you are ­ but where are my clothes.”

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

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

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

“All right, all right.”

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think there’s been a mistake…”

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

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

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

Tommy Boy most certainly had not been expecting this…

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

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

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

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

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

First, only an inch of him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

– The End –

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My story begins in a small southern Ontario town, during a hot muggy summer. I was seventeen years old, and full of raging hormones. My neighbor, Mrs. Sarah MacClaren, was every teen males fantasy. Long thick cascading blonde hair that flowed down over her shoulders, a golden brown tan, hypnotic blue eyes, pouty lips and those breasts, wow, large and firm (36DD) and nipples that could poke your eyes out. Her legs where wonderful.

I lusted after this lady for the last two years and thought that here goes another summer of masturbating and fucking bimbos.

This was to change today, unbeknownst to me. The day started out with my mother asking me to go over to Mrs.MacClaren’s place, and help her move some furniture as her husband and son where away as usual playing golf.

I knocked on the door. Mrs. MacClaren answered wearing a short mini skirt, high heels and a blouse that showed the ampleness of her breasts. She said, “Come in Max, how are you?” “Ok I guess.” “Listen Max,” she said, “could you help me move the furniture in the bedroom, as I’m going to paint today; this is the last room in the house that needs doing.” I asked her if she was painting the closet, and if she was that we should cover the clothes or remove them to another room. She said move them to the next room. I nearly fell over, when I opened the door to her closet. Lingerie the likes I have only seen in a Victoria Secrets’ catalog. Touching these items makes me feel hot and flushed, caused my heart to beat so fast that I’m sure that she could hear it in the next room. I finished the task and was about to leave when Mrs.MacClaren said, “Max thanks for the help. I was wondering if you would come by tonight and join me for supper. I hate eating alone,” she said, “and call me Sarah, Mrs. MacClaren makes me feel old, okay?”

I go home, but my hard on is so stiff it aches. I begin to fantasize about Sarah naked and offering her mouth to me to fuck, which only makes me harder. I begin to stroke my thick meaty cock and it was not long before I spewed loads of cum all over myself. Now I needed to rest and fell into a deep sleep. Some time later, I hear my mother yell down to me that Mrs.MacClaren is on the phone. “Hello, Max are you coming over for supper?”

“What time is it?” I said. “Five thirty,”she replied. “Oh! I’m so sorry, yes but I’ll be a little later as I need to shower and shave.”

She said bring what you need and do it over here or we will end up eating a dry supper.

I quickly grab my dress pants, clean socks and underwear, a golf shirt and dress shoes along with my razor and cologne and head over to her place.

I knocked at Sarah’s’ door and she said come in. It’s me Sarah, Max. Washroom is on your left, hurry up.

I go in, get undressed and placed my dirty clothes into her hamper. I hopped into the shower and began washing myself. The water was warm, relaxing and so invigorating that I took an hour in the shower. I stepped out of the shower to find my clothes where gone…all of them.

I grabbed the robe on the back of the door, put it on and went out to look for Sarah. There she was in the living room wearing black stiletto heels, black seamed silk stockings, black lace panties and corset with elbow length black lace gloves carrying what appeared to be a collar and riding crop. She said come here Max, now! I swallowed and complied. Sarah where are my clothes? she replied right here, handing me several gift-wrapped boxes.

“I have a surprise for you,” she said,”but first things first.” She reached next to her and picked up a beautiful long silk scarf; then she placed it over my eyes securing it behind my head. I felt vulnerable, unsure, insecure which is what she wanted I am sure.

Then I felt her place her hands on my shoulders and trace a path down to my nipples, she squeezed them between her fingers making me wince. Oh what a feeling. Her hands moved back towards my shoulders this time pushing the robe off of them.

I stood naked in her living room, blindfolded and at her mercy. She said, “From henceforth I will be known only to you as Mistress Sarah. You however will have to earn your name, slave.”

She then secured my wrist behind my back with another scarf. I started to get frightened. She took something silky feeling and started caressing my nipples with it. My nipples jumped to attention as my Mistress stroked them. She proceeded to lead me into another room.

Shortly I discovered it was her bedroom as she sat me down on her bed. My Mistress ordered me to raise one leg. I felt a silk-like material rub against my leg and then the other. “Stand up slave,” she said and I followed instructions immediately. Well an hour goes by and my whole body is tingling with the sensation of soft sensual material that is arousing me like no other sensation I have felt before.

Then panic started setting in as I become aware of more than one person is in the room.

She took the blindfold off and sitting there are three other women dressed in some of the sexiest lingerie.To my horror, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror facing me.

Here I stand, dressed in pinks stockings and garter belt with matching panties, a pink babydoll trimmed in white lace in front of four women who I frequently fantasized about.

Mistress Sarah ordered me over to stand in front of Katrina, a women that could be compared to wine(gets better with age). “Kneel you little sissy,” she said. As I did Dom Katrina opened her legs and ordered me to lick her wet pussy. She spread her legs as my face buried itself between her clean shaved cunt. I began by sucking on the lips of her pussy alternating from one to another. Her breathing sped up with every stroke of my tongue and caress of my lips on her pussy. It was not long before she was climaxing feverishly. The others watched on and masturbated themselves causing a stirring in my own loins. Diana then spoke and suggested finishing the transformation. All agreed.

My hands were untied, and I was led into a powder room, sat down in front of a big mirror that had all kinds of makeup. They looked through several magazines pointing and whispering and finally agreeing on something. They looked at me and smiled.

The next hour was filled with my legs and chest being shaved, foundation being applied, eyebrows being shaped, and finally lipstick and eye shadow being applied. Then more whispering, another nod and a long dark wig were placed on my head. One of the other mistresses, Linda styled my new hair.

My physical transformation was complete, they seemed pleased with themselves.

Tying my hands behind my back, I was led back to the living room. They pulled out a video camera and started taping. Linda sat in the leather armchair and said, “Bitch get your ass over here.” I complied. Now she said, “Bend over my knee slave.” I did as told to. She pulled my panties down and began to spank my ass with the palm of her hand. I felt the sting of her hand on each cheek. The feeling went from one of pain to arousal. My cock started to throb and I knew she could feel it between her thighs. Mistress Linda ordered me up and Sarah walked over to me. All the other mistresses seemed to acknowledge her leadership. Sarah took my cock into her mouth and started sucking furiously. I could feel my cock slide in and out of her mouth, my cum starting to build up in depths of my loins. After about fifteen minutes of constant sucking, licking, squeezing, she pulled me out of her mouth and ordered me cum on her face. I came and came like never before.

My mistress then ordered me to make each woman cum by eating their wet juicy pussies. Each cunt was wetter than the last, leaving my face drenched in pussy juices.

My mistress stood me up and lead me over to the kitchen table where my wrist were unfastened . I was bent over the table and my wrist where attached to the legs on the opposite side of the table. When I was secured each of them applied ten hard whacks to my ass with a wooden spoon. I could feel my cheeks tingling, my cock stirring.

Sarah spoke, “Ladies our little virgin requires some special attention.” I heard sounds then quiet fell across the room. My ass suddenly felt a sudden pressure, and the feeling of something entering me was evident.

Mistress Sarah said we are going to fuck that pretty little ass of yours just like all those teen sluts you fucked. The huge strap-on slid in and out of me faster and faster, then deeper and deeper. Sarah then rammed that dick of hers slow and deep, cuming several times. Each mistress took their place behind me and reamed my ass until they came.

Finally I was untied and ordered to clean each cunt with my mouth. After completing my required duty they then handed me an envelope. I opened it and on a piece of paper was a name: Sheila. I read it. Mistress Sarah then said, “This is your new name, Sheila.”

Thus began a summer of discovery and initiations.

 – The End –

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The rising sun’s warming rays glinted off the ocean waves. Her eyes flickered open, squinting to see her surroundings. She lay upon what remained of the ship, bobbing lightly with the swells of the turquoise ocean. There was no land in sight. Something inside her clung to hope, like a newborn clings to its mother. Hope that she would see land or that a passing ship might see her. But part of her also knew that the sun and the lack of drinkable water would most likely get her first.

During the first couple days on her makeshift raft, she had been able to stay alert and awake. Now, it was nearly impossible to keep her eyes open. She drifted in and out of sleep, finding that each time she opened her eyes, the sun had crept higher into the sky. Her mind drifted and she dreamt of hearing voices. She laughed softly as she dreamt of being rescued and placed in a big feather bed. Men came to her and waited upon her, pampered her. She could almost taste the fresh water on her lips.

Her eyes flickered open, ending her dream and bringing her reality crashing back in. A wave slapped against her, filling her mouth with salt water and removing the dreamt taste of fresh water. Tears filled her eyes as her body shook with each sob.

Voices. She could hear the voices now. Did that mean she was dreaming. Or did the sirens come to take her away. Was she now to join the world of the unliving. She was ready. And she told them so with a croaky whisper. Then she drifted off again.

She suddenly became aware of the pain coursing through her body. Her heart sank as she realized that the pain could only mean that her aunt was right, and that she had gone to hell. Her eyes burned without even opening them, she could feel the heat on them. But she had to see her surroundings, she had to see this hell she had been sent to. Her eyes slowly blinked opened. Darkness surrounded her, but intense light seemed to stab at her. A large red human form approached her. Its hand felt like a huge weight upon her head, and she could feel the burning sensation it left on her skin.

The deep voice pierced her eardrums. “She’ll be okay. She’s dehydrated and sunburnt, but she should recover with a few days of bed rest and liquids.” She drifted off to sleep.

She awoke later to find that the pain in her body had subsided. As she opened her eyes, she was able to make out her surroundings. She was in a bed, aboard some form of ship. As she looked around the room, a young man smiled at her before he ran out of the room shouting, “Captain, Captain, she’s awake.”

She sat herself up a bit more in bed, noticing that she was wearing a man’s nightshirt. She peeked under the covers to look at the rest of herself. As the door opened, she quickly forced the covers back down.

The captain, a tall man in his late 50’s with wispy grey hair, smiled and laughed softly at her. “I hope you are comfortable. I figured a lady such as yourself should have the best quarters on the ship. The doctor should be here shortly. You’re quite safe now.”

“Thank you,” she croaked out in a hoarse voice.

The captain waved at the cabin boy, and he quickly fetched her a glass of water. She sipped slowly at it as it cooled her throat’s roughness. She was about to speak again when the doctor entered the room.

“How’s our young lady doing? Back in the land of the living I see.” He quickly sat down beside her. Unlike the captain, he didn’t wear the navy blues but rather the infantry red. Otherwise they could have been brothers. He placed his hand on her forehead. “Yes, the fever has passed. I think you’re now out of harm’s way.”

“Where am I?” she whispered.

“My dear, you are aboard the HMS Redemption. Her Majesty’s navy is here to help make these waters safe from pirates. I only wish we could have been there before you were harmed.” The doctor looked proud in his statement of the Navy’s capabilities.

The Captain asked, “Can you tell us who you are and what happened to you?”

Before she could answer, the doctor cut her off, “She should rest Captain. She needs to get some food in her belly and get some more sleep. We can ask her questions later, once she has her strength back.”

With that the two older men left. The cabin boy ran to fetch her some food. After eating her fill, she drifted off to sleep. She awoke later to use the lavatory with some assistance from the cabin boy to help her move from the bed to the head. She knew that the cabin boy was looking her over, and she figured that he probably had touched her while she slept and they were alone. She was too grateful to be alive to care.

The next day she awoke to find the captain and doctor waiting for her. She was feeling much better even though her body ached. Before either of them could ask her anything, she said, “I am the Lady Carolina of Barcelona.”

“M’lady,” the Captain said, bowing his head slightly. “Which vessel were you on when you were attacked?”

She requested some water and it was brought to her.

“It is a very long story. I think that maybe I should start at the beginning. About 5 years ago at the age of 19, I moved from Britain to marry Don Jose of Barcelona. Shortly after our marriage, he died while on business in Columbia. I sailed to Columbia about 3 years ago to pay my respects to his grave site in Columbia. While there, I decided to visit the country. My late husband had many friends, and they helped me travel and see their wonderful country.”

The doctor, captain and cabin boy all listened intently.

“After a year of visiting and traveling, I decided that I should return back to Barcelona. One of my husband’s business associates was able to secure me passage on a ship carrying coffee back to Spain. Or so I had been led to believe.

“Four days out at sea and we were attacked by pirates. It turned out that the ship was not hauling coffee, but instead was shipping emeralds and gold back to Spain. And the pirates knew this. I hid with my maid in our cabin. The first pirate to come through the door met the sting of my stiletto in his chest. The second one had his sword in motion to strike me when my maid stepped in the way. She dropped to the floor like a sack of flour. I dropped to her as I watched the life drain from her wound. He raised his sword to strike me down too, when a hand grabbed his wrist.”

She took another sip of water before continuing.

“The man that spared my life turned out to be the leader of this band of pirates. I thought that maybe there was a decent man on that ship. I was wrong. He said to his mate that I’d fetch a good price. My hope sank. The mate grabbed me by the hair and dragged me up on deck. I appeared to be the only survivor. As their crew sailed both ships, they tossed the dead bodies overboard.

“They took me up front and below to what appeared to be the gallows. There I was chained and shackled. Before he left me alone, he tore open my dress and bit my nipples. I groaned, and he slapped my face, knocking me down, as he left. About every hour a different one would come to me, tear off some piece of clothing and touch me or bite me. Eventually, they had stripped me bare of my clothes. I was then shackled with my hands over the beam, which forced me to stand on the tips of my toes.”

As she took a sip of water, she noticed that all three men had bulges in their pants.

“The first man to come down and find me in this position, took off his belt. I braced for the feeling of him trying to slide into my womanhood. His belt struck my ass. I screamed with the shock of it. The second strike I was able to stifle my scream. Each strike got harder and I fought hard not to give him the satisfaction of my scream. After about 10 strikes, he stopped and put his belt back on. I was proud of myself for only screaming once. He then reached down and touched my womanhood. It was then that I realized how wet his actions had made me. He smiled and laughed as he left. I thought I had won, but instead, I had lost.

“Mate after mate came down to use their belts on me and check my womanhood. They struck my ass, my legs, my back, my belly and all had the same result. My womanhood was wet. So much so that the moisture had run down my legs. A craving had started inside me. I didn’t want this craving, but I couldn’t help it. I had to have a manhood inside me. As each mate showed up, I would quietly ask him to place his manhood inside me. But they didn’t. I started to beg for it, then I began to scream for it. They had turned me into a wanton whore.”

She blinked a tear from her eyes. The cabin boy excused himself and left.

“The next morning we were in a harbor. The men continued to visit me. I was going crazy. I had to have a manhood inside me. The leader showed up. I begged him to fuck me. He laughed at me. He started calling me a slut and a whore. He asked me if that’s what I was. I hoped that if I agreed that he would slide his manhood into me. I confessed myself to being a slut and a whore. He smiled at me and spanked my ass. I begged him to fuck me. He spanked me harder. It was then that I realized that I was on the verge of an orgasm. He continued to spank me as I climaxed, screaming I was a slut and whore and should be fucked. As I came down from my climax, he slipped an ivory manhood into me, fastened it to my body with a chastity belt and left.

“I could feel this object deep inside me, filling me, filling a need that I had to have satisfied. The spankings continued, and each time I could feel this fake manhood inside me. I imagined it was a lover, and I confessed to be his whore and slut. And each time, I climaxed. Over and over this happened. Then it stopped.

“My hands were unshackled and I was escorted on deck. The sun made it hard for me to see, but I could tell we were in some type of bay. It was hard to move with my womanhood full and the shackles on. I was walked across the gang plank to the other ship. There I was taken below to the gallows and strapped in like before. The visits started again. The ships set sail and once at sea, the other ship was set on fire and left to burn.”

She took another sip of water. The cabin boy had returned. His erection was still apparent to her. The Captain’s pants appeared to be a bit damp in the front.

“But I’m probably going into way too much detail here.”

“No,” they all chimed in together.

“We should know everything that happened,” the Captain stated.

“So we can deal with these men accordingly,” added the doctor.

“That night, the seas were a bit rougher. One of the men came to belt me. He held his candle high as his other hand swung the belt. The ship shifted, and he dripped candle wax onto my sore ass. At first I thought he had shot his hot juices onto me, I came instantly. When it happened again, I became aware that it was the candle, but the effect was equally explosive. Each time the hot wax dripped onto my ass, I climaxed. He stopped and left. I was exhausted, barely able to stand after climaxing about 7 times. He must have informed his mates, because every visitor after him did the same thing and got the same results. By the morning, I was a wreck.

“The next day I was taken down and strapped over one of the cannons. The fake manhood in my womanhood was removed and inserted into my backside. Each visit brought two of them to me. One forced me to suck his manhood, while the other inserted his in my womanhood. I had been craving human contact and now that I had it, I couldn’t get enough of it. They shot their juices in me or on me, I didn’t care, I was getting the manhood that I desired. That night, the fake manhood moved to my womanhood and they used my backside. The next morning their juices oozed out of every orifice, and I was drenched in their juices.”

The men shifted in their seats. She asked the cabin boy to get her some more water. As he did, she could see his erection pointing straight out.

“They removed my bonds and led me up on deck. I was able to see that we were in a bay and that there was some settlements on the island. They walked me out on the plank. As I turned to look at my escort, he pushed me off the plank. I fell into the water. The saltiness stung my wounds. I sank to the bottom before I realized that I could move. I swam to the surface and breathed deeply. My captors laughed from the deck of the ship. A set of strong hands helped me into a rowboat.

“I was taken ashore and lead to a large house on the main street. I entered to find a very striking woman standing in an elegant entranceway. I felt somewhat mesmerized by her. She led me upstairs and into her office. It was large and airy, with a big oak desk sitting in the center of the room and a large bed behind the desk and off to the left. Off to the right was a large wooden cross. Part of me hoped that I was being left with some religious order.

“She directed me to sit in one of the chairs in front of her. I sat and listened, not quite hearing and not quite believing, as she explained that I was now her property and I would work in her establishment. She explained the rules of her house and how I was to react with guests. I nodded at everything she said. She told me to go to the cross, face it and place myself against it. I did as she instructed. She fastened me to the cross and then started to touch me and caress me. When she spanked me, I could feel my juices flowing, and I could hear my voice say to her, ‘Fuck me.’

“She proceeded to cut me down, place me on the bed, attach a fake manhood to herself and fuck me. She fucked my womanhood and my backside. She fucked me hard. She spanked me as she fucked me. Although it felt like a dream, I could feel myself climax over and over. I knew my fate had been sealed. I was now the property of this woman’s house and was to do her bidding.”

She took a drink of water and said that she felt tired. The captain and the doctor excused themselves and left. Before the cabin boy could leave, she asked him to assist her to the lavatory. She leaned on him heavily as he helped her walk. Her position against his body allowed her to rub a breast against his chest and to watch his erection in his pants. As she sat on the toilet, she asked if he could brush her hair. He stood beside her lightly stroked the brush through her hair. She could see his erection pointing at her. She noticed that he was not looking down, probably for fear of seeing down her nightshirt.

Her hand reached out, cupped and lightly caressed his cock and balls through his pants. He groaned and stopped brushing. Her other arm snaked behind him and held him as she removed his hard cock and slowly slipped it into her mouth. She slowly worked his cock with her mouth as he groaned. In a short time, he spasmed and she swallowed his load. He mumbled his “Thank you,” and she said to him, “Isn’t that better than doing it yourself?” He nodded. She looked deep into his eyes and said that he was not to waste his juices, but to save them for her as that was the least she could do for a man that was so kind to her. He nodded his compliance.

He helped her back to the bed, and she slept for a few hours.

When she awoke, she had the cabin boy fetch the captain and the doctor. The captain had the cabin boy leave. As he headed to the door, he looked back at her. She smiled and winked at him. He left with a little smile in his heart. Once the cabin boy was gone, the doctor had her undress and lay on the bed. His excuse was that he had to check her recovery. The captain was present because her recovery was his concern too. As she lay on her back, the doctor poked, touched and checked her body, occasionally pointing out things of interest to the captain.

“As you can see, her womanhood was shaved bare. There is some slight stubble present now,” he had her turn over and his hands spread her ass cheeks, “and even her backside was shaved. You can see the marks on her fanny from where they used what looks like a crop or cane.” His hands caressed the marks.

He had her kneel with her ass in the air as he described how she was sexually abused to the captain. The captain asked her if what the doctor described was true. She responded that it was. He asked her then to describe to them why and how her womanhood and backside was shaved. As she knelt with her ass in the air, the doctor and the captain touching her, she started to tell her tale again.

“My mistress, as I was to call her, ran an exclusive brothel. Her clientele was very well to do. Occasionally, pirate ships would bring her pretty women that she would purchase from them. These women would work for her to service her clients. One requirement was that we had to keep our womanhood and backside cleanly shaven. Our mistress shaved us the first time.

“After she had made love to me the first time, I was taken to my room and permitted to sleep. I awoke what turned out to be about 2 days later. My body was stiff and sore, but I was able to make my way to the washroom and then the kitchen. I had no clothes, but since none of the other women did, I didn’t feel out of place. I noticed right away that the other women were shaved. My unshaved womanhood stood out. Feeling a bit nervous, I returned to my room after having something to eat.

“As I sat in my room thinking about all that had gone on, there was a knock on my door and my mistress entered. She told me to lie on my back and spread my legs wide. I did as instructed, her harshness of tone causing me to get excited. With myself spread before her, she pulled up a small stool and proceeded to lather and shave my womanhood. The feeling of it was so incredible that I could not help but climax. She laughed at my climax and had me roll over into this position. She then proceeded to lather and shave my backside.

“As she shaved my backside, she told me that I was to keep myself clean shaven. She informed me that if I needed assistance, I could ask one of the other girls to help me. Once complete, she rubbed a soothing lotion into my skin. As she rubbed my womanhood, I couldn’t help but moan as my juices started to flow.”

The doctor started to rub her pussy as both he and the captain could see her juices starting to flow. She told them that her mistress spanked her ass and that she begged her to fuck her. The doctor spanked her ass, and she groaned out a breathy, “Mmmmm, yes, fuck me.” She continued to describe how her mistress brought in her first two clients. Her mistress helped one man into her pussy and the other into her mouth. The doctor proceeded to slide his hard cock into her pussy as the captain stood in front of her.

“Mmmmm, yes, just like this,” she took the captain in her mouth as the doctor started to pound her from behind. She described how as one man shot his load, he would leave her room and other man would enter. Her mistress stayed with her the whole time, positioning her and the men. Her mistress had one man pull out of her pussy and slide up her ass. She was then pulled back and laid on top of him as the man that was in her mouth slid into her pussy.

As she described it, the doctor and the captain performed it. Both men were working hard not to cum too quickly. She described to them how these men would rock her back and forth as replacements took their places. She described how she could feel the cum oozing out of every hole in her body. How she climaxed over and over. After about ten men, her mistress stopped the flow, and she was allowed to rest. The doctor and captain could hold back no longer and as they shot their loads deep into her, she shuddered with her climax. She thanked them both as they dressed and left her to get some more rest.

The cabin boy entered shortly after they left. She could tell that his being in her presence would make him hard. She told him how the captain and the doctor had fucked her. He didn’t believe her, so she showed him their cum oozing out of her pussy and ass. He looked crushed and angered. She told him not to be angry, that what she had told them made them do it, and that if they hadn’t done it, she would have gone insane. She then told him how glad she was that he didn’t witness it, and how she wished it had been him. She kissed him on the lips and then proceeded to kneel in front of him and take his cock into her mouth. When she drank her fill of him, she returned to the bed to sleep.

The next morning, she awoke to find the captain and the doctor waiting for her. After using the lavatory, she returned to them. They smiled at her and asked her if she remembered anything else about her mistress and the location of the brothel. She said that she didn’t. She remembered being visited about once or twice a week. The rest of the time she worked around the place keeping it clean.

The captain told her that they would be coming to port the next day, and they needed as much information as she could give them before then. The doctor asked how she escaped and came to be adrift on the ocean. She smiled, undressed and sat on the bed.

“Please undress and join me. I cannot tell the rest of my story without the comfort of you. You comforted me through yesterday’s ordeal, please comfort me through today’s.”

They undressed and lay with her on the bed. They caressed and touched her all over as she told her story.

“One day, my mistress came to me and informed me that the men who had brought me to her had requested my presence for two months. They had paid her well for me, so I was loaded onboard their ship. The men wasted no time in using me. I was shackled, whipped, spanked; my womanhood, my backside and my mouth were used extensively by their manhoods. My body betrayed my enjoyment. As the days turned into weeks, their trust of me grew. I was allowed to roam the quarters and upper deck at will. I’d often be stopped and made to kneel to suck a cock, or bend over to take one in my womanhood or backside.

“One day, a crew member had me hold the wheel and steer the ship as he did me from behind. Another time, three of them took me to the hold. Another couple tied me to the cannon as they used me. I became the ship whore, satisfying whomever wished it. I did it from the lowest reaches of the ship up to the crowsnest, from the bow to the stern. After a month, I was allowed to roam the whole ship freely. It was like one long voyage of carnal pleasure.

“Then it happened. We attacked another ship. It was like I had forgotten that these were the men that killed my maid and the crew of the ship I was on and it all came flooding back. The ship was a naval vessel from France. From what I gathered, it had been following us for a couple days, then one night we looped around behind them and attacked. The French ship was sunk and their crew killed. The men suddenly became more blood thirsty. About a quarter of the pirate crew had been killed.

“The sex became rougher. There were more whippings and shackling. There was more hot wax and spanking. As much as I enjoyed it, I could not get past the realization that these men might just as easily kill me. It was then that I realized that I had to do something to escape. One night as the crew slept, I silently moved through the ship pouring a gunpowder trail from the supply to the stairs. Using a torch, I lit the powder and quickly headed to the top deck. As I emerged on the top deck, a crew member grabbed me, forced me against the rail and started taking me from behind. I thought of struggling, but figured he’d kill me for sure. Dying in the throes of a climax sounded better than at the end of a knife.

“As he climaxed, the first blast shook the ship. The second blast knocked us overboard. When I surfaced from the water, the ship exploded in a ball of flames and sunk quickly. The crew member was floating facedown nearby, a piece of wood sticking out of the back of his head. I found a large chunk of the ship to float on. There appeared to be no other survivors. A few days later, you found me.”

She kissed them both on the lips and asked them to make love to her to help her forget her ordeal. They willingly obliged her. For hours, they fucked and sucked. She had them tie her down and spank her. She let them drip wax on her ass as they watched her masturbate. She’d suck one while he spanked her as the other fucked her hard. She took one in her ass and the other in her pussy. They fucked until all three of them fell asleep on the bed.

The captain and doctor awoke later, dressed and went to dinner. The cabin boy entered shortly after with a tray of food. She ate as he told her that they would be arriving in Kingston tomorrow morning and that the doctor and captain would go see the Magistrate about her. She finished eating and looked at him solemnly.

“They won’t mention me to the Magistrate.”

The cabin boy looked shocked.

“The Captain and the doctor know that they can make me their whore. They know about my secret desires and passions and know how to use them against me for their benefit. I won’t be getting off this ship, because they’ll want to keep me here as a slave to their desires.”

He stuttered, “No.”

“Yes,” she reaffirmed. “At least you will be here my love. Knowing that I can see you and be with you makes the sacrifice worthwhile. Come here now and let me taste you. Make me happy and fill me with your juices.”

He came to her, and she knelt before him. She took out his cock and began to suck on him greedily. He groaned as he came into her mouth. She drank his juices and licked him clean. Smiling, she stood and hugged and kissed him.

“I can get you off the ship, but I have nowhere you could hide.”

“I have a friend that will help me. But I don’t want you to get into trouble.”

“I’ll be okay,” he replied confidently.

She kissed him harder and more passionately.

The next morning after the captain and doctor had left, the cabin boy came to her with a bundle of clothes. He had her quickly dress in a typical naval crew clothing. He told her that she had to talk in a deep voice and that they were instructed by the cook to go to the market to get some fresh chicken for the captain’s birthday dinner. Her breasts were too apparent, so he took some bandages out of the doctor’s bag and wrapped them tightly. Once she was redressed, they left the cabin. They had little problem getting down the gangplank and soon they were heading into town.

The captain and doctor entered the Magistrate’s office. The captain was quick to inform the Magistrate that they had found the Lady Carolina of Barcelona. The Magistrate looked shocked and asked where she was. The captain informed him that she was onboard his ship recovering. The Magistrate called his guard and quickly dispatched a unit to the ship.

“I assure you Magistrate,” the doctor said with a slight note of nervousness in his voice. “The lady is quite alright.” And let’s hope they don’t hang us for the liberties we took with her, he thought.

“I’m not concerned with her safety, gentlemen. The Lady Carolina of Barcelona is also known as ‘The Devil’s Mistress.’ She is a pirate. The British navy had a spy onboard her ship. She didn’t know who the spy was, but she knew someone onboard was a spy, so she blew up her own ship. She had to know that a ship would find her adrift and rescue her. Lucky for us, it was a British ship.”

The cabin boy and Carolina walked slowly through the market. They noticed a rush of soldiers pass them, heading to the docks. She led him into a small alley to a door. She knocked on the door and a beautiful woman in her late 30’s answered. She quickly ushered them in once she recognized Carolina.

“Carolina,” she beamed as she hugged and then kissed her friend. “How good to see you. And in a naval outfit no less. Who is your friend?”

“Deborah, this is the cabin boy from the HMS Redemption.”

“My name is Jacob. Glad to meet you.” He held out his hand. She grabbed him and hugged him tight.

Carolina quickly undressed to get the bandages off of her breasts. Deborah reached over and caressed them. She smiled at Carolina and said, “I think we should reward your hero. Don’t you?”

“Magistrate, she is no longer onboard the ship. The crew said that the cabin boy and another crew member were the only ones to have left the ship.”

“Damn it! Search the market and post guards. I want this woman found.”

The captain and the doctor looked stunned. Had they so easily been tricked by the Devil’s Mistress.

“Magistrate, may I offer my crew to aid in the search.”

“Who else in the crew did she talk to?”

“No one else. Just the doctor, myself and the cabin boy.”

“Leave an armed guard onboard your ship, but send the rest of your crew on shore to help in the search.”

“Yes, m’lord.” With that, the captain and the doctor rushed back to the ship, cursing themselves the whole way.

Deborah undressed Jacob and laid him on the pillows on the floor. Carolina lowered her mouth to his already hard cock as Deborah lowered her pussy onto his mouth. Jacob made up for skill with an enthusiastic eagerness. Deborah ground her pussy into his mouth. Carolina licked and sucked him into a quick orgasm, then slowly worked to bring him back to life. Once she had him hard again, she helped Deborah slip onto him. She straddled his mouth and he started to lick her eagerly. Carolina leaned forward and hugged Deborah to her. They kissed passionately and their hands caressed each other.

It didn’t take too long for him to cum again, shooting his load deep into Deborah. Deborah proceeded to take him in her mouth and to gently suck and lick him back to hardness. It took some time, but soon she was helping Carolina impale herself on him.

“Jacob, are you going to stay with me?”

“I can’t. Helping you off the ship is as much as I can do. If I abandon my ship, they’ll hang me when they catch me.”

“I understand. I’m sorry.”

She kissed him deeply before Deborah straddled his face. Carolina rode him quickly, as she could sense that he was nearing his orgasm. Deborah ground her pussy down harder onto his face. His cock got harder inside her and she started to climax as she kissed and caressed Deborah. He started to struggle underneath them as he realized that his air supply had been cut off by Deborah’s pussy. Carolina could feel him get harder with his struggle for life, his gyrations causing her to explode. She felt his juices explode into her. He continued to struggle for a few seconds before he went limp. They kissed each other deeply as Deborah came down from her climax.

They stood and dressed in some clothes that Deborah had placed out for them. Jacob’s unconscious body lay on the floor.

“Such a shame,” Deborah sighed.

“Yes,” Carolina agreed, “He will awake to find that he helped the Devil’s Mistress escape. He would have been a good addition to our crew.”

They kissed passionately, like those that are truly in love.

“Let’s go Deborah.”

“Yes, my mistress.”

They slipped out into the night.

– The End –

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Background

He had lived with his female partner, Beth, for more than a year, and they had established a good relationship. She was a submissive female, and loved to have him dominate her. She was obedient and very affectionate, and her training had involved little more than verbal direction and guidance as to how he wanted her to respond. She had only required a couple of spankings to learn her place and now she eagerly served her new master. Intellectually she was his equal. They had already collaborated on several short stories and were talking about doing a book together.

She liked light bondage as a prelude to sex, but was not turned on by any kind of ‘hard’ physical control. Sometimes they did role-playing and simulated rapes, but it was understood that anything that caused real pain was not permitted. That was usually all right, since she was always ready to experiment with new ways for them to please each other and increase their mutual pleasure.

Sometimes, though, he had the urge for rougher sex and domination ‘exercises’. He knew that Beth would be very unhappy if he were to really cause her pain or humiliation and, to tell the truth, he couldn’t see doing that to her. He really needed someone with a true ‘slave’ mentality – one who liked firmer discipline and who could maybe also serve as a mutual ‘plaything’ for some new games with Beth.

He asked her about it, and she admitted to being a little ‘bi-curious’ as well as a little turned on by the idea of another female for the household. They both agreed that the successful candidate would have to be a special kind of female, and together they drew up a list of qualifications and expectations.

They agreed that candidates would have to be truly willing to be a slave on a full-time basis within the household – no occasional visitors or part-timers. Drug use would automatically disqualify a candidate; as of course would the existence of any social diseases.

Candidates would have to undergo clinical testing at their expense to verify their qualifications. He would also run a credit check and background investigation on any of the candidates who made it through the preliminary screening. When they had the requirements done to their satisfaction, they posted them on several newsgroups and waited for responses.

He and Beth agreed that the first interview would be purely verbal, with each of the participants getting a chance to meet and interact socially. They had prepared a short set of background questions, but the real goal of the first interview was to see if the candidates were physically and socially acceptable.

So far, they had actually interviewed five candidates and had rejected the first four.

One talked constantly about her aura observed that she needed to meditate for several hours a day to stay in tune with her inner self. Rejected as too self- centered and weird.

Another talked only about how much she truly loved pain and eagerly showed off a really formidable set of scars that covered her breasts, hips and pubic area. She had the point of view that perfect slave master would provide 24 hours a day of pain and suffering, and said that she usually kept a gag in her mouth because she liked to scream when badly burned or cut. She was WAY too eager to get badly hurt.

The third had been totally burnt out by a succession of former masters to the extent that there was almost nothing of her personality left. She expressed no desires, needs or opinions and seemed content to do whatever was asked of her by anybody at any time. When she left the house, they both agreed that they had never met a more depressing person. At one point, she had actually said that she wouldn’t mind if she never woke up after a ‘hard’ S&M session. They rejected her, although for some reason he had kept her address and phone number.

A fourth was rejected because she had shown up half drunk and went to the bathroom several times during the interview, presumably to reinforce her buzz. She was attractive and personable, but was put on the ‘maybe’ list to be called for a retry if nobody else desirable applied.

A fifth candidate had done well. Physically, she was about 5’4″, with short blonde hair (bleached, according to his sub), a pleasant smile and a nice little body. Her legs and bottom were definitely her strong points, and she accented them with a nice short skirt that fitted closely across her ass. Several times he found himself looking at her legs, and once she caught him and gave him a little smile while she answered his question about her academic background. She had completed some college but was not really interested in academics, she said.

When questioned about her experience as a slave, she said that she had only served one master, but that he had been too cruel for her to stay with him. He had kept her shut up inside his apartment when she was not working, and forbid her to talk to her friends or family. He took all her money and she said that he had abused her sexually with “objects”. One weekend, he brought some male friends home and after they all got drunk told her to give them all blowjobs. When she refused, he beat her severely and threw her out. That had been a year ago, and she was just now recovering.

He pressed her about why she would still want to be a slave after that, and she replied that she loved pleasing a master and actually liked some of the physical pain, since it turned her on sexually. She said that she knew she was meant to be a slave, but that she had not yet found the right master.

She said that she didn’t want any kind of group scene, but rather the kind of permanent ‘family’ relationship that our ad had described. She admitted to having a couple of sexual experiences with other females while in college and remarked that she had enjoyed them. While she was saying this she looked directly at Beth and smiled, just the way she had when she had caught him looking at her legs.

After she left they both agreed that she was well worth a closer look, although that night in bed (after some really great sex) Bath’s final remark of the night had been “But I bet she’s not a real blonde”. He had forgotten about the candidate during their lovemaking, but apparently Beth had not.

The next day he called her and asked if she would like to come back for a weekend. He made it clear that, if they all agreed, they might commence with the first phase of her training and that she would have the right to leave at any time. He also would give her a ‘safe word’ to use if the physical demands got to be too much for her. She agreed to come the following Friday night.

They chatted for a few more minutes, and then he said, “You know, you really turn me on”. She said, “I know. I saw you looking at me. So did Beth. You both made me so wet I played with myself for hours last night, thinking of what we could do together. I think I really want to be your slave”. He assured her that she was very desirable and that he was eager to see her on Friday. When he hung up, he could see Beth looking at his crotch, noticing his hard-on. “Wow,” he said, “She is really eager”. “Apparently she’s not the only one”, she said as she came over and grabbed his cock. This woman was already turning them on.

Introductions

Friday finally came, and she was at the door at 7pm promptly. She was wearing a blue knit skirt and a soft white cotton sweater that made her look even younger than her reported age of twenty-five. He took her overnight bag and coat to the spare bedroom and the three of them sat down on the couch with her in between them. Beth got some wine, and for a few minutes they made small talk about the weather and the amazing progress of the local football team in making the Super Bowl playoffs. She was a fan, and appeared to know quite a bit about the team and football in general. That was the product, she said, of growing up in a house with three brothers.

At last he said “We’re really glad you came, but I think that before we go any further we should have a serious discussion about our expectations and your role here. What do you think?” She agreed, and he said “Let me start with what I want in a slave, and then we’ll answer any questions you might have.”

Role of the Slave

“I want a full-time slave whose sole desire in life is to please me. I do not want blind obedience in avoidance of physical pain, or unquestioning servitude as self-punishment for low self-esteem. I want you to actively want to please me because that is what makes you the happiest – knowing that your master is pleased with you.”

“Sometimes I enjoy physical domination through bondage and the application of pain. I want you to clearly understand that. You will be expected to suffer for no reason other than I wish it to be so and that your pain and suffering will please me. I do not care if it pleases or displeases you. After the trial period, during which you will have a safe word to stop me, you will have no control over anything I wish to inflict on you. You will have to suffer it. I will not ever stop you if you wish to pack up and leave, but while in this house you will be subject to my total domination. If you leave, you will not be permitted to return”.

“You will at all times address me as Master, and my female as Mistress. Be clear that only I command you. Your mistress only commands by my leave, in the event I am not here. Do you understand so far?”

“Yes, master,” she said. “Do you have any questions so far?” “No, master,” she said. “You have a job?” he asked.

“Yes, master. I work at the Naval Base for one of the contractors as an electronics technician.”

“Do you understand that you will have to turn over your pay to me and that you will only have as much spending money as I give you? Also, I will choose your clothing and hair style so that they please me.”

“Yes, master. I would be pleased if you would dress me as you like, and I will turn over my pay to you gladly.”

“Good. Now I want to make your position in this house very clear. You will be a slave; obedient to my commands and the commands of your mistress at all times. You will be expected, if commanded, to fix and serve meals, clean and do any other chores that your mistress or I wish you to do. If I require you to crawl around the house for the first month, you will do so. If I wish you to sit in the bathtub while I urinate in your mouth, you will do so. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master”, she said softly.

“You are an attractive female and I am sure you will have a sexually active life here. You will do anything we ask of you, immediately and willingly, in the bedroom or anywhere else. Understand that I will never command you to have sexual relations with anyone other than your master or mistress. Do you understand?”

The Master

I could see Beth looking intently at our candidate and to her credit she turned and looked directly at my sub and said “Yes. I find you both very attractive.”

“Turn around “, I said to the candidate, and I slapped her hard in the face when she did so. She looked at me, shocked.

“I do not care whether you find us attractive or not. Your are to be a slave here and your opinion of anything has no importance to me. Also, never forget to call me master and never look either your mistress or me directly in the eyes unless told to do so. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master, please forgive me,” she responded. Tears were running down her cheeks.

“Stop crying,” I said. “I wanted to make it clear that you are not our equal. If you do well, you will be treated well. If you forget who you are, you will be reminded.”

“If you have any questions ask them. Otherwise we will commence your training for the weekend. You understand that I also have to punish you for your lack of proper respect just now?”

“Yes, master,” she said, “I have no questions and I would like to begin my training now. I do not wish to have a safe word. I trust you. Please punish me as you wish. I am truly sorry I acted disrespectfully.”

“Good. You have a proper attitude for a slave. Stand up, take off your shoes and walk forward to the coffee table, then turn around and face us”. She did so. When she got up off the couch her skirt slid up and exposed her legs all the way up to her lacey pink panties. I was aroused after I had slapped her, and now I could feel myself getting harder by the second.

She faced us, and I told her to take off her skirt and sweater. She blushed, then stripped down to bra (also frilly pink lace) and panties. Her skin was flawless and creamy smooth, her breasts full and tightly held within the bra. I have this thing for cutting off bras to let the breasts loose, and I could hardly restrain myself from getting right at them. However, I was really trying to act the part of the hard-ass Master of Discipline, so I decided to keep my hands to myself for as long as I could.

To give myself some recovery time, I ordered her to serve some more wine to her mistress and to refill my glass as well. As she bent over to serve her mistress, I could see her panties were soaked. I guess I wasn’t the only one enjoying this. As she bent over to serve me I looked at Beth and I could see she noticed the panties as well. She looked at me and winked, and it was all I could do to keep a straight face. I sensed that she was getting a little aroused too.

While she was refilling my glass, I looked at her body. To be perfect, she could stand to lose a few pounds across the middle. She clearly was not an exercise freak, but overall she was sexy as hell standing there in bra and panties. She returned to her position in front of us, eyes downcast as was proper for a good slave. She was almost catlike in the way she moved, and I said to her “I have decided that your slave name will be Kitten”. She nodded and said, “Thank you, master, I am honored”.

“Mistress, do you like my new slave?” I said. She said she did. “Would you help me train her?” I asked. Beth looked at me inquiringly but answered yes. I could see her take in her breath and look at the slave.

Beth

I knew that eventually the question of my relationship with the slave would come up, and apparently our master was going to resolve it now. He told me to stand up and then had the new slave come over and stand in front of me. I was about 3″ taller than Kitten, and have never really had any sexual contact with another female. But there she was, and I have to admit she looked damned attractive in bra and panties.

“Mistress,” our master said, “I would like Kitten to undress you and play with you as I direct. I sense that both of you are hesitant about each other and I wish to make sure we are all clear about how this works. I will never force you to accept Kitten sexually if you do not wish to, but I need to know how you feel about her. If you accept sex with her, I want her to know what you like and to be ready to please you, or me, or both of us whenever commanded. Do you wish to continue to be a part of her training?”

“Yes”, I said, hesitantly, “but please don’t be offended if I ask you to have her stop at some point. I’ve never done this before. I really find her attractive, and of course I want to please you, but I’m really nervous.”

“I understand”, our master said. “Just relax, and I’ll have her start by undressing you”.

“Kitten,” he said, “take off your mistress’ clothing”.

Kitten came over to me and slowly removed my sweater. I raised my arms to help, and as she raised her eyes to take the sweater from me I looked into her eyes. She looked at me briefly and then averted her gaze as our master had instructed, but I could sense that she was really turned on. She licked her lips and blushed some more as she slipped my skirt down my legs. I stepped out of it and she picked it up and placed it on the coffee table with my sweater.

I was still in bra and panties. I could see her hesitate, and our master said “All of her clothing, Kitten”. She stepped back to me and reached around to unfasten my bra, then took it off. She looked at my breasts, and I could almost feel her getting more aroused. She knelt down to pull my panties off. I stepped out of them and then she put the bra and panties on the table too.

“Sit on the edge of the sofa” our master instructed me, “and lean your head back.” I did so. I have never been so nervous, not even my first time with a man. Kitten stood in front of me, hands to her side, and I could see the dark patch of her pubic hair through her panties. I KNEW she wasn’t a real blonde, I felt like saying, but at the same time I knew that I was every bit as wet. Our master had shaved me so that I had no pubic hair, and I could see Kitten looking between my legs at my softest, most vulnerable spot.

Unconsciously, I moved my legs apart. Maybe my mind wasn’t sure, but apparently my body had no doubts what it wanted.

“Take off the rest of your clothes and kneel before your mistress” our master said, and Kitten stepped forward and unsnapped her bra, dropping it on the floor. She pulled down her panties, stepped out of them and kneeled. Our master said “Now, lean forward, place your hands on her thighs, and use your mouth to arouse your mistress. Do it well, little one. Please her.”

She leaned forward as instructed, and began by licking the inside of my thighs. Her hands wandered up and down my legs and her mouth got closer and closer to where I needed her to be. At this point there was no question in my mind about having her arouse me. I began to think what it would be like to do the same to her, starting at the top with those incredibly firm breasts and working my way down to her passion soaked cunt.

Finally she put her tongue into me, and I could feel something hard rubbing me as well as the softness of her tongue. I looked down, and she looked up at me. With a smile, she stuck her tongue way out while she was licking me. I could see she had her tongue pierced, and there was a metal object through it. The feeling of soft tongue and hard metal sliding across my cunt is impossible to describe, but it was definitely doing the job. I could feel myself getting intensely aroused, and I began to moan and thrust my cunt forward into her mouth as she licked harder and harder.

“Does she please you?” I could hear our master asking from what seemed far away.

“Oh yes”, I answered, “I’m getting close. God this is great!”

“Good” he answered. “Keep at it Kitten. I’m going to see how well you can concentrate on your job”.

I could see him take off his belt and come over to us. Kitten’s eyes got wide, and for a second her licking hesitated, but then she resumed even more furiously to lick and caress me. I could see she was afraid, and I reached down to stroke her head and reassure her. She looked up and I smiled, and that seemed to settle her down. Our master can be firm at times, but he would never really hurt her.

He began to slap her across her beautiful little bottom, lightly at first and then more firmly as he built up a rhythm. He struck her hard several times to see if she would be distracted, but to her credit she followed her instructions and continued to drive me to a climax. He finished by walking behind her and striking her directly between her legs, on her cunt, five times with his belt. Kitten whimpered a little but gamely kept on.

Out master took off his clothes and knelt down behind Kitten. He had a firm hard-on, and as he moved forward Kitten sensed his need and moved her legs apart to take him from behind. As he slid his cock into her she let out a little moan and began to move back and forth, fucking him while she was bringing me to climax with her mouth.

Kitten

I could hear him when he took off his clothes. I was sore from the whipping but it turned me on more than it hurt me. I was surprised when he punished me, but I realized it was part of my training. I must be ready to take any punishment if it pleased him, and I resolved to do so eagerly in the future.

I was soaked from the sex with my new mistress (in my mind I had already joined the family). I knew she had never had sex with another female before, but I could sense she loved what I was doing to her. She looked so good and tasted so clean and warm that I could have continued to please her forever. If she never wanted to lick or play with me it would still be all right. I longed to touch myself and come with her.

As our master knelt behind me I prayed that he wouldn’t wait any longer. I moved my legs apart as a kind of gentle hint. I could feel him come up behind me and place his hands on my hips and slowly guide himself into and I felt like the world was wrapped up with us – a universe of three, with the heat and wetness and friction being the only real language of the universe.

By now we were all groaning with pleasure. I slid my hands under my mistress’ hips and lifted her cunt up toward my mouth as I continued to lick her. Whenever the metal part of my tongue rolled around her clit she moaned even louder. I was afraid of hurting her or I would have done it even harder, but I wanted to talk to her about the sensations first.

Talk, however, was impossible. I was sliding forward and back on my master’s cock, and I could feel him getting close. I tried hard to use my tongue and my cunt to bring them both to climax at the same time. All I remember is feeling him grab my ass hard while I clamped my hips together tightly around his cock and at the same time slamming my mouth forward into my mistress’ soft smooth cunt as she came to a final, shuddering, screaming climax. She gripped me tightly between her thighs and pushed her pussy at me as hard as she could, and I could hear her moaning. I swear I could feel her juices flowing into my mouth as she came.

At the same time (or close to it – it was REALLY hard to think at this stage) my master shoved his cock forward one last time and I could feel him as he ejaculated again and again into my cunt. I could hear him grunting like some primitive, lusting male animal as he took me. I felt totally one with both of them. All I remember of the next few minutes is a crescendo of passion and lust; the softness of her cunt, the hard thrusting of his cock, the way his hands gripped me so hard, and the sweaty, juicy female taste of my mistress.

Finally, it was over. I remember still kneeling on the floor with my head in my mistress’ lap while she stroked my hair. My master had gotten up and sat on the couch next to my mistress. My body felt totally relaxed, and I could feel the sweat falling from my breasts and the juices of my master dripping from my cunt and flowing slowly down my leg. It was a moment frozen in time. To this day I can still recall all of those feelings as clearly as they were then. I was totally theirs to do with as they wished.

The Master

Wow. Being with both of them at the same time had really turned me on. I hadn’t lasted very long after I slid into her, but we all seemed to have gotten off at about the same time so I guess everything went all right. Frankly, I was too exhausted to really care at that point. I hadn’t felt so primitive a feeling toward a female in a long time, and I was anxious to get Kitten into a bondage situation as soon as I was able to do anything but sit on the couch and breathe heavily.

We sent her to get some more wine and some towels while we discussed her performance.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“I loved it”, she said, “and I could see she turned you on. When she comes back, though, you should really ask her to suck you clean.”

I hadn’t thought of that, and for a second I was curious why she mentioned it, but Kitten came back then and we turned our attention to her. She positively glowed as she came back and sat in front of us on the floor.

She handed us our towels and poured some wine for the three of us. We sat and sipped wordlessly for a few minutes, cooling off and (in my case at least) regaining a little strength. She was even more attractive now that I had been intimate with her, but I was aware at that point of the differences between Kitten and her mistress.

Kitten was a toy, pretty and compliant – eager to please her master and well equipped to do so. On reflection, though, I had not felt any real closeness to her, even while passionately making love to her. I began to really appreciate what I had in Beth. We had grown close not just from sex but also from a mutual appreciation of each other’s strengths and failings. Our relationship had a depth I knew I would never get with Kitten.

I reached over and brought Beth over to kiss me, while Kitten pretended to become very interested in her wine. I think Beth sensed what I was feeling because she turned around on the couch and put her legs up on it, lying across my lap facing me. I could feel her breasts pressing into my chest as we kissed deeply.

“Don’t forget Kitten’s next assignment” she whispered in my ear. I couldn’t understand why she felt it so important, but I told Kitten that I had decided that she had done well and could continue to please us. I told her to begin by licking my cock clean.

As soon as she put my cock in her mouth, I understood clearly what Beth had meant. The metal piece in her tongue was shaped like a miniature barbell, with the shaft through her tongue about 2/3 of the way back. I hadn’t noticed it before, but I sure as hell noticed it now. She sucked and stroked my cock with that thing until I could once again feel myself getting hard. At the same time Beth was giving me deep kisses and pressing herself against me, squirming around on the couch and getting hotter and hotter.

I stroked her breasts, softly at first then harder. My hand moved down her body to her cunt where I found that little Kitten had gotten there before me, which explained the squirming. She already had at least two fingers inside Beth’s cunt and was stroking her hand back and forth rapidly. She stopped for a second as my hand touched hers, and I could feel Beth go still too, waiting to see what I would do. Since Beth obviously had no objections, I just patted Kitten’s hand and moved mine back to playing with Beth’s breasts. I did, however, make a mental note to remind Kitten in the first bondage training session that she was not to do that kind of thing without checking with me first. Somehow, though, this didn’t seem like the time to bring that up.

Beth moved swiftly toward climax. I could feel her body tensing more and more, and I wondered how many fingers were at work inside her little cunt. She breathed harder and harder, gave a convulsive thrust against the couch and came. I could feel her relax in my arms, letting out her breath slowly and grinning up at me before she gave me a final kiss. She rested her head on my shoulder, and I could feel her trying to breathe more slowly as she came back to earth.

All this time Kitten was still working on my cock, and I was back to rock hard from the combination of her ministrations and holding Beth while she climaxed. I slowly disentangled myself from Beth and told Kitten to stand up and go to the bedroom, look in the nightstand, and bring back the KY jelly. She obeyed quickly, and left the room.

Beth knew what the KY was for. I loved anal sex, and I had been thinking about Kitten’s little ass since I first saw it. Beth smiled at me and said, “You’re going to break her in all the way, aren’t you?”

“She might as well get the full treatment.” I said. “You like her too, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Beth said. “I never knew how I’d feel about this, but I can see where she could add a lot to our sexual activities. I guess I’m not scared anymore. Would you mind if I played with her a little while you fuck her?”

Since I was obviously on a roll here, I said I would absolutely welcome her active participation, as long as she remembered that keeping me happy was her primary goal. Beth replied that she only wanted to see what it would be like to play with Kitten sexually the way Kitten had played with her, and that she would never put anything ahead of making me happy.

Kitten came back with the lubricant, and I got her to turn around in front of me and spread her legs so that I could get her ass ready for me. Her ass was beautiful. If ever I saw one that should be described as ‘pert’, she’s got one. I quickly lubed her up, using first one finger then a second to get her little hole primed for me.

I was still sitting on the edge of the couch, and I guided her slowly back onto my cock. She was nervous and tight, but the combination of her weight and the liberal application of jelly, I finally slid part of the way in. Her hands were on my thighs as she knelt down to mount me, as if she were afraid to take me all the way in. I reached around and put my hands on top of her thighs, pushing her legs apart and pulling her down until my cock slid solidly up into her ass. She moaned slowly as I leaned back on the couch. I slid my hands up to grasp her breasts, while Beth slid off the couch and went around to kneel in front of us.

Beth licked her cunt while I fucked her in the ass, and little Kitten went wild. I finally had to reach around and pin her arms back against me. She moved up and down on my cock and I could see Beth’s hands on kitten’s knees, forcing her to open her pussy to Beth’s eager licking.

Kitten began groaning and moving her head back and forth while she built up to her climax. I could feel her ass tightening as she came, and I thought briefly about seeing how long I could prolong her passion. My cock had ideas of its own, though, and I started pushing into her hard. I remember burying my teeth in her soft, white shoulder and pushing down while my cock jammed up into her incredibly tight ass and my hands held her arms immobile. She was caught in the middle of all this, a victim of my passions and helpless to move or stop my assault on her body.

She brought out feelings in me I that I thought I had forgotten. At last I climaxed, spurting forth into her softness and pulling her back to my chest, groaning through my clenched teeth. She came too, yelling and moaning. I could feel her continuing for a couple of more climaxes and I could see Beth licking her as she came.

At last we broke apart. Kitten and I slid down from the couch and all three of us sat on the floor and finished off the wine. Kitten went to get another bottle, and we drank it down too. Nobody said much.

I began to plan the activities for that night, beginning with some bondage and discipline for Kitten. She had to know that she had displeased me by touching Beth without permission. Unbidden, the memory of the candidate who wasn’t sure she wanted to survive an S&M session came back to me. I knew where her phone number was. I hadn’t thrown it out, even though she was clearly unsuitable for us. Why did I still think of her?

Fortunately, Kitten and Beth came to get me at this point and we went into the bedroom for some discipline, training, and good old-fashioned sex. I thought that weekend was a high point in my life, but that was before we went out camping together the next weekend.

But that’s another story.

– The End –

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My wife has treated me after fifteen of years of marriage with no respect, and humiliates me whenever possible. She knows I always want her to play with my penis, and get me off and uses it as a tool. Once off she knows I want nothing more than to be lazy, and forget about her needs. So that’s the way it has progressed and I expect it to not only continue but for her to treat me even worse and do meaner things to me, simply because she knows she can, and has learned to enjoy it.

She first found out the effect that Angora had on my penis when she slid down my bare body to give me head at my father’s boat one evening. Her soft purple tight low necked Angora sweater, that I had been eyeing her 36DD cleavage in all night, got its waist band caught over my erect penis, and it slid right up between her bra-less breasts. I moaned in ecstasy as Jacqueline massaged it between her breasts and the sweater. My moans were loader and deeper than she had ever heard before, so she knew she was on to something. She asked me how the sweater felt on my prick, and I said it was like every hair was stimulating every nerve ending in my cock, but just the right amount as if to tickle it. Enough stimulation and friction to work toward an orgasm, but only slowly, but I would have to work for it.

That night Jacqueline had me eat her for a long time and came three times, then she took of her sweater and carefully folded it inside out and stroked my penis as knelt over her. Soon I was avidly humping toward her and she just held the sweater and ordered me to show her how good I could fuck and to go faster. I quickly erupted all over her chest. She grasped my balls, not about to let me get away and squeezed, as she sternly ordered me to lick up my mess. I could tell Jacqueline liked the feeling of power over me having me by the balls and the fact that she got my sticky come off her as soon as possible was nice too.

Now every time she wore that Angora sweater I would get a hard on for her as soon as I saw her. Jacqueline of course reinforced it by saying, “You could feel that good feeling again later, after servicing my pussy with your tongue if you do a good job!” Liking the soft warm sweaters Jacqueline began to buy them whenever she found one she liked, and he would have to try it to see if it felt as good on my penis. She had one of them lying on the sofa and went in the bathroom, but forgot her lipstick. When she came out she caught me stroking it on my dick, she went ballistic and took it away and the next day we went shopping and bought a locking chest and put all her Angora sweaters in it. The sadness she said she saw on my puppy face was exquisite. Jacqueline told me if I was good she would allow me some once in awhile.

We started playing with bondage before we were married, and I liked her always playing with my penis. Jacqueline quickly found out that locking a pair of handcuffs around the base of my genitals, and then making me play with her was far more exhilarating, and pleasurable. Thus began our period of her genital control of me. Jacqueline started telling me, “I want it to be my penis! If I can’t own it, I will have to look for one I can own and control how I wish. This planted the seed for me fanatisizing about her having other penises, and sex with other men.

Jacqueline had me separate the handcuffs and install a short leash on each one. She locked one around my genitals and pulled hard on it to see if it could come off. It was too tight to be able to slip off. She then told me, “I want you to wear this from now on, since you won’t wear a wedding ring so other women can see that you are married. I also want you to make a wedding cock ring to wear just behind the head of your little penis that I will have engraved with my name!” She did too, it read, “Property of Mistress Angora”.

I’m sure she noticed that there was a change in my behavior, even though I did not at the time. I just was acutely aware of the fact that I had locking lead around my genitals twenty-four hours a day and thought about her all the time because of it. It made me just want to please her at every turn. I would buy things for her all the time and call her.

A bonus to this for her was that the genital lock held my poor little balls out from my body making them not only vulnerable, but much easier for her to grasp. She was soon taking every opportunity to hold them when questioning me as she liked the worried look I would get on my face. All she would have to do to make me beg her for mercy was to slowly squeeze the two nuts together. She could cause me excruciating pain with very little effort on her part, that I took very seriously.

We subscribed to Variations magazine, and there were always plenty of stories, not only about dominant women, but wives having sex with other men with their husband’s knowledge. Jacqueline started reading these aloud while I would lick her for about an hour, and she would have three to four orgasms slowly slide in and out. She has always come best from my tongue, as my penis is rather small at four and a half inches in length and thin too, only about an inch across.

I was masturbating to magazines a lot as Jacqueline was not as interested in seeing me come. This began my masturbatory phase that lasted two years. I was always after her for sex, especially when she had on anything Angora, and I catered to her so well, except after I had come, so she started using my tongue more, and not allowing me sex. Jacqueline did start using a new nice big dildo to plunge in and out while I tongue serviced her. This was the best sex she had up to now. The big dildo was twice as long and twice as thick as my little dick. It really made my little dick look like a dwarf in size comparison.

Just for fun she held it up next to mine, told me to make mine as big, and hard as her always-faithful dildo. She let me beat off until she thought I was ready to come, made me stop, and compared them. I was still about half the size. Jacqueline told me that was it, I would no longer be allowed inside her pussy except on our anniversary and Xmas. She said, “You just couldn’t please me like my big one!” I later read in her diary that she wrote, “It felt so good to me inside to lay down the law to him, while at the same time belittling him and talking down to him. I could not believe I was getting so much satisfaction from making him feel inferior, but I just told myself that it’s a fact, his little dick can no longer please me. I need more than his small dick can supply.”

Jacqueline came home from work one day with a shopping bag and told me it was for me later. That night she presented me with one of those pump up cock enlargers. She told me I should use it as often as possible, at least twice a day in hopes of getting to a size she could feel. I began my cock enlarging work out every mourning, and every night. I would put it on and pump it up before I serviced her. I worked it for a year and then she said it was time to see my progress. She held her dildo up to mine and laughed and then got out her tape measure. I had grown only about a quarter of an inch. She explained that I was still so small that she needed more but was getting tired of the lifeless dildo.

Jacqueline came home from work early one day, and instead fixing dinner I was masturbating in the bathroom to a copy of Variations. The article I was reading was about a wife that made her husband earn his orgasms. She took it away from me, made me stop, and start dinner. A few days later Jacqueline read an article that had a mention about a female chastity belt, and she thought about my chronic masturbating. She set a trap for me, thinking why not leave out the magazine again, catch me once more, then incarcerate my penis for her control and use only. A simple bent tube locked on would work she thought, after looking it up on the internet.

Jacqueline laid the trap, and I took the bait. She caught me with my penis in hand again just three days after she had already caught me. She made me kneel before her while she sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out and took a firm grasp on my balls. She clenched her thumb and index finger tightly around their base and started to full me towards her. I started to grasp her hands as if to pull them away but she squeezed my nuts together and I was lost in pain as she shouted, “Don’t you ever resist me, or I will make you pay!” I scooted forward and she explained that she was going to take my testimony about my jacking off. She explained that the word Testimony literally means that the balls are firmly held in the hand and squeezed as the person talks and this is the best way of obtaining the absolute truth. I explained that I was a horny fucker and was not getting enough sex so I was sneaking it behind her back sometimes two to three times a day. Jacqueline was appalled and said something had to be done, she ordered me to make a tube along with a belt and leg straps for my genital cuff and my reward would be she would allow me sex with her. I worked on it for about a month, fastening it to the extra handcuff. After inspection and checking the keys, Jacqueline installed the belt and new genital ring, and then tied me to the bed. Jacqueline rode my dick, and I came before she could even get started, and she was working her clit in a feverous fashion. She was pissed, and told me so saying, “My pleasure always comes first! No wonder I like the dildo better, now you would still have to please me!” I looked at her with a bewildered look on my face. Jacqueline scooted up, turned around facing my feet and mounted my face as my come began dripping out of her. Jacqueline took a firm grip on my balls just incase I had any objections, and squeezed my two nuts together hard to insure that I knew she meant business.

As I licked away Jacqueline commented about all those years I had came in her, rolled over and went to sleep, while she had to get up go to the bathroom and clean herself. When all she had to do was make me start cleaning her afterwards. She could have been the one who rolled over, and went to sleep all along, no more wet spot! Jacqueline came, and sank down with her full weight upon my face. Resting a few minutes while I lazily licked her out of what ever was still in her, Jacqueline decided it was time she installed the cock tube, and locked it in place. Two clicks later, and I was started down the road in my new way of life.

Jacqueline was a little worried at first and often checked it to make sure it was not going to hurt me, and she allowed me to masturbate for her once a week. I was doing so well catering to her that she soon settled into a routine where if I were good I would be allowed the tube off, could masturbate with one hand free, and come into my palm once every two weeks, and only on Sunday night. Before unlocking my other hand from the ankle cuffs Jacqueline demand me to lick my hand clean. I has gotten used to this rule but was stubborn at first and she had to let me just sit there and out wait me. Her comfortable and me not, kneeling in front of her looking at my palm full of my fresh ejaculate. At first it took me about forty minutes to succumb, I knew she could out wait me, and gave in and licked my palm just like a dog, clean. Jacqueline seemed very proud, and smiled a smile of confident power as if she knew she had me by the balls, because they were still locked in her cuffs.

Jacqueline began having me beg her permission to lick her pussy every mourning to wake her and every night before bed. She said, “You will beg my permission by saying the following, “Mistress may please have permission to lick you since my penis is not that of a real man’s, and I know I cannot satisfy you?”. Next she added that I must also beg her the same way and greet her on my knees at the door when she arrives.

I soon noticed that when Jacqueline would come home late from work, which she often did, that her pussy had a lot of like dried up white stuff in it. I asked her about it and she told me, “Oh that’s just smegma, I was thinking about my poor husbands little dick that I have locked up most of the day. You know how I get to come three to six times a day if I want, but I only allow you to come once every two weeks, and then only if you’ve been good! So you see it must just be my secretions! But no matter anyway, it’s your job to keep my pussy clean from now on, so I will even be calling you in when I go pee! That is if you don’t want your next coming to be postponed?”

Jacqueline didn’t really start having sex with other men until about seven years into our marriage. She is the perfect trophy wife, fun at parties and always having men cater to her, not to mention having a good job. A great figure that’s a little top heavy, a pretty face causes men to be always after her.

The first time I saw her have sex with another man was at a party. Jacqueline had on a new sexy Angora sweater I had been hounding her to allow my dick to feel. She told me she was going to the bathroom, when actually she went outside with Rich and found a secluded side of the house with a bench and sat down. She said that before she knew it they were kissing and he was diddling her pussy under her mini skirt. She took out his cock and was amazed at the size as it continued to grow in her hand as she stroked it. She got on her knees and began sucking it. It was at least ten inches the same size as her dildo.

Jacqueline had to find out if it responded to Angora like my dick did, so she slid her sweater over it putting it between her breasts and the new sweater. As she did this she looked up at the house behind her and noticed me looking down at them. Jacqueline smiled up at me and then into Riches eyes. He was slipping into ecstasy and as she worked the magic of the Angora on his cock. She stopped and squeezed out some pre-come out of the large hole in its head. Then she licked it off as she looked up to see me staring at her.

Holding onto this enormous cock she told me, she was so excited she just had to feel it in her. She stood and removed her panties and straddled Riches lap on the bench slowly inching every inch of his monster cock into her. God it felt better than her big dildo, and we were soon both coming as Rich blasted at least six big bursts of his hot come deeper inside me than anyone has ever been. Jacqueline came again feeling his cock pulse it’s love juice into her. They held each other for a few minutes and then She said they better go back as her husband would be missing her and left. Jacqueline ran into me on the path around the side of the house. I was mad at her and she held me off long enough for Rich to get his pants up and walk by us. She told me she wanted to talk with me.

We went back to the same bench she had just made love in. Jacqueline explained to me that if I wanted to keep her, I would have to get used to her having sex with a big cock when she needed it. She said, “It just started out me trying to see if Riches cock liked Angora as much as my poor husbands little dick does. And it did!” She told me she would allow me to fuck her new sweater for her if I proved my love to her by licking her! Right now!

I wasted no time getting on my knees as she hiked up her skirt; come was running out of her in buckets. Jacqueline held my ears to her as I licked her clean. Thinking I was finished as she came, She let my head back a little. Her pussy spasmed and pushed out about another tablespoon of white cock cream as I looked in awe. She said, “Well get back in there and get busy!” as she pulled me to lick it up too.

Jacqueline did allow me to come that night when we got home and it only took a minute at most after she unlocked my tube. She said, “Such a pre-mature ejaculator, you gets so excited over everything I do, not to mention feeling one of my new sweaters on you pitiful little dick.

Jacqueline is proud of the males she get into bed, and showing me the trophy or proof that she has indeed done what she has described to me in detail. Telling me all about her affairs not only gets me very excited but makes me more subservient as well. The freedom to have sex with a man she is attracted to, and knowing her husband will remain forever faithful, and love her even more for it is what its all about for her.

To get horny all over again telling me about the great sex she just had, as I kneels before her, she then take my head, opens her legs and nestles my nose to her clit, as she works my ears to make me lap faster. Usually, when she comes again from my service, she pushes out more creamy white juice, and she seems to like the power of looking at it ooze out of her, and telling me I know what to do sternly!

Jacqueline seems to have gotten addicted to other men’s large cocks the same way I have been addicted to the feel of Angora. I know Jacqueline really enjoys hearing me beg to be unlocked and allowed to squirt come for her out of my little dick. She always smiles and disallows me to come. Jacqueline giggles a little as she tells me I must wait till next weekend, because of some little servitude infraction.

My wife has had me belted for the past nine years. I have only had regular full intercourse with her 9 times with the last time being seven years and 11 months ago. Mistress of course always enjoys the best oral service I can give, as I am always hopeful of earning an orgasm for myself. Right now I have had to do without relief for over 2 months.

Our game play has reached the stage of the following. Every other month I am tied spread eagle on the bed and depending on a complicated point system that we have I am told how many minutes I will be free of the belt with the longest possible that it can be is 15 minutes. I have been averaging about 3 to 6 minutes.

After reading sodafeds story of his milkings, my mistress has decided to give me a stroke every 3 to 5 seconds after putting a condom on me. Needless to say for the past 5 years I have only been allowed to come in my mistress twice a year. I have not been able to cum in the time allotted the last time. When the time is up mistress pulls the condom off, and uses her riding crop on my cock until it is small enough to go back in the belt.

I have been told that if I don’t cum on 3-31-98(my next scheduled chance) that I will be allowed to cum on 4-7-98 and then the belt will be put on and the lock installed not to be removed at all for a month. Mistress has been talking about leaving the belt on for a year at a time from then on, but a couple nights ago she said maybe 2 years would be better. Only the penis tube will be removed for cleaning under supervision.

She is very happy that she won’t have to take the time to be concerned with having to worry about me masturbating, and certainly not ever with another woman. Of course I just love the feeling of being under her control, and when I service her of course the pre-cum that is always dripping out of my cock tube, is just incredibly exciting to me. I love her so much that even if she decided that I would get no relief ever again I know I would stay. But she assures me that there will always be the orgasm carrot there for me because that gives me the needed extra enthusiasm to service her properly, especially after she has sex with one of her lovers. It’s the incentive she knows I need.

She is very happy also, is always telling me that my tongue is so good that she never misses having me inside her, she has just told me that I will never be allowed to enter her again. The twice a year mercy fucking, she allowed me are no more. If ever I feel the need to have my cock inside her again, she has told me that I will be required to find three virile younger men for her, who are at least 10 inches. Since I am only four and a half inches at my biggest, she has explained that is why I am always to be denied intercourse — she says the last 7 times that I got to, will have to be remembered. Of course that is another reason I strive to give her the best orally because, I don’t ever want to be sent out to find her three virile young men. She has three lovers she uses for sex now, that are well endowed with ten inch cock’s, and I don’t want her to have six men pleasuring and filling her with their come.

Her having sex with other men started one Saturday evening when I was servicing her pussy with my tired tongue and could not get her off. She started to get mad, and said she would have to have a cock in her to get off! She went to look for the keys to my chastity belt and I was really getting excited that I would get to be inside of her again.

I was to be dealt a severe let down when she returned and told me she had taken the keys out of her purse at work and left them in her desk drawer. She said she was so horny she just had to have some cock, since mine was no longer an option , she was going to call Steve up and see if he was available. I listened waiting on the floor, as she described herself to him as the top heavy brunette nurse he sometimes worked with and was always hitting on. She said, “Well? Yes I am married but my husband is not available to me this weekend and I am so, so horny!” She talked some more and hung up.

She looked at me and said, “See how easy it is for me to get some great cock! It’s rumored at the hospital that he’s really hung, and has done some XXX rated video’s. you stay here and do the chores I left for you!” Out the door she went still pantie less in her mini skirt and low cut angora sweater.

This was the first night she had ever spent out with another man that I know of. She didn’t even bother to call and tell me she would not be home. When she entered the house I started to tell her how worried I was about her, but she took it as me trying to tell her she could not stay out all night and blew up. She reminded me that she held the key, decided if, when, where and how I would ever come. She pointed to the floor in front of her and I knelt knowing the command, and that she was mad. She ordered me to never again question anything she does and pulled up her skirt. She pulled my face into her soaked pussy, and ordered me to service her, as she tweaked my ears.

I was accustomed to licking my come out of her but this was not only different tasting but about four times as much! She told about his ten inch cock and how she forgot all about time, her only concern being getting more of his ever hard cock. She wanted to have it in her as long as it was hard, and try to milk it till it would not stay up. She was amazed at his staying power. Huge, forever hard, and he came in buckets that she could feel being sent way up inside her that made her come again too! They fucked all night and he came four times.

Well, keep the great stories coming, and mistress has said that she will allow me to send some of our stories in to be posted in the future. But right now I need to go service her. I am dripping in anticipation, and she will be dripping with the combined juices of her last sexual encounter.

– The End –

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As a young adolescent, when I read about female chastity I found it to be very exciting but yet disappointing. The women seemed to have all the fun! I thought, wouldn’t it be erotic to have your lover to lock you up for an indefinite time. But then what if he was the only keyholder and didn’t return? Would you be protected against intrusion for the rest of your life? Oh well, it was only a story.

I had fantasized about chastity for quite some time, until I found out it REALLY existed. There are manufacturers of (male) chastity belts in the twentieth century. However many of these are for consensual play only. Most have some limitation which prevent them from being a secure, long term form of chastity. That is, until I encountered the belts made by William Jones or Walter.

These belts are made of steel, with special locks and designed for long term constant wear.

To fulfill my fantasy, I decided to purchase one made by Bill Jones. I found that you couldn’t measure oneself. So as part of the erotic adventure I went to Florida and had him take the measurements to make this custom fitted belt. Several months later the belt arrived. The novelty of locking myself into the belt and playing games, soon wore off as it just wasn’t the same as being controlled by someone else.

So I looked into the BD scene, but it was not my cup of tea. Then I found out about FemDom – female domination. That too can go beyond what I desired, but it had the promise of I wanted so I thought I would pursue it further.

I only wanted a keyholder – someone to be a master for this slave, someone to lock me up and not let me know when I was going to be released. Someone that was bold, daring, and exciting. It took a awhile, but I found a Dom who would only be a keyholder. Many of them really wanted slaves!

To begin the process I had to sign a contract. I was a bit concerned by this, but my Dom assured me that this was a fixed length contract and that nothing would be done that I didn’t allow. We would always stop when I said the safeword.

Whenever I came to her place she was always in ‘street’ clothes, but usually very sexy short skirts, tight tops, and even lingerie. We played games for a while but it soon lost its excitement. I told her of this. and asked, “Isn’t there some way we can make this more exciting?”

She said if I signed a new contract that gave her more control she would make it more erotic for me. I was all for it, so when she presented it, I just glanced through it. I checked for the no pain clause, but I failed to notice, two critical elements until later.

True to her word, she invented new stuff that did make it more exciting.

On my next visit, she asked me if I wanted to go out and walk along the surf and discuss her new ideas. She lived near the public beach and there were many good ‘views’, so I readily agreed.

She said that first I needed to put on my belt as she didn’t want me to ‘show’ my excitement. While I was doing that she came in with handcuffs for my wrists. Lastly she attached a leash to ring where my chains connect to the groin plate. Now, she said, we are ready to walk! I said what about clothes? She said a slave doesn’t need any. What if someone recognizes us? She said most people knew she was a Dom, and that I wanted something more exciting, so lets go!

We walked and talked. When I gazed too long at one of the many thong bikini’ed ladies, she pulled me by the chain between my legs. Many of the girls looked, but not one said anything directly. (I could hear snickering as we past them.) The key to my belt dangled from her neck collar and swayed back and forth in front of her black leather outfit as we walked. Luckily no one recognized me, but several people stopped to talk to her, leaving me on display.

The essence of our discussion was that since I had been used to my belt by now, she felt she could start to increase the time I spent in it. She asked if I would let her control the limit – to which I agreed.

The original contract called for specific periods of time I had to serve. But the new contract stated I was to be locked up and it was up to her as to when I would be released.

Several months later, at the end of one session, I told her I had this hot date. (I was after all, still a single male looking for a long term partner.) I had been out with this gal several times before (but each time I was locked up). I felt she was going allow our first bedroom installment, so I asked to be unlocked until my next visit.

My Dom said “No, I have control of you – remember?” After fruitlessly discussing this for a while, I said I wanted out and said the safeword. My Dom replied, “Yah, so what!” I said that according to our contract when I said the safeword, the play ceased and I controlled the situation. That’s when she brought out the new contract and noted there were no provisions for a safeword.

Many thoughts raced through my mind, one of which was that I could wait it out until the end of the contract. That’s when it hit me – there was no time limit specified; essentially, she owned me for life! I was frantic! What was she going to do with me? Is this legal? How can I get this thing off. I remember reading of different people discussing escape but was not prepared to go to a locksmith and explain my situation so I went home – still locked up.

My girlfriend insisted upon me coming up for nightcap after our date. Thats when she started to get roaming hands. I tried to fight her off, but it was no use – she found out I was belted. The night was over – right then and there.

Weeks went by, then months, the more I asked to be unlocked, the more my Dom just laughed. Then after 8 months of confinement she told me in the Middle East some folks are permanently secured – she asked “do you want that treatment?” I asked her, “That’s not my fate, is it?” She told me she wasn’t sure what she was going to do with me. Her other slaves had many weaknesses that she could control – mine only consisted of her letting me out and right now she really enjoyed taunting me.

In some ways this was fun, erotic, but frustrating as I got what I wanted – an unknown release date. The play continued.

After exactly 1 year had passed, she finally popped the question – want out? I replied with an emphatic “Yes”. She said there was only 1 condition (as if I was in a state to debate it) I said, “Sure! anything you say.” She said, you only have to fill up a container with your cum, and if you have enough, you are free to go. I thought of this will be no problem!.

She took me to the play room. She went over to the ‘toy chest’ and came back with a neck collar and a spreader bar for my ankles. First she locked on the spreader bar, then attached the chain on the collar to a retainer on the wall – just a precaution she said – while your belt is off. I don’t want you to escape. Then she took out a camera and took several pictures. She took the key off her collar and unlocked me. Immediately my manhood sprung to life. She said go ahead an “beat it”. If you can fill up this container in the next 12 hours our contract is over! I was appalled. The container must have held a gallon. I said that there was no way I had that much cum. She said well then I guess I’ll put the belt back on. I said, “Wait I’ll try.” In the next 12 hours even I couldn’t believe how many times I came, but at the end of the time limit, I hadn’t even had a cup, let alone a gallon of cum.

At the end of the 12 hours she came back in and showed me the photos. Now who do you suppose I could show these to?”, she asked. “No one!” I shouted! Well then, I better never catch you with that belt off until our contract has been fulfilled. Then she said, “by the way, time’s up, how did you do?”.

She looked and said “I’m sorry, but you don’t win any prizes today. Stand up so you can be harnessed.” My raw penis had no life. I reluctantly complied. She said that I would get more chances to fill up the container and she would let me know when.

I eagerly awaited. Weeks went by, but she never released me. Every time I had an accident, I cursed myself for not being able to save my cum.

But weeks turned into months. It was my 1 year anniversary since my last attempt, and I pointed that out to her. She said “Nope, not yet.” More months passed. On my 2nd anniversary she told me it was time to try again. The procedure was the same except for one. We went to room where she attached the neck collar and secured me. But this time I had 24 hours to deliver – I never gave much though to that item of significance then. My Dom brought out the container of frozen cum and said your timer is ticking. After 24 hours, needless to say, I was not set free from my contract.

When I asked why she waited 2 years this time she said she would give me twice a long to build up a reserve and laughed cynically. This new game had now gone on for 3 years and I had only been out of my belt twice. So I asked her will I have to wait for 2 years before attempting it again and she told me “no”. I thought thats a relief!

I assumed that I would be able to try it again in a year (or less). Well that year passed. Then a second year passed. I asked her when I would get my chance to try and she said there was a pattern and if I thought about it, I would be able to predict my next opportunity. After several weeks, I thought I had the answer.

On my next visit, I confronted my Dom. She asked if I had an answer. I said, “Yes – is it 4 years?” She said that I was a bright slave and I was correct. You get to try on the doubling of your anniversary. I thought: 1 year, 2 years, 4 years, 8 years, etc. I said, “I might die in this belt before I fill up that jug!”. To which she replied, “Your choice my slave.” You wanted an unknown release date didn’t you?

– The End –