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Chapter Twenty-Two



The lights of the library snapped on at once. Amanda sucked in air as the sudden change of scenery sent chills through her as her body readjusted. The book she had started to read lay at her feet, almost in the condition she found it in. She was dressed as she was before, but wrapped around her left hand, and tied at her wrist with a knot was Mark’s favorite necktie! The realization of what she thought was her imagination which was suddenly real sent a jolt of adrenaline through her! Her eyes focused more sharply on the tie on her left hand while her right hand went between her thighs to feel the warm wetness of Bobby’s ejaculate on her mound and abdomen. She held her hand up to see the creamy goo on her palm and fingers, “What the fuck?”



The uncertainty of the situation set her into a panic and her body began to shake. She ran up the stairs and to the door, which was now closed, and slapped at the door with her open hand before it easily pushed open for her. She emerged in the bathroom and quickly closed the library door.



Amanda stripped naked and turned the shower on and quickly got inside, forgetting that the tie was still wrapped around her hand. She let the shower water fall around her, soaking her hair and skin. She finally untied the tie from her hand and wrist and flung it over the top of the shower stall. “What just happened to me?” she said to no one there. The shaking of her body slowly began to subside.



“It was so real!” again she said to no one else but herself.



She turned to look and see if there were any evidence of what had happened on her behind, since that seemed to be the favorite target of the two paddle wielding terrorists! Yup, sure enough, there were marks! She opened the stall door and grabbed the cracked bar of soap and washed herself and stopped.



“I have no idea how this just happened,” her mind tried to reel in what she had just experienced.



Finally, after calming down, she examined her own feelings to find if she was feeling molested or just freaked out by the library and it’s unexplainable abilities. She admitted to herself, that she never felt in danger at any time. They did give her a word to use if they got too intense on her. But she had to know what it was that she just discovered in Mark’s house! That was what she was reacting too! What is this crazy room and could it explain what happened to Mark! That was the reality that gripped her even as she rubbed her sore, paddled ass.



Chapter Twenty-Three



Amanda, emerged from the shower and discovered she had to walk around the house dripping wet and naked in search of bath towels! The idea of wearing a robe, that had been hung behind the bathroom door and not been washed in about two years didn’t quite give her the sense of cleanliness she was wanting at that moment, so she passed on wearing it as she searched for a towel. She found them in a hallway closet and walked back into the master bedroom’s bathroom and finished drying herself off. She kept her dress off, but put her shoes back on and opened the door to the library again. The lights snapped on immediately as the door cracked open. She paused at the libraries stairs to question if she wanted to experience it again. She resolved herself to uncover the mystery and slowly stepped into the library, waiting for anything to happen.



Nothing moved, flickered or even made a sound. It was eerie, knowing what could occur here, but comforting to know that nothing was coming at her either!



She went back to the same aisle where the book about bondage lay on the floor, right where she had left it. Her blood raced in her as she reached and picked it up again. She took a deep breath and turned it around and began to read again. The library vanished around her and again, instead of bookshelves and reading material, she found herself in the not-so-comfy confines of the same dungeon. Again, she found herself bound, but this time she was bent at the waste, on her knees and in the doggy position with a small but sturdy couch like cushion between her and the floor. Someone or something was being pushed into her ass in a slow steady pace, “MUSTANG!” she cried out at the top of her lungs.



Immediately the pressure of the penetration, stopped, but did not remove him or itself from her rectum. The Master’s voice returned, “Something the matter, Initiate?”



“Mustang,” she said to him.



“You want to be released?”



“Yes Master,” she said softly. “I have to know something, my Master.”



She heard the tear of velcro and the movement of whatever it was invading her ass was being eased away. “I notice that you still have the marks of recent training. What brings you back so soon?” the Master said civilly as he continued to undo her straps that kept her pinned down.



Amanda, once free, stood up and again noticed she was wearing her own shoes but also wearing the same mysterious corset and latex hosiery from before. “Yes Master, I just left here thirty minutes or so ago.”



His head tilted but his face was still obscured by the black leather mask, and he said, “That’s odd. I don’t remember you being here then.”



“You initiated me with Bobby and Mistress Vanessa. Then after Bobby came all over me, you whispered something to me and tied a necktie around my wrist and I left! Don’t you remember?”



“You say Mistress Vanessa and Bobby were here? . . . Thirty minutes ago?”



“Yes Master.”



“Is that why you’re here, to find them again?”



“No Master. I want to know why you gave me that tie! What this place is? How is it that I begin to read, appear here, then go back to where I started from! I want to know what’s going on!” she demanded.



The Master said, “Did the tie look like this?” From a leather strap above him the exact duplicate of the tie she returned with hung suspended from the strap.



“Yes. That’s the tie!”



“That is my Master’s tie. He owns me and all that you see here! Are you not the Initiate Amanda?” he asked.



“Yes I’m Amanda. But who is your Master?”



“My Master has instructed me to give you this tie and to tell you he is well and wants you to find him! But you must be taught and conditioned first.” The Master looked her in the eye and said, “If you’ve seen Mistress Vanessa, then you’re lessons here are done. I’d suggest you find your next lesson in the same manner in which you’ve found this one.”



“In the library?”



“Is that the origin of here?”



“For me it was,” she said.



There was silence between the two of them for a long moment when he said, “Master is alive and well, and is waiting for you!”



The news caught her breath and she whispered loudly, “Mark?”



“Does this ‘Mark’ own a tie such as this?” he pointed at the tie hanging above them.



“Yes,” she said as she nodded her head.



“Then we speak of the same.”



Amanda shifted her hips and asked, “Why do you call him ‘Master’?”



“Because he owns all that you see, including me. But he does not own Mistress Vanessa or Bobby. They were here before him.”



Amanda put two and two together, “The owner of the book?”



“I know of no book.”



“Master, this is important. Was there ever a time that Mistress Vanessa and Bobby were your Master or Mistress or whatever it is you’d call them?”



“Yes, of course! But they choose to stay here with me, instead of going on,” he answered.



“What does ‘Going on’ mean?” she pressed.



The Master answered her, “It means, they like it here! They didn’t need to find anything better for themselves.”



“They are ‘Masters’ who have decided to stay,” she looked to the dark ground and said softly, away from his steady gaze still trying to make any solid connection.



“Master, are there others?”



“Other what?”



“Are there other Masters or Mistresses that have decided to stay?” she inquired.



“Why of course, but they have moved to other parts of the dungeon.”



She needed a straight answer, “What do I have to do to stay or leave?”



“That decision is not yours to make yet!” he advised. “First you must find the Master. If then you decide to stay, you may. But if you decide to ‘Go on’ you can, and leave the Master to what he has chosen for himself.”



Amanda looked at her Master, “When I want to leave here, or anywhere, what must I do?”



“You must gratify, and too, you as well must be gratified! When both of those obligations are met, you can return to where it is you are from.”



She raised her eyebrows, “So you’re saying I have to fuck my way out?”



“That and more.”



“What’s more?” she asked.



“Don’t forget, you must be a giver and a taker! Not be a giver or a taker, and also you must take the Master’s gift.”



“I think that’s what I said, isn’t it?”



To that his slap paddle made sharp contact to her rear and he said with what appeared to be a smile behind his mask, “No, it is not. Your time here is not restricted. You have done what you were obligated to achieve. If you wish to stay, you may for a short time more. But you will be made to obey, when that choice of yours is to be made. You are able to leave, when you decide to leave, but you must take the gift from my Master with you, everywhere it is that you go, here or elsewhere, there is a gift to receive and it is to go with you.” He pulled down the tie and wrapped it around her left wrist again and tied it securely. “After you find my Master, the one you call ‘Mark’ is when you no longer will need his gifts for travel.”



“So I can stay here indefinitely? Can you tell me where I will find Mark?”



“No to both. You referred to a book, and like a book, the last page must be turned to finish the book.”



“That’s pretty philosophical for a dungeon master, don’t you think,” she dared to say sarcastically.



The smack of his paddle came sharp and quick, his demeanor had changed. He approached her sternly and bellowed, “I am the Master to you! You will NOT address me in that manner!” He pointed to the ground with his paddle and demanded, “On your knees Initiate!”



She said, “I don’t think so this time. I’m outta here!” The Master’s paddle again made its incredibly fast travel to her ass cheek as the dungeon dissolved and the library reappeared. Her breathing accelerated like she had jogged a mile, and she felt something similar and passing almost like an abrasion on her butt cheek. She checked it and saw nothing there that wasn’t there before. She was glad she got out of there when she did! That one was going to hurt, and of that she was sure! She looked down between her patent leather pump clad feet and saw the book and decided to leave it where it was, splayed open in the walkway.



She remembered the tie and untied it from her left wrist and draped it around her neck. Both sides fell across her nipples, it hid the barbells she was wearing there. She climbed the stairs up to the library door and found it closed again. She opened it and peered on the floor of the bathroom, the other tie was no where to be seen. From there she heard her cell phone ringing on the bathroom counter.



“Hello, this is Amanda,” she said into the small phone causing a slight echo.



“You sound like you’re in a bathroom,” Sylvia said from her end.



Amanda smiled and dipped her chin, “That’s exactly where I am. Am I late?” she pulled the phone away from her ear and took a quick peek at the time display. It said 5:15 pm! ‘That means that what happens in the library is real time! Wow!’ she thought.



Sylvia was saying, “Hello? Amanda? Are you still there?”



“I’m sorry, I had to finish a thought. Let me get freshened up and I’ll see you at the mall in about half an hour, okay?” Amanda said.



“Okay sweetie! Are you okay? You sound really distracted!”



“Sylvia, you haven’t got any idea what’s going on, but you’re gonna love it and think I’m nuts all at the same time!”



“Amanda, you know I love you, don’t you?”



“Yeah, I do.”



“Good, so you should also know that I already do think you’re nuts and it shouldn’t hurt your feelings, right?” Sylvia said with a smile.



Amanda feigned indignation, “What? How dare you! I’ve got a ton of money now and for that you get to buy my dinner tonight! Take that you meanie!”



“See you in thirty minutes?” Sylvia asked.



“Yup! Bye!”

In UK English. Just over 11k words (4 pages), containing BDSM, exhibitionism and anal acts with a Domme and two men who should’ve known better than to disobey her. It’s a slow starter but really does get going later on.



This is a Valentine’s Day 2014 Contest submission so please, please, please, please vote and comment. It’s the first time I’ve entered a contest, and the first time I’ve written BDSM. I hope you enjoy and be…ummm, gentle with me. *winky* I don’t have an editor so any Eros (hah!) are all mine. xxx




***



“I hate Valentine’s Day and I hate Friday night games,” grumbled Lindsay. “Whose bloody stupid idea was this? She stood, well wrapped up, pint in hand, staring out at the pouring rain and the late arrivals dashing to the shelter of the stand. “All this false bonhomie, and everyone desperately trying to enjoy themselves in too little time.”



“Are you talking about Fridays or Valentine’s?” grinned Sian.



“Both. What’s wrong with Saturday at two o’clock and keeping your smug coupley-ness to yourselves instead of infesting all the restaurants and decent pubs, and now even Harford Rugby Club?” Lindsay’s Scottish accent strengthened when she was on a rant.



Sian sniggered at her ire, “The club thought they’d do something special. It’s primarily the idea of that new social media bloke, Roman, he hasn’t realised the importance of rugby on Saturdays.”



“All hail rugby on Saturdays! Seriously now, kick off wasn’t until half seven, you’re not going to be eating your ‘Luscious Late Love Lunch’ until ten.”



“Or later, by the time Rob’s got off the pitch, showered and tarted himself up. For a manly prop, he takes longer than me to shower and get ready. Oh, and have physio treatment, have a beer with his buddies, all the rest.” Sian looked down at her generous curves, “I’m hardly going to starve, but I won’t be able to drink much without getting squiffy.”



“We’ll share a burger at half time.”



“You’re on. Where are you off later?”



Lindsay smiled, “Flames is having an anti-Valentine’s night for singletons. Which will probably turn into the usual meat market with perhaps fewer of the cheating arseholes than normal.”



“Awww, I love Flames. It’s so bloody cheesy, it’s brilliantly dreadful. Who are you going with?”



“Some of the women players. They decided on the fancy dress theme: ‘leather or lace’.” Lindsay wriggled, smirking.



Sian stared at Lindsay, “You’re dressed up, under your coat? G’wan, give us a flash.”



“Later, it’s buried under jumpers.” At Sian’s faked wobbling lower lip, she pulled open her long coat to show her long, black leather boots and skin-tight leather trousers, pulling up her layers to show her pierced midriff and the bottom of her corset. “I’m a dominatrix. My whip is back at the club.”



“Wow, you have the body for it too, you’re so toned. Red lips to clash with your bright red hair?”



“The full works, plus a black eye mask. I’ll add the dramatic touches later, I don’t think the Harford clubhouse is up for Mistress Ell.”



“You’d give the old boys a collective heart attack. I’m not sure if Flames is even up for Mistress Ell.” Sian shook her head, “I have to say, apart from having Rob’s company, I’m rather jealous.”



“Oi!” came a voice from the row below. “You’re on the same table as us and our husbands, it can’t be that bad.” Her brunette friend, a heavily-pregnant Sarah was coming to join them. Like most around them, she was wrapped up in a heavy winter coat, hat, gloves and ascarf.



Sarah shook her brolly out, “It’s bloody tipping down and freezing. Whose idea was this again?”



“The new social media bloke,” chorused Sian and Lindsay.



“Roman? The one who’s just walked out?” asked Sarah.



“Really?” Lindsay rolled her eyes.



A low, male Scottish-accented voice came from a massive hunk behind them, “Yes, and he’s dropped the club well-and-truly in the brown stuff. Nothing’s ready for tonight. Lindsay, I may have to call on your organisational and diplomatic skills to help us out of shit creek. I wouldn’t ask if we weren’t desperate.”



“Yes, boss.” Lindsay was Tom’s second-in-command in his City offices, and had got to know the rest of the girls through his wife, Sarah.



“Looks like I won’t be seeing much more of the match, I’ll see you in the bar later.” Lindsay waved goodbye to the girls, and returned to the clubhouse.



When she got there, the whole place was in turmoil. Some pink, red and silver decorations lay scattered about the function room on random tables, some still in their boxes. The bar staff had set up, but were short of staff and coming into conflict with the caterers who were also in chaos.



It took five minutes to soothe the irate chef worried about his food getting spoiled, and placate the bar manager concerned about several bottles of wine ready to be placed on the tables that had already gone missing.



One mousy young girl was attempting to lay all of the tables by herself. Lindsay approached her, “Hi, do you know where the rest of the waiting staff for tonight are please?”



The girl blushed and didn’t look at her, “Ummm, they’re here…”



“But where?”



“Ummm, I think they’re getting ready in the ladies?”



Lindsay helped the girl, whose name was Becca, for a few minutes, “So, how long have you been here?”



“Since seven, that’s when Roman said he’d pay us from.”



“And the other girls, how long have they been here.”



“Ummm.” Becca blushed, “Around the same time, we were on the same bus.”



It was approaching eight o’clock. “I’ll be back in a bit.”



Lindsay went in search of the missing staff. It didn’t take long; the clubhouse was nearly empty apart from the staff and she could hear giggling from the loos. She pushed the door open, to be met by a cloud of hairspray, perfume, cigarette and alcohol fumes. Three girls in short, tight white blouses with black miniskirts were propped up around the sinks, drinking the pilfered wine, gossiping and fussing with their make-up. One further girl was smoking out of an opened window. They gave Lindsay dismissive glances and carried on their conversations. Lindsay went into a stall and listened.



“Did you see the size of that girl who goes out with Rob, the prop? She’s massive, must be a fourteen at least. What an elephant!”



“Fat cow, what the hell does he see in her?”



“I’m going to flirt with him tonight, I don’t care if he’s single or not.”



All the other girls agreed and discussed which of the men they fancied, each adding a malicious slur about the player’s wife or girlfriend.



Lindsay had heard enough and exited the cubicle, spuriously washing her hands and striding out of the door.



Seconds later, she returned with backup in the form of a couple of bar staff and a doorman, “You four, you’re sacked. Don’t expect to be paid a penny for tonight, and don’t expect to ever work here again. Now, pay up for that stolen wine and piss off.”



With much bitching, the girls left.



Which was nice, but left them short of staff. She spotted Tom coming in to check progress, “I need at least four bodies to act as waiters or waitresses plus a couple of bar staff who won’t drink the profits. Any ideas?”



Tom thought for a second, “I’ll send some of the squad who aren’t playing over. Maybe some of the under-20 boys. Don’t let them give you any shit.”



“Good, I won’t. How are things on the pitch?”



“It’s only halftime and we’re winning by miles. So much for a close-fought local derby; they haven’t even turned up.”



Lindsay returned to the function room and was relieved to see Becca had finished laying the cutlery. Some bar staff had taken pity on her and started polishing the glasses to be placed on the tables.



“Lindsay? Ummm, would you mind if I tidied myself up a bit? I haven’t stopped since I got here and I need the loo.”



“No problem, apparently there’s more help on its way.” Lindsay cast an eye over the room, assessing what was left to be done. Napkins with hearts on and other related table and wall decorations, more chairs. There wasn’t even any table plan to check. She could strangle that Roman.



The heating had been bumped up, and after walking back and forth a few times, she was far too warm in her long coat and layers. She hung the coat up, putting her whip with it also, and stripped off a couple of jumpers leaving only a translucent, figure-hugging black silk blouse over the corset.



Where was the help? Becca had returned in short order, and was placing the glasses out. Her brown hair had been pulled back neatly into a high ponytail which suited her better. Lindsay hadn’t noticed before, but Becca was naturally pretty, a quiet beauty rather than in-your-face-and-caked-with-makeup, and under the baggy clothes was a good, athletic figure. Her eyes had nearly popped out of her head when she’d seen Lindsay’s skin-tight outfit.



The ‘Happy Valentine’s Day!’ banner Lindsay was holding was intended to be suspended on permanent hooks above the bar. Even kneeling on a bar stool wasn’t enough. She dragged a small table over, and retrieved her whip. In her insanely high heels with the use of the whip, she could just about reach, and the decoration looked great once up.



With hands on hips, she surveyed the room. It was slowly coming together.



Sniggering came from her left. Six of the players kitted out in hoodies and jeans were slouching in the doorway, watching her in her outfit.



“You two!” she barked and pointed her whip at the two closest, “Help me down from here.”



Their tittering shut off abruptly and the two players uneasily approached her. She recognised them as younger players, in fact four of them looked to be younger and the remaining two, Gavin and Adam were senior players in their mid-twenties.



“Arms up!” she snapped, and with their help, gracefully stepped down. The top of her head barely reached their shoulders. She squared her shoulders, tapped the whip against her boots and fixed them all with a gimlet stare.



Their expressions were combined terror and awe, and some sexual heat from the older two. Hmmm, maybe she was onto something here; despite their size, they weren’t arguing.



She circled them, taking in their jeans and general scruffy appearance, “You! Name and what other clothes do you have with you?”



“D-Damian,” her victim stuttered. “Us younger players have smarter clothes for later.”



“You! Name and what kind of smarter clothes?” she directed her question to another youth player.



“Ricky. Sss-shirts and ties, trousers and shoes.”



She pointed at the youthful players, “You’re now waiters for the night. You will be paid. You four have ten minutes to change and return here. Go now.”



She flicked the whip towards the door and the four scuttled away, leaving Gavin and Adam.



She had to hide the tremors of anticipation running through her. Hell, they were tall. And fit. She took her time to slowly look over them, tapping her whip against her opposite palm, “You two. Clothes?”



Gavin answered, his redhead complexion blushing, “Just a change of shirt.” The dark-haired Adam echoed him in his soft Kiwi accent. Neither of them could look away from the whip in her hands.



“Have either of you ever served behind a bar?” They both nodded. “Ok that’ll be your main job for tonight. You have five minutes to change.”



They both nodded, but didn’t move. She looked them up and down again scornfully. Tall. More than filling out the front of their jeans. At her glare, they both shuffled. Were they aroused? They seemed to be breathing heavily.



She stepped closer, meeting their widening eyes and whispered, “Go. Now.”



Gavin gulped, “O-Our kit bags are below the coat stands behind you.”



Lindsay permitted herself a smug smile, “Good, then you can change here and help me with the rest of the decorations.”



She strode off to where Becca was watching open-mouthed, “Everything ok with you, Becca?”



“Oh my god, you’re, like, my heroine. The way they went from cockiness to cowering in front of you in seconds.” Becca was grinning and had forgotten to be shy, “I’ve never seen anything so epic.



“How old are you, Becca?”



“I’m eighteen. Just.”



“Are you still at school?”



“Ummm, I’m just finishing my A levels but…ummm, I want to be a cyclist,” she rushed out.



“Ooh, I cycle too. Only social club runs though.”



“I thought so; you have the legs of a cyclist…” Whatever Becca was about to say next, she completely forgot, distracted by something behind Lindsay. “Wow!” she breathed.



Lindsay suspected she knew what had distracted the goggle-eyed waitress, and before turning around, carefully blanked her expression. Wow indeed.



Two half-naked professional sportsmen, firm slabs of muscles and ridged abdomens on show, they rummaged in their bags for shirts. Gavin started pulling his shirt on. Looking up and seeing Lindsay and Becca watching, he slowed his movements down, smirking as he slowly buttoned the garish, silky fabric from bottom to top. He said something to Adam who looked their way too.



Lindsay could feel herself losing control of the situation, “Follow me, and stop staring!” she hissed at Becca.



Sauntering towards the troublesome two, she slowly unbuttoned the thin shirt she wore over the leather corset. Gavin and Adam’s eyes darted to her chest, the smooth black leather and bare midriff she was revealing. She let the shirt slip off her shoulders, “It’s rather…warm in here, don’t you think?” she asked Adam.



His eyes were glued to the breast shelf barely covered by leather. With a deep breath, she nearly popped out.



She tittered, and shrugged the shirt back on, slowly rebuttoning it, “Silly me, I need to run to the cold office, and I’m afraid I’ll have to find you other shirts to wear, those just won’t do.” She shook her head in mock disappointment. “Please be getting on with decorating and placing the wine glasses on the tables, tell the youths to help you when they return.” She strolled out of the room, swinging her hips confidently, Becca trotting behind her.



“Ok, Becca. First things first, we need table plans and a list of names. Secondly, we both need to keep those boys and everyone else under control all night. Part of that is appearance, most of it is attitude. I’m going to give you a makeover and ‘Don’t Fuck With Me’ lessons.”



Becca almost skipped in happiness and clapped her hands together with glee.



Lindsay laughed, “I’m afraid the first lesson is be happy inside but don’t be too happy on the outside when you’re in a position of power. Second is, don’t overdo it and be a hard bitch, there’s always room for a smile and compliment if someone’s done well.”



***



Twenty minutes later, Lindsay had the paperwork sorted and a transformed assistant. She’d borrowed a skirt and shoes from one of the women players who’d brought them to change into after watching the match, and a red v-neck T-shirt with the Harford logo, from a youth tournament. There were more T-shirts for the waiters and bar staff. One other problem sorted.



She’d also enhanced her make-up and applied a bit to Becca to bring out her natural beauty. The improved appearance and lessons had dramatically boosted Becca’s confidence. Her shoulders had gone back and she could already sashay like Lindsay in the unfamiliar heels. Giving her a clipboard and clear tasks had also improved her assurance.



Lindsay checked her watch, the match was due to end in ten minutes.The muted buzz of voices and laughter came from the function room. Well, at least that meant they hadn’t walked out on her, yet.



The doors creaked as they walked in and the boys looked around from blowing up balloons. All of them did a double take at Becca’s appearance, and she responded by coolly meeting their eyes. Good.



The tables were almost finished too. Also good. Lindsay allowed herself a quick smile of relief while no one was watching her, before clearing her throat, “You waiters, Becca will be giving you a brief rundown on service, and T-shirts we’ve managed to procure. No more worrying about getting tomato sauce on your best pulling shirt, hey?”



She allowed time for the four to finish their current balloons, and to follow Becca to the catering outlet and congregate around her. A brief moment of worry was placated by Becca’s serene smile.



Gavin and Adam were left, and she could just tell that they were feeling belligerent. “Here.” She threw T-shirts at them, “They may be a bit small though.”



Adam glanced at the label, “I usually wear a large. This is a medium.”



“There aren’t any large so tough luck. It’ll stretch.”



Gavin had already started unbuttoning his shirt; he wasn’t going to argue. It took seconds for him to pull the top on, he looked resplendent in the formfitting fabric. Lindsay gave an approving nod, for some reason, it looked wonderful against his redhead colouring; his hair verged towards auburn rather than ginger. She returned her gaze to Adam who was grumpily pulling at the snug garment.



Wow! What a knockout! If Gavin looked wonderful, Adam looked superb.



She had to stop herself gaping, giving the same approving nod, “Both of you look great, and well done on the decorations. Now, go to Nick, he’ll give you a run down on the bar, it’s bottles only in here. If anyone wants anything different, send them to the main bar. We have about ten minutes before the hordes descend.”



Those ten minutes she spent correcting cock-ups on the table plans and keeping an ear out for Becca, noting that she was spare in awarding compliments but the boys were preening when she did. The caterers came to her with some minor problems but they were all resolved in no time. Far from being a disaster thanks to the disappearing Roman, there was a chance they may, just, get away with it.



***



The main course of the ‘Luscious Late Love Lunch’ was served at ten o’clock on the dot and Lindsay breathed a sigh of relief. Becca had come through for her, the boys behaved, the decorations, while utterly naff, seemed to lift everyone’s spirits, especially the pink, red and silver packets of balloons she hadn’t had time to inflate so had just placed on the tables as DIY decorations. Blowing up and popping balloons entertained even the most churlish.



Tom offered his help once he had finished his coaching duties. Lindsay had waved him back to his wife until pudding was served, when she escaped to join the rugby girls in the bar for a drink, just in time to delay their imminent departure for Flames. They were very impressed with her outfit, and she didn’t have the courage to tell them either how much it had cost or that she’d had it a few years. They agreed to hang on for a short while longer, and she bought them a bottle of champagne to keep them entertained while she finished up.



“What an evening.” Tom came up behind her as she surveyed the function room for any more problems. “I think you deserve another pay rise.”



“I wouldn’t have done it without your boys and Becca.”



Tom laughed, “I heard how you terrified them into submission. Well, apart from Becca, who has turned into a little dominatrix herself. Ricky’s just asked her out.”



Lindsay gasped and laughed, “What did she say?”



“She’s outlined a list of demands to which he happily conceded. I’ve paid them all, given her double, and as soon as they clear the last plate, they’re all dismissed. Is that ok with you?”



“Perfect. What about Gavin and Adam?”



“I’ll let them go in a bit. Were the tight T-shirts your idea? They’ve been complaining of fighting off housewives all night. That was evil.” Tom grinned.



“Serves them right for giving me shit earlier. Has Sarah enjoyed herself?”



Tom grinned even more, he was so besotted with his pregnant wife, “Brilliantly, thanks to that comfy chair you organised. I’m off to take her home.” There was a ripple of applause from the room and a triumphant masculine whoop, “Awww, sounds like Rob proposed to Sian. He said he would if the night went well. Another pat on the back for you.”

Lindsay smiled in contentment, “Away wi’ ye now. I’ll also be off with the girls to go clubbing all night. Tidy, as Sarah would say.”



***



“I thought it was supposed to be an anti-Valentine’s Day theme?”



They’d just piled out of the taxi after leaving the saccharine-sweet atmosphere of the rugby club not expecting to have to run another gauntlet of hearts and flowers. All the girls gawped at the heart-shaped balloons floating everywhere, the pink and red streamers, the silver banners with cute pictures of chubby cherubs.



“That Cupid there looks like that social media prick, Roman,” said one girl.



Another sniggered, “He’s probably got a baby-sized prick too. But I was looking forward to not having this twee shit shoved down my throat,” she added acidly.



The woman on the door with the clipboard shrugged with embarrassment, “The event planner got the wrong idea. By the time I arrived this evening, it was too late to change it.”



There were some grumbles, “At least the alcohol will taste the same.”



“Err, about that…” The woman nodded towards a couple of topless winged Cupids approaching them with trays of plastic shot glasses filled with pink or red liquid. “Enjoy your free drinks! Next!”



***



An hour later, Lindsay had danced as much as she was able and was taking the weight off her feet, sipping a thankfully-normal-coloured drink. She had been idly watching the Harford boys’ escapades since their arrival at the nightclub shortly after the girls had been dropped off. It was clear that some of them had imbibed more than a skinful that night, and were encouraging the others in Valentine’s-themed dares.



So far she’d counted three different dares which involved pairs of lads in a head-to-head battle over who could snog the most girls in a minute, two boat races with five purloined pink drinks to down each, and now this, whatever it was.



In a more upmarket venue, they wouldn’t get away with it, but Flames was known for being a touch relaxed and the management were turning a blind eye, even helping to find the chair in the corner on which Adam was sprawled.



The biggest surprise to her was that Adam was taking part in this debacle. From what she had seen of him earlier, the dark-haired Kiwi was quite reserved. Obviously, the shots he had been encouraged to knock back since arriving at the nightclub had given him a confidence boost.



She gathered from the teasing that he wasn’t really a ‘player’ in the sense of going out with many women, hence the bet. Two women had been flirting with him, and Gavin, the dare ringleader, had decided that a tipsy Adam wouldn’t be able to control himself if one of them kissed him. The reality was far from it; the first kiss had ended early and the second had turned into an awkward lip lock. Sensing failure, Gavin had scouted the crowd and spotted Lindsay.



He’d frozen in place when he’d recognised her despite the mask she had donned, a brief flash of panic in his eyes. It was a battle between him ignoring her and winning the challenge. The drink must have given him more confidence too, as he’d eventually approached her.



What was in it for her? Well, she hadn’t snogged anyone for some time, she was feeling a little jaded with Flames, and her girlfriends had their own dare, promising to take her out for a nice non-heart-themed meal if she succeeded. Plus if she was honest, she thought Adam rather attractive, and she’d seen his body was superb.



She ignored the jeering from his friends as she sashayed towards him. Adam sat sprawled across the chair at the front of the shallow step, an arrogant sneer besmirching his handsome visage.



She circled his chair, trailing her whip up his thigh, his chest, flicking it under his chin and lifted his head.



“All this for just one kiss?” she asked, looking him directly in the eye.



“Yep.” He grinned smugly. The crowd around him tittered. She slashed the whip through the air and they fell silent.



Lindsay lifted her eyes to the chortlers, a handful of his teammates. One by one, she challenged each curious gaze until they lowered their eyes. “Why should I?”



“Because you want this?” He gestured arrogantly towards his body, his broad shoulders, thick jean-clad thighs and his bulging crotch.



“Why would I, since you obviously spread it around so much?” she countered.



A sore note was obviously hit as his swaggering demeanour faltered for a millisecond, enough for her to take note. He recovered quickly, “Jealous?”



She restrained a snigger and laid on her wayward Scottish accent, “Nae at all, ma wee darling.” She bent over and whispered in his ear, “Ye cannae ken the trouble ye’re in.”



This time the flush on his cheeks was unmissable. All around them had gone silent, straining to hear as they watched her straighten up and lock eyes with him. Although he was sitting down and she was wearing suicidal heels, her lack of height and the elevated chair meant she didn’t tower over him. Her eye level was barely above his, but it was clear the diminutive redhead in the black leather was the one in control.



She let her left hand drift up his shoulder, the light pressure almost tickling him. At the nape of his neck, she drew circles, “So, the deal is you’re not allowed to move your hands? If you do, I win.”



“That’s correct.” He didn’t sound quite so certain.



“Good.” Her fingers began ruffling the short hair at the nape of his neck, randomly tugging on the short, soft strands, adding in a quick gentle tug of his earlobe before returning to the nape.



Pleasure flashed across his face, his eyelashes fluttered, pupils dilated and his breath began to shorten. Bingo! She had him. Or rather, she had found one of his weak points. Game on.



As his soulful brown eyes watched her every move, slowly she licked her lips and bit the lush lower curve as if in pensive thought, “I can touch you, but I’m not allowed to touch your…” She leant forward to whisper again in his ear, “Your…cock.”



She saw him swallow, “That’s correct.” Some hoarseness had crept into his voice.



“From now on, you must address me as ‘Mistress’, do you understand?” she instructed.



His chest heaved and his eyes began to glaze with submission, “Yes.”



She scowled and tugged his hair, “Yeesssss, Mistress.”



“Good, slave. However, I can touch you in…other places?” She tugged harder on his hair, forcing his head back slightly. Her rough treatment had him completely under her spell, her fingers soothed and massaged the back of his head, controlling his movement.



“Mmmmm, yes, Mistress,” he hissed.



She bent over slightly, bringing her face near the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply, “You smell good, I’m looking forward to how you taste,” she whispered. “All over. When I tie you up.”



He shuddered slightly.



“Does licking count as kissing?”



“Err…”



“Or nibbling, does nibbling count? Answer me!” she commanded.



“Ummm…I don’t…think so, Mistress.”



“What about sucking? Does sucking count?” she smirked slightly when he visibly gulped and shook his head. “Are you certain?” She had to keep him off-balance, “Repeat after me, ‘licking and nibbling and sucking don’t count’?”



“Yes, licking and nibbling and…sucking don’t count, Mistress.” He swallowed nervously.



“Not good enough, you’ve won a whipping for that, slave. ‘Licking and nibbling and sucking don’t count when I’m tied up and my cock is hard’?”



“Licking and nibbling and sucking don’t count when I’m tied up and my cock is hard and weeping for you, Mistress.”



“That’s good, slave.” She nipped at his earlobe and soothing it with a flick of her tongue before facing him again. One hand kept his head under her control as she stood between his sprawled legs. They locked eyes again. The thumb from her free hand ran along his jaw line, to his lips and flicked at his bottom lip, slowly running back and forth before pressing slightly inside. She could feel his breath quickening, but bolts of arousal were beginning to run through her too.



Unexpectedly, he sucked at her thumb, laving it roughly with his tongue. Her knees gave slightly and he noticed her weakness, breaking the spell. He grinned back at her, his cocky attitude from earlier re-emerging, “Still think you can beat me? Third girl lucky, Mistress?”



“Perhaps that was the problem, they were girls, not women.” She dipped her head, nipped at the lower lip and soothed it with a swipe of her tongue. He tried to follow her mouth, to begin the kiss, but her controlling hand stopped him with a tug of his hair. “So, that’s how you’re going to play it?” she mused, as he groaned slightly. “The others were a bit …obvious. And too fast. I wonder how you deal with…slow?”



Her slightly-damp thumb painted a line down his neck, down the middle of his chest, briefly over one of his firm pectorals. Her fingers came into play on his six-pack, running down to the outside of his hip where her hand remained, brushing the side of his butt cheeks.



Still holding his eyes, she noted his reactions to where her hand was: nothing for the chest, a flinch when her thumb glanced over his hip crease. Interesting. She tried it again and his hips actually jolted slightly. She continued running the thumb back and forth along the crease, lightly touching him but not going near his groin, alternating with a barely-there touch to the inside of his knee



His shifting in his seat, his dilated pupils and gusting breath confirmed that she’d found another couple of weak points. Unfortunately, she could also feel the crotch of her trousers dampening, and her nipples drilling through her corset.



She asked quietly, “So, one kiss is it? Why me?”



“Gavin and I haven’t talked about…earlier. The boys know I like natural redheads, and you were the only one they could find in the club. Is that right, are you a natural, Mistress?” He continued as she had, sotto voce.



She opened her eyes innocently at him, “Are you asking if the collar matches the cuffs? That would be telling and had earned you another whipping. You’ll find out when you go down on me.” She felt him jolt slightly at her saucy tone, “Oh yes, this is turning me on too. I really need you; I’m wet and empty between my legs. My breasts need your hands and mouth, they feel all hot and swollen, they need sucking and squeezing. Then I’ll sit on your face.”



His eyes left hers briefly and flickered to the cleavage displayed by her corset, disguised by the mesh of the shirt, “I want to see more.”



A quick check ensured no one else could see anything, so she slowly leant closer so the shirt gaped and let him gaze down to her corset, “That better? Can you almost see my nipples begging for you to take them in your mouth and suck them?”



“Almosssst,” he hissed as she yanked his head back up.



“Naughty slave, they’ll need squeezing first, nice and firmly.”



Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his fingers flex. It was time to turn the heat up; she nipped and licked at his lower lip again, avoiding his seeking lips. His eyes were unfocussed, the combination of sexual tension and alcohol kicking in.



“Just one kiss?” she hovered her lips millimetres from his, brushing his nose lightly with hers as they shared the same breath.



He licked his own dry lips, his tongue touching her slightly as he groaned again, “Please, Mistress?”



“Just one?”



He tried to nod his head, she let him this time, loosening her grasp.



“If you insist.” She traced the back of his neck, the inside of his groin with her hands, her cheek turned slightly so that their cheeks brushed. “You smell delicious,” she murmured. “Let’s see how you taste.”



His breath stopped for a second as she moved her lips back towards his, time froze as the millimetres separating them slowly decreased.



Her lips finally brushed against his. And pressed.



They both gasped and she teasingly lightened the contact. His mouth followed hers, not letting the kiss end. He groaned in frustration as her hand tightened on his nape, preventing him from delving deeper.



His arms shot up, his hands pulling her slight body closer, not letting her escape. They barely heard the cheering from his friends as his control broke spectacularly. His lips ate at her, his hot tongue tangling with hers.



He tasted like the whisky he’d been drinking, a mellower, smokier blend than she expected, or was that him? She could feel him so hard against her, only propriety stopped her rubbing herself on him. She settled for subtly and rhythmically pressing her chest closer, her hard nipples stabbing into the leather.



Their lips broke apart and he gulped for breath, “I can feel the corset and your breasts, through my shirt. I want to squeeze them. I can’t do it here. Please let’s go.”



She glared at him.



“Please can we go, Mistress?”



Lindsay grinned smugly and nodded her acquiescence, “Right wi’ ye.”



He stood and snagged his jacket from the back of the chair to cover his bulging groin.



One of her friends stopped them, “What on earth did you say to him? No one could hear a thing.”



Lindsay giggled and winked, “Nothing much, I just made sure I wasn’t breaking any of the rugby boys’ rules. Will update you tomorrow night when you take me for that meal. Have a great night! I will.”



They made their way quickly through the curious crowd, collecting her coat as they moved towards the exit. She resisted the urge to command him; she didn’t want to out him to his friends.



As they left, a light hand on her arm stopped her.



Gavin. She looked at him.



“I…I overheard some of what you were saying, no one else was as close.” He appeared to be summoning his courage.



“Go on.” She waited patiently.



“No one knows I’ve followed you, I said I was making the moves on another girl I’d seen downstairs.”



“And..?”



He swallowed, his eyes wild, “Can I…can I come too? We don’t have to do anything. Just tie me up. Let me watch you. Please. I’ve never felt anything like when you command me…”



She placed a finger across Gavin’s his lips and glanced at Adam. He didn’t look horrified, just neutral, so she smiled her agreement, “Both of you. Find a taxi with a woman driver. Get her to pick us up outside that supermarket, in five minutes.”



“Thank you.”



“Thank you, ‘Mistress’,” she corrected.



Gavin nearly moaned, “Thank you, Mistress.”



She needed to buy some supplies. The night was turning out to be quite promising.



She’d played power games with some ex-boyfriends in university and discovered she loved to dominate but hadn’t often had the time, opportunity or right partner since. Not many men were truly willing to submit. Now she was going to have not one but two young, fit men under her control. Just the thought made her wet as fuck and her nipples rock hard against the leather.



Luckily, the supermarket was open for a few more minutes, and she picked up the items quickly. The orange plastic bag was so incongruous with the rest of her outfit, it made her smirk.



A taxi was parked right outside the exit and the two boys were waiting by it. The butch-looking female driver gave her a nod of approval at the outfit visible under her unfastened coat.



She gave the driver an address and Gavin and Adam helped her into the back of the cab, reminding her of earlier that evening. They went to sit either side of her but she hissed, “Opposite me, boys. You don’t get to sit with me.”



They both looked at the fold-down seats and glanced back at her. Their bodies already filled the cab.



“On your knees!”



Gavin almost fell onto his knees, and Adam wasn’t far behind.



“Hands behind your back, face me, and hold onto whatever you can to brace yourself.”



With a nod to the bemused driver, the cab moved slowly off. Sporadic streetlight intruded into the cab, and she took her time looking over her men for the night.



“You are not permitted to speak or move without my permission, except for acknowledging my orders with ‘Yes, Mistress’,” she started. She trailed her whip up Gavin’s thigh, stroking it lightly across his crotch, then whipped him up between the legs.



He bit his lip and stared at her feet. The hump in his jeans actually twitched and grew.



She moved his attention to Adam, “I’m going to punish you both for all of your disobedience tonight.” She didn’t think he was as submissive as Gavin, in fact she suspected he was a switch. Which gave her a nice frisson of excitement. What a challenge. She lifted one boot and brushed his crotch with the pointed toe.



He rubbed himself against her, leaning forward. She pressed harder, and harder. He tried to escape her boot and she kicked him away. He gasped, but did not speak.



“Did you not hear me? You are here to give me pleasure, I don’t care about yours. You will both do everything I ask of you. From now on you will be Boy A, and…” She pointed back at Gavin, “You will be Boy G. Do you understand?”



“Yes, Mistress,” they chorused.



A frisson of power ran through her. She was so wet, she felt like she was gushing. Stripping the trousers off in the cab wasn’t a goer, and would be a mood killer. However, her corset could be slackened enough for her breasts to come out.



She bent forward and untied the ribbon at the back, then placed her bags and coat behind her for support. The leather carapace loosened around her as she slouched down.



“For the rest of this journey, you are going to suck my breasts. You are permitted the use of one hand and your mouth. The other hand will be used to stabilise, not touch yourself.”



They moved slowly towards her. Adam was the first to gently pull the leather down and scoop one breast out, Gavin ran an admiring hand up the leather first.



They both squeezed her, and she had to hold back a gasp. Their heads came down and two hot, wet mouths attacked her mounds.



Oh fuck!



She couldn’t see much in the darkness of the cab, except the heads bobbing up and down on her, one slightly lighter than the other. She could feel their mouths, Gavin was sucking her, his hand stroking her side. Adam was alternating nibbling and biting around her nipple with lashes of the tongue. Her breath was escaping in gasps, she was so close to coming.



One hand snaked between her legs and she pulled on the ribbon securing the trousers, able to squeeze a slim hand to her swollen, soaking horniness. The other hand ran fingers through the hair of her slaves, pulling them towards her, tugging the strands.



Oh fuck!



Her back arched, she rubbed faster and forced them closer.



Oh fuuuuuuuuck!



She came with a half-scream, they sucked faster and waves of pleasure washed over her.



Their suckling slowed as her breathing did. She took a moment to compose herself.



“Thank you, boys,” she purred. “Back to your knees.”



They took a moment to return to their positions, and both stared at the hand between her legs, hidden by the leather.



She smiled evilly, “You’re curious, are you?”



She fed the other hand down there, feeling herself, moaning as aftershocks ran through her. She was so glad she’d had a Brazilian; her lips were so sensitive without hair.



“Mmmm, you’ll see that later, but for now you’ll have a taste.” Bringing her hands out, she leant forward and fed her slippery fingers into their mouths. “Suck them clean,” she ordered.



Both their tongues set to work, licking the juices from her digits. She felt the cab slow and streetlight highlighted their faces. Gavin’s eyes were closed as he sucked, however Adam’s were watching her face. She stared at him, and he stared back.



“We’re here,” announced the driver.



Lindsay smiled and drew her hands out of their mouths. She slowly closed the front of her trousers, and repositioned and tightened her corset, drawing her coat closed around her. “Time to get out, boys.”



They shuffled out, and helped her to gracefully step down.



“How much?” she asked, rummaging in her handbag for her purse as the front window wound down.

“Twenty quid, and a taste of you please?”



Lindsay lifted her head, grinned with surprise at the surprisingly-attractive driver; she’d thought she was butch-looking earlier. “It’s usually forty.”



“That was one of the most beautifully horny things I’ve ever seen and heard,” the woman praised with a smile.



Lindsay pulled her lower coat open, again untying the laces on her trousers and sent a hand between her legs, scooping up all she could, shuddering slightly at the renewed contact. When she brought her hand out, the fluids glistened in the streetlight.



The driver’s agile tongue licked her fingers cleaner than the boys had, her eyes closed in pleasure. “Thank you,” she breathed. “I’m Suki, I hope to drive you again.”



Lindsay smiled again, “Thank you, Suki. And here’s eighty quid. Have a good night.”



“I will, I don’t care about fares for the rest of it; I’m so horny, I’m going home to fuck my girlfriend. She’ll love this story. Happy Valentine’s!”



The cab drew away with a wave, and Lindsay turned back to the two men who had been silently watching. “Follow me.”



***



She lived in a luxurious apartment block overlooking the river; her job rewarded her dedication well. She’d purchased the penthouse off Tom when he’d married Sarah and moved out of Central London. Lindsay wasn’t sure if she liked it, she rattled around in it most of the time apart from when it was used for corporate functions.



However, it was useful tonight for installing awe in her men.



They’d gaped when they followed her out of the lift and into the hall. She took them to the kitchen first, pouring pint glasses of water out and sprinkled in a recovery powder from a big tub.



“Drink,” she commanded.



There was no way she could do what she wanted if they were still tipsy. That wouldn’t be right. Alcohol would dull their senses, perhaps as much as to hide when they were hurt.



They were still looking at the glasses, and suspiciously at the tub.



She sighed, “Fair play, you have to worry about drugs and stuff. It’s the same one as Tom uses. Here.” She passed over the container and saw their shoulders relax as they recognised the brand.



“Just to make it clear, we are not going to have full intercourse tonight, no matter how much any of us want it.”



Both boys looked disappointed.



“However there will be oral sex, although I am not going to ask you to do any sexual acts on each other, unless you really want to?”



They both looked relieved and shook their heads.



“What do you say?” she asked menacingly.



“No, Mistress. Thank you Mistress,” they chorused.



She nodded, “Still too late to escape punishment for that one. It’s adding up. Now, I need your safe words. Boy A?”



Adam stared at her, uncomprehending.



“A safe word is a way to tell me you’ve had enough. Submissives say ‘no’, ‘yes’ and ‘stop’ too readily. However, if you use your safe word, it is the end of tonight, and any other night with me.”



“Kiwi….just kiwi. Mistress,” he tacked on.



She smirked and added another black mark to Adam’s mounting tally, “Boy G? It has to be something you’d remember and say easily, perhaps something from tonight?”



“Balloon.”



“Good boy. Ok, so that’s ‘Kiwi’ and ‘Balloon’. There is also a traffic light system, green means go, amber is slow or it’s getting too much, red means stop. Is that clear?”



“Yes Mistress.”



“What colour are you now?”



Gavin was the first to answer, “Green!” followed by Adam’s slower reiteration.



“Good, now come with me.”



They followed her, gulping from their glasses.



She took them into the room with her small gym. It was only a gym for the sake of appearances, the equipment having been carefully purchased by her as dual use. She ordered them to move some seemingly random pieces of equipment and mats, the glee building inside her as they puffed and panted their way to their joint doom.



“Now, showers,” she barked. “Clean yourselves, front and back, and pull just your boxers back on. End of the corridor there’s a door to a guest room.”



While they were out, she opened the locked wall cupboards and folded back the doors. She had acquired the equipment a while ago but it had never had a proper workout; the last so-called ‘submissive’ to enter had chickened out at the last minute. There were enough implements to give any visitor pause for thought, and she added more items from the supermarket to the shelves. A few straps, ropes and chains attached to the benches and frames, and she nodded in satisfaction.



She used her bathroom briefly too. Her boots she quickly zipped off, replaced her soggy trousers with a pair of skimpy leather knickers, and pulled the boots back on. The mask was disposed with; she preferred for them to see her full face. Once ready, she lit candles around the room and extinguished the overhead lights.



All done. What once was a gym had been turned into a torture chamber.



***



Adam was, surprisingly, the first back. She was examining her whips to decide which ones to use that night when she heard a light knock at the door.



“Come in.”



He walked into the room, faltering when he saw the equipment set up how it should be.



She approached him. Hell, his body was gorgeous. The candlelight highlighted the ridges of muscle, the smooth lines, the absolute masculine power. She circled him, once, returning to gaze at his face.



“Shorts off.”



This was the first test, to see if he would do what she said without objecting. She closely watched his face for a response, to see if he would fight the brusque order and how much he felt the desire to submit. He looked unsure for a moment, then his hands moved and she heard the fabric drop to the floor.



“Good boy.” He smirked slightly at that. Interesting.



She circled him again, trailing a hand across his solid buttocks, and then had her first glimpse of his cock. Like the rest of his body, it was gracefully shaped, a semi-erect curve rising from his body. It twitched as she considered what to do with it.



She walked over towards a bench and beckoned him to follow her. He froze in place for a moment. It was a simple weights bench on a padded mat. She thought he would feel at home. Well, apart from the cuffs attached to its base.



“Come here. Now.” She inserted some iron into her voice and it had the desired effect.



“Kneel so your upper body is supported by the bench.” This time, he followed her orders. She cuffed him, then checked the height was right for her next plan. It was. “Open your knees as far as you can.”



A spreader bar was attached to stop him closing his legs. She added some further straps to immobilise him further, to leave his genitals dangling free, before hearing another soft knock at the door.



Gavin looked like he’d been kicked in the gut when he saw Adam. His eyes glittered, his breathing was fast, and he stripped off his shorts as soon as Lindsay gestured at them. Unlike Adam, he was already fully erect, a good size with a stubby head and a well-trimmed base.



She ran a hand down his chest and he wordlessly shivered with pleasure. She reached his cock and stroked it lightly, it flexed towards her, growing even harder. “Boy G, this is your first experience of bondage and submission?”



He nodded, “Yes, Mistress.”



She walked to her shelves, glanced at him, and picked up some leather pieces. On returning, she held the cock ring device in front of his face, “I’ll show you how to put this on, but you must decide how tight you want it.”



His shaking hands buckled the bands around his balls tighter than she expected, than she would have herself. It seemed Gavin was into it completely. She took him to a frame, attached his arms to cuffs above his head and his legs spread. The boys could see each other, were only yards away.



She took a moment to admire his body, and strapped cock and balls, and returned to the cupboard behind him for more tools.



“These are going to be some of your instruments of torture tonight.” She laid out several whips on a bench in front of him. “Others will be a surprise. I’ll leave you there to think about that.” She kissed him lightly, and fondled his cock for a few seconds so it hardened even more as he groaned.



“What colour are you?”



“Green. Very green, Mistress”



“Good boy.”



She returned to the cupboard and picked up some items for Adam. He had watched Gavin’s imprisonment with wide eyes, but his erection hadn’t hardened any further. Which was what Lindsay wanted.



She measured him with her fingers, and he began to swell at the contact. Lindsay tutted, and wrapped his cock in an icy cloth. He gasped, but went down. Seconds later, she pushed a large ring over his cock and fed his balls through too. She added a few more rings along his length, and stroked him a few times so he swelled and the rings began to dig in. He gasped.



“This is a type of cock cage, for naughty boys. You can’t have a full erection, you can’t come until I take it off. It should teach you the control that you’re lacking. Now, what colour are you?”



Adam was quiet for a moment. “Green, Mistress,” he eventually answered.



She ran a hand over his buttocks, and picked up a bottle of lube, “I’m going to do this slowly so as to not hurt you. I permit you to speak for this time.” She squeezed the bottle between his cheeks, and pressed a finger into his hole.



“Oh, fuck,” he gasped. He tried to close his legs but the spreader stopped him, tried to wriggle away but the ropes stymied his movement.



She worked the finger in and out for a while, and after he relaxed, adding another to stretch the ring of muscle. Instead of pulling away from her, this time he tried to thrust towards her. Three fingers had him panting, especially when she hit one particular spot inside him.



“Oh, fuck; I can’t get hard. The rings…” His cock was reddening and twitching.



He was ready for more. She picked up a butt plug, added more lube and began to push it into him, “There will be a pinching feeling as the wider part passes your ring, then it will stay in.”



He nodded to agree. Taking pity on him, she took the smallest ring off his cock so he could swell slightly, and she fondled him lightly, pushing the plug inside and watching his face. He winced as the plug lodged inside him, but it went in easier than she thought.



The penny dropped, “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”



Adam tried to writhe to no avail, clenching his buttocks, his hands grasping at thin air, “Only playing with my arse, Mistress.”



“Well, I’ll give you some time to get used to it while I deal with G. Oh, and I almost forgot the nasty surprise.” She flicked a switch on the plug and it started vibrating. She watched Adam fight his bindings for several seconds, “Too much? What colour?”



“Green!” he yelled. “It hurts so good, Mistress.”



She laughed as she walked away from him, cleaning her hands off on some wipes. The rings would stop him hardening and coming, the vibrating would stop him going down completely. Plus he would be watching her with Gavin. It was only the start of the torture she had planned.



Gavin was watching her and whimpering.



“Did you like watching that?”



“Yes, Mistress. I wanted to be him, Mistress. I’m so hard.”



She checked his eyes, he was already looking dazed so she made him drink some juice. She undid the buckles around his ultra-engorged cock, checking and squeezed him lightly.



He gasped, “Please put it back on, otherwise I’ll come, I’m so sensitive.”



She murmured, “I should’ve put the cock cage on you, you need to learn restraint. Another time, maybe.” She refastened the buckles and he breathed a sigh of relief.



From the shelves, she picked up another couple of items.



“Seeing as you asked so nicely, I have a little something for you too.”She squirted some lube inside him, inserting her fingers carefully as she did with Adam. He was tighter, he didn’t know how to bear down, to relax, so she cajoled him until she could fit three slim fingers.



“It’s so…different,” he gasped, “but I like it. Thank you, Mistress.”



“Good boy.” She saw his eyes flutter and she kissed him lightly on the shoulder she held up a small piece of glass in front of him, “This is a butt plug. It has a wider part which needs to go past your ring of muscle. I’ll help as much as much as I can, but you have to bear down then relax.”



She covered it in lube and began pressing it inside him. He moaned, his fists clenched. When it came to the wider part, he took a deep breath, and thrust himself back onto the plug. It slipped inside easily and he yelped.



Whack! Whack! She slapped him hard on his buttocks, “Did I tell you to do that? You could’ve hurt yourself!”



“Sorry, Mistress.”



She turned the base, thinking as he huffed. “I’m going to pull it out now.” It slipped out well too. She put it to one side, and picked up a bigger plug. “Ok, we’ll try again.”



He panted as she placed it at his hole, his eyes widening as he realised it was a different, bigger plug.



Gradually, she worked it inside him, until the wider part was left, “Bear down now, and relax.” As he relaxed, she cupped and squeezed his cock with her other hand.



“Arrrgggggghhhh!” The plug slipped inside him and she removed her hands, leaving his hips jerking spasmodically. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod…”



She stood in front of him and wiped down her hands, “What colour are you?”



He couldn’t look at her.



She lifted his chin, “What colour are you?”



“Greengreengreengreengreen,” he breathed.



She left him a few moments and checked him again, giving him a sip of juice. Then, she picked up a paddle, “I still need to punish you. You will count every stroke. Do you understand?”



With his positive response, she laid into his buttocks, and he began to count. She worked in a figure of eight, covering his buttocks until they flushed red. He was twisting and turning within the frame, but his body was meeting her blows, not pulling away from her. He was the most naturally submissive man she’d ever come across, and a real pain slut.



At twenty, she stopped and he whined. She waited until he lifted his head and his eyes cleared, “I wasn’t going to push you that far, but you’re taking it well. Do you want to go up a level?”



He nodded frantically, “Yesyesyesyesyes please, Mistress.”



She smiled, “Good boy.” And returned to the shelves for a few more objects.



He looked surprised as she pressed a metal bell into one of his hands.



“Hold that tight, if you want to stop, drop the bell. I’ll then remove this.” She buckled a ball gag around his face. “Nod for green, shake for amber, drop the bell for red. Lastly, do you know what these are?”



She held up some nipple clamps on a connecting chain and he nodded. “Great.”



His back arched as she screwed them onto his chest, yelling into the gag. She stood back and watched him writhe again; he was a Domme’s idea of submissive perfection.



“What colour are you?” He nodded frantically.



The feelings of power running through her were incredible. Her juices had overflowed her knickers and were running down her legs into her boots. Her breasts were so swollen, the corset felt like it was restricting her, so she pulled the laces undone and let it slip off her. She rubbed her breasts, gazing at her helpless guests.



Gavin wouldn’t be able to take much, without coming, she concluded, which was a shame as he wasn’t far from subspace. Perhaps another time she would teach him some restraint, if he returned. Maybe let him come first. She didn’t know how much more she could take that night either, she would come too without much help. Which left the third in the room.



She checked on Adam, his eyes were dazed and he was whimpering but still watching her and Gavin. She made him drink some fluids, and waited while he swallowed. “Want more juice?”



He shook his head.



“That’s a shame, as you’re getting some.” She stuck her hands down her knickers then smeared her juices all over his face.



He licked at his face, trying to take her inside.



“Good boy.” For the first time, she saw him accept her approval. “Very good boy. That means I can release your cock.”



She used some of her fluids as lube to pull the metal rings off him. His cock swelled up instantly, but he didn’t try to rub against her. He was learning.



“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mistress.” No mockery in his tone this time, just panting.



She fed her fingers into his mouth and allowed him to suck at them one more time before returning to her other victim.



A whip in one hand, a flogger in the other, she circled him. She hit him with the flogger across his buttocks, and around his thighs, decorating them in shades of red and catching the end of the plug. He yelled and nodded before she stopped to check him. She whipped him on his chest a few times, on the clamps and his hips started jerking. Pre-come was oozing down his cock.



Five more fast strikes to his buttocks, a couple to his balls and she knelt down, enclosing his cock in her mouth and sucking him brutally while ripping the leather straps off and yanking off the clamps.



He screamed into the gag as he came into her mouth. As he continued coming, she twisted the plug in his arse, pulling it brutally out and plunging it back in, milking his prostate and forcing more semen out of him. Finally she eased it out and let it drop as his legs gave way.



His head dropped down. She thought he’d passed out, but he was still blinking and murmuring into the gag. She unbuckled it, “Are you ok?”



“Sogoodsogoodsogoodsogoodsogood…”



She guessed that was a yes. Releasing his legs, she wiped him down briefly, wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and released his wrists. He staggered into her arms, leaning on her. She led him over to the mat near Adam’s bench, and let him collapse with her on top.



She hugged him, he needed the contact, then freed herself. She grabbed cake from the shelves and more recovery drink. He still looked confused so she held him a little more, forcing him to eat some cake. “How are you?”



He grinned beatifically, “Green, so very, incredibly, wonderfully green.”



She kissed him gently and let him go; someone else needed her. And she needed him



Adam’s cock was bright red and he was desperately trying to get free to hump against the bench.



She laughed, bent over and turned the vibrating butt plug up and back down. He yelped. She watched him as she stripped off her knickers and boots. “As soon as you make me come, you can come.



He stilled and looked up at her, “Yes, Mistress. I want to make you come. Please?”



“I’m going to sit on your face, do not move unless I tell you.” She unstrapped him from the bench, rubbing at any marks, and flipped him down on the mat. “Colour?”



“Green, Mistress.” His cock was an angry red, verging on purple.



Without further ado, she straddled his head, facing his cock, and mashed herself into his face. He licked furiously at her, sucking her clitoris inside his mouth and lashing it with his tongue. He thrust fingers inside her.



As a reward, she tapped on his cock with her whip and turned up the plug again. He just sucked faster, his concentration on her absolute. She closed her eyes as a massive orgasm built up within, but flicked them back open when she felt a mouth and hand on her breasts.



A blissfully happy Gavin sucked at her, squeezing her other breast. Adam took that moment to gently bite her and thrust at her g spot. Lindsay threw her head back and screamed as waves of pleasure pounded through her. As Gavin rolled away, she subsided onto Adam, licking at his cock.



She saw Adam’s hands go to between his legs, he turned the vibrating plug up to the highest setting and began yanking and twisting it within himself. His other hand squeezed his cock brutally, and he came, splattering her face, groaning in pleasure.

I dreamed of having you in the pillory in our dungeon, naked and exposed for my use. Your riding crop is in my hand as I walk into view. You squirm just a little which I love to see.



“I told you that I’d punish you if I caught you watching naughty videos and masturbating without me again, didn’t?” I asks you sternly.



“Yes Sir, you did,” you say, sounding apologetic, slipping into your role as my sub. “Please, Sir, isn’t there anything I can do not to be punished?” you bat your eyelashes at me, seductively, sticking your lower lip out in a pout.



I kneel in front of the pillory, lean forward and take the pouty lip between my teeth, nibbling on it gently as I give you a long passionate kiss, reaching up to fondle your breasts, tugging downward on your nipples, making sure that I’m making your pussy extra wet.



You’re moaning into my mouth as I release a breast, retrieve the crop and flick it gently across your pussy, narrowly missing your clit. I bite down on your lower lip as I break the kiss, “You can be such a naughty sub – you’re getting turned on knowing you’re going to get punished.” I hold the crop up in front of your face, showing you how wet it is from just the one flick. “Clean it,” I say, pressing it to your mouth.



You lick your juices from the crop as I stand, stroking your face as I do. I step around behind you, gently tapping along your spine with the crop as I do. Your legs are spread as you know they should be, a small puddle has already started to form between your feet, your pussy glistening. I love how juicy your pussy can get.



I kneel behind you and run my tongue from your very hard clit to your winking asshole, “This is perhaps what you’d prefer?” As you moan your “Yes, please, Sir!”, I strike your right ass cheek with the crop. I love the way your body reacts in surprise, seeing a few more drops of your pussy juice hit the floor.



You squirm and drip more as I deliver a total of ten lashes. Not too many – just enough to excite, entice and arouse you more. When I’m done, I drag my finger across your pussy and rub some of your juices into your gorgeous asshole.



Knowing that it will drive you nuts, I start rubbing my cockhead against your labia, up to your asshole, down briefly against your clit. I do this several times, coating my cockhead with your juices, listening to your moans, admiring your reddened cheeks, loving the site of your now moistened asshole.



Without warning, I thrust fully into your pussy on one of my trips back from your sweet asshole. Pulling your hips back roughly against mine as I do, I hear you gasp and then moan, “Oh thank you, Sir!”



“This fuck is for me as part of your punishment. If you cum you WILL be punished,” and with that, I swat both your ass cheeks with my bare hands. “Do you understand, my sweet little wench?”



“Y-y-y-yes, Sir,” you stammer as I begin to slowly slide my cock in and out of you deeply. Reaching under you, I take both breasts in my hands, kneading them with your nipples being rubbed by my palms as I do. As they harden, I take them between thumbs and forefingers, tugging and twisting them. You moan again as I do this and as I press my shaven crotch against your ass, grinding my hips into your ass, my cock twitching inside of you, relishing it’s job of having you.



“You are so damn naughty. I can feel some of your pussy juice already running down my legs.” and I can. “Perhaps I’ll make your punishment last a long time…” saying that, I slide one hand down to start rubbing your clit, still playing with one breast and thrusting harder in and out of your gloriously hot wet pussy.



“No ooooh… Please, Sir! Please may I cum?!” you cry out as my playing with your tit and clit as I fuck you begins to take its toll on your senses. I know your face and body well and can tell you’re about to cum. I can see it in your eyes in the mirror.



II take your clit and nipple between my two sets of fingers, pinching them harder, rolling them, tugging on them. Your breathing tells me just a little more… Once again I push in deep and grind my hips into your ass, sliding my hand from your tit back to rub your asshole, rubbing your clit extra hard one more time…



I see the look of pleasure in your face and feel your pussy start to convulse around my cock as you cum hard, your juices flooding around my cock, coating my balls, your thighs and even mine. “I warned you!” I exclaim as I pull my cock out at the pinnacle of your orgasm, thrusting it into your ass without warning.



“ooooOOOOooooh!” you scream as I start fucking your ass even harder than I was just fucking your pussy. Your eyes pop open, looking surprised, before clenching shut in both pain and pleasure. I can feel your pussy causing your ass to convulse too as I take it hard, lubed with only my precum and your pussy juices.



I thrust hard and deep several times, your orgasm still shaking your body, exquisite feelings play across your face in the mirror, my fingers now digging into your hips as I support you and pound your ass.



Your eyes open in the mirror, gazing into mine. I can see it in your eyes as you plead softly, “Please, Sir. Please cum in my ass. Please cum in YOUR ass?” You’ve learned your lesson…



I thrust a few more times, my cock swelling, my balls tightening as they slap against you pussy. “Ngh…ngh…ngh… Oh god, yes!” I exclaim as I begin to empty my balls into your sweet ass. “oooooh…!” you moan as a second wave of your orgasm takes over, your ass now milking my cock of all it has left.



I pull out of you, my cock almost completely limp now. A small trickle of cum escapes, starting to run down over your pussy. The greedy eager-to-please sub within me takes over for a few seconds as I kneel briefly, licking that trickle from your pussy lips, flicking my tongue across and into your gaping ass as it starts to close.



I support your body as I release you from the pillory, help you to the bed with all its restraints that is also here in our play space, our dungeon. I take my place beside and behind you, wrapping my arms around you protectively and lovingly.



I kiss your neck, your cheek and your ear. “I love you.” You smile, pulling my arms about you tighter, “I love you too.”



We sleep for a bit, then awaken with a few kisses. We grab a nice hot soothing shower. I’m extra gentle as I wash your ass. We’re equal again, lovers enjoying each other as we rinse away the sweat and cum.



We towel each other dry before starting to climb the stairs. As a gentleman, I let you go first as my lady. As your lover, I hungrily watch your naked ass as you ascend ahead of me. I could easily lean forward and kiss that gorgeous ass – maybe give it a nip…



We climb into our bed for what’s left of the night…



I awaken to the sound of the garbage truck driving past our home, “Shit! I forgot to set out the trash!” I sit up in the bed.



“I know,” you say from the doorway, grinning from ear to ear. You’re wearing your corset, your strap-on, your fishnets. “What have I told you about forgetting to do that?” you ask sternly, an evil smirk barely hidden on your face. You slap the crop against your palm to keep my mind from wandering as I take in the site before me.



“Now, get your ass downstairs and assume the position!”



“Yes, Ma’am!” I hurry past you to comply to with your command. You intentionally don’t quite move completely out of the way as your cock brushes against my hip as I pass. I feel the sting of the crop just before I get out of its reach.



“And wipe that smirk off your face before I get down there!” you shout at my back. “I’ll be right down after I switch dildoes!”



The smirk on my face fades knowing you have both smaller and larger. Uh oh…. Did I make You mad? Which will it be? Some days, switching with you can be fun. Some days, they can be painful. Out of your sight briefly, I smile a knowing smile. Even on those days, it can be fun.

…And just the beginning it was. As the months moved forward, Layla and I had been spending a lot more time together. Living around the corner from each other made it much easier to slip away. We worked out a few times a week, went shopping together, saw movies and enjoyed dinners. Both of us had wanted another intense encounter but working it around certain schedules made it hard. It had happened by chance that a weekend presented itself and I was able to have Layla spend it with me.



At 5:30 on a Friday, my doorbell rang and my heart started to race. I knew that it was Layla coming to spend an entire weekend in my lair. I buzzed her in and opened the door to see my favorite brick shithouse was standing there sporting 4 inch fuck me pumps, a short black dress with the zipper strategically placed running down the front, hair tied up neatly into a bun, holding a bottle of my favorite wine. I took the bottle of wine from her hand and escorted her into my living room, but not before locking lips. I could feel my body react to her, my clit already hardening at the very sight and slightest touch of her.



I showed Layla to my couch and offered her a seat. I chilled the bottle of wine but in the meantime, made her an overly strong cherry vodka and diet coke on the rocks. I wanted her loose, her inhibitions thrown to the wind. I sat down beside her, drink in hand, gazing at her stunning body. I could feel myself repeatedly licking and biting my lip. It took all my effort to not throw her down on the couch and ravish her right there.



Layla reached into her purse and pulled out a small black container. She opened it to reveal some of the best smelling marijuana I had ever come across and rolling papers. “Do you mind?” she asked me. I shook my head and watched as she rolled a thick blunt. I leaned forward and grabbed the lighter off the coffee table and handed it to her. I couldn’t help but stare as she placed the tip in her mouth and lit the end. Her lips gently wrapped around the end made my nipples erect. She took in a deep breath, blew an “O” shaped ring out her mouth, then handed me the joint.



“I should probably let you know now that smoking this shit makes me hornier than all shit,” I choked out as the puff of smoke left my mouth. “That’s kinda the idea,” Layla replied sarcastically. We sat back on the couch passing the ganja back and forth, giggling at the stupidest of things on the television. I could tell we were both more than a little lit.



“Come with me,” I said. “I want to show you something.”



Layla leaned forward to assist in balancing herself as she stood and I noticed that she was not wearing panties. I smirked as I walked ahead of her towards the back of the apartment. I told her to stand at the door with her eyes closed while I ducked into the second bedroom for my first surprise. I peeked my head out to make sure her eyes were closed then slipped back out and asked her to squat down for a moment.



I stood behind her, kissing on the back of her neck, from one side to the other. My teeth grabbed the bottom of her left earlobe and gnawed on it for a moment. As she lost herself in the moment, I put the blindfold over her eyes and tied it tightly behind her head. I helped her to her feet, and then reached around her to open the door. I placed one hand on the small of her back and guided her into the room.



The room was cold and dressed so scantily that I watched her skin get tiny goose bumps. I left her standing in the middle of the room and walked to the lamp to flip the switch. I then went back to her and pushed her back towards the wall. Her body trembled not knowing where we were or what I was about to do to her.



“Raise your hands,” I demanded. I watched as she lifted them above her head. Her dress scooted up her thighs and I could see her pussy peeking out from the bottom of the hemline. I stepped up on a stool, grabbed her hands, and bound them with the leather restraints attached to the wall. After making sure they were secure, I quickly undressed and put on my leather dress with the breasts cut out, then stepped on the stool again so that my tits were in her face.



“Open your mouth, whore!” I shouted. Layla opened her mouth and I stuck my left breast into her mouth. I moaned loudly as she sucked hard, paying special attention to my nipples. I pulled it out then placed the other in her mouth and again she sucked on it. I ran my hand down the front of her dress very, very slowly and as I reached her pussy, I could feel the heat warming my fingers.



Stepping down, I moved the stool to the side and pressed Layla’s legs open. I took my time locking each ankle into its cuff. I reached for the zipper and slowly moved it down, revealing her soft skin. Not only had she not worn panties, she had no bra on either. I admired her stacked body before pushing the sides of the dress out of my way. My mouth watered as I watched her squirm just a little. I walked to the table, took the lighter out of the drawer, and lit the three candles sitting atop the unit.



“You’re a fucking dirty whore,” I said. “And dirty whores pay the price!”



I reached for the whip and stepped to her swiftly. I lifted my hand steady in the air then struck her thighs once, twice, three times. Her white skin turned red with each lashing and I could see that she desperately wanted to stop me by pushing me back only she couldn’t thanks to the straps holding her wrists. I dropped the whip on the floor and slid my tongue over the red marks on her legs working from the outside in towards her smooth kitty. Layla moaned louder and louder as my tongue came closer to her inner thigh.



I stood up and grabbed one of the candles which had accumulated a fair amount of wax drippings. I tipped the candle so the waxed slowly dripped down its body then cascaded onto her tit. Layla squealed as it ran down the top, over her nipple, and onto the floor. She bit her lip hard as I repeated the actions on her other breast. The wax clung to her nipples forming perfect little molds. I dropped back to my knees so that I was face level with her cunt and slowly and deliberately traced the outer fold before dipping it inside her. Layla jumped as my tongue poked in and out, faster then slower, faster, faster, faster. Her juices sloshed on my tongue as I lapped at her mound.



“Oh, oh, oh mistress,” she gasped.



“Shut the fuck up,” I snapped at her. “You speak when I tell you too!”



“Yes ma’am,” she quivered.



I started towards the hide-a-bench and lifted the lid. Finding the purple rope, I smiled to myself. I crossed back to Layla and lifted one breast, sliding the rope underneath, looping around twice then moving to the other and doing the same. I pulled the rope tight so her tits were bound hard then proceeded to use my middle finger and thumb to flick her nipples. I watched in amazement as her breasts changed color, her nipples becoming larger and larger. My lips parted just enough to take her nipple in my mouth and began to suck softly on them. Her head tilted back and she moaned as I sucked harder and harder then moved to the opposite one. Nervous that the ropes might be too tight, I loosened them just enough so that her tits regained their normal color but was tight enough to provide her pleasure.



Back to the magic box of hidden treasures I went looking for my next pleasure provider. Deep inside I found my Hitachi wand and my satin bag-o-tricks. Turning the wand on, I walked back to my bound slut and placed the head against her skin. Her hips began to twitch and wiggle as I pressed harder against her silky smooth pussy. Her tits heaved up and down harder and faster with every second that passed.



“Are you going to cum?” I inquired.



“No, ma’am, not yet,” she replied.



“Good, cuz I’m not done with you yet!” I snickered.



Pulling the wand back and turning it off, I stood up and reached for the stool. I climbed on top and released Layla’s hands, the moved to her ankles and let them free. I removed her dress, tossing it on the ground. Pushing her to the ground, I grabbed the collar and leash off the dresser, and placed it on her neck. Using the leash, I guided her to the bed in the middle of the room and hiked my dress up over my ass to reveal my pussy. I sat back on the bed and brought her body between my legs.



Holding the leash in my mouth, my hands caressed her skin softly. They worked their way towards her breasts and removed the ropes. Each hand cupped her mountain, fingers wandering over her perky nipples. I gave them a squeeze before moving further south. Wrapping my legs around her waist to keep Layla in place, I leaned forward and gave her bare ass a good, hard smack. Her body thrust forward against mine as I spanked it again.



I lay back on the bed, propping my ass up on a pillow. I gave the leash a little tug, letting her know it was ok for her to climb up as well. Spreading my legs, I could feel the juice from my pussy dripping onto the lips. I reached up, grabbed Layla’s head and shoved it face down into my cunt.



“Lick it!” I yelled loudly as I held her face into me.



I felt her tongue dive into my deep, dark hole, plunging it and out as if it were a cock. It would stop for just a moment, and then dive back in, causing me to thrust up on her perfect face. Layla pulled her face back to gasp for a breath but was shoved back to my mound. Working my hips, I pumped and down on her tongue, oozing juices as she licked away. I felt her nails dig up my inner thigh and could not help buy moan in ecstasy. I felt her fingers part my lips as her tongue moved to what I could only call my rock hard clit. I jumped as she slid two fingers inside me, filling my hole. When two became three, her tongue sucking, licking, circling my clit, it took every ounce of me not to cum in her mouth. I reached back down and yanked her face up, admiring my juices dripping down her chin.



“Lay face down on the bed,” I commanded.



Layla did as she was told, lying face down across the width of the bed. I disrobed from my dress and slid into my leather-bound strap on. I walked to the side of the bed where her face hung over slightly, removed her collar and leash. I checked to make sure the blindfold was still nice and tight and that she could not see a damn thing. With her face down, I squeezed her cheeks, prying her mouth open.



I leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “I hope you’re ready to gag.”



Before she could say anything, I thrust the cock deep into her mouth. I felt it hit the back of her throat and could hear her making little gagging noises. Her hands moved forward and touched my thighs, gently pushing back on them. With that, I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my police issued cuffs. I pulled the cock out of her mouth just enough so that she could breathe and leaned forward, grabbed her hands and cuffed them behind her back. No whore of mine was pushing me out of her mouth! I lifted Layla’s head and slid the cock back in her mouth, pumping it in and out.



“You like that, don’t you?” I said.



Layla’s head shook from side to side.



I reached forward between her legs, slid my finger up her slit and into her pussy, pulling my finger back covered with juices. “Yes, you do! Your pussy is dripping wet you little slut!”



I rammed the cock back into her mouth, holding her mouth open with one hand. Using my free hand, I lifted the blindfold just enough to see her beautiful eyes watering from the abuse and laughed. I put the blindfold back over her eyes and pulled out of her mouth. I walked around the bed and climbed up behind her sweet ass. My lips pressed against her lower back, kissing their way down, over one ass cheek and then the other.



I grasped her hips and pulled her to all fours. My hand reached around and grabbed her left tit, squeezing it hard, the other hand steadying the cock as it slid into her pussy. Once inside, my hands moved to either side of her hips, guiding them back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. I pumped deep making sure that the head of the cock pressed against her g spot. It didn’t take long before Layla was thrusting herself back and forth on my hard rod. I placed my hand in the small of her back and she dipped down then thrust up over and over again.



It was time for a little treat for my favorite whore and I reached underneath a pillow and grabbed my anal beads. Holding Layla still, I spread her ass and spit on her hole, the only source of lube she would get from me. I pushed the tip of the medium sized beads into her asshole and she grunted hard. I watched as one bead disappeared, then a second, third, and fourth. Tucking the battery pack between the strap on and my skin, I flipped the switch to low and pulled the beads in and out slowly. I jammed the cock deep inside her cunt as I turned the beads to high. Layla’s whole body contorted as she was rammed. I reached under to feel her clit. It was swollen and full and ready to burst, just like Layla.



I pushed her head forward into the mattress, lifting her ass a little higher, giving me an angle to go as deep as I could possibly have gone. I watched as her perfect, tight ass, milked the beads, her pussy milking the cock. She fought me, trying to push her head up, but I kept her face down, allowing her to turn it to the side so that I could hear her screams of delight. My thumb and forefinger flicked her clit, then circled it slowly and in that moment I started to feel her release. I pulled the cock out of her pussy and pushed the beads all the way into her ass as a gush of cum poured from inside her. It was as if the dam had broken and a river broke through. Layla screamed, “Ohhhhhhhhh fuck!” at the top of her lungs.



The beads pushed out of her ass with her gush of cum and I ran two fingers up her slit then put them in my mouth. She tasted like candy, sweet, sweet candy. I slid my hand up her back, over her neck to remove the blindfold. I scooted off the bed and offered Layla a towel to pat herself with. I stood there staring at how beautiful she looked. When she was dried off, I handed her a robe and ushered her back to the couch where we had started this adventure. I poured her another drink and sat beside her. Her hair had fallen from the bun it had been in hours earlier and I ran my fingers through it slowly. Giving it a little tug and pulling her closer to me, I pressed my lips to hers and said, “You’re an amazing fuck. Don’t be surprised if tomorrow morning you wake up with me straddling your face!”

James and I had been doing more role playing lately as a way for him to get to know his softer side a bit more. Jasmine had been out of the house a few times and I was hopeful that she would be ready to spend more time out together, rather than hiding in the shadows of dark restaurants, then rushing to the car and home. I know James was afraid of being pointed out as a fake. James is thin and with the choices we made passes rather well. She is beautiful, a so very happy when dressed. I so loved having my sister out with me.



Jasmine has been out of the closet for five years now. We just celebrated our fifteenth wedding anniversary, the twins had gone off to MIT, living with my Mother basically. His Mom is a Professor of Space Technology, so we are empty nesters already.



So I was looking for different ways to make Jasmine happy. I found she seemed more sure of herself as my Mistress. Hopeful she might take her pet out to show her off. I have found it very useful to barter my IT skills for favors.



It’s amazing how saving all the info off a crashed hard drive can earn a lot of interesting trades. Like Marguerite a make-up artist that could help Jasmine be the best Dominatrix she could be.



Marguerite had been grateful and spent several hours on perfecting Jasmine’s look. Jasmine had C-cup breasts glued to her chest, a Gaff since she wanted to be able to get her large clit out to use on her pet if she felt like it, Wrapped in a satin corset bringing her waist to twenty seven inches. Added thirty inch hair extensions to her dark red hair, curls keeping it from getting past the middle of her back. Black leather boots with a 4 inch heel. Black leather gloves to the elbow and Black leather dress to finish off her Dominatrix outfit. The black leather dress came down to her knees and with zippers that showed plenty of cleavage and the top of her black thigh high stockings.



Then she even found a nice little red club dress matching wist/ankle cuffs, bright red knee ballet boots with a seven inch heel for Mistress Jasmine’s pet. A red collar was added, that indicated this slut belonged to Mistress Jasmine. Dressed as we were Mistress was so very easy to talk into going to a dungeon this slut had learned about.



We arrived at the Dungeon, Mistress Jasmine’s phone rang. This one was sure our plans were about to be canceled. We had just reached the entrance after walking across the parking lot. James answered “Hi , what’s going on? Des and I are on a date.”



Well that was promising, so this slut waited patiently. “Of course I know where are car is we just parked it, I can see it from here.”



Now that was confusing, then this one saw Mistress Jasmine blush, “Um yeah, that’s Des and I in the red and black, please Roger don’t spread this around, I am dressed as a woman, Call me Jasmine, right now Mistress Jasmine.”



Now this slut think we are not going to have fun as Mistress is pulling me back towards the car. “Mistress Please, Mistress promised.”



“Not now Des, Rog said he’d meet us by the car. Sure Rog see you in a few takes awhile to cover that much ground in four inch heels.” This one remembered that Roger was with one of the alphabet agencies.



As we got close this one noticed that the Front drivers side tire was down. “Oh pet, I’m glad I noticed we had a flat before we went in, must have picked up a nail on the way here.” I’ll just call our road service and we won’t have to wait when we are leaving.”



“Rog, I have to go, Need to call the ‘Road Service’.” So Mistress put a pillow down for her slut to kneel on and this slut sort of tune out going to ‘sub space’. This slut spent some of the time walking in the Myst making sure this slut had my batteries recharged.



Felt a sharp pain in my ears, brought me out of the Myst just as the Goddess was sending, {Jasmine will be fine and you will be tested…}



And back in the waking world. “Hey ask first….”



he Woman with the earring gun shushes me, “Just be quiet SLUT. Just giving you some Jewelry that will help you get in with the group you will be helping us bust up.” She then punches two more holes on the top of my ear, great an ear cuff.



That was not so bad but there in the parking lot she pulls my dress up over my head leaving me in just the stay-up stockings, shoes and collar. The Bitch pulls pulls me to my feet holding me from behind.



Two others step in front and quickly pierce my nipples, shoving bars the thickness of a triple ‘A’ batteries through them, this slut howled in pain, “James HELP ME.” my pussy(I guess this slut should call it cunt) betrayed me gushing as this slut shuddered in pain and ecstasy.



Jasmine/James came rushing over, What the hell do you think your doing to MY WIFE?” and Roger is fuming as well.



Roger squared up in front of the Bitch, “Your close to being dismissed from the agency, these are civilian volunteers. What the Hell possessed you to do this without her permission?”



The bitch replied, “Her? it’s just That thing’s slut, so we treated it as such.”



Jasmine stepped up to her, “She is My wife and you and whatever agency employed you are going to be paying for a long time. Roger if she is not taken into custody now we walk and I will make a Public statement about the brutality of several Alphabet Agencies including the one you belong too.”



The two that had helped the Bitch in piercing me took her shoulders and cuffed her quickly, she was soon on face down on the ground this slut saw the piercing gun she had used on my ears Grabbed four of the golden locks left on the gun and pierced both her ears twice with these locks



“NO I am not a slave like You, not some slut plaything you have ruined me.” she broke down sobbing.



“Des that wasn’t right…” Started Jasmine.



“She gave me these cuffs and locks on my ears, then STRIPPED me in public, and had these Bars pushed in my nipples hooked with these chains running from these large locks and long chains that look like she had plans for three more piercings. Not right, but I went easy on her.” My body quivered and this slut spurted 3 times in succession, collapsing and shuddering on the ground.



~~~~~~~~



I woke sitting in the front seat of Jasmines Audi, dressed in the red club dress, the Nipple piercings and chain obvious. “Des if you wish we can go home and we will have someone come in and remove these things as they were cold soldered for permanence.”



My body shuddered again, “No Mistress, your slut is enjoying them even though it was not by Mistresses design. We had agreed to this play time today so may we please continue Mistress.”



This one looked at her nipples almost punching through the dress, they seemed bigger round and were definitely longer, and felt so electrically charged putting this one so close to the edge. “Mistress um please check your slut’s breasts please? As this dress feels much tighter on top.” It did feel as if it would burst the seams soon.



“Oh dear, What else was done?, her breasts have increased at least two cup sizes!” Jasmine inquired urgently.



Agent one looked abashedly, “Um, Ma’am there were growth nanites as part of the piercing sorry Ma’am, part of Bee’s research for the tech side Ma’am.”



She put on dark glasses and looked to be typing on air. “Oh Miss so sorry it says they were set for doubling the present size.” Agent One reached into her pocket and plugged something into her glasses.



She unplugged after a bit took her glasses off, and inquired, “Miss, may I use this device to neutralize the nanites?, it will also collect data so that I can make a reduction nanite set for you once these are inert.”



this slut moaned, “Yes Please do so, thank you Agent ah…”



“Tech-Agent Ivy Miss.” as she touched both breasts with the device. Still the dresses seems ripped soon after and this slut was somewhere round a ‘F’ in breast size though they seemed to have stabilized. Much better than this slut ending up with an ‘I’ or ‘J’ Cup set. Much later this slut was to find out the piercing jewelry was GPS tracker transmitter and batteries.



Jasmine filled me in on what we were being tasked to do, get invited to a Gorean party at a Slave rings compound. Then see if we can locate any of the agents sent in before. Jas said she was only doing it for Roj as they had been friends since grade school. Considering he came over once a month and had almost as nice a cock as my Beloved Jas this slut approved of helping him.



Once we finally got inside Mistress Jas was really having fun In four inch healed boots she stood in at six feet two inches. This one had garnered much attention, totally exposed as the dress was trashed once inside, and dripping wet. All this slut had on was the collar, Jewelry, stockings and over the knee ballet boots with a seven inch heel.



Mistress was kind and flogged her slut while strapped to a cross, then a wheel and finally over a sex bench. Mistresses slut rather enjoyed the pain.



Mistress Jasmine was enjoying the looks she got as well. She was having fun training Her slut properly. Found out Mistresses slut had a bit of kink in me as well as she placed me on several devices.



Mistress was approached by a gentleman, “Your girl is something special, as is her Owner, a Free-woman, that’s even more stunning.”



Jasmine was stunned when he kissed her passionately, but recovered. “Thank you, and yes my girl is very special.”



That was about all her slut heard as Mistress had just finished strapping me to a bench.



Dungeon worker came by, with a sign Sex Slut for use. An announcement was made, “SEX SLUT, available in South west dungeon first cum (he he) fist served three boxes of condoms only.”



This Slut was surprised when it found it was there to be used as a sex toy, soon this slut was being filled from both ends. The o-ring in my mouth was so uncomfortable stretching my mouth as wide as possible. They lined up fast and soon this slut had a cock in my mouth and stuffed in my cunt this slut was spurting and moaning as they kept switching out and dumping the used condoms on this sluts back.



About 6 orgasms later felt a tube empty in my ass. The angle of the bench was changed all three holes came into usable availability. This sluts ass was slammed into making it screech around the cock fucking its throat. Another cock thrust into the cunt, the climaxes came so fast. Almost a continuous squirt as they fucked this slut hard. The sluts body shuddering hard. After four or five change outs the slut lost track of time as the orgasms and sex organs blurred.



They went through five boxes of condoms, which were emptied on this slut. Figured out they had restocked, when Mistress was releasing her slut. If this slut had not been a nymph since age twelve it could have really changed the slut.



Mistress and the gentleman returned, he unzipped and stuffed his cock in this slut’s mouth as so many others had, but with no condom, this slut groaned worriedly. Mistress Jasmine smiled, “Well, it was interesting meeting you Talon we are leaving now though.”



Mistress undid the straps as her slut finished sucking Talon to climax. He shot his load, painting the sluts face. Talon turned as we moved past, “Well please accept an invitation to our Gorean holiday weekend.”



Talon held out an envelope to Mistress, She looked at Talon as he leered at her and seemed to covet me. Mistresses slut was a tad distressed thinking this was already out of hand. Mistress took the invitation, “That may be an interesting weekend, good night Talon.”



Mistress did not clean her slut, nor did she dress her slut on the way out as we left. Mistresses slut should have used the safe phrase. Even though this slut was humiliated this slut loved it.



In the car it seemed Jasmine was back, “Goddess did he make you cream Des, I did, oh how close I came to bowing to him. That would have been bad right?”



This slut was shocked, but not enough to leave sub-space, “Yes Mistress to both questions, maybe Mistress should pass on the Gorean Holiday.” this slut could not take back it’s position of wife, why was this slut so lost in the role.



Mistresses slut was hopeful that James would not go overboard, but Jasmine had been a total success. Jasmine had been fawned over by other Dominates and she was attracted to Talon. This slut was wondering if it had put us in peril.



This slut had not expected Mistress to leave it on a sex bench to be used unattended. This slut was pretty sure the sign was Sir Talon’s doing. This slut loved Jasmine and being her slut had this gone to far.



Could this slut step back and become the wife of the unhappy James. Jasmine is so happy and being hers was beyond wonderful. We were in trouble and this slut could not change the course it had programmed.



Mistress Jasmine continued, “Well my little slut you and I are going on a Gorean Holiday next weekend, just need to get My filthy slut a Tattoo to show it’s mine.”



This slut wanted to say ‘NO James, it is too far.’ but said “Yes Mistress, your slut lives to serve Mistress.”



NEXT the Prep and the Holiday

I have had submissive tendencies for a long time, but this was the first time I took active steps to transforming my fantasies into reality. I searched for a dominant woman who could receive me, as anonymously as possible, by buying a magazine which contained several ads of the sort.



Many ads had pictures, but I chose one with no picture, signed “Mistress Abigail” and boy was I lucky to have done so. What drew me to it was the tone and the fact that, as soon as I read it, I knew that she was someone who can be trusted and who understood the kind of needs that men like me have.



I was quite nervous as I called her from a public phone booth and tried to sound casual, saying it was “about the ad”. She spoke slowly in an authoritative but neutral voice, with just a hint of sexiness. She asked me what I was looking for. I vaguely answered that I was hoping for an initiation in the field that she mastered. Then, abruptly, she asked me if I was erect or not. I blushed and looked around anxiously, to check if anyone overheard. But there wasn’t anyone around, so I pulled myself together and admitted that, indeed, the conversation made me erect. Then she started asking more questions, all the way to very personal questions: my weight and height (175 pounds, 6 feet 2 inches), marital status (married), sporting habits (cycling, golf), favorite movie (One flew over the cuckoo’s nest), body marks like piercings or tattoos (none), sexual orientation (straight), number of masturbations per week (5), frequency of intercourse per week (3), experience with anal (fingers), pain tolerance (mild to moderate), personal fetishes (stockings, schoolgirl and office outfits, see-through lingerie, dildos among others), preferred female orifice (vagina) and, finally, previous encounters with a Mistress (none). After the last answer she paused and I had the feeling she smiled at the other end of the line. My cock gave an extra jerk upwards.



Then she asked for an address where she could send me a parcel. I was reluctant, and asked if it was absolutely necessary. Mistress retorted that discussing her instructions was not a part of the contract, and I was to choose on the spot if I preferred to hang up and search for another Domme or I would give her the address and be ready for a worthy punishment when I got to her, to repay for trying to undermine her decisions. That choice was no choice, and I started dictating my work address right away (I was afraid at home my wife would receive it). I swallowed hard and couldn’t believe that I was accumulating punishment even before anything had actually begun. Still, I held my nerve and didn’t dare ask what the punishment would be.



As soon as she put everything down, she just said: “The parcel will contain further instructions. You will follow them exactly. Do not call me again before you receive it. Good bye”. And she hang up without letting me say a word.



One week later, on a Tuesday, just as I was beginning to think that Mistress Abigail forgot about me, and I was wondering whether I should call her in spite of her forbidding me, the parcel arrived. My hands were sweaty and I couldn’t wait to get home and take a look inside. It contained various items like a map with a red mark and the destination address, a black leather hood and a matching collar, a pair of metal cuffs, an enema kit. A small ID-format picture of Mistress Abigail was also there. It only showed her face with a beautiful light-hearted smile, and her hazel-eyes were wonderfully matched by her long amber hair. She looked awfully young, fresh and innocent and didn’t match the somewhat severe voice she had on the phone when I hesitated to give her my address.



The instructions were at the bottom, and read as follows:



- You will arrive on Saturday, at 6 PM sharp. If you are late, whatever your reason is, you will not be allowed to come in



- No sexual activity is allowed during the 72 hours prior to our meeting. That does NOT mean just orgasms, it extends to intercourse with your wife, masturbation and all voluntary contact with your penis or anus other than for hygiene purposes.



- 48 hours before you arrive, take days off from work. Enjoy them. Go fishing or cycling, play golf or do whatever relaxes you. Do NOT just stay indoors, do NOT consume any alcohol, do NOT check your mail and do NOT turn on you computer. Do NOT consult ANY pornographic or sexual-containing material during this time, the alternative to that is looking at my photo and mentally rehearsing your arrival here.



- 9 hours before you arrive, give yourself an enema. Practice at least 3 evacuations. Thoroughly clean the kit and bring it with you.



- 6 hours before you arrive, shave all your body from the neck down. I don’t care what excuse you find for your wife, you must be properly shaved when you arrive here. Pay special attention to your anus, pubis and scrotum. Do not cut yourself. When you have done this, slap your balls thoroughly 20 (twenty) times while standing. Do not sit for at least 10 minutes afterward.



- Of course I cannot verify if you respect all of this or not. If you DO follow the instructions, know that it pleases me and that it is a way for you to fully enjoy the experience that you chose to go through.



- take a pair of the sexiest black thongs from your wife’s wardrobe and buy a second pink pair to offer to your wife as a gift. Bring both of them with you in separate gift bags: pink for the black pair and black for the pink pair.



- go to a sex shop and buy a leather riding crop and a rattan cane. Do NOT buy them via Internet. Don’t bring them into your house overnight, leave them in your car.



- don’t bring any photo or video camera with you.



- When you arrive, you will turn off your mobile phone, leave your car in the parking by the fountain, put on the leather hood before leaving your car, take the parcel and walk to the house. Upon arrival, you will undress fully and put your clothes in the locker outside. You will attach your neck collar, kneel in front of the door and place the cuffs with your hands behind you. I will come and open for you. Do NOT knock.



- don’t worry, no permanent signs or physical harm will be left on your body



- you may feast your eyes on me as much as you want throughout your stay, and I will allow you to touch me at specific times, it is part of your contract. You will not be allowed to penetrate me in any kind. I want it be clear to you that I am a Mistress, not a whore.



- You may only speak when spoken to, and the only expressions allowed are “Yes, Mistress”, “Please, Mistress” and “Thank you, Mistress”. Saying “No” is strictly forbidden. Should you dislike anything, you can use your safeword, which is “strawberry”, at any time with the exception of a certain stage of the session. You will understand about this in due time. Pronouncing your safeword will put an immediate end to the session. In that eventual case, you will be released, you must dress, leave the premises and never try to contact me again.



- If you disagree or not feel ready to follow these instructions, send me back the parcel just as you received it and never try to contact me again. Otherwise, see you on Saturday.



I re-read the instructions several times, trying to learn them and intending to fully obey them. The first thing I wanted to try was the black hood. As I closed the zipper behind my head I felt tranquility and a strange excitement taking over. My heart and my cock were pulsating hard, and after a few minutes, I couldn’t stand the pressure any more. I masturbated while looking at Mistress Abigail’s portrait and recalling in my mind the sound of her voice. As soon as my wife got home, I did my best to get her in the mood for sex, and we enjoyed a good share of it that evening.



Before the 72-hour fasting I was at work. I went to the men’s room and I masturbated silently with my eyes closed, picturing various attractive females that came to the thought, mainly co-workers that I met that day. The last orgasm was about 30 minutes before the deadline.



After that, my lustful thoughts followed me, in spite of the increased sexual activity from previous days. On several occasions I found myself wanting to masturbate again. I glanced at women in the street, I imagined caressing the beautiful tender ass of female trainees or secretaries, and almost fell in the honey trap once. It was one of my female collaborators who came in my office and delighted me with a generous cleavage. I had met this woman before, but it was as if that day, for the first time, I realised exactly just how beautiful her breasts were. I had an erection from the very beginning, and she was doing everything to maintain it. She bent over the desk indicating something on a file. I looked at her finger and fantasized about her hand holding my testicles, then squeezing them lightly, then harder and harder. I squirmed on my chair. She was trying to make a point and I absently agreed without even listening. I just peeped at her chest with the corner of my eye. Her breasts very round and full, shaking lewdly when she moved. She wore a white bra that just barely covered her nipples. Later, she turned to pick something on the floor, and I looked under her skirt as high up her thighs as I could. I found myself wondering when was the last time she had had sex, and if she had any dominant tendencies. The glasses that she was wearing, her terribly-busy- and upset-by-this-point-attitude made me want to kiss her mouth. Fortunately she left before that, throwing me a “thanks”. But the pleasure had been all mine…



On the last day, I left telling my wife I had a meeting in another town for the week-end. She didn’t ask any questions, I do get to travel on business like that regularly. I packed my things (my wife’s underwear included) and took a hotel room where I could prepare undisturbed.



The enema was quite unpleasant, but when I shaved I was incredibly excited and maintained a thorough erection even though I tried to touch my cock as little as possible. I didn’t even TRY to chase away my lustful thoughts. All I could think about was Mistress Abigail inspecting the quality of my job with her fingers, spreading my ass cheeks and feeling my scrotum for any forgotten hairs that may justify a few licks of the riding crop.



I arrived about twenty minutes earlier. I parked the car, put on the leather hood and I tried to walk calmly the one hundred yards that separated the car from the house, but my knees were shaking a bit. The place looked deserted and that reassured my as I was taking off my clothes, but after I clicked the cuffs shut, doubt started to creep up on me. I was completely naked and already displaying a stubborn erection in front of a house I have never been to, and in which I didn’t know what was expecting me. Luckily, in a short while I heard heels clicking and the door opened to an astonishingly beautiful Mistress dressed in fine lingerie. She had her innocent-looking face with a warm smile, and the fresh body of a teenager. Her bra had clipped holes that left visible her caramel-colored nipples. Black stockings drew the attention to her creamy thighs and under a way-too-short schoolgirl’s skirt, her beautiful sex showed completely naked and hair-free. I would have gladly eaten her right then and there.



“You must be Jimmy”, she said.



“Yes, Mistress Abigail”, I answered in a low voice which I didn’t recognize as my own.



“Welcome”, she said.



Mistress Abigail bent forward delighting me further with the sight of her voluptuous and firm breasts. She produced a leash that I thought she would attach to my neck collar. Instead, she connected it to a smaller collar-like device that she tightened around the base of my ball-sack, separating the testicles from the rest of my body. First she pulled on it to make me stand, and then added: “Come in”. I could see the back of her classy outfit, with a crack in the skirt, that left her beautiful pearly ass in plain view. The three days of sexual starving all fell on me at once, and I felt I was going crazy with lust.



She led me to a large living room and attached the loose end of the leash to a chain that was hanging from the ceiling. The total length was too short for me to sit or kneel.



She girlishly said “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back”, and turned on a video with the tape of a man that was down on all fours and was being caned by two beautiful Dominas. His ass was a glowing red already, but he was not restrained. I could see he was struggling to cope with his pain: he was shaking his head, slowly balancing back and forth between strokes and panting viciously, but trying to keep silent. One of the females would shortly massage his genitals once in a while, to encourage him to take more.



My cock instantly became iron-hard and I looked on hypnotized, wondering how it would feel like if I were in that man’s place.



A little later, Mistress Abigail came back, and turned off the video. She had put on my wife’s black pair of underwear.



“Your wife’s size suits me perfectly, Jimmy.”



She took my leash and led me on a staircase that led to the basement, and then through a small door that opened on a fully-equipped pleasure room. It was black and pink, and home to a few chairs, benches and odd-looking stools, a bed, a collection of restraints and pain-inflicting devices. There were also several mirrors.



“There’s no need to be anxious, boy. For the beginning, we will simply feed your imagination a bit.”



“Thank you, Mistress”, was all I could say.



Mistress attached me to one of the chairs, that had a large hole in the seat. I didn’t understand why, until I realized that Mistress was lubricating my anus, and that she inserted something small and round. I didn’t oppose, but the small “something” quickly started to inflate inside me, with the power of Mistress’ fist. I was being thoroughly stretched, and I couldn’t manage to expel the object. She watched my face and she only stopped when I frowned in pain. She waited a few seconds, pumped twice more, and kissed me on the cheek saying:



“You will thank me for this later”.



She then brought in a slave-girl through a different door than the one we used to come in. The girl’s hands were tied behind her back. She was only wearing a black bra and she looked young and fresh. Mistress immobilized her face-up on a high bench, with her knees pulled up and widespread. She lowered her brassier and placed a forceps on each of her nipples. The girl watched as her nipples were being crushed by the bad metal, grimacing and squealing each time and then relaxing as she was getting used to the pain. Mistress placed them in such a way that they not only pinched the tender flesh, but also twisted it when she released the instruments, which hang down on each side of her chest.



Mistress then selected a cane and started to caress the girl with it.



“Girl, you know you deserve this, and you know that it will be painful…”, Mistress said. The victim only whimpered in response. “But after that, if you are good, I will let Carl have fun with you, and that will be enough to wash your humiliation, won’t it?”



“Yes, Mistress”, she said in a scared voice.



“I want you to count them out loud.”



The blows started landing on her beautiful snow-white ass at a steady moderate rhythm, raising welts. The numbers went by, with the voice slowly disintegrating into long grunts. Every three or four turns, Mistress Abigail would voluntarily avoid hitting her victim, placing the blow in the air under her ass. The swooshing sound was identical, however, and the girl anticipated the pain all the same. She still buckled against her bounds and, curiously, I felt she suffered even more on these “skipped” blows. It was on the third such occasion that she started crying, although she had not been hit. The initial sobs evolved into lovely tears and vivid panting. She couldn’t focus on the count anymore, and the suffering showed on her flushed face just as much as on her abused buttocks and upper thighs.



From time to time, Mistress Abigail would pause and comfort the slave-girl by stroking her hair or fondling her abdomen and buckled arms.



Mistress finished with two “skipped” blows that made the girl scream as if they were the most painful of all. By then she was trembling uncontrollably and her face was washed with tears. She was left to cry a little more, and Mistress inserted two fingers in the girl’s vagina.



“I must check to see if you are wet enough, pretty thing”, she said.



Mistress Abigail was pleased with the amount of her lubrication, and took away the forceps. The girl once again squealed as blood invaded her tortured nipples.



Then, Mistress Abigail brought in Carl, who was a strong black man. She caressed his testicles for a while, to make him hard. He had a huge fat member, about 9 inches or more, and he became erect pretty easily looking at the beautiful helpless girl, who fell silent as the bull approached her. She received his meat with a sigh of relief, Mistress Abigail’s hand guiding him inside the wet and slippery orifice.



“Fuck her good, and leave your cum deep inside her, Carl”, Mistress said.



The girl’s tears soon turned to moans of pleasure, as Carl was picking up the pace. She was savoring the sensations that spread from her sex through the entire body. Mistress Abigail came to sit on one of my knees. She put an arm around my shoulders and started to whisper as we were both enjoying the show.



“Is your ass plug less uncomfortable now, Jimmy?”



“Yes, Mistress”, I admitted.



Therefore she smiled and proceeded to inflating it even further, until it became uncomfortable again.



“Do you like what you see, Jimmy?”, she asked.



“Yes, Mistress”, I answered with a dry throat.



“I knew you would, boy. You see, this slave-girl is well trained. She knows that satisfaction must be earned, that’s why she accepts all that pleases me. You must learn that too, Jimmy.”



Carl was giving the girl a rough ride, using her body as a plaything to satisfy himself. The slave-girl seemed to like it nonetheless. When the intercourse became too monotonous, my attention drifted to Mistress’ presence. She was wearing a flowery fragrance that made me desperately wanted to kiss her skin, but I knew better than to jump at the occasion. Her legs were perfectly shaped all the way up to the feminine pubis, now hidden by my wife’s lingerie. The breasts, seen from such close range, looked lovingly lazy and inviting and her nipples were obscenely pricking the air with each breath. Her neck, young and slender was radiating warmth and must have been heaven to nibble on. But her best asset was the beautiful innocent face, expressing joy and vague satisfaction.



She wore very little makeup and a natural-colored lipstick, that rendered her lovely mouth even more suitable for a kiss. I don’t know whether she caught me looking or if she guessed my thought, but she kissed my lips on the spot, an giggled girlishly afterwards, pushing my desires out of their bounds.



After that, we heard Carl and the girl screaming together in the middle of their sexual discharge. Carl casually pulled out and left, while Mistress Abigail hurried to her feet, released me from the chair and lead me by the leash to the slave-girl. It was awkward walking with the anal plug.



“You know what would please me now, Jimmy?…You cleaning my slave-girl with your mouth. Go on, boy!”, she said, pulling me closer to the freshly fucked pussy. I was so excited that I would have done anything she asked me, so I didn’t hesitate and started licking from below her slit, where globs of cum were dripping regularly. The taste made me want more, and I earnestly lapped and chewed at the girl’s genitals. She was watching me with a mocking and satisfied look, as Mistress scooped out more cum with her fingers from deep inside her vagina, and fed it to me.

“That’s enough”, Mistress said after a few minutes, and pulled me away from the sweet spot.



She immobilized me face-down on one of the stools with multiple leather belts. My ass was exposed and my erect cock was far from anything that could touch it. Mistress brought the stool in a position where I was just inches away from the pussy I just cleaned. I could feel its smell, and not being able to reach for it drove me insane. Mistress put the previously used cane between the girl’s teeth, so she can’t talk to me, and then addressed me with another one of her killer smiles:



“I will make you remember this thong of your wife’s for a long-long time, Jimmy boy…”



She went to get an odd-shaped dildo that she buckled in front of me. It was curved, with one end inserted in her beautiful sex and a black shaft destined for my ass.



“It’s not only girls that get fucked here, Jimmy. That wouldn’t be fare, would it?”, Mistress said. “Oh, and don’t worry, I made sure your cock is in no danger of getting stimulated”, she giggled.



The penis-shaped part shocked me by its sheer size, because it was easily as big as Carl’s cock. I dreaded its size, but at I was curious to try the sensations it could give me. I also wanted to make Mistress Abigail proud.



“Jimmy, meet the Invader! Invader, this is Jimmy”, she said.



“Would you like it dry or rather lubricate it a little, Jimmy?”, she teased me while rubbing its heavy head on my cheek.



I opened my mouth, but only the head fitted in, and I tried to depose as much saliva on it as I could.



“OK, I’ll be nice to you and put one some lube jelly this time, boy”, Mistress added and went to my back.



She quickly deflated and removed the anal plug, before placing the Invader’s head on my gaped anus. The head passed quickly, and then she pushed in gently, one inch at a time. As she was taking away my virginity, Mistress Abigail soothed the pain by saying things like “There, there, boy…Take it aaaaall the way in…Thaaat’s it, Jimmy…”. It filled me and stretched me slightly more than the plug and I felt it push and rub against my secretion-loaded prostate and the walls of my insides. Mistress had been right, I thanked her for having used the inflatable plug on me first, otherwise I never could have accommodated the large instrument.



When it went all the way in, Mistress congratulated me:



“Well done, Jimmy…”



She then started punishing me methodically with it. I could tell by the sexy sounds that she was enjoying herself. Mistress’ little cries of excitement aroused me further and further. I squirmed, but there was no way of contributing to the stimulation, or approaching the sex that was on display just before my eyes and mouth. I felt like crying with frustration, and I didn’t care anymore that the slave-girl was watching, smiling at my predicament.



Mistress teased me by reminding me of her:



“Do you like my slave-girl, Jimmy? Would you have liked to be in Carl’s place? To feel her soft pussy, and empty your heavy testicles inside it, boy? Ha, boy? Would you have enjoyed that, boy?”



She fucked me earnestly, caressing my back. After a while she started to slap my ass. She also made short pauses when she slid her hand under me, and took my balls in the palm of her hand, squeezing them mercilessly. That excited me more and more, and I felt my orgasm building up.



“Ooouuh, you’re a little pain slut, aren’t you, Jimmy?”



I only managed to grunt and another jolt of pain gave a peculiar turn to my “Yes, Mistress”.



As soon as I caught a glimpse of the orgasm, I went chasing after it and in a few minutes I managed to pass really close. Mistress sensed it, and slowed down her rythm, triggering a feeling of despair in me. She laughed in response.



“Oh boy, you must be soooooo horny, Jimmy. Do you want me to pull out and let you swallow your frustration, boy?”



I didn’t answer, and I was seriously considering the use of my safeword, but her next line gave me a hint of hope:



“Or do you want me to carry on, boy?”



“Please, Mistress”



“Will you be a good boy and wait until I tell you to cum, Jimmy?”



“Yes, Mistress… Please, Mistress.”



She kept on torturing me in this sweet and unbelievable way for a long time. My raped anus felt raw, but stopping was the last thing on my mind. She came unexpectedly, brutally pushing the monster inside me several times. Then, finally, she bent forward and I could feel her warm breasts on my back while she said:



“Remember your insolence on the phone the other day, Jimmy?” I couldn’t believe she was bringing that up right then…”You owe me ten strokes with the cane for it, boy!”, she threatened me and quickly pulled out leaving me in a puddle of sweat and tension. My sore ass was gaping and I was pushing back searching for a little stimulation, anything…It came in the form of sharp pain from the cane in Mistress Abigail’s beautiful hand.



She gave me the ten licks in succession, hitting me hard. It stung like hell, but I was so excited that it spread through my pelvis and echoed in my cock. I badly needed her to come back and fuck me some more. Luckily, she did.



“Make me proud and cum for me, Jimmy!”, she said as the Invader penetrated me once again.



I galloped for it, panting desperately.



“I know your cock must be hungry for a touch, but you have no choice but to cum, boy” she added giggling while she continued to punish me cruelly with the large torture tool.



I started to grunt and to ejaculate my first load of the day, but the convulsions of my orgasm were stifled by the strong leather restraints. I blushed when I came back to my senses and realized once again the slave-girl had witnessed the whole scene.







Mistress let me recover for a few minutes. She released the girl and led her out of the room. As she stood up I could see more cum pouring out and trickling down the insides of her thighs. Then Mistress returned and stood in front of me without saying anything. Her pubis was right in front of my face, but she kept her skin just two or three inches away. The orgasm had not been enough to satisfy all of my lust. The divine smell and the sight of her beautiful sex, with the slightly parted and moist labia was heading me straight back to torment.



After a minute, she got closer and commenced rubbing herself on my face, pulling me by the ring on top of the hood. She smeared her juices on my nose and obscenely pressed her clitoris against me without saying a thing.



When she was sure to have got me in the mood again, she released me from my bonds and pulled on my testicle-collar to make me stand. Walking once again was awkward business. She led me, not far, in a corner where an odd-looking latex sheet layed down. It was larger than a man, stretched by a rectangular metal frame. Mistress told me to lay on it face up, which I did. She then covered me with another, similar sheet, which had two holes: a small one just above my mouth, and a larger one above my cock. She wrapped me carefully in it, covering my eyes, ears and nose.



“You didn’t say you suffer from claustrophobia, so I thought of this little game, Jimmy. Just relax and play along, you’ll like it!”



She inserted an inflatable gag with a tube that allowed me to breath, but didn’t allow me to speak. Mistress then pulled my genitals, the still-erect cock and my testicles, out through the larger opening. The rest of my body was neatly wrapped between the two latex sheaths. I then heard a small engine working, and I realized it must have been a vacuum pump, because the sheath was beginning to stick to my skin, coating it with an outer layer of latex which also immobilized me completely. I started to panic a bit, but Mistress was there to reassure me:



“Shht..shhh, boy. Just relax. Don’t be afraid. You’re missing out on a great submissive experience if you’re afraid, Jimmy”. The noise stopped, and I heard Mistress’ heels going away, then two pairs of heels approaching. I didn’t know what this meant.



“Jimmy, meet Fifi. Fifi, this is Jimmy.”



Fifi didn’t say anything. She turned out to be my fuck partner. She casually sat on top of my cock and started taking it in. Needless to say, her pussy felt great. She was very wet. She found a pleasant rhythm and she kept it. I understood why Mistress said I wouldn’t need my safeword: I hoped it would never stop.



The two must have concocted some sort of scenario before. The woman didn’t make any sound (I don’t know whether she was gagged or just instructed not to express herself). She fucked me silently and as much as I could tell she didn’t enjoy an orgasm while she fucked me. Mistress was talking to me, saying things like: “I know you like her, boy, but don’t cum yet!”, “Your cock must be very hungry right now, but you will not release yourself until I tell you to!”. From time to time, Mistress Abigail would expertly put her hand between us, and squeeze my testicles, sometimes mildly and rolling them in her palm, sometimes firmly and holding them while I squirmed in a delightful mixture of pain and pleasure. It was such a sweet torture that I actively and gladly cooperated to prolong my frustration. I let her know through muffled moans when I was getting too close, and then the other woman would suddenly stop and raise herself from my cock, leaving me crazy with hunger for her. Mistress would grab the base of my cock to hold it still and she would slap my swollen and sensitive glans with just her fingers, sending streams of pain through my member. It was a deep and “unpleasant” pain, quite different from the one she induced in my testicles, that stopped my orgasm in its tracks and made me lust for it even more. She would let the pain sink in a few seconds, and then the other woman returned to her cruel pussy-massage. All my movement were blocked, and that brought on a feeling of helplessness and vulnerability that enhanced my arousal.



Finally, Mistress Abigail beckoned me to enjoy it and to cum inside her, which I did in a never-ending gush of sperm that I released into Fifi. As soon as my partner felt me pulsating, she sat down on me, burying my cock to the hilt inside her, and held there terribly still, thus reducing drastically her stimulation just when I most badly needed it. Mistress Abigail encouraged me in a soft voice: “That’s it, boy, that’s it. Fill up her pussy. Thaaat’s it…”. The girl patiently waited until I was spent, and only then resumed her rhythmical upside-down, as if to mock my almost ruined orgasm, and probably to drain out the cum I left in her. It did send a few more shivers of pleasure, and I quickly felt I could start cumming again, but after a short while, she simply got up and left, with the clicking of her shoes fading after the door was shut behind her. Had I been free, I would have followed her, kissing her feet and begging her to help me finish properly. But I knew it was Mistress Abigail’s choice for things to happen this way, and that further frustrated me.



My cock stayed erect a long time afterward, and Mistress carefully wiped me using a glove, and she let me



recover for a few minutes.



She later peeled the latex off my body and removed the gag. I was tired and very grateful and I whispered mechanically “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress…Thank you, Mistress.”.



“Pull yourself back together, boy, because I’m not through with you yet.”, she said in a menacing voice.



I noticed she changed to the new pink pair of underwear I had bought. It gave away the contour of her beautiful sex, and outlined her perfect ass, topped by a sexy red ribbon.



She pulled me to my feet and led me to a comfortable armchair, while she sat herself in a similar one, facing me.



“Jimmy, I assume you never masturbated in front of your wife. Is this true?”



“Yes, Mistress”.



“I also assume your wife never masturbated in front of you, Jimmy. Is this also true?”, Mistress said while caressing her left breast. Her moves troubled me.



“Yes, Mistress.”



“Well then, boy, we’ll do this together now. You will wait and follow exactly what I say. These panties are your wife’s, so it will be like the two of you masturbating together. When you see her wearing these, you will imagine it is me, Jimmy. And since I want you to keep calm, we have to be sure you stay in your chair”.



Mistress Abigail attached my testicle leash to a ring in the floor just in front of my chair, while she sat at arm’s lengths in front of me. She was thus sure my cock couldn’t reach her. She pulled to the side her panties, and commenced masturbating slowly. She was delicately exploring her sex, as if to find its most sensitive areas. I stroked myself too, to mirror her, but she stopped and scolded me:



“I didn’t say you may start, Jimmy, so keep your hand away! This is just warming up.”



I swallowed hard and struggled to keep my hands to the sides.



She resumed her touching, relaxing and taking deep breaths. She was either looking at her pussy, or looking me in the eyes. Her pleasure was building up, and so was my frustration. She went one gear up, massaging her sex thoroughly with her palm, and slapping herself vigorously a couple of times. Then she addressed me once again:



“Ok, Jimmy, you may start stroking yourself, but don’t you dare cum unless I explicitly tell you to!”



“Thank you, Mistress”, I said with relief.



At first, the masturbation helped, easing the pressure in my pelvis for a few minutes. The previous two ejaculations made it more difficult to achieve the high point, but the show that Mistress Abigail was putting on was something no man could have resisted to. She was biting her lower lip and insistingly pinching her right nipple, pulling on it and caressing the whole breast. Her pelvis was moving in a dance-like circular motion, and her engorged labias couldn’t get enough of her fingers. She gently touched her clit with one finger, circling it, teasing it, pressing on it, rubbing it. That gave me a huge desire to feel it with my tongue and lips, to devour it and see Mistress pleased.



Soon enough, I was in trouble. I found myself struggling to slow down. My cock’s head was a deep purple, and its nerve endings were pushed to their limits. The slightest touch brought enormous quantities of pleasure, but still not enough…



“How are you holding there, Jimmy?”, Mistress asked as she slowed down the pace a bit, savoring her pleasure.



“Please, Mistress…”, was all I could say, hoping she would allow me a quick release.



“Nonsense, boy, I’m sure you can hold longer than that. Don’t cum yet, Jimmy!”



It was getting more and more difficult. To help me refrain, Mistress forced me to stop touching altogether:



“Jimmy, I want you to stop stroking.”



I did.



“That’s it, boy, frustrate yourself!”, she said with a smile, still fingering her glistening pussy.



Then she stopped too, saying:



“Well, if you can’t touch yourself, we’ll do it another way.”



She cuffed my hands behind me, but I was too strained to protest. I was just letting myself go, at the mercy of whatever she had in mind. I wanted to cum so badly that I feared I may disobey her if I expressed my will in any form. She pulled her armchair closer, placed her heels on my shoulders and her pussy only one inch away from my hungry member. I felt as tensed as a guitar chord. While she resumed her delicate masturbation, she was stroking me gently, leading to some more desperate “Please, Mistress”. She rubbed the head of my cock on the outside of her pussy and her upper thighs, teasing me with the lure of her beautiful sex that I was not allowed to enjoy. I knew it was as close as I would ever get to having her, and it felt wonderful. Mistress was talking softly to me:



“Don’t cum, yet, Jimmy! Enjoy yourself but hold it back, boy! Keep the cum inside yourself…Let those heavy testicles suffer for me, Jimmy!”



Whenever she felt I was getting too close, she would stop and slap my cock, to make the pleasure go down. After a while, she slapped me very hard and squeezed my balls thoroughly. She did it to prevent me from cumming at the sight of the orgasm she was preparing for, and it worked. Mistress Abigail’s pleasure came quickly and rushed through her like waves. She arched her beautiful body, moaning deeply with her eyes closed, and her warm thighs spasmed in delight for a long time. She appeared to experience a lot of intense and comforting pleasure, and she carried on touching her sweet pussy ever so gently for about a minute or two, to make a smooth transition to the aftermath chill. I was genuinely glad for Mistress’ satisfaction, but a selfish part of me wanted the same treatment.



When she landed back on Earth, she resumed her teasing talk:



“Oh, Jimmy, did you enjoy feeling me so close, boy?”



“Yes, Mistress”, I said in a strained voice.



“Did seeing me like that give you dirty thoughts, Jimmy?”



“Yes, Mistress”



“Would you have liked to get a little taste of how good my pussy feels, Jimmy boy?”



“Yes, Mistress”



“Oouuuh…but you didn’t get to cum yet, have you?”, she said trying to sound surprised. “I bet you’d like to feel that kind of sensations too, isn’t it Jimmy? Dirty boys like you always like that…”



“Please, Mistress.”



“I want you to do something for me first, Jimmy. Will you do it?”, she said in a girlish way.



I had no idea what it was, but I didn’t care anymore. I would have done anything that could bring me closer to relief.



“Yes, Mistress”



“Ohh, that’s great, Jimmy.”, she said in a joyful manner.



She produced a wine glass filled halfway, not with wine, but with what I assumed to be fresh male cum.



“It’s yours, Jimmy”, she reassured me. “I want you to consume it all, boy”.



She brought it to my lips, and I opened wide, terribly excited all of a sudden.



“Not like that, Jimmy”, she said in an upset tone. “Sip it properly!”



She fed it to me in small portions. It was cold, but it still had the pungent smell and taste.



“Thank you, Mistress”, I said when the last drops were gone.



“You’re welcomed, Jimmy”, she said smilingly.



Mistress put the glass away and kindly started to stroke me once more.



“Do you like this, Jimmy?”



“Yes, Mistress”



“Do you do this when you are alone too, boy?”



“Yes, Mistress”



“And you think about doing it when you see attractive women around, isn’t it?”



“Yes, Mistress”. I felt guilty, but overly excited to admit that to another woman.



“You like looking at them, at their beautiful legs, at their cleavage and ass, don’t you, Jimmy?”



“Yes, Mistress”



“It makes you want to cum, Jimmy?”



“Please, Mistress”



“Boy, do you badly need to cum right now?”



“Please, Mistress”



“Jimmy, I will let you cum, but I want you to keep you eyes open and look at me while you expel your semen. Look at my breasts and my pussy, look me in the eye if it’s what pleases you. Understood?”



“Yes, Mistress”, I said trying to put a grateful tone to my voice.



“Jimmy. Are you ready?”



“Yes, Mistress.”



“Will you say “please”?”



“Please, Mistress.”



I felt like crying at being made to beg so much for release, and that only added to the emotional charge of the scene. My legs were shaking with excitement, and I was craving it like crazy.



“Ok, Jimmy, you may start cumming now.”



I did it. It felt like a bubble bursting. My eyes roamed Mistress Abigail’s creamy body, and the tension came down in an unbelievably powerful shower of pleasure. I poured and poured, and Mistress kept on stimulating my cock and balls with both hands, insisting on the sensitive glans.



When I was done, she let me go and wiped her hands and thighs with a towel. I had soiled the pink pair of underwear during the process.



Mistress casually took off the pair and said in her authoritative voice, pointing to a silver washing basin in the corner:



“You are expected to wash by hand both pairs before you go. You will remain naked until you are done. Then you will ring the bell at the door and wait form me kneeling in front of it”.

Robert was late getting to the club. He hated being late anytime, but particularly this time, because he’d agreed to be part of the show. He hoped he hadn’t missed his chance.



The week before, the club’s owner and dungeon master had announced that a pair of well-known, experienced Dommes would be visiting from out of town to give demonstrations. They needed volunteers to take some heavy punishment. The owner had been very clear that the visitors would administer intense pain and lots of it.



“These women are strong. They play hard. Don’t sign up unless you’re very serious,” he had warned. “They’re also friends of mine, so I don’t want you to embarrass me by wimping out,” he added.



Robert had signed up.



The prospect of being publicly tortured by strong Dommes had been intriguing by itself, but Robert had another, much deeper motive. He had only recently moved to town, and, while he’d been welcomed to the club and found some Dommes to top him there, he had become obsessed with one Domme with whom he hadn’t yet played. She was popular, highly-accomplished, and always attracted admiring crowds when she played. She also, he knew, only played with subs who had “proven themselves.”



Her name was Mona. Tall and lithe, she wore either leather or latex outfits that showcased what Robert thought was the sexiest body he’d ever seen. He had fallen under her spell the first time he saw her play.



She was truly masterful in her scenes, an expert in a wide range of dominant skills. She played with enthusiasm, good humor, and the style of a practiced performer. She wielded whips, floggers, and other implements with the finesse expected of a practiced musician with a fine instrument. Her movements were fluid and dance-like.



Under her control, the naked body of her sub became a canvas for her impressive artistry. She worked her subs long and hard, giving pain with skilled precision, as if it were precious medicine, carefully administered to produce exactly her intended effect. At the end of her scenes, her subs always glowed with pride at their achievements of endurance and floated on a sea of endorphins.



Whenever she played, Robert was transfixed by the spectacle, wishing he could take the place of whomever she was tormenting. He’d spoken with her briefly a couple times. She had been polite and friendly, but he was clearly not yet on her radar. He hoped to remedy that by volunteering for the night’s show.



As he entered the club, he heard the unmistakable sounds of leather striking flesh. Sharp reports echoed throughout the large room. The crowd was larger than usual, but, he immediately noticed, quieter than usual. Everyone was watching the ongoing show.



He worked his way through the crowd to a spot from which he could see the action. A slim, fit young woman in her mid-20s was bent naked over the club’s spanking horse, wrists and ankles secured with cuffs. A tall, strong blonde woman clad in leather shorts, halter top, and knee-high boots wielded a heavy flogger. She was delivering forceful blows to the victim’s buttocks in a studied, deliberate manner. As each blow landed with a loud report, the young woman’s head jerked, her breasts bounced, and she involuntarily exhaled.



Robert soon noticed that the pace of the blows was increasing steadily. The girl’s nicely-rounded butt cheeks were bright red, and the flogger was falling on skin already well-tenderized. Even halfway across the room, Robert could hear the labored breathing and low moans of the young woman on the horse. Her muscles were tense, straining against the unyielding leather of the cuffs. Her back and arms glistened with sweat. After each blow of the heavy leather, the naked woman’s legs quivered uncontrollably. This scene, he realized, had been in progress for some time and, from the looks of things, had to be coming to an end.



The end came with a sudden burst of rapid, hard blows that left the recipient with no time to catch her breath between them. As the sharp sounds turned into a rapid-fire staccato, the victim jerked her head up and down, and every muscle in her body began to quiver. Her moans became steady and louder.



With a flourish, the blonde Domme stopped, turned and made a slight bow toward the crowd. The victim took a few seconds to realize that the punishment was over, then dropped her head and gulped huge breaths of air. The Domme was joined by a muscular brunette in an identical leather outfit, and both went to the horse. One leaned down and spoke softly to the victim, placing a hand on her shoulder. Soon the two unhooked the cuffs from the horse, helped the young woman up, took her arms and helped her walk toward the crowd where several friends embraced her and led her to a quiet corner.



A round of applause rippled through the crowd. The club’s owner emerged from the crowd and announced, “Break time. Next scene starts in a few minutes.”



Robert wondered what he’d gotten himself in for. He realized the earlier warning about serious pain had been for real — more real than he’d guessed at the time.



Any thought of escape, however, was quickly eliminated when the owner spotted him.



“Glad to see you made it. You’re next. Wait here and when the ladies are ready, I’ll bring you to them.”



“OK,” Robert answered, now feeling a tinge of fear. He looked around and saw several people he knew. He realized he was committed. He knew, however, that no matter how severe the scene, he would have to “take it well.” Neither Mona nor the other Dommes liked whiners or wimps. He remembered her disdain at one sub who had lost his composure under the lash.



In a few minutes, the two women strode back into the club’s extensive play area, heading toward the spanking horse. Robert noted, with some trepidation, that they were both very strong. Their black leather outfits revealed rippled abdomens, strong thighs, and heavily-muscled, powerful arms. It was obvious they were no strangers to the gym. It struck him that they were much stronger than any Dommes he’d played with before. He began to wonder if he could take the kind of pain they obviously could inflict.



The dungeon master came through the crowd and gestured to Robert, “Come on, it’s time.” Robert followed him.



“Here’s your next volunteer,” the owner told the two women, then turned back toward the crowd.



The women reached out and grasped Robert’s hands.



“Thanks for volunteering,” said the blonde who had been flogging the young woman.



She stood directly in front of Robert, reached out, gripped each of his shoulders, and looked straight into his face. She was slightly taller than him. Her firm grip on his shoulders and her penetrating gaze instantly conveyed that she was in control.



“You realize this is going to be severe?”



“Yes,” Robert replied, sounding much more confident than he felt.



“And you’re OK with that?”



“Yes.”



“Fine. Then let me explain how this will go. We’re going to work on you as long and as hard as we think you can take it safely. It’s all up to us. We’ll watch you carefully, but the decision to stop is ours alone.



“Understand?”



“Yes,” Robert replied, though not really sure he meant it. If he’d had any doubt about the woman’s strength, her grip on his shoulders dispelled it. He knew he was going to suffer, and seriously.



“OK, then — get your clothes off.”



The fear of being seen wimping out overcame his fear of pain. Robert quickly stripped off his clothes, handing them to one of the women, who placed them on a nearby table.



They pointed him toward a St. Andrew’s cross that stood next to the spanking horse. Next, they buckled leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, then secured him to the cross, facing outward.



Spread-eagled naked on the cross, Robert was in full view of the crowd. The club’s play area, where the equipment resided, was much better lit than the surrounding space, so Robert could see the crowd only with some difficulty. He quickly scanned the faces he could see, recognizing several. He knew that his nude body now was the focus of attention for the whole room. Though he’d wanted to be noticed, he now found this exposure unexpectedly uncomfortable.



Then he saw Mona. She stood with some of her friends near the front of the crowd, with a good view of the action to come. He drew a deep breath, realizing that, just as he had hoped, he now had the chance he’d wanted to impress her. He couldn’t screw this up; he had to take the punishment and take it well.



At 23, he was lean and sinewy, with slight tan lines showing the outline of his swimsuit. With his arms pulled tightly overhead, his flanks revealed the distinct outline of his ribs, and his lean abdomen curved inward from his ribcage. He was fit and worked out regularly, but, he would be the first to admit, he didn’t show the muscled power that these women radiated.



The brunette Domme approached and closely inspected Robert’s body, looking intently at every inch from head to toes. She grasped his stretched arms, feeling his forearms, then probed his biceps. She ran her fingers lightly over his chest, abdomen, ribcage, and thighs, checking his skin and muscle tone. Despite his apprehensions and increasing nervousness, this tactile attention began a stirring between his legs that quickly turned him rock-hard.



Apparently satisfied that her victim was ready, the Domme leaned forward, looking Robert straight in the eye. With a grin on her face, she suddenly grabbed both his nipples. Pinching them tightly between her strong thumbs and forefingers, she pulled, squeezed, then twisted the tender protrusions.



Still grinning, she squeezed the nipples ever more tightly. Robert was startled at first, then, as the pain increased, was amazed that anyone could cause him so much agony using only fingers. Determined not to show the pain, he stared back at his tormentor. With her smile just inches from his eyes, his brain struggled to reconcile the beauty of her face with the pain she inflicted.



After a few minutes of pulling, pinching, and twisting, the woman let go of Robert’s nipples, walked behind him and returned with a pair of metal clamps. She quickly placed the clamps on Robert’s now-sore nipples and screwed them down tightly.



Robert winced as the clamps bit sharply into his nipples.



Next, the woman walked alongside Robert. She slipped one hand between him and the cross, planting it firmly in the small of his back. With the other hand, she began lightly probing Robert’s abdomen with stiffened fingertips that felt like steel rods.



She leaned close to his ear and spoke softly, “Tense your stomach muscles.” Robert obeyed.



Swiftly, the woman slammed a hard, open palm forcefully onto Robert’s stomach. If his muscles hadn’t been tightened, the blow would have knocked the wind out of him.



“You’ll want to keep those muscles tense,” she said, again smiling.



She then began giving Robert’s gut a hard hand spanking. The blows stung sharply, and soon Robert’s whole midsection felt like it was slowly burning. The area between his chest and his pelvis quickly turned red.



Robert concentrated on keeping his stomach muscles tense, knowing that if any of the blows fell on a relaxed gut, he’d regret it. He felt that his stomach muscles were competing against her strong arms, and he was determined to withstand the assault.



The woman worked methodically, covering her target area thoroughly and repeatedly. The sound of the sharp smacks filled the room. The burn in Robert’s gut was spreading to the rest of his body.



The pace of the blows increased steadily over several minutes until it was a rapid-fire assault. He struggled to breathe and keep his muscles tense at the same time. After a short series of very hard blows, the woman stopped, then reached up and removed the clamps from Robert’s nipples.



The attack on his gut had made Robert forget about the nipple clamps, but when they were removed, a rush of blood back into the compressed tissue brought a fresh wave of pain. As he absorbed this sensation, Robert saw his tormenter take a new position directly in front of him. She looked into his face, checking his reactions, and gave him another brief, thin smile.



She now held a small, thick leather strap, about a foot long. With no further ceremony, she laid a hard blow with the strap onto Robert’s right nipple. Robert let out a short shout at the sharp pain on the tender skin. The next blow fell on his left nipple. He again let out a low grunt.



The woman wielded the small strap with precise control, putting blows on the already-sore skin of Robert’s stomach, along with carefully-applied blows to his chest. She worked up and down each side, covering Robert’s chest, abdomen, and even the sides of his ribcage with well-aimed, painful blows. While concentrating on absorbing the pain, Robert marveled at the strength the woman put into every searing stroke. He focused on breathing, hoping to retain as much composure as possible, still remembering that he was on display and Mona was one of the spectators.



The first strokes of the strap had been timed far enough apart that Robert could feel the hard sting of one begin to turn into a low burning sensation before the next one fell. The pace picked up, however, and soon the blows were coming so rapidly that the pain of one piled onto the pain of the previous ones, stoking a continuous blaze.



Robert felt like his entire torso was on fire. The pain was at a level that matched that of any scene he’d done before. He could feel an endorphin rush beginning. He gritted his teeth in his determination to hold himself together through the pain, hoping the endorphins would soon help his tolerance.



Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other woman approaching.



The two Dommes exchanged glances, then the strapping ceased.



“Is he ready?”



“Yes.”



With that, they unshackled Robert’s cuffs from the cross. For a moment, he thought the ordeal was over, and began to feel relief. However, the women immediately half-carried him the few feet to the spanking horse. The cuffs were reshackled to the horse, and Robert was bent over it, legs and arms spread wide, ass in the air.



His relief that the torture of his torso was over was very brief. He now knew that worse was coming. He began to wonder how much more he could take. He breathed deeply and deliberately, trying to gather strength to endure the next onslaught.



The blonde Domme picked up a wide, thick, three-foot-long leather prison strap and took position behind and to one side of the spanking horse. A low murmur went through the crowd as they watched her muscled arm swing the imposing implement through the air to test its balance. Robert felt the strap lightly brush his buttocks as she adjusted her position to measure the strokes.



The first stroke landed with a loud report and both sounded and felt like an explosion in Robert’s ass. If he hadn’t been secured to the heavy horse, the blow would have knocked him to the floor. He gasped for air, unable to yell. The fire of the explosion spread outward from the impact, and the woman paused to let him feel the full effect.



When he recovered his breath, Robert realized that the torture on the cross had been mere preparation — to get his endorphins flowing. Without the preparation he couldn’t have taken this first blow of the prison strap. Though accustomed to having his ass beaten, this blow was the strongest Robert had ever endured. The thought flashed through his mind that he was entering new territory beyond any of his previous experience. “I’ve got to hold it together,” he told himself, “because Mona is watching.”



That thought was barely finished when the next blow fell, causing Robert to once again struggle for breath. The third came after a shorter interval, followed by more, all delivered with tremendous force.



The blonde Domme worked in an orderly fashion, aiming the blows to cover Robert’s butt top to bottom, and included his upper thighs. Ambidexterous, she switched sides to even out the punishment to both of the buttcheeks as well as the backs of his thighs.



Robert’s nude body soon was covered with a thin sheen of sweat, and his arm and leg muscles tensed constantly in a struggle against the cuffs. The harsh spotlights beaming down from the ceiling highlighted his straining muscles with a moving interplay of light and shadow, emphasized by the light glistening brightly off the sweat. His butt was turning a bright and deepening red.



The woman continued her methodical torture, and picked up the pace. Each powerful stroke sent a shock through his body, making his head jerk and his breathing briefly halt.



As the woman increased the pace of the strapping, a raging fire began to fill Robert’s entire body, constantly refreshed with new heat from each blow to his butt. The fire became the focus of his existence, as his awareness of his surroundings slowly narrowed. His brain was fogging with endorphins, but the Domme skillfully kept the pain just ahead of his body’s ability to erase it with the natural drugs. His breathing became labored and he began to emit low groans. He completely lost track of time and felt like the agony was continuing forever. His world consisted only of pain and his determination to endure it. An image of Mona’s face flashed through his mind, strengthening his determination.



Though in a near-stupor from the pain and the fog in his brain, Robert noticed a lull in the strapping and saw shadows move.



Suddenly, he heard a swish, then felt a sharp, fierce jolt followed by a new flash of even hotter fire cutting into his butt. He shouted, then gasped for air, and pulled sharply against his restraints.



The strap had been traded for a cane.



The first stroke of the cane fell across the top of Robert’s butt. The audience watched a welt rise immediately.



Robert’s body shook as he absorbed the shock and pain of the cane stroke. He had not recovered when the next one came, searing into his flesh. Once again an explosion of white-hot flame spread through his body. He let out a yell. His legs began to quiver involuntarily, pulling rhythmically against the cuffs restraining his ankles. It took all his determination to keep from begging for relief.



Four more cane strokes came, each one delivering a powerful shock that buffeted Robert’s ass, followed by another fiery explosion of pain tearing through his body. His muscles throbbed from the struggle against the restraints. His lungs screamed for air, and sweat poured profusely from his skin.



The strong Domme had placed the six cane strokes at precise intervals from the top of Robert’s butt down to the top of his thighs. Each stroke left its own distinctive, angry welt on top of the dark-red background of his thoroughly-strapped backside. The sight was a visual testimony to her strength, skill and control.



The cane strokes were the finale. Laying aside the cane, the woman and her partner went to the horse, looked Robert in the face, and told him the scene was finished. At first, the words didn’t register with him. The blonde who had strapped and caned him steadied his shoulders with a firm grip while her partner gently massaged his upper back. They did this for several minutes, allowing him to breathe and recover some before unshackling him from the horse. It took some time, and repeated assurances from the women, for him to come out of his pain- and endorphin-induced fog enough to realize his ordeal was over.



One on each side, the women helped him stand up. He gratefully accepted the help, resting most of his weight on their strong arms for several minutes while he breathed heavily and regained some strength.



When they felt he had recovered enough to understand, they both congratulated him. His body still on fire, his ass still throbbing, and with his brain barely regaining any alertness, he began to feel some relief.

Fellow Literotica Members, I really would like you to tell me how you like your stories. In response to some feedback from readers of chapter one I have produced chapter two in two quite different flavours and the way in which they are received will guide my future writing. I will really appreciate any feedback through comments, e-mail or votes. Thanks for taking the time to read my scribblings and thanks again to LiliesLaughing for her advice.



Cheers, Roo.




VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE.



Brash, obnoxious and stunningly pretty, John could not think of any reason at all why twenty five year old Tanya Freeman would require his services. There was no doubt she could afford him, she was married to Gary Freeman, the Leeds Rovers footballer but why would she want him? That was a mystery.



Everybody assumed that Tanya and Gary must have wonderful sex. He was as desirable to women as she was to men and she trained just as hard on her body as he did on his. How could they not have intergalactically orgasmic sex? Only she and Gary knew; he could not bring himself to slap her hard enough.



Nasty and spiteful, loving and kind, she had tried everything she could to goad him into giving her the punishment she thought that she craved but he always stopped short of being able to turn her on.



Continuing with the consultation despite his misgivings John made his standard enquiries about preferences, and then turned to sensitivity.



“Frenum,” she said “I’m not paying you fifteen hundred quid to treat me like a boy scout. You say that you’re a professional and I expect you to fucking well act like one. I expect you to have all the toys and to know how to use them, hard. If you don’t you’re wasting my fucking time.”



She then stood and bent down over him, placing her face close to his.



With an almost imperceptible shake of her head and in a very low whisper she slowly said, “No fucking mercy Frenum………no……..fucking………mercy” and with that she was gone.



John shared his concerns over Tanya with Sarah; he was not at all sure if she was a suitable client. Sarah gave the situation a lot of thought and then said, “There is more than one way to skin a cat.”



She had had another of her brilliant ideas.



He knew that Tanya would not be easy prey but John had worked on the problem, taking great inspiration from TV shows of his childhood. Running hard through the woods on a regular route Tanya suddenly found the ground all around her erupting.



Her feet tripped and as she fell forwards she was caught in a fine net that instantly wrapped itself around her, tightening more and more the harder she struggled. In seconds a man was upon her, smoothing the net over her head and pulling a thick hood down to cover it. A cord came snug around her neck and she was immediately aware of the restrictive effect on her breathing.



Too late she tried to let out a mighty scream but the sound barely made it out of the suffocating garment. The man’s weight was now fully on her lower back and her efforts to move became increasingly ineffective. Her right arm was cut loose from the netting and rammed hard up to her shoulder blades where it was soon joined by the left.



Bound to the cord around her neck they were rendered totally ineffective for defence. With her knees then bent and her feet lashed tight up behind her buttocks all mobility was lost for Tanya and she was hauled into the air in a fireman’s lift and bundled into the boot of a nearby car.



Dumped face down onto the cold floor of the dungeon Tanya knew that the show was going to start for real as she heard the jangle of chains and felt the cuffs being applied to her wrists and ankles. Her feet were first to be released from the net and very soon they were being held three feet apart.



She was then lifted into a standing position and her hands released as the chains drew them overhead and as wide apart as the feet. Finally the hood was removed and John immediately saw a face full of utter defiance.



“What are you going to do now Frenum?” She sneered, but he did not answer.



He took out a knife and cut away the tiny sports top she was wearing. Her small but wonderfully firm breasts were released but did not drop a millimetre, sitting high on her chest with little conical shaped, light coloured nipples topping them off. She was truly in her prime.



He slid his hand down her flat belly and pulled at her tight shorts, slipping the knife down inside them and in an instant they and her knickers were on the floor. He took a step back to take in her inch wide stubbly Brazilian that reached up from the perfectly symmetrical architecture of her vagina with just a hint of the inner labia visible.



“Like what you see, you stinking perv?” she said. “What you gonna do about it?”



John steeled himself to remain professional and went across to the racks where he collected a riding crop. Tanya smiled as he returned.



He decided to get right down to business and, standing to her side said, “I want your cooperation.”



“I know you do you faggot, but you’ll get fuck all” came the dismissive reply.



John moved on, “On a scale of one to ten, how does this feel?” and with that he slashed at her perfect, small and round left buttock with the riding crop.



A tiny jerk of reflex shot up through her body and the instant red mark in the shape of the whip bore testament to the effectiveness of the strike.



“How does what feel?” she retorted.



Moving to her front John felt a rising sense of concern over his progress and how this was going to work out. Without saying another word he struck out at her right breast with the crop and again the tell tale flinch showed that Tanya felt its sting truly but the reaction he wanted was not there.



He eyed her with total concentration; there was no sign. She was shackled, vulnerable and had been whipped, and yet the nipples remained flaccid, there was no movement of the hips and her face gave nothing away.



With regret and very much uncertain that he was doing the right thing John hung the crop on a hook at the side of her and strolled to the chair that had been positioned in front, ten feet away.



Sarah had been watching closely on the monitor and took her cue perfectly. The disguised door on the wall in front of Tanya and a little to her right opened. Sarah stepped in.



“I said no fucking women Frenum, no fucking women.” Tanya ranted.



“Oh, I think that you will find that your contract definitely says that women may be involved. You should read the small print Tanya”, gloated John, at last feeling that he might have the upper hand.



Tanya took in the ominous figure walking towards her. She was dressed in black knee length stiletto boots with large mesh fishnet stockings above. These were held by a thick garter belt that skirted the top of the woman’s shaven pubic area which was as bare as hers.



Four inches of voluptuous midriff gave way to a corset of black leather straps in a fishnet arrangement, cradling her large breasts. Her big dark nipples, already erect, poked through. Black lipstick adorned her mouth and the top half of her face was covered by a feline mask. Hanging over a finger of her right hand was a leather strapped ball gag which she toyed with as she approached.



The feeling in Tanya’s gut had switched from defiance to vulnerability in an instant and a heat began to build in her vagina. She noticed her own breathing become deeper and faster and she concentrated hard trying to control it.



“Get away from me you fucking slag!” she shouted and the chain of her right ankle tightened as she thrashed out an ineffective kick.



Sarah circled to her rear and Tanya slammed her lips shut to prevent the insertion of the ball, but that was already falling to the floor as the tape Tanya had not seen was slapped across her perfect mouth and pressed home to make an impenetrable seal.



Sarah now slowly and gently raked her finger nails across Tanya’s belly and ribs as the helpless girl raved unintelligibly behind the tape.



“Get away from you?” asked Sarah. “My darling, by the time I’ve finished with you you’ll be lapping my twat like a randy teenager.”



Tanya squeezed her eyes tight closed in an attempt to get the image out of her mind but it just grew larger and larger and the heat in her began to swell. As her fingers made contact with those tiny nipples Sarah was pleased to feel that they had tightened nicely and with a little tweak she decided to move on.



She took the crop from its hook and stood in front of the helpless girl. Tanya’s eyes now told of the fear she was experiencing at the unexpected development in the shape of Sarah, but Sarah was not about to let her off lightly.



“You, slut, have been rude to Mr Frenum and I. Far too rude and now it will be my pleasure to make you pay the price. But before I do so I think that you are much too comfortable there, it’s almost like sitting in an armchair. Mr Frenum, the remote please.”



John tossed her the remote control for the winches and Sarah began to haul up on Tanya’s wrists. Tanya was lifted into the air with her weight completely on her arms and her legs spread out tight. The tension in her glorious little body was a delight to the eyes and her face had lost all traces of defiance.



Standing to her side Sarah thrashed the crop at Tanya’s pert arse and the poor girl let out a muffled yell as it struck home. Driven on by her own rising excitement Sarah whipped her a further five times on her buttocks and legs, taking her time between the blows to ensure that Tanya was able to contemplate each one in turn.



She then moved around to the front and Tanya’s eyes widened as she finally used the crop in an upward motion on her poor, exposed pussy. They were not hard blows but the sting of them felt like fire to her sensitive, swollen genitals and the fact that she was absolutely powerless to defend herself against them drove her wild. Tanya had never been so turned on, she was utterly desperate for her clit to be stroked, her vagina to be filled.



The remote was used again and she was allowed to make contact with the floor. Sarah ran the crop across her breasts, gently flicking the hard nipples.



“I’m going to fuck you, you know that don’t you?” she said.



Tanya just stared at her, hating the thoughts that were going through her own mind; she desperately wanted Sarah to fuck her right now.



Striking the outside of Tanya’s left hip hard with the whip Sarah repeated her question in a raised voice. Tanya jerked and nodded rapidly while a short, repeated, muffled sound came from behind the tape. Sarah then looked down at Tanya’s moist, swelling cleft and, gently lifting the crop to it, she rubbed its leather strap back and forth, working it in between her lips.



Tanya groaned and moved her hips, riding the strap and increasing its penetration but Sarah soon removed it and drew it to her own nose.



“Ahhhhhh, sweet young virgin. I’m going to ride you my darling; like breaking in a Mustang.”



Sarah then looked at John and he knew what she wanted. He went across to the racks and wheeled an apparatus that looked like a vaulting horse into a position immediately behind Tanya. It was a thick padded plank a foot wide, about three feet long and it stood about three feet high on adjustable legs.



Chains were pulled out of the floor on the opposite side of the horse from where Tanya was standing and these were fastened to her wrist cuffs. Using the remote Sarah began to shorten the new chains as those from the ceiling grew longer. Tanya began to try to shout out and twisted and yanked as best she could but the action of the chains were not to be resisted.



Thirty seconds later she was totally immobilised, stretched over the horse backwards in an exaggerated crab position. Sarah had taken some delight in watching the petulant brat being drawn into this uncomfortable position but now she left her for a moment to go to the racks.



Placing the crop on its hook she took down the flogger and returned to Tanya. She teasingly dangled it on her face for a few moments before raising it and bringing it down smartly on her left breast. Tanya was unable to make any movement at all in reaction to the stinging pain but the crimson mark and the anguish of her cry left no doubt as to the effectiveness of the weapon.



Sarah lashed at her right breast now and then began moving around the girl painting her body red with the merciless leather. It was then that Sarah noticed that she had begun unconsciously to finger her own clit as she dealt out the punishment. She was high on lust and she decided to make good on a promise.



Firstly she had to make sure that her control over the bitch was complete. Bending down towards Tanya’s face Sarah put her finger up to her mouth in a ‘Hush’ motion. She then rapidly tore the tape from her mouth and Tanya stayed obediently silent.



“Very good, very good” said Sarah and without giving any instruction she bent at her knees and introduced her massively swollen pussy to Tanya’s mouth.



Tanya had been waiting for this moment since the very second she slapped eyes on the sensual form of Sarah and now her tongue darted over her distended clitoris and between her labia with the enthusiasm of a rampant, virgin lesbian.



Sarah was enjoying the venture into sexual regions she had not explored before too. Especially the dominance and having this little whore do her filthy bidding was bringing her to a spectacular orgasm. Tanya worked harder and harder as she felt her mistress approaching climax and both women cried out loud when it came, cascades of love juice flowing across Tanya’s face.



Standing now, Sarah could not help but wonder what it was going feel like to finger another woman, she knew that forcing one to give her pleasure had been a fantastic turn on but now it was time to explore some more. Teasingly walking her fingers along Tanya’s body Sarah reached her hips and then slowly moved towards her swollen, gaping, vagina.



Using the flat of her hand she rubbed above her clit and Tanya let out a relieved “Yes!!!!” but the hand was immediately withdrawn.



Sarah strutted back to where Tanya’s head was held two feet off the ground. Taking her nipples between the fingers and thumbs of both hands Sarah applied strong pressure and a slight twisting motion bringing a scream of anguish from Tanya.



“Yes what? Slut” said Sarah.



“Yes, that was nice?” replied Tanya, confused and naïve.



Sarah took her sweet little buds between her fingers again, twisting and pulling this time. She didn’t release the nipples herself but pulled until they could simply not extend any further and were torn out of her hands, pinging against Tanya’s chest.



She cried out again, but louder this time and Sarah was pleased to hear her follow this with “Yes, my lady?”



Sarah rose again and retuned to Tanya’s pouting cleft, immediately inserting two fingers as deep as she could.



“Yes my lady, yes my lady,” cried Tanya and she tried to move her hips but her confinement was just too strong.



Finding her G spot and thrilled by the warm wetness within her pussy Sarah worked harder, inserting two more fingers and stimulating her massive clit with her other hand. Tanya gave up trying to move her hips and the chains on her ankles went tighter as spasms ran through her legs.



To Sarah’s surprise she was already approaching orgasm and with one final “Yes my lady!!” Sarah’s hand was awash with Tanya’s beautiful juices.



Not only relieved that she had finally cum Tanya now felt the relief from the discomfort of the vaulting horse as the chains began to haul her back into a standing position and the chains on her wrists were mercifully lengthened to allow her arms to hang by her sides.



Believing that her ordeal was now over she turned to John only to notice him approaching her with a strange contraption in his hands. It was a metal bar about three feet long which had a large hoop at one end and a somewhat smaller one at the other.



John made the ‘hush’ sign with a finger and then, standing behind her he fastened the large loop, a sturdy leather strap, around her neck; the bar hung down her back. The chains on her wrists were detached for a few seconds and passed through the metal loop at the opposite end of the bar and then once again locked onto her wrists. Still comfortable Tanya did not understand how the devise would work.



Eager to demonstrate Sarah began to shorten the chains and Tanya soon realised that her hands were being pulled to the rear. With them drawn fully behind her and her arms straight as a rod the bar began to rise and the action caused Tanya’s head to begin to bow down, further and further until finally her hands were stretched high in the air and her body was bent forwards at the waist more than ninety degrees, her legs locked straight by the lifting action.



Satisfied that her little whore was suitably positioned Sarah approached the racks. Tanya tried to see what she was doing but she was out of her view, for quite some time. At last she saw her making her way back across. It was now clear what Sarah had been doing; she had an enormous strap on cock proudly displaying its ten inch length and seven inch girth at her hips.



The strap running between her legs held an electronic probe that sat inside her and discharged a glorious shower of electrical pulses to her G spot as her hips pushed forward on the dildo and its base vibrated on her clit. It was the very best of woman fuckers.



Sarah paraded the massive member in Tanya’s face and said “I told you I was going to fuck you didn’t I?”



Her school’s worst prick tease by a very long way Tanya had, surprisingly, been a virgin until she met Gary. He was the only man she had been with and he was not equipped with anything like the monster on Sarah.



“NO, NO!!” she pleaded.



“No?” said Sarah with a smile, and turned away.



As Tanya saw her full buttocks framed by her weapon’s substantial straps heading off towards the racks the folly of her refusal struck home with her.



“Please, please, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it” she cried. “I’m sorry I’m really sorry, I won’t do it again.”



Her voice became higher and more desperate as she saw Sarah take a cane and smack it hard against the vaulting horse.



Rising to his feet John approached Tanya and said, “No mercy Frenum. No fucking mercy.”



He then returned to his chair and settled down for the show. Tanya’s lust was at fever pitch but the pain she had already suffered was all she could stand. She couldn’t comprehend why her own suffering and this woman’s control over it was driving her wild with desire, she just wanted to be pleasured. Now.



“No, no, please NO” Tanya cried as the cane burned into her buttocks three times in rapid succession.



“Count to ten for me Tanya.” Sarah instructed and another blow bit hard at the young flesh.



“Please, stop!!” Tanya cried but Sarah gleefully continued with four more strikes before, unable to offer resistance any longer, Tanya cried “ONE” at the top of her voice.



Sarah stopped and took a moment to examine the reddened, wheal ridden legs and buttocks of her utterly defeated victim. They were a testament to the hours spent in the in the gym and on the road. Tight and muscular but petite and beautifully feminine; and Sarah’s to do with as she pleased.



“One what?” she asked as another mighty blow crashed into her perfect ass.



“ONE MY LADY!!” screamed Tanya desperately.



And so it continued.



As Tanya cried “FIVE MY LADY!” a glint appeared in Sarah’s eyes.



Strolling across to John she took the remote and returned to stand behind her helpless victim. Concentrating hard she made tiny adjustments to the length of the chains, repositioning Tanya just perfectly.



Sarah was very happy indeed, the pink, swollen mound of Tanya’s vulva was now available as a target for the cane.

Fellow Literotica Members, I really would like you to tell me how you like your stories. In response to some feedback from readers of chapter one I have produced chapter two in two quite different flavours and the way in which they are received will guide my future writing. I will appreciate any feedback through comments, e-mail or votes. Thanks for taking the time to read my scribblings and thanks again to LiliesLaughing for her advice.



Cheers, Roo.




VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE.



Brash, obnoxious and stunningly pretty, John could not think of any reason at all why twenty five year old Tanya Freeman would require his services. There was no doubt she could afford him, she was married to Gary Freeman, the Leeds Rovers footballer but why would she want him? That was a mystery, but an answer was coming.



Everybody assumed that Tanya and Gary must have wonderful sex. He was as desirable to women as she was to men and she trained just as hard on her body as he did on his. How could they not have intergalactically orgasmic sex? Only she and Gary knew; he could not bring himself to slap her hard enough.



Nasty and spiteful, loving and kind, she had tried everything she could to goad him into giving her the punishment she thought that she craved but he always stopped short of being able to turn her on.



Continuing with the consultation despite his misgivings John made his standard enquiries about preferences, and then turned to sensitivity.



“Frenum” she said, “I’m not paying you fifteen hundred quid to treat me like a boy scout. You say that you’re a professional and I expect you to fucking well act like one. I expect you to have all the toys and to know how to use them, hard. If you don’t you’re wasting my fucking time.”



She then stood and bent down over him, placing her face close to his.



With an almost imperceptible shake of her head and in a very low whisper she slowly said, “No fucking mercy Frenum………no……..fucking………mercy” and with that she was gone.



John shared his concerns over Tanya with Sarah; he was not at all sure if she was a suitable client.



Sarah gave the situation a lot of thought and then said, “There is more than one way to skin a rabbit.”



She had had another of her brilliant ideas.



He knew that Tanya would not be easy prey but John had worked on the problem, taking great inspiration from TV shows of his childhood.



Running hard through the woods on a regular route Tanya suddenly found the ground all around her erupting. Her feet tripped and as she fell forwards she was caught in a fine net that instantly wrapped itself around her, tightening more and more the harder she struggled.



In seconds a man was upon her, smoothing the net over her head and pulling a thick hood down to cover it. A cord came snug around her neck and she was immediately aware of the restrictive effect on her breathing.



Too late she tried to let out a mighty scream but the sound barely made it out of the suffocating garment. The man’s weight was now fully on her lower back and her efforts to move became increasingly ineffective. Her right arm was cut loose from the netting and rammed firmly up to her shoulder blades where it was soon joined by the left.



Bound to the cord around her neck they were rendered totally ineffective for defence. With her knees then bent and her feet lashed tight up behind her buttocks all mobility was lost for Tanya and she was hauled into the air in a fireman’s lift and bundled into the boot of a nearby car.



Dumped face down onto the cold floor of the dungeon Tanya knew that the show was going to start for real as she heard the jangle of chains and felt the cuffs being applied to her wrists and ankles. Her feet were first to be released from the net and very soon they were being held three feet apart.



She was then lifted into a standing position and her hands released as the chains drew them overhead and as wide apart as the feet. Finally the hood was removed and John immediately saw a face full of utter defiance.



“What are you going to do now Frenum?” she sneered, but he did not answer.



He took out a knife and cut away the tiny sports top she was wearing. Her small but wonderfully firm breasts were released but did not drop an inch, sitting high on her chest with little conical shaped, light coloured nipples topping them off. She was truly in her prime.



He slid his hand down her flat belly and pulled at her tight shorts, slipping the knife down inside them and in an instant they and her knickers were on the floor. He took a step back to take in her inch wide stubbly Brazilian that reached up from the perfectly symmetrical architecture of her vagina with just a hint of the inner labia visible.



“Like what you see, you stinking perv?” she said. “What you gonna do about it?”



John steeled himself to remain professional and went across to the racks where he collected a riding crop. Tanya smiled as he returned.



He decided to get right down to business and, standing to her side said, “I want your cooperation.”



“I know you do you faggot, but you’ll get fuck all” came the dismissive reply.



John moved on, “On a scale of one to ten, how does this feel?” and with that he slashed at her perfect, small and round left buttock with the riding crop.



A tiny jerk of reflex shot up through her body and the instant red mark in the shape of the whip bore testament to the effectiveness of the strike.



“How does what feel?” she retorted.



Moving to her front John felt a rising sense of concern over his progress and how this was going to work out. Without saying another word he struck out at her right breast with the crop and again the tell tale flinch showed that Tanya felt its sting truly but the reaction he wanted was not there.



He eyed her with total concentration; there was no sign. She was shackled, vulnerable and had been whipped, and yet the nipples remained flaccid, there was no movement of the hips and her face gave nothing away.



With regret and very much uncertain that he was doing the right thing John hung the crop on a hook at the side of her and strolled to the chair that had been positioned in front, ten feet away.



Sarah had been watching closely on the monitor and took her cue perfectly. The disguised door on the wall in front of Tanya and a little to her right opened. Sarah stepped in.



“I said no fucking women Frenum, no fucking women!” Tanya ranted.



“Oh, I think that you will find that your contract definitely says that women may be involved. You should read the small print Tanya” gloated John, at last feeling that he might have the upper hand.



Tanya took in the ominous figure walking towards her. She was dressed in black knee length stiletto boots with large mesh fishnet stockings above. These were held by a thick garter belt that skirted the top of the woman’s shaven pubic area which was as bare as hers.



Four inches of voluptuous midriff gave way to a corset of black leather straps in a fishnet arrangement, cradling her large breasts. Her big dark nipples, already erect, poked through. Black lipstick adorned her mouth and the top half of her face was covered by a feline mask. Hanging over a finger of her right hand was a leather strapped ball gag which she toyed with as she approached.



The feeling in Tanya’s gut had switched from defiance to vulnerability in an instant and a heat began to build in her vagina. She noticed her own breathing become deeper and faster and she concentrated hard trying to control it.



“Get away from me you fucking slag!” she shouted and the chain of her right ankle tightened as she thrashed out an ineffective kick.



Sarah circled to her rear and Tanya slammed her lips shut to prevent the insertion of the ball, but that was already falling to the floor as the tape Tanya had not seen was slapped across her perfect mouth and pressed home to make an impenetrable seal.



Sarah now slowly and gently raked her finger nails across Tanya’s belly and ribs as the helpless girl raved unintelligibly behind the tape.



“Get away from you?” asked Sarah. “My darling, by the time I’ve finished with you you’ll be lapping my twat like a randy teenager.”



Tanya squeezed her eyes tight closed in an attempt to get the image out of her mind but it just grew larger and larger and the heat in her began to swell. As her fingers made contact with those tiny nipples Sarah was pleased to feel that they had tightened nicely and with a little tweak she decided to move on.



She took the crop from its hook and stood in front of the helpless girl. Tanya’s eyes now told of the fear she was experiencing at the unexpected development in the shape of Sarah, but Sarah was not about to let her off lightly.



“You, slut, have been rude to Mr Frenum and I. Far too rude and now it will be my pleasure to make you pay the price. But before I do so I think that you are much too comfortable there, it’s almost like sitting in an armchair. Mr Frenum, the remote please.”



John tossed her the remote control for the winches and Sarah began to haul up on Tanya’s wrists. Tanya was lifted into the air with her weight completely on her arms and her legs spread out tight. The tension in her glorious little body was a delight to the eyes and her face had lost all traces of defiance.



Standing to her side Sarah thrashed the crop at Tanya’s pert arse and the poor girl let out a muffled yell as it struck home. Driven on by her own rising excitement Sarah whipped her a further five times on her buttocks and legs, taking her time between the blows to ensure that Tanya was able to contemplate each one in turn.



She then moved around to the front and Tanya’s eyes widened as she finally used the crop in an upward motion on her poor, exposed pussy. They were not hard blows but the sting of them felt like fire to her sensitive, swollen genitals and the fact that she was absolutely powerless to defend herself against them drove her wild. Tanya had never been so turned on, she was utterly desperate for her clit to be gently massaged, her vagina to be filled.



The remote was used again and she was allowed to make contact with the floor. Sarah ran the crop across her breasts, gently flicking the hard nipples.



“I’m going to fuck you, you know that don’t you?” she said.



Tanya just stared at her, hating the thoughts that were going through her own mind; she desperately wanted Sarah to fuck her right now.



Striking the outside of Tanya’s left hip hard with the whip Sarah repeated her question in a raised voice. Tanya jerked and nodded rapidly while a short, repeated, muffled sound came from behind the tape. Sarah then looked down at Tanya’s moist, swelling cleft and, gently lifting the crop to it, she rubbed its leather strap back and forth, working it in between her lips.



Tanya groaned and moved her hips, riding the strap and increasing its penetration but Sarah soon removed it and drew it to her own nose.



“Ahhhhhh, sweet young virgin. I’m going to ride you my darling; like breaking in a Mustang.”



Sarah then looked at John and he knew what she wanted. He went across to the racks and wheeled an apparatus that looked like a vaulting horse into a position immediately behind Tanya. It was a thick padded plank a foot wide, about three feet long and it stood about three feet high on adjustable legs.



Chains were pulled out of the floor on the opposite side of the horse from where Tanya was standing and these were fastened to her wrist cuffs. Using the remote Sarah began to shorten the new chains as those from the ceiling grew longer. Tanya began to try to shout out and twisted and yanked as best she could but the action of the chains were not to be resisted.



Thirty seconds later she was totally immobilised, stretched over the horse backwards in an exaggerated crab position. Sarah had taken some delight in watching the petulant brat being drawn into this uncomfortable position but now she left her for a moment to go to the racks.



Placing the crop on its hook she took down the flogger and returned to Tanya. She teasingly dangled it on her face for a few moments before raising it and bringing it down smartly on her left breast. Tanya was unable to make any movement at all in reaction to the stinging pain but the crimson mark and the anguish of her cry left no doubt as to the effectiveness of the weapon.



Sarah lashed at her right breast now and it was then that she noticed that she had begun unconsciously to finger her own clit as she dealt out the punishment. She was high on lust and she decided to make good on a promise.



Firstly she had to make sure that her control over the bitch was complete. Bending down towards Tanya’s face Sarah put her finger up to her mouth in a ‘Hush’ motion. She then rapidly tore the tape from her mouth and Tanya stayed obediently silent.



“Very good, very good” said Sarah and without giving any instruction she got onto all fours and introduced her massively swollen pussy to Tanya’s mouth.



She had been waiting for this moment since the very second she slapped eyes on the sensual form of Sarah and now her tongue darted over her distended clitoris and between her labia with the enthusiasm of a rampant, virgin lesbian.



Sarah was enjoying the venture into sexual regions she had not explored before too. Especially the dominance, and having this little whore do her filthy bidding was bringing her to a spectacular orgasm. Tanya worked harder and harder as she felt her mistress approaching climax and both women cried out loud when it came, cascades of love juice flowing across Tanya’s face.



Standing now, Sarah could not help but wonder what it was going feel like to finger another woman, she knew that forcing one to give her pleasure had been a fantastic turn on but now it was time to explore some more. Teasingly walking her fingers along Tanya’s body Sarah reached her hips and then slowly moved towards her swollen, gaping, vagina.



Using the flat of her hand she rubbed above her clit and Tanya let out a relieved “Yes!!!!” but the hand was immediately withdrawn.



Sarah strutted back to where Tanya’s head was held two feet off the ground. Taking her nipples between the fingers and thumbs of both hands she twisted them gently, but then applied a little more pressure.



“I’m your Mistress, slut, I can give pleasure and I can give you pain. Now, what did you say to me?”



“Yes……. Mistress?” said Tanya, keen to avoid Sarah’s displeasure.



Sarah rose again and retuned to Tanya’s pouting cleft, immediately inserting two fingers as deep as she could.



“Yes Mistress, yes Mistress” cried Tanya. She tried to move her hips but her confinement was just too strong.



Finding her G spot and thrilled by the warm wetness within her pussy Sarah worked harder, inserting two more fingers and stimulating her massively distended clit with her other hand. Tanya gave up trying to move her hips and the chains on her ankles went tighter as spasms ran through her legs.



Sarah could not believe the pleasure she found in forcing her slut towards orgasm. The joy of commanding her body flooded through her and she worked like an artist. With one final, “Yes Mistress!!” Sarah’s hand was awash with Tanya’s beautiful juices.



Not only relieved that she had finally cum Tanya now felt the relief from the discomfort of the vaulting horse as the chains began to haul her back into a standing position and then those on her wrists were mercifully lengthened to allow her arms to relax.



Sarah came to stand in front of her and toyed with her own nipples with the tips of her index fingers, delighting in the obvious desire she was able to raise in Tanya. She closed to within a foot and, putting her left hand behind Tanya’s neck tilted her head and drew open her mouth. As she pulled Tanya slowly towards her she too opened her mouth and they began to kiss more passionately than they had ever kissed anyone before.



Both women had full, soft, hot lips and their tongues danced an erotic and joyous dance of lust. The heat of each other’s breath searing their faces as the excitement tearing through their bodies caused them to gasp for air.



Tanya was free at last; free to admit to herself that she wanted to be with a woman, to enjoy being dominated by a woman. Sarah had found a devil inside her, one she knew could lead her to greater pleasures than she had ever known, if she could avoid it leading to her destruction.



Tanya was desperate to feel Sarah’s arousal with her own hands and her chains jangled loudly as she fought a hopeless fight with them trying to reach her Mistresses labia. Sarah’s devil responded.



She stepped back from Tanya.



“You don’t touch your Mistress without permission, slut” she said, ominously, and turned to John.



He came across to Tanya with a strange contraption in his hands. It was a metal bar about three feet long which had a large hoop at one end and a somewhat smaller one at the other.



He stood behind her and fastened the large loop, a sturdy leather strap, around her neck; the bar hung down her back. The chains on her wrists were detached for a few seconds and passed through the metal loop at the opposite end of the bar and then once again locked onto her wrists. Still comfortable Tanya did not understand how the devise would work.



Eager to demonstrate Sarah began to shorten the chains and Tanya soon realised that her hands were being pulled to the rear. With them drawn fully behind her and her arms straight as a rod the bar began to rise and the action caused Tanya’s head to begin to bow down, further and further until finally her hands were stretched high in the air and her body was bent forwards at the waist more than ninety degrees, her legs locked straight by the lifting action.



Satisfied that her little whore was suitably positioned Sarah approached the racks. Tanya tried to see what she was doing but she was out of her view, for quite some time. At last she saw her making her way back across. It was now clear what Sarah had been doing; she had an enormous strap on cock proudly displaying its nine inch length and seven inch girth at her hips.



The strap running between her legs held an electronic probe that sat inside her and discharged a glorious shower of electrical pulses to her G spot as her hips pushed forward on the dildo and its base vibrated on her clit. It was the very best of woman fuckers.



Sarah paraded the massive member in Tanya’s face and said “I told you I was going to fuck you didn’t I?”



Her school’s worst prick tease by a very long way Tanya had, surprisingly, been a virgin until she met Gary. He was the only man she had been with and he was not equipped with anything like the monster on Sarah.



“Please Mistress, no!” she pleaded.



But Sarah was in no mood to comply with the begging of a helpless, attractive woman. Standing behind her she parted her lips and worked the head of the enormous dildo into the entrance of her saturated vagina.



Tanya gasped with the pain and sweat beaded on her brow as Sarah slowly forced the cruel instrument home, stretching her as never before. Eventually, to Sarah’s delight the vibrating base of the cock was all she could see as Tanya’s pussy had reluctantly accepted its huge mass.



And then the fucking began. Withdrawing and entering, withdrawing and entering slowly at first, then faster and faster, Sarah watching with joy as the massive member slid in and out of the tight pussy at an ever greater rate, the base slamming into her pink flesh, her scent filling the air, and the bullet within Sarah sending cascades of glorious electricity through her pussy.



Tanya closed her eyes and concentrated on the pain and ecstasy of her position, dominated and fucked by a woman with huge, firm tits and she wondered if she could ever be satisfied any other way. Sarah began to come and, thrusting with even greater vigour she slapped at Tanya’s beautiful arse and the two women climaxed long and hard in unison.

Ma’am felt i had been trained well enough to be taken out in public. I picked Her up and drove to the industrial side of town. Here in an old warehouse behind a blue door was a discreet club. This club was open to the BDSM/swingers lifestyle. I was to be introduced to the community.



I had helped Ma’am dress earlier. She chose a lacy bra that accented Her large breast, a loose blouse of creamy white,Her crotchless pantyhose,and a short skirt. She wore Her short boots that i had shined for Her. I felt proud and horny. She looked so sexy and She was wearing the shoes i had shined. The crotchless pantyhose made me hopeful i would get to please Her tonight. Maybe i could show the community how well She had trained me in pleasing Her. I was giddy.



I carried the toy bag. I opened the door for Her and watched Her sexy ass go in before me. Since i was new, She vouched for me and i paid the entrance fee for U/us both. The room was large and dim. I saw a St. Andrew’s Cross, several spanking benches, a rope bed, a Spider Web, a whipping post,and a stock. I was like a kid in a toy store. I wanted to run to each piece of equipment and touch it to make sure it was real. The other side of the room had several chairs,couches,and tables. A large screen showed porno films. A live band played off in the distance. Light rock music drifted through the air with a heavy bass. The bass helped to keep rhythm for the Dom/Dommes as they played their subs on the equipment.



“Uhmp uhmp” She cleared Her throat and got my attention.



I blushed at forgetting myself. I dropped to my knees. I removed my collar Ma’am had given me during training and bowing my head offered up to Her the collar. She took the collar and fastened it around my neck. My dick hardened.



SMACK across the face.



“I know you are new to the club,but let’s not forget your training. I will turn around and leave rather than be embarrassed.” She warned me.



“YES Ma’am” i replied.



She walked off and i followed. W/we toured the dungeon area watching various scenes. I saw mostly female submissives and strong sexy Doms. There were a few subby bois with their hot Doms. I seemed to be the only male sub with a Domme. Lucky me! Ma’am seemed to enjoy the whipping scene. The Dom was “painting” a picture on the subs back with His single tail. He was very talented. I hoped it would soon be my turn to be beaten by my Domme.



W/we had spent alot of time together. She had trained me in BDSM and in pleasing Her sexually. I felt O/our relationship was growing. I was thinking about asking Her to make O/our relationship known in the vanilla world. I had found the perfect woman. The woman i could spend the rest of my life with. W/we liked the same music,food,movies,etc. Not to mention BDSM. I was smiling ear to ear.



“The equipment is too busy right now. Besides i have other plans for you tonight.” She cooed.



W/we walked over to the couches. She sat on the couch with me at Her feet. The short skirt rode up and i could see Her stocking covered thighs. I got excited knowing that just a little farther up was Her sexy,tasty,pussy. She kicked me and told me to get Her a drink. I found the bar and got Her a drink. My throat was dry from the excitement but She hadn’t told me to get one for me so i just got the one. I brought it to Her and presented it as i had been taught.



“Are you thirsty? you may get a drink” She told me.



I headed back to the bar but got called back.



“Where do you think your going? the subs trough is over there. And i think you need to crawl.” She scolded me.



I looked in the direction she pointed and saw a large metal trough with a couple of woman lapping up water like dogs. I blushed but crawled to the trough and got a drink of water. I crawled back to Her feet humbled.



W/we watched the porno on the screen but i noticed Ma’am was looking around at the people. I saw Her face light up with glee. She was looking at a man in a chair about ten feet away with his back to us. I was a little jealous. She is my Domme.



“Do you see that man over there? The one in the chair. Go ask him if his name is Hank. If it is,ask him to come here. Be polite and respectful as i taught you.” she told me.



I crawled over to him and bowed as She had taught me. When He acknowledged me i relayed Her question and request. He walked over to Her as i crawled behind. They exchanged warm greetings and kisses. I blushed as everyone was watching. He sit next to Her and chatted. One hand was on Her knee the other around Her waist. They started whispering and giggled.



“Slut. This is Hank. He is a real man unlike you. He has a dick unlike that little Veinna sausage you have. Tonight i will be fucked properly and you will watch and maybe learn something. Hank stand up and let this slut get you ready” She said.



Hank stood his crotch in my face. I unzipped His pants. I unbuttoned His pants. The monster that popped out shocked me. Soft it was longer and thicker than i ever was. It looked like something out of a porno film. I was just starring open mouthed. He grabbed my head and pushed His dick into my open mouth. It filled my mouth even though it was soft. As it got harder less and less would fit in my mouth. He face fucked my mouth gagging me. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about all the people watching me get pounded by this huge cock. I opened my eyes and looked at Ma’am. She was rubbing her pussy watching the scene.



“Don’t waste that sweet cum on that tiny dicked whore. I want to feel you squirt all of it in me.” She told him.



She got up and bent over me. She had Her arms on my shoulders. Her head next to mine. Her ass up in the air towards Him. Her skirt up around Her waist with Her cunt exposed for Him. He lined up His massive pole with Her wet cunt. She grunted as He started to work the same dick in Her cunt that had been in my mouth earlier. She bit on my earlobe. I could hear Her whimper as He sunk deeper and deeper. I felt Her push down on my shoulders with each push. I started to cry quietly. The woman i considered my Domme was being fuck right in front of me by a man with a dick i could never compete with.



“Aw Yes now this is a real fuck. Not like your silly attempts. Oh Hank fuck me fuck me. I needed this. You are filling me like i really want to be filled. Harder. I have a good support here. Pound it into me.” She yells.



A small group circles us to see Her get fucked and me humiliated. My dick was sticking straight out. I almost cum without touching it. She stiffens and He stops pounding. He is filling Her with His cum. They stay in position resting. He pulls out with a popping sound and collapses on the couch. She leans on me and catches Her breath.



“Lay down my pet” She rasp



I lay on the floor and She covers my face with Her well fucked pussy. I’m then told to “lick Her clean and don’t miss a drop of this sweet creampie.” I lick and suck. I am surprised at the large amount of cum that fills my mouth. I gulp and lock my lips on Her hole to get more. I lick Her until She cums twice more. Each time more cum comes out. I feel my cock explode. I came thinking of sucking up their mixed cum.



She gets up and sits on the couch resting.



“boy you ain’t done yet. Come clean up my cock” Hank bellows.



I obey. I lick up one side of His huge cock and down the other. I move to His shaved balls with His direction licking up a few drops of stray cum. I then hug Ma’am’s leg and pout. thinking about the night’s events. I was full of mixed emotions.



“There, there my pet. you are now not just my sub but also my cuckold. I know you liked it as i saw you came. You knew you have a little cock. You didn’t expect Me to never have a real dick again did you? You will always be my cuck. You will clean up after a real man fucks me. You will service Him as He wishes. You will take care of my needs around the house and anything else i need. Men like Hank will take care of my needs sexually and you will take care of all my other needs. Okay?” She told me.



I looked up at Her and smiled feeling loved and exactly in the right spot.

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