I must be losing my mind, she thought as she made her way down the street. Foremost in her mind, the inherent danger of answering the beckoning call of a stranger; a man, whose erotic prose had held her captivated for months. It was as if he had looked into the darkest corner of her mind; the place that she ran to in her solitary lusting; the place where she could conduct herself as luridly as she wanted; where she saw the person that was lurking deep inside her. A slut. A whore. She had never let these erotic images of herself come to fruition. “I am a mother, a sister, a daughter. I am an upstanding member of my community.” she would say to herself; fearing the woman that lay beneath her outward personage. Also, afraid of what her husband would think. Eager to please him, at the same time denying this woman who longed for release. She saw herself in the writings of this stranger, this man that she was running to. How did he know that women longed to be manipulated? Was she not alone in these yearnings? Over their months of writing e-mails, she found that she was not alone.

This man, known only as Steven, would be the one to guide her to this awakening. She could have waited, coaxing her husband into this role, but over the months of writing, she had grown fond of this stranger, and had made the hazardous decision that she would give this gift to him. Her emancipation. “I can’t believe I’m doing this again,” he thought as he strode into the Airport Marriott. Much like Michael Corleone in Godfather III he felt that every time he tried to get out something always pulled him back in. More like someone. Cathy. It was her pristine innocence that did it. Her honesty. Her yearning. She had seduced him like no other, and her complete unawareness that she was doing it was the key to her.

Even now, he knew that as she was driving to him, she would be wet with anticipation of her deflowering. Of course she was not a virgin. Why, she was a mother, a grown woman, a wife, but in so many ways a virgin. She wanted to be a whore, at least for this night, to reach down into the darkness of that part of her that she had long denied.

Slut. He knew that when he called her that she immediately became aroused, for it was so contrary to the person she had designed for the world to see. And yet it was the truth of her. And he had shown her that she could no longer deny it. And she had told him that she no longer wished to.

But there was a terrible danger lurking and Steven wondered if Cathy was aware of it as well. Of course she knew. She was so smart, so perceptive, and so self-examining. Though all the months of emails and phone games could just be called flirtation, though fiery as it was, this night could change everything for them both. He knew that when he finally held her in his big arms and felt his hardness press against her, that the danger would become readily apparent. The danger was that they might fall in love.

Always sensible, cautious, putting family honor before her own desires and needs, this was the essence of this woman. Solely devoted to her family, she had dreamt of a day when she could indulge in her own activity and desire. Steven had provided a venue for her to do just that. All the while, peeling back the lamination that she had encased herself in, an armor of sorts. How had he reduced her so? What was it about him? He was just words on a screen, yet he had turned her into a slave for his words. She knew nothing of him, there wasn’t that spark or physical attraction that so many people use as a catalyst to start a romance. So like Cathy. She cared so little for the things that most people found appealing in the opposite sex. His photo revealed a most beautiful man, strong in stature and body, eyes that cut right through a woman’s soul. But she hadn’t even seen his face when she found herself longing for him. She didn’t know anything about his life, how he labored or how he spent his time. She saw in his writing a man who knew what a woman wanted and that was all she needed of him. Time and again it was this man, Steven, who had driven her up to her bedroom, away from her family to cater to his whims. “Dip your hand in your white honey. Then write me of it.” It was comments like that which had driven her to his arms.

He would fuck her. And fuck her again. Make her crawl across the floor and beg for his cock. Worship it. He would show her that his cock could be the focal point of her existence. He would defile her. Make her plead to swallow his cum. Get her to the point where she kneeled on the floor, presenting her gorgeous big ass to him, spreading it open with her hands, and through her sobs said, “Please, Steven, please. Fuck your whore’s fat ass. My ass needs a cock in it sooooo bad. Please.”

And it was quite a remarkable ass. He smiled inwardly again thinking of the time a few months ago when he had sent her that link to an Adult toy site Anal Sex Toys for men and women and had her purchase a Butt Plug. And because he asked her to, she inserted it and wore it while she carried out her daily mundane chores. He had to stifle a laugh when he imagined her in her minivan, carpooling the neighborhood kids, a butt plug in her ass, because her unseen Master had requested it. It was their secret. And kept Cathy constantly on edge. She loved secrets. And he was her darkest secret yet.

She thought back to all of the early mornings she rose before dawn, running to his words. She had many days of strong reservation. Among the many women he had seduced, she was certain, would have more experience than she. Could she still please him? She had been told by the handful of men that she had allowed herself to be with that she was skilled in the art of fellatio. She loved to suck a man’s cock, using her entire mouth, especially her tongue. But many of them were boys of a life long before marriage. This was a man. And she was so eager to please him. She found him to be encouraged by her obedience, she catered to his every whim, did whatever she was told. She loved the control he had over her and surrendered herself to his desires. She knew that everything that he asked of her had a purpose. She did not question his requests for in the end she knew that he would make her whole. He was her fantasy.

Steven delighted in her blind obedience. Cathy had written him that he had become her fantasy, a role he delighted in. Cathy’s fantasy. A burden as well. But she made it easy, her compliance to his wishes a secret gift.

He allowed his mind to drift back to the moment he realized her specialness to him. Steven had set up a voicemail box so that he may hear her voice when their correspondence began. He also wanted to make sure it wasn’t a man writing to him in that early stage. Silly now in retrospect, but it had happened once or twice before, his on-line stories being a magnet both for sincere ladies and lonely, bored men. Her husband was away golfing and Steven had bid her to call the number so that he might hear her climax as she masturbated. She willingly complied. And he could tell by the joyous sounds of this woman in heat that his suggestion took her to a new level of autoeroticism. He remembered how many times he listened to the playback that night. And how he too masturbated, cumming with his Cathy for the first time, covering his fifty-inch chest with a prodigious load of his fiery man-juice, whispering, “Yes, Cathy, you’re such a good girl.”

Steven’s words were so powerful, so eloquent. He called them filthy scribblings, but in his words she saw a modern day Kama Sutra. He would laugh at that, perhaps through modesty, but it was the truth. Maybe not fit for every woman, but his words had moved her so deeply, she wouldn’t deny herself this man. So she prepared well for the night, bidding his requests for certain items of clothing down to the finest detail. She was so good at that. Save one, she wanted to wear her signature scent. Beautiful by Estee Lauder lightly sprayed on her body always made her feel so sexy. Perhaps she should have complied, allowed him to choose, but it was her only request and he had obliged her. He could be so liberal at times, surprising her by granting nominal wishes. She loved him for that, as well as so many others things. She had spent the entire day preparing her visage for his delight.

His penchant for delicate female things, hose, heels, well manicured nails, her hair, which he loved, was a vision of perfection. Cathy was not a sophisticated woman in her outer presentation. She found herself not to be of exceptional beauty or possessing the desire to engage in the usual tinkering of her facial features or body. A self-proclaimed low-maintenance woman. But she was real. Strong in body and mind and opinion. She didn’t waste her days in vanity, but instead invested her attention and time in creating character. Steven had only seen her in one photo, taken years ago, and she had changed quite a bit since then. Her hair was much longer, she was thinner, and he had probably wondered if she always carried a cowboy hat. It was a prop in her picture, a sign of a wild, untamed spirit. But he would tame her, like no other man before. On this night, she would present him with a debonair woman. She wanted him to become enamored by her appearance as well as her acquiescence.

Attempting to drive had proven to be a challenge for Cathy since her initial encounter with Steven. In her van, away from the demands and bustling of her home, her mind always wandered to him and the things that he had written her. This long distance drive was giving her hours to immerse in the anticipation of what would come this night. She found herself coarsely pulling on her enlarged nipples as she drove, sending a sting through her body into her swollen clit. The cream of her cunt gushing through her hole which made her shiver. She thought about him, this magnificent man who had allowed her to be in her van making this journey. She had learned through his writings that he enjoyed a shaven scrotum, which would make her feast of him even more delectable. She saw herself kneeled on a floor, his cock, inches from her hungry mouth, pulsating with lust for her. The scent of his meat wafting through her nose, savoring every moment that he allowed her to be here. When he said the word, “suck”, she would take his shaft into her mouth, lips and tongue and do what she was born to do, please Steven. Intermittently running her tongue down to his balls, gently suckling, licking. Returning to his cock, pushing it all the way down her throat. His face and words indicating that he was pleased. She would do this throughout the many hours of this oncoming night and the anticipation of this event would be the death of her. She sped up to rush to her love.

He allowed her small victories. She wanted to wear her favorite cologne, Beautiful, and he had allowed it. Though he preferred the raw sexuality of Obsession, he was familiar with her scent and thought it would fit her best. It was an aroma of innocence and wonderment with an undercurrent of dark eroticism. Perfect for his Cathy, the pillar of the community and his slut.

Maybe that was part of his attraction for her. He was a man who knew things like the various scents women liked to wear. He knew her husband had no idea of such things. But Steven knew women, it was his life’s work. He preferred their company and though he had male acquaintances, he had only female friends.

Cathy would be arriving at the hotel soon and he needed to dress. He admired his body in the mirror. At 48 he appeared much younger, the years of weight training managing to keep Father Time somewhat at bay. He had just freshly shaved his fifty-inch chest and he cradled his also just shaved scrotum, feeling it’s comforting heft as he examined his penis. It wasn’t overly large but big enough and women had felt a need to comment on its proportions and attractiveness. As he examined himself he found his cock gently filling with blood, the veins running along its length starting to pulse. The thought of Cathy, in her mini van, dressed like a very expensive whore, driving to his hotel was so arousing. He gently pumped his manhood watching the big head turn purple with lust and smiled at himself in the mirror. This would become the focus of Cathy’s existence for the next few hours. This cock. And her love for him would be his reward.

Cathy was not given to anal sex and the butt plug that had occupied her rectum since Steven asked for its insertion had served as a preparation for his cock. She knew this and had religiously worn it as she did now. It sent shivers through her, waves of delight like she had not ever experienced. Her husband, like so many other men, longed for this gift. A woman’s ass. An exceptionally tight, puckered hole and the object of fascination for her husband. She would only oblige him from time to time, but she found herself anxious to give this to Steven. She sensed that she would like everything that he did to her. She adjusted her skirt as she stepped out of her van, having hiked it up to reach in between her legs periodically throughout her trip. She wore a tight black skirt, something she had always found to be inviting. Not leather, as some may envision, but nylon. It clung to her ass like a hand. The thin black stockings shaped her muscular calves, which were defined even more than usual. The heels that she wore were unequivocally the highest she had ever worn. But they forced her to stand straight and erect, to think of each step so as not to fall. She knew why he had requested these from his many writings. She had studied them and learned that they provided him the physical control, keeping a woman reliant on him for her every move. Her white silk blouse was unbuttoned shamefully low. Well, shameful for Cathy. Her breasts pushed high and separated in her bra to form the perfect tunnel for his cock to travel through. Her nipples, hard and swollen at the thought of where she was and the commencement she would experience in a short time. She wore large gold hoops and dramatic make-up. She was a vision of her soul. Her longing to look and conduct herself as a whore. And she turned quite a few heads as she waltzed into the lobby, to her Steven, her master.

As he pulled his black Lord & Taylor briefs over his big thighs Steven smiled thinking of Cathy in her carpool mini van, the butt plug he’d had her order firmly affixed in her sphincter. She was so awash now with her repressed sexuality that with his masterful prodding it burst forth from her in a torrent, like a river, swollen by days of rain, behind a weakened dam. A whore. A woman.

He adjusted his “package” in his underwear and then reached into the closet for the woolen pants of his black double-breasted Armani suit. She had written that she loved him, though he doubted this. Why, they had never even breathed the same air. No, she loved the idea of him and the idea of her that he had given her, Cathy the slut. She loved the sexual way he made her feel, showed her the power she could have in sexual submission. She was drunk with it, intoxicated with this new woman he had uncovered for her. He showed her how she could dress shamelessly and it would be alright.That she could play “dress up” like a little girl and have fun rediscovering her femininity.

Glancing at the gold Breitling chronomat as he snapped it on his wrist he realized that she would already be in the hotel bar waiting for him. He also knew that the way she looked men wishing her company were already approaching her. Maybe that’s how he would defile her. Tell her to pick up two men and take them back to this room. He would be the third and he would make it appear that she was a prostitute of his acquaintance. He would take out a wad of bills, and in front of the others, pay her for her services. Then they would all have her. Could she stand that? It would certainly not be what she expected. But the thought of his virginal Cathy with a cock in her mouth, her cunt and her ass found him quite hard again as he made his way to the door. Just a thought. We’ll see.

Cathy waited in the bar like she was told. Dressed as she was and in a bar during the evening, she attracted a few men whose company she politely declined. She was looking for a certain species of man. Aloof, aggressive, arrogant…the kind of man that think their aura is completely irresistible. But it couldn’t be just one, it had to be two. Her sights were set on the two men who boldly approached her, asked if they could buy her a drink, self-assured and cocky as hell. Two businessmen having drinks after work and starting to feel the effects of the alcohol they had consumed, the conversation turned to sex. They had inquired if she was waiting for someone, which she answered no, but they didn’t ask further questions about why she was there alone. Cathy had a knack for turning her charm and sexiness up to warp speed and she could feel that it was working on these two unsuspecting men.

As the lurid talk continued, Cathy smiled deep inside herself and thought, ” You two fools think you’ve got yourselves a letter to Penthouse in the works here. Something to tell the guys at work.” Little did they know that they would be players in her scheme. This interlude of rampant sex wasn’t for their pleasure. It wasn’t even so much for hers, although she knew she would enjoy it. This was for Steven. Steven who had captured her heart and her mind and had fulfilled all of her sexual fantasies. He wanted to have her as the object of a gangbang. He wanted to see her manipulated and filled to her very soul with cock. She would lure these two innocent players to her room, cunning as she was, and her love would be there to orchestrate this in the way that was pleasing to him. It was her gift to him. She knew that physically, she would love this. But heaven would come when she would see the look on Steven’s face when he saw her perform.

Yes, that would be the way. He would have her arrange her own defilement, a performance for him. Steven reached down and picked up the phone, quickly punching in the numbers of Cathy’s cell phone. After two rings she answered…”Hello?” “Where are you?” “I’m in the lounge, like you said, waiting” “Good girl. Are you alone?” “Well,…not really” “Good” “Good?” “Yes, listen carefully, whore” She still cringed when he called her that “I’ll require you to find two men. You know the type, ones that don’t have deep thoughts about anything, preferably wearing wedding rings. Seduce them. Convince them that you’re a very expensive call girl there to meet a client. Let them introduce the idea of all three of us having you. Tell them you’ll need to call me to make sure it’s all right and then do so. Do I make myself understood?” “Yes, perfectly” “Oh and Cathy?” “Yes?” “Make sure that they are decently hung. Run your nails along the outlines of their cocks in their pants, I’m sure just being in close proximity to my girl will have them quite aroused. Master only wants the best for his toy.” “Thank you” “Get moving, I’m waiting” click

Steven wanted these men to be seduced by her. She would enjoy every moment of it. They oozed of everything that she abhorred in men. Arrogant, pretentious, moneyed, self-assured, cocky, of the mind that they were able to possess anything that they wanted just by the simple virtue of their presence. Men that had come on to her throughout her entire life, that she sneered at, not even wanting to be flirtatious with them for they made her nauseous. This would be her vindication. How easily they were falling into her trap. The one man especially was coming on hard and revisited the question of what she was doing there. She said, “I am a call girl and was told to meet a client at this bar.” They both looked taken back by her answer. ” A call girl, eh?” he smiled, “Then I’m sure you’ve had more than one man in a session.” Oh, God, could it be this easy? ” Yes, as a matter of fact I have and mmmmm, it is quite a treat,” she said. “And what is it about that scenario that you like?” he asked. The man standing opposite from her appeared to be nervous and started looking around as if everyone in the room knew what they were talking about. “I love the feeling of being overwhelmed with cock,” she lied. How would she know what that felt like? She had only been with a few men in her life and all but her husband had been when she was young. This was her part to play as directed by Steven. “And how would your client feel about us joining you two?” he asked. “Well it’s more like do I deem you worthy of being included?” she quipped. By this time the nervous one had moved in closer, hoping to seclude the conversation into the intimate circle where they sat. He was still looking around and almost fell over when Cathy reached under the table and grabbed his crotch. He was as stiff as a rock and decently hung and appeared embarrassed at her aggressive gesture. She smiled at him and gently licked her top lip, “You can be included anytime.” she whispered. “Uh, thanks,” he said. She noticed his ring. “Oh, so that’s why you’re so nervous,” she said. “Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret.” She winked. The other man practically stuck his crotch in her hand. She availed her nails, which raked across the length of his shaft. He was smaller in size and paled in comparison to Steven’s manhood, but he was a willing accomplice, he would have to do. His eyes fluttered and he leaned forward and said, ” I’ll give it all to you, just the way you like it.” Cathy bit her lip to keep from laughing in his face. “Mmmmm, and I can’t wait,” she quipped, “but I have to make sure it’s okay with my client. He is very authoritative and may not like this.” She called the hotel desk and asked for his room number. She said, ” Master, there are two men here that would be interested in joining you and I. If it pleases you.” They looked puzzled as to why she used the word “master”. The nervous one looked reluctant and was motioning to the other that he wanted to leave. His eyes were fixed on Cathy’s mouth as she spoke, ignoring his friend as he was imagining what this would be like. “Is this what you want, Darling,” Steven asked. “You know I do,” she smiled. “Then let us begin. Bring them up here now,” he commanded.

Steven opened the door to his guests. He was dressed in a double-breasted black Armani suit with a white Italian silk T-shirt underneath. He usually wore all black but thought the white would best show off his recent tan.

“Cathy, gentlemen, my suite is yours,” with a big grin and an expansive wave of his arm.

Cathy walked in followed by the two men. Her nylon skirt swished seductively against her nylon stockings as she walked in her stiletto “fuck-me” pumps, rolling her hips for the men following behind her.

“Gentlemen, won’t you be seated,” Steven gestured toward two chairs adjoining a table.

When they were seated Steven drew Cathy close to him and began to kiss her deeply. As he did so he hiked up Cathy’s already short skirt and took the globes of her ass in his hands. Because Cathy’s back was now towards the two men they had a perfect view of her bottom and her stockings. She wore no underwear as Steven didn’t allow it. He kneaded her ass flesh as he raped her mouth with his tongue. In a few moments he was through greeting her and pulled away. Cathy remained standing where she was, motionless.

Steven walked behind the two seated men and said, “My whore says that you’d like to fuck her. And I like nothing better than watching her fuck. She’s the best at what she does, a true artist, isn’t that right slut?”

“Yes, Master”

The two men were starting to have second thoughts about what they might have gotten themselves into, but their egos wouldn’t allow them to back out. Though quite frankly, given their erections, they’d have trouble standing, much less walking, out of the room.

“Cathy, why don’t you show us what we will have this evening.”

She bent from the waist, reaching around and bunching her skirt up so her ample bottom was revealed again, then she grabbed her ankles. After a pause Cathy reached around and spread her ass open for their inspection. Her cunt glistened with her arousal.

“What do you need tonight, Cathy?” Steven whispered.

“I need to have all my holes filled with cock. Your slave needs to be fucked in her ass, her cunt and she needs to have cum shot down her throat.”

“You see gentlemen. Cathy is a girl that knows what she wants. Shall we give it to her?”, an evil laugh from Steven.

Cathy was immediately struck by Steven’s power. She had been captivated by his words and the pictures that he had sent. He commanded attention with just his mere presence. She gazed longingly at him as he stood behind these two men, speaking to her in a way that made her weak. Her cunt felt as if it would burst with the anticipation of having this man, she had seen his mammoth cock in a picture and knew she would be complete once it had broken through her wetness.

to be continue –

Saturday night. They have been at the munch for awhile. Greeting old friends, sharing the day to day. She is talking to another sub when she notices her Master talking to a man she has never seen there before. He is good looking in a dark, foreboding way. Sexy, but a bit scary. Her Master seems to know this man well.

They keep looking in her direction, her Master laughing playfully, and the other laughing with Him. As the night wears on she see this man glancing at her from time to time.

On the way home she inquires, “Sir, if i may ask, who was that gentleman You were speaking with this evening” “Why?” He asks in a mildly accusing voice. “Did You find him attractive?”

“Not really Sir.” she answers a little too quickly.

“Then don’t worry about it.” He says.

End of discussion.

Sunday they are busy all day. Cleaning the house, laundry. All the things that get neglected during the week. “Let’s quit for now.” He tells her.

It is about dusk. He goes to the kitchen, pours Himself a drink, then pours her a large glass of wine.

“You put in a good days work my little one” He tells her.

“I have some errands to do. While I’m gone why don’t you enjoy a long hot bath?”

A long bath sounds like a lovely idea.

“Thank You Sir, i think i will”.

As she drew her tub she lit some candles, put some oil in the tub and puts on a new CD she wanted to hear. She settles into the tub with a sigh.

As she lies there she marvels in how far she has come since they have been together. How free He makes her feel. The hot soapy water and thinking of her Master are all it takes to make her hot. Damn! She hopes she can persuade Him to do a scene with her tonight.

She must have drifted off for awhile. She feels a cool draft, that of the door being opened, and it wakes her. By the time she opens her eyes the door is closed, the room is dark. She is a bit confused.

“Master, is that You?”. No answer but she is sure she hears breathing. Suddenly, a pair of hands grab her ankles, pinning them together. She starts to gasp when another hand clamps over her mouth and another grabs her wrists. “Don’t make a sound.” comes the order. It is not her Master’s voice!! Oh shit, she thinks. What’s going on here? Her arms are pulled above her head and she hears cuffs being snapped on. At the same time the hands holding her ankles roughly spread her legs apart, draping each one over the tub ledge.

“Master?”, she whimpers softly.

A sharp slap to her cheek rocks her head. “NOT A SOUND!”

Still the new voice. Hands start to play with her large, heavy breasts. They lift them, weigh them. Her skin is wet and soapy and the hands start to gently slap them, each slap getting harder and harder. Fingers pinch her already rock hard nipples and she lets out a moan.

She knows this is not her Master. She knows the feel of his hands. A blindfold is fitted around her eyes. She can sense the light being turned on.

“Very nice”, he says with a low chuckle. She feels his finger begin to probe between her legs. He spreads her cunt lips open with his fingers and starts pinching her clit! Despite herself she is beginning to get wet!! She is praying that the other set of hands belongs to Master. That he is watching and enjoying this.

“There’s not enough working room in here.” he says.”Let’s move her”

She is lifted out of the tub by her arms and legs. The air is cold on her wet skin. God, what will happen next?

As they carry her out of the bathroom, she catches a waft of her Masters after-shave. He is there! Thank God, but now she is even more nervous. He has never let another man touch her before. What does He want from her?

He has not said a word. They carry her down to the dungeon. Her arm and leg cuffs are put on. She is tied standing arms and legs wide. Her still-wet body shivers from the cold air of the basement.

Then she hears her Masters voice close to her ear “You will obey.” He says softly. The other one starts to work on her. First her breasts, just her breasts. He whips them, pinches her nipples again and again, one then the other back and forth until her cunt is on fire.

Then he works his way down. First He softly strokes her lips. Oh my God she is dripping.. “Hold them open for me.” she hears him say.

She feels her Masters fingers spread her pussy lips wide. My God, she is so wet, so on the edge.

The first bit of the lash on her open cunt makes her gasp! Her Master puts His fingers on either side of her clit and pushes down until her most sensitive nub is pushed forward and exposed. The lashing continues. Her clit is on fire. Some of the blows catch her right in her cunt hole, and they only make her open more.

She is not allowed to cum without her Masters word. What if she cums in another’s hands? She begs, pleads “Please, PLEASE!” Still no word from Him. She is trying to be good; trying to hold out, but the stranger keeps at it. Pinching and whipping her clit taunting her nipples. “PLEASE MASTER.” she screams, PLEASE LET ME CUM!!. He keeps silent.

Finally she can hold back no more. In a rush she cums!!! Even as she is cumming she is thinking, shit no, this is not good. The orgasm racks her body and she can hear herself making low animal sounds.

She hears her Master sigh. Oh No. Not a good sign.

“Well.” he says to the other. “You win. I thought she was better trained than this”

She knows she has fucked up. She is ashamed, contrite, and a bit afraid of what her punishment might be.

“Master.” she sobs. “I am sooo sorry.”

“Quiet.” he tells her.

The blind fold is taken off and she sees the stranger from last night’s party.

“Say hello to Master Jon.” He says.

“Hello Master Jon.” she says in a low voice

“Now thank Him for making you cum.”

“Thank You Master Jon, for making this one cum.” her face is red with shame.

“She is a good one.” Master Jon quips. “She needs a bit more training, yes. But what fun would we have if they didn’t give us reason for training?”

And she can hear the amusement in His voice. She is untied. “Kneel.” her Master says.

“You must thank Master Jon properly for His gift to you.” Master Jon opens his zipper.

“Suck.” her Master commands. She is mortified. Her Master does not touch her. He just stands there watching until Master Jon cums in her mouth

“Swallow it all.” He says. “Don’t make me look any worse than you already have.”

“Now.” He says. “Go to the bedroom and wait for me.” Once in the room she thinks she had better be in a very submissive position when he arrives. She gets on the floor in her greeting position, on hands and elbows, ass in the air, and thinks about her mistake. This is a big one. He takes awhile, but finally she hears the front door close. His feet make a heavy sound on the stairs. As He enters he puts something down in the corner.

He sits on the bed over her. “What to do, what to do.” he says.

She feels a rope being pulled through the loop on her leg cuff and tied to the bed.

“Kneel.” He tells her.

Her head is down. “Look at me.” He commands. She can barely meet his eyes.

“You realize of course that you must be punished for this, my pet. Don’t you?”

“Yes Master.”

“All right.” he sighs. “First.” and he points to a bucket in the corner. “You will be tied all night. If you have to pee you will use the bucket.”

“Yes Sir.”

He then throws her a blanket and pillow. She know what this means. She won’t sleep much tonight. The floor is hard and cold. “Now for the real punishment” He says. “Lay on your back, legs spread wide.”

“Wider.” He starts to play with her pussy with his toe, probing at her clit. Pushing it just inside her wiggling it around. “For the next 48 hours.” He says,”No matter what I do to you, you are not allowed to cum. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

He pushes His toe in further, harder, it hurts!! “I said, do you understand”

“Yes Master, i understand.”

“If you do cum.” He says” I will beat you harder than I have ever beaten you. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master. I understand.” “You are a good sub.” He tells her,”but I see we have more to do. More lessons to be learned.” And He turns off the light. She feels so cold and alone there at the foot of the bed. She vows to herself this will NEVER happen again.

– The End –

Back in the days of the cold war, spying was the most interesting of games. Mikhail Gorbenov played his part, as all good Russians must. Mikhail was involved with Soviet mind control experiments. His job; to train the female agents that were sent around the world, to entrap the men of power, bringing all the secrets home to mother Russia.

It is marvelous to work for the USSR; it makes some things very easy to get. For Mikhail it was the “getting” of females, women with the necessary talents, those worth training. He needed girls who looked good and acted bad. This turned out to be not as hard as you might think.

Summer at USTA Military Camp brought all the promising college age adults from Moscow. Mens compound on one side, womens on the other. Mikhail’s special agents were recruited from this camp. He had a small apartment at the end of the camp, in the works garage. No one knew it was there. There were no signs and it was mostly underground. He was considered by all concerned to be maintenance staff. The head matron was one of the few who knew his real occupation.

Mikhail had designed the camp. It had a very open concept. It was a tree-less, well-lit plain, well patrolled by staff. No places to hide from watchful eyes. But one area had been designed opposite to this theme. It had been set up as the perfect place to hide. Just the sort of place sex starved Cadets would seek out. It was the Garbage and Waste building, and it stunk. It stunk so much the staff refused to go anywhere near it. Each day a new group of future soldiers, were punished with garbage duty. Once in the shed it was apparent that it was a maze of bins and barrels, with all the privacy that the stench provided. It wasn’t long before these punished cadets figured out other uses for such a place.

At ten o’clock the camp staff was at officer’s mess, the camp considered bedded down for the night. The only lights visible were from the mess, and the stinking building. All was quiet. All except for the odd little commotion in the garbage shed. In the maintenance shop basement, Mikhail had his residential quarters. His living room was a bank of twenty 12″ x 12″ Sony color monitors. Here he spent his evenings watching his closed circuit TVs. It would start soon. He would open a beer, and sit and watch and be rewarded. Not many were chosen, but some were.

Tonight was bound to be excellent; the soldiers in training had been out on maneuvers, away from camp for days. The women touring hospitals, the men, woods survival training.

One of the monitors motion sensors flashed red, drawing Mikhail’s attention. A man was sneaking into the building, soon more red flashes as a woman entered from another entrance, they were moving towards each other. They met in the same place, the barrel storage room, Mikhail zoomed in, putting his headphones on, he was now a fly on “that” wall.

He had seen this girl before, and she was of high potential, aggressive, and always picking men she could easily control and dominate. Tonight was no different; it was Dimetry Diminovich, the shy tall, lanker from B squad. The girl Nadia, was tall, big, buxom, large breasts, and strong, but she was also very sexually driven. This was the reason she had been tagged as “of interest” to Mikhail, and tonight would be her deciding night.

“Have you missed me Dimetry?” she pouted to the lanky male pressed with his back to the wall. He was very shy and just shook his head. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come.” As she said this she moved towards him. His eyes went wide as she approached. He really didn’t know what to expect. He had heard rumors, but now he was about to find out. Her lips met his forcefully, and with the speed and dexterity of an athlete she pulled at his belt, unzipped his fly and reached into his trousers and dropped to her knees. She pulled the lads pants down in one smooth motion. Mikhail new now what had sealed Dimetry’s fate, this lad was hung likes a horse. “The boys were right about you. King of the shower room, you are, Dimetry!” She ran her tongue up and down his thick pink shaft, then tried to force the whole thing down her throat. The muscles in her neck were enlarged and taut. She wanted “this” cock, wanted to devour it, and devour she did. Faster and faster she bobbed on his dick. The loud glump, glump, glump of her gagging throat was all he could hear. One hand in her own skirt, stroking faster and faster. The boy stood stark, still, letting her take him.

His eyes were shut tight, part fear, part passion. She was in no waiting mood. She was ready to cum and wanted his cum, too. Mikhail could see her hips begin to buck as she started towards her climax. Her hand squeezed at the boys balls. He too started to move, her other hand disappeared behind the lad. She buried his shaft deep in her throat. He began to thrash. His eyes were open wide. He was cumming, the feel of her finger intruding into his butt was making him feel very scared. Nadia had dreamed of his warm spunk spurting into her mouth. Dimetry was trying to pull out with all his strength. He was in a panic, bucking to free himself. Nadia was determined to taste what she could. Huge spurts of semen propelled by fear and lust squirted into her waiting mouth. She caught all but the last spurt; it hit her top lip as he bounded out the door.

Nadia fell back grinning, dress up about her waist. Wet cunt open and exposed. Mikhail watched as she groaned and pushed her finger up and down her slick opening gasping, then suddenly stopping, frozen in orgasm, letting it seep through her.

Mikhail had made his decision. He pressed the switch that locked the doors, keeping Nadia in the garbage building and keeping everyone else out. He called the matron to meet him in the garbage building basement. “I have a new recruit Matron.” “I’m on my way Mikhail.” This was a prize better than expected.

He made his way to the basement tunnel, arriving to find Nadia composed and pleading that she had been locked in while bringing the trash. Yes she was indeed a smart girl. “Of course you did. Follow me please.” he said loudly.

When they arrived in the basement, the Matron was there waiting with a slight grin on her face. “Well, well, I should have guessed.” Mikhail sat Nadia down roughly in an armchair, holding her while Matron bound both forearms to the chair.”Shall we get started Mikhail?” Matron could not wait to begin. This was the agreement she and Mikhail worked under. He got what he wanted and Matron got first night rights. It worked out so well for all concerned.

Matron re-wound the tape of Nadia blowing the soldier in the garbage building. It began to play back on the screen in front of them; the Matron stood looking down at the now naked girl. Nadia’s eyes went wide as she watched herself devour the young man on the TV. Matron reached down and pinched the girl’s nipples. “Look, her tits are aroused. She gets horny watching herself suck cock.” Nadia began to blush scarlet red. “It’s a little too late for that, you little slut.” the Matron chuckled.

Mikhail approached the chair. The Matron unbuttoned his pants. His huge thick 8″ cock sprang forth. Neither the Matron nor Nadia could take their eyes off it. It was so thick and veined, neither had seen any that would be called better. Its head like a huge purple plum, his testicles tight, dark and wrinkled like rhino skin. Matron stroked it slowly back and forth; her hand not able to encircle it completely, a big drip forming on the slit of the purple headed monster. With her other hand she wiped the clear fluid off, catching a large thick drip with her index finger. She held it up to the light like a jewel for all to see, then brought her hand down, wiping it expertly across Nadia’s upper lip.

Matron was enjoying humiliating this fresh, new slut. Nadia didn’t know what to do. She had never been treated like this before. The salty scent of this strange mans pre-cum, damp on her lip, filled her nostrils. First frowning, repulsed, but now causing her to swoon, almost wetting her with the passion his musky odor awakened.

The matron tapped her finger on the TV screen. It was a side shot, showing Nadia impaling her self on the soldiers penis, her hand furiously pushing her finger up his ass, as he squirmed to get away. “Such passion my dear. KGB will be very happy to have you.” Matron began removing her own uniform. Soon she was naked, A big bear of a women, attractive, large round breasts, and huge hairy mound, the first Nadia would taste. Matron rubbed her nipples as she looked down at Nadia’s nakedness strapped to the wooden arms of the chair. She grabbed hold of her by each ear as she thrust. She let herself be drawn into the woman’s crotch. She felt her arms being unfastened. She was being pushed to the floor. Matron was kneeling over her face, pinning down her head. Mikhail was licking Nadia, forcing his tongue deep into her and flicking her clit forcefully, over and over. She began to feel the first waves of orgasm. Matron was rubbing her engorged clit on Nadia’s slick face. Where would it end? She didn’t want to think anymore and just let them use her.

On and on the lovemaking went; she found herself stretched out on Matron, grinding with her, pussy to pussy, mouth to mouth. Pumping, rubbing, Matron’s tongue searching deep in her mouth. She tried to scream as Mikhail’s huge sausage-like prick entered her ass, but she was cumming, each painful burning stroke in her ass was answered with a wonderful grinding contraction with Matron. She was completely engulfed with the pleasure. She felt the warm moist spurts signaling Mikhail’s cumming, heard his grunts, mixed with Matrons moans, and her own sobs of delight. “I’m cumming!!” she heard herself scream, every painful thrust up her ass forced more words from her mouth. She had never felt like this, abused, humiliated, but completely ecstatic, huge waves of mind shattering contractions went through her sensitive body. Her writhing matched the undulations, both below and above her. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” over and over she screamed it out. Soon she fell back weeping with exhaustion.

As she lay resting on the floor, she heard her voice playing back over the TV. ” I’m cumming…I’m cumming!” She slowly opened her eyes. They had taped her, she was screaming out her joy. Mikhail pounding his huge meat into her waiting willing ass, Matrons face, contorted in pleasure, below her. Nadia was ashamed watching herself on the TV, but excited and wanting it to continue. Matron was dressing, “Don’t worry Nadia. You will have more of this than any girl could imagine. You are about to become one of Mikhail’s “spy sluts.” Get some sleep my dear. Tomorrow you will begin your real training.

– The End –

Melting snow mixed with her tears as Thomas said his last words to Anne. “My dear, you are in the best possible hands. For as long as you live, my bank will send money for your maintenance. You will be well cared for. The Aston Asylum is one of the finest and most progressive in all of Britain. Dr. Aston is both a doctor of divinity and a physician, a noted alienist who assures me you will have the best treatments known to medical science. Good bye, now. Most probably we will never see each other again, but rest assured that I will always have a place for you in my heart.” With that, the door closed, and Matron led Anne toward the women’s wing.

Anne was the only child of The Reverend Evan Jones and his wife. As a non-conformist, not Church of England, and a displaced Welshman, pastor to a small flock in the north of England, Rev. Jones never had much money, but his family never lacked for the necessities nor felt a need for luxuries. Anne was an intelligent and attractive child, with lively eyes and auburn hair, but she had a speech impediment, a stammer, which exposed her to ridicule. Her parents schooled her at home and discouraged her playing with others. When she was eighteen, she began her monthly periods, as was common in those days, when girls matured more slowly. Her parents arranged a marriage to a lawyer, Thomas Marlow, Esq., an ambitious solicitor in Newcastle. They were married in her father’s church, and, as Thomas took Anne to Newcastle, the Rev. Jones and his wife departed England to bring the Gospel to the heathens of Africa.

The wedding night: Thomas, overcome by lust for her pale, delicate body, ravished the virgin Anne without those gentle preliminaries which might have prepared her for conjugal coupling. In the morning, she communicated to him how painful and distasteful the experience had been, on her part. Her husband’s reaction was to declare that he would never again visit her bed, or even her bedroom. She was forbidden to leave the house or to entertain friends in the house. He rarely spoke to her, but she became aware that he was slaking his lust with women in the city and even, on occasion, with one of the servant girls in Anne’s own house. She knew not what to say about that, so she said nothing.

Over the course of several months, Anne grew more quiet and more melancholy. She lost weight, and her menses stopped. It was almost as if she were regressing, going back into her childhood as a recluse. Thomas and Anne’s mother-in-law, along with the family doctor, as required by law since 1774, testified before a justice of the peace, who then issued an order of commitment. Anne was legally judged to be hysterically insane by a man she had never seen.

The Aston Asylum for the Insane was a big brick building in the Regency style, out of place and isolated in the Yorkshire dales. Apart from the outbuildings and gardens of the asylum, the only sign of human habitation that Anne could see was the distant ruins of a castle which had once belonged to Richard III. Snow covered the ground and swirled around the building, as the wind moaned in the fireless chimneys. Matron, an older women in charge of the female patients and staff, led Anne to a small room, a cell, lit only by the gray light which filtered through a high, narrow window. Anne hugged herself against the chill and waited. She was aware of other inmates, though she could not see them. They were locked in their cells. Most were silent. One sang a bawdy song. Anne did not even understand some of the words. There was an undercurrent of moaning, and an occasional scream or shriek. Anne realized that, for practical purposes, she was no longer Thomas Marlow’s wife. Few would know that he had even been married; fewer would remember Anne, and perhaps no one would know that she was still alive. Thomas might even remarry. She had no one, no friend, no husband, no contact with her parents, who might well be dead by now, murdered by savages in the jungles of Africa. Why had God made her, if her life had no meaning?

At last the bolt shot back and Matron entered, carrying a candle and followed by two men. The elder, with white hair, dressed in black clerical garb, introduced himself. “I am Doctor Aston, and I am here to help you, Mrs. Marlow.” He gestured at the younger man, also clad in black, but without the clerical collar, a handsome fellow only a few years older than Anne. “This is Doctor Wilson, my assistant. First, we must examine you. Tomorrow, we can begin with the standard treatments for your mental illness. Very often, we are successful in effecting a cure, and the patient can return home, so I do hope you will cheerfully cooperate with your treatment.”

Matron took Anne’s wrap and then began to unbutton the back of her dress. Anne simply stood there, until Matron began to pull the long sleeves over Anne’s hands, causing the bodice to fall away. “N-n-n-n”, Anne stammered, trying to protest, but Matron continued to undress her, removing her dress and folding it, then removing the blouse and underskirts, until she was down to Anne’s whalebone-stayed corsets, which confined Anne’s waist and accentuated her hips. The doctors looked on approvingly. Matron’s busy fingers made quick work of the laces, and the stiff garment fell away, leaving Anne standing there in only her thin muslin shift and her shoes.

“Off with the shoes.” said Matron. Anne bent awkwardly to remove her shoes, acutely conscious of her near nudity. “Now the shift. Come on!” Reluctantly, Anne lifted her last garment over her head, exposing her private cleft to the sight of the men, and then exposing her girlish breasts. The chill of the room gave her gooseflesh and made her nipples stand out. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but Matron seized Anne’s arms and easily held them behind her, elbows nearly touching, leaving Anne totally exposed.

Tears glistened on Anne’s cheeks as she tried to protest. “P-ppplease! I-I-I n-n-n-”

Dr. Aston took one of Anne’s wrists and felt her pulse. “Now, young woman, you must cooperate with your physicians. Have you never had a medical examination before”

“N-n-n-no.”

Dr. Wilson took her other wrist and felt for the pulse, while Dr. Aston placed a rolled up paper above Anne’s bosom and said, “Breathe deeply.” With his ear to the paper tube he listened to her chest, and then her back. “All clear.” he said, “She seems to be physically healthy.” When they released her, Anne again tried to cover herself with her hands and stood there, shivering in the cold. Matron handed her a gray wool garment, cut like a chemise, to cover Anne’s’ nakedness, and Dr. Aston remarked, “Yes, she’s a bit thin, but I see no reason why we can’t begin treatment tomorrow.”

Then he turned to Dr. Wilson and spoke in Latin. “Mental illness.” he said, “has two components, one physical, one moral. First, we treat the physical ailments. Her previous doctor diagnosed chronic melancholia, a hysterical malady common in women. Her bodily humours are out of harmony. Matron will see to that, with purges and clysters. I’ll tell Matron to try to fatten her up a bit, and see that she gets plenty of exercise. The moral component is more difficult to reach, but there are many well known treatments, to focus her mental processes on that which is good. The standard treatments, whippings, cold water baths, blistering poultices, and physical confinement, the same treatments used on our late king, during his madness, tend to focus the attention of the patient on the present, pushing into the background memories of earlier experiences which, perhaps, precipitated the madness. We have here some new instruments of treatment, invented in America by a Doctor Rush. The objective is to so disorient the patient that he or she takes on the temperament of a cow or sheep, contentedly living in the present, with little concern for the past or anxiety for the future. In this patient’s case, we will hope to see a time when the illness which prevents her speech is cured, and she can progress to normal human verbal intercourse, which is, of course, one of activities which distinguishes the human from the beast. ”

Noting the expression on Anne’s face, Dr. Aston resumed speaking English. “Do not fear, Mrs. Marlow. You may have heard of the horrors of the Bedlam madhouse, but you have nothing to fear of that sort here. We do not use branding irons to drive out demons. This is the Nineteenth Century. We do not believe in witches and demons. Patients such as yourself are not possessed. They are ill, and in many cases they can be cured.”

The doctors departed, and Matron followed with the candle and Anne’s clothes, bolting the door, leaving Anne alone in her cell, which was furnished with only a bed and a chamber pot. The mattress was straw in a bag of ticking, and it was covered by smelly woolen blankets. There was no fire to warm the place, and the winter chill, the ice-cold bricks of her cell, made sleep very difficult.

When Anne did fall asleep, she had nightmares which, fortunately, she remembered very little of. One involved a man. Was it Thomas or Dr. Wilson…? Sticking his thing between her legs; she woke screaming. Morning was signified by an increase in the general level of noise and by a faint light through a slit-like window high on the wall, where she could see nothing but a tiny patch of sky. A panel at the bottom of the door slid open, and someone slid a tray through the opening, before it closed again. On the tray was a bowl of oatmeal, with a wooden spoon, a mug of tea, no sugar or milk, and some bread which had been fried in bacon fat. She ate and drank it all ravenously.

Too soon, the door opened, and two women, one no older than Anne, the other her mother’s age, ordered her out. Strangely, they were dressed like nuns and had crosses on chains around their necks. Anne had heard of “nursing sisters” but had never seen one, and this was a private asylum, wasn’t it? They half dragged Anne, still clutching her blanket, through corridors and up stairs to a room which had a “convenience chair” in the middle of the room, conventional enough, like a box with a back and arms on it, except that under the hole in the seat there was no chamber pot, only a drain in the floor. The “sisters” took her blanket and shift and sat the naked Anne on the chilly chair. They strapped her in; one strap under her breasts and around the back of the chair, straps for each arm, to the arms of the chair, and straps around her ankles to the legs of the chair. A servant girl brought a tray with several mugs on it, and the “nurses” forced Anne to drink. The first contained a hot, herbal tea, rather bitter. A second mug contained a vile tasting oil, which Anne could hardly drink without retching. The third was more tea. By this time, Anne felt bloated and had to struggle to comply with the orders to drink. They draped her blanket over her, for she was shivering, and left her alone.

Anne waited, wondering if she would ever be warm again and anxious at being naked under the blanket. Even on her wedding night, she had never been naked in the presence of other people, yet here they assumed she had no modesty at all. Time passed slowly; she had no way to know how much time. The bloated feeling in her stomach subsided, but it was replaced by painful cramps in her bowels. The sensations spread through her belly, the pain making her sweat, even in the freezing cold. A “sister”, one Anne hadn’t seen, came in and forced her to drink another mug of liquid. The sister stood, silently, and watched as Anne squirmed in her restraining straps and made faces as waves of pain reflected through her abdomen. Then, quite involuntarily, Anne’s little hole in back (no one had ever given her a polite name for it) opened and spewed smelly, mostly liquid matter from her bowels. Anne watched the sister, who was watching her, and felt so embarrassed. The sister waited until most of the splashing noises had subsided and then forced Anne to drink yet another mug of now-tepid brew.

This torment continued, Anne reckoned, all morning, for at one point she was given some bread and cheese to eat, a noon meal, she supposed. By that time, the pain had largely subsided; the gurgles and cramps and showers of bodily waste were only sporadic. Still, they kept her strapped on the commode, straining to expel the contents of her belly. Then Matron came in, followed by the two morning nurses who carried a bucket and a strange machine. The machine was a metal cylinder with a handle on one end and a conical extension on the other. Matron put the tapered end into the bucket and pulled on the handle, which sucked quarts of steaming liquid into the cylinder. Needing no orders, the nurses whipped the blanket off Anne and pivoted the chair forward, off the box, so Anne found herself staring at the floor, supported by the strap beneath her breasts. She struggled for breath as Matron pressed hot metal against Anne’s shitter hole and forced hot liquid into her bowels. Anne felt as if some wild animal was inside her, struggling to get out, stretching her tortured bowels.

“Hold it in!” ordered Matron, as she removed the metal device and the nurses lowered the seat, returning Anne to an upright position. “Hold it in as long as you can. Hold it.” Anne couldn’t. Quarts of almost scalding water jetted from her bottom into the drain in the floor. The nurses again tipped the chair, and Matron again injected quarts of seething fluid, and again the chair was returned to its upright position until Anne had emptied her bowels as best she could. Seven times they did that, until the bucket was empty and Anne felt exhausted. Matron took a greased ebony object and pushed it into Anne’s unresisting hole, where it stayed, preventing the normal closure. “We can’t have you leaking on the floor, Mrs. Marlow.” said Matron as she wiped her hands and went to the door. “Take her down for exercise.” she called over her shoulder as she left.

Barefoot on the freezing floor, with only her inadequate shift and blanket, Anne was taken to a subterranean room, lighted only by smoky lamps burning suet. There was a rotating mysterious machine, like the water wheel of a mill, except the buckets were replaced by bars, like the rungs of a ladder. Three naked women climbed the rungs of the giant wheel, turning it, sweating even in the cold of the basement room. A female staff member, not a nurse, judging from her garb, sat supervising with a whip in her hand! Stripped naked again, Anne was made to take the place of one of the women, who rested and caught her breath. Distracted by the nudity, tormented by the unfamiliar plug in her bottom, Anne worked hard to climb the rungs of the wheel, holding on to a horizontal bar. If she did not climb fast enough, if her arms extended too far or she let go of the bar, the supervisor would crack her whip in warning. The rungs hurt the arches of her feet (she had not yet learned to balance on the balls of her feet) and she panted for breath as sweat drenched her. She was ready to die, she thought, when it was her turn to rest. This torment continued for the balance of the afternoon until, aching all over from overworked muscles, Anne and the others were allowed to stop. The women put on their simple dresses, and Anne wrapped herself in her blanket, as the supervisor marched them back upstairs to their cells. “No talking.” she barked, cracking her whip, when Anne tried to ask a question.

Anne was huddled in her blanket on the bed in her cell when Matron appeared. “P-p-p-p-please.” said Anne, pointing to her bottom.

“The plug should stay in.” replied Matron. “You will have daily treatments until the toxins have been flushed from your body.”

The evening meal in her cell, was boiled potatoes in milk, with some dried apple slices for dessert. Later, Dr. Aston visited her. “Well, Mrs. Marlow, are you feeling better yet?”

“N-n-n-no.” replied Anne, shaking her head.

“No? Well, you soon will feel better, once the poisons have been purged from your body and you respond to the benefits of good diet and exercise. I’ll look in on you again tomorrow.”

Exhausted, Anne slept more soundly than before. The next day was exactly like the first, except that Anne’s bum hole had been stretched, and it was harder to hold in the scalding fluid that Matron injected, so the plug was used to contain the scalding liquid inside her until Matron judged it time to expel the contents of her rectum. Later, her muscles screamed in pain as she “exercised” on the treadmill wheel. The evening meal of potatoes and milk was supplemented with boiled cabbage and an ounce or so of boiled meat, mostly fat. Apparently the order to fatten her up was taken seriously, for she was allowed second portions when she asked for them.

For three more days she spewed her guts, though at least Matron removed the anal plug before Anne labored on the treadmill. Then it was Sunday, a day of rest. The women were issued proper dresses (but no corsets or hats or shoes) and taken to a chapel for Church of England services, conducted by Dr. Aston. Anne, of course, had never been confirmed in the Anglican Catholic Church, so she was unable to take communion, but it was a comfort for her to again experience the sense of community that comes from sharing a religious service with other people. There were, she estimated, about twenty women, ranging in age from perhaps sixteen to very old, fifty or sixty. Two were restrained by strait jackets, and some tended to look distracted and to talk to themselves, but it was, just the same, a Christian service.

Monday, after breakfast, she did not have to drink the purgative brews, and there were only three applications of the clyster, so it was still morning when, denied even her simple dress, she was led, wrapped in her blanket, outdoors, into a walled yard, some sort of forecourt for the stables. She saw the sun for the first time since her arrival, though the sun was a weak white spot in the overcast sky. She looked around and saw faces in the windows of both the mens and womens wings. The snow was cold on her bare feet, and the blanket was inadequate to keep her warm. They led her to a kind of marble table and, to her horror, took away her blanket. Anne wailed at her situation, naked, exposed to both the chill wind of winter and the gaze of strangers. Quickly, the nurses forced Anne to lie face down on the stone slab, and they strapped her ankles to one end and her wrists to the other. The cold stone, like a horizontal grave stone, pressed against her thighs, her belly, her breasts. She was helpless to raise off the freezing table as they stretched her as tautly, She might have been on a medieval rack. Her teeth chattered as the warmth drained from her body by the cold, smooth marble. Then, to accentuate the torment, the nurses drenched her with buckets of icy water.

Anne gritted her teeth and tried to bear the searing cold. She could not move, not even shiver, tied as tightly as she was, but her lips fluttered and her teeth chattered. Never had she been so cold. As the minutes passed, her mind became confused and her body numb. She knew that death by freezing was a real possibility, and she tried to pray, though no intelligible sound escaped her lips.

Just as she felt life slipping away, a new pain tormented her. In her befuddled mental state, she had not noticed when two men approached her, carrying bundles of birch twigs. Now, systematically, the two simultaneously whipped her back and buttocks and legs with the birches, as if flogging a criminal. The pain restored life to her frozen body, brought screams from her blue lips, until she could bear no more and fainted.

Anne awoke in a tub of hot water, her teeth still chattering, even as her skin turned red like a lobster. Dr. Aston and Dr. Wilson stood beside the tub, watching as she was brought back to life. At last the chill was gone and the heat became oppressive. Anne tried to raise herself from the tub, but Matron pressed her back down. “That’s all right, Matron. Let her get out. There is no need to prolong her discomfort. Dry her off with soft towels. My, the birching left some nasty welts…and give her back her dress and blanket. Give her an extra blanket, too, and let her recover in her cell until dinner.”

The following day, Anne was subjected to the American chair, which Dr. Aston and two nurses demonstrated for Dr. Wilson. First, Anne was strapped into a strait jacket, a kind of canvas coat with closed sleeves. First, the waist was constricted, like a corset, until Anne could hardly breathe. Then the arms of the coat were crossed beneath her breasts and fastened together behind her, so her arms were tightly hugging herself and were entirely immovable. They seated her in a chair which could pivot around a horizontal axis. They strapped her in, with belts around over her breast, around her waist, and across her lap. To test the bindings, they rotated the chair forward in a half circle, so Anne was upside down, and then tipped it backward in a complete circle, until Anne was once again upright. A wooden box was placed enclosing her head, so she could breathe but could not see her surroundings. She felt the chair, with her in it, lifted, and they attached it to a turntable which could rotate around a vertical axis, propelled by a crank and connecting rod to a tall lever.

Anne, of course, could not see what was happening to her, but Matron signaled to a nurse who leaned on the lever. As the lever moved forward, the chair rotated a half turn, and pulling back on the lever completed the turn. After a few turns, the lever moved smoothly back and forth, as if the nurse were churning butter, and the chair rotated smoothly at a constant rate. Anne, of course was conscious of spinning, but that was nothing terribly unfamiliar. As a child, she had enjoyed whirling on her toes until, dizzy, she collapsed on the floor laughing. This was similar, except that she could not stop when she wished.

The chair slowed, and Matron removed the box from her head. “See the nystagmus, the twitching of the eyes.”

“Yes, she must be very dizzy.”

The box was replaced, and the rotation resumed. However, when it had reached a steady speed, the chair was suddenly rotated around the horizontal axis, so Anne was facing downward. The result was instant mal de mer, intense nausea and retching, though Anne had nothing in her stomach to throw up. She made incoherent noises like an animal in a trap, but the multi-axis spinning continued until she was, almost, driven to a true insanity.

The chair was stopped and the box removed. “Mrs. Marlow, can you hear me?”

“Ullk! Awrgh! Ak.”

“Take her back to the women’s ward. Don’t leave her alone, lest she choke on her tongue.”

Back in the common room, the nurses were distracted by some sort of emergency, and Anne, still in the strait jacket and unable to stand, was left on the floor. Slowly, Anne regained her senses.

“Eh, it’s the new girl.”

“What’s yer name?”

“Ah, ah, ah…”

“Oi, she ain’t got a name!”

“Shame she can’t even stand. Let’s have some fun with her.” Someone kicked her hip. “Stand her up and let’s see wot she’s made of.”

“Let’s make ‘er ride the horse.”

“Yes, the horse.” They stood Anne on her feet and lifted her skirt, so as to examine her womanly parts. Someone brought out a blanket and rolled it into a thick rope. They passed the rope between her legs and raised the ends, until Anne’s weight was supported by the blanket and her feet left the floor. Three women held each end of the rope, and they started a sort of tug of war with it, pulling it up and down, back and forth, while two other women steadied the helpless Anne so she would not fall off “the horse”.

“N,n,n,n,noooo!” she protested, as the wooly blanket was forced upward, parting her labia and rubbing intensely on places Anne had never touched. N,n,n,nahhh.”

Laughing, the inmates continued, forcing the helpless Anne to ride the bucking “horse.” In time Anne’s protests stopped. Then she began to giggle. “At’s it. Keep it going.”

Anne’s giggles became louder and more continuous, until she was laughing and choking. “Oh, God!” she screamed. Instantly, the women dropped the blanket and scattered, trying to hide in their cells or elsewhere. Anne lay on the floor, her skirt around her waist, the rolled blanket still between her legs, her breasts heaving as the constricting strait jacket was making it difficult to breathe.

“Mrs. Marlow, are you all right?” asked the newly arrived Dr. Wilson. Anne could only gasp. “Is this woman having a fit?” he asked the cowering inmates, who obviously were afraid of punishment for simply having a bit of fun with Anne. No one wanted to speak. Dr. Wilson knelt beside Anne and deftly undid the buckles and ties which held her confined in the canvas jacket. As soon as she could, she scuttled away from him, pulling down her skirt and trying to cover her shamefully exposed genitals. “Mrs. Marlow, are you all right? I thought I heard you exclaim,’Oh God’.”

“Uh!”

“Someone fetch Matron. I fear Mrs. Marlow has gone quite mad. I never did trust those Americans.”

Anne managed to sit up, and she looked at Dr. Wilson with new insight. “Dr. Wilson.” she said in Latin, “I am quite as sane as you are.”

“Did you just speak to me in Latin?”

“Yes.”

“But you can’t even speak English.”

“I am a clergyman’s daughter.” she said in passable Latin, “and reasonably well educated.” she added in Greek. “Since childhood.” she continued, reverting to Latin, “I have had a speech impediment which makes it difficult for me to express myself in my native tongue. However, I can sing in Italian or French, and speak Latin, Greek, and a bit of Hebrew and Icelandic, for those tongues, so foreign to me, apparently reside in portions of my psyche which do not share the impediment in my native speech.”

“Oh, God.” said Dr. Wilson. “And you were laughing. The melancholia is cured?”

“I think so, learned physician.”

“So the chair of Dr. Rush was an effective treatment, in spite of my doubts?” He was speaking Latin, now, and the watching inmates of the asylum were completely perplexed.

“No, the chair is an abomination. The cure came from my sister inmates, all, supposedly insane. The order of commitment, it said I suffered from hysteria, did it not?”

“Yes.”

“And ‘hysteria’, from the Greek, is a state of mental aberration attributed to the female organ, the womb.”

“Yes, that is the commonly held hypothesis.”

“These women, by making me ride the horse, as they put it, must have adjusted my womb, and cured my melancholy, for I felt a euphoria such as I have never before experienced, and you heard me laugh. As further evidence, I believe a quantity of fluid exuded from my female orifice. Perhaps a congestion of the womb, and an impounding of natural fluids, was, in fact, the cause of my condition.”

“Amazing. Please come with me, Mrs. Marlow. We must inform Dr. Aston.”

Some days later, Dr. Aston approached Anne. Anne was dressed in the same clothes as she had worn when she arrived at Aston Asylum, and she was housed in a cosy room in the central, administrative, portion of the building, a room with a feather bed and a cosy hearth. She had been working closely with Dr. Wilson, and they had repeatedly demonstrated that a new treatment, involving pressure and friction between the lower limbs, was, indeed, effective in adjusting the condition of the womb and raising the spirits of female patients. Further, they had shown that the clyster, irrigating the bowels, was misapplied. A stream of tepid water, applied instead to the regions of the forward orifice, was also effective in revitalizing a congested womb. Several women, not just Anne, testified to being able to feel the paroxysms of the womb and the releasing of fluids, with a resulting general improvement in temperament. “I have been in communication with your husband, and he says he does not want you released to his custody. In fact, he says you are not properly his wife. He is seeking an annulment, claiming you were never properly married and that, in any event, the marriage was never actually consummated and was therefore invalid. He intends, I gather, to remarry as soon as possible. He says, however, that the payments for your maintenance here will continue as long as your live, and he prays that we will keep you here.”

“I suppose I should call you Miss Jones.” said Dr. Wilson.

“Or Anne.” she noted.

“If you would consent, Miss Jones.” said Dr. Aston, “we would be pleased to have you remain here on our staff. I shall be retiring soon, and perhaps Matron, also. I’m sure Dr. Wilson would be pleased to have you as an assistant.”

“Yes, Miss Jones. Please stay. You have been invaluable to me.” Impulsively, he took her hand in his.

“Dr. Aston, Dr. Wilson.” she replied, in fluent Latin, “As a Christian, as one who strives to help the unfortunate, I shall be happy to stay here and assist you in your research.”

– The End –

Sophie slept fitfully but sleep she did, more from sheer exhaustion than from any wish of rest. Nonetheless when she finally started to wake properly and finally she was aware that someone else was nearby. She opened her eyes and focused on a woman, perhaps in her mid twenties, dressed in what was almost a traditional maid’s uniform. Almost because the girl’s wrists and ankles were bound in the sort of leather cuffs that she knew too well from her bondage games, although in this case there was no chains, just a simple ring on each one.

Just as she saw this and awoke fully then the pain surged over her and she felt the itchiness of the dried cum sticking to her head. Her half-hope that it had all been a dream was swept away in the recurrent surge of pain and humiliation.

The maid undid the chains that held Sophie in place but left the actual leather cuffs in place. Sophie moved and even movement caused her more agony.

“I have to get you cleaned up and presentable,” the maid said in an almost cruel and certainly uncaring way, “so stop laying there, get up and follow me.”

Sophie pulled herself up and stood alongside the bed. Every movement was agony in her branded and ripped ass. The whipping she could live with but her ass just burnt like fire. It was worse even than the pain of the branding. My God they had branded her. Tears welled in her eyes and she stood motionless. She was snapped back to reality by the flat of a hand across her wounded breasts.

Sophie screamed in shock more than pain and slowly and painfully followed the Maid from the room. Her hands felt back at the brand but she balked at actually tracing the mark as soon as she felt the intense pain of just touching the area. Walking along the cold stone floor for no more than a few yards Sophie was led into a large, no huge, bathroom.

At one end was a shower area with three heads, large enough for a small gym. One of the heads was already running and Sophie was ushered under it. The water was fairly cool and eased some of the pain she felt. The Maid washed Sophie’s wounds and whole body, surprisingly gentle even though Sophie couldn’t avoid crying a little.

Continuing her ministrations the Maid shaved Sophie’s pussy area and then told the girl to kneel down just outside the shower water. Sophie understood instinctively that her shaven head was to stay just like that and carefully the Maid shaved her totally and a smooth as her mons. Even her eyebrows were shaved off.

“This will be done every day, and twice if you are wanted at a Party.”

Sophie shuddered. A Party was what she guessed she had gone through last night.

A dressing was put over Sophie’s brand. It stung but was strangely soothing. And finally, or so Sophie thought anyway, she was gently towelled dry.

“One final thing, turn round, spread your legs and put your hands flat on the wall”

Sophie complied, in terror that she was about to be hurt again. Out of her sight she didn’t see the Maid uncover a butt plug and strap at least as big as the one that Sophie had been cruelly buggered with the night before. Nonetheless Sophie felt the urge to look round and began to turn her head.

“Stay looking at the wall.”

Sophie obeyed instantly and didn’t see the Maid put a large amount of lubricant on the plug. She didn’t see but she felt and screamed with all her might as it was roughly and brutally forced straight up her battered and abused hole in one swift movement. With a speed born of long practice a belt attached to the plug was fastened around Sophie’s waist.

“Why ?. Sophie wailed through her tears. “Why hurt me again?”

Tears rolled down her face but the Maid simply spun her around and attached another strap coming up between her legs at the front to the belt.

“No-one can get at your cunt with this on, of course, but then again they can still use your mouth and this is what they want. Guess they’ll take it off if they want your tight ass. Oh I forgot,it’s not going to be tight when you get used to this plug and the next sizes up.”

Sophie collapsed on the floor of the bathroom as the Maid locked the belt in place and left the room. Sophie tried standing but the pain of the plug was just too much and she stayed on the floor, weeping.

She didn’t know how long she lay there, not long she guessed, but she suddenly felt the toe of a boot kick her brand and she screamed as she became aware of a woman behind her. Sitting up she saw the Girl from last night standing over her. She was fully and fairly demurely dressed but was wearing long boots that disappeared below her knee-length skirt. She leaned down and fastened a broad leather collar around Sophie’s throat. It must have been some two inches wide and very solid as though it were steel, or lined with it, and Sophie felt her head pushed up.

A chain was attached to the front of the collar and unceremoniously the girl hauled Sophie onto her feet.

“Personally I would have attached the chain to one of the rings in your pretty little cunt lips, but everyone else was afraid that if you fell over it would simply tear out. I said it didn’t matter but luckily for you I was in a minority. So collar gets it.”

The girl was staring Sophie straight in the face. Her eyes were bright blue but cold and cruel. Sophie shuddered with the certain knowledge that the girl would actually have like to have torn a ring out through her lips.

“Why are you doing this?” Sophie started to ask but received a blow across the face from the Girl’s hand.

“SHUT UP. And next time I won’t be so gentle” the Girl spat back and hit Sophie again for the sheer joy of hearing her cry out.

Sophie was dragged behind the girl, stumbling along with the pain of the plug in her ass; every movement rubbed against her bleeding hole. She followed up the stairs into the entrance hall and then through a door into what was obviously the library with rows of leather bound books and large comfy looking leather chairs.

The girl led Sophie between the two large leather armchairs, which stood either side of the empty fireplace. Both were occupied, the man on the left she knew from last night, the other she didn’t recognize but that meant little; she had seen too little of too many men last night.

The girl bent and gave a long deep kiss to the lips of the man Sophie knew, the one who was obviously in charge here.

“Thank you Helen. Take a seat.”

The girl sat in another chair a little across the room. The unknown man turned Sophie so that he could see her ass. He ran his fingers along the whip marks and weals causing Sophie to whimper a little. Unexpectedly he pushed at the butt plug through the belt, Sophie cried out.”

“It’s two and half inch diameter and eight inches long, very uncomfortable but necessary if she is to be fully stretched as you asked. It was the man that tore her ass last night but no matter it will heal, and the one advantage is that as it heals it helps the stretching.”

“I want it bigger.”

Sophie’s mind panicked. Bigger. It was already two and a half inches.

“Don’t worry. You were very precise with your instructions. It will take a little while but this is just the small one. I have them up to slightly larger size than you specified, but she’ll be all that you ordered.”

Unbidden tears rolled down Sophie’s cheeks at the mere thought.

“Why don’t you tell her, Charles? Tell her what we are going to do.”

So that was his name, Charles. But who was he and what was going on? Sophie was so close to asking, to pleading but she knew that it would be pointless and simply get her more pain than she was already suffering.

“Mmmm. Perhaps you are right…Slut you are being trained to be the complete sex slave, with one little alteration of my own. Your little tight ass hole will not be little or tight any more. It will be stretched to the point where I can fist it easily, maybe even to getting both fists in there. Just a whim, you understand.”

“During your training you will be whipped regularly and used at a number of parties in any way that we choose. Your brand is a mark of your slave status, as is your shaven body and head. You will not again be allowed to grow any hair either on your cunt or your head. When I get bored with you of course I don’t care what you do.”

“Will she be at tomorrow’s party?” Charles was addressing the man.

“Yes but she’s a bit bruised. I’d like to see her stretched a bit more before she serves, so my intention was that she be used as one of the toilets. You approve Charles?”

“Excellent idea. Now I think I’d like to hear her scream so, with your permission, I will have her whipped until she passes out”.

The man laughed and simply replied, “As you wish.” and motioned Helen to attach Sophie.

Sophie’s arms were pulled up and spread apart and then attached to rings set in the ceiling. Her ankles were likewise pulled wide and attached to similar rings in the floor so that she was spread like an X. Sophie was already crying with pain as her legs were pulled apart and the pain in her ass became more intense.

“Actually, like this I think we could get a bigger one in already. Sophie !”

“Yes father, of course.”

Father. My god, this place was worse than she thought&!

“You will see Charles in just a moment how stretched she already is and how, err, accommodating she can already be.”

Sophie returned a few moments later with an identical belt to the one that Sophie was already wearing but this had an even larger plug. She took pleasure in showing it to Sophie.

“Three and a half inches. You’re so willing I thought that we’d skip the three inch one.”

“Oh, and no lubrication to get it in. Charles wants to hear you scream let’s give him a show shall we?”

Sophie felt the belt undone but had her eyes tightly closed. She couldn’t watch her own humiliation and pain any longer. What she couldn’t deny was the wetness forming in her at this total degradation, at the pain, but also at the thought of being a total sex slave with an ass stretched to an unbelievable size.

Helen pulled the plug out in one swift movement. It didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as Sophie expected. They were right. Her ass was already stretching. But as she relaxed she felt the tip of the new plus against her and she knew this would not be as good. Helen pushed as Sophie let out a blood-curdling scream but although the plug forced Sophie’s ass open without lubrication it did not seem it would go in.

Helen stepped back. The plug stayed in, but barely two inches of its eight was inside Sophie’s ass. Helen pulled it out roughly.

“Back in a moment.” she said to the others who stood calmly watching the whole thing.

She returned after literally a few moments and stepped straight behind Sophie, who couldn’t see the croquet mallet she held. Sophie screamed again as the plug’s tip was again forced in but when Helen hit the plug with the end of the mallet it went home in one swift unbelievably painful movement. Sophie screamed and passed out.

The two men congratulated Helen as she fastened the belt around Sophie, whose ass was again bleeding.

“God that made me horny. Pity she’s unconscious.”

“I’m not and I’m here, ” said Helen mischievously. “Although you can only have either my mouth or ass. Which seems right. Two men, two holes.”

Both men laughed as Helen removed her clothes and swiftly stood naked except for her boots in front of them.

When Sophie came round some moments later she could see Helen in front of her with Charles’s prick in her mouth and her own father in her ass. Sophie wanted to be sick but admitted to the fascination of the sex taking place in front of her.

Both men climaxed soon after Sophie came round, but what happened next Sophie did not expect. Helen moved to Sophie and, forcing her mouth open, spat Charles’ cum into it. She then scooped the cum dripping from her ass and fed that to Sophie too.

To her own surprise Sophie swallowed greedily and felt proud of the pain that was in her ass. Three and a half inches, that’s enough to make any woman proud, surely.

“I think I’ll rest a bit and come and whip her later, before the party.” It was Charles. “She okay there”.

“I think so.” replied Helen. “I suppose she can sit down if she gets tired. Oh no. She can’t sit with your plug up her ass, Charles.”

The three were laughing as they left the room and Sophie, wondering how much further into this she could go before they killed her. But why did she feel the pride and the excitement that she did? She didn’t understand herself any more. Some part of her deep inside was enjoying this.

– To Be Continued –

He was her Master, her Lord. That had been together two years and in that time she had become a total slut for Him and she knew it; but only a slut for Him. To everyone else she was still prim and proper. Only He knew how well trained she had become, and how she carried his initials tattooed just above her slit where the hair would have been if she hadn’t shaved there regularly.

There was little that he hadn’t used her for or done to her. He used all of her holes regularly, and had systematically stretched her ass so that it accommodated him easily now, as well as the hundred and one toys he used on her there. Both nipples had been pierced as had both labia lips. She kept herself fit and supple with a daily work out at the Gym. She no longer had or needed any other work. She actually enjoyed some of the shocked looks she got in the showers when some of the other members saw her piercings, although she was always a little more careful when she had been particularly viciously whipped for some misdemeanor. She lay on the bed thinking about all of their “fun.” She still hated her mouth being used as a toilet but He wanted it and she complied willingly if without pleasure. In all that time he had never shared her or given her to anyone else and her only dark fantasy not fulfilled was to be taken by two or more men, she just wondered what it would have been like.

Now He had been out of their home all day without saying a word, leaving only instructions that she was to shower, ensure she was freshly shaved and remain naked. No clues to her, but she was a fuck toy and deserved none.

The phone rang. It was Him.

“Be ready in 40 minutes. We’re going out. Put on stockings & suspenders, the white lacy underwear we bought last week, a low-cut white cotton loose blouse, and one of the short black leather skirts. Tarty make-up.”

He hung up. No pleasantries. No conversation. She looked at her watch, 7:42. Plenty of time but she hurried to comply with his instructions anyway. No way was she going to even risk being late.

Twenty-five minutes later the phone rang again. She was already prepared.

“Delayed! Grab a taxi and meet me at Keltos Manor on the Tattershall Road. Tell the security guard you are Sophie and he’ll let you in.” Click.

No further explanation again. She knew Keltos Manor. It was a large stone eighteenth century building on its own grounds. She knew he had some interesting contacts but she didn’t know about this one.

The taxi driver knew the Manor, but then again everyone did. He stopped at the gate and buzzed the entry phone.

“Taxi with, What’s your name?”

“Sophie.”

“Sophie.” he said to the intercom and the electric gates swung open.

The taxi dropped her in front of the impressive portico and she saw that the main door stood slightly open in the summer warmth. She paid the driver and watched him leave down the drive as she walked up the steps and in through the door. After all, she knew she was expected and just assumed that this was another of those parties.

The entrance lobby was warm and brightly lit but with no one around. She stopped. She could hear voices through a door to her left. She walked across, her heels clapping on the marble floor, and opened the large polished door and walked in confidently. After all, she was expected or they would not have opened the gate!

She looked around as every eye in the room turned towards her. There were no women, just men, maybe ten, maybe fifteen, and she saw that there were more in the adjacent room, which led off at the far end. All were in dinner jackets and ties. The room was luxurious, sofas, tables and pictures on the walls. The fact that there were no women concerned her but more concerning was the fact that she couldn’t see Him.

“Ten minutes late, hmm.” It was an elegant and sophisticated man who appeared to be in the most important seat; an assessment she made when everyone deferred to his comment.

He walked towards her and without any foreplay put his hand straight under her skirt and onto her sex. She stepped back in some surprise but did so straight into another man who grabbed the rounded cheeks of her ass.

“What do you think you are doing?”

The back of a hand slapped her across the face and a voice barked “Shut Up!”

She felt a small trickle of blood from her lip and her training snapped into place as she slipped into Sub mode.

Hands dragged her across to the middle of the room and she saw that there was no way she was going anywhere that these men didn’t allow her to. She saw now that there were more men and also three women coming through from the other room. She guessed the total numbers at maybe thirty. WHERE WAS HE? The panic was turning her stomach into a knotted mess.

“Give us a dance and a strip.”

She didn’t move, but just stared dumbfounded.

Out of nowhere a bullwhip snapped across her back, it tore through her blouse and bit into her skin. She screamed as much out of shock as out of pain, and then it hit her again. No one said anything but she heard some laughter; most noticeably one female voice.

She started to move in the way that she knew He liked. Seductively peeling off her clothes until she was dancing naked except for the stockings and her heels.

“Warm yourself up now; stick a finger up your cunt.” Laughter! The sound of the crack of the whip persuaded her.

She sat backwards onto one of the sofas, lifted her legs high and slipped a finger into herself.

“She looks wet already.” said a voice as another middle-aged man walked over to her and pulled her finger away.

With no further preparation he pushed three fingers up her. She winced in pain; then another and then he was trying to fist her! He had tried this once but decided that he liked her tight and so had given up. Now a total stranger was trying. The pain was intense and as she tried to pull away hands pinioned her down and grabbed at her ankles, pulling her legs painfully apart.

She screamed and felt the hot tears well up in her eyes.

But then she felt the hand withdraw and before the mist cleared from her eyes she knew she was being raped. The man pushed into her, no preparation and not slowly, suddenly, instantly all the way in. She felt him cum and the felt another take his place.

“No, Please!” she begged. “Please Noooo.”

She was turned over and her arms pinned down outspread along the back of the sofa. Her legs were pulled apart again and more hands held them. Another man pummelled into her wet sex, but she felt him pull out before he had cum. Then another and then another. She was crying now. Her sex was already sore and she knew that only six or seven men had used her so far!

A glass was put

– to be continue –

We meet at a dance club. I am wearing a short tight skirt with my thin white blouse. Underneath I have on my favorite set of lavender lace panties and bra. Karina can see my bra through my top. She is wearing a tight black leather skirt, black silk top, and black stockings with black leather boots. Everyone can clearly see her red lace bra. I think she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seem.

We order some drinks and while we are waiting some guys come up and ask us to dance. Karina very firmly tells them that, “She belongs to me tonight.” My panties are starting to get damp as I am already falling under her spell.

She takes my hand and pulls me on to the dance floor. We dance together and I marvel at how sensually she dances. After several fast dances they start a slow one and she roughly pulls me into her arms. Her hands caress my back and then move to my ass. She grinds her pussy into mine. Then she pulls my head close to her and kisses me. I feel her lips pressed against mine, then I feel her tongue against my lips. I open my mouth slightly and feel her passionate kiss just sear through me. Her incredibly beautiful, soft lips against mine. This is the most erotic kiss I have ever had. My nipples are so hard that they ache and I can feel my juices soaking through my panties and running down my legs wetting the tops of my stockings. All I can think about now is having her red lips sucking at my breast. My hands move up the side of her soft body and start to caress her breasts as if they have a mind of their own. Everyone around us has stopped dancing and are just watching us. I don’t care what anyone thinks and I just enjoy having her take control of my body. I break my lips from hers and I softly ask “Can we leave now?” Because I now know for sure that for the first time in my life that I want to press my lips to a woman’s pussy and savor her juices!

Karina laughs and says “You are so pretty when you beg.” Then says “Yes, it’s time to go, for it’s time for you to eat your first pussy. Mine!”

She grabs my hand and pulls me from the dance floor to our table. We gather our things and start to leave. Two more guys come up and say that it looks like we need a couple of men right now. She laughs says “That pussy belongs to me from now on and there will never be another dick in it again.”

I almost pass out right then as I have an orgasm standing there. She heads for the door still holding my hand and I stumble after her. My legs are so weak after coming standing up, that I have trouble keeping up but she just keeps going. She leads me to her car and tells me that we are going to her apartment.

At her car she pushes me up against the car and tells me to take off my panties. I start to look around and she softly slaps my face and tells me that I must obey her immediately. I start shaking as I pull my skirt up. I have difficultly doing this with this skirt as it is so tight. Karina sternly says “I mean NOW!” I almost rip it but got my skirt up and started pushing my panties down my legs. They are so wet that the crotch has slipped up into my slit and was sticking to my clit. I work them over my hips and down my legs. They slip to the ground and as I bend over to pick them up, she grabs my head and pulls it to her crotch. Karina says “Take a deep breath and smell my fragrance.” I breathe deeply and my mouth starts to water at the smell of her scent. She releases me and I slowly straighten up. She looks me in the eyes and firmly says “Take off your bra.”

This time I do not hesitate but unbutton my blouse while looking into her eyes. I feel that I could drown in them. I slip my top off and she takes it from my hand. Then I unfasten the front clasp on the bra and let my beasts fall free. My nipples harden even more when they become exposed to the cool night air. My hands unconsciously reach up to cover them and she smacks my hands. I silently hand her my bra and she passes me my blouse. I slip it on and start to button it then she states “Just tie it.” I do as she says and just tie the ends. Karina orders “Get in the car.” We ride together in her car, in silence. Her fingers rest on my thigh as she drive, lightly caressing my trembling flesh.

At the front door she stops before opening it to kiss me lightly, and tells me “You look beautiful with the light of a full moon shining on your face.” I tell her “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.” With that said, she opens the door and leads me inside her apartment. We go into her bedroom and I sit on the bed as she goes into the kitchen to get us something to drink. Karina walks back into the room with two glasses of wine, sets them on the table and sits next to me on the bed.

Karina stares into my eyes as her fingers lightly stroke my knee and thigh. Suddenly out of nowhere she holds up my panties to her nose and sniffs them. She places them under my nose and tells me to smell them. I breathe in the scent of my sex. Karina smiles and states, “I am the reason that they smell so sweet.” She drops the panties and pulls my head to her and again our lips meet. She kisses me hard, her tongue diving through my lips seeking out mine. My hands shake as I slowly reach out and run them excitedly over her body, slip them under her shirt, drifting towards her breasts. Her fingers push my skirt up around my waist and for the first time she makes contact with my pussy. We continue to kiss on the bed, then Karina says “Remove the rest of your clothes.”

Within seconds I am standing there naked in front of her. I force myself not to cover myself with my hands. Karina sits there and looks at me. She tells “Slowly turn around. I want to see your ass.” I blush, but do as she commands. She stands up and orders “Undress me!” My hands tremble as they unbutton her blouse and slip it off her shoulders. My fingers lightly caress her skin as I lower it down her arms. As I reach around to unclasp her bra my breasts rub against hers. The lace of her bra feels rough on my nipples. I slip the bra off her shoulders and expose her gorgeous breasts. I marvel at their beauty. I then kneel down and unzip her leather boots. I smell the combination of sweat and leather. The aroma causes my pussy juices to leak onto the floor. I then reach up and slip my hands under her skirt to pull her stockings down. I caress her soft legs as I remove them. I unzip her skirt and lower it to the floor. I find myself staring at her cunt.

She wasn’t wearing panties. Her smell is filling the room. I look up into her face and she is smiling down at me. Karina tells me “This is where you belong, at my feet, naked.”

I stand up and lean towards her. She kisses me again and then moves from my mouth to my neck and ears and I moan out load. The smell of sex hangs in the air as we passionately kiss and fondle each other, our excitement ever rising.

She kisses her way down my body, stopping at my swollen nipples to bite and tease them. My hands move to her hair and I slowly stroked her head as she makes love to my breasts. She starts to move lower, and I moan my approval when she reaches my pussy. Her eyes are looking up at mine as she parts my lips and lowers her mouth to my wet, swollen cunt. I gasp when her tongue penetrates me and she devours me, trying to consume my every drop. I begin to quake and shudder until I explode in the most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced. I almost fall over, but steady myself.

My body still hypersensitive, she slowly stands up running her hands up my body and I shiver at her touch. She kisses me again, allowing me to taste myself on her lips.

Karina smiles and says, “It’s your turn to worship at my hot wet pussy.” She lies back onto the bed pulling me on top of her. My lips kiss her neck and slowly down to her breasts. I begin to kiss her nipples, biting them lightly causing her to moan softly. I kiss her breasts, learning as I go. My hands roam over her body while I sensually suck and kiss her hard nipples. She lets out a soft moan while her hands move to my head and lovingly caresses my head. I begin to kiss my way down her body, my tongue leaving a wet trail down her tummy. I stop momentarily at her navel before slipping between her legs and slowly kissing my way to her sweet wet sex. Her legs are spread wide and I study the folds before leaning in to kiss the tuft of hair just above it.

My fingers part her lips and I inhale her scent deeply. It is sweet and I love it. I have to taste her. My mouth descends on her pussy and my tongue slips inside.

She is sweet, sour and salty all at once and I lose myself in her wetness. My tongue is everywhere while I try to inhale every drop of her juices. Her hand runs through my hair directing me to her most sensitive places. When my tongue touches her clit she moans her ardent approval. I begin to concentrate on her clit, licking and sucking it into my mouth. My fingers slip inside her pumping furiously while I continue my assault on her clit. Her legs began to shake and shudder while I lick and suck her.

Karina begins to talk to me “Yes that’s it, come on lover make me come.” she commands. Spurred on by her words my free hand moves to her breasts while my mouth devours her cunt and my other hand slides in and out of her soft wet hole. Karina continues “Yes that’s it right there, oh yes, I’m close, oh yes right there.” she yells as her body begins to quiver and shake violently. She yells my name as she explodes in a fabulous release flooding my mouth with her nectar. I continue to lick the folds of her cunt avoiding her hypersensitive clit before I slowly kiss my way up her lovely body.

I press my body against her and kiss her on the lips again, sharing the taste of her delicious juices that I have just enjoyed. “Very good.” she tells me as I nuzzle at her breast.

Karina says “You are just what I have been looking for and that you now belong to me!”

“You are to move in with me immediately. You are no longer to have contact with your old friends and family without my approval first.”

I nod my head as I suck at her breasts. She shakes me and commands, “You will answer me.” I answer, “Yes I will do as you ask.” Karina shakes me again and orders “You have no say in the matter. And I am not asking. I am telling you. You will answer with ‘Yes Mistress.’ and you will never say no.”

I answer her with “Yes Mistress.”

I know that I have found my true self with her and am ready to do what ever she wants.

I fall asleep next to her with my mouth at her breast and feeling her caress me.

My life now has meaning!

– The End –

Sleen spent a hand, recuperating. Her lips and throat hurt. Worse yet, her ego had been bruised. The place she had in the world seemed tenuous. No longer an Amazonian warrior, she was reduced to kneeling before men and begging their favor. She still had enough pride to wear it around her in a dignified cloak, though she had no clothing.

Her Master came for her. Sleen had been sleeping in her kennel. He said very little as he had her removed from the cage. Being a tall girl, she naturally enjoyed looking about when she was moved. But he stifled her instinct to know where she was. The uncertainty would be a useful training device; a slave hood was placed over her head and laced in place.

Fear swept through her as darkness descended upon her. Two burly guards grabbed her arms and bound them behind her back as she struggled to free herself from the blinding darkness. Laughter, cold and ugly, chilled her heart as she sought freedom with a twist of her hips. A sharp slap landed on the side of her hooded face forcing her into a state of wary unrest. “Be still, cunt.” came the growl.

Sleen’s heart hammered in her chest as the blood rushed in her ears, deafening her. She shrank between the two large men. She shuffled on bare feet and gasped as a hand pinched a nipple cruelly. The nipple throbbed from the unexpected attack but she only heard laughter as she turned her head from side to side as she tried to hear through the muffling slave hood. For that, she received another cuff to the side of her head. “Slut.” The word was growled.

Tingles raced over her skin, making her overly aware of the air currents as they played across her skin. Every sense was painfully heightened as she fought to control that which she could not.

Her walk was not a long one and ended with her feet climbing a short set of stairs. Her hands were unbound and raised above her head and rebound to a thick wooden pole. It was smooth and smelled faintly of leather and feminine sex. Rough hands stroked her flesh. One cupped her breast and squeezed it painfully before rolling the nipple between thick callused fingers. The hood muffled her cries.

Her body squirmed as she felt the harsh fingers explore her flesh roughly. She was pushed and forced to kneel at the post until her back was stretched and her hips were displayed, pulled back until she was stretched out with her thighs spread and her ass in the air.

A boot nudged her knees farther apart until her thighs were splayed widely and her wet slit and asshole were exposed for view. Hard rough fingers stroked her cunt and rolled in the slick wetness; then pressed up against her ass, opening the virgin hole. “You are to be trained to take a mans shaft inside your ass. It will hurt.” He said with a chuckle. “Struggling will only make it hurt worse, slut.” Her body tightened at his cold words.

He withdrew his fingers and a moment later she felt a cold jelly smeared on her tight little hole. His finger followed and slid into her ass up to the knuckle. “Ahhh, there’s a girl, take it all. It’s not much, a small kindness really. This is likely all the warm up you are going to get.” He said, as he twisted that finger inside her ass, and stroked the inner walls of her rectum.

She tried to pull her knees together and found he’d placed a block of wood between them. She moaned her dismay and heard his chuckle in response. His thick finger entered her rectum and was followed by a second. He took his time in reaming out her ass and as she moaned, squirming to the new sensations, his fingers pumped in and out of her body.

The first thrust had made her tighten to reject the foreign object but he paid no attention to her soon to be used orifice and continued working on her asshole. He dug his finger in the lubricating jelly and pushed a cold dollop of it inside her ass and she squirmed again.

“Stupid slut.” He said with a snort. “Doesn’t even know what’s good for her.” He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on her cunt. He took perverse pleasure in circling her clit but was careful never to touch it. He was enjoying the view and the sinuous slide of her hips as she tried to capture his fingers. He slapped her cunt and then got up.

“Well whore, it’s up to you now. Lets see if your asshole will make me some coin.” He chuckled darkly. “Did I mention that you are on display in the courtyard? Any stranger, with the coin, can have at your ass. If you earn me less than a days wages, you of course, will regret it.”

With that said and a friendly slap to her ass he walked off. She was left alone to think on her predicament. She pulled on her arms, trying to gain her freedom when a dark voice, only half remembered, spoke to her.

“Well, well, well, little slut. We meet again, and you offer me your ass this time? How inviting!”

The tone was unmistakable and she could see the glittering blade in her minds eye. Her body trembled in fear as she listened to him as best as she could through the slave hood. She was hot, her face was sweaty and made her hair stick to her face beneath the hood. She was certain she would pass out.

“The sign above you says, “Train My Asshole, Please. Two copper pennies.” He read, amused. Coins jangled and were dropped in a box above her head. She shivered as both coins were lost in the box above her. She was about to be raped by the man she feared the most. The killer.

It could have been the fear, or even the slave hood; but her pussy was wet and it glistened, eager for use. She could vaguely hear him behind her and try as she might, her helpless body was his for the taking, the only thing she could hope for was mercy from this man.

Sleen felt him test her lubricated asshole with his fingers and then, what she assumed was the head of his cock, pressed into her ass. She moaned softly as the pressure increased and it was forced in. It was hard, rigid, and weighted.

He moved and when next she heard him, he was at her ear and he murmured. “Tell me slut, do you like knives in your ass? How does mine feel?” The knife handle pumped in and out of her ass slowly. She squirmed helplessly, a whore bound for the pleasures of men; in whatever form they wanted.

“That’s it slut.” He said. “Fuck my blade well. Or I will be forced to slit you open and make your asshole ready for my cock.”

She believed every word he uttered and as the threat spilled from his lips, her bladder released, splattering the wooden block between her knees and the block she was set up on with golden fluid.

Her fear was met with laughter and the hilt was removed. Sleen could only tremble as her mind was brutally raped. Her descent into complete submission sank to a new low as she waited for her what she thought would be her certain death.

The silence stretched on for so long she began to wonder if he had simply left her, content to terrify her and make her wet herself. As she moved to find a more comfortable position, she felt the bite of the blade on an inner thigh and she screamed a terrified wail into the hood that blinded her. Dark laughter swallowed her as she gave in to the fear and humiliation.

Gloved hands parted her already opened ass-cheeks and the soft rounded head of his warm cock was felt at her back door. She moaned into her hood as the relentless pressure continued to push into her. She was helpless to retreat from the assault.

When the head finally pushed thru the first two rings of her sphincter she gasped in pain. Her brown-eye throbbed with the forced entry. Every muscle in her body was tightened and she could hardly breathe. He was enormous. His cock felt like it was splitting her asunder and she had no choice in the matter.

He grunted once after entering her and then sighed as the overwhelming tightness of her ass closed about his fuck pole. He turned his palms down on her ass to support himself and lifted some as he leaned on his cock and it began its inevitable descent into her virgin body cavity.

Each fat inch of his cock sank into her bowels and she moaned in agony. The pain was nearly overwhelming. Once the full length of his cock was sheathed in her ass he stopped. She was gasping for air and a way to manage the pain. He shifted behind her and a biting pain was felt on her right nipple. With a scream and a lunge back she sought to be freed of the pain.

Her nipple was clamped and a weight dangled from it to sway with each sharp movement of hers. The lunge itself completed the depth of his thrust and he pulled himself almost out of her ass before she screamed with his next thrust. The pain of her nipple outweighed the pain that was receding in her ass, and when he thrust in again she moaned.

His hands braced on her ass as he lifted himself up and pistoned into her ass with quick short thrusts. The pain had slowly turned to pleasure and when he began to slam-fuck her asshole, her moans turned to heated cries of pleasure.

The speed of his slamming thrusts increased until the smack of sweaty skin could be heard halfway across the courtyard. His grunts matched her moans. He looked down to watch the thick length of his cock disappear into her tight asshole.

She groaned as she felt his cock thicken and the thrusts become more savage. Sleen’s body was no longer her own and it jerked with each thrust. He took a moment to wrap his enormous hands around her waist and then jerked her body onto his. The feel of his complete dominion over the very flesh she lived in made her relax into his grip and she became the fuck toy of men. Wholly helpless in her desire to be owned she yielded to her own needs and began to cum.

Her abused asshole clenched on his cock as she suffered the first of several small orgasms. The thick feel of his cock in her ass intensified and then without warning, he exploded in her rectum. She could feel each pulsing throb as he jerked into her body, depositing the slick seed deep within her waiting orifice.

She hung limply from her bonds as she languished in the thrilling ride of her orgasm. It didn’t last long. The clip was removed and her nipple freed from its forgotten restraint. She jumped and he thrust into her one last time.

Spent, he left the newly awakened whore to her destiny. Men were already lined up to be the next to use the freshly opened animal and as he walked away he heard her saying; “Thank you Master. Thank you for teaching this girl.”

By the end of the afternoon, Sleen’s ass was filled with more than a dozen deposits and cum ran from her ass between her legs to splatter on the ground between them.

Sleen was learning.

– To Be Continued –

Slowly my senses reawakened. I must have passed out for some reason. I tried to shake the cobwebs from my mind. I opened my eyes and it was pitch black. Suddenly I became aware of my pussy being on fire. I could feel something pounding deeply into me. I felt my pussy juices running out of me and down my legs. Someone was fucking me!

Oh God it felt so good. My pussy was stretched bigger than I could ever remember. I could hear groans, grunts and moaning. I could hear and feel the man’s balls slapping against my thighs. I realized that the moaning was from me and the grunts and groans were from the man fucking me.

As my eyes adjusted to the dark I realized that I was on my knees and my stomach was resting on something so that the man was fucking me doggie style. I went to move my hands I found that I couldn’t. They seemed to be fastened to the floor. I arched my back and lifted my head but could only move it a few inches. I could feel something was wrapped around my neck and as I focused my eyes harder, I saw that there was a leash or cord going from my neck to the floor.

Even as I became aware of this I could feel myself thrusting my ass backwards to meet the powerful thrust of the man as he continued to pound his cock into my overflowing pussy. I felt myself approaching an orgasm as I felt his cock stretch and reach deep into my pussy. I whispered, “Harder, harder fuck me harder.” The man responded, “So you are awake again. Do you like my cock Bitch?”

“Yes, oh yes. You’re so fucking huge. Please fuck me harder. I’m so close.” I replied. “You better hurry slut, because I going to fill your cunt any second now.” was his answer. I felt him start to plow faster into me and I met each thrust with a return thrust so hard that I could feel our bones hitting together. This took me over the top and my pussy started to pulse and spasm. I strained and tightened my pussy as tight as I could around his cock.

He yelled out, “Take it you cunt. Take all my cum.” I felt him tense as his cock started to fill my pussy with his hot cum. I tensed my back and tried to raise my head, straining at the leash as I felt my climax start. “Uuurrgg, Ohhhh, Gooddd I’mmm cummmingg.” I yelled.

I felt the heat from his hot cum filling every bit of my pussy, being forced out around his cock. My own cum mixed with his, the mixture dripping from my pussy lips. Splattering onto my legs and coating the floor as I bucked and shook. I felt him collapse onto my back as I came down from my powerful orgasm, still experiencing mini orgasms as his weight crushed down on me and his softening cock slipped from my now well-fucked pussy. Like a dam breaking our combined cum flooded out of me, running down my legs. I shook every few seconds as I savored the overloading sensations I had just experienced.

My head hung down almost to the floor as I panted for air. Sweat ran like a river off of my body. “Did you enjoy that cunt?” the man asked me. “Please you’re crushing me. I can’t breathe.” I answered. “Answer me, BITCH!” he yelled as he reached around and pinched both my nipples hard.

“Yes, I enjoyed it.” I yelled in pain.

He pulled and pinched my nipples more as he laughed. “Of course you did you fucking slut. In a little while you’ll get to feel my cock fuck your ass.” Even as I moaned with pain from his torturing my nipples, I could feel my pussy quiver from both what he was doing to my nipples and the thought of his huge cock invading my ass.

He let go of my nipples. Then I felt him force something into my mouth. It felt like cloth. Before I could spit it out he took some tape and placed it over my mouth. He laughed and said, “Hope you enjoy sucking on your panties. I’ll be back in a while, Bitch!” With that I felt him get off of me. I could once again take full breaths. As I finally caught my breath, I thought that I felt the room move as I heard him move around. Then he walked past me and I could see him open a door. As light filled the room, I realized that I was in a RV of some sort. He shut the door after stepping out and the interior went dark again. I now knew where I was, but I now had to figure how I got here. And when I was going to be fucked again.

– The End –

I am not a bad person. I have told only a few lies in my life usually lies to save the hurt from other people. I live life honestly which means that sometimes I have to do without some of the things I desire. I love my husband and I don’t regret marrying him but he can’t satisfy me. He doesn’t even care to try so why should I feel bad that I had to go elsewhere to find a lover. I think all of this to myself as I am sitting in my car in front of the motel. I am trying to decide if I should go in or go home. I want so badly to go in and see him one last time, to feel him one last time. I am trying to justify my actions to myself so that I won’t have to feel so guilty. It isn’t about love, that much I know, it is about lust, pure and simple. I hardly even know this man that I have been fucking for the last month. I met him about a month ago while I was out running some errands.

I was in the supermarket doing the monthly shopping and I accidentally ran into a man while I was reading the back of a can of soup. Literally ran into him with my carriage. I was so embarrassed. After I made sure he was all right and after I proclaimed a thousand apologizes I went on with my shopping. When I left the store about an hour later it was pouring rain out. I ran to my car and put the groceries in the car as fast as I could. I got in behind the wheel of my car and turned the key to a dead car. “Shit!” I yelled to an empty car. I got out of the car again and lifted up the hood as if I knew what I was doing under there. I looked around for anything that looked broken but I didn’t even know what I was looking at. I knew how to fill the window wiper fluid and that was sadly it.

I was about to slam the hood of the car back down when I heard a man call out to me, “Ms., is there anything I can help you with?” It was the man I had run over in the grocery store. I explained my problem to him and he went in to take a look. While he was looking at the car I went back inside so that I could call my husband on the cell phone. I dialed the number for his work and I got his secretary Lisa. “Hi Lisa, it’s Jill can you please get Scott for me?” I asked her.

Lisa put me on hold for a second while she got my husband on the phone. “Hi honey what’s up?” my husband asked. I told him the situation with the car and I told him I had a man taking a look at it for me. He asked if I needed him to come and pick me up but I said no for now. I was still hoping that this man would be able to fix it. I said good bye to my husband and hung up. I got out of the car again and went to the front of the car to see it he had found anything. I listened to the possible reasons he listed off to me as to why this could be happening. I noticed his face for the first time, before when I ran him over I saw him but I was so upset with what I had done to him I really didn’t pay attention to his face. He had jet black hair, now incredibly soaked with the rain storm we were having, and light green eyes.

I couldn’t help but notice his lips too. They were very full and a very healthy shade of pink. He had a small, nicely shaped goatee on his chin and a trimmed mustache above his top lip. I felt my cheeks blushing and my body tingling just standing there with him talking about my car. I laughed a little bit louder than usual at his small attempts of humor. I felt like a jerk standing in the pouring ran with this man I didn’t even know laughing at his stupid joke that wasn’t even funny and the whole time feeling this wonderful wave of excitement just for being next to him. I called AAA and thanked the man for his help. I started to walk away to go back inside the store to wait for the tow truck. He came after me and offered to buy me a coffee while I waited. I gladly accepted so I would have a chance to spend more time with this handsome stranger.

When I went home that night I found myself laying in bed thinking about him again. Scott rolled over and started to rub my crotch gently over my underwear. I closed my eyes and imagined it was this man for whom I don’t even know his name. I moaned softly and pushed his hand harder into me to create more pressure. I felt his lips touch mine and I met his kiss with my own hungry kiss. I pushed him over on the bed and I sat up to straddle him. I reached down and tore off his t shirt. He looked at me with surprise and excitement. I tore off my own top and threw it on the floor. I sat there straddling his chest topless. I started rubbing my own breasts. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander while I touched myself letting my husband watch me. I massaged my nipples until they were hard and then I pulled on them roughly. I could feel the crotch of my underwear getting wet. I ground gently into my husbands groin letting him feel my wetness through the thin cloth of his boxers. He grabbed hold of my arms and pushed me down on the bed. He pulled off my underwear and spread my legs. He pulled his boxers down to his knees. He entered me quickly and finished just as quickly. He rolled off of me and lay there breathless. “Wow that was incredible, you are so hot.” he said to me between breaths. I just rolled over on my side of the bed and curled up under the covers. I tried to bring myself to think about my mystery lover instead of the disappointment sleeping next to me.

The next morning I stopped to get a cup of coffee before I headed to work. I stopped at this little coffee shop a couple of blocks away. I ordered a cup of black coffee and a bagel sandwich with bacon and egg. I sat there and read the newspaper while I waited for my order. I felt a hand touch my shoulder making me jump slightly. I looked up and my heart nearly fell out of my mouth, it was the man I went to sleep dreaming about last night. I smiled and said hi. He sat down next to me and we talked for a few minutes. My order was ready so I paid and started to leave the restaurant. I turned to him and said goodbye.

As I walked out the restaurant I could feel my own excitement radiating off of me. I turned back to him and I asked him to walk me to my car. He did without hesitation. We got outside and I said to him “I am going to be honest with you, I am married and I love my husband but I am incredibly attracted to you.” He looked at me for a minute and then kissed me on the lip very gently sliding his tongue between my lips letting it slide over my tongue. He pulled away. “I want you too.” he said to me. I took out my cell phone and I called work. I told them I wouldn’t be in today something came up. I told him to get in his car and drive to a place where we can be together. We pulled out of the parking lot with him being the leader. In my car driving to a place to make love to a stranger was the thought I tried to keep out of my mind instead trying to focus on his touch. After a few miles he pulled into this small motel and parked in front of the managers office. I parked a few rows down and watched for him to come out.

I sat there glad for the time to try and pull myself together. I was so nervous and yet still so turned on. I followed him to the room. As soon as the door shut we were on each other like animals ripping and tearing each others clothes off. Heavy breathing could be heard through passionate, hungry kisses. He pushed me down on the bed and entered me. I was so excited for him that I needed no foreplay to orgasm this time, I just needed him inside of me. He reached down and grabbed a hold of my nipples. He pumped faster and squeezed hard on my nipples as he came inside of me. I cried out in pain and excitement as I also reached orgasm. He pulled out of me and laid down next to me on the bed. I lay there breathless and amazed. I start to get up off the bed and he grabs hold of my wrist. “Where are you going?” he asks. I look down at him and tell him I should go. I start walking around the room collecting my clothes. Inside I feel this horrible guilt creeping up.

He gets off of the bed and comes to me. He lifts my chin up with his hand so he can look into my eyes, “Tell me what’s wrong.” he says. As I am starting to get dressed I tell him that I am married and that I just committed adultery so of course I feel incredibly guilty about having to go home and lie to my husband about my day. He asks me why I wanted this to happen in the first place if I was only going to regret it in the end. I had no answer for him. All I knew is that I was still very turned on by this man that I didn’t even know. “I think you needed to feel loved and appreciated. I think you needed to feel sexy.” he leans over and kisses my lips,

“I think you are sexy and beautiful. You shouldn’t feel guilty about having to fulfill a need that your husband can’t fill for you.” He kisses me again on the lips deeper this time sliding is tongue in to my mouth. He kisses me slowly exploring my mouth with his tongue, sliding his hands over my body. I feel my body come alive again. I don’t want to leave this room. I don’t want to leave this feeling. I surrender to it letting him have complete control of me. I let him slowly remove my clothes from my body again. I melt with every kiss and every caress on the most sensitive places on my body. I arch my chest up to his lips wanting him to kiss my nipples. He takes hold of my breast gently with his hand and licks around the nipple several times, at first he goes very slowly and increases speed with every turn around. Then when my nipple is very hard he takes it in his mouth like a piece of candy sucking it slow and steady. With his other hand he is massaging my other breast, flicking the nipple with his thumb. He lets go of my nipple and goes to my neck. He kisses very soft kisses along the base of my neck letting his tongue trail along with every touch of his lips.

He walks me over to the front of the bed and stands me in front of the mirror. He kisses all a round my neck until he is standing behind me. I watch him in the mirror as he kisses my neck and massages my breasts. I got more turned on than I ever imagined watching him touch my body. I watch as his hand slides down my body and between my legs. I spread my legs wider for him propping one leg up on the end of the bed giving him wider access. I lean back to kiss him on the lips as he runs his hand through my bush. My tongue enters his mouth as he slide three fingers into me. I gasp in pleasure as he begins fucking me with his fingers. I let my body rock with the motion as I watch his fingers slide into the hair and between the lips of my pussy. I grab my own nipples rolling them between my fingertips. He follows his kisses all the way down my back, running a tongue along my ass crack and to the bottom of my butt cheeks. He crawls around to the front of me and has me sit down on the bed. He kisses me on the lips again sliding his tongue over my bottom lip and nipping at my lips with his teeth.

Smiling at me as he asks me to lay back on the bed. I do as he asks and he guides me by lifting up my legs to the end of the mattress and spreading my legs open in front of him. He spreads my pussy lips open with his fingers and I feel a shot of hot electricity as he tongue touches my clit.. He lets his tongue do a little exploring before settling on my clit flicking it and sucking on it gently. I had never felt a sensation so intense before. I didn’t know how to handle the emotions inside of me. My hips started to buck up to meet his tongue. I reached down and ran my hands through his hair pushing his face down harder into my crotch. He sucked harder on my clit and slammed four fingers into my dripping hot pussy. I felt something inside of me explode and I felt dizzy, lightheaded all at the same time. I was making a sound that almost sounded like I was singing. He kept sucking on my clit long after the singing stopped. He stopped suddenly and came up to me on the bed, he brushed away the sweaty hair clung to my forehead and kissed me.

I tasted myself on his breath and I pull him hard to me. I kiss him deeply. I licked his lips with my tongue tasting myself all over his face. We kept kissing each other. I wrapped my legs around his waist and reached down between us. I wrapped my hand around his hard cock and guided it inside of me. He sat up and lifted my legs up so that my ankles were around his neck. He stated slamming into me hard and fast. I moved my hips to the rhythm of his fucking as we met he slammed into me harder.

He grabbed a hold of my hips and kept pounding into me. I had never been fucked with such intensity. He came hard inside of me but still kept up his rhythm until I came. We separated on the bed both tired and sweaty but satisfied. After a few minutes we got up off the bed. We didn’t say a word as we went through the room collecting our clothes. Once we were dressed I went to him and kissed him on the lips. He grabbed a hold of me and hugged me for a minute. He walked out together and he gave me his cell phone number. “Call me whenever you want me, no strings attached.” He kissed me on the cheek and walked to his car. I walked to my car and got inside. I sat there for a minute and then I opened my purse to find a hiding place for his number. Just before I put his number away in its spot I looked at it and realized for the first time since meeting this mystery man that I didn’t even know his name until this moment. On the piece of paper it said Paul and his number. I put it away and then I drove home.

Once I got home I immediately jumped into the shower so I could wash all of my days activities away. I got out of the shower I went into the bedroom to get clothes. I jumped with surprise when I saw Scott sitting on the bed waiting for me. “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me! What are you doing home so early?” I ask him. He gets up from the bed and walks towards me. “I called you a work today to see if you wanted to have lunch with me but they told me you weren’t in . They told me you called out sick today.”

He kept walking towards me until we were backed up against the wall. I tried to keep my cool while thinking of an explanation, “I decided on my way to work to take the day off so I just hung out and did some shopping.” I said looking him straight in the eye. “That’s what I figured, but I wish you had called me because I was worried about you when I heard you called out sick.” he said to me looking back at me and I saw a look creep into his eyes that made my heart hurt, I saw concern and I saw love. “I tried to call you a few times today and you didn’t answer. I was getting worried so I came home early.” he explained to me. I reached for him and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me and returned the hug squeezing alittle tighter than needed.

My eyes welled up with tears that he thought were love for him but inside I felt guiltier than ever. Instead of confessing my sins I went to him and took him in my arms again. We held each other for a long time. Finally after several minutes he pulled away from me and told me to get dressed. He told me to wear something really nice because he was taking me out to dinner someplace fancy tonight. I smiled and kissed him on the lips. He sat down on the bed while I went into the closet to find something to wear. He watched me closely as I got dressed. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and asked him why he was watching me? His reply was because he liked looking at my body and he liked watching me move. I looked down at his crotch and saw a pitched tent. He reached down and unzipped his pants “How about you suck me off before dinner?” He asked me with a pleading look on his face. I walked over to him and got down on my knees in front of him.

Right now I was feeling so guilty that I think he could of had pretty much anything he asked for. I took him in my mouth and sucked the same way he fucked me, hard and fast. He came quickly. I swallowed with a grimace, got up and went into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and rinsed with mouthwash. When I came out of the bathroom he was on his way out of the bedroom. He looked back at me and told me he would be waiting downstairs. I finished getting dressed deciding to put on my sexy black velvet dress and black heels. I redid my make up and hair. I went downstairs and Scott was just hanging up the phone. I asked him who he was talking to and he told me just the restaurant making reservations. I watched his face and I could always tell when my husband lied to me, this was one of those time. I let it go though and smiled as I walked towards the door. We went out that night and had a good time together. When we got home I was slightly buzzed from the wine. I let Scott take me to bed where we made love and I for the first time in a long time had an orgasm with him. I fell asleep in his arms and dreamt about Paul the whole night.

In the morning when I woke up Scott was already gone. I looked over at the alarm clock and saw that it was still really early. I got up and started getting ready for work. I called Scott on the cell phone to see where he was and it turned out he had an early morning meeting he was getting ready for. We bid our love for each other and hung up. I then called the other cell phone number I had been dying to call since yesterday afternoon, but I got a voice mail. I hung up without leaving a message. While I was driving to work my cell phone rang. I picked it up and looked at the number on the screen and my heart leaped up in my throat as I saw it was Paul’s cell phone number. I pressed the answer button and said hello. “Hey beautiful, how are you this morning?” the voice on the other end of the phone asked. I couldn’t help smiling like a fool “I feel great actually better than I have felt in a long time. You?’ I replied back. “I feel great too but I have this one problem..” he said, “I miss you very much.”

All I could manage to do was giggle like a teenaged girl. I felt like an idiot, but I couldn’t help it. “Meet me.” he said. I couldn’t meet him now I thought today I have to go to work. “No I can’t right now even though I really want to but I have to go to work today.” I said with great disappointment. Then I had an idea ” I have lunch from noon to 1:30pm today and there is a motel right down the street.” He loved that idea. So it was set and that is how it continues today. I look forward to coming here everyday. I love that we don’t know hardly anything about each other. I love the way he touches me and I definitely love having 2 or 3 orgasms every day before I go back to work but things have changed in the last few hours this day. I haven’t been feeling well so just on a chance I took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. Now the dilemma I am facing is whose is it? I never thought that would be a question I would need to ask myself.

Obviously I will tell my husband it is his because even though I like the non relationship Paul and I have I don’t love him, I lust him. So I sit here in my car deciding if I should even go in and feel what it is like to be a sexy satisfied woman one more time or just drive away and forget about him. As I am sitting there thinking of what to do there is a knock on the car window I look up startled to see Paul standing there looking at me. I roll down the window and tell him that I can’t stay today something has come up. “I’ll call you on your cell later.” I say to him as I start up my car. I drive out of the parking lot leaving him standing there watching me. As I am driving down the road my cell rings. I answer it and it is Paul. “I know something is wrong.” he said “I don’t pretend to know what it is but if you want to tell me I am listening.” I thank him but tell him that I am fine just that something came up today. “Ok well since that is the case there is something I want to talk to you about” he says to me his voice sounding lighter and happier now.

I listen to him speak with growing dread. “I just was thinking about you while I was waiting for you, well actually I think about you all the time.” he confesses “Well anyway I don’t know how you feel about me but I have fallen in love with over these past few weeks. That is why ….” I didn’t let him finish as I hung up the phone. I shut it off and throw it in the backseat. I wipe the tears from my cheeks as I drove home. I pull in my driveway a few minutes later and turn off the car. I sat there for a longtime crying. I cried because of the way I have disrespected my husband, I cried because in a different life I would of gladly accepted Paul’s love for me and I cried because I was pregnant with a child whose father I didn’t know. When at last I had no more tears left in me I pulled myself out of the car and went into the house.

A few minutes later Scott pulled into the driveway and I prepared myself for the news I was about to tell him. He came in the door and I waited for him to come into the kitchen. He walked in and saw me sitting at the table waiting for him. I said hi to him and asked him to come sit at the table with me. He did as I asked looking at me with questioning eyes.. He sits down and I take his hands in mine, look up at him and say “Honey I am pregnant.” I am waiting for him to be happy and hug me but instead he pulls away from me. I feel scared, his eyes are stranger than I have ever seen them. ” I have something to tell you too” he said quietly. He got up and went to his briefcase and pulled out a large envelope. He brought it over to the table and handed it to me. I opened it up and pulled out a doctors form. I began reading it and my heart nearly stopped as I read that my husband was infertile. I looked up at him shocked and speechless. “Look at the rest of the envelope” he said. I pulled out the rest of the papers and saw they were pictures. I scanned the pictures and threw them down on the table. A copy of a check fell out of the pile of pictures. I picked it up and saw that it was for one thousand dollars written out to a Paul Mcneil. I got up quickly and went to the sink. I wanted to throw up. My mind was spinning was to what I should say to my husband now. He came up behind me and started talking to me, “I found out I was infertile a month ago. I was devastated because I knew how much you wanted kids, how much we both want kids. I didn’t want to tell you, I was so ashamed. Then one day I was thinking and came up with an idea. We were in the park and I noticed how other men looked at you. I hired a man that I felt had promising qualities that I would like in our child. I hired him to seduce you and impregnate you. I didn’t think it was going to be as easy as it was but…” I no longer heard what he was saying. I looked up at him in total shock, my body had gone cold “You are lying.” I said in choked sobs that were threatening to take over.

“No honey, I swear to you I hired a man to fuck you and get you pregnant. I wanted to pass it off as my own child and never tell you but just now when you told me I suddenly hated you. I know that sounds crazy since I set you up but I guess I was hoping you wouldn’t fall for it.” I slapped him across the face hard as I could. Shock ran across his eyes. He grabbed my wrist and twisted it behind my back. “You want to be a fucking slut? You want to fuck every man that walks by you? I watched you with this man. I watched him fuck you every time.” he was yelling at me as he was pulling me up towards the stairs. I was trying to fight him but he grabbed a hold of my hair as he twisted my arm tighter causing me pain. I walked up the stairs listening to him yell at me. “You are such a fucking bitch. You fuck some other guy and have the balls to come home to me and lie in my face.

I really thought I could handle it but I think what killed it was you liked it to damn much!” He pushed me into the room. He pushed me away from him and ordered me to strip. I was crying really hard and I shook my head no. He slapped me across the face and yelled again for me to strip. “Take your fucking clothes off you nasty filthy fucking whore.” he screamed. I quickly took off my clothes and dropped them in a pile on the floor. I tried to cover myself up with my hands. He walked over to me and told me to shut the fuck up. I tried so hard to stop crying but I couldn’t. He slapped me again, hard making me spin around in a half circle. “Get on the bed.” he ordered in an angry voice. I got on the bed and laid down as he instructed me to. I had never seen him like this and I was scared of what else he might do. I laid on my back with hands and feet spread out. He quickly tied me very tightly to all four corners of the bed posts. I cried in pain of the ropes cutting into my skin and I cried in fear of my husband. I begged him to please let me go. He put a gag around my lips to prevent me from speaking anymore. I laid there on my very own bed defenseless. He walked in circles around the bed looking at me like a hungry wolf.

He reached down and grabbed a hold of my nipple and gave it a hard twist. My eyes widened in pain and tears continued to leak from my eyes. He started talking to me again. “You hurt me so I am going to give you alittle pay back. I know that part of this is my fault, I know that but I wasn’t thinking straight. I never imagined you would enjoy it so much. I know I am a bad lover. I know that….”he started getting hysterical and trailing off in his thoughts. He continued ranting and circling me as he removed his clothes. When he was finally naked he stopped circling me and stood right in front of me. He grabbed a hold of his cock and started stroking it. He laughed “I am going to show you the kind of lover I can be and you will be apologizing to me for the rest of your fucking life you stupid bitch.” He went to the end of the bed and untied my legs. He bent my legs up and he slapped a hand down against my pussy lips. He slapped hard and the pain of the slap rippled through my body. Craziness must have taken over because I was tied to a bed, gagged and threatened by my own husband but my pussy was soaking wet. He felt the wetness and laughed out loud. He slapped my pussy again and pinched the lips hard with his fingertips. “You fucking sick whore. You are fucking turned on by this?” he said without expecting a reply.

He lifted my legs up high and I could feel his cock pushing against my ass cheeks. With one of his hands he opened my cheeks and rammed his cock hard into my ass. I felt pain and cried out behind my gag. He laughed at me and started fucking my ass. “Does this turn you on bitch?” My eyes welled up with tears in the pain he was causing me but as he kept fucking I tried to relax as much as I could so my ass would open up for him. I felt myself open up wider and the pain stopped almost entirely. He was inside me grunting like an animal. He reached up and grabbed my tits again and squeezed both of them, pulling on them as he fucked me. The pain was extraordinary but something about it felt good too. He pulled his cock out of my ass suddenly and pushed it into my pussy. He fucked me hard slamming into my body. I looked up at him while he was inside of me, his eyes were closed and I heard him moaning softly. He grabbed my hips and squeezed the skin with his fists.

He squeezed tighter and tighter until I thought I was going to pass out. Finally I felt his body shudder and his grip released. He got off the bed and went around the bed and untied me. He grabbed me by the hair and lifted me off of the bed. He dragged me over to the closet. He reached in the closet and pulled out his black leather belt. I still had my gag on so I couldn’t scream but the fear of the pain I was about to feel terrified me. He pulled me over to the edge of the bed and pushed me down. He told me to get on my knees. I moved to slowly for him because he slapped the back of my leg with the belt. I moved quickly to get into position. I felt the first hard slap of leather against my skin and threw up. I had to pull my gag off with my hand or I would have choked on it. I heard dead silence behind me which was scarier than the laughing. Slap after slap of the leather belt against my ass with no sound coming out of him at all. I tried not to cry because I didn’t want to provoke him but finally when the pain became too much I started sobbing. No words were said by him as he pulled me up off of the bed and brought me into the bathroom.

He started a bath and lifted me into it. The warm water against my bruises stung badly and made me cry out. I couldn’t look at him as he sat next to the bathtub and washed me. When he was done he helped me out of the shower and dried me off. A trickle of blood ran down my leg and I didn’t know if it was from the anal fuck or the whipping I got. When I was free to go I walked away from him and went back into the bedroom. I wasn’t sure what had just happened. I don’t know if what my husband just did to me was rape or not. I felt dirty with the thought of it. I got a nightgown on and climbed into bed even though it was only 4 o’clock in the afternoon. I cried myself to sleep that afternoon. When I woke up later in the night he was sleeping next to me snoring softly. We never spoke of that day again.

We are still together and have a son who is 2yrs old. I never saw Paul again but I see small resemblances of him in my son. Since that one horrible day Scott and I have gone to counseling and grown much closer. I have never seen anymore evidence of that violence and insanity that I saw that day in my husband. We are also involved in sex therapy and our sex life has improved greatly. He has become the lover that I have been looking for all along.

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