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Stacy was a very successful rep of Metropolitan Agency. She quickly made a name for herself thanks to being a tall attractive blonde, and due to her aggressive outgoing can do attitude. She took pride in looking great for a 32-year-old woman. She had a sexy body maintained by working out religiously. She had light blonde shoulder length hair, great curves, a fuzzy well-trimmed blonde pussy, and supple C cup breasts. Stacy had thick nipples as wide as dimes centered in plum sized areolas, which always drove her husband and her past boyfriends wild. Despite Stacy’s working out frequently, she still had a little bit of a beer belly which she hated, but hid it as best she could with the form fitting clothing she liked to wear.



Stacy wasn’t without her share of enemies at Metropolitan Agency. She stepped on many toes on her way to success, and in many cases she could be a total bitch on wheels. There wasn’t one person in the office where she worked that didn’t want to put Stacy in her place. Despite being extremely successful in her job, Stacy was a notorious gossiper and back stabber. This was about to catch up with her and change her life forever.



Ryan (Stacy’s office manager) came in early Monday morning as usual to get on top of his agency’s business for the week. He was surprised to find a large sealed manila colored package on his desk. Not entirely sure what it was and having a number of things to attend to, Ryan set the package aside and got started on getting his to-do’s in order. About two hours after everyone got into the office Ryan got around to the mysterious package and opened it up. At first he was unimpressed as he saw simply a stack of papers upon opening the package. Once he pulled them out he saw that they were printed out copies of emails and instant message conversations. Upon reading some of them he noticed that they were all written by Stacy and her friends, and were scathing emails about Ryan, Stacy’s co-workers, their clients, and personal secrets about Ryan and the rest of his team.



Ryan was so upset that he was trembling at his desk. He thought “Oh my God! How could she do this to us!”



It took Ryan an additional hour to cool off enough and think about what he was going to do before stepping out of his office and addressing his employees.



Ryan walked to the center of the office and greeted his staff all at once. “Everyone, I think we have been growing apart over the past year as a group and we need to take a day to have a team building exercise. I’ll schedule a meeting this afternoon so we can plan a fun day for all of us tomorrow.”



Stacy remembered she had an appointment this afternoon. “Ryan, Could you schedule the meeting before 3 pm today? I have a doctor’s appointment today and I need to leave at 3 today to get there on time.”



Ryan retorted, “Thanks for letting me know. I’ll work it out.” With that Ryan returned to his office. He decided that he would schedule the fake meeting at 2 pm and then secretly schedule the real meeting shortly after 3 and invite everyone but Stacy to attend. Ryan was feeling blood flush into his cock as he thought about setting up a big surprise for that backstabbing bitch Stacy.



Right on time as the fake meeting was coming to a close, Stacy got up abruptly, grabbed her purse and effects and headed for the door. To every man’s fortune on her team, her breasts jiggled and bounced wildly as she quickly made her way to the door. “See you all tomorrow guys and gals!” She was genuinely excited about the fun day tomorrow.



After she left, Ryan quickly shifted gears and brought out copies of the gossip and back biting emails Stacy had written about him, all her co-workers, and their clients. Janie, Randy, Steve, Chet, Matt, John, and Alison were blown away. Janie exclaimed, “She’s always so mean to us, how could she do this! Augh!” Everyone was getting upset. Ryan quickly began talking to them about what they were going to do to make this right. It was critical that they all work together on this or it was going to fail and blow up in their face in a very bad way…



That next morning Ryan quickly got set up in the conference room so that he was seated facing the room’s doorway at the far side of the table. As his staff trickled in he waited for Stacy to arrive and quickly called her into the conference room. “Stacy, can you join me in the conference room please?”



Stacy just got in and really needed to pee following her commute in to the office. “Ryan I need to use the restroom and I’ll be right with you.”



“Stacy, this will just take a second. Get in here, I need to run something by you, and then you can go visit the girl’s room.” Ryan replied.



“Uhhhhh. Alright Ryan. What’s up?” Stacy said as she came in, closed the door and took a seat across from Ryan.



Ryan couldn’t believe his luck. Stacy was wearing a cute kaki skirt that ended a few inches above her knees, and a low cut cream-colored top that accentuated her very interesting cleavage.



“I need to you quickly look at these and tell me what you think.” Ryan said as he handed over some of the printed emails Stacy had written.



At that point Alison walked by the conference room window and with an evil grin, waved to Ryan and gave him a thumbs up indicating that Stacy had left her car keys and her cell phone on her desk and were now well out of Stacy’s reach.



Stacy excitedly looked at the documents thinking that Ryan was trying to get some professional advice from her. When she saw what the printed documents were she froze with her face looking down on the table. “Ahhh. I don’t know. How did you get…”



Ryan was out of patience and BAM! Slammed his hands down on the table yelling, “How could you do this to us Stacy?! HUH?! You treat everyone here like shit half the time, and then you have to go and stab us in the back and betray our confidence and the confidence of our clients?!



Stacy lost control of her bladder for an instant and peed herself briefly before she composed herself and stopped the flow of urine into her panties and skirt. She hoped that her piss didn’t soak through the back of her skirt. Her face was turning many shades of red and she didn’t know what to say. “I. I. I. I’m sorry Ryan. Ahh.” She couldn’t look him in the eye being so embarrassed that she got caught in her backstabbing and she now realized that she had peed herself more than she thought.



Stacy finally shakily brought her head up and looked at Ryan. She noticed that his pupils suddenly dilated and his tone changed. “I’ll tell you what we’re going to do. We are having the team building fun day, and you are going to be our team building Fuck Slut project for the day today.” Ryan said with a smile as he rose to his feet.



Stacy could see that Ryan’s cock was already erect and restrained within his pants.



She shot up from her seat, barely murmuring “I’m out of here.” Turned and made her way to the closed door.



Ryan noticed a dark wet spot about the size of a softball on the back of her skirt. “Oh my God I made her piss herself!” Ryan thought with glee.



Stacy quickly noticed that the entire staff was crowded around the conference room as she tried to scurry out of the room.



“What the Hell are you all doing out here!” She yelled at them as she began pushing her way through them to get to her desk and escape.



“Grab her!” Ryan exclaimed as he came out of the conference room.



Randy and Alison quickly grabbed Stacy on each side by her arms and pulled her back around to face the center of the crowded circle her co-workers had formed around her.



Janie walked up to Stacy so close that Janie’s breasts pushed into Stacy’s. She slowly exhaled a hot breath into Stacy’s face, looked down at their touching pairs of breasts and looked back up into Stacy’s eyes. “We are going to use your whole body to make us feel good Stacy.”



Janie grabbed Stacy by the hair on the back of her head and kissed Stacy full and on the lips for what seemed like forever, and then ran her wet saliva covered tongue in a big long swipe across the left side of Stacy’s face from her chin to her eyeball.



Stacy began to sob uncontrollably and exclaimed, “You. You can’t do this!”



“We are doing this.” Ryan retorted. “We have to work together here people. Let’s get Stacy out of those clothes. Randy, Alison, hold her. The rest of you start on getting her out of that piss stained skirt” Ryan laughed out loud after he said that.



Stacy began struggle to get free. Janie quickly slapped Stacy as hard as she could across the face as Steve and John each promptly grabbed one of Stacy’s ankles immobilizing her legs.



Ryan pulled out an orange ball gag and tried to get it into Stacy’s mouth. “No way! Mmm mmmm!” Stacy closed her mouth tight not letting Ryan insert the ball gag. Matt stepped forward and gave Stacy a quick jab into her stomach.



“Huhhhhhnnn!” Stacy exclaimed and Ryan popped the ball gag into her mouth quickly buckling it tight behind the base of Stacy’s head. “Ahhhnnnnnnnn!” Stacy moaned around the ball gag now intrusively stuck in her mouth.



“That’ll shut her up for now.” Ryan and Matt said almost simultaneously. ” Now, strip her.” Ryan commanded.



Matt and Janie began to undo the buttons and zipper of Stacy’s skirt and jointly pulled the garment down over Stacy’s curvy tan hips down to her ankles. Steve and John switched up their grip of Stacy’s legs and pulled her skirt completely off leaving Stacy’s with only her lacy light yellow thong panties covering her pussy. They then stood up and began to work Stacy’s top up over her supple C cup boobs.



Randy and Alison forcibly lifted Stacy’s arms up and allowed Janie and Matt to slip Stacy’s top over her head and off of her body.



Stacy now stood, gagged, held by four of her coworkers wearing only her lacey light yellow bra and thong panties, her jewelry, and her high-heeled shoes. With that Randy and Alison thrusted Stacy forward with a shove causing her to crumple immediately to the floor. Steve and John, still holding Stacy’s ankles, now swiftly took off Stacy’s high heeled shoes and released her letting Stacy get up on all fours.



Stacy was mortified, she felt totally vulnerable, and still had to pee something terrible. “Nnnnnnaaaaaaahhhh.” She murmured around her ball gag as a stream of her saliva began pouring out over her lower lip and hung nearly all the way to the floor.



“Stacy, I know how you think this office is a boys club.” Ryan chimed in, “Well, Alison and Janie are now honorary guys in the ‘Boys Club’. They are going to use you today just like any of us men will. What do you think about that bitch?”



Alison stepped over Stacy’s back with Stacy still on all fours on the floor and undid Stacy’s bra, letting it fall to the floor around Stacy’s hands. Stacy quickly grabbed the bra, got up onto her knees and tried to bring the bra back up over her tits to cover herself. The saliva streaming out of her mouth swung back and splatted against her chest and tummy. Steve in a flash reached in between Stacy’s hands cupping her concealed breasts and pulled the bra away from her. In a token effort Stacy tried to reach out to get some of her last clothing back, but to no avail.



“Look at the thick nipples on that bitch you guys!” Steve said. “They gotta be as wide as pennies and a half inch tall! Shit that is hot!



Stacy being on her knees now looked around and saw that her co-workers were either nude or in some state of undress. Every penis she saw was fully erect and bobbing to the blood pumping into the shaft. Janie and Alison were now nude as well and both had one of their hands parting their fleshy vulvas and rubbing their clits as they gazed back at Stacy who was now wearing only her panties.



Stacy tried to stand up but was shoved forward again, this time by Chet. “Where are you goin’ Fuck Slut? We haven’t even started with you yet.”



Stacy was back on all fours again, and Chet wasted no time. SMACK! He slapped her right butt cheek as hard as he could and Stacy toppled to the floor. Chet, Janie, and Randy grabbed for Stacy’s panties so quickly that the panties tore apart in two places as they were pulled off of her limp body revealing her trimmed fuzzy blonde hair covered pussy.



The shock of being slapped so hard and the force of her panties being torn off of her body were too much for Stacy and she began to pee on the floor right were she lay almost motionless naked on the carpeting.



“Oh my! You dirty little slut! Look at you. You pissed yourself right there on the floor. Ahha ha ha ha!” Ryan exclaimed and he and the rest of the team laughed at Stacy now crumpled, naked and gagged laying before them on the floor. Ryan crouched down next to Stacy and reached in between Stacy’s legs at the base of her ass cheeks and ran his fingers up and down her bare pussy lips. Stacy let out muffled whimpers as Ryan’s hand explored Stacy’s meaty labia. Stacy was horrified that her pussy was responding to this humiliation by becoming drenched with her slippery juices. Ryan readily discovered that Stacy was very wet as his fingers quickly slipped in-between Stacy’s labia and easily into her vagina. “Holy shit gang, looks like our little whore is ready for some action! She’s wet! You love being a dominated fuck slut don’t you?”



With everyone now naked, Ryan looked over at his staff, “Steve, John, pick our Fuck Slut here up, take her over to her desk and lay her over the top. I want us to be able to fuck her both ends at the same time. Know what I mean?” He finished with a wink. “Hold on guys.” Ryan said as John and Steve were walking and dragging Stacy over to her own desk by holding by her arms and armpits. Ryan came around to face Stacy grabbed her by the chin and lifted her face up so that she was looking him in the eye. “Do you know what you are? You’re our Fuck Slut today.”



He continued to hold her face looking at her, “What are you?”



“Mmmmmmmmnnnn” was all Stacy could muster through her drool covered ball gag.



SMACK! Ryan slapped Stacy across the face. “What are you?”



SMACK! He slapped her again. “What are you!?”



Ryan with both his hands grabbed both of Stacy’s nipples and gave her a double titty twister. “WHAT ARE YOU!?”



“Aaaaaahhoooooooooooowwww! IMmmmm mour muck mut!” Stacy screamed through her ball gag causing an exceptionally large amount of her spit to ooze out onto her chin and onto her chest and tits.



“You’re going to do everything we tell you too aren’t you Fuck Slut.” Ryan added as he twisted Stacy’s big nipples again. “Understand?”



Stacy nodded and whimpered “Nnnnessssshhh!”



Ryan released the buckle holding Stacy’s ball gag tight in her mouth and pulled the gag out of her mouth. Without looking he handed it off to Janie who brought Stacy’s ball gag to her mouth and gave it a lick while Stacy was watching her.



“Now, what are you?” Ryan said looking at Stacy’s trembling eyes.



“I’m your fuck slut.” Stacy whimpered.



“What was that?” Ryan retorted.



“I’m your FUCK SLUT!” Stacy cried.



“You’re going to do everything we tell you to aren’t you Fuck Slut?” Ryan said with an evil grin.



“Yes.” Stacy murmured.



“You heard it here folks! Alright Steve, John get her over on that desk on her back so that her legs and ass cheeks hang over one side, and her head hangs over the other. We’re going to plow our little office fuck slut from both ends. When your not fuckin’ or getting sucked off by our little fuck slut here make sure you are taking lots of pictures. We’ll need some collateral to keep this bitch under control.”



Steve and John flopped Stacy down over her own desk mere feet away from her cell phone and car keys. “Ryan, you’re the one! Go ahead and be the first one to split that slut pussy.” Steve said as he positioned himself over Stacy’s face opposite of Ryan. “Suck me bitch!” Steve said and he guided his cock in between Stacy’s reluctant spit covered lips.



Not wanting to get roughed up further, Stacy gave in and began to suck Steve’s hard cock. She felt Ryan’s penis push in between the cheeks of her fuzzy vulva. Her wet pussy lips suddenly parted and Ryan’s cock slid into her wet pink love hole. Ryan paused mid thrust, put his hands behind Stacy’s knees, lifted up her legs, drew his cock back and slammed it in Stacy’s pussy all the way to the hilt. “Yeah! Oh my God this feels good. Oh my God! Damn!” Ryan yelled out.



It wasn’t long before Stacy saw Steve’s balls suddenly contract up toward his body. “He’s going to shoot his cum in my mouth!” She thought.



“Ahhhh! Yeah! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!” Steve exploded a huge load into Stacy’s mouth. With each thrust of his cock into her mouth cum pushed out around his cock and ran down her face into her nostrils and toward her eyes, ears, and hair.



Stacy couldn’t believe it; she never had such a large amount of cum blasted into her mouth. She thought Steve shot almost ten big long streaks of cum into her mouth.



Ryan roared out loud in triumph as he literally filled Stacy’s pussy with his cum. As he withdrew a huge slug of cum sloppily fell out followed by more of Ryan’s cum pouring out of her pussy and over her asshole before dripping to the floor.



Randy quickly replaced Steve in Stacy’s mouth causing Stacy to gag on his cock and pushing more jizz and spit from Stacy’s mouth out onto her face into her nose, eyes, and hair. Matt moved in replacing Ryan and quickly slid his cock a few times into Stacy’s pussy. He then lifted up Stacy’s legs but flopped them both over his right shoulder holding them both with one arm, and guiding his cock with his free hand.



“I’m going to blow this fuck slut’s asshole out. Watch this Stacy, you fucking bitch!” He then withdrew from her pussy and began to press his pussy juice covered dickhead against Stacy’s tight semen covered asshole. With both her asshole and Matt’s dick being so slippery, Matt pushed his hard cock right in there. “Oh man this slut’s asshole is tight! Ahhh! Fuck!”



Stacy exclaimed in pain “Gluck Gluck Ooooowww Gluck Gluck!” and tried to squirm away from Matt invading her ass with his hard cock. Janie and Alison crowded over Stacy and began to slap her tits as they were flopping around and around as Randy and Matt raped her mouth and asshole.



“You’re not going anywhere Fuck Slut!” Alison chimed in as she abused Stacy’s tits with Janie. Janie and I are going to get a piece of you today too you whore!”



Before long Randy let out yell and shot his load of cum into Stacy’s mouth. Again Stacy was shocked to have such a large amount of cum blasted into her mouth. Randy pulled his cock from Stacy’s mouth and grabbed her by the chin and the back of her head. “Swallow my cum Fuck Slut.”



Janie reached out and pinched Stacy’s nose shut. “Do it you cum covered slut!”



Stacy had no choice. She swallowed every bit of Randy’s and Steve’s cum that was in her mouth, and opened her mouth and drew a breath. As she was breathing through her mouth Randy spit into her mouth and Janie spit onto her cum and spit covered face.



Janie came around and stood over Stacy’s face. “It’s my turn now to use that mouth, slut!” She lowered her pussy onto Stacy’s mouth. Lick my pussy you whore!”



Stacy was never with a woman before, in fact she was definitely not interested in having a sexual experience with another woman. Now, here she was being forced to eat the pussy of one of her office colleagues. Janie put her hands down under Stacy’s neck and pulled Stacy’s face up into her pussy. Stacy reluctantly stuck her tongue out and began to lick Janie’s pussy. Stacy worked on Janie’s clit for a bit and then went down to Janie’s vagina and used her tongue to move Janie’s juices up toward her clit. Stacy was surprised at how Janie’s pussy was making her tongue tingle, and how she was making Janie respond well to her tongue movements.



Matt couldn’t keep from cumming any longer in Stacy’s asshole. In one final stroke he drew back and then pushed is cock back into Stacy’s ass all the way to his balls and shot his load of cum deep into her ass. “Good God Man! Oooooh!” Matt exclaimed and withdrew leaving Stacy’s ass gaping open. Matt stepped back and let Stacy’s legs flop down tilting her ass back to the floor. With her ass tilted down, in seconds Matt’s huge load of cum was leaking out of Stacy’s stretched out asshole onto the floor.

The familiar smells of her house did little to reassure Ellie Sadler, as she crawled in a world of darkness and lust. He had her by her hair, dragging her along. Before he’d put the blindfold on her, Master had put a plug up her arse with a pink, protruding handle that curved upward like a pig’s tail.



She felt the plug pressing against her inner walls with each shuffle of her knees, reminding her of its presence, reminding her how ridiculous she must look.



Every fibre of Ellie’s naked body should be rebelling against the humiliation. Instead, the thrill of it ran straight to the nerves of her cunt. Her clit throbbed and her breathing came in shallow gasps.



Finally, a stronger jerk of her long hair came, and she fell onto her side.



His voice rang in her ears. His calm baritone, so capable of warmth and humour, sank now into dispassionate cruelty:



‘In position, now.’



She clambered onto her knees, hands on her head, chest pushed forward.



Listening keenly, she tried to make out where she was. She heard the low whir of a computer’s hard drive. Her study then?



His fingertips dug back into her hair, twisting her head back and around. His lips met hers hard, his tongue pushing forward for a savage, invasive kiss.



‘Stay kneeling,’ he said, breaking away, ‘and press your filthy face into the floor.’



Obeying quickly, she knelt with her back arched and the left side of her face pressed into the rough fibres of the carpet. She knew the view he would be getting: arse cheeks spread, cunt visible, her arsehole lewdly gripped around the obscene curves of a butt plug.



Without warning, she felt the thing being eased outward with a constant, unrelenting pressure. She gasped as it pressed at the tight ring of muscle and groaned as it popped free of her body.



‘Return to position, little slut.’



Something new pressed against her lips. Before she’d even realised it was a ball gag, the thing was jammed between her teeth, the straps fixed around the back of her head. Only then was the blindfold released.



It was her study. Her computer whirred away happily in standby, and she could just make out pen and paper on the desk, next to the big yellow copy of the Writer’s Handbook. This was her sanctuary. Her escape.



Then she noticed something that didn’t fit. On the floor, in the shadow by her desk, rested a red and white dog bowl. She stared at it with something like dread.



‘Interested, whore?’



She glanced up. His smile gleamed with savagery.



‘Want to see what’s inside?’



He nudged it forward with his foot. She still couldn’t quite see. His shoe – immaculate suede leather – pushed it forward another inch. Ellie frowned. Inside the red and white plastic dog bowl were two dozen pieces of folded up paper.



‘Think you’re a writer, do you, Ellie?’



She looked up in confusion. He picked up the fountain pen from her desk and dropped it at her knees.



‘You will learn, bitch, that everything you are belongs to me: your mind, your skin, your pen.’



A shudder danced a cruel waltz along her spine.



His voice turned soft, like he was speaking to a little child. ‘Pick up the pen, Ellie. We’re going to play a little game.’



She obeyed, the cool metal feeling foreign in her fingertips, so out of place with her current situation.



‘It goes like this,’ he said, talking with slow care. ‘You pick a piece of paper. I tell you a body part. And you write what it says, where I’ve told you to write it. Understand?’



Ellie nodded.



He slapped her. Then grabbed her by the throat. ‘I didn’t hear that, cunt!’



‘Guhh, gur-guhhh!’



‘Better,’ he said, and laughed. ‘Start now.’



The hand was gone from Ellie’s throat. She leaned down and picked up one folded piece. As she opened it he ordered, ‘stomach – to the left of your navel’.



The words were type-written, as cold and dispassionate as his voice.



She took off the top of the pen and dipped it onto her skin. Again, his hand lashed forward, but this time it landed gently, stroking at her hair.



‘My left, sweetie, not yours.’



Switching sides, and twisting awkwardly, she wrote the words that he had prepared for her:



I am Master’s dirty little fuck-slut.



The blue ink stained her skin. He kept stroking her hair and whispered in her ear, ‘mind and skin’. Without waiting for an order, she picked up another piece. Her fingers shuddered as she unfolded.



‘Right breast,’ he said.



She had to cup her breast with her free hand, as she wrote:



I am a piece of shit on my Master’s shoe.



Behind her, he stood. A few seconds later, the blow struck her back. The pain from the whip released the dam of emotion. She groaned into her ball gag, heart pounding, as reality struck her in a euphoric rush: he was making her defile her own body, demeaning herself with each stroke of ink.



‘Mind and skin, little girl.’



Sobbing gently, she picked the next piece of paper and then the next. Humiliation flowed out of her pen, saturating every inch of her flesh.



My body is nothing but a sex toy.



This slave is not worthy to lick Master’s arsehole.



I deserve to be beaten.



I’m a worthless whore who lives only for my Master’s cum.



As the pen rolled over her legs, her inner-thighs, her chest, Master’s whip dug into the skin of her back, punctuating each sentence with an extra dose of pain.



Tears rolled out of her eyes and down her cheeks, but Ellie knew she couldn’t deny the arousal that dripped down her thigh. Master would see it when he looked and her degradation would be complete.



As if thinking the same, Master’s foot connected with her back, shoving Ellie forward onto hands and knees. Yet instead of inspecting her, he used the new position to deliver five whip-blows to her arse with merciless speed.



A scream ripped from Ellie’s mouth.



‘What a dirty, useless little bitch. You need to look at yourself.’



With that, he grabbed her once more by her hair.



‘Walk!’



She staggered after him, as he dragged her into her own bathroom, facing the wall-length mirror.



‘Lean against it with your hands – arse out.’



Once she’d obeyed, his fingers pushed inside her cunt, without pause or subtlety. He toyed with that little slip of ridged skin an inch or so inside and another scream slipped out from her lungs.



‘So wet,’ he said. ‘Such a whore.’



He laughed loudly.



‘Now, look into the mirror.’ His fingers didn’t stop. ‘I have someone I’d like you to meet. She’s called Ellie Sadler and she’s a dirty fucking little slut. Just look at the filth she’s written all over herself.’



Even as pleasure swarmed her head, Ellie couldn’t help but look. Her skin was covered in obscenity, drenched in a humiliation she had scrawled all over herself. Shame rose in her heart. For she knew the reality. She knew the worst of it. Beneath the obscenity and the dirty words, Ellie was covered in truth.



She was her Master’s fuck-slut. She was everything she had written and would be till the day she died. Released by the shame and the truth, and shuddering under the ecstasy of his invading fingers, Ellie gave it all up.



And when she fell, knees weak from her orgasm, his strong arms caught her.



Like they always would.

the scars of love and pain we get
through whipping girls for long made wet
the gentle tear of scream and moan
made crystal clear from stunning bone
tangled sheets on thee I wed
blistered skin made soft and red
from I to thee to we to you
I bid this dream for us who knew



Part 1



1- Incoming



And there, buckled between the past and the future stood my love. Her blonde hair laid playfully down her back as she searched for me. Her blue eyes sparkled in anticipation. I could see her mouth silently whisper her concerns. From my seat at the baggage claim I sat spellbound. Here I was the master, completely enthralled by the pet. Her firm legs carried her to the information desk, and after a brief conversation I was summoned over the airport PA system. Me, summoned. An offense she will pay for, but there was time for that.



As soon as I stood she saw me. I couldn’t trust myself to move, even as she started towards me, I remained motionless. My desires had been bottled for so long. My needs have gone unfulfilled for what seemed like ages. And there, moving towards me with all the faith, trust, and yes even love, of a new born child, was my demon’s yin.



Our embrace was fierce, and our kiss even fiercer, it had been such a long time coming, and I had forgotten how well our bodies fit together. Her warm body and soft breasts pressed against me, made me hunger for her. I ached to take her right then. It took all of my self control to stop. Her hands ran up and down my back, and my hands slid down to her big ass and squeezed it hard. The soft moan that escaped her lips caused my cock to get harder than it already was. She could feel it through my pants and pressed her body up against it.



“I can’t wait to play with that,” she whispered. “I want to feel it deep inside of me, fucking me raw.” Her words didn’t shock me, it was what I wanted too. My love, my whore, my sweet sweet pet. Both of us could have stayed there forever, whispering the things we’ve been longing to say, reveling in the things we needed to hear. But better is to do than to say.



After finally separating we held hands and walked over to the baggage claim carousel. There was a smile on my lips, one rivaled only by the one I had the last time I was in her presence. She leaned against me and held my arm. I kissed the top of her hair and breathed in her scent. How I had missed her. My sweet little whore.



She had left Seoul a year ago and I had missed her every day she was gone. Those were very dark days. Ones I had barely survived. The madness that crept into me nearly destroyed me. But after some time a peace settled over me like a cool rain on a humid summer day, and I knew what I had to do. I had to plan. I had to plan for her return. And during my planning I learned something else. Something I had spent many sleepless nights praying for, and finally, when I had stopped looking for it, it came to me. Patience. I had finally mastered patience. Something I didn’t have when my pet and I last met. But I planned to show her my new skill with this tool named patience, brutally and often.



After some time we realized that her bags had yet to come off the conveyor belt. We stood there awhile longer, hoping we could get her bags and be on our way. But no such luck. The baggage claim attendant informed us that her bags were on the flight landing in about an hour and she could pick them up then. With nothing but the hotel room and the night’s activities in mind we were less than pleased.



Neither of us were hungry so we decided to walk around the terminal until her bags arrived. The entire time all we did was talk about our frustrations, and how we wanted to fuck each other senseless. But I had waited a year for this, one more hour wouldn’t hurt. Unless…



As we rounded a corner I noticed one of the men’s bathrooms was under construction. It looked like it was still accessible but there were warning signs posted all around it to keep people out. Walking over to it I found it unlocked. My pet looked at me curiously and asked me what I was doing. Without a word I grabbed her arm and pulled her in after me.



There were boxes of tile and tubes of caulking all over the counters and floor. Dust and plastic sheeting seemed to cover every inch of the place, and it was obviously deserted.



“What are we doing in here?” pet asked.



I turned her to face me and asked, “Why did they summon me over the PA system?”



“I was looking for you and couldn’t find you. I was worried that you didn’t make it-”



I slapped her, hard. “You didn’t answer me pet. Why did they summon me over the PA system?”



The slap had caused her hands to immediately go to her face. The fear and confusion in her eyes was delicious. “I- I- I-” she stammered. I could see the tears starting to well up in her eyes. I had let her training lapse for far too long.



“Whore,” I said. “I asked you a simple fucking question, and I expect a simple fucking answer.” I grabbed her by her hair and forced her face to the wall. Holding her head there I reached my other hand in front of her and grabbed her throat. “This is the last chance you will have to answer the question. Refuse to answer, or give the wrong answer, and you will deeply regret it.”



“Da-”



“Bitch that’s not my name. You do remember my name don’t you?” There wasn’t any physical change, I know it had to be completely internal, but right there before my very eyes she became my pet again.



“Sir I’m so sorry,” she cried “You were summoned over the PA system because I asked them to. I’m sorry Sir I won’t do it again.” Her beautiful blue eyes glistened with the tears at the corners of her eyes, her chest was heaving and her legs were trembling. I hadn’t been that aroused in a very long time.



I released her hair and throat and stepped back away from her. “Turn around whore, and get on your knees.”



As she was complying she asked, “Sir? Right here? There’s so many people out there and if one of them comes in-” she cut her sentence short when she saw the look on my face. I do not like to repeat myself and I do not like excuses. She will obey, and that’s all there is to it.



On her knees she is a sight. Those beautiful blue eyes looking up at me obediently, that soft hair laying down her back, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, and those thick lips just aching to take a pounding.



“Unzip my pants and pull out my cock,” I ordered. With a shaky hand, I couldn’t tell if it was from lust or from fear, she reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. When she reached in to pull out my cock her eyes got wide. I was already fully erect. Just the seeing her there on her knees is what did it to me. “Now whore, suck it.”



Slowly she wrapped her lips around the head of my dick and began to bob back and forth on it. I let her continue for a minute, praying she’d get it right but I was sadly disappointed.



I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her off of me, slapping her face I said, “Where the fuck did you learn to suck cock like that? Is that how those fairy fucks in Canada like their dick sucked? I know I taught you better than this pet. Now suck it right or I’m going to skull-fuck you until you puke all over yourself.”



She immediately went back to sucking me in earnest. Her head flying furiously back and forth, her tongue licking my shaft from the base to the tip. It felt so good. The way her lips wrapped around it and sucked it hard, the way her cheeks would expand as her mouth filled with my cock. But still, it wasn’t right.



“Hands behind your back and grab your wrists,” I ordered. “Now don’t you fucking move whore.” I grabbed the hair on the back of her head with both hands and began to fuck her mouth. The sloppy wet sounds filled the bathroom, and I wanted more. Slowly I inserted my cock all the way down her throat. The sounds of her gagging bounced off the bathroom walls. The way her throat would tighten around my dick every time she gagged made it feel so much better. I held it there for a few seconds then pulled out, letting her catch her breath. While she was heaving I slapped her again.



“This is what you like isn’t whore?”



“Yes, yes Sir.”



“You want me to fuck your face don’t you?”



“Yes Sir.”



“Beg me to fuck your face whore. Beg to feel my cock deep in your throat.”



“Sir please fuck my throat. Fuck my face and make me gag on your dick.”



I rammed my dick home into her open mouth, causing her to instantly gag. Holding it there I grabbed her throat and began to squeeze. The air was being cut off from both ends and her face was starting to turn red. Again pulling out to let her breath, she inhaled big deep breaths. What a beautiful sight she was, kneeling there on the floor, saliva dripping out of her mouth and onto the floor and her pants.



“Stand up whore.” Slowly she stood, her legs ached from kneeling on the floor and she was slow to rise. Too slow. Grabbing her throat I said, “Get the fuck up bitch. I don’t have time for this.” I pulled her up by her throat and slammed her into the wall behind her.



“Take off your pants and your panties and turn around.”



“Sir, please no,” she wailed. “Not here.”



“It’s not a suggestion pet.” Slowly she submitted and began taking off her pants and panties. When they were off she turned around.



“Now press your chest against the wall, reach back with both hands and spread your ass wide for me.”



When her ass was spread wide I took a couple of seconds to look at her dripping wet pussy and her tight little asshole. I wanted them both, I couldn’t decide which one to take. It had been so long since I had had either that the decision was difficult. But if you’re going to fuck a whore in an airport bathroom, you have to do it right.



I stepped up behind her and said, “Beg me to fuck you whore. Beg me to fuck your tiny little asshole with my thick cock.”



“S- s- sir please fuck my tiny asshole with your cock. Please fuck me, please sir.”



I put the tip of my dick right at her asshole. Just barely moving forward I entered her. Only the tip at first, she’d have to beg for the rest.



“Is this what you wanted pet?”



“Yes Sir.”



“Just the tip? You only wanted the tip? I thought you were a bigger whore than that.”



“I mean no sir, please, I want it all in me. Please fuck my ass.” Her breathing was coming in short gasps. Her hands and fingers were straining at her ass, trying to keep it wide. She knows how I like it.



“Well which is it pet? Did you want it all or just the tip?”



“All of it Sir, fuck me with all of it.”



I began to slide my cock inside of her again, not fast, but not too slow. Steadily I pushed my dick deep in her ass, until it was buried up to the hilt. She had raised up on her toes to try to ease the pain, once I was all the way in she said, “Ohmygodohmyfuckinggoditssodeep, so deep.”



I pulled slowly out of her until just the head was in, then slowly pushed it back in. Then again, then faster. I started building up a medium rhythm fucking her ass. I grabbed her hair and pulled her towards me. Painfully I pulled her hair, arching her back and causing her to cry out. “Is this what you wanted whore? My cock buried in your ass?”



“Yes- ugh, yes sir. Fuck my ass sir, fuck your whore.”



I began to slam into her ass hard. Brutally I fucked her. My hands in her hair pulling her head back to an astonishing degree, her ass spread wide by her own hands and me just hammering her asshole with all that I could.



Her screams and moans became louder and louder. My pet is one of those rare creatures that can have an anal orgasm, and there was a big one building.



“Are you going to cum whore?”



“Yes, yes, yes sir.” She cried out as I slammed into her especially hard and kept it there.



“Oh you are? You don’t ask permission anymore slut? You just come whenever you want?”



“No sir I’m sorry, pleaseletmecum, oh god sir pleaseletmecum.”



“Ok pet, you can cum.”



I began to fuck her hard again. I dropped my hands to her ass and used it to pull her ass onto my cock while I hammered her as hard as I could. Her orgasm came quick and violently.



She let out a loud “OH GOD” as she came. Her whole body began to shake and convulse. She was barely able to stand, in fact the only thing holding her up was my dick still in her ass. She tried to slide down the wall but I pulled her back up by her hair and pressed her flat against the cold tile.



“Now now pet, don’t go running off.”



I could feel the pressure starting to build in my balls and I knew I was going to cum soon. Her asshole was milking my cock while she came. Contracting all around it, and the sensation was incredible.



“I’m going to cum in your ass whore.”



With one last violent thrust I came. Holding my cock deep inside her I pumped my hot load into her ass. I leaned my full weight against her and pressed my hips as far forward as I could to get as deep as possible. It seemed like every drop in me came out in that load. Even before I pulled out it was already starting to drip down her thighs.



Keeping my cock inside of her I tried to catch my breath. Our strained breathing echoed off the walls and came back to us. I could feel her hot skin against my chest and her hair tickled my face.



I leaned forward and put my mouth to her ear and said “I love you pet.”



2- Promises



We exited the bathroom quickly. No one was around and pet looked relieved. I wouldn’t let her clean up, I wanted her to feel my cum sliding out of her ass the whole ride to the hotel, so her walk to the baggage claim desk was awkward at best.



I loved watching her squirm and move from one foot to the other as she talked to the baggage attendant. She was beautiful and completely mine.



The next flight had already landed and her bags were already on the carousel. After picking them up we headed out of the building.



The line for a taxi wasn’t too long but we still had to wait twenty minutes before we got into ours. The hotel wasn’t far so the ride was quick and uneventful. The whole time though we kept stealing glances at each other. Her face would get redder each time we made eye contact, and my smile would get bigger. She loves being dominated, in every sense of the word she loves it. And when I looked at her I not only saw a fuck-hole that bends and submits to my every whim, but also my love. How I had gone that long without her I still don’t know. Throughout the cab ride it was hard to believe that she was back, right there next to me. I could touch her legs and face. I could kiss her lips and smell her sweat. No more longing, no more sleepless nights laying in bed alone. My love, my pet was home.



During the cab ride my pet asked me, “Do you want to get something to eat first or just go to the hotel?” The way she rubbed her legs and stared at my crotch gave away her enthusiasm for the latter.



“Hotel is fine. We can eat later. I want you all to myself for awhile love.”



She smiled, happy and carefree she was. So beautiful sitting there next to me. Now exiting the cab and walking up the stairs to our room.



Before I could open the door she turned to me and hugged me tight. Still wearing her big grin she said to me, “Sir I promise this will be a night to remember.”



Hugging her back I said, “Pet I promise that you’re going to regret stepping foot in that room.”



Part 2



1- Pain



We were mauling each other and ripping at our clothes before the door to the room even closed. Her shirt, pants, bra and panties rested wherever I could throw them. My shirt had been removed but I had managed to keep my pants on.



She fell to her knees in the hallway and started working at the fly of my trousers. Finally we were alone, away from the eyes of the world and free to just explore, fuck and fantasize. I reached down and grabbed her hands and pulled her to standing saying, “Calm down my love, we have all the time in the world. I am here, you are here, and there’s nothing that can change that.”



With that I kissed her slow and deep. I did what I could to enjoy her smell and feel. Although my words had calmed her, they had not calmed me. I wanted to fold her in half and pound her pussy until my legs gave out or her screams grew hoarse, or both. But I had planned this for too long, I could not let that go to waste.



As we were kissing I started walking her towards the bed. Reaching down and wrapping my lips around her left nipple I sucked and nibbled on it and started squeezing her ass. I worked my mouth up her chest to her neck and ears. Giving loving kisses on her earlobes I whispered my many I love yous. Her hands were on my back rubbing my shoulders and pulling me tighter to her. My flesh against her flesh, my heart beating in time with hers. I had never been so in love.



I stopped and laid her gently on the bed. I began running my hands up her thighs and stomach, gently flicking my fingers over her clit and swollen pussy. With every passing second she was becoming more aroused and I loved it. Her skin was so soft and so smooth. Not a mark or blemish anywhere. A fresh canvas of pure white skin just aching to be painted. Thick strokes of red and purple bruises would do perfectly on her thigh, the sharp welts of a whip would look beautiful across her stomach and breasts. I could see it all, and it was a masterpiece.



I moved my body between her legs and began kissing down her stomach. Her body shivered with every kiss. Every stroke of my hand brought waves of pleasure down her spine and thighs. Her body plays the most wonderful music. I positioned myself with my head between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs and softly biting the skin next to her lips. I ran my tongue up the side of her pussy and slowly back down the other side, making sure to not touch her clit. Her body was responding more, and I could tell she wanted to feel my tongue buried in her, teasing, licking and sucking her to orgasm, but she would have to wait. All in due time.



Keeping my tongue away from her clit I started to trace long and slow circles inside of her. The sweet taste of her pussy filled my mouth and lit up my tongue. This, this was the taste I had been hungering for. So pure and so clean, her sweet pussy filled all of my senses and nearly drove me to end the charade and violently fuck her right then. The patience to do this was taking all of my willpower, but I would succeed, I had to.



Starting at the bottom of her lips I lightly drug my tongue up to her clit. I gave it a long slow lick before I started nibbling and sucking at it. Her clit responded, becoming thicker in my mouth. I loved the way it felt between my teeth, the way it caused her whole body to jump with just the slightest flick of my tongue.



She began moaning louder and holding my head in place. Her legs rose up and she tried to buck her hips up to get my tongue deeper into her. Slowly she was coming to orgasm. I could feel it. Like riding a bike I never forgot the way her body looked when she got close. The way her breathing would catch, her thighs would shake, her stomach would contract and the way she almost always tried to sit up. She was getting there. So close. I got her right to the edge, right to the top of the wave and held her there. I stopped licking her continuously and would just lick her clit a couple of times and then nibble her thighs. Never letting her cum, but never letting it back too far off.



Finally when she had almost had enough of being teased I moved up her body and positioned the bulge in my pants right at the opening of her wet vagina.



“I missed you so much my love.”



“Oh god I missed you too.” Her hands were kneading and clenching my back, pulling me close and trying to feel every inch of me all at once.



“I love making you cum pet. With everything that I am I love it.”



“Sir I want to cum, I’m so close.”



“Do you want to cum pet? Do you want to feel my cock slide into you? Deep into you?”

“Oh yes sir, I want to feel your cock in the deepest parts of me.”



I took her wrists in my hands and moved them up above her head. Holding them gently to the bed I said “I want to feel that too my love. Oh god I want to feel your warm wet pussy, I want to feel it swallow my cock.”



“Yes, yes I do too Sir, fuck me Sir, ohmygod fuck me.”



“But pet,” I said “You haven’t earned it.”



I pulled the restraints from under the pillow and quickly tied up her wrists. Before she knew what I was doing I moved down to her ankles and tied them up as well. I had gone to the hotel before I picked her up from the airport and had all my toys and restraints hidden throughout the room, just waiting.



Going around the bed and making sure the restraints were tight I said, “Whore, I am the one who decides when you cum, when you get fucked, and you do not ever tell me what to do. Do you understand?”



I had moved from the tender touch of a lover to the brutal presence of a master in almost record time and her head was swimming. In the seconds it took her to ponder a response I pulled the whip out from under the mattress and brought it down across her breasts, hitting both nipples.



With surprise and pain she shrieked. Ah there it was. The delicious sounds that sooth my soul, the screams and pleas of the bound and wounded. My this was almost too good.



“Do you understand?” I asked again.



“Yes Sir,” she responded. The surprise still showed on her face. It was cruel, I know it was cruel. To go from such a tender caress to the whip so quickly. But she hadn’t earned it. She would though, many times over.



“So the little cock whore wants to cum does she? Well love I will give you a chance right now to earn a night of tender passionate love. Would you like that chance whore?”



“Yes Sir please,” she begged.



“Now I will warn you, you have to be perfect in your answer to this question. You must answer me completely and leave nothing out. Do you understand?”



She thought about it for one second too long and I brought the whip down on her tits again. Harder this time. While saying, “Do you understand me whore?”



“GOD YES SIR. Yes Sir I understand I understand.” My pet strained at her bindings, trying to pull herself further away from me and my whip. But there was nowhere to go, and no way to escape.



“Ok pet, here is your chance. What are the rules?”



I can see her mind racing behind her eyes. It had been almost a year since I had even mentioned them, I had been saving that for just this moment. Her intense thoughts gave way to worry as I laid the whip down across her thighs and started to drag it up her body.



“Come now pet. You know this. What are the rules?”



“Um uh one is to never cum unless you say so. Uh um do what you say, and… always call you Sir?” The hope in her eyes was almost too much to bear. I’ll admit, she was close. But not close enough.



“Pet I’m very disappointed with you. I thought I had taught you so much better than that. I have let your training lapse for far too long, that’s my fault. I really have no one to blame but myself.”



Without another word I started to whip the inside of both of her thighs. I laid down the assault with fast and constant strokes. Two to the left thigh, one to the right, one to the left, three to the right. Her screams were wonderful. I hadn’t heard such beautiful music in so long. I moved to whipping her breasts, and then her stomach. Randomly alternating between her thighs, breasts and stomach, I began to paint a beautiful picture of welts and pain.



“Do you like it when I whip you pet?”



“Sir?”



“Don’t make me repeat myself whore, you know how I hate that.”



She was having a hard time catching her breath. The fresh welts on her skin were mesmerizing. The way her hair was laid across the mattress, the fierce intakes of breath, the strain against the restraints, “My God” I thought to myself “How did I ever get so lucky?”



“Yes Sir, I like it when you whip me.” Her blue eyes looked up at me almost in defiance. Almost as if she dared me to give her what she wanted. I was more than eager to oblige.



I slapped her face, then again. One cheek and then the other. “You like being fucked and beaten like a whore do you? You dirty little cock slut.” Slapping her again I brought the whip down violently across her pussy. I wasn’t prepared for the scream. My pet is a very vocal lover. She always had been, but this scream was all of those screams rolled into one. I actually had to take a step back, it was so loud.



I retrieved the ball gag from under the mattress and stuck it in her mouth, securing it around her head. “There, let’s try that again.” Again I brought the whip down hard across her pussy, catching her clit and her sensitive inner lips all at once. The gag muffled all of the sound. Her body arched and her eyes went wide, drool started forming at the edges of her mouth.



“Ah there we go pet, much better.”



Again and again I punished her body with the whip. From her neck to her knees I covered her in welts. At one point I ran my fingers across them, feeling the warm blood just underneath the skin, the heat from it radiating in all directions.



Her body was wracked with pain. The whip was working wonders, and it was such a beautiful thing to watch. I raised the whip up in my right hand and let her see it there. Holding it there for a few seconds I waited for her eyes to lock onto it, then I slapped her thigh with my left hand. My poor sweet pet didn’t even see it coming. Her muffled scream was delicious, I could feel it in my spine and around to my cock. I was harder than ever and my eyes were soaking up every second of this moment.



“Whore.” I said softly. “You’re doing great. Keep it up love.”



I tossed the whip across the room. I was done with it for now, it had served its purpose and it was time to move on. I walked around to the side of the bed closest to the door and opened the nightstand. I pulled out the silver nipple clamps and held them up to the light, inspecting them, letting her get a good look at them and letting her mind think the worst.



The clamps had a chain connecting them and a small heavy ball in the middle of the chain. They were beautiful, and was one of the many toys I never told my pet about.



I turned to her on the bed and looked down at her face. The lines of worry across her forehead almost made me relent. Almost. Without ceremony I clipped the clamp to her right nipple and one clamp to her left. Small grunts and groans escaped her throat and her breathing was starting to come faster again. I grabbed the small ball on the chain and pulled it slowly towards me. Her nipples began to stretch and a long scream built up in the back of her throat. I continued to pull until her nipples couldn’t go anymore, and then I pulled again. She was trying to move away from the pain, but with every tiny movement came more pain. She couldn’t escape it and her body was writhing on the bed. Her poor tortured nipples were starting to swell and her eyes began to tear up. Her screams weren’t coming as loud, but she kept fighting the restraints, anything to escape.



I let the chain slack and placed the ball between her breasts. She body instantly relaxed, as relief washed over her.



“Whore,” I said. “I am going to let you up. You will not move or do anything unless I say so. Do you understand?” She nodded yes and I began to untie her ankles and wrists. Grabbing her hand I pulled her off the bed to standing. The ball on the nipple clamps fell straight down and she winced in pain, almost bringing her to her knees. I stood there watching her to make sure she complied. She composed herself and stayed standing by the bed.



“Good girl. Now stay there.”



I walked over to the desk and pulled out the chair. It had a low back but a wide base, perfect for my intent. I pulled the chair out to the middle of the room and beckoned her over. I led her to stand at the back of the chair facing it.



“Now pet, I want you to stand right up against the chair, and bend over it grabbing the front legs.”



The chair was a perfect height to where she had to raise up on her toes to grab the front legs and still retain her balance. The ball from the chain on the nipple clamps swung just above the seat of the chair.



Using leather straps I had left in the dresser I cuffed her wrists and ankles to the chair, leaving her completely immobile. Stepping back to look at my handiwork I said, “Pet you look beautiful.” And she did. Her big ass was positioned up in the air giving me access to her completely. Her hair hung low on the ground and completely covered her face.



I stood next to her and took the ball gag out and grabbed her hair and pulled her head up as much as I could. Kneeling down I kissed her deeply. No matter what was said or what went on I loved this woman, and I needed her to know that.



The last item in the dresser was a leather belt. An inch wide and over four feet long it fit perfectly in my hand, and left the most wonderful marks.



“Pet,” I said. “Count.”



I slapped the belt across the back of thighs just below her ass. Instantly the shadow of the belt was visible. Pet’s scream was intense, she almost tipped over from trying to move away from the next blow that was sure to come. I looked at her and waited but she said nothing, she stayed there whimpering and gasping.



“Did you forget how to count whore?”



“N- No Sir. I- I- I’m s-sorry,” she panted. The blood was rushing to her head and the rough fabric of the chair was rubbing against the welts I left on her body just moments ago.



“Then fucking count. We’re starting over. Count.”



The belt hit her again in almost the same spot as the last time. After screaming she stuttered out, “O-one.”



Again I used the belt on her thighs, right above the knees this time, where the nerves are closest to the skin. And again she counted.



I alternated between her thighs and ass until she had counted all twenty of the strokes. What a good pet she was.



Laying the belt on the floor next to her I said, “You’re doing really well whore.”



“Thank you Sir, ” was her reply.



“Now I have something for you, a surprise of sorts.” I reached into the nightstand again and pulled out an anal plug three inches in diameter. Using the lube that was next to it I got it nice and slick and pressed it to her asshole.



“Oh god Sir please no,” she wailed. She was again straining to escape. Her wrists pulled at the cuffs that wouldn’t budge. I started to ease the plug into her ass, very slowly, watching her pink little asshole start to spread and try to contract around the plug that just seemed to grow bigger and wider.



About midway through, her screams were becoming too loud again. Stopping with the anal plug I retrieved the ball gag and reapplied it to her mouth.



I started working the plug into her ass again and at first it was a little easier. But when it got to the thickest part her body began to jump and squirm. Her muffled screams were constant, and even with the ball gag, almost deafening.



With a final firm push it was in. Her pink hole wrapped itself around the plug completely to where only the hilt of it was outside her body. Standing there for a few moments, I let her get used to the size and feel of it.



I stepped back from her and took off my pants. Finally I was going to have her. Her battered body strapped to the chair took my breath away. For a moment I stood there just staring at her fighting to get loose. Fighting to end the pain that she loved so dearly.



Pulling myself out of my reverie I lubed up my cock and shoved it violently into her wet pussy. She screamed with each thrust as I slammed into her violently. Not giving her a moments rest or time to adjust, I continued to pound her swollen and bruised pussy. I reached down and grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her neck back.



Her head pulled, almost unnaturally far back, the ball on the nipple clamp chain swinging wildly around and her asshole still flexing and contracting around the anal plug made me fuck her harder. I gave her no mercy in my fucking. I wanted release. The time for foreplay was over.



With one hand I began to slap her ass hard, leaving prints like turkey drawings done by school children all over it. With each slap, and each thrust, she would grunt and scream, muffled only by the ball gag still in her mouth.



“I know you want to cum whore. You like getting fucked like this and I know you want to cum.” More screams were her only reply.



“Go ahead pet, cum for me. Cum like the cock whore that you are.”



Almost instantly her body began to shiver. The orgasm was coming, my sweet cock slut was going to explode. It started in her legs and worked its way up her back to her shoulders. I released her hair and let it fall. The convulsions in her body were reaching their peak and soon she would erupt like a thousand volcanoes.



Right as her body went rigid I pulled the anal plug out of her ass, quick and violent. The ball gag did almost nothing to stifle the scream. It was loud and constant, painting the walls and ceiling with sweet release. I kept fucking her hard, now holding onto her ass for leverage and her body began to convulse again. Back to back she came, and while she was at the top of her second orgasm I came. I shot my load into her battered pussy with the force of a tidal wave. Every fiber in my body was electrified with the release of a year’s worth of pent up need.



I slumped over her still shaking body and tried to catch my breath. Finally able to do so I untied her from the chair and took off her ball gag and the nipple clamps. Pet had to lean against me to maintain her balance and I led her over to the bed, laying her down gently.



I laid down next to her and started caressing her body again. Telling her she did well and I was proud of her. My sweet pet, here in my arms at last. Finally and forever mine again.



Giving her time to recover I stood up, washed and got dressed. Walking back to the bed I gingerly ran my fingertips from her jaw to her chin and said “Pet, time to get up sweetness. Wash up and get dressed, let’s go find some dinner.”



Part 3



1- Introductions



We were sitting at the bar. It was a cool night and the windows had been opened to let in the breeze. A breeze that licked at the neck and tugged at the dresses and skirts of the young and old alike.



I was filled with a sense of contentment that night. My appetite sated and my lust, for a time, appeased, I was able to watch the young lovers and singles with the eye of a spectator.



The music was loud and almost as oppressive as the cigarette smoke that vainly tried to cling to the air. I put my cigarette out and fumbled with the remote. My love, my pet, my whore was in the bathroom putting in the device that is controlled by the contraption in my hand. Part of me begged for her return, but the disciplined side knew the outcome of that night, and was content to wait, to observe. Long years of frustrating desire have tamed my obsession, only letting loose when the hounds can play.



“My poor sweet pet,” I said to myself, “how long can you hold out tonight?”



I was surprised by her hand on my arm and her whispers of love when she sat down next to me. I turned to look at her and was again forced to control myself. Her straight blonde hair fell carelessly over the shoulder of her sleeveless dress. The deep neckline offered a delicious view of her C cup breasts and flawless skin. The hem of her dress rose to mid thigh when seated and her thick firm legs crossed with the modesty of the school teacher she is.



The contradictions before me I have solved long ago. Her struggles with her demons are things of legend and selfishly mine to hold witness to. I being the Lord of her demons, know them by name and reputation.



“It’s in Sir,” she whispered shyly. Not meeting my gaze she returned to her drink.



“Good girl,” was my only response as I returned to watching the people around me.



The remote was in the pocket of my jacket, where my hand idly fingered it. I turned the dial to maximum and pressed the button. I was prepared for her drink to fall and the glass to shatter on the floor. My pet, and those around us for that matter, weren’t. For a three count I kept the button depressed, knowing the powerful vibrations of the remote controlled vibrator sitting on her G-Spot were sending shockwaves of pleasure down her legs and up her spine. I couldn’t help but smile with joy as she breathed a small “Oh God” before she tried to stand and brace herself.



I released the button and I could feel the air around us thin. The tension of silence and control are sometimes more than my pet can handle and I must use caution. I enjoy our outings, but I enjoy them privately.



I turned my head casually to her and said “You should be more careful my love.”



She looked at me over the top of her glasses, with obvious strain she panted “Yes Sir.”



“Order yourself another drink love. I’ll have another as well.” With that she turned toward the bartender and ordered our drinks. I hit the button again while she was mid sentence and she controlled the shock a bit better that time. I keep the button pressed until she finished ordering. Stammering and stuttering like she was, it took quite a while.



Our drinks arrived and she drank hers quickly. The strain of those last few minutes was taking its toll on her and she was fighting to control herself. I watched as her demon named Fear crept into her delicate features and thick full lips as she said, “Sir, maybe this is too much.”



“Nonsense,” is my reply “the night is young, and you have no idea what too much is yet.”



After a pause, and a victorious battle over Fear she said, “I noticed when I came back from the bathroom you were looking at the redhead in the corner Sir. Do you think she’s pretty?”



Before answering I turned to look across the bar at the redhead my pet pointed out. She was indeed pretty, a vision even. Too young for my tastes, but I know my pet, and she wanted her. She stood no more than 5’3″ with a cute bob haircut that framed her long face. Her thin lips and green eyes were constantly sparkling as only the lips and eyes of the young do. Her petite frame was encased in a skin tight, mid thigh length dress. It hid her small breasts but perfectly accentuated her almost too long legs and firm ass.



“She’s been looking at you too Sir, she keeps looking over her.” No sooner did she say that than the object of our conversation glance in our direction. A small glance, a flirtatious little smile, she ran her hand across her forehead to move the hair out of her face, then returned to a conversation she was having with a friend.



“Buy her a drink pet.”



“Yes Sir,” she purred. I could tell by the relief in her voice and the brightness in her eyes that my pet was pleased. Many nights such as that one I had denied my love the tender caresses and appetites of another woman. She had been good as of late and a reward was in order.



My pet stood up from her stool at the bar and the hem of her dress adjusted itself down to her knees. Her long legs and big voluptuous ass stood there in all their glory. A true prize she is. Tall, with the air of one that doesn’t realize how every man in the room stares at her. Even then, I watched two men staring at her ass, converse in the corner and lick their lips. Two dogs drooling over a piece of meat they couldn’t have, and couldn’t fathom.



She walked across the bar to the redhead and the redhead saw her coming. She turned her petite frame to welcome my love with a brilliant smile. I set the remote to low and pressed the button. There was a slight hitch in my pet’s gait, but she continued on. My thumb still on the button I watched them talk. Two beautiful women sharing a quick laugh and the surface conversation of strangers. One hopelessly mine, the other, a gift long overdue.

Swallowtail is a novel that traces the narrator’s gradual acceptance of submission.



Previously: The narrator has given Dex blanket consent and is prepared to explore what submission to her might mean.




***



Beyond the chastity device I now wear most of the time, beyond even the fading welts from the cane that has recently assaulted the flesh of my back, buttocks and legs, there’s perhaps no greater evidence of my willing submission to this woman than the fact that I am sitting on the sofa with her, a bowl of popcorn between us, watching a dancing competition on the tube. Dex, the goth princess who has claimed dominance over a large swath of my life, stares at the television in rapt attention. My friends would look at me askance for sitting here like this. Good thing they don’t know the rest of it.



Dex now divides her time almost equally between my house and wherever it is that she lives. The place feels empty when she’s not here and almost overwhelming when she is. We’ve settled into the easy rhythm of quasi-domesticity, though one punctuated by the occasional use of a crop or flogger against my recalcitrant flesh for infractions real or imagined.



A few weeks ago I bought Dex a toothbrush and placed it in the holder next to mine. She would never be so presumptuous to bring her own and I could tell that the symbolism of the two toothbrushes was not lost on her.



“Yikes,” says Dex about some dance move I’m not quick enough to catch.



For the most part, I have become comfortable with submission and somewhat addicted to the intensity and creativity that Dex brings to our relationship. I remember that Dex had me figured out from the very first—the jaded yuppie who’d grown tired of the parade of easy but unimaginative bedmates whose notion of daring was fucking with the lights on and for whom an exuberant smack on the ass might have been cause for charges. No less insightful on Dex’s part was the intuition that I might be willing to relinquish control. She’d recognized a possibility I would never have imagined.



It’s the kind of bright Saturday in early May when the world seems to take a deep breath and stretch after a long, cold winter. Dex has an appointment at the piercing studio where she works. A frenum ladder, she tells me. I grimace.



I’m planning to do some yardwork outside while she’s away. Things like raking the lawn awake now that the blanket of snow has vanished into the earth. Cleaning up the branches that litter my lawn. But Dex has other plans for me. She locks me up in my chastity device and instructs me not to get dressed. “I want to think of you like this,” she says as she snaps the lock shut, securing the cage to the ring. “I have plans for you tonight.”



Yardwork, it seems, will have to wait. I’m a little resentful that my plans have been delayed, but equally intrigued by the promise of Dex’s return.



When she leaves, I close the blinds throughout the house, not wanting to frighten anyone who might be enjoying a hike along the trail behind my house.



I try to work but am distracted by my nudity, the device that secures my privates and the prospect of the evening with Dex now that I have given her my consent to test the boundaries of our relationship. It’s spring, after all, and while a young man’s fancy might lightly turn to thoughts of love, mine turn to thoughts of the crops and paddles and leather I might face tonight. Of pain and pleasure and sweat and come. Of submission and domination. After rereading the same paragraph for the umpteenth time and realizing that I’ve managed to retain nothing, I close the document.



Even though Dex and I have been together for over half a year and the strange momentum of our relationship has led us to this place, I am still relatively new to submission and from time to time its yoke rests uneasily on my shoulders. I trust Dex but it’s difficult to reconcile my professional life and persona with the one that now exists behind closed doors. At work I’m the one with whom the buck stops. I decide things. I’m the boss. I possess the business relationships and the savvy that is somehow parlayed into revenue. There are times when I feel like the master of my little universe. Within the walls of my home though, I submit to the will of a dark, gothic twenty-something and am the master of very little. It’s completely at odds with the guy who wears suits and attends power lunches and schmoozes with the best of them. I don’t know why it works; I only know that it does. Dex has tapped something in me that has become as vital to me as oxygen.



Although submission has become a large part of my life, I’ve resisted the notion that I might belong to a community of others who share the same tastes. I know such a community exists, but I’ve chosen to ignore it for the simple reason that I find it difficult to respect others who submit as I do. It’s clear that my arrogance is hypocritical and untenable. Perhaps my hypocrisy is coming to a head. Perhaps that’s why I find work so difficult today.



So I sit, my privates encased and locked in a thick layer of steel, considering my ignorance of the world to which I seem to belong. If I am truly to commit to this lifestyle, to be a good submissive to the woman I’ve chosen to be my dom, then I owe it to myself to do my research.



With some trepidation I venture onto the Web to see if I can learn anything of what consent and submission might entail. I have largely avoided it until now, fearing that alternative expressions of submission might become possibilities in my own life. I’ve been happy to go along with Dex without considering the branches that she might take off the path we’ve been on. Now that my skin is in the game, I’m more curious about what might be done to it.



I click through to various sites. I have already felt pleasure and pain at Dex’s hand—the two are not as different as I had expected—but am unprepared for the pictures of degradation and humiliation that I encounter on the Web. I recognize the mechanics of some of the scenes, but the tone of them is much different than what I enjoy under Dex. I see both men and women treated in ways that make me uneasy and uncomfortable. I see them humiliated and debased, insulted and taunted. I see them groveling and crying, and though they may seem fulfilled at the end of the scene, I can’t help but to hold these people with some disdain and pity.



I can’t see Dex elevating herself on my debasement, but I don’t know for sure. Nor can I see myself ever accepting such treatment. I wonder whether my consent necessarily entails my eventual humiliation. Am I being diminished without realizing the extent? How would I react if I were asked to go around on hands and knees in my own house or be forced to watch as she bestowed her favors on another? I’m watching a video on my laptop and I ask myself: how different is the poor slob who is licking his mistress’s boot to the guy sitting naked in his own house, locked in a metal cage, waiting for the object of his desire to return?



Dex and I have only spoken of the limits to her authority over me in general terms. So far, I have trusted her judgment and have not been disappointed.



Now, though, I have to consider that the consent I’ve given her might lead us onto paths I’m not prepared for.



***



Dex returns a little after seven that evening. I stand as she enters the living room. She is beautiful and intense in her goth finery and heavy makeup. It’s clear by the way her green eyes take me in that she has been as distracted as I.



She presses me against the wall and kisses me hungrily, her body hard against mine. The stud that adorns her tongue raps against my teeth. The fingernails of one hand rake my ass while the other strokes my balls. “I’ve been thinking of you all day.”



My erection strains against the cage. “Me too.”



“I’ve never had a submissive waiting for me like this.”



The word stings, particularly since I’ve been obsessing about submission all day, thinking about the limits and consequences, wondering how it is that I’ve gotten from where I was to where I am and where I might yet go. It’s not the first time I’ve heard the word or have had it applied to me, but having it stated so baldly now causes something inside of me to shrivel. “Do you want me to call you mistress now?”



Dex frowns, catching my less than playful tone. “It depends if we’re just playing or if it’s in the context of something more permanent. It means different things depending on what you want.”



I’m reluctant to share my feelings with her. I guess I’m still a typical guy in that way. Strong and silent. Right.



Dex strokes my cheek. Our eyes lock. There’s a hint of concern in hers. I don’t know what mine reveal. “For what it’s worth,” she says carefully, “I’d love to be your mistress, in play and in life. I’d be honored if you called me that.”



She’s serious.



“Where would you take us?”



“That depends mainly on how far you want me to go and how much you trust me to go there.”



There it is. Trust. Trust that she doesn’t lead me on paths that I’m unwilling to tread. Trust that she can balance the pain and pleasure, the risk and reward. Trust that the slippery slope I’ve been on won’t plunge me into the abyss populated by the kind of beaten and desperate people I’ve seen on the internet.



“I trust you,” I say.



Within limits remains unspoken.



***



“Stand in the corner,” says Dex. “Face the wall.”



The memory comes back as fresh as the day it happened. I’m a child. Grade one or two. Accused of some transgression or another. I’ve been singled out by the teacher. This was back in the days where humiliation was a justified weapon in the hands of teachers who needed to keep control.



“No peeking,” says Dex.



I listen to the sound of her undressing. I can imagine her naked, her lithe, pale body, the glint of cold metal at her nipples and labia, the swallowtail tattoo on her lower abdomen. I can feel her green eyes scrutinizing me. I hear the sound of leather being stretched and the sharp sound of stilettos on the hardwood floor as they approach me. I feel a crop resting lightly on my ass.



“You can turn around.”



I do so.



What I have heard has titillated me; what I see takes my breath way. Dex is every inch the dom. She wears a leather underbust corset that highlights the pale fullness of her breasts and the narrowness of her waist. Leather boots that descend from just below the knees make her legs look impossibly long and slender. The crop rests lightly against her calf.



“Wow,” I say. If I am to be dominated by her, I have to count myself lucky.



“You like?” she asks.



I nod.



Dex smiles. “Good.” She turns and saunters slowly and deliberately to a steamer trunk that contains our growing arsenal of erotic appurtenances. She opens the lid and bends over, revealing the shapely curve of her hips and ass that frames the shadowed folds of her pussy.



She returns holding an assortment of leather cuffs and clips. My mouth is dry.



Dex places one of my hands on her breast and fastens the cuff to my wrist. Her skin is warm and soft under my palm. She repeats the process with the other wrist and then cuffs my ankles. Another band of leather encircles my neck. She then slips a leather blindfold over my head. “Lights out, lover,” she purrs.



I hear Dex rummaging around the trunk again.



“Open your mouth,” she says a moment later.



I comply and a large object is inserted between my teeth. Straps are quickly cinched over and behind my head and under my chin.



“You’re quite the vision,” she says.



I’m glad I can’t see myself. I have no doubt that I look like any number of slaves on the internet. I push the thought away. How can I judge them? Certainly not when my own situation and the anticipation of play has me aching with excitement.



Although I’m intimately aware of everything in my home, I’m strangely off-balance as Dex leads me to the support column that stands between the living room and dining room. She binds my wrists behind the column. Without a word she walks away and soon returns, depositing a bunch of stuff at my feet.



I strain to hear what she might be doing. I don’t have to wait long until I feel lube spread over and within my anus.



“On your toes,” she says.



I comply. The crop pressed against my balls encourages me higher still. I feel something thick and hard at my ass and I struggle to relax, knowing that tension will only make the inevitable penetration more uncomfortable.



“Good,” says Dex as she patiently works the length within me. I gasp when the widest part breaches the ring of muscle.



Dex hums her satisfaction with the arrangement. “Feeling okay?” She asks.



I nod.



“Snap your fingers if you’ve had enough.”



I’ve forgotten that I can’t exactly blurt out my safe word.



She taps the insides of my legs with the crop and I spread them, lowering myself on the dildo in the process. I move in the smallest of increments, like a geriatric attempting the splits, knowing that the farther apart I spread my legs, the more of the dildo I have to take. She attaches a spreader bar to my ankles and pauses to stroke the insides of my thighs.



She withdraws but I’m sure that she’s not far, observing me. I’m still standing on my toes and within minutes my calves grow tired and I lower myself a fraction to relieve the pain and feel a corresponding penetration. Whatever it is, it is braced against the floor.



“Still okay?”



I nod.



Nothing happens for a while. Only Dex’s gentle breathing betrays her presence.



My calves are now aching and it’s a struggle to remain on my toes. The dildo seems to widen along its length.



“Are you ready to please me?”



I’ve been so busy trying to find a balance between easing the ache in my legs and that of my stretched anus that her words startle me. I grunt. Anything if it means an end to my discomfort.



Dex fumbles with the front of my gag and in a moment it feels heavier. I move my head. She has attached something to the part of the ball that emerges from my mouth.



I hear the scraping of a chair across the floor and hear it creak as she climbs onto it. She is elevated in front of me and I feel the twin globes of her ass pressed against my chest.



“You need to lower yourself.”



I attempt to do so. Her proximity makes it impossible to make up the distance by bending forward. The only way I can reach where she wants me to go is to lower myself as she has commanded. The inch that I can manage feels like a foot and I feel myself stretched mercilessly.



“You can do better than that.”



Her ass is at my chin and my legs begin to quiver as I lower myself yet another painful fraction of an inch.



Almost there.



I’ll never make it, I think.



Just then Dex changes the angle of her hips and I can feel her heat and smell her arousal, which painfully prompts my own within the tight confines of the cage. I feel her hand on the dildo that extends from my mouth. I feel her guide it to her entrance. “You know what to do.”



I marvel at the mind of the woman who came up with this scene.



I push my face to her, sensing the passage of the dildo into her with my mouth. My thighs are burning now and my ass is filled with the lube-slick device that I’m riding upon. My attention is divided between the thick length that impales me and the action that Dex is expecting. When the latter falters, the crop reminds me of my primary duty.



I moan into the gag that is stuffed in my mouth. It’s difficult to determine whether it is from pleasure or pain or the uneasy marriage of the two. I redouble my efforts on Dex, not knowing how much more I can stand and praying that she will attain whatever pleasure she is after before I collapse completely.



I hear the hum of a vibrator and feel its buzzing extending to my face. Judging by her breathing and the way she is moving against me, she is clearly close to something.



She lowers her hips which forces me lower still. My own strangled moan of aroused pain entwines with hers. I feel her spasm through the dildo.



Dex slows the movement of her hips and rises slightly. Gratefully I rise with her almost to the point where I can enjoy the feeling of my continued penetration. My legs stop quivering as they straighten and Dex disengages from the dildo at my mouth.



Dex removes the gag and the blindfold and I am greeted by a vision of flushed beauty and hunger and incredible vitality and confidence.



“That was good, lover.” She kisses me lingeringly and I want nothing more than to be able to wrap my arms around her. “Ready for your reward?”



I nod.



“Do you want me to remove this?” She taps at the dildo that still penetrates me.



I surprise her by shaking my head. In truth, it doesn’t feel too bad now.



“How about this?” She taps at the cage. The sharp impact there causes my breath to hitch in my throat. I nod.



“I think we can do that,” says Dex as she kneels before me. One hand explores the flesh that is exposed in the open areas of the cage while the other traces patterns on the distended surface of my testicles.



“Please,” I moan.



“Did I say you could speak?” asks Dex lightly. She’s more amused that annoyed.



“Shall I release you?”



I nod.



Dex inserts her tongue into the opening at the very tip of the cage.



My knees grow weak and I’m reminded that I’m still perched upon a thick shaft of silicon.



“You’re not going to blow up at me when I do, are you?”



I shake my head emphatically. I can make no such assurance, but the prospect of freedom would make me promise anything.



“Because…” Here she takes my steel encased length into her mouth for a moment and then releases it. “I’d be disappointed if you did.”



With her saliva cooling my overheated sex, she reaches between her breasts and grasps the key. I dare not breath when she inserts it into the lock. She can easily change her mind and deny me the release I’ve been craving. She has done it before. The lock opens with a snick and she removes it from the hasp of the device. She holds the halves of the device together, grinning at me mischievously.



“Will you please me?”



I’m almost delirious with hunger. “Yes, mistress.”



Dex frowns. “Didn’t I ask you not to speak?”



My heart sinks. I’ve blown it. She’ll no doubt lock me up again.



“Ah well. I’ll forgive you this time. By the way, I like the sound of it. Say it again.”



“Mistress.” It’s easy to say in play.



She stands. Still holding the device, she presses against me, her body hot and yielding against mine.



“Mistress,” I say again. I want to say more at this moment but don’t trust myself.



The ring of the device opens and clatters to the floor. The cage is still painfully welded to my cock.



“I hope I don’t have to tell you to be quiet again.”



I shake my head.



Dex peels the cage from me and my cock swells. I sigh loudly; it’s a relief to be free.



She kisses the tip and looks up at me. “You’re not going to come in my mouth, are you?”



Not if I can help it. I shake my head.



Her hands wrap around the base. “My plans don’t include that,” she says.



She lowers her mouth onto me. After the tight, implacable confines of the cage, the touch of soft warmth around me is almost overwhelming. I feel like I can swell to fill her mouth. Dex works on me slowly, maintaining me at the threshold without ever nudging me too far. I watch the play of her lips and tongue over me, watch as my glistening length vanishes into her. I close my eyes to focus on the sensations of this wonderfully languorous treatment and momentarily forget my promise.



A crack of the crop against my thigh arrests by slide to release.



“If I even think you’re going to come before I do, you get one of these,” says Dex, brandishing the cane.



I nod.



Dex stands and replenishes the lube on the dildo. She then turns and leans her back against me. At the moment I miss the freedom to reach around and grab her breasts and brush her nipples. I want desperately to feel their yielding softness. She slowly bends at the waist and plays my cock against the surface of her pussy.

The woman’s heels clicked and clacked impatiently on the pavement as she hurried along the street. Her breakfast meeting had dragged on until mid-morning and she was in danger of missing her flight. Unfortunately the other people around the table had been such high ranking representatives of the civil service, police and healthcare that leaving early had not been an option.



She turned into the tube station, waved her Oyster Card at the reader and brushed past the tourists as she trotted down the left hand side of the escalator. When she reached the platform, it was crowded. The woman wondered how things could be so busy before lunch. She was sure she remembered a time when it had not been like that, even on a Friday, but she concluded that her mind must be playing tricks and doing its usual job of convincing her that things always used to be better.



When the train arrived she managed to squeeze onto a carriage just before the door closed. She spent an uncomfortable few minutes trapped beneath a portly man’s arm, wishing he had chosen to put on deodorant that morning. One stop after she boarded the train, a mother dragging two grumpy toddlers pushed into the non-existent space beside her. The two women studiously avoided each other’s gaze and tried to ignore the awkward contact of their breasts every time the train slowed and forced them against each other.



Thankfully the mother left the train two stops later, her children wailing miserably as they followed her. The other woman breathed a sigh of relief and as the train gathered speed again she took advantage of the tiny bit of extra space to check her watch. She was feeling more optimistic about making the flight now, and was thankful that she had chosen to use the closer City Airport rather than one of the outlying alternatives.



Her optimism lasted until the train ground to a halt and the driver’s voice gave an incomprehensible apology for the delay over the intercom.



…………



The man laboured to the top of the hill, stepped off his bicycle, rested it against a tree and stood to catch his breath. His bag contained no letters today for the solitary big house which overlooked the village, but he had decided to make the climb anyway, partly from a sense of habit, partly from a desire to stay reasonably fit and partly because of his love of the view from the summit.



He gazed at his surroundings, appreciating the fact that it was an unusually clear day. He could even see a little sunshine glinting off the waters of the loch and brightening the heather-covered flanks of the Munro beyond. The man remembered climbing the mountain on one of his first free days after moving to these parts. The weather had been very different then. Dark clouds had swept in to cover all but the lower slopes shortly after he had set out and the rain had lashed down incessantly, but he had slogged on stubbornly through the pathless bog. Finally he had stood on the rocky crest, wondering what the view would have been like if he had been able to see anything more than his hand in front of his face, before he turned to retrace his steps downwards. That had been more than two years ago.



But conditions today were much better. From his vantage point he turned to look in the other direction. He could now see the other end of the loch, where it joined the open sea. As his eyes continued to sweep around the horizon, he could just make out the outlines of some distant islands off the coast. The views were some of the clearest he had known in these parts.



After resting for several minutes to enjoy his surroundings, the man climbed back onto his bike, pointed his wheel in the direction from which he had come and freewheeled down the hill. He had a few more letters to deliver and then his work for the day would be done.



…………



The woman relaxed as the plane’s wheels touched down at Glasgow Airport. She had never been a particularly confident flyer and her fears were not getting any better as she embarked upon her thirties. But she reflected that at least she had succeeded in catching her flight by the skin of her teeth, albeit at the cost of a sweat-inducing sprint through the airport with her luggage. It meant that she would arrive at her destination in time for a late dinner.



As the plane taxied to a standstill she slipped off her glasses and put away the papers which she had been reviewing on the journey. They formed the basis of a draft piece of legislation being proposed by the British government to tackle people trafficking. The woman’s job was to provide expert advice on the subject.



For the last couple of years her reputation had grown rapidly. She was in a great deal of demand as a consultant on all things to do with human trafficking and false imprisonment both within the UK and internationally. She had received a good many lucrative job offers, but she preferred to remain freelance. One of the many advantages it brought was the freedom to choose her own hours and to disappear from London most weekends, just as she was doing now.



…………



The man cycled home after finishing his round. He parked his bike in the shed and walked up the path to the back door of his whitewashed crofter’s cottage. Inside it was sparsely furnished, but it suited him very well. He had a bite to eat for lunch before tidying and cleaning the place. He knew that there was no real need to do so, but it gave him satisfaction and helped to pass the time.



As he worked methodically, he considered the life he had developed for himself as a village postman in the Highlands. In many ways he was more contented than he had ever been before. His existence was simple and uncluttered. He had found a world which bore little comparison to the complicated and distressing one which he had occupied beforehand. Yet he knew that he would not remain satisfied forever in this place. It was a temporary haven to allow his wounds to heal, but he had not yet felt the elusive sensation to tell him that he was ready to leave.



Perhaps that was why her regular visits were so important to him. On the surface, they were not always the most enjoyable experiences. He and his visitor did not tend to find conversation easy these days and when they touched on their shared memories, they tended to argue. There was, of course, the opportunity to have sex with a real person, which should have been noticeably better than his encounters with his own hand. But in spite of the weekly anticipation, he found himself rarely interested in taking advantage when the time actually came. The passion seemed to have got lost somewhere. But something deep inside of him knew that the visits were his only remaining link with the world beyond his village. For that reason, he valued them.



But beyond that, there was the important factor of his visitor herself. The two of them shared such a deep and unbreakable bond that it overrode all the unpleasant reminders which her presence brought to his mind. He knew that she did not have to make the journey every week, but the fact that she did was a sign of her care for him. Sometimes he cursed the inconvenience of his reciprocal feelings for her. After all, their relationship made life so much more complicated and sometimes even painful. But there was no point in denying the existence of their mutual affection. He knew that he felt for her as deeply as she felt for him, and her regular appearances forced him to face up, albeit unwillingly, to the reality of that commitment. He had long since diagnosed it as love.



When he was satisfied with the house, he showered and shaved. As he stood in front of the mirror with the razor he noticed, as he often did, that he seemed to have as many grey hairs as dark ones these days. Even his self-imposed exile could not stop the inevitable passage of time. Once he was done, he chose a clean pair of jeans and a decent shirt. The change of clothes was not strictly necessary and he was not trying to look particularly smart, but he always wanted to look good for her when he was expecting a visit. It was one of his ways of showing her how much she meant to him.



When he was ready he left the house once more, got into his car and pulled onto the road. He had left plenty of time to reach his destination and did not need to hurry.



…………



The woman gazed out at the bleak emptiness of Rannoch Moor as the train waited at Corrour Station. She had long since given up on her documents and resorted to simply enjoying the view from the window and reflecting on the state of her life, just as she always seemed to do on her journeys north.



There were heavy clouds to the east, but for once the weather coming from the Atlantic was clear. Across the moor she could make out the tops of the mountains which guarded the entrance to Glencoe as the sun sank towards them in the late afternoon. She felt her usual frisson of excitement at the prospect of the end of her journey and the reunion which awaited her there.



It would have been hard for her to explain exactly why she always looked forward to these weekend getaways so much. It was not as if her host ever made a great deal of provision for her entertainment, although she had to admit that he was a good cook. But apart from the meals, most of their days together were spent walking outdoors, normally in the wind and the rain. In the evenings they read books or played the occasional game of cards. The TV reception was uniformly poor in his cottage.



Of course, they talked, but normally about inconsequential things. As soon as the conversation turned to anything meaningful, he would change the subject, especially if she had raised the shared experiences which had brought them together in the first place. At times she found it so frustrating that she looked forward to the return journey to the hustle and bustle of London, the distractions of work and her modern apartment in the capital.



There was the prospect of sex with him, naturally enough. But it never happened as much as she liked to hope it would and it never reached the gratifying heights she remembered. He always seemed somewhat reticent and detached in bed, as if he was holding himself back. She almost always had to initiate things, and she only continued to do so because she never forgot a time when it had been so much more passionate. It didn’t seem worth her while.



But she continued to travel north almost every weekend. She had given up asking herself why she made so much effort for so little reward. She just accepted that he was part of her life, for better or worse. No matter how unfulfilling his company tended to be, she could not help returning and could not shake off the belief that one day things would be better. There was no doubt that it was love between them, she reflected, as she took in the beautiful but bleak landscape from her seat.



During the last few miles of the train journey she made a resolution. She would provoke a confrontation this weekend to shake him out of his rut. It was some time since she had done so. She had long since given up making the futile attempt. The discussion had never advanced beyond her host’s clinching argument. It was not that the woman did not have a good response to what he said. The problem was that she had never wanted to use it. To do so would reveal more of herself than she cared to admit, even to him. But as she sat on the train, she resolved to bite the bullet this time. It was time for both of them to face up to the truth.



…………



The man steered his car along the twisty road which hugged the edge of the water. He loved driving in these conditions and could barely remember what a motorway or a traffic jam was like. His village lay towards the far end of a ragged spit of land which protruded into the sea on the west coast of Scotland. Fort William was the nearest town of any size and the nearest railway station.



Almost every week he made this journey to collect his visitor on a late Friday afternoon or early evening. He made the same journey to drop her off every Sunday afternoon or Monday morning, depending on her weekly commitments. At this stage he was all eager anticipation, but he knew that by the end of her visits he would often rage against himself and sometimes even have to stop the car to hold his head in his hands and regain his composure when returning to his cottage. Such was his disappointment with himself for failing to behave openly with her and for failing to show her just how much she meant to him in the most eloquent way possible.



He knew that the root of the problem was that he could not forgive himself for what he had done in the past. He knew that this explained why his visitor had been able to overcome her trauma and build a thriving career, while he had placed his life on hold. He also knew that this was a state of affairs for which he was entirely to blame, but it was one thing to know it and another thing entirely to remedy the situation. He saw little prospect of improvement.



The problem did not render him impotent, but it did cause him to lack the capacity to throw off his inhibitions when he was in bed with her. It was not that he was missing a sex drive. He was aware of this only too well from his all-consuming need to satisfy himself when he was alone in the house. But disappointing though his hand was as a partner, it did not have the complicating thoughts, feelings and memories of a person, and therefore became the solution to most of his carnal needs.



Such were the thoughts that ran through his mind as he covered the miles to Fort William. But despite the bleakness of his situation, he could not help himself from looking forward to his visitor’s arrival.



…………



The man stood and looked along the empty platform. There was no sign of the woman. He wondered if he had come to meet the right train. Perhaps he had missed a message from her about a change of plan. All the passengers had disembarked, for this was the journey’s terminus, but she had not been among them. He wondered what to do next.



‘Campbell!’



The friendly voice took him by surprise. He turned quickly in its direction to see the woman hurrying towards him on a pair of surprisingly high heels. She carried a couple of bags and two cups of coffee. She was holding one of the drinks out in his direction.



He grinned at the title she had used for him. He had long since given up reminding her that it was not his real name. It was real enough for her, although with the rest of the world he had now reverted to the one on his birth certificate. He remembered pointing out to her that Campbells did not tend to be made very welcome in the vicinity of Glencoe, but she took no notice.



‘I must have missed you getting off the train,’ he said, moving towards her.



‘I’m always one step ahead of you,’ she replied with a smile, handing him his coffee and stepping in to embrace and kiss him.



He took one of the bags from her and they walked together from the station to the car. As they did so, he caught sight of the early evening sunshine glinting off her reddish brown hair. She turned and smiled at him again. Two years had not changed how beautiful he found her and he reflected, as he always did, that he was a lucky man to be with Alice Hastings. He just wished that his mind would give him the freedom to take full advantage.



…………



They spent the first few minutes of the drive home enjoying the beautiful sunset ahead of them and talking about trivial things. Then Alice made her opening gambit. She had never been one to waste precious time.



‘I saw her this week,’ she told him, knowing that he would understand exactly who she meant.



He stiffened slightly in his seat at the prospect of the uncomfortable discussion. His mind rushed to the memory of finding the subject of their conversation by the side of the road as they fled. He could still picture the bloodstained clothes, torn feet and staring, vacant expression of the erstwhile slave girl who had turned on her master. But most of all he remembered the fact that he had been one of the men who had abducted her into slavery in the first place.



‘How’s she doing?’ he forced himself to ask.



‘Really, really well,’ Alice replied. ‘She’s thinking of going back into her legal career. You know she doesn’t blame you for what happened?’



‘That’s good,’ mumbled Campbell, knowing full well that the question of who blamed him was irrelevant until he could stop blaming himself. ‘What else did you do this week?’



But Alice ignored the attempt to distract her. ‘She was telling me that she understands that you did what you had to do for the greater good. By taking the organisation down you saved hundreds of girls from being kidnapped like she was. And we even managed to rescue most of the ones who had already been taken.’



‘But not all,’ he grunted. ‘And think of the state of the ones we rescued. Women whose lives were broken by the experience I put them through. It’s taken two years of therapy to put Nadira back on track, and some of the others still aren’t any better.’



‘You didn’t put them through it,’ Alice persisted. ‘Salt and his men did that. You did what you had to do to stop them. You were one of the good guys. The only one who could have got the job done.’



‘Funny you should say that. I seem to remember being tied to a chair in the basement. That was how successful I was at getting the job done. It was Nadira who took out Salt. I’d be dead if it hadn’t been for her and you’d be… Well, you wouldn’t be here.’



‘I’d be a slave right now, getting fucked into an early grave by Salt,’ Alice replied bluntly. ‘But that’s also what would have happened if it hadn’t been for you. And Nadira would still be a slave too if it hadn’t been for you. Or more likely she’d be dead. They’d have killed her when she tried to get her revenge on Salt. None of us would have succeeded in getting away if you hadn’t been there.’



Campbell knew that Alice was speaking the truth. The two women had been in no fit state to make any decisions during their flight from captivity and had left everything to him. He had drawn on all his experience of working undercover to get them out of the country and safely home. He had driven them to a town, broken into a shop to steal some clothes to help them blend in, made discreet enquiries to find out where they were, decided to avoid the airport as it was too dangerous, smuggled them across the border to a more friendly country and finally made contact with the British Embassy.



But once he had got them back to London, the guilt had set in. The collateral damage of the operation in the form of young women’s lives had been more than he could justify to himself. Soon after the debriefing he had resigned his position in the Metropolitan Police and disappeared to his Highland refuge, where he had lived ever since.



But Alice was not giving up. ‘Did you know we worked with Interpol to take down another one of their clients just last week? And we managed to save two girls he had bought. It won’t be long before we’ve mopped up all the men who took girls from Salt. More and more countries are co-operating with us. The UN is starting to look at an international treaty to deal with the problem worldwide.’



‘Sounds like they’re doing better without me,’ he snapped.



‘But don’t you see that they would never have been able to do all this if it hadn’t been for you getting the ball rolling? Taking out Salt in such a dramatic way set an amazing example and got everyone more willing to take action. He’d still be abducting girls from the streets right now if it hadn’t been for what you did.’



Campbell had no answer to that, so he slipped into uneasy silence for the rest of the journey. It was not how he had hoped Alice’s visit would begin.



…………



When they arrived, Alice removed her heels while Campbell opened a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass. Then he made preparations for dinner while she sat at the table and sipped her drink.

But she couldn’t be deterred for long. ‘Have you ever thought about coming back south and getting involved again?’ she asked. ‘There’s still plenty of work to do.’



‘We’ve been through this before,’ he complained. ‘You know why I left London. My face was too recognisable after three undercover missions. I had to protect myself.’



‘And we both know that’s just an excuse!’ she snapped. ‘All your undercover missions finished with the group you were targeting being entirely wiped out by the police. We were both advised that it was safe to stay in London and that we didn’t need new identities. The real reason you came here was because you felt guilty.’



‘Maybe so, but can you blame me?’ he replied with some heat. He had lost his composure now and his defences were down. ‘I know all about the arguments and I know that the mission did more good than harm. I could forgive myself for the damage I caused, if that was all I’d done. That’s not why I’m here.’



‘So why are you here?’ Alice asked. She knew the answer well enough, but she needed him to say it.



‘Because I enjoyed it!’ There it was. For two years it had stood as the unanswerable argument between them. She had no response which could shake him from his guilt. She knew that he could forgive himself for what he had done, but not for the fact that he had received pleasure from it.



Now he was in full flow. ‘You know I enjoyed it! You remember what I did to you. You remember how I made you suffer. But it wasn’t only you. I enjoyed fucking Sara too, even in front of you. And I wanted to do it to Nadira too. They offered her to me and I could barely resist. I felt the same about the rest of the girls I kidnapped. I wanted to have them all!’



She waited for him to finish. It was good for him to get it all out of his system. For the first time she had steeled herself to give him the only response which would work. It was the response which she had kept to herself for so long, too ashamed to admit it. Now she stood up from her seat and approached him, looking up into his face. Their height difference was more obvious now that she was no longer wearing her shoes. She noticed that he looked older than she remembered.



When he stopped his rant of self-loathing, she looked into his eyes and spoke. ‘I know all that. But I enjoyed it too.’



This had the desired effect. He stopped abruptly to listen further.



‘I loved it when you fucked me. Surely you know that? Couldn’t you see how much it turned me on when you tied me up and brought me to the edge of orgasm, only to leave me frustrated? I even enjoyed the pain when you made me bend over so you could spank me. Wasn’t that obvious to you? Even in the middle of all of that stress I’ve never been so turned on in all my life!’



Campbell hesitated, a little embarrassed. Alice had never spoken to him so candidly before. ‘Well, yes,’ he began. ‘I suppose I could tell that you were into it. But it wasn’t just about me and you.’



Now came the hardest part for Alice. Her voice dropped to scarcely more than a whisper. ‘But I didn’t just enjoy it with you.’



This really did come as a shock to him. He said nothing and waited for her to continue.



‘With you I was more turned on than I can describe,’ she told him, dropping her eyes to the floor with shame as she spoke. ‘But there was part of me that was aroused when Sara abused me too. I responded to it. In fact, the same part of me even wanted to be fucked by Salt.’



Campbell didn’t know what to say, but he knew that Alice was pouring her heart out to him as she had never done before. He took her in his arms and held her close.



But she wasn’t done. ‘That slave part of me was getting stronger while they kept me there. It would have grown to take me over until there was nothing else left, just like it did with Sara. Either that or I would have kept the real me alive by focussing all my energy on an obsession with revenge, like Nadira did. But I know, deep down, that I wouldn’t have done that. The part of me that responded to it was too strong. That’s why I would have allowed them to turn me into a slave. I was beginning to want them to strap me to that table and fuck me roughly again and again and again.’



‘Why are you telling me all this?’ he asked.



‘Because I want you to forgive yourself for how you felt. I’ve had to forgive myself for enjoying it. I don’t think you blame me for how I felt, so why should you hold yourself to a different standard? We shouldn’t feel guilty for how we feel or what we want, only for what we do about it. And we did what we had to do in order to survive and to destroy an evil organisation. That’s why you shouldn’t feel bad.’



He still said nothing. He knew that she was speaking the truth and it was striking home with him as it had never done before because she was being so disarmingly honest.



But she hadn’t yet finished. ‘You know how they offered you Nadira and you wouldn’t take her, even though you wanted to?’ she asked. Then she continued without waiting for a reply. ‘They gave her to me too, in a way. But I made the wrong decision. I took advantage of her. That’s when I knew they would succeed in turning me into a slave.’



He hugged her closer. ‘I had no idea,’ he said.



‘I don’t even really know why I did it,’ she continued, close to tears now. ‘It’s not like I’ve ever been particularly turned on by other women and I certainly never wanted to be dominant. I think it was just because it was what they wanted me to do. In a way I think I took advantage of Nadira in order to show my submission to Salt and the others. That’s what turned me on. It was my slave mentality taking over.’



‘It’s ok,’ he soothed, conscious of the inadequacy of his words, but unsure what else to say.



But Alice was in the full flow of her confession now and Campbell’s words did not seem to matter. ‘Nadira spoke to me about it this week. That’s how I knew that you had refused to rape her. She’s admired you for it ever since. You were the only man who showed that restraint. And she forgave me for what I did to her. That’s what helped me to completely come to terms with what I did for the first time. Now I think it’s time for you to do the same. You’re a good man, Campbell. You need to start believing it.’



They continued to embrace as she dissolved into sobs from the pent-up emotion.



…………



The two of them sat for a while without talking as they drank the rest of their first glasses of wine. Then Alice rose and announced her intention to get changed out of her work things. Campbell returned to his cooking and she left the room.



In the bedroom she slipped off her jacket, blouse and trousers and opened one of her bags. She wanted something comfortable to wear for dinner, but she also wanted to look nice for Campbell. She wasn’t going for overtly sexy, since they didn’t seem ready for that after their difficult conversation. Thankfully she had not brought many clothes, so she didn’t have a great deal of choice. She selected a pair of jeans which showed off her shape well and a nicely fitting jumper. The weather was mild and the carpets were thick, so she decided not to bother with socks.



Barefoot, she padded back to the kitchen to find that Campbell had refilled the wine glasses. She slid back onto her stool, took a sip and settled to watch him cook.



…………



The serious conversation between them had been positive and ground-breaking, but it had left both Campbell and Alice feeling rather drained. Their moods lightened as they ate dinner, helped by the consumption of the rest of the bottle of wine.



Alice realised that the alcohol was exactly what they both needed, and after the meal she suggested he fetch another bottle. While he did so she rummaged around in the drawer for the corkscrew, but suddenly she became aware of Campbell’s large presence behind her and felt his arms sliding around her waist.



She turned to find him looking at her with a quizzical expression on his face. She went up on tiptoes and kissed him in a way which she hoped was reassuring.



He put his arms around her and did not let her go after the kiss. Sensing his mood, she said, ‘I meant everything I told you and I’m sorry I wasn’t completely open with you before. I wasn’t ready to share it.’



He didn’t seem upset about her failure to keep him fully informed. Instead he asked a question with a smile twitching over his mouth as he spoke. ‘Did you really enjoy it when I did those things to you?’



Now she smiled too, although she blushed a little and looked down as she did so. ‘How can you even ask me that? I couldn’t have made it much more obvious at the time!’ she answered. ‘I still think about what you did when I need a little inspiration to get me in the mood on evenings alone in my apartment.’



‘I’m always glad to be of service in the lonely nights,’ he laughed, letting her go. She picked up the corkscrew and started to walk back to the table, where he had left the new bottle of wine. But before she had gone more than two steps he seized her again and pulled her close to him.



This time he did not say anything. He simply placed a large hand on the back of her head and held it still for another kiss. It was no longer a reassuring peck on the lips. Instead he explored her mouth passionately with his tongue, taking possession of it fully for the first time since they had escaped together from their ordeal. She responded to him with her own tongue, feeling her body tingle with the unfulfilled hopes of two years.



As she pressed her body close to his, she could feel his tell-tale hardness even through both their clothes. She sensed that her admission had opened the floodgates and that this was an opportunity not to be missed. But before she could do anything to encourage him she felt him dragging her towards the door. She let the corkscrew fall from her grip, its services no longer required, and succumbed willingly as he picked her up bodily, threw her with ease over his shoulder and carried her from the room like a prize.



…………



In the bedroom he dumped her unceremoniously on the bed and stripped off his shirt while she wriggled around to watch.



‘What are you planning to do to me?’ she asked, making no effort to conceal the glee in her voice.



He saw no need to dignify her question with an answer. She would find out soon enough. To say he had a plan would have been less than truthful. He had simply been overcome with an overwhelming desire to possess her roughly. She was his woman and he was going to treat her as such. The barriers of his reticence had been torn away and he was going to let his lust take its course by having his way with her body.



‘You’re wearing too much,’ he told her, matter of factly. Before she could do anything to remedy the situation, he clambered onto the bed, pushing her back on the covers as he did so, and straddled her body on his knees. He yanked her jumper up, pulling it over her breasts along with the little top she wore underneath. She responded by lifting her arms above her head and allowing him to remove the garments from her altogether.



Having been divested her upper clothing, Alice reached for the buckle of her belt. But Campbell was too quick for her. He took hold of her around the hips and flipped her onto her stomach. Then he placed one knee in the small of her back to hold her in position and unfastened her bra. Pulling the straps aside, he tore it from her body, leaving her topless.



She attempted to turn to face him, but he was having none of it. He removed his knee from her back, took a firm grip on her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. Alice squealed as she was manhandled around, but she left her head compliantly on the bed.



Campbell could not help being impressed with the enticing view she was presenting him of her arse, encased in the form-hugging jeans. He could not resist giving it a firm slap with the flat of his hand, drawing another squeal from Alice’s lips.



But to Campbell’s mind the denim of the jeans provided Alice’s flesh with far too much protection. He reached around her waist and unbuckled her belt, pulling it free of its loops. Before he cast it aside, he could not help briefly entertaining the thought that he could find other uses for the length of supple leather.



But for now he was busy. He reached around Alice once more to open the fastening of her jeans. Getting them off her when she was in such a compromising position was no easy feat, but he was planning to make the best of the task. First he yanked them down over her arse, jerking her whole body around with the vigour of his actions. Once he had her butt uncovered and her panties on display, it was easier for him to slide the jeans down to where her knees met the bed. He left them there for now, enjoying the sight of the creamy flesh of her toned upper legs.



Alice’s panties were very pleasant to Campbell’s eyes, especially with the pale blue fabric pulled taut over her raised arse. But he was in too much of a hurry to linger over the view. He wanted her stripped bare for him and he wanted it now. He pulled the panties down to join the jeans, leaving the naked flesh of her firm butt exposed to his gaze.



Once again, he spanked the woman he loved. The blow was no harder than his previous ones, but he knew that the removal of Alice’s clothing would make her feel it more keenly and her resultant shriek was louder as a result.



Campbell was barely able to contain himself, such was his outpouring of pent-up desire. He left Alice with her face buried in the bedclothes and stripped off the rest of his own clothes, fumbling over the zip of his jeans in his haste. His cock was jutting out proudly, desperate to get inside the woman who waited submissively for his next move.



It came quickly. He rejoined her on the bed and thrust one finger deep into her pussy. He found it invitingly wet. Clearly she needed no foreplay tonight. Alice was good and ready to be fucked.



But there was one more thing in his way. He reached for her knees, where her jeans and panties were bunched up. Taking hold of both garments together, he lifted one of her knees, then the other, and pulled the clothes from her legs. Finally he had her naked and all the barriers to his fulfilment were removed.



Pushing her thighs apart to accommodate him he knelt behind her and slid his cock easily into her waiting pussy. As he did so, he gasped his arousal audibly and heard her respond in the same way. All his sensations seemed to be heightened and he could feel her slick embrace around his cock like never before. He remembered the frustration of being forced to fuck her wearing a condom during her captivity and thanked the heavens that he had no such restriction now. He was going to fill her up with his seed.



Without bothering to build up momentum gradually, he took hold of her flanks as if she was a steed and began to thrust back and forth with enflamed lust. Initially she was thrown around, but she solved the problem by reaching forward with her hands and bracing herself against the head of the bed so she could push back against him.



As the intensity of his thrusting grew, so did the volume of his gasps. Alice too began to moan at the fucking she was receiving. But Campbell’s arousal was such that he could not contain himself for long. Very soon he tightened his grip on her hips, tensed his muscles and emitted a loud groan as his cock began to spill its juices into Alice’s depths.



It seemed as if he would come forever. He pulled her back onto his rod as it spurted its contents repeatedly into her pussy. Time after time his muscles contracted and yet more of his seed was expelled inside Alice. But like all good things, Campbell’s orgasm gradually came to an end. The twitches of his cock subsided and finally came to a standstill. Eventually he leaned forward and rested with his hands on the bed on either side of Alice’s body, breathing heavily as he recovered his composure. Then he slipped out of her and the two of them collapsed on the bed beside each other.



…………



Alice looked across at Campbell, his body heaving from his exertions and his cock still at half mast. ‘Well that’s me well and truly screwed,’ she said with a grin.



He smiled back at her. ‘It was a long time coming,’ he said. ‘But I think we’d better find something for you now.’



‘All in good time,’ she replied. She was still looking at his cock and was finding it strangely irresistible. A little of his cum was leaking from the tip, so she slid towards it and took him in her mouth.



Campbell groaned at the unexpected favour. Enjoying the confirmation that she was giving him pleasure, Alice licked what was left of his orgasm from his cock and swallowed it happily. Then she continued to fellate him gently, lying across him as he reclined on the covers.



It gave her immense satisfaction to feel his manhood stiffening again inside her mouth, so soon after he had come so explosively. Proudly she embraced his cock with her lips and teased it with her tongue as if it was her toy to play with. But she was cut short by Campbell taking her by the hair and removing her head from his loins.



‘You’ve made your point,’ he told her. ‘I admit that there’s nothing I’d like more than for you to keep doing that. Pretty soon you’d be getting another load right down your throat if you kept going. But my cock goes in your mouth when I say so, not when you feel like it. I told you it was your turn.’



Alice played along by pouting, but as he slid off the bed, she caught him by surprise by lunging once more with her head and wrapping her lips around his cock again.



This time he pulled her head off more forcefully, but not before she had felt him twitch responsively in her mouth. This game was giving her a delicious sense of power over him. She could turn him on with just a flick of her tongue.



‘Somebody’s asking for trouble!’ he chided. ‘If you can’t control yourself I’ll find a way to control you.’



‘Promises, promises!’ she responded, laughing. She knew that he was daring her to resist and face the consequences and she was definitely in the mood to accept the challenge. By now he was standing beside the bed, but his cock was still standing up and looking tempting. She grabbed it with her right hand and moved her head towards it again.



This time Campbell was ready for her. Before she could take him in her mouth, she found herself seized by strong arms and hauled off the bed. She squealed and put up some token resistance, but she knew that he was much stronger than her and besides, this kind of treatment was exactly what she had wanted. Within seconds her arms were twisted behind her back in a hammerlock position, held in place by one of Campbell’s large hands. His other hand was gripping her hair close to the scalp and holding her bent over. She allowed herself to be marched across the room in this undignified position until the two of them were standing in front of the full-length mirror.



Then he used his grip on her hair to raise her head so that she could see her reflection. She felt a rush of arousal at the sight of her slim form being restrained so easily by this man and subjected to his whim. She wondered, with a shiver of anticipation, what was to come.



‘Listen to me,’ he was saying. ‘Your mouth belongs to my cock, not the other way round.’ To prove his point he swung her head towards his body and held it tantalisingly close to his erection. Alice could pick up the masculine scent of his recent orgasm and longed to feel his hardness swell in her mouth, but her head was held fast and she could only look.



‘You will suck on my cock,’ he continued, ‘again and again and again. You will worship it as if your life depended on it. But you will do so when I say so, not when you fancy a taste. And you will more than likely do so on your knees, with your hands tied behind your back. And if I decide to finish off in your mouth, you will swallow every last drop as if it was the best meal you ever had. Do you understand?’

‘Yes sir,’ she answered promptly, picturing herself doing exactly what he described and feeling her loins dampen at the thought.



‘But right now I do not want a blowjob. I want to make you come. And because you can’t keep still, I’ll need to find a way to make you.’



He released her hair but kept her hands pinioned. She could feel him rummaging around the room and guessed that he was looking for materials with which to restrain her. They had not practised any form of bondage since they had escaped from Salt and his men, so he did not have a ready-made stock of supplies for occasions such as these.



But Campbell must have found what he was looking for, because he propelled her back to the bed and pushed her onto it. She sprawled on her back, looking up at him to see a dressing gown cord and a pair of her tights in his hands. The evening was getting better and better from her perspective.



He dumped his makeshift bonds on the bed and shifted her body until she was roughly in the centre, still on her back. Then he took her arms and raised them above her head before binding her hands together with the dressing gown cord and attaching them to the headboard. She tested his knots, but was pleased to find them secure.



In order to tie her arms, Campbell had to kneel close to her head. This brought his cock into close proximity to her face once again. Alice could not resist trying to reach for it with her mouth. Her restrained position meant that she did not succeed, but her efforts were not lost on Campbell. Leaving her on the bed, he went immediately to fetch something else.



He returned holding up the blue panties which she had been wearing earlier. ‘You’re just insatiable!’ he told her. ‘You’re leaving me with no choice but to stop you being able to use that mouth of yours.’ So saying he turned the panties inside out and folded them into a bunch, ensuring that the crotch was the part protruding from his fist, then he held them to Alice’s face.



Alice was well aware that she had been aroused before he had stripped her clothes from her earlier and that her juices had already been flowing while she was still wearing the panties, and she could now see the tell-tale evidence in the form of a wet, dark patch on the fabric of the panties before her eyes. She knew that she would be tasting herself very soon.



‘This is what happens to silly little girls who can’t keep their own mouths under control,’ Campbell told her. ‘They end up chewing on their own underwear.’



Without further ado he stuffed the panties into her mouth, ensuring that the crotch was pushed down onto her tongue. She bowed to the inevitable and made no attempt to resist, knowing that she had deliberately invited such treatment and that she was more than a little turned on by being degraded in such an exquisite way.



He leaned back to admire his handiwork. ‘Much better,’ he told her. ‘They suit you there. If you so much as think about spitting them out I’ll go and get the roll of duct tape from downstairs. I’m pretty sure it will hold them in place.’



Alice had no desire to be gagged with tape, so she obediently allowed the panties to stay in her mouth. As she had predicted, she could taste her own arousal on her tongue and she could only imagine how she must look to Campbell, trussed to the bed with the baby blue fabric protruding from her mouth. She found the humiliation delicious.



But Campbell was not finished with her. He took the pair of her tights which he had brought over with the cord and tore them in half. He pulled her legs apart as she lay on her back and attached first one ankle, then the other, to opposite corners of the bed with the tights. By the time he was done, Alice lay proffered like a sacrifice on the altar, her sex open and vulnerable to anything he might choose to do to it. She shivered excitedly in her bonds at the thought of her helplessness.



Since he had already emptied his load inside her and had now got her exactly where he wanted, Campbell was prepared to take things a little more slowly. He trailed his fingers up the inside of her leg after fastening the final knot around her left ankle. She could feel him stroking his way past her calf, the underside of her knee and her inner thigh, his touch getting more sensitive as it got closer to her most intimate area.



But he stopped before reaching it, then used his other hand to treat her right leg in the same way. Then he bent over her body and lowered his mouth onto one of her breasts. Gently he kissed all around it, making smaller and smaller circles until he was swirling his tongue around her nipple itself. Meanwhile he was circling the other breast with his index finger, finishing by teasing her nipple to an even greater degree of firmness.



Alice sighed into her panties with submissive pleasure. She could feel his cock brushing against her upper leg as he toyed with her breasts and she relaxed in her restraints. Her arousal was growing by the second at his hands and there was nowhere else in the world she would have rather been at that moment than trussed to the bed. She was an instrument to be played, and he was playing her like a concert pianist.



But like all melodies, Campbell’s tune was growing to a crescendo. He was exerting greater pressure on both her nipples with his mouth and his hand. One of her buds was now gripped between his teeth and the other was being squeezed between his finger and thumb. Her sigh became a moan, but he did not relent. His teeth felt like iron to Alice, and only when she was at the point of pain overtaking pleasure did he allow his grip to relax.



But then he switched sides, providing each breast with the same attention the other had received. First his touch was gentle and tender, then rough to the point of cruelty. But again he stopped just before it became too much for Alice, leaving her quivering with desire on the bed as he released his hold.



He lowered his head down her body, kissing all over her flat stomach as he moved lower. He lingered over her belly button, then descended further until his lips met the neatly trimmed upper limit of her bush. Alice remembered a time when it had been shaved from her against her will and she sighed as she considered the difference between her ordeal on that occasion and the incomparably better domination to which she was being subjected now.



Meanwhile Campbell slid one of his hands between her legs and sought out her pussy, sliding his finger into her warm, wet depths and drawing another moan from her gagged lips. ‘Ready?’ he murmured, but without waiting for a reply he lowered his head between her legs.



The touch of his tongue on her clit was like an electric current to Alice’s nerves. It made her body tingle all over. He kept his finger inside her pussy as he went down on her, sliding it back and forth in rhythm with his tongue. Before long Alice had stopped thinking coherently. She was dimly aware of her increasingly ragged breathing and the involuntary noises which were emanating from her mouth, only to be muffled by the panties stuffed there. Other than that, the only ability with which she was left was the power to feel.



…………



Campbell used his tongue nimbly, increasing his pressure and tempo over Alice’s clit until she was singing a more or less consistent tune of aroused groans. He knew that she was close as her volume increased and her muscles began to tense up in her bonds. There were times when he would have liked to bring her to the point of orgasm and then tease her by leaving her short of fulfilment, but this was not one of those times. Tonight he wanted her to be as satisfied as he was feeling.



So he kept his head down and his tongue and finger busy inside her. As she began to struggle, not from a desire to escape, but from the energy of her approaching climax, he wrapped his free arm around her leg and used it to keep her body under control. She was like a volcano on the brink of eruption and he planned to take her there as quickly as possible.



After just a few minutes, her groans had become closer to squeals and her back arched involuntarily, forcing her loins off the bed and driving her sex harder into his face. Still he maintained his oral attentions, but he reached up with his hand and plucked the panties from Alice’s mouth. He wanted the satisfaction of hearing her come at full volume.



The removal of the gag had a similar effect to popping the cork from a bottle of champagne. Suddenly Alice emitted a high-pitched, long drawn out moan of pleasure and he knew that she had arrived at her destination. Her muscles stayed tense for several seconds and he sensed her pussy contracting sharply. Gradually he slowed the motion of his tongue as she quietened down and eventually he lifted his head and looked at his bound lover, the throes of her climax now finished.



She had subsided into the bed, her muscles relaxed now. Her chest was still heaving and her skin was glistening from the effort of coming. He wiped her juices off his chin and leaned over her. He stroked her damp hair from her forehead and then bent to kiss her. Their tongues locked passionately for several seconds, then he raised himself once again.



‘I’m ready to go again with a little encouragement,’ he told her. ‘Can you help?’



‘With pleasure,’ she replied. ‘Missionary position? It’s about all I can manage unless you untie me.’



‘Sounds good,’ he said, ‘but I doubt many missionaries ever did what I’ve just done to you.’



‘Such a shame,’ she murmured with a grin. ‘I’m sure it would have made a lot of missionaries’ wives much happier.’



It was the work of seconds for him to release her hands from their bonds to allow her to prop herself up. He did not bother to untie her legs for now. Instead he straddled her upper body and offered her his cock. Enthusiastically she lowered her head onto it and bobbed back and forth until he was almost as stiff as before. When he was ready, he pulled out and allowed her to lie back again. Then he moved down the bed.



Positioning himself between her legs he slid into her pussy for the second time that evening. It welcomed him once more and he slid easily back and forth. This time his movement was less rushed and less intense, but no less pleasurable for him. It did not take long for him to reach the point of orgasm once more and he did not hold back. With a great sigh of satisfaction he released his second load inside her. It was not as explosive as his first climax, but every bit as satisfying.



With his cock still inside her, he lowered himself onto her so they could kiss once more. Then he slipped out and freed her legs. Together they lay entwined on the bedclothes as the evening wore into night and eventually they drifted off into a happy sleep.



…………



The next morning Campbell woke much earlier than Alice and got up, leaving her in bed. This in itself was not unusual, because he often had to make a Saturday round of deliveries. However, when she finally emerged, having finally located her dressing gown cord, she was surprised to find him dressed in outdoor gear and studying a map.



‘Are we going somewhere?’ she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and returning the cord to the service for which it had originally been intended.



‘We’re going to climb the Munro,’ he responded.



‘Which one?’



‘No idea what it’s called,’ he replied. ‘It doesn’t have an English name and the Gaelic one’s unpronounceable. But we can’t afford to hang around. It’s a long climb. You’ll need your walking boots.’



‘That won’t be a problem. I always leave them here. There’s not much need for them in London. But is there any chance I could have some breakfast and get dressed first? I’d look a bit strange in my nightie and walking boots!’



Campbell looked up for the first time and laughed. ‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘I was getting carried away with myself. Take your time. The weather forecast for the day looks good. But I like the sound of the clothing combination. Maybe I’ll make you wear it for me later!’



She breathed a silent sigh of relief that he was able to joke and that the night’s activities had not caused him to give in once more to his earlier guilt.



…………



They said little as they walked, choosing to save their energy for the effort of climbing the mountain. But after half an hour or so Campbell broke the silence. ‘I could never go back to working undercover,’ he announced. ‘That’s over for me.’



Alice was surprised. It was the first time he had ever said anything to suggest he would even consider a return from his isolation.



‘That wouldn’t be a problem,’ she replied, after a moment’s hesitation. ‘There are loads of ways a man with your experience could be useful. You’d be in great demand.’



They stopped talking again and continued the journey, making only occasional comments about the scenery while they stopped to catch their breath. After a couple of hours of hard work, finishing with a steep scramble up some loose rocks, they finally made the summit.



‘It’s a hell of a lot clearer today than it was the first time I climbed it,’ Campbell said, feeling the sense of elation which accompanies the conquest of a challenging peak.



Alice murmured her agreement. Her attention was taken by the seemingly endless expanse of mountains, sea and islands to the north and west. But Campbell was looking in the other direction. She moved to stand beside him. The views were impressive there as well.



‘I’d miss all this,’ he said sadly.



‘But the world needs you,’ she replied. ‘I need you.’



He turned to look her in the eyes for a few seconds, deep in thought. Then the two of them shared a quick picnic as the wind whipped around them, before beginning the long descent.



…………



That evening Campbell poured himself a glass of whisky after dinner and offered one to Alice. She enjoyed a good single malt as much as he did, but declined on this occasion. She was feeling more than a little agitated about a tantalising possibility she had been playing over and over in her mind since before the meal.



Campbell took his drink to the lounge and sank into the sofa with it, waiting for Alice to join him, but she did not sit down. She had resolved to take the plunge. ‘I’ll be back soon,’ she told him, in what she hoped was a suggestive tone. ‘Don’t take too long over that whisky.’



‘Can’t wait,’ he replied with a smile, before taking a large sip from his glass. She was aware of his eyes fixed on her arse as she left the room.



In the bedroom she opened her second bag. He had often teased her about her inability to travel light, but she had never told him the full truth about why she always brought two pieces of luggage north with her. Some of the contents were hardly fit for the hand luggage scanners. It looked as though she was finally going to get the chance to show him.



She delved beneath the top layers of clothing to pull out the secret items which lay concealed. She had brought them faithfully every time she visited, just waiting for the right time to put them on for him. But his inhibitions had always remained firmly intact and the opportunity had never presented itself. This time was different.



Alice took her hair out of its pony tail, allowing it to fall loose around her shoulders, and stripped out of her clothes. Naked, she inspected the little pile of garments she had removed from the bag. Then she selected a black thong and slipped it on. She felt it sliding up inside her crack as she pulled it to her waist and her loins began to tingle as she contemplated Campbell’s likely reaction when she emerged in it. She did not normally wear thongs, but she wanted her arse to be exposed and vulnerable to whatever he had in mind.



Next she picked up a pair of black hold-up stockings and slid first one, then the other, up her slim legs. She felt them gripping her thighs and became a little more turned on at the thought of how she must look in them. To find out she padded across the room to see herself in the full length mirror which hung on the wall. She was forced to admit to herself that she looked hot. The stockings elongated her legs and she knew that the sight of the naked top half of her body would be enough to make any red-blooded man stiffen.



But she was not yet done. Something was still missing from the outfit. She dug around once more in the case and pulled out a pair of black high heels. They were the ones she had worn the day before and they were an inch or so taller than any she would have normally chosen for work. Not only that, but they were made even more daring by the presence of ankle straps. As she slipped them on, she remembered the sense of naughtiness she had felt as she entered the room for her meeting, aware that everyone else had been casting more or less covert glances at her shoes. She buckled the straps tightly with resolution. She knew that she did not want them to come off any time soon. She was in this game for the long haul.



Just one item remained to complete her costume. She had bought it recently, having finally summoned up the courage to do so. She lifted it off the bed and held it up for inspection. It was a black leather collar with a slim length of chain attached to it.



She remembered being dominated by Salt during her captivity. Most of what the man had done to her had been repulsive, for all that her body had responded on some animalistic level to his actions. But the one thing he had done which really got her juices flowing was to collar her. She shivered as she remembered the cold steel of Ismail’s craftsmanship enclosing her neck and the turn of the key as Salt locked it in place.



This collar was not the same. She had spent some time looking for something equally well made in metal, but had been disappointed. Ismail’s skill was so great that all similar products on the market seemed tacky in comparison. So instead she had chosen one with a leather strap to encircle her neck rather than steel, but she made sure she picked one with a chain. She had waited for a long time for the day when she would be able to place the metal links in Campbell’s hand.



She tottered in her shoes across the room to the mirror once again to check out the view. There were no two ways around it. She was forced to admit that she looked like a complete and utter slut. It was exactly what she wanted. The heels made her legs look as if they went on forever, her naked breasts were pert and her nipples stiff with anticipation. The chain from the collar dangled enticingly between them. When she turned and looked at her rear view over her shoulder, she noticed the pleasing strain which the shoes put on her legs and the delightful failure of the thong to cover up her butt in any meaningful way whatsoever. She shuddered as she thought of what Campbell was likely to do when he got his hands on her arse and felt herself dampening between the legs at the prospect.



Walking back across to the bed, she decided to warm herself up properly. She slid her slender hand down the front of her thong and sought out her sex. It was already quite wet. Evidently little preparatory work would be needed on her part. Nevertheless she pleasured herself for a short time, teasing her finger back and forth over her clit as she dwelt on the image of Campbell taking her firmly and forcing her over his knees, before spanking her bare arse hard. Within a very short time her breath quickened and she could feel that she was soaking wet for her man. Then she withdrew her hand and picked up a small black bag which she had taken out of her luggage at the same time as her tiny amount of clothing.



As she walked towards the door, she spotted her glasses lying on the bedside table. On a whim, she picked them up and put them on. She knew that Campbell thought that they gave her a sexy look and she considered herself in the mirror before deciding to keep them on for him. But they did not look right with her hair down, so she found her grips and pinned her tresses up. Finally she looked once more in the mirror and decided that she looked suitably like a naughty secretary who was offering herself to her boss. Then she steeled herself, set her shoulders back and walked from the room.

…………



Campbell heard Alice’s voice before he saw her entering the room. She had taken some time to get ready and he had almost drained his glass of whisky.



‘I’m sorry I didn’t choose my nightie and walking boots,’ she said. ‘I can get changed into them if you prefer.’



Immediately he looked up and took in the view. He had been in no doubt about what she was doing and was ready for a sexy outfit, but what he saw took his breath away and he almost spilled what was left of his drink.



Alice was sashaying slowly towards him, her legs encased in sleek hold-ups and her feel strapped into impractically high heels. Other than that she wore nothing but a thong, a black collar and her glasses. His cock began to stiffen even as he remained in his seat. His eyes were drawn to her breasts, which were pointing their nipples invitingly in his direction, complimented perfectly by the chain from the collar hanging between them.



Best of all he looked at her face and noticed that her cheeks were blushing slightly and that she was trying hard to look him directly in the eye behind her glasses. He knew that she was self-conscious about wearing them and found it sweet that she had put them on for him. There was nothing brazen about Alice. She was finding it hard to be so provocative and he found her difficulty adorable. He grinned encouragingly in her direction and beckoned her towards him, knowing that she would need him to take the lead from now on. This was the woman he had fallen in love with.



‘You’ll do just fine,’ he told her. ‘Get your hot little arse over here.’



She moved across the room until she was standing directly in front of his seat, then leaned over him, planting one hand on each arm of his chair. This caused the chain to dangle into his lap. He took hold of it and used it to draw her face towards his, before locking his lips passionately onto hers. He invaded her mouth with his tongue for several seconds, enjoying the way she responded to him, before releasing his hold on her, allowing her to stand up and admiring her body once again.



For the first time he noticed that she was carrying a small black bag. His eyes had previously been drawn by her more obvious attributes. But this time he noticed because she delved into it and pulled out a set of steel handcuffs. She set the bag down, dangled the cuffs over one finger in his direction and raised her eyebrows at him questioningly.



Still a part of him found it hard to believe that she actually wanted him to dominate her. He needed to be sure that she was into this as much as he was. But he didn’t want to spoil the mood by asking pathetically for reassurance, so he tried a different tack to put the ball in her court one last time.



‘Once I get those cuffs on you, you belong to me until I say otherwise,’ he stated. ‘If you want me to consider your feelings in any way whatsoever, or you want me to think of you as anything other than a mere toy for my pleasure, you’ll put them out of my sight and keep them there. Otherwise I won’t be answerable for what I do to you.’



This time Alice looked him directly in the eye without difficulty and bit her lip slightly. Instead of answering him verbally she snapped one cuff shut on her right wrist and put her hands behind her back. Campbell heard the tell-tale click as she locked the restraints in place on her other wrist and he knew that she had given him the answer he was seeking. Her fate was sealed.



He leaned back, gestured to tell her to spin around for him and allowed his mind to explore the insanely erotic possibilities which now presented themselves to him as she obeyed. From the rear she looked at least as hot as from the front. Campbell’s eyes roamed over her form, taking in the pinned hair, the trim back, the cuffed hands, the exposed arse, bisected perfectly by the thong and the toned legs. Then he waited while she completed her rotation and faced him once more.



‘That was a foolish thing to do,’ he told her with mock seriousness. ‘Put yourself in my position for a moment. You are looking at a silly little girl who has just put herself in bondage for you. Your cock is so hard inside your clothes it’s hurting you. What would you do right now if you were me? Would you show her any mercy?’



Alice thought for a moment before responding. ‘I’d use her for my pleasure, sir. I think I’d start by making her suck my cock. I’d make her do it on her knees to show her where she belongs and I might even make her drink my cum to teach her a lesson. Then I’d see what other toys she has in her little bag and use them to punish her. By the end she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.’



Inside him Campbell’s heart leapt at the invitation he had just been given. But he made sure he maintained his stern exterior. ‘Good advice,’ he replied. ‘Sadly for you, you’re not the one in my position. But let’s get going. I think the plan started with you on your knees sucking my cock, didn’t it?’



He stood up from his armchair, took Alice by the chain and led her to a different seat. This one was hard with wooden slats. It was more suitable for his purpose. He indicated to Alice, by placing pressure on her head with his hand, that she was to kneel in front of it. When she had done so, he took hold of the end of her chain and looped it around one of the bars below the chair’s seat, tying it in some sort of a knot. It was not a very effective restraint, but he found it erotic to have a woman chained to his chair on her knees, her mouth at the right height and just waiting for his arrival.



Before he sat down, he went back to pick up the bag which Alice had brought with her. He saw her head turning as she tried to see what he was doing.



‘I think I might just do things in a slightly different order,’ he told her. ‘I’m keen to see what’s in this bag before I get my cock between your lips. Let’s have a little look at what’s in store for you.’



Inside he found several items which seemed entirely appropriate given the turn the evening was taking. There was a black blindfold, not dissimilar to the ones used to help people sleep on planes. But this one was made of leather with soft padding to cover the eyes. There was also a black ball gag, which looked too large to be comfortable for the unfortunate wearer.



In addition to the blindfold and gag, Campbell found a pair of steel nipple clamps. He guessed they had come from the same set as the collar. There was also a wicked-looking metal butt plug with some accompanying lube. Finally there was a key, which he guessed belonged to the handcuffs which Alice was wearing.



He had expected to find a spanking implement, given Alice’s reference to being unable to sit down, but in this he was disappointed. For a moment he was worried that he had misheard her, but then he found a scrap of paper in the corner of the bag. It was a note in Alice’s handwriting.



‘I chose a thong for a reason,’ the note read. ‘I hope you can think of something to do with my exposed arse cheeks. The bag is too small for what I had in mind, but I’m sure you’ll find a suitable implement.’



Campbell felt his cock stiffen as he read the note. His mind immediately settled on a tool to fulfil the purpose Alice had described in her note, but it could wait until later. For now his cock had an urgent appointment with her mouth. He took the blindfold and put the other items back in the bag, then returned to his kneeling partner.



‘There’s something I particularly like about making a silly little girl suck my cock while she’s blindfolded,’ he said, slipping the glasses from Alice’s eyes and replacing them with the leather pad. Once he had her in darkness, he continued. ‘It turns me on that I can watch my cock sliding in and out, but all she can do is navigate by feeling. Tonight I’m going to watch my cock exploding in that silly little blindfolded girl’s mouth and I’m going to remember that I’m doing it because she wanted me to.’



He sat down in the chair and unzipped his flies. Leaving his cock inside his boxer shorts, he said, ‘You can take it from here. Get working.’



He watched, entranced, as Alice leaned over his crotch as far as her chain would allow and moved her head blindly to seek out his erection. There was something pitifully erotic about the effort she was making, purely to give him pleasure. He felt as if he could come just from the sheer power rush, before she had even got him in her mouth.



But of course he wanted to hold onto his seed as long as he could, to spin out his enjoyment of the situation. So he waited until she had located his tell-tale bulge with her nose and then observed with aroused fascination as she made resourceful use of her teeth and tongue to manoeuvre the opening of his boxer shorts into the right position and allow his cock to spring free.



Once she had succeeded in the first part of her mission she wasted no time in carrying out her main task. She took him enthusiastically in her mouth and started to work her lips up and down his shaft. Campbell groaned with pleasure, knowing the unique joy which comes from having a woman abasing herself completely, as Alice was at that moment.



Campbell’s cock was rock solid from the moment Alice’s lips came into contact with it, but it became even harder as she bobbed her head up and down. She worked her mouth skilfully over his length and used her tongue tantalisingly to keep him on the edge. In his reverie, Campbell remembered a time when he had used her like this before. That had been on a plane, with the constant awareness that they were probably being watched and needed to put on a show. This time it was different and infinitely better. He knew that she belonged to him completely, willingly and only to him.



He looked down at the sight of his cock repeatedly disappearing between Alice’s lips, before reappearing shortly afterwards as she drew her head back, slick and glistening each time as she kept her mouth wet for him. He allowed her to set her own pace, feeling no need to intervene because she was doing a great job on her own. She was even managing to take him up to the hilt without him forcing her to do so. At one stage she hesitated with his cock fully embedded in her mouth, as if to emphasise her ability to deep-throat him, even with her hands restrained behind her back.



He was so lost in his pleasure that he forgot for a couple of minutes that he was treating her as his slave, and that a dose of humiliation was in order. ‘You’re one hell of a cock-sucker,’ he said. It was hardly the most eloquently dominant remark ever, but it got him started.



Feeling inspiration come as Alice continued to fellate him on her knees, he continued to address her. ‘You look hot with my cock stuffing your mouth. Does it turn you on? I bet your pussy is sopping wet inside that obscene little thong you’re wearing. Shall we have a look and find out?’



To establish the truth of his claim, he pulled her head gently off his erection and stooped to slide his hand inside the waistband of her underwear. What he found as he sought out her sex was more than he had expected. The evidence of Alice’s advance preparations had been supplemented liberally by the arousal she always felt when she went down on him, and her juices were flowing freely.



‘There we are,’ he crowed. ‘The little girl we talked about earlier seems to have got herself all turned on by having her mouth filled up. Does she like spending time on her knees for me?’



As he spoke, he started to caress Alice’s clit gently, with the result that she replied with an involuntary moan.



‘I think that was a definite yes,’ Campbell continued. ‘So I think she’d better get back to work. Let’s see how well she can suck me off while I tease her wet pussy.’



He guided her head back onto his cock but kept his hand between her legs. His position was less comfortable this way, but he was more than compensated for it by the increased regularity of her moans, delightfully muffled by his cock, as he stroked her clit.



Meanwhile Alice devoted herself once more to his pleasure. She resumed the rhythmic bobbing of her head which had served her well previously and was rewarded as Campbell’s growing gasps joined with her noises. The two of them were building in unison to a crescendo.



Campbell could feel himself getting close as she built up the speed of her ministrations. He felt the need to give her some sort of warning that he was going to come, not because he had any plans to allow her to pull off, but because he wanted her to prepare herself for his seed. ‘I hope you’re ready to swallow for me,’ he panted, ‘because I’m about to fill you up.’



‘Mmmmm!’ Alice replied succinctly.



But Campbell could not help noticing that Alice was getting noisier by the second as he approached his orgasm. She was making increasingly high pitched sounds around his cock as he continued to stimulate her clit inside the thong. The consequent vibrations sped him towards his climax. Not only that, but she was wriggling with excitement now in her bonds. The thought struck him that she might beat him to orgasm.



But then he was there. He felt himself tipping over the edge and his cock taking over his body completely, as it spurted his seed into her willing mouth. He was just managing to stay in his seat when he realised that she was squealing with arousal as he emptied himself between her lips. Her entire body had tensed up and her back was arched. He could tell that it was as much as she could do not to pull off of his cock. The two of them were coming in unison.



Campbell felt his cock release a powerful second wave as he continued to run his finger over Alice’s clit. His movements were unfocused and clumsy now, but it clearly no longer mattered. His touch was sufficient to keep her coming. She screamed incoherently around his cock and for a second or two he thought she was going to let go of him.



‘Don’t you dare pull off!’ he warned her, as he felt his cock twitch again and send another load of his cum into her mouth. ‘Your mouth stays right where it is and you swallow the lot. Otherwise I’ll make it even worse for you afterwards!’



He could tell that Alice must be holding his cum in her mouth, because she was too caught up in her climax to be able to swallow anything at that moment. She hung on grimly and did her best to follow his instructions, but as she gasped for air she could not help losing a few drops of his seed down her front. He watched it dripping onto her breasts.



But his cock’s convulsions were losing their intensity now, and Alice’s orgasm was coming to an end too. He allowed her to lick the last of his juices from his tip and removed his cock from her mouth as she subsided back onto her ankles.



‘Swallow it,’ he ordered, tucking his cock away. He watched his slave girl carry out the task with satisfaction, before allowing her to catch her breath.



…………



Alice was still panting a little when she felt Campbell seizing her by the upper arms and yanking her to her feet. He dragged her to the door and she did her best to totter after him on her heels, her cuffed hands playing no useful role in helping her to keep her balance and her blind eyes giving her no way of knowing where she was going as she was manhandled through the cottage.



With the strong, masculine taste of Campbell’s cum still occupying her mouth and her jaw still aching from entertaining his cock for so long, she felt herself being pushed again to her knees. She wondered if she was to be forced, once again, to serve her master orally, and licked her lips to help prepare for a further assault from his cock. But it did not materialise. Instead, she felt him stripping the blindfold from her, putting her glasses back on her face, and releasing her hands from the cuffs. Blinking in the sudden light, she found herself kneeling on the thick rug in the bedroom, looking directly into the mirror.



She rubbed her wrists where they had been restrained by the cuffs and looked up to see Campbell’s imposing form standing over and behind her. There was something so eloquent about the tale told in that mirror, that Alice almost wanted the moment to last forever.



She saw him, clothed and on his feet, his considerable height magnified by her position beneath him. He was looking down with an expression of sated lust on his face. She knew that inside his flies his cock would be gradually coming to life again, having emptied its first load down her throat. She had always found him attractive and she thought that she had never seen him looking better.



But she was even more aroused by the image of herself. She looked exquisite on her knees, naked but for the flimsy and inadequate garments which she had picked out to turn him on. Her neck was encircled by the collar which she had chosen for herself. She was framed by his legs, which he was holding a little apart. She could feel the fabric of his jeans brushing against her bare shoulders and back. She looked every inch the slave to his master.



But there were even more tantalising details in the scene which met her eyes. For example, she could still see the slim metal chain trailing from the collar, down between her breasts. Her nipples were still erect, even after her recent orgasm. One of them bore a drip of Campbell’s cum, where it had fallen after spilling from her lips. She could feel the drip slowly sliding downwards, obeying the inexorable pull of gravity, and she knew that soon it would fall from her breast onto her knees or to the floor. But she knew that she would not be permitted to wipe it off, so she wore it proudly as a badge of her submission.



She watched as Campbell opened the little black bag. He had evidently brought it with him from the other room. She almost shuddered a little as she wondered which of her toys he was going to inflict on her first. She knew that in his hands they would become instruments of torture and she wondered, for the millionth time, why that was exactly what she craved.



She saw him take out the steel nipple clamps and she waited for him to clip them in place. But instead he placed them in her right hand. She looked at them for a second, confused.



‘I want to watch,’ he told her. ‘Put them on.’



She hesitated, then did as she was bidden. As she allowed the first clamp to close its teeth on her nipple, she braced herself for the pain. But her preparation was not sufficient to prepare her for the shock, and she gasped before biting her lip to hold in a cry. The other nipple was the one which was decorated with Campbell’s cum. When Alice gave it the same treatment as its sister, she tensed up involuntarily, dislodging the drip and feeling it land, cold now to the touch, on her inner thigh.



Acclimatising herself to the ongoing discomfort of the clamps, she rested back on her ankles and took in the view once again. She could see the tortured expression on her own face and could hear her own quickened breathing as she struggled not to make a complaint. She knew that it would fall on deaf ears and she knew that she would not have wanted him to show mercy. Once again she asked herself what sort of a woman she was to desire this sort of torture.



But Campbell was not leaving her with time to dwell on the matter. He held up the black ball gag and presented it to her. ‘Your mouth has already done its only useful job,’ he informed her, bluntly. ‘Do me the favour of shutting it up for the rest of the evening, will you?’



Alice felt the humiliation hit her like a wave. Her mouth was a mere receptacle for his cock. As his slave, her voice held no meaningful function. But instead of arguing in righteous outrage, she obediently slotted the ball into her mouth, feeling it distending her lips as she did so, and started to buckle it behind her head.



‘Tighter!’ Campbell snapped.



Alice could already feel the ache returning to her jaw, but he was insisting on tormenting her some more. She pulled the strap one hole tighter and felt the unpleasant sensation increase. ‘You bastard!’ she muttered, aware that it would merely sound like incoherent mumble to Campbell.

Angie squirmed and wriggled, testing the restraints as she reveled in the sensation of her captivity. Vanessa had tied her to the fucking table, and she was helpless to do anything at all, which was just the way she liked it. The panties had been replaced with a ball gag, because they wouldn’t have been nearly enough to stifle the screams the machine would draw out of her.



Vanessa struck her with the crop, savoring the different noises she made. Angie writhed and pushed her breasts forward as best she could, loving the bite of a crop as precursor to pleasure. After a small set of strokes, Vanessa set the crop down and started to tease and caress her lovers body with her hands. Angie moaned as her fingers pinched her nipples. Vanessa stroked her all over; slipped a finger between the gag and her cheek. Finally she rubbed her wet cunt lips, lightly but firmly, tracing a small amount of her juice over her clit. Angie strained against her bonds and panted with lust. Vanessa grabbed her hair. “You’re really in for it now, slut, you’d better fucking hold still or else.” With that, she powered up the machine and sat down on her cushioned bench off to the side to watch.



The phallus started slow, pressing against her lips and sliding inside. Angie sighed, enjoying the feel of the dildo rubbing inside her, Within a couple of minutes, Angie was very excited, dripping wet, and very nearly ready to cum- but the machine was still going too slow for her to orgasm. Vanessa watched her from her seat, with a finger rubbing her hardening clit and a wicked glint in her eye. She fingered her pussy lightly, delighting in Angies frustrated, eager writhing. Slowly, she slid her finger to her mouth, licking and sucking her own juices, never taking her eyes off her bound, aroused lover. She stretched sensually, then turned up the speed.



Angie gasped and writhed, struggling against her bonds. Within seconds she was cumming. The dildo kept fucking her, as she had expected. She knew she was far from done.



The dildo fucked her for several long minutes before she came again, and then again, her pussy growing more tender and sensitized. Vanessa sauntered over to pour lube on the dildo, watching it batter her lovers wet, tender cunt. “Now,” she whispered to her, leaning close to her ear, “The REAL fun starts now.” She set the machine to the highest possible speed.



Angie screamed into the gag, wailing as she came hard on the dildo. Vanessa watched her for a while, her own cunt growing wet as she watched her lover writhe and cum uncontrollably. She straddled Angies wet pussy and started rubbing her clit hard, masturbating astride her so she could see and feel her cum too. In Vanessas excited state, she didn’t last long, and sprayed her cum all over her lovers sweating body. She sighed with release, and leaned forward to tenderly kiss Angies forehead, but she did not shut off the machine. Instead, she slid off her and lowered her head to her soaking wet, smooth and delicious pussy.



Vanessa licked her slowly at first, then quickly started lapping at her in earnest, drinking up her flowing juices. Angies pussy spasmed with pleasure as she screamed her enjoyment of Vanessas hot tongue. Angie squirted onto Vanessas face, not a lot, but enough to catch her attention. Vanessa licked her lips as her eyes rolled back in her head with satisfaction. “Mmm,” she said. “That was nice, but you’re still not done yet, girl.” She walked over to the toy chest, and returned with their Hitachi wand, which she then plugged in and held over her struggling lover. “Do you want it?” Angie nodded her head furiously and made desperate noises of affirmation into the gag.



Vanessa turned the wand on low and rubbed it over one of Angies nipples, and then the other. She slid the wand over Angies body, lower and lower. Then, she held it over and above her pussy. “Are you ready to cum your brains out now, you whore?” Angie thrust her body upward, struggling to reach the toy with her clit as she wailed her want into the supressing gag. “I guess you are.” Vanessa flipped the speed to high, then pressed the head of the wand to Angies clit.



Angie arched her body, pressing herself into the toy, cumming harder than she had in weeks. She screamed and screamed with pleasure, and squirted uncontrollably, until finally she couldn’t take anymore and Vanessa removed the vibrator from her spasming pussy. She switched off the Hitachi, powered down the machine, and tenderly caressed her lover before taking off her gag and kissing her passionately, juices mingling in their mouths. “Did you enjoy that?” Vanessa asked her softly, teasingly.”I did.” Angie responded, gazing longingly at her lover. They shared another kiss, and Vanessa set to work undoing her bonds.

Hannah stood still in the middle of the dimly lit room, her dyed pink hair pulled into pigtails, her bright, curious blue eyes slowly taking in her surroundings. Her top was simple, a powder blue tee with cap sleeves, that hung slightly from her small breasts, barely a handful. She wore a pair of dark wash boot-cut jeans that hugged her button ass nicely, the reason she bought them. Her skin was as soft as velvet and pale, although it didn’t show much in the dim light, and her lips were slightly larger than expected for her mouth, a pale, peach color.



Her eyes were closed as she took a deep breath in. She felt the giddy nausea of being nervous wash over her as she exhaled slowly. She felt someone put a hand on her left cheek, gently stroking it with their thumb, and she tilted her head towards the hand and placed her own over it, squeezing gently, lovingly.



“Are you sure you want to go through with this, kiddo?” Anton asked, concern evident in his tone. After another calming breath, she opened her eyes and smiled, blushing slightly. Anton was a handsome man with short cropped dark hair and a perpetual five o’clock shadow. His eyes were as blue as hers, but there was something behind them, something commanding and inflexible, something that demanded respect. He was bare-chested and barefoot, wearing only black yoga pants.



“Yes, Anton, I’m sure.”



Anton smiled back at her and leaned forward, giving her a brief kiss on the forehead. He then removed his hand from her cheek and removed something from his back pocket: a white collar.



“Okay Hannah, here are the rules. I’m going to put this collar around your neck,” he stopped at that and stroked her neck gently, smiling. “Your beautiful, slender neck…,” she felt herself blush a little more at the compliment, “…and as long as it remains around your neck, you will be submissive to me. I will treat you however I wish and you will enjoy it, no matter how humiliating or degrading. I will not hurt you, much, and I will not take anything too far, but you will, for all intents and purposes, be my slave. Do you understand?” Hannah nodded. Her nerves had made her mouth dry and she was afraid to try and speak.



“Now, Hannah, I am going to say and do things to you that don’t seem like things friends should do to one another, but this is not personal. This is part of the experience and the things I say and do I will only ever do if you are wearing the collar. Do you understand this as well?” Again, Hannah nodded. The nervousness was starting to turn to anticipation and the nausea was being overtaken by rising waves of excitement.



Anton stepped forward and Hannah lowered her head slightly, allowing Anton to reach around and secure the collar around her neck. He made sure it was secure and not too tight and Anton stepped back again.



“Take off your socks, your shirt and your pants, Hannah. In that order.” Hannah quickly removed her socks and then hesitated a moment. Anton cocked an eyebrow and she removed her shirt. She blushed slightly as she bent over and pulled down her jeans. Anton cocked his eyebrow again at the sight: Hannah was wearing a tiny, pink, cotton thong.



“I thought you didn’t wear thongs,” he mused as he walked around and stood behind her.



“I got it just for you,” she said, smiling and blushing a little. Blushing all over.



“It’s adorable,” he said as he placed his hand on her ass and squeezed gently. He then moved his hands to her upper arms and slowly traced them downwards, feeling her smooth skin and the slight tremble in her body. He got to her wrists then let his hands trail off of her.



“Remove your bra and your thong. Slowly.” Hannah closed her eyes and reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her small breasts. She slid her thumbs into the waistband of the skimpy, pink thong and bent over slowly, sliding it down her legs. Her cheeks burned crimson as she stood back, holding her hands in front of her exposed body, trying subtly, meekly, to cover herself. She was fully nude and Anton was standing right behind her.



She stood there for what felt like ages, waiting for Anton to act. She started to look over her right shoulder, but was stopped.



“Do not look back nor move, Hannah. I have not asked you to so until I tell you to do something, you will just stand there,” Anton’s voice was firm and commanding, but not unhappy. So Hannah waited a little longer. She examined the room they were in: there was a bed, numerous hooks and cords and bars hanging from the ceiling and walls, as well as a table with various sex toys and bondage gear on it. It reminded her of the bondage dungeons she had seen online, only brighter, and with a bed.



“Alright, I’ve decided what your first lesson shall be, Hannah.” Anton could not see her face, but Hannah smiled.



LESSON ONE: SAINT ANDREW’S CROSS



Anton walked around in front of Hannah and her blush deepened. She found herself looking down, trying harder to cover herself.



“Hannah,” he said in a stern voice and she looked up. “Put your arms by your sides and maintain eye contact.” Hannah lowered her eyes and moved her arms slightly, but not to her side. She did not recall the last time she had felt so much embarrassment. Anton took a step forward and put his finger under her chin, gently lifting her face to be eye to eye with him.



He smiled at her and she managed a weak smile back. Then, without warning, he drew back his right hand and slapped Hannah across the face with enough force that she staggered backwards, off balance. She regained her footing and put her hand to her cheek and began to rub it. When she looked at Anton, tears were beginning to spill down her face.



Hannah looked hurt and betrayed by Anton’s sudden and unexpected assault as he stepped forward and grabbed a handful of her pink hair. He jerked her head hard to the side and spoke to her through clenched teeth.



“Listen closely because I don’t want to repeat myself. You belong to me now and I do not tolerate disobedience. I am going to treat you like the little slut you are and you’re going to go along with it. Do you understand?” He let go of her hair and she wiped the tears from her cheeks.



“Now put your hands above your head.” Hannah did so quickly for fear of being hit again. Anton stepped forward and she closed her eyes. She couldn’t hide her shame, but she didn’t have to watch it. She could feel Anton’s breath on her face and felt him grab her right hand and wrap it in something, and then do the same thing with her left. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up.



Both of her wrists were fastened into leather hand cuffs and these were part of a spreader: a three foot bar of steel that insured her hands would stay where they were. The spreader was chained to the ceiling, limiting Hannah’s mobility to a few feet in any direction. She looked back to Anton, who had gone over to one of the tables of toys and gear and was returning with another spreader and what she assumed was a ball-gag. Hannah opened her mouth to ask him what he was planning, but thought better of it.



Anton placed the spreader on the ground and stood back up.



“This isn’t the last time I’ll say this Hannah, but open your mouth.” Nervously, she opened as wide as she could. Anton placed the ball in her mouth until it was a snug fit and tied it, rather tightly, around the back of her head. Her jaw was stretched enough that it was just slightly uncomfortable, but she knew she was not allowed to complain.



Anton then knelt before Hannah and grabbed one of her ankles, fastening it into the spreader’s leather cuff. He looked up and found he was perfectly level with Hannah’s pussy. He smiled and looked up at Hannah, who blushed again.



“Spread your legs for me, Hannah.” She obeyed him, but not before closing her eyes and looking up; watching him just deepened her shame.



Anton grabber her other ankle and secured it in the cuff. Hannah was now standing, nude and spread-eagle, in front of him. Her body had no secrets now. Anton placed his hand on her lower leg and slowly, gently, began to slide it up. Hannah kept her eyes shut, but her body was starting to respond. As Anton reached the side of her knee, she felt a pleasurable tingle in her spine. He began to slowly move his hand up her inner thigh and she felt herself getting aroused.



Anton reached the apex of her legs and stopped, slowly removing his hand. He stood up and took a step back, looking Hannah up and down, her arms and legs bound and spread, the ball-gag firmly in place. He stepped up to her and gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “You look so sexy right now, Hannah.” Anton stroked her cheek a few more times then let it wander down her cheek to her neck and from there he traced a line down to her breast. Anton began to slowly massage her small breast and she felt her nipples getting hard with her rising arousal.



Anton leaned in and gave Hannah’s neck a long, sensuous lick and she found herself letting out a small moan. At this, Anton grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. She manage a small squeal of pain through the gag and Anton smiled, beginning to move his hand further down her body, lightly grazing her stomach, then her pelvic area. Her hips thrust forward involuntarily.



“Are you enjoying this Hannah? Do you like being tied up and used?” When Hannah did not answer, Anton gave her hair a quick, painful jerk. “Answer me.” Hannah managed to whimper yes just as Anton’s hand reached her pussy. Hannah began to breath a little harder as Anton gently rubbed his hand back and forth, smiling. She felt herself getting wet and her breathing continued to increase.



“You like this, don’t you, Hannah? I’ve always known you were a slut, you just needed a chance to explore it.” Anton’s words only heightened her arousal further as he continued to slowly, gently, massage her young peach. Her breathing was starting to come in short, quick breaths and the smell of her sex began to fill the air.



Anton continued to grip her hair, pulling back on it a little more every few moments so that she never fully adjusted to the pain. He began to gently work his finger inside her and her body blossomed to accept it. Feeling how wet she had become, he gradually worked another finger in. Slowly, almost agonizingly so, he slid both fingers deeper inside Hannah. She closed her eyes and moaned against the gag.



He began to slide his fingers in and out of her pussy, slowly at first, but gradually increasing his speed until his rhythm matched her breathing. With what little focus Hannah was able to muster, she looked pleadingly at Anton, her eyes half-glazed over with lust and desire. He smiled wickedly and stopped abruptly, his fingers still inside her.



The glazed look immediately left Hannah’s eyes and she tried to muffle protest through the ball-gag but only managed a trickle of saliva running down her chin. Anton left his fingers inside her for a moment, smiling as she struggled and pushed against them, trying to get him to continue. But he did not, slowly pulling his fingers out from her.



“I have a present for you.” He loosened the back of her ball-gag and removed it, letting it hang around her neck. Hannah’s jaw was slightly sore from having it stretched for so long and she closed it quickly. Anton brought his fingers up to her face and held them near her lips. She could smell herself and, strangely, found the smell intoxicating.



Anton teasingly brushed his fingers over her lips. Hannah did not know what she was expected to do but the intimacy and the smell kept her wet. He pressed his fingers slightly against her lips and she didn’t resist. As he slid his fingers into her warm mouth, she could taste herself and found this was not disagreeable. As she closed her eyes, she sucked instinctively, licking and cleaning her own wetness from his fingers. Anton smiled approvingly as he removed his fingers from her mouth.



“You seem a little worked up,” he teased as she continued to breathe heavily “perhaps I should give a while to calm down and relax.”



“No Anton, you can keep going,” she interjected. Anton’s smiled disappeared and he slapped her, hard, across the face. She looked back, her cheek red, tears welling in her eyes.



“Do not ever interrupt me again, do you understand?” Hannah started to nod and Anton slapped her again. When she looked back this time, tears freely rolled down her cheeks. “That was so you don’t forget,” he added. He replaced the ball-gag in her mouth.



LESSON TWO: SLAVE POSITION



Walking around behind her, he placed his hands on her slender hips and began to run them up her body. “What shall we do next, kiddo?” She leaned back against him as his hands reached her breasts and began to massage them. He pinched her nipples, lightly at first, then harder as they stiffened between his fingers. She pushed back against him harder, pressing her ass against his crotch.



“Someone’s feeling frisky,” Anton said as he traced his hands back down to Hannah’s hips. She began to rub her ass against him and she could feel his growing erection through his pants. “I think it’s time for you next lesson.”



He knelt behind her and undid her ankles from the cuffs on the spreader. Standing, he undid the cuffs from her wrists and she tentatively put her hands by her sides and closed her legs. Anton walked away from her for a moment and she did not dare look back. It wasn’t long before he returned and she felt something cold and leather wrapped around her arms and slip over her hands. It felt like he had slid her arms into long, leather gloves that covered from the tips of her fingers all the way up to just below her shoulders.



A jolt of pain suddenly made her gasp as the gloves were pulled tightly so that her elbows were nearly touching. It strained terribly on her shoulders which she feared would be torn from their sockets. But Anton did not attempt to bind her arms any closer than that. He laced up the arm binders, keeping her arms behind her and thrusting her chest out. She looked over her shoulder pleadingly as Anton walked around to stand in front of her.



He put his right hand on her shoulder and pushed down gently. “Get down on your knees,” he said and Hannah complied. He crouched in front of her and reached behind her head, undoing the ball-gag. Hannah closed her mouth, relaxing her jaw. Anton began to slowly trace his thumb over her lips. “Have you ever sucked cock before, kiddo?” Hannah slowly shook her head and blushed slightly, looking to the floor. Smiling wickedly, Anton put his finger under her chin and raised her to look in his eyes. “First time for everything,” he said, causing her blush to deepen. He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers and stood.



Hannah looked up, her blue eyes simultaneously filled with expectation and hesitancy. He slowly removed yoga pants and Hannah silently gasped. She had seen pornography before but had never seen a real cock, especially not this close. Anton began to stroke his semi-erect member, preparing it for Hannah’s inaugural act of fellatio.



She stared straight ahead, fascinated, watching Anton’s dick grow in his hand and she began to wonder if it would all fit in her mouth. Or what it would taste like. Or what she would do with it. This was all new to her and now she wondered if she’d be able to satisfy Anton properly. Anton stepped forward and gently rubbed the head of his cock against Hannah’s cheek.



“Nervous?” he asked. She shook her head no even as the butterflies in her stomach intensified. He began to run his cock across her cheek to her lips where he tenderly traced it over her top lip first, then her bottom. It felt soft and warm against her skin. As he drew it across her lips, she tentatively stuck out her tongue and lightly licked the very tip then looked up to Anton for approval.



Nodding slightly, he began to stroke her cheek as she lightly licked it again. Slowly, she moved from the head to licking a part of the shaft, stopping occasionally to kiss it. Ignoring the ache in her shoulders, she continued to kiss and lick Anton’s cock until he grabbed a handful of her pink hair and jerked her head backwards. Involuntarily, she let out a small moan.



“Time to suck dick, slut,” he said, placing his cock back at her lips, putting his hand on the back of her head and pushing it gently forward. Hannah let her lips part around it and the head slid into her mouth. It was soft and warm and didn’t taste bad to her. She let the head rest on her tongue and just knelt there, unsure what to do.



“Suck it,” Anton said “like you did with my fingers.” Hannah closed her eyes, relaxed and began to move her tongue around Anton’s cock. She moved her lips forward slowly, venturing to take more of him in her mouth before slowly drawing her lips back over, sucking as she did. As she did this, Anton began to stroke her hair, so she continued, taking a little more in her mouth this time. She went on doing this for several minutes, trying to take a little more in each time. Anton’s cock was covered in a thin sheen of saliva as Hannah continued to slowly bob her head back and forth.



“For your first blowjob, Hannah, you’re not bad,” Anton noted and Hannah opened her eyes and looked up for a moment. He was looking down at her, on her knees, hands bound painfully behind her back, half of his cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes and resumed sucking. Anton’s hand, which was still stroking her hair, stopped suddenly and gripped a handful. “Let’s see if you can’t fit more in your mouth.” He pulled her head forward, easing more of his dick into her mouth and she began to gag a little. At this, he tightened his grip and forced more of himself into her tiny mouth; she could feel the head inching back towards her throat, beginning to choke her. She struggled but with her arms bound, she was powerless to stop him. Her eyes had just begun to water and tears were starting to run down her cheeks when Anton finally stopped and pulled out a little, granting her some reprieve and a chance to catch her breath.



This didn’t last long though. As soon as he felt she had caught her breath, he drove his cock right back into her mouth. He grabbed another handful of her hair with his freehand and began to force himself in and out of her mouth. What had started as her first blowjob quickly turned into Anton fucking her mouth. As he face-fucked her, the excess saliva began to run down her chin as more tears streaked her cheeks. She tried her best to swallow him and relax her jaw but she still found herself gagging frequently.



After several more thrusts, Anton withdrew his cock and released his grip on her hair. She looked up at him, her chin coated in saliva, her eyes stained with tears. She was suddenly worried she had disappointed him. Her shoulders throbbed and her jaw was slightly sore but Anton had told her to expect all this and he didn’t want him to think she was just a little girl anymore. She wanted to prove she was a woman but now, she began to fear she had failed.



She had not failed though. Anton walked behind her, presumably to the table he kept going to in order to retrieve new devices and toys. He returned quickly and she felt him stroke her hair again.



“You are beautiful, Hannah,” he said as she felt him release her arms from the binders. She quickly brought her arms forward, both stretching and relaxing her sore shoulders as Anton walked around in front of her and knelt. He had a soft, cotton cloth in his hand with which he gently dabbed her eyes dry before wiping the saliva from her chin. The whole time, he held her gaze. He put the cloth down, leaned in and kissed her gently before withdrawing, just a little. She could feel his breath as he felt hers and so they stayed, their eyes locked, for several moments.


It’s a beautiful sunny day as you walk towards your father’s office. You enjoy these warm summer days knowing you can wear a light sundress……with nothing on underneath. You know that the eyes of the men on the street…and some women too, are undressing you as you walk down the sidewalk. Smiling, you make sure to accentuate your every move, your dress caressing your thighs as you walk and a slight breeze running over your body.



Reaching your father’s office, you stroll into the outer office. Sitting in one of the chairs is a middle-aged man, casually dressed with his portfolio on the chair next to him. You notice him running his eyes up and down your supple body and the flirt in you comes out.



“Hi, I’m Tina, I just stopped in to see my Dad.”



“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tina, my name is Doug and I was just waiting for your father to return to complete our business.”



He reaches to shake your hand and you can feel the strength of his grip. He continues to hold your hand and says, “I’ve seen your picture on your fathers desk and I must say, it doesn’t do you justice. You are a gorgeous young woman.”



You smile and thank him and he finally releases your hand.



“So, what business do you have with Dad?”



“Oh, the usual, I wouldn’t want to bore you with it.”



“That’s ok, I enjoy knowing everything about Dad’s work. His clients are always so……interesting. You, for example, don’t seem the everyday business man type.”



“Well, what type of man do you think I am?



“Hmmm,” you ponder as your run your finger around the neckline of your sundress, noticing this man is following your movements. “I’d peg you as a man who needs to be in control of everything at all times. A man who knows what he wants and goes after it.”



Chuckling, Doug says, “You’ve got me there. Nothing like being in control of all situations, whether it be a business deal………or something much more personal.”



“Exactly, you seem to be a man who has been around the world, done many things. All the boys I know are only interested in getting in my pants.”



“Well, when I was your age, that’s pretty much all I could think about too, how many chicks I could nail……and correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think you are wearing any panties right now.”



“Well, wouldn’t you love to find out,” you coo as you stand before him with your legs slightly apart. “Anyway, I guess I’ll just leave Dad a note and stop by later.”



Walking over to the desk, you lean over to grab the notebook on the edge. You can feel the hem of your dress ride up your ass, so you lean in further so Doug is able to see your bare ass display. Shaking your hips a little to hike your dress even higher, you exaggerate the writing of the note. You can feel his eyes on your ass as you write and can hear his heavy breathing.



Straightening back up, you turn and can see the bulge in his pants. You giggle as you know that once again, you’ve been able to tease one of your fathers clients into hardness by showing just a little of your teenage assets. Deciding to push the envelope even further, you grasp your huge tits and make a show of adjusting your dress.



“Well, I think I’d better go home now……it’s so very hot and I think I’ll just go lay out in the back yard and get some sun. Nothing like being naked and getting that all around tan, don’t you think?”



“Yes, I can just imagine how nice that must feel……feeling the suns rays baking your sweet, supple body.”



As you saunter to the door, Doug grabs your arm and says,



“I have to leave myself now and can’t wait any longer for your father. I’ll leave the papers here for him to sign and perhaps you could be a dear and bring them to my hotel? I’m at the Hotel Exelsior, Presidential Suite?”



“Oh, I don’t know, I’m sure Dad can send someone else….”



“I’d really like for you to bring them. You wouldn’t want your father to be disappointed if he loses this deal, do you?”



“Well, ok, but only because you asked so nicely……”



A few hours later, you stroll into the lobby of the Hotel Excelsior and walk up to the elevators. Punching the button for the top floor, you can see your reflection in the doors and admire your body. You enjoy the feeling you have over men and women…making them want you just by flashing a flirty look here……a seductive smile there…and showing your ample tits, hourglass body and firm thighs.



Reaching the Presidential Suite, you knock and the door opens. Doug leans against the door wearing only a bathrobe, his hair is wet and its obvious he just stepped out of the shower.



“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in the shower.”



No, it’s ok, Tina, I just finished. Come on in.”



Walking into the room, you comment about how nice it is.



“It’s a piece of shit, but I only need it for the bed and shower, so who cares about the rest.”



“Here are the papers you wanted, all signed and delivered.”



“Oh, that’s fine. Just set them on the dresser. Would you care for a drink from the mini-bar? One of the perks of my job, an unlimited expense account.”



“Well, I don’t know, I’m only nineteen. I haven’t drank much before.”



“C’mon, baby, live a little. I appreciate you coming all the way here to drop off the papers.”



“OK, maybe one quick one…then I need to go.”



You sit on the bed and watch as Doug prepares the drinks. Even under the bathrobe, you can see his muscled form and you feel yourself getting hot.



“Here we are,” he says as he hands you your drink and sits next to you on the bed. “Cheers.”



Taking a sip, you begin to feel warm all over as the scotch run down your throat. Looking at Doug, you see he is staring at you deeply as he drinks his bourbon.



“My, this is strong stuff. It’s going right to my head.”



“It’s not as strong as you, gorgeous. Damn, you are one fine looking bitch.”



“Oh, Doug, you’ll turn my head with talk like that.”



Taking your drink from you and putting it on the nightstand, he proceeds to caress one of your silky thighs.



“So, tell me Tina, have you ever screwed an older man before.”



“A lady never tells things like that, sir.”



Laughing, he says, “Lady, ha, you’ve got more slut than lady in you, baby. I’ll bet you’ve fucked dozens of guys.”



Standing, you say, “I’d better go now.”



Suddenly, you are pulled backwards as he grabs your hair and pulls you back unto the bed.



“You’ll leave when I’m damn good and ready to let you leave. You didn’t answer my question. Have you ever fucked an older guy before?”



“Ummmm, well, yes…a couple.”



“Shit, I knew it. Tell me this. Did they make love to you or just fuck your tight pussy?”



“I don’t underst…”



“Did they take the time to lick every inch of your body……kiss you all over……make love to all of you……or just stick their cock in you and pound away?”



While he is talking, he leans in and begins to nuzzle your neck. You attempt to pull away, but he grabs your hair and forcing your head back, continues to nuzzle your neck. Whispering in your ear, he says, “Did they caress your sweet tits like this?” His hand is now on your breast, softly caressing your tit. You feel your nipple begin to harden and a moistness begins to grow between your legs.



“Mmmmmm, no bra…why am I not surprised.”



Still holding your hair, he leans in to kiss you. You try to pull away, but he forces his mouth over yours. You feel him shove his tongue deep in your mouth. Trying to push him away, you feel his chest and realize the bathrobe has come undone. He reaches behind you to pull you closer and you run your fingers through his chest hair and begin to return his kiss, your tongues meeting in frenzied passion.



Breaking off the kiss, you whisper……”No, this isn’t right……please don’t……”



“Bitch, don’t you think your father would be very pissed off if this deal fell through? Well, I’ve just added a clause to our contract…..you. If I like the way you perform, your dad and I can still do business, otherwise……now, first, I want you to stroke my cock.”



Undoing the sash of his bathrobe, you get your first view of his hard cock. You can see the veins of his dick as it stands erect.



“Oh my God, no, what kind of girl do you think I am? I’m leaving now.” But before you can stand, he grabs your hair and you yelp as he pulls your head back.



“I know exactly what type of gal you are…a fucking cock tease. You think you can sway your hips and jiggle your titties at a man, get him all hard and walk away laughing? Well, guess again, slut.”



Taking your hand, he places it over his huge member. “C’mon, lover, you know what to do.” Slowly, you move your hand up and down his shaft. Moaning, he leans in and grabs your head to kiss you again with more passion. Breaking the kiss, he leans in to nuzzle your ear. His hands reach up to undo the buttons of your dress. You begin to cry as you realize what he plans to do to you



“Now, suck me, whore,” he whispers in your ear. “I want to feel your lips make love to my cock.”



“No, please, I’ve never done this before,” you plead.



“Bullshit,” he answers.



Grabbing your hair, he pushes you to the floor. Pulling you between his legs, he again orders you to suck his cock. Placing his hands on your head, he begins to draw it closer to his waiting dick. Pushing your face unto his shaft, he says,



“I said, suck it, slut. And don’t even think about using your teeth.”



Lightly, you begin to lick his cock. You can taste the pre cum as you swirl your tongue across the tip of his dick. Opening your mouth wider, you slowly lower your head over his erect member. Your tears fall on his muscled thighs.



“Mmmmm, yeah, that’s it. Slowly, baby, make love to it.”



As he forces your head up and down, you hear his moans increasing in intensity. He begins to shove your head lower until you begin to gag as his cock touches the back of your throat. Beating at his thighs, you try to push away, but he continues to force your head up and down his rigid dick as he fucks your face.



“Shit, yeah…that’s it…damn……bitch……yessssss.”



With a roar, he cums. You gag again as you taste his salty seed as his jizz shoots down your throat. Pulling your head back, his next spurt hits your nose. Taking his cock in his hand, his semen continues to spurt on your face. As you try to catch a breath, his cum rolls down your face into your mouth. Gasping, you try to spit out his semen, but he places his hands around your face and forces you to close your mouth. Your pleading eyes find no mercy and you are compelled to swallow his load.



“Damn, I knew you were a horny slut. Lap it up, lover. There’s more where that came from.”



Spent, he stands and pulls you up and, removing his bathrobe, uses it to wipe the cum from your face. Pulling you close, you can feel his muscled arms wrap around your waist.



“I hope you’ll let me return the favor, cunt. Let me eat some of that sweet, teen pussy.”



Releasing you, he reaches down and pulls your sundress up. You are surprised at how easily he pulls it over your head and throws it across the room. You try to run for the door, but his arm snakes around your waist and he throws your body against the wall. Your head hits the wall and for a moment all you see are stars. As you try to focus, you can feel his breath on your face.



While you stand naked in front of him, he hungrily runs his eyes over your body. Leaning in, he begins to run his tongue over your breasts. Moaning, you throw your head back as he begins to lightly suck a nipple. As you regain your senses, you begin to scream.



“NO, STOP…LET ME G…mmmmm” is all you can scream before his hand is cupped over your mouth.



“Mmmmm,” you moan as he continues to lick and suck your nipple to hardness. Your hands beat at his shoulders and your feet kick at his legs, but you are unable to free yourself from his grasp. Your attempts to fight back begin to weaken as you sense how good his tongue feels. When he takes the other nipple in his mouth, swirling it with his tongue you can feel it harden as he sucks.



Suddenly, your muffled cry sounds out as he slides his fingers slowly over your twat. Already moist, you feel a tingling radiate from your stomach out as his fingers probe ever deeper into your now wet pussy. You can feel your clit respond to his gentle touch as he strokes it between his fingers.



Grabbing your arm, he pulls you to the bed and throws your body on top of it.



“Don’t make a sound, bitch,” he orders as you lay on the bed.



Reaching down, he grabs the sash from his bathrobe. Deftly, he pulls your hands up and ties you to the headboard. From the bureau drawer, he pulls out a ball gag.



“Open your mouth,” he commands.



“Please…please…let me go, I swear I won’t tell anyone…I…”



His silent answer is to shove the ball gag in your mouth as you plead for your freedom. As he clasps the gag behind your head, he says,



“No, you won’t tell anyone……Daddy would be so disappointed to lose this deal. A million dollar deal for his daughters pussy. It’s a small price to pay, don’t you think?”



Laying beside you, he begins to lightly kiss your neck…shoulders……chest. You cry tears of guilt and shame as ravishes you. When he takes your breast in his mouth, you arch your back and moan loudly into the gag as he sucks your erect nipples. Slowly, he runs his tongue down your stomach. You feel his quickening breath on your body as his face continues to move down your prone body. You pull your legs together tightly to avoid what is coming next. Positioning his body at the end of the bed, he grabs your legs and slowly forces them apart. Realizing you can’t stop him, you kick at his head and body. Laughing, he simply grabs your knees tightly and with a grunt, forces your thighs apart.



“Oh, yeah baby……damn, you have one fine looking pussy. I’m so glad you trimmed yourself for me.”



Holding your thighs against the bed, he lowers his head between them. You can feel the heat radiating from your pussy as your body betrays you. Now the shoe is on the other foot as he begins to tease you by kissing and licking your thighs and pelvis. You thrash your head and attempt to cry out wanting it to stop, yet, also wishing for it to continue.



It feels as if a bolt of lightning travels up your body when he finally plunges his tongue into your twat. Holding your thighs tight against his head, he begins to suck and lick the lips of your pussy. You feel his beard stubble rough against your thighs and pussy as he runs his tongue up and down your slit. Your breath quickens and your hands ball into fists as his tongue begins to lick your swollen clit. Pulling his head up, he utters,



“Mmmmm, so nice and wet. It won’t take long for you to cum, will it, slut?”



All you can do is moan and thrash meekly on the bed as he again begins to eat you. Becoming rougher, his tongue darts in and out of your moist snatch, his teeth nipping at your clit. Your body is on fire and you know you can do nothing to prevent the orgasm your body craves so badly. You surrender to your attacker as you feel your orgasm approach. Unconsciously, you thrust your pelvis forward, your legs spread wide as he licks up all of your pre cum.



A drop of spittle escapes your gagged mouth when you scream after he slowly inserts one of his fingers in your asshole. As he runs his finger in and out of your ass, his tongue focuses on your clit. Sucking it roughly, you finally lose control and orgasm. Closing your eyes tightly, you thrash on the bed. Wrapping your legs around the head of your rapist, you pull him close. Waves of pleasure run over your body as he continues to lap up your cum. As you orgasm again, he reaches up to squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples.



Finally, your spent body can handle no more. You drop your legs back unto the bed while he rises from the end of the bed. Turning your head to look away, you again begin to cry tears of shame at the feelings he has brought up in you. As he walks to the side of the bed, you are horrified to see your cum all over his face. Seeing you look at him, he makes a show of licking your cum off his face. Reaching down, he grabs his bathrobe and wipes the rest of your juices from his face.



“You loved it, didn’t you whore? Damn near drowned me with your cum.”



Throwing the soiled bathrobe back on the floor, he moves back to the end of the bed. As he gets on, he spreads your still trembling legs yet again.



“Christ, baby, eating you got me so fucking hard. I can’t remember the last time my cock got a taste of some young, teen pussy.”



Raising your head, you see that, indeed, his cock is fully erect. Full of blood, you can even see the blue veins running through his hard shaft. Meekly, you try one last attempt at resistance by squirming on the bed. The headboard creaks slightly as you pull on your bonds to no avail. Eyes wide, you see him take his cock in hand and slowly lower it into your still wet pussy. Your moans grow in intensity as he slides his cock deeper into your cunt. His dick continues to stretch your pussy until his entire manhood is in you. Finally, when you think you can’t take any more, you feel his pelvis rubbing against yours.



“Son of a bitch, whore, you have one tight pussy. I wish my wife had a pussy this tight.”



With his arms holding him up, he begins to slide his cock in and out of your snatch.



“God damn, how I am going to savor this.”



Slowly, at first, he continues to thrust in and out of you. Then, he begins to thrust faster, harder. You can see the cords of his neck muscles tense as he screws you and you can sense his ass tightening with each plunge. Your tight twat continues to milk his cock and with each thrust, you feel your passion unconsciously rising to the surface. Lowering his body unto yours, you feel his chest hair ticking your breasts. Leaning in, he nuzzles your neck with his lips. With your face buried in his shoulder, you can smell the soap from his earlier shower and the light fragrance of his cologne. His thrusts decrease in intensity. Rather than long, hard plunges, he is only slightly moving his dick in your pussy. Unconsciously, you raise your legs high in the air to allow his cock full access to your cunt.



“Damn, whore, I’m going to cum in you so deep. Are you going to cum too? Don’t fight it. You know you want it. Just let it go, baby,” he whispers.



Rising back up on his arms, he increases his thrusts again. Faster and faster, he drives his manhood deep in you. The familiar fire between your legs has come again, but this time you don’t fight it. You surrender completely to your attacker as he continues to rape you. The sound of your moaning mingles with his as his balls slap your ass with each thrust.



Your lust bubbles to the surface and you orgasm again. Your muffled scream mingles with his roar as he too, cums. With his cock buried deep in your snatch, you feel him pump his milky seed deep in you. As his orgasm subsides, he continues to rock slowly, his cock still deep in you forcing your twat to take all of his cum. Finally, he pulls out and lowers himself next to you on the bed.



“Jesus, bitch, that was wonderful. I wish I could fuck you all night, but I’ve got another business meeting to go to.”



Reaching up, he unties your hands. Trembling, you undo the catch of the ball gag and spit it out on the floor. The full realization of what happened hits and you begin to again softly cry and bury your face into a pillow. You feel the bed move as he gets up. Looking up, you watch him as he picks up your dress and throws it at you.



“Here’s your dress. You can get dressed here. I need another shower before my meeting. Thanks for the fuck, lover. Now you know what it’s like to be fucked by a real man. You know your way out, ha, ha.”



Still quivering, you start to get dressed. Sliding the sundress over your head, you wonder if the cum and sweat on your body will ruin it. Sliding on your shoes, you head toward the hotel door when you hear him in the bathroom.

Amelia saw movement out of the the corner of her eye. She couldn’t move much, the spreader bar at her feet, the rope braided into her long hair, and the anal hook kept her in a position that was unnatural, but surprisingly not uncomfortable. There in the center of the circle of subs, she was forced to stand and wait for the next “activity” from the others.



The first woman in the circle was approached by her partner. He moved around in front of her and to her credit, she kept her head down and remained in her submissive, kneeling pose. The thin, silver chain that ran up and over her neck and down to hook into two nipple rings was simply too tight and distended her breasts, stretching the skin of her nipples up and back toward her neck.



The man calmly reached for her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. They locked eyes and he smiled down at her. The hand left her chin and reached for the chain behind her neck. Once there, he pulled on the chain lightly until the flesh began to turn red. Her eyelids sagged as if she was going to pass out from the pain, but she never let her eyes leave his. His free hand caressed her cheek while his other pulled harder at the chain. Tears welled in her eyes, but still she would not look away or cry out. He wiggled his finger and the heavy weight of her breasts jiggled at the end of the chain. Suddenly, he pulled harder and the soft flesh became misshapen and odd looking. The nipple rings looked like they were actually going to pull out of her flesh, so stretched were they.



Still, she did not lean backward to lessen the effect. She did not cry out. She did not wince, gasp, or look away. He was clearly pleased and turned to smile at the others in attendance. His face betrayed a silent boast of, “Look. Look what I have trained her to do. She is mine.” Everyone watched in silence, some expressing satisfied smiles to those around them and impressed nods. The whole thing lasted no more than ten minutes, and her partner turned to face her, and then spoke for the first time.



“Thank you, Beatrice.” With no other word, he moved back to his place behind her and stood quietly.



In the center of the circle, Amelia found that she was turned on by what little she had been able to witness but could do nothing about it. Mary moved around her and to her surprise, attached nipple clamps to Amelia’s perky nubs. She turned the small knob slowly, tightening the device on one then the other nipple of the bound woman. She smiled as if to say, “Lucky Girl…” Before moving away from Amelia’s chest, she attached a weight to each nipple clamp and Amelia gasped.



The mood in the room noticeably changed. Dave’s voice from beside her ear seethed, “Amelia, keep quiet. This is your only warning.”



He didn’t wait for an answer since he knew she would remain silent. Before he moved away from her, he placed a hand on each hip and slowly turned her a few degrees to her right so that she could see what was next. Before anything else happened, she felt the tug in her bottom increase, almost imperceptibly.



The next woman, the tall redhead, still held her position even though her bound breasts were now so purple that they had to be painful. Her partner, a tall man in his forties with salt and pepper hair, moved around in front of her and reached down to lift her face to his. He leaned down towards her and kissed her full on her pouty, pale lips. Her mouth lingered and seemed to reach for more as he began to pull away from the kiss. Her eyes slowly came open and it was as if the sun was rising, so bright were her orbs.



What happened next shocked Amelia. Without warning, he slapped her left breast, hard. The noise was deafening in the room. Her breast bounced towards its twin and rebounded to its original position in time to receive another blow. The leather tightened around her breast never moved, nor did it allow the blood trapped near the nipple to return to her body. The pressure had to be incredible to the girl but she remained quiet. She fought to maintain her gaze into his eyes as he struck her breasts again and again. Three strikes to the left breast, three strikes to the right. She took it all and actually at one point smiled up at him. Amelia couldn’t see this; her position allowed her a cursory idea of what was happening.



But the rest of the attendees could see what was happening and many pressed forward to see her receive her treatment. He alternated his technique. He reached down and cupped a breast in one hand while making a fist with the other. He proceeded to strike the top of her breast lightly with the edge of his fist, rapidly and with enough pressure that the entire tit jiggled and forced even more pressure into the nipple end of the tightly bound breast. Her back arched, her face betrayed her, and she was clearly feeling incredible pressure in her chest…but still, not a word from her.



After performing this act on both breasts, he stopped and took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger. He blew a kiss at her and as she pursed her lips to return the gesture, he tightened his fingers and twisted, hard. She clenched her teeth and took in a breath as quietly as she could. But still not a word from her mouth of protest.



The man effected a sharp, short bow to her when he finished and said, “Thank you, Sheri.” He then returned to his position behind her and grinned the grin of a sadist who has been allowed to practice his craft.



At the center of the circle, Mary moved around next to Amelia again and began, with a long segment of leather stripping, to bind Amelia’s breasts. Around and around, tighter and tighter, until each breast was elongated and turning a brilliant shade of red. Each nipple with its clamp and weight seemed to actually become longer with the new torture. And when she was done, the rope pulling at her anal hook became a tiny bit shorter, pulling the hook further into her. She wondered if she could stand it much longer, but for him, she would bear the pain.



And Dave held both of her hips and turned her a slight bit to the right. Before he moved away, he whispered very softly, “I’m so proud of you…”



The stout man behind the petite blond moved out from behind her and stood in front of her kneeling form. He reached down and lifted her face to look up at him. A look passed between them and then he took a fistful of hair in his hand and roughly pulled her forward. Her hands moved to catch her fall and she ended up on all fours, her belt with the flogger hanging straight down and her black heels pointing out behind her.



He moved back behind her, reached for the flogger, and removed it from the small hook hanging from the belt. The man looked around the room, making eye contact with many of the attendees and lingering on more than one woman if his eye caught that “spark” of interest in what everyone in the room knew was going to happen. The flogger came down on her ass and she showed no emotion. It struck her tiny behind again and still, not a movement could be perceived. He raised his hand again and brought the leather down in a blow that made many in the room wince with the perceived pain. The noise was deafening.



She did not move. She did not make a sound. She didn’t even cry.



So the strikes continued and her bottom turned pink. He stopped to examine it and drag his nails across the tender flesh. Then he continued. A few minutes later, her bottom was so red that it seemed to glow. He stopped and rubbed it, seeming to soothe it, or to feel the heat he had created there. Some in the crowd knew that sensation, either having been on the receiving end of similar play…or having administered it. When he was finished, he moved back towards her head and grabbed her hair again and pulled her back to her kneeling position. He ran a finger along her delicate jawline and up her cheek to end near her ear. He looked into her big eyes and saw what everyone else in the room could see; gratitude.



He said, “Thank you, Julie,” and moved back to his position behind her, satisfied that he’d impressed the party goers with his sub’s performance.



Heels clicked on the parquet floor as Mary moved towards Julie and her partner. He held out his arm and handed her the two items, before she turned and walked back behind Amelia.



Amelia braced herself. She had guessed correctly; the same punishment was administered to her. Mary came back and roughly placed the ball gag–still wet with Julie’s spit–into her mouth. It was adjusted behind her head and pulled tight. From now on, Amelia could only breathe through the wet holes in the ball holding her mouth open and silencing her voice.



And then, Mary moved out of her sight and behind her. Her ass felt the sharp sting of the same flogger that had beaten Julies’ ass red. The flogger came down again and again on her ass, accentuating the pressure of the polished steel hook embedded in her bottom. She could feel the heat building up in her backside and the sharp pains continued. Over and over she was struck and trying to emulate Julie, she remained quiet and still. Her butt felt like it was on fire but she fought to hold still and remain quiet. Movement would only upset her delicate balance that was tested with each stroke of the tool as it hit her bottom. And still the flogger came down on her ass. Mary was thorough, Amelia was near tears and fighting it before she stopped. When she finished, Mary click-clicked back over to where the man behind Julie took the flogger back and turned to caress the beautiful blond’s ass one last time with the leather before hanging it again at her belt.



And the device in Amelia’s ass was pulled a little tighter before strong hands held her hips as Dave turned Amelia a little further this time so that two women were in her sight; the twins.

After my experience on the cross I feel relief. I truly needed to be punished. Søren is right, I enjoyed being violated by Mikkel, Nicolaj and Henrik. Søren releases me from my bonds and lets me curl up on his soft leather couch under a cashmere blanket.



He disappears, leaving me with my thoughts. My pussy is plump and warm, idly I play with my wetness. Closing my eyes, I think about how fast Søren made me orgasm. “Why do I like my body being slapped and abused?”



“Ginger, put this on. I will allow you to sleep in my bed tonight. I am pleased with your..” Søren grins and holds out a short black nightie. I put it on and follow him to bed.



During the night I toss and turn, my nightie rides up my hips. I feel strange with my ass exposed, he’s lying next to me and I know that at any moment he might decide he wants me. It turns me on, and I roll onto my stomach and spread my legs just in case. I thrust my ass up slowly, grinding, as if he were between my legs. I prop myself up on my elbows and reach under to pinch my nipples.



I pinch harder than usual, I seem to need this now. I gasp softly and hang my head. Then I feel his hands roughly grab my ass cheeks.



“What are you thinking about Ginger?” Søren demands.



“Nothing,” I whisper and release my nipples. I am embarrassed he has caught me.



Søren runs his hands up my back and down my sides. My huge tits are bulging out the sides and he cups them in his large hands. He squeezes and plays with them, while running his hard cock between my ass cheeks.



“I know what you need, you insatiable slut. Now pull up your knees and spread your legs right now. It’s time for another inspection.”



I start to shake, “Please Søren, I can’t take anymore tonight.”



“Ginger, that is not for you to decide. Now get into position!”



He places a pillow under my hips so I am even more exposed for him. Pushing my thighs even wider, he commands, “Move your ass left to right, then up and down.”



With a whimper I slightly move my hips, but that’s not enough. He swings his huge hand up and slaps me squarely on my entire wet pussy.



“Owwwww, Søren, stop it!” I wail.



“Then do as I say, Ginger.”



His voice is cold and brooks no argument. I undulate my hips in earnest, eager to avoid another slap.



“That’s it, you are my little bitch in heat.”



He pushes three fingers into me at once, and finger-fucks me hard. I cry out at the harsh intrusion, but he is merciless. My body responds, I am more than wet enough to accomodate him. He spanks my quivering ass while he fingers me, and I push my ass up towards him. That familiar feeling is here, I am desperate to please him.



I hear Søren breathing hard, suddenly he grabs my hips and plunges his cock in my waiting cunt.



“Do you know how hard you make me? This angers me that you affect my control. I have to fuck your little pussy now, and I don’t like how I find it difficult to resist the temptation.”



Søren fucks me hard, his hands dig into my flesh as he impales me, fucking up and into me, penetrating as deeply as possible. My face is pressed into the bed and I reach around, hook my hands behind my knees and pull them up higher. I am impossibly open to him.



Søren groans, “Oh, god, that’s it, you are mine, open up my sexy slave. I am fucking your brains out, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”



He wraps one hand in my tangled tresses and pulls my head back, getting into a rhythm of thrusting and spanking my ass. I feel his anger, he hates losing control. I know better than to protest at his brutality, there is no stopping him. I am frightened, I have never been fucked with such vehemence and violence.



Søren slows his pace, rummaging around in the bedstand drawer. He pulls out a shiny silver dildo. It is a few inches in diameter. I hear him spit on it once, then the cold metal is probing my asshole.



“Plea..please don’t, Søren, too dry, no it will hurt, too big,” I sputter like child.



“Shut up, Ginger,” his voice intones. He pulls out a soft rubber ball and shoves it in my mouth. “Keep sucking that, or this will not go well for you.”



I bite down and brace myself as he shoves the cold metal rod up my ass. He shoves it in fast, it burns my skin inside and is icy at the same time. He picks up the pace again, fucking my hot dripping pussy and ramming my ass with the metal cock. It hurts like hell and I twist my hips, trying to dislodge it.



I scream behind the rubber ball, but keep my teeth clamped on it for dear life.



“This is what happens when you are too sexy. You and your hot fuckable body need to be tamed.”



Søren tenses up and shoves the dildo in me deep. He makes no sound at all, but I feel him spurting hot inside me. Exhausted, I just lay there and push the ball out past my lips. He pulls out and smacks my ass once, then stomps off to the shower. I watch the rubber ball as it rolls across the carpet.



Carefully I pull out the metal dildo and sigh with relief. Curling up, I cry myself to sleep.



~~



As I shower, I feel my anger waning. I needed to violate Ginger. I know I was too rough. “That is regretful, but I need to regain control. I have never let a woman affect me this way.”



I towel off and look in the bed, she is in a fetal position, her cheeks wet with tears.



“Wake up, Ginger, I have something to say.”



She opens one eye and looks at me balefully.



“Tomorrow night we are dining at the home of the school Provost. Mikkel has lodged a formal complaint against you. I persuaded the Provost to hear your side of the story. You may relax during the day, I have made an appointment for you at a day spa. Your outfit is hanging in the closet. I expect you to follow ALL of my instructions. Do you understand?”



Ginger raises her eyebrows at my speech and wrinkles her cute little nose. “What if I don’t feel like going?”



I take a step towards her and she squirms away. “Yes, I understand.”



~~



I spend the day at the expensive spa Søren has chosen. I expected a massage and manicure, but these Danes are nothing if not thorough. This large matronly woman used a laser on me and removed all of my body hair. She informed me it was permanent. I stroke between my legs, my pussy will be bare like this forever.



“Now what the hell kind of outfit has he chosen for me?” I think to myself. I open the closet with trepidation. Søren has impeccable taste. In deep burgundy silk, my dress has a loose halter top, and a long sweeping skirt. I slip it on, it’s impossible to wear a bra with this. The fabric plunges between my breasts, but the material isn’t tight. If I don’t move too fast my breasts will stay hidden.



I twirl around, I look pretty damned good. I slip on the pretty matching heels. “Interesting, the long straps wind up around my slim ankles and calves.” There is a string of diamonds on the hanger, but the clasp is foreign to me. I look up in the mirror and Søren is standing in the doorway, arms crossed. He strides over.



“I will show you,” he says.



Søren reaches in my top and clamps one end to my nipple. I hiss through my teeth. He strings it through the back and around my side and clamps the other. I turn around, the string of sparkling diamonds hangs across the middle of my bare back. The thin silk in front reveals the hard metal clasps on my now burning nipples.



I stem the tears that threaten to overflow. He drapes a short black fur on my shoulders and ushers me to the waiting car.



We arrive at the home of the Provost, Andris Knudsen. His wife, Ajatsa, greets me icily. Apparently she has already heard Mikkel’s story. “Damn, but she’s ugly.” She stares at me with myopic eyes. The years have not been kind to Fru Knudsen. I am transfixed by the stubbly gray hairs poking out from underneath her chin. “She needs to get to that spa for some laser removal.” I giggle a bit out loud.



“Is there something amusing about me, Miss Ginger?” Ajatsa glares at me.



“Oh, nothing, sorry. My mind was wandering.”



Søren’s hand grips my upper arm and he steers me into the dining room. We sit at a long, polished walnut table. The food is served efficiently, everything is delicious. Two other academic couples are with us, two of them board members. I feel all eyes upon me.



Andris starts off. “Miss Ginger, serious allegations have been brought to light. Mikkel claims you physically assaulted him without provocation. Would you care to explain?”



Choking on my wine I squeak out, “Without provocation?”



Under the table Søren squeezes my upper thigh. “I am sure this is all a misunderstanding. Mikkel startled me, and I mistook him for an attacker. I merely lashed out quickly without realizing it was him. I deeply apologize. I have trained for many years in self-defense, and it was a reflex.”



Andris is staring at my chest, I am sure he is wondering if I have nipple piercings. I look down, the clamps are jutting out through the silk. I feel my skin turn hot, these conservative Danes must think I am a world-class stupid slut.



“Please excuse me a moment.” Fighting back tears I run upstairs to the bathroom. I don’t want them to hear me crying. I fix my makeup as best as I can and smooth down my dress. I turn on the taps to rinse my hands and the nozzle is old and sprays cold water all over my front.



This is just perfect. The silk clings to my body from my tits down to mid-thigh. “So much for my elegant outfit.” The door opens, I don’t even look up. I am sure it is Søren, here to criticize my behavior.



I am surprised to see Andris. He leers at my body hungrily. He locks the door behind him and pulls open my top.



“I have been dying to see what you’re hiding in here. What magnificient tits, my dick has been hard since the moment you came in.”



Andris is not bad-looking for an older man. He keeps in shape and has a strong jaw and penetrating dark eyes. He tugs on my clamps and is rewarded with me squealing.



“Søren is busy with my guests, so he can’t save you now,” Andris threatens me.



“Andris, what do you think you’re doing? Get out of here, now! Søren will find out and make us both sorry.”



He steps behind me, making me face the mirror. My tits are completely out of the silk sheath, and he is squeezing my big round breasts. They are warm and soft, it turns me on to see him groping me, his hard cock pushed up against my round ass. Andris pulls on the clamps and swings my tits around with them.



“Now listen here, little girl. I have the power to send you back home in disgrace. I can have you arrested and thrown in jail if I like. No one here will believe your little story.” Andris is leaning down, nibbling on my ear while he talks. Of course, being the slut I am, I am getting wet, but I don’t want him to know that.



He unbuckles his belt and drops his pants, peeling my wet skirt up over my hips. I truly regret not wearing panties.



“Oh my god, you hot little slut. I am going to own that cunt.”



Andris stabs at my hot pussy with his stiff cock. “My wife is a dried-up old prune. I just love young hot pussy. Now don’t make too much noise, dear.”



I put my hands up on the mirror and lift one leg onto the vanity top. He pushes into me lustily and rubs my hot clit while he fucks me. I am still horny from Søren leaving me high and dry last night, and soon I start moaning against my will.



My huge tits with their elongated nipples are jiggling everywhere, it is so erotic to watch myself getting fucked in the mirror. Andris is sucking on my neck and grunting while he pounds my dripping tight cunt.



“Andris! Where are you? We need more ice!” His wife Ajatsa’s shrill voice floats up the stairs.



Andris growls, “Fuck, that stupid bitch is always complaining about something!” but he does not stop fucking me.



“There is no way I am missing out on this sweet piece of ass. By the way, Miss Ginger, I have big plans for you. You will have a new role at the school.”



Andris demands, “Get up on the counter and on your knees. Now spread your legs so we can see that pretty pink pussy in the mirror.”



I scramble up there quickly. Andris pulls me down so my legs are folded up and I am sitting on my ankles. He reaches around and rubs my wet, swollen clit. I can see his cock poking between my lips, sliding back and forth.



“Andris, stop this, Søren is going to go ballistic when he finds out!” I pant and groan as I watch him rub my clit.



“Miss Ginger, I know he’s been fucking you, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand that. Who could resist your hot little body?”



He spears my pussy with his stiff cock again and rubs my clit hard.



“Cum for me, cum for Daddy, all over my dick. Do it now!”



The sight is just too much for me, my skin is flushed hot. I look down, then up at the mirror. To hell with Søren, and I let go, my juice squirting all over Andris and dripping on the sink countertop.



Andris pumps me a few more times, then unloads his cum all over my back and my sodden silk dress.



“Mmm, babe that was hot.” Andris smacks my ass.



He fingers my pussy and proclaims, “It’s so hot in here, Miss Ginger. From now on you will be my personal secretary at the school. I am firing the young girl I have now, she is nothing compared to a woman like you.”



All I can do is pant and moan softly. I realize I am fucked, I have no choice. But how is this going to go over with Søren?

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