femdom

By Christmas, Sarah and I had been ‘dating’ for a few weeks. If you could call it that. I had been spending a lot of my time with her but I often felt more like a servant than her boyfriend. Most couples might curl up together to watch a film, I was more used to curling up at her feet. Worse, I was sure my friends realised there was something odd going on. Mark, who had the room next to mine often smirked knowingly at me. The others were always a little cold around Sarah and had started treating me differently.



The weeks had gone by in a sexual haze. I’d knelt between her legs to service her with my tongue more times than I could count. I’d feel her hands slip down the back of the panties she made me wear whenever she wanted to arouse or embarrass me. Once, I spoke sharply to her in front of my friends. It was a movie night and to get back at me she wrapped her arm around me under our blanket. I had to quickly suppress a moan when I felt her start to finger me right there. I then spent the next hour trying to remain silent, trying not to cum in my silky panties and mostly trying to ignore the feelings this girl created in me, seemingly unaware of my embarrassment. When we went back to my room, she had me lie over her lap for one of the many spankings I’d received over the weeks we’d been together. I was sure my friends heard them, I’m now certain Mark did.



In Mid-December, My housemates planned a party for Christmas and we’d decided to do a Secret Santa. Somebody suggested that one of the group should dress as Santa to give out the gifts people had been bought. I had no idea why at the time but Sarah immediately volunteered. The others laughed but suggested that I should do it instead. My heart sank as Sarah told them it would be fun and that I could be her beautiful assistant. I knew then this wasn’t going to turn out well for me.



I wasn’t wrong. On the night of the party, Sarah showed up dressed like a perfect, traditional Santa. She was a little too slim but she’d even found a false beard to give her some authenticity. My friends loved it and asked about my costume, only to be told to wait for the surprise. Sarah then dragged me to my room and stripped my clothes off, right down to the white and pink chiffon thong she’d left the night before. She hadn’t explicitly told me to wear it that day, but I’d known better than to ignore panties she’d left in my bed.



“Oh you’re such a good little boy.” She murmured, cupping my balls through her thong. “You always know what to wear to make me happy. Will you wear something special for me today? Maybe if you make me really happy, I’ll make you happy when the party is over…”



I moaned and just nodded, feeling her fingers trace further between my legs. I’d lost count of the number of times she’d hinted at sex to make me do things. I knew I shouldn’t believe her but something about the way she spoke was irresistible. Her fingers followed the material of my thong and I could feel her putting pressure between my cheeks; teasing me. Her free hand rummaged in her bag and eventually she handed me a pink box.



“Go shower and use this sweetie. No hair below your eyebrows and then you can try on your costume!”



I looked at the box and sighed, it was hair removal cream and I was terrified by what she had in store for me.



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An hour later, the party was in full swing and I had a red velour dress on; greeting people as they arrived. Not just any old dress, a tiny red dress. The fluffy white trim of which barely covered my red lace panties. I was dressed as a slutty female Santa, complete with candy striped hold-up stockings and bright red heels. My matching gloves went to my elbows but barely covered my hand, so Sarah had given me long, red, false nails. Everyone laughed when they saw me but only in good fun. They seemed to think it was hilarious and complimented how I looked. Some even seemed a little too flattering! Only my friends, who knew Sarah quite well looked more worried than amused.



I was embarrassed but the good cheer stopped it being too humiliating. The only problem was Sarah, she wasn’t paying much attention to me. She even seemed to flirt with the other guys at the party, the ones not wearing slutty dresses. She finally pushed it too far when it came time for Secret Santa. At first people jokingly sat on her knee to tell her what they want for Christmas and be given their present. I stood to one side, smiling and organising everyone. Everyone laughed each time some joker groped the Sissy Santa (as Sarah took to calling me) and I tried to hide my reactions; the growing shame and occasional stirring in my panties. Eventually, most people had been given their presents and wandered away. At that point, my friend Mark was called up. I led him over to Sarah, blushing when he pinched my lace covered bum.



“Well now, you’re a big boy!” Sarah did her best Santa impression. “Maybe you won’t fit on Santa’s knee.”



Mark laughed and suggested she’d be more comfortable on his. I wanted to protest but she just jumped up and told me to lead Mark to his seat. When I helped him settle, Sarah immediately jumped into his lap. I was left standing awkwardly to one side as she put her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. I was sure the arm he was using to steady her was lower than it needed to be. I started to turn red as the guests who were still there all saw them getting too close, all saw Mark’s hand holding her ass. Suddenly, she squealed.



“Oh your present!” She said, looking through her present bag. “Oh no, I’ve ran out! I must have been your Secret Santa, I forgot to get you one!”



Somehow, I didn’t buy it.



“Maybe we can make it up to you later.” She was much quieter now and looked at me as she said it.



“It’ll have to be something great, Santa can’t just give out late presents.” Mark took this all surprisingly in stride.



“You can have anything you want” She whispered and I hoped it was only loud enough for Mark and I to hear.



It was too much and I grabbed her arm to lead her to the bathroom. I could hear a few awkward laughs behind me and just hoped everyone would be gone before we got back. Closing the bathroom door behind us, I turned to Sarah.



“What the hell are you doing with Mark?” I tried not to shout.



“I’m just having fun sweetie, I know you were liking the way everyone treated you and I thought I’d just add to that. Am I wrong?”



She was so close to me as she said this that my cock started to rise, Sarah didn’t miss it and immediately started to rub the front of my panties. I knew this is why I rarely get to cum, I knew she used my constant arousal to control me but I did nothing to stop her. She turned me around and rubbed my cock with her palm, her fingers cupping my balls. I was now staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, my short skirt around my waist.



“Don’t you like looking this pretty?”



I nodded, I had to admit I did. My make up was slutty but perfect and the wig Sarah got me was long and beautiful. I’m slim (Sarah had been controlling my diet more and more as we dated) and my hairless body had never seemed so sexy before.



“And you liked how the boys treated you differently to normal? Even the ones who felt your pretty little bum?”



I bit my ever-so-red lip and nodded again. Sarah smirked and moved to feel my ass.



“You have to understand then sweetie. Part of that is men like Mark, real men, will see me and you together and think there are two girls for the taking. If you were big and manly, he’d see me with you and know I was off-limits. Instead he hears the spanking at night and just knows I’m not over your knee. He sees you in that dress and wonders if either of our asses are off-limits.”



I’m stunned, it all made sense but I just couldn’t accept it. Some part of me wanted to resist and tell her I was a man. Another just wanted to cry but as I felt the familiar sensation of Sarah’s fingers inside my panties, I knew all I really wanted is for her to never stop touching me.



“That’s a good boy, just accept it. Why don’t you slide your hand down your cute dress and pinch those nipples for me?”



That’s when Mark walked in. He saw me leaning over the bathroom counter, playing with my own nipples whilst Sarah fingered my ass and rubbed the front of my panties with her hand like she was playing with her girlfriend’s pussy. He just laughed and walked out.



“Do you want to cum tonight?” Sarah asked me just as I was on the verge of tears.



“Yes please Sarah, you said if I made you happy, something good might happen?” I responded, I don’t know how I was so hopeful but I tried.



“Yes, now I’m going to talk to Mark. The party is over so go sit in your room and wait for me. If you do what you’re told without complaining, you can fuck me tonight.”



She spanked my ass hard and walked out, leaving me to compose myself. I couldn’t believe what she’d just told me. I thought she would never let me fuck her after the party. All night she’d seemed more interested in other guys and I thought that the last hour had labelled me a sissy in her eyes forever. I pulled my dress back into place and ran to my room, sitting on the edge of my bed just waiting for her to arrive. I wanted to strip off, be waiting for her as a man but I didn’t want to piss her off so I decided to wait for permission. As it turned out, this was the right decision.



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Some time later, the two of them crashed into my room. I couldn’t believe my eyes as Sarah kissed Mark, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. He’d lifted her off the ground and now gripped my girlfriend’s ass in his big hands. I wanted to protest but Sarah broke off her kiss and turned to me.



“Remember sweetie, no complaints if you want to fuck me.”



They moved backwards and fell next to me on the bed. Sarah straddled Mark, kissing him passionately and I watched in horror as he ripped her Santa costume off. She was wearing a red lace bra and panty set and my heart sank as I realised they are a perfect match to my own. Mark groped her freely, her body exposed to him and I could already see the differences between myself and him. The first time I was with Sarah, I meekly allowed her to strip me whilst she ignored all my attempts to undress her. She took her dress off for me slowly and only when she wanted to give me access to please her. Mark had the roles reversed; he was fully dressed and taking what he wanted whilst she gave herself eagerly.



Her bra came off and Sarah moaned, my cock strained in my panties when I saw Mark bite and suck her perfect breasts. Slowly, Sarah slid down the bed. She motioned for me to come over and started to undo Mark’s jeans. She pulled his cock out and I was stunned. It was 8 inches; long, thick and straight. His giant, cut cock looked beautiful in her tiny hand and Sarah smiled at me and the smaller cock that was straining against my own panties.



“Get over here sweetie, there’s no need to pretend you don’t want to! You’re clearly excited and although I’m on my hands and knees on your bed in nothing but panties, I don’t think it’s me you’re staring at.”



I blushed realising the goddess I’d lusted after was in my room in a position I’d only dreamed about and I was actually salivating over my friend’s cock. I knelt beside her, shaking slightly and watched her expectantly. Sarah slowly lowered her glossy lips to Mark’s cock. I watched him place his hand on the back of her head, pushing her down as the head of his cock disappeared. Then I felt it, a large, powerful hand on my head. I leaned forward, unresisting, and kissed the side of his cock.



Sarah reached out and gripped my ass, moving to finger me even as Mark pushed my head to his balls. I licked and sucked them, reaching out to return the favour for Sarah and the room was filled with moans. Side by side, Sarah and I played with each other even as we worshipped Mark. We must have looked like total sluts, working together bent over Mark’s cock. I wondered if I should have been in his place, if I should have felt pathetic for helping Sarah but that all went away each time Sarah brought me close to the edge.



Eventually, Sarah stood up and declared she had an idea.



“If you want your Christmas present Mark, let me give you my little pet’s ass.” She smiled as Mark’s face lit up.



“And for you Sam, do this last thing for me and you will get to fuck me.” She continued quickly, cutting off my protests.



I wondered how I could accept this. She was so quickly and obviously giving Mark anything he wanted, yet I had to beg and humiliate myself just to have sex with her. Even so, the thought of finally fucking her drove me on and as I thought about it, the idea of Mark’s wonderful cock fucking me was not entirely unappealing.



I was led onto the bed and Sarah came to lie next to me, holding a bottle of lube. Mark settled at the end of the bed to watch us make out, stroking his cock. We had our hands in each other’s panties, her newly lubed fingers driving me wild and my own girlish fingers finding her soaked pussy.



“Are you excited sweetie?” Sarah smiled at me as she asked, having noticed my hips moving against her fingers.



“Yes, Sarah” Is all I could whisper in response.



“I’m getting you ready to be fucked by your friend, of course you’re excited!” she laughed and slides another finger inside me.



Mark came over and had me sit up, his cock was directly in front of me and I knew what he wanted. I looked up at him and caught his eye, sliding my lips down his shaft. Sarah shifted to sit behind me, I could still feel her fingers inside me and I was eager for something more. Knowing that ‘something more’ was in my mouth, I sucked with earnest trying to turn Mark on so he’d be desperate to fuck me. His moans filled me with a strange pride and my enthusiasm increased until Sarah spanked me hard.



“Stop that, you stupid slut! I’m sure you’re just dying for a mouth full of cum but he’s here to fuck you.”



I was shocked. Sarah humiliated me, treated me cruelly even but she never sounded so abusive. Had I really made her mad? Mark laughed and Sarah pulled me back to lie on my bed. My tiny dress was up around my waist and my panties did little to cover me from Mark’s eyes.



“Now tell him what you want.” Sarah still sounded angry.



I took a deep breath and looked at Mark. Sarah was rolling a condom over his cock, and even then I felt a pang of jealousy at her touching him. Even so, the sight of rock hard cock and the knowledge that it was me doing this to him filled me with lust.



“Please will you fuck me? I’m desperate for a real, hard cock” My voice sounded breathy and pathetic, I just hoped it turned him on.



“I can’t believe you’re such a slut! I’ll fuck you, but not like this. If you want to dress like a whore and fuck your house mate, I’m up for it. We’re doing it my way though not like some sissy girlfriend-boyfriend fantasy.”



I struggled to respond, unsure what he wanted from me. Out of nowhere, he grabbed me hard, gripping above my hips. I was pulled up into the air, my slender frame posing no obstacle to him and he flipped me over. He pulled me onto my hands and knees and I could hear Sarah moaning behind me. She must have enjoyed Mark’s treatment of me. My panties were pulled to the side and I gasped, feeling his cock pressing against my now lubed and eager hole.



Sarah climbed onto the bed in front of me, completely naked and holding a bag. She must have stripped off when Mark was manhandling me and now her fingers were buried in her cunt. She was staring intently at Mark who had started to push hard into my ass.



“Play with your cock sweetie, it’s going to feel so good once you get used to it. You just need to relax.”



Sarah sounded reassuring once again and I immediately jumped to her command. I stroked myself, letting my friend push his huge cock all the way inside me. Sarah’s eyes were glued to us when Mark grabbed my hips and started to pull out a little, truly beginning to fuck me.



“Let me help you sweetie.” Sarah said, sounding truly caring now.



She slid down underneath me and pulled my head against her chest. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and feel my hand being pushed away from my cock, only to be replaced by hers. Any initial discomfort was gone, I was truly loving being fucked by Mark. I moaned freely and rocked my hips to help him enjoy it more.



“Do you remember what you get out of this deal, baby?” Sarah asks.



I was shocked for a moment. There was more than this? More than this beautiful girl playing with my cock even when I was dressed like a slut and letting my friend fuck me? Then I remembered, I was going to fuck her. As she lay under me, all it would have taken was for her to stop stroking my cock and direct it inside her instead.



“There’s just one thing.”



I moaned, what could be wrong?



“Do you like Mark’s big cock?”



I stared into her eyes and nodded, how could she not tell?



“Don’t you think I should get a cock like that?”



I didn’t know how to respond. I could see she’s planning something but I didn’t know what. She reaches into the bag and pulls out a large, pink strapon dildo, more like Mark’s cock than my own.



“I got this because I was going to fuck you tonight. Of course, Mark has claimed you for the night but that’s okay because I did have a second use in mind for this.”



She turned the dildo so the harness was facing me and I could see that it was hollow. My heart sank when I realised where this was going. Mark, however, was clearly enjoying my embarrassment; his pace increased when he saw what Sarah was holding.



“I don’t want to wear that Sarah, please!” I sounded pathetic.



“Oh but you do, sweetie! You don’t want to look silly in front of Mark. He’s doing a great job of fucking you isn’t he?”



“Yes, Sarah.” I could barely get the words out, Mark was fucking me hard and I was barely able to concentrate.



“So you don’t want to be writhing and moaning underneath him whilst I’m lying there looking disappointed with you!”



“No, Sarah but you won’t be!”



“Oh sweetie, of course I will! You’ll cum so quickly if I just let you fuck me and you’ll never satisfy me like that. If you wear this though you might last just as long as Mark and you’ll be able to please me with your big cock.”



I wanted to protest more but Sarah gestured at Mark and he grabbed my arms pulling me upright. I knelt with my cock pointing straight out and Sarah came forward to slide the hollow dildo over me. I struggled a little, I wanted to get up and leave but I couldn’t move away with Mark holding my arms and, if I’m entirely honest, I didn’t want to do anything to make his cock leave me. Mark stopped fucking me to take the straps from Sarah, leaving me waiting with him still inside me as he secured the dildo around me. My cheeks were burning and I couldn’t believe what was happening. With my arms free, I knew I could move away if I wanted to. Instead, with my panties around my thighs and this beautiful woman in front of me, laughing at my emasculation, I knew I should accept my role. My cock strained inside it’s pink casing and I hung my head, unable to meet Sarah’s eyes when I put my hands back on the bed and slowly started to lift my ass up and down on this real man’s cock.



“Mmm that’s right baby! Show Mark you know your place. You should be grateful I’m letting you near my perfect pussy, even with a dildo around that clitty of yours.”



I watched Sarah mocking me, furiously rubbing her clit and I moved faster on Mark’s cock. I wanted to please her, I wanted to feel more of him. Once the strapon was secure, Sarah slid back under me and started to kiss me. I could feel her grip the dildo with my cock inside it and pull it towards her.



“Fuck me, darling.” She whispered in my ear.

The message I left went as follows:



‘Mikaela, this is Tom. I don’t know what you’re telling your friends but I’ve had a lot of people- I’ll call them short haired girls -grinning at me and making crude remarks on campus and in town, and I’d like you to knock it off. Thanks. Sorry if I bothered you. I hope everything is cool. Bye.’



I was sitting in a coffee shop working on my laptop when a bag dropped on the ground beside me and Mikaela plopped into the chair across the table. It had been several weeks since I’d last seen her, and over two months since our night at the theater. She’d taken me with her strap-on three times after that first encounter (at her apartment during lunch, in her car, in a train station bathroom) but something was essentially wrong with the situation and we had drifted apart. Seeing her sitting in front of me in a sweat-stained track top instantly got me hot again, though. Her head sat with imperious intelligence atop her neck, the black framed glasses on, and her hair was still too short to be messy. She leveled a calm gaze at me.



“I got your message, Tom. Are you ready to talk?”



“What’s there to discuss? I just don’t want you telling your friends about me.”



“Then you should have kept your fantasies to yourself.”



I bristled at that.



“What do you mean? You read my paper. I never wanted to talk to you.”



“You let me do you. A few times, actually. You love it madly.”



I frowned at the table, wishing she’d lower her voice.



“I have the right to brag about you. You should take it as a compliment,” she continued.



“I just don’t want everybody in the world knowing my personal business.”



She beamed one of her grins at me. “Is that all? You’re embarrassed? You certainly weren’t embarrassed when I had your ankles in my hands and was driving my cock down in you.” I could still remember the look of angry determination on her face from that night when she was laying into me. “In fact, you went on a laughing jag. It was magnificent. I don’t remember ever feeling like such a man. Tom, listen,” she said, leaning close to me. “None of the women I talk to are the type who would try to humiliate you over this. They only talk to you because they like you, and they like what you do for me. Emotionally, I mean.”



“They like me?”



She nodded.



“How much?”



“They’re not above propositioning you. You could get a lot, and I mean a lot. But if you think this is moving too quickly, I can discourage them.”



“If what is moving too quickly? I haven’t even seen you in weeks!”



“And we both know why that is.”



“No we don’t.”



“Sure we do. And don’t tell me it’s because you don’t like it.”



“Okay, we’ve established I love it.”



“‘Love it’? Well, I knew I was good. Then what’s the reason, Tom? Is it because I’m too strong for you? Do I do it too hard?”



I blushed a stinging red and looked down again. “That’s not it.”



“It is, and don’t you dare lie to me about it either. I’ve got my gear with me,” she said, kicking her bag. “I’ll put it on right here and do you over the table, in front of everybody. Tom, look. You should talk to my friend. She can help make it so you don’t have any trouble doing what you want to do.”



“Is she a shrink?”



“No, she teaches Eastern traditions downtown. Promise me you’ll go talk to her. She’ll fix this for you. She can make it so it doesn’t hurt anymore. Really, I know people she’s helped. Let me give you her card,” she said. She picked up her bag, and dug the number out of it.



“Okay,” I said, accepting it.



“You done here, or what?”



“Why?”



“You’ve had a few weeks to recover from your last tangle with me, and we’re not doing it regularly. I think you can afford to give me a roll in the hay.”



I stared at her, fascinated by her audacity. We got up to leave. When we arrived at her apartment, she was still faintly aglow and sweaty from the gym session she’d had before meeting me. The long blinds were pulled in her bedroom, and the clean air was scented with jasmine. Mikaela dropped her bag on the floor and moved to encircle my lower back with her arms, joining me in a kiss. My hands ran up her trunk, one to her rough hair, and the other to her shoulder. Like a dancer, she dipped me, and gently deposited me on the bed. Then she tore off my pants as if waving a battle flag.



She fucked me in the missionary position, with my hands gripping her powerful upper arms. Though in appearance still a tall, lean, young man, she had gained somewhat in strength and size since last we’d met. Her glistening, corded thighs set the hard curves of her pelvis crashing into me between my bent knees. That dark, serious face was turned down to her chest, which was bound in a gray sports bra. Businesslike deliberation sent ripples of tautness through the jigsaw muscles of her back and her chiseled abdomen, utterly mesmerizing me. Gradually, her rate of thrust increased to trigger the single orgasm she had planned.



“Mikaela!”



She stabbed harder and faster, bounding upward freely into a maddening ecstasy.



“Do you feel me, Tom?” she asked through gritted teeth. “Do you feel my will inside you?”



“Yes!” I cried, and my legs straightened reflexively to post my feet in the air above her exceptionally performing body. My hands tightened and we came together in clenching fits of wet heat that drowned out everything around us. Then we paused for endless minutes to suck down the cool air, like two fish out of the water. When she finally dislodged herself from me she sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, and regained her wits. She rose and peeled off her bra as she walked, dropping it on the way to the shower, but she left her dripping dick on as if it really were a part of her, or perhaps as some kind of a trophy. As I heard the water run I suffered the after-effects of one her rough invasions, and looked in the low light for the card with the phone number she’d given me.



One month later, I was practicing special breathing, nude in the lotus position, in a wide, bare space on the third floor of her friend’s studio. I had enjoyed six trying lessons with the sex magic master, Ray (short for Rachel) Erhart. Our goal, the instructor had said, was to equip me with “a mental discipline that would create endurance for physical pain, while increasing concentration to the level where pleasure impulses could be totally isolated from the influx of sensory data, and perceived thoroughly.” To this end, Ray had spent many grueling hours strap-on banging my ass.



As Ray entered the room I was struck as usual by the sight of her, because of the incredible vitality she exuded. Simply sharing a small space was enough to make one feel an electric tingle. It was extremely exciting, and I often had to make an effort to stifle erections in her presence. If she ever noticed this awkward problem (and she seemed to know everything) then mentioning it was never worthwhile to her. Even from where I sat there was a sultriness in her voluminous limbs and torso that I was afraid to understand, as if learning the secret of this unconventional attraction would bind me to her forever. She strode over smiling in attire that was typical for her: a black cotton halter top below a large, blue t-shirt with the neck cut out; loosely-fitting, faded red shorts; a variety of exotic necklaces, bracelets, and earrings featuring the likenesses of Buddhas on their medals. Her hair, like Mikaela’s, was spiky, but Ray’s was two inches long, and jet black. She wore sneakers without socks. Strapped over her shorts was a luminous orange dildo, the obvious artificiality of which, she had explained, would place me in a specific psychological state that was crucial to my training. She towered over me, licking her lips as her heavy, oiled, white thighs kindled lust before my eyes. A low vibration manifested in my ears, nipples, and other sensitive areas. I swallowed and leaned forward subtly to hide my groin.



“Honor your teacher,” she commanded.



At once I got on my knees before her and formed my mouth into an O, which I dutifully placed over the head of her cock.



“Assume Position Four. You’ve been doing your exercises?”



“Yes, master.” I turned my back to her, still on my knees, and waited for her to descend behind me. My hands gripped my thighs, and I straightened my arms to a deathly stiffness.



“Have you seen the Golden Flower?”



“No, master.”



“Perhaps today, then.” At once on her knees, she took a large breath, and pulled me back, down, by my elbows onto her waiting phallus. When the tip had breached my sphincter, she held me still and lifted her own ass off her ankles to fill me up. My face screwed into a wince and tears sparkled in the corners of my eyes, but there was no pain. When she had bottomed out, and we were fully linked, she slowly descended again, bringing me with her, and sat on her calves breathing calmly, with me on her lap. I felt her feet beside mine on the floor, and her pliant belly and copious breasts warmed my back through the soft fabric of her shirts. The orange dick stood alert, inside me. She patted and caressed my arms to soothe me, but I kept them straight. Her influence saturated me in slow, invisible waves. I took a deep breath. “Good,” she said.



To fuck me, all she had to do was raise and lower her ass from her ankles. Her thumbs and forefingers were fastened to me above each elbow, and she easily created a counter-force to the swells of her hips by drawing me back that way. This was why it was necessary that I keep hold of my legs. Every movement in this range of motion was easy for her; her hands had the lifeless, unbreakable grasp of brass rings; her arms had the durability of iron chains; her thick thighs operated with unrelenting indifference beneath me as if steel hydraulics. My jaw trembled on most downward trips like the tiny bell hammer on an ornate clock. My breathing was quick and cold.



“Easy, boy. I’m going to raise your energy.”



I could see by just looking down that my energy had been raised the second she slid into me. She obviously meant something else, because she settled into a trot that lightly bounced me, while maintaining control of my posture as effortlessly as if I’d been weightless. Her grips slackened considerably but all her fingers rested along the widths of my arms. In a moment I knew what she’d been talking about. Shaking me that way, jiggling me, she set something off inside me.



“Oh, wow.”



“Let it happen,” she urged, patiently.



In my mind’s eye I could see my body filling up with golden light. That became warmth, and sent intense white beams bursting out of me until my skin was like a shimmering, starry armor. My respiration became automatically steady and deep, the air taken in sweet and perfectly satisfying. Instantly I felt as though a heavy knitted blanket had been pulled from my head, with my thoughts bright and crystal.



“Ah! Ray!”



“Imprint the feel of the dick in your memory. I’m taking you to an altered state of consciousness.” She reached under my arms to grab my shoulders from the front, and was now really slamming into my backside, but she could have been a million miles away for all I knew.



“Ah!” I started laughing. “It’s so simple!” Up and down, up and down, she served and returned me forcefully with blinding speed, until in my vision a golden flower opened that filled the universe, and became everything. I heard the high whine of its radiance. “I see it.”



“I know,” she said, and laughed with me. She stopped fucking.



Basking in the vast, invisible light of the spirit blossom, we became wholly composed and reverent. Like a machine that was powering down, Ray slowly lowered herself back a final time, and I remained kneeling. We came apart with a little pop. The wincing and tears had disappeared from my face, replaced by a calm, friendly knowing. A smile slowly broke on my lips.



“Congratulations,” Ray said. “You’ve reached the final level.” I turned to look back her, and thought I saw sparks leaping from her shocks of ebony hair. A wave of heat escaping from her crotch distorted the image of her briefly. Scarlet had broken out on her cheeks and chin, and poured down into her great cleavage.



“How can I thank you?” I asked, illuminated with pleasure.



“Think of something,” she replied, and smiled.



I laughed one more time, turned my back to her again, and fell forward onto my hands. She took hold of my hips and pressed her wand into me for another go.

After my defeat by Karen, I wanted to disappear, and I didn’t care where I wound up. While reading the paper I found a classified ad for an assistant mechanic on a fishing boat docked in the harbor. They sounded desperate, and no experience was necessary, so I informed my advisor I was taking a semester off, and walked to the bay. When I got to the gangplank I told a sailor why I’d come and he ushered me on board to the bridge, where I met the first mate. He gave me the wage and how long I would probably be doing it, and led me to the engine room. The job wasn’t centered on fixing anything, but required me to stand at a display console and watch a bunch of gauges, all of which were in German. If anything went haywire I was to sound a whistle, and the real technician somewhere in the ship’s bowels would stop tinkering. After things went back to normal, I blew the horn twice more, and he resumed his service. This involved standing in a loud, steamy dungeon completely alone every day as the slave of an enormous machine. It was ideal.



As days passed I grew used to the situation. The mechanic never showed himself, but without fail the works would slumber whenever I gave the alarm, and they would start up when I gave the all-clear. The outside world didn’t seem to exist in that cramped sauna, and I lost a little excess weight to the heat. I was hidden for a while at least, and when the engagement ended I knew I could find another one like it. No one could get to me.



Three weeks into this routine, the engines stopped completely. The longest pause in their running until then had lasted six or seven minutes, but this episode had gone on an hour when I decided to do something. I didn’t want to go on deck in case everything began with nobody at my post to give warnings, but I couldn’t stand there any longer while nothing happened, so I crawled into the depths of the beast to find the mysterious repairman.



It was when rounding a corner that I had my first glimpse of her, while she was hunched at a wrench that had been fixed to a giant bracket bolt. She was twisting it in a form-fitting black tank top tucked into gray boxer briefs, and nothing else except some oily war paint. Her hair was done up in a dirty bandanna, but a few tendrils of filthy, tangled brown sprang from it. I stood in a trance, captivated by her physique. The level shoulders beneath the straps were immense, and the restrictive fabric subsumed her breasts in the curves of her pectorals. Both of her arms and her trunk were wide, solid, and springy, though her pale, freckly skin lacked any muscular definition. Large, strong thighs flexed over thick, taut ankles, and her bare feet gripped the ground like puma paws. Not so much straining as firmly coaxing the stuck bar in repeated pulls, her focus was too narrow to include me while I watched her back tighten and loosen in the cycle of her movements. Suddenly she stepped out of profile to address the problem from a different perspective, and I caught sight of a bulge in her shorts that was the shape of a strapped-on dildo, which projected to a point near her left hip two inches above the waistband. My jaw dropped, and when I looked up at her she was mirroring my stare. Unfurling her fingers and replacing them on the handle but still looking at me, she drew up on the stubborn device, letting her big, capable chest puff out in my direction. This jolted me to my senses, and I retreated to my panel of dials.



Crouching there for several minutes I almost hyperventilated, not sure if that dick bound in cotton was an hallucination, a message from the sorority house, or just random chance. With my mind whirling, I tried to find the right course of action. At once I heard a terrible clang from the direction of her station, and then some dull whirring. Around me the dingy room came to life, as the engine started functioning. I reflexively checked the meters, and found nothing in the red. All the levels were still elevated, but they appeared to be declining very slowly. She had mended it.



“Ha ha! Alright,” I cheered, even though I knew my stay aboard that vessel had most likely come to an end. “Yes!” Then I turned, and found her standing patiently at the door. “Well done,”



I said quietly.



In her right hand she carried the hefty wrench I’d seen her wield, and in her left an old coffee can that contained stiff globs of grimy red gel. Slung at her shoulder was a long, rotten shirt sleeve. Protruding from the unbuttoned hole of her underwear was a translucent rubber cock of disturbing length. Her eyebrows went up, expectantly.



“Look, I can’t,” I stammered. Without hesitating she cast the wrench at the wall, and flung the rag beside it. Then she tossed the cylinder to my feet. A chunk of the lubricant rolled from it to the floor by me. She put her hands on her hips. “Please,” I whined, but it was no use. The dick nodded lightly at me. I inhaled deeply, and got on my knees.



I scooped up a generous wad of the substance and applied it carefully to the top of her dildo, scraping my hand clean as I ran it down the side of the shaft. Then I formed a circle with my fore and middle fingers and thumb, and slowly smoothed the lube over her in a rotating jack motion. Fro and to, base and head, I glorified her manhood as it bobbed an inch from my mouth, with my eyes on hers and she observing me. Adding two more dabs got it coated, and when I couldn’t see an exposed spot on the jelly surface, I sat on my feet and folded my hands in my lap obediently. My gaze again found hers.



As she walked past me she grabbed my shirt at the collar and dragged me with her. I stumbled into a lope and trailed her to the desk, where she took my left arm in her left hand and spun me with enough zip that I doubled over it, so my back was to her. My arms scrambled for purchase among the papers and tools. She leaned her legs on mine to keep me in check. Her arms slunk around me and undid my belt.



“Oh,” I moaned as the slithering dick smeared the seat of my pants.



When she had unzipped me she stepped away and bent low, keeping her knees locked, to drag the garment to the floor. Then she straightened and reached out for my hips to pull me to her with a magnitude of strength I had never experienced. I nearly bumped my skull on the blotter before planting my hands on it, and even then I was unsteady. Her foot pinned the bunched clothing that was binding my feet, and she lifted me deftly at the waist, leaving me in a t-shirt, socks, and sneakers. She kicked the mess away and returned me to the ground. That time I blanched at her ability, and a laugh escaped me.



“Wow.” By then I was alert and had recovered my balance and dexterity.



Her hand guided the phallus to my hole. She seized on me at the thighs and merged us easily with one forward glide. My head shot up involuntarily.



“Breathe,” she said, in a surprisingly feminine voice, and I complied. Rather than hump me, she let us sway together for minutes, to dissolve the differences of our identities. This was extremely relaxing, and I let my thoughts drift while she stirred us. I realized as I calmed how tense and wary I had been since Karen used me.



Despite her soothing and attentive intro, the woman’s style of penetration wasn’t tender or loving. Once she felt I was comfortable, her interest landed solely on my hips, which she maneuvered on and off her cock with no more effort than she’d make in handling a basketball. As though weighted, my upper half, head and limbs flailed pathetically in each shock wave generated by the concealment with my ass of her rod. Like a heartbeat the action consisted of a pair of contractions, one pulling me all the way to her before replacing me at the end of the dick, and the other an aftershock caused by her grip halting my slide off the skewer. One-two, one-two, the swinging persisted that way for ten minutes.



She gave me three vigorous prods and made a quick about-face with me as if it were I that was strapped to her, and I squealed at her athleticism. Her left palm fell on my back and jackknifed me so that my knuckles smacked the ground. The proud straightness of her spine reasserted itself and I was rattled by the collisions of my manipulated rear and her sharply darting pelvis, with the hunting cock galloping inside me and her face fixed intently atop her corded neck muscles. Those thrusts came also in twos. When she was satisfied with that, she put her left knee on the ground and met it with the right one, collapsing and depressing me in the process absentmindedly, as though she had forgotten I was there. While I feebly attempted to align my calves, she planted the balls of her left foot on the floor beside me, and her right one in the opposite position. Stained and cold, the hard ground didn’t faze her, but the warm snugness of her crotch clamped to my ass by her energetic thighs made my heart race and my toes curl. Next, she draped her heavy arms over my ribs so that her fingers could creep down onto my shoulders to hold me securely. Then, she took me for an hour.



Popping up from her wrestler’s pose, she set the dick flopping freely, and I fell on my right forearm. Surveying my crumpled form, she smirked.



“No loafing on the company dime.” She stooped and hoisted me to my feet by my elbow. “Come on,” she urged. When she stood me up to face her I squinted through fatigue, and the terror of realization chilled me.



“You’re kidding,” I sobbed.



“Yes, I am.”



I was picked up by the armpits and my rear end was placed on the desk.



“No more.”



“There, there.” The cock stoked my anus, and entered. I groaned. She lifted me to her, impaling me. “Wrap your legs around me. Tighter.” My ankles crossed on her ass.



“Who are you?” I asked sourly. At that, she smiled. Her hands clasped my waist and brought me briskly onto the stationary dildo with mechanical regularity, making me gasp. One of my shoes was knocked loose by the shaking, but she never vacillated, slacked her erect posture, or narrowed her broad stance. Five more minutes of being used to hide her cock was enough to send thin tears lining my cheeks. All of my endurance had gone. The fucking stopped, and she wiped the salty water away with her thumb. The woman looked at me silently, and I hugged her neck. Finally, she continued bouncing me.



“It’s so good,” I whispered.



Half an hour later, I was on the desk, examining the ceiling. She stood, stroking her glorious cock out of me for one second and into me for two, rocking me on my ass and shoulders, with her mighty forearms clutching my thighs to her belly. Her insistent lurching compelled me to tilt my face away from her, as if she were nudging me to look at something. I saw the wall of dials with labels I couldn’t read but could understand by their color-coding, all needles sinking to the green zones with jerky reluctance. Among them one was most active, dipping to OK for intervals twice as long as those for which it rose to CAUTION, but none of them said DANGER anymore. In sync with the positive forecast, the dark, bulky member tunneled in, and with the wavering to yellow its slippery girth left me. My breath ran out when I made the connection between events. A slow, graceful dive into safety and a pause were followed by a fluttering removal to neutrality. Gradually the pressure dropped, and the pointer settled gently at zero. The shirt she wore stretched audibly as she swelled, and I heard her grunt softly through her pursed lips. My ass was filled. Raising my head I saw her jaw jut out as she pressed at the already buried phallus. When she caught me looking, her determination gave way to a self-conscious grin.



“That should do it,” she judged. The great breadth of her frame obsessed my vision. “How do you feel?”



“Better.”



“Up for a more strenuous activity?”



“I’ll do whatever you say.”



Standing half bowed with my wrists held fast behind me, I received a succession of pumps that were as spirited as her manhandling of me during the first insertions, but I was numbed to pain and exhaustion at that point. She remained stable as an oak, cushioning my backward reverberations, and reining me without visible exertion of her upper arms or chest. Our proximity didn’t hinder utilization of the entire the dildo, though its size necessitated that I fall a full foot away from her before she tugged me back onto the shaft. Each landing was perfectly precise, and I felt no more strain on one part of my rim than I did on any other. That ended when she moved her hands to my hips and gave about fifty long lunges, those booming in at roughly one per second. I cried “Oh,” in ecstasy with every thud.



To finish, she once more picked me up with the two of us joined, and lowered my front onto the desk. She stood up on her toes and let her belly cover me, resting her hands flat on the table at my midsection, so that she was mounted like a wild animal. There were jabs from the dick, but they immediately tapered into a constricted rutting which tenaciously gathered steam. That time she spared her cool, and showed off what her body could do. Her awareness traveled to her lower half, leaving her arms to automatically suspend that fleshy torso in a strongman’s top, and concentrated like a star of creative force in her nether region. Literally thinking with the other head, her total range of options became “push in and pull out,” and all of her vast physical powers were slaved to those goals.



Pummeled barbarically, I went into convulsions. My ejaculation was lost in cascading spasms, and if it weren’t for stains on the engineer’s documents I might never have known that I came. When I found my wits I put both hands on the wall to brace my pelvis from cracking against the wooden structure under me. Her rigorous upward strokes culminated in three, drawn out, closing thrusts accompanied by primal screams. Instantly she withdrew from me and steadied herself with a hand on the far wall, as she regained her composure. Then she collected her wrench and can of lubricant, and left me.



As I fastened my belt she walked into the room, this time without the dildo sprouting from her sporty undies but wearing a tattered pair of gray cargo shorts.



“Here,” she said, and put a cord around my neck. Attached to it was a small navigational compass. “In case you get lost again.”



She saw me to the ladder well, and closed the engine room’s door behind me. I ascended eight steps to the light.

The ship’s mechanic had restored a lot of my confidence, but I still needed closure with what had happened at the sorority. How to get that I wasn’t sure. Karen had said she owned me, and whether or not that was true, I didn’t want to go through life believing it, no matter what I did on the weekends.



Watching a dance class diverted me because I have always loved the sight of women in tights, and the motion gave my mind something to work on without having to spin thoughts. My head filled with pirouettes, which warmed the heart and the loins. At the end of class one student walked to me while the others left. She carried a pair of sneakers and a bottle of water and wore a big bag on her shoulder. Her skin was like ivory and her hair was black like crow feathers. Over her blue leotard she had on a wide-necked sweater of the same color. The limbs that transported her were full, strong, and youthful.



“Are you Tom?”



“Yes.”



“I’m Jasmine, Michelle’s friend. Hi.”



“Hey.”



“Can you talk for a minute?”



“Sure.”



She chewed her lip and cocked her head, with one eye squinting.



“Michelle said you take dick from women?”



“I have.”



“She said you like it, and that you’re really good. Well, that gets me hot, you see, and I’m by nature not too social, so I had to seize this opportunity. I’ve never tried it.”



“Do you have a roommate?”



“No,” she said.



“Let’s go to your place.”



“Okay,” she replied, beaming.



On the way there she annoyed me with warnings about her inexperience and how I’d need to show her what to do. Her apartment was small but expensively decorated with artifacts from various eras of her life, most to do with ballet.



“Should I, you know, put it on?”



“Yeah, Jasmine.” She removed her shoes one at a time and bolted for the nightstand drawer. The dildo was a light purple, and complemented her painted-on look invitingly.



“So, what now?”



“Got any fantasies? What turns you on about it?”



“I want you, a guy I mean, to suck me,” she said, gazing at the floor with slight panic. “I don’t know, I’ve always thought it belonged on me. Sorry, I’m not sure what else to say.”



“Don’t apologize. You’re right, it fits you beautifully. Why don’t you sit.” She took a seat in her desk chair, and posed a blue leg on its wheeled foot, to give a pleasing visual background to her lavender length. Her hand rested on the raised thigh.



“How’s this?” she asked challengingly. I walked to her, and knelt.



“That’s enough talking,” I said quietly. Then I kissed the smooth, featureless head of her cock. I blew on it, nuzzled, licked slowly, and deep-throated. She arched her spine with arousal and stuttered her breathing. As my nodding accelerated her hand pet my hair. I surfaced to speak. “Did you like that?”



“Oh, God!” she moaned, and bucked. I was thrown off not by force but surprise. She continued spasming for several long seconds, and calmed.



“Did you come?”



“Twice,” she whispered, shrinking with embarrassment. I laughed. “What?” she demanded.



“That’s amazing.”



“It was.”



“Go again?” I asked. Her eyes lit up.



“Yes, but not that way. Come here.” In a moment she had me on all fours on her bed, with the cock once again in my mouth. She spread her stockinged feet on the carpet to attain the correct height, and tugged at my torso to bring me to the increasingly bold thrusts. Again, she went off like a rocket.



“Now try it here,” she chimed. The legs resumed their sumo posture with her hands flat against a wall, and my shins on the ground before her. “Fuck!” she shouted, and her convulsing nearly choked me. “Are you alright? I’ll lay down and you blow me. Is anything wrong?”



“It’s nothing. You’re just going really fast.”



“I have a lot of ideas.”



“So I see. Want to penetrate me anally? Maybe you can spend some of that excess energy.” It was as though a light bulb had gone on above her wild black mane. “Where should I bend over?” I asked.



She had me disrobe and recline on her comforter while she got changed in the bathroom. After emerging in only a blue baby doll nightie and a gray and white dildo that was striped like a barber shop pole, she stood blushing for a moment by the bed.



“You are truly lovely.”



At that she curtsied timidly and got under the covers. I joined her.



“You know I’ve never given this to anybody,” she whispered.



“I’ll be gentle.”



“I might have to stop, if it’s too much to take. You’ll let me, won’t you?”



“Don’t worry about a thing. We’re the only two people on earth.”



“I knew you were the one.”She swallowed nervously and twisted around to the end table for the lube. I watched her leer at me while she applied the gel under the sheet as though jerking off. Then she straddled my prone form beneath the blanket, and sank it in.



Rather than plow manically as I expected, she held my shoulders gingerly and routinely adjusted the positions of her knees and pelvis.



“Let me know if this hurts, angel,” she said, suddenly the man again, but not asserting the penis. Three dreamy hours passed while she drew circles with her fingertip on my neck and kissed my arms lovingly. The event was dedicated to pleasure of a more luxuriant and idyllic kind than what I’d had recently, her sweetness and uncertainty making her reluctant to spear me.



Prior to my departure, which she required to document our romp in her diary, she got on her knees and gave me head, a welcome finale to so much subdued stimulation. Neither of us doubted it when I said I would call her.



Weeks later, we were a happy couple, and her education had progressed spectacularly. I hadn’t attended any classes but the tuition her father sent, which Jasmine generously shared, made finding a job unnecessary.



“You’ve given my daughter a great deal of happiness, young man,” he told me on the phone. His princess was lasciviously unfurling a condom onto her plastic shaft, her lips parted. Jade eyes darted to mine, impatiently.



“And she me, sir.” Ten seconds later she was easing my back to the bed. We bounced as she struggled to liberate the jeans from my flailing boots.



When we played house she sat opposite me wearing only her harness, and striped socks pulled all the way up. I wore nothing, according to her orders.



“How was your day, dear?”



“Hard. The boss is really riding me.”



“Excuse me!” she yelled with mock outrage. “The person with the longer dick is the first to have coffee!”



“Oh, I’m sorry,” I whined.



She shot up so that her knob thwacked the table.



“I suppose I have to teach you everything! Maybe I should show you the right way to fuck! Bend over,” she commanded, pointing at my dish, and I obeyed. She marched to my ass and invaded it. With her fists at her sides she let the rod punctuate every word of her scolding.



“YOU MIND YOUR MANNERS NOW MISTER THANK YOU.”



Another of our games was spies. Somehow, I was the only one to get captured.



“We have ways of making you talk,” she purred, strolling languidly to me in a fedora, trench coat, and high heels. I sat helpless under the living room light. Her belt came slowly undone and the folds parted, letting her heavy purple cock fall forward. She took hold of my head and pulled my mouth to it.



“Well, say something.”



Her favorite activity though, was horsey. She wore a cowboy hat for that, which I liked.



One morning I woke to find her contentedly watching me, like her trophies observing us from the wall mounted shelves.



“I have to tell you about this dream,” she said with her head on the pillow and her fists bunched at her chin. “You were marching in this jungle, but everything looked like a cartoon. The machete you were swinging could talk. It said funny things. There was one tall tree, and at the top of it grew a gold flower, like a tiger lily, but it was erupting. Maybe it was a volcano.”



“What happened?”



“You climbed the tree and left me. I was carrying your luggage.” She swung away when she finished talking, and got in the shower. I joined her shortly, and we fucked standing happily behind the transparent curtain with its leafy pattern, in the hot, falling water and steam.



Jasmine had me for the last time in my bed, wearing only a pair of white and pink striped panties with a hole cut in front for her shaft. She deftly maneuvered herself on her knees to grasp me by the waist, chest, or by the shoulder with an adamantly straight arm, accordingly. I rose and fell like a horse, rearing and snorting as she rode me in whatever manner she chose. After settling on a basic hip hold with me getting rammed on my hands and knees, she let her soft, fleshy thighs press maddeningly against my own. Distilled by years of exercise, her girlish enthusiasm made every pump of the dildo by her curvy white form intensely powerful. It went on for twenty minutes, producing three quick, gasping orgasms during each of which her fingernails almost pierced my skin and spurred me to yell, but I wouldn’t have discouraged her joy for anything. To close, she pulled me on her lap and moved us as one, while her ruddy hand manipulated my dick.



“I want to come,” she growled mindlessly. “Shoot my load everywhere. Watch me spray.” Every declination drove her in, and each ascension slid her grip down, both motions becoming more manic until she lost track of which prong was hers. At that point she peaked. “Squeeze that cock, baby, yeah!” It didn’t take long for this to chain react, sending ecstasy flooding our nervous systems and vibrating our supercharged bodies violently until nothing remained of us but an unconscious mist. We drifted off together, cheerfully, and at peace.



When I saw her to the door, she kissed my cheek.



“You’re a really good person, Tom.” I knew then she was dumping me. “I think so, anyway.” She smiled, and trudged away in the snow.



“I guess nothing is forever.” I stood silently for a minute. Finally, I grabbed my coat and started to walk.



Ruminating over my adventures, I wandered into a part of town that I didn’t frequent. I passed the hulks of dead factories and vacant lots that resembled battlefields, getting thoroughly lost and not seeing another soul for hours. Street signs became important about the time the sun started dimming and my toes ached their complaints to me. Not recognizing the names of any lanes, I attempted to backtrack, but the environment got no more familiar. At the first chills of panic, I turned up randomly at a crudely drawn billboard featuring an explorer in a pith helmet and khakis being chased by a tiger. Java was sloshing from a white cup beside him, the message of the ad. Experiencing a sudden epiphany, I spun to face the building opposite, which had a yellow painted clock on its single, weathered tower, and the word AURORA atop its door. The last of the light was reflected in shards on the narrow wall around the peeling circle. I stepped to the entrance of the structure, and went in.

The inside of the structure was a public bath, and ornately decorated compared to anything in the vicinity, or even to the outside of the building. Directly in front of the door was a rectangular pool flanked by marble columns and palm trees growing from cut squares in the floor. Semi-transparent white curtains divided the fore from the background, and fences of crossed wooden strips defined the perimeter. The air was spiced with intoxicants. Bells chimed faintly and birds sang unseen from cages. I walked along the water and through the veil to the far end of the room where a staircase ascended to a great bay window that was totally illuminated by horizontal sunbeams. As if materializing from the glow, a silhouette appeared. Instinctively I paused and watched her as she descended the stone steps.



She stopped near the base and I took in the sight of her. The glistening skin of her pixie cheeks was a light mocha. Her nose was small and upturned to a point and her eyes were serious but burning. Black hair hung to her chin from the part on the middle of her head, and I could see swaying behind her a ponytail tied with hempen twine. On her broad frame she wore a zipped up bomber jacket, but below that a flowing skirt of pale, delicate material which almost covered the golden sandal cords that zigzagged up her calves. Though I was a few inches taller than she was, she looked down on me authoritatively from the step where she stood.



“I’m Tom,” I said quietly.



“I’m Star.”



“That’s pretty,” I blurted.



“It’s shortened. Why are you here, Tom?”



“I don’t know. I’m following a dream.”



“A whim?”



“No, more like a vision.”



“Your own?”



“A girl’s.”



“I see. Come,” she said, and gestured for me to ascend with her the way she came. I nervously followed her up into the light, and as we rounded the bend and kept climbing, the painfulness of the glare subsided. “We haven’t had visitors for some time. Would you like to bathe?”



“I don’t have any money.”



“We’ll have to do something else. What can you offer?”



“Myself,” I whispered. She stopped at the top and looked at me.



“Good.” Then she proceeded into the second story chamber. I did likewise.



The indoor garden was like a paradise. A fogged skylight filtered the vibrant purple, orange, and yellow of twilight, and glorious flowered trees enclosed the octagonal area dusted with turquoise sands under our feet. Fountains shimmered at the walls and the scented atmosphere was tickled with bells. The mysterious girl began to disrobe, and I copied her. She stripped to a dark sports bra and green briefs.



“Naked,” she said, and vanished into an enclave. Once nude I was extremely shy, and hid myself in the big basin of pale stone at the center of the room. The surface was cold, but suddenly hot water began gushing into it from fish-shaped nozzles at its northern and southern ends. When the tub was filled, the pouring ceased.



“Tom,” came a voice from above me. I turned to see Star standing on the side of the tank looking as she had when she left, with the addition of an eight inch golden dildo attached to her by similarly flashing bands. Gradually she immersed herself completely in the foaming swell. We stared at each other.



“You have always loved me,” she said, “and so I have shown my selves to you. I care for you as Selene does for Endymion.”



“I don’t know what you mean.”



“Turn.”



“I will, but please, tell me what’s happening.” She smiled patiently.



“He who would direct Nature first learns to obey Her.” Upon hearing that, I floated into a spin so that my back was to her. Small waves passing my neck heralded her arrival. We were both lighter in the bubbling pool, and I had only to keep my hands on the edge of the tank and to pivot my toes on the bottom as she wanted. For her it was easy to reposition me, and leap backward an inch in slow motion when we were too close. Hands fell on my rear, and the metal prod was gently inserted. She slowly stroked it in and out, cautious but obviously eager to attain a rhythm. Her confident, regular movement took on speed. Then it condensed into a soft pounding of her pelvis alone. The hands rotated to allow her fingers to clamp my sides. Initiating a repeating cycle of four identical pumps, she freed her attention from the performance. Acceleration continued until it was a spirited, full-body action and I braced myself with my arms. Water seethed around us.



“Do you believe in animism, Tom?” This is a strange time for that discussion, I thought.



“No,” I stammered, suddenly aware I was overwhelmed.



“That’s unfortunate.” By now she was steadily hammering me without applying heavy force. “Biologists would have you believe there are two sexes so genetic variety can increase, to make people more distinct as individuals, and less susceptible to threats as a species.” Her gaze rested calmly on me as she worked her hips and spoke. “But I tell you every part of our universe is alive, and as human knowledge grows exponentially, the perceived world is energized by meaning.” She substituted a pair of short jabs for the fourth thrust in her routine.



“Ah!” I cried out. “What are you doing?” The steam was expanding to obscure the flora. Her fucking was electrical, an injection of enthusiasm. Tension vanished from my limbs.



“So radical is matter’s refinement that each blade of grass and every grain of sand will hum and shine with their own hunger and ecstasy.” She moved us as two parts of a machine, no longer impaling me but bringing us together in sweet collisions. We bounced as one, like a ball meeting its reflection on a mirror. “You surely understand why your lovers forget their fears and passivity, and join you so lustily. My era is dawning.”



Her arms overlapped mine, and her knees clung to my midsection. She humped me greedily but gracefully in downward drives. Breezes encircling us sparked and sizzled. The surface of our bath rumbled as if boiling. Birdsong above us became louder. My mouth opened in awe. Relentlessly she drove in the golden lance without compassion or malice, but with an almost serene indifference. Water splashed and rippled until all traces of her activity were lost among interference patterns. Hard, cool, strong, she pounded. It stopped so she could speak plainly in my ear, pressing her flesh upon me.



“The gifts that I grant will enable you to flourish in this new eon.”



“You are the Golden Flower,” I said, my eyes wide in astonishment. The immediate response was the sound of a thousand women laughing.



She resumed her resilient riding, sending columns of liquid pluming up like geysers. Each took a shape that tried to burst out of its material prison before being dashed by gravity again into chaos. As the churning grew wilder, every crash broke into smaller and quicker bits. Her golden cock wasn’t a sex organ anymore, but a burst at the seam of reality from life’s overflow. She put her palms on my shoulders and straightened her arms, while slackening the muscles of her trunk, so that her bountiful ass spread out over my own. The mount was wary and animal, with occasional excesses of excitement escaping as jolts of force into my rump. Finally she slid her soft bulk forward in three teasing grinds, testing for any resistance from me. I hovered beneath her, like a spirit in limbo.



Power was transferred from her, through the dick, into me. Like a sacred statue she embodied a ritual pose that echoed with significance to the distant reaches of the cosmos. Through her dominance, the signal closed a circuit. The fluid surrounding us evaporated and mixed with the ambient static to create a white haze that deleted everything. I lost the goddess, myself, and any connection with the environment that my senses had provided. What remained was a potent void that pulsed with pleasure. Time ceased to be.



I dreamed. There was an empty manor veined with ivy, and on the grounds hung the stone heads of grinning pagan gods. At the top of the grand staircase was a woman hidden completely in black. She pointed at me.



I awoke in my own bed the next morning, to find a tiger lily in a vase on my nightstand. One email was waiting for me from an address that I didn’t recognize. All the message said was, COME TO THE THEATER.



It was a Sunday so I didn’t expect the place to be busy. When I got there, a broom was stuck in the jamb as on my last visit. I entered and let the door swing shut behind me. On the stage was the same bed from before, but the mirror had been removed. I could see a feminine figure reclining on the mattress with her back to me as I descended the levels of seating.



“Mikaela?”



Her head turned when I spoke, and she rose. She replied while walking to face me.



“Gone to Colorado to get married, and from what I’ve heard she’s a happy husband. Would either of you have felt she was enough, after your long journey?”



“Samantha.” Her appearance had altered radically. A black plastic band adorned with velvet cat ears was in her hair, which was parted on the left and fell to her jawline at both sides. The dress she wore was also black, held on by straps over her shoulders and a shiny leather belt. From where I stood the outfit did little to conceal her pink panties. Black boots ran up to her thighs, and her thick glasses were gone. “If you brought me here to tell me to avoid sorority parties, I’m way ahead of you.”



“On the contrary, I’m yours to command now,” she said. “In learning I still greatly excel you, but in many other ways you’ve surpassed me.”



“Is that jealousy I hear?”



“I think I deserve some of the credit for your growth. In any case, what I wanted to say is that one of the Practitioners has recently departed, and per our custom her house and assets were willed to another in the circle, specifically me.”



“I see. Sorry for the loss, but congratulations.”



“Thank you. That leaves me, then, with a rather large, stately home and a comfortable lifestyle, but no one to share my free time. I’m here to ask if you want to live with me.”



“Yes, Samantha. I think I’d like that very much.” She breathed deeply.



“Good,” she said, stepping down from the stage. “You can move in immediately.” I took her hand.



“The sooner, the better. It should make a welcome change from my current mode,” I said. “I’m tired of letting crazy women bang me in the butt all day.” We exited the auditorium.



“Oh, I foresee you’ll miss that.” She smiled. “Once in a while.”

“I’m just really stressed,” I told my wife over the phone as we talked at the end of the day. She was in a hotel for the week, working out of town, and I was back at home, working as usual. We had talked extensively about her work for the day, and she had asked how my life was.



“Is that so?” she asked.



“Yes it is, sweety,” I said, a little bummed.



“Well, I think I can help.” She said.



“I know sweetheart – I’m really glad you listen …”



“No, that’s not what I meant. Go to the freezer and check the ice tray,” she said. I paused, a bit confused, and wandered into the kitchen. The ice tray had … a handcuff key frozen in an ice cube with some string tied to.



“What’s this, sweetheart?” I asked, my penis stirring a little, as I knew exactly what it was.



“You know what this is, slut. And you will address me as “Mistress” unless told otherwise.”



“But, babe …”



“Bad slut! That’s one punishment. Do you want more?”



“No mistress!” I said with a bit of desperation.



“Good slave. Now, to take your mind off of your stress … first go turn your computer on and get it loading. Then, get a pencil and paper for notes.”



“Yes mistress…” I said, obediently going to do as instructed.



“First, strip. I’ll wait while you do that. … Now, you will need the silver nipple clamps, the dildo vibrator, the ball gag, the leather cock ring, and a bowl with ½ cup of cold water and 3 ice cubes, including the one with the key. Did you get all that?”



I continued writing, trying to jot it all down …



“Slut! Did you hear me?!?!”



“Yes mistress! I’m sorry!”



“That’s two punishments! Bad slut! Add the paddle to the list!”



“Yes mistress!”



“Is the list complete?”



“Yes mistress!”



“Good, then attach things in the obvious way. I want you tied to the four corners of the bed, with your last wrist handcuffed; obviously tie the key to that wrist. Tie the dildo vibrator into your slutty ass and put it on its highest setting just before you cuff your last wrist. Also, take the computer in with you and be sure that it’s plugged in and that it has a good view of you on the bed. You will call me on Skype once your ankles are tied down, are we clear?”



“Yes mistress…” I said, my voice quavering just a little. She hung up and the line went to the busy signal. I did exactly as instructed, and when I had my feet tied to the bed, the vibrator securely tied inside me, the gag on, and the clamps dangling in a glittery arc from nipple to tantalized nipple, I pushed “call.”



“Good work, naughty slut,” mistress said, glaring at me through her camera. She was dressed in her sexiest corset. “Are you ready for your punishment?” she asked. I nodded, unable to answer. “Good. Take the paddle and give yourself 20 sound smacks on the balls.”



I moaned with each smack, each one making soft, fleshy “thud” sounds that sent excruciatingly wonderful currents up my balls.



“Ahh, ah, ahhhhh,” mistress said, not counting the 14th slap. “That wasn’t good enough. Do it again.” I hit myself harder, so that I moaned loudly into the gag. “Much better. 14.” Mistress intoned. I made the last 6 good and strong so that mistress wouldn’t make me repeat any, and by the end of my 20 (actually 21) swats, my balls ached and I had lost my breath. “Mmmm, good slut. Now, go ahead and turn the vibrator on, then finish securing yourself. I want your phone in your hand so that you can answer when I call later.” I nodded and tried to mutter “Yes mistress,” but the gag made it unintelligible. “Mmmm, you are delicious indeed.” Mistress said, licking her lips sexily before signing off.



With some difficulty I tied my left wrist to the bed, then I laid back. Checking that my cell phone was close enough to grab with my right hand, I finally clicked the handcuff on. Now I was tied spreadeagle to the bed with no way out until the key melted free! My penis was semi-hard and I moaned in pleasure, rocking my hips back and forth in an attempt to make the pulsating dildo in my ass fuck me. It was securely tied, though, so it just continued to relentlessly tease. I moaned in pleasure and frustration and lost myself in the sensation for a bit … until the phone rang. I flipped it open.



“Mmmm, mmmsstrrsss,” I tried to say.



“Ohhh, good my little slut. I hope you are enjoying yourself there. I wanted to give you your instructions for the rest of the night. Once you are free, you are to remove everything and go to the bathroom. You will find the beard trimmer in the lower drawer, fully charged. I want you to use it to trim your hair for your shave in the morning. You are going to be a pretty, clean shaven little girl. Once you have trimmed your hair to nice little nubbins, you will put in the purple little dildo and tie it in for the night – no underwear, of course. In the morning, you can take it out when you finish shaving your body – I want you shaven before we talk at 6:30 tomorrow! Don’t shave your face, though; I want that nice and cleanly shaven for when I am home. Am I clear?”



“Mmmmhmmm!” I muttered into the gag, as well as I could.



“Good. I hope your key melts out soon – you have a lot to do before tomorrow morning. Be a good slut. Ohhh – also, no touching your penis for pleasure or thrusting against the bed. You will report these to me and you will be punished.” The line went to the busy signal as mistress hung up.



My mind spun at the thought of actually shaving my legs. The idea was sexy, forbidden, luscious … and scary! It would take time for the hair to grow back, and the fact that I was being “forced” to do it meant that mistress was entirely on top and I was doing what I was told … I bit my lip at the thought. My penis got very hard with arousal as I thought about it, and the new level of arousal intensified the feelings of the vibrating dildo in my ass. I moaned into my gag and bucked desperately, wishing for orgasm, but unable to get it. I moaned in desperate frustration, trying to get any sensation on my penis, but all I got was the echoes of my moans. Finally, my desire ebbed and I felt for the string. I pulled it up and found that the ice was melted – the key was free. I freed myself quickly and went about mistress’s instructions. The electric trimmer quickly mowed my leg hair and pubic hair down to nubs. As I slid the dildo in and tied it on, I couldn’t help but notice how breezy the house felt – it felt like air currents were caressing my legs, slipping around them all over the place. I slipped between the covers and the sensation of my legs with all the hair trimmed down almost to nothing sent strange feelings of arousal and desire through my brain. Each time I moved to try to lessen the strangeness of the feeling, the dildo tied into me reminded me why my legs felt that way. It was a long while before I fell asleep.



I woke up during the night, wildly humping the bed. In my dream the bed had been my wife, dominating me, and she had put her breasts down for me to thrust against so I would get extremely excited. After realizing that my wife was still in her hotel on business and not in the bed with me, it still took me some time to bring myself under control and stop humping. I whimpered as I did so, brimming with lustful desire but forbidden to do anything. I already had to report this lapse, and I would be in trouble!



When I finally awoke to my alarm at 5 a.m., my head was spinning with sexy, and I practically dashed the three steps to the bathroom. I took a nice warm shower, then sat down on the side of the tub and started shaving. It took a long time – longer than I had imagined, but with patience I had my legs and genitals completely shaven. They looked so strange … I ran my hands up and down them, then rinsed them off with warm water. I gently applied lotion, and as I was rubbing it in, the feeling of my smooth legs and the lotion became sensual… before I knew it, I was rubbing my rock hard shaft and moaning. Damn it! That was 2! Mistress would not be happy … and I had to call her soon!



I quickly finished lotioning, then took the plug out of my butt and called mistress.



“Hello darling,” she said groggily. We talked and exchanged sweet nothings for a few minutes.



“I’m glad you slept well, sweaty,” I said.



“Me too. How did you sleep, naughty slut?” mistress said, swinging the conversation from an intimate, loving one, to an intimate, lustful talk.



“Not very well, mistress…” I said a little shamefully.



“Mmmm, I wonder why that is,” she said knowingly. I could see her smirk over the phone. “Are your legs delicious?”



“Yes mistress,” I said.



“Mmmm, good. Were you bad?”



I bit my lip in apprehension before responding. “Yes mistress.”



“Tsk, tsk, tsk. How many times, naughty slut?”



“2.” I said meekly.



“Well, we can talk about the punishment in a little while. For now, let’s talk about your goals for the day. You will be wearing normal shorts and a t-shirt, with your sexy little boy-short panties. You will put the big jeweled plug in your ass at 10 and take it out at noon, and at 1 you will put in the new, big plug, no matter how long it takes. Take it out at 2, and then from 3 until you go home, you must wear the jewel. Understood?”



“Mistress!” I interjected in desperation. She wanted me to wear shorts to school with legs that I had just shaven! “But, I can’t wear shorts …”



“Bad slut! How dare you question me?! You will be punished immediately! Go to the freezer and get a cum-sickle, then gag yourself with it in your mouth. Are we clear?!” She said, her voice very severe.



“Yes mistress …” I said quietly, hurrying to do what I was told. I bit my lip in erotic ecstasy as I slipped the lump of my own frozen cum into my mouth. I hated them, and mistress had decided to use it as a punishment for my disobedience… she was definitely on top! The feeling of being dominated so thoroughly sent little tingles up and down my spine.



“Is it in?” mistress demanded.



“mmm, mmmf,” I replied.



“Good. Now, my little slut, in addition to your nice little day of butt plugs and showing your shaven legs off, I have one more thing for you. In an envelope hidden in your planner there are 6 photo poses that I want you to make for me. The directions are all in there – have fun taking naughty pictures of yourself around campus. Talk to you tonight, you naughty little slut.”



While the cum-sickle was still melting, I went to my planner and found the envelope – a plain envelope, hidden cunningly in my mess of a planner! I opened it, and found:



Hello my naughty slut,



This part of today’s game will be lots of fun. You are to take six naughty pictures of yourself in the various poses described below at different locations around campus. At least 3 of the 6 can’t be in your home building and at least 1 of the 6 has to be outdoors. Also, you can’t use any room more than once. I hope you have fun! – since you are a naughty, exhibitionist slut, I know you will.



1.Fully clothed, posing those sexy, shaven legs



2.Completely naked, panties around your ankles (yes, I want to see them in the picture!) with the silver nipple clamps on and a stiff dick.



3.Panties pulled down but visible, ass spread open so that I can see that delicious jewel in my slut’s ass.



4.Pulling your shirt up enough so that I can see the nipple clamps dangling down – I need to be able to see the nipples, obviously.



5.I want at least 3 pictures of you working that new, big plug into your ass. One of them had better be with it completely in.



6.Your pants pulled down to expose your panties, with your fully erect member straining to escape.



I can’t wait for you to show me your art!



Love,



-your Mistress



I swallowed the last bit of the cum-sickle so I could gulp. This challenge was scary … and thrilling and naughty and sexy and, did I mention scary? I quickly dressed as mistress had instructed me and gathered the things I would need, including the nipple clamps, camera and tripod, 2 butt plugs, and LOTS of lube. My panties rubbed smoothly against my cock as I walked to campus, with my mind in overdrive, wondering if every person I saw noticed my legs. Although fully clothed, I felt naked and exposed all the way to campus. The day would only get better and sexier!



On the walk, I noticed that campus was really quiet, because it was just 7 o’clock in the morning. I started walking toward the bushes in front of the chemistry building and I put the nipple clamps on as I walked. I stood on the steps, partially obscured from view by the bushes. A quick look around showed no one … I bit my lip as I turned the camera on. With a deep breath, I pulled up my shirt and snapped a picture, then quickly let my shirt fall. I was breathing hard and my penis was starting to grow – I could feel it sliding against my silky panties as it got larger. I checked the picture and almost cursed. It was blurry! Crap! I put the setting on the sport/multi selection, took another quick look around, then pulled my shirt up and snapped. I was getting a little red in the face with embarrassment and my penis was pretty hard now. I checked the pictures, and one of them was a great shot, which even had my face. I deleted the others and then quickly walked to my office.



With every step, I resisted the urge to look around to see if someone had seen me. The fear that someone might have seen me pumped through my veins and engorged my cock all the way to my office. The halls were empty in my building, so I quickly had an idea! I went to one of the nooks in the building and set up my tripod. I set the timer and posed in a girly way, the kind that bikini models do, with one leg up; I ran my hands up and down my smooth legs and made sexy faces. It only took a few shots to get a good one, and when I got it, I quickly headed upstairs.



The hall was empty and all the rooms were dark. As I flicked my office lights on, I realized that I could take a third picture. I nervously checked the door, then set up the tripod again. After making sure it was aimed right, I peeped out the door. The hall was still empty, so I firmly closed the door. I slowly removed my shoes and socks, then set the camera up so I could just push the button to take the picture. I bit my lip and quickly removed my shorts and shirt. I quickly clamped the silver chain to my nipples, then walked to the camera and pushed the button. I had only a few seconds, so I hurried back to my spot and dropped my panties to my ankles. Without any encouragement my penis stood at stiff attention. The seconds for the camera’s delay to end felt like an eternity, and when it finally snapped the picture, I quickly pulled up my panties and hustled over to the camera. The picture turned out perfectly, and I saw that my facial expression clearly showed my vulnerable arousal. A noise in the hallway scared me nearly out of my panties – I ran to my clothes and threw them on, then quickly put the camera away and sat down to put my shoes on. No one came in – it was just the office across the hallway. I bit my lip and resisted the strong desire to touch my engorged penis. I was so turned on, and I wanted to cum so badly. Instead, I crossed off the three pictures I had taken off my list and looked at the remaining three. Two of them had to be outside of my building … obviously that wasn’t going to be the series of me inserting the big plug! I had a good idea for where to do that one, actually; one of the basement labs would work. Couldn’t do that until the afternoon anyway…



Number 6 could be taken anywhere that people weren’t around for a few minutes. I thought I’d wander the halls in some of the academic buildings until I found a suitable, secluded spot to snap it. 3, however, was a bit of a quandary. Where could I take it? After some thought, I decided to try one of the library study rooms. But it was only 8 a.m., and that would have to be during my jewel time, between 10 and noon. I turned on my microscope and tried to focus on work … which worked well enough, until my legs touched each other and I remembered that my legs were smoothly shaven and my office mate would likely come in soon! My dick remained quite stiff for a good while as I fretted over that. Finally, I got into my work.



The door creaked open and I looked up, startled and afraid. It was my office mate!



“Hey John,” I said non-challantly. “How are you?”



“I’m good, thanks,” he said. We engaged in some chit-chat, then went to our own work. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief – he didn’t seem to notice! Of course, my legs were under the desk … I quietly chewed on my lip, hoping he wouldn’t notice …



As 10 o’clock came near, I began to get worked up into a new frenzy. I grabbed my back-pack and wandered out of the room, looking for a place that I could slip the jeweled plug into my butt … then I remembered I planned to take the picture in the library study room. Why not put the toy in there? I went to the library and nonchalantly walked around the upstairs floor, scoping out all the study rooms. They were all quite deserted; only one person was on this floor.



I chose a study room on the far side of the floor and quietly closed the door behind me. I found an angle that wouldn’t be visible through the window, and quickly set up my camera. Once I had it ready, I slipped the anal plug inside me and pulled my panties up to the bottom of my bum. I pushed the button on the camera, got in position and spread my ass wide apart. Immediately after the picture snapped, I pulled my panties and pants up. A quick check of the picture showed that it was good, and I quickly glanced out the study room’s window. No one there… I breathed a deep sigh of relief and finished buckling my belt, resisting the urge to rub the smooth panties across my engorged dick. Once everything was away, I grabbed my back-pack and opened the door. I looked both ways … and noticed that one of the non-study room desks was now occupied by a female student. She looked up at me as I walked out of the room, and I wasn’t sure what I saw in her expression … was it a hint of flirtatious desire? Had she seen me?!? I nodded to her and quickly walked to the stairs. As I turned around one last time, she was back to studying the book in front of her …



The question of whether she had seen me or not nagged me all the way back to my office, keeping my penis quite erect. I decided to take a quick detour through one of the buildings; taking advantage of my fully engorged penis, I found a secluded corner and pulled my shorts down for the panty picture. After that I walked briskly back to my office and worked until lunch. My office mate left, and soon after he had, I grabbed my bag and headed for the basement lab I wanted. I set up the camera and quickly pulled my pants and panties down. I set the camera for the delay and started working the toy in. After several minutes, I again snapped another picture as I worked. Footsteps clipped down the hall, causing me to freeze in terror. They walked on by, so I continued to work at getting the toy in my ass, once my ass had relaxed. Finally, the toy slipped in with a *pop* and I hit the switch on the camera one last time. As I waited for the countdown, I heard more steps! I froze in terror and the camera clicked just as the footsteps walked by! I quickly pulled up my pants, and then slowly eased out to check the hall. No one was there. I breathed a sigh of relief and went to check the camera. The last shot was especially sexy, showing my terrified expression in profile, with my ass spread wide open and stuffed with a huge anal plug.



I went to the commons area and sat down for lunch, my mind constantly full of the idea that any of the people up here might have seen me! My penis remained hard through the whole lunch, and my butt occasionally squeezed around the large toy that was penetrating my anus, sending pleasurable shockwaves up and down my body. Finally, I went up to my office and got to work. I switched out the plugs at the appropriate times with no problems, and had almost forgotten about my naughty adventures for the day. Until I had to walk home. Then, the feel of my shaven legs brushing against each other reminded me of everything, and I had to fight to not look around me in worry that someone had seen me doing my naughty pictures earlier that day. By the time I got home, my penis was full and hard, and my ass was squeezing happily around the jeweled plug. I swung the door open … and there stood mistress!

“Black Silk Entertainment, Roger speaking. How may I help you?”



“My name is Jamie, and I’m looking for a male escort.”



“Alright, Jamie, have you used our service before?”



“No.”



“Fine, let me tell you how this works. Our contractors model clothing and role-play. They do not have sex with clients. Is that clear?”



“Yes, but I imagined I’d be the one wearing the special attire.”



“Okay, what do you have in mind?”



“My interest is penetrating a man with a strap-on. I mean, pretending to.” He paused.



“Please hold.” Some terrible music came on the line, and there was a loud click. Then, I heard a quiet ringing. After a few moments, a woman’s voice answered.



“Yes?”



“My name is Jamie. I was hiring a guy for a pegging fantasy.”



“Very good. Take down the following location,” she said, and I wrote what she recited. “May we expect you today at four?”



“I’m not sure. Do you accept cash?”



“We don’t have fees.”



“How come?”



“This is a dating service. The man you’ll meet is not our employee. We impose no restrictions on your behavior, token or otherwise.”



“Wait, if you won’t accept money, why are you doing this?”



“We’re an affiliate of Black Silk. They occasionally farm talent from us, and all our funding comes from them. Shall I pencil you in?”



“Yeah,” I said.



They had a large area on the first floor of the mall, between a major department store and the food court. Two young women stood in front of the door with clipboards, asking passing shoppers if they wanted to do a survey. The windows were blacked out and there was no sign indicating what was inside. All in all it wasn’t welcoming, but that made it seem discrete.



The lobby walls were lined with chairs, most of which were occupied by teenage girls filling out what looked like application documents. I approached the front desk and gave my name to the receptionist, a blond with glasses whose name tag read Tammy. She smiled warmly and asked me to grab a seat, insisting someone would be right with me. While I was sitting, a young woman in a lab coat emerged from the nest of cubicles, and called out, “Michelle?” In response, a tall, lithe black girl stood up and accompanied her to the testing zone.



Two minutes later another incredibly fit, beautiful woman appeared, this one white and wearing her dark hair tied back in a bun, a midriff-baring red and silver sports top, black bicycle shorts, and white socks with sneakers. She strode confidently to me with an outstretched hand and introduced herself as Karen.



“I’m Jamie,” I said as we shook.



“No trouble getting past our security, I see.” I looked at the clipboard ladies in the main artery.



“Them?”



“We prefer to wear a friendly face. It simplifies things. Please.” she said, and gestured for me to enter the labyrinth of gypsum. Each of us took a seat in her small office. “So, you’re interested in pegging.”



“What is all this?”



“How do you mean?”



“This operation, what are you doing here?”



“Didn’t they tell you on the phone? We bring people together.”



“In a mall?” She shrugged.



“We can’t afford to be hidden.”



“But you are, really.”



“Yes, in plain sight. Jamie, why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself, and I’ll see if we can be useful to you. That might be the best way for you to learn more about us.”



“Okay. What do you want to know?”



“Whatever you feel like sharing. We didn’t have to sift you under false pretenses, as we do those teenyboppers you saw. You came to us. Tell me what you’re seeking.”



“Well, I want to fuck a man, basically.”



“Alright.”



“You can see I’m very mannish. A lot of people mistake me for a guy. Like when me and my boyfriend are out running we dress the same, in t-shirts and interlock shorts. We look like we’re on a track team.”



“Your boyfriend won’t let you peg him?”



“I haven’t asked.”



“You’re afraid he’ll say no?”



“I’m not sure. I think he’d want it, but if he says yes I want to be ready for him, to give him something he’ll remember, not to fumble. I want some practice, to learn if it’s for me. This way, through a service, I thought it wouldn’t be cheating. I’d also be doing it for him.” Karen gazed at me thoughtfully.



“I think we can help you. Tell me, are you prepared to try it today, or would you need a little more time?”



“No, I came here to do it now.” The woman smiled.



“I admire your enthusiasm. I’ll be happy to assist you.” I took a deep breath.



“Thanks.”



“Your story is quite common, actually. In fact,” she said, and punched a few computer keys as she looked at a monitor, “there are two people ahead of us in Room Three. Then it should be available. Would you like to get ready?”



“Yes, please.” On the intercom she instructed Tammy to hold her calls, unless it was someone named Margaret.



We took a hallway that was padded with blue foam panels to the rear extreme of the rented space. Karen entered an unlit room without waiting for me, which gave me a chance to examine a wheeled laundry cart that was filled two-thirds up with generic climbing harnesses, each of which had a five-inch green plastic dildo affixed to it by some industrial adhesive. Paused there, I saw two hard-bodied young women in gray sweat suits walking down an adjacent corridor carrying boxes, one that contained rolled up yoga mats and the other full of printed t-shirts. After they turned a corner, I heard a muffled round of applause from a room in the opposite direction.



“Magnificent, isn’t she?” Karen’s voice reminded me of our purpose, and I joined her in the dim chamber. Her sculpted silhouette stood before an observation window, through which she watched a pale, shapely girl in a strap-on take a man doggy style on a plain bed. “Anna is blessed with great physical potency, but she lacks your psychological disposition for the act. Don’t let that long, pretty hair fool you. Within her is a spring of masculine vigor.” From around the speaker’s muscular arm I saw the subject rest her hands on the lower back of her victim, who she invaded repeatedly with gentle taps of her slightly jiggling thighs. Her raven mane hung above the man as she tested a variety of insertion techniques and remained attentive for any reaction, every stroke landing with faintly more insistence than the one that fell before it. A red bulb went on over the door in the lab, and the girl immediately withdrew the latex cock, stood up on the floor, and casually strolled through the portal and out of view, naked except for the harness she was wearing. The man remained on all fours, and let his head sag below his shoulders. The warning light shut off.



“This next case is the complete reverse. Tess is thoroughly boyish but lacks the power, speed, and accuracy to realize her sexual aims.” As she spoke a tan, skinny girl with short, bushy blond hair and a small bust entered the mock bedroom. Beneath her harness she wore black leggings, but otherwise she was naked. Already lubed, she climbed onto the bed behind the waiting man, seized his waist, and sat back on her ankles. She scanned his ready torso and lifted her pelvis to him. With one careful pump, she violated his loosened asshole. After placing her hands on the sheet at either side of his midsection, she gracelessly and frantically humped his backside. “You should strap-on,” Karen said confidentially. “She won’t last very long.” I nodded.



I undressed before a full length mirror that hung on the wall, and let my clothes pile up on a desk chair. Karen evaluated me dutifully as grunts and cries were piped into the room from the microphones mounted above Tess. The man groaned pathetically as his ass rumbled. Opening the massive drawer of a metal filing cabinet, the woman searched for some items behind me, and I took stock of my features as they were reflected to me by the glass. My wild hair was a reddish brown, and fell just past my eyes from an off-center part. It framed a round, fresh face with rosy cheeks and huge blue eyes. Bronze was the color of my skin, and its full figure was solid like a boy’s, minus the genital apparatus and with the addition of two tiny breasts. Suddenly I became conscious of Karen grinning down at me approvingly, and I turned to face her.



“These could have been made for you,” she beamed, holding out a shiny orange dildo and a bottom that evoked a g-string. The orgasmic symphony raged as I put them on. When I saw myself next I looked at an Adonis, the dick having merged perfectly with my natural hue and the limbs of my athletic form tensing and easing in anticipation of the exercise to come. I joined Karen again at the screen. Though she didn’t look at me, I could sense her awareness of my latent energy. “It’s almost time,” she intoned. We watched silently as the blond approached her climax.



Fingering the thin black cord around the base of my new shaft, I studied Tess as she had the man. Her upper half remained motionless above him except for her quivering lips, but the pounding of her hips relentlessly softened his ass for me. Unconsciously measuring myself against her, I felt contempt for her lack of strength and agility, and itched to show her up. Maybe I wanted to prove myself to Karen. I tested the snugness of the minimal rig around me and found it secure, reminded more than a little of an elaborate Japanese bondage knot. The audio output had dwindled to nothing as the doll concentrated on her pleasure.



“Both of these girls can fuck a man, though one lacks spirit, and the other ability,” Karen said. “In you I see their drive and strength combined. There should be nothing stopping you.” Tess reached her peak at that moment, simultaneously lunging forward and grinding her hips about once per second. She moaned with every hard thrust. “Our associate is obviously broken in, and he’ll prove up to your challenge. Don’t worry about hurting him.” The light came on in the lab. After sliding out of her target, the subject sat at the edge of the bed and calmed herself for a minute. Then, she rose and exited the room. “Oh, and Jamie?” I turned my head to the tall woman as I waited at the inner passage. With a subdued whoosh the door slid open and the bulb went off. My fists swelled. “Have fun.” At that, I smiled, and went in.



When the perimeter sealed automatically behind me I glanced at the spot where Karen was standing, and found the window was a mirror on my side. Another sweep of the chamber revealed the man patiently balancing on all fours and a bottle of lube on the nurse’s table. I squeezed out some of the cold, clear gel and liberally coated my rod. Hesitating a moment, I planned my attack.



The first thing I did was reach out for his thighs and pull them to me. That caused his shins to slide off the bed, and he positioned his feet squarely on the floor. As quickly as he stood up I shoved his trunk back down with a firm hand on his neck, and he supported himself with his hands on the sheet, and his elbows up beside his shoulders. His legs moved apart in an unsuccessful attempt to steady his hips, which put him in exactly the pose that I wanted. I pointed the metallic dick at his sphincter and stood up on my toes to lean over him, letting my weight alone accomplish the invasion. When the cock was unceremoniously buried I fell gently on his back, and let my arms slink around his from below so that I was able to interlace my fingers in the hair at the base of his skull. Alarm and confusion stiffened his muscles, but there was no possibility of escape anymore.



“Down,” I ordered, and he slid forward onto his forearms. We both dropped a couple inches, but I maintained my lock on his upper body and kept the phallus tightly planted within him. As if enjoying a swing set I sent my hips to and fro placidly to chart my range of movement. He must have wondered what was going on.



Slowly I unfurled myself atop him, and then clenched my thighs, buttocks, and abdomen as violently as I could. I settled into a relaxed state, and struck again. Then, I did it once more. It happened a fourth time. A series of vicious bucks brutally stabbed the man’s ass. The action was so quick and precise it resembled a cartoon made from only two images. In, out, hard, soft, the force came mercilessly and regularly.



“Don’t kill him, Jamie,” Karen’s voice pleaded over a loudspeaker. I felt the volunteer droop beneath me. After straightening up I placed my hands on his hips and plumbed him leisurely, a sneer marring my formerly impassive face. The crumbling resistance to the advancing dildo excited me, and I began another two-part sequence: the first had me bent over, gripping his hips at a distance; the second had my spine erect and his butt drawn to my crotch. Chewing on my lips, I focused on the flawless execution of the routine.



Though the plan had been to stop like a boy after I’d come, the ecstasy thrashing inside me couldn’t deter my single-minded pursuit of total anal dominance. The locomotion continued for an hour, peppered by insults and slurs that I spat at my bitch.



“You like that! You fucking love it, don’t you?”



“Yes!” he screamed.



“Take my fucking dick!”



My powerful slamming accelerated so that my sexy thighs were banging his, urging him closer and closer to shooting his own wad. He bellowed inarticulately and I went over the edge.



“Oh, God, yes!” I cried, and came for the final time that afternoon, in unison with the recipient of my aggression. In a fit of blind fury I pulled out of him and stuck my foot on his hip to push his helpless hide off the mattress. He dragged the twisted bedding with him, which in turn caught the end table and sent it on its side, causing bottles and metal instruments to clatter and scatter all over the floor. My fists out at my sides, I looked up at the ceiling and roared.



A week later, Karen called me.



“Wow, it’s great to hear your voice,” I said.



“It’s nice to speak with you, too.”



“I mean it, you’ve changed my life. Things are so much better since we met.”



“Oh? How is your boyfriend handling this transformation?”



“Well, I guess you could call him my girlfriend, now.” She laughed.



“Wonderful.”



“It’s funny, because I saw his mom wearing one of your t-shirts last night, and she asked me about his new passivity, as she called it. I burst out laughing. It turns out she’s been fucking his dad in the ass for two months.”



“It truly is a small world.”



“Thanks, Karen. I owe you a lot.”



“I’m glad I could help. And I’m thrilled to hear you’re grateful, because I’m calling on behalf of the agency, Black Silk.”



“Oh, yeah?”



“Indeed, a corporate magnate is one of their customers, and lately his tastes have been tending toward the exotic. They feel it’s time to slip him a bonus. After reading the file, I thought instantly of you. Tell me, would you be interested in making the delivery?”



“Absolutely. Count me in, I’ll be eager to help.”



“Yes,” she said. “I knew you would.”

Rex knelt in his schoolboy uniform with semen dripping from his temporarily sated cock. As Sylvia and Martha sat comfortably and smiled in anticipation at the coming show, Sylvia commented on how refreshing it would be to see other women dominate her son-in-law to complete submission; the three mature dominas were delighted to oblige. Rex was now ordered to strip and was leashed in readiness for his proper introduction to the ladies; the Viagra ensured his cock was already rudely stiff once more. The strict redhead was first; Rex’s cock tingled as he viewed the mature woman, with a delightfully severe figure, even in her early sixties and at about 5 feet 8 inches, he knew she would have complete control over him.



“You will address me as Mistress Ruby at all times. First you will have your asshole plugged and then you will have your first caning; you will find the experience most enjoyable.” Ruby sneered as she tugged his leash and the buxom brunette stepped up, with cane and shiny black butt plug. She allowed Rex a good view of the mortar shell shaped plug, twisting it before his face and making his anus tingle with fear; at its maximum girth it was twice the width of any turd he’d expelled, he knew it was cause discomfort, and so did she.



“You will address me as Mistress Abigail and will speak only when spoken to. I shall take great pleasure in plugging your anus; you will wear it at all times and will only be allowed to remove it when defecating, which will be supervised to ensure you discharge; you will be thrashed if you fail to crap. The only other occasions will be when you are treated to being used like a woman; and you will know this pleasure, and at any time your mistress allows removal.” She smiled with satisfaction as she noted his horror at not even being allowed to shit without being watched over with a cane, and the thought of being ‘used like a woman’ made his anus tingle all the more, but perversely, made his cock stiffen. Her cunt moistened as she got deep erotic satisfaction at the fresh terror of this new prospect, and Rex could not fail to notice the swelling of her mature nipples as she continued her teasing dialogue.



“When I slip the plug in, you will know you are owned; you will know the penetration that women have to endure and you will endure it permanently. It will be a constant reminder of your submission to womanhood; it will confirm your inferiority.” The mature blonde then stepped up, placed her cane on a chair and removed her tight pencil skirt to reveal long elegant legs in silky black seamed tights; the seams curving deliciously around the globes of her ass, alongside her skimpy black silk panties. Despite her advancing maturity, like the other two, her body was firm and in fine shape; Rex was now close to coming again, his cock dribbling in anticipation.



“And finally, I will be addressed at all times as Mistress Samantha; I will achieve endless enjoyment in disciplining you; many men have looked at these legs and learned that they represent the end of their former arrogance. I intend to demonstrate why immediately.” Samantha remained with her back to Rex as the stern redheaded ruby made him bend with his face at Samantha’s feet, his ass in the air as Abigail approached with a wicked smile. Rex whimpered as the huge plug was squeezed into his anus by the supremely dominant woman; Sylvia and Martha applauded their approval from the comfort of their viewing seats as Rex’s eyes openly watered with the pain caused by the wicked intrusion, but his submissive cock bobbed and stiffened with a strange pleasure as his stretched anus fluttered and clamped tight on this new symbol of female ownership. He felt truly owned as he viewed the sexy heels of Samantha’s heels and the beautiful seamed calves which accompanied them Abigail made sure it was fully home, with only the retrieving nub evident from his tortured asshole. Ruby then tugged his leash and had him kneel erect once more; the five women sneered and smiled with much satisfaction as Rex’s expression of pain showed how being in an erect position increased the pressure of the plug as his cheeks closed over it. Rex now thought long and hard on his position as his anus began to enjoy the feeling of permanent and tight intrusion; his cock dribbled as any movement nursed his prostate, exciting him sexually and emphasising his total submission to women. Ruby now passed the leash to Samantha whose rear view, as she stood dominantly before him, had Rex ready to submit to any torture. Ruby announced his first punishment in her bitchy but sincere tone.



“As an introduction to all three tutors, you will worship Samantha’s legs whilst caned by myself and Abigail. You will produce a good show under the cane and your new plug will assist with both your pain and enjoyment. You will lick your mess clean and will then be introduced intimately to each of us individually; Samantha will take you to her room first as she will not have had the pleasure of caning you.” Rex was in heaven now, as he was ushered forward on his knees and Samantha parted her glorious mature calves slightly to accommodate his stiff and eager cock. She pulled his leash taut to ensure he knew she was instrumental in his punishment, despite not wielding a cane on this occasion, and clamped her thighs expertly about his cock, letting him know that she would determine whether he was allowed to come or not; she was a much in control of him as the other two. Rex had his wrists bound at the front, with his arms around her legs, and his shoulders nestled against the full round cheeks of her ass; he sniffed uncontrollably at her sweet feminine scent, his cock bulging between the firm calves and soft silky touch of her tights. He jerked uncontrollably as Ruby and Abigail cut the air with their canes, as they strutted dominantly in preparation for the beginning of Rex’s treatment, which would ensure his complete and utter submission to all females. Five cunts moistened in readiness as Ruby announced commencement; her cunt, along with Abigail’s, oozing and tingling with extra pleasure as they relished inflicting pain on a new subject for the first time. Samantha’s cunt buzzed too, as she pulled the leash as taut as possible, to ensure Rex did not sag as the canes bit home. Ruby sneered with delight.



“You shall now have an introductory taste of what is to come; you are ours now.” Without further ado, Ruby brought the cane down in a vicious arc; Rex tensed and his cock jutted forward exquisitely between Samantha’s firm calves, and she held the leash tight and the delicious impact of the cane was heard for the first time. Rex howled with pain like a child as the red stripe blushed across his cheeks, and before his howl had died completely, the sound of Abigail’s wicked delivery cut the air and enhanced the stinging pain he was already experiencing. Rex cried and screamed like a baby as his ass was severely punished by the dominant women externally, while internally his stretched anus clenched at the huge plug and tingled in sweet submissive ecstasy. The two mature women smiled with deep satisfaction as they flexed and twisted their shapely bodies in succession as they delivered stroke after stroke, reducing Rex’s ass to a mass of red and purple stripes. Rex humped forward with each stroke and now through the tears, he began to feel the pleasure of submission as his cock slid deliciously between Samantha’s calves as he endured the thrashing. Samantha now felt the urgency of his throbbing cock and increased the pressure of her calves slightly; his ass now numbing with the pain and the plug teasing his prostate beautifully, the pleasure afforded his cock had him wallowing in submissive ecstasy. Samantha jerked the leash.



“You’ll come for the ladies now, and then you’ll come to my room where you’ll thank me for my part in your introduction and sign my personal agenda.” Rex almost smiled through his tears now, as the rhythm of his cock announced his first submission; Ruby and Abigail brought their canes down with extra vigour as they sensed his defeat too. Rex whimpered and moaned as his tingling balls announced the imminent arrival of his declaration of complete surrender to the women; his bell-end rubbed ecstatically between the firm calves and silky tights, his anus gripped and kissed at the tight plug as the stinging canes punished. The women sneered with delight as he moaned uncontrollably and hot semen jetted forth from his pleasured bell-end, some dribbling down the black tights, and on to the black stilettos he would relish licking clean. Rex was in a heaven matching that of Ruby and Abigail’s as the thrashing continued and he spent again and again in complete and utter surrender to the superiority of women. Samantha’s cunt dribbled in anticipation of it being licked by the defeated Rex for the first time, and let the leash slacken slightly to allow Rex to sag just slightly, emphasising his submission. She also nursed his cock with her calves, squeezing the last lusty jets of cream from it as the final strokes were delivered to his tortured ass by the superior women. She smiled as she viewed the generous spots and blobs of cream which now decorated her tights and shoes; her anus tingled as she looked forward to having her asshole licked by this submissive cur, after he’d cleaned his own mess from her legs and feet.



Sylvia and Martha applauded loudly as the spent and defeated Rex was allowed to drop to the floor, his ass glowing, the evidence of his surrender glistening and dribbling down Samantha’s tights and shoes. She jerked the leash to gain the panting cur’s attention and simply pointed sternly to her feet. With no hesitation whatsoever, Rex set to lapping his own still warm and very salty cum from the dominant woman’s shoes and legs; the two women who had delivered his punishment standing over him with still warm canes at the ready, ensuring the cur did a thorough job. After licking his mess from the floor also, Rex’s cock was stiff again already as he was led away on all fours by the delicious legs he had willingly worshipped, to Samantha’s room for his first intimate session. The other two ladies joined Sylvia and Martha, offering them tea or coffee, while they wore practiced expressions of nonchalance as though the prior performance was of no significance whatsoever. Inside, both Ruby and Abigail yearned for their intimate sessions with the new pupil; both women’s panties were sodden with excitement, their undergarments matched equally by those of Sylvia and Martha; both women had thoroughly enjoyed watching Rex cruelly dominated, and though they too wore expressions of absolute decorum, both were looking forward to the journey home, and the use of Rex when they got there.



Samantha had Rex kneel by her bed and slowly peeled off her clothes in front of him, his cock bobbed as her mature and shapely body was revealed to him. As her panties came off he noted that her tights were crutch-less; the black satin panties would be nicely soiled. She placed the panties to one side with a smile as she removed the deliciously seamed black tights.



“I so enjoyed hearing your cries as you were thrashed; it made me soil my panties badly. I’ve been told how one of your filthy habits is a delight in sniffing panties. As I did not have the opportunity to cane you, I think you should have twelve strokes of the cane before I allow you to indulge in sampling the panties you are responsible for soiling.” She stood before him with cane in hand; Rex cowered before her with cock stiffly erect once more.



“You’ll bow and kiss my feet and then beg to receive twelve strokes; I will then allow you to lick my panties clean.” Rex swallowed hard and bent to kiss the elegantly pedicured feet; the delicious scent of the naked dominant woman’s arousal already gave him a hint of what the panties would offer, and he willingly begged as clearly as his excited tones would allow.



“Please Mistress Samantha, I beg you to give me twelve strokes of the cane, I deserve to be punished.” Samantha smiled victoriously and pointed to the bed with the vicious cane, as Rex dared peep up at her after kissing her feet. Samantha’s cunt bulged in anticipation as the naked cur made himself prostrate on the silky sheets. Her nipples poked hard from her mature breasts as she lifted the cane for the first stroke, while Rex’s anus gripped at the plug which assured he knew his position, as he tensed for the pain of impact. Samantha’s cunt dribbled as the pleasure of inflicting further pain was realised as Rex howled and whimpered while the twelve strokes were expertly and viciously executed. Rex was close to coming on the sheets by the time the final stinging stroke was administered; his ears now ecstatic at hearing the beautiful whistle of the cane which promised the pain of delivery. Samantha muffled his whimpers with the promised panties almost immediately, sneering and panting as she did so; she was eager to have Rex lick her cunt and asshole and then have him sign her agenda while she recovered completely from the excitement. Rex sniffed and licked lovingly at the sweet aromas and tastes of the soiled gusset; the pantie material wiping the tears from his blotchy face.



Mistress Samantha slipped her gloriously mature body onto the bed, sat gracefully back and lifted those perfect legs, feet together at first, and then parting them with a smile to allow Rex a view of her inner thighs and what lay between. Rex’s cock was rock hard and his balls tingled like mad as he eyed the delicious cunt and asshole that had scented the panties. Samantha spoke softly to him now; she had him just where she wanted him, he had been sufficiently dominated for one day, and was certain of his place below her. He would now be allowed to show his gratitude by tasting her needy cunt for the first time; her sticky asshole would relish the worship of his tongue as she applied the coup-de-grace to her clitoris with her elegant fingers. She clicked those fingers and pointed to her moist and shaven cunt.



“You may lick my cunt now; I want it thoroughly refreshed all over before you are allowed to service my asshole. You will begin immediately.” Samantha purred with pleasure as Rex did as he was told and his cock boned as the luscious scent of her mature cunt filled his nostrils as it played against her clitoris while he licked up and down the delicious folds and sensual flaps of the dominant woman’s intimate zones. Her thighs stiffened as she quickly got close to orgasm; she pushed his head down, and Rex gratefully began to lick at the tart tang of her asshole, re-living the efficient caning she’d just given him, he wallowed in submissive ecstasy knowing there were two more cunts and assholes he’d lick for the first time today, before licking a fourth new cunt when he returned home. Samantha rubbed herself urgently as she moaned with pleasure, lifting her legs higher as Rex eagerly probed deep into her hot anus. Samantha looked down at the defeated cur as she moaned in a blissfully satisfying orgasm; she would thoroughly enjoy playing her part in cruelly breaking this subservient male, the lavish submission of his tongue told her his capitulation to womanhood would be absolute; her toes pointed skyward as she indulged in the victorious dominance of her orgasm.



Rex was made to kneel while Samantha pointed to her agenda with the cane; from her he would learn to heel immediately when approached by any female, he would become proficient in foot worship, would be trained to calf-fuck routinely, and would also learn the etiquette on how to follow on a leash just as a woman demands. He was made to sign the pledge of absolute attention and obedience for his leg mistress, and then was led out to face his mistress, Martha, and the two other mistresses; they immediately laughed at his stiff cock, it was obvious he’d had an exciting introduction but had not been allowed to come. Ruby offered Samantha tea as the leggy woman tried to maintain her nonchalance; the other women smirked as they noted the change in her face from the urgency it had previously shown, a serene glow of satisfaction now prevailed, having dominated and been sated by the lowly Rex. Ruby now showed urgency and tugged on his leash, jerking him back in the direction of the bedrooms; the others laughed as Rex was led back for immediate further domination, his cock dribbled as he thought of the ginger cunt which awaited him. Ruby smiled with deviant pleasure as she suddenly diverted Rex toward the toilet.



“You’ll have the first part of your introduction here; I so need to relieve myself; front and back!” Rex’s cock dribbled as he guessed at what Ruby’s departments in training would be; he now had more than a clue as he heard the laughter of the women behind him.



Ruby’s heels clacked on the cold tiled floor as the supremely dominant woman strutted to the toilet pan; Rex’s cock was rigid as he viewed the stern figure of the mature and curvaceous redhead as she removed her tight skirt and let her sodden panties drop to the floor, she smiled victoriously as his eyes were transfixed by her creamy white cunt, moist and shaven except for a dash of carefully trimmed bright ginger hair above it. She then turned, bent slightly and held her ass cheeks slightly apart; the beautiful light brown pucker between the soft alabaster cheeks had Rex yearning to come.



“Come and sniff at how excited you’ve made me on watching your tears as I gave you a small taste of my dominance with the cane.” Rex did not hesitate in lifting his head and sniffed eagerly at the delicious honeyed tang of her anus, blending sweetly with the highly scented aromas from her aroused and dominant cunt. She rubbed her asshole on his nose, sensing his complete submission to her, making her cunt ooze all the more in triumph.



“You shall be allowed to lick my cunt and asshole, after I have spiced things up a little for you. I shall teach you toilet etiquette, and general worship of cunt and asshole. Your tongue and taste-buds will know that their prime function is to service all females correctly and efficiently. You will taste my shit for the first time today and you will come to desire its taste like nectar, and you will have the same desire with all women. On further sessions you will be treated to watching me fucked by George, who is a real male; he will then have the pleasure of watching you lick his more worthy semen from my cunt and asshole; like many women, I have a weakness for the services of a large cock on occasion, but George is aware I am in complete control at all times. I allow him this discretion to both sate my weakness and exert my absolute dominance over the male being broken. You will learn to love the taste of a worthier male’s semen, and your mistress and her maid will delight in utilising the services of males this way, knowing you are ready to service them following satisfaction.



Ruby smiled and squeezed her bladder, while Rex’s cock perked and his anus clenched hard on the vicious plug, as he watched the delicious creamy white cunt bulge. Ruby smiled and sighed as a trickle of golden piss turned into a stream, which she squirted with satisfaction; she loved introducing new males to toilet training, the level of eagerness shown in licking clean her dripping cunt indicated the ease with which they may be dominated completely. Ruby delighted in keeping Rex waiting as she finished her stream and pumped her bladder several times to ensure it was empty; each pump allowing Rex to watch her cunt bulge and jet hot urine through the delicious flaps of her labia, which he would be treated to shortly. She sneered down at him as she moved forward on the toilet seat and spread her thighs wide; she pointed down to his prize.



“You will now lick my cunt thoroughly clean; you will put every effort into ensuring you complete the task to my satisfaction with your initial attempt, else you will feel my cane again when we retire to my bedroom to sign your agenda.” Rex was in no danger of receiving the cane on account of the stern woman’s delectable flower; he shivered with a new submissive tingling feeling in his stretched anus as he leaned forward in total obedience, first sniffing at the glorious feminine fragrances which wafted from the delicious ginger-topped cunt. The golden droplets suspended from the mature domina’s labia might just as well have been nectar; his cock was rigid as he lovingly lapped at the salty warmth of her cunt, richly seasoned with the taste of her arousal. Ruby sighed with pleasure as Rex’s warm tongue caressed each fleshy fold of her excited cunt and worked its way up to her now prominent clitoris; though the dominant redhead was now eager to come, she wished to do so by other means, courtesy of her new pupil in the comfort of her bedroom. She still had another toilet task for him, which would truly put him in his place; this would excite her further and enhance her orgasm later, Rex however, would be denied relief from Ruby on this occasion.

I heard her voice from the bathroom as she was getting ready for bed.



“I’ve got a new toy for us, Angel,”



I was lying in bed, naked, when she came walking out naked. Naked except for the 10-inch black, strap-on dildo that was protruding proudly from her lower stomach.



She smirked at whatever look crossed my face when I saw it.



“Do you like it?”



I knew better than to say anything but, “Yes, Mistress.”



We hadn’t talked about this. She loved humiliating me, but this was new. She tossed me a tube of lipstick. Her voice turned from playful to domineering.



“Put this on for me, bitch.”



I applied it like she had taught me, running the tube of bright red lipstick across my lips, then smacking them together.



She liked that. She liked watching me become her submissive.



“I’m glad you like our little toy,” she said. “Why don’t you get down on your knees and kiss it?”



I was on my knees and kissing the head of her black cock, kissing up and down her new shaft.



“You’re so eager, bitch. Do you want to suck it too?”



I nodded, careful not to take my lips off her cock.



“Such a good girl, but I don’t know. How do I know you want it bad enough? Beg me, bitch.”



She grabbed a handful of my hair and roughly pulled my head back and down, forcing me to look up at her face with that huge cock in between us.



“Please let me suck your cock, Mistress?”



I tried to sound as hungry for it as I knew she wanted me to be.



She laughed. That told me it would take more persuasion than that to please her enough to stick her cock in my mouth.



“Please make me your little bitch? I am such a nasty little whore. I need your big cock to fill my throat.”



She liked that much better. Her hand released my hair and cupped the back of my head. She guided my lips to her cock.



“Make me feel good,” she said.



It was strange feeling the shape of a cockhead pass my lips and feeling the veins in her plastic cock sticking out against the corners of my mouth. I took her deeper before I felt her thrust her hips. Her cock caught me in the back of the throat.



I gagged into the cock in my mouth.



The sound of me gagging seemed to turn her on. Both hands now cupped the back of my head as she began thrusting in and out. I pushed back on her hands, but there was no give.



She was fucking me faster and harder, barely giving me enough time to recover before she thrust her large, black cock into the back of my throat again. I could feel saliva drooling down my chin as I tried not to choke.



I’m not sure how long she kept it up, but it seemed like forever.



Finally she slowed her strokes, pushing it slowly against the back of my throat. At just the point I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore she would stop. She just let it sit there, letting my throat adjust. Then, she pushed just a little further, repeating the process.



Finally, she pulled it out, as I gagged toward the floor and tried to regain feeling in my abused throat.



“That was so good,” she purred. “Now I need to do something for you.”



I wasn’t really even in the mood to cum, but that wasn’t what she had in mind anyway.



“What do good little bitches want after they’re done giving head?” she asked. “They expect their little pussies to get fucked.”



She could see me trying to process this and laughed again.



“Since you’re already on your knees…”



She got behind me and bent me down on all fours.



“You’re such a bitch,” I heard her say under her breath.



I wasn’t ready for what was about to happen.



I heard her apply lube and then her cock was pushing up against me. I reflexively tightened, and she left it there until she felt me relax.



“Be a good girl,” she said.



I tried not to think about it as I felt her huge phallus pushing into me, then it got past a certain point and just slipped right in.



She let it sit there a minute, and I hoped that would be enough.



But then I felt her hands grab my hips, and she began thrusting. Slowly at first, then her hips picked up a rhythm that left me gasping for breath. I could hear the sound of her pounding into me. Her fingers leaving marks on my skin as her nails broke the skin.



It was a blur as I tried to stay stable on all fours, feeling her take me and use me.



When she was done she gave one last thrust and then suddenly pulled it straight out of me.



She leaned over me as I collapsed on the ground.



“Thank you, bitch. You’re a good fuck,” she whispered into my ear. “I can’t wait to have you again.”

The dog cage was always uncomfortable to sleep in. Sure there was a dog bed inside, however it just barely was big enough to fit me when I laid in the fetal position. My mistress had placed a ball gag in my mouth and locked me up the night before as a punishment for talking back to her. It was dark. The cage was in the corner of her bedroom and she always threw a silver-lined black sheet over the cage to prevent me from seeing outside of it. To make my punishment worse she had played with herself before she fell asleep, for a good hour or longer. This time she had made a point to be exceptionally loud to arouse me and tease me, she moaned my name and growled under her breath about how she wished I was a good enough pet to deserve to fuck her. I had to resist the urge to touch myself, I knew that if I gave in I would surely make myself cum and she would find it in the morning and increase my punishment. After she finished I was able to get to sleep.



In the morning she gracefully stepped over to the dog cage and lifted the sheet off of it, letting light come through. I was laying curled up, naked except for my collar and the leather straps around my wrists and ankles. She ran her finger across the small metal bars of the cage, making enough noise to startle me and wake me up.



“Good morning pet,” she said softly with a grin on her face, “did you enjoy listening to me last night?” She urged me over to the side of the cage and unfastened my ball gag from the outside.



“Yes mistress, I did enjoy it. I always enjoy hearing you please yourself.” I said bashfully, unsure of what her reaction may be.



“Good pet. You better not have touched yourself though, if I find any cum stains in that cage you’re going to be in chastity for two weeks.”



“No ma’am I did not cum. I wanted to but I did not.” I said, looking up into her eyes. I sat up with good posture, folding my legs.



“I’m having a friend over today pet. I want you to keep her entertained for me, can you do that?” she asked me as she looked through her keyring for the key to the cage.



“Yes mistress, I can keep your friend entertained. Is she a domme like you?”



She laughed, unlocking my cage and swinging the door open, “Yes pet, she is a domme like me. I have been training her, and I’m going to let her take you for a spin. I insisted that she be as cruel as she wishes, however knowing her she will be too kind to you. I’m going to stay with you both to ensure that you get what you deserve. This will be a treat for you, but your ass still needs to pay me for your disrespect, remember?” She smiled at me and curled her finger signalling me to crawl to her.



Without a word I crawled out of my cage to her feet. “You may kiss my feet if you wish pet.” Without hesitation I pressed my lips against the tops of her feet and kissed them softly, going back and forth between each foot. I craved to show my affection to her and she could tell by how I savored the moment. She interrupted my kisses by firmly snapping her riding crop against my bare ass. “That is enough pet. If you behave yourself today I will let you kiss my clit before bed tonight.”



She fastened a leash to my collar and led me through the house to the front door, instructed me to kneel by the front door until her friend arrived. My mistress sat across the room on the couch, reading the newspaper while keeping an eye on my back side periodically.



Half an hour later the front door opened and her friend walked through, she was a beautiful blonde dressed in a leather corset, stockings, and heels. She couldn’t have been much older than 20. She wore bright red lipstick and smelled of flowers. Without saying a word she walked up to me, grabbed my head and pushed my face into her crotch. She was wet, and was almost smothering me inbetween her legs. “I’m going to have some fun with you today” she said as she grinded her mound against my nose through her panties. She withdrew and slapped me across the face, “I heard you disrespected your mistress. Is this true?” she said to me sharply.



“Yes ma’am, I did disrespect my mistress and I am going to correct it.” I said, looking up to her.



She slapped me across the face again. “You do NOT have permission to look me in the eyes, slave. You do that again and you’re going to regret it. Damn straight you are going to correct your disrespect, do you not realize how lucky you are to have such a caring mistress?” she asked, grabbing me by the face and turning my head to my mistress who was still sitting on the couch.



“Yes I understand how lucky I am to have her. Please don’t slap me anymore.” I begged her.



“You may address me as Miss Sarah, slave. Now, turn around and put your ass up in the air for me.” She commanded.



I obliged her, sticking my ass out for her. She grabbed a small paddle that my mistress had conveniently placed on the coffee table, and took a seat on a chair across the room from my mistress. “You’ve got a nice ass slave boy, why don’t you crawl over here to me and let me try out this paddle on you?” I followed her command and crawled to her. “Come now, put your face back inbetween my legs, I want you to feel how wet this makes me while I paddle your cute ass.” I put my face inbetween her legs and she leaned forward and began to spank me. She was gentle at first, however she did not stop until my ass was bright red and I was moaning with each stroke. “Aw, does it hurt slave? I’ll give it a break for a minute. Why don’t you put that tongue of yours to good use?” she said as she moved her panties to one side to give me access to it.



In the meantime my mistress had stepped over to me and she gently rubbed lotion on my back side, then began to lube my butthole up. I tongued Miss Sarah’s pussy while my mistress pressed her fingers inside of me. I gasped when I felt my ass being stretched past my usual threshold; she was penetrating me with a larger plug than usual. I continued to service Miss Sarah, gliding my tongue over her clit as she ran her fingers through my hair. Miss Sarah had gotten the small paddle back out and began to lightly tap it against my ass to distract me from the belt that my mistress had grabbed. Out of nowhere I felt the strap against my ass, she really laid into me. I tightened my asshole against the plug and pushed my face harder against Miss Sarah’s sopping wet cunt.



“I told you your punishment wasn’t over pet, you get this out of the way then you’ll have your fun.” My mistress said to me, winding back for another blow. Smack! The belt hit me again and I cried out in pain. I continued to take the strap for another few minutes until my mistress felt I had had enough, and I was ordered to stand up.



I was then blindfolded while the dommes prepared my reward. Moments later I felt warm breath against the head of my cock, and I twitched, wanting to thrust forward but knew I must stay still. I couldn’t see a thing, but I felt her warm lips wrap around my cock and begin to suck me off very slowly. I felt her tongue rolling against the head of my cock and it was almost too much to bear. Then, I felt hands on my back thighs and they began to pull the plug out of my ass slowly. Still with one mouth around my cock I felt another mouth kissing my thighs, and fingertips against my balls. I’m unsure who was doing what, but I felt my ass cheeks being spread apart and my asshole being kissed. She stuck her tongue inside of me and lapped at my eager hole while gently rubbing my balls. I just stood there being in complete bliss. I had two beautiful dominant women completely worshiping me and it was too much! Right before I came they both withdrew, leaving my writhing in ecstasy.



A ball gag was placed in my mouth and secured. Still blindfolded I was led back to my mistress’ bedroom. “I’m so sorry dear pet, but I do hope you learn your lesson from this. You will not get to cum today, in fact, you’re going to spend the rest of the day in the dog cage unfortunately. Please think twice before you disrespect me again, think about the pleasure I am able to offer you and so easily take away if given a reason to.” She took my wrists behind my back and locked the leather straps together. “I know it will be impossible for you to resist touching yourself without restraint this time, after the pleasure you just received, so consider this a favor. Now, get back into your cage.”



Blindfolded, gagged, and restrained, I laid in my uncomfortable cage while the two women looked over me. “He looks so poor and pathetic,” said Miss Sarah, “I feel kind of bad for him, look at his cock… he is still so hard!” My mistress took her attention away from me and asked Miss Sarah to join her in the other room.



I laid there miserably. It was the middle of the day and I couldn’t to anything except listen to the muffled moans Miss Sarah and my mistress pleasuring each other a few rooms away.

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