I drove up to her home and honked the horn. She was waiting as she was told to do. This was to be a little weekend odyssey into her perceived need to be totally subjugated. She was wearing a long cloak to cover the fact that she was absolutely naked under that cover. She is such a hot slut and gets so excited that I instructed her to bring a towel to sit on so that she wouldn’t stain the upholstery.

She had her toy bag with her and as we took off I ordered her to don her cuffs, both wrist and ankle, and to buckle her slaves symbol around her neck. It was a spiked collar, rather like they use on fighting bull dogs. As we climbed into the hills I ordered her to unzip my trousers, take out my cock and to put her head in my lap and suck me. She is quite talented and driving along with the moon roof open and my cock being sweetly licked while she gently massaged my balls made for a delightful spring outing. My cup runneth over.

We arrived at the cabin. It was rustic but comfortable and quite isolated. The nearest neighbor was over a mile away and not the sociable sort. I had her remove the cloak and take our things into the house. The first order of business was for me to set the tone for our little tryst. I had her come out into the yard and I chained her arms around the oak tree. The bark abraded her skin nicely and would do even more when she began to twist about to escape the lash. I pulled her ankles around the tree trunk and fastened them with a short length of chain so that she was embracing the tree with her arms and legs as if it were her lover. I laid out the toys I intended to use on her.

First I excited and sensitized the skin of her back with the rabbit fur. Very nice. Then it was time for the paddle. Softly to begin with, then with increasing intensity, I spanked her ample ass until it glowed pink and warm. When she was well warmed up I switched to the supple cane. This is quite severe, and I used it slowly on her quivering ass cheeks. Each cut left a weal on her vulnerable white globes. Delicious! She began to whimper. This brought out the cruel streak in me and I laid on the stripes in measured sadistic strokes. She began to ask for mercy, which made me even hotter, so I intensified the delivery. Aaahh. How sweet! It was now time for the “Wasp.” This is a flogger with seven [for luck] thongs attached to a handle. The thongs are about the thickness of a thin pencil. They have been soaked in brine and are quite hard. Now it was time to give the rest of her body some attention. The front would be taken care of at another session, but now it was the rear part that was being dealt with.

I began at her shoulders, just below her neck. The swish of the thongs streaking through the cool mountain air was music to my ears, but struck terror into her heart. Stroke after stroke struck her naked helpless back. From the neck the lashes proceeded to crawl slowly down her flinching back flesh to her waist and then thudded into her cruelly cane striped ass, then on to the sweet spot where the thighs meet the buttocks and on down to the back of her knees. She was crying now and pleaded for my mercy. I asked her why I should stop when I was so enjoying myself, and asked if she could think of anything she might be able to do for me that would persuade me to switch the method of my enjoyment. We had played before, and she knew of a perverted pleasure of mine. I asked her what, and she sobbed out that she would be willing to fuck my asshole with her tongue. I renewed the flogging, beginning at the top of her shoulders again and asked, willing? She understood immediately and cried, “Please, please Master darling allow me to show you my total submission by fucking your lovely asshole with my adoring tongue! Well, who could resist such a heartfelt plea? After I thought about it as I continued to work the lashes back down to the hollow of her knees, I relented. I released her from the tree, took her inside, went to the bed, knelt on it with my ass high in the air and my chest and face resting on the pillow, and allowed her to fulfill her promise. Life is sweet, and this was only the beginning!

Later we had a couple of martinis, a couple of steaks and a good bottle of claret. I got naked [she still was] and settled into the bedroom. I had her put a porno flick on the VCR to pass the time and continue my mood. I piled pillows behind my head and back, then had her lie on the bed at a right angle to me, so that we could both watch the flick between my feet. She took my cock into her hot wet mouth and suckled on me like a new born calf, and gently massaged my balls. The flick was a good one and I had to make her slack off a couple of times to save cumming too soon. I tend to lose my edge for a while after I cum, and I wanted to save it ’till I was ready for sleep.

After the movie, I had her get out the long flexible asshole probe with the knob on the end. As I previously mentioned, I have a very sensitive anus and like it rimmed and probed. So I’m a pervert. I thought we already knew that. She got on her knees between my wide spread legs and I lifted my hips off the bed so that she had access to the sweet spot and she eased the knob past my puckering sphincter and commenced sucking my cock and polishing the knob of my cock with her talented tongue while gently squeezing her teeth at the ridge between the head and the shaft. She squeezed and pulled on my balls. The darling started to frig me deeper and deeper with the probe and increased the speed of her bobbing head. I felt the ejaculate boiling up inside me. Oh shit! This was great! Faster and faster, deeper and deeper and then I had a spine wrenching cum as I bucked and spasmed to the rhythm of her mouth. After calming down I took her in my arms and kissed, soothed and petted her, and told her what a wonderfully generous and loving slave she was. It was time now for sleep, so I put on one ankle cuff with a lock on it so that she couldn’t release it while I slept. I put the key in the other room after attaching a long chain to the leg of the bed and the cuff. She could go to the bathroom during the night if she needed to. She would sleep on the floor. She would not sleep well, but subs are edgier and easier to cower when they are not well rested, and this was after all her weekend of service, bondage and discipline which she so much needed.

Keeping my subbie at her demeaning degrading task for e few minutes, I relented and straightened my knees so that I collapsed face down on the bed. I ordered her to go to the bathroom to freshen up. After all, her ordeal hugging the giant Oak, and having performed nicely at the odious task of ass fucking me deeply with her tongue earned her a little respite.

I know she really doesn’t relish the latter task, but it is a necessary ritual to properly set it in her own mind that she is truly and thoroughly committed to being my slave. Don’t misunderstand this. She is my equal in every way. I know that, but she is a masochist and I am somewhat sadistic, [although more on that at another time] so this is what it takes to fulfill each of us. She may writhe in agony, but down deep inside of her soul, she wants and needs this. When she returned to the bed, I had her lie down against me at full length, and I kissed and cuddled her and told her what a good girl she had been and how much pleasure I had taken in torturing her.

We rested for a while and took some refreshment. She was of course still naked and had recurred herself after her shower so that she was ready for scene two of the first act. We went back out to the front under the oak and I looped a chain over a lower branch which I then clipped to her wrist cuffs. I had her pulled tight so that my darling was on her tippy toes. What a wonderful sight. So utterly vulnerable. I had access to any portion of her wantonly displayed body with which I chose to devote my attention. To begin, I took a long piece of soft rope and commenced to imprison her tits. Round and round with the rope, tightly winding it so that the globes began to distend and stand out firmly. Tying this off, it was now time for the Japanese clover clamps. Taking each nipple between my thumb and forefinger I carefully set the bite solidly on each side of the nipple so that they were fully and painfully gripped. She began to whimper. These Oriental devices are fiendishly effective. Now I connected a short small linked chain to each clamp, thus yoking them together. I gave the chain a nice upward tug and the poor dear tried to rise even higher on to her toes. On to some more fun, I attached a window sash weight to the titty chain which kept a lot of tension on her swollen breasts and throbbing nipples. I next took a long length of rope and wound it around her waist as tightly as I could manage. It squeezed her waist like a wasp waisted corset, but far more tightly.

She is a big woman and has a lot of extra flesh at her waist, so the rope practically disappeared into it. I fastened the spreader bar between her ankles so that she was hugely opened. Next I inserted a vibrating dildo into her pussy. It is a a large one. Then came the butt plug. I lubed it well and slowly forced it past her sphincter and deeply into her rectum. A simple bungee cord attached at the waist in back, run down between her legs and the crease of her ass, then up between the lips of her sopping pussy and attached to the front of her waist to the rope, assured that the dildo and butt plug could not be expelled. I just let her hang there like that until she began to tremble and her muscles were starting to cramp. She was now ready for a proper whipping. Poor thing. I almost felt sorry for her.

This time I used a flogger that she herself had purchased. It was softer and heavier than the “Wasp” but nicely crafted to sting madly, but not heavy enough to cause damage even when applied to her lower back over her kidneys. I worked first her entire back from neck to heels, the down each side of her body. She was pleading for mercy now. We had agreed to give up her privilege of a safe word, and I think she was regretting it now, but I continued her whipping. I finished with the front of her thighs, her stomach and her distended tits.

I was finished, but had to ease her out of her bondage. First I removed the bungee and she exploded out both toys. Then the waist rope, next the spreader bar, followed by unwinding rope binding her tits. She was still hanging by her wrists and after one last loving look at her, I snapped off the titty clamps. This was over the top, and she screamed from the sudden lightning-like pain that shot through her tender nipples. I unsnapped her cuffs from the chain and eased her onto the grass. My darling was completely exhausted, but off in her private place, floating in a sort of daze. I helped her back into the cabin and gave her a good stiff drink. This was a very contented lady, but as she knew, this was only the curtain at the conclusion of act one.

Something woke me. My cock was thick and warm. I opened my eyes to see my weekend slave licking and sucking it. What a nice way to start the day. I highly recommend it to all of you. We had a light breakfast, then I donned some shorts and a T-shirt for a walk in the woods. I had subbie put on her wrist cuffs and a pair of shoes, otherwise she continued in her nakedness. I brought along the “Wasp” and some double ended clips in case the spirit moved me to engage in a little sylvan fun and games. We had a leisurely stroll along the wooded pathway. It was warm and pleasant. We came to the stream that runs through the property and to the pool that formed when I put in a little dam to form a small swimming hole. I stripped and she doffed her sandals and we had a nice dip. It was fun stroking her slick smooth skin in the water like that. I played with her titties and pinched her nipples to make them hard. I enjoyed licking the water off of her breasts. I put two fingers into her pussy and tweaked her clit between my thumb and forefinger. She rode my fingers to a nice little cum. Got to keep my pet happy you know. We laid out in the sun ’till we dried off and continued our stroll. We came upon a willow grove. How fortuitous. Willow switches there for the taking. I simply had to take advantage of this find, so I fastened her cuffs to a nearby tree and broke off several willow switches. I made a small bundle of five of them and whipped her back and ass with them. Wow! They made lovely stripes on the sweet white flesh.

When I had given her a sufficient whipping, we started back to the cabin. When we arrived there was another car there. It belonged to a friend of mine who came up from time to time to fish for trout in the stream. I hoped he hadn’t brought along his girl friend since she was vanilla and wouldn’t have understood us perverts. As it happened, he was alone so there was no embarrassment. He was aware of my proclivities, so no explanation was necessary. When we entered the cabin, it occurred to me that I might enlist his assistance in further tormenting my subbie. I asked him if he would mind, and he readily and eagerly agreed.

As I have mentioned my girl was big and so I needed some assistance with her coming ordeal. I placed a a hassock under the ceiling beams and put two chains over them. I placed them about six feet apart. I put the ankle cuffs on my sub, had her lie on her back under the chains, and fastened each cuff to one of the chains. We then hoisted her legs up high toward the ceiling, made sure the chains were taut, then carefully eased the stool out from under her so that her shoulders were resting on the floor and partially supporting her in this inverted position without damaging her. Quite a bizarre sight.

There she was, widely splayed, upside down, with her hands cuffed behind her back. My friend was getting very hot from all of this. I told him that I wouldn’t send him fishing frustrated, to trust me. There was a nice pool of hot wax in the jar in which I had lit a candle before we left for our walk. Being a good boy scout, I was prepared. [“Be prepared” being the Boy Scout motto]. My darlings pussy was nicely open because of her widely spread legs, so she was ready for my waxing session. I carefully tipped the jar just enough so that a small stream of hot wax dribbled onto and inside of her open pussy. This brought some delicious screams from her.

After I coated her crotch area with the hot wax, I had my friend spread her ass cheeks nice and wide, and drizzled a stream in there too. It overflowed some and ran down her back. More screams and a lot of pleading for mercy. How sweet it is!! With what remained of the wax, I poured on to her nipples. They were in a wonderful position to be waxed too. I then got the flogger and methodically whisked the hardened wax from her pussy, ass and asshole with well placed cuts. This brought some additional anguish and tears. My friend helped me get her down and he was in a high state of rut as evidenced by the prominent bulge of his trousers. My darling was on her knees, wrists still cuffed behind her.

I told my friend that the time had come for his reward for assisting me. I told him to drop his pants, step out of his shorts and present his rampant cock to my subbie for relief. He didn’t hesitate a bit. He stood before her, grabbed the hair on each side of her head and thrust his cock deeply into her mouth. He was a little rough, but not too much so, so she handled it nicely. He fucked her face vigorously and very soon had a tremendous cum! My subbie couldn’t contain all his juice and some dribbled out of the sides of her flooded mouth and down over her chin. I sent my pal to go about the fishing he intended to do, and I released my well abused subby so that she could clean herself up and rest.

– The End –

She had been with her master for six months now. He had mentioned a number of times over the past month he would be doing something special to mark their six month anniversary.

He had told her they had an appointment at 12:00. She was to shower, shave as usual, and he had selected the clothes she was to wear. He had chosen a nice little outfit, short skirt, a tight little top and high heels. No underwear of course but no-one would know that. She was looking forward to the day as she dressed. She wondered what they would be doing, thinking he might be taking her somewhere nice for lunch. Maybe a bottle of wine, then back home to cuddle up in bed together and spend the afternoon making love.

He didn’t normally allow her the pleasure of being in his bed and making love. His usual treatment of her would be to have her naked at his feet to be treated as his pet dog. He liked nothing better than watching her cower as he brought his belt down hard across her arse, or seeing her splutter and gag as he put his cock in her mouth, laughing as he emptied his bladder into her mouth. But it was their six month anniversary and he had promised something special to mark the occasion.

They left home at 11.30, heading towards the city, then further north till they came to a small group of shops in a side street. She wasn’t sure where she was. There didn’t appear to be any restaurants nearby. “Come on my little slut.” I followed as my master hopped out of the car and walked a couple of doors down to a shop. I swallowed as I saw what type of shop it was – a Tattooist.

I knew better than to say anything as I followed him inside. But I hoped he wasn’t planning to give me a tattoo. I really didn’t like them on girls, and wondered how I could get out of this. Inside the shop a large biker type of guy was behind the counter, great big arms covered in tatts, bald head and long beard. He looked me up and down, focusing on my bare legs and short skirt. Smiling and nodding, he looked at my master, “So this is the girl you’d like your mark on. I think I’m going to enjoy this.”

I felt even more nervous after his comment. They had obviously discussed what they had in mind, and I wasn’t liking the sound of it. But I knew if I didn’t follow my master’s orders he would discard me and find a new slave and I didn’t want that.

“Through here.” The tattooist led us through a curtained doorway to a back room. A long narrow table was in the center of the room with a low stool at the end. The walls were covered in shelves, filled with a variety of evil looking instruments and different colored inks. On the table was a folder the tattooist picked up. “This is what I drew up after our conversation.” He took out some drawings, showing them to my master. I couldn’t see what was on them as the two of them discussed the different pages. After a few minutes of discussion, my master made his decision and placed on the table in front of me the drawing he had chosen. I felt a little bit of relief when I saw the result as it was quite small. Not much more than 1cm across, it was a small red circle outlined in blue. In the middle of the circle was the letter P also in blue. Obviously the ‘P’ representing Master Peter.

“I am having you marked so people will know you are my property.” My Master told me. “The tattoo is a semi permanent type which lasts 3 months. Therefore each 3 months you will be taken to a tattooist for a new mark. Now lie back on the table so we can see where to place my mark.”

The tattooist sat on the stool at the end of the table, and I was trying to push my skirt down as master pushed me back onto the table, knowing the tattooist would be able to see I wasn’t wearing any underwear. But my master slapped my hands away, and taking hold of my ankles, he pushed my legs to my chest, completely exposing my naked shaved pussy. I felt my face go red in complete embarrassment as the two men discussed the best position for my tattoo. Four hands pulling and prodding at my pussy lips, deciding how close to my labia my master’s mark was to be placed.

They finally agreed where to position the mark and the process began. I was ordered to lie completely still as I heard the whir of the tattoo machine turned on. I could feel the fat fingers of the tattooist as he pushed my labia aside to make a nice flat surface for his artwork. I could feel his hot breath between my legs as he leant over me, the pricking of the tattoo machine jabbing at my tender skin. Sometimes almost tickling more than hurting.

To my humiliation I began to become aroused as he worked. I could feel my cunt beginning to throb and I knew my juices were beginning to flow. I tried to think of something else to stop my arousal, but just then my Master twisted his hand through my hair. Pulling my head towards him, he unzipped his pants, and taking out his hard cock he began to fuck my mouth.

Moaning, I accepted his penis deep in my throat. I could feel my juices beginning to seep out now. The tattooist gave a deep laugh as he began to push his thick fingers inside me, still continuing with the tattoo with his other hand. The tattooist finished his work just as my master ejaculated his sperm down the back of my throat.

My legs were spread wide as the two men examined the mark of my master. I knew they would be able to see the glistening of my juices on my pussy lips as the looked at me. “It will only take a few days to completely heal. ” the tattooist said. “I suggest you use her back passage till then.” Someone’s fingers smeared the juices from my pussy down to my arse.

“We’d better pay you for your services and get going.” Master helped me up from the table, then smiling at me, he turned me round and pushed me forward across the table. Lifting my skirt, he spread my arse cheeks as I heard trousers being unzipped and the grunting of the tattooist as his hard fat cock was pushed into my arse.

– The End –

“You’re hot and wet, aren’t you, slut?” the message appeared on the screen.

“Yes, sir,” the woman typed, responding. She still wasn’t sure why she’d ever logged on to this particular chat room. She’d been doing it for months, and she still wasn’t sure why.

She was a happily married woman, after all. Her husband was loving and caring, as well as a good provider. Her one son was the joy of her life. And it wasn’t like she wasn’t getting enough sex, either. Her and her husband’s sex drives seemed a perfect match, and when they made love it was good.

But lately, something just seemed missing. She couldn’t put her finger on it. Then her girlfriend told her about this virtual place, and told her to check it out. “If nothing else,” she had said, “You’ll get a good laugh.”

She had logged on and selected a newbie area, telling everyone present that she knew absolutely nothing about BDSM, but was curious and wanted to learn. Everyone seemed friendly and pleasant. It was hard to imagine any of them standing over her with a whip in hand, prepared to beat her senseless.

Then he showed up. His screen name appeared in the “who’s on” list, and for some reason, it attracted her. A simple name, really. Free of the sexual terms and hidden innuendos that most had chosen for their screen names, it was just ‘LordRahl’. When she saw it, she smiled briefly, remembering the character from Goodkind’ series.

She had continued to talk with the others in the room, and after only a few minutes, noticed that LordRahl had sent her a personal message.

“I gather from watching your conversation that you’re new to the lifestyle,” he said. “If there are any questions you’d like answers to, feel free to ask. It is, after all, the main reason I created this newbie area, and set the rules such as they are.”

She blinked in surprise as she read his words, then glanced again at the ‘who’s on’ list. She hadn’t noticed the symbol next to his screen name indicating his status as admin for the chat room before.

“Thank you,” she replied simply, and before she knew it, the questions started rolling out of her fingertips and appearing on the screen.

Thus it began, and several months later she was still regularly logging on to this chat room, asking questions. She had even roleplayed out several scenes with him, her sex hot and wet and badly in need of release by the end of each of them. Until their first scene, she hadn’t realised how submissive she was. She hadn’t realised that anything was missing from her sex life. Now she knew and couldn’t stop herself from logging on to the chat room if she’d wanted to.

“Why are you so hot and wet, slut?” he sent, and she could almost hear the hidden mirth in his question. “Is it only because you’re a submissive little slut, and you know that I can give you what you need? Or is it because you know you’re doing something you shouldn’t be?”

She blinked in surprise at this question, for it hinted at knowledge that he shouldn’t have. “What do you mean, sir?” she typed, her fingers trembling as she did so.

“I had an interesting talk with a man the other day, slut,” the answer came back. “Who, interestingly enough, was logging on to the sight from the same IP address as you. This caught my attention. Apparently, you are married, and never bothered to mention it.”

The color drained from her face, and she suddenly felt cold, though it was the middle of summer. “I can explain, sir,” she typed quickly.

“No need, slut,” he replied, and she could almost hear him chuckling at his own computer. “You aren’t the first married woman to log on here, looking for something her marriage was missing. But you might want to explain it to your husband.”

That’s when she felt her husband’s hand settle softly onto her shoulder, and she gasped in surprise. She didn’t, couldn’t turn around to face him. She couldn’t bear to see the look of hurt and disappointment she knew must be present on his face.

“Honey I…uh,” she stammered, trying to find the words.

“Shhh,” he said calmly, soothingly. “No worries, love. After all, it’s not like you were cheating on me. What happens in that chat room isn’t real, after all. I’m not upset about it.”

“You’re not?” she asked, blinking in surprise. The tone of his voice rang true, but she still didn’t dare to turn and look at him.

“No, love,” he replied his hand kneading her tense shoulder, then moving up to stroke the back of her neck under her long hair. “I’m not upset about you going into that chat room at all.”

With a quick motion, his fingers entwined in her hair and clenched roughly, pulling her head back. “What I am upset about, slut, is that you never asked permission before doing so,” he said then.

The sudden pain of her hair being pulled, and the cold power and menace that almost seemed to drip from his voice almost made her orgasm right there. Her eyes fluttered closed in pleasure and a low moan escaped her lips when she realised that her husband was finally going to give her what she had been craving all along, though she hadn’t realised it until recently.

“Now, slut,” he continued, his voice rasping softly in her ear. “Say good night to LordRahl. I wouldn’t want you distracted by the computer while receiving your punishment.”

She sighed happily as she typed in her goodbyes to LordRahl, and she could almost hear the humor in his own farewell. “Have fun.” was the last thing she saw appear on the screen before logging out and shutting down the computer.

“Oh,” she thought to herself leaning back in the chair to look up at her husband’s face. “I will.”

Her husband then tugged on her hair once more, pulling her almost bodily to her feet. He stood behind her afterward, and her eyes dropped submissively to the floor. Though she’d never done this in real life, she’d roleplayed enough scenes like this online to know how to show the proper respect.

“Strip, slut,” her husband’s voice came from behind her as he released her hair. “It’s time you learned who your true Lord is.”

She quivered in anticipation as she quickly removed her clothing. She didn’t even think twice about leaving the expensive garments just lying on the floor in a heap.

“Oh,” her husband said, almost as an afterthought. “In case you’re wondering, our son is spending the night at his friend’s house. We’re all alone until tomorrow morning. Don’t plan on getting any sleep.”

She did climax then, her sex already quivering in anticipation of her husband laying claim to what was rightfully his. She gasped slightly as the tiny orgasm burst through her body, making her tremble slightly. She then moaned softly as he felt her husband’s naked chest brush against her back, his already hard cock rubbing softly between her ass cheeks as his arm reached around her to fondle her breast.

“Your safe word, slut,” his voice whispered in her ear, “will be Red. As in the color your ass will be by the time I’m through with you. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned softly, her eyes drifting closed as she began anticipating what was to come. “This slut understands.”

Her husband chuckled softly, almost evilly at that, then shoved her in the direction of the bed, causing her to fall face down on it. She exhaled sharply in surprise at his actions and lay there for a moment before he spoke again.

“Get up on your hands and knees, slut,” he said calmly. “You need a spanking.”

She quickly moved to comply, pulling herself up on her hands and knees, her bare ass pointing at her husband. She heard him approach, and her breath caught in her throat as his hand impacted against the cheek of her ass, causing the flesh to jiggle and her skin to warm under it. She squealed briefly in surprise, as her fantasy suddenly became reality.

Up until that moment, when her husband’s hand smacked hard against her ass, she felt as if she were in a dream, floating in a fog and simple hoping to not awaken before the dream had run it’s course. Now she knew it was all real, and her body responded with yet another climax.

“So, slut,” her husband said, his hand shifting down to stroke her sex from behind and drawing a low moan from her. “How long have you been acting the little slut slave for LordRahl?”

“Three months, sir,” she moaned, feeling his fingers teasing her clit before tickling her anus.

“That’s what he told me, too,” he replied, chuckling. “At least you’re not compounding your misbehavior with lies. I believe I’ll give you five smacks for each month, slut. Then, I’m going to reclaim every one of your holes with my cock so you’ll remember who you must ask permission of before acting the slut with others.”

“All my holes?” she thought, the words startling and arousing her at the same time. Surely he can’t mean my ass, too?

As if in response to her unasked question, she once again felt his fingers, slick with her own juices, teasing around her anus once more. She and her husband had never attempted anal, as she’d no desire for it and he had respected her wishes. But now, the idea of him just using her as he saw fit; not to give her pleasure but to claim what was belonged to him, sent shivers of pleasure running along her spine, and she moaned again in response to his ministrations.

He began spanking her in earnest then, his blows drawing pleasured squeals and his fingers playing through her sex between blows eliciting low moans. Her juices flowed freely now, and in her mind her sex gushed its juices like a river. She couldn’t remember ever having been more aroused than she was at this moment. Her whole body was hungering for her husband’s manhood now, aching for his touch.

After what seemed an eternity of pleasurable torment, the fifteenth smack finally rained down upon her ass, and her husband’s fingers once again played with her sex. Her moaning had increased in volume over the course of the spanking, and she had lost track of the number of orgasms she’d experienced.

“Turn around and face me, slut,” he said, his hand leaving her sex. She quickly moved to comply, scuttling around on her hands and knees like some animal until she was looking directly at his cock. His hand reached around the back of her hair, grasping it tightly as he spoke again. “Open your mouth.”

She opened her mouth, knowing already what was to come as her husband pulled her open mouth over his cock. She had always enjoyed performing oral sex for him for some reason, but it only took a moment to realize this was different. Her husband wasn’t interested in her performing oral sex, he was simply fucking her mouth so she remembered it was his. She moaned softly around his cock as it dawned on her, then did the only thing she could think of, she tightened her lips around his cock and began sucking to increase his pleasure.

Her husband continued fucking her mouth, the head of his cock bouncing repeatedly against the back of her throat as he used her for his pleasure. His thrusting became more ragged, his breathing more labored, as he neared his orgasm.

She moaned softly in pleasure at the expected discharge of his seed, her whole body tingling at the thought. When he thrust a final time, and she felt his come shoot out of his manhood against the back of her throat, she squealed briefly around his cock before beginning to swallow hungrily, gratefully downing his fluids. When he finished, and pulled himself from her mouth, she responded automatically, as if she had been born to serve him.

“Thank you for using this slut for your pleasure and giving her the gift of your come, sir,” she said, keeping her eyes downcast.

He chuckled as he stood over her, his hand leaving her hair. “Turn back around, slut. I’m not through with you yet.”

She hastened to comply, turning around and once again presenting her ass to her Lord.

“My Lord….” the thought hit her like a ton of bricks, bringing with it a thrill she’d never felt before. This is what I’ve been missing. At last. She sighed happily as she felt something cold and slick pressing against her anus.

With a bit of pressure, the foreign object slid past her sphincter and lodged itself in her anus, spreading her open and filling that passage as it had never been before. She whimpered softly at the new sensation.

“A little toy I picked up the other day in preparation for this afternoon, slut,” her Lord said, patting the object in place. “An anal plug. You’ll appreciate the fact that it’s stretched you a bit when I ram my cock up your ass.”

She moaned softly at the thought, finding that she now welcomed the idea of her Lord claiming her back passage, making her entirely his. The thought surprised her a bit, but she revelled in it, laying the side of her face on the bed as she waited for what was next. She sighed in anticipation when she felt the head of his cock nestle against the opening of her wet sex.

His hands grabbed her hips then, and with one quick, almost brutal thrust, he buried himself in her to the hilt. She gasped at the sudden penetration, feeling both her holes filled at once, and almost immediately she could feel her orgasm start to build. She was tempted to reach back and finger her clit, to spur it on, but she knew her Lord wouldn’t want her to do that. To tell the truth, she didn’t want to either. She wanted to be sure that every orgasm tonight was a result of what he was doing, and had nothing to do with her own actions.

Her Lord groaned slightly as he began thrusting into her, the increased tightness caused by the plug in her anus increasing his sensations. As he moved in and out of her, she could tell that it wouldn’t take long for him to come once more, filling her sex with his come. She delighted in the realization that he was enjoying dominating and using her as much as she was enjoying being dominated and used.

It took him longer to come this time, his earlier orgasm alleviating some of the need, but less time than it usually took for his second time in one night. She felt his approaching orgasm as his body began to tremble, and the rhythm of his brutal thrusting began to suffer. As he shot inside her, it triggered her own orgasm, and he groaned loudly as her sex clamped down around his member. All the strength seemed to flow from her body then, and she didn’t think she could have lifted her head off the mattress even if he’d demanded it of her.

She whimpered softly in disappointment as she felt her Lord withdraw from her sex, the sudden empty feeling threatening to consume her. When she felt him tugging on the plug embedded in her ass, though, she remembered his promise to claim that hole as well, and her disappointment fluttered away to replaced by sheer longing. She had never felt this way before, and she wanted so much to be possessed fully by her Lord that her earlier misgivings about accepting him up her ass seemed those of a different person.

When she realized how much larger his cock was than the recently removed plug, she almost changed her mind. It’s large head pressing slowly against her sphincter, stretching it further than she had thought possible, brought her safe word unbidden to her lips. Before it escaped her mouth, however, the head slid past her sphincter and nestled there for a moment. She bit off the unuttered cry that would have called an end to this as she realized that he had passed the difficult part.

She moaned loudly, once again feeling completely filled as he slowly pushed his cock into her bowels. When she felt his coarse pubic hair press against her ass, she knew he was completely within her. She heard him groan softly as his testicles nestled against her sex, then his hands grasped her hips once more as his hips began gyrating, moving his cock in small circles within her to make her sphincter relax and make his fucking of her ass easier.

Once again, this time much to her surprise, she felt an orgasm start to build within her. She had read about women having orgasms during anal intercourse, but had never believed it. But then again, she hadn’t realised how much of a submissive little sex slave, just begging to be used by her Lord, she was at the time.

He began thrusting in her ass eventually, the different sensations, coupled with the complete submissiveness of her situation, began to increase her pleasure. She found herself wanting so badly for him to come again, fill her ass with his fluids, and claim that last part of her the way he should. It surprised her when she felt his hand in her hair, lifting her torso bodily off the mattress as he continued fucking into her.

“Who’s ass am I fucking, slut?” his voice rasped in her ear, his question punctuated by a sharp thrust into her.

“Your ass, sir,” she could barely get the words out past her ragged breathing. She almost failed to answer.

“And what about the mouth and cunt I fucked a little while ago, slut? Who’s were they?” Another sharp thrust to punctuate his question.

“Yours, sir,” she uttered around a moan as she neared orgasm once again. “All yours. Please, sir, use your slut the way she was intended to be? Please fuck this slut until she passes out, then fuck her sleeping form some more.”

Her Lord chuckled evilly into her ear, his free hand reaching around to tweak her nipple sharply. The unexpected pain sent her orgasm crashing down on her, and her Lord proceeded, with great delight, to do exactly as she requested.

– The End –

The table was set so elegantly. Silver and grandmother’s china glinted in the soft candlelight. Mary sat at the table with a dreamy smile on her face. Her ten-year anniversary being married to John was being commemorated by one of the loveliest evenings she could remember. The couple had gone to the opera and seen Othello and rushed back to the house for a late dinner. Mary was feeling warm as the cognac she was sipping spread throughout her body relaxing her entirely. She took small bites of the chocolate mousse in front of her and beamed at her husband as he sat across the table. Mary leaned forward and her firm large breasts brushed the edge of the table. Her red hair was tied in back and braided and the thick braid reached down to her waist. Her green eyes flashed in the candlelight and she resisted the urge to throw off her short black dress and pinch her nipples hard.

John sat back in his chair and spread his thick muscular legs widely. He smiled back at Mary with a look that said, I know exactly what you are thinking and I know even more than that. His black hair was conservatively cut and he could have passed for a young Gregory Peck. He pointed his dark brown, almost black, eyes directly at Mary and spread his hands on his lean waist and said, “Dear, I got you a present.”

“Oh, John! You shouldn’t have!” The two laughed till they cried at this point. Saying “you shouldn’t have” had been a running gag dating from their days as boyfriend and girlfriend way back in college. But then the laughter subsided and John said, “Oh, but I did. Would you like to see it?”

“Yes, of course. Where is it?” Mary was anxious and nervous. Her husband’s surprises could be very mischievous. Mary still remembered the time he hired a full camera crew to film them having sex. John got up and clapped his hands three time. His father was French and he retained a bit of the European sensibility. Mary’s gaze was centered on him and when she heard the kitchen doors swing open her head whipped around in surprise. Outlined by the harsh light of the kitchen Mary could see a female form, her female qualities made all the more noticeable due to the fact that she was completely nude. Mary smiled and clapped her hands and raced around the table to hug and kiss her husband. “Oh, John! She really is delightful. Is she for me? Oh, John, have her come closer.”

“She is most definitely for you, dear. Britta, come closer. Let Mary see you.” Britta walked to the table and as she stepped closer Mary could see that she was perfection. Her straight straw colored blond hair fell forward over her high breasts. Their nipples point slightly upwards and looked very firm. She looked strong and was in fact taller than both John and Mary Her broad shoulders tapered to a thin waist which again led the eye to her swelling hips and long model’s legs. She looked like a Swedish goddess on holiday.

Her expression was blank, though and she seemed like a toy to Mary who, as a girl, tended to be very hard on her toys. “John, she looks just adorable. Let’s take her into the bedroom!” John stood up and placed his napkin on the table. “Absolutely dear. Lead the way.” The two lovers led Brita to the master bedroom and pinched and tickled each other as they went. Still she was silent as she followed and in the back of Mary’s mind Brita’s silence intrigued her. She wondered as she got hotter by the second what it was that she did not yet know about her not so little present.

They arrived in the bedroom and it looked just it always had. A big bed in the center of the room covered in a white fluffy bedspread. Mary leaped into John’s arms and he held her small body as she kissed him all over his face. He smiled and kissed her back and whispered in her ear, “Maybe you should play with your new toy, dear. I will sit here and watch.” It was then that Mary knew what his present was, or so she thought. He sat down on the side of the bed and Mary grinned at him and pounced on the tall blond silent girl. She pushed her body against Britta’s and began kissing her neck and breasts. Mary’s back was to John and she couldn’t see the look of evil satisfaction covering his face like a settling fog. Mary’s kisses spread down to Britta’s breasts and she began suckling her perfect pink nipples. Still Britta stood immobile and silent.

Mary was getting very worked up, however. She was squeezing her legs together and scratching Britta’s back as she bit and sucked her breasts. Mary was devouring her and could feel the come juice rise and drip down her thighs. All the while, unbeknownst to Mary, Britta’s gaze was locked on that of John’s. Mary was oblivious to everything as she dug her fingers roughly into Britta’s vagina. She reached into it like a purse thief and with drew her hand to lick up the juices and spread them over Britta’s breasts. And then it happened and everything in the room changed at once.

An imperceptible nod from his John’s aristocratic head breathed life into Britta. Her face suddenly lit up revealing two rows of impossibly white teeth. She laughed and grabbed Mary’s arms and pinned them behind her back. Mary screamed but Britta was ready for that, too. She bent her head forward and sucked Mary’s outstretched tongue into he mouth and bit it hard over and over again. Mary screamed and struggled, but the strength of the bigger girl was too much to overcome. Helpless, Mary moaned into Britta’s mouth. She rubbed her cunt against Britta’s leg and wished her dress was off and crumpled on the floor.

Britta looked down at the struggling red head in her arms and laughed at her. “You go on struggling girl. You won’t get anywhere. Your husband paid me lots of money to do anything I want to you. You better be in good shape because Auntie Britta’s going to wring you out.” With that she threw Mary onto the bed and leaped on her before she could escape. Laughing, Britta tore Mary’s dress from her and threw it on the ground. Mary was wearing a sexy black half-cup bra and a matching thong panty. “Look at the little slut and her sexy underwear.” Britta’s voice was slightly accented and the sing-song Swedish lilt increased the air of mockery her voice possessed.

Mary struggled as Britta held her wrists over her head and sat on her hips. “John, help! She’s crazy! Oh god, don’t let her hurt me!”

“I’m sorry dear, but there’s not a lot I can do. I did already pay her, you know and it isn’t as if the money is refundable. Best get through this as best you can, dear. I am sure she won’t do permanent damage. Not much anyway.” John began undressing and fastidiously laying his clothes on his valet next to the bed. Britta sneered at Mary and slapped her face and again and again. Mary was close to tears and her cheeks were flushed. She had stopped struggling and only whimpered as Britta got off of her and threw her face down on the bed.

Britta sat on Mary’s short left leg and slipped a chain around it. The metal was cold and the hard steel of the chain dug into Mary’s flesh and caused her to scream out when Britta yanked it. Then Mary’s other ankle was chained and she found she couldn’t really move around too much. “Try to move around you little bitch. Your husband ran the chains under the bed. You are trapped here and I am going to use you like the bitch you are. Britta then lifted Mary by her thick braid and she was forced back into a kneel. The chain was keeping her legs impossibly wide as she was pulled back forcibly into a pose of complete supplication.

Britta cuffed Mary’s wrists. One cuff on each wrist clamped down and Mary whimpered as she felt the cool air on her swelling clit. She saw her husband sitting on the edge of the bed idly stroking his cock and moaned. Brita shoved Mary forward and chained her wrists to the other chain running under the bed. “Look at the nasty bitch. She’s dogging up just like she wants a good fucking. Do you want a good fucking doggy? Well I’m going to give you one, but I’m not sure it’s one you’ll like.” Britta went into the walk-in closet and when she returned she sat on the bed so that her crotch was right under Mary’s face. Mary looked down to see a very large black dildo pointing up from Britta’s black rubber panties.

“Oooh nooo! Please god don’t my cunt could never take it.”

Britta smiled. “Who says it’s going in your cunt, slut?”

A beat. Then another and then Mary began crying and screaming for her husband to rescue her. Slap! Britta’s hand hit the side of Mary’s face, stopping her screams if not her sobs. “Now listen slut. This is a big old cock I have here. You can make things a bit easier on yourself by lubricating it up. Suck it or don’t suck it. Either way I am going to shove it in your ass in about five minutes.” Mary shivered and glanced over at John.

“Better listen to her dear and do what she says. It looks like she means business.” Mary then turned to look at the enormous rubber cock in front of her and plunged her face down onto it. Her big thick red braid whipped about as she tried to coat every bit of it with as much of her saliva as she could. She sucked Britta’s strap-on deep into the back of throat and made sure to drool onto the base. Then she lifted off of it and licked the top of it spreading her spit all over the cock in thick coatings of gooey dribble. Britta clapped her hands like a five year old that has just received a new tricycle.

“Oh, very good little slut. Keep licking because very soon I am going to pound your ass till you scream. Your hubby is going to get quite the show.” This spurred Mary on and she bobbed her head over the thick cock taking it as deeply as she could on each stroke. She was possessed as her cheeks sucked in and her wild tongue flailed around it as if it were alive and she was trying her best to please it. As she licked she felt her pussy begin to twitch and clutch as if it were hungry and needy. She moaned a bit as she began to enjoy the cock in her mouth. As she worked her head up and down it she imagined it in her cunt and she wiggled her ass in the air as her lips pressed over the invader in her mouth.

Britta grabbed Mary’s braid and pulled her head off of the cock by yanking the braid hard. Mary’s head jerked back and she screamed. Then Britta took some rope and tied a strong knot around the braid. “This is going to keep you from moving around too much, slut.” Britta put a cold heavy chain around Mary’s waist and locked it there with a padlock. Then she tied the other end of the rope to the chain forcing Mary’s head up so that her head was locked in position staring straight ahead.

“Mary, it looks like that kind of hurts. I hope your little present isn’t proving too much for you.” John was fisting his cock and chuckling at his wife’s predicament. His meaty cock was actually big enough for two fists and Britta looked at it longingly before Mary’s moans brought her out of her reverie. Mary moaned and struggled. She pleaded for her husband’s intercession but as soon as she felt the crotch of her panties moved aside and the cold slippery rubber head of the cock on her anus she stopped pleading because she knew it was too late. She got very quiet and waited for what seemed like hours and days and then without warning the giant phallus was forcing itself into her. She tried to keep it out. John got up and stepped closer to Mary’s ass to see Britta’s progress.

“Mary that cock is really having a hard time getting into your ass. Are you sure you aren’t trying to force it out? You know you can’t keep that cute little sphincter squeezed closed forever.”

“Ung ung! Mary grunted as her head was stretched back by her hair braid. She looked like an erotic statue.

John moved over to Mary’s face and kissed her sweetly on the cheek. Then he stretched out beside her and began cooing to her as if they were alone and cuddling together softly in the darkness. “Sweetheart, I so hope you are enjoying our anniversary as much as I am. Are you?”

“Ung ung ung. Gyeeah!”

“Oh dear, Britta. I think she’s lost the ability to talk. You really have turned her into a grunting bitch. There is going to be a big tip in this for you.”

Britta leered and with one massive thrust of her hips slammed the swollen head of the dildo straight past Mary’s sphincter. A howl could be heard all over the house. It came from Mary’s gaping, drooling mouth. Mary kept right on howling as the thick wet cock slid deep into her. Britta poured lube all over her ass so that the deeper the cock went the easier it slid inside. The lube also prevented Mary from having any say whatsoever as regards how much cock was going in and out of her or how fast and hard she was being fucked. She had become a hole and was fast getting to the point where that was all she cared to be.

As the cock in her ass thrust in and out her, Mary’s cunt was pulsing as if it were filled with a nice chunky dildo of its own. Her inarticulate cries had turned from protests to pleadings. John kissed her quivering mouth and crooned to her, “What’s wrong, honey? Do you need something? Britta seems a bit angry for some reason so I don’t know if it is safe to ask her for anything, but if you tell me I might be able to help you.” John leaned his ear closer to Mary’s mouth and she breathed words into it. Britta had grabbed Mary’s hips and was pulling her tight shapely ass back hard on the latex dick inside her. She was pinching her own nipples and pounding fiercely at Mary’s asshole.

“The bitch probably wants her clit rubbed. Too bad she’s all tied up or she’d be able to rub it herself. Is that what you want, bitch?”

“Ung ung yesss! Pleeease! Oh God! You’re killing meee!” The cock slammed in her ass deeply and Mary felt her asshole grip it hard. John got up and changed positions so that his head was under her crack. He could look up and see he dildo stretching her ass and he could see what it was doing to her cunt.

“Look at that. Every time your cock goes out of Mary’s asshole and plunges back into her it stretches her pussy lips a bit and they’re rubbing her clit. Mary, this has got to be horrible torture for you.” John’s voice was syrupy with ironic mocking as he moved his erect cock under Mary’s nose. Her head was unable to move down as it was held in check by the rope on her hair braid. She wanted to bend down in the worst way and suck it until the pent up semen inside sprayed all over her mouth. She wanted to gulp down the come, or better yet to have it spray all over her face. Instead she was forced to watch John’s hand glide up and down the shaft made slippery by his pre-come. Her face was just out of reach of it and no matter how far out she stuck her tongue she couldn’t reach it.

“Britta do you think you could touch my wife’s clit? She is in a serious state of need.”

“Oh yes,” the Amazonian blond said as she kissed her own breasts and pumped her hips into the quivering woman in front of her. “I can touch her clit in a way she will not soon forget. Give me that clothes pin.” Mary’s heart jumped into her throat and she struggled to get loose as John handed Britta a wooden clothespin. Britta had fun flicking it open so Mary could hear the clack, clack clack, of it as it snapped closed. Mary tried to move her head around to see the source of the sound but her hair stretched back behind her prevented her from taking any other pose but looking straight ahead like a well trained dog. And like a dog she whimpered. Her mouth hung open because her head was pulled back so far she couldn’t keep it closed and also because the pounding on her asshole made her utter a continuous series of grunts and whines. “I’m so sorry, honey. It looks like you are going to get a big pin on your clit.” John smiled as his voice mocked Mary’s pain.

Britta reached under Mary and pulled her cunt lips up to expose one very swollen and throbbing clitoris. Then she poised the open clothespin over it and clamped it down hard. Mary shrieked and bucked up and down trying to dislodge the pin on hr clit. It was squeezing her tender flesh in a very cruel way and John could see that it was making Mary’s cunt pump. Cream was dripping down her thighs and her cunt lips were red. John could see Mary’s cunt hole open and close as the pin held onto her clit with a vicious grip.

Then Britta took a vibrator in hand. “Do you want a vibe on your clit, slut? That’s what you were begging for just now. I will be merciful and give you some of it now. Do try to scream a lot as it makes me so very horny,” Britta giggled as tears began streaming down Mary’s face. She turned on the vibrator and its mechanical buzzing made Mary jump again. As soon as the vibe touched the clothes pin Mary stretched her head back as far as it would go causing her hair braid to go slack. She began openly sobbing as the clothespin, excited by the vibrator, began chewing on her clit like a pit bull.

John moved back towards Mary’s crying face and began licking up her tears as one by one they rolled down her face. “Mmmm, delicious. I have been looking forward to drinking your tears for a long time, my dear. We really must do this more often. Stop fighting it now, and let me have more. Think of how horribly that clothespin is pressing down on your poor defenseless clitoris. That vibe must be agitating it a great deal.” Indeed Britta had pressed the vibe hard onto the clothespin and every vibration was passing through it to the clothespin that was pulling and yanking Mary’s clit at hundreds of cycles per minute.

Then Britta simply removed the pin and pressed the vibe directly onto Mary’s tortured clit. Mary screamed louder and louder. “Iiiyyyaahhh! Iiiiiiiyyyyyaaaahhhh! Ooo Goood! You bitch! I’ll kill you for this! After I get loose I’ll kill you!!!” She writhed and moaned as the pain became more and more intense as the blood flowed back into her clit. John looked at Mary with a sad resigned look in his eyes.

“Shouldn’t have said that, dear. I think she is really going to hurt you now. I would try to please her if I were you. She looks like she means business.”

“Oh, John. Why are you doing this to me? Don’t you love me?”

“Love you? I adore you, dear. That’s why I like to hurt you. Oh look, Britta has my belt in her hand.”

Slap! The leather belt came down hard on Mary’s ass. Slap! Red marks began to appear. Slap! Mary began screaming. Slap after slap landed on Mary’s ass and back leaving horrible red welts. Britta kept fucking her ass and whipping her as Mary wailed and cried. Britta wielded the belt like circus trainer and made Mary her little animal. “Take this whip, bitch. Take it and learn to behave or I will shove my fist up your asshole.” Britta vibed Mary’s clit and whipped her ass and fucked her well greased asshole until Mary’s drool was mixing with her tears. Britta laughed and danced behind Mary like a girl alone at a club ignoring those she was trying to seduce.

Mary’s clit began to stop hurting and start feeling good. She tried to grind her hips into it, but couldn’t move enough to get sufficient stimulation to orgasm. It was a nagging thing having that buzzing piece of plastic lightly brushing her clit as Britta’s tanned blonde body was pounding into her over and over again. Mary stopped crying and began whimpering and moaning. She lost herself and began sounding like a helpless little girl.

“Ooooh, umm I umm oh good I ohhh!”

Britta prompted, “Mommy,” and slapped her with the belt.

“Yeahhhh! Mo, mo, mo, mom”

She hit her harder, cracking the leather diagonally across Mary’s back. “Mommy, bitch. Call me ‘Mommy!'”

“Mommmyyy! Oh god, Mommy! Please make me come! Oh, Mommy!

Britta pressed the vibe harder to Mary’s clit and fucked her as deeply as she could. “Little girl, are you going to be a good little cocksucker from now on?

“Oh, yes, Mommy! I will. I will. I will. Oooohmmm! Yesss!”

“Are you Mommy’s little bitch? Hmmm?” She whipped her and drew all the way out before slamming the dildo home.

“Oooh goood, yesss! I’m your little bitch, Mommy! I’m your cock hungry, cock sucking, little freaky bitch!” Mary strained at her hair, which was keeping her face staring straight ahead at the headboard grunting and squealing.

John was waving his engorged cock less than an inch from Mary’s tongue. The tip of it was millimeters from the slippery head. She tried to reach it to taste the delicious precum but he always kept it just out of her reach. Britta laughed at her effort and smacked her harder with the belt twenty times in a row on her ass and back. Each strike caused Mary to clench down harder on the cock in her ass. She moaned with every hit and felt only the pleasure she was distilling from the pain.

“Do you love your Mommy, Bitch?”

Mary moaned but did not speak as she was still trying to get at the cock in front of her with the single minded effort of a hungry animal. Britta bent forward and clamped two clover clamps on Mary’s nipples. She hung lead weights on the chain that linked them both and pulled on the chain listening to Mary’s howls.

“I asked you a question, bitch. Do you love your Mommy?”

The words poured out of her like honey. “Mommyyy! Ooooh. I love you Mommy! I love you, oh god, I love you so muuuch!!”

She began crying again with love for the evil Scandinavian fucking her ass and with longing need for her own orgasm. Just when she felt that she truly would go insane Britta took another bigger thicker strap-on and strapped it to herself just under the cock she was burying in Mary’s ass. “Since you have been such a good little bitch tonight, Mommy is going to give you a treat. Now open wide you cunt and take it all in.” Britta slammed both cocks deep into Mary and the sensation stole her voice. This was convenient because as her back arched and her mouth opened John slammed is cock deep into it to the roots.

The fleshy gag in her mouth rammed deep to the back of her throat and after a second or two of gagging Mary began opening and closing her throat over the head making a nipping cunt out of it. Britta was jamming her cocks into Mary and had given up whipping her in favor of full on fucking her. John watched in awe as the blonde’s lean muscular body moved athletically as she pistoned in and out of his little wife’s asshole and cunt. Mary was screaming at this point, but John’s thick cock shoved in her mouth muffled all of her screams. He was fucking her face just as Britta was fucking her other holes and John smiled at Britta and laughed as she leaned forward for a kiss. The two embraced and kissed each other deeply before settling back on their haunches to resume fucking poor little Mary.

“You better come, bitch, or I’m going to tie you upside down to your god damned Soloflex machine and leave you there while I fuck your husband all night long.” Mary wailed onto John’s cock and tried to rotate her hips along the plunging cocks as she licked and sucked the cock in her mouth. She felt completely filled and used as if the region between her three holes was dead space and a receptacle for cocks was all she was. She felt her orgasm mounting and began whining. Her whines turned into a scream as Britta pounded her harder and harder. Britta had turned on the vibrators on both cocks and they were buzzing and rotating inside Mary as she went slowly insane with their fucking.

“Mommy is going to pound the hell out of you now little girl, but I think you need some help. John, get under your pretty little wife and lick her clit. If you do a good job I may let you lick my asshole clean of my sweat when we are done.” John was shocked. A woman had never talked to him like this before and he found it strangely erotic. He could not help but obey. He crawled under Mary and looked up to see the two lubed up Britta powered cocks effortlessly sliding in and out of his wife. He reached his tongue out to flick her clit and she moaned. He did it again and her screams and moans increased so that it was obvious she was on the edge.

“Are you going to come little girl?” Britta asked in a mocking tone.

“Yeeeees, Mommy! Oh god, yes!”

“Then suck your husband’s cock so he comes too.” And Britta pulled the rope holding Mary’s braid to the chain around her waist and the slipknot came loose. Mary immediately slammed her head down and covered her husband’s cock with her mouth and fucked him as if the hole in her face was a cunt. Britta began slapping Mary again with the belt as she fucked her even though it was plain to her that the red head couldn’t feel anything except her violent rape and the cock in her mouth. John began moaning and sucked on his wife’s clitoris until she shrieked and came. She tried to force her cunt and asshole back on her tormentors as hard as she could and every time she moved back the cock in her mouth slid out of her. Then she was forced forward and the cock slid back down deep into her throat. She was helpless and coming and she was being tossed back and forth on the cocks like a badminton shuttle.

Her orgasm peaked and she tossed her braid all around her. Her nipples were huge and very stiff. They ached with the cruelty of the clamps. Mary was rabid and was drooling uncontrollably all over the thick salty cock of her husband. She arched her back and screamed as she felt the climax hit and then as it subsided she sagged. Britta hit her hard on the ass.

“Don’t you stop now, bitch. I am not done working on your ass. Now get up and fuck and suck, you little whore.”

“Y…y…yes, Mommy”

Mary got up and once again impaled herself on Britta’s cock and sucked her husband hard. At first it felt painful, as if a dull ache were inside her and the pounding cocks in her holes were hitting that pain over and over again. But then that dull pain metamorphosed into the kernel of such sexual ecstasy as she had never known. It was a wave front building up inside her. Mary started fucking in earnest now grunting and screaming on her husband’s cock. Tears were once again streaming down her face as her feelings of being a slave and a slut and a whore and a little girl mixed and roiled deep within her. Slam! She rammed back onto the cocks in her asshole and cunt. Slam! The cock head at her lips thrust to the back of her throat in one smooth motion. As the orgasm peaked she felt John’s cock stiffen even more to an unreal hardness and thickness. Mary’s lips were stretched as the veins on it popped out and it completely filled with blood.

She reveled in the feeling of John’s sucking lips teasing her clit out and the tongue that was flicking it back and forth. John’s tongue was moving in time to the fucking she was getting, and as Mary fucked and fucked she felt John’s oral assistance pushing her right over the edge. She pounded the cocks into her slamming her ass onto Britta’s hip bones. She screamed and sucked the giant pumping cock whipping her tongue around it until it spurted huge jets of salty come into her mouth hitting the back of her throat. Mary moaned as she gulped the come down not letting a drop of it escape her. Her orgasm was hitting her relentlessly and her pumping pulsing cunt was squirting thick cream all over her and Britta.

Mary sucked on John’s cock until it gave its last drop of come and then she laid her head on his crotch to lick at his limp cock and has balls as she moaned and grunted at her diminishing orgasm. The slick cocks in her were milking her of the vibrations deep within her. She gave one last shudder and collapsed on top of her husband. Britta pulled out of her and quietly left the room. She smiled at the couple as she left to go get dressed. After pulling on a black skin-tight body suit, washing and gathering her toys into her shoulder bag she returned to the bedroom and bent down to kiss the sleeping couple. Her long blonde hair brushed them as she pressed her lips to Mary’s back and John’s cheek. “Happy anniversary, you two,” she said and then she turned to leave, humming to herself as she stepped into the night.

– The End –

I was exhausted, bruised, sore and covered with a flaky combination of dried sweat, saliva and semen. My body bore the marks of the whip, cane, clamps, bonds and vigorous sex. My hair hung lank and there were dark circles under my normally bright green eyes. My ass and sex were sore from use and I ached, ached all over. But I was happy, happy because I had served my Mistress and served her well. I had obeyed. I had performed, and I had given her the gift of my submission once again.

That evening had begun when I came home from work. There was a note from Mistress. Shower, shave, halter and cut-offs only. We’re going to a party. That was it. I did as directed, showered, shaved my pubis so it was smooth as Mistress liked it and put on a skimpy halter with Daisy Mae’s. I waited for Mistress in the living room, bare footed, head bowed, legs and lips parted, eyes down. “Perfect” she said, “Just perfect. Barbara you do know how to follow orders. Are you ready for the party?” “Yes Mistress.” was on my lips without even thinking about it. She smiled at me, lifted my chin in her hand and kissed me, a woman’s kiss, long, slow, wet. My labia swelled inside my cut-offs, my nipples hardened.

“Go out to the car. Put the roof down and wait for me, I want to grab a bite to eat before we go.” “Yes Mistress” I responded automatically and did as she said. It was warm outside, the night promised to be pleasant but there was still two hours of daylight left. I sat in the car with the roof down for a while then Mistress walked out, got in the car and we drove off. Mistress did not speak and I sat in silence as she drove, my eyes on the horse logo inside the car. We got on the interstate and Mistress drove. Miles and miles. I knew where she was heading, to the home of Master S who had a regular Tuesday night party. I wondered if I was going to serve or to be part of the entertainment. Mistress drove on. Last party at Master S’s was when the two gorgeous subs were made to wrestle, and the winner got to sodomize the loser. I sometimes think he lost on purpose.

Ten minutes to our exit Mistress pulled into a rest area. She got out of the car and walked to the ladies room. “Follow.” she commanded and I did, padding bare footed behind her. We entered the rest room. “Strip.” I complied, my halter and shorts handed over to Mistress. She handed me a collar. I placed it on my neck as I thought to myself, “Entertainment is what you are tonight girl.” She turned to leave, “Follow.” she commanded again and naked save for the collar and my contact lenses I did. She opened my door for me and I sat in the car, my hands at my sides, my nipples erect from excitement and exposure. She drove the last ten miles very fast but would slow as we passed trucks, run along side them and match their pace ’till the driver noticed me then speed off to the next one. As we passed one her hand left the gear shift and she busied herself with my crotch. I licked her fingers as the truckers horn sounded then she downshifted and off we went.

Master S’s home is set back from the road in a copse of pine trees. The ground is strewn with soft pine needles, very pleasant to walk over in bare feet. “Kneel Barbara.” Mistress told me as she looked around. She handed me a leash and I clipped it to my collar. I stayed on my knees at her feet and she placed leather cuffs on my wrists and clipped them together behind my back. We waited. The dusk gathered and we waited, me on my knees, Mistress standing, her hand stroking my neck as the sun settled behind the mountains to the west. Master S came out of the house. “All is ready and the others are gathered in the dungeon.” Mistress thanked him, handed my leash over to him and she entered the house.

“Stand Barbara, you are to walk behind me and stay silent. Your Mistress wishes that you not be gagged for this evening but bear whatever the night holds in silent acceptance. She will be displeased if you must be gagged.” Oh my, I thought, this is going to be heavy. What has Mistress plotted for me? “When we walk in you are to kneel down, kiss what is before you and above all remain silent.” I nodded my understanding and with a slight tug on my leash fell into step behind Master S.

The dungeon lighting was subdued. Masters and Mistresses mingled in small groups talking, slaves at their feet or scurrying about for drinks and hors d’oeuvres. There was a low platform at one end of the dungeon, a steel rod upright in its center, a dildo attached to the top of the rod. There were thirty or so folding chairs facing the platform in three rows with an aisle down the middle. A slave stood on the platform and when she saw us in the doorway she sounded a gong set to the side. “Will everyone please be seated?” she announced with a clear, light voice and the Masters and Mistresses all sat while slaves scurried to their feet and knelt on the floor. Master S lead me by the leash from the doorway through the room and up onto the platform. He walked in slow measured strides and I matched his pace, head bowed, hands behind me. He stopped before the rod and remembering his instructions I knelt down and prostrated myself before it. I kissed the base of the rod. It was cool on my lips.

“Mistress Diane wishes her slave Barbara’s submission tested. We have three test for the evening. After each Barbara will be on display for your inspection. The first test is a whipping.”

I cringed inside as I heard that, knowing that I was not going to be gagged and had to stay silent.

“Stand Barbara.” I complied. I stood there on the platform. The rod and dildo to my side. My hands bound behind me, my breasts and sex exposed to everyone. Master S turned me around slowly so everyone could see all of me. He turned me around three times and stopped with me facing one side, my profile to the audience. He motioned his slave and she hit a switch in the wall. The lights went off in the dungeon then a spot and three kliegs came on and Master S and I were in a circle of light. He motioned again and chains descended from a winch in the ceiling. His slave came out onto the platform with us. She wore bracelets on her wrist and ankles. A leather g-string covered her sex. Her nipples were pierced and sported silver rings. She carried ankle cuffs. Her ass had been caned recently and she had several rows of welts on her cheeks. She knelt down behind me and placed the ankle cuffs on me. She unhooked the cuffs on my wrist and my hands dropped to my sides.

“Barbara, do you consent to the testing your Mistress wishes without knowing what form it will take?”

“Yes” was said before I could think.

“Why do you do this?”

“Because I love her and I wish to please her.” I knew it was true as I spoke it and that made me flush as I stood there and realized just how much I loved Mistress, just how much I wanted to please her, just how much I wanted to be the best slave I could be for her.

“You do this of your own free will?”

“Yes.”

“You do this out of love for her?”

“Yes.”

“Then lift you arms up.”

I did as told and the slave behind me rose, fastened the chains to my wrist cuffs and went back to the controls. The slack in the chain was taken up. My arms felt a strain on them. I was lifted. My arms and shoulders ached. Master S guided me over the rod, my sex and ass inches above it. His slave crawled out with a tube of KY jelly. She covered the dildo with it. She crawled back to the controls. I was lowered, impaled, the balls of my feet barely on the ground, my weight still partly on my wrists. The dildo was out of sight, only its balls showing. I was filled, my ass was filled with cool KY, cool dildo. My sex dripped as my arms ached. I moaned. Master S circled me, a cat with wide leather tails in his hand. He shifted it from hand to hand as he walked around me. He paused to my right, the cat shifting from hand to hand.

He’s going to whip me now I thought. Master S is going to whip me from where he stands to my right. I never realized he was left handed raced through my mind, why hadn’t I realized he was left handed before? He has whipped me before, funny I did not note he was left handed. CRACK. Pain exploded through my breasts. CRACK. The cat landed again. My mind raced. You idiot he’s not left handed, it’s a breast whipping! CRACK. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. CRACK. Oh my breasts hurt. I arched my back, offering my breasts to the whip. CRACK it fell on them again, the tails warping around my breasts, caressing them, covering them then exposing them. Pain bit into my arm pit, the tails finding that tender spot. Heat was building in me.

Master S circled me again. CRACK. My ass felt the pain. CRACK. The heat grew. CRACK. CRACK. A steady rain of blows. About one every 10 seconds. An eternity between blows, my excitement growing. Master S continued to circle me. Continued to whip me. CRACK. I felt the lashes on my thighs. CRACK. I felt the lashes on my back. CRACK. I felt the lashes on my calves. CRACK. I felt the lashes on my belly. Each blow hurting and exciting, pain turning to pleasure.

Master S continued to circle me. Heat rose in me. I felt my body glowing from the heat of the whipping. I rocked on the balls of my feet, the dildo pushing into my ass and sliding out a bit. CRACK. The whipping continued. Master S fell into a pattern, ass, belly, back, thighs, breast, calves. I moaned continuously. The whipping continued, the cat caressed me. Then he paused before me. I rocked on the dildo and could sense the audience awaiting what was next as I waited on the edge. Master S held the whip low, his arm extended straight down. He brought it slowly to my lips. I kissed it as excitement built in my clit. Master S held the whip low again, his arm extended straight down. CRACK. The cat bit into my sex before I realized he was lifting it. I screamed. I orgasmed, my back arching, my sex feeling the pressure of the dildo inside my ass. My climax ran through me and I could hear myself scream in release. Then I slumped down, back onto the dildo, my weight again on my wrists.

The Masters and Mistresses all clapped politely. Not a standing ovation like a sporting event but restrained, subdued, appreciative.

Master S pushed the handle of the cat up, into my sex. Then I felt the chains lifting me up, off the dildo, the tails of the cat hanging between my legs, brushing my knees, calves and shins. The rod was removed from the platform and I was lowered again, this time coming to rest on my hands and knees. The suspending chains were removed and I was fastened at wrists, knees and ankles to rings embedded in the platform, my legs spread wide, the whip still in my sex.

“Mistress Diane, does Barbara’s performance in the whipping meet with your approval?” All eyes in the dungeon turned to her. We all waited. She nodded a yes, no emotion on her attractive face, no expression in her cold blue eyes.

“Very well. Barbara will now be on display for one hour. She may be touched and lightly probed but the whip is to stay where it is in her.” The lights came up with Master S’s announcement and Masters and Mistresses started to mill around as when we had first entered the dungeon. They broke into small groups and soon some were around me. My ass was stroked, my labia pinched, my nipples squeezed. One Mistress bent down to me, her face inches from mine. She held my auburn hair and lifted my face. She looked deep into my eyes. She looked so alluring, and her scent filled my nostrils. I found myself wishing she would kiss me. I wanted her to kiss me and I wanted to kiss her back. She just looked into my eyes then released my hair. My head sunk down between my shoulders. I was forlorn. Others examined me. I started to fantasize. I was wishing for cock. A nice cock to suck on or to open me, fill me, take the place of the whip in me. I though of a woman, a woman open before me, my tongue on her.

The hour wore on. I realized I had no idea what the next test would be. The position I was in could be for just about anything. Would I be tortured? Would I be fucked? Sodomized? I hoped it would not be another whipping. I ached through the whole strike zone. I knew my fair skin was bruised already and would show black and blue for the next week. Which meant no dresses to work, no shorts, no light sleeveless blouses and this the middle of a typical Southern summer. Mistress was so cruel sometimes, which is why I love her so.

GONG. Master S’s slave had sounded the gong again. “The viewing hour is over and the next test shall begin.” Everyone went back to their seats and the slave brought the rod out again. The dildo had been repositioned on it so that it was now horizontal and at the level of my mouth. The rod once again went into the platform before me and the dildo filled my mouth. A chain was attached to the rod and to my collar so that I could not take my mouth from it. I could no longer move my head side to side nor look back between my legs. I had to look straight ahead and could not see the audience behind me. I felt the whip being pulled out of my sex. There was a murmur from the audience.

The slave of Master S walked around me. She carried a platter. On it was some chopped meat. She circled around me. I could sense her stop between my legs. I felt the cool meat being rubbed on my sex. I was confused. She left the platform. Master S then circled me. Following him slavishly on a leash was a mastiff. It was the largest mastiff I had ever seen. They circled me three times and each time they passed before me, terror rose in me. I was frightened by the dog. I was afraid of what would come next. I felt shear terror rise in me as I struggled against the bonds that held me to the platform, open and accessible. I moaned around the dildo in my mouth. I felt panic in me. No No Nooooooo! screamed in my brain as they circled me, coming in and out of my field of vision. Noooo I can’t. I can’t be.. I can’t be fucked.fucked by a dog. not. not in front of all these Masters and Mistresses and all . all these slaves too. NO!!!

The dog was behind me. I could feel his breath. Then his warm tongue was on my sex, the cool of his nose pressing my ass. He licked me. His tongue entered me. It felt good. It felt as good as Mistress had said it would all the times we had discussed this. Mistress had wanted to have a dog take me for a long time. We had talked and talked and talked about it. I had agreed several weeks ago but she had done nothing about it. Until now. Now a dog was licking my sex and not just a dog. A mastiff. A large, no a huge mastiff. Licking me like no man or woman had ever licked me, the large tongue working into me, licking my mons, vulva and ass. The tongue penetrating my vagina. The panic I had felt subsided. My training took over, pleasure took over. The dog licked me some more. I was moaning on the dildo in pleasure.

The licking stopped. There was fur pressing my back, large forepaws wrapped around me, pressing the sides of my breast. I could feel the leather used to wrap the paws, Mistress had told me that Master S wrapped his dogs paws to keep from ripping slaves to shreds and feeling the strength of this dog I knew why.

His cock thrust between my legs. It rode in my slit. It jabbed between my legs, pressing my thighs, my mons. It pressed into my ass cheeks. I could feel the excitement building in the dog, excitement and frustration as he jabbed for my sex, his cock rubbing on my skin probing, probing for my opening. Then it was at my opening, sliding into me, filling me, filling me with thick dog cock. I was being fucked, fucked by a dog with a dildo in my mouth. Chained before an audience AND I LOVED IT! My body was a mass of sensations, fur rubbing on whip marks, cock stretching my pussy, the dog on my back, rubber phallus in my mouth. Cock… large cock… large dog cock… filling me… fucking me… taking me! Taking me higher and higher as it slid in and out, over and over, the dog’s cock fucked me, the sensations of being filled by a large thick dog cock causing my excitement to build and build and build. No, no.. I can’t.. I can’t come, can’t come from a dog fucking me, not… not in front of everyone.

I felt his frenzy as his cock throbbed and shuddered inside me, I felt his cum flood into my sex, then his knot swell, locking him inside me. My sex stretched like it never had been before. His weight was on my back, his breath on my ear. He slid off me but our sexes were locked. He turned, his furry ass pressing my smooth one. We stayed like that for twelve, maybe fifteen minutes. Locked together as the audience just watched. It was quiet. I could hear my own labored breathing around the dildo and the dog panting. Then the knot started to subside. It slipped from me and with a rush dog semen ran out my pussy and down my inner thighs. The mastiff was gone. I did not see him again that night.

“Barbara will again be on display for one hour. Then the final test will be given in accord with Mistress Diane’s wishes.” That was all that was said, all that needed to be said. The lights came up again but this time there was no milling around me, no pinching or probing. I was left alone. Me and my dildo in my mouth and my aching jaw and my raw sex and the whip weals on my ass, belly, back, thighs, breast, calves, and sex.

I ached, my knees ached, my wrists ached, my back ached, even my skin ached. Everything ached. And my sex. It was raw. Yet I knew that there was still another test. I dreaded it. Now I did not start to fantasize. I did not wish for cock or a woman. I wished to submit and make Mistress proud. I was past my own pleasure, past my own pain. And I was ready, raw but ready.

GONG. Master S’s slave had sounded the gong for the third time that night. “The viewing hour is over and the next test shall begin. The last test.” The lights went down again and Master S removed the chain that held me to the dildo. He slid my mouth off it and removed the rod. Both were taken away by his slave. She returned with a garden hose. The water was very cold. My body was hosed down with cold water. It shocked me but eased my skin. It hurt when the full force of the water was directed into my sex. But it also started to turn me on again. The water played over me, over all of me. All traces of the dog’s semen washed off and out of me.

Then she attached screw clamps to my nipples. A bowl filled with condoms was placed on my back. My nipples were erect and hurting. My ankles, knees, and wrist were released.

“Barbara’s last test is to please. She is available to any and all.. You may whip her, fuck her, use her. Mistress Diane especially wants her sodomized. The only restrictions are that a condom must be worn when in her and no breaking the skin. Enjoy.”

It was a long night.

– The End –

Feeling akin to a gold miner in the Gold Rush, looking for that nugget among all the sand and pebbles, that nugget when found would make him a rich man. In the right hands, hands familiar with molding one into something else, the nugget dug from the ground becomes more beautiful and then even more so when worn around the neck of his lady.

His eyes scan the screen (data mining, he jokes to himself). So many sites like so many rivers. So many ads like so much mud, sand and pebbles to look past. Looking for a glimmer of something that does not fit a flash of something more beautiful. It is there to be found his treasure will come to him if he looks in the right spot, at the right time. Is it in the next page like the next shovel full of dirt?

Too many ads…like bad songs, makes him wonder that people actually took the time to write them. They are not looking for his treasure…she would not be found wearing the collar of gold that he saves for her. What if she thinks they are all like him? What if she grows tired of reading the bad songs and gives up listening to the music before his tune reaches her ears? Can’t worry about that, he will find her…it is his destiny to find his treasure.

He takes a break. He rests. Perhaps only hours, perhaps days go by.

Sometimes when he is resting, he hears her calling to him. She beckons him to keep looking for her. He closes his eyes, but her face fills his dreams. Her eyes longing to be looking up at him. The wind through the open window touches his cheek like her breath upon his flesh. Resting is less restful than looking. He sees that look in her eyes, in his dream, that look of fear that he might give up before he finds (rescues) her. She knows how long he has been looking and knows a reasonable man would be frustrated, would have given up. But she also knows him and that he will not. She is sad that he has to struggle, but it is she after all that he hopes to find.

He begins looking again.

How could he live with himself, with her disappointment, knowing he gave up trying to find her? She belongs by his side. Unable to imagine not feeling her touch, he keeps looking. She belongs at his feet. She can not bear the thought of not being under his control or of not being protected by his power. He knows he needs her tenderness to fortify his strength. She needs his power so that she may feel in control of herself.

A powerful force pulls him to look. To look at a certain page. Is it luck, fate or her desire that draws him in this direction? Rolling up his shirtsleeves, loading a shovel full of dirt into his pan, he settles down to sift through the pebbles. He knows she is here, he feels her presence…it is up to him to find her. He has been fooled before, seeing a glimmer only to discover pyrite, fool’s gold. He sees her.

Like a surgeon, carefully opening her letter he reads her thoughts. How should he respond? No doubt she will receive the attention of many would-be snake-oil salesmen. Will she take the time to sort through them all to find his letter? What if she tires of reading the lies and deletes his letter, unopened? Maybe he should wait to respond, until a day where his will be one of only a few letters she gets? Surely she’d read his letter, then. What if he waits and she never comes back, his letter will remain there waiting for her return.

He seals his fate when he sends the letter. She opens her mailbox to find ads for Viagra; ads to gamble on-line and someone who wants her to kneel while she reads his letter. “Fat Chance,” she whispers under her breath. Then she sees a letter that ‘feels’ different. She seals her fate when she begins to read his thoughts. she smiles as she reads. He has found her.

He waits while she forms her response. Not too bold…not too relaxed. He waits for her, allowing her time to express herself, her feelings, her desires. He reads her reply, “Hello Sir,” He hears her voice in the written words and knows he has found her. He neglects others to respond to her as she ignores her friends to read and reply to his letters. Each checking for a new letter; each saddened when one is not waiting so they can begin each day with the other.

He sends a picture (gray hairs and no hairs) and waits. She sends one of herself and tells him he is handsome. He breathes a sigh of relief, before looking at her. Now he knows he is in trouble, she has sent a picture of an angel. A few more letters and then he sends his number. She sends hers and asks to hear his voice. He calls and hears the softness of an angel’s voice. Days turn into weeks and they into months as they learn, laugh and make plans.

He walks the distance between the plane and the terminal and sees her waiting patiently. “Have you been waiting long?” he asks. “All my life.” she responds. They smile at the other and he wonders if he should kiss her. She wonders if he will. He drops his hand and takes hers in his and side-by-side they walk away, into what was meant to be.

– The End –

I was somewhat more subdued the next morning. My breasts were excruciatingly painful and when I examined them in the bathroom mirror, their appearance was shocking. Ugly blue, purple and yellow bruises virtually covered their entire surface, with a random pattern of scratches and cuts. I couldn’t bear to wear a bra. Despite selecting my loosest fitting blouse it still hurt every time I moved. My injuries as well as doubts about my safety dissuaded me from ringing the number on Melanie’s card straight away. As I slowly recovered though, my new sexual needs made calling her inevitable. I now pissed almost every time I masturbated. Sometimes I would piss into the thermos flask and then drink my piss while I climaxed. I even did it in the toilets of the library where I worked. Something that disturbed me more than my appetite for urine or the possibility of a lesbian relationship with Melanie, was that I was starting to fantasize about her hurting me. When I masturbated I would imagine her raping me violently. With all these considerations added to my normal extreme shyness it took me two weeks to work up the courage to phone her.

When I had finally breached the barriers of receptionist and private secretary, Melanie brushed aside my apologies for delay. “You have every reason for procrastination Althea. Any reluctance to submit yourself to even worse treatment than you have experienced hitherto, is quite understandable.” “E-even worse!” I stuttered. “Of course it will be worse, you silly girl,” Melanie laughed. “If I get you where no one can interfere, you will really suffer!” I couldn’t speak. A few moments of silence passed. “Well my dear, I have a client to attend to shortly. So if you can’t make up your mind what you want – I think I’ve made my position quite clear. You had better find some other way of amusing yourself.” “No! Please, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean… What do you want me to do?” I asked humbly. “That’s much better,” she replied. “What I want is for you to come to my apartment this weekend. After you have finished work on Saturday that is. Two PM the library closes I believe? And you are finished perhaps, fifteen minutes later?” “Yes Melanie,” I agreed. I was hardly surprised that she knew where and when I worked. She was obviously a woman who found out everything she wanted to know. “Hmmmm… I know that I introduced myself as Melanie, but now I think it would be more appropriate if you were to address me as Ms. Wakefield.” “Yes Ms. Wakefield.” “You will find a taxi waiting for you when you finish work.” Without waiting for a reply Ms Wakefield hung up.

Part of me hoped that the taxi would not be there when I left my work, but of course it was. Surprisingly the driver took me towards the center of town and stopped outside the entrance of an old office block. ‘Is this it?” I asked the young man. “This is where I was told to drop you off,” he confirmed. I got out of the taxi and stood bemused before the doors. The only nameplates were of companies I had never heard of. “Push the door when you hear the buzz and take the lift to the top floor,” the intercom crackled. When the dilapidated lift finally arrived at the fourteenth floor, the view that emerged through the opening doors was quite unexpected. Walls of rough stucco surrounded a small tiled floor lobby. The ceiling was constructed wooden slates set in a simple pattern. A bronze statue of a rather menacing abstract design guarded a heavy wooden door. The effect was vaguely Japanese.

This impression was reinforced when Ms. Wakefield opened the door to reveal a hall way lined with rice paper panels. She was dressed casually in faded jeans, a white T-shirt and brown leather sandals. “Good afternoon Althea,” Ms. Wakefield greeted me, motioning me inside. I heard a loud clunk as the door locked behind me. She took me by the hand and led me down the hall way. “We’ll sit outside I think. Well it’s not really outside, but you will see what I mean.” The room we came to was large, maybe fifty feet to a side. The ceiling was higher than in the hall way and illuminated by skylights. The plants, rocks and timber decking did indeed give the impression of outdoors. There was even a small pond containing water lilies and golden carp. Various doorways gave access to the rest of the apartment. Ms. Wakefield guided me to a seat made of rough cut wood and natural stone. She sat with me, still holding my hand.

I gazed around at the seemingly uncontrived beauty of the indoor garden, occasionally glancing furtively at the beauty of Ms Wakefield too. Except for the sound of water flowing from a bamboo pipe set amongst some rocks in the middle of the pond, the garden was entirely silent. It was almost impossible to imagine that a bustling city was just outside. “Your apartment is wonderful!” Ms. Wakefield smiled, “I am rather fortunate to have this level of peace and solitude without the bother of commuting for an hour. Especially the solitude.” I was very conscious of how close she was. I could smell her. I wanted to taste her. Her very large breasts were so much more prominent in her tight thin T- shirt than her previous attire.

I tried to calm myself. “M-Ms. Wakefield, can I ask you a question?” “Certainly Althea. As long as I don’t regard it as impertinent I may even answer.” With her free hand she stroked the hand she held reassuringly. “The first day, on the train; was that the first time you saw me?” “No. The first time I saw you, you were leaving a cafe on your way back to work.” “That must have been…” “Your birthday. Yes, as I subsequently discovered, if I hadn’t seen you then I may never have met you. You normally don’t leave your work at lunchtime.” “Is there anything you don’t know about me?” I asked. “Quite possibly. I only know: your full name, birth date, birth place, blood mother, father unknown, foster parents, academic history, work history, lovers none, friends one, acquaintances three, current address, past addresses and a pet cat by the name of Henry. Besides that, there is probably much I am ignorant of; but all I do know, I knew before you first saw me.” I was speechless!

After waiting patiently for some minutes Ms. Wakefield explained, “If my interest in you seems obsessive that’s simply because, I’m obsessed. From the first time I saw your… incredible beauty; I needed to have, to possess, to own you.” “I’m not so beautiful,” I protested, turning my head away self-consciously. “Your lack of vanity, indeed self-knowledge, is a good part of your appeal,” she retorted. “In any case, your opinion does not hold sway here. Have you taken note of the elegant whipping posts?” She indicated a structure close to where we were seated. I had noticed the two thick timber uprights standing unsupported and a few yards apart, but it had not occurred to me that their purpose anything other than aesthetic. Now I noticed the iron rings set the wood. Also, a trunk of dark carved wood beside one of the columns. Ms. Wakefield took hold of my chin and made me look at her. “There is nothing more beautiful than a young woman screaming!” She told me this with such immovable conviction that I could only whisper “Yes,” by way of an answer. “We need to prepare. Come with me.” She stood up and walked away. I followed.

In a white tile clad bathroom room lit dazzlingly bright with halogen lights, she cleaned me, inside and out. A large enema bag was filled three times with hot soapy water and once with plain warm water. All this liquid entered and evacuated my rectum. It was very embarrassing, especially the evacuation, which Ms. Wakefield watched intently. She admonished me not to piss while I expelled the water. This was difficult as I deliberately hadn’t emptied my bladder all day. Ms. Wakefield then shaved my vagina. She used the same cutthroat she had threatened me with at the station. I found the shaving both frightening and incredibly sexual. The blade against my cunt brought me close to orgasm. We showered together, she scrubbing us both roughly with a stiff brush and soap. She shampooed my hair and rubbed some sort of scented oil into my skin. I experienced a strange feeling of comfort in the way she attended to me. After drying me with a warm fluffy towel she combed my hair and even clipped my nails. As I waited for Ms. Wakefield to finish her own ablutions, I examined my reflection in a large heated mirror. I looked and felt more cleansed than I had ever felt before. All was fresh and tingling with renewal. My perfectly hairless vagina only added to this feeling of rebirth.

“This is going to hurt Althea. It’s going to hurt a lot. It is my hope that as well as the pain, you will experience some of the pleasure I feel when I abuse you. That is my hope; but regardless of your needs, I will have my desire fulfilled. Willing or no, you will be my bitch!” We were naked by the whipping posts. Ms. Wakefield held me close while she caressed my back. A strange contrast of feeling safe and warm in her arms, with the fear of the violence about to happen. Had I come to Ms. Wakefield for sex, possibly love, despite the pain I knew I would experience, or did I actually want to be tortured as well? I hoped I was not so perverse as to desire the latter, but to my shame my doubt continued. “Stand in the center of the posts with your back to me,” Ms. Wakefield commanded. “Look only ahead.” I obeyed, feeling frightened and excited. I heard her open the trunk. Rummaging around. The squeak of leather. Then a sound of metal. The sound of chains.

My wrists and ankles were fastened to the chains by plastic ties such as mechanics use. Only after I was secured; my arms stretched high and my legs forced wide apart, did she allow me to turn my head so she could show me the whip. A riding crop, perhaps a foot longer than the ones I’d seen the jockeys use. Made of a dark red leather, it appeared not only well used, but from an earlier time. The whip went well with the boots she was now wearing. The same boots she had worn on the train. She supported her large round breasts with a leather half cup bra, but what really completed her outfit, was a moulded leather mask. It only covered from her forehead down to the top of her cheekbones. It was just enough to add a hint of evil. She was now a sex bitch dressed in leather.

“No… please! No!” I begged. With only the balls of my feet in touch with the ground, there was nothing else I could do. I felt stupid to protest at this late stage, but I couldn’t help myself. Ms. Wakefield said nothing. She only smiled cruelly, and drew back her arm. “AAAAAAGH!” I screamed at the top of my voice as she brought the whip down across the middle of my back. The pain was shocking. It was as if I was being beaten with a length of barbed wire. Although I had feared the pain, I hadn’t imagined it would be quite as terrible. A great tearful sob escaped me. “Please, not so hard!” I pleaded, dreading the next stroke. Nothing happened. After a while I dared to look over my shoulder. She hadn’t stopped, she was just waiting with her eyes closed. Her stance wide as she ever so slowly drew the whip up and down, between the lips of her hairy vagina. Suddenly she snapped her eyes open and raised the whip again. “OOOOOWWWRRRGH!” I shrieked as she whipped me again, tearing the flesh on my shoulders. Again she paused, then quickly beat me twice across my buttocks. Another wait, longer than the first. Then she let me have it on the top of my thighs, lower back and bum again in quick succession.

Each time she whipped me my body jerked in an uncontrollable spasm. I was howling for mercy constantly, only screaming louder when the riding crop bit deep. Vainly I struggled against the chains. I don’t know how many times she beat me before she stopped and walked around to face me. Many, many times. I could feel warm blood oozing from the ragged welts in my skin. “Did you enjoy that?” she asked. “It was horrible!” I complained bitterly through my tears. “Really? If that’s the case,” she put a hand on my vagina and roughly inserted a finger, “how come you’re so wet?” I couldn’t answer. “See!” she sneered as she held her now dripping finger under my nose. “You beg me not to hurt you, but you deserve everything you get. You deserve it because you want it!”

“No!” I bawled sorrowfully, but I knew I was lying, both to Ms. Wakefield and to myself. Although the pain was horrific, my vagina would not let me conceal my deepest need. My cunt was telling me a fundamental truth; I was a worthless lesbian slut who wanted to be dominated and abused viciously. Ms. Wakefield pushed her finger into my mouth. “So what are you tasting, whore?” I felt so humiliated. I was even enjoying the flavour of my own lubrication! I was also bursting with the need to piss. She grabbed hold of both my ears and held my face nose to nose. “Tell me bitch! Tell me what you know to be true!” she whispered huskily. And suddenly despite all my fear and shame I found myself confessing, “Yes I want it! I’m a dyke bitch! I want to be your bitch! Hurt me as much as you like! Please whip me some more!” Ms. Wakefield grinned broadly. “Very good! That’s just what I want to hear. Anywhere in particular you would like me to whip you?” I froze as an image of me screaming under her whip blazed across my mind. “I… I want you to whip my tits! Please… please whip my tits and… and my cunt! Whip my tits and cunt as hard as you can!”

I thought I had screamed as loud as was humanly possible. When the whip struck my little pointy breasts, slashing right across one of my erect nipples, I howled my lungs out! “AAAAAAAAAAAGGHHH!!! This was pain on another level. Its intensity beyond anything I could have imagined, and I wanted it! I wanted more! The leather clad sex goddess in front of me enthusiastically fulfilled my desire. Her face exhibited such joy as she beat me. She was perspiring with the effort, her big round breasts jiggling up and down despite the tight support of her bra. Five hard strokes to my breasts then a vicious uppercut directly on my naked wet vagina. I lost control of my bladder and began to orgasm! My piss sprayed everywhere as Ms. Wakefield madly whipped my cunt again and again. Much of my urine sprayed on my tormentor, but she ignored it in her passion to thrash me. I was screaming and pissing and cumming like a demented slut. I was having multiple orgasms. Each time my climax began to subside, the whip hitting my clitoris started a new spasm in my cunt, which spread throughout my body. Ms. Wakefield only stopped whipping me when I ran out of piss.

Hanging exhausted in the chains it took some time for my heart beat and breathing to reach something like a normal pace. “Well Althea, you’ve made a pretty mess.” I was a mess. Blood, sweat and tears were certainly prevalent. “I don’t normally tolerate being pissed on, but considering the… provocation, I’ll let it pass for now.” She opened her razor and cut me free of the straps. My hands had lost almost all feeling. “You had better clean up though.” Ms. Wakefield indicated her urine splattered skin. “I’m very sorry Ms. Wakefield,” I apologized and immediately set to licking my piss from her whip arm. When I had finished sucking up every last drop from her gorgeous body she pointed to the floor. Great puddles of my warm yellow piss covered the bare wooden planks. I sank to my knees and began sucking my urine up from the floor. I felt like such a dirty whore! When I had completed this task I looked up to see Ms. Wakefield holding a bizarre assemblage of rubber cocks, leather belts and brass buckles.

“Help me into this,” she commanded. It was a strap-on dildo, but far more complicated than the only one I had seen at picture of. This one must have been custom made. One of the black rubber penises was huge, at least ten inches long and very fat. It was mounted on a thick triangle of brown leather. The other two dildos were a few inches shorter and not quite as thick. One was attached on the reverse side of the bottom of the triangle. The other just below it, to the lower strap. What puzzled me was a clear plastic tube only slightly above the topmost double dildo. I was unclear as to how to assist her.

“Steady it for me,” Ms. Wakefield instructed as she fingered her vagina before smearing her anus with her cunt juice. I took hold of the big front cock with both hands. My thumbs and forefingers could not meet, such was the girth of the rubber member. She positioned the two inner dildos; the top one at the entrance to her cunt and the bottom one to her arse hole. “Aaaaaaaaah!” she sighed as she slowly pushed them up herself. When she had them halfway up, she stopped and took hold of the end of the plastic tube. After applying more vaginal lubrication to the tube’ s rounded end, she held her labia open and inserted it carefully into her urethra. I then understood that the piss hole at the end of the artificial penis was not just for show. With a little maneuvering, the triangle was flush with her genital mound. All three of her lower orifices were penetrated. “Buckle the straps around my waist and then attach the one between my legs to the waist straps.” Ms. Wakefield held the harness in place while I carried out her instructions. “Do it tighter,” she insisted. “The little bumps that press against my clitoris must be held firmly in place.”

When I had tightened the harness as much as I could, Ms. Wakefield walked around experimentally. The big black cock had become part of her. It was as if it was her cock, bobbing up and down with the rhythm of her step. She looked so obscene, her ultra femininity contrasting rudely with her huge penis. She stopped and stroked it lovingly; wanking herself. I just stood there adoring her, too mesmerized to experience the fear I should have. “Come here!” she suddenly barked at me. The fear returned and I obeyed. “Down on your knees!” she snarled, standing with her hands on her hips. From my position of subservience she towered above me, the eye of her penis staring at me, inches from my face.

“Keep your hands behind your back. Now, suck my cock!” I licked around the glans of her rubber penis. Then opening my mouth as wide as I could, I just managed to enclose the head of her cock. My mouth was literally stuffed with rubber cock. “Deeper you bitch! Suck me properly.” I was endeavouring to take more, achieving just a little, when she grabbed me impatiently by my hair and rammed her strap-on right to the back of my throat. I started to gag and tried to pull away, but Ms. Wakefield screwed my head even harder on to her cock. I was choking on it! Now I tried frantically to escape her, disobeying her order to keep my hands behind me. I couldn’t free myself. I couldn’t breathe either, but she was still trying to jam her cock into my throat! Dots started to swim in front of my eyes and I was fading before she gave up. My throat simply wasn’t big enough.

Ms. Wakefield pushed me angrily onto my back. The results of her whip stung fiercely as I hit the floor. “Spread your legs slut, I’m going to fuck you!” “Oh God!” I whimpered, edging backwards like a crippled spider. With one stride she threw herself on top of me, levering my thighs apart with her knees. “Oh no! Please don’t!” She held me down while lining her black penis up with my poor whipped vagina. While I knew that I really wanted to be fucked, I feared her enormous dildo would rupture my tight little cunt. “AAAUUURGHHHH, IT HURTS!” I shrieked as she pushed her huge cock up me. Ms. Wakefield grunted in satisfaction, shoving her strap-on dildo as hard as she could into my tender slit. My little fuck tunnel was stretched open near to bursting point! With each thrust she increased the depth of her stroke until she was ramming the head of her cock against my cervix. I was amazed that I could take it. I cried with the pain, but it felt good too. I especially enjoyed having her on top of me, her big tits bouncing in front of my face while she fucked me.

“You like this, don’t you bitch?” she demanded. “Y.yes Ms Wakefield. It hurts, but I love it!” I moaned. “Tell me how you like it?” she insisted, lust in her eyes. “I like… I like it hard! I like your big cock hard up my cunt! Please fuck me senseless!” Ms. Wakefield was ecstatic at my words and began fucking me faster. She was breathing hard and looking very excited. “You really like it to hurt? Would you like me to hurt you more?” she asked. “Oh yes! Please hurt me more! I want you to rape me!” I pleaded. I could feel myself close to cumming again. “Very well. Get on your knees!” Ms. Wakefield had pulled herself out and was rolling me over before I could react to her words. “No! Oh no!” I yelled, as I realised what was about to happen. “You did say rape… and raped you shall be!” she hissed venomously.

Despite all my terrified attempts to break free, Ms. Wakefield’s grip on my waist was immovable. As I felt the head of her hard rubber penis against my virgin anus, I knew true horror. “OOOWWWW! HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!” I begged, calling piteously for assistance that didn’t exist. Ms. Wakefield pushed slowly but irresistibly against my little pink brown hole, opening it wider and wider. “UUUUURRRRHH! DON’T! PLEASE DON’T!” My tight anal ring stretched until it was as taut as a drum skin, yet still the head of her penis could not fully enter. My anus just couldn’t expand any further. Ms. Wakefield growled in frustration, “I – will – fuck – your – arse!” She gripped my pelvis with her cruelly strong fingers and thrust with all her might. “HHHUUUUUUUAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!” my throat burned with my ragged animal scream. I felt my anus tear as she forced her enormous cock to burst through and penetrate deep into my rectum! “Ah yes, you little whore,” Ms. Wakefield cried with triumph, “take my cock!” I screamed myself hoarse as she sodomized me violently. Her hips banged hard against my buttocks each time her cock went right up my poor violated bum. Her penis felt like a red hot knife; a knife she was stabbing my rectum with.

“OH Ms. WAKEFIELD, PLEASE STOP! PLEASE TAKE IT OUT!” I howled for mercy as she raped me. I could hardly see for the tears in my eyes. “When I’ve finished… you little cunt!” She pounded into me faster and faster. I could hear her breathing like an accelerating steam engine. “When… I’ve… cum! Ah fuck… I’m doing it bitch! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING UP YOUR ARSE!!!” And she was! As well as the blinding pain I could feel a torrent of her hot piss, flood into my rectum. Ms. Wakefield was pissing up my bum! This was enough to tip me over the edge. Even though the pain of anal rape was unbearable, I started to orgasm! Powerful spasms of unbelievable pleasure surged through my tits and cunt! “OH FUCK ME TO DEATH!!!” I blurted out uncontrollably as my body shook in pain and lust. Ms. Wakefield continued to bugger me, pissing all the time as she climaxed. I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

“Althea? Wake up my dear.” I came to, lying on my side, to find Ms. Wakefield bending over me. She had removed her strap-on dildo, and the rest of her sex uniform. “What…? What happened Ms Wakefield?” I was rather confused. “You passed out my poor darling girl. I was so cruel to you, but I did enjoy it! Do you forgive me?” she asked me quietly. She was holding me gently, a look of deep concern on her face. I considered briefly the abuse she had put me through before answering, “There is nothing to forgive. I… I think I love you!” A broad grin broke out on Ms. Wakefield’s face. “Oh my darling!” she cried joyfully, cradling me in her arms. We kissed, tears running down both our faces. “Let’s go to bed. We’ll have a little rest before dinner.” She helped me to my feet, then supported me as I hobbled to her bedroom.

“Ms. Wakefield, my bottom…?” “Aah, I had forgotten. Just wait right here. I’ll be back in a minute.” I lent against a dressing table, straining to hold the vast quantity of urine in my bowels. Ms. Wakefield returned promptly with a large glass jug and two wine glasses. She placed the jug on the carpet and helped me squat over it. Her piss flowed from my arse like a waterfall. I gasped at the pain of its passage through my lacerated anus, but the relief was considerable when I had finished. “My poor little baby, you’re bleeding from your arse hole!” After putting the jug and glasses on the night stand, she pulled back the covers and helped me into her bed. Carefully parting my bum cheeks, Ms Wakefield examined my anus. “It’s not too bad. Perhaps if I kiss it, I can make it better.” Ever so tenderly she kissed my arse hole. So delicately did she kiss and lick my anus, that it hardly hurt at all. I felt so very much loved. “There, all better. Hardly bleeding at all now,” she assured me, patting me gently on my rear. She poured two glasses of piss and handed one to me. “Here’s to us Althea,” she toasted, raising her glass and clinking it with mine. “To us,” I agreed, and we drained our glasses. After drinking another glass of piss each, Ms. Wakefield hugged me to her breast. I fell asleep suckling on her nipple.

– The End –

 

This story really happened about 6 months ago. This is a true story that happened between my sister-in-law and me. My name is Bill I am 36 and my sister-in-law Louise is 33. I have always liked Louise and have fantasized about her a lot and have always wanted to know what it would be like to have sex with her. I have never planned to take her by force and the thought of raping her had never occurred to me before. I am really a nice guy that was caught up in a situation that happened by chance and not by any plan. Louise is an attractive woman with a great body who never would consider a sexual relationship outside her marriage. I have on occasion told her how I felt about her and she laughed it off and didn’t think I was serious about my feelings for her.

Louise works for an insurance company and my wife Mary and I purchased a series of polices from my sister-in-law’s company. My wife Mary informed me that Louise was dropping off polices for us to sign and return.

Wednesday morning at 10:00 I heard a knock on the kitchen door and I went to answer it, it was Louise I opened the door and said to her. “Hi my lovely sister-in-law how are you today.” She laughed and came in to the kitchen and said to me.” I have your insurance policies you and Mary need to review and sign and let me know when you have signed them and I will get them back to the company.” I said to her “Do you want a cup of coffee I was just going to get one for myself?” She said, “Yes I have time to sit and have a coffee.” I noticed that she looked very nice today; she had on a short dress that zipped up the back and the pastel blue color made her look hot. “I said to her you look very nice in that dress, the color looks great on you.” Louise smiled and said “Thanks for the compliment I like this color and I just bought this dress yesterday.”

Louise said “Mary told me that she bought new curtains for all the bedrooms to match the carpets that you just put in.” I said to her “We just finished putting them up last night and they really do look nice.” Louise said, “I would love to see them and see how they match everything.” I said “Sure we can go upstairs to the bedrooms and look at them if you want.” She said to me. “Let’s go.” We stood up from the table and Louise started to walk down the hall and upstairs as I followed her. I couldn’t help notice how great she looked and my cock got hard thinking about her. We went into the spare bedroom first and she looked at the curtains on the window and she said they look great they really match the new carpet. I stood in the doorway looking at her and thinking to myself I would love to make love to my pretty sister-in-law who I was really turned on thinking about her, and that someday I would try to make love to her.

We walked out of the spare bedroom and into our bedroom; Louise walked up to the curtains and said. “Wow this color really makes this room look great, the rugs and the bedspread really match.” I don’t know what came over me, but the thought of my pretty sister-in-law and me in our bedroom alone was more than I could take, I knew at this moment I wanted her. I walked up to Louise and as she was looking at the curtains I put my hands on her shoulders and said to her. “I am glad that you like them, Mary will be so happy.” Louise turned her head and my face was close to hers as I said to her. “I just want to say how lovely you look in that dress and I am turned on by how you look today”

Louise said to me. “Thank you for saying that but I think we should go back down stairs as I have to go back to work.” I think she realized that she might be in a compromising situation. I continued to look into her eyes as I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me I knew that she could feel my hard cock against her ass. She tried to pull away from me, I reached up and gripped her hair and pulled her head back and kissed her lips as she struggled against me. I slid my tongue into her mouth as she tried to turn her head but I held her head in place as I kissed her lips. I reached up with my other hand and grasped the zipper on her dress and quickly unzipped her dress. She broke off the kiss and said to me. “Bill!!!!! What are you doing to me?” “Please stop now!!!!!” “Please stop.” “Please don’t do this.”

I pulled her head back harder and gripped one of her arms and held it behind her back and said to her. “Stop struggling with me now, and listen to me, be quiet and do as I tell you.” “I want you to take off your dress now.” Louise struggled some more and said to me. “Please don’t do this to me, I can’t let this happen to me now.” I said to her “Be quiet and stop struggling and do what I say, either remove your dress or I will tear it off of you” “do you understand?”

I let go of her arm and reached up and pulled the dress off of her shoulders. “Just let it drop to the floor, Do it now!!! Let your arms down to you side so that I can pull your dress off of you.” She looked at me and pleaded with me “Please Bill don’t do this to me, it is wrong and you will get into trouble if you don’t stop.” I pulled her head back and said to her. I said” let me take your dress off now and I don’t want tell you again, and I don’t want you to struggle with me again.” Louise lowered her arms and I slid the dress down off her arms and it fell to the floor. I said to her, “Step out of the dress and step out of your shoes do it now.” She took one step backward and stepped out of her shoes and the dress. I turned her around and held an arm behind her back as I said to her. “I want you to kiss me hard without any hesitation.”

I leaned over and kissed her hard and slid my tongue into her mouth as she struggled to resist my kisses. I broke off the kiss and turned her back around and pulled her arms up to her back and said to her. “I want you to walk over to the bed now” I pushed her across the room to the bed. I spun her around so she was facing me and I kissed her hard on the lips, as she fought my hard kiss I pushed her backward on the bed and quickly got on the bed and pinned her arms over her head with my knees, I then reached over into the night stand and opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs that I had kept in there for anticipation of bondage games with Mary.

I quickly handcuffed her left wrist to the bed post Louise was struggling and pleading with me to stop.” OH God Bill!!!!!! Please stop don’t do this to me. “Let me go please! I ignored her pleas and took her right wrist and handcuffed it to the bed. She pleaded with me again. “What are you doing to me?” Please let me go! I don’t want this to happen to me it is wrong and we will both be sorry that it happened.” “Bill think about your marriage and how it will be destroyed if you do this to me.” My sister will never forgive you for this.” I got off the bed and went to the closet and pulled out my bag of other bondage equipment I had purchased. I pulled out a ball gag. “Louise saw this and said to me. “Don’t do this please!!!!!!” I went back to the bed and grabbed her hair and pulled her head back and said to her. “It is too late for me to stop, I want this to happen now I have always wanted you and I am so turned on with you I can’t stop, do you understand me, this is going to happen to you now.” “Open you mouth do it now!” She tried to turn her head but I held her head in place and said to her. “I said open you mouth now” as I pulled back on her head.

She opened her mouth and I slipped the ball gag into her mouth.” I said to her “Louise bite down on the ball hard as you can, do it now.” I buckled the ball gag in place as she continued to moan and protest what I was doing.

I got off the bed and took a blindfold out of the bag and slipped it over her eyes and fastened it into place.

I then went into the bag and took out a set of ankle restraints, as I went to put one on her left ankle, Louise started kicking her feet to keep me from tying her ankles. I then held her ankles down on the bed I then lay across her legs holding them in place I secured the loop around her left ankle and tied it to bottom bed post and pulled it tight and then looped the other restraint to her right ankle and tied that to the other bedpost pulling it tight making sure her legs were spread apart.

I then got off the bed and stood looking at my bound sister-in-law spread eagled struggling on the bed, she was twisting and moaning through the ball gag as she protested what I had done to her. I looked at her body only covered by her bra and panties and I knew that I wanted her more than anything else and that I couldn’t or wouldn’t turn back now as my rock hard cock was at full hardness. I stood at the bottom of the bed and said to her. “Louise!!! Louise! Quit struggling and let this happen I want you more than anything.” “I want your lovely naked body to make love too and to touch, kiss, caress”. “Brother-in-laws desire their sister-in-law’s and want to make love to them.” “This happens a lot, many Brother-in-Law’s end up fucking their sister-in-law and this is going happen to you, I have always wanted this to happen to you.”

Louise continued to twist and struggle on the bed, as I continued to look at my lovely sister-in-law bound and gagged and blindfolded, my head was spinning and my throat was dry; my heart was pounding as I knew what was going to happen. I was going to rape Louise and make her submit to me, I knew that she wouldn’t consent freely so I knew that I would take her by force and I was turned on by the thought that my helpless sister-in-law was tied to my bed and that I was going to rape her. I wanted this more that anything else, and my only thought was how good it would feel when I drove my I drove my hard 10″ cock into her cunt and fucked her hard.

I said to her. “Louise I am going to do this to you, you can either consent to do this and let me make love to you or I can rape you into submission.” “It is up to you which way it happens.” “Do you understand me.”? “I am going to ask you now, are you going to let this happen and make love to me.” Louise struggled and twisted on the bed as she shook her head no and moaned in the ball gag “NO! NO! NO!”

I said to her “lay here and think about it.” “I am going to take a shower and then comeback and you can decide then my sweet sister-in-law.”

I picked up my bathrobe and went into the bathroom and started taking a shower. I was so turned on knowing that I had my lovely pretty sister-in-law tied to my bed and I was going to fuck her like she had never been fucked before. The hot water sprayed on my body as I looked down at my rock hard cock and knew that I would soon be fucking my sister-in-law. I thought about all the things that had transpired I had forced her to remove her dress and I had tied her to the bed, and I knew that I was going to rape Louise; the thought of this turned me on knowing that I was finally going to get my wife’s sister and have her completely. I thought if I do this once I will want to do it again and again. I would have to rape Louise several more times, this thought turned me on, as my cock got harder.

I turned off the water and dried myself and my 10″ hard cock was still rigid as I thought about what was going to happen soon. I put on my bathrobe and walked back into my bedroom. Louise was still struggling and moaning in the gag. I walked up to the bed and crawled up between her spread eagled legs and I touched her bra covered breasts. I said to her. “Louise my lovely sister-in-law, you need to decide what is going to happen to you, let me ask you again will you do it with me willingly and make love to your hot brother-in-law.” I looked down at her as she was struggling and shook her head no several times, and moaned in the ball gag “no! No! No!” I was rubbing her breasts through her bra. I knew now that I was going to rape Louise and I wanted to do this.

I reached into the bag and took out a pair of scissors and slid them under the front of her bra and cut the tab of the bra between her breasts and then I cut each strap on her shoulder, I then pulled the bra in pieces off of her and tossed it on the floor. I looked down at her and said. “I can’t help myself Louise I want you and I am going to take you.” “You are going to be raped by me again and again” I cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples trying to get them hard, She shook her head no and moaned into the ball gag, I then placed the scissors on the side of her panties and cut up the top and pulled her panties from her.

Louise started to twist and turn on the bed fighting the tightness of the restraints knowing I was going to take her, as she knew now that she was naked and that I was going to take her and she was going to be raped, I was extremely turned on by the sight of my naked and bound sister-in-law struggling on my bed with the restraints holding her on the bed, waiting for me to take her. I let my bathrobe slide off my body and I tossed it on the floor.

I reached down and touched her nipples and rubbed them to hardness and leaned over and kissed and sucked them as I felt her struggle I was completely turned on now and I couldn’t ever turn back I had to have Louise and take her body as mine, I didn’t care about the consequences of rape only the thought that I am taking my lovely sister-in-law. I slid my hand down to her cunt and rubbed her cunt with my hand I slid two fingers into her cunt as I started to finger fuck her as I licked and nibbled her nipples. I rubbed her cunt and found her clit, which I rubbed to hardness as she twisted and moaned on the bed.

I continued to finger fuck her as I kissed down her body to her navel, I wanted this more that anything else as I kissed and licked her navel. I kissed down the outside of her left leg to her toes, moving slowly down her leg kissing and licking her leg, I licked and sucked her toes and began to kiss up the inside of her left leg making sure that I didn’t kiss her cunt yet. Louise twisted and bucked all over the bed pulling on the restraints trying to get away. I then licked and sucked her navel and started kissing down the outside of her right leg all the way to her toes, taking my time I kissed and licked up the inside of her leg stopping to lick and kiss her lovely leg as I continued all the way up to her navel. Louise fought what I was doing to her as she screamed into the ball gag for me to let her go. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and I slid down so that I was facing her cunt. I wanted to eat her out and taste the hot cunt juices in my mouth. I said to her “My pretty sister-in-law you are going to be eaten out by your hot brother-in-law.” I heard her plead into the gag “Please don’t I can’t let this happen to me.” “Please stop! Please stop!”

I started to I lick the lips of her cunt as she twisted on the bed trying to keep me from tongue fucking her. It was too late I held her legs down on the bed as I slid my tongue into my sister-in-law’s cunt as her body struggled on the bed. I knew now that I was raping my lovely hot sister-in-law as my head spun thinking how turned on I was doing this to her. My heart was pounding as I started to slide my tongue in and out of her cunt as I sucked her cunt as I was beside myself with desire for her and couldn’t stop if I wanted too.

My tongue found her clit, I sucked it to hardness and it grew in size from my tongue action I was giving it, She was struggling and pulling on the restraints trying to get loose. I heard Louise moan as I felt her start to relax her body. I knew that the tongue fucking I was giving her was having an effect on her. I wanted her to surrender to me, I would eat her out until I made her cum I knew that I would, because when I had eaten out Mary’s cunt she came several times and loved being eaten out. I wanted her sister to want it too from me. I continued the tongue assault on Louise’s clit and I felt her start to pump her hips up to my mouth. I felt her body shake as she came hard into my mouth I sucked her cunt juices as fast as I could as I continued to eat her cunt she came again and again. Each time I sucked her cunt dry trying to consume every bit of her cunt juices, I thought to myself; god how I want this. I knew that Louise was hot now and was ready for me to take her.

I then rose up and started kissing up her body I licked her navel and moved to her breasts which I had neglected for awhile and now I wanted to suck them for hours, but my cock was rock hard and I wanted to fuck my sister-in-law more than anything else. I reached up and undid the ball gag and kissed her lips she turned her head and said to me. “How could you do this to me, I am your wife’s sister and It is wrong for you to do this to your wife’s sister.” I said to her “Louise I have always wanted you and sooner or later this would have happened, most brother-in-law’s end up having a hot sexual relationship with their sister-in-law’s. Many brother-in-law’s end up raping their sister-in-law’s and this is what is happening to you., “Bill!!!!!! Please stop and let me go.” “I promise I will never tell anyone what happened between us.” I said to her “Louise I want you and I can’t stop now I want this hot body and now I am going to fuck you hard and fast.” “I am so turned on I can’t and won’t stop, you need to be raped and I am going to continue to rape you.”

I leaned forward and grabbed her hair and pulled it back and said to her. “I want to here you say that you want to be raped by your hot brother-in-Law, say it to me now.” “Say it!!! Say it” Louise struggled and moaned and said, “Please no!” “Don’t make me say or do it.” I pulled her head back and said to her. “I told you to say it to me!!!!! And I want to hear it from you now.””

I twisted her head back as I pinched her nipples. Louise swallowed hard and said to me in a whispering voice. “I want to be raped by my hot –brother-in-law:” “Say it loud to me again and again Louise. Louise swallowed hard again and moaned as she said to me “I want to be raped by my hot brother-in-law” “I want to be raped by my hot brother-in-law” “I want to be raped by my hot brother-in-law” “I want to be raped by my hot brother-in-law”. I said to her “That’s right baby you do want me rape you and now I am going to take your blindfold off so that you can see me fucking you.”

I removed her blindfold and said to her “I want you to look at my hard 10” cock as I slide it into your cunt. She stared at my huge cock and said to me “Please Bill don’t put that huge cock in me I won’t be able to take it in me.” I said to her “I want to here you beg me to fuck you hard and fast.” “Say it to me now over and over again as I slide my hot hard cock into you.” I placed my cock into the entrance of her cunt as I kissed her. Louise resigned herself to the fact that she knew she had to say the things I told her to say.

“Please fuck me now.” I slid my cock into her cunt as she pleaded with me.” Please fuck me with your cock I want you to fuck me hard and fast, “fuck me” “fuck me” “fuck me”

I started to fuck my sister-in-law hard and fast now the rape of my sister-in-law was complete, I would have her totally and completely. I drove my cock in and out of her hot cunt I wanted her to feel my huge cock in her fucking her like she had never been fucked before. She knew she couldn’t stop what was happening as she thrust her hips up to me trying to get more of my cock into her, I continued to drive my cock into this hot cunt. I licked and kissed her nipples as she moaned deeply.

“You like the fact that your brother-in-law is fucking you deep and you love my hot cock in you”, “you want me to rape you again and again don’t you my hot sister-in-law.” Louise knew that I wasn’t going to stop fucking her and that she was forced to say things to me that she knew I wanted to hear.

“OH god Bill!!!!!”” “Your hot cock feels so good in me I never had a cock like this in me before, but it is wrong for us to do this” “This is going to destroy our marriages” As Louise thrust her hips up to meet my penetration of my cock into her she said to me.

“I want to be raped again and again by you.” “Please take me by force and fuck me hard with your big cock” I knew she loved having a big cock in her cunt, I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her off the bed so that I could fuck her deeper. I felt the heat building up in my cock and I knew that I was going to cum deep in Louise’s cunt. I felt the cum racing to the tip of my cock as I shot a load of my hot cum deep into Louise’s cunt. I said to her “feel your hot brother-in-law’s cum filling your hot cunt my hot sister-in-law. I will do this a lot from now on.” I continued to fuck her hard as I came again and again in her cunt, as I drove my rock hard piston into her as she twisted on the bed, pulling on the restraints that held her on the bed.

I shot more cum deep into her. I wanted my hot sister-in-law to feel my hot cum going deep in her body as I continued to drive my rock hard cock into this hot cunt. I now knew that the rape of my sister-in-law was complete and that I was completely turned on by what I had done to her, and I knew that deep down that I wanted to rape her for a long time and now I had done it. I knew I would rape her again as I wanted to do other things to my hot sister-in-law, someday she would surrender completely to me and give herself to me willingly.

I collapsed on the bed as my hot cock slid out of her slick cunt, Louise just laid there with her eyes closed and her head turned away from me. I said to her “I wanted you, I am sorry that I took you this way but I knew you wouldn’t consent to do it with me.” I reached over and removed the handcuffs from her wrists and undid the restraints on her ankles. She rolled over and looked at me and said to me. “I can’t believe that you raped me and made me say all of those things I said.” “We have both destroyed our marriages by what has happened” “How am I going to face Mary knowing that her husband has fucked her sister”

I leaned over to Louise and said to her “Many brother-in-law’s fuck their sister-in-law’s and do it very discretely I wanted you and I want to do it with you in the future. I took her hair and pulled it back and kissed her hard as I thrust my tongue into her mouth and said to her. “My hot sister-in-law I wanted you and I took you, I going to have you again, you can either give yourself to me willingly or I going to rape you again. I don’t care about our marriage vows or anything else except fucking you as much as I want.”

“Do you understand me, I am going to have you again and don’t try to make me feel guilty and if you say anything I will tell Mary that you agreed to do it and came here with the idea of fucking her husband, who do you think she will believe.”

“Do you understand what I am telling you?” Louise swallowed hard as she looked into my eyes as she meekly said to me. “Yes I understand what you want from me.”

“Please!!! Don’t do it to me again. “We are going to get caught sooner or later.” I kissed her lips hard again as I pinched and rubbed her nipples and said to her. “We are going to do this again and again, no one will ever find out about it.” “You are mine now and I want you again.” “I want you to get up take a shower get dressed and go home and think about how good my 10″ cock felt in you fucking you deep and how good it will feel in the future.” I knew that Louise liked my stiff hard cock in her by the way she responded to me as I fucked her, I knew that she would someday want me to fuck her again and again.

…to be continued…

WARNING, do not repeat any of the acts I describe here. They were stupid and dangerous and could have resulted in serious injury or death. This is a true personal account of how I got involved with bdsm and electric play as an ignorant person blind to the deadliness of my homemade toys. It was extremely stupid and dangerous and I could have killed myself multiple times. I am not posting this as any form of encouragement to others and I would discourage everyone from starting down this path especially at an early age.

I am a grown adult now but got into bdsm, electric play, and self bondage on my own early in life with absolutely no influence from anyone else. Until posting this story to the net it has been a complete and dark secret of mine. It is a bad idea to say what exact age I started but let’s just say it was the very beginning of puberty.

I was playing with an instructional electronics kit and made a mistake involving a relay and an audio transformer and produced a square-wave ac signal. I touched the transformer output by mistake and felt a shock. The feeling immediately captured my interest so I explored further by touching two wires to various parts of my body. Fortunately, I knew enough safety to not do anything stupid like connect a circuit across the heart. After playing with feet, legs and butt cheeks i tried sticking one wire up my ass and touching the other one just on the outside. With the contact area of single bare wires being so small the sensation was instant pinpoint burning pain. I didn’t like that right away but I knew there had to be something worth further investigation.

The first step in my exploration was to go from a mistake to a serious electro shock circuit. I used a simple relay interrupter hooked up to pulse into a transformer. The frequency was too high at first and produced a tickle buzzy kind of feeling. I added a capacitor across the relay to slow it down. After playing with different values I got the frequency down to about 50hz which caused the most powerful muscle contractions. The overall sensation wasn’t strong enough so I found ways to produce more output. More batteries helped and the audio transformer was very small so I pulled a larger one out of a broken radio. That made it all too strong so I added a variable resistor adjust the output intensity.

Next, it was time to build and test various electrodes to see what they felt like. Larger surface area contacts produced less burning and more of a deeper shock than small contacts. Also, if one electrode was large and the other was small then all of the sensation of shock would come from the smaller side. It was fun to place a large foil contact on each butt cheek and cause powerful contractions. From internal anal experimentation, I found that the greatest sensitivity and muscle response was only 1/2 to 1 inch inside. I placed an electrode deep inside thinking it would be better and more sensitive but it didn’t do much even with full power. With low power there was no feeling at all and on higher settings it just produced a weird sick nauseous ache inside that made me want to throw up. It wasn’t very fun and I was worried I would damage some internal organ and abandoned the deep stuff. Back to the outer regions of the anus I discovered that two circular electrodes around the probe produced pain but not much in the way of contractions. Side-by-side contacts running front to back caused a powerful response. Using the large transformer and touching the battery to it manually for just one shock pulse caused a contraction hard enough to jerk my whole lower body around.

It is hard to remember or describe exactly what I first liked about doing this. The sensations were just so addictive. It was unexplainable but I just liked this specific kind of pain from electricity and liked it best in my anus and nowhere else. I wanted more of it and I could not be stopped. I kept getting used to the shock level and wanting a more and more powerful sensation. I started adding more batteries and an even bigger transformer. The circuit was finally capable of an output level so high I could not work up the raw nerve to turn the resistor all the way down.

Again I got used to this and after a while I got bored with all of the things I could do to myself willingly. I wanted to feel out of control and push my limits of pain so I hooked an off switch up to a wind-up mechanical timer to produce a timed shock. I would try to just lay still and take it until the timer ran out but any level of shock I could start with would become too small after a while so I had to keep reaching over and turning up the shock to get more effect. That was fixed by hooking up a second timer to the variable resistor so the intensity would start out very small and automatically build up to maximum. It was exciting because the resistor didn’t always move smoothly and sometimes there would be big sudden jumps in shock level. After I no longer needed my hands to adjust the device I started to tie myself up somewhat to pretend I was stuck in place. At first I would always test it out first briefly at maximum with the electrode in my ass and make sure I could really tolerate it full strength before I started it up. Eventually that got boring too and I wanted true surprise. I started adding an extra battery and starting the timers without knowing how strong it was going to be when the resistor reached zero. Again it was not enough because even with all the timers there was still some level of control since i could always just reach over and turn it off any time. I wanted total loss of control combined with helpless submission to an unknown amount of pain.

This was the point where it became a true twisted obsession even at such a young age. I was addicted to this exact type of anal pain and nothing else would turn me on. I didn’t even learn to masturbate until after I started playing with electricity and now I was so jaded I couldn’t pleasure myself one bit without it. Here is the kind of extreme self-bondage scene I was into less than a year after starting down this path:

I would start by hot-melt gluing a 1 1/2 inch diameter, 6-inch long dual-contact electrode into my ass so it wouldn’t fall out when I thrashed around. Hot melt glue wont stick to the inside smooth skin of the rectum but it will stick to the outer butt cheeks. I didn’t have any hair in that region yet but if I did it would have pulled it off for sure. The burning of the melted glue against my skin was like an exciting teaser for all the pain about to come. The glue kept it in there pretty good but not enough to prevent removal so I also used a harness of metal cable threaded through a hole in the end of the probe and secured with a lock.

The power source was very advanced now. It had a delayed start timer, measured shock duration timer, and automatic power level increase timer. It sat 6 feet away from the bed and locked into a desk drawer. The heavy power cable was taken from a thick outdoor extension cord and ran out and over to the bed and around a bed post several times to prevent any pulling from removing it from the shock source. From there it ran up onto the bed and into the probe in my ass. It was tied to the metal cable harness very well to prevent being pulled out of the probe. My feet were tied spread eagle to the bed posts with just a bit of slack and there was a restraint pulling one hand over my head using a combination lock and stretching out fully. I kept the other hand free to masturbate but made sure there was no way using all of my strength it could ever remove the electrode or free myself.

The room was pitch dark but there was a light on a regular wall timer set to turn on just after the session was completed. Once I closed that combination lock on my hand there was absolutely no return because I could not see the dial in the dark. Sometimes I hesitated a second or two but never failed to click that lock shut and seal my fate for the next hour.

It was an unbelievable feeling just waiting there in the dark anticipating what was about to happen. Adrenaline pumping in my veins and my heart beating fast. Counting out the seconds and listening to the muffled sound of timers ticking away in the drawer wondering when it would start. Questions dancing in my mind like how long until the power level built up to pain and exactly how much shock was i going to get this time when the resistor reached zero and let the full unrestricted shock flow into my anus? Did I set the timers right and what if the off switch didn’t work this time?

When the shock started it was always just a small tickle at first but the sexual excitement was undeniable. After about 6 minutes it went from tickle to slight pain and I started to masturbate. The charge slowly increased and the feeling was pure pleasure so strong I’d get a ringing in my ears. It was a careful timed sort of masturbation. If I came too fast then I wouldn’t get the full effect of the shock but if I waited too long the pain would get so high it would halt the pleasure dead in its tracks. After the orgasm hit me and started to fade, the shock-induced pleasure that was my friend would turn against me and become all pain without pleasure. Still, the timer on the resistor ticked down, slowly but monotonously turning up the voltage bit by bit with the occasional small jump as the resistor stuck a bit as it rotated. Just a few minutes more and it hurt so bad I twisted around in bed straining at the restraints in vain. It was no fun now, why did I do this to myself? … and it was too late to ask now. My mind racing over escape plans but nothing, I was just too thorough for my own good. I couldn’t stop it no matter what I did. My whole ass was on fire now, muscles clenching, agony ripping through my rectum. I used a homemade gag (also locked into my mouth with a metal cable) to prevent screaming out loud and would end up panting through my nostrils as fast as possible because of the pain. Still the level of shock increased and now the pain seemed to extend out from my rectum into my whole pelvis. Maybe it took my breath away so much I could not even have screamed without the gag even if I tried because I was truly gasping for air as quickly as possible just to survive. There was no way of knowing how much time was left or if the power was all the way up yet. How can you even begin to keep track of time when you are crazed senseless with so much pain. It just went on and on like that for about 40 more minutes while I cried continuous silent tears and sometimes convulsed helplessly knowing there was absolutely no escape from pain until the timer ran out and this was all my own doing.

That was the exact mental feeling I grew addicted to, being helpless in pain from my own actions and I had perfected a way of achieving it on my own any time I wanted it. When the shock timer finally finished ticking down it would turn off the shock and my body collapsed like a rag doll. Maybe a minute or two later the light timer activated and lit the room so I could see to undo the lock on my hand. It was hard to do with the pain still so strong my fingers would be weak and shaking making mistakes while trying to dial the combination. I would look down and see my whole body so dripping with sweat that I had soaked an outline of a myself into the sheet. I was prepared with water in my room to rehydrate. In a weird way I was proud that I was able to do this thing to myself like I had achieved something worthy of praise but also so embarrassing it was impossible to share with any other person.

Sleep never mattered to me, when I got the craving. Sometimes I would repeat the whole process three times in a single night. I had this unreachable fantasy of going further and forcing myself to take it in one big dose until I lost consciousness. I got aroused just picturing myself laying unconscious on the bed but still jerking around from the shocks. I never did find a way to reach that point on my own.

Eventually, I realized this path of increasing risk and pain was leading to something permanent and bad. My will to survive is strong, so I quit cold-turkey and pushed it all deep into the back of my mind. I blend in perfectly now, just another boring vanilla middle class member of the masses doing everything the same way as everyone else. Breaking out for just a second to share this once secret story with you.

-voltsjolts

– The End –

Together we knelt at the altar; the priest’s words filled the small church; the congregation of our friends and family were all there to wish us a wonderful married live together..

I couldn’t take my eyes from my darling Margie’s smiling face; she looked so beautiful; such a lovely, pure and innocent thing, and about to become my wife.

Now we were one together – man and wife.

The fairytale continued – dancing, laughing, kissing and throughout everything a pure, wonderful love for each other.

More laughter and joy and kisses as we drove from the reception amid the wishes of our friends and loved ones.

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It was just two months since my marriage and I was disturbed that I had that old feeling coming back. I’d thought that my marriage would put and end to all of that. I hesitated just a moment and then excitedly walked from my car and into the men’s toilet block.

Look at the glory hole in the wall. There’s someone in the next cubicle. Stroke my cock; let him see me. Ah! Here comes his cock through the hole. Mmmmmm, it is so good to suck!

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Life was so good. Married just six months, and my wife was so sweet and angelic, so pure and so loving. It seemed strange that I needed to do this other thing. My sex life with Margie was so good and yet I couldn’t help myself. I now had several men whom I met regularly for mutual sucking and fucking. I slipped into the toilet and entered the cubicle. Good! Here was my friend waiting. I quickly slipping into the cubicle with him and in a moment I was down and sucking his cock.

Tony grinned down at me and then bending closer he whispered, “I saw you with your wife the other day. Shit! I’d love to fuck that lovely little slut”.

I was stunned! I was shocked! I was outraged! I threatened and abused him as I pushed my way out of the door.

I got into the car; how could he think to speak of my beautiful innocent wife in such a way.

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The day was nearly over. I’d gradually forgotten the disgust I’d felt when Tony had spoken of my wife in that way.

I lay back on the bed. Margie came back into the room and I thrilled at the sight of her in the sexy little baby-doll nightie that she now wore.

Suddenly Tony’s words came back to me – “I’d love to fuck the lovely little slut”.

I was disgusted with myself for remembering. I tried to shut the thoughts out of my mind.

Margie leaned over and kissed me. My hands slipped under her nightie and found her small, firm breasts.

Again the thought of Tony came involuntarily and unwanted into my mind. I was disgusted. The fact that I kept remembering him and what he had said seemed to degrade my lovely, innocent wife in some way. I angrily put the thought from my head.

I eased Marg’s nightie up over her tits and up around her shoulders. She is so beautiful and so pure and lovely I thought to myself. Off with her panties and I was between her naked thighs and locating my hard cock into her wet and slippery cunt.

I suddenly found myself thinking of how Tony had told me that he would love to fuck her in this very way.

I kept consciously putting the thought out of my mind, but just as soon as I did so, the thought would unconsciously come back to me.

I soon found myself quite wantonly thinking of Tony fucking Margie as I was fucking her. I realised that I was finding a perverted excitement in the thought of him fucking my lovely, darling wife.

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Tony had been somewhat surprised when, the next time that we met, I had excitedly asked if he’d seen my wife again. The last time I had left him, it was with abuse, and now I was encouraging him to talk degradingly about Margie.

We discussed her in detail, and I described everything that I did to her in the marriage bed.

Things moved rapidly after that. It was only a matter of weeks later that Tony, full of enthusiasm, had suggested showing porno magazines to Marg in an attempt to corrupt her morals; he now handed me several of these for the purpose, and then asked “do you think you’d be able to get any porno photos of the slut, if I loaned you my Polaroid”.

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I’d hesitated and hesitated before showing Marg the porno magazines. With her strict Catholic upbringing I was uncertain as to how she would take to them. Finally, urged on by my lust, I took the plunge and told her that I’d brought home some porno that had been doing the rounds at work. She took to them in a fashion that could only be described as lustful. I was thrilled with her response.

Perhaps it was the years of indoctrination by the nuns, which was now misfiring and having a reverse affect on her. What ever it was, the fact remains that Margie was, not only thrilled and excited by them, but was very definitely sexually stimulated into doing a great many of the things that she saw in the lewd and obscene pictures.

“How would you like to suck him”, I ventured one night as she looked through one of the magazines.

Marg giggled and I was encouraged to go further; “how would you like to be in that position with him up you like that”.

More giggles.

“I’d like to see you sucking on someone else while I was fucking you” I told her.

Margie’s response showed me that I’d found the line that marked her limits. She was happy to talk about it but she wouldn’t actually do it.

Well we’d have to work on that and see if we couldn’t move that demarcation line.

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It wasn’t as easy to get Marg to pose for the photos as it had been to introduce her to the porno magazines, but nevertheless, I eventually got some good ones of her with spread legs and gaping cunt. The photos thrilled Tony. I think it showed him that I was serious in my aim to degrade my wife, and that I really would do what ever it took to set Margie up for him get to fuck her.

The first thing was for the two of them to meet and become friends. We soon had that arranged, and before long, Tony was a regular visitor at our house.

I soon told Marg that it was Tony who supplied the porno to us. The next step, which we soon achieved, was for us to start handing the porno magazines back and forth in Marg’s presence.

Next was to get Marg and Tony to be the ones to handle the porno swapping; this was easily achieved by the simple method of me working on the car and having greasy hands when Tony came for the magazines. I simply called to Marg to get the magazines for Tony, and after a brief hesitation she went and brought them out to him.

“Did you like that lot”, he asked her with a grin.

Margie flushed red with embarrassment but answered with a giggle that she did.

On a few subsequent occasions when Tony came to pick up his magazines, I would ask Marg to get them for him, and soon she started to go and get them for him without any prompting.

We let her get used to this small step before Tony, when receiving the magazines back, started to say to her things such as, “I’ll show you the pic I really like”, and proceed to flip through the magazine to a particularly obscene or explicit picture of a girl with two or three guys fucking her mouth, or cunt, or ass, or perhaps all three. “What must a girl feel like with that happening to her”, Tony would say, and Margie would always blush red.

Our next step was to get the three of us watching porno videos together. We achieved this by Tony coming one night with a video, which he said he had to return straight away. At first Marg didn’t want to watch with us, but with just a little coaxing she joined us for the viewing.

Soon, watching porno videos as a threesome became a common occurrence. It was during these porno-viewing sessions that I began to try to touch up Marg while Tony was there with us. She strenuously resisted until finally I one night got her to slip her hand into my pocket and hold onto my rock hard cock through the pocket lining. I caused her great embarrassment by telling Tony of that fact, after the video was finished.

“I really don’t know how you two can just sit there and watch all of this sexy stuff without being all over each other”, Tony commented.

The next time we sat down to watch porno, Tony set things up nicely by again saying something similar. It seemed to be all that Margie needed because this time she let me touch her tits while she slid her hand down the front of my loosened pants and onto my raging hard cock.

“Why don’t you suck me?” I whispered loudly after the video had progressed a little way.

“Shush”! Marg giggled in embarrassment.

“Are you too embarrassed with me here”, Tony laughed, and he got up and dragged his chair forward and on an angle so that we were behind him and he couldn’t see.

“There you are”, he laughed as he sat down once more, “you can go to town now”.

I unzipped my pants and let my cock out. Margie’s mouth was down over it in a moment.

“Ah, that did the trick Tony”, I laughed.

Tony twisted around to look but Marg was so busy sucking that she didn’t notice, and when she finally did see that he was watching us, she just went on lovingly sucking my cock slowly up and down its length.

“Mmmm, you look so sexy Margie”, Tony said as he got up and sat on the arm of the chair to watch us.

Margie glanced at him a couple of times but went on sucking, seemingly quite happy for him to watch her.

Tony unzipped his pants and in a moment was slowly stroking his huge hard cock. Margie now, rather than just glance at him, was watching him continually as she continued sucking on my cock.

“Oooo, hang on”, I moaned, “I’ll fill your mouth if you keep that up”.

“That’s what you usually do”, Marg giggled as she sat up.

“You can suck Tony for a while if you want to”, I said, feeling my throat going funny with the incredible lusting excitement that I was feeling.

She turned to Tony as if to ask if he wanted that too. Nothing was said as their eyes met, and the next thing Margie was sucking Tony’s fabulous cock right into her mouth.

At last! This was it!

I stripped Marg’s blouse and bra off as she sucked on Tony’s cock. She automatically moved her arms to assist. Now her skirt and panties. Ah! Here was my wife stark naked for us, and so obviously ready for us to use and fuck.

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It was only a matter of weeks since that first threesome session with Tony but I could already see that I was no longer the one in control. It was Tony who made all the running now. It was he who told Margie what to do, and it was he who continually introduced Margie to ever more perverse practises.

In just three short weeks he had introduced anal fucking, the use of dildos, bondage, and even pissing.

I could see that Tony wanted my wife to be a total slut and a harlot, and Margie had so far responded to everything suggested. Even on the night that we took her, looking like a prostitute, and showed her off like a whore, she hadn’t complained. In fact, far from complaining, she had loved doing it. Of course I made no complaint either; I loved what was happening to my wife and my marriage.

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At first, Margie treated the whippings as a bit of fun; “I probably won’t be able too take much” she had laughed. But the beatings had rapidly become serious and I’d been amazed at the way Margie had responded by becoming a willing participant.

During the first few whippings, Marg had endured as much as she could, but called for frequent rests before then giving Tony the go-ahead to continue. After those first couple of times, quite rapidly in fact, Marg had dispensed with those short breaks and had just clenched her teeth and taken more and more of the terrible lashings that Tony so eagerly gave her.

I’d felt embarrassed by Margie’s anguished gasps and screams, and embarrassed at letting the whippings go ahead; after all I was supposed to protect and look after my wife; but, on the couple of times that I felt that things were getting out of hand and I’d tried to intervene, it had been Margie herself who had told me to let the whipping continue.

Tony made no secret whatsoever about his love of hurting and degrading Margie; he laughed at her screams and the fiery, red welts that the whip left across her soft, pale flesh thrilled him. “Expect no mercy from me”, he had laughed, “I’ll keep hurting you as long as you can take it”.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Margie hung suspended by the ropes; she had regained consciousness now that the whipping had ceased. Tony’s lust had really taken charge this time but I’d made no attempt to stop him in his frenzied cruelty, and now, as a result, Marg’s body was red and lacerated and bleeding all over.

“Have you got any salt, or chilli powder, or anything that would sting in her wounds”, Tony casually asked. I went to the kitchen and brought both back to him. Marg was soon screaming and howling with this new pain, and we sat back smiling as we watched her writhing on the end of her supporting ropes.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I stood astride Margie’s body as I held her legs high in the air and wide apart. Tony’s clenched fists simultaneously pulled out of Marg’s greasy cunt and ass with loud slurping sounds. Margie groaned softly and smiled up at me.

“I’ve met an interesting guy on the internet”, Tony said as he again forced his fist into Marg’s ass, “he’s a Satanist and is wanting to do the sorts of things that we do with Margie, but to do it as an offering on a Satanic altar”.

“Fuck”! I exclaimed. “Sounds like a bit of a weirdo”.

“I told him all about you and Margie”, Tony continued as he slowly worked his forearm up into my wife’s anal passage. “He says that Margie, being a Catholic and married, would be his ideal, especially if you were involved as her husband”.

I felt a shiver of excitement but was that really taking things too far.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

This was bizarre! John had wanted to know every detail about my marriage. He’d been thrilled to hear of Margie’s strict Catholic upbringing, and about her pure innocence that had been well and truly destroyed by Tony and myself.

I had sent him a scanned copy of our marriage certificate. He was thrilled to find out that our marriage had involved a full Nuptial Mass, and he had responded by sending back a certificate of his own making in which he asked me to vow to allow him to “perform the most disgusting, repulsive, and humiliating sex acts on my wife”; to allow her to be “subjected to the sickest, most depraved perversions imaginable”, and to allow her to be “brutalized with the most extreme and evil, Satanic torture”. He called on me to “renounce all vows taken at God’s altar”, and to replace my vows to “love, cherish and honour” with vows to “dishonour, desecrate and defile my wife with the grossest indecencies and abuse”.

I’d felt incredibly excited as I’d read through it. I logged onto my email: wife_for_sadism@hotmail.com, I hesitated for just a moment and then “signed” his document and clicked on the send button. We met John at the airport. I’m not sure what I expected but he certainly didn’t look anything to stand out as having these weird and queer ideas.

His house too, had not looked anything out of the ordinary but one look in the basement! Black walls, black ceiling, black carpet. I was sure that the altar was real marble under the black stain. Look at those crucifixes! He must have got them from churches; but look at how he’d disfigured them for his Satanic Chapel!

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I realize that John had held back during those first few weeks, but now the whole scope was apparent. John wasn’t just a lone figure in this; he was a part of a network of men forming a netherworld of weird Satanic practise.

Taken to many of these Satanic Chapels! Fucked! Abused! Tortured! I knew that my darling wife would never again return home with me. The brief span of life remaining to her would alternate between unimaginable lusts and unimaginable agonies. Soon she must surely lose her mind; even then these men will keep using her “vegetable body” until that too gives up the ghost. Maybe even then their perversions will only stop when her body becomes an abomination.

Ah! Margie! I remember how pure and beautiful you were as we knelt at that more pure altar.

– The End –