“Inga – vent!”

There was something in the insistence of his tone that made her wait, despite not understanding his language.

Leif quickly grabbed her hands and tied them behind her back; they nestled nicely in the small of her back, just over her curvaceous, inviting, bum.

He kissed her on the back of the neck.

“Kirken!” he said to her and his band of men; she understood she was to lead them there. She was reluctant to do so, reluctant to endanger her village, but with little choice at the point of a Viking sword, and under the spell of this tall and powerful warrior.

After a brief walk they arrived at a mound overlooking the small, stone-built Saxon church. They all knew the women and children had sought sanctuary here, but Leif was no murderer. He wanted a quick and easy prize, or two…the second and best prize being this beautiful young wench.

He held her waist, she felt his muscular presence and hot, meady breath on her neck, sensed his desire, and her own. Dear God, how would this end?

Leif appraised the situation. He ordered a band of ten men to evacuate the church, frighten the weak or young or female into running away, and kill any man who dared to resist.

He and Inga watched from the hill, until his men signalled for them.

They entered the broken wooden door, with the sounds of the fleeing and defeated around them. Three dead Saxons lay on the ground, two soldiers and a priest, the latter clutching his Bible and a gold, jewel encrusted crucifix. His eyes stared lifelessly upwards, and his blood seeped onto the cold, stone floor.

Inga gasped and choked, turned to bury her face in the chest of this dangerous stranger. She sought comfort and relief from the terror around her.

Leif responded by holding her and stroking her long, red hair. He was surprised to feel his blood pumping into his cock, to feel desire at a time like this was unexpected, but pleasant indeed.

He ordered his men to take the most valuable treasure as quickly as possible, and return to the boat. He would deal with the woman…

His men looked at him with a mixture of greed and envy, but hurried about their task and soon left the two of them alone.

Leif strode back and forth before the primitive alter, took the crucifix from the priest and raised it heavenwards.

He sought the approval of Odin and his countless lost brethren in Valhalla.

He felt a rage and a lust that was overpowering; his final reward was to come now, before he had to return this beauty to her kind.

He forced her to lay across the alter, held her bound hands behind her, lifted her flimsy skirt and freed his stiffening cock.

“No!” Inga cried, “Please!”

He took one of the alter candles and moved around in front of her, presented his cock to her soft red lips and waited for her to perform.

She sobbed, and hesitated.

Hot wax dripped onto her naked bum.

“Sug!” commanded Leif.

Inga dutifully took his member between her lips, licked him, sucked him, looked at him with tear-stained eyes and tried to avoid more dripping, hot wax on her tender young backside.

Each chafe of teeth on his cock caused fresh drops of wax to fall.

Inga was surprised to feel her quim becoming moist as the wax fell and Leif’s cock filled her mouth.

Once hard, Leif withdrew from her mouth and extinguished the candle on her pale and delicious arse.

“Ayah! Bastard!” she cried.

And thought, “Fuck me now, please.”

Leif moved behind her, held her down, took some of the holy oil for anointment and let it trickle between her cheeks; dipped the still warm candle into oil and pressed it slowly into her anus.

“No! Please! Not that! Aarghh!”

Slowly the tip of the candle disappeared, stretched her slowly, deeply, until only the wide base of the candle was protruding, a thumb’s length.

Leif took her hands, lifted her head by pulling back on her hair, and thrust his cock mercilessly into her cunt.

A simultaneous moan of pain and pleasure escaped their lips.

Each thrust pushed the candle deeper into her anus, Inga feared that he would damage her, but was surprised to enjoy the sensation of being totally penetrated. In fact, she almost wished she had another cock to suck…

Leif breathed heavily, oh God please don’t let him come yet, mm if only I could rub my clitoris, she thought.

Leif contained himself, and withdrew, wanting to feel this girl’s hot arse around his member before he came. Wanted to fuck this Saxon arse and let her live to tell the tale of the potent Viking invaders who would take what they wanted from her and her kind.

He spread her thighs around the corner of the alter, allowing a fine view of the candle penetrating her anus, but happily for Inga this pressed her clitoris onto the now warm and slippery surface.

Her breasts and nipples too enjoyed contact with the oil, through her flimsy but coarse clothing.

She gasped, as he swiftly withdrew the candle from her, felt the cool air of the church enter her stretched and aching hole.

He pressed into her anus, slowly, slowly, she gasped as his cock passed the outer ring.

“Aaah no! Stop!” she cried as his cock head butted against a tender inner sphincter.

Leif was unsurprised at the tightness but found the hot roughness of her arsehole to be incredibly exciting. He smacked her bum and she involuntarily relaxed to allow his cock to penetrate fully.

He slid slowly back and forth, enjoying this new and ecstatic pleasure.

There was no stopping them now, Leif fucked in a wild frenzy, so unusual to see his member disappear into her in this way. So hot, so rough, so slippery, so good…

Inga’s clitoris was being pounded into the alter, this pagan penetration aroused her as she knew it would, she was close to coming, would she be able to feel his warm seed inside her…?

With a roar, Leif came, and Inga felt his hot come deep within, she bucked her hips and rubbed her clitoris onto the alter until she too shuddered in a powerful orgasm.

Leif was surprised again as her strong internal muscles clenched around him and prolonged his orgasmic contractions.

Finally, both spent, he slipped from her behind, and covered himself. He took his dagger and cut through her bonds. He admired the beauty of this hot, wet and violated Saxon arse, one last time.

He smacked her cheeks as one would a faithful horse, and turned and headed for the door, clutching the golden bejewelled crucifix.

Inga panted for breath and wanted to rest awhile, but saw her future disappearing. She

lifted herself from the alter, felt the hot come of a stranger drip from her violated anus, felt the heat of the candle burn, felt the tingling of her cunt and a post orgasmic euphoria.

“Leif!” she cried, “Wait!”

Chapter 02: New Reality Revelations

RECAP: I highly recommend you read the beginning of this series Training Teacher: The Seduction to find out how Julia became the submissive of one of her student’s parents. Part 2 takes places the very next morning, when she wakes up…still at her new Mistress’s home…at the foot of the bed.

Dedication: This story is dedicated to the adorable, sweet, sexy Julia.

Credit: A special thanks go to Steve B for his suggestions and Estragon for his copy edit.



I woke up in the morning from an amazingly surreal dream. A dream so vividly real I felt it had really happened. A dream that awoke in me a side I didn’t know existed. A dream where my greatest pain in the ass parent, someone I truly loathed, seduced me and turned me into her personal lesbian sub. It seemed so real, I could almost taste her on my lips.

I opened my eyes.

I sat up.

I was not in my bed.

I was at the foot of Constance’s bed, the parent that just yesterday was my biggest problem.

In one startling moment of clarity, I came to the frank realization that it was not a dream, but a harsh disturbing reality.

The events of the previous evening came flooding back to me. The aggressive seduction, her powerful orders, my need to obey and the earth shattering orgasms that followed. I closed my eyes and replayed last night in my head. Sure she had seduced me and sure she was incredibly aggressive and domineering, but I submitted to her willingly. I was not forced. I could have said no. But, the overwhelming feeling of freedom when I allowed Constance to make my decisions for me was liberating. The pressure, the stress, the loneliness of being a single mother, all vanished when I brainlessly followed the orders of the powerful Constance.

Part of me was mortified as I realized my current predicament, while another part of me was excited as I nervously waited for Constance to wake up. I desperately attempted to suppress the burning desire flaming in my loins as I tried to figure out how I was going to: one- deal with Constance; two- get home and dressed for work; three- get to work and explain why my vehicle was still at school; and four, most importantly, resist the growing temptation to submit to Constance again.

As I pretended to be asleep, my inner turmoil like a cresting wave coming crashing into the beach, I felt the bed move. I lay still like a statue. Anticipation resonated through my pores.

I was suddenly startled when I felt the bed shake briefly as someone seemed to get in. I was freaking out, realizing someone must have seen me in all my degrading servitude. I slyly attempted to peek and see who had joined us: who knew of my sexual debauchery? Sadly, I was right; someone was in bed with us. Unfortunately, all I could see from my awkward position was black heels and a woman’s ankle in black pantyhose.

My nervous curiosity didn’t last long. I heard the polite voice of Maeko Chung, Constance’s Japanese born, Chinese raised, maid and the mother of my best grade four student: “Good morning, Mistress.”

I felt some shuffling on the bed and Constance groggily respond, “Good morning, Maeko.” A lengthy silence followed before I began hearing soft moans and realized what Maeko was doing. I was shocked at the thought of the sweet, shy woman, doing what she was apparently doing. Yet my pussy was betraying me again, getting tingly while I quietly listened, like a voyeur, to the lesbian scene going on right beside me like I wasn’t there.


I briefly reminisced about the first time I was a silent bystander to a sexual performance. It was the summer after I graduated high school, and I was on a girls’-only camping trip. I was sharing a tent with Sierra, one of my three closest friends. We had partied pretty hard with a bunch of college boys and I, quite drunk and worried I might do something I would regret, called it a night. An hour later, I was woken up by a male voice. “What about your friend?”

“Don’t worry about Hannah, she is passed out. An earthquake wouldn’t wake her. Now let me take a look at what you got for me.”

Still being half asleep, I didn’t instantly realize what was happening a foot away. But the realization was made abundantly clear when the male voice mumbled, “That’s it baby, suck my cock.”

The loud slurping sound confirmed Sierra’s exhibitionist extra-curricular activity. A couple of minutes later, I felt a leg bump mine, some shuffling into Sierra’s sleeping bag, followed soon after by Sierra’s unmistakable high-pitched voice. “Yes harder, fuck me harder. Fuck me like a slut.”

I listened stunned, not remotely able to believe Sierra, the vigilant feminist of our close knit group, calling herself a slut or having some summer fling. It was her idea to make it a girls’-only trip, so the irony was obvious.

Still drunk myself, I unconsciously found myself touching myself. As the fucking continued inches away from me, I got wetter and wetter.

The guy taking Sierra’s own name-calling as an invitation to treat her like a slut began to verbally assault my good friend. “That’s it you fucking slut, take my big dick. Beg for me to fuck your tight cunt.”

I cringed at the word cunt. Sierra, being the extreme feminist she was, despised the derogatory term and ripped apart anyone, boy or girl alike, who had the audacity to say it in her presence. I waited for Sierra’s usual lambasting and feminist rant, but instead heard her say the word I never, in a million years, thought would ever be uttered from her lips, particularly used in the way she used it. “Yes, fuck my cunt. Pound me. Fill my cunt with that big hard cock of yours.”

I let out a little gasp of shock from hearing her use the forbidden ‘C’ word. My hand, having a mind of its own, began rubbing my clit faster and with more pressure. The verbal degradation of one of my best friends should have angered me, but instead only increased my desire to come.

I listened to the naughty act of sin like a perverted boy watching his first porn. Each time the guy called Sierra a cunt, slut, or whore, I put more pressure on my own cunt, imagining I was the slut whose cunt he was ravishing.

As Sierra screamed, “Yes, yes, yes, I’m coming,” I simultaneously had the most intense orgasm of my young life so far. I muffled my pleasure, terrified of being caught in such an intimate act; terrified that they might catch on to the fact that I had masturbated to their fucking. Suddenly mortified by my actions, I quickly moved my hand away from my liberated vagina and tried to make sense of what just happened.


I was brought back to my present reality when I heard Constance scream, “Yes Maeko, get Mommy off, yes, yes, yesssssss.”

Another silence lingered as I nervously waited for the inevitable.

“Maeko, excellent as always.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Maeko, could you please wake up my guest with your special wake up call?”

“As you wish, Mistress.”

I held my breath, exciting trepidation overwhelming me. I felt hands pull the thin blanket off me. Warm hands opened my legs apart. I felt Maeko move between my legs. “Good morning, Ms. Hawkins.”

I opened my eyes, feigning surprise, but my very wet pussy gave away any pretence of innocence. “Good morning, Mrs. Chung.”

“Ahhh, my pet is awake. How are you this morning?”

“Goooood,” I moaned, Maeko’s tongue making contact just as I attempted to answer.

“Goooood,” Constance replicated mockingly, her condescending tone returning. Maeko licked my pussy with quick sharp licks, the teasing sensation driving me nuts. I wanted to shove her head into my cunt, to use her tongue as a small cock to fuck me.

Constance, recognizing my deliriously horny state from the teasing, said, “She’s fucking amazing isn’t she? I don’t know how she does it, but those teasing slaps she does with her tongue are one of a kind. Are you close to orgasm, my pet?”

Finding it hard to concentrate on Constance’s words, I mumbled through heavy breathing, “So close, Mistress.”

“Just tell the slut what you want. She always obeys completely. She was born to please.”

Desperate to come, I, out of character, ordered, “Finger me Maeko. Fuck my cunt.”

Obeying in record speed, she slipped not one, but two of her thin fingers inside my oasis of juice. As her fingers slid in and out of my pussy, Maeko took my clit into her mouth and sucked on it as she somehow simultaneously used her tongue to lick my clit. The dual pleasure was too much and I bellowed loud enough to wake the dead, “Oh my fucking God, fuck me, fuck me, yesssssssss.”

My body quaked and quaked, a seemingly never-ending flow of convulsions. Maeko quit fingering me and let go of my clit, but continued pleasing me gently by licking the juice from my pussy lips. My pussy lips, tender from the excessive attention of the last twelve hours, began to feel numb. I pushed Maeko away. “No more.”

It was like I had slapped her in the face. “I’m sorry if I didn’t please you, Ms. Hawkins.”

“Oh my God, no Maeko. You pleased me completely. So much in fact, my vagina is a bit tender now.”

“It’s called a cunt, my pet. Little children have vaginas,” Mistress Constance corrected.

“Sorry, Mistress. My cunt is sore from all the attention. It was been relatively neglected for quite some time, so all this sudden attention is a bit overwhelming.”

“Well, that won’t be a concern anymore,” Mistress guaranteed. She got off the bed and grabbed a robe. “Maeko will take you to the guest shower.”

“Thank you,” I absurdly replied. Constance ignored my words as she disappeared into her private washroom.

Maeko handed me a robe and I silently followed her to another bathroom. She offered, with a subservient smile, “If there is anything you need Ms. Hawkins, please ask.”

My face still flushed, I responded, “Thank you, I think I should be ok.”

Maeko walked away and I went into the washroom and turned on the shower. As the hot water washed away my sin, I realized I still had no solution to my problems. I bounced around different scenarios, but none seemed to get me back to normality. As I lathered my body, I thought back to how just yesterday afternoon I spent twenty minutes with Mrs. Chung, discussing her daughter’s unbelievable academic success. There was not even the slightest inkling of what was to happen. I was eternally grateful that I would not have another interview with her or Constance this year. I finished my shower and grabbed the robe just as there was a knock on the door.

I opened the door and Maeko handed me my bra and a blue dress. The dress was very cute and, thankfully, school-appropriate. I went to close the door, but Mrs. Chung stopped me. “I am supposed to help you with the dress and stockings, Ms. Hawkins.”

“Oh,” I responded, slightly dazed.

I put on my bra and my dress and stood shyly, odd after what she had just done to me, while she zipped my dress up for me. Once my dress was zipped, she asked me politely to sit on the toilet seat and proceeded to slowly put the thigh high stockings on my leg. The dark mocha colour really gave my legs a sexy look to them and my pussy began to tingle again as I felt Maeko’s gentle hands slide the silk up my legs. Her expert tongue so close to my cunt had me almost salivating as I relived in my head the pleasure she recently gave me. Once both stockings were on, Maeko stood up, “Is there anything else I can do for you Ms. Hawkins?”

“My panties?”

Maeko’s face flushed, “Mistress doesn’t like any of her pets to wear underwear.”

“Oh,” I replied, slightly stunned by this newest piece of information.

She went to the door. “Follow me to the kitchen.”

I reached for her hand, dying to know the answer, “How did you become her, um, her….”

Maeko smiled genuinely at me as she finished my question. “How did I end up a full-service maid?”

“Yes, please tell me,” I exclaimed, thankful she understood my blabbering question and curious to know how Constance seduced her.


She retold the story, not once making eye contact with me. Her tone was not one of shame, but rather shyness. “I applied for the job as her maid two years ago. Mistress recognized me from some school function and the fact we had children in the same grade. She explained that she was a very demanding boss and expected perfection and total obedience from her help. I explained I was born in Japan, but grew up in China and lived in a home with a very domineering father and a mother with very high expectations. This seemed to please her and I was hired. For two months there was nothing obviously unique about the job; I even saw the Master of the house a few times. In retrospect, there were many small subtle things, but nothing that gave me any reason to be prepared for what would eventually be expected of me. For example, she often touched me gently whenever she spoke to me, she often complimented me on my appearance and she continually made alterations to my work outfit. What started as a simple maid outfit slowly changed into something much more provocative. The skirt got shorter and the blouse a little tighter. One day she informed me she expected her servants to always wear three-inch pumps. Although incredibly inconvenient for my job, I, of course, obeyed. Then two weeks ago I found a gift bag for me. In it were a dozen pairs of silk thigh high stockings with a note explaining she expected her servants to dress in classy stockings and not no-name pantyhose. I had never worn stockings before, nor did I even know such undergarments existed. It was clear she liked to demonstrate her power and our different social status. But once I put them on, I was surprised how sexual I felt and how good the silk felt on my legs.

Then the final deciding moment occurred. I came to work at my usual 6:30 time and found a note on the kitchen table to please come upstairs the moment I arrived. I followed the instruction and walked in on Mistress naked with a woman between her legs. I was stunned. I had never seen two women together. Mistress ordered me to the bed and once I reached her she explained that she was considering a major change in my duties. She explained that she wanted me to be a full-service maid. I didn’t respond, unclear of her intent. Mistress made it crystal clear as she ordered me to get on the bed and replace the girl who was currently serving her. I stood mystified by the request. She repeated her order, her tone domineering and clearly daring me to disobey. Without a word, I moved onto the bed and a very pretty woman, who I would later learn was the Mayor’s wife moved from between Mistress’s legs. I moved between them and waited further instructions. Mistress explained that while most people liked to wake up with an alarm and coffee, she liked to be woken up by having her cunt licked. She further explained that if I was to stay on as her maid, her
full service maid, this would be one of my duties. She also added that the full service maid comes with many perks including a substantial raise, a vehicle, and a clothing allowance. I would like to say I resisted, that I was forced into this role, but I, like you I am guessing, obeyed on my own free will. Oh sure she was dominant and very intimidating, but I accepted my role all on my own. I leaned in and licked her cunt. I had no idea what I was doing, having never done it before, nor had I ever had it done to me before either, my husband seeing it as something only sluts did. I licked and nibbled until she began moaning and telling me not to stop. Once she orgasmed on my face, I felt a strange tingle flow throughout my body. I felt a thrill having pleased her in such a way. I also felt a strange feeling of power in being able to bring someone such joy. Mistress, once she recovered from her orgasm, asked if I accepted my new terms. I shook my head in acceptance and watched as a triumphant smile spread across her face. She went on to tell me that it was time to get my first bonus. She instructed the other woman to please me. I attempted to object; explaining I was married and had never had that done to me before. I was first scolded for questioning her and then comforted when she came to grips that I had never, ever, been pleasured by a tongue, even my husband’s. She explained she too was married and that Pamela Washington, the Mayor’s wife, was obviously also married. She went on to explain that no man can please a woman like another woman and it was time for me to learn the forbidden fruit of lesbian lust. Mistress instructed the stranger to show me exactly how good sex with a woman could be. The pretty woman aggressively flipped me onto my back and gave me pleasure I didn’t know was possible. I came in less than two minutes. That night I went online and read articles on how to please a woman. Over the next week I also watched online videos. I was determined to be excellent at it, like I strive to be excellent in everything else I do.”


“Wow,” was all I could muster. I hid the fact that her story of submission had made me horny yet again.

Oblivious to my horniness and awe, she suggested, “We better go. Mistress will be wondering. Patience is not one of her strong points.” For the first time in ten minutes, she allowed our eyes to meet. She let a smile break her usual mask of obedience.

I followed her to the kitchen and saw Mistress at a large table eating. I went to sit down at one of the seven empty chairs but was stopped. “Your spot is over here, my pet.”

She pointed beside her. Once I reached her, I again attempted to take a seat and was rebuffed a second time.

“No, no, no, my pet. Pets don’t eat at the table, they eat on the floor.”

My cheeks went red with humiliation. I glanced down and saw a plate with sausage, eggs and toast on the ground. A glass of orange juice and cutlery was beside it.

When I didn’t move, Constance asked, “Is there a problem, my pet?”

Mortified, insulted and enraged, I wanted to scream yes there is a fucking problem, a big fucking problem, but instead responded like a good pet, “No problem, Mistress.” I sat down on the hardwood floor.

“Good,” she purred. “I didn’t think I would have discipline issues with you.”

We ate in silence, shame burning through my entire being. Here I was a mother of one, a respected teacher in the community, being treated like a household pet. Would the humiliation ever end?

Once breakfast was done, Mistress Constance announced, “Well we better get you to work, my pet.”

I stood up and followed her outside to her vehicle. We drove in silence for a couple of minutes until Constance informed, “My pet, just so you know, anyone you see wearing the collar you have on is a sub of mine. Understand that as soon as they see you wearing the collar today, they will know you are mine too. Also, as the newest addition to my growing list of subs, you are on the bottom of the totem pole. In other words, you are to obey any command any other sub of mine requests, as long as it does not impact your family or job. Is that understood?”

I had no response. I did understand, but this was getting way out of control. I attempted to reason with her. “Mistress I do understand, but is there any way to keep this between you and me?”

“Are you ashamed to be my pet?”

I thought briefly about the question. I was ashamed, but not because I was her pet, but because I was so weak. I was ashamed that I enjoyed my submission so much and that even now in this non-threatening situation I was already looking forward to the next time. That said, I didn’t want the whole world, or anyone else for that matter, knowing what kind of sexual deviant I was. I tried to explain my feelings to her. “No, Mistress, I am not ashamed of you. I am ashamed by my weakness and afraid for others to know the truth.”

Her tone was sweet and caring, a surprising shift from her usual up front and blunt tone. “Oh, is that it? The only ones who will know have already submitted to me, my pet. They know exactly what you are feeling. They have been exactly where you are right now. They will actually help you come to grips with your new reality.”

“New reality,” I murmured.

She smiled, “Yes. Your life will never be the same. Everything you thought you knew about yourself has vanished and been replaced by a new reality. In this reality you need to accept your role as my submissive, my sub. A reality where you accept you have no control over certain parts of your life. The sooner you do, the easier your training from lonely divorcee to eager submissive will be. You were not a happy woman when I met you. You were lost and lonely and searching for that missing piece. You just didn’t know what that missing piece was. You were searching for something that only someone like me could give you. You needed me. It is obvious, you desperately need to be told what to do, more so than any of my other subs, quite frankly. Your personality is submissive. Accept it.”

I tried to process this lengthy assessment of my character. As much as I would like to deny such an extreme assessment of who I am, I couldn’t. Everything she said was true. As I was about to respond, we arrived in the staff parking lot. Anxiety washed over me as I worried who might see me get out of her car.

Seeing my nervousness she chuckled, “No one is going to see you leaving a person’s vehicle and know that you are a cunt-licking sub who needs to have a Mistress, my pet.”

Of course she was right, although her vivid language had me red again. The best way to hide the truth was to act normal.

Her hand went under my dress. “You are pretty wet, my pet.”

I blushed, knowing she was indeed right.

Her finger slipped easily in my cunt and she finger-fucked me slowly. Smiling, she teased, “Aren’t you the least bit curious who else has submitted to me?”

I moaned, “Yes, Mistress, I am both curious and scared.”

Her fingers left my cunt and she licked off my juices. “I have to admit, my pet, you are fucking delicious.”

I couldn’t believe how happy I felt hearing such an absurd compliment. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Breaking the brief moment of intimate sweetness, she abruptly asked me to leave. “Now get out of here, I have an appointment in twenty minutes.”

I obeyed, getting out of the vehicle. She drove away and I walked towards the school, no one else knowing of my inner turmoil or my sexual descent.

I kept my head down as best I could and made it to my classroom without seeing a colleague. I prepared for my day and jumped like a guilty criminal when Alice came into my room. I noticed she did not have a collar on her neck and gave a silent sigh of relief. She asked how my Pederson interview went and I replied not as I expected, which was the understatement of the millennium. We chatted briefly about trivial work crap and she left.

Until recess, the morning came and went without any drama. I was on supervision this week and could no longer avoid all the potential colleagues who may soon learn of my, what did Mistress call it, new reality.

I did supervision was again grateful that both other supervisors were men. I made it back to my class and led my students to the library for their weekly book reading. I had my students sit on the floor in the reader’s corner like I usually did and sat down at the back so I could watch all my students. They seldom misbehaved, but every once in a while….

I was chatting with one of my students when Mrs. Hamilton began to read. I didn’t look up right away. She greeted the class. “Good morning, grade fours.”

The class replied in attempted unison, “Good morning, Mrs. Hamilton.”

I still hadn’t really paid much attention, distracted by a couple of students who had not yet settled down. “Today’s story is about secrets.”

Her deliberate hinting tone startled me. I looked up to our late 40s librarian, and recognized the collar on her neck. I gazed into her eyes and she gave me an all too knowing smile. I quickly broke eye contact and began to hyper-ventilate. I attempted desperately to control my breathing while Mrs. Hamilton read the story.

I zoned out as she read, trying to wrap my head around the realization that our married, mother of six, librarian, was one of Constance Pederson’s subs. If Mary Hamilton, the jolly, outgoing, rather chubby British librarian was a sub, then anyone on our staff was a possibility. Every female staff member flashed in my head, each now a real possibility to be a lesbian submissive.

I was brought back to the present when Mary’s tone changed for certain words in the story. I began to listen as it became clear she was attempting to give me a message, tease me or test me; possibly all. As she continued to read the story, she continued to stress certain words like: obey, secret, bad, surprised, ecstatic and soon. I took the coded message as a clear indication that Mary was thrilled I had joined this exclusive secret club and that she planned to do something to me soon.

As soon as the story was done, I ordered my students back to class, hoping to get out of the library without having to have a conversation with Mary. Alas, Mary made sure that didn’t happen. She instructed our students to sit down as our librarian assistant read a second story to them.

Mary invited me to her office and I reluctantly and nervously followed. She closed the door and immediately spoke. “I can’t believe it was you. Mistress said she planned to add one more sub to her group from this school, but I never considered you as an option.”

Much to my surprise, I got defensive, feeling insulted that she didn’t think I was good enough for Constance. “And why wasn’t I an option?” I cattily asked.

The librarian smiled and laughed genuinely. “Oh don’t take it personally, Hannah. I just thought you were too strong to be broken by her. But I guess if she can have Betty crawling on the floor licking all the cum after an eight person gangbang, no one is impossible.”

“Eight person gangbang? Principal Pierce?” I mumbled in complete disbelief.

“Oh yes. Betty questioned Constance in front of a couple other subs and was punished by being gangbanged by the college football team. She wore a mask so the boys didn’t know who they were coming on and in. After all eight shot their loads, our dear Principal was ordered to clean the floor with her mouth.”

I didn’t say a word. If my mouth could drop to the floor like in those Roger Rabbit cartoons, mine would have. Finally I asked the question I was dreading, “How many others are there?”

“Here or total?”


“At this school you are number five; in our school division at least another five; if you add others in the community at least twenty-five or thirty.”

The numbers hit through me like a tornado touching the surface after spinning for days. “Twenty-five or thirty,” I muttered.

“Yep. But I am thrilled she chose you.”

“You are?”

“Yes, I have had a crush on you for a long time,”

“You have?” I questioned, in a haze of flattered confusion.

“Oh yes, but now is not the time to get into that conversation. You should get back to your students, but we are not done here, my dear.”

I nodded in acknowledgement and returned to the library. Once back in my class, I cursed that I didn’t ask who the other two were. I made it to lunch, barely, my nerves near the brink of a complete Lindsay Lohan type of collapse.

I went to the cafeteria to grab some lunch. I checked slyly for any other collars, now wanting to know. None of the cafeteria ladies were wearing the symbol of submission. I grabbed my lunch and returned to my room without any further incident. As I ate my lunch, I couldn’t decide what was more stressful: actually finding out who the other subs were or waiting to find out.

Just as I finished my lunch, I was paged to the office. I tossed my plate in the trash and headed to the office. I wasn’t overly worried about seeing a collar in the office. Our secretary was 55 and a sweet grandma who often baked cookies for the staff. Our Vice-principal was a male so he was safe. Lastly, although I now knew that Principal Pierce was a sub, she was always on supervision patrol at lunch, so it was very unlikely she would be in the office. That said, my nerves began to shake as I approached the office.

I reached the office and let out a gasp. Our sweet-as-cotton-candy secretary was wearing the same declaration of obedience I was. I couldn’t even begin to fathom a situation where she would submit sexually to Mrs. Peterson could transpire. It was completely unfathomable. She greeted, in her usual sweet voice, “I heard you had joined our group.”

“You?” I asked, unbelievably.

She shrugged, “I really had no choice. None of us do.”

Still in a state of shock, “How?”

“All in good time, my dear, all in good time,” the collared secretary said. “Ms. Pierce will see you now.”

I took a deep breath and walked into our ice queen of a principal’s office and closed the door.

“I suggest you lock the door, Hannah,” Ms. Pierce recommended.

Expecting the worst, I did as suggested and locked the door.

I turned around. Ms. Pierce was at her desk, a devious smile on her face, “Well hi there, Hannah. How was last night?”

As expected, the collar was on her neck. I looked down, avoiding eye contact, but instead got another surprise. A pair of heels was protruding out from under Ms. Pierce’s desk. I returned my confused, stunned, nervous and uncomfortable gaze back to Ms. Pierce. Then suddenly anger filled me when it occurred to me that she played a prominent part of yesterday’s seduction. “You knew about this,” I accused.

She shrugged, like it was no big deal, “Yes, I did, Hannah. It wasn’t my idea, but when Mistress explained her plan to seduce you I assisted as requested.”


“Oh don’t play victim on me. You desperately needed this.”

“How could you possibly know this?” I asked, my anger bubbling to the surface.

“Am I wrong?”

“That’s not the point,” I replied angrily.

Ms. Pierce’s tone shifted from conversational to authoritative, “Look Hannah, it no longer matters, does it? You, like me, Donna, Mary and the dyke between my legs, are subs to Mistress Constance. How it happened doesn’t matter. We are the chosen few.”

I glared at her, curiosity of who was under the desk beginning to nag at me. “You had no right.”

“Hannah, this is getting old. I want to ask you a simple question. Would you go back in time eighteen hours if you could and do anything different?”

My rage began to simmer. I considered the question and had mixed emotions. On the one hand, today had been the most stressful day in my life and I was an emotional mess…and it was only lunch. If I could go back to when life made sense, life would be so much easier. Yet, on the other hand, I had never felt so liberated and never felt so free as I had last night. Giving myself mind and body to someone was the freest I had ever felt, and I definitely wanted to have that feeling again. Not to mention I had never felt such sexual pleasure as I did last night and this morning.

Her moans were also distracting and I couldn’t help but have a growing part of me want to be the girl under the desk. I tried to erase the image from my head, but it kept remerging. I hated this bitch.

“I’ll take your long silence as a no you wouldn’t change yesterday. Am I right?”

“Yes,” I confirmed, defeated.

“Come here,” she ordered.

I tentatively obeyed.

“Now just so you know, we don’t usually have sex at school, but today is a special day. It isn’t every day we get an addition into our special group.”

I held my breath, oddly hoping to be told what to do.

“On your knees, Hannah.”

Remembering Mistress’s instructions to obey every command from a collared woman, I obeyed, my pussy already beginning to leak.

“You want to please me, don’t you?”

Although my mind wanted to yell ‘no, I don’t, you fucking bitch,’ my body was in control and I heard myself almost beg, “Yes, Ms. Pierce.”

“Yes what, Hannah?” she asked, definitely attempting to exert her power over me.

Frustrated, horny and surprisingly eager to please and obey my bitch of a principal, “Yes, I want to please you.”


Fuck she really wanted to put me in my place. Frustrated and wanting to show a bit of a spine, I decided to answer boldly, “I want to crawl under your desk and replace the slut currently pleasing you.”

Mrs. Pierce smiled, obviously happy with my naughty and submissive answer. Wanting confirmation and using my own words, “You are offering to replace the slut between my legs.”


Ms. Pierce rolled her chair back and allowed the slut, as I called her, to crawl out from underneath her desk.

Who I saw, face glistening in cunt juice, was one last shocking surprise. I was face to face with my best friend for the past three years, my neighbour, Amy. Her facial expression, like mine I am sure, was one of complete embarrassment. Her eyes seemed to be pleading an apology. I couldn’t believe it. Amy the married mother of two, a four year old and an 18 month old, was also a sub. It seemed so improbable, I still didn’t believe it even though I was currently witnessing it.

Ms. Pierce, clearly amused by the last revelation and my reaction to it, asked, “Are you going to get under there or what? Class begins in fifteen minutes.”

I gave one last look back at Amy, whose expression was unreadable, before I disappeared under my Principal’s desk. She rolled her chair back and her pussy was instantly in front of me. Much to my surprise, it was quite hairy, although I couldn’t see that well under the desk. I leaned forward and began to please my principal, the person who, before yesterday, was number three on my most hated list, behind only my bastard of an ex-husband and Constance. Due to the abundance of hair surrounding her cunt, the pleasing was substantially more challenging than my first time yesterday licking Mistress Constance’s shaved pussy. Oddly, her aroma was intoxicating, seemingly held in by her pubic hair. Concerned about time, I used my finger to fuck her as I attempted to lick her. Luckily, Amy already had her very wet and the double pleasure I gave her had her moaning rather quickly and I knew when she squeezed her legs tight against my head she was close. I hooked my finger inside her cunt, searching for her G-spot. Although slightly elusive, once I found it, her legs pulled me in and she came all over my mouth. I continued to lap at her juices until the chair rolled away. I quickly crawled from underneath the desk and stood up, desperate to end this humiliation. I perused the room, but Amy was gone.

“Wow, for a rookie, you have great potential.”

“Thanks, I guess,” I replied, not sure whether that was necessarily a good thing.

“You better go clean up before you return to class.”

She pointed to the bathroom in her office. I washed up and was thankful that I was not much of a make-up person. I returned to Ms. Pierce’s office.

“One last thing, Hannah.”

I feared what else there could possibly be. “Yes,” I replied, my tone going for annoyed.

“When we are alone, you may call me Betty.”

“Ok, Betty,” I responded, the name sounding odd and slightly bitter on my lips.

I left her office and returned to class. Knowing all four of Mistress’s other subs lifted a major burden. The anxiety I was feeling had dissipated and was replaced by dread and I pondered my next conversation with Amy. When had she submitted? Why didn’t I know? She taught Devon last year after returning from maternity and complained about him as well. Then suddenly it stopped. That must have been when she submitted, over a year ago.

Amy had become my best friend since we started teaching together three years ago. Last year, she moved across the street from me and we bonded even more. I was still married then, but when my marriage ended she was the one there for me. She listened, she supported, and she even played a little tough love to help get me back on my feet. She knew everything about me, until my life-altering change last night. I thought I knew everything about her, but apparently I didn’t.

The day ended finally. I had just finished packing up for the night when Amy came to visit. She closed the door and sat on top of one of the student’s desks. I noticed, for the first time, that the skirt she was wearing, while school appropriate, had a generous slit that when sitting like she was, revealed she was wearing thigh highs. A small smirk crossed my face, realizing she and I were now in the same predicament.

Amy broke the awkward silence, “Hannah, I am so sorry I never told you before.”

I whispered, as if people could hear our perverse conversation beyond these four walls, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Would you have told me? Plus, how does one tell their best friend such a humiliating reality? It is not something that comes up in everyday conversation. Hi, how was your day? Good I bought a new outfit, tried a new recipe and, oh yeah, I became Constance Pederson’s submissive slave.”

I laughed. What else was there to do? She was right. Our situation was absurd and it is extremely unlikely, 99.9999 percent that I would have told Amy my situation if it hadn’t come out the way it did. “I’m sorry, Amy, I am not mad at you, I am mad at myself.”

Amy hopped off the desk to comfort me, wrapping her arms around me. Yesterday this would have been a simple friendly hug between two women, but today it could mean so many other things. She spoke gently, “Hannah, it is ok. I have accepted my role as her sub and for the most part it is not much different than before it occurred. She doesn’t expect a lot of my time, but she does expect total obedience.”

Tears ran down my cheeks like a rapid flowing river. “I couldn’t resist, Amy. I tried, but I couldn’t. Then to make matters worse, I really enjoyed it.”

“It’s ok, Hannah,” Amy comforted, “It’s ok.”

“No, it’s worse,” I blurted, “I crave it. I can’t get it out of my mind.”

“Trust me, Hannah, I understand. I was in the same situation you were, just a year ago.”

“How did it happen to you?” I blubbered through a wave of tears.

She rubbed my back, “The same as you I think. It was parent-teacher interviews and one minute I am defending the critical comments on Devon’s report card and next thing I know she was fingering me at my desk. Half an hour later, I was at her house and the rest is still a blur.”

“How do we end it?”

Amy asked sincerely, “Do you really want to end it? I know your next month will be intense as she tests you to make sure you will be loyal. But after that, things settle down.”

“Yes…no…I don’t know,” I blabbered, an incoherent mess, as I backed up a bit.

“It’s ok, Hannah. It will take some time to come to grips with what has happened. I know it is very overwhelming.”

“That is an understatement,” I joked, attempting to lighten the tense mood.

“But seriously, Hannah, I am always here for you. If you need to talk about this, I am here to listen.”

“I know, Amy, it’s just I don’t even know where to begin. I feel angry, confused, ashamed, lost, embarrassed, and mortified. Yet, I also feel excited, needed, and important. If that makes any sense,” I attempted to explain, not remotely understanding myself.

“I completely understand Hannah. I have been through every emotion you are feeling as well. I have only recently accepted the reality of who I am.” Amy paused, her eyes swimming directly into mine. She took a deep breath and nervously announced, “Hannah, I have to tell you something, I have wanted to tell you for quite some time.”

I wiped my tears away from my eyes, before looking directly into hers. “Amy, you can tell me anything. Apparently, you know everything about me.”

“I am a lesbian, Hannah. I have known this for a long time, but I had never completely come to grips with it. So when Constance seduced me, I didn’t even attempt to fight it. I wanted it. I needed it. She saw that in me and she seemed to have seen it in you too. Now I don’t mean I am bi or just a submissive for Mistress Constance. I mean I am in love with a woman. A beautiful, sexy, smart, sweet woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

I was shocked by this admission; she seemed to be happily married. I could only recall a handful of times she had complained about Eric. Being a good friend, “It’s Ok, Amy, I love you for who you are, the same way I know you love me and accept me. You mean the world to me Amy and I will be there for whatever you need.” As soon as I acknowledged this, I knew it was true. Amy was my lifeline, the one who was there whenever I needed it, selflessly helping me through my divorce, my job and even looking after my daughter Elaine.

It was Amy’s turn to break down. Tears flowed down her cheeks like wine. Suddenly I wanted to taste them. I took my finger and caught a tear and placed it to my lips. The sweetness warmed me. Amy was about to say something, but fearing it would break this intimate moment and a thirst I was desperate to quench, I was impulsive for one of the first times in memory. I leaned in and kissed her. I didn’t think first, I just let my instincts take over. She had been my best friend for a long time and this seemed so natural after a long day of very unnatural things. She returned the kiss and soon we were having our first kiss. We kissed for maybe a minute and just as I could feel the tingle in my spine flow up my back and my pussy began to feel that special warmth, Amy broke the kiss.

She looked directly into my eyes, “Hannah, I don’t want to take advantage of you during such a vulnerable time.”

“I kissed you,” I pointed out, tapping her nose with my finger.

“Are y-y-you s-sure?” Amy stuttered, her nervousness clearly prevalent.

“One hundred percent,” I responded, being sure about something for the first time in the last twenty-hour strange hours.

“Hannah,” Amy’s tears began to flow again, “It’s you!”

“Yes it is,” I responded, kiddingly, unclear of her intent.

“No, Hannah. I love you.”

“I love you too, Amy.”

“No, Hannah. I love you, love you. I love you in the I want-to-divorce-my-husband-move-in-with-you-and-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you kind of love you.”

Suddenly the world stopped. In this brief moment of clarity, a moment that only happens a couple times in one’s lifetime, I saw her, my life and the world for what it was. She was the one. And if it took the complete humiliation of submitting to Constance to realize what was right in front of my eyes, well so be it. Fate had a funny way of playing, but I wasn’t going to let this chance of happiness slip through my hands. “I love you too,” I proclaimed, my whole body warming inside, telling my heart the words I returned were true.

The smile on her face and the glow in her cheeks radiated from her as she hugged me again. An embrace so sweet, so tender, that I was putty in her arms. In her embrace, I felt at home for the first time since before my marriage collapsed. I felt love.

It’s funny though, the awkward silence that follows a declaration of love. She looked at me words on the tip of her tongue and I returned the gaze with words on the tip of mine.

Finally, Amy broke the silence, “Well now what?”

“Well, bastard who shall remain nameless has Elaine until 8 o’clock tonight. So let’s go to my place and talk in private. My mind is already thinking of a trillion questions to ask you and another part of me is thinking of a trillion things to do to you.”

“Oh my, Hannah,” Amy exclaimed, “If I had only known sooner.”

“I myself didn’t know, so how could you know?” I shrugged, reaching for my bag. “Meet you at my place?”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Amy guaranteed and followed me out of my class and to the parking lot.

During the drive home, away from Amy, I had time to think rationally. Did I really love her or was it just the heat of the moment? After a pros and cons list like I always do in my head, I concluded that yes, I loved her. Not just a friend love, but indeed a ‘I-want-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you’ kind of love. Was I ready for such love? I realized whether I was ready or not, it was here, and my heart was speaking for me. The excitement of being in love and in a relationship with my best friend was countered by the fact that I had a six-year-old daughter and she had two young children. My daughter, obviously, knew Amy really well and called her Auntie. How would I explain this to my daughter? Or would I? Was I ready for the complications that came with a relationship, especially a same-sex relationship? I arrived at my house with all these questions swirling in my head and not an answer in sight. My horniness was long gone and replaced by excessive anxiety. I began to place roadblock after roadblock on my relationship before it started.

Luckily for my over-reactive brain, Amy pulled up into her driveway and I had to suppress the million nagging thoughts pecking at my brain.

Once inside, I grabbed a bottle of wine, filled both our glasses and brought the bottle with me to the living room. Amy was sitting down on the couch and I handed her a glass of wine and sat down beside her like I always had. We looked at each other and as soon as I saw the twinkle in the green of her eyes and the resonating warmth of her smile, my worries disappeared. She sipped her wine and asked concerned, as she put her hand on my stocking-covered knee, “Are you sure, Hannah?”

The warmth of her hand had me instantly distracted and instantly feeling the heat down below. And although I was not remotely sure what the future held, or if there was really a chance for us to be a real couple, I answered with all my heart, “I have never been surer of anything in my life, Amy.”

Her smile grew wider and she took my wine glass and put both on the table. Returning to me, she put both hands on my cheeks and, without a word, leaned in for a kiss. I could feel fireworks explode in my head as our lips touched and her tongue slipped inside my mouth. The kiss began soft and tender, but slowly grew in heat and passion. We were making out like two teenagers on a first date, our tongues exploring every crevice of each other’s mouths. My breathing got heavier and I became desperate to do more. My hands began to explore Amy’s body. She did the same. Her hands caressing my arms and legs had me weak at the knees and I was thankful to be sitting. As if hearing my inner thoughts, Amy broke the kiss and pulled me up. She fumbled with my zipper as she fervently attempted to get my dress off. Once off, she gently pushed me back onto the couch and onto my back. I lay on the couch like prey, and as my predator looked me over, I could sense her need to devour me. Her smile of lust was like an aphrodisiac and I was desperate to be the main course. Much to my surprise, and at first disappointment, she didn’t devour me whole. Instead I became a full course meal. She took off my heels and took my pinkie toe in her mouth. She sucked on it, in essence making love to my toe. She continued this erotic teasing, taking each of my toes into her mouth and repeating the sensual tease. My moans continued with each toe. She followed the slow seduction, by repeating the process with my other foot. Time stood still as she savoured each of my toes through the sheer nylon. Once the last toe had been individually pleased, she lifted my foot up straight and licked the sole of my foot. It tickled slightly, but the sensation was unbelievable. She didn’t seem to miss an inch of my foot. Again, she repeated the process on my other stocking-clad foot, making me a bowl of jelly and she hadn’t even touched any of my special spots.

Speaking for the first time in fifteen minutes, “How are you doing, Hannah?”

“Exquisite,” I replied, being a bit coy.

“Oh, I haven’t even gotten started, my pet.”

‘My pet’. A chill went up my spine at Amy using the same pet name that Mistress Constance had just yesterday used in her seduction of me. I wondered if that meant she was my Mistress too, or was it just word play? I left the question unanswered. I was again distracted by the touch of Amy’s lips, which were ever so gently kissing my ankle and slowly, like a turtle walking, moved up my leg. As Amy’s head moved closer to my vagina, I thought I might explode. Her erotic teasing had me where I had never been before. Her head finally reached my pussy. She paused and deliberately made eye contact with me. She smiled and extended her tongue. Her tongue lightly brushed my pussy lips, yet another tease. After less than fifteen seconds of attention to my desperate pussy, she moved away and down my other leg. I thought I would explode, my body reacting to the incredible tease. She continued down my leg, kissing and nibbling my entire body. Once she reached my foot, she paused, bit my toe gently and slid her tongue up my entire leg. Again she reached my pussy and again she gave nothing more than a tease, rolling over it as she progressed up my body. She kissed my belly, tongued my belly button and moved up to my breasts.

Speaking for the first time in minutes, she ordered, although gently, “Take your bra off, Hannah.”

I moved up a bit and obeyed the command, allowing my small breasts to come free.

Amy purred, “Your nipples are hard, baby. Is that because of me?”

“Yes,” I moaned back, slightly embarrassed at how excited she had made me. “You are driving me crazy.”

Amy winked, “I am going to make love to you Hannah. Every part of you needs to be worshipped.”

I blushed even more, I imagine. Amy pushed me back onto my back and began kissing my breasts. At first she kissed and licked my breasts, occasionally allowing her tongue or lips to lightly touch my nipple. The teasing was both exhilarating and frustrating. I was not used to having my body worshipped. I was used to my body being used for the pleasure of others, by my ex-husband, the few boys I dated back in the day and most recently last night by Mistress Constance. I wanted to be fucked, to be used and was not sure how to deal with this gentleness. As if she heard my inner thoughts, she began to bite my breasts and once on each breast she sucked my nipple into her mouth. I let out a loud moan, her warm mouth on my nipples allowing a chill to flow up my spine. Amy continued up my body to my neck, another weak spot, and finally my ear, my ultimate wet spot. As her hot breath and tongue bathed my ear, she repositioned her knee so it was directly against my pussy. I let out more of a scream than a moan, while Amy whispered, “You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, my body completely at her every whim.

She bit my ear, harder than expected, before our lips met again. I attempted to hint to her my eagerness to come as I kissed her with reckless passion. Desperate to come, I attempted to rub my pussy on Amy’s leg in an attempt to get off. Amy broke the kiss, “No, no, baby. All in good time, baby. Just let Amy treat you like you need to be treated.”

I began, “Please Amy, I need….”

But she put her finger to my lips, “Shhhh, baby, just let Amy take care of you. I promise you it will be worth the wait.”

She moved back down my body, her tongue again meandering haphazardly on my skin. Once she reached my now wet pussy, she ordered, “Turn around, baby.”

I obeyed and was on my knees, my arms resting on the couch. I couldn’t see her well, but could feel her tongue and lips on my ass. She worshipped my ass like she had the rest of my body: with kisses, licks, nibbles and bites. I was a horny mess by this time. She pushed my ass slightly forward and pulled my ass cheeks apart. Much to my surprise, I felt her tongue on my rosebud. I couldn’t believe it. My best friend, who had been with me through thick and thin, was now tonguing my asshole. It was really incomprehensible. Even more shocking was how good her tongue felt in my taboo area. I let out another moan, the teasing and random pleasing driving me mad. Suddenly, without warning, I felt a finger slip inside my pussy.

“Aaaaahh,” I bellowed, shocked by the sudden penetration and just as equally thrilled by it.

Amy pumped her fingers in and out of my soaking wet pussy for a brief time and just as suddenly pulled them out, leaving my pussy an abandoned mess.

“Please Amy, put them back in,” I begged, pushing my ass back, blindly attempting to find her fingers.

Amy spanked my ass, not hard, but not playful either. “Patience, baby, patience,” she instructed in a tone that hinted at dominance. I wanted to yell at her to quit teasing me and just fuck me, but I didn’t. A second slap on my ass followed, slightly harder, and she commanded, “Baby, turn back around.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I accidently replied. I attempted to correct myself, “I-I-I ….”

“Mistress,” Amy mused, her finger slowly caressing my inner thigh. Her tone shifting to serious, “Do you want me to be your Mistress, Hannah?”

Her eyes bored into me, her smile not giving away whether she was serious or not. Unsure what to say, I finally stammered, “I-I-I-um.”

“You do want me to be your Mistress, don’t you baby?” Before I could respond and admit my true desire to be her loyal, willing, unconditional sub, she, thankfully, went between my legs and began licking. After all the gentleness of the past hour, I was expecting a similar tenderness when she finally began licking me. Instead, I got an all out assault on my pussy. She went directly to my clit and sucked on it, attempting to swallow it whole. I let out an earth shattering scream the moment my best friend’s mouth made contact. I orgasmed in only a few seconds. As the orgasm quaked through my entire being, Amy let my clit slip out of her mouth, but kept licking. The continued licking of my cunt with constant pressure from Amy, kept my juices flowing and as the first orgasm began to dissipate, a second orgasm was already building. Amy kept licking, moving her whole head up and down, almost like she was bobbing on a cock. I watched closely, mesmerized by the sight of my beautiful, sweet, compassionate best friend, pleasuring me in a way I couldn’t even have begun to imagine twenty-four hours ago. Her eyes met mine and I blushed, feeling like I had just been caught stealing from the cookie jar. Yet, unlike shy and insecure me, I didn’t break eye contact. Instead I continued to gaze into the eyes of my best friend. She seemed to smile, although it was hard to tell with her mouth full of my pussy. She began to hum on my pussy lips, and a new sensation hit me. Almost instantly, a second orgasm flowed through me even greater than the first. I screamed, “Oh my God Amy, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Amy obliged, continuing to lick my soaking wet cunt. My juices flooded out of me like a tidal wave. My best friend licked and licked, continuing to please me as I almost hyperventilated from the pure pleasure. She slowed down while I slowly attempted to regain my breath. Just when I thought I was done, Amy surprised me again. She suddenly slid two fingers into my cunt. The suddenness made me scream in delicious joy and while she finger-fucked me hard and fast, she took my clit back in her mouth. Again unaware of my words, I screamed, “Yes Mistress, make your slut cum. Fuck her hard.” The intense double pleasure was too much and a third powerful orgasm hit me with full force. I realized my words only after they escaped my mouth. Amy didn’t say anything while she continued pleasing me. Long past propriety, I continued my vocal babble, “Fuck, Amy, I have never felt so good. Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk.”

The intense pressure was too much, my pussy raw from the constant coming and I had to push Amy’s expert mouth away. “Stop, stop, oh my God, I can’t take anymore.”

Amy’s smile was one of pure satisfaction. She stood up and said, her tone a bit more powerful than I had ever heard from her, “Ok, pet. Calling me Mistress once could be seen as a slip of the tongue, but twice, well that is curious.” She took off her shirt. Once off, she discarded it on the floor. While she unzipped her skirt, she explained, “Baby, you are completely submissive aren’t you?”

“I think so,” I whispered, somewhat ashamed.

Her skirt fell to the floor, displaying a beautiful shaved pussy, with a nice patch of hair above her clit. Her eyes never left mine. “So baby, are you ready to please me?”

I wanted nothing more. This time I knew exactly what I was saying when I responded, “Yes, Mistress Amy.”

Amy directed me to come to her using only her finger. I surprised her, I think, when I got on the floor and crawled the few feet to her. Suddenly anxiety filled me. I so desperately wanted to please her, I was worried I would be a disappointment, especially after what she had just done do me. She asked, “You want to taste your Mistress’s pussy, baby?”

“Yes, Mistress Amy,” I responded, “but I am worried I won’t please you the way you just pleased me.”

“Oh baby, just do what is natural,” she comforted.

Following her instructions, I sat up on my knees and began to lick Amy’s pussy while she stood. As soon as my tongue made contact with her pussy, she moaned, “That’s it baby, lick my pussy.”

Although difficult to get comfortable, I continued licking her pussy lips, her heavenly scent and taste were an amazing assault on my senses. Deciding to attempt to tease her and at the same time show her I wanted to be her submissive, I moved away from her delicious nectar and kissed her thigh. I slowly, like she had done to me, moved down her leg, kissing gently her stocking-clad leg. When I reached her foot, I bent down and kissed her perfectly manicured toes, like a servant waiting further instruction.

“Baby, you really are the most submissive woman I have ever met. You get wet being told what to do, don’t you baby?”

“Yes,” I answered, no longer even ashamed by the reality of who I really was.

“Kiss my feet, baby, suck my toes like a good little sub,” she ordered.

“Yes, Mistress Amy,” I eagerly responded, happy to be told exactly what to do. No longer surprisingly, my pussy began to get a special tingling again.

I sucked each of her toes one at a time, as she had mine. I took my time, attempting to suck each toe in my mouth like a small cock. Pleasing her feet so thoroughly was exciting, although a bit difficult because of the sheer nylons on her feet. Once done, I moved to her other foot and repeated the gentle pleasure.

Once I was finished, her breathing now heavier, she asked, “Do you have any toys?”

“Just a vibrator.”

“Well we will have to work on adding to your collection, baby,” she advised. Sitting on the couch, she ordered, “Go get it, baby.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I obeyed and began to get up.

“No, no, baby. I like you on all fours like a good sub, a good pet. I want to watch you crawl and get it. Bring it back to me in your mouth like you are carrying a bone.”

I fell back on all fours, “Yes, Mistress, your wish is my command.” I crawled away, feeling her eyes bearing down on me. Such an order should have humiliated me, yet it actually made me hornier. The feeling of complete submission, of unconditional obedience, was liberating. And, unlike with Mistress Constance, where I never felt safe and was always nervous and scared, with Amy I felt completely at home and safe, completely comfortable and eager to make her happy. The stairs were a bit awkward at first and somewhat humiliating, but I fulfilled the instructions, retrieving my fuck-toy and returning on all fours with the toy in my mouth. If going up the stairs was awkward, going down was an adventure in balance. I went slowly, scared to stumble down the stairs, but also determined to not disobey a direct order.

Jenna was standing in line to go through security at an airport. She was very excited; she was working through college and had finally saved up enough money for a trip home to see her family and boyfriend. It was a very long line, new security measures had backed the process up so much that there were people winding all the way back to the door. Jenna was not worried though, she was so excited that she arrived at the airport four hours early. She was passing time by talking with a guy from her math class who was right behind her. There were a lot of people from her school in line, all trying to get home.

When Jenna finally got to the head of the line she took off her shoes and belt as instructed and walked through the metal detector. A red light and a beep sounded as she walked through. The security person on the other side, a tall, thin, flat, strict looking woman, named Iris, came up to her and asked her if she had anything in her pockets.

Jenna replied “just my ID, boarding pass and some cash.”

The security woman looked even more annoyed as she instructed Jenna to spread her arms and legs so the she could use the wand on her. Jenna did as she was told; the wand went off three times, once over each of her breasts and once over her crotch.

Jenna blushed; she immediately knew what the issue was. She had just recently gotten three new piercings as a surprise for her boyfriend.

Jenna leaned in and whispered nervously to the Iris “um, I think my, uh, pier-piercings are setting that th-thing off.”

The woman suddenly looked less annoyed, she even smiled a little. She motioned two other security personnel over, a large unhappy looking woman, named Marge and a skinny guy with a big smile on his face who looked to be barely out of high school, named Dan.

Iris then said to Jenna in a pleasant but instructing voice “We are going to have to process you, since we cannot be sure the piercings are the only thing setting our machine off. Please spread your arms and legs again, I will need to give you a full pat down.”

Jenna did as she was told; the “pat down” was very thorough and made her feel very uncomfortable.

Iris rubbed her hands firmly all over Jenna’s body. She paid most attention to a couple areas though. She pressed her hand firmly into Jenna’s crotch, and then Iris moved up and rubbed Jenna’s young firm breasts.

When this was over Jenna breathed a sigh of relief and said “m-may I go through now?”

Iris replied “sorry, not just yet we have procedure we must follow to ensure nothing unauthorized gets through.”

Dan the male security officer then brought a plastic bin over to Jenna as Iris said, with a sinister look “please remove your blouse and slacks and place them in the bin for inspection.”

Jenna gaped at her for a moment and finally replied “I cannot do that, there are hundreds of people here and I will be left in my undies!”

“Ma’am we must follow procedure or we cannot let you fly today” said Iris.

Jenna was very worried, if she refused she would miss her flight and it would take her another year to save up the money for another trip. Finally she replied “Ok, I’ll do it, but isn’t there a private room we can do this in?”

The security woman replied “No, that was deemed unsafe for security personnel, being confined with a possible dangerous individual. Now we do it right here!”

“So now I am expected to strip down to my undies in front of everyone!?” Said Jenna, motioning to the hundreds of people, from children to elderly, waiting in line.

Iris, looking very judgmental, replied “Well ma’am, you are the one who showed up to the airport with metal under your clothes. No one is forcing you to do this; you just cannot fly with us if you are not willing to comply with our rules.”

Turning bright red and shaking a little Jenna began unbuttoning her blouse in in full view of everyone around. She kept her eyes on her hands to stop from thinking about all the people watching her strip in the middle of the airport. The crowd was full of murmurs, and curious questions. Once her blouse was unbuttoned and she was pulling it off she began to hear laughter, and shocked expressions mixed in with increased murmuring. She felt the fear and humiliation building and it was making her shiver.

Jenna got her shirt off, placed it in the bin and started to unbutton her pants when she noticed the first flash, and then another, and another. She looked around to see phones and cameras all over pointing at her! Jenna stopped and snapped nervously at Iris almost in tears “can’t you do something about them taking pictures!?”

Iris responded with a wicked grin “We have no right to take their cameras and phones away. THEY didn’t do anything wrong.”

Jenna began shaking even more and she felt the tears building in her eyes. She let out a little whimper as she slipped her pants off and put them in the bin with her blouse.

The crowd was alive with shocked women and cheering men!

Jenna was five foot six inches tall, had a slim waist, perky 34D breasts and perfectly round ass. She was wearing a lacy push up bra that barely covered her nipples, and boy shorts that only covered the top half of her ass before disappearing between her cheeks.

It was like a bad dream, standing there in front of countless people in just her bra and panties! Jenna watched with worry as the Marge picked up the bin and took it around a corner and out of sight.

Jenna cried out in fear “Where is she taking my clothes?!”

“Don’t worry you will get them back after you and your clothes have been cleared” replied Iris.

“Am I not cleared yet? What more do you want from me?” At this Dan snickered as he placed another bin in front of her.

Jenna stared at it wide eyed with fear as she stammered out “y-you c-cannot expect me t-to…” But she was cut off before she could finish.

“Now remove your undergarments and place them in the bin.” Instructed Iris with an unpleasant smile on her face.

“N-No, please don’t make me do that in front of all these people!” begged Jenna with despair in her voice and tears forming in her eyes.

“It’s either that or we turn you away and confiscate the clothes we already have” answered Iris with a sneer.

Jenna looked hopelessly around at all the people. The women were either shocked or amused; they were either laughing and pointing or covering their mouth with shock. The men were all entertained; they were cheering, laughing or shouting crude comments. Children were peeking around mother’s hands to get a look at the half naked lady and point in amazement. All around people were taking pictures or videos with cameras and cell phones alike. She even saw her classmates laughing and recording her humiliation!

Finally she decided she didn’t have much of a choice. Blinking away her tears as beat she could and starting with her bra, she undid the hooks in the back. She covered her breasts as best she could with one arm as she slipped off the bra and threw it in the bin with the other. With her free hand she slid her panties down her ass. The crowd of people was going crazy! She picked up her panties with her toes, to keep from bending over, and put them in the bin with her bra covering her crotch with her hand.

The Marge came back and took her underwear away, down the same hall as the rest of her clothes.

Jenna watched as her last articles of clothing were taken out of sight, completely inaccessible to her. Suddenly Jenna realized the full weight of her situation; she was completely naked in front of hundreds of people with no way of getting her clothes until she satisfied the demands of this evil security woman. She was shaking so much and breathing so fast she thought she would pass out from humiliation. She had never been so embarrassed in her life!

“I have d-done everything you ask-asked, that other w-woman has loo-looked at all m-my clothes, can I p-please have them b-back now?” Stammered Jenna, she could barely speak from humiliation.

“Your clothes are being cleared right now. Before you can go get them I must clear your body. Now let me inspect those piercings, arms behind your head and legs spread out!” Said Iris as she snapped on a pair of latex gloves.

Jenna started to protest, but realized she had no choice. If she refused now security would confiscate her clothes and deny her access to her flight. She let out a small sob, blinking wildly, trying to hold back her tears. Slowly she placed her hands behind her head, while inching her feet apart, exposing herself to everyone.

Her breasts were round and perky, the cool temperature in the airport had given her little goose bumps and her pierced nipples were hard and pointing. Her crotch was shaved and her pierced clitoris was clearly visible.

Camera flashes were going off everywhere and video cameras were recording every inch of her exposed body.

Jenna turned the most violent shade of red, vainly trying to hide her face and pleaded with Iris, “I am b-begging you, you c-can see I am not dan-dangerous to anyone! Can we p-please go somewhere away f-from all these pe-people?”

“Ma’am I have no way of knowing whether or not you are dangerous just by looking at you. Besides your humiliation is teaching so many people what they can expect if they do not come to the airport prepared.” As Iris said this she moved closer to Jenna eying her naked body. “Now let’s get your body cleared shall we, so that we can stop holding up all these people? First off let’s make sure these perky breasts are not prosthetics meant to hide dangerous objects.” Said Iris squeezing Jenna’s tits and then pulling her nipples hard “to make sure they’re real” she said.

Jenna cried out, a single tear rolling down her cheek, as her nipples were squeezed and pulled.

The people watching gasped and laughed at Jenna’s discomfort.

Next Iris thrust her hand between Jenna’s legs and said “now let’s make sure you don’t have anything hidden down here.” As she rubbed her fingers around Jenna’s exposed pussy she squirmed and whimpered in humiliation. Jenna began squeezing her legs closed little by little.

Iris finally said “this is not working; I need to be able to see what I am doing!”

She stood up, turned behind Jenna and pushed her shoulders forward, bending Jenna over a desk. She then yanked Jenna’s legs wide for a better view. This also gave everyone there a clear view of her tight little pussy.

The men really enjoyed this, and the women were shocked! Jenna was so embarrassed, she couldn’t even think strait. She just buried her face in her hands and tried to drown out the horrible sounds from the crowd. She kept hoping she would wake up and this would all be a dream.

Iris knelt down real low, and to one side behind Jenna, so the crowd of people could get a good view. She used her fingers to spread Jenna’s pussy lips wide so that she, and everyone else could get a good look at Jenna’s piercing, and much more. While spreading her lips with one hand Iris tugged on the piercing with the other saying “aren’t you glad you chose to wear these today?”

Jenna just cried out a little and flinched from the rough handling of her clit piercing.

Then, without warning Iris shoved two fingers deep into Jenna’s pussy and said, “Have to make sure you haven’t hidden anything in this tight little hole.”

Jenna gasped and squeezed her eyes shut at the feeling of the fingers thrusting into her. Her breathing increased and she whimpered slightly as Iris’s fingers probed her quivering pussy. She risked a peak back at the crowd from under her arm and saw a state of panic. People were going wild; some women were now covering their faces or running away, one woman even passed out in line! But what shocked her most was a crowd of girls from her school all laughing pointing, standing behind a high quality camera on a tripod, the kind that can zoom in so close they could probably see, in great detail the fingers shoved deep inside of her. She quickly looked away planting her face in the table again!

After about a couple minutes, Iris pulled her fingers out and said “Well I don’t think you have hidden anything in there.”

Jenna sighed in relief wiping tears from her cheeks.

Iris spread Jenna’s ass cheeks wide with her hands, exposing her anus for all to see. After making sure everyone had time to get a good look and take pictures she took her, still slippery, two fingers and quickly shoved them into Jenna’s rear as she said, “we have to check everywhere to make sure you are not transporting anything inside you.”

Jenna’s body jerked as she cried out from the feeling of Iris shoving her fingers inside her anus. Tears streaked down her eyes as fingers curled and squirmed inside her ass as hundreds of people watched her humiliation.

Just as it seemed she was about to pull her fingers out Jenna heard a yell from one of the girls in her class “check her anus good! That ass is way to round for a white girl!”

Another girl added “yeah, get in there deep! She must have stuffed it with something!”

Jenna was shocked! How could they be so cruel? Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of the security woman driving her fingers in as deep as she could get them in her anus.

As Iris searched Jenna’s ass she said “we must take any threats seriously, those girls might know something we don’t!”

Iris bent and twisted her fingers around inside of Jenna’s anus, searching her thoroughly. The group of girls who made the comments were hysterical with laughter, watching the security woman probe poor Jenna’s anus mercilessly!

After completely abusing Jenna’s anus in front of everyone Iris finally pulled her fingers out and said, “turns out there wasn’t anything in their after all. Stay right there we are almost done now.”

Jenna shuddered at the feeling of Iris’s fingers sliding out her ass. She was so grateful this ordeal was almost over!

Iris got down again, cleaned up Jenna with a paper towel and took a couple of close up pictures of Jenna’s clit piercing and a couple pictures of her bent over the desk, then said “stand up straight, put your hands behind your head and spread your legs for me again for one more minute.”

Jenna closes her eyes and did what she was told, thinking to herself ‘this is almost over, this is almost over, and the worst is behind me.’

Iris then took a close-up photo of both breasts and her clit again; finally she took pictures of Jenna from a few different angles and said “you may relax now. Do you know what we will use the pictures I took for?”

Jenna stood there covering herself up as best she could with her hands. Her cheeks were wet with tears and mascara. She answered in a weak and shaky voice “I-I don’t know, c-can I please jus-just have my clothes back now?”

Iris replied “Almost, we are going to make posters of these pictures with advice on what not to wear to the airport and what happens if you do. Then we will post them all over the airport, at travel agents, and on our website to educate future travelers.”

“W-what?! You can’t do that!” cried Jenna.

“Yes we can! When you purchased your tickets you agreed to our terms. In those terms, if you read them, you would have seen that you agreed to allow us to take photos of you at any phase of your travel and use them however we wish.” Said Iris with a cruel but short laugh.

Jenna imagined all the people who would see these humiliating posters: strangers, classmates, friends, family. She didn’t know if she would ever go to another airport again. She sobbed a little as tears rolled down her face again and said in a completely defeated voice “please, I beg you just let me have my clothes!”

Iris smiled wide and said “Your clothes and all of your things have been sent to your gate, I must give you these clearance tags to allow you to pass and you can collect them there.”

Iris reached into a drawer and pulled out three green streamers with metal clover clamps on them and the word CLEARED spelled out. She clamped a streamer to each of Jenna’s nipples and one to her clit just behind the piercings.

Jenna gasped and whined as the clamps bit down on her nipples and put pressure on her nipple piercings. She cried out and jerked in pain as the clamp crushed down on her clitoris. Iris pulled out another streamer, this one with a large black plug on the end and a much longer streamer. She moved behind Jenna and pushed the plug against Jenna’s anus. It would not go in at first but Iris pushed and twisted the plug until Jenna’s tight hole finally swallowed up the large bulbous plug.

Jenna moaned and sobbed as Iris was working the plug into her ass and as her ass eventually accepted the widest part of the plug Jenna let out a small scream. The probe slid deep into Jenna’s anus, making her feel very full and pushing against her bladder. Jenna had tears streaming down her cheeks, she was shivering with cold and humiliation and she felt like her legs were going to crumple from underneath her.

The crowd was delighted by her appearance, those who stayed. A large amount of women left from embarrassment or fear.

Iris laughed and said “well you are finally cleared and all you can do is stand there!?”

Jenna responded through her sobs “I-I cannot w-walk all the-the w-way across the air-airport like th-this!”

Iris smiled and said “I would not suggest you walk, because if you are not at your gate in a few minutes your things will be loaded into cargo and you will have to fly to your destination as you are and pick up your things at the baggage claim when you arrive. Oh and if you tamper with any of your streamers or the attachments you will not be authorized to retrieve your belongings.”

Jenna just stared in disbelief! How could this be happening to her! Would it ever end! But her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Run Jenna!” yelled one of her classmates as he laughed and pointed his video camera at her.

She jumped a little, whined and took off running. As she ran she could feel the large plug inside her ass moving around inside her occasionally sending an aching feeling through her colon. Her breasts bounced beautifully as the clamps yanked at her tender nipples painfully. The clamp between her legs pulled and bounced between her legs torturing her throbbing clitoris with every stride! The CLEARED streamers trailed from her nipples, clit and anus. All around her women gasped, men cheered, and kids laughed. Some applauded, some took pictures or videos and the occasional few slapped her ass as she ran past. All the while Jenna prayed feverishly that she made it to the gate on time, for on the arrival side her family would be waiting!

Miss Davis stood beside me taking dictation, legs quite wide apart. She stood in this posture because it allowed me to idly finger her ever wet cunt as I dictated. The dress code I had specified for my new office slut meant that she never wore panties and always wore a short skirt and stockings.

Rather than distracting me, I found this activity helped me focus on the matter at hand. My slut was not distracted, not now any way. Early in her employment I had slid a thumb into her arse, to add to the 3 fingers already in her pussy – and she had orgasmed instantly. As a result she then needed me to repeat the last line of the letter we had been working on. Six harsh strokes of the cane had been her punishment and she had never made the same mistake again. I liked that about the girl. She rarely made mistakes and never made the same one twice. In one way it was a pity. I had to be inventive to find things that deserved punishment. But she never complained when I had to be very picky in order to find some misdemeanour that required me to turn her lovely white arse pink, then red, with hand or cane or paddle.

I reached the end of the letter and withdrew my fingers from her cunt, causing a delicious slurping noise as I did so. My cock hardened as she bent to lasciviously lick my fingers clean. Without a word I pushed my chair back from my desk at the same time as I unbuttoned my trousers. I moved her in front of me, facing away, and hitched her skirt up around her hips, then pulled her down towards my cock. After a moment’s indecision I positioned the head of my cock against her arse and, knowing what was expected, she lowered her self onto my prick with a deep sigh of satisfaction. She began to move up and down and I relished the effect the butt plugs were having on her arsehole. Each week, since she had started working for me, I had required her to wear a slightly bigger plug for a few hours each day. Now even the largest cock slid into her arse with ease, but it was still exquisitely tight. I could feel the muscles in her sphincter squeezing on my prick, a conscious action I had carefully schooled her in.

The phone on my desk rang and I nearly shouted in frustration. But without pausing in her regular rise and fall she answered it, still fucking her arse onto my cock.

‘Mr Bell’s office, may I help you?’ she said, voice steady and completely professional. ‘I am afraid Mr Bell is very busy at the moment, may I take a message?’ she continued after a pause. I placed my hands under her gorgeous buttocks and stilled her motion for a second, the tip of my cock still just in her arse. I shifted my hands to grasp her hips and then pulled her down hard onto my cock, filling her arse with cock until my balls were squashed up against her.

‘Yeeeeesssss…….Mr Forres. I will make sure he gets your message.’ She said, her voice giving almost no hint of what she was doing, or having done to her. As soon as she hung up I stood, my cock still in her and pushed her face down on my desk. Without a pause I started to fuck in to her ruthlessly, forcing a grunt from her with each thrust. It wasn’t long before her lovely arse milked a satisfying orgasm from me and I felt my cum flood into the depths of her bowels.

My slut knew better than to move without instructions. I sat back in my chair, buttoning my trousers, watching my sperm start leaking from her anus and trickle down over her wet cunt lips. When I had tidied myself up I instructed her to stand and dress. When she tugged her skirt down and put her blouse back on she cleaned up any mess we had left on the desk, then stood awaiting instruction. She already knew that, whilst she cleaned my desk or carpet after being used, she didn’t clean herself in the same way. I liked the idea that my cum would leak out of her whilst she worked, staining her clothes, drying on her skin. I liked that the evidence of her sluttiness would be obvious to everyone in the office. I think she also liked the idea, judging from the hardness of her nipples. I felt my cock start to harden again when I saw them standing out hard and enticing under the thin silk of her blouse. The sight reminded me of an important appointment we both had.

‘Get those letters typed up and returned to me after lunch.’ I ordered. ‘Bring them to me then for review.’ After a pause I continued. ‘Then at 5.00pm I want you to return to this office. At that time we will continue with some of your “modifications”‘

In her eyes I saw interest and curiosity, not the fear that might have been expected. After her first month, following her first ‘pay day’ experience I had sent Davina to a clinic to have her pubic hair permanently removed by laser treatment. Her pussy would now be hairless, naked and exposed the way I liked it, for all time. The moment was right to proceed with the next modifications, part of a process that would mould her into my perfect slut.

When she returned promptly at two she entered my office with her eyes downcast, as inclination and training dictated. But I saw her risk a glance at the man in my office as she closed the door. This was hardly surprising as Jezza was an imposing presence. That was before the leather trousers and sleeveless denim jacket made him stand out in the business environment of my office. Six foot and four inches tall, his shaved bald head was covered with the tattooed blue quarters and white cross of a Saltire. This was just the start of his body art. Intricate and beautifully inked designs covered his torso, exposed by his jacket. A Chinese dragon covered his chest and its tail wrapped around his waist before the end disappeared into the waistband of his tight trousers. Piercings protruded from almost every visible part of his body, eyebrow, septum, lip, even a rod through the bridge of his nose.

Without introduction I ordered Davina, ‘Strip to your stockings and sit in my chair.’

I was curious to see how she would react in this situation and wasn’t going to do anything to reassure her. In fact, in these circumstances, I wasn’t sure that I would be able to do so.

As she obeyed my orders Jezza opened up a large tool box that sat on my desk and pulled on thin, blue latex gloves. Once Davina was in the chair I casually said to the tall man.

‘Just the nipples and labia today. I think we’ll leave the clit for another day.’

Out of the corner of my eye I watched for her reaction and was gratified to see shock and fear in her face. Then I was further gratified when I saw those emotions disappear, replaced with a look of what can only be described as determination. Whatever was asked, she was prepared to obey.

Behind her back Jezza took out a syringe and filled it with what I knew to be local anaesthetic. Gently he grasped the girl’s breast. It was only at the last minute that she saw the needle and, whilst she gasped slightly, she didn’t pull away. She bit her bottom lip when the needle slid in and closed her eyes, but she did not cry out. By keeping her eyes closed she didn’t see the process repeated with the other breast and only the tiniest flinch showed that she felt it.

She opened her eyes, breathing heavily and rapidly, when she heard Jezza say, ‘I’ll leave those to numb up properly, whilst I do her flaps.’

He chuckled crudely as he took the piercing device from his box of tricks. I saw puzzlement on Davina’s face at first, and then smiled as I saw realisation dawn on her slowly. There was a small, involuntary movement that drew her knees and thighs together for an instant. Then she stopped and surprised me. She surprised me by looking at directly at me, only for an instant, before dropping her gaze and relaxing, letting her legs part as wide as they would go. In that flashing second she had looked at me I saw so much. I saw that she knew what I was doing, that I was testing her. I also saw in that glance that she was determined to pass this test — and any other that I set her. After such a reaction a little part of me felt small that I felt the need to test her in this way.

Jezza looked up at me as he kneeled between her legs and announced. ‘Very hard to use a local on flaps.’ I winced slightly at his continued crudeness. But I appreciated his experience and artistry, so I nodded. ‘Better just to do it without’ he said, ‘Quick and sharp, over before they know it.’ I nodded again.

‘Carry on.’ I instructed and leaned forward to watch.

The machine snapped shut twice within a few seconds. Davina flinched in her seat, face screwed up as the pain radiated through her body. As she calmed down Jezza was already inserting the thick gold rings through the newly formed holes in each labia, clamping them shut with small, precise tools.

Then he stood and gently jabbed a needle into one nipple then the other. Having done it slightly harder and getting no reaction he decided that the breasts were sufficiently numbed. Davina closed her eyes again and turned her head away. The machine clicked twice loudly and she flinched each time, but only at the noise.

When she risked a glance again Jezza was threading a disk of metal with a hole in it, like a washer, over her nipple. Then he slid a silver rod through the piercing in her nipple and screwed a cap on its threaded end. It had the immediate effect of making the nipple stand proud. He duplicated the effect on the other nipple before straightening up. He handed me a small plastic bag of similar disks.

‘Add one of these about once a week.’ He advised. ‘She’s got lovely big nipples to start with so I’d say that within a year, at that rate, you could stretch them to about an inch in length. Maybe an inch and a half.’

Then he grinned. ‘I hope I get a chance to come back and see them. That is a lush little tart you’ve got yourself there Mr Bell.’

I smiled at the truth of his words. ‘I know it only too well.’

Then I continued. ‘You done your usual excellent work Jezza, and you shall have your usual tip.’ I looked at the girl and ordered her. ‘Suck Jezza’s cock until he comes in your mouth Davina.’

I saw her shift in her chair and wince a little. Taking a little pity on her I added. ‘You can stay in the chair, no need to kneel.’

Jezza hurriedly fumbled with his trousers and took out his cock. I smiled once again when I saw Davina’s eyes go wide as she caught sight of the tattooist’s metalwork adorned cock. The Prince Albert under his cock head and the ring through the slit and out the top were not something you see every day. Perhaps they put the girl off a little, perhaps the piercings hurt? I could tell this blowjob was not one of her best. But I could also tell from Jezza’s groans that he didn’t know any different and her fantastic technique was overcoming any lack of enthusiasm. As a result it wasn’t long before he was spewing a load of sperm into her throat. I watched fascinated as her Adam’s Apple bobbed whilst she swallowed it all. Jezza zipped up and packed his tool kit and made some last checks on his handiwork before departing.

When he was gone I ordered my slut to stand. She did so, slightly unsteady for a second. The gold rings that now adorned her labia bumped together with a tiny clink. Opening a desk drawer I took out a couple of small items. One was a small but heavy padlock. I slipped the loop of it through the rings then, before I clamped it shut, I added the second item. It was a delicate silver bell on a ring. I checked that it hung freely then stood face to face with my precious office slut. I took her chin in my hand and raised her face till she looked at me.

‘Now you are more than symbolically locked up for my use. Every morning, when you bring me my coffee, I will unlock you so you are available to me. Last thing in the afternoon you will come to me to be locked again.’ Then I smiled an ever so slightly evil smile and added.

‘There is a second reason. Every so often I’ll make the padlock heavier. Slowly we’ll stretch your pussy lips to match your ever enlarging nipples. I want to mould you into the form of my perfect slut. I want to exaggerate your sexual characteristics in the way that I like.’ I let go of her chin and told her. ‘Get dressed. You may go home. I am finished with you for today.’

There was a third reason, which I didn’t tell her. It wasn’t important but it amused me. Whilst she dressed the bell jingled gently. As she walked out of my office I heard it still. I started to smile and hum an old tune about a ‘fine lady’ known for ‘riding a cock horse.’

Author’s Note:

This was my first attempt at writing a longer, more detailed story. If you folks like this then let me know, and I’ll keep them coming :)

Most secretaries would be fired for wearing a low-cut blouse like hers. Most secretaries wouldn’t get away with a tight pencil-skirt and the almost-visible suspenders around her thighs either. Most secretaries, however, aren’t married to their bosses – and today is their anniversary.

There are flowers on Lana’s desk when she comes in, high heels clicking on the oak floor. That gets a smile from her, which isn’t always easy this early in the morning; it’s still dark outside.

She savours the scent as she sits behind her desk, stowing her handbag. When she looks up and opens her eyes, her husband is leaning out of his office.

“Like them?” he asks her, smiling.

“How did you get lillies in winter?”

“Trade secret.”

“Colour me impressed.” She gives him a coy smile as his eyes run down her body, savouring the effect she knows she’s having on him. “Can I help you with something?”

“Just enjoying the view.”

“You,” she lifts her head like a queen and turns to her computer screen, “have lots of work to do. Don’t get too distracted.”

He gives a heavy sigh, and almost walks back in. She coughs, getting his attention, and he swings right back out.


She pretends to give him a serious look, pulling down her spectacles and pouting. “Are you going to be able to concentrate, honey?”

“Lana,” he groans, “I actually do have work to do, you aren’t making this easy.”

“Poor soul,” she winks, and runs a manicured hand down her neck whilst holding his gaze. Her fingers curl at the inside of her blouse, pulling it open ever so slightly and showing the faintest hint of cleavage. “Try not to think about me too much?”

“Too late,” he huffs, and returns to his office.

She bites her lip as he closes the door, letting out an excited shiver.

She has plans for him today – plans that require him being wound up to the nines. The first part of her plan is working perfectly. With a satisfied smile, she flicks open the diaries and planners and starts work for the day.

Anniversary or not, they still have a large company to run.

An hour later, an alarm on her phone goes off. Flicking it off, she turns away on her swivel-chair and sets the phone to the camera. If it’s been an hour, she reasons, then he’s had plenty of time to forget all about her little display and calm down.

Time to change that.

She crosses her legs at the ankle, unbuttons her blouse a little to show the lace red brassiere beneath, and hikes her skirt up just enough to show the suspender belt holding her thigh-highs in place. With her arms, she pushes her cleavage together and looks up at the camera, biting her lip and giving it the fiery look that she knows he loves.


Fixing herself – though she’s arranged for no client visits today as a precaution – she checks the picture. Vain she is not, but if she ignores the little flaws she’ll always find then she’s got a lot to be confident about.

Her soft, pale skin goes well with the dark office-wear, and whilst she’s no glamour model she has enough under her blouse to turn an eye. Auburn hair the colour of autumn would usually spill over her shoulders in large curls, but it’s tied up for work.

Besides, she thinks, if it’s not tied up then she can’t unfurl it later for dramatic effect when she tears his trousers open and mounts him on the desk.

Smiling, she adds the caption:

Don’t work too hard handsome

She sends it to him, and sits the phone down, waiting.

A few seconds later, she hears a discontented sigh and laughs to herself. Her phone buzzes to a short, grumpy text with no kisses:

Don’t make me come through there.

Not if I come to you first, she thinks, and suppresses another grin as she returns to her work. She can practically hear his boxers straining from here, and relishes the thought.

Crossing her legs again, she squeezes her thighs together, quivering at the tingling warmth between them.

Another hour passes, and another alarm goes off on her phone.

She gets up, adjusting herself and making sure that everything is just visible enough to catch his attention. Her high heels clop across the floor, and she eases the door open and closes it behind herself.

Her husband looks up from his work, a little red faced and flustered, and raises his eyebrows. She gives him a knowing grin, and locks the door.

Pressing her back against the door with her palms flat on her thighs, she gives him a wide eyed look and feigns innocence.

“Tom, honey,” she croons, “are you having a good day?”

“Oh, it’s been ok so far,” he winks.

She bites her lip and brings one hand up to her blouse, easing it open at the top and leaning forward just a little. “Enjoying your anniversary?”

He pushes his chair out from his curved, modern-looking desk and leans back, taking in the view. Tom nods, his dark eyes running over the curve of her hips.

“Well,” she continues, glancing at the bulge in his suit-trousers. “I know we’ve got those rules about office romances and everything, but -”

“Shut up and get over here.”

She curls her lips upward at the edges, fighting a smile.

“Make me.”

“I will,” he says, and almost gets out of his chair.

She stops him with a finger and starts walking forward. “You stay right there.”


“It’s a special day,” she says as she stands above him, hands laced behind her back. “And we’ve got as long as we want.”

“Benefits of being your own boss,” he smiles, that firm and reassuring smile that she’s come to love.

She leans forward and whispers in his ear, giving him a glance down her blouse. “I’ve got plans for you, mister. So sit back and stop fighting it.”

With one delicate finger on his tie, she pushes him back into the chair. His hands run around her stocking-clad thigh, running up towards the cusp of her ass. With a playful smile, she bats his hands away and leans in as though to kiss him.

He comes forward, and she puts a soft hand on his stubbled jaw and opens her mouth, drawing back as he moves in for the kiss. She lets his searching tongue find the tip of hers and no more, closing her mouth with a smile.

“I hate you sometimes,” he whispers.

She leans in again. “Will you still hate me when this all pays off?”

“Probably not,” he admits.

Shivering with anticipation, she runs one hand down his shirt, feeling the hard ridges of his tensed muscles beneath.

“You’re awful tense,” she says, running a hand down to his belt and unbuckling it with a snap. “We’re going to have to do something about that.”

Slinking to her knees, she eases his belt off and undoes the button and zip on his trousers. He lets out a sigh and leans back, one hand gripping her shoulder. Through his dark boxers she can see the small, wet spot at the tip of his bulge where he’s leaking pre-cum.

Lana leans forward and kisses the tip through his boxers. He shudders, his cock twitching behind the fabric. Leaning back, she savours the moment and peels his boxers away, letting his throbbing cock free. With a contented sigh, he opens his eyes and looks down at her.

Those dark eyes stare into hers as she runs a tongue around her lips, moistening them, and wraps a delicate hand around the base of his cock.

“Have I got you wound up, yet?” she asks. He nods, barely able to talk. “Have I got you right on the edge?”

He grunts a response, one hand gripping the back of her head.

“Good,” she whispers.

Without any warning, she surges forward and wraps her wet lips around his helmet, swirling her tongue and plunging her mouth down on him.

He groans and tenses, lifting his hips from the chair and forcing his cock further down her throat. With one hand she works his shaft, running her fingers up and down, tightening and rippling them. Her lips, meanwhile, suck him in and keep him there, running over the bottom of his helmet faster, and faster.

She feels him tense, his breath held, and stops for a moment. Lifting her, mouth from him, she revels in watching him twitch.

“Don’t stop,” he whispers. “Don’t stop.”

“It’d be a shame if I did,” she says, and kisses his still-trembling cock. “That would just be horrible.”

“Lana, please,” he groans, his hands grabbing at her shoulders and head, trying to pull her in towards him.

“Oh,” she whispers, letting go of him and standing up, “I could do much worse than stop.”

She puts her knees on either side of him, straddling him in his office chair. It takes their weight as she leans him back in it, his wet cock sitting against his stomach.

He looks at her with burning, lust-filled eyes and grabs her ass in both hands, trying to pull her pussy in closer to him. Scooting a little closer, she lets the silk of her red panties brush against him, and he shivers again.

“Wow,” she whispers, “I must have you really worked up.”

He nods, and tries to pull her down by the neck, his jaw slack. Reaching down, she pulls her panties aside, batting his hands away as he tries to undo her blouse. She feels his hard cock brushing against her moistness, and trembles as she grabs him in one hand and guides him towards her pussy.

His cock sits at her opening, and her thighs keep him from thrusting up into her like he wants to.

“Ah-ah,” she says, pressing her forehead against his. “This is my treat, handsome. Don’t move.”

She hears his heavy breathing in her ear as she lowers herself onto his erection, suppressing a gasp as she feels him stretching her and filling her. He tenses and grasps at her as she pushes further down, till the cheeks of her ass brush against his legs and he’s entirely inside her.

“Oh god,” she whispers, and bucks her hips against him, feeling the tingling surge of pleasure running through her bones like a shock. She tries to stay still, feeling his cock twitch inside her.

Working her thighs, she lifts herself off of him, until her pussy lips are tightening around the tip of his helmet. Then she bears down again, driving his cock all the way inside of her. He throws his head back, groaning, pushing her down further with his hands on her hips, driving his cock up into her.

“Stop, stop,” she says, and lifts herself off of him. “This wasn’t the plan.”

“What?” he breathes, staring into her eyes.

She gets off of him, her legs trembling. “You’ve got another hour to wait, stud,” she grins and takes a step back.

“No way,” he says, and stands up, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her in close. “Absolutely no way.”

“Ah-ah,” she says, turning a cheek as he tries to kiss her. “I’m in charge today.”

He pulls her skirt up, running his hands down over her ass and pulling her in against his hard cock.

“What if I say otherwise?”

“Then,” she pulls back and looks him in the eye, “I’ll fight you all the way. Meaning you’re probably,” she leans in and whispers in his ear, “going to have to tie me up to make sure I can’t stop you from fucking me hard, aren’t you? Is that what you’ve been thinking about doing all day?”

Without a word, he rips off his tie and grabs her wrists. She finally kisses him without holding back, their tongues swirling in one another’s mouth, biting each other’s lips with unquenched passion. His strong hands pin her wrists together behind her back, and with his tie he binds them tight together.

He doesn’t need to say anything as their lips part. Guiding her towards the desk, he grabs her bound hands and holds her steady as he lowers her onto the desk. Bent over and helpless, her perfect, round ass is bared to him. Running a hand over it, he squeezes the soft skin and teases his fingers around the lips of her dripping wet pussy.

“Winding me up like that,” he says, running a single finger down over her trembling clit. “That was very, very bad of you.”


With his open palm, he slaps her bared ass. The clapping sound echoes around the office, and she tenses and squeals.

“I think you need to be punished,” he says, and spanks her again. Her legs are shaking, still in high heels. Tom grabs her bound hands and pulls on them, arching her back. With his other hand, he guides his cock into her aching pussy.

She opens her mouth, moaning in silence as he pushes into her wetness. His cock fills her from within, and with his hand free he runs it around her hips to her clit, brushing his fingers over it with a gentleness unexpected from a man like Tom.

“Oh god,” she murmurs, pushing back against him as his abdomen meets her ass. “Oh god, I’ve been so bad. Fuck me like a bad girl.”

He obliges. Keeping her arms pulled back and her back arched, Tom plunges into her again and again. His pelvis slams against her, and she rocks her hips in tandem with his. Every thrust burns dots into her vision, her mind reeling.

Over and over again, Tom plows into her from behind, his fingers dancing over her clit. With her legs trembling, Tom pushes her forward onto the desk and slaps her ass hard with his free hand.

The mixture of pleasure and pain is too much for her, and Lana feels her pussy tightening with the surges of her orgasm. Her legs begin to buckle, and Tom grabs her hips and holds her steady.

She’s helpless in his strong arms, being fucked hard over his desk.

“Oh god Tom,” she murmurs, “oh god. I’m going to – you’re going to make me -”

She climaxes with a long, loud moan, and he only fucks her faster. Her moan turns to a scream, his cock pounding her faster and harder, faster and harder, until -

Trembling, she feels him slip out of her pussy. A second later, with a grunt and his hand grasping her hips, she feels his warm cum spurting over her back and her ass.

He collapses forward on top of her, and sleepily undoes her bindings. Breathless and light headed, they finally get to their feet and she sits on the edge the desk. Leaning into one another, they hold each other in the afterglow.

She laughs after a while, still trying to breathe.

“Happy anniversary,” she smiles, and he kisses her with a sudden tenderness.

“Here’s to another five years,” he says as they passionately lock lips.

“So was that, y’know,” she bites her lip, “ok for you?”

“Oh it was passable,” he laughs.

“Good, because I don’t think our anniversary day is actually over yet.”


“Oh yeah, there’s more where that came from.”

“Good,” he says. “I can deal with that.”

She stops as though remembering something important.

“What is it?” he asks, seeing the urgency in her eyes.

Lana checks her watch. “You’ve got lunch with someone in an hour, I can’t remember who.”

“Oh yeah,” he says. “That’s the spokesperson for Carson Group.”

“What’s Carson Group?”

“They’re an international conglomerate. Rumour is they’re thinking of making an offer.”

“What, to buy us?”


There they stand, discussing business with their clothes half off and their faces still red.

“Why would an international conglomerate want to buy a little technology start-up like ours?”

“We’ve grown darling,” says Tom. “You’ve seen the figures. We’ve got millions of users.”

“What’s their offer?”

“Well they haven’t made one, yet.”

“Would you sell?”

“If the price is right. It would be nice to retire at thirty and just travel the world, wouldn’t it?”

Her eyes light up. “Yeah,” she kisses him. “It would. I mean, I’d miss getting to be your secretary, but…”

“No, no,” he says. “You could stop being my secretary, but I think I like the uniform.”

“I can keep the uniform?” she bites her lip again.

“Oh I suppose.”

She kisses his stubbled cheek. “Selling the company. That’s a lot to think about.”

“I know. I’m a little nervous to be honest. I should really prepare.”

“Ok,” she says, and slides off the desk. Standing, she’s at least a foot smaller than him, even in heels. She leans up and kisses him. “Don’t worry, you’ll do fine.”

“I know,” he says. “And it’s still our anniversary, so don’t get too comfortable.”

“Oh?” She pulls her skirt down and fixes her blouse as he does his trousers up. “Do you have plans or something?”

“Maybe. Now let me get ready for this.”

“Yes sir,” she winks, and leaves him one last kiss and a lasting image of her hips rocking as she walks out of his office.

Not an hour later, Lana hears the door open across the office, and Tom comes rushing out with a briefcase in one hand and a phone in the other. He’s red-faced and out of breath, and storms past her with barely a glance.

“Tom -” she begins, looking up from her computer.

He holds up his hand: not now.

Lana raises an offended eyebrow and looks down at her half-open blouse, checking that her breasts are in fact still there.

Still on the phone, Tom stares into space as he listens. Lana strains her hears but can’t make out a word. After a pause, he sighs.

“Ok,” he says. “I understand.”

Tom hangs up the phone and stands there, staring at Lana with his shoulders sagging.

“Who was that?”

“The guy from Carson group. Meeting’s been postponed for two hours.”

“Well that’s nothing to stress about -”

“So that he can meet with our competitor.”


“Yeah, oh.” Tom folds his arms and looks down at the floor.

“Do you think they might buy them instead?”

“From a business standpoint? It makes more sense. Our competitor has a smaller user-base than us, but they’re more appealing to advertisers: they filter opinions and profanity and such.”

“But that’s censorship.”

“I don’t think Carson Group really care. They’re more interested in how much they can make off their new purchase. We’re bigger, and we get a lot of support from free-speech groups, but that comes at a price.”

He walks forward and sits on the edge of her desk, letting out a frustrated breath. In response, she gets up and joins him, shuffling her curved hips beside him and leaning into his strong frame.

“You’ll nail it.”

“What if I don’t? Ah, I shouldn’t have told you I was going to sell the business, now it might all fall through -”

“Hey,” she stops him with a finger to his lips, and they look into each other’s eyes. “I am quite happy where I am. It would be nice to have all that money and freedom, but the important stuff,” she pats him on the chest,” is right here.”

Smiling, he leans in and kisses her. Her soft lips part for him, and she snakes a hand around his neck and lets a long, contented sigh into his mouth.

“You,” he says as they part, “are the best. I should really prepare for the meeting, I need to work out a strategy to convince Carson Group to buy us instead of those idiots in the south-side.”

“Well, for one: their CEO doesn’t look as good as you in a three-piece, and doesn’t have a stupidly hot secretary.”

“Very true,” he says, and stands up.

She takes his hand and gives him a warm, reassuring look. “You’ll be fine, handsome.”

“I know. Y’know, Lana, you could probably take the rest of the day off.”

“While you work hard in here? Sit bored and alone at home while you go and do interesting stuff? No thanks.”

“If you insist.” he leans in and kisses her again, then starts to walk away.

“And Tom?”

He turns back. “Hm?”

“You’re all tense. Take a big breath like I taught you. Clear that head-space.”

“I’m a businessman, not a hippie.”

“It’s not being a hippie, it works. Trust me, you can’t go in all tense and jittery.”

“Ok,” he says, and takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opens them again, his eyes seem a little brighter. “Ok, I’m good. I’ll see you in an hour or two. I need to prepare for this now that I know we have competition.”

“Have fun,” she winks.

He turns and walks back into his office, and her eyes trace down his suit to the bulge forming in the leg of his trousers. She can’t let him go to an important meeting all tense and – well – hard.

Thirty minutes later, Lana chaps his door and leans her head in, giving him that coy smile that he loves. He looks up, still flustered and looking lost.

“How are you getting on?” she asks him.

“Ok. Harder than I thought.”

“I’ll bet,” she smiles to herself. “Listen, I hate to be a pain but my computer’s playing up.”

“Lana, you’re already the resident IT expert in here.”

“Yeah but it’s doing that thing that you fixed last time and I can’t remember what you did.”

He sighs, looking at his notes and his computer screen, and then takes a breath and stands up, coming to join her. She checks and sees that her low cut blouse is still doing its work; the outline of his cock is visible through the soft material of his trousers.

“Ok, show me,” he follows her through.

She closes the door behind him as soon as he’s through, and stands with him at the desk.

He looks at her computer. “What’s wrong? It looks ok?”

When he turns around with a questioning look, she grabs the back of his neck and pulls him into a long kiss, her other hand running down over his belt.

“Lana,” he mumbles, “I really have to work -”

“You work way too hard,” she whispers, grinning, “and I think you need to unwind; the solution will come to you. Now just let me…”

Through his trousers, her manicured nails tighten around his growing bulge. She feels it twitch in her hand, begging to be stroked and sucked. Tom opens his mouth to protest and she kisses him again.

As her deft fingers undo his belt and zip, she feels his resistance begin to melt away. With a tug, she pulls the waistband of his boxers down and his cock twitches free, firm in her hand.

His breath comes short as her small hand, with her soft skin, wraps around the tip of his cock and squeezes, rippling her fingers over him.

He whispers something in ecstasy and she leans in to hear him better, softly biting his ear.

“What was that?” she whispers.

“I said,” he runs a hand behind her ear and pulls her in, “I fucking love you.”

She starts to stroke faster, grinning into his kiss. “I love you too. That’s why,” she can feel him tensing up and pushing against her quickening strokes, “I do things like this for you.”

Dropping to her knees, Lana pushes Tom back against the desk and takes his throbbing cock in her mouth. He groans and spasms as she works her lips over his helmet, down his shaft, sucking and swirling her tongue.

His hands link behind her head, keeping her there, and with her other hand she begins to stroke his shaft, faster and faster.

“Oh god,” he whispers, and pulls her deeper onto his cock. She takes him deep into her throat, letting her tongue caress the underside of his erection.

Feeling him shiver, she kisses his manhood and stands up. His legs are trembling a little, begging her to finish.

“Please,” he whispers as she comes in for a kiss, “I’m about to cum.”

“Oh, I know,” she says, and kisses him passionately. Her soft hand continues to work his cock, just enough to keep him on edge. “But we can’t have you messing up your nice suit before a meeting. So,” she tears her blouse open, showing him the laced red bra and her soft, perky breasts, “how about you just cum all over these?”

He barely manages a nod, and as she strokes him closer and closer to the edge, he brings his hands up and massages her chest. She groans into his mouth as electric shivers run through her. His strong hands squeeze and pinch her breasts just softly enough, and she arches her back and strokes faster still. He pulls her bra down, her breasts held up by the folded cups, pushing them together.

“I’m going to -” he gasps.

“Good,” she grins, and drops to her knees.

Tilting her head back, she strokes faster and harder, until with a low moan and a twitch, he releases torrents of thick white cum over her. It runs down her cleavage and she smiles up at him, rubbing it in with her hands, using it as lubricant to fondle her own chest.

Breathless, he lets her stand up and lean across the desk, tearing a few tissues out of a box and cleaning her chest up. Tucking herself away and doing her blouse back up, she leans in and kisses him.

“Feeling better?”

“Could say that,” he mutters.

She laughs as he cleans himself up. Pulling her in close, he holds her in an embrace. She takes in the smell of his aftershave, relishing the memories and the warmth of his chest.

“I think you needed that,” she whispers, pressed against him. “There was an awful lot.”

“I’m definitely feeling clearer headed,” he says.

“See? And you said it was all hippie shit.”

“I was talking about your meditation thing. If we’re doing stuff like this instead I could get on board.”

She gives his chest a playful slap and kisses his neck. “Maybe that could be arranged. I mean it is our anniversary, I still owe you your big present.”

“I’ve still got one to get?”

“I’d say you’ve got a few left to cash in, yeah.”

His hand comes up to the back of her head, holding her close against him, running his fingers through her tussled hair. She mews at the tingling feeling, smiling.

“Like what?” he asks. “Do I get a clue as to my present?”


“Oh go on.”

“Ok,” she says. With one hand she takes his wrist and places his hand on her hip like a ballroom dancer.

“Dancing?” he asks, laughing.

“Lower,” she whispers, running his hand down over her skirt, over her perky ass cheek, to where it meets her thigh. His hand finds its way under her skirt, to her lace-clad ass. Biting her lip, she grinds down on it, letting his fingers slide into the curve where he isn’t usually allowed.

“Oh,” he says. “Really?”

“If you’re good,” she grins.

“What if I’m bad?”

“If you’re bad, then I don’t make you dinner; we go straight to the incredible sex.”

“You are a great cook.”

“I know.”

“I’ll try to be good, then.”

“That’s my man,” she kisses him again, and pats his chest. “Now, you’ve got work to do.”

“I do,” he says. “You know, I feel a lot better about it suddenly.”

“Just don’t start pretending to be stressed to get blowjobs.”

“It’s not like we deprive each other of sex, Lana.”

“True,” she says. “And we are awfully good at it. Now go and work.”

“Speaking of work, what are you doing? We’ve no clients today, there’s nothing really to do.”

“I’m making our list up.”

“Our list?”

“The to-do list. The one we agreed we’d start working through if you did sell the company.”

“What if I don’t?”

“At least half of it is related to sex, so I’d say we’ve got it covered.”

“Have I told you you’re the best?”

“About three times, honey.”

“Make it four.”

He gives her another kiss, and then heads for the office, leaving her smiling at her desk. Pulling a notebook over, she pops the cap off a pen and begins writing the rest of the list, biting her lip in anticipation.

The sun sets, leaving Lana in the warm glow of a dozen candles and a soft yellow mood light. Her secretarial uniform – as much as she loves the attention it gets from Tom – is gone for now, leaving her in silk shorts and a shirt that’s far too large for her.

Scents and sensations warm her entire body as she curls in the corner of a couch. The shirt is covered in Tom’s aftershave, the silk shorts whisper on her thighs every time she shuffles, and she’s naked under the shirt. Knowing that Tom will be home soon, flustered and stressed after a trying day, has made her overly aware of her body.

She can feel the fabric rub against her hardening nipples, the heat in her face, the shivers that run through her body when she thinks of him. Trying to keep her hands off herself until he gets home, Lana turns her attention to the list that she has made.

The To-Do list, a bucket-list of sorts for her and Tom. On it are some of her life’s biggest dreams, and some of his too. Interspersed between the travelling and the achievements are some of her fantasies, things that she wants Tom to do to her; things that she wants to do to him.

Reading down the list, her breathing gets heavier. She’s arranged it alphabetically, and in the first five is one that she intends to tick off tonight.


Her hand creeps inside her shirt without her noticing, rubbing the tingling tip of her breast. Closing her eyes and biting her lip, Lana lets her head fall back and gets comfortable. Just thinking about taking Tom inside of her, deep and hard, has set a fire between her thighs.

Running a hand down her stomach, her fingers curl between her legs, rubbing the silk against her moistening pussy. A soft moan barely escapes her lips, her back arching as her other hand tightens on her breast. Her fingers find that magical spot through her short and she stretches her legs, letting out a long, pained breath as she starts to rub, faster, harder -

“Not disturbing you, I hope.”

She stops, her hand hovering between her thighs. Looking up over the couch, she sees Tom in his three-piece, head tilted back and giving her a look of passionate hunger.

“Honey,” he says, raising an eyebrow and taking in the sight, “I am very much home.”

She laughs at his cheesy line and curls a finger, beckoning him over. Undoing his tie as he walks, he tosses it on the table beside her single glass of red wine and sits down beside her.

She steals a kiss, delicately biting his lip, and gets the important stuff out of the way before her feelings overtake her. One hand on his leg and the other on his chest, she pulls away long enough to ask:

“How did it go at the meeting?”

“We’re selling,” he grins. “We’re rich, Lana.”

She shivers and plants another kiss on him, softer this time.

“How much?”

“Let me handle the details. I’m not sure what it’ll be after tax and fees and such, but we should have more than enough to do everything on our list.”


“Oh yeah. You know what? Let’s never work again. Just throwing that idea out there.”

“Well,” she whispers, running her hand up his thigh, “if we’re going to do that list, we should probably get started.”

“Absolutely,” he laughs. “What’s first?”

“Well, I arranged it alphabetically.”

“Classic Lana.”

“Mhm,” she grins, and rubs her hand over the solid bulge in his trousers. “Which means that tonight, you’re going to fuck me…” she takes his hand and gets to her knees, kneeling forward into him, “…here.” She plants his hand on her supple ass cheek and he squeezes it, growling with anticipation.

“We probably shouldn’t delay,” he says, his voice far lower as she starts to undo his waistcoat and shirt. His hands work her ass cheeks, pulling her close to him, his touch soft over the silk.

“One thing,” she says, kissing him. “Be gentle.”

“Not often you say that.”

“Not often you fuck me in the ass, handsome, now stop stalling.”

She lunges forward, pulling his shirt open to reveal his chest; the body of a sprinter or a swimmer, athletic and firm. Her fingers dance over patches of chest hair, tracing it down between his abdominal muscles to his belt.

Ripping the belt out, she pushes him back onto the couch and straddles him, letting the silk of her shorts rub between them as she grinds on his twitching cock. A deep moan nearly escapes his lips, but she kisses him before it can. Their tongues swirl around each other’s, and his hands explore her familiar body.

Her soft, small breasts tingle with the heat of his touch, his strong hands rubbing them under her shirt. With one move – whilst she grinds back and forth on him – he rips open the oversized shirt and lets her lithe body catch the low candelight.

Her head falls backwards in ecstasy, bearing her chest to his mouth. His lips and tongue find her nipples, and she grinds her pussy against his erection harder, faster, feeling the building tension in her core; that longing to be filled, to take him inside her.

“I’m so turned on,” she gasps, and kisses him again.

His hands move from her chest to her curved hips, where they slide down to her silk-clad rear, squeezing and pulling her onto his hard cock. She fumbles at his trousers, almost ripping them open in her eagerness.

A second later, she holds his throbbing cock in her hand, stroking up and down, feeling him buck his hips against her.

“You’re incredible,” he groans, and she feels his stubble against the soft skin of her neck as he kisses from her ear down to her collarbone.

One of his hands traces round the front of her thighs as she squirms with pleasure. Pulling her silk shorts aside, she feels his fingers push apart her dripping wet pussy lips, pushing inside her -

“No,” she gasps, and grabs his wrist. He almost argues, but he sees her intention in the breathless passion painted across her face. “Tonight, it’s all about this…”

With his wrist in her hand, she scoots forward and pushes his hand past her pussy, where her other hole waits, tight and quivering with the twitching of her pussy.

“Well,” he says, bringing his hand out of her shorts and round to her rear to cup her cheeks, “if you absolutely insist, madam.”

“Oh I insist,” she says.

“Well, lubrication won’t be a problem,” he says as he pulls her silky shorts down around her milky pale thighs. Her flawless ass gives under his strong grip, and he pulls her cheeks apart as he stares into her eyes. “You’re stupidly wet.”

Holding her gaze, she feels his hand work down past her ass, between her legs, to her dripping wet lips. He teases his fingers up and down her, lingering over her tingling clit and drawing a gasp from her.

Each time he runs a finger between those lips, she twitches and moans. A part of her wants to just grab him and stuff his cock inside her, to fuck him senseless until they’re both a total mess; but she knows that the payoff is going to be worth it, and so she resists.

When his finger is soaked from her juices, he rubs it in circles around her delicate ass hole. She puckers and tenses up as he gently pushes his finger in.

Lana feels him working his finger in, her mind spinning at the thought of her own juices easing him into her one forbidden place.

“Gentle enough?” he asks, and kisses her.

Her breathing has gotten heavy, her head is light, and with her free hand she’s stroking his cock.

“Mhm,” she whispers. “I’m really turned on, do you think you could -”


“I want your mouth on me.”


He lifts her up, sliding his finger out of her ass, and lays her down on the couch. The shirt spills open, and he admires the curves of her body as he kisses her way down between her thighs.

Pulling her silk shorts completely off, he grins and sinks to his knees, kissing everywhere but where she wants him to. She groans and struggles, trying to move her clit closer to his delicate kisses. Her thigh, her navel, everywhere except there. He’s deliberately teasing her.

“Tom,” she groans, “please.”

“Since you asked nicely,” he says.

It hits her like a truck. He simultaneously runs the flat of his tongue over her clit, sucking it between his lips and massaging it with his mouth, and slides two heavily-lubricated fingers in her ass.

She nearly screams with the sudden burst of pleasure; her back arches and she twitches and writhes as his tongue works over her burning clit, sending shockwaves through her body.

His fingers are a deep rightness in her, sliding in and out, massaging parts of her she barely knows. Together, the sensation is too much to bare. Lana clutches at his head and keeps him there, her thighs clamping around him.

He starts to go faster.

“Oh holy fuck,” she whispers, “I’m going to cum so hard, don’t stop -”

Her words falter and she stops breathing as the pleasure reaches its peak. His fingers are stretching her apart as he devours her pussy, she can feel her heart pounding in her ears. Her own hands pinch and knead her breasts, and then -

With a long, loud moan she finds her release.

Shivers and waves of pleasure pound through her body like a pulse, as though lightning had hit her. It takes almost a minute for it to pass, filling every inch of her body with a blinding flash of heaven.

When she starts to get her breath back, she opens her eyes to see Tom holding his cock in one hand, guiding the thick, pulsing rod towards her tight ass hole.

“That was amazing,” she says, craving the sensation of him inside her. “Good lord.”

“Was?” asks Tom, running his cock over her trembling pussy. She quivers and squirms away, the sensations too strong at the moment. “We’re far from done.”

“I want you to fuck me hard.”

He runs his cock over her pussy again and she twitches. “What happened to gentle?”

She looks down, past her breasts, to his glistening cock, precum oozing from the tip.

“Fuck gentle,” she says, and wraps her legs around him, pulling him close.

Her ass hole is soaked with a mixture of her own juices, saliva, and precum. Tom works his cock over her tight hole, giving her a few experimental pushes to get used to it. She shakes with the pain, still high from her orgasm. Working it in, Tom stretches her open with his manhood. First the tip, then back out. The tip again, and back out.

After a few testers, Tom starts to slowly push his way into her.

She moans and pulls him in with her legs, then leans forward and places a hand on his stomach, stopping him.

“Ok, ok,” she gasps. “Gentle to start, then hard.”

He says nothing – he knows. Tom gives her a minute to catch her breath, rubbing his fingers over pussy, his thumb working over her opening.

The waves of pleasure in her pussy as he pushes two fingers inside let her forget the pain, and Tom pushes further inside her ass. She feels it as a good pain, like when he spanks her.

Then he’s in – all the way in, and she can feel him deep inside her whilst his fingers work her pussy. She feels so full, and as if seeing the hunger in her eyes he leans forward and puts two fingers on her lips. She sucks them in, wanting him in every hole at once, wanting to do everything to him.

His first thrust gets a pained gasp from her, and then the pleasure flows back in. He’s still going slowly, stretching her open with every push. Again, harder this time, slamming a wave of pleasure from the depths of her body through her spine.

Harder. Harder still, till the juices from her trembling pussy are lubricating it more and more. Two fingers in her pussy, rubbing upwards against her spot, and his hard cock pounding her in that tight, forbidden hole; her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she’s lost in the moment.

Lana isn’t sure when she lets go, but before she knows what’s going on she’s screaming for him to fuck her ass, to fuck her harder. Looking up at him, she sees his taut swimmer’s body rippling with the force of his thrusts.

Again and again he plunges into her, her pussy aching with pleasure, the release building up again behind her chest.

“I’m going to -” she gasps, and reaches for his hands. He holds her wrists, pinning her down as he slams into her ass again and again. Her pussy is trembling, aching for him, and this strange new pleasure is about to explode inside of her. “Oh god – harder, baby, harder.”

The rocking of her hips and his relentless pounding fade into one constant, amazing movement, their bodies becoming one. She breaks one hand free from his hold and finds her pussy; her fingers are a blur, rubbing her clit until the tension builds, builds, and then -

He sees the look on her face, and stops holding back. As the first scream leaves her mouth, he leans down and kisses her. Moaning and breathing into one another’s mouth, she climaxes with the sensation of him emptying himself into her ass.

A hot, warm feeling fills her, and he buries himself in her with one last, powerful thrust. Her fingers slow, and then stop, as the flood of pleasure ebbs away and leaves her lying in a cloud.

And at that moment she knew. She needed to be his doll. His plaything. His baby-girl.

Henry was a strong man. Strong in so many ways. Henry’s hands could deliver a smack the sting from which could be felt for quite some moments afterwards. His arms could hold a girl and make her feel so tightly protected, so bound in his care to the point of almost feeling dangerously possessed. His demeanour cast a shadow of strength over everything he surveyed. Henry was solid, dependable and loyal. His kindness was certainly no weakness, either. Henry felt a depth of care and affection for his girl that would challenge the most ardent lover’s. Henry was a warrior. He had served his country and garnered medals and accolades along the way but something made him stop. She thought it was his capacity for compassion but no-one really knew what made him retire back to civilian life. Henry was a vault whom few got to access and reap the rewards within. Few, except for her.

The phone rang and Sarah picked up. “Hello?”

“Be ready for me in an hour.” he said.

And then she heard the dial tone. She hung up and proceeded to the bathroom.

Sarah stood under the hot gush of the shower and let the warm water soak her skin, she soaped herself, enjoying the rich lather and the anticipation of what was to come. The water ran in rivulets over her big breasts, her full hips and gathered in a pleasing stream at her pubic area. His territory. She thought of him as she rinsed herself clean and prepared her body for him. Once dry, she massaged the rich cream into her skin, down her graceful arms and shapely legs, across her soft belly and inhaled deeply. This was her time. Soon, she’d be on his time and she relished the frisson of excitement that handing herself over to him would bring. She dressed in her best black lace bra and knickers – a gift from Henry – and slipped the tailored black dress over her head. Her shiny black hair swished as she lifted in out of the dress and leant back to zip herself into the fitted clothing. Nothing overtly slutty, just a sexy silhouette for her womanly form. She gently teased the stockings up her legs and fixed them in place. Her shoes gave her the most joy; a simple high heeled black stiletto that did magic things to her posture. Bottom jutting out and breasts supplicatingly on show, she applied her make up with a deft hand, her lipstick expertly framing full and soft lips. Sarah was every inch a real woman. Tall, curvy and elegant. A sophisticated picture of femininity, sure to please anyone who looked upon her. She grabbed her keys and slammed the front door behind her.

She snapped off the metallic voice of the Sat-Nav and felt the rumble of the V6 beneath her. Sarah drove along the streets in silence, no music, no chatter from the radio. Centring herself, she pulled up at the address she had been to many times before, got out of the car and checked her appearance in the window reflection. She walked up the steps to his front door and paused a second to breathe. Before she could knock, the door opened and the doorway was filled with Henry’s masculine frame. He pulled her inside, without a word, with sufficient force that she dropped her handbag and faltered against the hallway wall. The door slammed and Henry put a finger to her lips. Sarah’s legs buckled slightly under her and she tottered on her heels as a firm knee drove its way between hers.

” Stand up.” he commanded.

Sarah did so. Henry spun her round to face the wall and as he did, he caught her wrists in one hand. He gripped her tightly and drew her arms up her back so she couldn’t move them. The pain was sharp and intense but Sarah did not speak. He kicked her ankles apart further and pulled the tight dress up above her bottom. The suspenders snarled up around her waist and held the dress fabric in place revealing her legs. Henry snatched at the flimsy lace of her knickers and tore them down her thighs. Still without a word, he began to part the cheeks of her bottom and feel for the tender opening inside. Sarah could feel herself becoming hot and her flushing cheeks, both top and bottom, gave away her state of arousal. Henry’s firm fingers thrust their way into her already moistening cunt as she felt his warm breath on her neck. His breathing was heavy and deliberate, his stubble grazed the skin of her nape, shoulder, then collar-bone as his face came to meet hers. He lay three gentle but definite kisses on her cheek and let go of her hands. Sarah placed her palms against the wall to steady herself as her feet faltered again as a consequence of the the assault on her senses. Pulling his fingers sharply from her hot wet cunt, Henry plunged one digit fully into her unprepared arsehole. Drawing in a gasp, Sarah felt his finger invade her most intimate and personal of spaces so roughly that she could barely stifle a grunt. But she knew this was not ladylike and so demurred. Two hands began to part her arse cheeks and then stopped as she heard the unmistakeable ‘zzziiipp’ as he lowered his flies.

Sarah could only visualise in her mind the profoundly beautiful sight of Henry’s thick but handsome cock springing out of the golden hair between his muscular thighs. It was a breathtaking image – one which made her gush a little from her delicious cunt. She felt a trickle of wet down her own leg. A trickle which was not lost on Henry.

“Open.” He said, and Sarah opened her mouth a little as he scooped up the trail of juice from her inner thigh. Sarah licked and cleaned his finger, tasting that sharp lemony tang of clean pussy juice on her waiting tongue.

His fingers dipped back into her cunt two, three, four times as he pumped the shaft of his glorious cock, wetting the tip. Sarah knew what was coming next and arched her back, pushing her arse out to meet his crotch. Henry pulled her soft arse cheeks apart and dived into the pleasure centre between. His cock was so hard it knocked the breath from Sarah’s lungs. She gasped in exquisite agony and pressed her palms into the wall for dear life. Henry let out a loud growl and pulled his cock out halfway. He looked down to see the awe inspiring sight of that perfect O of her arsehole wrapped around his cock as he pumped in and out. Henry was marking her, making her his. He knew that she loved being his cock and cum slut.

Henry’s thrusts became fast, more urgent and his cock hardened even more, driving into Sarah’s tender arse and keeping her breathless. Sweat began to bead at his brow and his pace increased ripping her soft insides and forcing a tear to run down her cheek.

Sarah was able to take it, she’d take it all, every time for her man. She needed to please him, to demonstrate to him that she was worthy of his attention. Hell, she’d take a whole Rugby team if he wanted her to. The friction in her arse was so great that she lost herself in the feeling and moved her hand down to rub her clit. She frigged furiously at herself and felt the familiar build of orgasm welling up inside. Suddenly, his hand grabbed her wrist again and pinned it to the wall. Henry shoved his cock into her arse doubly hard and pinioned both her hands in front of their writhing bodies.

“Naughty, naughty.” his rich sonorous voice intoned in her ear. “No, no, no. Not time for you to cum, my little one. Not for a long time, yet”

Fucking into her fast, Henry felt his balls tighten and the first spurt of cum bathed her insides, Stream after stream of hot, white, sticky cum pumped inside Sarah’s burning hole. He growled and slumped forward into her body, for a second. His cock slipped out of her ravaged bottom and as it did so, he produced a glass butt-plug from his pocket. Sarah was almost relieved to feel the cool smooth glass entering her. A welcome sensation for which she was grateful.

Sarah bent down and pulled her knickers up and her dress down. She ran her hand through her hair and turned around to face him. Henry looked her straight in the eye and smiled. He turned to the front door and opened it, the breeze cooling their flushed faces. Sarah moved towards the door as Henry gestured for her to leave. She wanted to say something but she stopped herself. She needed to prove her obedience.

She walked back to her car, got in and drove away.

The post arrived with a thud on Sarah’s doormat. She collected up the various bills and statements and saw a hand written envelope. Inside she found a picture. It was of a man’s hand holding a Sig Sauer P226, the number on a door of a hotel room and had a post-it attached with the address of a swanky hotel in town.

Sarah walked back to her breakfast table and ran her fingers lightly across the picture. Today was going to be a good day.

Mike awoke Saturday morning to find himself with his head encased in what felt like soft leather and his eyes covered and something in his mouth holding his tongue down. His mouth tasted like he had a bad case of morning after breath, which wasn’t unusual after a night out drinking with his buddies.

He tried to move his hand to find out what was over his eyes, but found he couldn’t move much, he was restrained spread eagle. It felt like he was on a bed and there were covers on. His head ached from the hangover, so he was not as quick as he might otherwise have been.

Mike was confused and didn’t have any idea what had happened to him. He remembered his buddy dropping him off last night. He remembered coming in the front door and trying to be quiet so as not to wake Carol as he stripped and got into bed. He must have gone to sleep right away, but other than that, he didn’t remember anything that would account for his present state.

Mike tried to call out. The gag prevented him from any intelligible speech, but the tried to shout anyway. Nothing. He tried again and put even more effort into it. Nothing. He kept at it, hoping someone would come and release him.

Several minutes later, he heard someone enter the room.

“Morning, dear.”

“Mpfhh, mpfh ouu”

“What’s that, dear. I can’t make out what you’re saying.”

“Mphhf mwhh ooohh mhuuh muuuhhh.”

“You really must have tied one on last night. You still can’t speak intelligibly.”

“Muhh aaahhhaa aahh aahhhmmaa”

“If you can’t say anything intelligible, you really shouldn’t speak.”

Mike felt pressure against the gag and couldn’t draw air through it. Carol had plugged it with something. Now Mike’s efforts to speak or shout were even more muted.

“That’s a bit better. Now where was I? Oh, I remember. We were discussing your condition.”

“You came home drunk late last night. You go out drinking with your buddies every Friday night and come home drunk. Then you sleep in late on Saturday, wake up with a hangover and moan and complain for hours. Then you watch sports on the tv or go out with your friends to a game.”

This isn’t something that I will put up with anymore. It’s inconsiderate to say the least and it really ticks me off! So I’ve decided to do something about it.”

“I planned this very carefully with the help of some friends so that if you came home really drunk again we would put this little plan into use.”

“You fucked up just once too often, Mike!”

“You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn. You are going to be my slave and sex toy all weekend until Monday morning.”

“Some things you won’t like, some you will. But you are my slave, and I don’t care what you like or don’t. It is about your pleasing me to make up for your Friday nights and weekend behavior.”

“For now, you can lay there and think about what you have done and how you are going to please me this weekend. Meanwhile, I’m going downstairs to do a few things to prepare for later.”

Carol removed the plug from the hole in the gag so Mike could breath more easily again. Then she left the bedroom and Mike.

Mike was left to wonder what Carol had in mind for him. He was sure that as soon as she released his bonds, he would get the upper hand and she would be the one bound to the bed. He spent a lot of the time until Carol returned planning his escape and revenge.

Carol returned and told Mike, “I hope you spent your time thinking of what you can do to please me. It’s time for you to get up and take a leak. Your bladder must be full by now. But I know you and you are probably thinking of escaping and tying me up.”

“No way. Not going to happen. I have some friends coming over to help me, and you stay tied to the bed until they get here. It shouldn’t be too much longer.”

Carol reached down and began to massage Mike’s belly. This reenforced the feelings of his full bladder with the added pressure.

“Hope they come soon so you don’t piss the bed.”

Carol left Mike to his awareness of his full bladder and the fact that he couldn’t relieve himself unless Carol let him up or he pissed himself.

About 5 minutes later, Mike heard the doorbell then several female voices. He still was sure that Carol wouldn’t take this so far as to embarrass him by having the women really participate. She wouldn’t embarrass him like that.

A few minutes later Carol came back into the bedroom. “I’m back. I’m going to turn on the radio to cover any voices so that you can’t figure out witch of my friends are helping me.”

The radio was turned on at a high volume.

“You probably think I’m bluffing and playing a head game on you. I’m not.”

Mike now felt two hands caressing his right nipple and stomach. Then he felt two more hands caressing his other nipple and stomach. Then a third pair of hands began playing with his penis and balls. Finally another pair of hands began tickling his feet. Mike was shocked, then aroused, and then began laughing as his feet were tickled.

The laughing increased the pressure on his bladder, but the erection kept him from pissing, so at least he didn’t embarrass himself by wetting himself and the bed. But the laughing made his bladder painful and the hole in the gag and his nose were restricting his breathing just enough to create a feeling of strangling.

The tickling stopped. Mike began to get his breath back and the bladder pain subsided slightly.

“Time for you to take a leak and empty that bladder, Mike.”

Mike felt his left foot being released from the spread eagle position and felt a chain being attached to his left ankle cuff. Then his left foot was pulled to about a foot and a half from his right foot then fastened to his right ankle cuff.

Next a leather collar was fastened around his neck. His left hand was released from the bed and the cuff fastened to the collar. Then his right hand was similarly fastened to the collar. Hands pushed and pulled him and maneuvered him to put his feet on the ground and then they manhandled him and stood him up. They guided him into the bathroom and stood him in front of the toilet.

Mike felt someone grab his erection and push it downward. “Mike, take a leak,” said Carol.

Mike tried to take a leak, but couldn’t. Trying put extra pressure on his bladder and he was in pain from the full bladder.

“Come on Mike, take a piss, you can do it!”

Mike kept trying but was unable. He began to whimper from the pain and frustration.

“What’s the matter, Mike? Can’t make?”

“Oh, I forgot. Men can’t piss with a hard-on. Piss poor plumbing.”

Mike whimpered again.

“Want some help?

Mike nodded.

“Well, there are three choices. We can get a baggie of ice and press it on your balls and cock and that will take care of the erection. Or we could get you off and that would do it. Or we could free one of your hands and you could get yourself off.”

“Ladies, what should it be, option one, two, or three?”

“Ok, three it is. Mike, we are going to free one of your hands and you can jack yourself off to get relief and piss.”

They released Mike’s left hand. Mike was right handed. Mike was humiliated and embarrassed, but the pain from his bladder and horniness combined to force him to bring his hand to his erection. Someone added some lubricant and he began to jack off. He tried to come, but the unfamiliarity of his left hand and standing made it hard to come. He kept trying and after a few minutes, someone grabbed his hand and forced it back up to his neck and fastened his wrist cuff to his collar once again.

“You’re hopeless. You can’t even jack yourself off. It seems we are back to option one or two.”

Mike felt a washcloth clean his erection. Then a mouth engulfed his erection and the tongue licked around the head of his erection and a hand began to jerk him off. Soon he was about to come. Then the mouth was removed from his erection just before he came. The hand kept jerking him off as he came to the cheers and applause of his captors. Coming had caused him to tense and increase the pressure on his full bladder even more. He was in some real pain now. In a few moments after he came, his erection wilted enough and soon he was able to piss and relieve the pressure on his bladder.

After his piss, Carol said, “Now it’s time for your shower. But first we need to prepare you.”

Mike was puzzled by this. What preparation for taking a shower?”

He felt the hands all over his body from his shoulders to his feet rubbing in a lotion.

“Now we just need to wait 5 minutes before your shower.”

Mike felt the lotion warm and a foul sulfurous smell began to fill the room.

After what seemed a long time but must have been five minutes, Carol said, “We need to keep your hood and collar dry. We are going to attach a breathing tube to your gag and wrap your head and neck in plastic. Then we are going to remove the cuffs on your ankles and wrists and you can take your shower. Afterwards we will dry you off and replace the cuffs.”

“Don’t try anything. There are five of us and you are blind and all we have to do is pinch the breathing tube and you are in serious trouble. Not to mention what we will do to you afterwards. Got it?”

Mike nodded that he understood.

They prepared Mike. Then they turned on the shower and guided Mike into the shower and put a bar of soap in his hand.

“Ok, wash up and get clean.”

Mike began to wash. It felt odd. He soon realized that his body hair was coming off in his hand.

“Yes, Mike. The lotion was hair remover. Now make sure you get it all off, or we will do your pubic hair as well.”

Mike continued to wash. Soon his hairless body was clean.

“That’s good. Now come out here and let us dry you off.”

They turned off the water and guided Mike out of the shower and began to towel him off. They took every opportunity to fondle his hairless body and his cock and balls. And his ass seemed to be fondled an awful lot.

When they were done, they guided Mike back to the bedroom.

They had Lou step into his slippers then led him, naked, downstairs to the living room.

“We have some time still before lunch, so we are going to have you pleasure us. We would have you eat us out, but the hood you have on doesn’t allow access to your mouth sufficient for the job. So we will have to settle for an alternative.”

“The penis gag you have on allows us to attach various things to the outside. We are going to attach a large dildo to it and you are going to use it to pleasure us. The more and better the orgasms we have, the more and better orgasms you will have. And failure on your part will get you punishments. Believe me, you don’t want to get punished.”

When they were ready, they led Lou over to the couch where two of the women waited naked with their asses on the edge of the couch. Lou was positioned so that the dildo attached to his gag was at the entrance of the first woman’s vagina.

“You’re in position. Now push forward and do your best to make her come.”

Lou pushed forward meeting resistance as he tried to push the large dildo into the woman’s tight opening. Eventually, he had his face resting against the woman’s vulva. He then began to withdraw and started to fuck the woman with the dildo. It was hard work, what with the resistance and the awkward position and the strain on his neck. Finally she came.

Lou was pulled back and the dildo cleaned and he was moved to his right and then positioned at the entrance of the second woman. Again he pushed forward. Again he fucked the unknown woman with the dildo. When she came, they pulled Lou back and cleaned the dildo again. Lou’s neck was very sore by now.

“That was good. But there are still a lot of us who haven’t come. So we are going to do things a bit differently now.”

They lay Lou down on his back on what felt like a plastic sheet. Then they rolled a condom on his erection. Then they rolled another condom on top of the first.

“Now two of us can ride you and get off at the same time. Don’t you come until I tell you you can, otherwise you will be severely punished.”

Lou felt two women mount him and begin to post and wiggle and do whatever it took to get themselves off using Lou as a sex toy. After the first pair got themselves off, the dildo was cleaned again and the condoms on his erection were replaced. Then the next two women climbed on board and used him.

Afterwards they removed the dildo and the condoms and stood Lou up.

“Time for lunch.”

They led Lou into the dining room and sat him in a chair that had been covered with a large towel. They fastened his ankle cuffs to the chair legs and then strapped him to the chair around his waist and chest.

“I’m going to free your hands and remove your gag so you can eat. You will ned to see to eat, so your collar will be replaced with a posture collar that will keep you from turning your head. Then your blindfold will be removed.

After they had the new collar in place, the blindfold was removed. Lou could see, but not turn his head, so his vision was limited. He could not see the women to both sides of him who were eating lunch. Lou moved to loosen up his jaw which was sore from having been clamped to the gag for so long.

Lou ate lunch in silence.

After lunch, Carol said, “You’ve done well this morning. So you’ve earned a reward this afternoon.”

They secured Lou’s wrists to the posture collar and released him from the chair and led him back to the living room. The lay him back down on the plastic sheet. A pair of fragrant women’s panties were placed over his head, blocking his vision.

“We’re going to pamper you and get you off several times for the next hour or so. Then you get to have sex with two of us at a time for the hour after that. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“First we are going to trim your pubic hair to a nice even length.”

Lou heard the buzz of the clippers and then felt the vibrations as the clippers trimmed his pubic hair. Then they used warm washcloths to clean his pubic area and crotch. They then took turns playing with him and slowly jacking him off. He finally couldn’t take it any more and after abut 15 minutes, he came. His body arched up and then he jerked with spasms as his come shot from his cock.

They gave him a couple of minutes before cleaning him up and starting to stimulate him to another orgasm. After he was hard, they took turns giving him head. They would go for about a minute then with a short pause, another woman would take over. They took turns, giving him all kinds of different techniques to bring him right to the edge, but keeping him just short of another orgasm.

Finally Carol took pity on him and said, “He’s had enough, get him off.”

The woman deep throating Lou really went at it and started to hum when she had him all the way down her throat. That was it. Lou came again, bucking and grunting, then finally collapsing back onto the plastic sheet.

“I think you need a bit of a rest before your next orgasm.”

They cleaned up Lou again and then the positioned him over a cushion that Lou figured was on the coffee table from the height of it. The panties covering his eyes were replaced with the blindfold again.

The women then began to massage him with a cream. It was sensual, but not sexual. Soon it seemed that two of the women were paying a lot of attention to massaging his ass. They would take care to get between his ass cheeks and brush against his asshole. Soon they were lingering there. Finally they took turns massaging his asshole and pressing a finger against it. Then one pushed harder and forced her finger into his ass. Then they alternated pushing a finger into his ass. Then they massaged his asshole from the inside and moved their finger around and stretched his asshole. Then they started pushing two finger in at a time.

Lou wasn’t sure where this was leading, or quite what he thought about it, but it did feel good. Now a woman grabbed his erection and began to slowly jerk him off. He felt another finger being added to the two that had been in his ass. Finally four fingers stretched his asshole as they were slowly worked into him to the bearer’s knuckles.

The hand working his erection was replaced by another hand and the pace speeded up just a little as another hand assaulted his ass. This hand was a bit smaller and the four fingers kept going and soon the whole hand was in his ass up to the wrist. The hand began to rotate around the wrist. Lou felt very full, but it wasn’t un-pleasureable.

Soon Lou was moaning in pleasure between the hand jerking him off and the hand in his ass massaging him from the inside.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself. But we need to do some more preparation before you get to have sex with two women.”

The hand was withdrawn from his ass and the hand on his cock was also withdrawn. They stood Lou up and led him upstairs to the master bathroom again. The had him kneel and then put his head down on the bath mat and stuck his ass in the air.

“We’re going to give you an enema. It won’t be the most pleasant thing that happens this weekend, but later, you will appreciate why it’s necessary.”

Lou felt a greased hard plastic thing pressed against his ass. It got wider than narrowed sharply and his ass clamped down on it.

“Hold it tight. You don’t want to make a mess.”

Lou then felt the pressure as the warm water began to flow into his ass. It kept coming. When Lou grunted with pain, they would stop the flow for a few minutes to let him adjust. Finally they stopped when there was no more fluid in the enema bag.

“Hold it for a few minutes to let it do it’s work then we will put you on the john to expel it.”

Lou clamped tight on the enema tip in his ass and tried to not make too much noise as the pain was intense and his guts cramped. Finally Carol told him to get ready, then popped the enema tip out of his ass as Lou yelped in surprise and tried to keep from leaking.

They helped him up and onto the toilet.

“Let it rip.”

Lou expelled the contents of his guts explosively and then as the liquid worked its way down his guts he kept expelling more and more until he was empty. Lou groaned in relief.

“One more enema should really clean you out.”

They stood Lou up, wiped him up and put him back in the ass up position and gave him another enema. This time they only made him hold it for a couple of minutes before putting him back on the toilet to expel it. This time when he was done, they stood him up again and did a thorough job of washing his backside.

They led him back to the bedroom.

“Now that you are prepped, it is time for your reward. You get to have sex with two women at a time.”

They led Lou to the bed and released his wrists from the collar. They got him on the bed and Lou found a naked female with her legs spread. He was led up between her legs and someone grabbed his stiff cock and guided him into position and guided the head of his cock to the woman’s entrance.

“Bury that stiff cock into her until you are balls deep and hold it there.”

Lou gladly did as he was told, savoring the silky feel, the heat and the tight grip on his cock.

Lou felt someone playing with his ass and greasing up his asshole. The another woman climbed onto the bed between his legs and he felt a soft but firm object pressing on his asshole before forcing its way in his already loosened ass. The lifelike dildo in his ass felt huge and now he understood why Carol said he would be glad for the enema. Without it, he felt as though the dildo would have ripped him apart. Now he just felt very full. They gave him a minute to adjust to the anal invader.

Now the dildo began to move out then in then began to fuck his ass. It built up to a faster pace and soon began to feel good. Lou moaned.

“Yes, it does feel good. Move with it.”

Lou began to fuck back onto the dildo which meant that he was also fucking the woman beneath him. Soon the three got into a rhythm. Lou was enjoying the sensations and began building to an orgasm. Before he could get there, the woman in his ass came and her spasms pushed Lou into the woman beneath him who came and finally Lou came shouting out his pleasure.

Soon all three lay there in a stack, breathing heavily and trying to recover. First the woman behind him pulled out of his ass, then Lou pulled out of the woman beneath him and rolled to the side on his back.

“Did you enjoy that? You can speak freely.”

“That was fantastic. It wasn’t what I thought of when you said I would have sex with two women at a time, but Wow!”

“Well that was only round one. There will be more as soon as you recover. Meanwhile, we are going to take turns riding your face until you’re recovered.”

They took turns and Lou did his best to bring them off. Finally they judged that he had recovered enough. This time they positioned him across the bed on his back so his ass was just at the edge of the bed. A woman climbed on the bed and sat on his face. As he began to eat her, his legs were lifted and his ass again invaded by a large strap-on dildo. The woman riding his face bent down and began to give him head. She was very good. But she did not bring him to orgasm, just pleasured him as he ate her and was fucked in the ass by the dildo. The woman with the dildo came, shoving it in his ass as far as she could as she clung to his upraised legs and spasmed through her orgasm.

The woman fucking his ass was replaced with another. After she came, the next woman lifted the woman who was giving him head from his cock and rolled a condom on him and then sat on his cock and rode him enthusiastically. She wold post for a minute or so then settle down with him buried all the way in and use her abdominal muscles and vaginal muscles to massage his cock. Finally the woman on his face came. Then the woman on his cock came and her spasms finally brought Lou to his orgasm.

The woman who had been riding Lou’s cock got off and they removed the now full condom and cleaned Lou up. Lou was by now wiped out.

“You look totally wiped out. Could you use some food? It’s dinner time.”

“Yes, please, ma’am.”

They got Lou to his feet and led him back down to the dining room and secured him as he had been at lunch.

“You may speak freely during dinner.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”

“How are you doing, Lou?”

“I’m sore, tired, sexually worn out, embarrassed as hell.”

“Good. You’ve got the rest of this evening and all day tomorrow to go.”

“I don’t think I can get it up again and my ass is sore from being fucked so many times.”

“Don’t worry, we have some more relaxing things to occupy the first part of the evening and give you some time to recover a bit.”

“That’s good.”

“Now eat your dinner, you’ll need to keep your strength up.”


After dinner, Lou’s wrists were again secured to his collar. He was blindfolded and released from the chair and led to the living room and they sat him on the couch.

“You’ve been good so we are going to reward you with a movie. I think you will enjoy it.”

They removed the blindfold and Lou saw Carol start the video from the computer. There on the large screen was a naked Lou being cuffed and spread eagled on the bed and then having the hood placed on his head and laced up. Then the scene cut to him in the master bathroom trying to piss then trying to jack off and finally being jacked off then pissing. Another cut to a different angle then showed him being massaged with the hair removal cream. Another cut showed him in the shower washing away his body hair. Another cut and he was being dried and the camera panned around showing his now denuded body.

Carol stopped the video. “Some good shots there. Really shows you off well. Don’t worry, we won’t show this to anyone as long as you continue to obey and be a good slave on the weekends.”

Carol then resumed the video. The video showed Lou with a large dildo attached to his gag and then him using the dildo to fuck a woman. Then it showed him fucking the second woman. Then it showed him on his back as two women mounted the dildo and his erection and rode him. Then the video showed him on his back being jacked off to an explosive orgasm. Next a montage of shots showing fingers in his ass leading up to someone finally fisting his ass.

“I hope you are enjoying the show.”

Next the video showed him on the floor with his ass in the air as the enema tip was inserted then it cut to his belly being massaged and another cut to the enema tip being pulled out and finally to him on the john expelling the enema.

Another cut to showing him being led by his cock and positioned at the opening of a woman’s vagina and then sinking in to the balls. It then pulled back and showed a woman with a large strap-on dildo behind Lou and then her inserting it in his ass and then fucking his ass and soon he was getting into it then the series of orgasms that ripped through the three.

The video ended and Carol said, “We have more video that we haven’t had time to edit yet. But you get the idea.”

“The video will remain safely stashed where no one can see it as long as you are a good slave on the weekends. We have copies elsewhere, so you don’t have to bother looking around the house for them as the other copies are elsewhere.”

“You are our slave on the weekends and if you don’t behave, we don’t have to tell you what we will do with the videos and how your friends and co-workers will respond to the videos.”

Lou was in shock.

“Do you understand your situation?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy.”

“Now that we have this insurance, I don’t think we need to keep you so restrained and we can be safe that you won’t tell anyone about what we are doing to and with you on the weekends, so we can let you see my friends and helpers. We know that you won’t let anyone else know about them and our weekends because we have these videos.”

They released Lou’s wrists and removed the collar so Lou could now turn his head.

“Close your eyes and roll your head around to loosen up your neck, it must be stiff after being in the collar for so long.”

A few moments later, Carol said you can stop now and open your eyes.

Lou did as he was told and saw five of Carol’s friends fully clothed in front of him.

“Hi, Lou. Enjoyed riding your cock,” said Fran.

“I really enjoyed fisting your ass,” said Jane

“I liked riding your face,” said Ellen

“I liked fucking your ass with the strap-on,” said Lori

“I liked it when you fucked me with that dildo in your mouth,” said Karen.

“You really do look much better without all that hair,” said Fran.

“I like it too. It is so much sexier when I fucked your ass to feel your smooth ass and thighs,” said Lori.

Lou was blushing at their comments and being nude in front of the fully clothed women, some of whom were close friends.

“You blush so cutely,” said Jane.

“And his cock is getting hard again,” noted Karen.

“It looks as though we will get one last orgasm out of him before the night is over,” said Carol.

They lay Lou on his back on the plastic sheet on the floor. Carol leaned down and French kissed Lou. Another woman started to give him head. He couldn’t see who it was as Carol’s head blocked his view. The women took turns giving him head and French kissing him. Finally the stimulation was too much and Lou came again for the final time that evening.

The women then thanked Lou for an entertaining day before they left.

Carol took Lou up to bed and tucked him in. Lou was exhausted and fell asleep in a moment.


Sunday morning Mike awoke rested but stiff and sore in a number of unfamiliar locations. He found that he was unbound, but still had the cuffs padlocked to his wrists and ankles.

“Shit! It wasn’t a dream.”, mumbled Mike.

He heard Carol, “Are you awake, Mike?” “Uh, yes.”

“Well throw on some sweats and come on down to breakfast.”

“Be right there.”

Mike got up and hit the john and took a leak, washed his hands and face and rinsed his mouth out. Then he put on sweat pants and a sweat shirt and slippers and went down to the kitchen.

“I hope you got enough sleep. You were pretty tired last night. Breakfast will be ready in a moment.”

“Uh, yeah I was tired. I feel a lot more rested, but I’m sore in a lot of places that I’m not used to being sore.”

“Yes, I suppose you probably are. We did use you rather hard yesterday. We’ll go easier on you today.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Mike, I want a straight answer. Are you unhappy with this arrangement of you getting to drink Friday night with your buddies and I get to use you as a slave and sex toy Saturday and Sunday?”

“Whoo. That’s a hard one to answer. There have been some things that I definitely did not like. The embarrassment, and humiliation. The enemas were that and painful. The cramping hurt. Then denuding my body hair.”

“But you do look so much sexier and you feel so much better without it.”

“Yeah, it does seem to be more sensitive. So let’s rate that as mildly disliked. Maybe I’ll change my mind on it as time goes by.”

“We will make sure to see what we can do to make the smooth look grow on you.”

“Ouch, that pun hurt.”

“Sorry. Anything else you didn’t like?”

“I sure didn’t like the butt play. When the whole hand went up my ass, it hurt.”

“What part of it hurt. When the wide part of the hand pushed in. Afterward it was just sore.”

“Was there enough lube?”

“Yes, that wasn’t the problem. It was the size.”

“Well be glad we used the woman with the smallest hands.”

“Anything you didn’t like?”

“Well my neck got real sore fucking the two women on the sofa with the dildo gag.”

“Sorry, we didn’t realize how much strain that would put on your neck. We won’t do that again. Or at least we will do it differently so it doesn’t hurt your neck. We need to keep our sex toy in good shape.”

“Anything else you didn’t like?”

“That’s pretty much it.”

“So what did you like?”

“Getting to fuck so many different women. Coming so many times. There were some great orgasms. Being played with and massaged.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah, I hate to admit it, but getting butt fucked was a new experience. I didn’t like it at first, but then it started to feel good.”

“I noticed you seemed to get into it after a couple of minutes.”

“Yeah it was mind blowing to be fucking a nice hot tight pussy while my ass was being fucked. Every move was stimulating both my ass and cock. I always wondered about those women who claimed to like being the filling of a sandwich screw. Now I know how it feels. It’s great!”

“Well we will have to see what we can do about doing that more with you.”

“I’m all for that.”

“I do have one request. I spent all day pleasuring you and your friends. I was naked all day and all of you got to see me. But I only got to see all of you dressed at the very end. That’s frustrating. I’d like to see what I’m doing and what’s being done to me.”

“Lucky you. Now that we have sufficient blackmail material to be assured of your compliance and silence, you will not be blindfolded all day today.”

“Now, here is your breakfast. Three eggs over easy just the way you like them. Toast and strawberry jam. A couple of slices of Canadian bacon. And a big glass of milk. Now dig in and make sure you finish it all. You’ll need the energy for later.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“When you’re done. We’ll go upstairs and give you an enema before the girls come over. It’ll be less embarrassing for you. I’ll also try to do it so as to keep any cramps to a minimum.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

After Mike had finished eating and Carol had cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher, she took Mike upstairs.

“Ok, strip and I’ll get the enema ready.”

“I’ll be there in a moment.”

Carol gave Mike three rounds of enemas this time, but she didn’t make him retain the enemas for too long and when Mike began to cramp, she would let him release the enema into the toilet. By the time the third enema was released, Mike was cleaned out.

“I’m going to take off your cuffs so you can shower. Then after you’re dried off, I’ll replace them.”

“Yes ma’am.”

After his shower, Mike came into the bedroom and Carol replaced the cuffs on his ankles and wrists, locking them in place. The girls should be here shortly. Let’s go downstairs to the living room to wait.”

They went down to the living room and Mike sat on the sofa while Carol sat in the lounger.

“I’m going to put the hood and a blindfold on you for when you greet the women. The blindfold will come off soon after they get here. I talked with them and they would feel a little more comfortable with you hooded for now. They want to keep this separate from their relationship with their friend Mike, for now. Are you good with that?”

“Yeah, I can deal with it for now.”

“I’ll order a new hood that will leave your lower face open so you can eat us out rather than being limited to that dildo attached to your gag. Would you like that?”

“Well, if I have to wear a hood, that would definitely be a lot better.”

“You know I love you. But you really did tick me off. So I am glad we could find a solution that would make both of us happy.”

“I love you too. And I don’t think I’ll be getting so drunk again on Friday nights anymore. I’ll need to be sober and at full strength for you and your friends on Saturday mornings.”

The doorbell rang. “I think the girls are here. Let me get you laced into your hood and blindfolded.”

Mike stood up and Carol quickly hooded and blindfolded him.

Carol answered the door.

“What took so long to answer the door?”

“I needed to hood and blindfold Mike.”

The girls entered the living room. Mike was standing naked except for his hood, blindfold, and cuffs.

Carol and the women carried on a quiet discussion for several minutes. Mike couldn’t hear what they were talking about. Several minutes later the discussion ended.

Carol said, “Mike we’ve agreed that you can see what you are doing today. But you need to be collared and restrained.”

Someone behind Mike reached around and fastened a collar around his neck and he heard the click as it was locked in place. He recognized it as the smaller collar, so he would be able to turn his head. Then his wrists were secured to the collar.

The blindfold was removed and Mike could see the women now. They were all clothed. Fran grabbed some lube and put some in her right hand and then came over and stood behind Mike and reached around and grabbed Mike’s penis and began to manipulate it, causing it to stiffen. She then began to slowly masturbate Mike. She whispered in his ear, “Enjoy this, Mike.”

The stereo was turned on and the women began to dance and one by one do a strip tease. They did everything they could think of to tantalize Mike. Meanwhile Fran kept slowly masturbating him. Mike was hard and horny, but the women were playing with him and wouldn’t let him come.

A now naked Jane came around behind Mike and Fran let go of his erection and moved in front of Mike. Jane put lube in both her small hands and rubbed up against Mike’s back as she reached around with both hands and grabbed Mike’s erection and began the slow masturbation again. Fran now did a strip tease. If possible, she did an even raunchier dance than the others had done.

By the time Fran was done with her dance, Mike was hard, horny, and breathing hard. Jane said, “Do you prefer my hands on your cock, or up your ass?”

Jane then let go of Mike’s erection with her right hand and stepped slightly to the left and brought her well lubricated right hand to Mike’s ass. She pushed her hand forward and her fingers met his asshole.

“Relax and open wide for me.”

Mike tried to comply as Jane’s fingers began to penetrate his ass. Jane went slowly and took her time. Ellen took over for Jane on Mike’s erection as she cooed, “Doesn’t this feel good? I bet it feels almost as good as Jane’s hand up your ass. I bet she is really stretching your ass as she works her whole hand up inside you.”

Mike could feel Jane’s hand stretching his ass as more and more of her hand was forced into his ass. He was feeling very stretched and it was beginning to be painful when all of a sudden her hand was in and his ass clung to her wrist.

Jane put her left hand on Mike’s shoulder and with the hand on his shoulder and the hand up his ass, she guided him behind the sofa and bent him over it. He was bent over so that his chest rested on the back of the sofa.

Ellen then came over and began to stroke Mike’s cock. Jane then said, “I’m going to see how far up your ass I can get my fist. I understand some gays have gotten all the way in up to their elbow. I’m small, so it should be easier and I won’t be able to go as far as a big dude could. So relax and enjoy the ride.”

Jan then began to twist her wrist and push. Karen and Lori took turns lubricating Jane’s arm as slowly more and more of her arm disappeared up Mike’s ass.

“God this is so hot!”

“Yeah, this is even better than watching gay porn!”

“Do you watch that stuff?”

“Yeah, it’s hot. Guys always say how hot it is to watch two women making love. Well, I find it really hot to watch two studs going at each other.”

“That’s perverted.”

“No it’s not. At least not any more than two women going at it.”

“I agree, it is hotter than hell to watch two guys in a sixty nine or fucking each other up the ass.”

“You both are perverted.”

“To each their own.”

“God, I’ve got half my arm up Mike’s ass!”

“You go girl!”

“You rock Jane!”

“How does it feel, Mike?”

“Full, very full and my ass feels like it is being stretched so wide that it’ll never close again.”

“Do you want Jane to stop?”

“No. It feels fantastic, especially with Ellen jacking me off at the same time.”

“You heard the man. Keep going Jane.”

“It’s getting harder, but it feels great up his ass. I can really understand why gays are so into fisting.”

Several minutes and Jane said, “I think that’s it. I can’t go any further.”

“Let me get a couple of good shots of this,” said Karen.

Mike heard the sound of the clicks of the camera and saw the flashes as the pictures were taken.

“Don’t worry, no one will be able to tell that it’s your ass, Mike.”

Jane began to twist her hand up Mike’s ass as Ellen sped up her masturbation of Mike’s erection. Soon Mike came into Ellen’s other hand and his ass clamped down on Jane’s forearm with each spasm of his orgasm. Soon Mike’s orgasm ended and Jane and Fran pushed Mike forward and he collapsed over the back of the sofa.

Jane slowly began to withdraw her arm from Mike’s ass. Her hand easily passed out of his now very stretched asshole. After she withdrew her arm from his ass, Mike’s asshole remained gaping open. Karen took a number of shots of his gaping ass. Two of the women inserted their fingers into Mike’s asshole and gently stretched his ass open from both sides in imitation of the Goatsee picture on the internet. Karen took more pictures. “This is so hot. I’m ready to come. One touch and I’m going to go off like a rocket.”

Karen came around the front of the sofa. Mike felt someone release his right hand. Karen then grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to her slit. “I’m so hot. Make me come, Mike.”

Mike was still wiped out from the fisting and his orgasm, but he was rapidly reviving with the new stimulus. He began using his had to do everything he could to get Karen off. It didn’t take long. She was right. She was very near a big orgasm and Mike’s hand provided all the extra stimulus she needed to come, hard. She screamed and shook and her thighs clamped together trapping Mike’s hand until she was done.

“God! That was Hot,” said Fran. “My turn.”

Now Fran replaced Karen and Mike soon had her coming on his hand.

The women took turns using Mike’s hand to get off. After the women had all used Mike’s hand to get off, they gathered behind Mike.

“His asshole will take some time to tighten up.”

“Well it is a good thing Carol gave him an enema this morning.”

“He still might leak.”

“What do you suggest?” ” How about an adult diaper?”

“Then we couldn’t use his cock.”

“How about a butt plug?”

“Carol, do you have a butt plug big enough?”


“How about the largest one you have and we can use a harness to secure it in place?”

“That should work.”

Soon a butt plug was up his ass and strapped in place.

“It isn’t nearly big enough, but do try and squeeze down and hold it. We’ll replace it with smaller ones as your ass recovers. It shouldn’t take more than an hour or so from what I’ve read,” said Jane.

“Thank you ma’am for your consideration.”

“You are more than welcome. We do need to take care of our sex toys and not break them.”

Carol grinned and said, “Now that you’re plugged, turn over sow we can use our sex toy some more.

Mike turned over onto his back and Carol said, “I have an itch that needs to be licked.” She straddled his face and lowered her moist and fragrant sex onto his face.

After Carol had come, the other women took turns.

By now, Mike had recovered enough to have a nice hard-on. Fran rolled a condom onto Mike’s hard-on and then straddled his hips and inserted his erection into her cunt and lowered herself onto him until he was balls deep. She then began to move up and down, working herself up to an orgasm. Before she came, she rose up off Mike’s erection and aimed it at her rear opening and lowered herself onto his erection again. She began posting at a furious pace as she used one hand to rub her clit and the other to work over her breasts. Soon she dropped all the way down onto Mike and began to shake violently as her orgasm hit.

After Fran, the others took turns using Mike’s hard-on. Most just used him to fuck themselves to orgasm. A couple used him up their asses. Jane was last and she had Mike fuck her in the ass as she bent over the arm of the sofa. “I used your ass, so it is only fitting that you use mine. Fuck my ass hard and make me come and come and come!”

“Before you fuck her ass, we need to move you to a smaller butt plug,” said Carol. They bent Mike over and removed the butt plug. It felt a lot tighter as they removed the butt plug and replaced it with a smaller one.

“Your ass is recovering well, it’s already a lot tighter than before. Now Fuck Jane’s ass until it is as loose as yours was.”

“Yes ma’am!”

Mike Stepped up behind Jane and put the head of his erection at Jane’s little brown hole and leaned forward. Jane was so hot that Mike’s erection slid into her in one long smooth motion. When he was in balls deep, Jane wiggled her ass and said, “Give it to me. Fuck me hard and make me come!”

Mike began to fuck Jane’s ass as quickly as he could, pounding away. He leaned forward and grabbed Jane’s tits and pulled and twisted Jane’s nipples. Jane arched her head up and said. “More, more, give it to me harder!”

Mike was pounding away at Jane’s ass as hard and fast as he could. He took his hand off Jane’s tit and started to slap her ass as he pounded away. Soon Jane was wailing and then she came and shook all over and ejaculated, covering Mike’s groin and legs. Soon Mike came and coated the insides of Jane’s ass with his come.

Mike withdrew from Jane’s ass and collapsed to the floor. Jane remained draped over the arm of the sofa and her ass remained wide open.

“It’s open, but not nearly as wide as Mike’s ass was after you were done with him.”

Fran said, “Of course we could remedy that.”

“No, My ass feels wide open enough for me, thank you very much.”

“You’re no fun,” said Fran.

“I just don’t want my ass ripped apart by your huge hands.”

“I don’t have huge hands! They’re perfectly sized for me.”

“Well you’re a lot bigger than I am, so comparatively they’re huge.”

Fran helped Jane up from the arm of the couch.

“Thanks. That was one great ass pounding Mike gave me. I haven’t been corn holed like that in ages. It was heavenly.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it,” said Fran.

“You mean you haven’t ever…?”

“Never. It would hurt too much,” said Fran.

“You have no idea how good it can feel. You just need someone to show you how to do it right. When Mike recovers we can get him to do the honors.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m serious.”

“But what if I don’t want to?”

“You don’t get a say in this. You need your anal cherry taken and need it done right. You can’t not have the pleasure of a hard cock plowing your ass.”


“I told you, no buts. Just a nice hard cock up your butt.”

“What are you two arguing about?” asked Carol.

“Fran is an anal virgin and I told her we need to correct that as soon as Mike is able.”

“You’re going to love it Fran. Done right, it feels great and the orgasms are great!”

“I don’t know…”

“Trust me, with our help and Mike, you are in for a real treat.”

“Elle, how is Mike? Can he get it up again. We need him hard to deflower Fran’s ass.”

“Well his breathing is back to normal. Let me see if I can get him hard again.”

Ellen and Lori began to work on getting Mike hard again. It took a couple of minutes but they reported success.

“Ok, Fran. Lie over the arm of the sofa and we’ll get you ready.”

Jane and Carol each grabbed one of Fran’s arms and guided her to the end of the sofa and soon had her bent over the arm of the sofa with her ass sticking up.

“We need to get you ready for your first time,” said Jane. We’re going to get you so horny that you’ll be begging for a hard cock anywhere, even up your ass. And we’re going to have your ass well lubricated and relaxed when the time comes.”

Carol and Ellen began to caress and tease Fran. Jane reached between Fran’s legs and began to play with her sex. Soon Fran began to moan and move her hips to try and hump Jane’s hand and get herself off. Jane kept her from coming.

“Do you want to come?”


“How badly do you want to come?”

“Badly! I need to come!”

“Do you need to come so badly that a cock up the ass will get you off?”

“No. I don’t want a cock up my ass, I want a cock in my cunt!”

“Not going to happen.”

Jane signaled to Karen to take over working on Fran’s sex. Jane then grabbed a glob of anal lube and began to use her fingers to work it into Fran’s tight asshole.

“Relax and push out and it will go a lot easier.”

Fran tried to relax and pushed out. Jane continued to work lube into Fran’s ass and massage the ring of muscle until it began to relax. Fran then added a second finger and continued her massage. Fran soon relaxed even more and then began to wiggle her ass and try to buck back against Jane’s invading fingers.

“Getting to like it? It does feel good doesn’t it?”

“I never thought someone playing with my asshole would feel good. But, God, it feels good!”

“It’ll just get better. Wait until Mike begins thrusting in and out of your ass. You are in for a real treat.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Well, you will have to wait until we think you are ready. We want to make sure that you really enjoy your first ass fucking.”

“Well hurry up. I’m as horny as I can ever remember being.”

“Ok, get ready. I’m going to add another finger and when you are relaxed and stretched enough to handle that, then you can have Mike’s cock up your ass and you won’t feel any pain.”

“Hurry! I’m so horny.”

Jane added her third finger to Fran’s ass and several minutes later announced that Fran was ready. Karen and Carol helped Mike up and rolled a condom onto his erection and then lubed it up and guided Mike behind Fran and lined his cock up with her asshole which was now well lubed and partially open. Mike slowly pushed forward into Fran’s ass. It was tight, but he easily slid in due to the lubricant and Jane’s massage of her asshole. Soon Mike was balls deep into Fran’s ass. He held still letting Fran adjust to his cock up her ass.

“How does that feel?” said Jane.

“I feel full, but it feels great.”

“Just hold on. It’ll get a lot better as soon as Mike begins to fuck your ass.”

Mike slowly began to withdraw until only the tip of his cock was still in Fran’s ass. Then he slowly began to thrust back into her ass. The took about two dozen strokes of Fran’s ass before he began to slowly speed up. Fran was moaning and had a look of pure pleasure on her face.

Soon Mike sped up even more and Jane reached under Fran to stroke her clit. Now Fran’s eyes opened wide and soon she was not only thrusting back against Mike, but screaming out for him to fuck her ass harder and faster and deeper. Then it hit. Her first orgasm with a cock up her ass. The feeling was different than with a cock up her cunt. It was intense and she could feel her ass clamping down on Mike’s cock with the spasms of her orgasm.

When her orgasm faded and she lay across the sofa arm in the afterglow, Mike thrust a few more times and came in her ass. Shortly his erection wilted and he withdrew from Fran’s now well fucked ass. Fran lay there with her ass gaping wide.

“Nice, but not anywhere near as wide open as Mike’s ass was.”

“God! That was great.”

“Glad you liked it. Just wait, until I get my hand up there like I did with Mike. You’ll be addicted.”

“No effing way you’re going to even get a chance to fist my ass.”

“Never say never. Life is long and you never know where it will lead.”


After Fran’s anal deflowering, everyone took a break and had lunch. Lou was uncomfortable sitting at the table with a butt plug up his ass. Every time he moved, he could feel the plug shift in his ass. After lunch, they had Lou clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

They then had Lou come into the living room and spent hours having Lou eat them to orgasm. Then they had him bend over and they removed the butt plug.

“He seems to have recovered nicely. So let’s use his ass some more.” said Jane.

The led him over to the couch and bent him over the arm and Lori got on the couch and put one leg over the back and her other leg on the floor and scooched forward so that Lou could eat her out. Meanwhile Carol put on a strap-on 6 inch realistic dildo and Jane lubed up Lou’s ass and then the dildo. Carol then stepped up behind Lou and slowly worked the strap-on into Lou’s ass. She rested with the dildo deeply in Lou’s ass. She leaned forward and lay on his back and reached around and started to play with Lou’s nipples. Soon Lou began to wiggle his ass and Carol began to slowly fuck his ass with the strap-on.

Lou moaned into Lori’s vulva as Carol sped up her motions in his ass. Soon Lori came, bucking into Lou’s face. Lou came next and then Carol came as Lou clamped down on the dildo in his ass.

Lori got off the couch and Karen took her place. Ellen with a strap-on slightly smaller than Carol’s took up her position behind Lou. She slapped his ass a few times with the dildo before lubing it and then pushing it into Lou’s well used back entrance. This time Karen then Ellen both came, but Lou having just come did not. Then Jane took Karen’s place and Fran took Ellen’s place and used a larger strap-on to plough Lou’s ass. This time Fran came first followed by Lou and Jane.

The women now helped a very tired Lou up off the arm of the sofa and laid him face down on the sofa to recover.

“I think we wore him out,” said Fran.

“I think he’ll remember today every time he sits down for the next week at least,” said Jane.

“I hope we didn’t break him,” said Karen. “I want to be able to use him again sometime.”

“I think we need to get him in a nice hot tub and get him some Jewish penicillin. Jane, could you fill the tub with hot water while we get Lou upstairs?”

“One nice hot tub of water coming up!”

“Fran, could you help me get him upstairs?”

“No problem. Between the two of us, we shouldn’t have too much trouble. Come on, Lou. Time to get up and get upstairs to a nice hot bath and then bed.”

“Uhh” was all Lou could manage.

They got him up and managed to get him upstairs and into the bath. Lou sighed as they helped him into the tub.

Ellen came into the bathroom a few minutes later with a big mug of chicken noodle soup. “Sorry it’s only canned, but Carol does stock a good canned version.”

Lou gratefully took the mug of hot soup. “Thanks.” He ate the soup savoring the flavor and warmth.

“Would you like some more soup?”

“Yes, please.”

“Give me the mug and I’ll get you some more.”

“Thanks, the soup helps a lot.”

After the second mug of soup and a long soak, the women helped Lou from the tub and dried him off and put him in bed. Lou thanked them before falling asleep from exhaustion.

The women turned out the light as they left and went downstairs.

“Carol, this has been one heck of a great weekend,” said Fran. “I can’t remember having enjoyed myself so much in years.”

“I loved playing with Lou’s ass and I loved fisting his ass. I haven’t fisted a man’s ass before and it was great! The feeling of power is better than almost anything,” said Jane.

“It was nice to use a man as a sex object for a change rather than the other way round,” said Karen.

“Can we do it again?” said Ellen.

“It was fun and it sure helped make up for some of his drinking and other crap,” said Carol. “He still owes me a lot, so how about we use him some more next weekend?”

“Count me in,” said Jane.

“The rest of us too,” said Ellen.


Monday morning, Carol got up early and let Lou sleep in while she got up and got ready for the day and then started breakfast before coming back upstairs to their bedroom to wake Lou.

“Time to get up and get going. Breakfast will be ready as soon as you come downstairs.”

“I’ll be down in a few.”

When Lou got downstairs to breakfast, Carol set a large plate of eggs, ham, toast and jam on the table in front of Lou. The large mug of coffee was already on the table.

“How are you feeling this morning?”

“Sore, and still a bit tired.”

“Well you have good reason to be sore and tired. We really used you.”

“Yeah you did. So does that make up for my Friday night drinking and hangovers on Saturdays?”

“It’s a start. But you owe me a lot more.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“No. In fact you are booked to entertain us again this coming weekend.”


“We have a lot of photos and some video that I don’t think you want others to see of you as our slave. They could be quite embarrassing to you and very entertaining for your friends and co-workers.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Try me… Besides, didn’t you get your rocks off a whole lot this weekend? I seem to remember you coming hard while Jane had her fist up your ass almost to her elbow. That should really entertain your friends.”

“You have that on video?”

“Yes and everything else. I’ll show you some of the video tonight after dinner.”

“Who all has this video?”

“Just me and a few backup copies that a few of the girls have. They have them in locked boxes and I have the keys. They can’t get into them unless I give them the key or if I’m hurt or otherwise messed with, they have orders to break into the boxes and use the videos and pictures as they see fit.”

“In other words, I’m fucked if I don’t go along with this.”

“Yep, that’s about it. So finish your breakfast and go to work and we can watch the videos this evening.”

Lou spent almost all day, when he wasn’t occupied working, thinking about what was in the videos and pictures and thinking about what they did to him all weekend. By the time he got home from work, he was fearful of what was in the videos and pictures and still had mixed feelings about what they had done to him. They had used him, but they made sure not to harm him and they sure made sure that he got his jollies as much as he could stand, so even though he wasn’t in control, ti wasn’t all bad.

Carol greeted him when he got home and told him to freshen up and come down to dinner. Carol had a salad, pork chops, baked apples and green beans for dinner. After dinner, Carol cleaned up and then joined Lou in the living room.

“I suspect that you have been spending a lot of your time today thinking about the videos and pictures and this last weekend and what will happen in the future.”

“You could say that.”

“Let me make things clear. I love you and don’t want to hurt you. The videos and pictures are to keep you in line and to prevent you trying to get back at me. Other than that, they will stay safely tucked away.”

“The other thing is that our relationship will be normal the rest of the week. You can even go out drinking on Friday evenings. Though I wouldn’t suggest getting too drunk and having a hangover on Saturdays. The weekends for the foreseeable future, you will be my slave and serve me and my friends however we want in whatever way brings us pleasure. Do a good job and you will be rewarded, fuck up and you don’t want to even think about what kinds of punishment we can dish out to you. We won’t do any permanent damage or leave any marks where they will show when you are dressed for work. But you don’t want to be punished, believe me.” “Given what you and your friends have done so far, I believe you. How normal will our relationship be during the week?”


“So if I want to take the lead and have sex and be dominant?”

“Just like normal. No problem.”

“So it’s a schizophrenic life. Normal during the week and a different person on the weekends?”

“I guess you could think of it that way. A split personality. Normal man during the week and sex toy on the weekends.”

“Can I get some say in what you do to me?”

“You can ask and we will certainly consider your requests. I won’t go beyond that.”

“Now I want to show you some of the videos and pictures from this weekend.”

Carol brought out the laptop and hooked it to the large screen television.

“This is from Saturday Morning.”

Carol started the video and it showed Lou, hooded and blindfolded and with cuffs on his wrists and ankles standing in front of the toilet with a hard-on and showed what happened until he came then was able to urinate.

The next scene showed Lou, now with his body bereft of hair, crouched on the floor, ass in the air as the enema tip was put in his ass and he was given the first enema.

The next scene showed Lou getting fucked in the ass with a strap-on.

The next scene showed Jane working her hand up his ass.

The next scene showed Jane working her hand up his ass until her arm was up his ass almost to her elbow. Then it showed him coming as Jane massaged his insides and Ellen jerked him off.

“Seen enough?”

“Yeah. If that gets out, my life is over.”

“So let’s make sure it doesn’t get out. Ok?”


“I notice that it’s also turned you on. You’re tenting your pants rather well.”

“It’s embarrassing, but it was hot and I’m turned on something fierce.”

“So what are you waiting for? Take me upstairs and screw my brains out”

“Carol, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk straight for the rest of the week!”

“Promises, promises.”

“Fuck going upstairs to bed, I’m going to fuck you right here!”

Lou grabbed Carol and began roughly undressing her and then removed his clothes and fucked her right there on the couch. Then he bent her over the back of the couch and fucked her from behind then switched to her tight asshole. Only then did they make their way upstairs to the bedroom where they went at it again. They finally fell asleep later totally exhausted.

Tuesday morning at breakfast, Carol said, “I’m sore both front and back. You weren’t kidding when you said you were going to fuck me so hard I wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

“I’m a man of my word.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“So I guess we really are back to normal during the week?”

“Yeah. I’m a woman of my word.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Make sure you do.”


Friday evening Lou went out drinking with his friends. He took some ribbing for falling behind the others in his alcohol consumption. Lou took it in stride and explained that he had to remain reasonably sober or his wife would give him hell all weekend. He took more ribbing for being ‘pussy whipped’, but he just smiled.

The Set Up

Conan Steel is the cruel but brilliant twenty something millionaire CEO of a soft furnishings company in Rochdale. He acquires a young intern, the beautiful and headstrong Alexandra Rasputin, the daughter of Russian émigrés.

Steel is intrigued by her ethereal nature and confession that she is a virgin. In turn, Rasputin is both attracted and frightened by the handsome big swinging dick with a capricious and sadistic temperament, and fascinated by the small clues he gives to his tormented upbringing, such as his father forcing him to attend Stockport County home matches in the late 1990s. Upon learning she is auctioning her hymen on E-bay, and fuelled by longing and jealousy, Steel psychologically and financially coerces her into signing a non-disclosure deal guaranteeing him first crack at her cherry and then exclusive sexual access until she runs to fat. She must also be his submissive willing to explore her most extreme desires and enter the twilight world of BDSM (Christmas and bank holidays excepted).

Rasputin is at first appalled by his perversions, which include an insatiable appetite for bondage, sado-masochism, water sports and Top Gear re-runs, but as she becomes more sexually confident she begins to be addicted emotionally and physically to the marathon BDSM sessions conducted in ‘The Rumpo Room’. As the sessions progress, Steel gradually reveals more of his tortured psyche, allowing Rasputin to see the vulnerable little boy within his corporate warrior carapace and understand his dark desires.

It is at the end of one of these sessions, as Rasputin tenderly removes a strap on from his anus, that their eyes lock like laser beams and they realise that this is more than an erotic business arrangement this is now a love affair…Driving home to his luxury duplex apartment in Oldham, and taking extra care to avoid the speed bumps, Steel texts Rasputin saying they must never see each other again for he can never dare to love…now dear reader enjoy some fragments from the love affair of this century…

The Steel Cock Is Her Destiny

Steel is in his office taking an important call from his transatlantic trading partner Torn Rip, whose thriving business empire is located over a hardware shop in Wisconsin. Alexandra enters holding a silver tea tray with his elevenses, a pot of tea and a packet of chocolate digestives. She is trembling, having in her short time as an intern come to feel a curious mixture of love, hate and desire towards Steel. He is rich, cultivated and handsome, with exquisitely chiseled features and a lion like mane of blonde hair. Conan feels a stirring in his nether, his cock a titanium springed sex cobra. He can smell her wet pussy from ten feet. The Rasputin girl is a particularly enticing morsel, with her lustrous long black hair, her fulsome luscious red lips, deliciously pert hard nippled tits and seemingly endless slender long legs. She is wearing a low cut white blouse, a black pencil skirt and killer heels. Torn’s voice echoes through the intercom.

“Goddamn sack of country shit!”

The line falls dead. Conan fixes Alexandra with his cobalt blue eyes and she feels her knees weaken under the ferocity of his glare, her cunt wetter than a toddler’s nappy. His gaze is magnetic and burning, fused with erotic desire and hinting at the demons that wrestle inside his tortured soul. She feels like one of the ants her brother used to scorch by refracting the sun through a magnifying glass on the scurrying insects during the summer holidays. Looking deep into Alexandra’s brown doe eyes that convey vulnerability like a kitten left out in the rain and an unlocked, ferocious sexuality, Steel is torn apart inside by conflicting desires; should he love and nurture this beautiful child woman or just find a flimsy pretext to slip her some Rohypnol and get her attached to the Titty Twister machine in The Rumpo Room?

Conan is so lost in rapture Alexandra suspects he is stricken by Bell’s palsy. Suddenly he leaps from behind his desk and rips off his shirt and trousers. He stands, tall and commanding, in his boxer shorts and black socks. Alexandra gasps at his finely toned body, not an ounce of fat and muscular with an abdominal rack you could grate cheese on.

“You are so freakin’ hot!” shrieks Alexandra. Steel is puzzled by her American accent as she has spent her formative years in Widnes.

“Alexandra.” purrs Steel like a mongoose toying with a boa constrictor, “This is your destiny!”

He drops his boxer shorts and his magnificent unfettered manhood, a member of awesome length and girth, fires upwards like a clown sprung from a circus canon.

Alexandra shrieks. The uncoiled tool has dislodged the silver tea tray from her gasp, the pot of tea scorching her breasts as it begins its journey to the floor. Steel’s eyes turn round in their sockets like rolling marbles as he surveys the wet blouse clinging to her erect nipples. He emits a low animalistic growl through pursed lips, places his left hand on his right bicep and raises a defiant fist. Maybe, Alexandra thinks, this is a mating ritual sign gleaned from his gap year spent in the Congo. Steel presses her tight against him and squeezes her buttocks, “Tonight Alexandra I shall take your most cherished possession, your virginity, and I shall introduce to a world of carnal delights both tender and cruel.”

The Morning After

Alexandra is lying in the king-size bed in a dreamlike state. Did she imagine last night? His tender caresses, the way he smothered her with kisses and held her tight in his strong unyielding grip before administering his monstrous length with the utmost delicacy. How it hurt so much when he deflowered her and how over the next half dozen times they made love through the night the pain lessened and the pleasure became increasingly dizzying as she writhed on his body and pounded his flesh sword of love with her sex plunger. She had detonated with multiple orgasms on his cock, quivering and squealing to the extent at one point he enquired if she was on medication for epilepsy. They made love in almost every position advertised in the battered copy of the Karma Sutra he possessed.

He had tongued and fingered her pussy so she gently she sprayed his face with cunt juice and later she took his sex in her mouth and tasted his ejaculate, becoming totally overwhelmed by the sensory overload. It had been a memorable night for Steel also; he had gathered together the bloody bed sheets that evidenced the taking of her virginity. She had seen what lay beneath the sardonic and dismissive demeanor he normally displayed, a caring and loving but slightly damaged man. Steel enters the bedroom bearing a tray carrying orange juice, fresh croissants and a vase with a red rose in it. He is wearing a black t-shirt emblazoned with the words ‘Pound the Mound’ in white lettering and a depiction of a clenched fist underneath the banner. Steel places the tray on the bedside table and steps back to admire her. Out of his pocket he takes a morning after pill and an address card for the nearest STD clinic. Alexandra is naked and supine on top of the satin bed sheets, her left leg flat against the mattress and fully extended while her right leg is raised in the air and bent at the knee. The pose neatly parts her pussy lips, and he salivates at the sight of her musky sex swamp.

“You cock tease,” hisses Conan.

Alexandra explains she is working out cramp. Soon they are merged together in sexual congress, entering a world of corporeal ecstasy. She ignites on his cock, delirious with orgasmic pleasure. Steel violently discharges soon after with anguished intensity. In a rare display of contrition he apologises and opens a window.

Meeting Erik and being seduced by him did wonders for my self-confidence as well as keeping me sexually sated. I visited him at regular intervals for the next couple of years, usually once or twice every two-three months. Not that I didn’t want to have male sex more often than that, but he taught me something about building up expectations and the effect of abstinence. Oh I jerked off (a lot) and had sex with girls now and then, but I did nothing about the craving to be fucked. I didn’t even use my dildos, because doing without made me needy and eager, and I knew that Erik loved that. And I loved the fabulous orgasms he gave me.

However, I also saw Erik on occasions when we were not having sex. It turned out that he’d been serious about his offer to get me a job as a model. I’d written his question off as a smooth pick-up line, so I was very surprised when he arranged for me to meet Claude. He was a French photographer living part time in Copenhagen (and part time in Paris), and he was very professional. He was also fifty-something, short, wiry, temperamental and the first really feminine gay man I’d met.

Getting almost naked in front of him, except for the underwear I was modelling, and having him boss me around and arrange my body the way he wanted it, had me blushing like mad for the first half hour. But in spite of the fact that his hands touched me almost everywhere, there was nothing sexual about it. Indeed Claude impressed me very much, because there was no hint of him coming on to me and his behavior made me forget my embarrassment. Soon I was comfortable with being nearly nude in the spot light (literally) and just focused on doing my best with the job.

Other modelling jobs included more clothes and various photographers, and on occasion Erik would be there for those. With time the consequences of this opportunity turned out to be much more important that just making some money while studying. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t suddenly become a successful model. Most of my work was meant for advertising catalogues, and I was just one amongst a host of good looking but rather anonymous guys doing this stuff. I rarely got used by magazines, and I didn’t do shows (you know the catwalk and such). I did do some nude modelling but that’s another story, and those pictures were certainly not for public consumption!

No, the gain was something else, and looking back I now know that it was more to do with Erik than modelling. He used the opportunity to mold me or maybe help me is a better word. When I met him, my main assets were youth, my typical Nordic features (blue eyes, blond hair, nice body), a fair dose of charm, and a certain amount of intelligence. But I’d no idea how to dress well, how to make the most of myself, both physically and mentally, and how to improve my manners and understanding of the world around me. By his example and subtle guiding I learnt how to act as a grown-up, a mature, attractive and attentive man.

I got to keep the clothes that I wore when modelling, unless I really disliked them, or Erik thought they weren’t right. He’d also send me to shops where he knew the owner, and I’m sure I paid lower than normal prices for the things they chose for me. Erik also gave me small gifts like aftershave, body lotion or underwear, but made it seem casual. He might rub lotion on my body after we had a shower and tell me to take the bottle home. Or he’d ask me to wear specific articles of clothing “because I’d like to take those off you later, Anders”.

So it never felt like payment for sex – and in any case I should have been the one to pay him as my tutor. Erik certainly didn’t act like he considered me as a kept lover, either, even if I was his ‘boy’ in bed. Very little in his manner towards me outside the bedroom let on to our private relationship, and he taught me the same restraint. Being in control of your feelings, thinking about your actions beforehand, and not letting secrets slip were useful abilities which Erik valued and helped instill in me. It sure wasn’t from any shame on his part, because he was proud to display me as his companion in the right context.

I found out, when he insisted on taking me to a gay club he liked. I know what you’re probably thinking now, and I’ll admit that your suspicions are not without merit. But Erik took me to a fairly normal gay bar/club, not unlike the place where I met him, just more exclusive. He asked me to come to his place first and stay the night after, and I gladly agreed. It was our third time together, and I’d only done one or two modelling jobs with Claude. So my wardrobe was still pretty standard for a twenty-year-old student with low cash funds, and Erik insisted on providing my outfit for the night.

“I’m the one who wants to go out, Anders, and I’d love to see your tight ass in these when you’re dancing. Especially knowing that I’ll get to fuck it when we come back.” My protests died and I blushed even more than when he’d shown me the skin tight leather pants and skimpy underwear to go with them. The latter wasn’t much more than a firm pouch to hold my intimate parts in place, and the thought of having the narrow elastic straps outlining my bare butt and sitting deep in the cleft was making me cringe. It almost caused me to forget about the top which was just as revealing.

Erik had me stand in front of his mirrors as he undressed me and helped with the outfit. Of course his hands on me turned me on, and he chuckled as my dick engorged and finally escaped the confinement of the pouch, while he’d been busy settling the strap between my butt cheeks. “You’ll never get your new pants on like that, Anders.” His body was suddenly up against my back, and I could feel his hidden cock rubbing my naked ass. Standing exposed in front of the mirror with my dominant lover fully dressed behind me, while he fondled my balls and squeezed my nipples, had me gasping and begging in no time.

“You want me to take care of this, min dreng?” Erik’s hand enclosed the shaft of my throbbing dick, and I cried out and tried to thrust my hips. The deep voice held me in thrall, just as his strong arms trapped me against the manly body. “Naughty boy, you know better than that.” My eyes closed as I tilted my head back on his shoulder and tried not to whimper. Fuck, it was unbelievable the way Erik could make me horny and desperate with a few words and touches. “Open your eyes, Anders.” The firm order had me shivering and I immediately obeyed.

Erik made me observe every moment in the mirror as he played my body, stroked me, teased me, told me how sexy I looked, how much he liked my tight ass. Not that I doubted the last part from the way he was grinding his hard-on into my crevice. When he finally let me decorate the mirror with sticky splotches of cum, I’d once again been reduced to wantonly pleading boytoy. With one of Erik’s fingers buried in my ass and the other hand roaming over the front of my body, he watched me stroke my dick at the end, desperate for the orgasm he’d been denying me for more than ten minutes.

Once it was over, we helped each other clean up, and then I got dressed. Erik stayed hard the whole time and he made sure I was aware of it. I knew better than to ask or take any action to help him out. Two nights in Erik’s arms had taught me that he decided what would happen in relation to sex. I could beg for my own pleasure, but he didn’t appreciate me initiating or pushing things with him. And as I’d discovered that first time, my dominant lover would enforce his wishes with a light slap on appropriate parts of my anatomy, if I was disobedient. Just a playful pat, quickly forgotten in the subsequent delights.

Yep, I was still naïve, feel free to laugh, because even the events later that night didn’t make me connect the dots. Although the initial part of that evening’s education in the world of gay men and sex was quite innocent, if rather confusing and complicated at first. Erik and I took a taxi to the club; he paid our entrance, got me a drink, and led me on tour of the facilities. The bar was separate from the dancing part of the club, but connected by a short but wide corridor to accommodate the constant flow of guys back and forth. The music was loud, but it was still possible to talk in the bar area.

To my surprise Erik took my hand once we’d left our coats at the manned cloak room desk. At first I didn’t dare to remove it, I was still caught up in my role from the recent scene in his bedroom. But then my pride and independence reasserted themselves, and I lagged behind and tugged gently. Erik’s grip tightened, but he stopped immediately and turned to me. I stared into his eyes for a moment, let my gaze drop to our joint hands, and looked back up at the handsome face of my lover. He got the point, but instead of letting go, he pulled me to the wall, so people could pass, and bent to talk quietly in my ear.

“Would you prefer to be an object of desire for half the unattached men in this place? Going into that club unattended, as a new and mostly clueless visitor, looking the way you do, and I can guarantee that you’ll have most males above 35 chasing your cute ass every minute we’re here. Even being my companion – and I can assure you no one will think of us as boyfriends, if that’s what you’re worried about – even with me as your chaperone, I promise you that you’ll get more attention and chances to flirt than you can handle. But it will be harmless and without peril, so you can enjoy it as much as you like.”

Oh. Right. OK, put that way, I’d be better off following Erik meekly into the bar, so that’s what I did. We wandered around after getting our drinks, occasionally stopping to talk to people he knew. If they studied me with interest, he’d introduce me, but otherwise I was free to look around. He usually let my hand go, only to take it again as we moved on. But in a few cases he kept hold of me, and after the second time I noticed that on those occasions he’d introduce me as “one of Claude’s new models”. This invariably sparked a closer scrutiny from the man or men in question, and I wondered why.

Once we’d made the rounds, Erik asked if I wanted to dance. I declined and he found us a table in the bar, where we could talk. During the next hour he educated me in the dynamics of gay men’s interactions, pointing out various people and telling me to watch how they acted. This included the men who dropped by to flirt with me or him, mine almost all older, confident guys and his young or at least fairly diffident. It took me a while, but the comments he made to go with my observations finally clued me in. “So you’re saying that the reason I get hit on by mature guys is because I’m sending out signals like the boys trying get your attention? Bottom vibes?”

Erik nodded. “Yes, but it’s more complicated than that. And you needn’t looked so annoyed, Anders. As I’ve said before, you have the potential to attract both groups. It depends on your attitude and with more experience and a bit of confidence, you’ll project top signals – or even versatile vibes, if you prefer. But right now, dressed like that and in my company, most guys will label you as a bottom and most likely submissive. Try going here on your own and in another type of clothes – and I’ve got a couple of outfits you can try – and you’ll have a very different experience.” He didn’t have to add that it would only happen if I behaved otherwise too, and that I should study the guys I wanted to emulate.

Once I got over my wounded pride, it was actually rather fun. It reminded me a bit of the time I tried to figure out how to catch Kristine at the college dance. Only this time I was studying the predators as well as the prey and trying to work out how to act, depending on the role I wanted to take on. And I had to admit that I enjoyed being free to flirt without worrying about offending anyone by refusing to follow through. Even when I began to accept offers to dance, I felt safe. Erik always appeared next to the dance floor a few minutes after I’d left with a guy and his eyes on my body both reassured me and turned me on.

The one time a man hit on me persistently and refused to back down, finally groping me blatantly on the dance floor, I wrenched away from his grasp and fled to the safety of my lover’s arms. Erik immediately took me back to the bar, and we joined a couple he’d introduced me to earlier in the evening. He slid his arm around my waist and kept me close, while we chatted casually with his friends. When my pursuer walked through the room and spotted us, his face twisted in an annoyed sneer, but he kept going and disappeared into corridor leading to the toilets.

Shortly after that the couple with us got up to dance, and to my surprise Erik pulled me up to follow them. Luckily the music playing was something I really liked, and I gave myself over to the beat, dancing with my eyes closed, secure in the knowledge that my protector’s eyes and hands were on me all the time. As it turned out, it may have been more than just Erik whose fingers teased my wriggling ass or ghosted across the exposed parts of my torso and tickled my leather encased bulge. When I opened my eyes at the end of the song, I was surrounded by all three men, and I immediately blushed when the gay couple in front of me grinned appreciatively.

Erik’s hard body was suddenly up against my back, and the velvet of his voice worked its magic. “Time to go home, Anders. I think you’ve tantalized the wolves enough for one night, boy.” The last word was an almost inaudible whisper in my ear, as he bit my lobe gently. In fact, it may have been just my overwrought libido supplying the epithet, but I still got totally horny and needy in a split second. I barely managed to nod goodbye to Erik’s friends before I was tagging along like an obedient puppy behind his master, eager for the promised treat. But at least my lover was just as much in a hurry.

Maybe that was why I never felt inferior, even when I deferred and submitted to Erik. He clearly appreciated my company, showing it with words, looks and touches. He never humiliated me or mocked me, and even when he dominated me sexually, there was an unspoken regard for my wellbeing, both physically and mentally. My lover made me feel like the hottest guy in town, and I’d no objection to him showing me off in the club and to his friends. Having Erik spend time with me and look proud of being in my company boosted my self-esteem and confidence immensely.

The moment we closed the door to his apartment, he had me pinned to the wall in the corridor. His kisses ravished my mouth, and his hands held my neck and my butt in a firm grip. At some point during the evening I’d asked him whether he normally preferred smaller guys, and Erik had laughed. “No, Anders, I’m quite content that you’re my height, strong and fit. I like that you’re a man and capable of holding your own with other people. It’s much more of a challenge and better fun to subdue you, than if you just rolled over and gave in.” From that answer I’d concluded that he wouldn’t mind if I resisted a bit.

The only problem with this notion was that Erik’s kisses and hands on my body turned my knees to jelly. Funny contrast, ’cause my dick was stone hard and painfully trapped in my tight leather pants. I groaned in relief as my lover deftly unbuttoned and unzipped, then gasped as he spun me around and tugged until my cheeks were exposed. “You drive me mad, Anders. When we were dancing, I just wanted to bend you over and fuck your pretty, provoking ass.” His finger slid down and found my entrance. My whole body went taut, partly in terror that Erik would take me raw right there and then, and partly because I almost wanted him to.

“Go take a shower and make yourself ready, boy. Then come find me in the bedroom, and I want you naked and obedient, do you understand?” I gulped and nodded, relieved, then fled along the corridor and into Erik’s bathroom. I’d prepared myself before I came over, of course, but after spending several hours at the club, dancing and sweating, I needed a quick repeat. Once I was clean and ready inside and out, I walked across the hall to the bedroom. Erik was waiting for me, sitting on the bed in front of the two large mirrors on the wall.

He was still fully dressed, and when I approached, he spread his legs and guided me in between them. My dick was hard and just his look made it twitch with anticipation. Erik caressed me gently, and bent forward to run his tongue over the head. I had to clench my hands into fists to stop myself from grabbing hold of his head and ram my manhood into his mouth. Such an act would definitely not be well received, no sir. After teasing me for little while, my lover sat up straight and undid his pants. “Kneel down,” the order was soft and calm, but still unmistakable. So I knelt and Erik buried a hand in my blond curls and guided my head to his cock.

As soon as the tip prodded my lips, I opened them and accepted his manhood in my mouth. He let me control how deep I wanted to go, and I sucked and hummed with pleasure, as I worshipped the rod that would soon impale me. Or at least I hoped so. I needed to be fucked so badly, and I had the feeling that Erik would give me a long, hard ride tonight. He let me play for a while, then pulled me off his manhood and helped me stand up. A long possessive kiss followed by: “Get in position, Anders,” had me scrambling on to the bed almost shaking with anticipation.

My second encounter with Erik had taught me what that order meant. He wanted me on all fours, exposed and eager, and then he’d give me the most intimate delight of all: an expert rimming. A lesson I’d been most happy and grateful to receive, and the term itself was new knowledge too. When Mark and Michael had licked me, I’d enjoyed it, but I hadn’t really appreciated what an agile tongue could do to me. Erik teased my puckered star with small flicks of a wet tip. He ran lips and tongue up my thighs and nibbled on my butt. Hot breath on my balls and slowly moving up my ass crack had me moaning and begging for more.

All the nerve endings collected in my tight sphincter vibrated with need. Every lick and kiss and prodding of my entrance fired them up and sent bursts of pleasure up my spine and my dick. When my lover finally opened me up with two fingers and lube, I was more than ready to be taken. But to my utter frustration, he didn’t. He slipped a small butt plug into my ass and told me to turn over. Then his mouth worked its magic on my manhood, but whenever I was close to coming, he moved up my body and fed me his cock. The third time he left me on the edge, I voiced my desperation: “Fuck no, please let me come, Erik, please. I’ll do anything, just make me…”

I think that was what Erik was waiting for. He immediately swallowed my whole shaft and his fingers pushed the butt plug in such a way, that it hit the sweet spot inside me. Once again he had me screaming in ecstasy as I came hard, and he drank every spurt of my prolonged ejaculation. The most amazing part was that I stayed erect and when Erik removed the butt plug, I spread my legs wide, hoping to be fucked. But still he tantalized me with fingers and mouth, slowly working me into a second frenzy. I even tried to suggest that I could ride him, if he wanted me to, but that just earned me a swat on my butt. Okay, I guess it was silly to think he would let me be on top.

Finally, I got so desperate that I jumped out of bed and repeated my vow to do anything. I just stood there with my back to the mirrors and my throbbing dick pointing at Erik and begged him to tell me what I could do to make him fuck me until I came. Moments later he was next to me, a soft white silk rope in one hand and a black blindfold in the other. “Anything? Do you really mean that, Anders?” His voice was almost a purr, and when I nodded, he wasted no time tying my hands behind my back and the black cloth over my eyes. I couldn’t see anything as he led me out of his bedroom.

Eventually everyone was back in their beds by 3:30AM, after tossing and turning for a bit I dozed off at about 4AM. At 6:30AM Kay’s alarm went off and I really wanted to roll over and go back to sleep, but I figured that the safest place for me at this point in time was anywhere but here so I offered to give Kay a lift to the station and then head into the office. Kay did her mother hen bit and left money for Lisa to use for a taxi so Lisa and Claire didn’t have to use a bus. She woke Lisa to tell her and made sure her alarm was set before we set off. The journey into work after dropping Kay was a bit hairy to begin with as my sleep deprived mind kept drifting off and after a close shave with a hedge I pulled into the next petrol station to grab a strong coffee.

When I eventually got to the office and checked in with reception I found that all the hot desks were booked out so I had no place to login. After my manager saw me working from the break room he told me that I wasn’t needed in the office and it would be best if I worked from home today and probably for the rest of the week. Despite my protestations I was sent on my way and told to finish up the two tender responses I had outstanding. It was now 09:30 and I figured that by the time I got home the girls should have got up and gone, but to make sure I rang the house phone. I then tried ringing Lisa’s mobile and got sent to voice mail. Within seconds of hanging up I got a text from her saying ‘I’m a big girl now, I’m in a taxi. OK?’ which I took to mean that she was really grumpy this morning, another good reason to not have been in the house.

When I eventually got home I thought about getting on with my work and set up my laptop ready in the office, but my mind was too tired. I decided to have a 30 minute nap before getting really started, but before going I checked to make sure the camera in Lisa’s room had written its files to the backup location. A quick check showed a number of files so there must have been plenty of movement as it was motion activated. Picking one with a thumb nail that seemed to show fully bodies I ran it and up came a clip of first Lisa undressing and then Claire being helped out of her boots and dress. Lisa divested herself of the breast enhancements and then proceeded to grab two negligées from her draw, handing one to Claire. Now she was up and standing again, Claire was standing in front of the mirror posing and admiring herself. Both girls looked fabulous and I cursed the fact that I had no way of zooming the camera even if this was a live shot. Having a far more intimate knowledge of Claire’s body than I wanted to think about for now I concentrated on looking at Lisa and my mind started to think about how I could get up close to it as I desperately wanted to suck those pert little breasts and slam my cock into her – The I got the answer I wanted about Lisa as she pulled on her negligée – she had a fully shaved pussy.

I found myself getting horny again, but decided that I’d save this peeping tom session for later as I not only needed to get some rest, but I needed to do some work. Closing the lid of my laptop I went off to lay down on our bed after shutting the curtains. Despite the three cups of coffee I was off to sleep in no time, laying there on top of the bedclothes in a pair of shorts. I must have gone off into a deep sleep as I started dreaming of being held captive by Lisa. Kay was looking for me, but Lisa had me tied up and hidden under the cushions of the settee. Kay couldn’t see me and at one point was even sitting on me. I tried to cry out, but I was gagged and tied. Lisa was there sitting in her black dress chatting away with her Mum and was even wanking me through the gap in the cushions as she did. It felt so good and I could feel myself getting excited and trying to tell Lisa not to make me cum with her Mum there, but Lisa ignored me. I tried to struggle, but I found myself wrapped up in satin strips like a mummy, it even came up and over my head. As I struggled I felt the soft shiny material rub against itself and I felt weirdly happy. My struggles turned into a fucking motion as I felt nearer to cumming, but something was wrong, I couldn’t breathe now and I felt the wrappings tightening and suffocating me, I struggled again, but Lisa kept on wanking me.

Suddenly the scene changed, I felt more aware, I was not bound in satin anymore and I was laying on my bed, but I still couldn’t see anything and breathing was still difficult, I could still feel myself being wanked and nearly cumming. I tried to open my eyes. They were open, something soft and smooth was being held over my face, I could feel the hand behind it. My movement seemed to spur on the wanking and I felt the build of an ejaculation forming. Still not fully awake, I submitted to the pleasure and started to thrust my hips to bring the orgasm on faster. I could feel it coming and ached for the pleasure it would bring, I could feel my muscle tightening in anticipation.

Ouch! My cock flared in pain and my orgasm died, I was fully awake now and reaching down to find out why my cock hurt, all ideas of ejaculating gone. Then the hand came away from my face, taking the layers of satin material away with it. I blinked in the light coming from the door way and a silhouetted figure standing over me came into focus. It was Lisa, she was wearing her new dress and her “Christina Aguilera” wig, as she liked to call it because it was bleach blonde, full, shoulder length and tousled. I would tease her when she wore it, but secretly loved the look as she would always go for heavy make up as well when wearing it.

Why was Lisa in my room? Why was she dressed like that and in my room? Why was Lisa in my room, dressed like that and my cock was out, still semi rigid? The questions were mounting and I was not getting anywhere with an answer. Do I sit up and ask her what she is doing, should I put my cock away first? I was still in a daze so I went to sit up and gather my thoughts.

“Oh No Adie, don’t sit up, I want you right there, I just didn’t want you to cum just yet.” Said Lisa.

But it wasn’t Lisa, the voice was wrong. I went to turn the bedside light on so the light balance would show this person’s face, but they stepped forward and in one motion had both my wrists above my head and the person was sitting astride me.

“Come on Adie, don’t you like me looking like Lisa? Wouldn’t you like to fuck me hard?”

It was Claire and she was wrapping the satin item she had used to smother my face around my wrists. I tried to buck her off, but she clamped her legs tight around my waist and the heels of her shoes scraped painfully down my thighs. She must have had Lisa’s shoes on as well, ouch!

I wasn’t having it this time and I bucked more to get her off. This seemed to amuse her and she fought back with a vice like grip of her legs whilst trying to finish the knot around my wrists. This time I went for a buck and a twist and Claire lost her grip of my wrists, this gave me the chance I needed and I grabbed her by her waist and pushed her off me and over onto Kay’s side of the bed. I scrambled to me feet and looked back, ready to fend off another attempt to grab me.

Claire now lay there smiling,

“Aw does panty boy not want to play? Have we forgotten last night and what I have of yours?”

Still smiling, she now spread herself across the bed, opening her legs and running her hands up over her body to push up her breasts and then one hand went down her leg to return back up her inner thighs so she could finger her pussy.

“Adie, I just want to say sorry for last night, you did a wonderful job on my pussy and I thought you might like to fuck Lisa to make up for it. Do I not look like Lisa? Just think, you can call me Lisa and do all those things you’ve only jacked off over up until now.”

Her voice all soft now, I was falling under her spell. If I had been a mariner then I would have been steering my ship straight on to the jagged rocks. With the light behind me now I could see her properly and she did indeed look like Lisa other than the darker complexion and the dark eyes. I’d often thought that other men in these situations were idiots and I would never be stupid enough to fall for it. It had trap written all over it, but whether she was a witch that could cast a spell or was exuding massive amount of pheromones, I was mesmerised. I stood there thinking I should walk out of the room and take my chances, but instead I stood there and watched her play with herself.

I’m sure there are those among you with lofty ideas that you would never have done what I did, there may even be those amongst you that are disgusted, but you weren’t there. You weren’t staring at a smoking hot young woman, dressed for sex, massaging her breast and fingering her cunt whilst inviting you to fuck her brains out. She knew I wanted to, the 9″ cock standing proud was a huge give away.

“What do you want Claire?”

“I want you to fuck me, fuck me until I scream. If you want to cum inside me then you can, but given your obvious like for lingerie and shoes, I will either wank you off with Lisa’s shoes or her underwear.”

There didn’t seem to be a downside to it from my point of view.

“The only requirement is that you call me Lisa. I want you to live that dream of yours, I want you to tell me how much you have always wanted this and what a dirty little whore I am.”

I was up for that in no uncertain way. Nodding my acquiescence, Claire told me to strip naked and to stand at the corner of the bed. She now slid towards me and reached down to grab a bundle from the floor.

“I betting that amongst all your other little fetishes, you like stockings. Don’t you?”

With that she held up a pair of full fashion hold ups. They looked remarkably like some Kay owned. I continued to stare at her, I didn’t like the feeling she knew this much about me.

“Well if you don’t then we’ll leave them off, but if you do then you need to put them on me.”

With that she smiled and handed me the stockings and smiled. I saw no point in hiding my desires, I was about to fuck the brains of her whilst pretending she was my step daughter. Kneeling down I reached to take hold of her left shoe, she was as I suspected, wearing Lisa’s new shoes. Claire slipped her foot out of them and brought it up to my face and I got one socking ready to roll. Still smiling, Claire brought her big toe up to my lips.

“Just give it a suck please. Lisa loves her toes being sucked whilst she is being fucked, she told me. That’s it, run your tongue around it and suck it in.”

Was she telling me the truth, did Lisa love her toes to be suck whilst she was fucked? The thought was just shoved more endorphins into the blood stream and took my horny levels to DefCon 5.

I ran my tongue over her foot once more and sucked each toe in turn before finally pushing the stocking over them and down her foot. Claire now lifted her leg up so I could slide them along her wonderfully long leg. She held it there as I stood so I could work my way down from her foot again making sure the seam was straight. As I got to her thigh this time she spread her legs a bit and using two fingers of her right hand, held her labia apart. Pausing for a moment I then offered up Lisa’s shoe once more and Claire pushed her foot into it. She now brought it over and rested it in my crotch and began an oval pattern rubbing of my rigid cock.

I could have stood there and just let her do that, but Claire wasn’t going to let me. She removed the shoe from my crotch and brought her other foot up for the same treatment and it wasn’t until I was sucking and licking that the oval motion of her leather clad foot continued. I was getting overly excited and could feel my pre-cum forming, but I didn’t want to cum now so pulling my hips back a bit I clad her leg in the remaining stocking as before and refitted the missing shoe.

Claire now grinned and slid back up the bed with her legs open wide.

“Now remember Adie, I am Lisa and Lisa wants you to lick her cunt, she wants to be so wet before you stab her with your cock, but you have to tell her how much you want this as well. – Go on.”

“Yes Cla… sorry, Lisa” – her frown said it all.

“Lisa I want to taste you and fuck you.”

Claire put up her hand to block my path to her pussy, signalling that she wanted more words.

“Lisa, you gorgeous whore, I want to lick you and suck you until your juice flow all over my face and then I want to fuck you so hard, I want you to scream before I fill you with my seed.”

With her hand now removed from my path I once again got up close and personal with Claire’s – sorry – Lisa’s pussy. She lay back, wrapped her legs about my head and I felt her dig those 5″ heels in. She also clasped her hands about the back of my head and pulled me onto her hard.

I didn’t need the encouragement, Claire had a sweet taste and I went to work with my tongue. I remembered how she like her anus played with so I began to massage her buttocks such that one thumb rested on her anus and the other at the bottom of her labia.

“Mmmmm that’s good Adie, I need you to lick that. Tell me how much you want to Adie.”

My head was pulled from her groin.

“I want to lick your arse hole Lisa.”

“I want that too Adie, I’ve cleaned it ready for you so make sure you push your tongue in there.”

Now at any other time I would have not even contemplated that, it’s not something I get off on, but I wasn’t thinking with my brain so I followed the guiding hands on my head and Claire levered her backside up with her legs that were over my shoulder, this meant I could get right down between her cheeks. Holding them open with both hands I ran my tongue down the valley between them over her anus. I repeated the move as Claire spurred me on again with the heels of her shoes and ended the run this time with the tip of my tongue on her sphincter. I ran the tip over the clenched muscle and felt it move beneath it, Claire was trying to relax it, but each time I ran my tongue over it she would clench again. Finally I stop my motion and when she relaxed it this time I shot it forward like a dart and penetrated.

Claire sucked in her breath and as I push and wiggled my tongue she moaned. I felt one of her hands leave my head, I looked up and she was rubbing her clitoris like mad. She now started moving her hips as well which meant I had to move my head in time with them as her other hand pressed me tight where it was.

“Oooooo, yeah, oooo Adie, push it in a deep ahhhhhhhssss you can. Oooooo yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah”

Her motions became faster and I obliged as best I could with my tongue, pushing it in and out, turning it when it was in, like a mad French kiss. I took the advantage of free hands to not only support me as Claire was using me as a fulcrum with her legs, but to pump my aching cock. Claire finally climaxed and every muscle clenched, my hair was gripped tight and her heels dug in as my head felt like it was in a vice. Then she relaxed back onto the bed, pulling me up by my hair before I could taste of her juices.

As I came up she sat up and kissed me passionately, hands on both sides of my face. When she finished she whispered in my ear,

“First tell me how you want to fuck Lisa and then make me scream.”

I didn’t need any further bidding.

“Lisa, I want to fill you pussy with my cock, I want push it in so deep that you’ll feel my balls slapping your arse, I want to fuck you until you scream. I want to fill you with my cum and see it dribble from your pussy.”

Claire seemed well pleased with this and half way through it she was guiding my cock into her. Kneeling behind her with my legs splayed I lifted her legs on to my shoulder. I grabbed hips and with one thrust I buried my cock in her to the hilt. I got the reaction I desired, Claire tried to suck in at the same time as crying out and her hands went down beside her and gripped the bed clothes.

I was in to a heavy rhythm straight away, thrusting from my thighs in long strokes, almost pulling out before hammering my cock home. My hands were free to roam over Lisa’s PVC dress that coated Claire. With the wig still in place I really was visualising Lisa and I grabbed at Claire’s breast through the dress, doing my best to tweak her nipples through the unforgiving material. The dress had a lace up collar that helped to hold together the balcony section over her breasts. I ripped and fumbled at the laces that held it together and pulled it apart, this let me free Claire’s breasts and resumes my rough treatment of them. This seemed to goad her on and she brought her legs together, tight on my neck.

“Suck – uhh! – my – uhh! – toes – uhh! -Adie, – uhh!, uhh! – I – uhh! – love –uhh! – my – uhh! – toes – uhh! –to – uhh! – be – uhh! – sucked –uhh! – remember? – uhh!”

I was in heaven and I wanted to bring Lisa off in a big way. I ceased the mauling of her breasts and pulled both shoes from Claire’s feet and guided them to my mouth as I continued to pump her hard. Before I sucked her toes I brought both feet up to my face together, buried my face in her soles and breather deeply of her stocking clad feet. There was a slight odour of shoe leather and feet, but that was slight compared to that of the fabric softener Kay used. There was something kinky and exciting about that fact that I was fucking Claire / Lisa whilst wearing my wife’s stockings. The stockings were shear full fashioned so the material was delicate, but with reinforced toe and heel sections which the seam ran between before traveling all the way to the top. The feel of the material on my face along with the odour was intoxicating, but I had toes to suck. Moving one foot to the side I guided the other into place and although the angles weren’t quite right to get Claire’s foot lined up a curled nylon clad toe entered my mouth. The sheer covering denied my tongue access to the area between her toes, but I ran it along the underside and sucked it in as deep as I could.

Claire was working up to her orgasm and was goading me on to fuck her harder and as one hand seemed to be screwed up under the covers the other was now rubbing her clit like mad. I was close too, but I wanted to hold off cumming for the promised shoe fuck, there was only one option open to me if I wanted to last and that was to change rhythm. This did not go down too well with Claire,

“Why did you do that? I was just about to have a fantastic orgasm.”

“Sorry, I was trying not to cum too soon.”

“Well I can solve that!”

Pushing me back, Claire got off the bed and headed for the bedroom door. I thought she was going to storm off out, but instead she closed it and grabbed the belt from Kay’s satin kimono housecoat. Getting back on the bed she pushed me onto my back and after tying a slipknot in the belt she pushed it over my cock and took it down to the base and tighten it so my balls and cock were tied off. The feel of the cool satin down there was exciting and the slight waning my cock had done when I thought she was storming off was soon corrected.

Thinking I was going to go back to where we were a minute ago I made to get on top, but Claire had other ideas.

“Let’s try it with me on top for a bit Adie, I want to make sure I orgasm this time. Don’t worry, you won’t cum.”

With that she pushed me back and whilst still holding the other end of the belt she mounted me. She looked fantastic up there and she felt even better, Lisa’s dress creaked every now and then as Claire thrust her hips back and forth, grinding herself on my cock, her hands were on my chest and she was digging her nails in as she looked down on me from above, still grinning.

“Is this good Adie, being taken by your step daughter? Isn’t what you always wanted?”

“Yes Cla…. Lisa, ride my cock hard, I want to cum deep inside you, I want you to flood my cock with your juices.”

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