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I arrive at the hotel at precisely 5 pm. It's a beautiful suite. There's a box on the bed with a card on top that says..."Read First." I look around the room for any sign of life but I am all alone. I open the letter and begin reading quietly to myself...
Turn on the VCR and press play.
I do as the letter instructs and after pressing play an adult movie begins. It's two beautiful women engaging in some very erotic open mouth kissing.
'Open the box, inside you'll find your clothes for this evening. There is a long black raincoat in the closet for you to wear over your dress. I expect you downstairs in the lobby at 7 pm sharp. If you are not there I understand...remember you will completely surrender to me at 7 pm until Sunday at 7 pm. There will be no turning back.'
My heart races with anticipation and nervousness at what I am about to do. I open the box and inside lay a very sexy black fishnet dress. Black stockings and a black lace thong and matching bra. There is also a pair of very sexy heels but not as high as I expected.
'There are several things you should do before meeting me. Completely shave your legs and that luscious pussy. Take a long hot shower. Do not under any circumstances play with my pussy. But I want it wet when I see it.'
Already my pussy is on fire. I know what this night means to us both. This is New Year's Eve and I think this year will end and the next begin with a bang.
I walk into the bathroom and on the counter I find everything I need. Rose scented shampoo and conditioner. Rose body wash. Baby oil for after my hot shower. Shaving cream and two new razors. There is also a bottle of Tuscany perfume, a black satin collar and crystal clit clip.
I start the shower running and walk back to the bed and begin to take off my clothes. I am transfixed at one point watching the two sexy women on tape. One is wearing a long, thick dildo and fucking the other in the ass. My hand instinctively moves to my pussy and then I remember that I am not allowed to make his pussy cum.
I quickly go to the shower before I can't stop myself. I move all of the toiletries to the shower. As the hot water cascades over my body, I begin to try to imagine what tonight will be like. What will he do to me? How far can I go? I take great pains to enjoy every sensation by slowly washing my hair and body. Running my soapy hands all over my tits and ass are making me hotter and wetter. That's probably his intention.
When I am thoroughly done cleaning my body I rinse my hair and shut off the water. I then turn on the faucet to shave my pussy clean. The shave cream feels cool to my heated skin. I make sure to get the shave cream spread all over my mound. I make quick work of shaving it clean but it's definitely better when someone else is doing the shaving. I take the baby oil and before toweling dry, I rub the sweet oil all over my skin including my aching cunt.
I begin the task of getting dressed, garter and stockings first...then the clit clip. The agonizing torture of touching my clit while manipulating the clip onto my swollen flesh is nearly my undoing. Several times I have to stop and breath deep. Finally, I put on the lacey black bra and thong. It presses and rubs the clip further igniting my lust.
I slip into the strappy heels. I mousse my hair and dry to get that wild sexy look he loves. I spray perfume on my neck and wrists. Lastly, I fasten the black collar around my slender throat. I look at the clock and it's 6:52 pm. My stomach lurches with nervousness. And every move I make reminds me that my clit is firming pinched and that I am nothing but a slutty whore waiting to be used.
I put on the rain coat and leave my room. Walking to the elevator I am wondering if I can go through with this...
I step from the elevator and walk across the lobby. I barely notice the leering stares of the men I pass. I imagine they must be wondering what's under my coat. All they can see are my ankles, heels and long silky hair. And of course my collar.
I glance at the clock in the lobby and it's exactly 7pm. I look around but don't see him anywhere. A chauffer steps into the lobby and heads straight towards me. "Good evening, miss. Right this way." I follow him out into the cold night and he opens the door to a beautiful black limousine. I step inside and sit facing forward. It's then that I see him sitting across from me.
The door closes. We sit in electric silence for several long minutes. Finally he quietly says, "Remove your coat. I want to see you." I unbelt the waist and remove the coat. I cannot see his face just his outstretched legs and his hands resting on the seat to either of his side. And a shoebox.
He notices me staring. He picks it up and hands it to me. I rest the box on my lap. "Open it." As I slowly open the box he pours me a glass of champagne. Inside is an incredibly high pair of black patent leather pumps. "Put them on for me." I set the box next to me and remove my shoes and slide into the sexy heels.
I feel my sex get wetter. He knows what I like. What I need. For the fist time he leans forward and I can see his beautiful deep blue eyes. "You look delicious. And I am going to take exquisite pleasure in enjoying you this evening." I look down. He gently grasps my chin and tilts my face up. The back of his hand slowly caresses my cheek Hot extreme bondage pics torture women sex pictures. "What's this? Second thoughts?" Shyly I answer, "No." "Then what, love?" "Since I am no longer in control, what should I call you?" He sits back. "Yes, I've given that some thought."
"First, remove your underwear." I reach up under my dress and pull the black material from between my legs. "Give them to me." I hand them to his outstretched hand. He briefly glances at the crotch, which is soaked with my liquid. He tosses them to the side. "Spread you legs for me." I part them slowly feeling them slide across the leather of the seat.
"Wider." His voice is beginning to sound impatient. I slide my legs farther apart. But not far enough for his liking for he quickly moves towards me. His hand grasps my throat. He moves his mouth right next to my ear. "Are you playing games with me Christine?" I shake my head no. "You know how I like my pussy to be spread before me." His hands move to the insides of my knees and he wrenches my legs as far apart as they can go.
He sits back as if savoring the view. He can clearly see the crystal of the clit clip I am sure. "Now, here are the rules. You will spread yourself like this whenever we are alone. Is that clear?" I nod my head. "You will do whatever I want you to do when ever I want you to do it." He moves closer to me.
"You will ask my permission to do everything." His hand moves to my throat again. His breath is against my ear. He tightens his hold and I softly groan in ecstasy. He whispers with that sexy voice, "I've decided that I want you to be my little girl. My naughty little girl. I promise I will not do anything to hurt you...permanently. And I will not do anything to cause you public humility or discomfort to any great degree. Do you understand?" I nod my head yes.
"Do you trust me Christine?" I turn to look into those deep blue eyes. A small smile appears and I softly say, "Of course I trust you, Mich..." He cuts off my words, kissing me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
His hand is at the back of my neck, holding my head in place. His kiss turns brutal. I can't breath but am in complete submission to his mouth and tongue. He breaks the kiss. "Tonight I want you to be my little girl." He looks straight into my eyes, "Tell Daddy you understand." I softly moan. "Yes, daddy." It has become clear what I am to call my master. I am his little girl, his naughty-slut of a little girl.
He moves back to sit opposite me. I can feel a pool of my liquid on the seat. He has a seductive smile on his lips. "I want you in a constant state of arousal. I want you near to an orgasm every second and to ensure that I have a surprise for you."
My heart races. "Turn around and get on your knees." I quickly obey him. He sits back. "Christine, you have such a beautiful heart shaped ass. And seeing that dripping wet pussy..." he groans as his hand caresses my ass. I am squirming, trying to get him to play with my soaking cunt. "Patience, baby. You'll get what you want...soon," his hands spread my ass, "very soon." I hear a bottle being popped open and soon feel slippery cool liquid sliding down over my asshole.
"Who do you belong to Christine?" I look back over my shoulder, my long hair falling towards the floor. I softly and obediently whisper, "You daddy, I belong to you." "Does this sweet pretty ass belong to me?" "Yes, daddy." "Are you going to let me do whatever I want with it?" I swallow. "Yes, daddy."
He slowly begins working the entrance open with one finger. I am trying to be patient and not push back against his long finger. "God you are so fucking tight, baby. I can't wait to get my cock inside your tight little ass." I groan, "Please daddy. Give it to me." He hands slaps hard on my ass. "You'll get it when I am ready." He pulls his finger out. I whimper. "Understand, cunt?" "Yes, daddy I'm sorry." He inserts his finger again.
All I can hear is the wet sound of his finger sliding in and out of my tight ass. I am in ecstasy. Soon I can feel another finger penetrating my hole. I feel the pearly liquid from my cunt drip and slide sensuously down my thighs. His fingers slide out of my ass. Again I whimper with need. I feel a new sensation. Something cold possibly rubber.
The tip of it rests against the lubricated entrance of my ass. "Tonight and every night you belong to me." Pressure. "Do you understand Christine?" I nod. He slaps my ass hard. "Answer me you fucking cunt!" "Yes daddy." "Say it, say you belong to me." "I belong to you daddy, I always will." Suddenly my ass is filled to bursting. It's an anal plug and it's filling me completely.
I come. I can't help it. "Did you come?" "No daddy." But my body betrays me and so does the creamy liquid now coating my pussy. He grabs my hair and pulls me to face him. Looking into my eyes he whispers, "Don't lie to me Christine. Did my pussy come when I put that plug in your ass?"
His grip on my hair tightens. Two small tears stream down my cheeks. "Are you crying because I hurt you or because you lied to me?" I look away from his intense stare. "Because I lied to you daddy." He strokes the curved arch of my back. "Did you come, baby?" I softly moan, "Yes."
He pulls a cloth from his pocket and wipes between my legs. He lets go of my hair and I fall back to the other seat. I turn and sit. The anal plug slips deeper inside me. "Put your thong back on. We're almost there."
My eyes widen..."but daddy I can't go out like this?" He grabs my chin and pulls my face close to his. Barely audible, he asks, "Who are you talking to?" He pinches one of my nipples and twist hard. "You belong to me. You will do what I tell you, is that not clear." I look down. "Yes daddy."
He hands me my coat. I slip it on with his help. He belts the waist for me and cradles my face in his large hands. He kisses me so softly and sinuously, his tongue dancing with mine. He pulls back giving me a very erotic open-mouthed kiss. I am melting for him. "Remember, I'll not do anything to embarrass you." I nod obediently. He removes the pumps and allows me to slip back into the lower pair of sexy strappy heels. The limousine stops and the door opens. We are out front of a very upscale restaurant. He gets out before me and offers me his hand. As I step from the limo for the first time I notice he's wearing a tuxedo.
We walk to the entrance and just before the doorman opens the door for us he whispers in my ear, "How does my ass feel?" I whisper back, "Like I am a very naughty little girl." I blush. "You have no idea how naughty you're going to be, darling."

 

 

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Mistress Monica escorted her four clients down to her dungeon.  She wore a black bustier and girdle, with red trim, designed to highlight rather than reveal  her feminine attributes.  Her black mask, designed by a friend who was a professional costumer, gave her a vaguely sinister appearance.
Monica was a trained actress and stage director, but she found working in the  brothel dungeon more lucrative and less difficult than professional theater.
Although she was one of the few non playthings licensed to accept money for sex, she viewed her primary job was arranging for playthings to provide sexual enjoyment rather than do it herself.  Only when she had a submissive male client who needed a dominatrix would she force herself upon him.
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They were naked except for a polyester collar,  plastic bracelets, and plastic anklets, all with rings to be used for tying them in certain positions.  In addition, Amy and Betsy had leather belts with straps which wrapped around the inner thighs and Cindy had straps which crossed in front of her breasts.
 Amy and Cindy had rings through their nipples.
Only Donna, who was the youngest and prettiest, was totally naked except for the bracelets.
Like all playthings, sluts receive room, board, complete medical care, and incidentals, but no salary.  However they also receive a generous contribution to their pensions.  Because of the stress of their jobs, sluts usually retire earlier than ordinary playthings.  Donna received a slightly lower pension contribution than the other sluts, because she did not use belts to manipulate her body and limbs.
However, because of her good looks, she was likely to have a longer productive career than the other sluts, and eventually as large a retirement fund.
Monica said, "Gentlemen, these sluts exist solely for your pleasure.
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As she passed behind them, she gave each slut a sharp whack on the ass with a whip.
Amy and Cindy protested, as they had been coached by Monica,  but Betsy and Donna accepted the punishment meekly.
One of the men, Bob, asked, "What do we wear when dealing with the sluts?"
Monica answered, "Any thing or nothing.  It's up to you."
Another man, Harold, added, "I generally just wear a short jacket.  That way I can toss it out of the way when I'm ready for action."
Harold was the only one of the men who had used the dungeon before.  He had paid an extra fee for a first class membership in the brothel.
Two others, Tom and  Steve had used playthings in the brothel, but not the sluts in the dungeon.
The fourth man, Bob was new to the brothel.
Harold was hosting all of them in honor of Bob being hired as the new production engineer of  his video monitor company.
Tom , a physician, and Steve, an artist, were just good friends of his.
Monica  left the dungeon, with the sluts standing there,  waiting.
The men went to a changing room.
At Harold's suggestion,  Tom and Steve opted for thin jackets.
Bob, however, stripped totally naked.
He was getting excited by the prospect of using the sluts and his prick  extending several inches from his body. Blondy in bondage and tortured free bondage sex story.
Bob walked up to Betsy and said, "I'll want to fuck your monster tits, but first, I want to fuck your mouth. Kneel down and take me. "
"Yes, sir," she said quietly, and kneeled on a carpet.
She opened her mouth to accept his tool.  She licked all around, making Bob more excited.
He grabbed her head to control her movements on his rod.
He wanted to extend the pleasure as long as possible.
Each of the other men seized one of the sluts and forced them down.  Harold sat on a chair and pulled Amy between his legs.
Tom was enjoying Cindy, while Steve had Donna playing with his penis.
Soon the room echoed with the sounds of slurping tongues and moaning men.
Harold said, "Let's tie Amy down and gang fuck her."
"I want to fuck her ass,"  Bob added.  They had already agreed that whatever Bob or Harold wanted they would do, because Bob was new and Harold was paying for it.
 However, Tom said, "There is not enough room for four on Amy, and I want to continue with Cindy."
Tom dragged Cindy to the middle of the room.  He tied ropes to her wrists and straps enabling him to lift her off the floor.
He also tied ropes to her nipples, pulling her breasts up.  He raised her until her cunt was even with his face.
Cindy tried to protest, but Tom replied roughly, "Shut up and take it, cunt."
He pulled her shaven pussy to his mouth.  She felt the stirrings of carnal tension boiling in her cunt.
He grabbed her ass, kneading it like dough.
He found a slender rod and used it up her anus.
As he continued to lick her pussy,  Cindy yelled as her tension broke through with her first orgasm.
"You like that, cunt?"  Tom asked her.
"Yes, sir," she replied, out of breath.
"Do you want more?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then here is more."
Tom clipped more ropes to Cindy's legs, stretching them open.
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He had enough leverage to thrust up rapidly and roughly.
He no longer cared about her pleasure, even though he knew she could take care of herself.
Now, it was just him.
Cindy bit her lip to keep from yelling again, but it was no use.  Her pelvis exploded with multiple waves,  while he jabbed at her.
Soon, he was grunting from the continued effort of thrusting into her.
With several mighty lunges, his fluid surged out, filling her until it dripped onto the floor.
They were both temporarily drained by the experience.
Tom lowered the ropes, until Cindy crumpled onto the floor.
The other three men tied Amy to a platform.
They pulled her tits until she was staining against the ropes.
"That hurts," she complained.
"I know, but you like it, don't you."
 Harold opened  her legs and used a thick cylinder to play with her cunt.
Amy reacted rapidly.
"Yes, play with me some more," she said, her  voice rising to a squeak.
Harold wanted to climb between legs and fuck her, but Bob and Steve complained that they were being left out.
Harold said," I'll lie on the bed and you can lower her on top of me.
Then you can do what ever you want."
They turned Amy over and tied her legs and belt.  They lifted her up until Harold could get into position.
Then they lowered her onto his rigid prick.  This gave Bob the opportunity to climb behind her until he could align his prick with her tight ass.  Steve stood next to her, offering his prick to her mouth.
 Amy was thrilled to be penetrated so thoroughly in three holes.  She had to call on all her experience as a slut to concentrate on the men while indulging in her own pleasure.
Steve pulled at her head, moving it over him.  Bob shoved into her ass, until he was deep in her bowels.
Harold thrust up into her cunt, covering her with pleasure.
They rapidly set up a rhythm of coordinated thrusts and pulls.
The men pulled on her tits, until they glowed.  Amy let herself be inundated with pleasure, indulging her body with repeated orgasms.
Her yelps joined Cindy's, filling the room.
Betsy and Donna watched quietly with a mixture of apprehension and envy,  waiting their turn.
Monica also  watched through a video monitor.
She found the scene exciting enough to plan on visiting a stud, or a male plaything, for her own encounter later in the evening.  Because almost all playthings are sterile, there was no fear of getting pregnant.
Harold pushed up, until he could no longer bear the tension filling his prick.
He yelled at Steve and Bob, "Let's see if we can cum together, to fill Amy with sex."
"I'll try, let me know when you're ready,"  Bob said, breathing heavily.
"I'm ready now," Steve grunted.
"Let's go.  Bombs away,"  Harold yelled, pushing  up hard.  Amy helped him by bearing down on his prick.  Harold then released several pulses of pumping pleasure.. Steve let a fountain of cum fill her mouth, dripping onto her chin.  Bob took another few seconds until he poured a flow of semen into her ass.
Amy was soaked in semen, sweat, and her own pleasure fluids.
Bob and Steve pulled out of her.  They then used the ropes to let Harold crawl off the platform.
They then let Amy down and untied her.  She lay there, breathing heavily.
Harold ordered Donna, "Give us something to drink."
Tom told Betsy, "Give Cindy and Amy something to drink, too.  We might not be finished with them yet."
Donna and Betsy poured special beverages designed to restore bodily energy and electrolytes.
They then offered moist towels to clean off the sexual fluids.
Harold and Steve pulled on Donna, while Tom and Bob grabbed Betsy.  The men sat side by side, drinking, with a slut between them.  They each encouraged their sluts to move between them, cleaning their pricks with their tongues.  Gradually, the pleasant excitement returned to their penises.
Steve got up and moved behind Donna.
He said, "Lift your ass, Donna, so I can get you from behind."
When she did so,  Steve easily penetrated her pussy.  Excited by the surge of pleasure emanating from her rear,  Donna energetically addressed herself to Harold's prick.
She opened her mouth to engulf it.  She used her hands to feed herself on Harold.
At first, Harold let her have her way,  but he pulled her head toward him.
Harold said, "You are a great cock sucker, Donna.
I'm just going to feed you a little better."
She moved actively over his penis, covering it with her lips.  She applied increasing suction,  trying to pull out Harold's white seed.
He was not quite ready for that, so he grabbed her head to set her pace.
She bobbed up and down on him, occasionally changing her rhythm, but not loosing contact.
Behind her, Steve moved steadily.
He pulled on her tits, and used them for leverage.  Steve and Harold used Donna as a see-saw, moving her up and down.
Steve thought that Donna was the prettiest slut, and privately vowed to look for her again soon, even if he had to pay extra.
He wanted to fill her with pleasure.
But Donna was reaching that objective on her own.  As Steve fucked her, her pussy popped like a fire-cracker.
She wailed as Steve assaulted her glowing slit.
 She briefly released Harold in a rush of orgasmic convulsions, but he did not let her avoid her duty to him.
He resumed control of her head to maintain the pressure.
As he pulsed within her, Steve's prick expanded until it was ready to burst.  He banged against her savagely,  his prick so big, it was painful.  He yearned for release within her pussy. Suddenly, his prick popped open, letting forth a gush of cum.
He pushed into her repeatedly.  His prick sent shocks through his body even after he thought he had emptied himself into her.
Harold felt he could delay his orgasm to further wallow in the pleasure Donna was providing him.
She renewed her vigor, making him moan.
Soon, Harold could delay himself no longer.  She sucked his cum through her firm lips.
"Drink it up, slut.  Swallow the whole thing.  Don't miss a drop, "  Harold commanded.
Donna eagerly drank him up.
 She enjoyed to sweet taste of cum.  She felt good that she could please him.
On another table,  Bob and Tom were mounting Betsy.
"This is my chance to fuck your luscious tits, Betsy.
Lie back on the platform." All sluts had greater than average breasts,  but Betsy's were like soft oval melons pealing off her body.  Bob tied her hands to the platform and climbed onto her body.  Tom stood behind him, and opened her legs.  He pulled her down until her legs were handing down off the platform.  That gave him easy access to her pussy.
Bob first kissed breasts and then he bit on her nipples.
He then placed his prick in the crease of her cleavage.  He pulled her breasts together and pressed them down on his dick.
Betsy loved the pain from her sensitive nipples.  She closed her eyes to let orgasm engulf her body, even before Tom touched her.
When he rubbed her pussy with his prick before trying to enter her, she climaxed again.  She released a stream of expletives while her body exploded.
Bob rocked between her tits, letting the head of his prick touch her chin.  She tried to grab it with her mouth, but could not reach it.
His weight pinned her to the table.
He envelop his prick with her breasts,  almost burying it.
He had complete control of her body.
She lay there, letting him and Tom do what they wanted.
Tom jammed his prick into her hot pussy.
As he pistoned her slit, she released another stream of cum.
Her body convulsed with abdominal spasms.
Tom's hips rocked like a jack hammer as he knocked against her body.
He changed his rhythm to prolong his pleasure.  He pulled on the strips around her thighs, making her labia compress against him.  He loved the way it made her feel tight to increase the friction.
Bob continued rocking until the pressure was too much.  He released her tits and pressed his prick against her lips.
"Drink my cum, Betsy,"  he ordered.
He knelt above her and she could not avoid him.
She either had to drink him or let it pour all over her.
Like the good slut she was, she chose to drink.
When Bob climbed off her, Tom was able to grab her tits again and pull himself into her.  With Bob finished,  he wanted to finish too.  He increased his speed until his ass was vibrating like a pneumatic drill.
His cum erupted like a fountain.  It continued to surge forth until Tom, too, was drained.
Amy and Cindy had crawled over to the other sluts to observe the action.  They hoped that the men had strength for more.
Monica also hoped that the sluts had strength for more.  She was glad they maintained their peak conditioning.
The men hoped they had strength for more, but they were not sure.
Harold signaled the brothel's robot to get some food for them.  The men used the single urinal.  Amy and Cindy  found time to pee.
Bob walked up to Cindy with his prick in his hand, indicating he might pee on her.
However, Harold stopped him because they might want to fuck her later.
Amy and  Cindy then helped Betsy and Donna take turns using the single toilet.
 The room did not provide any privacy for the toilet, but the sluts had no reservations about letting the men see them pee.
Food consisted of cake, fruit, and candy rich in high energy simple sugars.  The men consumed eagerly, trying to replenish their energy.
 Amy and Cindy also took some fruit and candy,  but Betsy and Donna resumed their place on the platforms.
As they had been instructed by Monica,  Amy and Cindy flirted with the men, bumping into them, rubbing their penises,  and displaying their sex.
Cindy even jumped onto a table, opened her legs, and thrust her pussy at them.
Tom said, "Take it easy Cindy,  we've already seen your cunt."
"No we haven't," added Bob.
Steve asked Donna, "Do you want any cake?"
"Yes, sir."  she replied, quietly.
He offered her  some cake, but tried to stuff it in her mouth.
After the men had had enough food,  Bob suggested."Let's tie Donna and Betsy up and feed them."
They did so, presenting them with pieces of cake and sections of oranges.
Inevitably, some fell on their bodies.
After being fed, Betsy's breasts were covered with crumbs and Donna's pussy was filled with orange juice.
Bob said, "Amy, suck the juice out of Donna.  And Cindy, you  eat Betsy's crumbs.  We have to be clean."
Amy and Cindy bent down to their work.  Amy licked the juice and crumbs off Donna's tits, and then sucked her pussy.
Cindy gobbled the pieces from Betsy's sensitive nipples.  They knew how to pleasure their fellow sluts.  Betsy opened her legs to give Cindy better access.  Cindy began licking the edges of Betsy's slit.
Amy sucked the entire thing.
"Do it faster.  Make her cum," Bob ordered Amy.  He slapped her hard on the ass.
Harold grabbed a small paddle and slapped Cindy.  Cindy liked being paddled almost as much as she liked fucking.
 She found additional energy to apply to Donna's clitoris, sending first Donna over the edge, and then herself.  Amy followed suit with Betsy, but she did not get off herself. The men enjoyed the sight, and absent mindedly rubbed their pricks back to full attention.
After everyone had cleaned up,  Harold said, "We have the energy for one more round.  But this time, let's pair up with a slut you did not have before.  Tom, you have to take Amy, since you were the only one who didn't join her gang bang.  I'll take Betsy."
Bob said, "I want Donna."
"That leaves me with Cindy,"  Steve said.
Amy knew what Tom had done to Cindy.  She wanted some of that for herself.
She said, "I am your dirty little slut.  Use me in any way you want."
Tom grabbed her roughly and tied her nipple rings to some rope.
He raised them until she had to stand perfectly straight to be comfortable.  He poked her pussy, but she had to stand with her legs together.
He inserted a thin rod into her pussy, so he could rub her while stood at attention.  He then went behind her so he could play with her ass.
He rubbed his dick against her ass, until it expanded to full strength.
  He then pushed her against a wall and tied her down by her tits.
He pulled on the straps on her thighs to open her labia, so he could jam a wooden bar into her pussy.
He said to Amy,  "Okay, slut.  I'm going to fuck your ass until you beg for mercy."
Amy was already breathing hard.
"Yes, fuck me.
Make it hard. "
Harold pulled Betsy onto a platform.  He tied her spread eagle, with the arms and legs open wide.
"I am going to explore every inch of you, Betsy," he said.
He started on her cheeks, kissing them.  He then moved down her left side, kissing her large breast.
He went down further, but he missed her cleft.
He kissed his way down the left leg, and moved to the right.
He then moved up her leg until he arrived at the right tit.
He kissed and fondled her breasts, getting more aggressive as he went.
Betsy sighed as he continued his assault.
Finally, he left one hand on her breast as he kissed his way down to her pussy.
He inserted a finger, and tried to kiss inside.
By this time, Betsy let the body react to the wonderful assault.  She groaned as she strained against the ropes,  trying buck against him.  A small convulsion roared over her body, but she tried to save a big one for what was coming.
"Now I am going to fuck your body,"  he said.
"Hurry, fuck me," she said breathlessly.
Steve moved over to Cindy.
Somehow, he did not like her.  He said, "Cindy, you are good for nothing else, but fucking."
"I know.
I am a slut.  I don't want to be good for anything else."
He threw her on another platform and tied her nipples.
He tightened the rope until she was almost pulled into the air by her breasts.
"You're hurting me," she complained.
"I know.
But admit it. You like to be hurt."
"I do. Just fuck me."
"Not yet."
The pain in her breasts was getting her very excited.
She wanted to relieved of the tension.
But Steve wanted her to suffer some more.  He untied her nipples, rolled her over onto her stomach, and tied her arms.
He grabbed a paddle and whacked her ass.  She winced.
"Did you like that?"
"Oh my,"  was her only reply.
Steve whacked her several times, until her ass was burning red.
"Now, I am going to fuck you."
Bob pushed Donna to the floor.  He grabbed  her legs and tied them to ropes.  He pulled her legs apart,  until he had clear access to her pussy.
He rubbed her sensitive clitoris with a rough cloth.
Donna reacted almost instantly with another orgasm.
Bob then rapidly on top of her, and penetrated her pussy.
He pulled the ropes until her legs  were almost over her head.
    He said, "I have complete access to you, Donna.
I can do what ever I want."
Tom had Amy on her knees, tied to the wall with a rod up her pussy.  He attacked her ass savagely, penetrating up to her bowels.  He found the friction of her tight ass wonderfully stimulating.  His prick expanded even more until he had filled her entire rectum.
His prick was so full it was almost painful.
"You have the best ass, Amy."
"Shut up and fuck it."  she yelled.
She squealed with ecstasy as her continued to jam his prick into her.
Harold climbed onto Betsy thrust his prick into her moist vagina.  She strained against the ropes, which increased her frustration.
He moved inside her, while pulling on her tits.
Because he had already had two orgasms,  he was able to take his time.  He moved fast and slow.  Betsy was able to release her tension with several orgasms.
"I'm cumming!" she yelled.
But Harold had no intention of stopping.
"I'm not finished with you yet," he replied.
Steve pulled Cindy off the platform.  He tied straps around her tits and pulled them around her back.  He pulled onto her knees on the floor.
"Lift up your cunt, slut, so I can fuck it.  I want to fuck you like a horse."
When she did so, he pushed his prick inside.  He then used the straps as if they were horse reins.  He used a whip on her legs.  He slashed at her thighs and back.
"I'm going for a ride on you, Cindy."
"Ride my ass," she said, letting her body climb to another climax.
Bob continued to fuck  Donna.
Like the other men, he was in no hurry to cum.
Donna almost lost consciousness from the pleasure surging from her pussy.
She lost count of the number of orgasms she was able to hit, due to Bob's fucking.
Soon the whole room was filled wailing women yelling, "Fuck me.  Fuck me. Hard. Hard."    
and the slaps of body hitting body.
Tom was the first to feel his prick bust its cum.  He filled Amy's tight ass with burning hot liquid.  He grunted as he pounded home his last squirts.  Amy was overcome by her passion, and was almost exhausted.
Harold yelled, "Betsy, I am going to cum in your wonderful pussy."
"Yes!  Yes!" she exclaimed, her body wracking with pleasure.
Harold did not have as strong an orgasm as before, but it was even more satisfying.
Steve grunted as he savagely banged Cindy's pussy.
He could think of nothing but releasing into her.  He pulled her to him, using the straps to control her.  He almost choked her as he pushed his prick has hard as he could.
His prick erupted like a volcano.  It sent electric shocks through his body, as his semen flowed like lava.
He remained inside her until he was sure he was empty.
Bob was the last to make it.  He wanted  it to last with Donna, but he finally lost control, especially since she was finished.
He closed his eyes and let himself wallow in the pleasure of his ejaculation.
The men pulled slowly pulled out of their sluts.  They lay there for several minutes. Then, they released the women from their ropes, and Tom removed the bar in Amy's vagina. The women were too tired to move.
Suddenly, the lights got brighter.  Monica entered and pulled her sluts to their feet.
She offered them something to drink.
She removed the straps, belts and bracelets.  She gave each slut a brief robe, which was their usual dress around the  brothel.
She said to the sluts, "You all did very well.  I know you gave and achieved maximum pleasure.  Now go to your room, shower, and relax.  I will talk to you tomorrow."
The tired sluts smiled weakly.  They completely agreed with Monica.
They quietly left the orgy room.
She said to the men, "Thank you for having your orgy with us.  If you want to use any of the sluts again, please let me know.  Please keep our brothel in mind for all your future orgy and sex needs."
Harold was not allowed to give more to the sluts themselves, but he gave Monica a generous tip.
The men were still covered with sweat and cum  They rapidly showed and dressed.
Bob said, "Thank you, Harold, for inviting me.
That was the best sex I've had in a long time."
Tom added, "Yes thanks.
That Amy was terrific.
I want do it again, soon."
Steve said, "Yes.  Donna was good, but I don't want do it again.  I realized that I like playthings, but not sluts.  They bring out the sadist in me."
"I don't mind the sadist in me, as long as my wife doesn't see it."  added Bob.
Harold replied, "To each his own.
Anyway, you are all welcome.  Any body care to join me for a final beer?"
They all agreed.
After the men left,  Monica changed out her dominatrix costume and put on an ordinary short sleeve shirt and slacks.  She crossed over to the stud side of the brothel.  There she found one of her favorite studs, Sven.
She visited a stud several times a month, especially after an intense session with the sluts.
Sven was waiting for her in his room, wearing  tight briefs and the same robe used by he sluts.
He said, "How are you, Monica?  It's good to see you again.  What can I do for you?"
"You know what you can do for me,  Sven.  I  have just watched four of my sluts engaged in kinky sex for over two hours."
"Do  you want kinky sex, too."
"No.  It does not have to be kinky,  at least not this time."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Undress me, Sven."
He pulled off her shirt and undid her slacks.
She pulled on him to embrace him.
She tossed his robe on the bed.
"Undo my bra and panties,"  she said.
She turned around so he could unhook her bra.  He fondled her breasts, squeezing them gently.  Then he sat on the bed to he could pull her panties to the floor.
"Your panties are damp from that kinky sex,  Monica."
She turned to face him, pushing her pussy to his mouth.
"Make me even damper, " she said.    
Sven pushed in lips onto her slit.
She opened her legs to give him more room.  He used his tongue  on her clitoris.
"That feels so good, Sven, " she sighed.
She let him explore her pussy until she was very excited.
Then she pulled away and lay on the bed.  She pulled him to her body, rubbing his back and arms.
"Do you want me to remove my shorts?" he asked.
"Let me do it."  she said.
She yanked his briefs down to his ankles, and then tossed them to the floor.  His prick immediately responded in anticipation of what was to follow.
She sighed when she saw his penis.
 Like most studs, Sven was considerably larger than an average man.
"Fuck me, Sven."
"Do you want to  turn over?"
"No.
Fuck me the old fashioned way."
 Climbed on top of  her and easily inserted his oversized prick into her moist pussy.  He slowly drove it all the way in, giving her some time to accommodate herself.
"Fill me all the way,"
she urged.
Sven moved in her slowly, giving her time to build up to a peak.  But Monica was already so excited, she was soaring almost immediately.
 She thrust her body at him, and then put her legs on his back.
She used them to pull him into her.
"Fuck me.
Make me cum."  she urged.
He thrashed at her pussy.
She started to scratch his back with her nails with passion. Soon several waves of passion crashed over her body like surf in a storm.  She was crying.
"Do you want me to stop?"  Sven asked.
"No please don't stop.
Fuck me harder."
Sven was able to control his ejaculation.
 He continued pulsing into she released another storm of ecstasy.
"More! More!"  she yelled.
Sven pounded her.  He grabbed  her tits like rubber balls.

She screamed,
"Fuck!  Fuck!"  As the orgasmic fury surged over her.
            Finally, she was able to let the fury abate.
"Finish me, Sven."
He took that as a cue to release himself.  He moved rapidly until his semen poured into her.
When she felt the surging liquid, she let another final convulsion roar through her loins.
Sven relaxed inside her.

"Do you want me to pull out, now?"
"Yes, Sven that was terrific, but that will be all for now."
She lay next to him, resting.
She almost fell asleep.
"How do you feel?"  he asked.
"Very good.
Very good, indeed.  Thank you."
"Your are very welcome."
For Sven, a  satisfied customer was more important than his own physical pleasure.
After a few minutes of just lying in each other's arms, Sven  asked, "Monica, what do you want to do now?"
She yawned.  "Just take a shower, go home, and go to bed."
"Do you want me to take a shower with you?"
"If you want, but don't touch me."
"Why not?"
"My pussy is a tiny bit sore from the drilling you just gave me."
"Don't your sluts get hammered worse?"
"Sometimes.
But they're used to it, and most of our clients don't have a schlong as big as yours."
"Is it worse than normal?"
"No.  I'll be fine by tomorrow."
She used the shower in his apartment.
He joined her while she soaped herself off, but did not touch her.
When they were finished, she gave him a big embrace.
She then quickly dried her self off, and dressed.
"So long until next time, Sven."
"Until next time, Monica."
She gave him a light peck on the cheek and then summoned her robot car to take her home.


 

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 Mistress Martine and Master Jack watched as their slave sonja stretched out her muscles in their little dungeon. They believed that a fit slave was more fun to use and more flexible.
"You see Jack," Martine gestured with her hand. "Now that long stringy hair will not get in the way."
Jack had to laugh. He knew Martine had been jealous of sonja's long and very pretty blonde hair.
"Okay girl, crawl to me."
Sonja crawled across the carpet to her Master and assumed his favorite position with her lips resting on the toe on his shoes, her knees open wide, her ass raised up. Sweet girl in naughty bondage.
"Lick," Jack said.
Quickly, sonja used her tongue to lick and clean the top of his shoe. Jack nudged her over to the other one. She cleaned it as well.
"Such a good girl," Jack said as he patted her on the head.
Martine smiled at him. She was ready for a good time tonight. Martine walked over to the table and said, "Here bitch." Sonja crawled over to her.
"Up here, girl."
Sonja, not looking into her Mistress's eyes, sat on the end of the wooden table and lay back on the wedge of foam what was placed there to protect her lower back. Jack quickly walked over and picked up her left leg while Martine raised the right one. They attached her ankles to the poles at the end of the table, thus opening sonja wide.
Automatically, sonja raised her arms over her head. Martine attached the cuffs on her wrists together and hooked them to the table. Then Martine reached down and rubbed the remains of sonja's hair. She stepped around to admire her slave.
"My sweet girl, you were very bad last night and now you must be punished. Lucky for you, your Master talked me into a cooling off period." Sonja shuddered inside at the cold smile Mistress Martine gave her. She knew it was going to be a harsh punishment.
Jack walked over and picked up a penis gag and pushed in her pussy. "She is sopping wet already and we haven't even started yet. He fucked it in and out of her cunt. "Open up pet. We mustn't disturb anyone with your squeals of delight.
Sonja opened her mouth and received the gag into her mouth, tasting herself on it. Jack slapped her face. "If that falls out, you face will be red, understand?"
Sonja sucked on the gag and nodded.
Martine slipped a blindfold on her slave and then walked over to pick up the thin cane from the side table. She flexed it a couple of times, then without warning shished the cane on the inside of sonja's thigh.
It came out of nowhere and shocked sonja. She wasn't ready yet and she almost lost the gag. She could hear Master Jack's chuckle as he watched her struggle to keep the gag in her mouth. He loved to slap, just the sound it would make him hard.
The next swish came down on her left tit and then another one on her stomach. Martine moved from spot to spot, not hitting hard enough to slit the skin, just enough to leave a welt.
Jack motioned to Martine and walked over to the cunt that was spread open and slipped two fingers in her. "Our pet is hot tonight, Martine," Jack said as he finger fucked her, adding three ? then four fingers. Sonja moaned as her Master Jack pushed his hand in her, sawing it in and out, opening her cunt wide. Cutie spanked over the knee.
As Jack wiped his hand off on her stomach, Martine picked up the small leather quirt. It was a nice little tool for clit and nipple punishment. She leaned over and licked around sonja's left nipple, then using her teeth, she stretched it up and up until sonja moaned. After she released it, she twisted it hard.
As sonja squealed, Master Jack dropped his pants on the floor and pushed the head of his 8" cock into sonja's ass. It was then that sonja screamed out the gag. She sobbed as she heard Master Jack's laughter. As Master Jack fucked her hot, tight ass, Mistress Martine used the quirt on her nipples ? back and forth ? first the left, then the right. Jack came hard; shooting what he thought was a ton of cum into his slave's ass. He pulled out and pushed in the large butt plug in his place.
Martine looked at him and smiled. Then she used the quirt on sonja's clit ? over and over again. "You may cum now pet." And like the good slave she was, sonja came on command.
They released her and sonja fell to her knees. Jack walked over to her and using the one little patch of hair Martine had left for him, pulled sonja's face up. "Clean me."
Knowing what the punishment would be for losing the gag, sonja sucked her Master's dirty cock into her mouth and used her tongue to clean him. "Close your eyes, you are not fit to look at me," Jack told her. Sonja quickly obeyed.
Jack pulled her head up again and left a pretty red print on her left check, then her right cheek. He never hit hard enough to damage her, but he liked the open hand slap and the redness it left behind.
After Jack was finished, Martine said, "down bitch." Sonja turned on her back, kept her eyes closed and opened her legs wide.
Martine straddled sonja. She was in dire need of an orgasm and she rode sonja's face hard. As she was about to cum, she reached behind her and twisted both of sonja's nipples hard. She came on sonja's screams.
They left sonja in the dungeon that night, a plug in her ass keeping in her Master's cum and her face covered with the juices of her Mistress. She was allowed a blanket for her cot and water. They were also kind enough to leave a bucket for her to pee in if she had the need.
As they fucked long and hard into the night, Martine and Jack were glad they had convinced sonja to be their slave. Sonja sobbed in the dungeon that night wishing that Master Jack loved her the way he did Mistress Martine.

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The Making of a Harem Slave

At dawn Christina was roused from a sleepless night.
Her mind was in a whirl after her shocking abduction.
It was all so swift and smooth -- the men had come at dusk when she was alone in her secluded home, and had grabbed her and handcuffed her.
In a second she was forced to show them her room, where they gathered up her prettiest dresses and underwear, and stuffed them into suitcases. They also took a quantity of her mother's brassieres, panties, corsets, and hose.
Then it was away in a van as it got dark.
She was strapped on to a mattress, gagged and hooded.
No chance at all.
It was pitch dark as she was hustled into a house, and quickly stripped of her jeans, T-shirt and thongs.
She was thrown on to a bed in a darkened room, still bound and gagged.
A leather collar was tightened round her neck, and chained to the bed.
Now as dawn broke, with heart pounding she felt the strong arms of a captor release her neck chain, and raise her from the bed. Terror and a certain thrill surged through her bones.
Although she was used, of course, like all american girls, to appearing in public in rather revealing bikini swimsuits, she had never stood before a man in her underwear.
The farthest she had gone was to let her boyfriend unbutton her blouse and carress the smooth fabric of her bra. But she did not feel embarrassed -- just very apprehensive.
She was taken to a punishment room next door.
Her wrists were still bound behind her back, and the uncomfortable ball gag held her mouth wide open.
Her captor took her to a spot in the room where iron rings were mounted in the floor, and here he made her kneel down. Quickly he fitted leather ankle cuffs, and locked them to the rings in the floor so her ankles were close together.
He had forgotten to remove her bikini pants, so he did the job with a knife. Christina shuddered and began to perspire in horror as her nakedness was exposed.
Next he unhooked her brassiere.
She felt cool air on her beautiful round breasts.
How often at home she had stroked and admired the lovely maidenly bosom with which nature had richly endowed her, wondering who would be the first to be dazzled by her naked charms.
Her captor, who seemed to be an Arab by his dress, seemed to agree with his young victim, for he could not resist feeling the firm globes with his coarse hands.
He went to the wall, which was hung with straps, chains, harnesses, and various insturments of chastisement unknown to the young American girl, and brought back a thin leather harness.
Carefully he draped this round her breasts, crossing over the shoulder straps at her back, and securing them tightly to the cross strap that went under her arms.
Then he lifted Christina's wrists and locked them tightly to the breast harness, so that she had to bend forward to ease the discomfort.
Next he fetched a discipline helmet.
As soon as he loosened the ball gag, Christina gasped and started pleading for mercy.
But in reply he slipped the ugly black helmet clean over her pretty face.
Through zippered openings her nervous eyes peered out.
Through the mouth slit he proceeded to insert a big rubber dildo gag until it filled her mouth.
The girl struggled as best she could against this indignity, but he forced it well in until he was able to snap the zipper shut.
Gag and blindfold were then tightened with straps at the back of the head.
Lastly, he brought down a chain from the ceiling and locked it to a metal ring on the top of the helmet. The chain was tightened, drawing the slim body into an uncomfortable erect position.
After what seemed like hours, Christina felt hands adjusting her straps.
The cruel helmet left her in total darkness, her mouth gagged with the big rubber gag, her ears blocked to all sounds, and tears and sweat in a hot sticky mixture all over her face. But at last her ankles were freed from the floor, and strong arms raised her to her feet.
The chain at the top of her head slackened, and she felt the cold links touch her bare shoulder.
Then it was removed.
But, more restraint was to come, and worse.
The Arab led his slave captive to a post, and proceeded to stand her back against it. She leaned forward because her arms were still secured high behind her back with the breast harness. She felt her ankles being tightly strapped to the cold iron post.
Then her knees.
Then her thighs. Then her waist.
She had to take a deep breath to accommodate the tight strap.
Then her wrists were unshackled, and were drawn up behind her and above her head, and again secured behind the post. The captor removed the breast harness, and stepped back admiring his work. He seemed well pleased.
Her full rounded breasts were drawn up to full prominence by her streached arms, contrasting with her slim waist and flat tummy.
He examined and tweaked her nipples.
Christina dreaded what was to come.
When she was restrained in a kneeling position, uncomfortable though it was, at least, she thought, her private parts were protected by her knees.
Now she was nakedly open and totally defenceless as never before in her young life.
Even the tight straps, gripping her legs close together, were a source of comfort in her terrible situation.
Christina wriggled as best she could to see if there was any loosening of her bonds, but the Arab had done his job expertly.
She sobbed and sobbed in despair.
Meanwhile unknown to the forlorn streached figure at the post, another Arab had come in.
He prepared Christina for the next operation.
He brought a table and a box of instruments, a hypodermic needle, and two small shining stainless steel rings...
Christina spent a fitful night.
Every time she turned or streached, she was painfully aware of her wrists chained to her new nipple rings. As before, a short chain held her leather collar, which she was quite unable to reach with her chained hands, to the head of the bed.
Further, she could feel her two breasts chained together with a loose festoon of chain with a larger link in the middle, and from this across her body and legs presumably to the foot of the bed. The helmet was replaced by the original ball gag, so her pretty mouth was now sore and distorted from the various gags she had worn.
 After what seemed many hours, her captor came in and untied her bed chains.
He explained that His Serene Highness the Sheik of Abu Nessary, her new Master, was ready to see her.
He washed her tear-stained face, removed the gag, and combed her long blonde tresses.
She must keep her hands clasped in front of her under her breasts, and must kneel and kiss the feet of His Highness.
Then she must kneel upright and look him in the face while he told her of her fate.
She must say nothing except "Yes, My Lord."
 After these brief instructions, he grasped the two chains of his charge, and with a riding crop in his right hand, propelled the terrified female down some corridors into a room of great luxury.
Seated on a sort of dais was the sheik.
It was difficult to see much of him due to his Arab headdress, black beard, and dark glasses. The trembling teenage slave knelt and did as she was bid, while the slave master held her chains as if she were a dog.
His Highness began: "My servant will have told you who I am. After much search I have chosen you to be a slave in my harem. No white girl has yet had the honor to fulfill such a role.
You are now totally my captive and under my control, so I want you to put away any thoughts of escape or release.
We find that the discipline helmet and restraints that you wore yesterday are most effective for reminding a slave of her total lack of freedom, and of her absolute dependence upon her knew master.
It was necessary for you to undergo the short, sharp shock of strict bondage to get you to quickly realize that you have suddenly left once and for all the carefree, affluent life of an American teen.
But you have not suffered yet, except perhaps a little soreness in the nipples.
We find it wiser to put our new captives asleep while we insert the elegant steel rings into their breasts, but you will soon be proud to wear this adornment and the brass chain joining the rings, as an honorable mark of slavery in my kingdom. Let me say that the rings and chain are a happy addition to your already considerable feminine charms. Also we have taken the precaution of fitting you with one of my special chastity belts, because you are entirely mine and only mine. No one will take your virginity until I am ready to do so, and I do not want to place my servants under undue temptation, obedient though they are.
A pretty young blonde American girl with a beautiful figure is quite rare in our desert kingdom, you understand, especially when she is unclothed!
"Now I cannot train slaves properly in this country -- it is illegal to own slaves, as you know.
My dungeons in my desert palace in north Yemen are well equipped for the purpose, and it is there that you are to fulfill your chosen role.
A position of high honor as Slave of the Royal Bedchamber and of Sexual Rituals and Delights. Moreover we must leave the country at once.
So we fly to Yemen this evening in my private Boeing 707, and you will never see this country again, or have any contact or communication with your family or friends. You will be out of reach of any would-be rescuers, who will have no idea whatsoever of your whereabouts.
And so you will be able to devote yourself whole-heartedly to learning the disciplines and arts of Arabic slavery.
You will go to the airport in a crate marked "Antique Furniture -- Handle With Care," along with twenty other similar crates, each containing a genuine antique.
For an hour or so, it will be extremely uncomfortable for you, as you will be very tightly strapped in a seat in the crate, and heavily gagged.
But we will give you a drug so that you can relax.
It is necessary to conceal your presence while the customs men measure up the crate. But once away from the United States, you will be released, and will be able to enjoy the 14 hour flight to my desert kingdom.
"Upon arriving in my palace, you will continue your training under my chief slave trainer, who is keen to start his work. Your training will enhance your charms, talents, and skills, but your proud and independent spirit must be broken.
By day, you will sometimes be able to wear pretty western clothes, exotic underwear, and so on. You will learn to speak Arabic, to understand the Moslem religion, to belly dance, cook and play music.
But above all you will learn to display your body and charms to me at any time of day or night, and to any of my visitors and friends that I choose -- with the same sweetness and docility that I will expect myself.
"On arrival, you will receive a few more days of strict bondage in my private dungeons, to get used to the heat and the smells of Yemen. Then next week you will be initiated to the program of flagellation which is necessary to make you tough, willing and submissive at all times.
"The first few days you will receive the spanking paddle on your posterior, just 15-20 strokes a day at first, quite mild, until you gradually get used to the discipline and ecstacy of pain.
You will, of course, be suitably restrained to present your buttocks as a convenient target.
We find it is wise to gag the slaves at first, as they otherwise are apt to use up all their energies screaming -- and moreover may be tempted to scream obscenities at the whipmaster, which only prolongs their agony.
He is very experienced, and has reduced over a hundred females, Arab, Indian, Israeli, and African, to complete willing subservience in a few weeks of treatment.
"Then you will have a week of the rhino-hide cane. This will hurt you more, but you will be more accustomed to pain by then.
He is unlikely to cut your flesh, but it will raise beautiful wheals that you will delight to feel and see, and which I hope you will be proud of.
"Then after your training with the cane, by which time you will be more accustomed to our 120 degree heat, flies, and other creatures that inhabit our dungeons, you will be trained with the dog whip. Although you will be well used to pain by this time, you will find this rather terrifying at first.
You will be strung up by your arms, quite naked on in a very exposed position (of course all of our whipping stations are carefully chosen to expose a slaves pretty flesh to the hot kiss of all the chastisement we design for you).
The whipmaster usually finds this task too exacting to be carried out in ordinary Arab dress, so he wears black rubber from head to foot -- rather fearsome.
And he will not just work on your posterior as hitherto. You will see him raise the big black whip; you will hear the whistle as he curls it round your exposed body; but you will not know where he will strike.
This is part of the fun.
You have to guess! I like to come and watch this myself, and sometimes I weild the whip myself to keep in shape, though I do not have his muscles or skill. But wherever it lands it will hurt and leave its mark, as you will see.
Oh no, you will not soon forget the kiss of the lash.
"By the end of what we call the dog whip week, it will be time to test your pretty young self with the cat o'nine tails.
I expect you have heard of this delicious instrument of torture.
As before, you will be strung up, quite exposed, and will be able to play the game of guessing where the tails will land.
It makes a delightful singing as it flies through the air, and believe me, my dear young slave, each tail will do its work on your soft young flesh.
The weals will be uncountable, and will be visible for eight weeks after the ordeal. But you will learn to stand up stiff and straight (of course the chains and thongs will prevent your collapsing) under this onslaught, which happens with increasing severity for seven days.
After that, we will see how willing and ready you are for the work of Special Slave to the Sheik of Abu Nessary. Perhaps more discipline will be needed -- we'll see.
In any case, the chief slave trainer likes to see his pupils back for refresher training every few months, if only because some of my guests like to see the stripes on the slave assigned to entertain them, and of course they like to see a young slave girl soundly whipped.
I even allow my closest friends and family to do the work themselves, which is why I keep a strong harem of the finest slaves girls in the east."
The exalted ruler waved his sceptre, and the quaking teen slave was jerked to her feet by the chains.
She again kissed the feet of her new owner, turned and followed the slave master to the packing room. The new piece of antique furniture would be well packed.

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The day began like any other. Moira was awakened the insistant beeping of the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand next to her bed. She groaned slightly as she started to rise. She HATED mornings! As she went to swing her legs off the side of the bed, her right ankle came to a stop in midair.  Attached to the ankle was her Master's leather cuff. Sexy brunette poses in bondage with her pussy roped and nipples clasped. Running from the cuff was medium wieght silver chain which ended at an eyehook screwed into the baseboard of the bed.
Moira chuckled softly to herself as she reached down to unbuckle the cuff. It has only been a few months since she had opted for this lifestyle, and sometimes the "small things" still surprised her. As she undid the cuff, she rubbed her sweaty ankle for a moment then dropped to her knees beside the bed.
"I am awake Master. Your slave will now go tend to her Master's children."
Hearing nothing, she rose to her feet and padded quietly to the dresser. Her Master had explained to her that He would place a different "slave trinket" there eavh evening that she was to wear the following day. Moira reached into a small metal bowl and removed a 13" beaded chain. At each end was a stretchable loop. She fasted each loop over one of her rigid nipples and cinched it tight. The nipples grew harder and became slightly darkened and sent a fiery tingle through Moira's breasts.
Moira hated/loved the nipple chain, but smiling softly to herself, she knew it could be worse. Her Master occasional put in a set of nipple clamps with small metal teeth. Those stung from the moent they were put on until He chose to remove them!Bondage brunette gets clasps on pussy lips. Pretty brunette in rope bondage gets clasps on pussy lips and nipples .
Moira then dropped to all fours and crawled to the the end of the dresser. The chain dangling between her breasts dragged slightly along the floor, tugging lightly on her sensitive nubs. Once there, she leaned forward and lapped up a small bit of water out of one of two bowls sitting against the wall beside the dresser. while doing so, she silintly repeated the mantra her Master had taught her:
"I am my Master's animal."
"I am my Master's thing."
"I am here for His pleasure."
"I am beatufil and desireable."
"I am my Master's."
Finishing her drink, she noticed in the twilight of the room that there was something in the the second bowl. She couldn't quite make out what it was, but she knew better than to pick it up with her hands and bring it out of the shadow of the bowl. Moving slowly, she brought her lips down to the object. She knew it probably wouldn't be anything TOO bad. After all, she had been pleasing to her Master the day before. She knew because He had told her so and allowed her to sleep with only her collar and ankle cuff.
Her lips touched a hard, smooth surface. Moira's tongue crept out and felt along the top of the object. It was rounded and smooth with a fine ridge running across the top. Moira lapped at it for a moment, but drew no real taste. She thought it tasted sweet but could not be sure.Two sexy slaves suck master's cock. Master whips two slaves and makes then to suck cock before fucking their pussies.
Once again, Moira thought though the previous day. She had done everything she was asked and a little more. She had been attentive to Sir and the children. She had tried hard to laugh and smile and make a loving home. She didn't think she had failed in anything! Then she remembered. She had left a load of laundry in the dryer! Had HE seen? Of course He had. Sir saw everything! He ALWAYS knew when she had blown something off because she was "too busy".
Now trembling slightly, she sucked in a breath and, reaching down tenderly with her teeth, grasped the object and pulled it into her mouth. Now that she had it completely engulfed, she could tell it was round on one side and flat on the other. She braced herself and bit down. The outside cracked and a very sweet liquid poured out. Moira thought she could taste alcohol. Biting down again, the juices mixed with her saliva and now brought the taste of chocolate and cherries. HE HADN'T NOTICED!!
Moira grinned foolishly at herself and finished chewing the mouthful of candy and swallowed it down. When she was done, she dipped her head into the other bowl and lapped up some water to wash some the sweetness from her mouth. She knew she wasn't allowed to drink anywhere else unless told so, so she wanted to make sure she wouldn't want to. After several second she was done.
Moira crawled to the closet and knelt perfectly, her back straight, her knees apart, her buttocks resting lightly on her heels ansd her hands sitting lightly, palm down, on the inside of her thighs. As she held this position for a minute or so, Moira could feel her nether lips part slowly, exposing her clit and pussy to the open air. She wasn't the least bit surprised to feel wetness between her legs. After, merely thinking about having to drink and eat from bowls made her wet. Actually doing it was even better! Master fucking bondaged redhead slave. Master fucking roughly his bondaged redhead slave then cums on her face.
After holding her position for what seemed like five minutes, (she could always tell because her toes started to ache a little) Moira stood and pulled on her robe.  She too special care in bringing it over her breasts so she didn`t snag the chain. The smooth material did absolutely nothing to ease the tightness of her nipples.
She ran her hands through her hair and headed toward the bedroom door. She would use the bathrrom then go and wake each of the children. As she opened the door, she heard Sir's voice coming out of the darkness that was the bed.
"Don't forget to fold the clothes."
"Yes Sir." Moira replied meekly as she almost bolted for the bathroom.

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The last thing she remembered was getting to the house and as she walked through the door a hand grabbed her round the waist from behind and before she could cry out another hand clamped over her mouth and nose holding a sweet smelling cloth. Then everything went black.
When she woke it was still black. Something was covering her eyes - a blindfold. She tried to reach up to take it off but her wrists were manacled behind her back. She then became aware that she could feel cold steel around her ankles too.  All she wore was a kind of silk tunic which barely covered her to just below the hip. It strained over her breasts and the slightest movement would pull it open at the front or raise the hem to uncover her bush and her cleft. Who would do this to her?
She managed to raise herself up onto her knees, then her feet. She stood silent, chained hand and foot.
"Open your mouth."
Startled, Sue opened her mouth without thinking. A hand cupped the back of her head and another pushed a solid rubber object past her lips into her mouth. She nearly choked at first then her lips stretched round the object. Her tongue investigated it. Solid, thick - a rubber gag, made in the shape of a cock! A buckle slid into place at the back of her head. She could not close her mouth or talk.
"Walk," the voice said. She put one careful foot in front of the other and a hand guided her forwards. She heard a door open.
"Master, your newest slave is here"
She was pushed forwards and staggered slightly the chains between her ankles jangling. A soft click sounded behind her as the door was closed. Who by? Who was in the room? There could be any number of people in here. She twisted her head dipping against her shoulder, trying to dislodge the blindfold.
A hand caught her hair at the back and held her still. A mans voice spoke.
"The slave will walk."
Sue knew that voice. It was Richard -wasn't it? She shook her head. He spoke again. "The slave will learn to trust. Now walk!"
She stumbled as the chain pulled tight between her legs. One foot skidded and she fell--
A strong muscular arm caught her and as if she weighed nothing at all lifted her onto her feet. A male hand swatted her casually across her backside. The voice with a chuckle said, "The slave will walk."
Carefully she slid her foot forwards taking a reluctant step. She heard a noise to one side of the room. How many people are in here? She slid another foot cautiously forwards.
"You can do better than that, slave. Display yourself. Who will want you like this? I will explain. you are on display. If you please, you will be fucked. If not you could be kept as you are for hours perhaps."
Fucked by you? Sue wanted to ask so badly. I know that voice - is it you?
A warm hand brushed the front of her tunic touching her nipples under the soft cloth. They began to stiffen. As she arched her body forwards the hand moved away.
"You see? You can display yourself. And here."
Sue jumped. A mans finger, blunt and warm, slid between her parted legs, and swiftly moved down the moist lips of her pussy. Then it was gone. Her juices ran. She twisted seeking his hand but it was gone.
The cuffs at her wrist forced her shoulders back, and her breasts jutted. As she twisted the hem of her tunic rose uncovering the thick, damp bush of hair and her buttocks.
"Ah, that's better."
A hand slid between her thighs again pushing her up onto the tips of her toes.
"You're wet. You're hot. You need a good hard cock." She tried to push herself down on him, to make his fingers penetrate her.
"You have to convince us slave. Convince me that you are worthy of being fucked."
Dizzy with desire Sue brought her fists together behind her buttocks. She groped for the hem of the tunic, knotted it in her fingers and pulled. The tunic ripped at her throat and the cloth pulled apart exposing her breasts. Her nipples hardened painfully. She began to thrust her hips forward rhythmically.
"Good. But not yet good enough."
Frustrated, she grabbed the tunic again and wrenched at it until it split completely down the front. It fell away from her body. A hand pulled her and she sprawled forwards across someone's legs. A smack across her buttocks made her gasp. She tried to push her cunt up towards the hand.
His voice said curtly, "Make me ready."
She thought 'How can I?' She rubbed her face against him feeling the swelling hardness of his cock.
"No? Then you will be left unsatisfied."
She got onto her knees and pushed her body hard against his bulge, then brushed her nipples across him lightly. She stroked her body in long smooth movements against his hard-on. She heard him gasp. Then she swivelled and shuffled her body until she had her back to him and eased herself onto his knees. Her hands groped until she found the rock hard bulge. Her nimble fingers lowered his zip and his cock sprang free. She closed her fingers round the hot shaft.
"Oh God!" He grabbed her across the chest and pulled her back against himself.
"Oh God, Yes!" he groaned. His cock swelled and slipped out of her grasp.
She writhed her buttocks at him. A solid knee pushed between her legs forcing them apart. His other hand plunged between her thighs and he yanked her left leg upwards while his knee forced her right leg further out to the side. She felt his hips thrust against her. His hands hauled her up till her feet left the floor. The hot throbbing tip of his penis touched her slit. Frenziedly she rolled her hips trying to force her body down onto his thick shaft. He cried out, lifted her-----and dropped her. The thick head of his cock rammed up into her sopping wet pussy. The immense thickness of him filled her to the brim. He gasped in her ear as slowly he slid his cock down until it almost left her body, and then thrust it home again. held by his two hands she had no foothold. nothing she could do could make him thrust, or not thrust. She thought, I am getting fucked whatever I say, whether i want it or not.
'I want it! Oh God I WANT it!'
His solid cock impaled her and she felt the head twitch inside her. 'He's going to come. Oh God I want to come too.' She strained her body spreading her legs to take as much of him as she could.
"MMMrph!"
"Is that now? Does that mean fuck me Master?" he whispered.
"MMmmmrrpphh!"
"You have no choice --and you are being watched you know."
"mmmmrphhp! I don't care! Just do me! DO ME!"
His mouth fastened over her breast and his tongue flicked her hard nipple. Her body spasmed as his cock thrust up inside, forcing her up on her toes as he came. His throbbing hard shaft jetting cum into her pussy filling her until it ran down her thighs and she screamed inwardly as her body exploded with burst after burst of ecstasy.
"There my little slave. If you obey your master at all times he will reward you. Now sleep for a while and prepare your delectable little body for the next time I want you. You are mine and I will have you and fuck you whenever and where ever I want. Till then, rest my love."


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Sitting on the back porch, Andrew sips His coffee, remaining quite dry as a cool spring shower falls upon the mountainside.
Between the coffee, the sound of the rain, and the sight before him, the morning is definitely quite pleasant.
Perhaps thirty feet away, kneeling in the grass, josephina fondles herself, as previously instructed.
her clothes are soaked as she strokes between her legs with one hand, the other hand moving sensuously across her chest. Part of her mind is conscious of the pair of eyes upon her, another part worries about being seen by anyone else despite the secluded mountain setting, but the majority of her mind is focused upon the sensations created by her hands and by the cool rain.
her eyes closed, josephina tries to imagine herself from the Dominant's perspective.
There is no hint of a bra showing through her white t-shirt, allowing her hardened nipples to further tent the thin fabric.
The light-blue ruffled miniskirt is naturally raised by her spread legs and by the hand which strokes her womanhood through skimpy black panties.
her lips are parted as she breathes loudly in reaction to the work of her hands.
her head tips backward, long fire-red hair dangling behind her while thousands of cool droplets of water cascade down her face and neck to burrow underneath the torso's thin covering.
 Hearing movement from the porch, josephina lifts her head and half-opens her eyes. Gagged female slave suffers rope bondage pain outdoors.
her Master steps back inside the cabin, leaving her to her ordered self-pleasure.
Watching the door and the windows, she searches for a glimpse of Him, part of her curious as to what He plans for the rest of the morning - certainly He would not force her to kneel and seduce herself for several hours until lunchtime.
When she sees Him again, He is at the counter in the kitchen; when He comes into view again, He steps back through the door; He has poured himself more coffee.
Once again, her Master sits and watches her with keen interest.
It is embarrassing, even humiliating, for josephina to be so wanton in anyone's presence.
But with Him, she knows that she need not fear anything.
As her clitoris twitches yet again under the manipulations of her questing fingers, embarrassment and humiliation give way to desire and love.
Despite the need for something inside her, the submissive reluctantly keeps her actions outside her panties.
Without the specific instruction to penetrate herself, she knows she will be punished if she gives in to her need.
But since she has not made any punishable offenses in several weeks, perhaps it is time to disobey Him.
As she pulls at a nipple and threatens to tear the thin t-shirt with her effort, she leans backward, giving her Master the best possible view of her disobedience.
Closing her eyes, she waits a few seconds more, reveling in the feeling of wetness both within her and upon her, before finally slipping the scant material aside and working a pair of fingers into her burning depths.
If He had not actually seen the penetration, the Dominant had certainly heard the submissive's satisfied reaction to the prohibited act.
"Stop and approach!!!" Young slave is roped and chained outdoors with clips on her nipples.
After a few more quick thrusts into her body, the fingers are reluctantly withdrawn.
Dropping her hand from her chest, josephina begins to slowly crawl toward the back porch, then up the five steps and across the wooden floorboards to Andrew's feet.
Despite her wanton display moments before and the wet look of her clothes and body, she kneels before Him and looks up with her "innocent schoolgirl" expression, batting her eyes in seductive coyness.
Leaning backward, she thrusts her chest forward, knowing the wet t-shirt will make her breasts and nipples quite prominent.
Without warning, the contents of the mug are flung at the wayward young woman, but she barely flinches.
She is surprised, however, that a warm liquid is not covering her front.
Looking down at herself, she sees that the white t-shirt has been stained with purple.
...with some of the grape juice she had bought barely twenty-four hours prior.
Pouting, she looks up at her Master again, her chest still prominent given how the drenched material clings to the front of her body in this position.
 "It has been some time since you were last spanked for a punishable offense," the Dominant notes aloud.
"Is that why you disobeyed, to be spanked yet again?"
Slowly, she nods.
her eyes sparkle and her wetness increases as she anticipates her punishment.
"Fetch a switch."
Fear fills josephina's eyes and stomach.
Instantly, the conversation they had once had about His grandmother being a firm believer in punishment via switch returns to her.
She remembers Him once talking about a wayward child being ordered outside to take a long, thin branch from a tree in the small front yard, break off any leaves and smaller branches sprouting from it, and bring it to her. Outdoor bondage is her first step to submission and obedience.
Although He had never experienced the switch, He had gone into vivid detail about the screams the punished child would make, the tears which would fall long afterward, and sometimes the inability to sit for a while afterward.
He had relayed all this to her one night as they cuddled nude before a glowing fireplace, basking in the afterglow of sweet, romantic lovemaking. josephina had felt sorry for the children in the tale, but now that she was to experience a switching firsthand, her former sultry pleasures were replaced by a nerve-wracking fear.
"Yellow," the submissive whispers.
"Duly noted," the Dominant replies, "although using a safeword even before an activity begins makes me believe that you are attempting to escape this punishment.
Is that your intent?"
After a long hesitation, josephina straightens to a more traditional kneeling position, her head lowered in shame.
"In that case, stand."
They stand together as He sets the mug aside, and He holds her close.
For a long time, they simply hug each other - previously, always a pleasant experience, but this time, tinged with worry at what the true punishment would be.
"I was originally going to strike you five times across the ass with a switch, but that is now off the table.
Instead, I will give you a choice."
 her fear subsiding, josephina looks up into the Dominant's eyes, pleading for mercy.
"Option 1: Remember when we discussed testing your limits with the slapper? We will modify that concept so that it is not a test, but a punishment. Therefore, after having laid down and secured the large sheet of sandpaper, you will be restrained face-down to the dining room table and struck a full one hundred times across the ass with the split-leather slapper, with no finger play to help you along.
Further, this will be your punishment for the next five punishable offenses, beginning with your disobeying me a few moments ago."
josephina trembles and clutches her husband and Master tightly, burying her face in His chest.
"Option 2: Instead of using a switch on you five times, it is twenty-five times.
Instead of your ass, your breasts will be struck.
And to ensure you do not squirm away, especially as I aim for the nipples, you will be securely bound and effectively immobilized using the bondage table we recently acquired.
This will be your punishment for the next twenty punishable offenses, beginning with the one from a few minutes ago."
her scientist's brain quickly does the math, and realizes that in the end, she will be struck five hundred times using either method.
her choice thus comes down to two decisions:
The number of punishable offenses involved, and the area of her body which will receive the punishment.
"In either case, you have until midnight tonight to make your choice. Gagged woman in bondage being whipped by her master outdoors.
When you do, I expect you to draft a punishment contract.
At midnight, you will present it to Me.
If all is to my liking, we will sign it together, then I will go to the bank tomorrow and put it in the safe-deposit box, to be removed and destroyed once the punishment contract has been fulfilled. your punishment for this offense will actually be administered tomorrow after dinner."
After a kiss to her forehead, Andrew releases the naughty young woman. "Now go get out of those clothes and take a hot bath to ensure you do not catch a cold from being so wet for so long."
As He sits again in the chair and watches the rain continue to fall, josephina hurries inside, eager to follow her Master's kind advice, and definitely unsure as to how she will choose.


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She presented herself as ordered, wearing her favorite black open-cup bra with an attached padlocked collar, His favorite black thong, and a heavy dose of black lipstick.  she knelt before the open doorway of their soundproofed playroom, her knees spread wide, her wrists crossed (and, in her imagination, secured together with an invisible rope) against her lower vertebrae, her head bowed with her lengthy black hair obscuring any clear vision she might otherwise have.
"Stand and enter."
Without moving her wrists from their "secured" position behind her, she clamored to her feet, keeping her head bowed as she made her way toward the sound of her Master's voice.  Once His feet were within view, she stopped, and knelt again before Him.
He walked away from her.  Part of her mind was disappointed, thinking that perhaps she had done something wrong; He rarely ever walked away from her unless she had been commanded to remain in a particular position or was bound to an immovable object.  Still, her heart soared, for He would not have commanded her to appear in their sacred place - especially dressed in this manner - unless He truly wanted (desired? needed?) her presence.
She heard the door close, seal, and lock.  This was not uncommon, even if He intended to only play lightly.  Still, the sounds from the door held a "finality" to them, signaling that she could not leave again no matter what.
She chastised herself for that thought, reminding herself of the safeword she had selected several years before.  Only once had she ever used it, when she recognized the scent of alcohol on His breath.  she always gave her body and her love to Him willingly in equal measures, but that night she made her body untouchable due to her love for Him, that the drink would not cause Him to inadvertently harm her beyond their long-held agreement.
His feet reappearing within her limited range of view brought her back to her present situation.  From the cool caresses down her back and jostling her hair just slightly, she was kneeling almost directly underneath one of the air conditioning vents.  Especially in the intense Phoenix summer, the cool wafts of air felt wonderful, sensual.
Surprisingly, He knelt before her, something He almost never did.  Instinctively, she spread her knees even further apart in case He wished access to her most private of places.  Only He had ever touched her there, and a heartbeat later, He touched her there once again.
"You have been extremely wonderful these past few weeks," He praised her, whispering as His free hand maneuvered her hair aside so He could gaze deep into her eyes, His other hand maneuvering aside the front of her thong to stroke her womanhood directly.  "While life at work has been extremely stressful for Me lately with the merger preparations, you have been a sweet, relaxing, calm presence in My life."
"Thank you, Master," she whispered, her eyes held captive by His gaze as her heart soared at His kind words.  "I only wished to ensure your happiness, Sir."
His smile caused her soaring heart to melt.  The sudden entry of a pair of fingers into her body caused her to gasp softly, yet her eyes never broke the gaze.  Seconds later, the digits were removed and raised to her lips to be cleaned by her expert tongue.
"I want to thank you by breaking in the new equipment that arrived yesterday," He announced.  His smile mirrored hers.  "you deserve it after being so sweet and considerate of My needs over the past few weeks."
"Thank you, Sir," she whispered.
"But first, I want you to masturbate for Me while I set up the new equipment."
"As you wish, Master."
She lay on her back on the floor, knowing this was the position her Master preferred for her when she pleasured herself for Him.  Both her hands instantly slipped inside the thong to begin compliance with His command.  she kept her eyes upon Him initially, admiring His typical all-black formal attire until He finally stood and moved out of her field of vision.
The sparks emanating from her core began to leap further, spreading throughout her small frame.  her breath came faster, her lips emitted soft sounds, her fingers danced beautifully across her clitoris.
"Sir, may i cum?"
"Yes, as much as you'd like."
Her hands launched into full-assault mode, never slowing through the onslaught of orgasms which wracked her senses and flooded the carpet.  As she cried out again and again and again, her own voice felt like a distant memory, real yet fleeting.  her body felt as if it was being swept away in an overflowing river of sexuality, breathtaking fireworks exploding on the inside of her eyelids, her heart pounding so hard and fast that it threatened to explode.
"So beautiful.  So slutty."
The words barely registered, as they were spoken in the midst of yet another orgasm.  As that wave of pleasure began to recede, she felt Him straddling her, His legs against her sides, pinning her wrists to either side of her head.  When at last she could open her eyes, she looked through sex-glazed eyes up at His sweet smile.  "I never knew my wife could be such a brazen whore," He noted aloud. Her clitoris throbbed again at the "W" word.
He bent down to kiss her, and her mouth attacked His with extreme viciousness.  she struggled, wanting desperately to wrap her arms around her husband and Master, yet His hold on her wrists was firm.  As the kiss continued, He slowly moved His legs backward, slipped them between hers, and rested His crotch above hers.  His manhood was already long and solid inside His black trousers, and her hips instantly reacted to Him.  If not for the copious amount of fluids continuing to emerge from her, this would be dry humping at its finest as He teased her nicely.
Instead, she was a bit embarrassed, since her wetness would be all over Him when He finally lifted Himself from her.  Still, she wrapped her legs tightly around His waist, squealing into His mouth with each long stroke back and forth across her womanhood.
He sat back, releasing her wrists and extricating Himself from the vice grip of her legs.  her eyes opened once more, and she began to giggle at the sight of His blackened lips.  Obviously aware of the spectacle He presented, His laughter joined hers as He drew her close for a hug, then helped her to stand on her shaky legs.
"Remember the game of Assassins from our first year in college?" she asked.  "i just killed you with The Kiss of Death."
He smiled again, obviously remembering the game.  "If anyone must kill Me, I would hope it would be you.  But now, on with the show."
He turned her around, and she saw the new equipment, which He named the Body-stocks.  Instead of securing one's head and wrists in the stocks, this version was taller and a bit thicker with two small holes for the wrists and a larger hole lower on the device for the torso.  A heavy chain wound through the pair of holes near the base of the Body-stocks.
"Are you ready?"  she could only nod her assent as her eyes drank in the sight of the device, her mind reeling with questions:  Would He drive her insane with pleasure?  Would He tease her mercilessly, then leave her to stew in her own lust for hours?  Would He cause her body to convulse with pain?
She soon stood facing the back of the Body-stocks.  As her fingertips glided along the nicely-polished oak wood, she could hear her Master opening one of the drawers in a dresser along the wall behind her.  When He returned, He knelt behind her and affixed a pair of cuffs to her, using small padlocks to ensure they remained snug around her ankles.  The snaps at the end of the heavy chain were attached to the D-rings of the wide leather cuffs, giving her only a few inches of maneuverability.
Slowly, He licked and nibbled His way up the slave's legs, His hands stroking the insides of her thighs.  Strategically ignoring the juncture of legs with torso, He continued working up her back, licking along her spine, until He stood behind her.  Pressing Himself against her, she could feel the hardness trying to press between her lower cheeks, and could also feel the wetness she had deposited there earlier.  Fortunately, He did not seem to mind that His clothing was now "dirtied" because of her.
Then again, if He did indeed mind, He would take it out on her body once she was secured in the new device and unable to escape the punishment.
After briefly cupping a breast and squeezing gently, He moved to the right side of the Body-stocks.  Removing the lower padlock, He opened the device.  Without needing to be commanded, she leaned forward, resting her stomach on the dip in the wood.  Seconds later, the device was closed and padlocked, leaving her leaning forward somewhat awkwardly.  Wearing the open-cup bra, she was quite aware of her breasts hanging beneath her; wearing the thong, she felt quite exposed despite the scant garment.
She felt the vibrations through the wood as the top part of the device was opened.  Carefully, slowly, He helped her to bring her arms back above her head, then threaded each forearm into place before closing and locking the Body-stocks.  Hearing Him step away again, she took the opportunity to attempt to bring her arms forward.  In this position, if she so wanted, she could probably squeeze her wrists through the small holes.  However, He quickly returned with and applied another pair of thick leather cuffs, also secured with padlocks and connected by a short and even heavier chain.  With the thickness of these wrist cuffs, she had no chance to slip her wrists through the small holes.
Then again, she did not want to escape.
"How do you feel?"
Taking a quick mental assessment of her situation, she felt the wetness growing again between her legs.  Confinement of any kind seemed to excite her no matter what the situation.  That this was a brand-new piece of equipment thrilled her even more.  However, she quickly noted that she would need to work to keep her head raised, or else blood would pool into her head and probably cause her some dizziness.
"I feel wonderful, Sir."
"Good.  you look wonderful, as well."
Standing behind her, He could not see her smile at the compliment.  she wiggled her rear at Him, knowing He would appreciate the gesture.  Then she simply waited, listening as He moved around the play room.
When He at last returned to her, He knelt before her, nipple clamps in hand.  Gently, He sucked at her left nipple, tugged at it with His teeth, enticed it to lengthen and harden, then tortured it with a clamp.  her soft sighs of pleasure instantly changed to a loud groan of pain.  she winced as the clamp was tightened to ensure it would not come off before He wanted it to come off.  Then the same agonizing treatment was awarded to the right nipple.
"Don't go away."  With a soft laugh, He rose and left the play room, leaving her alone.  From her lengthy training, she closed her eyes and performed her breathing exercises, helping her to internalize the pain in her nipples and also to pass the time in His absence.  Yet it was almost impossible to remain still, causing her breasts - and, ultimately, the clamps - to sway slightly beneath her.  Now she understood why she had been ordered to wear the open-cup bra for this play session.
Opening her eyes once more, she looked down at the twin mounds falling away from her, noting how they and the clamps oscillated.  The position she was in was beginning to become uncomfortable, and she found herself wiggling as best as she could, the movements of the clamps sending small shock waves up her feminine orbs and down her spine to her core, where additional wetness was created and overflowed her body's ability to contain it, leaving trickles of desire meandering down each leg.  Yet she was also aware of the intense discomfort - of her body's awkward position in general, and of the vice-like confinement of her sensitive nipples in particular.  The chains rattled slightly as she fidgeted, trying to find the most "comfortable" discomfort possible in her predicament.
The door to the play room remained open.  At any time, she could call out for her Master, and knew that He would come running to her side instantly.  But if she called for Him indiscriminately, her punishment would be extremely severe - a lesson she had learned all too well once before.  So she suffered alone, trying to set her mind adrift, envisioning more pleasurable scenarios.
...yet each scenario involved a similar predicament.  Only the location changed.
Then she thought of her current situation, and tried to anticipate what would happen next.  she envisioned Him returning to the play room, wearing only a smile as He closed, sealed, and locked the door to again soundproof the room.  The flow of desire intensified, creating new streaks down her thighs as she imagined her Master positioning Himself behind her, quickly impaling her, and savagely taking her with all the care of a sadistic rapist.  The vision in her mind was so vivid that she could hear her imagined screams, feel the imagined tears falling from her eyes and plummeting to the floor.  As best as it could, her body moved of its own accord, mimicking the events playing out in her head, a solo version of the ages-old primal dance.
"Such a horny, wanton bitch."
Raising her head and looking through the many strands of her lengthy hair, she could see Him standing just inside the play room.  Wearing only a smile, He closed, sealed, and locked the door, reinstating the soundproof nature of their private hideaway.  His cock was already long and hard, ready to sweetly pummel her body from the inside.
That was exactly what she needed most.  "Please, Master, use Your slave."
"I will, she-who-wishes-to-be-used," He noted aloud, His delight audible in His voice as He moved toward the willing captive.
Practically without warning, His hands were in her hair, yanking her down onto his extensive manhood, poking at her throat on the initial penetration and holding still deep inside her.  she tried to scream around the oral invader, the vibrations of her sounds causing Him to shudder and gasp aloud and bringing forth several drops of lubrication from Him.  The act was so sudden that she panicked, fighting fiercely in her awkward confinement as His fists tightened painfully in her hair, her constant movements torturing her breasts and nipples while the Body-stocks began to bruise her waist and forearms, her lips spreading their paint around the base of the thick assailant.  The tears were no longer imagined; they were very real, induced by a panic she had not known for months in His usually-gentle dominance of her mind and her body.
Just as suddenly, He was gone from her sight, leaving her sputtering and whimpering with relief.
Just as suddenly, He was behind her, once again introducing her lower cheeks to the heavy oak paddle and causing new pained sounds to spew forth from her lips.
With each strike of the paddle, she lurched forward as much as the Body-stocks would allow, the chains at her wrists and ankles rattling, the clamps upon her nipples shaking fiercely to create two additional sources of pain.  her mind was so overwhelmed that she entered that thick haze she knew so well, her body's method of protecting her from the full gamut of powerful sensations that would otherwise threaten to render her unconscious due to overstimulation.   The soft lining of the cuffs, the harsh scraping of the Body-stocks, the clamps' jiggling adherence to the law of gravity, the painful impacts of the paddle, the embarrassing feeling of the liquid love pouring forth from her, the sound of her own cries overpowering virtually every other sound in the play room - it was all muted by that haze, that wonderful, sensual, protective haze.
Yet she felt that this was where she truly belonged, that this was what she was meant to do with her life, that this was the One to whom she could hand her heart on a silver platter and know that it would be safer than even the Crown Jewels.
Then, her mind unable to comprehend even through the haze, she floated on a cloud.  Time lost all meaning.  All she could feel was an intense heat, both around her and within her.  her soul was bared for all to see.
...and suddenly, she melted.  An intense climax shoved away the haze with the force of a typhoon wind blowing a piece of cardboard across a virgin landscape.  Pain mostly receded as a throbbing hardness withdrew from her and then pierced her elsewhere, fingernails digging into the flesh of her hips as her tightest opening was forced to spread wide to accommodate Him.
Her final virgin landscape was no longer virgin.  Her screams and her tears were the proof of the final barricade's decimation.
Her screams turned to cries as her Master held still inside her, riding her as a finger plucked her clitoris like an virtuoso violinist.  His fingers never slowed, never relaxed, never allowed her a moment of rest - she was an instrument, singing beautifully as He played her, enjoying her sweet music.
Then, she felt him expand and release his seed into her.  His essence poured into her small body, threatening to fill her full until the excess spilled out through her ears.  Still she sang for Him, unable to do anything else - barely even able to breathe.
At last, the outrageous assault ceased.  He left her, walking slowly and shakily to the door, unlocking, unsealing, and opening it so that He could leave her.  Slowly, her body calmed itself, yet she could feel the tidal surges continue for what seemed like hours.  Salty rain departed her body to dampen the floor, while sweeter liquids coursed down her legs.  Unable to swallow due to her dry throat, what little saliva she could muster dribbled forth from her lips.  The heaving of her chest jostled the nipple clamps and sent painfully erotic shock waves up her breasts and down her spine to her core, where additional wetness was created and overflowed her body's ability to contain it.  Even her hair felt ablaze with gratification as it hung from her in long unkempt strands.
   Four days later, as they enjoyed a hot bubble bath together, the bruises on her waist and forearms were still visible, but fading.  her nipples were still too sensitive to allow her to wear a bra - or anything else above her waist - without discomfort.  Yet it was worthwhile in the end, as it had been a perfect way to break in the new equipment.

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    After sleeping for about two hours the husband suddenly woke up and threw the covers back. Dorita signaled for Wendy to stay where she was and crawled to the bed and then still on her knees began sucking on his limp penis. A minute later she motioned for Wendy to crawl over besides her and take over. She then reached between Wendy's thighs, fingering her vagina. Wendy sucked on the part of the male anatomy she hated the most; wondering what was this was about.

    Dorita now had a finger in her vagina getting the juices flowing. When she was good and wet she pulled it out and moved near her husbands face, gesturing for Wendy to mount him. Wendy crawled up straddling him sitting on her knees. Dorita then guided his penis into her vagina. He remained almost completely immobile while Dorita signaled for her to start moving her ass. Grasping her own knees for balance she bounced on top of him while he ignored her completely. He turned his head toward Dorita who cradled it with both hands gazing at him in the most adoring manner. After a minute or so he grasped Wendy's breasts, squeezing and pulling on them hard. Dorita motioned for Wendy to maintain her motion and then kissed him while running her fingers through his hair.

    Suddenly he began to groan and then moving his pelvis several times he ejaculated. Dorita kissed his lips as he climaxed and then motioned for Wendy to get off and suck his penis again. She assumed correctly that she was to suck out the remained semen as it went soft. Dorita then cleaned him with a towel and they crawled back on the bear rug again. He turned his back to them and was soon snoring.

    They sat on their knees as before, getting drowsier by the minute. After about half an hour, Dorita keeled over on her side, sound asleep. Wendy began to nod off but worried that she would fail her test falling to sleep or maybe she'd just get the riding crop. She kept Judy in her mind's eye as she began loosing it, occasionally waking with a start. You shouldn't expect her ever having any mercy. She was born cruel and she's got severe blood. She was born to break the strongest to throw them to her feet as if they were some rugs for the floor.

    She woke later hearing the sound of the riding crop on Dorita's flesh. She was in the fetal position herself and rolled over on her stomach for her own inevitable punishment. Again she kept Judy's body in her mind's eye, telling her self it was worth it. The riding crop stung her ass five times. She gasped while mouthing a silent Judy with each whack. He then ordered her on her back. She feared the worst, thinking he might whip her in that position. Suddenly she felt Dorita crawling over her into the sixty-nine position. He punished them for falling to sleep and then rewarded them with lesbian sex. The pain dissipated as soon a Dorita's tongue found her inner labia.

    He left them plenty of time to satisfy each other. When Dorita finally rolled off her she crawled to the bed motioning for Wendy to follow her. He was sitting on the edge staring vacantly. Dorita got up and sat next to him. She hugged and kissed him while fondling his balls. She looked at Wendy nodding at his crotch making sucking motions with her lips.

    Wendy swallowed her pride and then swallowed his semi hard penis. It soon came to life as she sucked for Judy and in a short time the barbarian filled her mouth. Dorita made eye contact with her, making swallowing motions. She did as instructed and sucked hard until she was sure that all his tart cream was deposited in her stomach.

    This time they were allowed to get into bed with Dorita in the middle. Wendy noticed that it read four thirty on the clock and then passed out. Waking at nine she found herself alone in bed. There was a note propped up on the night table telling her they'd gone camping for the weekend. It went on telling her to make breakfast and where to find her clothes. It was signed Dorita, no dear, love or see you again, just her name.

    "That poor woman," she moaned out loud. "She's married to a barbarian," and then silently she thought that maybe the whole thing had been a show for her benefit.
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    That evening she took the subway to the suburbs and then a taxi to an average house on one of those streets where only a number differentiates one house from the next. She definitely knows well how to enjoy hurting the others. She loves very much foot fetish and cunnilingus and never would miss a chance to have it.        

    She knocked on the door and walked in as it opened with her eye closed, as instructed on the card. The door close behind her and someone fitted her with a blindfold. A man's voice asked her to please undress; each item was taken from her and put away somewhere. Then a leather collar was fitted around her neck with a leash attached. He then removed the blindfold.

    She was looking at a naked male in his middle twenties much shorter than her. An Italian type with a well proportioned slender body, without a hair on it. He had dark curly hair and an almost feminine face. He was also wearing a collar and leash.

    "I am Jean," he said, "here are your instructions; my wife is our mistress. We must crawl in to the living room and under no circumstances in her company, will you speak without being spoken to. You will not look at her without permission or hold your head above hers. Put the leash in your mouth like this until you are told differently."

    She followed him as he got on his knees and crawled down the hallway on all fours. She pictured an amazon in leather waiting for them with a riding crop. They crawled on to a thick carpet and stopped side by side at a couch.

    "Welcome Wendy to my home. You may sit up and look at me." She sat back on her heels and stared at a beautiful sweet face. She had short blonde hair and large light blue eyes, wide cheekbones, a small chin and full sultry lips giving her a baby doll look. She was also looking at the soles of her feet. The Amazon she had imagined was a little person. "You will refer to me as Mistress Gina. Is that understood?"

    "Yes Mistress Gina," Wendy mumbled due to the leash in her mouth, as the little woman edged her self of the couch with a rocking motion and then dropped to the floor. She was just a little taller standing than Wendy was sitting on her heels.
    "Remove my robe Jean and you may both drop the leashes. "
    "Yes Mistress Gina." He removed her robe, revealing her totally naked body.
The severe domination, humiliations and abuses - these what could make the Mistress really happy. The strong body and spirit ceaselessly suffering are what she considers as the most important and essential things!
    "Have a good look Wendy," she turned slowly three hundred and sixty degrees. Wendy gaped, causing the leash to fall from her mouth. She had never seen a naked adult that small before. Gina was unbelievable curvaceous. He short sculptured thighs seemed almost as thick as they were long while her white ass was two perfect bubbles almost as spherical and every bit as inviting as Judy's. She had a fairly small waist and small but well turned breasts. Wendy felt a warm rush in her body; this was a woman she could love.

    "For tonight Wendy, this body will be your entire world. You will massage me, wash me, feed me, and tend to me in the bathroom or any thing else I desire. Your head will not at anytime be above mine, unless I give you explicit permission." She picked a riding crop off a table and cocked her head displaying the sweetest smile while flexing it. "What do you want me to do with this implement Wendy darling?"
    "Use it on my behind, Mistress Gina?"
    "Mistress Gina what!" Her sweet face turned severe making her eyes appear icily blue.
    "Mistress Gina please."
    "Why Wendy?" Her face turned quizzically sweet.
    "My Mistress has the right to discipline my unworthy body." Wendy had spoken to some of her own lovers like this but had never in a million years thought she would be on the receiving end.  
    "Lie down on your stomach and suck on each of my toes." Wendy obeyed, sucking each toe on one foot. I can't hear you Wendy!" She gasped as the riding crop seared into her ass cheek. She sucked and slurped noisily on each toe again. The crop hit her other cheek, "Too much noise and not enough sucking, Wendy darling." She sucked harder on all ten toes in turn and was then told to roll over on her back.
She sees you as some kind of thing meant to be amusing her and providing with some cruel entertainments. She'd enjoy seeing you being humiliated and severely punished.
    Gina straddled Wendy's face telling her to have a good look at her crotch. Wendy, still smarting with pain stared at an unusually thick red bush covering the delicacy she relished more than anything else in the world.  Slowly it descended onto her face, magically erasing the pain in her ass. She could feel the riding crop fitted into her cleavage as she began licking her diminutive but thick mistress. She was ordered to reach for her breasts as ten small fingers began groping hers. Another pair of hands was prodding her thighs to spread and her knees to bend. She had forgotten about the husband all together. He began to kiss and grope her thighs and his tongue soon ended up in her crotch. He was a good licker; really good and she imagined it was Judy, moving her pelvis while relishing the feeling.

    She came quickly and wanted him to stop. Trying to push him away with her feet she felt the riding crop being picked up from between her breasts and she immediately spread her thighs rocking her pelvis invitingly. It seemed like forever before her mistress responded to her tongue but she finally heard her groan while those ten stubby fingers groped deep into her breasts, her little body shaking with pleasure.

Ken was surprised, to say the least, by the sight that confronted him.  After all, it wasn't every day that a beautiful, nude woman was found kneeling in his living room asking to be punished.  He had to admit that it held a certain attraction for him.  His cock was all for it, that was for sure.  Not being exactly sure what to say, he walked over and put his stuff on the floor next to the couch.  He noted that the coffee table had a flogger, a cat-o-nine tails, a crop and a thin cane on it.  None of them where his.  In fact, he didn't even have a cane, since they really caused a lot of pain and most subs avoided them like the plague.
Ken dropped into Master Mode and picked up the flogger, giving it several swishes in the air.  It had a very nice balance to it and was much better made than the one he owned.  Jane didn't move at all, nor did she say anything.
"What order of mine did you disobey?" he asked.  Ken, as much as he loved BDSM, had never had the opportunity to live the lifestyle. He'd had slaves, but they weren't working at the same level that Jane was.  They were bedroom slaves, the kind that would follow orders if it got them off.  They liked a light flogging and nice tight some bondage.  Well, most of them were like that.  His on-again, off-again lover/slave Jill got into slightly more intense play and he'd played at a local club when he could find a partner.
"Sir, you ordered me not to cum, but I did anyway," replied the woman, who still hadn't changed her position.  Ken picked up the cat and swung that around.  Cuming only with permission was one of the things that he wanted his slaves to strive for.  Of course, depending on the situation, they couldn't stop themselves.  He was surprised that Jane had failed at this.  He remembered her iron will from when they played together in the dream and he thought that it would take a hell of a lot of stimulation to make her cum if she was trying not to.
"I see," he said.  "Would you like to tell me what happened before or after I punish you?"
"After Sir,"  she paused.
"Why?" he asked.
"Sir, I expect that after I tell you what happened, you'll want to use your slave.  I would like to make sure you get your pleasure from me without having to worry about disciplining me afterwards."
"Very considerate of you.  Which of these lovely toys that you brought me do you think I should use?"
"Any or all Sir.  My punishment is completely at your discretion."
Ken had no idea what her limits were.  In the dream, they'd been stratospheric, but he knew in real life that she'd like to be able to walk tomorrow.  Besides, he had no intention of damaging this beautiful woman.  That being said, there was a lot he could do to her without causing damage.  He decided to start with the flogger.
The first stroke came down on her ass.  She didn't even wiggle and just said, "Sir, should I count?"
"Nope.  I'll stop when I feel you've had enough."  His cock was a piece of iron and he longed to plunge it into her body.  He could, he knew.  He could even not punish her.  But that would be breaking the agreement between them.  She was a slave, and he her Master.  If she broke his rules, she was punished.  If he didn't follow though, what kind of Master would he be to her?  "Do you have a safe word you'd like to use?"
"No Sir.  I'm sure you'll know when I've had enough."
The second stroke fell, then a third.  The link he shared with Lea seemed to deepen.  Through it he could feel Jane's arousal, and he knew she was right.  He'd know if she needed him to stop.  Each stroke of the whip caused pain that soaked right into her pleasure centers. Her pussy swelled and began to ooze moisture, her nipples became thick nubs and her clit started poking from its hood.  By the tenth stroke, her ass was bright red, and she was moaning in pain.  And pleasure. He wondered what he could do, if she got off on this treatment, to actually punish her.
Ken switched to the cane and Jane ended up with ten welts crossing each ass cheek.  The sharp sting stoked her fires and she was literally dripping cunt juice on the floor.  He stopped after the second stroke of the cane and put a saucer under her cunt, then continued with another ten strokes.  None of the welts were bleeding, but she wouldn't be sitting very comfortably for a day or so.
Finally, Ken picked up the cat.  He knew that he could make her cum with this.  Their link was so tight now that he knew to the millimeter just how far he could take her.  He began on her cunt, rotating the cat so the strands slapped against her sex.  She moaned, opened her legs wider and archer her back to give him better access to her slick cunt.  Ken stopped just before she came.  She sobbed, her hips rotating, tears dripping on the floor.  But she didn't beg to cum.
For his part, he was wildly aroused.  He couldn't wait to do this to her when he could make her cum.  He had no idea why he enjoyed making a woman cum using pain, but he did.  He guessed that, just the way her brain was hardwired to accept pain and get pleasure from it, his was wired to give it.
Ken left her there, then went into his bedroom and grabbed the toy bag.  When he returned, he removed a large but plug - no time like the present to start stretching her enough to take his cock, and a pair of nipple clamps.  The plug he lubed simply by running it through her cunt lips.  She gritted her teeth trying to keep from cuming, and moaned loudly when he sunk the plug home.
He removed his clothes, and sat on the couch saying, "You left a mess on the plate on the floor.  You should clean that up."
Jane knew he didn't mean that she should get a paper towel and wipe her cunt juice off the plate.  She shifted back, bent further and licked the plate clean.
"OK Jane, now you can come over here and tell me what happened today."
Jane got to her hands and knees and crawled toward him.  Her arousal was so high he couldn't believe she wasn't cuming.  The energy she was giving off felt like a flame thrower - he could almost see her glowing.  When she got to his feet she knelt, her heels on her ass, and winced from the pain.  Then she saw his leg.
"Master, what happened to you?"  Jane appeared quite distressed.
He looked down and saw the large bloody spot on his leg.  Jane had completely distracted him and he'd forgotten the injury.  The amount of sexual energy she was flooding him with pretty much overrode any pain he was feeling.  His thick cock was standing high and hard.
"Nothing big.  I'll tell you later.  Now, I'd like you to have a seat and tell me what happened.  And if you cum while you're telling me, I'll put you in a chastity belt for a month."
She looked a little confused, and he pointed to his cock.  He felt her heart leap as she realized what was required of her. She was going to have to sit on his cock while she told the story of what happened to her and still keep from cuming.
"You are a cruel Master.  How am I going to keep from cuming?"
"I have faith in you.  Now sit down."
She eased herself over his rod.  The thickness and length of it, with the addition of the plug in her ass, really stretched her wide. Considering that she was normally incredibly tight, it was extra painful when he entered her.  She groaned and panted, rotating her hips and finally slid down to the base, then started to rise, but Ken held her hips.
"Just stay there.  You can practice squeezing me while you tell the story."
Jane sighed in relief.  Perhaps she wouldn't cum after all.  Ken reached up and twisted her long nipples, hooking his fingers behind the nipple bars and pulling.  The brown nubs were engorged with blood and he felt her cunt twinge around his cock as he squeezed and pulled.  He let them go and began screwing on a clamp.  Because of the bars, it was very painful since her nipples were squeezed both from the outside and the inside and he didn't stop until each nipple was very flat.  Her cunt twitched hard while he tightened the screws and he knew that all he had to do was give her permission and she'd have a major orgasm.  She wasn't going to get permission though and she knew it.
Ken grabbed the crop and shifted, causing his slave to wince from the pain in her ass and the pleasure in her pussy.  "Begin," he said. "I'm sure you won't mind me using this on you from time to time."
"No Master.  I am yours," she replied in an unsteady voice.  Her eyes were glowing with lust.
"I left here," she began, "and went right to work.  I usually wear a bra, but even though the shirt was pretty thick, it was kind of hard for me to hid the fact that I wasn't wearing one. Unsurprisingly, I got a number of stares, but people know I'm in a relationship, so no one came on to me."  She stopped and grinned, "Of course, none of them know what kind of relationship, or with who.  Anyway, things were fairly normal until I needed to get some coffee. It was a little weird walking around because I could still feel your cum in my pussy - as you intended - and it was making me really hot. So, I go into the coffee room and things that's when things start to get strange.  Genie was in there along with Brenda and the usual crowd."
Jane paused a minute, her eyes going a bit glassy, "It was the weirdest thing.  I could almost feel the sex in the air.  Two of the guys hadn't been laid in over a month, and they were really hot for either of the girls.  But as soon as I showed, up, I found all four of them talking to me.  It was driving me nuts! I could feel how aroused the guys were.  Even Brenda - she's on her period which is a big turn off for her, was getting aroused. Ron and Bill, they're dicks were hard and I knew that I could have them in an instant.  It was Genie who drew me though.  She was so aroused.  She hid it well, but I could smell it - which is odd, since I don't have a really great sense of smell.  I mean, I could feel how horny she was and it made me want to drop to my knees and serve her."
Jane closed her eyes at this point, trying to get some control over herself.  Ken didn't help things by striking her flanks with the crop.  She shuddered, the strong muscles in her cunt pulsing, but kept from cuming.  For her, this was truly torture.  To not be able to give herself to the sweet pain emanating from her ass and nipples, to not grind her clit on his pubic bone and feel his cock rotate inside her, this was torture.  Ken knew that it was punishing her as the whip never could.
"Continue slave," he commanded.
Jane caught her breath, "Yes Master.  Anyway, how they felt was almost overwhelming me.  Especially coming right from here and being already all worked up.  I managed to get out of there, but each one made a visit to my cube, even Brenda, who had started to get horny. It was as if I could almost feel their lust sinking into me.  I got rid of each one as fast as I could, but I was getting into a state where I couldn't concentrate.  I considered calling you and begging for permission to cum, but I didn't want to seem weak.
"Just before lunch, Genie came in again.  I started to lose it then.  She was so aroused and I felt like I knew all this stuff about her.  I knew, somehow, that she'd masturbated last night.  And this morning, and again in the stall in the bathroom after we met earlier. She was going nuts and somehow, she'd focused on me as her object of lust.  When I looked into her eyes, I just snapped.  I stood up and walked toward her.  She was frightened, but out of her mind with lust.   She'd never had any fantasies about women, always men.  She always considered herself straight - not even bi.  She knew what I was going to do, though and she wasn't going to stop me.  She's as submissive, like I am, just with very different tastes.  How I knew all this, I have no idea.  But I knew I could kiss her.  So I did."
Jane's body shuddered.  Ken slapped the crop hard against her breasts causing her to cry out and almost cum - but she held on. Barely.  The cruelty he was displaying was turning her on as much as everything else.  Ken knew - he was following her emotions with ease now.
"She melted into me.  She moaned, and opened her mouth and let my tongue slide deep inside.  It was kind of funny, actually.  We are both submissive, so it seemed like no one would take the lead.  But I have the advantage of experience;  I know what to do and she does not.  So, I told her to follow me and we headed for the third floor."
The third floor of their building was closed for renovations, but the company paying for them had run out of money.  Currently, there was no work being done up there.
"We found a small office.  There was no furniture, just the rug, and I closed and locked the door.  I told her to strip, and she did. I took my clothes off as well, but left on my panties.  They were pretty messy by now, especially since I'd had them on yesterday as well.  I grabbed her head and forced it between my legs and she moaned and started licking them.  Finally, when they were totally soaked, I pulled them off to let her get at the real thing.  She really had no idea what to do, but I gave her instructions.  I knew, somehow, that she wouldn't like it if I humiliated her.  So I was forceful, but I didn't degrade her.  She's a fast learner and I was cuming in no time.  I also knew that if I told her she was eating a man's cum out of my pussy it would make her cum.  I was right.  When I told her, she came on the spot.
"When she finished eating me, I pushed her down and sat on her face.  Then I got to work on her pussy.  Genie, as it turns out, is a very anal girl.  She had her tongue as far in my asshole as she could get it while her fingers worked my pussy.  I came again.  I sucked her, somehow knowing exactly how to make her cum.  She almost passed out she came so many times - especially after I shoved two fingers up her ass.
"When we finished, I made her lick my fingers clean, which made the little slut cum yet again, then I got dressed, we kissed and I left.  I didn't see her the rest of the day.   I was still horny as hell, but it seemed more controllable.  It felt like I had all this sexual energy zipping around in me.  I knew that almost anyone I wanted could be mine.  It's very strange for a submissive to feel that kind of power."
Jane finished her story.  She was in agony from the being denied an orgasm.  Relating what had happened also made her a bit confused about what had been going on the entire day.  Ken wasn't confused.  He knew now that she hadn't had a chance of fully following his orders.
"Jane my lovely slave, I feel as if I punished you under false pretenses," said Ken.
"I don't understand," she replied.  "I mean, you can punish me when ever and how ever you like, so how can it be under false pretenses?"
"You'll have to take my word for it - for the moment at least. But you couldn't have followed my order not to cum no matter how hard you tried, so I will make you an offer.  If you'd like, I'll end your punishment and you can come right now.  It's up to you."
As soon as he said it, he knew she wasn't going to take him up on his offer.  Not only did she feel that she'd failed him, but she was quite familiar with Doms who gave impossible orders to their subs so that they had an excuse to punish them.  While she knew that she'd be unhappy if it happened all the time, she loved it on occasion.  It pushed all her submissive buttons.
"No Sir.  Thank you, but I failed you and I deserve punishment."
  "As you wish.  I, however, fully intend to cum in this hot pussy of yours."
  "Yes Master," Jane was shaking now, sweat beading and running down her chest and legs.
  Ken, however, didn't move.  He just looked at her.  She was wild with lust and he knew that she hadn't been brought to this point for a long time.  Jane was having the time of her life.  He decided to push her further.
  "Well, you didn't expect me to do the work, did you?" he asked.
  "No Sir.  How can your slave serve you?"
  "Well, each time I tap a breast with this crop you were so kind to supply me with, you will rise or fall on my cock, depending on your position.  Do you understand?"
  "Oh, God, you are cruel!"
  "Do you understand?" he asked in a firmer tone.
  Jane slid into sub space.  "Yes Sir, I understand."
  His taps were anything but light, or even.  Her thighs trembled with strain as he made her rise and hold it until the crop fell on her breast again.  Often, it fell on the portion of her nipple that extended beyond the clamps he'd used.  Those hits, she was informed, didn't count.
  Still, he held out for less than ten minutes before grabbing her hips and grinding himself against her as his cock spewed a huge load of cum into her body.  She was actually shaking with the need to cum and normally, he would let her.  But he knew that she didn't want it.  She craved the suffering that obeying his orders brought her.
  He had her squat over his cock and empty his cum over it, then lick him clean.  As was becoming usual, the release of orgasm was not quite a release.  The energy that Lea needed to live swirled in his body and he got hard as Jane licked his cock clean.
  Even so, he was exhausted and hungry.  He just wanted to relax, call out for some food, then take a shower, and collapse in a chair. And now that he wasn't distracted, his leg hurt.  However, Jane needed to be tended to - he couldn't just leave her in this state..  The furnace of energy that she was giving off was slowly seeping into him, which was beginning to get a little disorienting.  Gently he removed the clamps and the plug from her.
  She ended up kneeling, looking at him with her eyes somewhat glassy.  He gingerly sat down on the floor with his back against the couch and pulled her into his lap.   He stroked her hair and whispered to her how beautiful she was as she slowly came back to herself.  He could feel her body was still in need, still yearning for an orgasm. But fifteen minutes later she was back with him and he felt that she would respond rationally to him.  Well as rational as she could get considering how badly she was in need.
  "Hey lover, you back here?"
  "Yes Master.  I haven't felt like that in years.  Thank you. Thank you for understanding what I need."
  He kissed the top of her head and said, "Well I need a shower and some food."
  "That sounds good.  I know I need a shower," she replied.
  They slowly got off the floor and made their way into the bathroom.  Ken was a little appalled at the marks he'd left on her ass and breasts.  She, on the other hand, was admiring them while looking in the full length mirror behind the door.
  "Mmmm, thank you Master."  She saw his concerned stare and turned toward him,  "Master, really, thank you.   Seeing your marks on my body makes me feel very sexy."  She shuddered, "Not that I need any help in that direction at the moment."
  "I'm not used to leaving any marks," said Ken.
  "Well Sir, please get used to it.  I don't bruise, but I love how my body looks and feels after an intense session like this. Almost all of it will be gone by morning."  He still didn't look convinced.  "Sir, really, it's a huge turn on for me.  I've been whipped until I bled, and it doesn't bother me at all - not even the blood.  I really do love being treated like this and I like how the whip makes me feel - both during and after it's used."    Ken smiled and shook his head as he finished adjusting the water.  He really needed a shower after biking, never mind the intense sex he'd just experienced.  Jane slipped in beside him and they washed, squirming and giggling under the water.  She stroked his semi-hard cock often and he noticed that she was still very slippery between her legs - even though he knew there was no soap there.    They were both ravishingly hungry when they finished cleaning up and decided to find something quick and easy for food.  Ken knew the deli was open and presented the option to Jane, who at this point was all for food.  Now.  Please.  So off they went.     Of course, Mrs. Schumacher was still there - Ken wondered if she ever left the store. Mistress Alsu knows a great deal of sophisticated ways of tortures meant for her slaves. Being cruel and loving torturing she is doing it in very delicate sexy ways though.   They ordered sandwiches while Ken endured comments that indicated that, as much as she appreciated his business, he really should have taken his beautiful girlfriend out to a nice restaurant.  Mrs. Schumacher also made it clear to Jane that Ken was usually alone and could really use a good woman in his life.  He wondered what the woman would think if she knew what they'd just been doing.    They took the food home and ate, making small talk.  Ken was amazed how comfortable he was with Jane.  She finally asked again how he'd hurt his leg and he told her.    "I didn't know you liked mountain biking," she said.  "You never mentioned it before."    "Yeah, well I'd never been mountain biking before.  While I was at the beach, I realized that I hadn't done any road biking since... well, in a long time, so on a lark, I went to the store to buy one.  I got convinced to buy a mountain bike instead."    "Convinced, huh?  Was she cute?" asked Jane with a sly smile.    "Actually yes," he said.  "And horny as hell."    Jane looked at him wide eyed.  "You didn't!"    "Didn't what?" he asked. "Have sex with her?"    "Did you?"    "Nope.  I wanted to, but then I thought about you coming over tonight."  He paused, "It's funny, and I know it sounds arrogant, but I'm sure she would have come home with me.  It's got something to do with this power that Lea gave me."    Jane looked at him, "Does that mean you can have sex with any woman you want?"    "I have no idea.  But I doubt it."  He looked at her, "You don't seem upset."    "I'm not."  She leaned forward and kissed his lips.  "Ken, I'm your slave.  And we're connect in a different way that I'm not sure I can define.  I know that we just started this relationship, but I'm certain that I know exactly how you feel about me."  She paused, blushing.  "I hope I'm right, because I know exactly how I feel about you."    Ken stroked her face, marveling at how beautiful she was.  He could feel her emotions, lust, desire, sexual frustration and, to his great happiness, love.    "Well, I'd say we're on the same page," he said.  It should have felt awkward, these deep feelings they were hinting at, but it didn't. There were some advantages to knowing how someone felt, that was for sure.    He continued to tell Jane about the bike.  She was excited and wanted to see it, so they went out to the shed.  She oo'd and ah'd over it and began describing all the things he'd be able to do with it, which was when he realized that she was a mountain biker.    "Oh," she blinked surprised.  "I thought you knew.  I love to ride."    "Well, Sandy's running one on Sunday.  We could go, if you wanted."    "Really?" she said.    "Of course," he replied, " as long as you don't make fun of me."    "You could always spank me if I do."    "Oh, yeah," he replied in a dry tone of voice, "Now there's a real punishment.  Do you think you'll be able to keep you hand's off of Sandy?  She was hot to trot for a threesome."    "Would I have to?"    He paused for a second, pretending to think.  "Hmmm lemee see. Nope."    They decided to drive over to her place and get her bike, since it wasn't very late.  Still, with all the activity they'd had during the day, it turned into an early to bed evening.  She was still horny and ended up playing with his cock after they were in bed.  One thing led to another and she ended up giving him a blow job.  He was going to actually give her an orgasm as well, realizing that he hadn't spent nearly enough time with his lips on her sex, but something told him not to.  As he lay there recovering, he thought of something.    "For someone who's so submissive, you came on pretty strong the other night," he commented.    "What, when I asked you out for dinner?"    "Yeah," he replied.    "Well," she said curling into his side, "sometimes I'm aggressively submissive.  Besides, after the dream we shared, I thought my actions were pretty mild."    "Yes, it was a very wild dream," he smiled.    "Hmmm," she said muzzy voice, "sweet dreams."    And with that, she was fast asleep.

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 Alicia submits to Jeffrey It had been almost a month since Alicia's first foray into the exciting world of dominance and submission and she had Jeffrey had enjoyed adventure after adventure.
Alicia had found a whole new level of excitement in surrendering herself totally to her lover's desires.
Just putting on a blindfold was now enough to cause her pussy to literally drip with excitement.
Jeffrey had tied Alicia in a number of different positions each more exposing than the last.
She had enjoyed being bound to her bed on her back with her hands fastened to the headboard and her ankles spread to the bottom corners.
A variation on this had Jeffrey bend her knees and tied them wide apart to the sides of the bed thus opening her slit wide apart.
One night Jeffrey had blindfolded her and had tied her standing with her hands pulled toward the ceiling.
Her ankles were also tied wide apart.
It had been her favorite position so far.
Standing there with her breasts pointing proudly forward, she had imagined herself on display as though at a slave auction from a bygone era.
Jeffrey had left her like that for quite awhile and had brought all of her senses to a fever pitch by slowly and gently rubbing warm oil over her entire helpless body.
He had finally taken her, still standing, until they both cried out in orgasm.
Alicia had come so powerfully that she had hung weakly in her bonds, quivering as tears streamed down her face. Last weekend, Jeffrey had put her in what was, by far, the position that Alicia felt most vulnerable in.
On Saturday night at his home, Jeffrey had blindfolded her and then undressed her completely.
He led her into the living room until she felt the cold leather of the back of his easy chair touch her thighs.
Jeffrey had attached the, by now familiar, straps to her wrists and then gently pushed her forward until she was bent double with her head touching the seat.
Jeffrey had tied her wrists to the forward arms of the chair and then spread her feet and fastened her ankles wide apart.
He had left her like that for a long time before finally touching her and by the time he did Alicia was soaked.
She had imagined what she must look like from her boyfriend's vantage point.
Her long tanned legs were stretched tight down and wide apart.
Alicia could feel a faint breeze between her opened thighs and knew that Jeffrey had a perfect view of her blond pussy from behind.
She was sure that he would be able to see her juices on her puffed out slit.
Alicia had pictured herself in Jeffrey's position and realized that her bottom was stretched tight across the leather chair and the her buttocks were opened wide apart exposing her anus.
Alicia felt herself tremble as she wondered if Jeffrey planned to touch her there.

Alicia had always considered that part of her anatomy to be private and had never let any of her lovers touch her there.
She was somehow embarrassed when even she touched her herself.
It was kind of naughty to finger her bottom but whenever she did it was the most exciting thing ever.
Now, here she was, bent over, helplessly exposing her bottom to her lover.
Jeffrey's hands had finally touched her.
Starting at her ankles and trailing up the backs of her calves to her knees and then up along the insides of her thighs to her blond bush now wet with her own juices.
Alicia shivered with delight as she remembered how Jeffrey's fingers slid down from the small of her back through the valley between her buttocks.
Alicia had gasped as his fingers had crossed the sensitive opening of her anus.
Alicia still wasn't sure if she was disappointed or thankful that he hadn't lingered there.
The sex that night, with Jeffrey taking her while she was still bent over the chair, was the best ever.
That had been last Saturday and now, here it was Friday morning and Alicia hadn't seen Jeffrey since.
Each night when they talked, Jeffrey promised to outdo himself next time.
 "When?" had asked Alicia "When it's time." had said Jeffrey with a smile.
 Alicia had waited anxiously each night for Jeffrey to start an 'adventure' but each night their talk was pleasant but decidedly asexual.

Alicia was getting ready for work when the phone rang. "Hi." said Jeff "Are you ready for an adventure?" Alicia giggled "Yes Sir" "Good girl." said Jeffrey "Have you dressed for work yet?" "Not yet." replied Alicia "Okay I want you to dress in a short white skirt.
Wear the pleated one that goes about half-way to your knees.
Wear the pale blue cotton blouse with it.
Pick out a pair of heels too.
Oh, and there's to be no other clothing; no panties, no bra, no stockings, nothing.
Plan to spend your lunch hour at my office.
Take a cab so that you're there by 12:15.
Any questions?" "No." "Good.
See you later then." Alicia pulled the clothes Jeffrey had asked for out of the closet and jumped into a quick shower.
As she dressed, she could feel her excitement building.
She was sure she'd be soaking wet by lunchtime.
'What would he do to her this time?' she wondered, 'Would he tie her up in his office?' What excited Alicia most is that she had no idea what would be demanded of her just that she would have to obey him.
The morning at work seemed interminable.
Alicia kept looking at the clock and willing it to go faster.
Finally noon arrived and Alicia was out of the building and into a waiting cab by 12:01.
During the 10 minute ride she thought over and over again about what might happen.
She felt her heat rise as possibility after possibility ran through her mind.
Alicia paid the driver and hurried into the tall office building where Jeffrey worked.
A few moments later, Ali exited an elevator on the 18th floor.
Jeffrey's office was down the corridor.
Alicia took a deep breath before opening the door and walking in. As usual, Jeffrey's receptionist Kathy was in the lobby.
Kathy and Alicia had met a number of times.
Kathy smiled as she walked in. "Hello Alicia.
Jeffrey said to give this to you and to have you wait for him in his office." The pretty young receptionist handed Alicia a large envelope.
Alicia looked down and saw the word 'Instructions' printed on the envelope in Jeffrey's handwriting.
She looked up to see a knowing smile on Kathy's face.
Alicia blushed a deep red in embarrassment as she realized that Kathy now knew that she was submissive.

Alicia quickly moved into Jeffrey's spacious office and closed the door behind her with a sigh of relief.
Jeffrey's office was luxuriously furnished.
His large oak desk was at one end.
At the other end was a small conference table and a small sofa.
The office was covered with wall to wall carpeting. Alicia sat down at the conference table and opened the envelope.
Inside was a black silk scarf and a letter.
Alicia's heart quickened as she picked up the note.
 Jeffrey's instructions were simple and to the point.
Alicia was to remove all of her clothes immediately.
She would then stand in the middle of the room and put on the blindfold.
Then she was to stand with her feet apart and her hands clasped behind her head until she was given further instructions.
 Alicia's face was flushed by the time she finished the letter.
Just the idea of taking off all of her clothes in Jeffrey's office was terrifying but to do so in the middle of the day with Kathy right outside the door, that was even scarier.
Alicia was pretty sure it would be Jeffrey who would come in, but there was not even a guarantee of that.
As Alicia stood up she realized that, as scary as these instructions were, they were also exciting.
She felt her pussy tingling with her own juices. Alicia's hands shook slightly as she undid the first button of her blouse.
It only took a moment before the blouse and skirt tumbled to the floor leaving Alicia completely nude.
She moved to the center of the room and carefully put on the blindfold.
Instantly Alicia's hearing doubled in sensitivity.
She clasped her hands behind her head and waited for someone to come in.
Her ears strained to identify the sounds outside of the door.
The wait was only a couple of minutes but it seemed like an hour. Each time Alicia heard Kathy move around out in the lobby, she would hold her breath and pray she wouldn't wander in with a memo or something.
The sound of the door opening finally came.
Alicia felt her whole body tense.
It seemed to take forever for the door to close and all that time Alicia knew she was perfectly visible to whoever might be looking in from the lobby.
Alicia let out a small sigh of relief when it finally closed.

Was it Jeffrey who was now in the room?
Even if it was, did he come in alone?
Alicia listened intently as someone slowly walked all around her.
She felt her nipples betraying her excitement as they stood to attention under the gaze of her admirer.
Very lightly, fingertips touched the underside of her breast and slid upward to her now tight nipples.
The fingers left her and then touched her again, this time sliding from the small of her back, tracing the crack between her buttocks.
Alicia let out a breath that she realized she had been holding for ages.
The fingertips touched here and there, each time making Alicia hotter and wetter.
Finally she heard Jeffrey's voice.

 "You're awfully hot, my little sex slave."

 "Oh God... you have no idea." replied Alicia Jeffrey's fingers moved up and grasped Alicia left nipple firmly.
With a small tug, he pulled Alicia forward.
She had no choice but to follow him.
In tiny steps, Alicia let herself be led forward, the tugging on her nipples guiding her forward until she felt the cool sensation of Jeffrey's leather seat on her thighs.
From the height Alicia guessed that she was standing directly behind the sofa facing forward.
The fingers left her nipples and moved upward to grasp her wrists.

Her wrists were pulled forward until Alicia felt herself being pulled down across the back of the sofa.
She bent forward until her head rested on the sofa back.
Leather straps around her wrists fastened her hands pulling forward toward the front of the sofa.
Her now sensitive nipples just touched the cool leather of the sofa back.
Alicia heard Jeffrey walk behind her and felt him attach leather straps to her ankles also.
Her feet were pulled gently wide apart until her hips rested fully at the top of the sofa back.
Her feet were also fastened in this position.
Alicia's breathing had quickened during the whole procedure and she knew she was soaking wet with excitement.
She imagined the scene as it must appear for Jeffrey.
There she was, bent over the back of his leather sofa, her legs spread and her bottom pulled tight from the position she was in.
She knew that from his vantage point he had a perfect view of her pussy from the rear.
She was sure that with all the excitement her pussy lips must be puffed out and swollen.
She tried to imagine the view from the rear and realized suddenly that her anus must be perfectly exposed also.
That part of her that was so private was now completely exposed to Jeffrey once again.
She knew that Jeffrey was standing or sitting right behind her, enjoying the view.
She wondered what he would do next. Jeffrey moved closer to Alicia.
She felt his hands stroke gently upward and come to rest with one on each buttock.
His thumbs slid slowly inward then gently pried Alicia's bottom wide open stretching her anus tight.
Alicia had never been so embarrassed.
She tried to clench her cheeks but in this bent-over position it was impossible.
She felt Jeffrey blowing gently across her sensitive anus and shivered as she wondered what he might do to her.
Jeffrey held her like that for what seemed ages before letting go.
She heard him walk over to his desk and then the sound of a jar or container opening.
Jeffrey's footsteps moved back behind Alicia and she held her breath in anticipation.
The touch of Jeffrey's fingertip directly on the center of Alicia's anus was cold.
Alicia gasped.
Jeffrey had covered his finger in vaseline and now he teased her rear opening, circling the center slowly.
Alicia held her breath again, knowing what must come next.
Jeffrey's penetration of her bottom came a fraction of an inch at a time.
In and out, each push a little deeper until finally his finger was embedded in her fully and Alicia was gasping with excitement. Jeffrey chuckled "You like that do you?" he asked.
"Well you're going to like it more because as soon as I get home tonight I'm going to take your anal cherry.
Between now and then I'm going to leave your bottom slippery for me and you are not going to touch yourself.


"You're to be home by 5:30 and when you get in I want you to strip completely and go to the bedroom.
You're going to put on the blindfold and get on the bed.
I want you on your knees with your ass facing the doorway.
You'll
spread your knees wide apart then bend over until your head touches the bedspread.
Then I want you to reach back and hold your buttocks wide apart for my inspection.
You'll stay like that until you're told otherwise. Now, do you understand all your instructions?"


All this time Jeffrey's finger had been sliding gently in and out of Alicia's tight bottom, twisting slowly as it did. Alicia's voice trembled with excitement as she answered her lover.


"Oh yes."


"Yes what?" asked Jeffrey softly


"Yes Sir" replied Alicia


Jeffrey's finger pulled slowly from Alicia's upturned bottom and despite herself, Ali felt her anal muscles pulling to hold him in.
A few quick moments later Alicia found herself untied and the blindfold removed.
Jeffrey was smiling at her.

"Now put on your dress and get back to the office.
Remember what's going to happen tonight."


"How can I forget?" grinned Alicia as she pulled on her dress.


As she left the office, Kathy smiled knowingly at her again and Alicia felt the heat of her embarrassment rise to her face.


The afternoon at the office was a write-off.
Alicia couldn't keep her mind on anything but the feeling of Jeffrey's finger in her bottom and the thought of what awaited her at home. Alicia made fast time getting home and arrived by 5:30.
Not wanting to wait, she quickly stripped off her clothes and hung them up.
With a quick look at her watch, she figured she could spend 5 minutes in a shower and did so.
By 5:30 exactly, Alicia was in her bedroom, naked and on the bed.
She got herself into position and put on the blindfold.
As usual the blindfold had her get even more excited.
Spreading her knees wide apart, she bent over and rested her head on the bed.
Alicia reached back and grasped her buttocks and pulled them open.
She felt even more vulnerable than she had at the office.
Just the idea that she was holding herself open in this obscene position for her lover to 'inspect' her was the most naughty thing she had ever done.
 Alicia didn't have to wait long.
After about 5 minutes she heard the front door open.
The door closed after a moment and she waited for her lover to come into her room to discover her.
She felt her anticipation build.
What would happen? she wondered.
Where would he touch her first?
The thoughts of what might happen next ran through her mind as fast as she could think of them.
She knew her pussy was now soaking wet.
She could feel each slight draft of air as it passed over her wetness.
Alicia strained her ears trying to hear the sounds of Jeffrey entering her room.
Each minute seemed like hours and all Alicia could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat racing a mile-a-minute.
 The touch directly at the center of Alicia's anus was a shock and surprise.
She gasped out loud as the tip of a finger circled the center of her rosebud.
It was cold and slippery.
Alicia was sure it was covered with even more lubricant.
The finger moved in a minute circular motion, teasing the sensitive opening.
It only took a moment and Alicia's bottom began moving with the motion of the finger, undulating almost obscenely despite herself.
The finger paused for a moment, waiting directly in the center of the opening and Alicia held her breath.
It was as though time was suspended, waiting for the next movement.
When it came, a moment later, it was a long firm movement.
Jeffrey's forefinger slid fully into Alicia's bottom until it was embedded to the third knuckle.
Alicia gasped and arched her back at the sensation of his finger penetrating her.
The finger pulled out slowly only to be thrust back in again.
Alicia couldn't believe the sensations.
She had never imagined she could get so hot from being touched there.
Her pussy was soaking wet and burning hot.
Again Jeffrey's finger withdrew and then plunged into her.
This time Alicia couldn't stifle a moan at the feeling.
The finger pulled from her slowly and Jeffrey felt Alicia's anal muscles pull in a vain attempt to keep his finger inside her.
Jeffrey smiled as he watched her sphincter clench down on him.
Her breathing was coming in short ragged breaths now and he knew that if he kept up the violation of her bottom any longer, she would come from that sensational alone  Alicia whimpered softly as his finger pulled from her.
Alicia waited, her back arched slightly.
She knew that the position left her bottom pushed up and in her submissive position, she imagined how she must look, her bottom and pussy offered from behind to her dominant lover.
She waited quietly for whatever Jeffrey had planned next.
She did not have to wait long.
Jeffrey's fingers began sliding up her thigh, moving slowly closer and closer to her wetness.
He cupped her mound gently with one hand and began stroking her pussy lips lengthwise. Alicia waited for him to take her there but Jeffrey had other plans.
One finger began stroking the length of her slit, moving her juices up and across her engorged clitoris.
Alicia moaned at the feeling.
Suddenly, Alicia felt her anus being touched again.
The feeling was cold, lubricant again she guessed.
The object at her rear passage was not a finger she quickly realized it was too hard.
What was it?
 The plastic plug pushed slowly into her, opening her already slippery bottom.
As the plug was inserted, Alicia felt it getting wider and wider.
Her breathing became ragged, short sharp breaths as the plastic intruder violated her rectum.
Suddenly the widest part pushed past her sphincter and the plug became very narrow quickly.
Her muscles pulled the plastic up into her, filling her bottom with it.
The narrowest portion was kept from being pulled in by a T-handle that was now lodged against her anus.
This meant that her anus was also kept open.
Alicia felt her stomach muscles ripple in the beginnings of an orgasm and her anus clamped down hard on the plastic plug.
All it would take would be one tiny movement of the plug or Jeffrey's finger on her clit and she would be over the edge but Jeffrey wouldn't let her yet. "Oh Please." whimpered Alicia.
 "Please what?" grinned Jeffrey. "Please let me come." "When I'm ready.
Now be a good little girl for me and don't move until I tell you." "Yes Sir" whispered Alicia as she concentrated on not coming. Jeffrey moved back and sat down, enjoying the sight of Alicia's quivering body as she tried to keep herself from going over the edge.
He was sure she'd never been more sexually stimulated in her life.
He waited until she had calmed down somewhat before getting up again.
 Alicia felt she was now more under control but the first touch of Jeffrey on the plastic plug in her bottom was as though it was an electric shock!
She cried out at the feeling and arched her back again as he twisted it slowly inside of her.
His fingers grasped the plug and moved it in and out in minute movements.
Jeffrey started to pull the plug from her and Alicia thought she would faint.
Her pussy gushed more of her juices and she knew that her thighs were soaked with them.
She couldn't stop moaning and whimpering as the object was slowly pulled from her and she felt her sphincter grasp at it despite herself.
Alicia's face was beet red both from excitement and the humiliation of so exposing herself to her lover.
A moment later the plug was pulled all the way out leaving Alicia trembling. "Alicia, do you want something now?" asked Jeffrey. "Oh God do I ever!" said Alicia, "Please do it Jeff."
 Jeffrey smiled down at her upturned bottom.
"And what would you like me to do?" Alicia blushed "You know." "No I don't." "F-f-f-fuck me." she stammered embarrassed by even saying the word. "And where would you like me to fuck you?" asked Jeffrey in a soft voice. Alicia hesitated then replied in a tiny voice she barely recognized as her own.
"In my bottom." Jeffrey moved forward until the head of his cock was just touching her anus.
He was well lubricated already and Alicia's bottom was, of course, completely slippery.
Alicia held her breath, waiting for him to push forward.
Jeffrey waited a long moment until she started to relax then pushed the head of his cock into her.
Alicia gasped.
He was in!
She had never thought it would be so easy and so, so hot!
Jeffrey held himself there for a moment but Alicia pushed backward, wanting all of him.
A moment later he was buried in her to the hilt.
 Alicia's body was a riot of sensations, her pussy was still soaking wet and her clit was quivering.
Her nipples had been hard since she arrived and now they were so hard they ached.
The blindfold seemed to center her attention completely on what was being done to her.
 Jeffrey started to move slowly in and out and Alicia started to rock with the rhythm.
Alicia was getting closer and closer and Jeffrey knew he was too.
Her bottom was very tight and so hot that he had to control himself from just spurting inside of her.
Alicia heard Jeffrey's breath getting shorter and she knew he'd come soon just like her.
Their movements were quicker and deeper now.
It was only a moment before they wouldn't be able to hold back anymore.
Suddenly Jeffrey paused, leaving only the head of his cock inside of her.
Alicia moaned in frustration and tried vainly to push back on him. "Ali," he gasped, "do you know what I'm going to do to you tomorrow?" "MMmmmmm," she moaned, "Anything, you can do anything to me." "I'm going to shave your pussy bald and I'm going to spank your bottom just like a little girl."
said Jeffrey "Oh!" cried Alicia.
The thought of doing that was too much and Alicia felt herself tumbling beyond any possibility of holding back.
Her orgasm started to rush in on her from all sides and as it did, Jeffrey plunged back into her fully and deeply.
Alicia cried out and felt her rectum squeeze her lover tight.
That was all it took for Jeffrey and he felt his jism rush up from his balls and shoot deep into Alicia's bowels as she thrust herself hard back onto him.
 The orgasm seemed to go on forever cascading over them again and again until they slid, exhausted onto the sheets of the bed.
Lying there, in a warm afterglow, Alicia pulled off the blindfold and looked over at Jeffrey.
"I meant it.", she murmured, "You can do anything to me." Jeffrey chuckled as he held the beautiful girl in his arms.
"I meant it before." he said, "Tomorrow, I'm going to have your pussy be smooth as a little girl's and then I'm going to spank your bottom until it's hot for me." "Mmmmmm"
said Alicia, "That will be the hottest thing I've ever done." "It's just the beginning." said Jeffrey, "We're going to be more outrageous and exciting than you ever imagined." "So long as it's with you." murmured Alicia as she snuggled.

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She stumbled out of bed to answer the shrilling phone, still half asleep.  She barked her shins on a pile of notebooks on the floor.  Across the room, her roommate groaned and rolled over in her sleep.  She hurried a bit more to get the phone before waking her roommate up.

    "Hello?" she asked sleepily.

    "Morning," came the reply.  She recognized the voice of her master immediately. 

    "Hello, sir," she said, and her voice had a much more submissive tone.

"Why did you call me?"  She wished she was at his apartment.  So much better, to lie with him and awake with her small hands bound in a bondage belt, with the warmth of his body nearby and having the excuse of fetters to allow her to lie in bed. 

    "I want you to come to the dining hall and have breakfast with me.
Also, I want you to wear a skirt today.  Above the knee, I think.  And your stockings and garter belt."

    "Why?"

    "You'll find out after English.  You can wear flats if you want, but bring your heels along in a bag.  Oh, and if you wear underwear, it has to be something that comes off easily.  Wear your silk ones with the bows."
    "OK, sir," she said, wondering inside what he meant.  She would be glad in an hour for having eaten, but right now she wanted more than anything to crawl back into bed and sleep.  She had half an hour before class.  But she obeyed, wondering why all the while.

    He was no more tractable at breakfast.  He allowed her to get three bowls of Captain Crunch, something he usually forbade on the grounds that it was junk, but anytime she asked why he wanted her dressed that way he only answered, "You'll find out after English."

    English.  Short Story Writing, specifically.  The last class she had on Fridays, the only one she had with him.  So many times, that had been the last thing she did before spending a weekend in erotic submission to him.  The simple thought made her belly turn over.

    The whole day she was unable to keep her mind off it.  What did he have planned?  A weekend of submission?  Maybe.  But that was hardly uncommon.  So why all the secrecy?  And why the costuming?  In classes, she found herself writing his name and WHY? WHY? WHY? on her notes.  She tapped her feet incessantly and waited for the class to end.  She supposed people were looking at her.  She didn't care. 

    After lunch, which she ate with some friends, for he was on the other side of campus, she headed back to her room and got the required heels.  Patent leather pumps, with a locking ankle strap and five inch heels.  She wrapped them in paper towels and put them in a shoe box, which she put in her backpack.

Three more hours!  She would never make it. 

    Well, two more.  Class started at two and ended at three.  She had an hour before her one o'clock class, so she tried to call him but the answering machine picked up.  Was he there, grinning broadly at the answering machine, laughing at her curiousity, or was he really not there?  She could picture either.  She wished he would let her see his schedule.

    After trying for the third time she decided he was either not there or not going to answer.  She tried to read the short story someone had written which was going to be discussed in class, but she couldn't concentrate.  She was too curious about what he had planned for her.

    She glanced at her own reflection in the mirror.  Deciding she ought to look nice for whatever he had planned for her, she applied some mascara and blusher and lipstick.   This took up most of the time remaining.

    If he blindfolds me after the work I did on that makeup, I'm gonna be pissed, she thought as she bounced across the quad. 

    In the last class before English she found herself looking out the window.  Was that him out in back of the building, watching her?  It had to be.

No one else would lurk outside so boldly, as if they had every right to be there.  Was he looking at her?  Smiling at her?  She couldn't tell. 

    The hour dragged on.  And on.  She was growing quite impatient.

Finally the bell rung and she was free.

    English was absolute torture, she decided.  She sat next to him as she always did, and kept trying to whisper in his ear.  He would merely grin evilly, and conveniently stretch so that he wouldbe out of range of her whisper. sex slave She passed him notes, as if she was a high schooler.  He merely read them and put them in his notebook.  When she dared say something aloud, he hushed her and suggested that she quiet down and pay attention to class.

    The small, androgynous boy whose story was being presented that day gave her a nasty look.  She frowned back at him.  Under the table, his hand touched her skirt and pulled it up slightly, just enough so that he could feel her leg. 

    She leaned in close to whisper in his ear, and he let her this time.

    "I obeyed," she said.

    "Good," he said, and grinned again, that annoying satisfied cat-got-the-cream grin he had that he gave herwhen he knew something he did not intend to tell her.  Sometimes it made her want to scream and jump up and down.

Now was one of those times.

    Finally, the class was over.  He got up and headed for the door immediately.  She threw her things in her backpack and raced after him.

He was heading into an empty classroom.  She ran in after him just as he was closing the door and turned to face him, breathless.

    "Okay, it's after English.  So tell me." she said.

    For answer he merely took her arm and spun her around so that she was in front of him, facing away.  His grasp was not painful but irrevocable.  She felt handcuffs clamped onto her wrists.  Then the slight click of the double lock being engaged on each.  These were police handcuffs, and gave her very little room.  Then he bent her over a desk, got something out of his bag, and spread her legs.  She was surprised but pliant, not wanting to resist unless he hurt her.  First his hands untied the bows on the hips of her panties and took them off.

    She felt an assplug slip into her, and an admonishment;  "Don't let go of that until I tell you you can."

    Then he was taking off her shoes and putting her feet into the five-inch pumps, locking each ankle strap with a small lock.  Afterwards he scooped up his own bag and hers, took her wrists in the other hand, and marched her neatly to the elevator.  She was grateful he did not make her try the stairs with these shoes and her wrists cuffed behind her back. 

    In the elevator, he hiked up her skirt and checked her;  she was already moist in the excitement and surprise.

    "What are you doing?" she asked for the first time since after English.

    "Don't ask.  Don't say a word."

    His car was parked in the lot nearby.  He got her in the passenger seat, and then got in himself.  He locked both doors, an unnecessary precaution since she could not open the door anyway, and then put her seat belt on.

Donning his own, he started the engine and drove away. 

    Anytime she spoke, he immediately responded with an order to be silent.

He hiked her skirt up to her waist and fondled her freely.  This was dizzying.

She was restrained, kept in a car, being taken to God knows where, and not even allowed to speak.  It was incredibly exciting.

    When he got to the Interstate, he stopped for a moment to put a pair of Gargoyle sunglasses on her.  He had painted these with black paint, and she could see very little, but no passersby in cars would have any clue. 

Without being able to see, she had no real way to gauge time, since the radio was not playing and he was being fairly silent. 

    After maybe an hour, maybe two, maybe ten years, he pulled off the Interstate, and a short time later pulled over completely.  He got out of the car, went around and let her out, and led her forward.  She felt gravel clicking under her heels.  Then, up three steps, and onto a porch of some kind.

It sounded like concrete when she walked on it.  She heard him fumble briefly with a key, and then she was being led indoors.  Then he took the blindfold off.

    She was in a wood-paneled den, with a fireplace and a few hunting trophies on the walls.  There were two doors leading from the room. One looked like it led to a bathroom, the other to a bedroom. She glanced around at the place curiously.

    "Do you like it?" he asked.

    "Like it?"  She walked around briefly.  "It's beautiful.  But how did you get it?"

    "It was my grandpa's house," he said.  "I'm in the process of getting it.  Some yap about probate.  Some other people in the family want it, I think. 

But it'll be mine soon."

    Will it be mine too? she wanted to ask, but didn't have the courage to.

    He came up behind her and unzipped her skirt, pulling it gently but irrevocably off her.  Then he removed the handcuffs, only to replace them with leather cuffs.  Then he buckled and locked a wide leather collar around her neck.  He removed her blouse and bra, and then locked her wrists behind her back.  Then he buckled another pair of leather cuffs on her ankles. 

    "Let me show you the basement," he suggested, as if none of what he had done before had happened.  But she was very wet now, very excited as he forced her down the rickety stairs to the basement.

    There was a door at the end of the stairs.  He pushed her through this and locked it.  Inside, the basement was finished.  She saw a room on her which he propelled her into, and she could see in the dim light several toys up on the walls and a spanking horse and a bed in the corner of the room.

    "You like it?" he asked, his voice betraying an edge of sharpness.

    "Yes-oh God, fuck me-," she choked.

    "Not yet."  He took her over to the spanking horse, spread her legs and fastened them to the legs of the horse, then freed her arms briefly to bend her over the horse and attach her wrist cuffs to the legs on the other side. 

    She heard him shuck off his pants and then he had a fistful of her hair, pulling her head up.  In his hand she saw a riding crop.  Her head could not rise far with her body spreadeagled and secured down. 

    His penis was stiff and dancing about, and she was wet and ready for him.  But he forced her to lick it instead, lick it and suck it while he whipped her ass with the crop.  This was a game she knew.  She was to suck him while he whipped her until he came.  Until he did, the whipping would get steadily harder. 

    She did what she usually did.  She delayed him so that he would whip her harder.  Eventually she passed into a sort of out-of-body experience:  she could still feel the whip striking her, but it didn't hurt anymore.  She felt the cock in her mouth, everything seeming to happen very slowly, and she thought, I'm a cocksucker.  And it seemed very good.

    Finally he came, and she licked him clean, feeling tired and limp.

He came around to her welted ass, and rubbed it gently.

    "Why so tired?" he asked.  She felt his cock slip into her from behind, but was too well bound to fight it.  It felt good, slipping into her dark and wet depths.  Her welts stung as he touched them.  They had both broken out into a sweat.

    "So tired already?"  He began to pump slowly.  "It's gonna be a long weekend, sweetheart."

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