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The Daddy-Dom is about security, not age. Though the names are changed, this is a hopeful, heartfelt outpouring of what I hope will happen when Daddy finally gets here. It’s a rarity that I write about something that is less than out-there-fantasy and I love this story. I hope you do too.
The pain from bite on her throat zipped down her spinal cord like an electric jolt and vibrated over her clit. Arousal clenched all the wee muscles in her core as fluid gushed. She lowered herself even further on his huge cock, stretching her ass wider. The sting of the bite drowned the fiery burn of little used muscles being pushed past their limits. Her head dropped back as she fought to maintain control of her body and let herself adjust to his girth.
It was the third time in eight hours he’d been inside her.
The first time…
Jessica opened the door to see him standing there, filling the entire doorway. Seven years had passed since their last encounter. Matching grins creased their faces a split second before she’d launched herself at him. She kissed him until she could feel his entire ten and a half inch cock pressed against her belly, hard as a rock. They’d barely gotten the door closed and locked before she was tearing at his clothes.
Steve decided to remind her who was in charge. He tossed her up against the wall and slid one hand down her body, his other holding her lightly by her throat. Her fingers stilled then dropped to her hips to help him push the capris and panties down. His hand dipped between her legs and slid through the slickness of her to find her heated core. He groaned into her mouth as he found her soaked and ready.
Her clothes slid to her ankles and she stepped out of them as he dragged her to the couch and pushed her face first over the back of it. Steve pulled himself free of his jeans, kicked her ankles apart and eased his way into her. Jessica writhed as her body, tight and closed after years of nothing but slim dildos, spread open with difficulty to accept a cock that was almost as fat as a pop can.
Finally he was buried inside of her. Both of them shuddered as he stopped and stood there a moment. She knew then, with absolute certainty that he was her One, that there’d never truly been anyone else. He knew it too; this was where he belonged, with this girl wrapping him up in her love.
He grinned and slapped her ass, enjoying the ripples as her flesh moved under the impact and a red imprint of his hand formed. “Hello, my lover, I’m Home.”
Jessica could hear the capital H in his voice and she grinned as she folded her arms to support her head on the seat of the fluffy, slightly overstuffed couch. “Hi Daddy.” She tightened her muscles around his cock and was rewarded with a moan.
“Naughty girl.” He slapped her again and pulled back, almost all the way out. Then he slid back in, grinding his teeth to keep from driving into her with this second stroke. He was almost buried in her again when she whimpered and wriggled, teasing every inch of him with that slick heat gripping him so tightly. He was buried once more and inching back out, his fingers digging into her hips so hard his nail beds were white, when she made the I’m-going-to-cum noise and her pussy flooded with hot juices.
“Oh no, not yet. You don’t cum until I say so.” He pulled out then slammed in hard.
Jessica whimpered at his words. “Yes Daddy.” He bottomed out when he slide home and she yelped. The sharp pain dissolved the moment he moved again. He started fucking her with short strokes, using half his cock, in order to rub the crown against her g-spot over and over. She writhed, the fingers of one hand going to her clit.
Steve drove home then stopped moving and bent over her. He wrapped one hand around her throat and pulled her head up. As he savaged her mouth with a searing kiss he braced himself with the other hand and moved his hips again. Small but strong strokes pounded her. He swallowed her cries of pleasure for a moment then decided he wanted to hear them.
He stood, gripped her hip with one hand and the opposite shoulder with the other and fucked her hard. When he could feel his balls start to tighten up he ground his teeth to hold on to his control and spoke through them. “Cum Jessica, cum all over my cock. Now!”
At his words, Jessica released the iron grip she’d had on her orgasm and growled. Her pussy gripped him tight as she pinched her clit and revelled in all that was her Daddy. The first orgasm crashed through her, ripping down walls and blowing up her defences. She sobbed as the second one washed through in a healing wave.
The third took Steve by surprise. Her body bucked back against him and he lost control and roared as his orgasm was torn from him. It pulsed through his cock, splashing her insides with wave after wave of cum. Their fluids slthered down her legs as they both dropped forward over the back of the couch. When Steve realized he was crushing his girl he stood up and slid out of her. Their pleasure gushed from her, splashing her inner thighs and dripping on the floor.
Jessica giggled. “Hi Daddy.”
“Hello Jess-i-ca.” Steve drawled out her name in the way that made her grin. “Don’t suppose you have lunch ready?” He helped her stand, catching her when her legs wobbled.
“Almost, just have to cook the chicken.” She made a little face as the cum began to dry. “May I clean up first, please?”
Steve considered the matter; he liked his pleasure dripping from her. He also wanted her naked but hot oil splatter on breasts didn’t work anymore than trails of cum on the floor. “You may, little honey, but you had better only put a t-shirt on.”
“Yes Daddy.” She hurried off as fast as the wobbly legs could take her and disappeared into the bathroom.
Steve sat on the couch, his cock limp against his jeans. He wriggled out of them and decided to wash up as soon as she was done. He looked around her apartment, nodding at the pale yellow walls, smiling at the pictures of her family all over the place. He got up to look at the oil paintings then studied the huge library of movies. When he heard the bathroom door open he turned just in time to see a flash of pale flesh.
Jessica put on a soft cotton sleep shirt, one that just barely covered her ass, then hurried into the kitchen. She pulled the marinating chicken out and heated the oil in the pan. While she was cooking she lost herself in the feelings of her pussy twitching as it tried to come to terms with the size of her Daddy’s cock. Even this long after, she was still feeling the stretch.
Steve came back out to find her standing over the stove, feet apart, slightly wider than her shoulders, metal tongs in one hand as she turned the chicken breasts. He admired the long length of her legs. His girl was tall, at almost 5’9″ but she was still small to him. He loved the bit of weight life, children and age had put on her. He liked the small lines around her eyes, the laugh lines at her mouth. He adored the strands of silver in her hair. She was his and to him she was perfect in all her complications and curves.
Jessica studied the big man while they ate. He’d started shaving his head a few years before their reunion and she liked it. She’d never known him with a lot of hair anyway. He was sitting there shirtless and she wanted nothing more than to rub her face on his furry chest. Her big bear of a Daddy towered over her at 6’7″ and she loved it. She felt small and safe. He was sixteen years older than her and that’s one reason he was Daddy. The other was that he’d always taken care of her. It was as simple as that. She didn’t need to regress to be his little girl, it was just fact and as natural as breathing. To her, he was perfect.
“Do you want to take a nap when we’re done, Daddy?”
“Yes, I think so. That last drive was a long one.” He took a drink of the ice water and studied his empty plate. “This was very good, honey. Thank you for cooking for me.” He’d watched her set the table, placing each piece just so on the place mats she’d purchased in Niagara Falls. He’d been astounded when she had put his drink and plate on a tray, stripped her shirt and picked up the tray.
His little girl had knelt beside him and set the tray on the floor to her right. She’d spread her thighs and straightened her back then picked up his drink. She’d pressed the glass lightly to her core, shivering at the chill, then slid it up her body to her heart where she’d paused, closed her eyes and said something under her breath. He had watched as she lifted the glass to her mouth and kissed the rim before lifting it to him, one hand under the base as the other held it steady.
“Your drink Daddy,” she’d said, “may it refresh you and slake the thirst acquired on your journey.” She’d held it there until he took it. Then she had picked up his plate and lifted it over her head too. “Your lunch. Your girl hopes it eases your hunger and that it pleases your tongue as much as it pleased me to cook it for you.”
Again she’d held the object until he took it from her. Then she had stayed there on her knees until he told her to get up. Only then did she put her shirt back on and sit down to eat her lunch.
Afterwards, she cleared the table and started the dishes. He watched her for a long moment, thinking, then his eyes strayed down her legs and back up again, lingering at the frayed hem of the tee as it brushed against her with every movement.
Unbelievably, he felt his cock harden again.
The second time…
Jessica squeaked as she was snatched from behind. Arms locked around her waist and a hard cock pressed into her back. His huge hands cupped her heavy breasts as she watched. She was amazed how her double-Ds turned into itty bitty titties in his hands. Then he pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger and she forgot to think anymore. Her head dropped back against his chest and she twisted it slightly, offering her mouth for his kisses as she blindly reached out to turn the water off.
She was gratified when he took her mouth hard. His tongue plundered her mouth and she sucked on it. He groaned and the sound filled her with a smug, heady arousal; she knew that only she made him this hot, that it’d always been her, just as he’d always been the only one for her. The Goddess knew she’d tried to forget him, he was out of her reach, but something would always bring him to mind within days of her managing to put him in a closet in her mind. It would always take weeks to get him back into that closet again, sometimes months.
Jessica turned in his arms and slid her hands over his chest. One hand curled around the back of his neck while the other slipped down his belly until she could wrap her fingers around his cock. He was hard, ready for her, and by the rasp of his breathing, he wanted to be in her just as much as she wanted him in her.
Both hands went behind her and she hopped up onto the counter, breaking the kiss. She stared at him with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, revelling in the look of love and lust on his face, and wrapped her legs around his waist. She locked her ankles and pulled him close. He wrapped one big hand around his erection and guided it into her. Then he drove in deep so hard she slammed into the cupboards with first her shoulders then her head.
Steve reached up and cradled her head in one hand as he bent to nibble her ear. She tightened her legs around his waist and rocked her hips towards him. Jessica gloried in the groan of need she got from him then gasped in the next breath as he pulled out and slammed into her again.
Once again she turned her mouth up, offering it to him. As she kissed him and he kissed her she had a fleeting thought about the strange duet they had going on. They were fucking each other hard with their bodies but they made love with their mouths. All the years they’d loved each other were poured into that kiss. They stole each other’s breath and gave it back over and over. They melted into each other, one heart, one mind, one soul.
As his hips moved like pistons, fucking her as hard as he could, the cupboard doors banged and punctuated each stroke. Jessica was sure that she was going to end up with bruises across her shoulder blades but she simply didn’t give a damn. She fucked him back as hard as she was able. Her nails dragged up his back as her first orgasm hit, marking him as hers. She screamed into his mouth and he laughed in delight, tearing his mouth from her so he could watch her face.
Jessica forced her eyes open so she could watch him as his pleasure peaked. He dropped his hands to her hips and thrust harder as his balls tightened again and the orgasm was torn from some place deep inside him. Her head hit the cupboard again as he slammed into her one last time. She didn’t care. She watched him cum, each pulse of his orgasm triggering another one of hers and wringing cries from her throat.
He rested his forehead on the cupboard door, so close she could feel his breath on her neck. She stroked his sweaty body with her fingertips.
“This moment, right now, right here, this is what all the mistakes I’ve made, everything we’ve been through as led to. This is where I belong.”
Steve lifted his head and searched her face for the truth of her words. When he found it he smiled and stepped back, pulling from her reluctantly and dragging a gasp from both of them.
“Well, little girl, I’m home now. The past is done and gone.” He held his hand out to her and led her to the bedroom. Which in turn led to…
The third time…
The bite on her throat zipped down her spinal cord like an electric jolt and vibrated over her clit. Arousal clenched all the wee muscles in her core as fluid gushed. She lowered herself even further on his huge cock, stretching her ass wider. The sting of the bite drowned the fiery burn of little used muscles being pushed past their limits. Her head dropped back as she fought to maintain control of her body and let herself adjust to his girth.
Steve left a mark on her throat to match the ones on her breasts. He groaned. “Baby, I don’t know how much more I can take. You’re too tight.”
Jessica was barely able to speak. They’d gotten to this point after hours of petting that moved into light bondage that graduated into spanking that became experimenting with her canes. She was deep in subspace and barely coherent. She was open, pliant and willing to do anything to please him. She forced the words from her mind to her lips as she lowered herself further. “Please Daddy…just a little more.”
Steve surprised himself with the growl that formed deep in his chest. He had a primal urge to force her down over his cock. His fingers dug into her, one hand in her hair, tightening until she gasped in pain. The other hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave bruises. “Come on baby.” This was new to him too, no woman had ever been …he didn’t know… brave enough before. She was so tight around him he felt like she was milking him.
Jessica was all about the sensations. The tearing pain as he pulled her hair allowed her to drop another inch and it just fuelled her arousal. His fingers in her hip were a mark of possession to the mind so far gone with her need to serve and be pleasing. It too fuelled her arousal. The growl almost made her cum. The headspace she was in was animal, primitive. She opened her eyes and stared at him as she relaxed her thighs and dropped down on him until she was settled deep in his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried to the hilt in her ass.
Both of them shuddered in reaction. He released her hair and put his hand on her chest, pushing her back until she was braced on her arms. He ran his hand down the middle of her body until he brushed his thumb over her clit. She gasped and jerked then decided she liked that feeling and moved her hips. Steve reached for the little pocket rocket and turned it on.
With one hand splayed over her pelvis, guiding her even as he let her set the rhythm, he held her in place. With the other one he pressed the vibrator to her, just above her clit. Her instant response gratified him. Her back arched and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her rhythm faltered. He groaned as her ass tightened on his cock, nearly losing control. He needed one more thing from her.
“Cum for me little girl.” He pressed the vibe directly to her clit and rolled it back and forth a little. She reacted immediately. A long wordless wail burst from her as he forced an orgasm from her. Fluids gushed over his pelvis as she rode his cock, her ass tightening around him over and over. He ground his teeth together and tried to get one more from her before he let go.
It almost worked. Steve rolled the vibe over her clit one more time and as she bucked, screaming, his orgasm was ripped from him. With each throb, she came again. His lap was soaked by the time he dragged his hand away from her. He caught her just before she tumbled backwards. Cradling her against his chest he rolled them onto his back, gratified when she moved her legs, leaving his cock buried in her until it softened.
Jessica stirred just enough to say, “Welcome home Daddy.”
The following is a fictional story from the mind of a bisexual male.
So I’d been sucking this guy I met on an online cruising site for a couple months. Six foot, well built, dark hair, and dark eyes with a long, thick cock he loved jamming into the back of my throat. I’m a submissive cocksucker by nature so he’d come by whenever he was horny and use me. I texted him my schedule, so he knew where I was at all times. When I was at home, he’d show up unannounced and ring my doorbell. I’d let him in, close the door, drop to my knees, and within seconds I’d have my mouth filled with his cock. He’d grab me by the hair and drag me all over the living room, fucking my face in different positions.
If I was at work or out at a movie or family gathering, he’d drive and park someplace close but without a lot of people around. He’d text me, I’d excuse myself and I’d come out to his truck and I’d climb in and suck his dick as he sat in the passenger’s seat. Sometimes he’d even come into the theater or park I was at and text me a command to go into the restroom or woods there and I’d suck him off that way. One time, when I was working late and no one else was at the office, he came by my work and I sucked him off in my office.
He completely and totally owned me. My mouth and throat were his to pleasure himself with. I belonged to him and I always hungered for his cock to fill my throat.
So one Saturday we decided to try a new venue: the porn theater at my local adult store. I’d never been there, but I told my Master that I was curious about it and we agreed to go there and I’d suck him in one of the private viewing rooms they advertise.
We met in the parking lot and went in and paid for our tickets separately. He went in as I paid for myself and he waited for me at the door. He firmly held my arm as we walked down the hall, reminding me he was in control. We parted the curtains to the dark theater and the sight and sound of a blonde woman sucking a large cock greeted us on the giant flat screen television in the theater. We stood there and watched the movie for a few minutes as our eyes adjusted to the stark darkness.
I began to be able to make out several black leather love seats situated all over the theater and several men sitting on them, while a couple others stood in the back. My Master pulled me to an empty one and we sat down. The blowjob in the movie had gotten harder, the woman was gagging and drool ran down her face as the guy shoved his hard, erect penis deeper and deeper into her mouth. I licked my lips.
My Master asked “You want that don’t you, fagot?”
“I’ll be right back.”
He got up and left to rent the private room. I looked back and I could see two doors to private rooms both with windows that had blinds open, revealing a love seat and big screen TV in each. I also noticed the men in there. None of them were doing anything and I couldn’t see the bulges in their pants very well, so I had to imagine their cocks. And I did. I’ve never told Master this, but I wasn’t just a slave to his cock. I loved cock period. I glanced behind at the tall muscular bald black guy standing in the back. I bet he would have loved to have his cock fill my mouth. The fatter guy with the big belly sitting in the love seat near him, I wanted him too. I bet his cock was nice and thick. And the even old man, probably in his 70s or 80s in the love seat beside me, I bet I could get his cock hard and cumming inside my mouth. I wanted all of them, I wanted to shove every cock in that room in my mouth. I wanted to be every man’s cumslut.
My Master returned, grabbed my arm, and pulled me up.
“Come on,” he commanded.
All the guys looked at us as we went into the private room and shut the door. My Master closed blinds and sat down on the love seat. It was a tiny room. The TV, which was playing the same movie with the gagging blonde, was about five feet from the love seat and the blinds and door were within arm’s length of it. He let go of my arm and sat down. The light from the TV highlighted the delicious, massive erection forming in his shorts.
“Drop to your knees and strip, fagot!”
I anxiously took off my socks and shoes and then threw off my shirt and shorts. I had no underwear, so I was completely naked now as I kneeled before him. He grabbed my head and shoved it unto his crotch. I mouthed his hard dick through his pants as he moaned. I put my warm hungry mouth over it, licking it though his shorts until they were soaked with my saliva.
He unzipped his shorts and threw them off revealing his massive fuck tool. I craved it so bad as I sat there on my knees. He harshly grabbed my head and thrust his dick into my open, hungry mouth. He held my head firmly in place as he wildly thrust his massive cock into my mouth over and over. I choked, I gagged. My saliva dripped out of my mouth. I just closed my eyes and felt his cock go deeper into my throat with each thrust of his hips. He fucked my mouth like it was a pussy. He used me just like the whore in the movie was getting used. I was in heaven.
As he facefucked me he would yell at me:
“You like that cocksucker?! You like choking on my cock?”
All I could do was try to moan something that sounded like “yes” in between my gags.
Then he thrust it deep and yelled “Yes! Take it” and I could feel stream after stream of cum hit the back of my throat. I sucked all his cum for a couple minutes before he took his cock out of my mouth and rubbed it against my face.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said with a big grin as I felt his hard wet cock rub against my cheek.
“Good, so did they,” he said.
I suddenly opened my eyes and looked over. The blinds were open! It was hard to see in the dark, but it looked like several guys, if not all of them, were gathered around the window looking in! I was shocked. I was horrified. I was naked on my knees. I had just sucked a cock in front of a room full of people, and I didn’t know what to do.
He grabbed my hair and looked me in the eye.
“You liked them watching, didn’t you? You liked entertaining them like the whore are?”
My shock wore off and I remembered I belonged to my Master. If he wanted others to watch as he used me then that was part of my purpose as his slave. Suddenly I realized that I was very turned on by the exhibitionism. I felt more in my Master’s power than ever before.
“Yes! I loved it!” I yelled back.
He then pulled my head down so my eyes were on his still hard cock.
“Good. I command you to let them use you like I do.”
“What?” I was shocked my Master would give me to others, much less complete strangers.
“If you want my cock, you’ll do it. You’ll let them use you. We agreed you’d do whatever I want didn’t we, slave?”
As I looked at his cock all my hesitation and fear faded. I was his. His to use. His to abuse. His to give away. I was his slave and now, at his command, I was the whore of every man in that room.
“Yes, Master!” I screamed.
I glanced up and saw him smile as he opened the door.
“Stay on your knees!” he commanded as he dragged me out by my hair. I crawled on my hands and knees him beside like I was his pet. All the guys in the theater were looking at me in wide eyed amazement.
Up close I could see the light catching the bulges in their pants. Some had their hands on the crotch, rubbing their erection. I wanted them all. All in my mouth.
I heard gagging noises from the movie. I think it had moved on to another throat fucking scene with another girl but I couldn’t see it through the men, nor did I want to.
“This is my slave,” my Master declared. “And he wanted to suck all of you at once.”
Anxiously belts were unbuckled, flies were unzipped, and some even threw off their pants and clothes. Immediately three men walked up to me, their naked cocks hanging just inches from my face as I kneeled there, naked at the back of the theater. My Master let go of my hair.
“Suck them!” he commanded.
I devoured the first one on my left, my warm hungry mouth took the length of it in. I could feel it growing inside my mouth, getting harder. I bobbed back and forth on it wildly. It wasn’t quite as big or wide as my Master’s cock, but I sucked it with abandon none the less.
I then felt the next cock rubbing against my right cheek, anxious to feel my hungry mouth on it. I was only too happy to oblige. I pulled back letting the first cock, which was now rock hard, out of my mouth with a trail of saliva going from it to my lips. I wrapped my hand around firmly around that wet, hard cock and stroked it as I consumed the next one. It was shorter but fatter. I took it all the way and stuck out my tongue so I could taste his balls. I sucked him, his thick cock slowly filling my mouth as I wildly stroked the first guy. As I worked the second guy’s newly hard cock with my warm hungry mouth, I felt another cock on top of my head!
The third guy had laid his long cock on my head. It much longer than the other two, which I now both had in my hands as I slowly tilted my back so my face was rubbing the third guy’s long, narrow cock. I licked down up the bottom of his shaft as I pulled back. I could hear him moan and felt him shake a little. Then I slowly began to take the long semi hard cock into my mouth. Slowly my lips devoured the shaft. Then suddenly I felt my Master’s strong hand grab the back of my head and shove me all the way down. I gagged on the long length of the cock as I heard the third man groan. My Master held me there as I chocked on the massive cock until he finally let me up for air.
The guys took a hint and took turns grabbing my head and shoving their cocks down my throat. I had a hard time even keeping track of which cock was which as my head was pulled between them and then shoved on to their cock for a merciless facefucking. Drool was streaming out my mouth. I gagged over and over. They just kept using me. It was wonderful.
As they did this my Master slapped my ass hard a couple times. The tinges of pain further turned me on. He roughly fondled my ass and I felt something wet working it’s way into my ass. I’d seen enough porn to know he was fingering my ass with lube. It felt wonderful. I groaned with pleasure as the cocks filled my mouth. I could feel a second finger go in and then a third.
“Mmmm” I groaned with a cock in my mouth.
“You like feeling me inside you, don’t you slave?” my Master asked.
“Mmmm” was the only response I could give.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me back from their cocks. I was panting, but barely had time to catch my breath before he pulled me to my feet.
“Enough foreplay!” he exclaimed as he walked me forward a couple steps towards the back of an empty love seat and bent my body over the top of it. He held my head down by the hair, the top of the love seat was pushing against my stomach and I could feel his hard cock rub against my ass.
“You want to me to fuck you, don’t you fagot?!”
I was turned on and scared at the time. I’d never had a cock in my ass before but at the moment I really, really wanted it. I couldn’t resist.
“Take me, make me yours!”
And with that he pushed his hard dick in my lubed up hole, forcing himself in me firmly, but slowly. I screamed from the sheer size of the cock that was entering me. It hurt but turned me on at the same time. He pushed it deeper into me.
“You like that don’t you?”
“Yes,” I tried to get out between my groans. Even in the midst of pain, I wasn’t lying. My cock was rock hard, As I felt him get deeper and deeper in, my submission to him was becoming even more total. I was his slave. To use. To fuck. To violate. I belonged completely and totally to him.
I could feel him moving his cock inside me, back and forth. Slowly at first. And then hard and faster. After a bit, the pain lessened and it started to feel good. I was enjoying having his hard dick ram my ass..
“Fuck me!” I yelled back to him.
“Take it, take my cock, slave!” He yelled jamming it harder into me as I yelled in pain and pleasure. My cock was so hard. As I was getting used to the cock pumping inside me, I noticed the guys I gave blow jobs to were stroking their dicks close to my face.
As I moved to my Master’s gyrations, being fucked like the whore I was, I wanted to complete the scene. I needed to take two men at once. I looked up at one of the guys and gave him a look of pure desire and hissed out “Give it to me!” between my groans.
He put his hard cock up to my lips and I devoured it. I could feel him pushing his cock deep into my throat as my Master’s cock pushed deep into my ass. I choked on his cock. He fucked my mouth. I was gagging, choking, drooling all over the place as my Master fucked me.
Then I heard my Master yell and felt stream after stream of warm wet cum shoot into my ass. It was too much for the guy that I was sucking and he sprayed cum into my throat. I was getting cum down my throat and my ass. It was incredible. I sucked the guy’s last drops of cum as my Master pulled out and wiped his last little bit of cum on my ass, marking it as his.
I just stayed there bent over the couch, using my hands to support my myself as I tried to recover from what had just happened. I panted, exhausted, but feeling good.
“It’s not over bitch. Not until ever man in this place cums in you,” my Master said.
I was surprised. I thought it was over. I barely had time to think about it when I felt another cock in my ass. I moaned and another guy grabbed by head and thrust his dick into my mouth.
I moaned as they fucked my face and ass. I could hear my Master laugh, He was enjoying the show. Then I felt another cock slapping the side of my face It was heavy and bigger than all the others. I opened my eyes and saw it was the black guy’s cock. He was now naked and had his cock in his hand. It was every bit as big as I thought it was. It was thick and much longer than anyone else’s in the room. The guy I was sucking pulled out and let the black guy put it in my mouth. He pushed it in as far as it’d go and I choked. I could only get it half way in my mouth but I tried to get more. I wanted to devour it all.
They took turns fucking my face as the third guy kept fucking me. I felt the guy in my ass him shoot his load into me, The guy I’d been sucking then circled around and started plowing away at my ass, leaving my mouth to the massive black cock, which kept thrusting itself into my mouth.
“You like being used, don’t you white boy? said the black stranger.
“Mmmm hmmm” I groaned.
I loved it. Getting used over and over. I just let him choke me repeatedly with his big black dick as the other guy pushed his cock inisde me over and over. Then I felt the cock in my ass cum. I had cum dripping out of my ass.
The black man pulled out of my mouth and he looked at me, smiled, and said, “My turn now.”
He slowly slide his massive cock into my cum soaked fuck hole. I could feel him stretching me as he went deeper and deeper. I groaned. It was so massive. The he began to fuck me, moving back forth inside me. Once I got adjusted to it and started to enjoy the large dick that was inside me, I looked around for another cock to suck.
My Master was standing there watching. Everyone else had cum in me and left, except for the old man. He was leaning on top of a love seat watching me while playing with himself. I motioned to him to come over. He did.
His cock was moderate sized and still not hard. I took into my mouth and felt it start to stiffen. He groaned. I sucked it a little and then let it out of my mouth.
I looked up at him and said, “Use me.”
He then shoved his now hard cock back into my mouth and went nuts facefucking me. He thrust himself into my mouth wildly. I think it turned on the black guy cause he started pounding me harder til he came in my ass with a mighty groan.
The old man pulled out and put his cock on my cheek and stroked it until he shot cum down my cheek. He quickly zipped up and left leaving me with cum dripping down my cheek and out of my ass.
Then my Master came up to me and shoved his hard cock in my face, stroking it fiercely. I took his balls into my mouth and sucked them.
“Do you like that? Did you like being their whore?”
“Mmm hmmm” I moaned sucking his balls.
He then grabbed my hair and held me with his hard dick right in front of my face.
“But you still belong to this! I am your master.”
“Yes Master. I am their whore but I’m your slave. I belong to you. I live to be used by you.”
“Good,” he said as he shot his cum unto me. It plastered my forehead and dripped down my face. It was a perfect ending. He’d turned me into a porn movie slut and I loved it. After he moved away, I could finally see the movie screen and their was an Asian woman choking on a cock.
“Amateur,” I said with a smirk as cum oozed down my face.
I grabbed one of the paper towel rolls that were lying around on the love seats and cleaned up. But as I was wiping Master told me to stop. He was wanted me to leave some cum on my face as his mark. I obeyed and put on my clothes.
He left the store first. And then I walked out, my face was glistening with a thin mask of still moist cum. I’m not sure anyone glanced at me or even knew why my face was wet, but I knew and I couldn’t have been prouder to be my Master’s theater whore.
This is part two of a story. Any questions can probably be cleared up by reading the first part. It was not mentioned during the first story, but even though the story is written in first person, it hasn’t actually happened. This story was originally written for my Master as a fantasy of us, and it was him who inspired me to submit it. I hope you enjoy it as much as we do, and please leave me comments, as we do read them.
I thought it was over. I realize now that that was a stupid assumption. You’d never let me get finish so soon at home, so why should it be any different now? My body has stopped shaking, but my mind is in a totally different place. As we look out on the gallery – you had opened the curtains, but I am unsure when — I notice that there are a lot of different things going on. Some people are just watching, their gazes roaming until they see a particular scene they like, while others are engaged in different activities. There is a hot tub, several private dungeon areas with views out to the public, and a few rooms that are laid out like bedrooms with large windows.
As I watch I suddenly feel you secure straps around my ankles, then my wrists. Suddenly my mind is alert — where had those come from? As I turn I see the tray they’d been brought in on along with the cords laying there. I am curious as to what they are there for, as it’s not something we’ve done before. As you pick up the first cord, you hook it to the ring on the right-hand cuff, followed by hooking the other end to a ring suspended from the ceiling. You do the same with my left. I am barely able to move in either direction, much less sit or kneel. Next you fasten my feet to the floor; I am now spread eagle, for everyone to see. I am glad that my clothes are still on and intact.
“You have been very naughty lately.” You tell me as I hang in place. “I expect better of you.” I am bewildered by this as I have no idea what you are talking about, haven’t I been a good girl? What did I do that upset you? “You want me to tell you what you did?” You ask with a menace in your voice that I am quite familiar with. “Yes, Please” I respond, unsure of how to answer. My knees are shaking and my pussy is once again wet with anticipation. “You mean you don’t know?” you ask, the sound of your voice so forceful that my pussy starts to ache. “No sir.” I reply knowing that more than a mono-syllabic response at this time would be difficult to say as the connection between my brain and mouth has been lost in the confusion of being on display with a dripping cunt. “Well slut, that means you need even more punishment.” The smile on your face is wicked, and my nipples are hard just contemplating what might be in store.
You slowly disrobe me, untying the corset, followed by the halter. As the zipper on the dress comes to a stop, you freeze momentarily as it pools around my calves, and ripping the seam out so it comes away completely you say, “I guess that’s just one more thing you’ll have to fix.” You finish my disrobement by tearing off the thigh-highs, and tossing them on the floor.
I can see everything. Hanging bare, and half suspended, I notice a girl — a sub by the look of her — watching us. Her Mistress is punishing a male sub by keeping him erect, but not allowing him to cum. The girl is transfixed, her eyes watching us closely.
Your focus is completely on me. You start my punishment with just a touch, using your hand to produce small caresses up my buttocks and spine. A soft touch here and there, driving me crazy as my pussy drips hot juices down my thighs. As you reach up and caress my breasts, I notice the sub across the way has begun to touch her-self. She mimics your movements, stroking her butt as you touch mine, pinching her nipples as you squeeze mine.
I am brought back to us as something cold lightly touches my thigh. I can’t see what it is, but it is stiff and smooth. I am nervous, and unsure of what to expect. The object is removed, and soon your hands start to fondle my ass. You very slowly start to play with that hole. It is sensitive, and tight. You work first one, then two fingers in, and as I start to moan with pleasure I notice that the sub across the way is leaning over a chair with her legs spread and her fingers penetrating her ass. Watching her is making me even hotter, and my swollen pussy is throbbing in response to my heightened senses.
I notice that you are now using a lubricant, it is making it easier for your fingers to pump in and out, and I am having a hard time focusing on anything else. Suddenly, in one quick movement your fingers are gone replaced by the cold object, which I now realize is a metal dildo that had been sitting in a bucket of ice.
The pain of this sudden violation makes me scream out, and you spank me to remind me of who is boss. I quiet, shaking in my bonds as my ass seizes from the unwanted intrusion. Now suddenly aware of everything I notice that my screams have brought us to the attention of other curious club-goers, but my favorite is the sub, who seems intrigued, and unaware that she has drawn her mistress’ attention as she continues to fuck her own ass.
Watching them I am reminded once again of my own body. I notice that the pain and humiliation of my recent violation has made my nipples so hard they hurt and my pussy even wetter. As the dildo in my ass starts to warm inside me, my body stops shaking, but just as I’ve gained the power to stand I am reminded that this is punishment as you begin to administer soft whips with a flogger.
Your chosen device is a red leather cat o’ nine with soft broad heavy straps, and a large rounded handle. I know this flogger well; it is one of your favorites. You start, as always, with a barrage of light, petal-like strokes, lightly tapping my ass and back with just the tips of the straps. You are speaking, but my mind has gone fuzzy, I love the feel of the whip, punishing me with its light caresses, showering me with promises of pain and torture.
I can still feel my ass filled with your newest toy, throbbing around it, squeezing it intermittently, as your strokes become harder. I shake in my bonds, my body tensing and releasing with each blow as they become harder and faster. I know the moment that they are hard enough to leave welts on my back and ass, and it is this point that I find my voice, exploding in a chorus with every lash of my punishment. “Yes! Oh, God! Don’t stop! I’m sorry master! Oh! Yes!” After a few short moments, your flagellation ceases and my body slumps in its bonds.
As you carefully sponge my back, softly soothing me with words of encouragement such as “Its ok,” and “It’s done now.” I notice that the sub across the way is still in avid fascination. I’d expected her mistress to have corrected the behavior by now; instead she is riding the male sub’s cock while watching the girl as she uses the handle of the flogger to masturbate while watching us.
You unhook the cords attached to my wrists and ankles, and slowly move me to a long table which you have moved to a position in front of the audience. You lower me onto the cold surface placing a pillow under my head, and several more under my ass to prop it into position. You then secure my hands above my head and my ankles in a position that spreads me wide open at the edge of the table. Using your fingers you quickly bring me to the brink of an orgasm as everyone watches. Just as I am about to cum, you remove your fingers and, slowly rubbing my inner thighs you wait for my body to calm. By turning my head, I can see the girl across the way has not stopped, and she lets out a small scream, and collapses to the floor as her orgasm hits and her cunt squirts cum in several directions as it tries to escape past the handle of the whip in her pussy. Having watched her sub’s display the mistress, who has moved to the male sub’s face to be eaten out, finally has her own release and also collapses to the floor, both women writhing in their bodies’ sudden ecstasy.
Seeing that my own body has calmed from its near orgasm, you begin to use your tongue to explore my throbbing pussy. You begin by slowly licking back and forth along my slit, enticing my clit to swell and swirling your tongue around it each time you reach the sensitive nub. You slowly open my nether lips to your probing tongue as it delves into me. I writhe with pleasure as you probe my cunt; licking first just around it, then into it deeper with each thrust.
“Please Master,” I plead with you breathlessly, “Please, I need your cock!” You seem to take no heed, and wondering if you’d heard me I try a little louder, “Oh! Master! Please I need you to fuck me with your prick!” I can feel you smile, and I know that you heard me, but now I’m desperate, and my voice rushes out in a rather loud shout, “Oh my God Master, Please, Please, Please! Fuck my cunt with your huge cock! I need you to make me your slut! Fuck me now, Please!!”
Without so much as a word you quickly stand and ram my tight, wet pussy with your rock-hard prick; the force of which makes me scream unintelligibly with pleasure. You slowly remove your cock, only to ram it back into my snug little hole eliciting squeaks and moans of pleasure from me.
As your fucking becomes smoother, you begin to taunt me. “You like this don’t you?” you ask, “You love showing the world how slutty you are, don’t you?” “Yes Master.” I reply, softly. “So say it, I want you to tell your audience just how much letting them watch you get fucked turns you on.”
My response is slow, I don’t know how to word it, or if I’m supposed to speak to them, or just tell you loud enough so they can hear, I finally choose the latter. “Oh Master!” I shout, “I feel like such a slut! Oh Yes! I love that all these people are watching you fuck my taut little pussy with your big hard cock. Oh letting them watch as you stretch my pussy, and bang my cunt makes me feel so good! Oh, God! I have to cum! Oh Please Master, Let me cum!”
My speech begins to slur into moans and whimpers as I hold back my orgasm, until finally you give me a nod allowing me to cum. You pull out as my body shakes with its release and positioning yourself over my face, you grab my hair and begin to pump your prick in and out of my awaiting mouth and – just before you cum – you pull out squirting your semen all over my face and tits.
You close the curtains once again, blocking us from view as you unbind me and help me to clean us both up with the sponge and a fresh basin of hot water. Wrapping me in a satin robe, and packing the remains of my outfit and our toys into a bag, you slowly escort me out, and back to the car where you help me in and gingerly strap me into the seat-belt.
As I fall asleep on the way back to your house, it occurs to me, I never did learn what the punishment was for… Oh well, I’m sure it will come to me eventually…
Jackie slowly walked into her trainer’s office. She was 5’7, 23 and had a tight body with long brown hair and 34B tits. She was completely naked swinging her ass how she was taught.
Jackie got on all fours as she walked into Matt’s office, where he was naked. She had just finished her workout with him and had to masturbate twice before she could come in again.
He looked at her and smiled. He was 5’11 had short brown hair and a meaty 10 inch dick. She looked at him with lustful eyes.
“I finished my workout coach” she muttered, “Can I go now coach?”
He loved it when she called him coach. “Yeah go but I have some rules for next time you come for your workout. You are going to go to the store and buy tight short shorts; they will be two sizes too small and will show off your pussy lips and your little ass. Got it slut?” he laughed, “you will not wear a bra or underwear and you will not get wet at all, if I see and pussy juice on your shorts you get punished. Be here at 9 tomorrow. Understand”
“Yes coach,” she moaned as he inserted beads into her ass. “Whatever you say coach.” She felt the beads slowly, one by one, slide into her tight asshole. After a while, Jackie got dressed and left.
She knew she was to keep the beads in and wear them until tomorrow. She remembered the first time she met Matt. It was amazing. She thought back on it:
She called for a personal trainer and was told to go to his house. When she got there she was told to first take off her bra and panties but leave her outer clothes on. While she worked out he would help her and he would give her small touches. He would pinch her tits or spank her ass and she loved it. He even stripped down to his boxers as he helped her work out. She kept feeling pokes in her ass, his dick hitting into her.
Eventually he had her take off her shorts but had her leave her shirt on. He rubbed up against her, for a second spreading her ass cheeks and touching his cock to her ass. She did as she was told and she was told to do a bridge. She lied on her back and pushed herself up into the position, displaying her pussy. She was already wet and on the verge of orgasm from all of the touches and poking.
As she raised her body she felt his meat penetrate her. “Don’t you dare fall down this is your workout now stay up.” Coach told her as he rammed into her. She could barely keep herself up. Alas, soon she fell, rocked by an amazing orgasm, and he smiled.
“Now it gets fun,” He laughed. He then pulled out two jump ropes, and tied each hand to each foot and he brought his dick to her face. “You’re bad at this, we need to practice. So here is your choice, you either suck me off then swallow or you get punished. Which is it?” he asked.
“I…uh,” Jackie stuttered. She wanted to be fucked more than anything. If that meant sucking his dick, she was up to it. “I want to suck your dick Matt.”"
Wrong answer, you will call me coach, not Matt. From now on, I am your coach, and you always obey coach. Now you get punished for not obeying.” Coach grinned.
Still in a daydream, Jackie was still recollecting as she walked down the street of how he had punished her. She was on her way to her next session as people stared at her tiny attire. She was covered, but every curve was visible, especially her now rock-hard nipples. She could feel the men, and even some women, drink in her pussy, ass, and tits. She was also still wearing her beads, rejoicing in the feel but knowing she wasn’t to get wet.
She decided to stop at a small coffee shop; she wanted to make sure that she was awake for Coach. She walked in, and all eyes seemed to turn to her. Especially, however, a 18 year old kid whom she used to babysit for. Jackie decided she wanted to have some fun before practice, and this teen was the perfect thing. She bought her coffee, drank it quickly, and then walked over to the kid. He was sitting by himself, typing on his computer. Jackie walked behind him and began to read. It was an erotic story he was writing. She leaned into is back, pressing her breasts against his back, and whispered into his ear.
“Well then, looks like little Kyle Peters is all grown up. Now, come with me and I wont tell your parents, you pervy little boy.” She crooned.
He slammed his computer shut and turned around. Surprisingly, he was acne free, short blonde hair, and from what Jackie could tell, had a sizeable dick in his pants. He nodded to her proposition, and then stood to follow her. Jackie stood up all the way and began to lead him behind the store.
“M-m-miss Winters, are you su-” he stammered.
” Shhh, call me Jackie, or even better, call me slave. I’m yours to do with Kyle. I know you used to eye me all the time, so here it is. Fuck me right here if you want!” Jackie almost yelled. But, she had forgotten how smart the kid was.
“I have a better idea, slave. How about you come by my place tomorrow near 5 pm, but don’t be so overdressed. Come in a G-string and bra, we’ll go from there. If you’re as slutty and horny as you look, you’ll do it.” He said smiling.
“You’ve got it you pervy teen. But what about your parents?” She asked.
“Out for the summer, went to Alaska, not my thing. But you are. Now, since you caused me to get all hard like this, I want a blowjob. You will swallow or I take away your clothes. Now on your knees slave.”
Jackie did as she was instructed. She was exhilarated, her little boy was all grown up, and ready to fuck. She decided to really give it to him, and she took off her top, and then she pulled off his shorts and boxers. An 8-inch cock burst out into her face. She opened her mouth just enough to fit his meat into her mouth. Kyle grabbed her hair and began to fuck her throat. Jackie closed her eyes and imagined Coach. After five minutes, Kyle blew his load. Jackie swallowed all of his cum, and then kept sucking, milking out every last drop.
She stood up and looked at Kyle, then smiled, “Your house at 5?” she asked coyly.
“Yeah” he moaned, as she walked away.
She kept thinking of what this session would be like, maybe she would have to run a mile with nipple clamps, or maybe have Ma—Coach would actually fuck her like last time. She wasn’t sure whether the fucking or torture was better.
She finally lost it and went into an alley and began to fantasize as she stuck her hand in her tight little shorts. Jackie began to think of how bad she was and rubbed her pussy lips then slowly slid one finger into herself. Then she slowly slid another finger into her pussy, and then played with the beads in her ass. She began to masturbate wildly in the alley. In and out, in and out. When she was done she was sweaty and her crotch was soaked. She knew she would get punished for this.
The first time he punished her, she loved it. Coach first pulled the jump ropes off of her and retied them so she was tied to the wall. She didn’t fight him; she wanted it to happen, hard. He then pulled out a vibrator and put just barely touching her pussy lips and another right up against her ass. He then turned them on. Jackie was horny all over again but if she tried to rub against the vibrators, coach would move them away and turn them off. It went on for almost three hours until Jackie could barely contain herself but Coach never allowed her to cum.
“Please fuck me or let me cum. please matt please!” Jackie begged.
“You little slut, I said call me coach.” He said and he went up to her flipped her around and began to spank her firm little ass.
Over and over he slapped and slapped until Jackie began to love the feel, she stuck he ass out for more. Then Coach stopped again.
“You obviously haven’t had a good exercise routine set up and you seem to be begging for more so I will untie you and you will get dressed and come back in a week.” Coach instructed her. That had been 6 months ago. Now Jackie had an almost daily workout routine. She was a good slave and a good student.
Jackie looked up after fucking herself in the alley and saw another girl there, watching her. Jackie got wet and horny all over again from knowing that she attracted attention from a passerby. The girl looked about 17, with short black hair and small but perky 32A tits. She wore only a sports bra and tight yoga pants.
“You dirty girl, watching me fuck myself, how naughty. How…sexy! What’s your name?” Jackie crooned, her hand still in her shorts, still massaging her clit.
“I-I-I’m Taylor, sorry I didn’t mean to um…intrude on you. I heard moaning and i…um, saw you, But then I just kind of watched. Sorry.” Taylor quickly mumbled. She acted ashamed and embarrassed, but she secretly wanted a taste of that adventurous alley-masturbator’s pussy.
“Well then Taylor, you saw me fucking myself so I need to see something similar. It’s already 9:30 so no on will be out walking this late.” Jackie said through a growing smile. Thinking like Coach she said, “How about you strip down and give me those clothes. You can come with me, there is someone, you little slut, that you have to meet.”
Taylor tried to act unsure, but quickly and willingly stripped. First she took off her tight sports bra, revealing her sexy small tits, and then she peeled away her yoga pants and her shoes followed after. She was completely shaved. The 17-year-old beauty stood completely nude in front of Jackie. Jackie then began to get even more devious. She reached behind herself and slowly pulled out her anal beads.
“Now for part two, while you walk with me, you will have these in your ass, got it Taylor?” Jackie barked.
Taylor actually whimpered at this, she had never done ass play before. In her moment of doubt she tried to cover herself, but Jackie stood up and quickly paced over to Taylor. Jackie bent pushed Taylor over to a wall of the ally and had her bend down. Jackie got onto her knees and began licking Taylor’s young asshole. Taylor, with her virgin asshole, began to moan and scream. When it was lubed enough, Jackie slowly slid to beads into Taylor’s ass.
“FUCK, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh yeah that’s fucking good. Shove them in me, oh yes, oh lord YES!” Taylor screamed as she came. Jackie was only halfway with the string of beads when Taylor came, so she kept going to the last one. Jackie managed to get all of the beads into the virgin asshole, but made Taylor cum twice while doing so.
“She is going to be the perfect fuck-toy for Coach and me.” Jackie thought. “Okay Taylor,” She said out loud, “You are going to follow me to my fitness instructor’s house. If you try to go anywhere, remember I have your clothes and you have some very special beads in your ass.” Jackie was getting wet all over again just from thinking about this little teen..
“Now before we go, I don’t think I really finished and you haven’t paid me back for the show; so on your knees, my little bitch.”
Taylor rushed at the opportunity; finally she was getting that sweet pussy. But first, Jackie pulled out a dog leash and collar from her purse, usually reserved for her. She put the collar on Taylor’s hands, binding them together, and she attached the leash. Then, while tightly holding the leash, Jackie lowered her short shorts and walked up to Taylor’s open and waiting mouth. Taylor already had her tongue stretched out, almost begging to be Jackie’s slave just for a taste of her pussy.
Jackie moved forward one last bit, and Taylor went to work. Taylor was slow at first, but she sped up quickly. She traced Jackie’s outer lips, and then slip her tongue in and out of her pussy. Jackie moaned, and began to push Taylor’s head closer to her. Then Taylor couldn’t control herself. She thrust her tongue into Jackie’s pussy and rubbed Jackie’s clit with her nose.
Jackie had never had someone eat her out with such animosity before, and she had cum within a minute. She fell to the ground, thanking Taylor and her tongue. Taylor blushed, getting even wetter, at the fact that the pleasure was all hers. She was, however, sad that it was over for now. But she, Taylor, couldn’t wait to be brought to this mystery place with this delicious mystery girl. She licked her lips, taking in the last of Jackie’s taste. Amazing.
“Wow slut, that was pretty damn good, I might just have to keep you for myself!” Jackie remarked. “Well, it’s almost ten, and I’m and hour late for my lesson because of you. Now stand up, clench your little beaded ass, and get ready for a little trip. Oh, Coach is going to love you.”
Taylor stood up slowly, waving her ass at Jackie. Jackie could only think of the things she wanted to do to her new playmate. She spanked Taylor. “Now, now, if you keep being so naughty I might have to punish you, do you want that?” Jackie remarked. She pulled the leash in between Taylor’s legs, rubbing her already wet pussy. She wanted to just fuck her now. Alas, she had to get to Coach. Within minutes, the two were standing in front of the house. Jackie was ready, knowing how she would be punished for being tardy, but rewarded for Taylor. Maybe she could even keep Taylor as her own slave. She wasn’t sure; all Jackie knew was one thing: she needed a workout.
“Now here’s the thing Taylor, for this man, his name is Coach, I am his slave. You are my slave. You are at our mercy bitch. We will do whatever we want to you if we so please, if you stay. Now you can go jog home, nude with anal beads, or you can come with me. Which is it?” Jackie asked Taylor.
Taylor walked up t o Jackie and pushed her mouth onto her new master’s. Jackie’s taste was still on Taylor’s lips, allowing them to both taste her.
“I am your little bitch. Watching you fuck yourself was my greatest idea. If this Coach is what you say he is, then I’m ready. You already took my anal virginity; maybe he’ll take my pussy. Or, if you don’t mind the few minutes, you can do it now.” Taylor said as she grinded on Jackie’s leg. Jackie got the message; she opened the door to Coach’s house, and pulled Taylor in with her.
They needed a workout.
Roy awoke early. He had always been an early riser, there was something peaceful and quiet about the morning and he liked having the time to himself. Part of him also realized that it gave him a head start on any competition with which he might have to fight. He liked being up late, too, and fortunately he could go for weeks on only a few hours of sleep. At some point he would need to crash out for 16 or 20 hours straight to catch up, but that was still a week or more away.
He stretched out and brushed against Elaine. She was asleep on her stomach, naked, with her hands in padded cuffs under her. He knew he did not need to keep her cuffed, she was his, body and soul, and would not try to escape him, but he liked keeping her helpless and he liked reminding her of her submission. She was his slave, after all.
Roy did a quick inventory of the day. He had to run a few errands this morning, and he needed some computer time. Despite his rugged outdoorsy nature, he also had the heart of a tech geek and his fingers itched if they did not get on a qwerty keyboard now and then. The business center at the casino had some that were adequate, not up to his professional standards, but he could check in at work and do a few things to get his fix. After that, lunch, then in the afternoon they would go and see Mark.
Mark was the local Association boss in the area. He was also something of a feudal lord in Elko county. He had a huge ranch, owned the casino in which Roy and Elaine were staying, had interests in some mines and anything that could make money out here. He was a powerful man and needed to be treated with the utmost respect, especially since he could send Sam to take care of any problems. If Mark was the brains and capital, Sam was the muscle and the guy who did the dirty work. It did not pay to cross Sam.
Tomorrow morning, Roy would head back home to Las Vegas and life with his new slave. He tried to think more of what life would be like with Elaine there to satisfy his every whim, and not mundane things like did the pool guy show up on time?
Roy looked up at the ceiling. Morning light was filtering in through the closed curtains. He knew he was not going to get back to sleep so he might as well get on with the day. He got out of bed and opened the window. It was still cool outside and he preferred fresh air more than canned air conditioning, as long as it was not hotter than 90 degrees; then a/c was okay. He went to the bathroom, started the coffee pot, then came back to bed.
He pulled the sheets back to gaze at Elaine’s lovely body. She was a beautiful thirty years old, just now starting to come in to the height of her beauty. She was 5’2” with a slim build, long legs, a flat stomach and a gorgeous ass. Roy loved fucking that ass, he would never tire of that. He looked at her turtle tattoo on her butt, he had already made arrangements to have it removed, the only marks on that beautiful stretch of flesh would be his. He knew under her were a pair of firm, sensitive breasts that made her squirm delightfully when he pulled on them or licked them. But her most striking features were her big blue eyes, now closed, he loved seeing the utter submission in them when he took her.
Roy was getting hard looking at Elaine. Well, that was the great thing about a slave: he did not have to wait for her to get ready or be in the mood. He could have her whenever he wanted and there was nothing she could do about it.
Roy reached down and pulled Elaine’s legs apart, his hand lingering on her silky thigh. He was breathing hard in anticipation of taking her. He slipped a finger into her slit and began working it into her. He had found that, unlike him, Elaine was a deep sleeper. She stirred as his finger penetrated her, but did not awaken. Her mind might be asleep, but her body was awake and Roy could feel her instantly get wet around his penetrating digit. What an amazing slave he had taken, he thought.
Roy climbed between her legs and guided his hard cock to her waiting lower lips. He paused before entering her, taking in the beauty of her naked body. Her naked body that belonged to him, he reminded himself. He pushed his way into her, slowly filling and stretching her for the first time on this Monday morning. And to think he used to hate Mondays!
Roy bored all the way into Elaine’s helpless body and stopped when his hips pressed against her perfect butt. He could see her eyes begin to flutter, she was starting to wake up. He smiled wickedly, pulled back then rammed hard back into her. Elaine’s eyes flew open and she moaned as Roy pounded away at her. Roy was overcome by lust and the sense of power of having this gorgeous woman completely at his mercy. He used her fast and hard, her moans of pleasure and pain only fueling his drive. Roy came with a moan of his own, shooting his load deep inside his slave.
Roy lay on top of Elaine, his cock still buried inside her and kissed her cheek. She smiled, her eyes closed, and wiggled her hips around his cock a little. Elaine was content, happy he was not still mad about Kristy yesterday and happy to be taken like this to start the day.
”Good morning, Master,” she whispered to him.
”Good morning, Slave,” he answered.
Roy was loathe to get up, but he had things to do today. Reluctantly, he pulled out of his slave, a trail of semen leaking out of her onto the sheets, and stood up. He poured a cup of coffee for himself and another for Elaine. He left hers on the nightstand beside the bed then went to take a quick shower.
Elaine rolled over and thought about going back to sleep; she did enjoy her sleep. But her body was awake and the coffee smelled, well… it did not smell like good coffee, but it smelled like coffee. She rolled over and sat up in bed. She was leaking cum, but there was nothing she could do about that right now. Elaine had cleaned hotel rooms before, so she would be nice and strip the bed for the housekeeper, but right now she was going to have some of that coffee. With her bound hands she picked up the cup and began to sip. It definitely was not good coffee, weak and bitter at the same time, but she drank it anyway.
Elaine could hear Roy singing Devo in the shower. That brought a smile to her face. Roy seemed to be good at so many things, but his singing was absolutely horrible. That one flaw seemed to make him a little more human and endearing to her. Endearing? Was she developing feelings for Roy? He had entered her life (and her pussy, and her mouth, and her ass) like a hurricane, had made her feel things she had never felt before and made her do things she had never done before. She had given herself to him completely, but did she have feelings for him? Elaine decided not to go down that path of thought. It really didn’t matter anyway, she was his and how she felt was irrelevant.
The shower turned off and Roy kept singing. It was “Whip It”, Elaine wondered if that was a hint as to what he had in mind for the day. He shaved and dried off and came out with a towel around his waist. Elaine found that bit of modesty amusing, it wasn’t like she had not already seen him naked enough already. He leaned over and kissed Elaine briefly, neither one wanted to share morning breath.
”That really is awful coffee, isn’t it, Slave?” he asked her.
”Horrible, Master,” she answered.
”I’ll see about getting some better coffee from room service,” he assured her then went into the living room. Roy made a phone call, she heard the word “coffee”, then came back into the bedroom. He reached down and took the cuffs off Elaine’s wrists.
”I will be gone this morning, but will be back by lunch time,” he reached down and stroked her cheek. “You have the morning free.” He had her purse. He took out her phone, credit cards and ID, but left the cash. “Do some shopping, take a swim, whatever. You know what you are and are not supposed to do. If you do anything wrong I’ll punish you later.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” She smiled and kissed his hand.
”Both. I ordered room service for you. Coffee and a fruit plate.”
“Thank you, Master. What would you like me to wear today?”
“You were so busy with Kristy that you didn’t even look at what she brought you?”
“Just the collar and hand cuffs, Master.”
“Well, go look.”
Elaine reluctantly scrambled out of bed. Roy watched her spectacular ass as she walked to the closet and the dry cleaning bag Kristy had hung up last night. She gave a little squeal of joy as she opened it up to see her blue floral sundress. She looked it over, there were no stains or dirt on it.
”I asked which cleaner the brothel used and took it there. I thought they might be good at getting semen stains out of clothes,” Roy told her.
”Thank you, Master,” she stepped up on her toes and gave him a quick kiss. “It’s one of my favorites.”
“Mine, too,” he answered. She was about to slip it on when Roy stopped her. “Why don’t you get cleaned up first. They just got all the stains out, let’s not put new ones on it just yet.” He pointed at her upper thigh where a stream of cum dripped down.
Roy left and Elaine cleaned herself up and slipped on her dress. The cleaners had done a great job and got all the cum and dirt out of it. Roy had not said anything about underwear so she was free and open below while her nipples rubbed against the soft fabric of the dress above.
Room service knocked on the door. Elaine opened the door and saw the same waiter from yesterday. He seemed genuinely disappointed that she was not naked again, even though her dress still showed a lot of skin. She tipped him and took her breakfast out on the balcony.
All things considered, Elaine was pretty cheerful. It was a beautiful morning, still cool with the heat of the day yet to come. The morning sex with Roy had been great and he seemed to hold no hard feelings over her time with Kristy. That brought a brief frown to Elaine’s pretty face. She thought about how the strong brunette had raped her yesterday, how she made her cum with her hands and how the young woman had ridden Elaine’s face. For some reason, that was more traumatic than the three days of constant fucking by Roy. Maybe it was because he took a long term interest in her rather than just a quick orgasm. She guessed it had more to do with Roy being a man. It just seemed natural that men would do that, but, despite her time with Amanda, she still looked at other women as equals and to be subjected like that by another woman hit deeper into her world view.
Elaine took a sip of her coffee and got her thoughts off of that track. It was a beautiful morning, and the mountains in the distance looked cool and inviting. She ate some fruit and nibbled on her muffin. She had started her day off with a wonderful orgasm and had the promise of more to come later. More than that, for the first time since she had met Roy, she had some free time. She was going to go buy some workout clothes and a bathing suit and hit the spa. She was excited by the possibility of a good workout to finally get all the kinks and knots of the past few days out, some time in the sauna and finally a swim. After that, lunch, a few drinks and falling asleep to the TV until her owner came home. After that? Undoubtedly more rough sex. Yes, the day looked good.
Elaine drank her coffee, ate her breakfast and started a crossword puzzle. She was making pretty good progress and was feeling pretty good about herself. She looked down in time to see a jogger across the street. Instantly, a cold chill shot down her spine. There was no mistaking the woman jogging: it was Kristy. Elaine froze and watched the attractive young woman run, she saw the powerful thighs that yesterday had pinned her head in place, the bouncing breasts she had been forced to suck. Kristy stopped right across the street, no more than fifty feet away and looked directly at Elaine. She smiled and blew a kiss then continued on her run.
Elaine shivered and thought about going back in, but Kristy was gone. Roy had said he had taken care of the problem, whatever that meant. Kristy had had Elaine, there was no denying that and now she had just reminded Elaine of that. Maybe that was it, but Elaine was still uncomfortable. She lost interest in the crossword and left her coffee on the balcony.
Well, maybe the next item on her agenda would cheer her up. She grabbed her purse, Roy had left her no ID or credit cards, but plenty of cash. Elaine was not normally the type to enjoy shopping, but she needed things.
She glided through the lobby and out onto the street. She got the usual leers from the casino patrons but ignored them. Down the street there was a little women’s boutique and she made her purchases. She bought some short running shorts, they showed a lot of leg and she thought Roy would like them, and a pack of colored t-shirts. They did not have much in the way of swimsuits (Elko was in the middle of the desert) so she took the only one that fit. It was a small two piece that did not leave much to the imagination, bright red with string ties. Her normal modesty had gone away with the coming of Roy so she bought it without a second thought. She picked up some more travel clothes, all sufficiently revealing to make her owner happy. One skirt gave her a guilty thrill. It was blue pleated cotton that barely came below her ass, she knew if she bent at the waist it would ride up and show a nice bit of cheek. She managed not to blush as she paid for it.
At a drugstore on the way back she picked up some more toiletries and a bottle of wine. Her arms full of her purchases, she returned to the casino. It was getting hot already and she was ready to spend the rest of the day inside or in water. She walked back in the lobby and the air conditioning hit her, without looking she could feel her nipples get hard from the sudden cooling. She did not mind it too much until she saw Kristy again.
Kristy was behind the counter at the guest services desk in the lobby. She was back in uniform, just like she had been yesterday when Elaine first saw her. Kristy was staring at Elaine, her eyes wandering from Elaine’s perky nipples to her shoulders, then lingering on her legs. When she saw Elaine looking at her she smiled, then, with no hint of shame, looked back at Elaine’s breasts.
Elaine hurried on. Kristy’s desk was by the elevators, every time Elaine passed through the lobby she would have to walk by it. She would have to be ogled by the woman who had raped her yesterday. She pushed the button for the elevator and had to wait. Like most hotels, the stairs were not very convenient and even though she was only going to the second floor she had to take the elevator.
The elevators were on the top floors and slowly coming down, stopping at every floor. Elaine realized that she had gotten here at check out time. She made a point of not looking back at Kristy, but she could feel the young woman’s eyes on her. She shifted nervously and dropped one of the bags with her clothes in it. She had too much in her hands and fumbled to try and pick it up.
”You dropped this, ma’am,” Elaine turned and saw Kristy holding her bag. She handed it to Elaine, letting their hands brush, her fingers lingering on Elaine’s. Elaine realized that those were the same fingers that had roughly fucked her yesterday.
Elaine was too shocked to say anything. Kristy smiled at her with a knowing grin. Fortunately Elaine was saved by the arrival of both elevators. Tourists, cowboys and a tour group of Asians spilled out into the lobby. Kristy calmly began answering questions and giving directions while Elaine slipped into the elevator.
Elaine hurried into her room. She thought about just staying in here all day, that way she could avoid Kristy. But she was so looking forward to her morning, and she decided to get on with it and go work out. She hung her dress up on a hanger, briefly looking at her nude body in the mirror. This was what so many people wanted, she thought wryly to herself. She smiled a little then got dressed to go back down.
She put her swimsuit on and her workout clothes over it. She knew that she was showing a lot of leg, the shorts barely came below her ass, and Kristy would get a good look, but that could not be helped. Still feeling nervous and self conscious, she poured and drank a quick glass of wine.
Kristy was still dealing with a crowd of guests when Elaine hurried through the lobby, but the brunette still managed to conspicuously check out Elaine as she passed.
The spa was nothing spectacular. The gym room had a few machines: a nautilus, two stairmasters and an exercise bike. Elaine had the place to herself at least and started her workout. She was surprised by how stiff she had become the past few days. All her exercise had consisted of being tied up and fucked so while her pussy and asshole had been stretched and loosened, the rest of her was tight and tense. It took awhile, an hour by the clock on the wall, but she finally stretched out.
She had a good sweat going and decided it was enough for today. She stripped down to her swimsuit and sat in the sauna. The heat loosened her some more and she melted into the heat, all the impurities sweating out of her body. She imagined Roy’s cum oozing out of her pores as she sweated on the wooden bench.
A quick shower to wash off the sweat and she stepped out to the pool. The glare was blinding and she fumbled for her sunglasses, her eyes watering from the bright light. With her sunglasses on her eyes adjusted and she took a look at the pool. It was a decent sized pool, but set up more for playing than swimming. Again, she had the place to herself; it was Monday and the new guests had not checked in yet.
Elaine set her stuff down on a chair and jumped into the water. It was chilly, but warmer than the creek she had been in with Roy. She happily swam from end to end, doing laps in the short pool. When she had pushed herself to the point of exhaustion she climbed out.
As she was drying off she saw a group of people coming out of the hotel. They were on a tour and leading the tour was Kristy. She was at the head of about a dozen older Asians.
”This is our pool,” Kristy was telling them, but once again she only had eyes for Elaine. Elaine was very aware that all she was wearing was a skimpy bathing suit. She was toweling off her hair when the group came out so the towel did not hide the goose bumps on her fair skin or her hard nipples poking through her top. “It’s kind of quiet now, but will be happening by the afternoon. How’s the water?” she called out to Elaine.
Elaine hesitated but found the ability to answer, “Nice, very nice.” She met eyes briefly with Kristy then resumed drying off as fast as she could. This woman had violated Elaine last night, and now she seemed to revel in following Elaine and reminding her of the fact. She had made Elaine please her and seemed proud of that.
”That is our pool bar,” Kristy continued her tour, “it opens at two.” She led them past the pool and back into the casino, winking at Elaine as they continued.
Elaine hurried back to her room; at least Kristy was not at her desk. She felt great, her body had the pleasant ache a good workout brought. She tried not to think about Kristy and hopped in for another long, hot shower.
After the shower she rubbed lotion into her skin, making it nice and soft for her owner. It also kept her from itching, too, but that was just an added bonus. She dried her hair and was looking forward to a nice lunch when Roy got back, or maybe a nap until then. She hung up her towel and stepped naked out of the bathroom.
”Naked again? Just for me?” Elaine froze and felt a chill in her stomach as she saw Kristy sitting on the couch. Kristy looked Elaine up and down slowly and deliberately. Kristy had changed into a pair of short shorts and a sleeveless blouse.
Elaine heard Roy laugh and saw him bringing a tray with three glasses of whiskey and ice to the coffee table.
”You are pale as a ghost, Slave,” Roy chuckled at her. “Get dressed, Kristy will be joining us for lunch.”
“Yes, Master,” Elaine turned to get her dress.
”Don’t feel you have to get dressed on my account,” Kristy taunted her, “it’s nothing I haven’t see, or done, before.”
Elaine blushed and hurriedly slipped on her dress. She took a second to try to regain her composure. Roy was sitting at the other end of the couch and motioned for Elaine to sit down between him and Kristy. Elaine walked over on bare feet and sat between the two people who had raped her.
Roy handed a drink to Kristy and one to Elaine. The glass felt cold in her trembling fingers. Roy raised his glass for a toast. “To Elaine, who has brought us so much pleasure,” he said and the three of them, Elaine somewhat reluctantly, clinked their glasses together. Kristy and Roy took small sips of theirs, Elaine nearly drained hers in one. She needed something to calm her nerves.
”Kristy has recommended a nice pizza place around the corner,” Roy said to Elaine. “She will join us for lunch then come back with us for a while.” He left it hang for a minute, letting the implications sink in to Elaine.
”As Master wishes,” Elaine mumbled.
”Master wishes,” Roy said. “After than we will go see Mark and thank him for helping clean the mess from yesterday.”
“Yes, Master,” Elaine tried not to look at Kristy, but she was very aware of the presence of the strong young woman beside her.
Kristy began to babble on about Elko and the pizza place where they would be eating. Elaine really wasn’t paying attention. While Kristy droned on about the railroad and Basque shepherds Elaine was wondering about the rest of the day. She was forced to remember that her body now existed for the pleasure of others.
Finally, Elaine realized that Kristy was done talking and the glasses were empty. Elaine felt a little light headed and buzzed from drinking the whiskey on an empty stomach. Kristy and Roy stood up and got ready to go. Roy offered Elaine a helping hand to stand up. Silently, she stood, slipped on her sandals and followed Roy and Kristy out.
They passed through the haze of smoke of the casino. Just walking through made Elaine want to cough and scrub her hair. Kristy and Roy walked in front of her, talking and laughing. Out on the street the heat hit them. It was not as oppressive as it was in Las Vegas, but still uncomfortable.
They walked around the corner and into a narrow store front and Elaine felt better. When her father was alive, he had a nose for good pizza. He had been born and bred in New York City, Queens to be exact, and even after he had left the city he still had a knack for finding good pizza. On many road trips as a child, Elaine had sat in the car while he drove around strange towns looking for pizza. He would stop at a likely looking restaurant, leave the rest of the family in the car and go inside and check the place out. In a few minutes he would come back and they would either drive on and repeat the drill or go inside. Elaine had never had bad pizza with her father, when one of her childhood friends had taken her to have her first bad pizza, she had been appalled. To Elaine, bad pizza was like bad sex: not worth the effort.
This was going to be good pizza, she knew that before they even ordered. The store was long and narrow with a counter at the back where they ordered. At some point they had expanded into the store front next door and just knocked a door in the wall and put in more tables. The tables were long with benches instead of chairs and red and white checked table cloths. It was the end of the lunch rush and the place was still busy. Elaine could see big, thin crust pizzas served on beat up pans, eaten off of paper plates with metal silverware. Each table had red pepper, Parmesan cheese and salt and pepper. There was none of the proliferation of shakers that seemed to crop up these days. Best of all was the staff. A cute young Italian looking girl took the orders at the counter. She could not have been more than 16 years old. A young boy bussed the tables and another young man pulled pizzas out of the oven while an old guy with bushy eye bros and curly gray hair spread the cheese and sauce on the dough. They all looked alike, a family business.
Elaine had no idea what was going to happen to her later, but she knew she was going to have a good lunch.
Kristy approached the counter, the young woman smiled up at her.
“Hey, Kristy” she said. “You wanna slice?”
“No, Nancy,” she answered and winked at the young man pulling another pizza out of the oven. He tried not to be obvious as he checked her out. It was apparent he had a huge crush on her. “These are some new friends from the casino. Why don’t you give us an extra large pepperoni and a pitcher of Coors.”
“Sure thing, Kristy,” she turned back to the older man making the pizzas. “You got that, Dad?”
“I got it,” he answered. He looked at Kristy, “why don’t you have a seat and I’ll bring your beer out to you.”
“Sure thing, Lenny.”
Roy stepped forward and paid the bill, dropping a ten in the tip jar and they all sat down at a table in the back. Elaine was feeling more confident and hungry. Kristy was next to Elaine and quickly put her hand on Elaine’s thigh, sliding slightly up her skirt.
Lenny brought the pitcher and poured three glasses. Elaine sipped on hers while Kristy and Roy made small talk. Elaine’s mind was elsewhere, thinking of pizza places she had visited, including one over priced mediocre restaurant just outside the park at the Grand Canyon. She and Amanda had eaten there a lot. Kristy’s hand sliding between her legs made Elaine think of the times Amanda had taken her out for pizza then stopped in the forest on the way back for some rough sex. Elaine did miss Amanda.
The pizza arrived. Elaine’s instinct was correct: the pizza was great. Elaine plowed through several pieces while Kristy and Roy talked. From when she paid attention she could tell that Kristy wanted out of Elko and Roy was offering to put a good word in for her at some of the casinos in Las Vegas. A lot of the rest of the conversations was the technical details of applying and dealing with the unions. It bored Elaine, but she did like the pizza.
Kristy would take her hand off Elaine’s thigh when she needed to eat, but otherwise kept it there. Kristy slid her hand between Elaine’s legs, or sometimes up her skirt a little bit, but Elaine just focused on eating. Elaine really did not like Kristy. It went beyond how Kristy had raped her yesterday, there was just something about the young woman’s personality that rubbed Elaine the wrong way. She found her conversation self centered and inane and would prefer to have nothing to do with Kristy if at all possible. She struck Elaine as the kind of person who could have an hour long conversation entirely about herself. The fact that Elaine knew Roy was going to make her perform for Kristy was almost intolerable, the idea of having to deal with her again if she moved to Las Vegas was too much. But, Elaine reminded herself, she had signed away the right to say no. If that was what Roy wanted, that was what she would do.
Elaine grabbed another slice of pizza; she knew she was eating more than her share, but she was determined to get as much out this lunch as she could before they went back to the room.
Roy was enjoying himself. Elaine’s dislike of Kristy was palpable. He could see it in the way she almost angrily snatched piece after piece of pizza and the way she pointedly ignored Kristy’s hand on her leg. The pizza was good, but Roy had not developed the same taste for it that Elaine had; to him pizza was pizza. He could tell Kristy was aware of Elaine’s dislike for her, too. It seemed that Kristy was not really fond of Elaine, but liked the power she held over the older woman and certainly lusted after her body. He looked forward to all the things he would let Kristy do to Elaine when she came to Las Vegas.
They finished their lunch and the beer and with goodbyes to Lenny and his family went back to the casino. Guests were starting to trickle in and there was a decent sized crowd in the lobby. Without a word the three of them took the elevator, sharing it with an overweight older couple decked out in University of Nebraska gear, and went to the suite.
”In about an hour we need to be ready to head out,” he said to Kristy, “but since Elaine was so good at shoveling pizza into her mouth, I think she should show us what else her mouth is good for.”
Kristy sidled up to Elaine. With one hand she grabbed a handful of Elaine’s hair, tilted the older woman’s head back and kissed her. Kristy’s tongue invaded Elaine’s mouth, roughly probing and finding Elaine’s tongue, pinning it down. Kristy’s other hand slid up Elaine’s skirt and cupped her ass.
Roy watched in fascination as Kristy kissed Elaine. Elaine was not really responding, but just accepting what Kristy was doing to her. Only when Kristy’s hand reached between her legs and into Elaine’s slit did Elaine show any response. As Kristy’s fingers slid into her slit Elaine tried to pull away, but Kristy’s hand in her hair held her tight. Roy sat down and enjoyed the show; he was glad he had run into Kristy today. He also looked forward to seeing Kristy in Las Vegas, the obvious distaste Elaine had for her would make her submission all the more satisfying.
Kristy broke off the kiss and let go of Elaine.
”I know what her pretty mouth can do,” Kristy taunted, “I got to enjoy it yesterday, didn’t I, slut?”
Elaine did not say anything, she was remembering being forced to suck on Kristy’s nipples, having the young brunette ride her face.
”Kristy asked you a question, Slave,” Roy chided her.
”Yes, Master,” Elaine answered, “Kristy enjoyed my mouth yesterday.” She blushed in humiliation.
”Strip, Slave,” Roy ordered her.
”Yes, Master,” Elaine answered and slipped her dress off while Kirsty leered at her. In a second she stood naked in front of her younger tormentor.
Kristy slipped off her shorts and panties, but left her blouse on.
”Now, Slave,” Roy said and tossed a pair of handcuffs to Elaine, “put these on. Then get on your knees and make Kristy cum.”
“Yes, Master.” She blushed as she clicked the cuffs on and dropped to her knees in front of Kristy. Kristy smiled wickedly and took off her blouse. Roy got to see her large, perfect breasts for the first time. He was going to enjoy letting Kristy use Elaine.
Even though Elaine detested Kristy, she was getting very aroused now. Kristy had an amazing body and despite Elaine’s dislike of the young woman, Elaine thought she might as well enjoy it. Yesterday had been too sudden and unexpected for Elaine to really to get into it, but now she was getting a chance to be submissive to another woman, just like she had planned when she left her apartment in Prescott four days ago.
Elaine reminded herself that she was doing this for her owner, she wanted to give him a good show and prove what an obedient slave she could be. Elaine started kissing and licking at Kristy’s knee and worked her way up the soft inside of Kristy’s powerful thigh. When she reached the top she gave Kristy’s shaved cunt one quick lick then started on the other leg. Kristy’s thighs intrigued Elaine, she wanted to spend some time exploring them. She had not had a chance to show off her skills yesterday, today she was going to make the most out of time with Kristy.
Elaine kept licking and kissing the silky smoothness of the inside of Kristy’s thighs, only occasionally venturing up for a lick or two at Kristy’s swollen, wet pussy. Slowly, she worked her way up. Kissing higher and higher on her thigh and spending more time licking her sopping cunt. Elaine could hear Kristy’s heavy breathing and feel her muscles tense up, Elaine knew she was doing a good job.
Finally, Elaine scooted up and buried her face in Kristy’s crotch. She attacked it with all the knowledge Amanda had taught her and all the enthusiasm she had pent up inside her. Her tongue snaked inside the younger woman’s canal, her lips pulled at Kristy’s rings. She brushed at Kristy’s swollen clit with her nose then licked and sucked it.
Elaine lost herself in the moment. She had loved it when Amanda had “made” her lick her pussy and she had not realized how much she had missed going down on a woman until now. Yesterday it had been so sudden, so shocking when Kristy took her that she had not really had too much time to enjoy it. Now she could really savor it.
Kristy climaxed with another string of curses and grunts, to Elaine they sounded something like “grnngraaaafuckfuckfuckuhhnnnyeahyeahfuuuuck”. Elaine did not let up but attacked Kristy’s clit and pussy with even more vigor. No sooner had Kristy come down off her first orgasm then Elaine brought her back up again. Elaine’s face was now wet with her spit and Kristy’s juices.
The second orgasm was followed by a third. By now Elaine’s mouth was getting tired and it was actually a relief when Kristy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head off her crotch. She smiled down at the older woman.
”Nice job, slut,” Kristy purred, tugging on Elaine’s hair. “You’re a great little cunt licker and a tasty little piece of ass. I wish I had more time to do things to you. You look so natural on your knees with your face buried in my snatch.” Wobbly kneed, Kristy plopped down in a chair and poured herself more of Roy’s whiskey.
Roy was utterly amazed. He had known that Elaine had a history of sex with Amanda, but had not grasped her skill and enthusiasm until now. He had spent so much time doing things to her that he had never really thought about what she could do on her own. He was already running through a mental list of all the women with whom he could share her.
Right now, though, he had his own needs. His cock was hard and throbbing after watching Elaine’s performance and he wanted her. He took Kristy’s place in front of the submissive older woman and opened his pants.
Elaine took a deep breath as she saw Roy’s cock in front of her face. She was a little tired after performing on Kristy but knew what was demanded of her. With the flavor of the dominant younger woman still strong in her mouth, Elaine began to lick her owner’s shaft. She just wanted to get this part finished and hoped that one of them would make her cum.
It amused Roy to watch Elaine try to suck cock. She seemed so good at eating pussy, but did not really get sucking cock. He knew that with enough practice and training she would get better at it, and she would certainly get lots of practice, but right now he really did not have the patience to instruct her. He just wanted to fuck her beautiful face, to see his cock violate her pretty mouth. He lightly grabbed a handful of hair and Elaine stopped licking, she already knew what he wanted and opened her mouth for him.
Elaine felt the bulb of her owner’s cock slip into her mouth. She sucked on it gently as he paused, filling her mouth for just a moment before pushing deeper. She felt the hard flesh push over her tongue and she closed her eyes bracing for what was next. Into the back of mouth, and her gag reflex kicked in, her body trying to expel something that had no business being this deep into her mouth. Elaine knew Roy enjoyed the feel of her throat spasming on his cock, but Elaine hated it and just wished he would get all the way in. Then he was, her throat filled with him. She just tried to relax and let him have his way.
He was fast and rough. His hands held Elaine’s head as he fucked away in her mouth and throat. He pumped fast for a few minutes then slowed to delay his orgasm, enjoying a few more moments of her hot, wet throat wrapped around his cock. When he knew he was ready to cum he sped up again. He thought about blowing his wad on her face, but they really did not have the time to get cleaned up again. Almost reluctantly, he shot his load inside her, trying to keep as much of it in her mouth so she could taste him as he did.
Elaine gagged again as he came, her mouth filled with the salty cum. She did not enjoy the taste of cum, but she liked the feeling of being controlled and used that it conveyed. Her pussy ached, being forced to pleasure first Kristy then Roy made her very horny and she wanted to get off.
Roy had other plans. He zipped his fly back up and without a word to Elaine, turned to Kristy.
”We need to head out soon. You can get the rest of our stuff shipped back to Vegas?” He asked her.
”Sure,” Kristy answered, “I’ll get my resume’ to you in a couple of days.” The brunette dressed, keeping an eye on Elaine as she did. She wanted to do many more things to this slave and hoped Roy would give her the chance.
Kristy kissed Elaine on the top of her head as she was getting ready to go. “Bye. slut. I’ll see you later.” She shook hands with Roy and left.
Elaine remained kneeling naked on the floor while Roy packed up their belongings for Kristy to ship to Las Vegas for them. She wondered what her life there would be like, when her only function was the pleasure of Roy. Would it make more sense? Would he body hold up to the constant abuse? Her future, anything from this moment on, was a mystery to her.
Roy had everything bagged up and ready to go except what they would be wearing tonight. He still had not let her in on what he had planned, but she could guess it involved at least one person using her for an orgasm. That was what she had signed on for, she reminded herself. What if Amanda had been there at Gold Wash? Where would she be now? Probably getting ready to be fucked by Frank Goller, she thought wryly. At least with Roy she had had some control over who would own her. Not much, but a little.
Roy was in his usual travel clothes of jeans and long black t-shirt. She wished he would show off his legs more, but the jeans and t-shirt gave him a bad boy look that stirred Elaine deep inside. She ran her tongue around her mouth, tasting his cum still inside her, reminding her of his cock sliding down into her throat. She tried to get onto another train of thought before she got wet again, but seeing him in those jeans, she could not help but remember how the button and zipper felt against the back of her thighs the first time he raped her. Her life had changed the moment he had penetrated her.
She had thought he would have her wear her sun dress. It was demure, yet sexy and revealing at the same time. Instead, he had out the short skirt she had bought this morning and a white button down dress shirt.
”Dress, Slave,” he ordered her, snapping his fingers and pointing at the clothes on the bed.
”Yes, Master,” she rose and dressed. It did not take long. Of course, there was no panties or bra. Elaine looked in the mirror and was relieved that the skirt did come down at least two or three inches below the curve of her ass and while standing still, her naked crotch was hidden. She buttoned all but the top button on her blouse and presented herself to Roy.
He looked her up and down then unbuttoned two more buttons on top; now any fast movement, or a stiff breeze, would show her firm breasts. He smiled, then opened the two bottom buttons and tied the bottom of the blouse into a knot. It tightened it up some so her breasts were not as exposed, but now her flat belly and navel were revealed. Elaine felt very open to inspection, very sexual.
”Turn around,” Roy told her.
”Yes, Master,” Elaine turned in a circle while Roy looked her over head to foot.
”You are a beautiful slave, Elaine,” he said to her and slid a hand up her skirt to cup her ass.
”Thank you, Master,” she said, looking up into his eyes. “I belong to you.”
“Slave, Elaine,” he said to her, very seriously.
”Yes, Master,” she paused, then added softly, “Roy.” Saying his name gave her a thrill.
”Tonight will be the roughest thing you have had to deal with as a slave. It will be worse than anything I have done to you so far,” he looked into her beautiful eyes and let the seriousness of what he was saying sink in. “But remember that you are my property and you must do as you are told. Do you understand?”
“I will be there through all of it and I will make sure you are safe.”
“Yes, Master.” She looked down, trying not to imagine what was going to happen to her.
”Okay,” he said, offering her the leather jacket, “let’s go.”
Elaine stepped into her sandals and put the jacket on. Roy had not had it cleaned, so she could still feel the crusty semen from her day with the cowboys in the mountains. Dead men’s cum, she noted wryly, and some of Roy’s too. Roy opened the door and followed Elaine out. They walked down the hall and passed the same room service waiter. Elaine wondered if he was the only one and if he ever had any time off. He stared at Elaine’s legs as she walked past, Roy gave him a knowing wink and smile.
It was around three o’clock when Roy helped her onto the back of the motorcycle. He lifted her chin and locked the collar on. Elaine kept her eyes on his, hoping no one else saw this. He put the helmet on her and dropped the visor down so she could not see. He climbed on in front of her and, much to her surprise, he cuffed her hands around him. She was startled by this, he knew she was not going to try to escape, what did he have in store for her?
They were on the move. Elaine had no idea where they were going, she could not see anything but it felt like they were on a paved road. The wind was nice and cooling and the breeze up her short skirt was stimulating. Whenever he had the chance, Roy would reach back and stroke her thigh. Elaine was not sure how long they rode, but after a while they turned on to a dirt road. It was only a few minutes after that that they stopped.
Roy uncuffed Elaine and got off. He took off the jacket then cuffed her hands again. Elaine let him help her off the motorcycle, his hands sliding her skirt up as he did, exposing her perfect ass. She held still as he hooked a leash on to her collar and finally took off the helmet. Elaine looked around. The first thing she noticed was a group of cowboys watching her.
The cowboys were standing by the back of a pickup truck in the shade of a cottonwood, done with their work for the day. They all knew what was going to happen to Elaine, she was not the first woman on a leash they had seen led into the big house. There was something special about this one, though. A kind of innocence and beauty that transcended her cuffs, collar and leash. Each one wanted to run off with this one, to own her and do with her what they wished. The boisterous laughing and talking had ceased when they saw her and an awed, respectful silence followed as she was led toward the house. All eyes were on Elaine, drinking in every second they got to see her. When she was brought into the main house they resumed their conversations, but now in hushed tones. No one talked about the beautiful woman they had just watched, but each one savored his memory of her.
Roy led Elaine up onto the porch of the big house. This was definitely a working ranch. The big house was a little bit of luxury, a sprawling wooden house with a satellite dish and the hum of air conditioning. Other buildings surrounded it: a barn, a few bunkhouses, workshops, storage buildings and a huge water tank fed from a windmill. Pickup trucks, cattle and horse trailers and atv’s were parked neatly; there was definite order to the compound. A little farther away from the house were the cattle pens and horse corral. One thing Elaine did not see was another woman. She knew she was not getting out of here until they were finished with her. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself and not be too scared.
They were greeted on porch by a man coming out of the front door of the main house. He was a short, muscular man who looked to be in his early 40s, with a crew cut. He was wearing a long sleeve khaki shirt and jeans. His face was clean shaven, but through the open top buttons of his shirt Elaine could see a mass of curly, dark hair. She could see an assortment of tattoos that she guessed were military in nature. He had a couple of small scars on his face and one long linear one on his right arm that disappeared up into his sleeve. Elaine was learning to recognize the edge of violence in men and saw it in this one; he would hurt people, he would hurt her.
Roy warmly took his hand, “Sam,” he said in greeting, “nice to see you again.”
Sam returned the smile. “Roy, come on in,” he said, “Mark’s waiting inside.” He held the door open, Roy led Elaine past him. He slowly and deliberately looked Elaine up and down with the look of a man who fully expected to have his way with her. Elaine shrank back and leaned away from him as they passed.
Roy followed Sam down a hallway into a den. Sam offered Roy a chair. Roy pointed to a cushion on the floor beside the chair. “Kneel, Slave.”
“Yes, Master.” Elaine did not know what was going to happen, but she knew that blind obedience to her master was the best strategy. They would do what they wanted to her, but she did not want to give them a reason to punish her. She also hated to admit it, but she did not want embarrass Roy, either.
”Can I get you a drink, Roy?” Sam asked.
“How about your slave?”
“Please. I think she’ll need it.”
Sam chuckled and went to the shelf. He made up four scotch on the rocks, and handed two to Roy. Roy passed one to Elaine and she gratefully took it with her cuffed hands. She sipped on it, feeling the warmth radiate out from her stomach and calm begin to take over.
Roy and Sam made small talk about the weather, cattle and a few mutual acquaintances. It was obvious they were waiting for Mark. Finally the door opened and Mark came in. He was 5’10” with a stocky build and slightly thinning brown hair. He had a mustache and was rather handsome. There was an air of calm and control about him, he reeked of success. He was wearing faded jeans, a perfectly clean white button down shirt and cowboy boots. He had a slightly annoyed and distracted look on his face when he entered that faded into genuine enthusiasm when he shook hands with Roy. Elaine could not help but feel attracted to this man, even though she knew she should fear him.
He looked down appraisingly at Elaine. “So this is what the trouble is all about,” he said and softly stroked her cheek. “She is beautiful, Roy.”
“Thank you, Mark.”
“And still new to the collar, too. If you ever consider selling her, let me know. I’ll make you a good offer on her.”
A chill ran through Elaine. It was a reminder that she was property, she might belong to Roy now but there was no guarantee she always would.
”Thanks, Mark. I plan on keeping her but I’ll keep you in mind,” Roy answered.
Mark sat down behind the desk and drained his scotch.
”Okay,” he said in a serious tone, “let’s get down to business. Sam, you checked out the bodies?”
“Yessir,” the stocky man answered. “It’s just like Roy described. It looks like an accident. Unless they go CSI on it no one will ever know anything happened there.”
“And no one will go CSI on it,” Mark interjected, “I can guarantee that.”
Sam turned to Roy. “Nicely done, Roy. It’s nice work. You ever done this sort of thing before?”
Elaine anxiously waited for the answer, eager to know more about her owner.
Roy smiled mysteriously. “I’ll plead the Fifth on that one.”
Both Sam and Mark laughed. “Yeah,” Sam said, “as Liddy says, there’s no statute of limitations on murder.”
“What about the gun and the shell casings? Any problem with those?” Roy asked.
Sam waved his hand dismissively. “Drunk cowboys shooting from the back of pickup is not exactly uncommon. Even if they look that hard and match up those casings with the gun no one is going to care.”
“Sam’s right,” Mark added. “These were not model citizens. Neither was local so their families are not going to be looking for them. It will be ruled an accident and that will be that.”
“So, we’re all set?” Roy asked.
”Case closed,” Mark said smugly.
”Well, thank you,” Roy said sincerely. “If you ever have any tech problems I can solve, let me know.”
“There are a few things I might need help with. I have some files I need to keep accessible and hidden at the same time,” Mark answered.
”Okay, drop me a line and I’ll take care of it,” said Roy.
Mark leaned back and poured himself another scotch. “Well, is there anything else, then?”
Roy sat forward and spoke formally. “Since you have helped me so much I feel that the least I can do is offer to share my slave with you gentlemen tonight.”
Elaine froze. So this is what he had planned all along.
Mark and Sam smiled. “We would love to,” Mark answered.
The three men continued to talk while they sipped on their drinks. It turned out Roy knew The Hunter fairly well and Sam had a professional curiosity about him. Sam tried to pump Roy for information, but Roy answered evasively.
”Come on, Roy,” Sam probed, “weren’t you with him at Arsenic Wells?”
“Sam,” Roy answered patiently, “imagine you’re me. Would you talk about that?”
Sam looked annoyed for a second then clapped Roy on the shoulder. “Fair enough, Roy. You can’t blame me for trying. It might be interesting to work with him someday. Or against him.”
Elaine watched Mark during this exchange. He listened intently and seemed to have gotten whatever information it was that he wanted. Mark swiftly changed to conversation to computers and he and Roy were soon talking in terms that seemed like a foreign language to Elaine. Her thoughts turned to what was going to happen to her. As much as she knew she should be afraid, she was instead turned on. The fact that she knew there was no escape heightened her arousal when it should have terrified her. They were going to gang bang her tonight, she thought and took a deep breath.
They finished their drinks and Mark said “let’s go to the playroom.”
The men all stood up. Roy handed Elaine’s leash to Mark. “If you please,” Roy said.
Mark gave the leash a sharp tug and Elaine rose to her feet. Mark roughly pulled her out the door and down the hall. Elaine was scared, but also very turned on. These three men were going to use her body all night. She would get fucked everywhere over and over. She knew what Roy could do to her and she sensed that Mark and Sam would do that and more. She had lost all control and now she was heading down the hall to be gang raped and she was dripping wet. She knew she was meant to be a slave.
Elaine stumbled along as Mark pulled her through the hallway. Behind her, she heard Sam and Mark commenting on her ass.
”Yeah,” Roy said, “and it fucks as good as it looks.” He reached forward and flipped up her skirt so Sam could get a better look at her ass as they walked along.
They wound up in front of a big, heavy wooden door. Mark pulled out a key and unlocked it. With a tug he pulled it open and led Elaine, Sam and Roy into the room. When they were all in he closed the door with a thud and locked it. Elaine was in, she was not going anywhere until Mark was done with her.
Elaine looked around; the room was like something out of a pervert’s dream. A big, four posted bed was off to one side. On one wall there was a big wooden X with cuffs in the four corners of it. Next to it was a rack that held a variety of whips: there was a paddle, a razor strop, riding crop and a few Elaine could not even start to identify. In another part of the room a pair of leather cuffs hung from a chain dangling from the ceiling. An open wardrobe revealed a collection of harnesses, cuffs, gags, spreader bars and blindfolds. She craned her head and saw a table of lube and dildos. A pile of pads and wedges took up one corner, each looking like something from a gymnastics meet, but with handcuffs. She had a bad feeling about tonight. The rest of the room looked like a comfortable dungeon. There were no windows and only the one closed and locked door. Lights were spread on the beamed ceiling, some on, some off; the walls were bare brick with pictures of bound and fucked women scattered on them. A few padded chairs were beside a small, round table and an overstuffed sofa was near the bed. It was obvious this room had one purpose and she was to be the center of that tonight.
Roy handed the keys to Elaine’s cuffs to Mark then addressed his slave. “Slave,” he told her, “tonight you will obey Mark and Sam as you would obey me. You will do as you’re told. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Elaine looked him briefly in the eyes then stared at the floor.
Roy stepped back and sat on one of the chairs. Mark moved in front of her and lifted her chin so she looked him in the eyes.
”We are going to have a lot of fun tonight. Do as we say and you’ll get out of this alright. You’re a slave, so you’ll probably enjoy most of it. If not, too bad.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly, his tongue gently stroking her lips. He took off her cuffs. Elaine rubbed her wrists, but before she could do anything else, Mark reached out and grabbed her shirt. With a quick jerk he untied the knot above her stomach and with a second he ripped it open, the buttons flying across the room.
Elaine flinched, but held her ground. Mark slid the blouse off her unresisting arms then began fondling her breasts with both hands. His touch was rough, his hand calloused, but the violence of his undressing her already had her nipples hard. She breathed hard as one hand continued playing with her breasts while the other reached back and unfastened her skirt. It fell to the floor and Elaine was left wearing only a collar. Mark’s hands were all over her body, rubbing her ass, snaking between her legs to finger her wetness, pulling on her nipples.
”On your knees, Slave,” Mark ordered her.
Elaine was not sure how to address him, but knew he would correct her if she was wrong. “Yes, Master,” and she dropped to her knees.
Mark chuckled as he began to strip. “I’m not your master, sweetie. Only Roy gets called that. You will address Sam and me as ‘Sir’. Do you understand?”
Elaine was eye level with the bulge in his pants. “Yes, Sir.”
Mark took off his jeans and was now naked. He had a little body hair, but not as much as Roy or as much as she guessed Sam had. He looked good, lean and muscular, tanned with no scars or tattoos. She looked quickly to check out his cock; that was what would be important to her. She was relieved to see that he was about the same size as Roy, maybe a little shorter but a little thicker, too. He stroked his cock and smiled down at her. “Open up, Slave,” he told her, “let’s get the party started.”
Elaine obeyed and Mark filled her mouth with his cock. He slowly and deliberately forced it all the way in until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Elaine had always thought that men shaving their pubic hair was less than masculine, but with a man’s pubic hair tickling her nose it did not seem like that much of a bad idea. At least the hair tickling her nose distracted her from the cock in her throat. Mark slid in and out a few times then left her mouth.
”Your turn, Slave,” he said to her with his hands on his hips. “Let’s see what you can do.”
Elaine wanted to apologize in advance for not being very good at sucking cock. She knew it was not her strong suit, it was always easier when the men just fucked her face. But Elaine knew she had to try and she was determined to give it her best effort. She licked his shaft from base to tip, sucked his balls and got as much of his cock in her mouth as she could, but she could tell this was not doing much for Mark.
”Roy,” she heard Mark say as she tried to take him in her throat, “do you know Bill Waites?”
“In Las Vegas?” Roy replied.
“I’ve crossed paths with him a few times at Association functions. Why?”
“He’s the best at teaching slaves to suck cock. This one obviously needs some instruction.” Elaine blushed in embarrassment and humiliation, she was trying but knew it was true. “I’ll give you his card.”
“Sorry, Mark,” Roy apologized, “she’s still new to all of this. On Thursday she was still a lonely, frustrated free woman.”
Mark stopped Elaine with a hand on her head and smiled down at her. “You’ve done well with her. There is an innocence about her that just makes you want to violently violate her, somehow being good at sucking cock would just be out of character.”
“She is great at eating pussy, though,” Roy added, “I saw her put on a show earlier that was amazing.”
“Yes, that’s what Amanda said,” Mark said. Elaine froze at the mention of her roommate’s name and wanted to ask about her but knew she was not allowed. Mark tugged her to her feet by the collar and pointed to the bed. “On the bed, sweetie,” he told her, “we’ll let Sam get you opened up for us.”
Elaine climbed up on the bed and lay down in the middle. She noted it was firm, with some give and a faint crinkling that hinted of a plastic wrap somewhere under the sheets. There were rings bolted into the posts and in the middle of the headboard and foot board. On a table beside the bed there was an assortment of ropes, straps and cuffs. Elaine eyed those warily, but she was getting more aroused thinking about being tied to the bed while these three men took turns fucking her. She had not been able to orgasm while she was with Kristy and Roy earlier and was ready.
”How do you want her?” Mark asked.
”Arms spread, legs free,” she heard Sam answer.
On one side of her Mark put a padded cuff on her wrist then secured it with a strap to the post. Roy did the same with the other side then they both stepped back to admire their work. Elaine tugged at each arm and found that they were secure, she was held tight.
Sam was at the foot of the bed undressing. Just as she had expected, he was as hairy as a bear. Under the mat of curly black hair she could see more tattoos and more scars. She was afraid of this man and did not want to do anything to provoke him, but knew that even obeying his every whim would not keep him from hurting her.
”Okay, Slave,” Roy said to Elaine. “Time to get fucked.”
“Yes, Master” Elaine answered and the three men laughed.
Elaine turned back to look at Sam and would have jumped out of bed if she hadn’t been tied down. His cock was huge, at least nine inches long, and thick. She did not know how she was going to be able to take that in her vagina, not to mention her throat and, god forbid, her ass.
Sam smiled at her discomfort. “Oh yeah, Slave, all night long. Everywhere. You’re gonna take this cock everywhere.”
Elaine wanted to protest or plead, but knew it would do no good. Mark was grinning, too, and poured drinks for Roy and himself. He sat on a chair beside the bed and propped his feet up on the mattress while Roy sat on the couch with a good view.
Sam rubbed his huge cock on Elaine’s face. She opened her mouth to try to take it in, but he kept it out, teasing her and lightly smacking her with it.
”Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to suck it tonight.” Sam chuckled then climbed on the bed.
Elaine’s eyes were locked on the giant cock as it bobbed in front of her. She still could not believe that it would fit inside her.
Sam reached down and stroked Elaine’s legs. She spread her legs for him, offering herself to him. Sam kissed each silky thigh then climbed between them. He put her ankles on his shoulders, she could feel the curly hair on his shoulders on her calves, the hair of his chest on the back of her thighs, as he maneuvered between her legs.
He placed the tip of his cock against her wet slit. Elaine looked up at him, terrified.
”Please don’t hurt me,” she pleaded.
Sam looked down at her beautiful, moist blue eyes. He was really going to enjoy punishing her little body. She was going to get fucked tonight like she had never been fucked before. Maybe she would like it, maybe not, it really did not matter to him. She was a slave, she was just an object of pleasure.
Elaine turned to Roy, her eyes pleading to her master, but he just smiled and sipped on his drink.
Sam began to force his way in, slowly but relentlessly. Elaine cried out as he penetrated her. It burned and stretched worse than anything she had taken in her cunt before. Her eyes watered and her body convulsed as he violated her. It seemed to take forever for him to get all the way inside her, she felt him bump into her cervix then push in a little more. When he finally stopped, his hips against her crotch it seemed like she was being split. She had never felt so full and stretched, every square inch of her cunt was filled.
Elaine was very aware of the huge cock in her pussy, she felt so used, so degraded, but so turned on, too. She was a fully sexual object. At least for this night she existed only for the pleasure her body could bring these men.
Sam held himself buried all the way in her for a moment, turning his hips slightly, grinding into Elaine’s helpless body. Elaine softly cried, fearing the abuse even as she hungered for more.
”Fuck her hard, Sam,” Mark said, “pound that tight little cunt!”
Elaine looked briefly to Mark, as she did Sam pulled out fast and slammed back in hard. Elaine screamed out as his enormous cock rammed into her. She tried to squirm away, but was tied down and pinned by Sam.
Sam got up on his knees, lifting Elaine’s body off the bed, and pounded away. He held firmly onto her thighs as he roughly fucked her. Elaine kept screaming while he violated her and was shocked when the pain was overwhelmed by her much delayed orgasm, amplified by her day long denial.
Sam slammed a few times more then pulled out and climbed up on her to shoved the tip of his enormous member into her mouth. Elaine gagged as round after round of cum shot into her mouth. Wide eyed, scared and hurt there was nothing she could do but swallow it and wait for what these men were going to do to her next.
Sam kept his cock in her mouth, not in so deep that she could not breathe but in enough to fill her mouth. He reached back and found her swollen clit and rubbed it gently, as he did he pushed deeper in to her mouth, slowly cutting off her air. It only took a minute to make Elaine cum again. Deprived of air, her pussy aching from the rough fucking by Sam’s huge cock she came until she passed out.
Elaine awoke a few minutes later. She greedily gasped for air and tasted the salty cum of Sam in her mouth. She tried to wipe the tears from her eyes, but her hands were still tied. No one was doing anything to her at the moment so she tried to look around the room.
Sam was standing beside a table, pouring a drink. He was still naked and Elaine could see his softening cock hanging beneath his hairy legs. Elaine could see his muscular back, a few more scars poking out from under the mat of black hair that covered him below the neck. He scared her, he had just brutalized her and he was just getting started.
Roy was next. He put on a condom while Elaine helplessly watched. He climbed on top of his captive slave and slid his hard cock into her already wet and loosened pussy. He whispered softly into her ear as her ground his hips into her, “you’re doing great, Slave.” Elaine found the encouragement comforting and gazed up adoringly at her owner as he began to fuck her.
Roy started out slow and gentle, wanting to let his slave save some of her strength, but it did not take long for his lust to overcome him. He had taken this innocent woman and introduced her to this world. She had been a shy, quiet, lonely woman and now, because of him, she was tied up and helpless as three men prepared to fuck her all night long. She belonged to him and her comfort no longer mattered to him. He rammed into her harder and harder now, reminding her of his control over her with each thrust.
Elaine kept her eyes on Roy as he took her. The rough pounding seemed more natural and more satisfying to her, he was using her again. Elaine wanted to cum for him, to show the other men what her owner could do. She thought of all he had done to her and all he had had done to her, and as she looked at Sam’s leering face she exploded into another orgasm. As her pussy clenched and spasmed on Roy’s invading cock she felt Roy cum, too. He grunted and groaned as he shot his load inside her then smiled encouragingly at her as he slowed and stopped.
”Thank you, Master”, Elaine said to her owner and ground her hips around his still hard shaft.
Roy kissed her forehead then withdrew from her.
Mark was ready.
”You are beautiful, Elaine,” Mark said to her, “maybe when Roy gets tired of you I’ll buy you from him. I should say ‘if he gets tired of you’. If you were mine I’d fuck you every chance I got. Hell, I might never leave the house.” He chuckled to himself.
Mark lifted up the bottle of liquor, Elaine could see it was some sort of expensive looking scotch. He stood above her and poured a small stream on her breasts and stomach. The liquor pooled in her navel, and slid across her soft skin.
Mark set the bottle down, knelt on the bed and began licking the scotch off her naked body. First he licked it off her breasts. Elaine squirmed helplessly beneath him as his tongue lapped up the brown liquor. He licked each nipple, sucking them briefly them moving on to more skin. He got all of the scotch off her breasts then went after her stomach. He licked in long, slow paths then dove into her navel, his tongue snaking in and going after the spilt liquor. Elaine squirmed and moaned, his mouth had her to the edge of cumming again.
Much to Elaine’s surprise, Mark untied her hands from the headboard and lay down beside her on the bed. He unrolled a condom onto his shaft and turned to her. “Okay, Slave,” he told her, “now I want you to fuck me. Come on, climb on top.”
Elaine stretched a bit and quickly wiped her eyes with her hands then rolled over and straddled Mark. This was something she had never done with a man, every other man she had been with had fucked her, she was never on top. Amanda, however, was another story. The redhead had loved to lie down with a strap-on on and have Elaine “go to town” (as Amanda would say) on top of her.
She climbed on top of him, facing him. He reached up and played with her breasts as she rubbed her wet cunt up and down his hard shaft.
”Fuck me, you pretty little toy,” Mark moaned.
He moved one hand to her ass and stopped her when she was at the top of one of her strokes. He moved his cock to her wet opening. She froze. He slid his hands down to her hips and pushed her back onto his cock.
Elaine closed her eyes and whimpered as he filled her. He was not as big as Sam, but bigger than anyone else who had fucked her before Roy. She concentrated on how he felt inside her stretched pussy, how her clit felt against him, how his hands on her hips controlled her.
Mark loosened his grip on her hips and she sat back up and began riding him. She was determined first and foremost to get herself off. She circled her hips and slid up and down on his enormous shaft, each stroke brought her closer and closer.
Mark stared in fascination as this beautiful, submissive, collared woman fucked him. It felt great, her hot, tight wet pussy clung to his cock. He could see in her color and face that she was almost there. He didn’t have to wait much longer. She moaned then yelled as she bounced harder and harder on his shaft. Her face contorted in ecstasy and her whole body turned bright red. Her pussy got even wetter and she ground down onto him, milking every last moment out of her climax.
She slowed after she came, but Mark wasn’t finished yet. He held her hips in place and started fucking her hard, slamming up from below.
All Elaine could do was take it. She was getting fucked for the third time with out any break or time to recover. Her pussy ached, but still hungered for more. All the sensations were too overpowering to let her do anything but accept what was being done to her. She seemed to be riding one long orgasm, every bit of her body resonating to the cock pounding away at her. She moaned and whimpered, it was so intense. This was why she had become a slave, to be used and degraded and to feel things that overpowered the rational part of her brain.
She was not aware of when Mark came, she only became aware when he stopped fucking her. She came down quickly, but her body was still flushed and tingling all over. She stared down at wonder at Mark, he smiled back up at her.
Suddenly, Sam grabbed Elaine by the collar and pulled her off Mark. She was not quite sure what was happening and looked to Mark for help, but he put his hands behind his head and smiled as Sam took her away.
”Come on Slave girl, it’s time to take it in the ass,” Sam growled as he dragged her.
Elaine half walked, half stumbled as he pulled her over to one of the wedge shaped pads. She tried futilely to resist, but her legs were rubbery and Sam was much stronger than she was. Sam enjoyed her fighting and flung her roughly onto the pad. He held her down and bent her over the pad at the waist. Roy was there and strapped her in place with a belt across her waist. Roy and Sam secured her arms and legs, easily overpowering her weak efforts to get free. In only a few seconds Elaine was bound to the pad, her ass in the air, face down, arms and legs spread and secured. She was ready and open for whatever they wanted to do to her.
Elaine tried to move, but she could not budge an inch.
”You’ve got a beautiful ass, Slave,” Sam told her. “I’m going to call you ‘Sweet Cheeks’.” He turned to Roy, “do you mind if I call your slave ‘Sweet Cheeks’?”
“Go right ahead,” Roy said magnanimously, “she does have some sweet cheeks.”
“Please, Sam,” she pleaded, “please don’t do this. Please don’t hurt me.” She looked at Roy again, pleading with her eyes, but he did not say or do anything. Elaine knew there was no hope.
Sam was behind her, out of her line of sight and she couldn’t move her head to see him, but she did hear him laugh. He gazed at her ass and stroked his huge cock in anticipation of violating her. She had one of the most beautiful asses he had seen, the curves and complexion seemed to be in perfect harmony. He didn’t like the turtle, tattoo, though. It was like putting a smiley face on the Mona Lisa.
Sam knelt down behind her and began softy rubbing Elaine’s ass. He kneaded her firm cheeks, roughly grabbing her soft skin. He kissed and licked them, biting hard once to admire the teeth marks on her pale flesh. He squirted some lube into her little brown hole and gently stuck a finger in to rub it around. He put in a little more and added a second finger, turning and stretching her. He pulled them out and watched her tight back door close.
This was going to be good.
Sam leaned down next to Elaine’s ear. He kissed it gently, then whispered to her. “I’m gonna do you now. Ready for me, Sweet Cheeks?”
Her eyes closed and tears slowly running down her face, Elaine nodded. She was scared, she knew that this was going to really hurt and there was nothing she could do to stop it. But this was what she had wanted, this was why she had become a slave, to be used relentlessly for someone else’s pleasure.
Sam turned her head and kissed her, softly and gently, his tongue briefly brushing hers then withdrawing. Elaine knew that this gentleness was preceding a violent, painful violation; it was the calm before the storm.
”You can scream,” Sam told her as he moved behind her, “if you like. I love it when slaves scream.”
Elaine was determined not to give him that satisfaction. She tried to relax, to calm herself and will herself to open. Before Roy, no one had ever taken her there before. Well, before Roy there was a lot of stuff she had never done.
Sam’s background was vague, Mark was one of the few who knew it all, but he had let hints drop about “information extraction”. Those had been the good old days. No one could claim that Sam was not a sadist, because he definitely was. But he was not a full time sadist who inflicted pain simply to inflict pain. To Sam, pain was a flavor enhancer, it made something he already liked doing even more enjoyable. He loved fucking, making it hurt was the icing on the cake.
As he gazed down on this beautiful, helpless woman, he had to resist the urge to destroy her. This was not out of any kindness to Elaine, it was because she was borrowed property. He would no more break a tool he borrowed than destroy a slave that was loaned to him. Almost regretfully, he rolled on a condom and squirted copious amounts of lube on his huge cock.
He moved between her legs, kissed her butt one more time then readied himself.
Elaine tried to prepare herself as he kissed her. This gentleness was almost too much. She wished he would just be rough the whole time instead, that way she could adjust for him. She clenched her fists but tried to relax her anus. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her crack, when the tip caught on her tight hole he stopped.
Elaine took a deep breath and Sam began to force his way in. He was slow, but strong and quickly penetrated her. She wanted to cry out, it hurt. Sam was only the second man to enter her ass and he was bigger than Roy. Her rim stretched and burned, even lubed it was painful. She shuddered to think what it would be like unlubed.
Slowly he worked deeper into her, it seemed to take forever to get all the way in. He kept sliding in, deeper and deeper, filling her, violating her. Finally she felt his rough pubic hair against the soft skin on her ass. She was sweating heavily and her body feebly tried to expel this massive intrusion. She did not scream or cry out, she was as proud of that as someone tied down and being anally raped could be.
Sam lay on top of her, his large, hairy body forcing the air from Elaine’s small frame. He turned her head towards him and gently kissed her on the lips, his tongue only slightly entering her mouth, licking the inside of her lips.
”Now the fun begins,” he whispered in her ear.
Elaine could breathe again once he got off her, but his hard cock buried in her ass did not change and the ordeal was just starting. She expected him to start hammering away immediately, but he did not. His strokes were long and slow, painful but tolerable, but Elaine did not relax, she knew any second now he would hurt her.
Sam was mesmerized as he watched his huge cock disappear into Elaine’s tiny hole. It always amazed him that something as big as his cock could fit into the small assholes of these women. It just seemed to vanish inside of them. Well, enough of the easy part.
Sam suddenly slammed hard into Elaine, burying himself in one powerful stroke. Elaine was in agony, but still didn’t cry out. She clenched her fists and toes and bit down on the pad, but was not going to give him the satisfaction of screaming. She counted five hard thrusts into her tender ass, each one brought her closer to screaming then he stopped and withdrew from her, leaving her empty.
Elaine was trying to catch her breath when Sam battered back into her. Without warning he battered through her feebly resisting sphincter and buried his cock all the way into her. This time she could not fight at and a loud scream escaped her lips.
”That’s it, Sweet Cheeks, don’t fight it, scream,” Sam snarled at her.
He pounded her roughly now, and he started slapping her ass as he did, first one side then the other. Sam laughed as Elaine kept crying out, she could not keep it in any more. This hurt worse than anything Roy had done to her, but even as the pain climbed to a crescendo the distinction between pleasure and pain blurred. The sensations were so strong that she was not sure if she hated it or loved it, she wanted it to stop, but feared that it would. At some point she realized that she was cumming, the line between the pleasure and the pain was gone, she had been forced into an orgasm. Every nerve in her body was afire, every square inch of her was alive with agony and ecstasy. It was like a fuse was blown, she lost all control of her body, it went limp as Sam hammered away inside her.
Sam seemed to be able to fuck forever, but eventually he came. He fired round after round of cum so deep inside her body that he half expected to see it drip out of her nose. Sam had done a lot of women in the ass, but he could not remember one as satisfying as this one. It was the combination of her beauty, her innocence, how her ass felt on his cock and her reaction to what he did to her. He ran his hands down her sides, admiring her ravished body. She was covered in sweat, her ass cheeks reddened by his slapping, flush from her orgasm and wracked by sobs. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks and onto the pad.
Sam roughly pulled out, staggered to a nearby chair and flopped down. Mark handed him a glass of whiskey, Sam drained it in one swallow.
He turned to Mark and simply said “wow.”
“Told you her ass fucked as good as it looked,” Roy said smugly.
Mark smiled, set down his drink and got up. He walked behind Elaine who was still panting and sobbing, little drops of lube sliding down from her reddened asshole. Mark put on a condom, took the bottle of lube and quickly rubbed some of it on his erect cock. He climbed between her thighs and with no further ado rammed his cock into her ass.
Elaine was not ready for this. She had hoped for a little time to recover after Sam’s violation, but Mark was already inside her. Mark skipped any introductory pleasures and went straight to pounding her. Elaine yelled again, but she lacked the strength to fight or scream too loudly. All she could do was lie there as he violently used her.
Mark grabbed her hips firmly as he hammered away at her. He rolled his head back; Sam was right, she was great. He would have to take her as often as he could tonight. Almost regretfully, he climaxed inside her.
Elaine was crying as Mark climbed off and Roy took his place. Roy was incredibly turned on, the power he had over Elaine was intoxicating. He had brought her to the place where three men were fucking her in the ass, and she just had to take it. He had taken a shy, normal woman and turned her into a sex slave, he had turned her into his sex slave. She seemed to be constantly cumming, crying or both. Her mind might be resisting, but her body knew what it wanted.
Roy slipped on the condom and rubbed on some lube. He bent forward and kissed her ass, plucking a stray pube left behind by either Sam or Mark from her crack. He reached a finger into her slit; it was wet and as ready to go as ever. Nothing seemed to turn her on like being used and abused. She calmed a bit as Roy gently fingered her pussy and when she was back in control he put his cock against her battered asshole.
Roy pushed into her, slowly but firmly, filling her again. He remember again how much he loved being in her ass, how he had stolen her and killed two men just to be able to keep doing this to her. She looked so beautiful, so natural, tied up and impaled on his cock. He rubbed his hands down her sides, reaching under her to pinch her erect nipples. She flinched a bit, moaned softly and waited for Roy to take her. He shifted his hands back to her hips and started thrusting.
He used her hard, driven by her helplessness, beauty and his own youth. Only when he reached under her to rub her clit did he slow any. Elaine shifted onto his hand, welcoming the pleasure to match her violation. She came just before he did, her climax lost in the last few hard thrusts as he orgasmed, once more, inside her beautiful body.
Roy pulled out of her and slipped off the condom. He dropped it into the can on top of a growing pile of used condoms and wiped off his cock with a towel. Panting for the exertion he shared a knowing look with Mark and Sam.
”Sam,” Mark said to his partner, “why don’t you bring little Sweet Cheeks over here for a drink?”
Sam got up and undid the straps that held Elaine down. He helped her to her feet and she leaned against him. Sam could tell she was not ready to walk yet so he picked her up, cradling her in his arms. Elaine was in a daze, she leaned her abused body into Sam’s hairy chest as he carried her to the sofa. Gently, he sat her down in the middle. He sat on one side of her and Mark on the other. Roy sat in a chair across from them.
Elaine sat back on the couch surrounded by men who had just brutally fucked her. She was starting to get her senses back and knew she should enjoy this little rest before they took her again. She tried not to look at any of them, but just to have a minute or two to herself.
Mark handed her a glass of whiskey and ice. She quickly drained it and he refilled it. She was a slave, she kept reminding herself. This is what happened to slaves. Or so she assumed, she had never been a slave before nor had she ever known a slave before. In fact, before Friday she did even know there were slaves. Sure, she had played slave girl with Amanda, but that was a game, this was real. Even though it hurt, and she was afraid of what would happen next, she was excited by it all, too. She craved the use of her body, the men pounding away at her while she was helpless to stop them. The pain and fear just added to the experience.
She sipped the second glass, trying to get as much rest as possible. Somehow she knew when she finished this one they would start on her again. Her ass throbbed and her pussy felt like it had rug burn. It had been a rough few days.
Roy, Mark and Sam watched as she sipped her drink. When she was down to just ice, Mark took the glass from her hands and put it aside.
”Break time is over, Sweet Cheeks,” Mark told her. “Back to work.”
Roy stood up and stepped in front of her. He took hold of her head and pushed it towards his cock. Elaine leaned forward and opened her mouth. Roy slid into her and was quickly in her throat. He began to fuck her face, and as he did Elaine could feel hands on her breasts and thighs, one began to finger her slit. Even as Roy violated her mouth Elaine got closer and closer to orgasm, but she was not allowed to finish. The hand in her crotch (Mark? she liked to think it was Mark) kept her on the edge of cumming, but did not push her over the edge. Roy came and Elaine swallowed more semen. She thought wryly that the only thing she had had to eat since lunch was spooge.
”Okay,” Roy said as Elaine sucked the last bits of cum from his cock, “what’s next on the agenda?”
Mark offered Elaine his hand and she weakly rose from the couch. She felt a string of lube from her ass stick to the cushion as she rose and a little drop of cum ran down from her mouth. He led her the few steps to the table. Sam had already cleared the table, putting the whiskey, ice and glasses in the whip cabinet. Mark lifted her so she was sitting on the table then pushed her back. Sam cradled her head and lowered her back to the table.
Elaine lay on the table, her legs dangled off one end and Sam pushed her head down so it hung off the edge of the table, too. She was looking at the world upside down.
Sam stood in front of her and softly rubbed her throat. Elaine looked right at Sam’s huge cock in front of her face, the same rod that had so violently taken her twice already tonight. She swallowed and readied for what she knew was coming, and cumming. She did not know how that huge thing would fit in her throat without killing her, but she would soon find out.
Sam grabbed his cock and pushed the tip into Elaine’s waiting mouth. She did not try to fight or resist. He left the tip in for moment and Elaine could taste dried cum and the juices from her cunt, the flavor of her debasement. She stared right at his hairy thighs and balls. She decided that the view was not going to get any better so she closed her eyes.
Sam slowly pushed his way in. He pushed past her teeth and tongue, pausing briefly as he got to the top of her throat. Elaine gagged when he pushed deeper into her throat, but there was no stopping him. She tried to get up and pull away, but strong hands held her on the table. She felt her throat stretch painfully as he continued to push into her. She could not breathe and wondered how much farther until he was all the way in. She tried to stay calm and was relieved when she finally felt his balls against her nose. She was, in a masochistic way, proud that she was able to take him all the way in.
”That’s it, Sweet Cheeks,” Sam moaned, “take it all in. Suck it, Sweet Cheeks, suck it.”
Elaine tried to suck, but her mouth and throat were so full all she could do was just take it. She arched her back in pain when Sam reached down and roughly grabbed her nipples. He pulled and twisted them as he pulled back out. When he was out enough so she could breathe she greedily sucked a deep breath through her nose and as she did Sam slid back into her. He slowly fucked her face and throat; Elaine was able to time her breathing with his thrusting.
This was almost worse than having her ass pounded. It hurt less, but not being able to breathe scared her and kept her on the edge of panic. It was more humiliating, too, and having his balls bounce off her nose with every thrust made her feel even more used.
As Sam slowly picked up speed with his thrusting, she was made aware of Mark. She had forgotten about him. She remembered him when he pushed his cock into her pussy.
”Wow, guys,” Mark said as he buried himself deep inside her, “she is really wet. She loves it. What an amazing piece of ass you found, Roy.”
Elaine wanted to cry but couldn’t. For the first time in her life two men were inside her and it was intense. Mark started pounding her, hooking her legs over his shoulders and slamming away. She tried to yell, but was gagged by the huge cock in her mouth. Much to her shame, it only took a couple of thrusts from Mark before she came. She moaned and thrashed about, but was helpless as the two cocks pounded away at her.
The two men roughly used her mouth and pussy. Not slowing or stopping as they forced their pleasure from her body. Elaine came again as hands, she was not sure whose, pulled and rubbed her sensitive breasts.
She wasn’t sure if Mark or Sam finished first, but they were both close. Suddenly they both slowed and stopped. Mark pulled out of battered pussy first then Sam slid out of her mouth, leaving a trail of cum across her tongue.
Elaine panted and cried, she had never imagined she could experience a night like this. She never thought anything like this could ever happen to her. She was only vaguely aware of a phone ringing and Mark answering it.
Tenderly, Sam caressed Elaine’s face and chest. He softly traced her collarbone and gently rubbed her cheeks. He had just violently raped her face, but was now treating her with tenderness. Elaine softly cried and Sam rubbed away her tears.
”Let’s hang her up,” she heard Roy say. “Upright, legs spread. Let’s make sure we can get from the front and back.”
Elaine tried to deny what she had heard. She was going to be double penetrated, one in her ass, one in her pussy. She did not know if she could take it, but she realized she did not have any choice.
The three of them carried Elaine to the harness hanging from the ceiling and began suspending her. Her hands were tied together above her head and hung from the ceiling. Her weight was hung from straps on her legs and under her arms. Her legs were spread, leaving her open for use. Elaine was resigned to her fate now. She was sore and loose from all the pounding her ass, pussy and mouth had already taken, but she knew her owner still had more in store for her.
Sam stepped back and admired his handiwork. Elaine was ready to be double penetrated. She was open and helpless. He smiled. He loved seeing women like this.
”I’ll take the back,” she heard Roy say from behind her.
“Should we let our special guest have the front?” Mark asked.
Special guest? Elaine perked up a little, three men were bad enough, now Roy wanted to add a fourth? She sighed bitterly and closed her eyes.
”I think we should,” Roy agreed.
Elaine heard Sam open the door to the room. “Come on in, we’re ready for you now,” he said to someone in the other room.
Elaine instantly knew who it was. She recognized the footsteps, the faint smell, the very sense of presence and began to softly cry. She kept her eyes closed, not trusting herself. A hand touched her wet cheek, a familiar touch that sent shivers down her spine.
”I missed you, Laney.”
“Me, too,” Elaine answered and opened her eyes. Caressing her cheek, her face inches away from Elaine’s, was Amanda. Elaine did not know what to think or feel. This was Amanda, the person who had first brought Elaine to orgasm. She had been Elaine’s lover, her teacher and leader in sexual exploration; her roommate and friend. Amanda had also abandoned Elaine to a year of loneliness and got back in touch with her only because she wanted to sell Elaine into sexual slavery.
Amanda was just the way Elaine remembered her. She must have put some effort into this because her huge head of curly red hair was tied back and manageable. Elaine fondly remembered all the many times she had brushed back the mounds of curls to kiss Amanda’s full lips or how it felt on her thighs when Amanda went down on her. Amanda’s light blue eyes looked back at Elaine, a hint of satisfaction and questioning in them. Elaine looked at Amanda’s muscular arms and shoulders, the milky skin showing some new freckling. Elaine thought she needed to put on more sunscreen; Amanda had such fair skin but was outside all the time. Elaine had always enjoyed rubbing sunscreen on her back. Elaine did not need to look down to know about Amanda’s powerful legs. Amanda had spent some time as a river guide, rowing tourists through the Grand Canyon and still had the all over ripped physique. Amanda had frequently overpowered Elaine during sex games and Elaine had loved it when Amanda would throw her over her shoulder and carry her off for some rough fucking. Elaine knew this woman, she knew her well.
Elaine was angry, deeply angry, at Amanda. She was angry more for Amanda leaving her when they were still at the Grand Canyon than for trying to sell her; Elaine knew she was born to be a slave and maybe Amanda had been trying to do her a favor. But no one, not even Roy, inspired deeper feelings than Amanda. No one knew Elaine as well, how to please her, how to hurt her.
Elaine opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no words came out. Amanda solved the problem by leaning in and kissing Elaine, her tongue sliding into Elaine’s unresisting mouth. Elaine closed her eyes. The kiss was so familiar, the feel of Amanda’s lips and tongue so long a part of Elaine’s life, and Elaine found herself responding, her cum covered tongue eagerly caressing Amanda’s. Soon she felt Amanda’s small, strong hands on her breasts, kneading and gently pulling on her nipples. Amanda knew just what to do to arouse Elaine and soon her touch had Elaine ready again for whatever they were going to do to her next. She breathed a deep sigh and opened her eyes. Amanda gazed expectantly at her and Elaine nodded.
Amanda was ready, too. She had a strap-on ready to go and stepped between Elaine’s legs. She put the plastic tip to Elaine’s sore pussy lips and slowly pushed in. Elaine knew Amanda well, she even knew which dildo Amanda had on the harness. It was “Henry”, a medium sized one that had been Elaine’s favorite. She recognized the feel of it as Amanda slid it into her. Blue eyes gazed at blue eyes, but Amanda just held inside Elaine, not fucking her but waiting.
Then Roy was behind her. He pressed his chest into Elaine’s back and whispered into her ear. “Are you ready, Slave?” he asked as his cock pressed against her abused anus.
Elaine’s eyes were locked on Amanda’s as she said “yes, Master.”
Roy forced his way into Elaine’s tight passage, filling her from behind as Amanda filled her from the front. For a moment they were all still and Elaine concentrated on how full she felt. She had never thought this was something she would be doing, never imagined her body used like this, but the feel of being taken front and back stirred a deep craving in her. Amanda and Roy both seemed to be waiting for her.
”Be good to her, Roy,” she heard Amanda whisper to Roy, “or I’ll kick your ass.”
“Fuck me, Master,” Elaine said and Roy began to slowly slide out of her ass. “Fuck me, Red,” she said to Amanda and Amanda began sliding out of her pussy.
Elaine closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensation. They both started slowly but quickly sped up. It took them a few minutes to find a rhythm, one sliding out as the other pounded in, but once they did they took Elaine hard. Soon Elaine was overwhelmed, she had not thought this was possible. She tried to yell out, but could not make a sound. Her whole body was on fire, she did not know if it was pain or pleasure, all she knew was that the entire universe was the fucking she was getting from the two most important people in her life. Finally, she found her voice and howled a primal, animal scream as they plundered her helpless body. She came and came, not quite sure where one orgasm ended and the next began.
Roy came with a yell of his own and quickly pulled out of her battered sphincter, but before Elaine had a chance to come down Mark was pushing inside her. Elaine opened her eyes as Amanda pulled out, too. She gave a last longing kiss to her lover as Sam took her place. Mark was already pounding away at her ass when Sam slid his huge rod into her wet pussy.
Elaine was only vaguely aware of anything as Mark and Sam fucked her. She felt their bodies against her, their body hair on her soft skin, their breathing regular on her face and shoulders like athletes working out. Her sweat mixed with theirs, her moans drowned out in theirs. And she could feel them hammering away at her, but mostly she was aware of cumming. At some point she went limp, she may have passed out, she would never know. When she finally regained her senses Amanda was loosening the straps and lowering her into Roy’s waiting arms.
Roy carried her over to the bed and set her down. He whispered in her ear “you did great, Slave.”
Elaine did not have the strength to answer him, but she thought she managed a wan smile. She closed her eyes and heard the door close and lock. When she opened them again she was alone. She wanted to think about what had just happened to her, she wanted to think about Roy and Amanda, but she was too tired and feel deeply asleep.
Elaine awoke to silence and found herself alone for a change. It took her a moment to realize where she was, still in the sex room at Mark’s ranch. She was sore, really sore. How many time had she been fucked last night? She could not remember, each of the three men had taken multiple turns in her, using her everywhere.
One light burned on a table. Beside it was an open tube of lube on its side, none spilled out so maybe they had used all of it on her. She could see the straps hanging from the ceiling where she had been double penetrated by Sam and Mark and before them Roy and…. Amanda. Amanda had been in on Elaine’s gang-bang, too.
The door unlocked and opened, sunlight spilled into the dark room. Coming through the door carrying a tray of coffee was Amanda. She was in a white t-shirt and shorts, and her hair was a mass of loose curls today. She smiled as she sat the tray down on the table beside the bed, shoving some handcuffs onto the floor to make room. She poured two cups of coffee, added milk to one and offered it to Elaine. Elaine sat up, wincing as she put pressure on her crotch, and took the coffee.
”Good afternoon, Laney,” Amanda said and sat down on the bed beside Elaine. Elaine looked a little puzzled. “It’s 2pm. You had a long night so I decided to let you sleep. I had to give the men a morning blow job to get them to leave you alone. How on earth did you get Mark in your ass?”
Chapter 14: Disobedience
Bob sat down at the table and put on a broad smile. “So, what was it we were talking about when we were so rudely interrupted?”
Junie cracked up, “I think I was telling you about the canvas sling I made. But it’s kind of hard to describe, I would much prefer to demonstrate it for you.” She looked up at him through her lashes and bit her lower lip.
Bob laughed and commented, “I am more of a hands-on learner.”
As Junie began to pick up after dinner, Bob mentioned that he had found potential buyers for three more of the puppies. “All we have left is one female.”
Junie looked up in alarm and whispered, “Happy?”
Donna looked at Junie and frowned, “Junie, I thought we had discussed this. You cannot give that puppy to someone as a surprise. It would not be fair to Happy or Monica.”
Junie fell to her knees by her Mistress, “But Ma’am, I know, I just know, that it’s a good idea. It’s perfect. Please don’t sell Happy until I can figure out a way to make this happen. I know if I can just take Happy to Oregon and show her to Monica, Monica would want her.”
Donna looked down at Junie in consternation, “Now you want to go to Oregon?”
“Oh, yes, I do. I just have to go.” Junie looked back and forth between her Master and her Mistress, her face pleading, “Please, it’s really important to me. I will do anything you say.”
Bob looked at Junie, “Junie, this is for your Mistress and I to discuss. So, for now, I will do this. I will not find a home for Happy until we decide. But your assignment is to accept whatever we decide, and until then do not bring this up to us again.”
Just the promise to not sell Happy caused a rush of excitement to flood through her. “Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!”
Bob’s voice called down the stairs, “Junie, are you down there? I want that ‘hands-on learning’ experience.”
She called up, “Master, I’m in my sewing room. I’m getting the stuff,” and quickly gathered up the confusing armload of canvas, buckles, and straps and headed out to the playroom. She was laying them out on the floor when Bob came down into the basement.
She showed him how there were three major supports that would hold the majority of her weight: two wide bands that went behind her hips and shoulders, and then some slings that could support her legs and feet. The straps were all adjustable and attached to the eye rings of the swing frame he had made earlier. Getting in was a little awkward, and she needed a stepstool and his help to steady her, but soon he was pushing her back and forth. Junie was giggling as they goofed around, trying out various angles and positions while fully dressed. But soon her giggles were replaced by soft sighs, as Bob held her tightly and ground his swelling cock against her crotch.
Bob’s voice took on a deeper tone, “Yes, this is definitely better. Come, Junie; let’s get you out of this contraption. We’ll want to use your ass tonight, so you must prepare yourself for that.”
A rush of excitement made Junie swallow and stammer, “Y… yes…, Master,” she said, as a warm flood of moisture soaked her panties.
Getting out of the sling was even clumsier and Junie showed him how the straps could be released if there was an emergency or if there were any other kinds of problems. “I think I could sit in this thing for quite a while, but eventually my legs might get a little numb. There’s almost no stress on my arms though; all my weight is supported by my hips and shoulders. It’s completely adjustable, so Donna will be able to play with it too.”
Once she was out and they untangled the canvas and straps, Bob gave her a quick swat on the bottom. “Go start getting ready. I’ll send your Mistress down to help you, if I can pull her away from those puppies.”
“Is that where she is?”
“You aren’t the only one suffering from a bad case of puppy love. She’s going to be as sorry as you are to see them go.”
Junie was finishing making the enema solution when Donna came into the bathroom. She looked up and smiled, “How are our puppies?”
“They are wonderful. I love it now that their eyes are open. I need a shower though; I’m completely covered with puppy kisses.”
Junie giggled, “Now I am jealous.”
Donna took the enema bag from Junie’s hands, “Let me help you with that, sweet girl.” Her voice taking on the firm cool tones that Junie was learning to recognize as her Mistress taking charge of her.
“Yes, Mistress.” A soft wave of calmness washed over Junie. She felt almost an opening of her spirit as she felt herself slipping deeper into her submission. She felt like she was moving slower, more deliberately, yet alert for the slightest indication of what their needs for her would be. Junie knelt before her Mistress. “Command me, my Mistress; I exist to serve you and my Master.”
Donna gathered up a handful of Junie’s hair, firmly twisting her face up to regard her Mistress looking down at her, “You are acting like such a good girl… now, Junie.” Junie found herself looking up apprehensively at her Mistress, wondering what she had done.
As Junie knelt on the floor clenching her sphincters, struggling to hold the warm solution inside her bowels, she was shocked to feel Donna’s hand sharply spank into one of her ass cheeks. Her Mistress had never spanked her before. Junie gasped and focused on holding the water inside her. Donna’s voice was admonishing, “Junie, if I tell you ‘no’ about something, it is completely inappropriate to defy me and beg me to change my mind. And worse to go to our Master, hoping he will overrule my decision. I’m disappointed that you disturbed our Master with this trivia.”
Junie gasped in a strangled voice, “I’m sorry, Mistress, you said I couldn’t give Happy as a gift. I though you meant that I needed Monica to want Happy and be willing to commit. I was trying to figure out how to do that, how to get Monica to see that having Happy would help her. You didn’t say that I couldn’t ask Monica if she wanted Happy.”
“So now you decide to interpret my words to fit your expectations?” Donna continued to spank Junie firmly, moving back and forth across Junie’s broad bottom. Junie’s bowels were churning and deep, agonizing cramps were making her feel nauseous.
While the blows from Donna’s hands were nowhere as painful as Bob’s when he spanked her, somehow the knowledge that her Mistress was punishing her was devastating to Junie. Junie burst into tears and sobbed, “I’m sorry. I just wanted it so bad.” A particularly strong cramp made Junie double up. Her voice a strangled groan, “Oh god, Ma’am, please can I let it out?”
Donna’s voice was icy, “Get up and get on the toilet, Junie.”
Junie scrambled to sit and whimpered out, “Thank you, Ma’am,” as she finally could release the pressure inside her.
“We are not finished with this, Junie. But tonight our Master has some plans for both of us. This will have to wait until tomorrow.”
Junie’s face was a mask of sadness as they came out from their shower. Bob was arranging some things from the toy box and he looked up curiously at the expression on Junie’s face. Donna commented dryly, “I was just talking to Junie about how disappointed I was that she felt compelled to continue with this puppy foolishness after I had told her that it was out of the question.”
Junie shot Donna a sad look, every fiber of her being wanted to protest that her Mistress had never used those words. If her Mistress had used those words, she would have never said another thing. But in her heart she knew that she would probably have tried to figure out a way to make it happen, no matter what her Mistress had said.
Bob frowned, “I told Junie not to bring that up and now I will tell you the same thing. I will think about it and decide. Both of you will accept my decision. Now, I don’t want to fucking talk about this again and you better not let this spoil our play tonight, or both of you will end up regretting ever speaking to me about this.” Bob arched his brow and looked at both of them, “Understood?”
Junie was immensely relieved, but she could still sense Donna’s tension. Junie looked at Donna, pleading with her eyes to please just let it go like their Master had directed. Junie knelt down at her Master’s feet. “I’m sorry, Master, my actions were disobedient to my Mistress.”
Bob ignored her and kept his eyes on Donna, measuring, “Junie, show your Mistress how to assist you getting into the swing and how the emergency releases work.”
“Yes, Sir.” Junie pulled the stepstool up and, looking at Donna a little nervously, then she spoke carefully. “Mistress, it is easier for me to get up if I have this stool to stand on.” Donna nodded, but didn’t speak as Junie eased her weight down on the wide band and then leaned back on the support that held her shoulders. “I can lean back like this.” Junie reached and tried to slip the leg supports over her feet and teetered and grabbed the straps. “Ma’am, could you please help me put those over my feet? They slip up my legs so that I can have some support under my thighs. That way, I can still have my legs spread wide so that you or my Master can have access to… um… everything.”
Donna reached and began to slide the leg supports on and spoke for the first time, her voice acid and mocking, “…um, everything? Junie, stop acting like a little fucking virgin. Um, everything what? Say it. Say the dirty words, Junie. Tell us what you want.”
Junie gulped and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Ma’am. You and my Master can have access to my cunt and asshole.”
“Stop mumbling, I could not quite hear you. You need to speak up when you speak to us. Tell me again and tell me what we can do to you.”
Junie let her weight settle onto the supports on her thighs and let the band under the curve of her ass slip up, taking almost all her weight on her thighs. Spreading her legs wide she took a deep breath. “I can hang here like this, with my legs wide, and my asshole and cunt are completely accessible for your use. You can fuck my ass and my cunt both at the same time, if that is your pleasure.” Her voice was clear and loud; a wave of embarrassment and humiliation swept through her, but at the same time she could feel that same intangible sensation of opening, calming, becoming more pliant, and sliding deeper into her submission.
“And, my little slut, what is your pleasure?”
The words poured from Junie, “Oh please, let me serve you. I exist to serve you. I want to obey. Please use me for your pleasure.”
Donna ran her hands down Junie’s body, trailing her nails across Junie’s skin, leaving red lines as they scored her flesh. “Beg us to fuck you, Junie. Beg us to fuck your ass and cunt.”
An almost irresistible wave of excitement seized Junie, her cunt clenching and throbbing. She could feel her nipples tighten into knots. “I belong to you, all of me, it’s all yours. Please fuck this slave. I beg you to fuck me. Fuck all my holes. Please fuck my ass and cunt. Use me like the slut I am.” She writhed in the swing, making herself sway back and forth. “Please.”
Donna cupped Junie’s breasts and then pinched her nipples. “Would you like that, my little slave slut? Would you like me and our Master to fuck you like that?”
“Oh yes, please.”
Bob pulled Donna back. “Donna, go put on your strap on.”
Junie made a little whimpering groan as she saw the nipple clamps in his hands. Bob leaned down and took a nipple between his lips, sucking and pulling then letting the hard nub slip between his lips with a pop. As the teeth of the clamp sank into her sensitized flesh Junie cried out, “Yes, Master, use me.”
When the teeth of the second clamp compressed her other nipple, Junie looked up at Bob and grated out, “Yes, like that. Thank you. More please.”
Junie’s voice was breathless and excited, “Yes, please, Master. I want everything. More pain, more pleasure, hurt me, fuck me.”
Bob smiled and stroked her face, “Such a good little slut. There will be more.” He attached the chain between the clamps and, pursing his lips thoughtfully, he tied a short length of twine to the chain and lifted the weight of her breasts up and tied it off on the support of the swing.
Junie gasped and breathed through her mouth as she adjusted to the rush of pain. Her voice was strained, “Thank you, Master.”
“Yes, for you, for your pleasure.”
Junie’s eyes grew round and blinked as she suddenly took in the sight of Donna wearing the strap on; the largest dildo swaying as Donna playfully swung her hips back and forth. Donna met Junie’s eyes and smiled predatorily. “You want me to fuck you with this, don’t you, Junie? You want this monster cock crammed up your protesting little asshole, don’t you?”
“Oh god, Ma’am; it’s so big.”
“But you want it. Tell me how much you want me to fuck your ass with this.”
Junie’s voice was hoarse with excitement, “I really want it. I want you to rape my ass with that big cock. Please do it to me.”
Donna laughed delightedly, “I am going to so fuck you.”
Bob’s voice was sharp and directive, “Not until Junie is completely ready. You want to fuck her with that thing, you better make sure she is completely relaxed.” He gripped the back of Donna’s neck and propelled her around to behind Junie, pushed her down to her knees, and pressed her face against Junie’s ass. “Get to work, bitch. I want Junie screaming for you to fuck her before you stop.”
Junie convulsed as she felt Donna’s tongue stroking the length of her crack, “Oh, god.”
She heard Donna’s voice muffled against her ass, “You know you like it, slut. Tell me how much you like it.”
Junie writhed and moaned as she felt Donna’s tongue, warm and soft, massaging circles over her asshole. “Yes, it feels good.” Another spasm of pleasure rocked her as her Master knelt and pressed his mouth to her cleft, his tongue spreading her folds, licking in long bold strokes. “Oh fuck, yes!” Junie undulated and squealed as the competing sensations forced her body to jerk and sway. The movements made the clamps tug on her nipples, feeding the fire that was growing inside her.
It didn’t take long before Junie sensed a growing tension in her body. Her cries began to take on a building urgency. Her Master pulled his face from her and growled sharply, “No, Junie, you may not come until you are filled front and back. You must have your Mistress buried to the hilt inside your ass and me filling you in the front. Only then may you find your passion.” Standing he gripped her hips and plunged deep into her cunt.
A sharp cry broke from Junie’s lips, “Oh god, yes!”
Junie squirmed as she felt her Mistress’s fingers probe deeply into her nether passage, slippery with lubricant. Her Mistress’s voice echoed her Master’s, “Yes, Junie, not until I am buried to the hilt in this hot tasty ass of yours.”
Junie cried out impatiently, “Then do it! Oh god, please do it.”
Donna continued to probe and work her fingers deep inside Junie, matching the rhythm of her Master’s cock thrusting deep, sending irresistible waves of heat and light through Junie’s body.
Donna’s voice tormented her, “Do what, Junie? What does your slutty ass want? Say it. Beg me for it.”
Junie’s voice cracked and broke a sob choking her, “Please, Ma’am. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. I can’t wait much longer. It’s too much.” Junie paused and grated out. “God damn it, shove that thing into me.”
Donna burst out with a delighted laugh. “If you insist, my little slut, remember not to come until I’m all the way in.”
Junie squealed in excitement as she felt the firm head of the dildo push against her and slip inside, the sudden shock of pain eclipsed by her relief. Her squeal strangled and changed to a wail of frustration when she felt Donna pull it out again. “Please, oh god, please don’t stop.”
Over and over Donna would push just the tip into Junie’s ass and then withdraw. Junie struggled to push back to make the dildo slide deeper, but the swing did not give her any leverage. Her Master’s hands kept her trapped as he plunged into her over and over. The only thing her contortions did was to cause her nipples to jerk against their clamps; the lancing pain only added to her desperate struggle to contain the orgasm building within her.
Her eyes found her Master’s, locking on his electric blue gaze. “Master, I am going to fail. Help me.”
Bob’s pace slowed and, as he stared deep into her eyes, his gaze hardened, “Junie, I am not the one you must beg. Plead with your Mistress.”
Junie tried to turn her head to look at Donna. Her voice was thick with tears, “Please Ma’am, I don’t want to fail. I want to obey. Please don’t make me fail. Take me please, help me.”
Junie gasped as she felt her Mistress thrust sharply, piercing deeper. Donna’s voice was tight, “Who owns your ass, slut?”
“You do. Oh god, yes! Do it! Fuck me! My ass is yours.”
Finally she felt Donna’s hips pressing firmly against her, the harness scraping against the soft skin of her ass cheeks. Donna continued to grind and lunge against her, working her own cunt against the base of the dildo buried deeply in Junie. Her breath was hot in Junie’s ear. “Yes, you little slut. Your ass is mine. Feel me inside you.” Donna began to pull out and lunge deep, slamming the strap on cock into Junie’s ass in short brutal thrusts. Donna’s voice was a tense groan, “Come for me, Junie. Come with me.” Donna’s fingers reached around and released the clamps. A renewed wave of intense sensations shook through Junie.
Bob’s hands clenched strong on her hip, his rhythms matching Donna’s, each of them plunging into Junie’s body, crushing her between them, “Yes, Junie, now come for us. Obey your Mistress, give us your passion.”
Junie gripped the straps of the swing and groaned out one last word, “Obey,” and began to shudder as her orgasm began to shake her. Waves of ecstasy flowed over her as she felt herself being tossed back and forth between them, swinging weightlessly back and forth on the swing. Long deep groans shaking her as her orgasm waned and then began to build again under their relentless assault. Finally she found herself pressed between them, her body filled and stretched. She could feel her lovers lose their rhythm, jerk and shudder as they reached their peaks. Junie felt surrounded by their strength, their pleasure, and joined them falling and flying with them.
As Donna helped Junie untangle herself from the swing, Junie whispered softly to her Mistress, “Thank you, Ma’am,” her eyes searching out her Mistress’s trying to gauge her mood. A sharp pang pierced through Junie’s heart when Donna avoided her eyes.
Again, it was over breakfast when Bob chose to speak to Donna about her behavior. “My goddess, your struggle to find balance in the middle has been difficult for you.”
Donna looked up from her frittata and carefully swallowed and put her fork down, “Yes, it has.”
“Both Junie and I sensed your anger last night. I had hoped to have a simple, fun-filled romp with Junie’s new toy she had so ingeniously made for us. Instead, I found myself pulled into your anger and our girl was literally trapped between us.”
Junie pressed her lips together, resisting the impulse to try and protect Donna and to protest that she was not hurt, that she did not mind being trapped. A tiny random thought bubbled up from nowhere that being in the middle felt amazing. She gritted her teeth and strangled down a giggle. She sat quietly looking at Donna, doing her best to communicate with her eyes that she did not mind, that she loved Donna no matter what.
Donna nodded her face coloring, “Yes, you’re right. I did let my anger control my impulses.”
“A good Mistress must be very aware of both her and her sub’s emotions. It was difficult because we were both sharing Junie and you could not let go of your need to dominate. Junie was trapped between two Masters last night. It is a measure of our girl’s spirit that she tried to meet that challenge and give us both what we wanted. Our moods and styles did not match. Perhaps I was in error to let it continue. Maybe it would have been better to stop.”
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Everything you’re about to read is my own true story, which occurred in 1994 when I was in my late 20′s.
My name is Fleur and I was lucky enough to be naturally pretty with large breasts, size 38-DD, which looked out of place against my relatively small frame- I’m five foot six and 125 pounds. When I started dying my hair blonde people started saying I looked like Anna Nicole Smith when she was a reasonably thin Playboy model. I never had a problem getting dates in high school and college, but I was raised in a Catholic home and was determined to wait until my wedding night to surrender my virginity. After graduating from a state university I met Michael and fell in love with him. He was cute, smart, fun to be with, and most importantly his faith dictated that he too would remain a virgin until he got married.
So on my wedding night we did it, and I was left wondering what all the fuss was about. It was fine and I’d be happy to keep doing it as part of my duty as Michael’s spouse, but I wasn’t anxious for Round Two.
About two years after our marriage Michael found a great job in Manchester, New Hampshire and we bought a condo in the city. One day while at the pool Michael made friends with a man named Dante, who I first met when Michael invited him over to watch a baseball game. Dante was a really attractive guy in his early 20′s, maybe five years younger than Michael and I, and one couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was. Dante was six foot two and about 200 pounds with a lean muscle mass. Facially he looked a lot like Tom Cruise (who I was always crazy about). Despite this, I would never even dream of cheating on my husband but as time went on I started finding Dante more and more attractive. This reached the point where I found myself fantasizing about him. After a while whenever I saw Dante I would give him a hug whenever we said hello or goodbye, and I looked forward to those hugs as they would practically make me melt.
Dante had a girlfriend named Susan, and pretty soon the four of us were frequently hanging out together. The size differential between the two of them was notable, as she was a foot shorter than him and couldn’t have weighed more than 100 pounds. One could easily tell that Susan was completely smitten with Dante, and it’s not too much of an exaggeration to say that she waited on him hand and foot. For example, even though they didn’t live together Susan came over two or three times a week to make Dante dinner and to clean his condo.
As time went on Dante and I would flirt with one another, sometimes right in front of Michael, Susan, or both. It was completely harmless and to be honest, both Dante and I were the dominant personalities in our relationships. Then one night the four of us went out to a nightclub and I had a too much to drink. I asked Susan if it was OK if I danced with Dante, and when we were on the floor and away from our partners I pulled Dante close to me and started rubbing my breasts against his chest. Dante was taken aback, and even moreso when I told him to think about that later when he was screwing Susan, who I cruelly referred to as a “charter member of the itty-bitty titty committee”, since Susan was so small-chested. Then when I gave Dante a closer-than-usual hug goodbye, an involuntary gasp left my body and I’m sure both Michael and Susan noticed. By the time Michael and I got home I was hornier than I’d ever been in my life, but instead of jumping all over my husband I went into the bathroom and masturbated furiously while fantasizing about Dante fucking me.
By the next day I’d realized that my feelings for Dante were beginning to careen out of control. I asked myself if I’d ever sleep with him if the opportunity arose, and the answer was “probably not” when it should have been “absolutely not”. I vowed to make it a point not to put myself in a situation where temptation could take over, as I didn’t want to be the kind of woman that would cheat on her husband.
Things cooled off between Dante and I for a few weeks, while Michael and I prepared to take a vacation in Maine. We rented a three bedroom beach house for a week and invited all of our friends to join us. Unfortunately it rained almost all week and no one ventured north to join us. I quickly became bored with the beach and a house with nothing more entertaining than a television that didn’t even have cable. We had the place until Sunday and we both had to return to work on Monday morning. I asked Michael if we could just leave on Saturday and spend the weekend relaxing at home before returning to work on Monday. He didn’t want to, but in the end I insisted.
That was until Dante showed up on Friday night, with Susan conspicuously absent.
The three of us spent the night hanging out in the living room, talking and drinking frozen Pina Coladas. Once again I got a bit tipsy, and while giving Dante a hug goodnight I grazed one of my hands over his ass. I went to bed with Michael but got up about fifteen minutes later to watch TV in the living room, all while hoping that Dante would come out and join me. He didn’t, and I found myself tempted to go into the bedroom he was sleeping in, say hello, and see what happened next. Instead I settled for another masturbating session in the bathroom, and a sense of guilt that settled in the next morning.
For the trip I’d brought a black bikini that was pretty revealing, but all week I’d stuck to a more conservative one-piece bathing suit. In a textbook case of bargaining and rationalizing, I’d decided that while I wasn’t going to cheat on my husband, I definitely wanted Dante to notice me, and to find me attractive and desirable. That would be enough to keep me happy, and I picked our day at the beach with Dante to wear my black bikini.
I’d never seen Dante without a shirt on before, but in a beach setting I’d finally get my chance. Dante did not disappoint, with a muscular chest and arms and a tight, flat stomach. As I peered through my sunglasses as to not make it obvious that I was staring, I attempted to memorize the image before me, with plans of spending several nights masturbating to it.
Then I did something I’ve never done before- I lowed my stare and tried to get a look at how big Dante’s penis was. He was wearing a pair of baggy beach shorts, but it definitely looked like he was packing something bigger than average in them. As I looked up at my husband, who wasn’t muscular and was developing a bit of a gut, I felt a tinge of distain.
The three of us wrapped up our day on the ocean, showered and went out to lunch. It was at the restaurant that Michael made an incredible suggestion- that Dante drive me home with him that afternoon while Michael enjoyed one more day at the beach. I said that Dante didn’t have to go through the trouble, but he said there was no trouble since he was driving home anyway and we lived in the same building.
But I knew there would be trouble we drove me home together! This was the exact sort of situation I knew I needed to stay away from. I practically begged for them to forget about the idea, but neither of them were budging. Michael insisted that I take the extra day that I had been asking for, and Dante was intent on driving me home. As I packed up my things I was feeling an odd pairing of dread and anticipation. I kept telling myself to promise not to do anything with Dante, but in the end I just couldn’t make that promise.
Dante and I got in his car and settled in for the ride home, which figured to be a little over an hour. My emotions were tumbling around in my head, as part of me was screaming not to be at all flirty during this trip, while part of me still desperately wanted this man’s attention.
If Dante was interested in me at all, he definitely did a good job hiding it. We chatted lightly while he focused on the road, not even laying an eye on me the entire time. I was starting to feel completely rejected and turned toward him in my seat, inching as close to him as I could be without making contact. But he didn’t seem to even notice. Finally he asked if it was OK to pull over and grab a soda at an upcoming rest area, which I was fine with.
As we walked toward the store…I don’t even know how it happened, but suddenly we were walking arm-in-arm. I rationalized that it wasn’t anything over the top, just a friend escorting his best friend’s wife around. Then after Dante bought the sodas I gently put my hand on his back while quietly telling him something, and we wound up walking back to the car with our arms around one another’s shoulders. He opened the car door for me, and as soon as we both got in we leaned into each other, drawn together as if we were magnets, and began kissing. And this guy was an awesome kisser.
As our tongues rolled around in each other’s mouths a voice inside of me was screaming Stop it! STOP IT!!! What you’re doing isn’t right! But I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed the back of Dante’s head, continuing to kiss him as passionately as I could, knowingly betraying my husband.
Then Dante suddenly pulled away and said we’d better get going. I felt completely weird as we drove away. Did I have the willpower to stop, or were we going to go even further down a dangerous path once we arrived home in a half-hour?
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Chapter 02: New Reality Revelations
RECAP: I highly recommend you read the beginning of this series Training Teacher: The Seduction to find out how Julia became the submissive of one of her student’s parents. Part 2 takes places the very next morning, when she wakes up…still at her new Mistress’s home…at the foot of the bed.
Dedication: This story is dedicated to the adorable, sweet, sexy Julia.
Credit: A special thanks go to Steve B for his suggestions and Estragon for his copy edit.
CHAPTER 2: NEW REALITY REVELATIONS
I woke up in the morning from an amazingly surreal dream. A dream so vividly real I felt it had really happened. A dream that awoke in me a side I didn’t know existed. A dream where my greatest pain in the ass parent, someone I truly loathed, seduced me and turned me into her personal lesbian sub. It seemed so real, I could almost taste her on my lips.
I opened my eyes.
I sat up.
I was not in my bed.
I was at the foot of Constance’s bed, the parent that just yesterday was my biggest problem.
In one startling moment of clarity, I came to the frank realization that it was not a dream, but a harsh disturbing reality.
The events of the previous evening came flooding back to me. The aggressive seduction, her powerful orders, my need to obey and the earth shattering orgasms that followed. I closed my eyes and replayed last night in my head. Sure she had seduced me and sure she was incredibly aggressive and domineering, but I submitted to her willingly. I was not forced. I could have said no. But, the overwhelming feeling of freedom when I allowed Constance to make my decisions for me was liberating. The pressure, the stress, the loneliness of being a single mother, all vanished when I brainlessly followed the orders of the powerful Constance.
Part of me was mortified as I realized my current predicament, while another part of me was excited as I nervously waited for Constance to wake up. I desperately attempted to suppress the burning desire flaming in my loins as I tried to figure out how I was going to: one- deal with Constance; two- get home and dressed for work; three- get to work and explain why my vehicle was still at school; and four, most importantly, resist the growing temptation to submit to Constance again.
As I pretended to be asleep, my inner turmoil like a cresting wave coming crashing into the beach, I felt the bed move. I lay still like a statue. Anticipation resonated through my pores.
I was suddenly startled when I felt the bed shake briefly as someone seemed to get in. I was freaking out, realizing someone must have seen me in all my degrading servitude. I slyly attempted to peek and see who had joined us: who knew of my sexual debauchery? Sadly, I was right; someone was in bed with us. Unfortunately, all I could see from my awkward position was black heels and a woman’s ankle in black pantyhose.
My nervous curiosity didn’t last long. I heard the polite voice of Maeko Chung, Constance’s Japanese born, Chinese raised, maid and the mother of my best grade four student: “Good morning, Mistress.”
I felt some shuffling on the bed and Constance groggily respond, “Good morning, Maeko.” A lengthy silence followed before I began hearing soft moans and realized what Maeko was doing. I was shocked at the thought of the sweet, shy woman, doing what she was apparently doing. Yet my pussy was betraying me again, getting tingly while I quietly listened, like a voyeur, to the lesbian scene going on right beside me like I wasn’t there.
I briefly reminisced about the first time I was a silent bystander to a sexual performance. It was the summer after I graduated high school, and I was on a girls’-only camping trip. I was sharing a tent with Sierra, one of my three closest friends. We had partied pretty hard with a bunch of college boys and I, quite drunk and worried I might do something I would regret, called it a night. An hour later, I was woken up by a male voice. “What about your friend?”
“Don’t worry about Hannah, she is passed out. An earthquake wouldn’t wake her. Now let me take a look at what you got for me.”
Still being half asleep, I didn’t instantly realize what was happening a foot away. But the realization was made abundantly clear when the male voice mumbled, “That’s it baby, suck my cock.”
The loud slurping sound confirmed Sierra’s exhibitionist extra-curricular activity. A couple of minutes later, I felt a leg bump mine, some shuffling into Sierra’s sleeping bag, followed soon after by Sierra’s unmistakable high-pitched voice. “Yes harder, fuck me harder. Fuck me like a slut.”
I listened stunned, not remotely able to believe Sierra, the vigilant feminist of our close knit group, calling herself a slut or having some summer fling. It was her idea to make it a girls’-only trip, so the irony was obvious.
Still drunk myself, I unconsciously found myself touching myself. As the fucking continued inches away from me, I got wetter and wetter.
The guy taking Sierra’s own name-calling as an invitation to treat her like a slut began to verbally assault my good friend. “That’s it you fucking slut, take my big dick. Beg for me to fuck your tight cunt.”
I cringed at the word cunt. Sierra, being the extreme feminist she was, despised the derogatory term and ripped apart anyone, boy or girl alike, who had the audacity to say it in her presence. I waited for Sierra’s usual lambasting and feminist rant, but instead heard her say the word I never, in a million years, thought would ever be uttered from her lips, particularly used in the way she used it. “Yes, fuck my cunt. Pound me. Fill my cunt with that big hard cock of yours.”
I let out a little gasp of shock from hearing her use the forbidden ‘C’ word. My hand, having a mind of its own, began rubbing my clit faster and with more pressure. The verbal degradation of one of my best friends should have angered me, but instead only increased my desire to come.
I listened to the naughty act of sin like a perverted boy watching his first porn. Each time the guy called Sierra a cunt, slut, or whore, I put more pressure on my own cunt, imagining I was the slut whose cunt he was ravishing.
As Sierra screamed, “Yes, yes, yes, I’m coming,” I simultaneously had the most intense orgasm of my young life so far. I muffled my pleasure, terrified of being caught in such an intimate act; terrified that they might catch on to the fact that I had masturbated to their fucking. Suddenly mortified by my actions, I quickly moved my hand away from my liberated vagina and tried to make sense of what just happened.
I was brought back to my present reality when I heard Constance scream, “Yes Maeko, get Mommy off, yes, yes, yesssssss.”
Another silence lingered as I nervously waited for the inevitable.
“Maeko, excellent as always.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Maeko, could you please wake up my guest with your special wake up call?”
“As you wish, Mistress.”
I held my breath, exciting trepidation overwhelming me. I felt hands pull the thin blanket off me. Warm hands opened my legs apart. I felt Maeko move between my legs. “Good morning, Ms. Hawkins.”
I opened my eyes, feigning surprise, but my very wet pussy gave away any pretence of innocence. “Good morning, Mrs. Chung.”
“Ahhh, my pet is awake. How are you this morning?”
“Goooood,” I moaned, Maeko’s tongue making contact just as I attempted to answer.
“Goooood,” Constance replicated mockingly, her condescending tone returning. Maeko licked my pussy with quick sharp licks, the teasing sensation driving me nuts. I wanted to shove her head into my cunt, to use her tongue as a small cock to fuck me.
Constance, recognizing my deliriously horny state from the teasing, said, “She’s fucking amazing isn’t she? I don’t know how she does it, but those teasing slaps she does with her tongue are one of a kind. Are you close to orgasm, my pet?”
Finding it hard to concentrate on Constance’s words, I mumbled through heavy breathing, “So close, Mistress.”
“Just tell the slut what you want. She always obeys completely. She was born to please.”
Desperate to come, I, out of character, ordered, “Finger me Maeko. Fuck my cunt.”
Obeying in record speed, she slipped not one, but two of her thin fingers inside my oasis of juice. As her fingers slid in and out of my pussy, Maeko took my clit into her mouth and sucked on it as she somehow simultaneously used her tongue to lick my clit. The dual pleasure was too much and I bellowed loud enough to wake the dead, “Oh my fucking God, fuck me, fuck me, yesssssssss.”
My body quaked and quaked, a seemingly never-ending flow of convulsions. Maeko quit fingering me and let go of my clit, but continued pleasing me gently by licking the juice from my pussy lips. My pussy lips, tender from the excessive attention of the last twelve hours, began to feel numb. I pushed Maeko away. “No more.”
It was like I had slapped her in the face. “I’m sorry if I didn’t please you, Ms. Hawkins.”
“Oh my God, no Maeko. You pleased me completely. So much in fact, my vagina is a bit tender now.”
“It’s called a cunt, my pet. Little children have vaginas,” Mistress Constance corrected.
“Sorry, Mistress. My cunt is sore from all the attention. It was been relatively neglected for quite some time, so all this sudden attention is a bit overwhelming.”
“Well, that won’t be a concern anymore,” Mistress guaranteed. She got off the bed and grabbed a robe. “Maeko will take you to the guest shower.”
“Thank you,” I absurdly replied. Constance ignored my words as she disappeared into her private washroom.
Maeko handed me a robe and I silently followed her to another bathroom. She offered, with a subservient smile, “If there is anything you need Ms. Hawkins, please ask.”
My face still flushed, I responded, “Thank you, I think I should be ok.”
Maeko walked away and I went into the washroom and turned on the shower. As the hot water washed away my sin, I realized I still had no solution to my problems. I bounced around different scenarios, but none seemed to get me back to normality. As I lathered my body, I thought back to how just yesterday afternoon I spent twenty minutes with Mrs. Chung, discussing her daughter’s unbelievable academic success. There was not even the slightest inkling of what was to happen. I was eternally grateful that I would not have another interview with her or Constance this year. I finished my shower and grabbed the robe just as there was a knock on the door.
I opened the door and Maeko handed me my bra and a blue dress. The dress was very cute and, thankfully, school-appropriate. I went to close the door, but Mrs. Chung stopped me. “I am supposed to help you with the dress and stockings, Ms. Hawkins.”
“Oh,” I responded, slightly dazed.
I put on my bra and my dress and stood shyly, odd after what she had just done to me, while she zipped my dress up for me. Once my dress was zipped, she asked me politely to sit on the toilet seat and proceeded to slowly put the thigh high stockings on my leg. The dark mocha colour really gave my legs a sexy look to them and my pussy began to tingle again as I felt Maeko’s gentle hands slide the silk up my legs. Her expert tongue so close to my cunt had me almost salivating as I relived in my head the pleasure she recently gave me. Once both stockings were on, Maeko stood up, “Is there anything else I can do for you Ms. Hawkins?”
Maeko’s face flushed, “Mistress doesn’t like any of her pets to wear underwear.”
“Oh,” I replied, slightly stunned by this newest piece of information.
She went to the door. “Follow me to the kitchen.”
I reached for her hand, dying to know the answer, “How did you become her, um, her….”
Maeko smiled genuinely at me as she finished my question. “How did I end up a full-service maid?”
“Yes, please tell me,” I exclaimed, thankful she understood my blabbering question and curious to know how Constance seduced her.
She retold the story, not once making eye contact with me. Her tone was not one of shame, but rather shyness. “I applied for the job as her maid two years ago. Mistress recognized me from some school function and the fact we had children in the same grade. She explained that she was a very demanding boss and expected perfection and total obedience from her help. I explained I was born in Japan, but grew up in China and lived in a home with a very domineering father and a mother with very high expectations. This seemed to please her and I was hired. For two months there was nothing obviously unique about the job; I even saw the Master of the house a few times. In retrospect, there were many small subtle things, but nothing that gave me any reason to be prepared for what would eventually be expected of me. For example, she often touched me gently whenever she spoke to me, she often complimented me on my appearance and she continually made alterations to my work outfit. What started as a simple maid outfit slowly changed into something much more provocative. The skirt got shorter and the blouse a little tighter. One day she informed me she expected her servants to always wear three-inch pumps. Although incredibly inconvenient for my job, I, of course, obeyed. Then two weeks ago I found a gift bag for me. In it were a dozen pairs of silk thigh high stockings with a note explaining she expected her servants to dress in classy stockings and not no-name pantyhose. I had never worn stockings before, nor did I even know such undergarments existed. It was clear she liked to demonstrate her power and our different social status. But once I put them on, I was surprised how sexual I felt and how good the silk felt on my legs.
Then the final deciding moment occurred. I came to work at my usual 6:30 time and found a note on the kitchen table to please come upstairs the moment I arrived. I followed the instruction and walked in on Mistress naked with a woman between her legs. I was stunned. I had never seen two women together. Mistress ordered me to the bed and once I reached her she explained that she was considering a major change in my duties. She explained that she wanted me to be a full-service maid. I didn’t respond, unclear of her intent. Mistress made it crystal clear as she ordered me to get on the bed and replace the girl who was currently serving her. I stood mystified by the request. She repeated her order, her tone domineering and clearly daring me to disobey. Without a word, I moved onto the bed and a very pretty woman, who I would later learn was the Mayor’s wife moved from between Mistress’s legs. I moved between them and waited further instructions. Mistress explained that while most people liked to wake up with an alarm and coffee, she liked to be woken up by having her cunt licked. She further explained that if I was to stay on as her maid, her full service maid, this would be one of my duties. She also added that the full service maid comes with many perks including a substantial raise, a vehicle, and a clothing allowance. I would like to say I resisted, that I was forced into this role, but I, like you I am guessing, obeyed on my own free will. Oh sure she was dominant and very intimidating, but I accepted my role all on my own. I leaned in and licked her cunt. I had no idea what I was doing, having never done it before, nor had I ever had it done to me before either, my husband seeing it as something only sluts did. I licked and nibbled until she began moaning and telling me not to stop. Once she orgasmed on my face, I felt a strange tingle flow throughout my body. I felt a thrill having pleased her in such a way. I also felt a strange feeling of power in being able to bring someone such joy. Mistress, once she recovered from her orgasm, asked if I accepted my new terms. I shook my head in acceptance and watched as a triumphant smile spread across her face. She went on to tell me that it was time to get my first bonus. She instructed the other woman to please me. I attempted to object; explaining I was married and had never had that done to me before. I was first scolded for questioning her and then comforted when she came to grips that I had never, ever, been pleasured by a tongue, even my husband’s. She explained she too was married and that Pamela Washington, the Mayor’s wife, was obviously also married. She went on to explain that no man can please a woman like another woman and it was time for me to learn the forbidden fruit of lesbian lust. Mistress instructed the stranger to show me exactly how good sex with a woman could be. The pretty woman aggressively flipped me onto my back and gave me pleasure I didn’t know was possible. I came in less than two minutes. That night I went online and read articles on how to please a woman. Over the next week I also watched online videos. I was determined to be excellent at it, like I strive to be excellent in everything else I do.”
“Wow,” was all I could muster. I hid the fact that her story of submission had made me horny yet again.
Oblivious to my horniness and awe, she suggested, “We better go. Mistress will be wondering. Patience is not one of her strong points.” For the first time in ten minutes, she allowed our eyes to meet. She let a smile break her usual mask of obedience.
I followed her to the kitchen and saw Mistress at a large table eating. I went to sit down at one of the seven empty chairs but was stopped. “Your spot is over here, my pet.”
She pointed beside her. Once I reached her, I again attempted to take a seat and was rebuffed a second time.
“No, no, no, my pet. Pets don’t eat at the table, they eat on the floor.”
My cheeks went red with humiliation. I glanced down and saw a plate with sausage, eggs and toast on the ground. A glass of orange juice and cutlery was beside it.
When I didn’t move, Constance asked, “Is there a problem, my pet?”
Mortified, insulted and enraged, I wanted to scream yes there is a fucking problem, a big fucking problem, but instead responded like a good pet, “No problem, Mistress.” I sat down on the hardwood floor.
“Good,” she purred. “I didn’t think I would have discipline issues with you.”
We ate in silence, shame burning through my entire being. Here I was a mother of one, a respected teacher in the community, being treated like a household pet. Would the humiliation ever end?
Once breakfast was done, Mistress Constance announced, “Well we better get you to work, my pet.”
I stood up and followed her outside to her vehicle. We drove in silence for a couple of minutes until Constance informed, “My pet, just so you know, anyone you see wearing the collar you have on is a sub of mine. Understand that as soon as they see you wearing the collar today, they will know you are mine too. Also, as the newest addition to my growing list of subs, you are on the bottom of the totem pole. In other words, you are to obey any command any other sub of mine requests, as long as it does not impact your family or job. Is that understood?”
I had no response. I did understand, but this was getting way out of control. I attempted to reason with her. “Mistress I do understand, but is there any way to keep this between you and me?”
“Are you ashamed to be my pet?”
I thought briefly about the question. I was ashamed, but not because I was her pet, but because I was so weak. I was ashamed that I enjoyed my submission so much and that even now in this non-threatening situation I was already looking forward to the next time. That said, I didn’t want the whole world, or anyone else for that matter, knowing what kind of sexual deviant I was. I tried to explain my feelings to her. “No, Mistress, I am not ashamed of you. I am ashamed by my weakness and afraid for others to know the truth.”
Her tone was sweet and caring, a surprising shift from her usual up front and blunt tone. “Oh, is that it? The only ones who will know have already submitted to me, my pet. They know exactly what you are feeling. They have been exactly where you are right now. They will actually help you come to grips with your new reality.”
“New reality,” I murmured.
She smiled, “Yes. Your life will never be the same. Everything you thought you knew about yourself has vanished and been replaced by a new reality. In this reality you need to accept your role as my submissive, my sub. A reality where you accept you have no control over certain parts of your life. The sooner you do, the easier your training from lonely divorcee to eager submissive will be. You were not a happy woman when I met you. You were lost and lonely and searching for that missing piece. You just didn’t know what that missing piece was. You were searching for something that only someone like me could give you. You needed me. It is obvious, you desperately need to be told what to do, more so than any of my other subs, quite frankly. Your personality is submissive. Accept it.”
I tried to process this lengthy assessment of my character. As much as I would like to deny such an extreme assessment of who I am, I couldn’t. Everything she said was true. As I was about to respond, we arrived in the staff parking lot. Anxiety washed over me as I worried who might see me get out of her car.
Seeing my nervousness she chuckled, “No one is going to see you leaving a person’s vehicle and know that you are a cunt-licking sub who needs to have a Mistress, my pet.”
Of course she was right, although her vivid language had me red again. The best way to hide the truth was to act normal.
Her hand went under my dress. “You are pretty wet, my pet.”
I blushed, knowing she was indeed right.
Her finger slipped easily in my cunt and she finger-fucked me slowly. Smiling, she teased, “Aren’t you the least bit curious who else has submitted to me?”
I moaned, “Yes, Mistress, I am both curious and scared.”
Her fingers left my cunt and she licked off my juices. “I have to admit, my pet, you are fucking delicious.”
I couldn’t believe how happy I felt hearing such an absurd compliment. “Thank you, Mistress.”
Breaking the brief moment of intimate sweetness, she abruptly asked me to leave. “Now get out of here, I have an appointment in twenty minutes.”
I obeyed, getting out of the vehicle. She drove away and I walked towards the school, no one else knowing of my inner turmoil or my sexual descent.
I kept my head down as best I could and made it to my classroom without seeing a colleague. I prepared for my day and jumped like a guilty criminal when Alice came into my room. I noticed she did not have a collar on her neck and gave a silent sigh of relief. She asked how my Pederson interview went and I replied not as I expected, which was the understatement of the millennium. We chatted briefly about trivial work crap and she left.
Until recess, the morning came and went without any drama. I was on supervision this week and could no longer avoid all the potential colleagues who may soon learn of my, what did Mistress call it, new reality.
I did supervision was again grateful that both other supervisors were men. I made it back to my class and led my students to the library for their weekly book reading. I had my students sit on the floor in the reader’s corner like I usually did and sat down at the back so I could watch all my students. They seldom misbehaved, but every once in a while….
I was chatting with one of my students when Mrs. Hamilton began to read. I didn’t look up right away. She greeted the class. “Good morning, grade fours.”
The class replied in attempted unison, “Good morning, Mrs. Hamilton.”
I still hadn’t really paid much attention, distracted by a couple of students who had not yet settled down. “Today’s story is about secrets.”
Her deliberate hinting tone startled me. I looked up to our late 40s librarian, and recognized the collar on her neck. I gazed into her eyes and she gave me an all too knowing smile. I quickly broke eye contact and began to hyper-ventilate. I attempted desperately to control my breathing while Mrs. Hamilton read the story.
I zoned out as she read, trying to wrap my head around the realization that our married, mother of six, librarian, was one of Constance Pederson’s subs. If Mary Hamilton, the jolly, outgoing, rather chubby British librarian was a sub, then anyone on our staff was a possibility. Every female staff member flashed in my head, each now a real possibility to be a lesbian submissive.
I was brought back to the present when Mary’s tone changed for certain words in the story. I began to listen as it became clear she was attempting to give me a message, tease me or test me; possibly all. As she continued to read the story, she continued to stress certain words like: obey, secret, bad, surprised, ecstatic and soon. I took the coded message as a clear indication that Mary was thrilled I had joined this exclusive secret club and that she planned to do something to me soon.
As soon as the story was done, I ordered my students back to class, hoping to get out of the library without having to have a conversation with Mary. Alas, Mary made sure that didn’t happen. She instructed our students to sit down as our librarian assistant read a second story to them.
Mary invited me to her office and I reluctantly and nervously followed. She closed the door and immediately spoke. “I can’t believe it was you. Mistress said she planned to add one more sub to her group from this school, but I never considered you as an option.”
Much to my surprise, I got defensive, feeling insulted that she didn’t think I was good enough for Constance. “And why wasn’t I an option?” I cattily asked.
The librarian smiled and laughed genuinely. “Oh don’t take it personally, Hannah. I just thought you were too strong to be broken by her. But I guess if she can have Betty crawling on the floor licking all the cum after an eight person gangbang, no one is impossible.”
“Eight person gangbang? Principal Pierce?” I mumbled in complete disbelief.
“Oh yes. Betty questioned Constance in front of a couple other subs and was punished by being gangbanged by the college football team. She wore a mask so the boys didn’t know who they were coming on and in. After all eight shot their loads, our dear Principal was ordered to clean the floor with her mouth.”
I didn’t say a word. If my mouth could drop to the floor like in those Roger Rabbit cartoons, mine would have. Finally I asked the question I was dreading, “How many others are there?”
“Here or total?”
“At this school you are number five; in our school division at least another five; if you add others in the community at least twenty-five or thirty.”
The numbers hit through me like a tornado touching the surface after spinning for days. “Twenty-five or thirty,” I muttered.
“Yep. But I am thrilled she chose you.”
“Yes, I have had a crush on you for a long time,”
“You have?” I questioned, in a haze of flattered confusion.
“Oh yes, but now is not the time to get into that conversation. You should get back to your students, but we are not done here, my dear.”
I nodded in acknowledgement and returned to the library. Once back in my class, I cursed that I didn’t ask who the other two were. I made it to lunch, barely, my nerves near the brink of a complete Lindsay Lohan type of collapse.
I went to the cafeteria to grab some lunch. I checked slyly for any other collars, now wanting to know. None of the cafeteria ladies were wearing the symbol of submission. I grabbed my lunch and returned to my room without any further incident. As I ate my lunch, I couldn’t decide what was more stressful: actually finding out who the other subs were or waiting to find out.
Just as I finished my lunch, I was paged to the office. I tossed my plate in the trash and headed to the office. I wasn’t overly worried about seeing a collar in the office. Our secretary was 55 and a sweet grandma who often baked cookies for the staff. Our Vice-principal was a male so he was safe. Lastly, although I now knew that Principal Pierce was a sub, she was always on supervision patrol at lunch, so it was very unlikely she would be in the office. That said, my nerves began to shake as I approached the office.
I reached the office and let out a gasp. Our sweet-as-cotton-candy secretary was wearing the same declaration of obedience I was. I couldn’t even begin to fathom a situation where she would submit sexually to Mrs. Peterson could transpire. It was completely unfathomable. She greeted, in her usual sweet voice, “I heard you had joined our group.”
“You?” I asked, unbelievably.
She shrugged, “I really had no choice. None of us do.”
Still in a state of shock, “How?”
“All in good time, my dear, all in good time,” the collared secretary said. “Ms. Pierce will see you now.”
I took a deep breath and walked into our ice queen of a principal’s office and closed the door.
“I suggest you lock the door, Hannah,” Ms. Pierce recommended.
Expecting the worst, I did as suggested and locked the door.
I turned around. Ms. Pierce was at her desk, a devious smile on her face, “Well hi there, Hannah. How was last night?”
As expected, the collar was on her neck. I looked down, avoiding eye contact, but instead got another surprise. A pair of heels was protruding out from under Ms. Pierce’s desk. I returned my confused, stunned, nervous and uncomfortable gaze back to Ms. Pierce. Then suddenly anger filled me when it occurred to me that she played a prominent part of yesterday’s seduction. “You knew about this,” I accused.
She shrugged, like it was no big deal, “Yes, I did, Hannah. It wasn’t my idea, but when Mistress explained her plan to seduce you I assisted as requested.”
“Oh don’t play victim on me. You desperately needed this.”
“How could you possibly know this?” I asked, my anger bubbling to the surface.
“Am I wrong?”
“That’s not the point,” I replied angrily.
Ms. Pierce’s tone shifted from conversational to authoritative, “Look Hannah, it no longer matters, does it? You, like me, Donna, Mary and the dyke between my legs, are subs to Mistress Constance. How it happened doesn’t matter. We are the chosen few.”
I glared at her, curiosity of who was under the desk beginning to nag at me. “You had no right.”
“Hannah, this is getting old. I want to ask you a simple question. Would you go back in time eighteen hours if you could and do anything different?”
My rage began to simmer. I considered the question and had mixed emotions. On the one hand, today had been the most stressful day in my life and I was an emotional mess…and it was only lunch. If I could go back to when life made sense, life would be so much easier. Yet, on the other hand, I had never felt so liberated and never felt so free as I had last night. Giving myself mind and body to someone was the freest I had ever felt, and I definitely wanted to have that feeling again. Not to mention I had never felt such sexual pleasure as I did last night and this morning.
Her moans were also distracting and I couldn’t help but have a growing part of me want to be the girl under the desk. I tried to erase the image from my head, but it kept remerging. I hated this bitch.
“I’ll take your long silence as a no you wouldn’t change yesterday. Am I right?”
“Yes,” I confirmed, defeated.
“Come here,” she ordered.
I tentatively obeyed.
“Now just so you know, we don’t usually have sex at school, but today is a special day. It isn’t every day we get an addition into our special group.”
I held my breath, oddly hoping to be told what to do.
“On your knees, Hannah.”
Remembering Mistress’s instructions to obey every command from a collared woman, I obeyed, my pussy already beginning to leak.
“You want to please me, don’t you?”
Although my mind wanted to yell ‘no, I don’t, you fucking bitch,’ my body was in control and I heard myself almost beg, “Yes, Ms. Pierce.”
“Yes what, Hannah?” she asked, definitely attempting to exert her power over me.
Frustrated, horny and surprisingly eager to please and obey my bitch of a principal, “Yes, I want to please you.”
Fuck she really wanted to put me in my place. Frustrated and wanting to show a bit of a spine, I decided to answer boldly, “I want to crawl under your desk and replace the slut currently pleasing you.”
Mrs. Pierce smiled, obviously happy with my naughty and submissive answer. Wanting confirmation and using my own words, “You are offering to replace the slut between my legs.”
Ms. Pierce rolled her chair back and allowed the slut, as I called her, to crawl out from underneath her desk.
Who I saw, face glistening in cunt juice, was one last shocking surprise. I was face to face with my best friend for the past three years, my neighbour, Amy. Her facial expression, like mine I am sure, was one of complete embarrassment. Her eyes seemed to be pleading an apology. I couldn’t believe it. Amy the married mother of two, a four year old and an 18 month old, was also a sub. It seemed so improbable, I still didn’t believe it even though I was currently witnessing it.
Ms. Pierce, clearly amused by the last revelation and my reaction to it, asked, “Are you going to get under there or what? Class begins in fifteen minutes.”
I gave one last look back at Amy, whose expression was unreadable, before I disappeared under my Principal’s desk. She rolled her chair back and her pussy was instantly in front of me. Much to my surprise, it was quite hairy, although I couldn’t see that well under the desk. I leaned forward and began to please my principal, the person who, before yesterday, was number three on my most hated list, behind only my bastard of an ex-husband and Constance. Due to the abundance of hair surrounding her cunt, the pleasing was substantially more challenging than my first time yesterday licking Mistress Constance’s shaved pussy. Oddly, her aroma was intoxicating, seemingly held in by her pubic hair. Concerned about time, I used my finger to fuck her as I attempted to lick her. Luckily, Amy already had her very wet and the double pleasure I gave her had her moaning rather quickly and I knew when she squeezed her legs tight against my head she was close. I hooked my finger inside her cunt, searching for her G-spot. Although slightly elusive, once I found it, her legs pulled me in and she came all over my mouth. I continued to lap at her juices until the chair rolled away. I quickly crawled from underneath the desk and stood up, desperate to end this humiliation. I perused the room, but Amy was gone.
“Wow, for a rookie, you have great potential.”
“Thanks, I guess,” I replied, not sure whether that was necessarily a good thing.
“You better go clean up before you return to class.”
She pointed to the bathroom in her office. I washed up and was thankful that I was not much of a make-up person. I returned to Ms. Pierce’s office.
“One last thing, Hannah.”
I feared what else there could possibly be. “Yes,” I replied, my tone going for annoyed.
“When we are alone, you may call me Betty.”
“Ok, Betty,” I responded, the name sounding odd and slightly bitter on my lips.
I left her office and returned to class. Knowing all four of Mistress’s other subs lifted a major burden. The anxiety I was feeling had dissipated and was replaced by dread and I pondered my next conversation with Amy. When had she submitted? Why didn’t I know? She taught Devon last year after returning from maternity and complained about him as well. Then suddenly it stopped. That must have been when she submitted, over a year ago.
Amy had become my best friend since we started teaching together three years ago. Last year, she moved across the street from me and we bonded even more. I was still married then, but when my marriage ended she was the one there for me. She listened, she supported, and she even played a little tough love to help get me back on my feet. She knew everything about me, until my life-altering change last night. I thought I knew everything about her, but apparently I didn’t.
The day ended finally. I had just finished packing up for the night when Amy came to visit. She closed the door and sat on top of one of the student’s desks. I noticed, for the first time, that the skirt she was wearing, while school appropriate, had a generous slit that when sitting like she was, revealed she was wearing thigh highs. A small smirk crossed my face, realizing she and I were now in the same predicament.
Amy broke the awkward silence, “Hannah, I am so sorry I never told you before.”
I whispered, as if people could hear our perverse conversation beyond these four walls, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you have told me? Plus, how does one tell their best friend such a humiliating reality? It is not something that comes up in everyday conversation. Hi, how was your day? Good I bought a new outfit, tried a new recipe and, oh yeah, I became Constance Pederson’s submissive slave.”
I laughed. What else was there to do? She was right. Our situation was absurd and it is extremely unlikely, 99.9999 percent that I would have told Amy my situation if it hadn’t come out the way it did. “I’m sorry, Amy, I am not mad at you, I am mad at myself.”
Amy hopped off the desk to comfort me, wrapping her arms around me. Yesterday this would have been a simple friendly hug between two women, but today it could mean so many other things. She spoke gently, “Hannah, it is ok. I have accepted my role as her sub and for the most part it is not much different than before it occurred. She doesn’t expect a lot of my time, but she does expect total obedience.”
Tears ran down my cheeks like a rapid flowing river. “I couldn’t resist, Amy. I tried, but I couldn’t. Then to make matters worse, I really enjoyed it.”
“It’s ok, Hannah,” Amy comforted, “It’s ok.”
“No, it’s worse,” I blurted, “I crave it. I can’t get it out of my mind.”
“Trust me, Hannah, I understand. I was in the same situation you were, just a year ago.”
“How did it happen to you?” I blubbered through a wave of tears.
She rubbed my back, “The same as you I think. It was parent-teacher interviews and one minute I am defending the critical comments on Devon’s report card and next thing I know she was fingering me at my desk. Half an hour later, I was at her house and the rest is still a blur.”
“How do we end it?”
Amy asked sincerely, “Do you really want to end it? I know your next month will be intense as she tests you to make sure you will be loyal. But after that, things settle down.”
“Yes…no…I don’t know,” I blabbered, an incoherent mess, as I backed up a bit.
“It’s ok, Hannah. It will take some time to come to grips with what has happened. I know it is very overwhelming.”
“That is an understatement,” I joked, attempting to lighten the tense mood.
“But seriously, Hannah, I am always here for you. If you need to talk about this, I am here to listen.”
“I know, Amy, it’s just I don’t even know where to begin. I feel angry, confused, ashamed, lost, embarrassed, and mortified. Yet, I also feel excited, needed, and important. If that makes any sense,” I attempted to explain, not remotely understanding myself.
“I completely understand Hannah. I have been through every emotion you are feeling as well. I have only recently accepted the reality of who I am.” Amy paused, her eyes swimming directly into mine. She took a deep breath and nervously announced, “Hannah, I have to tell you something, I have wanted to tell you for quite some time.”
I wiped my tears away from my eyes, before looking directly into hers. “Amy, you can tell me anything. Apparently, you know everything about me.”
“I am a lesbian, Hannah. I have known this for a long time, but I had never completely come to grips with it. So when Constance seduced me, I didn’t even attempt to fight it. I wanted it. I needed it. She saw that in me and she seemed to have seen it in you too. Now I don’t mean I am bi or just a submissive for Mistress Constance. I mean I am in love with a woman. A beautiful, sexy, smart, sweet woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
I was shocked by this admission; she seemed to be happily married. I could only recall a handful of times she had complained about Eric. Being a good friend, “It’s Ok, Amy, I love you for who you are, the same way I know you love me and accept me. You mean the world to me Amy and I will be there for whatever you need.” As soon as I acknowledged this, I knew it was true. Amy was my lifeline, the one who was there whenever I needed it, selflessly helping me through my divorce, my job and even looking after my daughter Elaine.
It was Amy’s turn to break down. Tears flowed down her cheeks like wine. Suddenly I wanted to taste them. I took my finger and caught a tear and placed it to my lips. The sweetness warmed me. Amy was about to say something, but fearing it would break this intimate moment and a thirst I was desperate to quench, I was impulsive for one of the first times in memory. I leaned in and kissed her. I didn’t think first, I just let my instincts take over. She had been my best friend for a long time and this seemed so natural after a long day of very unnatural things. She returned the kiss and soon we were having our first kiss. We kissed for maybe a minute and just as I could feel the tingle in my spine flow up my back and my pussy began to feel that special warmth, Amy broke the kiss.
She looked directly into my eyes, “Hannah, I don’t want to take advantage of you during such a vulnerable time.”
“I kissed you,” I pointed out, tapping her nose with my finger.
“Are y-y-you s-sure?” Amy stuttered, her nervousness clearly prevalent.
“One hundred percent,” I responded, being sure about something for the first time in the last twenty-hour strange hours.
“Hannah,” Amy’s tears began to flow again, “It’s you!”
“Yes it is,” I responded, kiddingly, unclear of her intent.
“No, Hannah. I love you.”
“I love you too, Amy.”
“No, Hannah. I love you, love you. I love you in the I want-to-divorce-my-husband-move-in-with-you-and-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you kind of love you.”
Suddenly the world stopped. In this brief moment of clarity, a moment that only happens a couple times in one’s lifetime, I saw her, my life and the world for what it was. She was the one. And if it took the complete humiliation of submitting to Constance to realize what was right in front of my eyes, well so be it. Fate had a funny way of playing, but I wasn’t going to let this chance of happiness slip through my hands. “I love you too,” I proclaimed, my whole body warming inside, telling my heart the words I returned were true.
The smile on her face and the glow in her cheeks radiated from her as she hugged me again. An embrace so sweet, so tender, that I was putty in her arms. In her embrace, I felt at home for the first time since before my marriage collapsed. I felt love.
It’s funny though, the awkward silence that follows a declaration of love. She looked at me words on the tip of her tongue and I returned the gaze with words on the tip of mine.
Finally, Amy broke the silence, “Well now what?”
“Well, bastard who shall remain nameless has Elaine until 8 o’clock tonight. So let’s go to my place and talk in private. My mind is already thinking of a trillion questions to ask you and another part of me is thinking of a trillion things to do to you.”
“Oh my, Hannah,” Amy exclaimed, “If I had only known sooner.”
“I myself didn’t know, so how could you know?” I shrugged, reaching for my bag. “Meet you at my place?”
“I wouldn’t miss it,” Amy guaranteed and followed me out of my class and to the parking lot.
During the drive home, away from Amy, I had time to think rationally. Did I really love her or was it just the heat of the moment? After a pros and cons list like I always do in my head, I concluded that yes, I loved her. Not just a friend love, but indeed a ‘I-want-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you’ kind of love. Was I ready for such love? I realized whether I was ready or not, it was here, and my heart was speaking for me. The excitement of being in love and in a relationship with my best friend was countered by the fact that I had a six-year-old daughter and she had two young children. My daughter, obviously, knew Amy really well and called her Auntie. How would I explain this to my daughter? Or would I? Was I ready for the complications that came with a relationship, especially a same-sex relationship? I arrived at my house with all these questions swirling in my head and not an answer in sight. My horniness was long gone and replaced by excessive anxiety. I began to place roadblock after roadblock on my relationship before it started.
Luckily for my over-reactive brain, Amy pulled up into her driveway and I had to suppress the million nagging thoughts pecking at my brain.
Once inside, I grabbed a bottle of wine, filled both our glasses and brought the bottle with me to the living room. Amy was sitting down on the couch and I handed her a glass of wine and sat down beside her like I always had. We looked at each other and as soon as I saw the twinkle in the green of her eyes and the resonating warmth of her smile, my worries disappeared. She sipped her wine and asked concerned, as she put her hand on my stocking-covered knee, “Are you sure, Hannah?”
The warmth of her hand had me instantly distracted and instantly feeling the heat down below. And although I was not remotely sure what the future held, or if there was really a chance for us to be a real couple, I answered with all my heart, “I have never been surer of anything in my life, Amy.”
Her smile grew wider and she took my wine glass and put both on the table. Returning to me, she put both hands on my cheeks and, without a word, leaned in for a kiss. I could feel fireworks explode in my head as our lips touched and her tongue slipped inside my mouth. The kiss began soft and tender, but slowly grew in heat and passion. We were making out like two teenagers on a first date, our tongues exploring every crevice of each other’s mouths. My breathing got heavier and I became desperate to do more. My hands began to explore Amy’s body. She did the same. Her hands caressing my arms and legs had me weak at the knees and I was thankful to be sitting. As if hearing my inner thoughts, Amy broke the kiss and pulled me up. She fumbled with my zipper as she fervently attempted to get my dress off. Once off, she gently pushed me back onto the couch and onto my back. I lay on the couch like prey, and as my predator looked me over, I could sense her need to devour me. Her smile of lust was like an aphrodisiac and I was desperate to be the main course. Much to my surprise, and at first disappointment, she didn’t devour me whole. Instead I became a full course meal. She took off my heels and took my pinkie toe in her mouth. She sucked on it, in essence making love to my toe. She continued this erotic teasing, taking each of my toes into her mouth and repeating the sensual tease. My moans continued with each toe. She followed the slow seduction, by repeating the process with my other foot. Time stood still as she savoured each of my toes through the sheer nylon. Once the last toe had been individually pleased, she lifted my foot up straight and licked the sole of my foot. It tickled slightly, but the sensation was unbelievable. She didn’t seem to miss an inch of my foot. Again, she repeated the process on my other stocking-clad foot, making me a bowl of jelly and she hadn’t even touched any of my special spots.
Speaking for the first time in fifteen minutes, “How are you doing, Hannah?”
“Exquisite,” I replied, being a bit coy.
“Oh, I haven’t even gotten started, my pet.”
‘My pet’. A chill went up my spine at Amy using the same pet name that Mistress Constance had just yesterday used in her seduction of me. I wondered if that meant she was my Mistress too, or was it just word play? I left the question unanswered. I was again distracted by the touch of Amy’s lips, which were ever so gently kissing my ankle and slowly, like a turtle walking, moved up my leg. As Amy’s head moved closer to my vagina, I thought I might explode. Her erotic teasing had me where I had never been before. Her head finally reached my pussy. She paused and deliberately made eye contact with me. She smiled and extended her tongue. Her tongue lightly brushed my pussy lips, yet another tease. After less than fifteen seconds of attention to my desperate pussy, she moved away and down my other leg. I thought I would explode, my body reacting to the incredible tease. She continued down my leg, kissing and nibbling my entire body. Once she reached my foot, she paused, bit my toe gently and slid her tongue up my entire leg. Again she reached my pussy and again she gave nothing more than a tease, rolling over it as she progressed up my body. She kissed my belly, tongued my belly button and moved up to my breasts.
Speaking for the first time in minutes, she ordered, although gently, “Take your bra off, Hannah.”
I moved up a bit and obeyed the command, allowing my small breasts to come free.
Amy purred, “Your nipples are hard, baby. Is that because of me?”
“Yes,” I moaned back, slightly embarrassed at how excited she had made me. “You are driving me crazy.”
Amy winked, “I am going to make love to you Hannah. Every part of you needs to be worshipped.”
I blushed even more, I imagine. Amy pushed me back onto my back and began kissing my breasts. At first she kissed and licked my breasts, occasionally allowing her tongue or lips to lightly touch my nipple. The teasing was both exhilarating and frustrating. I was not used to having my body worshipped. I was used to my body being used for the pleasure of others, by my ex-husband, the few boys I dated back in the day and most recently last night by Mistress Constance. I wanted to be fucked, to be used and was not sure how to deal with this gentleness. As if she heard my inner thoughts, she began to bite my breasts and once on each breast she sucked my nipple into her mouth. I let out a loud moan, her warm mouth on my nipples allowing a chill to flow up my spine. Amy continued up my body to my neck, another weak spot, and finally my ear, my ultimate wet spot. As her hot breath and tongue bathed my ear, she repositioned her knee so it was directly against my pussy. I let out more of a scream than a moan, while Amy whispered, “You like that, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, my body completely at her every whim.
She bit my ear, harder than expected, before our lips met again. I attempted to hint to her my eagerness to come as I kissed her with reckless passion. Desperate to come, I attempted to rub my pussy on Amy’s leg in an attempt to get off. Amy broke the kiss, “No, no, baby. All in good time, baby. Just let Amy treat you like you need to be treated.”
I began, “Please Amy, I need….”
But she put her finger to my lips, “Shhhh, baby, just let Amy take care of you. I promise you it will be worth the wait.”
She moved back down my body, her tongue again meandering haphazardly on my skin. Once she reached my now wet pussy, she ordered, “Turn around, baby.”
I obeyed and was on my knees, my arms resting on the couch. I couldn’t see her well, but could feel her tongue and lips on my ass. She worshipped my ass like she had the rest of my body: with kisses, licks, nibbles and bites. I was a horny mess by this time. She pushed my ass slightly forward and pulled my ass cheeks apart. Much to my surprise, I felt her tongue on my rosebud. I couldn’t believe it. My best friend, who had been with me through thick and thin, was now tonguing my asshole. It was really incomprehensible. Even more shocking was how good her tongue felt in my taboo area. I let out another moan, the teasing and random pleasing driving me mad. Suddenly, without warning, I felt a finger slip inside my pussy.
“Aaaaahh,” I bellowed, shocked by the sudden penetration and just as equally thrilled by it.
Amy pumped her fingers in and out of my soaking wet pussy for a brief time and just as suddenly pulled them out, leaving my pussy an abandoned mess.
“Please Amy, put them back in,” I begged, pushing my ass back, blindly attempting to find her fingers.
Amy spanked my ass, not hard, but not playful either. “Patience, baby, patience,” she instructed in a tone that hinted at dominance. I wanted to yell at her to quit teasing me and just fuck me, but I didn’t. A second slap on my ass followed, slightly harder, and she commanded, “Baby, turn back around.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I accidently replied. I attempted to correct myself, “I-I-I ….”
“Mistress,” Amy mused, her finger slowly caressing my inner thigh. Her tone shifting to serious, “Do you want me to be your Mistress, Hannah?”
Her eyes bored into me, her smile not giving away whether she was serious or not. Unsure what to say, I finally stammered, “I-I-I-um.”
“You do want me to be your Mistress, don’t you baby?” Before I could respond and admit my true desire to be her loyal, willing, unconditional sub, she, thankfully, went between my legs and began licking. After all the gentleness of the past hour, I was expecting a similar tenderness when she finally began licking me. Instead, I got an all out assault on my pussy. She went directly to my clit and sucked on it, attempting to swallow it whole. I let out an earth shattering scream the moment my best friend’s mouth made contact. I orgasmed in only a few seconds. As the orgasm quaked through my entire being, Amy let my clit slip out of her mouth, but kept licking. The continued licking of my cunt with constant pressure from Amy, kept my juices flowing and as the first orgasm began to dissipate, a second orgasm was already building. Amy kept licking, moving her whole head up and down, almost like she was bobbing on a cock. I watched closely, mesmerized by the sight of my beautiful, sweet, compassionate best friend, pleasuring me in a way I couldn’t even have begun to imagine twenty-four hours ago. Her eyes met mine and I blushed, feeling like I had just been caught stealing from the cookie jar. Yet, unlike shy and insecure me, I didn’t break eye contact. Instead I continued to gaze into the eyes of my best friend. She seemed to smile, although it was hard to tell with her mouth full of my pussy. She began to hum on my pussy lips, and a new sensation hit me. Almost instantly, a second orgasm flowed through me even greater than the first. I screamed, “Oh my God Amy, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Amy obliged, continuing to lick my soaking wet cunt. My juices flooded out of me like a tidal wave. My best friend licked and licked, continuing to please me as I almost hyperventilated from the pure pleasure. She slowed down while I slowly attempted to regain my breath. Just when I thought I was done, Amy surprised me again. She suddenly slid two fingers into my cunt. The suddenness made me scream in delicious joy and while she finger-fucked me hard and fast, she took my clit back in her mouth. Again unaware of my words, I screamed, “Yes Mistress, make your slut cum. Fuck her hard.” The intense double pleasure was too much and a third powerful orgasm hit me with full force. I realized my words only after they escaped my mouth. Amy didn’t say anything while she continued pleasing me. Long past propriety, I continued my vocal babble, “Fuck, Amy, I have never felt so good. Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk.”
The intense pressure was too much, my pussy raw from the constant coming and I had to push Amy’s expert mouth away. “Stop, stop, oh my God, I can’t take anymore.”
Amy’s smile was one of pure satisfaction. She stood up and said, her tone a bit more powerful than I had ever heard from her, “Ok, pet. Calling me Mistress once could be seen as a slip of the tongue, but twice, well that is curious.” She took off her shirt. Once off, she discarded it on the floor. While she unzipped her skirt, she explained, “Baby, you are completely submissive aren’t you?”
“I think so,” I whispered, somewhat ashamed.
Her skirt fell to the floor, displaying a beautiful shaved pussy, with a nice patch of hair above her clit. Her eyes never left mine. “So baby, are you ready to please me?”
I wanted nothing more. This time I knew exactly what I was saying when I responded, “Yes, Mistress Amy.”
Amy directed me to come to her using only her finger. I surprised her, I think, when I got on the floor and crawled the few feet to her. Suddenly anxiety filled me. I so desperately wanted to please her, I was worried I would be a disappointment, especially after what she had just done do me. She asked, “You want to taste your Mistress’s pussy, baby?”
“Yes, Mistress Amy,” I responded, “but I am worried I won’t please you the way you just pleased me.”
“Oh baby, just do what is natural,” she comforted.
Following her instructions, I sat up on my knees and began to lick Amy’s pussy while she stood. As soon as my tongue made contact with her pussy, she moaned, “That’s it baby, lick my pussy.”
Although difficult to get comfortable, I continued licking her pussy lips, her heavenly scent and taste were an amazing assault on my senses. Deciding to attempt to tease her and at the same time show her I wanted to be her submissive, I moved away from her delicious nectar and kissed her thigh. I slowly, like she had done to me, moved down her leg, kissing gently her stocking-clad leg. When I reached her foot, I bent down and kissed her perfectly manicured toes, like a servant waiting further instruction.
“Baby, you really are the most submissive woman I have ever met. You get wet being told what to do, don’t you baby?”
“Yes,” I answered, no longer even ashamed by the reality of who I really was.
“Kiss my feet, baby, suck my toes like a good little sub,” she ordered.
“Yes, Mistress Amy,” I eagerly responded, happy to be told exactly what to do. No longer surprisingly, my pussy began to get a special tingling again.
I sucked each of her toes one at a time, as she had mine. I took my time, attempting to suck each toe in my mouth like a small cock. Pleasing her feet so thoroughly was exciting, although a bit difficult because of the sheer nylons on her feet. Once done, I moved to her other foot and repeated the gentle pleasure.
Once I was finished, her breathing now heavier, she asked, “Do you have any toys?”
“Just a vibrator.”
“Well we will have to work on adding to your collection, baby,” she advised. Sitting on the couch, she ordered, “Go get it, baby.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I obeyed and began to get up.
“No, no, baby. I like you on all fours like a good sub, a good pet. I want to watch you crawl and get it. Bring it back to me in your mouth like you are carrying a bone.”
I fell back on all fours, “Yes, Mistress, your wish is my command.” I crawled away, feeling her eyes bearing down on me. Such an order should have humiliated me, yet it actually made me hornier. The feeling of complete submission, of unconditional obedience, was liberating. And, unlike with Mistress Constance, where I never felt safe and was always nervous and scared, with Amy I felt completely at home and safe, completely comfortable and eager to make her happy. The stairs were a bit awkward at first and somewhat humiliating, but I fulfilled the instructions, retrieving my fuck-toy and returning on all fours with the toy in my mouth. If going up the stairs was awkward, going down was an adventure in balance. I went slowly, scared to stumble down the stairs, but also determined to not disobey a direct order.
Later that morning Celeste was once more dressed in her male garb as Terence addressed her. “We still have funds for a week or two, perhaps we need not look to our trade for a while.”
Celeste retorted hotly “We need money for our own purposes also. Remember that I at least don’t intend to remain in this profession all my life!” His relaxed, to her eyes lazy, attitude provoked her to her old independence. She would not be told how to conduct their affairs if it was so clearly ill-considered. Her mood was not helped by the frustration she was still feeling after the morning’s denial of release.
They argued back and forth, but Terence had to admit their ultimate aim was to build up funds for their different purposes, and they should not use up all the proceeds of each interception. So Celeste had her way in that, and also in their choice of destination. “We must get far away from Norwich” she had argued cogently. They would head through Thetford to Cambridge next, and then eventually on to Bristol where she had some acquaintances down by the docks.
Finally Celeste contrived to slip away, claiming she was going to see to the horses, whilst Terence was settling the bill. She slipped quietly into the stable, checked that none was around, and sneaked into a corner of a stall. There she quickly brought herself off, her fingers working deftly under her skirts. But although she came, it really didn’t satisfy her. As she was rearranging her skirts she caught the stable-boy peering at her from the next stall and wondered how much he had seen. It was of no concern to her, she was quite brazen enough to like the idea of a secret audience. She paused as she was passing the stall where he pretended to work, looking at his breeches to see if she could see any sign of arousal. She could see none, but nevertheless smiled wickedly as she said “I hope you’re having an entertaining day, boy.” She stifled a laugh as he blushed.
So they settled their bill and departed. Celeste glimpsed the young stable-lad again as they rode out and gave him the most outrageous wink, being rewarded once again with his scarlet face. Perhaps when we pass here again, she thought … he clearly is ripe for some education in certain arts.
On the road each of them dwelt quietly in their own thoughts for a while. Terence was pondering his new-found mastery, glancing frequently towards his slave. Unfortunately for him, in her own cogitations his slave was plotting to become distinctly un-slavish once again. She was determined to reassert some independence. It was not, she told herself, that she would renege on her surrender. After all, that surrender was wonderful in itself, she remembered, and the memories stirred her yet again. But Terence, older though he was, still had so much to learn. Surely it was her duty to teach him in between her times of surrender? Thus she arrived at a rationale which satisfied her.
The day was dull and dreary as they rode towards Cambridge. They came across one coach too suddenly to make “arrangements”, and to their chagrin had to let it pass. In the forests around Thetford they made camp for the night. They were both tired and sore from the day’s riding, and after eating a cold supper they huddled together for warmth, falling quickly asleep.
The morn dawned bright and warmer. Celeste, awaking first and seeing Terence still sound asleep, decided here was a perfect opportunity. She sneaked away to fetch a length of rope. When she returned, she made a noose and slipped it over one of his wrists surreptitiously, then snuggled against him, managing to get him to roll over a little so that she could tie both wrists together, crossed in the small of his back. As she tugged the knot tighter he awoke, not immediately aware of his predicament. Celeste stood and moved to look down on him. “Did Master sleep well?” He blinked up at her, still heavy with sleep. “Uh, yes.”
“MISTRESS has a little surprise in store”. She kicked him lightly on the thigh, and trying to move he realised he was tied. His face immediately reddened with anger, and to her discomfort she saw that there was also a sadness and disappointment. She couldn’t bear that. It was far from her intention to make him sad. But she would soon have him happy again! Her confidence in her own power to pleasure him was supreme. “What in God’s name are you doing Celeste?”
She tried to explain a little. “Terence. I AM your slave. I will serve you. But …” She faltered in her attempt to explain as he listened in intense concentration. “I cannot, not yet anyway, not for a long time, perhaps not ever … I cannot be only your slave. I also have to command and be obeyed. I know you felt that need these last two days, your need to be Master. Can you not understand my need?”
He shook his head. No, he could not understand her.
She almost relented then, but she knew if she submitted to him now, devoted her whole life to him as slave and only slave, she would always feel a part of her deprived. And although she would be a happy slave there would be a void, a need unfulfilled. Their relationship must not have such imperfections, it must be complete. She loved him with all her heart, now finally she could acknowledge to herself that she would always love him. And it was necessary that they be complete. It was no longer arrogance that drove her, but a certainty that their strange love must find its wholeness in all ways. How could she tell him this? She tried to explain it, stumbling over her words, sometimes tears in her eyes when he could not comprehend what she was saying. At least he could see that she loved him in earnest.
Terence, trying to grasp what she meant, began to gain some measure of understanding of her feelings. But he had not had her long experience of a life of such strange drives, and switches, and complex interactions. He took comfort from the final, evident depth of her love, but he was still superficially angry with what she was doing. He ground out “So what is it you intend to do with me Celeste?”
“MISTRESS!” she flung back. “I intend to be your Mistress … for a little while. And if … if at the end you do not willingly submit to sometimes serve me, I promise I will be your slave uninterrupted forever, or for as long as you want me!” Now she felt cold fear. She had to succeed in this one opportunity to show him that he could serve her as happily as she could serve him.
She knelt down and pulled his face to hers, kissing him fiercely, and to her relief his mouth opened in response. She pushed in her tongue before he could have her mouth, stridently taking possession. He fought her tongue but she would not yield until she pulled away, leaving them both panting from the fury of the kiss. She smiled into his eyes. “Terence love. You can be my slave.” Damn, it was too soon, why had she said that now!
Celeste rolled him over onto his back and dragged his breeches off, began kissing his legs, his thighs, toying around but not touching cock or balls until he was straining his erection. “That’s not what Mistress wants yet, not what slave needs yet.” she cooed at his ear, rolling him now onto his belly, which he was helpless to prevent. Pushing down inside her breeches she moistened her fingers in her dripping cunt and pushed at his asshole. He tightened and grunted out a protest “Get off me woman. Not that!” But her forefinger slid slowly, inexorably into him until her knuckles pushed up against his ass. She crooked the finger and rotated it gently left and right, cooing behind his back “Terence, be my good slave. Mistress loves you.” Her tone, not her words, made it easier for him to accept her ministrations, despite his embarrassment. Her left hand dipped to gather more lubrication from herself and spread it into him, so that she could slide two fingers in, then three. She worked patiently, gently, opening him up and pleasuring, feeling then for the spot she knew would tip him over, make him hers. There! She had it, felt him push back against the probing finger, heard his groans of pure pleasure now.
Terence finally gave himself up to the pleasure of it. He had no room left for disappointment, for anger, for embarrassment. Pleasure was engulfing him. He rode back wantonly against her fingers.
Celeste moved her left hand between his thighs, caressing his balls as she continued to thrust her fingers into him. She felt the final tightening of cock and balls, then grasped the base of his shaft and pulled back sharply. His cock pulsed in her hand as he came, groaning loud pleasure. “Good boy, slave. Mistress is so happy.”
She lapped and sucked his cum from her fingers, then knelt to clean his cock thoroughly with tongue and lips. Then she untied his wrists and rubbed the circulation back as he lay there. Pulling off her breeches she lay against him, holding tight. After a while he turned half over to face her, his expression dreamy, almost awed.
Now this was the acid test! Could he admit he had surrendered for at least this occasion? She asked him, quietly, “Terence, will you say ‘Thank you Mistress’?”
He answered “Thank you …” then added a mumbled “Mistress”. After all, he thought, it’s just a word, and she wants to hear it. Yet at the back of his mind he was aware it meant more than that to him as well as her.
Her smile, so incredibly radiant, rewarded him. She realised and accepted that she could not remain Mistress long. He would feel the need to reassert his Mastery in very short shrift. But it was done. Their relationship was set. She to serve him … but sometimes, just sometimes, he would serve her in his turn. Still tasting him, she stroked his shoulder and chest idly. Her voice vibrated with emotion as she replied with a quiet “Thank you slave!”