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A Sexual Escapade Goes Awry
By unknown

Chapter One:

It had been a long, demanding week at work but it was finally Friday. My husband, Tom, had taken both our children with him to visit his parents for the weekend and I was looking forward to some peace and quiet. I was going to have a lazy couple of days pampering myself.
As I was getting ready to leave for the day the phone rang. It was Jeremy, a coworker and friend. We exchanged the usual pleasantries, then I asked if he had any plans for the weekend.
"As a matter of fact, I don't have any plans yet," Jeremy answered. "I know that Tom is away with the kids so I thought I'd ask if you'd like to have dinner and a drink with me tonight."
My thoughts raced at his invitation. Tom's and my marriage had been pretty lackluster the past few years and Jeremy had been a frequent participant in my more recent fantasies. They had grown more and more frequent lately until he was the object of my lust almost daily. It was his voice I heard in my ear as I brought myself over the edge, telling me the things my husband never would. It would be interesting to see how his evening persona matched up with my imagination. I took a deep breath.
"I'd like that, Jeremy. Where shall we meet?" I hoped I didn't sound too eager.
"I'll come by and pick you up," he replied. "How about 7:30-ish? Will that give you enough time? We're not going anywhere fancy, so casual dress will do. I thought it would be more relaxing. What do you think?"
I voiced my agreement with a smile in my voice, delighted to have such plans to look forward to. We said goodbye and I hung up the phone thinking of a very different weekend than I had envisioned a few minutes ago.
I was nearly breathless with excitement as got my things together and hurried home. To say I was eager to get ready for my date with Jeremy would be putting it mildly. He had never shown anything but platonic interest in me and I wasn't really expecting anything other than a nice, relaxing meal with a friend, but I could dream. I felt just a little wicked that I wasn't going to check with Tom, but I had no intention of doing so. My nipples hardened as I drove home and the whole way I had an odd little ache.
Jeremy had said to dress casually, so of course I went over my whole wardrobe as I drove. I pulled into the driveway of the home I shared with my husband and two children about a half-hour later. It was the same as the rest of the houses on the block, set back on a large lawn and fairly secluded. By the time I got there the old trees lining the street were casting long shadows across the pavement. I dropped the day's mail on the hall table and went upstairs to shower and dress.
I'd already undone all my buttons by the time I reached the bedroom and I quickly kicked off my heels and slipped out of my dress. I twisted and hopped out of my bra and pantyhose on the way to the bathroom and dropped my panties on the floor. I felt almost like a teenager getting ready for her first date and the idea made me laugh out loud.
I stopped to take a critical look at myself in the mirror before I stepped into the shower. I saw a voluptuous woman who had taken good care of herself. I turned slowly in front of the mirror taking stock of myself and I liked what I saw.
At thirty-eight, I had a slim waist and full hips that curved into a nicely toned ass. I still showed the signs of having born two children, but exercise had kept my thighs trim and my belly firm. I kept my pubic hair trimmed short and shaved enough so I could wear a swimsuit.
Gravity was trying to make itself known, but I'd managed to fend it off with a good workout routine three to four times a week. I didn't have the pert breasts of a twenty-year-old, but mine were the full, rounded breasts of a mature woman. My nipples were very prominent, especially now that they ached from anticipating an intimate evening with my good-looking co-worker and fantasy lover.
I turned to the mirror again and looked up at my face. I had a nice body, but I'd always thought that my best features were my eyes, my high cheekbones and my full, naturally pouty lips. My mind wandered for a moment, wondering what it would feel like to have Jeremy's very kissable looking lips pressed against mine.
My nipples were still hard. I had to admit that I really did hope the night turned out to be more than just a friendly dinner, and the anticipation was making me wet. I cupped my hands under my breasts and tested their weight, then curled my fingers up and squeezed them. I kneaded my breasts for a moment, then flicked my nails lightly over the tips of my taut nipples. My body's reaction was instantaneous and the knee-buckling jolt that ran through me made me even more aroused.
"Oh no," I scolded myself. "This isn't the time for that. Wait and see what happens with Jeremy tonight first."
I took a quick shower, then on a naughty whim I decided to shave all my pubic hair except for a vee shaped patch, something I hadn't done for a long time, since the sex in my marriage had become so uninspired. I traced my bare labia with my fingertips. I liked how it felt, so smooth and slightly risqué. I was feeling more wicked by the moment.
"Hmm, casual," I mused as I dried myself and debated what to wear. "There are so many different kinds of casual."
I went to my dresser and took out a black bustier with a lacy demi cup, then a garter belt with stockings. I figured if I was going to have a fantasy, I might as well make it a good one. I dropped the pair of panties I'd been going to take out, I'd go without.
After browsing my closet, I selected a dark red satin blouse and a white knitted cardigan. After a little more debating with myself I reached in the back and got out my leather skirt that reached about mid thigh, then got my hottest shoes, the ones with the "fuck me" heels as I liked to tell Tom jokingly.
I dressed in all but the sweater then applied a bit of makeup. I never liked to wear too much, just enough to highlight my best facial features. I brushed my hair until it hung silkily over my shoulders then draped the sweater over my shoulders. I turned slowly in front of the mirror to see the total effect of my outfit.
"Wow," I thought to myself, "Don't I look like quite the little slut?" I laughed softly. "Or maybe with this sweater it should be 'sluttily demure'." I laughed louder, then flushed, a bit guilty at my thoughts.
I picked up my purse and walked down the stairs with the intent of making myself a small drink. I was just entering the living room when the doorbell rang. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was exactly 7:30. "Punctual as usual," I thought with a smile.
My heels clicked on the tile floor as I went to open the door and the reminder of the outfit I was wearing made me feel sexy. When I opened the door I took an involuntary step backward. This was a Jeremy I'd never seen before, dangerously attractive. Oh, he had the same features, but I'd only seen him in business attire. He possessed an outstanding office presence, but I had never seen him dressed so sexily, so commandingly.
His crimson shirt was open at the neck to reveal a gold chain against his tanned skin. The sleeves were slightly loose, but not so puffy as to look feminine. His tight pants and boots accentuated his long, lean legs. Jeremy was just a bit over six feet tall and muscular, but not bulky. He was trim and lithe and moved sexily as he stepped in the door, looking rather like a large cat stalking its prey.
I felt a heat rising in me that I hadn't felt in a very long time. Tom and I had gotten to the point in our marriage where the sex was practically boring, mechanical and infrequent, accomplished more from a sense of duty and the need to relieve stress than any strong desire for one another. Seeing Jeremy dressed like that made me wet with desire, and I wanted him more than ever.
"Hello Bonnie," Jeremy's deep voice sounded caressing and inviting at the same time. "I hope I'm not early."
"Not at all," I replied. "In fact, you are exactly on time, as usual. I was just about to make myself a drink. Would you like to join me before we go to dinner or would you prefer to leave now?"
Jeremy took a step closer and held out his hand. "Let's wait and have a drink there. I hope you can stand a place that's a little off the beaten track. The place is a bit racy, but the floorshow is rather unique. I think you'll enjoy it, if you're not prudish that is."
"I'm no prude." I assured him, laughing. "I can't wait to see where we're going, and I'm really curious about that floor show." I picked up my purse and took his hand.
With the porch light on and the automatic timers set we left. Jeremy escorted me to his SUV and opened the door. His eyes slid down my body as I sat down and swung my legs in. I exposed as much thigh as possible while trying not to appear too available, considering it was only the beginning of our date.
We drove for about an hour on a road that wound into the hills where the homes and businesses were further apart. The conversation was light and witty, Jeremy and I being equals in intellect and humor. It was also heavily laden with flirtatious double entendres, which made us both laugh and further warmed our moods.
Finally we arrived at a large, nondescript building. The parking lot was lit, but not as brightly as most. A discreet sign read "The Phoenix's Roost--Private Club-Members, Only". Jeremy parked and came around to open my door. I flashed my thighs at him again as I swung my long legs around to get out of the high seat. His appreciative smile was my reward and I loved the way it made me feel.
Jeremy offered his arm to escort me inside. A lovely woman dressed in skintight hot pants, net hose with very high heels, a bolero jacket and a collar around her neck that read "Tammi, Hostess" in gold letters, greeted us.
Tammi smiled at Jeremy and asked, "Your usual table, Mr. Coletrain?" She turned and smiled at me then lowered her eyes. I wondered if she'd suddenly been struck shy at Jeremy's stunning presence.
"No thank you, Tammi. I think we'll dine in the other dining room tonight."
"Certainly, Sir," she replied as she glanced up at him. Tammi looked toward the floor once more and gracefully led us down a hallway. She opened the double doors and showed us to one of only eight tables in the room, a table for two in the corner facing a small stage. She seated us, then turned back to Jeremy.
"Your waitress tonight will be Collette, if that meets with your approval, Mr. Coletrain," Tammi said in her soft voice.
Jeremy agreed that it did and she gave a short bow from the waist, her eyes lowered to the floor. Her bow afforded anyone who was looking a nice view of her unbound cleavage in the short jacket. She departed and I turned to Jeremy full of curiosity.
"What is this place?" I asked Jeremy. Its out of the way location and Tammi's demeanor and dress had definitely piqued my interest.
"Phoenix's Roost is a small, private club frequented by members of an alternative lifestyle. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised at the level of service and the food. I come here fairly regularly, as you may have guessed." Jeremy's answer only provoked more questions. I got the feeling the night had taken a change toward definitely more exciting than I'd anticipated.
"Alternative lifestyle?" I had to know more about a lifestyle that had women going around practically putting themselves on display.
"You'll see," Jeremy answered somewhat mysteriously. "The other customers and their mannerisms may seem a bit outrageous and some of their modes of dress may be surprising, but don't be shocked by anything you see. I assure you that everything that happens here is strictly consensual, or they wouldn't be allowed entry.
"You told me that you're not a prude, so I hope you'll sit back and enjoy yourself. I just wanted to give you a chance to see how another segment of society lives when away from prying eyes," he finished with a chuckle.
I gasped as a nearly nude woman approached the table. She was only wearing an abbreviated French Maid's uniform with her breasts bare. At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but she really wasn't wearing panties with the very short uniform, merely garters, stockings and high heels. I guessed that the heels were at least five inches and had to admire her apparent ease at walking in them. She had a silver collar around her neck that read "Collette". She walked very seductively to Jeremy's side of the table and curtseyed to him, her eyes lowered like Tammi's had been earlier.
"How wonderful to see you again, Mr. Coletrain. I hope you and Ma'am will enjoy your meal tonight. Will you be ordering from memory Sir, or should I bring you a menu?"
"No menu tonight, Collette, thank you. I think we'll have drinks before dinner. My usual Old Forrester and ginger ale please." He looked over at me. "Will you trust me to order for you?"
I nodded my head, still stunned by Collette's scanty attire.
"Bring the lady a Sloe Comfortable Screw against the Wall," Jeremy told Collette.
I laughed softly at the name and shook my head as I looked at him. Inside I thought, "I wouldn't mind so much if he gave me one."
"Yes Sir, immediately Sir," Collette murmured as she curtseyed, displaying her charms for all to see.
My eyes followed her as she walked away. I could hardly believe my eyes as I saw her from the rear. The skirt that barely covered her crotch in front had no back at all! There were straps holding it on her body and her entire back and ass cheeks were bare. I could see her taut muscles work as she walked in those impossible heels, her hips swaying in a most erotic way.
The touch of Jeremy's hand on mine made me jump. "Lovely, isn't she? All of the staff, both men and women, is as striking as Tammi and Collette. I hope you're enjoying yourself as much as I am your reactions, Bonnie," he chuckled.
As we chatted, the doors opened again and Tammi entered with another couple. I was sure my jaw had fallen on the table as I watched them walk across the room.
The man was of average height and dressed in dark brown leather pants and jacket with a canary yellow shirt, but that wasn't the source of my shock. It was the woman with him. He was leading her on a leash attached to a collar around her neck, but even that wasn't the shocking part. She was wearing only a garter belt, sheer hose and five or six inch heels. She wore nothing else, not a stitch. She was in public, walking around as naked as the day she was born.
Jeremy's low chuckle drew my attention back to him. I realized that my mouth was still wide open and closed it. A million questions about this alternative lifestyle flitted through my mind as Jeremy smiled and waved across the room at them.
"That's Fred and his little one, as they say in the lifestyle," Jeremy said quietly. "In normal society you'd call her his voluntary slave. She has surrendered full control of herself in all ways to him. In effect, he owns her, so long as she chooses to remain with him."
At the word "slave" my mouth dropped open again and my head turned back toward the couple as if on a swivel.
He was seated at the table, but I could only see the upper part of her face, as she appeared to be kneeling on the floor beside him. The table was between us but I could see that she was kneeling with her head erect and her eyes cast down toward the floor.
"Jer," I whispered quietly, "why is she on the floor and not sitting on a chair at the table with him?"
"Apparently that's her Master's wish, Bonnie. As I said, she will obey any and all of his instructions as long as they don't violate limits that they've previously negotiated between themselves."
"Anything? Regardless of where, what or when?" I was still trying to take it all in.
"Oh yes, Bonnie. Anything," Jeremy answered, his sexy voice seeming even more so as I thought about what that meant. My nipples tightened even more, and the ache I'd felt all evening increased. I could feel the moisture gathering in my folds as thoughts of the many possibilities of this lifestyle went through my mind.
Just then Collette returned to our table bearing a tray with two drinks. She placed one on the table before Jeremy with a bow, then turned to me. I couldn't help but stare at her breasts as she bent before me to place my drink on the table. They swayed gently and I noticed with surprise that both nipples were pierced with small golden rings, and were very hard. Her areolas were all crinkled and tight, just like I knew mine were.
"Thank you, Collette," I said a bit distractedly.
Her bow immediately became a curtsey with her head lowered. She softly replied, "You're very welcome, Ma'am. It's my pleasure to serve."
She stood back upright and spoke to Jeremy. "Mr. Coletrain, please just signal and I'll bring another drink or come take your dinner order. Naturally take as much time as you wish, Sir."
"Thank you, Collette," he replied. She curtsied again and walked away. Again my eyes followed her bare ass as she walked away. Collete's naked butt both shocked and aroused me, and so did her submissive demeanor. It ignited something deep inside me, something I had never imagined but now intrigued me.






Chapter Two:


I could tell that Bonnie's mind was whirling with what she'd seen and heard so far tonight. I'd seen her reaction when I'd told her Fred was Master to his lil one, his slave. I'd watched the thoughts flit across her face as she'd looked at Tammi and Collete. I could even tell that the idea of voluntary slavery aroused her, even if she didn't realize it yet.
"Well, Bonnie, how did you like your drink? You must have found it delicious, since it's gone already," he laughed.
She looked surprised as she looked at her glass and saw that it was empty. "It tasted just like one of those Dreamsicle ice creams from my childhood."
"Good," I chuckled. "That's just how it's supposed to taste. Would you like another one?"
"Yes, thank you, I would," she smiled back.
I raised my hand in the air and pointed at our glasses. I saw Bonnie look around to see whom I was signaling and I know she didn't see anyone except the other couple. In less than three minutes, Collette approached the table carrying two glasses on a tray. She served us both with the familiar bow and when Bonnie thanked her again, she curtseyed and said, "You're very welcome Ma'am. It's my pleasure to serve." With Bonnie's consent I ordered for both of us, then Collette walked away, Bonnie's eyes following her every step.
Bonnie started to ask questions, lots of questions. I explained to her that this club was for those in the BDSM lifestyle. I explained to her what that meant and all that it entailed as we ate the meal I'd ordered.
Yes, I confirmed, Tammi and Collette were both slaves of Master Phoenix, the club's owner. Yes, Fred's lil one would even go out in public in the attire she wore now if he demanded it, but he probably wouldn't. Everything I told Bonnie seemed to spark more questions.
"Why was Master Fred hand feeding his slave?" she wanted to know.
"Well, Bonnie," I answered, "for a couple of reasons. First, simply because he wishes her to eat that way, he doesn't have to give her a reason, only that he desires it. Hand feeding her and allowing her to eat at his discretion reinforces her submission to him. It reminds her that she is his, and as such depends on him for everything.
He decides what she eats, when she eats, and even if she eats at a particular meal. She gave him that control over her by her voluntary submission. It's also called an Erotic Power Exchange and reflects the Domination and submission side of the Lifestyle."
As we talked and ate, the already low lights in the room dimmed so the only light was from the candles on the tables. A red spot light illuminated the small stage and two people standing on it, arms and legs entwined about each other. Quiet music began and the two separated revealing that one was a man and the other a woman, as well as the fact that both were nude.
The couple danced slowly and sensually, gradually increasing the tempo of the dance as well as its eroticism. They touched and caressed each other as they danced, parting now and again with seeming reluctance. The tempo of the music varied, as did their dance. Each time it slowed they became more erotic and frankly sexual.
Bonnie licked her lips as she watched them, her state of arousal obviously increasing. She hardly seemed to notice when I slid my chair a bit closer and rested my hand on her thigh. My fingertips grazed her inner thigh and she was so involved in watching the dancers on stage I don't think she was even conscious of allowing her legs to part, giving me much freer access to her.
The dancers kissed long and passionately as their hands fondled each other's bodies freely and obviously. If Bonnie wasn't so aroused already and just a bit tipsy she might have been more embarrassed, instead she was giving me all the signs that she was getting more aroused. She shifted a bit in her seat, moving just a little closer to me, her legs spreading wider. My hand roamed freely from her knee to under her short skirt, my fingertips growing ever closer to the soft, intimate places I would like to explore as she rocked in time to the dance and my touch.
A low sound from the only other two patrons in the room caught our attention. We looked across to see that his naked slave was on his lap and it was quite obvious that they were having sex right there in the dining room. She lifted and dropped back down on him over and over. Her breasts were covered by his hands, which were squeezing, twisting and pulling on them. Her low moans were audible during momentary lulls in the music.
Bonnie squirmed, the blatant sexual noises and lustful acts in the room working to arouse her libido even further. I took her hand from the table and put it on my leg, knowing what the atmosphere was doing to me and hoping she would respond to my caresses with her own.
The male dancer lifted his female partner in the air and held her in front of him, her crotch level with his face. He delivered several long, slow licks to her bare pussy, which made her shudder noticeably and moan over the sound of the music. He let her slide down his body and pushed her down to her knees in front of him.
A glance to the other table reveals that Fred's naked slave is moving up and down faster and dropping into his lap harder. Their moans mingle with those of the couple on the stage, creating an erotic symphony, noise meant to coax and inspire.
Bonnie's hand tightens on my leg as we look back and forth enjoying both shows. Bit by bit her hand moves higher on my thigh until her fingertips brush the tip of my now very hard cock. She stops as though shocked, but I don't know if it's because of her hand or mine, which now barely grazes her soft and shaved pussy lip.
We both freeze for a moment, and I can see Bonnie's thoughts as they pass over her face, as clearly as she would have spoken them. After another moment she relaxes and moves her hand to cover the end of my cock and squeeze gently, then stroke the length of it. I responded by sliding my fingertips along each of her smooth pussy lips, then lightly pinching each one and giving it a tug. Her moan matched those of the other women in the room, and her hips moved as if to follow my hand.
The ice had been broken, and I felt that soon my fantasies about Bonnie would be realized. Her face showed that she was ready, that she wanted more from me. Her sounds and the need in her eyes increased as I found my way to her clit and squeezed and rolled it between my fingers.
"Mmm, yes," Bonnie moaned softly as she watched the dancers and my finger teased at the center of her wetness.
The male dancer had pressed his partner backward until her body was bowed as he held her hips. He positioned himself between her legs and with one hard thrust of his hips buried his rampant cock in her to the base. She squealed with pleasure and her hips jerked toward him, their bodies meeting with a wet sounding slap.
A glance to the other table shows Fred's slave still rising and falling on him, her head now thrown back, her body arching and pausing with each upward stroke. Fred's hands pulled and stretched her breasts, then held her hard nipples between his fingers and shook them. Bonnie looked like she wanted to be doing the same, straddling my lap and riding me, my hard cock buried in her slick, wet pussy.
I'd had enough. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I need to fuck you. Not make love to you, to fuck you," my voice hoarse with lust. "Bonnie, "I want to feel your mouth on me and your pussy squeezing my cock. Shall we go now, sweet and sexy Bonnie?"
"God, yes," she replied, her own voice full of heat. "I want you as much as you want me, Jeremy. Hurry and call for the check so we can leave."
"No need, they'll bill me," I answered as I stood and took her hand then pulled her to her feet. "Let's go." I quickly led her from the dining room to the front door, where Tammi stands waiting. She bows to us both and wishes us a pleasant evening, displaying her breasts to the tops of her crinkled areolae.
I thanked Tammi and hurried Bonnie out to my SUV. As soon as we reached her door I turned her around, pushed her up against the side of the vehicle and kissed her for the first time. I could tell it wasn't what she expected, all tentative and sweet and testing.
Instead I took her mouth for our mutual pleasure, my tongue invading her mouth and dancing with hers. My hand cupped an ass cheek and pulled her crotch against mine, my erection rubbing through her skirt up and down against her pussy. After her initial surprise, Bonnie's hips moved to match mine, pressing our bodies harder together, nearly dry humping each other right there in the parking lot.
I ended our kiss and stepped back breathing raggedly. "You are an amazingly sexy and sensual woman, Bonnie. In fact, and please don't be offended as I mean this as a compliment, but you are a luscious little slut."
Her smile reassured me that she wasn't insulted, and confessed to me the thoughts she'd had earlier while she was dressing. I laughed with her as she told me she thought she looked "demurely slutty" in her outfit.
I opened the door for her and as she was about to get in I grabbed her by her hips and worked her skirt up above her ass. Her lovely, white ass cheeks gleamed in the lights of the parking lot. "Now, Bonnie, sit on that lovely and very fuckable ass. This way I have full and easy access to you as I drive."
"Yes Jeremy," Bonnie said softly as she climbed into her seat. She gasped as her hot, naked ass met the cold seat. With a playful smile she swung one leg into the vehicle and paused, which gave me a long, full look at her shaven, slightly swollen pussy lips. They gleamed with the juices that had already been flowing from the pink slit openly displayed to me before she swung her other leg into the car.
I closed the door and hurried to join her. We were on the road in a moment, driving off into the dark night. We both knew what was going to happen. The sexual tension in the car was thick and the musk of her arousal stimulating to me.
I moved my hand between her spread legs, cupped her bare lips and squeezed them. She moaned, and the more I squeezed the more her hips twitched and rocked on the seat.
Bonnie reached over and began to undo my belt. Her smile changed from one of anticipation and pleasure to one of questioning and then back again, as I squeezed her hard then pinched and pulled her pussy lips, adding a bit of pain with the pleasure.
My belt unbuckled, Bonnie fumbled a bit to unbutton and unzip my pants. Then I raised my ass to let Bonnie take them off, all the while trying to drive. She struggled a bit getting them down. She was leaning over me, her face next to the steering wheel when suddenly my cock was exposed, fully erect. I could see her eyes as she stared at my thick seven inches, obviously pleased at what she saw.
"Ohhh," she whimpered, "You're bigger than Tom. God, I want you in me now."
Her hand circled my shaft and began to stroke up and down, her thumb sliding over my cockhead, spreading my pre-cum over its spongy hardness. My sounds of pleasure matched hers, my hips now moving, as hers were, both of us seeking to fuck and be fucked.
"Please, Jer, find someplace to pull over, a dark road or something. I can't wait any longer! Then you can take me home with you and fuck me all weekend. If you'll just fuck me now I'll give you anything you want," she whispered her voice husky with need.
"Will you be mine for the weekend, my Bonnie slut? Will you be my total and obedient sex slave for the weekend?" I asked her, knowing she was so aroused she would probably agree to most anything at this point if I would just relieve that ache that had been building inside her all evening.
"Slave. Obedient sex slave," she said quietly. I pushed two fingers into her vagina and begin to rub them around her walls and over her G-spot.
"Ohh, damn, don't stop Jer, please don't stop. Yes. Yes! I'll obey your every command all weekend. I'll be your slut, your total sex slave, just please stop and fuck me soon or I'll go crazy!"
My need as strong as hers, if not stronger, I drove faster. My hand was now coated with her juices and I lift it to her lips and push the two fingers I just removed from her inside her into her mouth. She sucked her juices from them, her tongue sliding over and between my fingers. By her reaction I didn't think it was the first time. I wondered if she had ever tasted them on her husband's cock, or maybe it was her fingers or sex toys that she'd tasted them on.
I slowed to make a turn onto a side road, and then drove along it for a short time as she kept stroking my cock and sucking my fingers, both sensations goading me into a state of arousal I hadn't felt for a while. After another turn, I stopped a few hundred feet down a side road barely two lanes wide. I took my fingers from Bonnie's sucking mouth, shut off the lights and the motor, then turned to her.
The half moon supplied little light as she looked around to see where I'd stopped. Out my window and across the road there was a big field that vanished into the darkness. Out the front window there was nothing to be seen but the dark road ahead of us. The woods were just a dozen feet from her window, and out the back was just more empty road all the way back to the intersection. There wasn't a single light in sight. It was the perfect place.



Chapter Three:

"Look at me, Bonnieslut," I said in a gentle but compelling voice. "That will be your name all weekend, my Bonnieslut."
"Yes Sir," she answered, as she'd heard Tammi and Collette address me earlier. Bonnie turned her eyes to mine and then lowered them immediately in deference to what she saw there, the raw lust, the power and will to dominate her. It was an unconscious but lovely display of her submission to me.
"Very good, slut. Now your weekend of total sexual slavery begins. Strip for me, Bonnieslut," I command softly. "Leave on your stockings and garters but remove everything else. That will make you look even more like a slut, like my sex slave."
"Y-yes Sir," she stammered as her fingers moved to open the buttons on her blouse. When she reached the waistline of her skirt she leaned forward to unbutton it and open the zipper. She slid her skirt down over her ass and off her feet, then finished unbuttoning her blouse and dropped it on the floor with the skirt. Her bustier quickly followed.
I sat looking at her silently for some time as she sat with her head slightly bent, waiting. My eyes roved over her body, pausing at her lush tits and then at her shaven pussy. I could see her watching me watch her from under lowered lids.
"You are so lovely, my Bonnieslut. I'm a fortunate Master this weekend and I'll use you often and hard, I promise. Not one orifice you have will go unfucked, not one."
She shuddered and a slight moan of anticipation slipped out. "Yes Master. Thank you Master."
I couldn't keep from chuckling quietly. "Now undress me, slut. Strip your master and then you may beg to be taken, to be fucked like the slut that you are."
"Yes Sir," she replied eagerly. As quickly as she could Bonnie finished removing every stitch of my clothing including my socks and shoes.
As she opened her mouth to begin to ask me to fuck her I told her to move into the back. I was pleased at how quickly she obeyed, watching her ass as she climbed over the seat and thinking how pleasant it would be to be buried in it. The rear seat was already folded down and there was a blanket spread over a large, soft mat.
"You were rather sure of yourself, weren't you Sir?" she teased me with a grin.
"No, my hot slut, but very hopeful," I grinned back as Bonnie got on her knees. I joined her and reached up to turn on the little bullet light in the roof. The small light allowed me to better enjoy her lovely nakedness.
"Now, slut, beg as I watch you play with yourself. Beg for my cock as you watch me stroke it. Beg well and be fucked, play well and be fucked hard." I watched the lust grow in her eyes as I instructed her.
Without hesitation Bonnie's fingers dove into her sopping wet pussy and began to fuck in and out. Her other hand went to a breast and squeezed it, her fingers pressing into the firm flesh under her satiny skin and her thumbnail flicking over her nipple and tightening areola. I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked with the rhythm of her hand as she fucked herself.
"Please Sir, please fuck your slut. See how hot I am for you, how wet my pussy is for you?" Bonnie kept fucking her fingers in and out, her hand alternating between her tits, tugging and pinching on her nipples. "Please Sir, fill me with your big cock and fuck me hard and fast. Drive your man meat into my cunt and fuck me until I'm screaming with pleasure. Please fuck your slut Sir. Please fuck your slave's pussy," she begged. Her hips rocked and her fingers moved faster, filling the vehicle with her whimpers and the wet, slurping sounds each stroke with her fingers made.
"Yes, Bonnieslut," I answered, my cock hard and weeping pre cum and my voice raspy with passion. "Now your master for the weekend will use you as his slut and sex slave. Pull your pussy lips wide apart for me, my slut. Lift your hips and hold them up so I can see you spread, opening your cunt for me, then I'll fuck it."
All she could do is moan as my words inflamed her even more. Her hand left her breast and went to her pussy as her other withdrew from her wet opening. Each pinched a pussy lip and her hips lifted from the blanket as she spread lips and legs as wide apart as she could. Bonnie's arousal and the stimulation just ended had her cunt opening and closing like a mouth looking for something to suck on or eat.
I shuffled forward on my knees and placed my swollen cock head at her vaginal opening. I paused as my hands took possession of her tits and my fingers seemed to disappear into them as I squeezed hard. Her mouth opened to voice the pain she felt, but instead her breath comes out as a grunt as I ram my cock into her cunt. It was stretched and filled to capacity and I ground on her cervix seeking to go deeper as she took another breath.
"Oh, yes! Fill me! Fuck me!" Bonnie cried out as her hips jerked to meet my thrust. My hands pulled hard on her tits to try to drag her closer, hurting them with a very erotic pain.
Oh, how I fucked her. My cock was bigger than she was used to and I knew very well how to use it. I used my hips to drive my wide head into all the walls of her cunt. The movement of my hips gradually grew faster.
The wet sound of my cock driving into and pulling out of her cunt filled the air, as did the scent of a slut's cunt being fucked, and fucked well at that. Her legs wrapped around my hips and her heels drummed on my hard ass cheeks to urge me to move faster. As Bonnie's nails raked my back I pulled and tugged on her tits, stretching her hard nipples. I used her nipples to shake her heavy tits, which made them bounce and jiggle and added to the pleasure/pain I was giving her.
Over and over I continued to slam my cock into my weekend slave as her hips rose to meet each stroke. She moaned and begged for me to fuck her, to screw her into the blanket on the floor, to hump her and use her as my slut, as my whore and sex slave.
Then I felt it, that flutter that signaled her impending orgasm. Her cunt began to clench around me, releasing me to clench around me even harder, trying to milk my thick juice from my cock as she got closer to cumming.
"I'm nearly there, oh god, please don't stop," Bonnie begged. "Fuck me harder, fuck me deeper! Please Sir, fuck your sex slave and make her cum!"
My cock swelled in her tight cunt as she begged. With short, fast strokes I drove into her even harder and faster, slamming against her cervix, slamming into the furthest depths of her cunt. She whimpers at the pain, but moans louder at the pleasure, her release at hand.
With a grunt and then a bellow my balls erupt, shooting the cum out of the end of my cock in stream after stream, filling her to overflowing. I kept fucking her as her scream of pleasure matched my yell and her legs clutched at me even harder. Her tight walls spasmed around my cock, milking it dry. Each continuing stroke squeezed out a little more cum, making it drool down over her clenching ass hole.
My hips still twitched as I collapsed onto Bonnie's bruised and sweaty breasts and belly. I lay on top of her, both of us gasping for air as she murmured, still in the throes of her release.
"Oh, thank you Sir, thank you! It's been so long since I was fucked like that. Your slut and sex slave thanks you. Mmm," her hips still rocked her pussy against me. Then suddenly she gasped, "Oh god, I'm cumming again!" and her cunt squeezed my slowly softening cock in a second release that robbed her of coherent speech.
Still trying to catch my breath, I finally rolled off her as my soft cock dragged across her thigh and left a trail, a mixture of her juices and my cum. I gripped a handful of her hair and slowly pulled her down my sweaty body to my cum covered crotch.
"Lick and suck me clean, my sex slave," I ordered my Bonnieslut, still panting a bit. I hadn't fucked anyone like that for quite a while either.
She obeyed without question or hesitation, already sucking my slick, flaccid cock into her mouth as she mumbled, "Yes Sir." She'd just begun to lick me clean when we were both startled.

We jerked upright at something hard knocking on the side window. A flashlight came on, revealing a police officer standing outside holding a camcorder, its tiny red light flickering to show it was recording.
Bonnie curled into a ball, trying to cover her nakedness. I turned off the interior light and slid over the seat into the front.
The flashlight's beam moved back and forth between us as the officer said, "Come on out. Right Now and just as you are. Right now or it'll be worse for both of you."


Jeremy opened his door and stepped out, still naked. I shivered and cried in embarrassment and shame, but I reached for the door handle and opened it, afraid of what could be worse.
The officer took a step back as I exited the car. As I looked up at him through eyes blurred with tears, I noticed the camcorder was panning back and forth between us, then he held it on me.
"You sir, will slowly reach inside and bring out your wallet and give me your driver's license," the officer told Jeremy.
"You, Ma'am, will stand very still and straight. Lace your fingers together and put them behind your neck. Now, Ma'am," he instructed me.
Jeremy slowly complied and then I obeyed his orders, blushing furiously. Now there was no way to cover my naked body and standing with my arms behind my head lifted my breasts into prominent display. The video camera recorded it all.
After Jeremy handed the officer his license I was instructed to very slowly crawl in the same door and get my driver's license, nothing else. My embarrassment reached new heights as I complied with his instructions. My bare ass was pointed toward them as I climbed into the SUV and I knew that the video camera recorded the sight of it, and of my freshly fucked pussy and the cum that still leaked from it.
I managed to fish my license from my purse despite my shaking fingers. As I crawled backward I could just imagine the view I presented to the camera and to the men behind me. Mortified my flush of shame deepened. At last I was on the ground again standing next to Jeremy, relieved in spite of the fact that I was still naked. I stood there trembling, wondering what was next.
"I want both of you to face the patrol car behind your vehicle, please. Mr. Coletrain, you'll remain where you are. Mrs. Taylor, it is Mrs. Taylor, isn't it?" The way he emphasized the word Mrs. I could tell he'd have little sympathy for a woman caught cheating on her husband. "Well, Mrs. Taylor, I'd like you to step to other the side of the road and face the car. No talking, please. I'll be right back with your licenses.
I knew from watching the police shows on television that he'd check for outstanding warrants or tickets. I knew I had none, and doubted that Jeremy did either. My concern was that we would be arrested for public nudity or immoral acts or something, and Tom would find out. I didn't want to lose him, or my children, but I was sure that's what would happen.
The tears started to slide down my face again as I stared straight ahead into the bright lights of the patrol car in front of me. Jeremy didn't speak to me, and I remained silent as well. I didn't know what was going on in Jeremy's mind, but I hoped that maybe if we cooperated with the officer he would let us go without any further incident. We stood and waited.
"Mr. Coletrain," the officer called out, "You may get your pants. Turn the pockets inside out and put them on. Then come here."
I watched as Jeremy got his pants and pulled the pockets out, and then put them on. I could tell he was relieved to be able to cover himself. He walked toward the patrol car and gave me a quick, sympathetic glance as he passed, then moved on toward the officer. He was told to stop a short distance in front of the car and turn around slowly, then to continue, and then he vanished behind the bright lights.
After Jeremy disappeared I could still hear them talking, but I could no longer discern what was being said. I did hear Jeremy exclaim, "What?! Absolutely not!" and then the officer told him to lower his voice. After a couple more minutes of murmured conversation, Jeremy emerged from the light again and walked back to where he'd stood, but this time he didn't look at me. I became alarmed.
I barely had time to wonder why he wouldn't look at me before the officer called out, "Mrs. Taylor, keep your hands where they are and come here, please."
I wondered why I wasn't allowed to get my clothes, too. How I could be more dangerous, but I didn't want to anger him so I kept quiet and walked slowly toward the patrol car, then stopped when he told me to. I turned around slowly, even though I clearly had nothing concealed anywhere. When I stepped past the lights I saw the video camera still in his hand and the record indicator light still blinking. He had recorded everything.
When I reached the open front door of the car he finally turned off the camera and set it on the dashboard. He turned and took my arm and led me to the back of his car.
"I want you to listen to what I'm about to say to you. Don't interrupt me," he warned. "If I want you to answer a question I'll let you know, otherwise you listen until I've finished. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir," I nodded as I tried to prepare myself for my arrest.
"First of all, you and Mr. Coletrain have violated several of this state's morals laws. Indecent exposure in a public place, fornication in a public place, lewd and lascivious behavior in a public place," he listed. "And for sucking to sucking his cock, you're in a world of trouble, that's legally a Crime Against Nature in this state, a felony."
"Each one of those is a first degree misdemeanor and each one carries a maximum penalty of one year in the county jail and/or a one thousand dollar fine. That means you both face up to three years in jail and/or up to three thousand dollars in fines. The felony is one to five years in prison and up to a ten thousand dollar fine. A stupid law I agree, but it's there."
"I also noticed that you wear a wedding ring and he doesn't. As the last names on your driver's licenses don't match, and you've just renewed yours, I would guess that you have a husband somewhere who doesn't know where you are tonight. If that's correct, just nod."
My head bent already, I nodded, unable to look him in the eye from embarrassment.
"I see." He sounded very unsympathetic. "Well now, let me tell you what I have on video tape, Mrs. Taylor." Again he put the emphasis on Mrs. I spotted your vehicle parked in the dark with no lights, rolled up slowly behind you with mine off. I stopped my car just as the interior light came on.
"I reached your vehicle with the video camera running just as you were begging him to fuck you and use you like his slut. I raised the camera to catch you playing with your tits and finger fucking your cunt. I have everything from that point until I set it down a minute ago on the tape."
I cringed at his words but he continued. "I know your name and have your home address and phone number. I could arrest you tonight and make your future very, very uncomfortable. This is the deal I'm willing to make you.
"Mr. Coletrain won't be your master and you won't be his sex slave for the weekend. You will call ME Master and be MY sex slave. It won't be just for the weekend, either, but for as long as I want you as my slave.
"I'll hold on to the tape, but I won't press charges against either of you. Your husband will never find out about tonight. You'll keep your family; your name will stay out of the courts and out of the newspaper, keeping your friends, family and co-workers from finding out, not to mention your boss.
"In exchange, you'll come when I call and obey me no matter what I ask you to do. You may not refuse me anything, but I promise I won't harm you. You keep your life and just change Masters."
This was supposed to be comforting? His appearance beside our vehicle had been a big shock, and I'd still been reeling with it when he hit me with this. Now I knew my life would never be the same. I took a deep breath. I couldn't believe what I'd heard him say, it had to be a mistake! His next words proved he was serious.
"If not," he resumed as I hesitated, "you may consider yourself under arrest for the charges I've already listed and any others I can think of on the way to the police station."
"If you agree to all of that my slut," he continued, "kneel before your new master. Now, my slave. The choice is yours to make."



Chapter Four:

I couldn't believe the predicament I'd gotten myself into! What had started out as an evening full of promise and fun had turned into a nightmare. What was I going to do?
I flushed all over with embarrassment as I thought of the way the officer had so blatantly looked at me when I got out of Jeremy's SUV. It was so different than the way I'd viewed myself in the mirrors as I was getting ready for this evening. A woman full of hope and desire with a body ready to give unreservedly, I'd been so excited, and so naive about the possible consequences.
I glanced down at my feet, feeling the glare from the officer as I fidgeted, trying to make up my mind as he told me my options. I didn't like either of them but I had to decide which was worse. I knew he wouldn't wait long before he cuffed me and hauled me to jail. I felt panicked. It seemed obvious what my choice had to be but it was unthinkable! Or was it?
I'd been so eager to experience things. Maybe too eager, considering the quandary I now found myself in. There was no doubt that if I hadn't been so keen to have this tryst with Jeremy I wouldn't be standing here now, humiliated and trying to make the hardest decision I'd ever been faced with in my previously uncomplicated life.
I recalled Jeremy's comment about showing me how another segment of society lived. I'd never even had so much as a speeding ticket. As I stood here now, naked, embarrassed and vulnerable to arrest, I was getting much more of a glimpse of another side of society than I'd ever wanted. I strained to try and see the officer's name tag in the dark.
I thought for a moment of back in the club when Jeremy's hand had been on my thigh, so close to my freshly shaved pussy that my nerves had been prickling in anticipation. Now I was prickling in disgust and dismay that I'd gotten myself into such a predicament. Now my marriage and family were threatened, as well as my reputation and probably my job. My choices of the past few hours no longer seemed fun and exciting.
I wished that I had even Collette's scanty attire to cover me now. It was a fairly warm night, but being naked I was shivering. Of course it was as much from my humiliation as from the night air. If only we'd gone straight to Jeremy's place from the club. Now what had been Eden for a short time had turned into paradise lost as a serpent had invaded our perfect place.
How I wished we could go back to that moment, our bodies sated from our shared passion, and have this all have been a dream, but now I would have to deal with the snake.
What could I do? I shot a look at Jeremy, still standing beside the SUV in just his pants, his face clearly angry even from here. I really had no choice, unless I wanted to risk everything he'd pointed out to me.
I slowly sank to my knees where I was in the gravelly dirt at the side of the road. The officer chuckled and said, "I knew you would, slut. I knew it from the moment I heard your voice whorishly begging him to fuck you."
He unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. It sprang up in my face, already hard and oozing pre cum. "Suck it, my sex slave," he ordered. "Suck my cock and show me you'll be worth keeping or I'll arrest you now."
I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. I could taste the evidence of his arousal. It made my throat feel sticky as he hurriedly pushed it into the back of my mouth. My only hope was that he was so excited it wouldn't take long.
I grasped the base of his cock with my fingers and slid my mouth up and down his shaft. I kept up the suction as I slid my mouth up until I was holding just the crown between my lips and rubbed my tongue around the head.
"That's good, my little cock sucking slut," he groaned. He put his hands on either side of my head and pulled me down hard on his cock, making me gag as he hit the back of my throat. I tried to pull away from him, but he held my head still and began to thrust his cock into my throat repeatedly. I could feel the gravel digging into my knees as he fucked my mouth.
"Yes, that's it, my fuck slave, I'm going to fuck your mouth good, then I'm going to let you wear my cum as a sign of my ownership. He began battering the back of my throat hard and fast with his cock, his fingers pressing into my scalp as he held me.
He paused for a moment, holding his throbbing dick deep in my throat, then pulled out and stroked up and down his shaft a couple of times. His cum jetted from him in several huge spurts, splattering against my lips, my face and my tits. I could feel it dripping from my cheek.
"Don't move, slut," he growled at me as he zipped his trousers. I thought he was going to get the camcorder, but instead he called out to Jeremy. Just when I thought my humiliation was complete, he told Jeremy to get my things from the SUV and bring them over to him.
"Nooo..." I groaned. He wouldn't do this. This couldn't be happening!
"Yes, my slut. He will see you wearing my sperm, MY brand of ownership. He will leave tonight knowing that you are mine. That's how he pays for tonight. You'll pay for getting caught until I tire of you."
The tears that had been welling in my eyes now spilled down my cheeks as I heard Jeremy's approaching footsteps. My body flushed hot, except for the spatters of cum on my face and my tits. I was sure it must be in my hair too, as I'd seen his cum arc high above my face.
Jeremy stepped around the corner of the patrol car and his eyes instantly went to me, still kneeling in the gravelly dirt, my body spattered with globs of cum. I saw an instant of pity in his eyes, then it was masked by something I couldn't read. He didn't say a word to me, just handed my clothes and purse to the officer, turned and left nodding after the officer said, "Do remember the agreement Mr. Coletrain, I will and her security and family depend on it."
My new master turned and handed me my clothes. "Put them on," he ordered. I started to open my mouth to ask if I could clean myself off first, then realized that was part of his enjoyment, to make me wear it.




"No, slave, no bra," he said as he pulled my bustier from my hands and tossed it into the patrol car's back seat. "Turn around, slave, arms behind you. Now."
When she turned I cuffed her wrists, then turned her back around. I unbuttoned the blouse she'd just put on until I could lift out her bare tits. I took her by the arm and led her to the passenger side of my patrol car and opened the door.
"Get in, slave," I said as I pulled up her skirt to bare her pussy.
She sat down and I closed the door. I watched her flinch as it thudded closed and the latch clicked with finality. I got in and drove off as I typed one handed into the car's computer. The screen read "10-8, just kids. Chased them off and suggested a motel next time. *L* Will be roving further east toward the lake now. End".
I was silent, intent on my driving, only looking briefly at my new slave's bared tits and pussy. After about ten minutes I finally spoke. "Tell me what you are. Tell me who owns you. Tell me what you will do for me."
"Y-you own me, S-Sir," she stammered between sniffles. "I am your s-slave and your slut. I'll do anything for you Sir, anything you want until you decide you have no more use for me. I'll make myself available to you anytime you wish to use me." I watched the flush of humiliation creep up her face and down her body as she told me the things she'd said to someone else just a short while ago.
"Good, slut. Exactly right," I said triumphantly. "You are now my property to do with as I wish, whenever I wish. I will have you more ways than you can imagine, and show you just what a slut you are in even more ways. While I'm driving, think of that. My shift is nearly over and then..." I didn't finish, just chuckled quietly as I watched her shudder.
Her bared tits moved and jiggled in the light from the dash as she trembled. I reached across the briefcase between us to cup and knead a tit. I stroked and caressed her as I drove one-handed, my eyes still scanning our surroundings.
"Mmm, very nice, slut. Nice and smooth and firm. I'll like all I do to them. Have you ever been tit fucked, slut? If not you have something to look forward to, my slave," I chuckled again as she answered me softly, her body still quaking.
My fingers slid absent-mindedly to her nipple and pinched and rolled it between them. I tugged and pulled on it and stretched it out. She held out as long as she could, even longer than I'd expected, but her body betrayed her. She looked mortified when a moan slipped out and I chuckled to watch her blush furiously. She tried to resist but she was helpless to keep herself from reacting.
I let go of her tit and reached for the keyboard again. I typed " Unit 26, 10-7. 10-51, 10-42. Have a quiet night. *s* End". After a moment there was a small chime and the screen displayed "10-4 Hope so. Have a good weekend. See you Monday. End".
Her disappointment in learning I had the whole weekend was written clearly on her face, which brought yet another small laugh from me. "Quite a nice coincidence, huh, slave?" She refused to give me the satisfaction of reacting.
"Yep, I'm off for the whole weekend. That means until I take you home again I'll be with you constantly, slut. You should feel lucky, slave, to have your master's undivided attention for the whole weekend.
While I drive I want you to think of what you'll do to please me and make me hot when we reach my cabin. If you don't think of something suitably arousing I'll have to punish my bad slave, won't I? A slave always has to please her Master, doesn't she? She can't be displeasing, or she'll have to face punishment. No matter what, a slave has to do her slutty best to please her master. Isn't that right, my slave?"
Her slight trembling became shivers as she listened to me and thought of all the implications. She was easy to read as her face very clearly expressed her emotions and thoughts. Her answer was soft, barely audible, but she answered.
"Damned right she does, slave, and oh, how you will," I told her. "Tonight is the first night of your slavery to me, but far from the last." I drove on without saying anything else, just playing with her tit. I left the highway and made several turns, then finally pulled off the road into an unpaved drive that wound its way back into the woods.
I pulled up in front of a fairly large log cabin and stopped. The moonlight showed that it had been built into the hillside. Two stories high with a large porch on the front and around the side both upstairs and down, my home was a magnificent and unexpected sight in the middle of the woods. As she sat staring at it, a light upstairs turned on and a minute later a light downstairs turned off, set on automatic timers to discourage would be burglars and vandals.
I shut down the patrol car's computer and lights then turned off the engine and got out. I went around to open her door and helped her out, as being handcuffed would have made it too difficult on her own. Once she was out I removed her cuffs.
"Now, slave, strip for your Master. Leave on the heels and stockings, my hot looking bitch," I instructed her. "You will be naked all weekend so I can see all of you any time I wish. You better hurry. Don't make me wait, or else."
She really had no choice so she complied as quickly as she could. My hand closed on her long hair and used it to lead her to the side door that opened onto a screened porch. She looked to both sides and saw that the porch ran the length of this wall too, not just the front and other side she saw from where the car was parked. It was separated from the adjoining porch by a screen wall.
"Open the door and onto the porch with you, slave, while I get out my keys. I hope you've thought well. It's nearly time for you to show me what you've thought of doing to further arouse me, slave. If not..." I let my sentence hang ominously in the air.
It wasn't necessary to finish, she knew what I was saying. I hated the thought of having to start our weekend by punishing her, but I would if she chose it. I guessed that she was smart enough to try and avoid it.
I unlocked the door and the two deadbolts and swung it open. The door was thick and solid, with metal bands at the top, center and bottom. It was meant to deter the criminal element, but it would do just as well to let a slave know there was no escape. I grabbed her hair again to lead her inside, letting go of her to close the door and lock all three locks again.
While I was half turned away from her I watched as she scanned the room, lit only by what moonlight could make it through the blinds on the far side of the room. We were standing in the large "country kitchen". The few beams that could make it that far gleamed off the double doors of the stainless steel refrigerator and stove. There was a large butcher block in the middle of the polished wood floor and cabinets and countertops along every wall.
I led her through the dining room and living room without speaking. The house was much larger than it even looked from outside, being built well back into the hill. I hurried her so she didn't have time to notice much more than the couch and loveseat we made our way past before we got to the stairs.
"You first, slave," I commanded.
She took two hesitant steps up and my open hand landed on her ass with a loud smack. She squealed and jumped up a step, which made me laugh. I slid my finger into her ass, which made her gasp, but to her credit she didn't pull away from me. That would have been a mistake.
"Walk like a slut, like my slave should walk. Walk like you're a whore trying to get a customer, bitch. Now. Finger in your asshole and all."
She took a deep breath, no doubt feeling the heat of the handprint on her ass, and began to climb the stairs again. This time she sashayed her hips back and forth provocatively. She looked very sexy as she mounted the steps to the top with my finger in her ass. With each step my finger slowly stroked in and out and rubbed the inner walls of her ass, including the membrane that separated her ass from her cunt. As she took the last step a finger slid into her cunt to the last knuckle. I felt how wet she was and chuckled. She was responding to me very nicely, even if she didn't realize it.

"Yes, you are quite the little slut, a slut who needs a hard cock in her," I took delight in informing her as I worked my fingers in and out of her holes. "It's a good thing, because I'm going to fuck you until my balls can't shoot another drop of cum into you or onto you, my slave."
She whimpered. Her reaction to what I said and what I was doing to her certainly didn't sound like fear. In my line of work I'd heard fear in just about all its forms and she didn't sound afraid at all. My slave sounded aroused.
I used my fingers to guide her to the end of the hall and through an open door. There was a light on next to the huge bed. It was king sized and extra long, about seven feet. I led her to the side of the bed quickly, without giving her a chance to look over her surroundings.
I pulled my fingers from her and she sighed as I took of my belt and gear. I sat on the bed and ordered her to undress her master. "Take your time as you do, slut, and arouse me or else."
I leaned over and placed the belt on the bedside table then pressed a hidden button. She heard the click but didn't ask about it. She was already learning and didn't need to be told twice. I sat up again and then leaned back on my hands to watch my slave undress her master for the first time.



Chapter Five:


"My shoes and socks first," I instructed my slave as she started to undress me. "Kiss your master's feet. Lick them and show me what a good slave you are."
I watched as she swallowed her revulsion at having to kiss and lick my unwashed feet and lowered her head to obey. As she bared my feet she licked each one, thoroughly laving them with her tongue.
I finally stopped her. "Mmm, very nice, slave. Now continue undressing me." As I looked down I could see the shine of moisture on her inner thighs. It could have still been from being fucked by the other guy, but she'd seemed to get much wetter as I was fingering her.
She rose on her knees and shuffled forward to unbutton my shirt. I saw her peer at the nametag as she removed it. "B. von Baur" it read. She looked at all the patches and ribbons on it as she opened each button. I could tell she was wondering about them, but she didn't ask and kept on her task.
When her fingers reached my waist she deftly unfastened both belt and button and slid the zipper down. The head of my hardening cock was pushing through the slit in my boxers. I knew she had been too distraught to notice earlier, but now she got a good look at me and her eyes widened. I'm sure it wasn't my length that impressed her, though it was eight and a fraction inches long, but I'm sure what made her gasp was its girth.
She finished unbuttoning my shirt and as she rose to take it off she pressed her nipples against my crotch, sliding one up the exposed length of my cock. I hummed at the feeling and the knowledge that she hadn't forgotten that she was to arouse me.
She removed my shirt, my bulletproof vest and my t-shirt to reveal my tight, hard body. I wasn't overly muscular, but more of a wiry build. I had no body hair other than my sparse pubic hair and was covered with freckles that went with my blue eyes.
Finally only my pants and boxers were left to remove. She took a deep breath and leaned forward, mashing her tits against my chest, lowering herself to her knees again while she pulled her flattened tits down my chest and over my crotch.
"Mmm, very nice, slave. You have great tits and I'll like using them a lot, I promise you."
Her hand was sliding up my thighs and she shuddered at my words. I wondered if it was because the prospect excited her as much as it did me.
She tugged on my waistband and I raised my hips from the mattress. She removed my pants and boxers together and now my fully engorged cock sprang out and up to lay against my taut, muscled belly. Her eyes grew even wider than before as she saw its full size in the light. It was nearly as thick as her tiny wrist.
She recovered from her consternation to lift one foot and then the other, sliding the last of my clothes off and placing them on the end of the bed. I now had even less clothes on than she wore, as she was still in her garters, stockings and high heels.


The click of the patrol car door was like a death knell to me. I was his. I was his quasi-prisoner and slave for as long as he wanted to use me. I was obedient, though inwardly resistant, when he made me tell him what I was and who owned me. Otherwise I sat there sniffling, feeling the cum dry on me as he drove.
He would have had me think of all the ways he would use me but there was no need as I could think of nothing else. He sounded sadistic and menacing as he chuckled. I wanted to cover myself but knew I didn't dare. He had impressed on me that he meant what he said, and I didn't want to anger him.
I still didn't quite want to believe what was happening. When he'd cuffed my wrists I'd thought for a minute to refuse him after all. I just couldn't go through with it, even though Jeremy had already left. Tom's face flashed in front of me for a moment, his eyes confused, hurt and then angry as he turned from me.
I'd let him put me in the car and now here we were at his mansion of a cabin in the woods, what had felt like many miles from anyone.
The moon lit it fairly well, and I could see a two-story structure set back into the hill. It was a beautiful prison, but a prison all the same. He'd already warned me that I must always please him, no matter what. I shuddered to think of everything that might mean. I went over the possibilities of "no matter what", from private and public humiliation to acts I couldn't even imagine. I'm sure my apprehension showed on my face as my mind lit on each thing.
He had no patience with me when he pulled me from the car. As I was rubbing my sore wrists, chafed from his cuffs, he told me to strip. I had already gotten a glimpse of how the weekend would go; I was sure it would be much worse as he called me his bitch and dragged me to a side porch. I wasn't looking forward to what lay ahead, especially when we got inside and he told me to do something to arouse him.
The massiveness of the door only strengthened my fears of my weekend of captivity. While he fished out his keys my imagination ran wild for a moment and I imagined a basement dungeon complete with various tools of torture. I half expected the door to swing open with a menacing creak, but it opened quietly, its only noise the click of the latch and the sound of the locks snapping closed.
My first glimpse of the place that was to be my prison for the weekend was a little reassuring. It looked like any other kitchen, there weren't any giant hooks hanging from the ceiling or whips on the walls. He didn't give me much time to look around though. He led me quickly to the stairs as soon as the locks were closed.
I don't know if he smacked me because I wasn't moving fast enough or if it was just because he wanted to, but he sure enjoyed it.
He laughed when I jumped. I had braced myself for another one. Instead he'd found a new way to surprise and humiliate me. It was all I could do to walk up the stairs let alone sashay up them with his finger in my ass, but I did my best.
My eyes were instantly drawn to his huge bed as we entered his bedroom and I tried not to show my repulsion. He wasted no time in taking off his belt and gun and telling me to undress him. I knew the time was at hand when I'd have to find a way to excite him or else.
I was aghast when he ordered me to wash his feet with my tongue. I forced back my disgust at his sweaty feet as it rose up in my throat. I wondered what this could have to do with sex, then I realized that it wasn't about sex but about power; his absolute power over me.
I kissed one foot then the other, trying not to breath in the odor that clung to them after spending the day in his shoes. Then I licked them, my tongue sliding along his unwashed skin as I went from foot to foot. It was much to my relief when he told me I could finish undressing him.
As I reached for his shirt, I realized that now I could see the nametag I'd tried to read beyond the flashlight's bright beam beside the road. I wondered what the B stood for and then gave myself a quick mental shake. Why did I care? I didn't want to be his friend. He was blackmailing me into having sex with him!
I remembered all of a sudden that I was supposed to arouse him as I undressed him and slid a nipple along his partially exposed cock. I could have sworn he almost purred.
I shuddered as he told me how he'd like to use my tits for his pleasure. I could feel the insides of my thighs dampening and knew it was not only what I'd done earlier, but the excitement of his threats and promises to possess me in every way. How could I be reacting this way? I didn't want to be here. Was that part of it?
I couldn't help but stare at his cock when it finally sprang free of its confines. His cock was thick, much thicker than Tom or even Jeremy. I imagined for a moment what he would feel like pushing into me, stretching whichever part of me he chose to take advantage of.
His cock stood up proudly between us. My eyes traveled from the tip if it to where his balls lay in a downy thatch of pubic hair and followed each swollen vein as it snaked up his thick shaft. They crept upward to the bulging ridge that began the crest of his erection. Its blunt tip was wide enough to appear slightly menacing. I leaned forward and stopped, my tits quivering around his cock and waited for him to give me my next order.
I was surprised when his voice was gentle, urging me to look at him. My eyes rose up his body until I was looking in his eyes. I'm not sure what I expected, but I was relieved when he said he wanted to tell me about himself.
I wasn't surprised to find he already wanted more slaves. I figured the man was insatiable, the way he talked about fucking me again and again. In any case, I was certainly trapped in an untenable position.

She bowed her head and again shuffled between my legs, her body following her hands as they slid up my thighs. The whole time she was moving her eyes never left my cock. She looked at every vein, looked at the plum sized head and noted the little drop of moisture seeping from its slit. She looked closely at my balls as her hands passed over the very sparse, fine hair on my legs. My pubic hair was also very fine it felt like it was barely there.
Her hands moved until they were on my hips and my cock was just nestled between her tits. Her hard nipples were just touching my belly when she stopped to await my instructions, no, my commands to her.
"Look at me, slave," I said. Her head lifted from my cock and our eyes met.
"I'm going to tell you some things about myself. I'm a thirty-four year old bachelor. I've never been married. This cabin and a house are mine. You'll see the house in time. My folks died in a car wreck several years ago and left me both Hill House and a small inheritance. Insurance money added a bit more so I'm comfortable but not rich.
"One of the primary reasons I went into police work is my naturally dominant personality. I have a couple of computers and have visited a lot of the sites dealing with BDSM and found them very informative. I felt like I belonged there. However, with my job and in this area I haven't had a chance to experiment, other than with a few adventurous girlfriends. You are my first slave, but I hope not my only one.
"Everything I've said to you I meant sincerely. You will be mine until I tire of you and I will use you as I see fit as I experiment and learn more in the real world of what I've read on the Internet. You have no option and no choice in what I do to or with you. On the Internet they talk about "safe words" and such. You don't have any. None. You may tell me if you feel you are being harmed or injured, but if I find you are faking I'll punish you severely, and then your protests won't sway me.
As I promised you on the road, I won't permanently harm or injure you, but I will hurt you if it pleases me and I certainly will if I ever have to punish you.
"Together we will experience things that we never have before, some things that you have never even dreamed of. We will be learning together, but I will always lead the way and you will always follow me as long as you are with me. Is all of that very clear to you, my slave?"
She listened intently as I spoke. I doubt she even realized how her tits moved slightly up and down my cock as she breathed. She sat back when I asked if she understood and remained quiet for several minutes. Her face was thoughtful, then she looked up at me and nodded, her "yes" just a whisper.
"Good slave," I said as I smiled down into her eyes. "Now to firmly establish our relationship of Master and slave." Smack! Smack! I slapped her face. Not too hard, but I made sure it stung. She gasped as first one hand and then the other moved her head from side to side. She met my eyes as the tears welled in hers.
Quietly I asked, "What are you? What am I? Who owns you?"


The thought of belonging to Jeremy for a weekend had seemed fun and exciting. It had aroused me to consider having to do everything he told me to do. But I had known he wouldn't hurt me, we had been friends and coworkers for a long time and there were still our lives and our jobs to face Monday morning.
There was no such restraint with this man. His badge had given him the opportunity to take advantage of Jeremy's and my illicit tryst, by his authority first, then by his videotape and his scheme to blackmail me. What else would he consider doing, if he could get away with that? I shivered from the unknown and the chill that crawled up my spine. He'd raised not only fear in me, but also a desire to know just what all he might do to me.
I had to admit the size of his cock also intrigued me. I'd been too shocked and scared and humiliated to notice anything when he'd forced me to give him head and he'd cum all over my face. As soon as it sprang free from his boxers I'd wondered what it would feel like inside me, stretching and filling me... though I didn't want to. His next words brought me back to reality.
Another tremor rolled up my body when he told me that my only escape was if I felt I would be seriously injured. What did he plan for me that he brought up being seriously injured?
How I wished I could roll back the clock to that afternoon. I would have thanked Jeremy for his appealing invitation but regretfully declined it just the same. I would have gone home and spent time thinking about my family, or even driven up to join them regardless of my mother-in-law.
How many ways were there to take sexual advantage of a person? I was so clueless. It wasn't comforting to know that we'd be learning together. I was in the hands of a sadist, an inexperienced one which gave me all the more reason to be afraid. I had wantonly indulged myself in something new with Jeremy, but I didn't want to be anyone's experiment.
My eyes filled with tears when he slapped my face. It wasn't that he hit me so hard, but that he'd hit me at all. It was so shocking that I gasped. I could feel the print of his hands remaining on my face as he quietly asked who owned me. The reality of the situation was clear to me and I gave the only answer I knew he would accept.
"I-I'm your sex s-slave, M-Master. I am your s-slut, your p-property to do with as you please until you tire of me. Y-You are m-my M-Master, Guide and Teacher. Y-You o-own m-me, y-you a-alone." I hurriedly finished. Out of breath and shuddering, I sucked in a deep breath and collapsed against his legs.



Chapter Six:


Her entire body began to tremble as she stuttered and stammered out her replies to each question. After she collapsed and fell against me, I waited for her to catch her breath.
After a few minutes I again wrapped my hand in her long hair and then rose. I used her hair to pull her to her feet, and to lead her through a doorway into a large bathroom with a shower and tub big enough for at least four people. I walked her into the oversized shower stall and turned on the water. I adjusted it as I gave her new commands.
"The first order of business is for you to clean yourself, slave. Wash my cum off you and Coletrain's out of you. That's right, I said out of you. From now on the only cum you'll get will be from me, those I may choose to share you with and your husband." Her eyes flew wide when I said I might loan her to others and I couldn't help but delight in her dismay. "Is that clear, slave?"
She numbly nodded, her look almost blank, and I was sure she was still stuck on the thought of being traded like property. She would eventually learn that's what she truly was, my property, and once I owned something I didn't like to give it up, but I might share.
Each sidewall of the shower had a detachable showerhead and all the tools one might find necessary, racks containing shampoos and conditioners, soaps, a loofa, brushes and a razor. I sat cross-legged on a corner seat away from the spray to watch her clean herself thoroughly inside and out.
She blushed as she realized the show she was about to put on for me but she didn't seem to hesitate more than momentarily. She took the loofa and soaked it under the warm spray to soften it, then coated it with body wash. She began to scrub herself, starting with the cum that had dried on her face, neck and tits. I smiled as I remembered how I'd put it there. She gasped quietly as she rubbed the loofa back and forth over her hard nipples; her areolas still nicely crinkled.
My slave moved lower, washing her belly, back and hips. She worked the loofa down each thigh and back up. Finally she began to work her way up the insides of her legs, alternating back and forth between them. Her full tits hung free of her body and moved as she bent over and leisurely scrubbed, taking the loofa slowly higher. As she finally reached her knees I ordered her to squat facing me then do her pussy. Another blush rushed downward from her face.
She rested her back against the shower wall for balance and squatted as I'd instructed. I watched all she did very carefully, enjoying the erotic show. Her legs were spread wide apart and this position pulled her bald pussy lips apart and held them open.
Her hand moved the loofa up each inner thigh, removing all traces of Coletrain's cum and her own juices until just her pussy and her ass were left to wash. She glanced up and saw my eyes deliberately fixed on her crotch. She had to know what I was seeing. Her hard little clit, her full, swollen pussy lips and her cunt and its readily flowing juices were all signs of her arousal. Regardless of her situation, her body continued to betray her to me.
She scrubbed her pussy, twitching and gasping as the fibers rode over her clit and her cunt's hungry little mouth. Then she scrubbed her ass cleft and over both cheeks. I slowly stroked my hard cock as I silently watched. As she began to rise again I stopped her and extended my hand. When she reached for me I shook my head.
With questions in her eyes, she handed me the loofa. I leaned forward and lowered it to where she'd just had it moments ago. One end was narrower than the other was and I pushed that end of the loofa into her cunt. I glanced up to see her eyes widened in surprise, but her whimpers and tiny hip movements clearly told me how it felt. I could tell how it inflamed her lust, just what it made her need.
"I said inside and out, slut, remember?" I asked as I fucked her with the loofa. She blushed red and I wondered if it was from passion or embarrassment.
"Yes Master, I remember. I'm sorry Master," she murmured.
I thrilled, as this was the first time she'd called me that without prompting. I felt another thrill of anticipation and my cock twitched in reaction. I'd have bet a bundle that she didn't even realize what she'd said.
I slid out the loofa and scrubbed her tight ass hole until I was sure it was as clean as possible. I couldn't tell if her moan was because of the abrasion of the loofa on her tender skin or her growing need, but I would've bet on the latter. I stood quickly and grabbed the closest shower nozzle. I sat back down and handed it to her. 'Now, my slave, rinse where I just washed."
Slowly her trembling hand moved the shower head close to her ass hole and rinsed as her free hand passed quickly over it to make sure all the soap was gone. She hesitated and looked pleading into my eyes. I enjoyed telling her what to do next.
"Fuck yourself with it, slut. If I choose to eat your pussy I don't want to taste body lotion, just your cunt and its juices."
She moaned just loud enough for me to hear her over the running water. She muttered something as she slowly pushed the hard, slender wand into her cunt and began to fuck herself as I'd commanded. I just watched as she fucked the wand in and out. Soon her hips were moving to meet each stroke.
I felt as if she'd forgotten me as her pleasure rose higher and the water flowed from her cunt. Finally the dam burst and her orgasm rushed over her. Her hips jumped and she humped the handle as though her whole body was spasming. She moaned loudly, crying out at the peak of her release as she still fucked her clenching cunt. Her eyes were closed the back of her head pressed against the shower wall.
She was brought roughly back to reality when my hand closed over hers and pulled the shower wand from her cunt. When she'd recovered from her startle over that I told her sternly, "If you ever have an orgasm again without my permission, slave, I will take a belt to your cunt. Is that perfectly clear?"
She looked into my eyes and then nodded as she answered quietly.
"Now wash my cum from your hair as I shower, slut." I accomplished my shower fairly quickly then had her dry me. I watched her again as she dried herself.
"On your hands and knees, slut," I ordered as I gripped some of her hair. I leaned down a bit and led her to the bed where I sat.
"Up on the bed, slave. Give me a better show than you gave him in the car. Do it now. When you can't stand it any more you may beg me and perhaps I'll fuck you someplace, my slut. Perhaps I'll just cum on you again if you don't please me and beg well enough to convince me how badly you want this." I gripped my cock in my fist and squeezed it, which made the head bulge even larger.


If the way he liked to pull me around by my hair was any indication, I was in for a very uncomfortable time this weekend. The bathroom he led me to was huge, as was the shower he pulled me into. Was everything about him big?
It seemed like he took every possible opportunity to call me his slave. His tone was contemptuous when he told me to wash. Then he continued and I couldn't believe he planned to share me with others!
My mind whirled in a gray fog as I thought of being forced to accommodate an endless parade of men that he brought in to mount me and satisfy his perverse enjoyment of my embarrassment and humiliation. Would it worth keeping my husband from finding out what I had willingly done?
"Is that clear, slut?" His question broke into my thoughts. I could only nod.
I looked around the shower enclosure. It was big enough for a few more people, I thought. It contained the usual conveniently placed soaps and shampoos, and a new razor. There was no mirror handy and I knew most men didn't shave in the shower. I wondered for a moment if maybe he was expecting to bring someone home, if perhaps he'd gone looking for an opportunity tonight.
I blushed deeply when he handed me the loofa told me to wash inside and out. He couldn't be serious! It was only a momentary catch in my actions though, as I knew it was inevitable. I made sure to get as much water into it as I could then squirted plenty of body wash on it to work it into a good, slippery lather.
My face was first, as that was where he'd cum on me by the side of the road. His cum had dried and crusted on my cheek and forehead and I scrubbed hard to remove any trace of the humiliating incident at the side of the road. I scrubbed hard to try to erase the memory of the pitying look on Jeremy's face as he looked at me wearing the officer's cum.
The soft but coarse fibers of the loofa grated on my soft skin, especially when it passed over my hard nipples. I scrubbed hard anyway, trying to remove the feel of his fingers tugging and squeezing my nipple in the patrol car. I twisted this way and that, delaying the moment I'd have to rub the scratchy loofa over my pussy.
I blushed all over again as he directed me to squat in front of him. Not even Tom had watched me like this, not ever. I leaned against the side of the shower and slid down the wall until I was squatting in front of him, displaying myself fully to him as he gazed at me attentively.
I was still slow to work my way up my inner thighs, lathering them thoroughly and removing the traces of what had happened earlier. A look down revealed my pussy lips had been pulled apart by my stance, revealing the darker pink flesh between them.
Finally my ass and my pussy were all I hadn't scrubbed as he looked on with such attentiveness, his eyes focused between my legs. I knew what he could see. My pussy lips were full and pouting open and my clit erect, my body disobeying my mind.
My body jerked as the rough sponge scraped against my sensitive, swollen clit. He stared just as hard as I pushed the loofa between my ass cheeks and scrubbed there too. He watched without a word, his hand wrapped around his thick shaft stroking slowly up and down.
I started to stand up, thinking I was finished, but he stopped me with his outstretched hand. I reached out, but instead of helping me up he took the loofa from me with a wicked smile. He pushed it deliberately into my pussy and his eyes rose to meet mine as I reacted with a yelp to the scratchy fibers entering my delicate folds.
"I said inside and out" he reminded me as he pushed and pulled on the hard sponge, fucking me with it. I was furiously red, both from the embarrassment and discomfort of the act and from my arousal, which I didn't understand but couldn't hide. My body betrayed me, my hips rocked back and forth to meet the motion of his hand and I couldn't hold back the small moans and whines that slipped out.
"Yes Master, I remember. I'm sorry Master," I whispered between moans. I could see his cock twitch, no doubt about his reaction to my inability to control my own body. He pulled the loofa from me and I could see my slick, shiny juices on it before he pushed it back and began to scrub my ass.
He worked the loofa around my ass thoroughly, scrubbing roughly and forcing the end of it to stretch my tight ring. It scratched, it hurt, but I still couldn't keep from pushing back against the coarse sponge as he tried to push it into me. Then suddenly he stood and grabbed one of the detachable showerheads and sat back down in front of me again.
I was shaking as I took the wand from him. I understood what he wanted; I just didn't want to do it. I held it close and rinsed my ass as I swished the soap away with my other hand. The spray already having splashed the soap from my pussy lips, I stopped. I looked up at him, silently entreating him to let me be done, but he was insistent.
I moaned when he told me to fuck myself with the nozzle. Tom had never "talked dirty" to me, and all the things I'd imagined Jeremy saying didn't come close to the way my self-appointed master was talking to me now. I didn't really want to do this, not in front of him, but the fact that I had no choice made my slick pussy even wetter. I gingerly eased the slender shower wand into myself but I was so ready to be fucked that it glided right in.
The force of the water flow inside me and the movement of the hard wand in and out soon had me deep into the pleasure of it all. The thought of him watching me was actually exciting me, sending thrills racing through my body as I moved my hips back and forth to increase the force of my thrusts. Then I pretty much forgot he was even there as I quickly escalated to orgasm, my body clenching as I rammed the shower nozzle inside me.
The jetting force of the water only increased the pleasurable sensations and I cried out as I peaked. I moaned loud and long as my muscles continued to spasm around the wand. My body jerked with each spasm of my so thoroughly rinsed pussy.
Suddenly his hand covered mine and he pulled the wand from me none too gently. I thought I'd been afraid before, but I knew true fear as he told me if I ever had an orgasm without his permission again he'd take a belt to my cunt. I barely dared look in his eyes as he asked if I understood him. There was no doubting that he meant what he said sincerely.
He was done with his own shower quickly. It annoyed me to have to dry him before I could dry myself. It gave him more time to ogle me as I moved back and forth, my tits swaying as I bent to dry my legs and then jiggling back into place as I stood up. His eyes were on them the whole time.
His hands were in my hair again as soon as I'd hung up my towel. On my hands and knees as ordered, he dragged me over to the side of the bed. Even though I'd already done the unbelievable in the shower I was still reluctant as I crawled up on the bed to give him his show. I didn't relish the idea of having to beg him to fuck me. I almost preferred his threat of merely cumming on me until I had a second thought. He'd probably make me wear it all weekend to punish me for not begging properly. Besides, to be totally honest when he squeezed his cock and made it bulge, I found myself less than satisfied from my stint with the shower wand and I wanted to know what he would feel like inside me.
I began by lying back on the pillows facing him, my knees wide apart. I cupped my breasts in my hands and stroked my thumbs over my nipples, as taut from my arousal as from the coolness after our shower. I let myself go, getting into the feel of my body and the familiar sensations I could produce with my own hands. I pressed them together, my fingers making indents in my flesh as I squeezed them.
I pinched my nipples, first lightly and then harder. My body arched as I squeezed my breasts with my whole hands again. I let go of my nipples and they swelled even more, their color a very dark pink.
My eyes closed, my head fell back and my lips parted as I let my fingers spiral around my areolas, feeling the skin tighten beneath my touch. I traced ever closer to my nipples and when I reached them, I pinched them flat and rolled them back and forth, a moan finally escaping my lips.
He watched, riveted, as I slid one hand down my stomach to my pussy, alternating the other hand between twisting and tugging on the throbbing flesh that capped the peaks of my breasts. I pushed a finger between still swollen pussy lips to trace the opening that still oozed my juices from my orgasm in the shower. My fingers were slick. They slipped up over my clit and lingered there, rubbing lightly back and forth over the little nub. Each stroke sent a pulse right through me, answering the sensations that coursed downward from my aching nipples.
"Mmm," I moaned as little jolts of pleasure shot through me connecting the nerves from my tightly pinched nipples to my quivering slit. I sunk two of my fingers into my sopping pussy then added a third. I fucked myself with them slowly at first, then faster as I lost myself in lust and need. My hips began to rock up and down with each thrust of my hand, faster and with abandon.
I bent my thumb so that it bumped over my clit as I crammed my fingers into my wet hole. My other hand was still alternating between my tits, pulling each nipple hard and stretching each tit out as I flattened my nipple between finger and thumb. I let them go to bounce a little and quiver as they settled back onto my chest, only to pull and pinch the other one.
My hips jerked as my thumb met my clit and I knew it wouldn't take a lot more to push me over the edge again. It felt so good, my fingers squishing in and out of me, the other ones still fondling each breast. It was a place I'd been to before many times. I'd even gotten four fingers inside me a few times, stretching myself as I sunk them as deep as I could. I always wondered if I would like more than that.
"Master, please fuck me with your hard cock," I begged him. "I'm so hot, so hot and wet and ready for your cock, Master. Please pound your slave's hungry cunt with your thick meat, drive it into me..." I trailed off as he stared at me silently. I looked back at him as he sat stroking his cock up and down, the head of it swelling each time he squeezed up to the top.
I really did want him to fuck me. I wanted to feel that anticipation, that tingle of lust as he pressed against me. I wanted to feel that wide head poised at the entrance of my wet, wanton pussy, ready to spread me wide open as he slid it inside. I needed to know what it felt like as he rammed it inside me, feeling his thickness push aside my inner walls as he slammed against my cervix.
As I watched him slide his hand up and down that thick, veined shaft, I began to fuck myself with my hand even harder and added a fourth finger to the other three, straining to try to force them into me.
"Mmm, oh yes," I moaned as I pushed them as far into myself as I could. "Please Master, fuck me! Take possession of me with your cock. Please Master, my pussy is so hot and so wet. Do you hear my wet cunt as I fuck myself Master?" My thrill at being able to let go of my inhibitions and talk so wickedly wasn't lessened by the fact that I was forced to.
"I want you so much! I need you deep inside my wet hole, pounding into me, owning your slave," I broke off with a gasp as my pussy pulsed around my fingers letting me know I needed to back off or I was going to cum. He still sat there, his hand keeping the same slow, steady rhythm up and down his stiff, thick cock's shaft.
"Please, please fuck me now!" I pleaded with him again. Master, please!"



Chapter Seven:



"You like pain, don't you, slut?" I growled as I rose. I squeezed my cock hard at its base, making it swell even wider and become more menacing looking at it grew and its color deepened. "You liked it and it turned you on as you hurt your tits and nipples, didn't it my little whore? There's a term for you. It's pain slut, and you are one, aren't you? You're a slut aroused by the pain you just caused yourself. Isn't that right?" I asked as I stood beside the bed. I squeezed so tightly that my cock grew darker red in my hand and the veins in my forearm swelled. I looked into her eyes and waited.
Her moan and the increase in speed in her hand gave a much different answer than the shake of her head would have me believe.
My free hand slid up her side so I could wrap it around the base of the tit closest to me and I squeezed. Oh, how tightly I squeezed. My fingers were buried in her flesh, making the part above my hand balloon out and swell. It grew darker just as my cock had.
After she'd answered me and slowed the movement of the hand in her cunt again I used my rock hard cock to slap her swollen tit, especially the nipple that had also swelled. It was now even harder from the pressure than when she'd pinched and pulled on it.
I struck her with my cock over and over with a meaty smack. My precum flew, spattering both her tits as she writhed and moaned for me. Her hand sped up again. She drove her four fingers into her cunt over and over and harder in time with my cock slaps. She begged for release again and again.
"No, slut, not yet." I growled at her. "You will hold it and if you want my cock inside you, beg for me to fuck your ass hole. Beg me to stretch it more than it has ever been stretched. Beg me to fuck your ass as hard and fast as I can. Beg me to stretch your ass hole and hurt it...pain whore."
Her hand stopped momentarily as her lust fogged mind assimilated my commands. She moved more furiously than before and her begging became louder and more heated. Her legs rose and her heels pressed into her ass cheeks. Her hips rolled up baring the tight hole coated by her cunt's juices as she pleaded with me to fuck her, as she explicitly told me what she wanted, exactly where and how she wanted it.
My slave had begged well, so I released her tit and turned her head. I used my cock to slap each cheek twice, my pre cum leaving streaks across her skin. Then I got onto the bed with her and moved up between her legs.
Her hips jerked up and down as she sought to be filled. She craved to have her passion and lust driven higher by that big, hard cock fucking in and out of her until she was allowed the release she was already fighting to hold back.
I rubbed my hand between her legs to wet it and then smeared her slick juices on the head and shaft of my cock. I placed the dark red, plum-sized head of my pulsing cock at her ass hole and pushed. Her body belied her moaned "No" as it moved against me. She pulled her wet fingers from her cunt to reach for my shaft to try to get me in her ass. My slave was pleading louder, practically wailing for me to fill her ass. She whined for me to fuck her, to use her and then let her release. Oh how she begged me to spread her ass open with my cock.
I gripped her bent upper thighs where they met her hips and jerked her toward me as abruptly and hard as I could. My back arched with the effort to add all my muscles of my upper back and arms to the pull and my lower back and hips drove forward to push the head of my cock against her ass hole.
"Relax, slut! Push out!" I shouted as I pulled on her and pushed against her snug hole. The tight ring of muscle slowly gave up its fight and my cock popped into her ass. The muscle stretched and then closed to constrict around my shaft, trapping the head inside her ass.
Her back arched and she lifted her body up on her shoulders. Her hips and ass twitched as I pushed slowly deeper and she screamed and wailed. Was it pain or overwhelming lust? Was it both?
She remained like that for several long minutes as her body vibrated, shivered and convulsed. Her involuntary movements worked my cock deeper inch by inch into her tightest hole. My cockhead tunneled deeper, forcing her squeezing walls wider. She thrashed and squirmed, her ass rotated on the pivot of my cock as it continued to push farther into her.
Her sounds came nonstop between gasps to fill her lungs. My shout of conquest at entering her ass for the first time had become deep moans of great pleasure and arousal as she took me deeper up her ass. I held myself motionless, moaning at the tightness of her ass and growling at the thrill of taking it. My cock slowly vanished.
When the last couple of inches were all that remained outside her ass I jerked her to me, arched my back and drove my hips forward in a sudden hard thrust again. I bellowed and she screamed as my cock was completely buried in her tight ass hole, but it was the sound of unbridled lust and mutual need. Her legs wrapped around me and held me tightly to her with her strong thighs.
I waited briefly as she shuddered, completely impaled on my rampant cock. Then I began making short hunching strokes, withdrawing two or three inches before ramming back into her ass again. I ground hard against her with each stroke. I grunted as I once again pushed into her tightest fuck hole.
"You are an ass fucked slut and my slave. The slaps on your face were the first sign that you're mine. My cock stretching your fuck hole is the second sign." I pulled back until just the bulging head of my cock was still in her ass.
"This!" I yelled as I drove my cock back in her ass hole to the base, "is just the second sign, bitch. There will be more until you have no doubt in your mind that you are mine."
Now I'd given her a full stroke and her scream was equally from the pain and the pleasure, as the movements of her willing ass showed. I pulled back and drove into her ass again and again. My hands left her legs as she hadn't released her hold since she wrapped them around me and I began to lightly slap her tits in time to each stroke of my cock, both on the sides and across her nipples. First one and then the other. Her back arched and she pushed them up to my torturing hands as she screamed and shuddered at the pain... and the pleasure.
"Like that, pain whore?" I yelled at her. Yelps and moans interrupted her answer as she nodded. Her damp hair was sticking to her face as she began to sweat and tossed her head side to side.
"More, slave? More pain as I fuck your slutty ass, as I ream out your tight fuck hole?" I asked as I kept slapping, alternating from tit to tit. "Beg for it my slave. If you want it, beg like the pain whore that you are."
We slammed together for a seemingly endless time, the loud smacks as our bodies met matched by the wet squishing sound of her fingers still fucking her sopping wet cunt, matching the speed of my ramming cock. I thrilled as she begged for more between her grunts and whines for pain, for my cum to fill her burning ass and for her release.
I granted her wish for more. My fingers closed on her nipples and squeezed them both until they were as flat between my fingers as they could be, then I twisted them back and forth. I use them to shake her now red tits cruelly so they looked like Jell-O in skin bags. She screamed until she was hoarse and all she could do was moan and whimper and cry, but she kept slamming her ass onto my cock, twisting and writhing as I ground into her.
I slowly pulled her tits out into cones and drove into her one more and bellowed with all the air I had in my lungs. "Master is cumming! Cum now, my slave! I command you to cum with me now my slut! Cum!" I lifted my hands until the force dragged her nipples from my pinching fingers. Another scream was ripped from her as they were pulled from my tight grip to snap back to her chest. Her release arrived at the same instant.
She bucked and jerked as if attached to a live wire and wailed out her release. She thanked me, she begged me for more and she told me how good it felt, her words intermingled with a constant stream of whines and wails.
I grabbed her upper arms and pulled her up onto my thighs to hold my still hard cock deep in her ass as the last of my cum dribbled into her. I looked past her fluttering eyelashes into her blue eyes and asked her, "What are you? Who owns you? Like what I just gave you? All of it?"
I held her tightly and waited for her reply, her throbbing nipples crushed against my chest. I still panted from the exertion and the deep, all consuming pleasure we'd just shared. What an incredible enjoyment there was in the total domination of my sex slave. I'd never been so aroused, so full of lust and need and now so thoroughly drained. Now I truly knew the BDSM Lifestyle was where I belonged.



His growl that I liked the pain I'd given myself struck a chord deep within me and raised my level or arousal, as did the sight of his constricted cock. He kept asking if I liked it, if it excited me to cause myself pain. I denied the truth as he told me there was a term for someone like me. I'd never heard the words put together before, "pain slut", but I knew he was right even though I denied it. I shook my head, denying it could be true, and moaned, fucking myself with my fingers even harder. All the while my eyes were riveted on his darkened, swollen cock.
It was another new experience as he wrapped his free hand around my breast. I cried out as his hand closed tighter and his fingers dug into my flesh. I watched as my skin began to grow darker and slowed my frenzied movements.
"Yes Master, I am a pain slut," I moaned as he gripped me tighter. Another wave of lust rolled through me as he slapped his meaty cock against my bulging tit, smacking my taut, throbbing nipple again and again. I could feel the cool spots as his pre cum spattered on me.
I fucked myself harder. The pain of his hand clenched around me made my head swim and his cock smacking against my engorged nipple shot straight through me as I jammed my fingers into myself. I wanted to hold back, but I was getting so close to slipping over the edge. I took his previous warning in the shower seriously. I didn't know exactly how painful it would be to have my pussy punished with his belt but it was more than I wanted to contemplate.
I begged him to let me climax. I writhed under his hand and mine as I pleaded with him to allow me my release. His cock slapped across my tit faster and harder as I fucked myself with no restraint, my fingers wetly squelching in and out of my fevered cunt.
"Please Master, fuck my hot cunt and let me cum around your big cock. Please let me cum! Fuck me in the river of my juices, Master." I was humping my hips up to meet my hands with every slap of his cock on my taut nipple. Still I begged him to fuck me, to take me and let me release.
"Master I'm so close!" I cried out. "Please Master, fuck your pain slut! Oh my god, stop! No, please fuck me now!" I howled my pain and keened my pleasure and reveled in the sweet contradiction of both at the same time.
"No, slut, not yet," he finally answered. If I wanted him to fuck me it would be my ass, not my pussy. A chill of fear rolled through me as he told me not only to beg him to stretch it and fuck it hard and fast but to beg him to hurt me, plead for the pain his big cock would give me as it stretched my tight ass. A thrill followed it as he called me his pain whore and I liked at that moment how slutty I felt when he did.
My experiences with anal sex had been limited to a few very short, gentle episodes with my husband. Tom never lasted more than a few hesitant strokes in my ass, and even that much had hurt. I had never cared to take it any further than that.
I knew I was in no way prepared to have my Master's monster cock inside my tightest orifice, but I wanted it anyway. I wanted it so badly, just the way he had described. I needed his thick cock in my ass; to fuck it hard and fast and drive the pain deep inside so it boiled up in my cunt and made me explode. If that's what it took to get it then I would beg and I'd do it so well he would need it to.
"Yes," I moaned as I brought my feet up to my ass, my legs spread wide and my wet fingers still plunging in and out of my sopping cunt. I was ready to be as slutty as he wanted to get what I needed. "Yes Master, please fuck my ass!" I groaned with need and pressed my heels tight against my ass and pushed my hips up. I thrust my ass in the air at him, my juices seeping over the tightly closed hole and dripping onto the bed.
"Please fuck my tight ass, Master," I continued to beg him. "I want to feel your cock inside me. I want you to fill my ass like it's never been taken before. I need to feel your huge cock in my ass. I want to feel the pain as you slam into me. Fuck me Master! Fuck my ass hard and deep! Take your bitch with your cock in her ass."
He slapped his engorged cock across my face a couple of times before he climbed up on the bed. It was meant to add to my humiliation I was sure, but it only aroused me more. I could feel him press the bulging head of his cock to my ass as my hips rose and fell in front of him. He wet his cock with my juices and pushed steadily against me.
I pulled my wet fingers from my pulsing cunt and pulled on his cock trying to hurry him. I begged him again to take me, to fill my ass with his meat, to pound me until his cock could take no more. I pleaded with him to stretch me, hurt me; to let his cock feed my pain as well as my pleasure.
I was amazed that I could act so wanton. I had been a little surprised at how I'd been able to let myself go with Jeremy, but this was far beyond that. Before tonight I'd never begged anyone for anything and now I was pleading with him to fuck my ass as though my life depended on it.
A thrill went through me as he grabbed my hips and his fingers dug into my upper thighs. If I hadn't been helplessly aroused when he wrenched me to him with a grunt, his whole body trying to force his cock into my tightly clenched ass, I would have pulled away at his attempted intrusion. I really would have done anything for him at that moment to get him to complete his promise.
He shouted at me as he continued to push against my unyielding hole. I tried to do as he demanded but I was afraid to let him in. Then suddenly my fearfully clenched muscles gave way and the bulbous head of his throbbing cock popped inside me.
How I screamed! It felt like a fire burst in my ass as he finally forced his way past my resistance. I felt my ass slowly close around him as he held me there. It hurt so much I thought for sure that I couldn't bear it!
He roared in triumph as he felt my ass squeezing his cock for the first time. He held my shuddering body still for a moment around the broad head of his cock as I reacted to his entry.
I screamed again as he began inching into me. My back arched off the bed and his thick cock slowly impaled me. My wails filled the bedroom. The pain was impossible to hold in, but still I couldn't pull myself away from him. The same pain that made my body quiver in agony also made it shiver with pleasure.
Inch by terrible inch he filled me and gave me the pain he'd promised and I'd begged for. My body flailed against him as he penetrated still deeper, spreading my tight anal passage to make way for his plundering cock. Like a rampaging beast he stabbed further into me. My screams and wails turned to whimpers as he grunted and wedged his massive meat further into my ass.
His deep throated groans and growls revealed his delight at forcing his way into my nearly virgin ass, it had been fucked so few times and so long ago, his pleasure in giving me pain. He held very still and let the movement of my arched, writhing body force his cock further in. My noise was constant, from whimpers at the way his prodigious prick burned and stretched its way into my ass to moans of pleasure at having my ass so unbelievably, painfully full.
His tighter grip on my hips and fast, hard pull toward him was sudden and unexpected. His fingertips dug into my skin and his hips moved forward in a mighty thrust. His roar of satisfaction matched my scream as he buried his massive prick the rest of the way in my burning ass. My scream was from the flaming agony as he stretched me even deeper with the widest part of his cock and my ensuing moans were the only voice I could give to my incredible, unbelievable desire for more.



Chapter Eight:


I wrapped my legs around my Master's back and held myself thoroughly impaled on his mammoth weapon of pain and pleasure. He held himself inside me like that for a long moment before he started to work his cock back and forth inside me. As he humped against my ass cheeks and slammed back into my tight hole over and over I alternated begging him for mercy and asking him to show me none. His name-calling only made me hotter. That I was an ass-fucked slut and his slave was only a statement of fact.
His grunts as he ground his cock hard and deep in me excited me even more. I thrilled to his sounds of pleasure. I had always wished for more in the aural department of our sex life but Tom's big signal that he was cumming was a quiet "whew".
I didn't think he would need to remind me or reinforce his absolute possession of me in any other way except to continue to tell me what to do. He already had the one thing that would keep me. I wondered what other "signs" of ownership could there be besides slapping and fucking me. What else could there be beyond my agreement to do everything he asked?
I screamed again as he rammed his full length into me after almost pulling completely out. It hurt but I wrapped my legs around him to keep his cock grinding into my narrow tunnel. It hurt so much yet felt so unbelievably good. This was hot, sweaty, kinky sex at its finest as far as I could see.
My cries and his moans blended into a symphony of pain and pleasure and matching lust as he pulled back from me again and began an onslaught of full strokes in and most of the way back out of my pulsing ass. It was another unexpected turn when he began to rain stinging blows on my nipples. First one side and then the other in time to his cock's slide and slam into me. I arched my breasts high, aching for the ecstasy of the pain he was inflicting.
I knew there was no hiding my reactions when he asked me if I liked what he was doing. I gasped and moaned my conflicting feelings as his frenzied thrusting into my ass made it nearly impossible to answer.
His words were taunting as he asked me again if I liked it, still pounding his solid prick into my darkest depths. He went on slapping across my tits and asking me if I wanted more pain while he fucked my slutty ass, while he stretched and reamed my fuck hole. I groaned as he spoke, his words inciting me as much as the sensations rolling through my body.
The closest Tom had ever gotten to talking dirty to me was to touch my breast or my pussy and tell me it was time for bed, with "that" look on his face. He had let me know a long time ago he considered anything remotely risqué from me unladylike and unappealing. My new master had told me to beg him for more. If I wanted more of the fiery, mind-shattering, body-reeling pain he was giving me I was to beg him like the pain whore that I was, and I did.
With a loud moan I answered him. "Yes, Master, please don't stop! I want more!" My moans rose in pitch as he kept ramming his cock in to its wide base again and again. I shoved my fingers back into my dripping pussy and jammed them in with each thrust of his wide, throbbing prick. I begged him for more, for everything.
"Please Master, keep fucking me. Keep stabbing at my ass with your cock! Hurt me, slap my tits and make me scream with pain and delight. Grant me release, Master, my cunt wants to explode! Fuck me Master, fuck me hard until your cock can take no more, until you flood my ass with your hot cum. Fuck my ass hard until I can't take any more! Yes, oh yes please give me more!" I began to babble and whimper as he granted my requests.
He pinched me, hard! Oh god he pinched so hard, red-hot jolts went straight from my nipples to my throbbing clit. He turned them this way and that, held them stretched out and shook them hard. I screamed at the new sensations of pain as he flattened my nipples between his fingers and squeezed. I keened my distress, my senses heightened, jangling between agony and ecstasy. Finally I couldn't scream any more, my whimpers punctuated by an occasional cry as I humped and writhed up onto his cock with everything I still had.
It hurt even more when he pulled my tender breasts up with tightly gripped nipples and stretched them out as far as they would go. I still arched up for him to take more though and he drove into me with all the force he could muster. As ready as I was to cum it was still a surprise when he shouted at me.
"Master is cumming! Cum now, slave! Cum with me now!" His words and his cock plunging into my ass were enough to send me over the edge. He pulled on my nipples even harder, eliciting a hoarse scream from me as they pulled from his fingers and dropped back to my chest. My body went into convulsions of orgasmic delight.
My body thrashed and flailed. Moans and words and wails all came out at once, mixed and jumbled together as I tried to express what I felt.
"Oh fuck! Your cock is so hard! So tight in my ass Master!" I clamored as he pushed against me with his stiff, pulsating cock. "Oh yes Master, I'm cumming so hard! So good," I wailed as his balls pumped streams of cum into my ass and my muscles clenched so very hard around him. "Don't stop! Oh please don't let go Master!" I moaned and shuddered as waves of pleasure still rolled through me.
With another sudden move he pulled me up onto his thighs by my arms. The quick motion made the last of his cum ooze into my ass with a twitch of his still hard cock. My breath came in ragged gasps and he looked into my eyes as they still nearly rolled in my head.
"What are you? Who owns you? Like what I just gave you? All of it?" His own breath was uneven as he held me against his chest and his questions were both assuming and hopeful. I reviewed all that had taken place that evening in my mind. I wasn't so amazed that I'd behaved so wantonly, I had already been so with Jeremy. But my little tryst with Jeremy had been nothing compared to what I'd just been through and would experience over the weekend.
"Your slave, Master, I am your wanton, pain loving sex slave," I answered him in complete honesty. "You own this slut, you and you alone, Master. I did like it. I liked the way your cock ripped into my tight, slutty ass and hurt me. I liked the way you slapped my tits while you fucked me and I liked the way you made me scream and shudder and beg. I needed release so badly but I wanted everything to go on and on." It wasn't clear to me until I said the words just how much I meant them. "I want to be your slave, Master."
I did mean it all. I wanted more of this lifestyle that Jeremy had introduced me to, but that this man had forced me so deeply into. I would do anything he asked for more of this pleasure/pain world. I wanted him to show me more of this wild, ecstasy filled BDSM Lifestyle, as his slave, his pain slut.









Chapter Nine:

"You ARE my sex slave. Never forget that, slut. I own you. I will call you and you will come crawling to me like a slut, a pain whore, a slave begging me to take you and use you in any way I can think of. You will do anything, anything I tell you, my fucking slave.
"If you ever say no to me I will give you such pain that you'll beg to die rather than feel any more and I'll give the tape to your husband. You can never say no, my slave," I told her, "never".
Her ass still squeezed and milked my cock as it began to soften. I lifted her and yanked my semi hard cock from her ass and she wailed. I wondered if it was from the sudden pain or from the now empty feeling in her ass. I threw her onto the bed.
"Scoop up my cum as it leaks from your ass, slut," I told her. I went to the bathroom to wash the residue from her ass off my cock.
I stepped back as I washed and watched as she did what she was told. Her hands alternated from her ass to her mouth, her fingers moving my semen as it oozed from her stretched and still open hole to her mouth. Her expression was a mixed look of revulsion at where it was coming from and pleasure at tasting her master's cum in the afterglow of her shattering release.
She was indeed now my slave, my painslut. Her unhesitating response to me as I ordered her to eat the cum I'd just filled her asshole with clearly showed she was mine.
"Come here, slave," I called her. She walked slowly and carefully to the bathroom. Each step no doubt reminded her of what she'd just begged me for and received.
"Hold my cock while I pee, slave, then suck it dry, lick it clean and dry it on your tits." I instructed.
She answered with a little stutter as she carefully took my cock in her small hand and pointed it hesitantly at the commode. I corrected her errant aim. "Aim carefully, slut. You'll be licking up any that misses. The floor was clean on your arrival and will be when the weekend is over if you have to lick it all night."
Again she stammered her answer and then fully concentrated on her unaccustomed task to avoid the consequences of missing. My urine moved up and out the end of my cock as she tried to hold it steady. I watched it hit the inside of the bowl as she carefully adjusted as needed to ensure none of it escaped the bowl.
When my stream had become an occasional drip she pinched her fingers together and moved her hand forward to squeeze out as much as she could before the next part of her task.
She then bent over and lifted my head to her lips and sucked hard, drawing the last few salty drops into her mouth. She didn't withdraw, though, and swallowed before she licked the length of my now soft cock. She glanced up at me before she moved closer to rub my saliva-coated cock on her tits. She gasped, then sighed as it rubbed across her sore nipples.
"Well done, slave. In time you'll be very accustomed to it for you'll have my pee as a hot drink now and then. Now come with me, slave," I said as I turned and left the bathroom.
I caught her shudder out of the corner of my eye as she heard that she'd have to drink my urine on command and saw her head bow as she followed me. Was it from despair at what was in store for her or revulsion at what she'd become? Or was it her own innate submissiveness that she hadn't been aware of before tonight? Maybe it was a combination of all three, but she was becoming a good slave and I was going to enjoy indulging all of my fantasies with her, even the ones I hadn't thought of yet.
I walked downstairs to the kitchen without another word to her. She followed quietly, wincing with each step down the stairs. I flipped the light switch on and gave her new instructions.
"Make me a sandwich, slave, you'll find everything you need here. Make sure to put some chips on the plate and while I'm waiting, bring me a beer. Get busy," I told her as I turned away and went back to the living room.
"Ham and cheese with mustard," I called as I walked away.
"Yes Master," she answered sweetly. "As you wish, Master."



His reminder that I was his sex slave and his warning for me to never forget it was unnecessary, but his words did pique my arousal again. He'd already made it clear that I'd better come whenever he called me. To have him tell me that he expected me to crawl to him and beg him to use me how he wished pushed buttons in me I hadn't known existed and when I finally calmed down might wish I had never discovered.
My body was still quivering from the awesome climax he'd driven me to experience. He didn't need to threaten me, he'd shown me something incredible and I wanted more. I knew that it would be a problem sooner or later when I had to come to him any time he called me, but I'd liked what I was experiencing. The more he demeaned me and hurt me, the hotter and wetter it made me.
I felt his arms tense around me but I was still unprepared as he lifted me off him. After having held still for those few minutes it hurt like hell when his cock was abruptly ripped from my tender ass. I almost screamed but cut it off in a strangled wail as the sensation nearly gave me another orgasm. Then I just felt empty, my ass stretched open and sloppy with the cum leaking out of it on to my thighs.
My breath caught in surprise as he tossed me to the bed, just as if he'd used me up and finished with me. He got up and sauntered into the bathroom as he tossed instructions nonchalantly over his shoulder at me.
I was aghast, but as he had explained I could refuse him nothing. I tried to hide my revulsion as I reached down and slid a bit of cum onto my fingers, cum that he'd just pumped into my still spread open ass. I put my fingers to my mouth and sucked it off them as he had ordered.
I shuddered. That cum had been in my ass, now as it was oozing from me onto the bed I was slurping it off my fingers like it was honey. My stomach lurched as I looked up to see him watching me from the bathroom doorway, a look of triumph and satisfaction on his face. The things I'd desired only a couple of minutes ago now jarred me like a sudden, unexpected step down.
He caught me looking at him and ordered me to come to him. I rose gingerly from the bed and walked slowly to the bathroom. My aching ass let me know with each step what he had forced me to become. It was what I'd desired to be until a few minutes ago, his pain slut and obedient sex slave.
I didn't think it too awful when he told me to hold his cock while he peed, just a little weird that he would want me to. Then he delivered the rest of his instructions, which were for me to suck his cock dry when he finished and then lick it clean. Was there any end to his imagination when it came to humiliating me? I truly hoped there was.
"Y-yes Master," I answered and took his cock in my hand. It felt strange to be standing there holding it this way, trying to direct his stream into the middle of the toilet bowl. I heeded his warning and focused carefully to make sure it all went into the water, as I had no desire to clean any of it up with my tongue.
I also didn't want to suck any urine from his cock. It sounded disgusting to me and I couldn't believe he would expect it from me. Then when I thought about it, I realized it was exactly the kind of thing I could expect from him. He was sadistic through and through and determined to debase me until my own will disappeared.
Even though it sickened me to think about, I leaned over as he'd ordered and lifted his cock to my lips. A shudder of revulsion ran through my body, as I tasted his last few drops of urine on my tongue. As disgusted as I was, I still followed his orders though, and licked his entire cock until I'd covered each and every bit of his softened shaft with my tongue. Now I'd tasted his piss, his cum and my all at one time. It was humiliating beyond belief, disgusting and almost stomach turning, but in it's own way arousing to me for some perverse reason.
I glanced up for his nod that I'd cleaned him sufficiently then leaned further over so I could wipe his cock across my breasts. The friction of his skin on my sore nipples made me gasp and then sigh. I thought again that my servitude would not be easy, whether forced or freely offered.
It made me smile when he told me I'd done well but that was quickly covered by a frown. My stomach turned as he told me I'd be drinking his urine occasionally. He tossed that out casually as he left the bathroom and instructed me to follow. There were some things I just would not do, regardless of the threat he held over me. I only hoped I'd have the courage to stand up to him when the time came.
I looked down at the floor thoughtfully as I followed him. Each revelation from him was making me realize I was in for a lot more than a bit of pain during sex. His demands would be all inclusive, invading any and every area of my psyche as his desires to completely dominate me mentally and physically expanded.
Every step down the stairs made me grimace. It was a vivid reminder of how his cock had stretched my ass open so painfully wide such a short time ago. I didn't think, though. Every time I thought of how hard he'd made me cum my pussy got just a little wetter.
Now his instructions moved outside of the sexual arena. I didn't know how making a sandwich and fetching him a beer translated into arousal, but I didn't feel I had a choice either, especially as he'd left the room as soon as he'd given his sandwich order. He should have just specified slave, I thought with a giggle. I might have taken the exposure!
I heard him turn on the news while I was searching for the things I needed to complete my tasks and thought how very normal that seemed. He hardly acknowledged me as I took him the beer he'd requested, which also almost seemed typical of the species. I had to grin at that, then hurried back to the kitchen to finish making his sandwich.
Each step to fulfill my tasks was another reminder of how I'd begged him for the pain he'd been so ready to give me, of how he'd granted my wishes and fucked my ass until I could barely walk. It unsettled me to know that I was in for a whole weekend of all of this, but it disturbed me more to think of how I'd responded to him. I resolved that I wouldn't betray myself next time and he had made it very clear there would be a next time.
I carried his sandwich plate to the living room with another bottle of beer. I stood next to his chair and waited for him to say something. He didn't even look up, just told me to kneel with my legs spread as wide as I could get them, then spread them even wider. I thought it was a ridiculous demand because it was quite impossible, but I didn't argue.
He praised me for bringing the second beer and told me to hold his plate while he ate but said nothing about my hunger. Dinner had been quite a while ago and quite a bit had happened since then. He expected a lot! I was starting to feel a little stressed by all his demands, but I knelt and spread my legs as I winced at the pain in my leg muscles and my tender, freshly plundered ass.
I held his plate as he took half a sandwich and then turned back to the television and ignored me. I might as well have been a table. I figured that while he was ignoring me it was a good opportunity to have a good look around the living room. I didn't know if it was comforting or creepy that his taste was actually similar to Tom's and mine.
Tom... right now he would be sleeping, his body sprawled across the bed, one arm up and one arm down. He would be snoring lightly, more of a purr really, and maybe fidgeting a little as he dreamed. I was thankful he couldn't see me now, kneeling at the feet of the man I now called Master, my legs spread wide, pussy open for his viewing pleasure should he choose to look.


I heard her rattling around in the kitchen as I turned on the television to watch the news. She brought my beer and went right back to the kitchen to finish my sandwich. I could tell by the way she walked that every step must be reminding her of the extreme pain and tremendous pleasure I'd given her by fucking her tight ass. She'd responded better than I'd ever imagined, considering the circumstances.
She stood waiting for me to notice her, beer and sandwich plate in hand. Without a glance I instructed her. "Kneel slave. Knees as far apart as you can make them spread and then a little more. Hold the plate as I eat, and good thinking for bringing the beer, slut."
I took half the sandwich and turned back to the huge flat screen LCD television built into the wall to watch the news as I ate it. The wall was filled with a variety of stereo and video equipment, more than might seem necessary. Each item had its purpose though, some obvious and some not. She would know about them all in time.
When I finished with my sandwich I rose and handed her the empty bottle. I carried the partial beer and told her to put the things in the kitchen and follow me. She scurried off as quickly as her soreness would allow and then returned to walk behind me as I went down a hallway. I took the key hanging high on the wall next to the door and unlocked it. A flick of the light switch revealed a stairway, which I quickly led her down despite her muffled groans.
We came out in the middle of a well lit, very well equipped woodwork shop with a door at either end. I went to a pegboard and picked up a large tape measure, then found a pad and pencil on a table.
"Come with me, slave," I said as I headed toward the door at one end of the workshop. "You'll help me design and make the areas you will feel the pain you've learned to want and will learn to crave as much as you already do my cock... don't you slut?" I didn't wait for her answer, as it wouldn't matter if she denied it. Her very sincere begging earlier was truth enough for me.
I opened the door and tripped the light switch to reveal a very large room. All it held was a few boxes. She dutifully followed me into the room.
"This was just an extra storage room, but now I think it will become a playroom. What do you think, slave?"
"Playroom Master?" she asked.
"Playroom, dungeon, torture chamber, slave quarters all rolled into one I think. Since this room is under the hill, so totally soundproof, I think just soundproofing the door and adding some equipment will make it a very nice dungeon for you. What do you think, my slave?" I watched her shudder as she contemplated all the possibilities and her soft reply made me chuckle.
"Write these down, slave." I handed my slave the pad and pencil and told her to hold the end of the tape as I measured the walls. The room was huge, almost thirty-four by forty feet with ten-foot ceilings. It would be a terrific playroom for me, an excruciatingly pleasurable, torturous dungeon for my slave.
"Tomorrow you'll move the boxes out and I'll begin building things for us to use and experience together," I informed her.
She replied softly and handed me the pad and pencil. I relocked the door to the stairs and she followed me back to the living room where I sat down in my recliner.
"Come here, slut. Kneel between my legs and use your tits and hair on me until I'm rock hard again. I think I'll fuck you once more before bed."
As she moved to obey I turned the page on the pad and began to sketch and mark areas inside a rectangle. My time spent online reading and researching wasn't forgotten nor in vain. I listed all the things I wanted to include. An ob/gyn table, rack/bondage table, St. Andrew's cross, tall cell, small cage and bondage chain pillars were some of the things I listed, as well as a whipping post, equipment/toy closet, overhead chains, floor rings, bondage chair, and bondage rings, web and triangle. Each had its corresponding number entered in the space I thought it would fit best.
I flipped the top page back over what I'd just written, set the pad down and just watched my slave as she aroused me. She massaged my cock and my balls with her tits and rubbed her nipples across my skin. She tickled my balls and my ass with her long, silky hair. Her nipples were hard again and I noted that her tongue kept peeking out to wet her lips as she obeyed me.
"Like how that feels on your tits and your sore nipples? Does it turn you on knowing that you have to act like such a slutty little whore for me, slave?" I asked anticipating her reaction and enjoying the flush that covered her body.
Her head slowly tipped up so she was looking at my face instead of at my slowly hardening cock. Her answer was soft and her nod so slight that had I not watched her carefully I might have missed it. She never stopped stimulating me with her lovely tits and soft hair.
"Well get up, slut," I directed. "Back to the bedroom. You've gotten me semi hard, let's see if your talented cock sucking mouth can finish the job. If you do well enough and if you beg me as well as you did last time then perhaps this time it'll be your slutty cunt that I fuck. Up slave, let's go."
She rose and preceded me to the stairs. She began to ascend them slowly, almost seeming reluctant. My arm swung when she was two steps ahead of me and her ass was about level with my chest. Smack! I spanked her ass cheek with my open hand and watched as my splayed fingers indented her smooth skin for that quick moment of impact. She gasped and quickly looked back at me, then asked if she did something wrong.
"No, slave, I just like spanking your ass and watching it jiggle as you walk with my hand print on it," I replied with a smile.
Every step she took brought another smack. She reacted nicely to each and every one. When she reached the top of the stairs I quickly stepped up beside her. I gave her one final smack to the underside of one ass check that was hard enough to lift her to her toes. She yelped, then another sound escaped her that I wasn't sure she was even aware of, almost a little hum.
I dipped my hand between her legs and pressed my fingers to her well-lubricated cunt. I chuckled and said, "My slave's cunt is wet. I bet you liked what you were doing to me downstairs and having your fuckable ass swatted. Which did you like most, the tit play or the swats, slave?"
She blushed furiously, but still told me her preference. I made a quick mental note of it then we were at the bedroom.
"Now, slave, come and suck your master's cock until it's as hard as you can make it. As you're sucking, I want to watch you play with your clit and your wet little cunt. I'll take care of your tits. I hope you like them hurt, painslut."



Chapter Ten:


I put things away when he finished his sandwich, then followed him down the hall, if a bit slowly because of my soreness. I wondered why he would keep the door at the end locked when he was the only one here and obviously the entrance to the place was secure enough. It led to a flight of stairs and I wondered what new agony or delight lay at the bottom.
When he picked up a tape measure and something to take notes in the workshop we passed through I was somewhat relieved. Measuring and writing were fairly ordinary activities. Then he explained that I'd be helping him design and make the tools to give me the pain he knew I craved just like I did his cock. By the time he asked me to confirm that he was right he'd already walked on, so I hurried to catch up with him but didn't answer. There was no need anyway. We both knew the answer.
The next room was huge, but empty except for a few boxes. He told me the purpose for the room and a shiver rolled up my spine at the thought of being imprisoned in the room, then again as the words "torture chamber" hit home. I didn't doubt he would lock me in there if it suited his purpose and that frightened me more than anything else did. No one would ever hear me if something happened and he didn't come back and let me out.
When he asked what I thought I wasn't sure what to say. I ducked my head and softly murmured the truth, that I didn't think I would like it at all. I was glad to hear him chuckle at my response, as I'd been afraid of earning a smack for it, or maybe some worse punishment like an indeterminate time locked in the empty room.
The room's dimensions were unusually large. It must have taken up most of the space under the hill behind the cabin. When he finished measuring he told me I could move the boxes out tomorrow and he would start building things. I knew the unspoken word there was pain; he couldn't wait to find more ways to cause me pain.
"Yes Master," I acquiesced quietly with my eyes cast downward. I understood why a slave's eyes had to be cast down though. It was to hide her true thoughts at being told what she had to do all the time. I knew that had to be why.
I gave him the pad when he was finished and we headed back upstairs with me following as quickly as my tender, bruised ass would let me. He locked the door at the top of the stairs and hung the key back on the wall beside it as before. I wasn't sure what sense that made, but I wasn't sure about much at the moment. The idea of that room being my "quarters" while he had me there made me nervous.
When we returned to the living room and he sat in his recliner I thought I might be in for a little break but I was mistaken. He ordered me onto my knees between his legs and to use my hair and my breasts to arouse him before bed. Another jolt for me, I hadn't even thought as far ahead as sleeping here and waking up with him in the morning. I couldn't help but let out a little giggle as I knelt there in front of him. I sure hoped he was a morning person!
I tried not to think about what he was drawing on the pad as I knelt and leaned in close to him, my hair hanging over his cock. I slowly swung my head back and forth, tickling him with my hair. Then I bent even closer and wrapped my hair around his cock and slid my hair back and forth on his stiffening shaft.
After I'd spent a couple minutes on that I raised my head and lowered my breasts to his cock. I nestled it between them and let my hair tickle his swelling head as I reached forward to press my breasts together. I could feel my hair sliding down over my breasts and my nipples tingled and tightened once more.
He kept drawing on the pad while I let my hair hang around his cock. I squeezed his shaft between my full breasts and began to move up and down a little. My hair slid around his cock in my cleavage and tickled at his balls.
My nipples were getting very hard and my pussy was warm and wet again. The feel of his cock swelling between my breasts was very tantalizing, but other than his growing erection it seemed he wasn't even aware of me. Just when I thought he was going to ignore me all night he put the pad down and watched me while I continued to massage his cock with my tits.
I couldn't explain the tingle in my midsection every time he called me his slave. I didn't want to answer him when he asked if I liked what I was doing. I was excited, despite my reluctance, to be made to act the slut. My pussy was dripping from the feel of his cock between my breasts. I could feel its girth growing and my pussy was starting to ache from want.
I kept massaging his cock with my tits as I looked up, my hair slowly pulling up between them to caress up his shaft and then tickle over its head as I lifted my face to him. I met his eyes and slowly nodded my head. "Yes Master, I do," I admitted softly.
I was both relieved and apprehensive when he told me to get up and follow him upstairs. I wasn't looking forward to finishing the job with my mouth. I didn't want to beg him, either, but I had the feeling that once things escalated I would plead just hard as I had earlier. I'd surprised myself not only at how uninhibited I'd behaved but at how wonderfully wanton I felt as well. Yes, I was sure I'd do everything he wanted.
I started up the stairs slowly but after a couple of steps I was startled by the sudden smack of his hand against my ass. I yelped in surprise, then quickly turned and asked if I'd done something to displease him. I should have expected his reply that he just liked to spank my ass and see his handprints on it as it jiggled. They were another reinforcement of his ownership, I supposed.
Every step I took brought another smack and a gasp. He quickly caught up with me at the top but I wasn't expecting the hard slap on the bottom of my ass cheek hard enough to raise me to my toes. I yelped, then sighed as the warmth spread forward to arouse me.
It was another surprise as his hand slid between my legs and he groped my pussy. I found his attitude arrogant and irritating, even more so as he asked me again if I'd liked what I was doing downstairs and how he had swatted my ass. I wasn't ready for him to ask which I liked better.
I couldn't help but blush as I answered him. "Having my ass spanked," Master. I had liked having his cock between my tits as I played with it, but each one of his smacks to my ass had left a warm imprint that seemed to transfer its heat straight to my now dripping pussy.
I didn't like being told to suck his cock as he sat back expectantly, but we both knew I would anyway, and do it well. I didn't want to work on arousing myself either, to rub my fingers over my clit as he thrust his cock into my throat, but I would obey him in that too. My shiver was not from touching the little hard nub that rose above my wet, pink slit, but from knowing what I was about to experience at his hands as he told me he hoped I'd like having my breasts hurt.
I knelt between his legs and my mouth lowered onto the broad head of his cock. I wrapped the fingers of my left hand around the base of his cock and slid my right hand between my legs. If he was going to make me play with myself I might as well enjoy it, I thought as I ran my tongue all around his glans.
As my tongue danced over and around the head of his cock he reached down and grabbed my nipples between his fingers, squeezing them hard and then letting go. I felt a pulse shoot to and jolt through my pussy as he pinched them, making my inner muscles clench. He pinched them harder each time until I shook and cried out, then he leaned back on his hands as I began to work his cock further into my mouth.
I opened my mouth wide and sucked him right into it. My lips closed over his shaft as I pushed them down over him. I shoved two fingers halfway into my pussy at the same time and enjoyed the shudder that went through me.
As I pulled my mouth up and down a little more each time I slid my hand back and forth between my clit and my wet pussy each time I lowered my mouth on him. I rocked back and forth and my head bobbed up and down over his cock with the same rhythm as I stroked myself.
I moaned around his cock as his own hips rose toward my face and he tried to shove his cock down my throat. He stayed leaning back on his hands, though, for which I was thankful. My mind flashed over the scene by the side of the road earlier that night.
"That's good, my little cock sucking slut," he'd groaned. His hands had been on either side of my head then and he had pulled me down hard on his cock, making me gag. I remembered how I'd tried to pull away but he'd held my head and thrust deeply into the back of my mouth. I could almost still feel the gravel digging into my knees as he held me there. I jammed my fingers deeper into my cunt and fucked them in and out rapidly as I thought of how he'd called me his fuck slave then and battered the back of my throat, his fingers pressed into my scalp.
He groaned as my lips slid up and back down his shaft until they met the hand that was wrapped around the base of his cock. I began to slide my hand up and back down, my lips following my hand to the bottom. I could feel his cock swelling more as I massaged his cock with my mouth and hand.
I slowed my movements and changed to shorter strokes, then kept my mouth just over the wide, velvety head of his cock and ran my tongue along the underside of his glans. Still pumping his shaft with my hand, I slid my mouth back down over him as far as I could. The end of his cock bumped against the back of my throat before I quickly rose again.
I pulled my dripping fingers from my cunt and rubbed them back and forth over my clit a few times before I pushed them back into my pulsating wetness. I already wanted him to fuck me so badly, wanted him to fuck the pussy that had wanted his cock since he'd gotten me into his patrol car.
I hadn't admitted it to myself until now but I'd felt my pussy throbbing and wanting to know what it would be like to be used by him even then. It wasn't only his hand absently twisting and pulling on my nipple as he drove, but also from the danger and thrill and embarrassment and his total mastery of the situation he'd found Jeremy and I in.
My mouth kept bobbing up and down over his cock. I varied the suction with my up and down motions and used my tongue to make zigzag strokes on the underside of his thick shaft on the way up. I felt his hand on my head but he just rested it there and didn't push.
He pushed his hips up quickly as I slid my mouth down over him and rammed the wide head of his cock back into my throat. I gagged and my eyes watered and I pulled back. He lifted my head with my hair until my eyes met his.
"Like sucking my cock, slave?" He asked. I blushed as he looked into my eyes and he knew the truth as quickly as I did.
"Yes Master," I answered quickly as his hand was already pushing my face back down over his cock. I did like it. I liked the way my mouth had to open wide to take him in and the way his thick shaft felt between my lips. Even more though, I liked the way I felt absolutely powerless on my knees with his hand on my head and his cock in my mouth.
My fingers rubbed up over my clit once more and my body shuddered between his legs with a need that was fast overwhelming my body. I moaned on his cock as I rose up to barely hold the tip of it between my lips and then he pushed me back down until I could take no more of him in. He held me there for a long couple of seconds before pulling me back up by my hair again.
"Do you want something, slut?" he asked, knowing very well that I did.
"Yes please, Master," I moaned my answer. "I want your cock please, Master."
"You have it already, whore. Isn't it enough for you to please your master with his cock in your mouth?" He taunted me. He filled my mouth with cock again before I could answer. He pulled my hair as he wrapped a hand in it and pushed my head back down to fuck my mouth, my stretched throat.
There was no right answer! If I said it was enough he might not fuck me after all, but if I said it wasn't enough he might punish me for that too. He pulled me up again and looked expectantly at me. I searched quickly for an appropriate response.
"I want to please you, Master! You've taken your pleasure with my mouth and you've used my ass to your for your pleasure as well. Won't you own me completely by using my cunt, so wet and hot and ready for my master's cock?" I smiled tentatively up at him as I finished speaking, hoping he would like what I'd said. I was very wet, my juices wetting my thighs and my ass as I continued to move my fingers over my clit and then back down my slit to my wet hole again and again.
"I told you I'd use all of your fuck holes, slave, and that I will, but when I choose," he said as he pushed my mouth down over him again. He used my hair to move my head rapidly up and down his swollen shaft. "If you beg me well enough I may decide to use your cunt tonight. Beg me, slave, and I might satisfy your cunt's craving for cock. Beg your master now." He yanked me up from his cock again, hard enough to make me cry out as he held my hair tightly.
"Please fuck me, Master, fuck my wet pussy with your cock," I began. My voice was thick with lust as I pleaded with him to fuck me. "Please Master, it would feel so good to have your long, thick cock in my cunt. I want to use my pussy to please you, Master. I want you to have used all of me, to have fucked each one of my holes and made them yours. Please Master," I finished, my voice husky with need.
"Up, slave," he ordered. I stood up immediately. He scooted up on the bed to recline on the pillows. "Straddle me and press your slit to my shaft, greedy slut. Play with your clit and convince me how badly you want my cock."
I followed his instructions and straddled him on the bed, my knees on either side of his hips. My legs spread wide, I settled lightly over him with his cock nestled between my engorged pussy lips. I rocked against him and the tip of his cock slipped up and down my wet slit. I shivered in anticipation of having him stuffed inside me. I wanted to let myself slide down over his stiff cock but I was afraid of what he might do.
As I reached down and slid my fingers between us to wet them he reached up and grabbed both breasts in his hands with his palms over my nipples and squeezed. I cried out as his fingers dug deeply into my flesh. I could feel a dull throbbing deep in my fevered pussy. He smiled even as I winced at his brutal force.
"You like it, don't you my painwhore?" he asked without needing an answer. We could both feel the juices that had leaked onto his cock from my seething slit. I was sure he could feel the way my cunt's mouth was clutching at him and sucking at his shaft as I ground lightly against it.
"Yes Master," I keened anyway. My body shuddered as he pulled my tits in his clenching fingers until they slid down to pinch my nipples tightly. I wanted to feel him filling me so badly! I began to plead for him to take me.
"Master, let me please you with your cock buried deep inside me. Fuck my wet, ready hole until you fill it with your cum. Please, Master, please fuck me! I need to feel you driving deep inside me. Please Master, I need you to fill me," I gasped as he thrust his hips upward pressing the length of his cock hard to my slit and against my already pulsating clit.
He rolled my nipples between his fingertips and made me shiver and whimper. He slid his cock against me and bumped the swollen head against my clit. The impulses firing between both points were overwhelming.
"Please Master, stop! I'm so close to cumming, please!" I begged him to let go of me, to stop rubbing against me, to please stop before I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Hold it, slave, unless you want to know how it feels when I tie you spread eagle and slap a belt against those swollen pussy lips of yours." He pinched my nipples harder, flattening them as his cock still rocked against my slit.
"Owww," I groaned as he twisted my nipples to first one side, then the other. Jolts of pain from his compression of my nipples made me quiver. The following wave of pleasure at the same sensation caused me to tremble violently as I held onto my release.
Suddenly he let go of me. I could feel my nipples throbbing as he lowered his hands. He stopped rubbing his cock against my dripping slit, too. I was glad to be able to stop holding my body so tightly and let my aching need for release subsided a little.



Chapter Eleven:



I reached under the nightstand to get a piece of string. Still astride my hips, she watched and panted as she came down a bit from the razor's edge of release. I slowly wrapped the string around the base of my cock. I pulled hard enough to bury it in the hard cock meat and tied it with a quick release knot. The restricted blood flow caused my already large cock to grow and swell anew gaining in both length and girth. Above the string my cock became a dark, almost angry red up to the head, which had turned almost purple and swelled to about the size of a plum.
My hands moved up to her thighs, then to her hips. My thumbs dug into her in front of her hipbones and my fingers into her hips and ass cheeks and I lifted her. She pushed up with her legs as she felt the upward pressure. I pushed her up until there was sufficient clearance and then told her, "Lift my cock, slave. Place the head at your cunt's mouth so I can feel it kissing the tip of my cock."
Once she'd done as I wished a bit of downward pressure pressed my cock head firmly against her hole. It clenched and relaxed as though kissing it over and over. Her hot, viscous juices flowed out of her and ran down the shaft.
"Stay there, slave, and wait," I growled at her. "Wait knowing that soon I'll pull down and when I do you're going to drop. You'll drop with all your weight to let my cock head drive as deeply into your aching cunt as it can go. I want you to feel it as the head spreads your fuck hole and the walls of your cunt wider than they've ever been spread before, feel it as it slams into your cervix trying to get into your womb. I want you to feel every inch as it impales your cunt and tries to drive up into your belly, my slave's cunt on her new master's cock for the first time. Then I want you to rotate your slutty cunt on my cock head so there's no mistaking what you are and what I am to you and how your fuck hole feels with all of me inside you." As I spoke my hands were slowly moving her hips so her cunt's mouth rotated side to side, just barely touching the tip of my cock.
"Look into my eyes, slut. I want to see into yours as you drop onto me and feel my cock invading your cunt for the first time. Look away and you'll wear my cum instead of being filled with it." When her blues eyes were looking into mine I commanded, "Drop my painwhore! Now!" then jerked down on her hips.
Her thigh muscles relaxed and she dropped. My cock drove into her with one hard, deep, cunt stretching and filling plunge. Her eyes grew wide as I drove deeper and her breath exploded from her with a whoosh. She gasped as she felt her cervix land on my cock head with some of its shaft still outside her. Then she moved as if she was being shocked over and over while she screamed and begged me to take what I owned.
Her hips jerked and twisted side to side as she rode the head of the hard cock filling her cunt and tried to get those last inches inside even through the pain of being stretched as never before. She wailed and screamed as she began to bounce harder on me, driving a fraction of an inch at a time into her fuck hole with each rebound.
I growled and groaned as she moved and my hands pulled down to help force the last of my cock into her and twist her hips from side to side. My own hips jerked upward fucking her as she dropped and bounced. Our mingled sounds were full of her pain and passion and my own pleasure as my cock stretched her even deeper and her hot, wet cunt clenched around me.
Her hands gripped my forearms, not to hinder me but to tug on them to plead for more. Her fingers dug into the hard muscles as she whimpered and begged. She moaned each time she rose on my cock and cried out in pleasure and pain each time she dropped to meet my hips. My hips drove upward as we both tried to force the last bit of my cock into her pounded, pulsating cunt.
A hand left her hip and gripped a tit, using it to pull her to my chest. I rolled her to her back and began to ravage her cunt. I pulled back until my head stretched her cunt's mouth open again and then drove into her hard as her hips swung up to meet mine. Crotch smacked wet crotch, my balls slapped her ass hole, and belly hit belly with wet smacks as a counter point to the sound as I pulled my cock from her cunt and it sucked at me. The air was filled with constant moans punctuated by her cries of pain and my grunts of pleasure. The sweat that had begun to bead on our bodies and our gasps for breath reflected the intensity of our coupling as I fucked her as deeply as I could.
She squealed and yelped as I reamed out her fuck hole and stretched it. My hips moved from side to side and up and down so my merciless cock slammed into all the walls of her cunt, then slid along them to hammer into her cervix each time. When I pulled out of her, she howled with frustration at the loss, the loss of the cock that had been so thoroughly taking and using her so hard.
I bent her legs and used them to roll her over onto her tits and belly. Then I pulled her up to her knees so that her open cunt faced my shiny, deep red and swollen cock. I spanked each of her ass cheeks one, two, three times. Each time I swung with my whole arm, driving my hands into her taut ass cheeks, each blow leaving behind a firey red hand print. Each time she screamed in pain and jerked forward to escape it, but then shoved her ass back toward me for more. She moaned and her ass wriggled with lust and need for the next one. The pain stoked her already roaring fires of passion.
I gripped her hips hard and jerked her back as my cock drove into her still open, oozing fuck hole. My belly slapped her burning ass cheeks and my balls slapped on her hard, throbbing clit. She threw her head back and screamed again, then rose up on all fours and pushed back onto me as hard as she could. She ground her cervix on my cock head, back and forth across it as she moaned and pleaded for more. She wanted more pleasure and more pain. She wanted it all and begged me, her new Master, the one who now fully owned her pain whore's body. I could do anything I wanted with her or to her.
We moved like a pair of mindless, rutting animals. The wet, liquid sound of fucking, the aroma of raw sex and the slap of belly to ass cheeks mingled with my grunts and her cry and whimpers. Her begging was practically nonstop until finally my hands moved from her hips to her tits as they bounced and danced to the rhythm of her movements and our bodies smacking together. My fingers found her engorged, already throbbing nipples. I pinched them both flat and twisted them, then pulled them toward me. As I pulled I buried my cock in her cunt with a raping, claiming thrust. "Now!" I bellowed as I ground against her cervix. "Cum now, slave, I command it! Cum!"
She screamed shrilly, her body reacting as if she'd grabbed a live electric wire, even as I was still commanding her. Her cunt fluttered and squeezed my cock as her fluids poured from her full fuck hole. They splattered on my belly and oozed onto my balls and my thighs as I pulled hard on her tightly gripped nipples and slammed into her once more. I pushed and ground on her cervix as she shuddered and writhed against me.
I moved my hands back to her hips as I gasped for breath. I held her tightly until she'd calmed a bit, then started to fuck her once again. Still buried in the swollen meat of my cock, the cord had prevented my full release. My balls were still full and aching.
"Now it's my turn, my slut," I thought as I started to slide inside her again. "Now I'll truly make you mine as I fuck you and fill your slave's cunt with my cum."
Her cunt still spasmed around my cock as I began to move. I pulled back until its swollen head was stretching the entrance to her cunt as wide as it could, then I jerked her to me and hammered it back in to pound against the bottom of her cunt.
"No, please! I can't take any more! No!" she shrieked. Her body showed otherwise as she shoved back to meet my next driving thrust.
She begged me to stop, but her pleas were fruitless. I kept fucking her, filling her cunt with the width and depth of my massively swollen cock. Each time I thrust into her I was taking what was now mine, what I now truly owned. I grunted with the effort of every stroke. My sweat dripped and splashed onto her already glistening back, spattering with each impact of our bodies.
Her pleading slowly changed from asking me to stop to urging me on. She begged me for more, for me to fuck her harder. She pleaded with me to take her, to rape her cunt with my massive cock. She wailed that she was close again and begged me to make her cum.
I pulled back once more and then buried my meaty bludgeon in her stretched, sore cunt. I held her to me tightly with one hand and reached under her with the other and began to spank her clit. She gasped in surprise, then howled in pain as I spanked harder.
This new pain would force her to new and undreamed of levels of arousal. It would increase her hunger for this pain that had brought out such hedonistic feelings in her. These feelings and the pain that went with them would become her obsession, one that would bring her back to me whenever I demanded. She began to cry out in deepening, unbridled lust.
As I strained to hold back the inevitable I pulled the quick release knot and I unwrapped the cord that was still tied around my cock. The burn of the returning blood flow drove me to fuck her even harder and faster, my strokes into her well-ravaged cunt long and hard. I pounded into her as I pushed her away and jerked her back onto me again and again. Finally I can't hold back any longer, even though my balls were well emptied with the first two times I came tonight. A final lunge buried my cock to its base in her wet, swollen cunt. I grunted as I drove into her then yelled to her once more.
"Cum! Cum now, my slave! Cum with me now!" My balls felt as if they exploded as cum shot out of them. I could feel it surge up my cock shaft and out the tip to splash onto her cervix then flow like molten lava into her cunt.
She shuddered as I yelled my commands. It took a second or two for them to penetrate her lust and pain fogged mind and then again she climaxed at her master's command. This time there was a difference, though. This time, after she'd gasped in a deep breath and began to wail with her release, she collapsed onto the bed as if in a faint.
Her body continued to move spastically and her cunt spasmed tightly around my cock, but her overloaded mind had shut down at the intensity of the sensations she'd been receiving. Overwhelmed, her mind had to rest.
I lay alongside my slave's body, panting and still gasping for air myself my cock still in he cunt soaking in our combined juices as it squeezed and fluttered on my. It had been the most intense and memorable fuck I'd ever experienced. "Why did I wait so long to have a slave?" I wondered to myself as I fought to get my breath again.
I rolled away from her and checked her pulse to make sure she was all right, then rolled her onto her back. I lay there panting until she returned to me from the depths of what I'd read is called subspace. It was a good thing I'd read about it online or I might have worried that I'd fucked my slut to death on our first night.
When she was at last fully aware of where she was again she began to cry, silent tears coursing down her face. She whispered, "Thank you, Master. I never knew it could be like this. I never realized it could be so incredible. All my life sex has been nice and it's always felt good, but never like that, Master. If I died now, at least I would die a totally fulfilled woman. I'm so exhausted I can barely move." When she stopped talking she slowly rolled to her side and kissed my shoulder.
"That was my most intense orgasm to date, too, slave," I answered her, "but if I have my way it won't be the last and maybe not even the best. Now rest for another minute until you've caught your breath, slave. Then you'll use your mouth and tongue to clean me before you suck the wet spot clean and suck our cum into your mouth. You'll never waste or miss a chance to taste my cum, slave. Never."
She tipped her head back to look at me as I spoke and smiled. She listened carefully, then softly replied, "Oh yes, Master. Of course I will obey you, besides, I never want to miss the chance to taste your cum either."
She didn't wait another moment to move, but she moved slowly, her discomfort obvious, until her mouth was at my crotch. She dutifully began to lick and suck our mingled juices and sweat from my body. She laved me from my belly to my knees and then back to my balls. Finally she began to clean my cock. I hissed as she hit extra sensitive spots and hummed at the most pleasant sensations, especially as she reached the oh, so sensitive head.
When she finished, she lifted her head and asked, "Would Master roll over please, so I may finish and do a proper job to avoid being punished?" Her eyes twinkled with mischief. I chuckled then groaned softly as I rolled over. I lay with my legs sprawled and waited to see what my slave would do.
She began at the backs of my knees. She slowly licked and kissed her way up each leg to my ass. Once she'd finished both legs she softly kissed both of my ass cheeks and licked them both clean as thoroughly as she'd done the front of me. Then she gently spread my ass cheeks and licked and kissed her way down the cleft of my ass. She moved side to side as she moved downward, making sure she removed it all.
Lower and lower she moved until she'd reached the tight star of my ass. There she spent a long time licking and kissing until she finally stiffened her tongue and pushed it into my ass. My hips twitched as her tongue probed deeper. I moaned as my slave tongue fucked me and thought there was even more to my little pain slut, my slave, than I'd imagined.
She finished and crawled around so her cunt was facing me. She slowly and a bit stiffly pulled her heels up to her ass cheeks and then gingerly spread her legs. Her cunt was clearly visible to her Master's eyes, the fluids from our fucking oozing and dripping from her. She used her fingers to scoop the juices and our cum from her legs, her belly. Her hand moving repeatedly from her cunt and ass to her mouth until she could only smear the remaining moisture on her skin.
"Is your slave clean enough Master?" she asked quietly, her eyes lowered to the bed. Was that a hint of a smile I wondered? "Thank you for letting me clean you with my tongue, Master, so I could savor the taste of our cum. Thank you for letting me finish the rest of your cum as it oozed from my cunt."
"You did very well, slave. I enjoyed the feeling of your hot slut's mouth on my cock and your whore's tongue on my balls and asshole. It was also very enjoyable watching you clean yourself. Now suck the juices from the sheet so you've missed none of them.
She flushed, looking embarrassed and humiliated, but again she obeyed. I hoped she was beginning to feel like property, like my owned property as she followed my orders. I certainly enjoyed my role as her Master. There were so many things I wanted to do with my slave and make her do for me it was a shame we only had this one weekend to start.
She bent slowly until her mouth was pressed to the large wet area on the sheet. She squirmed and blushed as she licked until there was nothing more to lick up and then sucked the sheet hard to remove any more that she could. I rose and gave her hip a playful swat before leaving the room. I returned fairly quickly with a pillow, a dark green blanket and a coil of rope.
"Do you need to use the bathroom, slave?" I asked without telling her what the items were for.
"Yes Master, I do. May I, please?" she asked as she eyed the items in my hand warily.
"Yes, slave, you may. Crawl both ways, and when you're back here again stand in front of me." I knew she would feel further degraded, humiliated by having to crawl to me.
"Yes, Master," she replied softly as she carefully moved to her hands and knees and crawled to the bathroom.
I unfolded the blanket and got the rope ready while she was gone. When she returned, she found me waiting for her. She looked at the blanket with "US" stenciled on it in large black letters, then back at me, glanced down at the length of rope beside me and then at me again. When she stood still I instructed her to stand with her legs apart and her arms down at her sides.
I picked the blanket up and wrapped it around her, then used a long piece of rope to secure it. I wrapped it snugly above and below her tits so that it would chafe against her breasts and nipples, then secured her upper arms and elbows to her sides. A loop over her head and pulled tightly around her wrists pinned them to her waist and two more loops held the blanket close to her body.
Next I reached between her legs and pulled the back of the blanket up and pulled it up into her crotch. I tucked it into the loops around her waist so it looked like loose pantaloons but was snugly up against her crotch. Two more loops and a tie in the back insured it wouldn't slip loose. The rest of the rope was pulled into the cleft of her ass and up between her pussy lips and tied in front.
She felt the scratchy wool army blanket wrapping around her body and whimpered very quietly. Her whimpers became soft moans as it covered her tender, sore nipples. She gave a soft cry as I pulled it up and tied it against her freshly fucked holes and spanked ass and clit.
I instructed her to lie down and then helped her, as her own hands were useless. I placed a pillow on the floor under her head, then used the remaining piece of rope to tie her legs together at the tops of her thighs, her knees and her ankles.
"This is how and where you'll sleep tonight, slave," I told her. "Bound like a slave at her Master's bedside. The blanket will keep you nice and warm and you have a pillow." I chuckled wickedly.
"Oh Master, please no," she whimpered. "This scratchy wool will drive me crazy, Master! I won't be able to sleep. Please just tie me with the rope and not the blanket, Master, please!"
"Nope. You'll stay just like that until I wake up, my slave," I replied. "I don't wish you to be chilled and catch cold. See what a considerate Master I am?" I reached up and clicked off the lights from the control panel in the wall beside the bed and lay down to sleep.



Chapter Twelve:



I tried not to squirm as I lay there on the floor tied tightly in the blanket. Wherever the scratchy wool touched, it itched. My nipples were hard which only accentuated the rasping irritation of the blanket. The wool heated my already well warmed ass cheeks to the point they felt like they were burning.
The worst of it though, was where he'd wedged the blanket up against my crotch and between my ass cheeks. Every nerve ending stood at attention. The combination of heat and scratchy wool prickled maddeningly and I thought I might indeed go insane before he woke and freed me from my abrasive, maddeningly arousing prison.
I tried to move my arms but he'd tied me well and I could only move my hands a little. The momentary relief I could find where my fingers reached only further irritated where I couldn't. Wherever I managed to scratch the itch only returned as soon as I moved my fingers to another spot.
My only hope for relief was to beg him to release me. He had seemed to like it when I begged; maybe he would grant my pleas as he did before.
"Master, please take off this blanket. I promise I'll lie here quietly. I'll gladly be bound as tightly as you want, just please remove this scratchy blanket!" I pleaded with him as I squirmed, vainly trying to relieve any itch.
"You are such a considerate Master to want me to be warm, but I just can't stand it!" I wailed. "Please master, if you would just untie it from between my legs! Please, I'd do anything to relieve this itch even a little!" I writhed on the floor as I begged him; still trying in vain to placate my twitching nerves.
He said nothing, only chuckled as I thumped my heels on the floor, my body wriggling with my discomfort. At that moment I thought him the cruelest of Masters and would have escaped regardless of the consequences if only I could've.
I was exhausted but I was sure I wasn't going to get any sleep at all. It had been such a long night already. I'd had more sex in one night than I'd ever had before at one time, and more than Tom and I had been having in a month lately. Each experience had been so much more intense than anything Tom and I had done together. I'd never cum so many times in one night!
Tom and I had tried anal sex a few times, but he had always been very gentle. It hadn't been that satisfying to me as he'd always cum in just a few strokes. He usually left me highly aroused and frustrated as he rolled over and began to snore. Our usual sex hadn't been that exciting either, the past year or two it had waned into a weekly sameness that had lost most of its thrill.
As I lay there and waited for either sleep or daylight to come I thought back to how my night had started out with Jeremy. I'd been so excited, even before I'd seen him standing there in my doorway. Everything I'd learned as the evening went on had excited me, especially with his hand wandering up my thigh and moving ever closer to my pussy. When he'd asked me to be his sex slave for the weekend my juices had flowed freely as I'd answered him. I would have happily been his totally obedient sex slave for the whole weekend.
I hadn't experienced lust like that since Tom and I had first started having sex. Back then every time seemed exciting and there were so many possibilities! We were so inexperienced every time had been magical and earth shattering. As the years went by though, we had experimented with everything Tom was comfortable with exploring and now our sex life had become dull. I don't know if it was my lack of enthusiasm or Tom's sameness but either way the result had been the same.
Thinking of the way I'd responded to Jeremy made me squirm in my bonds a little differently. It wasn't just that Jeremy had a big cock or was extremely handsome, though those didn't hurt. It had been the way he talked to me, his innate dominance seeming to naturally assert itself. It was also how he had roughly used me. I'd truly been willing to do anything he asked.
I could feel the moisture between my legs increasing. I shifted and tried to think of something else. I thought instead of the way my new Master had first used me, fucking my mouth hard and leaving me covered in his cum to display his ownership. I realized now that hadn't only been for Jeremy's benefit but for mine too. I knew then who would have me, for the weekend and whenever he wanted.
Cum drying on my face and hair and tits, handcuffed and trapped in his car I had been turned on even then. Jeremy had been ready to command me but I knew there were limits. My fear at my new Master's lack of boundaries had only increased my arousal, despite my protests to the contrary. The words he'd said to me then still echoed in my mind.
"You are now my property to do with as I wish, when I wish. I will have you more ways that you can imagine and show you what a slut you are in even more ways," He'd said and he had.
Of course even then I hadn't been able to imagine what his perverse mind could come up with. I couldn't fathom then what a sadist he could be. The tingle of fear at his future plans made my pussy wetter and the scratchiness of the wool tight against my crotch even more irritating. I couldn't keep my thoughts from the events of the night. It all felt slightly surreal as random fragments of my experiences swam through my mind.
When I had finally perceived the depth of my circumstances I had been overwhelmed. Not only would I be at his beck and call, but also subject to any painful or degrading treatment his sadistic mind could conjure up. That he was forcing me to accept his will and that it aroused me so much only made my mind whirl. I was unable to deny what I felt, but unable to accept it either.
My thoughts still spun as the blanket chafed my tender ass, which brought images of the way he'd fucked my ass to the fore. He'd roared in triumph as he'd penetrated me that first time and I'd screamed in pain, my body quivering as he forced each inch inside.
I moaned, full of lust at the memory. Thoughts of the terrible pain and the incredible pleasure sent a thrill through me and made my pelvic muscles tighten. Still the blanket vexed me, the insidious fibers prickling at my skin no matter how I squirmed or how still I held myself.
I had no idea how much time had passed since I heard him begin lightly snoring. My eyelids were so heavy I couldn't keep them open but sleep was not coming. My bonds and the rough blanket were still too much to be able to drift off. The increasing moisture between my legs was not helping either. The now wet wool galled my tender, well-used slit, even as the tight bindings and my thoughts aroused me.
I had loved every second of every minute of him fucking me. His cock slamming into my ass or stuffed hard into my pussy, I had loved both the intense pain and the extreme pleasure of it all. I was indeed his pain slut. I knew that when he called me again I would come to him, not just because he held the videotape over me but because I was a slave to my new found desires.
I woke with a start, the need to escape my dreams forcing me awake. I lay there for a moment shivering from the nightmare I'd slipped into when I'd finally dozed off. I had dreamed that Tom had gotten the videotape and that I'd walked in as he was viewing it. He had stood and thundered louder than I'd ever heard him that I was a slut, an undeserving whore and would never see my children again. Whatever it took, I was going to make sure he never found out what I'd done.
The sunlight was already well into the room as I lay there in my bonds, the wool making it's presence known all over again. I listened, but he was still the breathing like someone sleeping. I only hoped he would wake soon, before I howled from the irritation and earned myself a spanking, or worse. Then I had to giggle, because his blows the night before had stung and a few burned, but they also warmed me in a way I hadn't expected. He might not consider that a punishment.
I wondered how I would take a serious spanking from him. Images of the way he'd not only spanked my ass, but my clit and my nipples as well floated through my mind. His sharp slaps had stung a lot more on those tender parts, but it had burned into me in a way I never could have imagined. If anyone had ever told me I would let anyone get away with hitting me, let alone that I would have enjoyed it, I would have vehemently denied it could happen.
His slaps to my breasts had heated them and turned my nipples even harder than they were already. They'd sent jolts straight to my hot, stretched ass, making it spasm around his cock as he fucked me. I'd begged for more, for more mind blistering pain on my tits and in my ass as those same stinging slaps morphed into pleasure and made my body twist and buck.
The very hard blows he'd placed on my ass as he turned me had left biting handprints on my already warmed cheeks. His slaps to my clit had burned like a fire out of control. My pussy had never been filled like he stretched me, never been so bruised and pounded. The pain of him spanking my clit had made me scream but it had quickly turned into blinding, overwhelming pleasure as he slammed into me over and over.
I felt the wetness seeping between my thighs and smiled despite my discomfort. I could be patient until he woke.

The sunlight edging past the nearly closed curtains woke me up as it lit up the bedroom. The smell of sex still permeated the air. I smiled as I stretched and then groaned quietly at the delicious stiffness caused by last night's sexual acrobatics.
I rolled to the side of the bed and looked down at my new slave as she lay on the floor. She was still tightly wrapped up in the army blanket. She remained still but her eyes were open and she actually smiled up at me. I could tell she was trying to ignore the itching of her woolen cocoon.
"Is my slave ready to begin her first full day of slavery?" I asked as I sat up. I knelt beside her and began to undo her bindings.
She answered like a proper slave, with a small smile and a blush. Once she was free of the rope and blanket I ran my large hands all over her body to gently erase the itch caused by the blanket. When I finished I had her crawl to the bathroom so we could both take care of the morning's needs from peeing to teeth brushing. I explained that we would need to shower shortly anyway so we would wait until then.
With a casual "heel slave" tossed over my shoulder at her I headed out of the bedroom suite and down to the basement doorway at the top of the stairs. At her questioning glance as I unlocked it, I explained briefly that I kept it locked to keep friend's children away from the power tools.
Once in the basement I led my slave to the door of the playroom/dungeon and told her to get started. I instructed her to bring the boxes to the other room across the workshop, then turned away from her to go there myself. She was left standing in the doorway contemplating how to accomplish her task. I watched her for a moment before I closed the door as she looked first at the playroom and then back at me for a moment. When she turned back to the playroom I let the door close behind me.
A few minutes later I heard the door to my room open, then silence. As she hadn't approached me yet, I imagined she was taking in the workout room. The room was fully mirrored from floor to ceiling, with a television and stereo equipment and speakers in the corners. It was fully equipped with free weights and machines in one half the room and martial arts equipment in the other half. A closer look would reveal to her staffs, sticks and even knives and swords racked on one wall, plus several dummies and other items to be kicked or struck. A woven mat of straw-like material ran wall to wall in that half of the room.
I wondered if she had any idea of the expense of setting up such a room. It would certainly give her an indication of my financial status, as it cost nearly as much as a small home.
The mirrored door to the small storage room I was working in had been left open. I waited for my slave to finish gaping at the room and either hear me moving and stacking boxes or see my reflection somewhere in the mirrored wall and come find me. When she finally did she asked, "Master, may I use the hand truck in the workshop to move the boxes?"
I chuckled to myself as I noted that her innate submissiveness was asserting itself, then turned to her and smiled. "Yes, slave, you may. I use it so rarely I'd forgotten it was there. It's nice to see my slave has a brain and uses it. I'll expect that kind of initiative when you are devising ways to please me and give me pleasure, slut." She lowered her head at my words but I caught her smile as she turned and left.
She returned shortly with the first load of boxes and at my direction left it for me to place on the shelves while she went back for another load. It only took about thirty minutes for her to move all the boxes and return the hand truck to its corner in the workshop. Then she came back to the gym/dojo area as instructed.
I told her that from now on she was to keep herself in top shape. She looked good and felt fine, but she would be even better for me and her flexibility would increase as well. She would begin now and after she went home she would find a gym for herself and begin regular workouts and aerobics. She answered that she had workout tapes at home and did them regularly, three or four days a week, and she was fit.
I laughed. "Well, let's just see how fit you are, slave. I'm going to do my daily non weight lifting workout today, so you may follow along with me. I'll begin slowly so you can copy my movements. I have studied Aikido for over ten years and Tai Chi Quan for five, so the exercises I do are from my studies of those martial arts with some Gung Fu added.
"I'll begin slowly so you can copy my movements but you'll probably get lost as I speed up. See if you can keep up with me. If you find you have to stop before I do you will continue to watch me, but from a kneeling position at the edge of the mat. You will play with your tits, your clit and your cunt while you watch me and then you'll lick and suck up anything you leave on the floor. Is that understood, slut?"
She nodded her understanding with her quiet answer. I moved to the mat and led her in stretching exercise to warm and limber up stiff muscles.
Then I began. My slave had spoken proudly of her good physical condition but she soon learned that there was no way she would be able to keep up with me. I did begin slowly. I stayed slow for quite a while, doing things no doubt similar to those she would have seen on television of the Chinese doing Tai Chi exercises, but mine had differences tied to the martial art and not the exercise. By the time I began to move faster I could tell that her muscles were already letting her know that the slow and nearly languid movements were straining her more than she'd probably imagined they would from watching television. She was perspiring as freely as I was.
Then I changed my movements. I began to move in circles with my hands, body and feet, slowly at first so she could follow and learn the movements, then faster and faster, all the while watching her and myself in the mirrors on the wall. Now and then I'd stop and correct her posture or foot placement or the like but generally I'd just let her follow me.
When she finally stopped for the last time her chest was heaving, making her tits move and jiggle. She went over and knelt at the edge of the mat as I'd instructed, to watch her naked master as I continued and play with herself as I'd instructed her to.
I went to the wall and pressed a button recessed in the wall and she jumped in surprise as drums boomed from the speakers in the corners. The sound filled the room. I called to her that they were Japanese temple drummers and that I often listened to them when I worked out. I told her that as the music progressed she would also hear African drummers, then I began to work out at full speed and intensity.
When I'd finished, I ordered my slave to clean up the puddle of her cunt juices from the floor with her mouth and tongue. I had her dry it with one of the towels I'd used to dry myself, then brought her up on her knees. I enjoyed the feel of her hot mouth and tight throat on my hardness her display of her cunt and ass had caused, but denied myself the pleasure of release for now. I preferred to wait until later, there were things to do first.
"Up, slave, time to shower and go shopping," I said as I headed toward the door of the gym. She scurried to follow me. It was a treat to watch her move naked in the mirrors. It was one I fully intended to enjoy again and made a mental note to have at least one wall of the playroom/dungeon mirrored.
Our shower was a repeat of the night before except that this time she used the loofa in her holes by herself as I squatted and watched. Then she dried me when I'd finished.
By the time she'd finished, including blow drying her hair, I'd dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and cowboy boots. Without a word I walked downstairs and she followed dutifully. I handed her the keys to my patrol car with instructions to bring in her clothes then laughed at her reaction.





Chapter Thirteen:



I was panting and sweating from the exertion of trying to keep up with him. I'd had enough and was glad to be able to kneel at the edge of the mat and just watch him, even if I had to keep touching myself while I did. He was magnificent to watch.
Despite his freckles, his body was completely tanned. There was no white at all that I could see. The sweat sheen that covered his skin only emphasized his muscles as he moved. They bunched and relaxed as he went through his exercises, his writhing, twisting motions making it appear as though he were dancing for me.
Now that I was no longer slowing him down he really began to move. He jumped and dropped, whirled and hopped, and now and then dropped to a squat to kick his leg out in a sweeping motion. He kicked and punched and blocked imaginary blows with all parts of his body.
I knelt there with my knees on the mat and moved my hands over my breasts as he continued his workout routine. I squeezed them first softly and then harder, my fingers kneading the soft flesh. I tugged and pinched my nipples and brought them to aching hardness. Each pull on a nipple was like pulling directly on my clit.
One hand moved to between my legs to feel the wetness that had accumulated there. The sweat from my workout and the arousal that had risen with it as I watched his naked body had made me slick. My hand moved smoothly up and down my slit and my lips parted easily beneath my fingers. I stroked up and down as I watched my master, his movements lithe, sensuous and dangerous all at once.
He moved toward the dummies and began to kick and strike at them. He danced from dummy to post and back again, slapping and striking at the arms extended from each. His movements were quick and sure, glancing off targets, one right after the other.
Eventually he got a towel from a table against the wall and wiped his face, arms and hands. I thought he was finished but he walked over to the rack that held all the weapons and selected one. He chose a staff and whirled it in the air, stabbing and thrusting as he moved in his own personal ballet. When he finished with the staff he chose a pair of sticks and twirled them side to side and around and back again with deadly speed.
Next he chose two knives, their blades gleaming and sharp looking. He still danced, but there was a seemingly a greater element of danger to it now as he twisted and moved, their sharp edges slicing through the air.
Watching him was exciting. His stamina alone was amazing. I continued to tweak my nipples with one hand while slowly stroking up and down my steamy, wet slit with the other. I hoped he'd have enough energy to fuck me when he was done with his routines, as each time I bumped over my clit it made me twitch, my inner walls pulsating with the beat of the drums.
I could smell his sweat and mine, but over that I could smell myself. I could smell the juices that were dripping from my pussy as I played my fingers in and out of myself. I could feel them dripping off my fingers and onto the floor each time I tugged and squeezed my nipples or stroked my aching, hungry cunt.
Finally he finished. He wiped down his equipment and put it all away, then wiped the sweat from his face and arms again. He threw the two towels over his shoulder and grabbed a third, then approached me. I could see his cock was beginning to rise as he watched me, in spite of his very thorough workout.
"Slave, I told you that you'd lick and suck up anything you left on the floor. Face to that pool of cunt juice and get it all up. Now." His voice was quiet, but commanding.
I looked up startled, as I'd only been thinking about how badly I wanted him to fuck me with his massive cock. I got up on my hands and knees without question or comment and lowered my head. Then I quickly sucked my juices from where they'd puddled on the tile floor.
I glanced at him as I knelt there with my legs spread purposefully wide. I could tell he was eyeing all I had openly displayed to him. Was he thinking of how he'd fucked me last night, claiming both holes for his? I hoped he was and that it made him want to fuck me again.
When I'd licked the wood floor clean he tossed me one of the towels and I wiped up whatever moisture was left. I turned to see that his cock was now fully erect, poking out in front of him like a flagpole on the side of building. He slowly moved closer to me until his cock bobbed tantalizingly in front of my face. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up onto my knees, then pressed the hard knob of his cockhead to my lips.
I opened my mouth wide and greedily sucked him in and was rewarded by a moan from him. He slowly pushed his hips toward me and moved his cock deeper into my warm mouth. He bent my head back and pushed further until he was in my throat, a leisurely stretch for him, but panicked gagging for me. He shoved his cock in further and held my lips pressed tightly to his crotch. My hands flailed up to his hips to try and push him away as I choked.
"This, my slut, is so you know I want to fuck you as badly as you need to be fucked. However, it will have to wait until later. We have shopping to do." He eased his cock from my throat with what seemed agonizing slowness to my panic, but then I whimpered my disappointment around it as it slid from between my lips.
The shower was welcome after our strenuous workout and I was glad he let me wash too, though I could have done without the loofa. I thought somehow I'd have to lose the thing so he couldn't make me go through that inhumane cleansing process again.
I didn't think he would allow me clothes, so I took my time drying my hair while he got dressed. I didn't know exactly what kind of shopping he had planned for us to do today but I was pretty sure that it would involve sex and my embarrassment and humiliation. I didn't know how accurate I was as I followed him downstairs.
I looked at him disbelieving, a flush rising up my face as he told me to fetch my clothes from his car. I was naked! It was bad enough he'd made me stand naked beside his patrol car on that deserted road in the dark. Now he wanted me to go outside in broad daylight to fetch my clothes? I knew he was serious but then I realized we were out somewhere pretty far in the woods. When we'd driven to the cabin the night before it had been a long time since I'd seen any other lights. No one would see me.
I went out to the car and unlocked the passenger side door. There were my clothes just as I'd left them, in a rumpled heap on the seat. I grabbed them up and dashed back inside, still uncomfortable about being naked outside regardless of whoever else might or might not be near.
I looked at my clothes once I got back inside and handed him back his keys. He watched me and chuckled as I held them up in front of me and wrinkled my nose. They certainly didn't look like I'd just pulled them from my closet. My blouse even had a couple of cum stains on it.
"Master, may I clean them before we go out?" I asked him. I didn't want to put them on the way they were.
"My plans are to leave very shortly, slave. You may iron them if you like. I enjoy you looking like a slut, but not an unkempt slut," he answered. He told me where to find an iron and I hurried to press the wrinkles out of my clothes before he changed his mind. Once they were smooth they didn't look so bad. Even the cum stains had practically disappeared.
I got dressed and asked him if I looked presentable enough now. He responded with an appreciative look and told me I'd do. Then he led me into a garage that he mentioned was also built into the hill. I wondered how many more buried rooms the house contained, then shuddered. I wasn't sure I wanted to find out.

Master:
Once she'd ironed her blouse and gotten dressed complete with stockings and heels, I led her to the garage on the other side of the house. As she was only here for today, tonight and part of tomorrow, I'd decided not to work on the playroom.
I chose to take the 1964 Anniversary Gold Corvette rather than my newer, oversized pickup, as I would have the materials for the dungeon equipment delivered later. It was a sunny day with temperatures well into the 70's. I decided to drive with the top down, which gave me a wonderful idea of what to do with my slave as we drove to the city.
"Slave, if you were vanilla I'd open doors for you. Since you aren't, you will always open doors for me. Is that clear?" She immediately moved to do so.
"Yes Master," she said as she opened the driver's door of the 'Vette. I got in and unclipped the top and stowed it away then started up the 340 horsepower engine and let it idle as the garage door opener did its job.
When the door opened I shifted into first and idled out of the garage. I waited until the door closed again and then engaged the alarm system. When I was ready to go I looked at my slave and said, "Open your blouse, slut. Bare those nice, big tits to me. Bare them to the sun and anyone else that might be looking. Do it now."
She looked a little shocked but her fingers were already unbuttoning her blouse. Her lush tits made their appearance as she spread the blouse to frame them and we headed for the lumberyard with the list of materials I'd prepared. I ran through the gears and reached a straight stretch of road. I appreciated the view of my slave as her tits bounced and swayed as I negotiated the narrow approach road that led to the house.
As I was intimately familiar with the roads in this area from years of patrolling them, I gave the 'Vette the pedal. We flew along until we reached the 4-lane county road that would take us to the nearest city in the next county so we could be anonymous. I drove quite a bit over the speed limit. There are advantages to being a cop and as long as I wasn't going outrageously fast this was one of them.
We blew by the cars but as I passed each trucker I slowed a bit to give them a good view of my slave, her tits in the sun with the wind blowing her hair out behind her. We got an air horn blast from each and every one of them and they all had big grins, waves and thumbs up for me.
"Button up, slave. We're getting close to town now and can't offend the kiddies that might be around," I instructed her.
She obeyed and in about 20 minutes we were at the lumber store. It took only a few minutes to give them my order. Our next stop would be downtown at a fetish shop I'd located in the yellow pages. It was one of two we'd be visiting today. The other I'd found on the Internet.
It only took a minute to put the top back up and hit the kill switch so it couldn't be started. I waited for my slave to open my door, then locked the car and set the alarm. Then we walked to the fetish shop.
I let my hand rest on her ass as we walked. I enjoyed both her discomfort at this public display and the feel of her butt as it tightened and relaxed with each step.
The sign on the shop door said they'd be closed for about another 45 minutes. I looked around and spotted a diner. I guided my slave by gripping her ass hard to steer her. Her reaction made me chuckle.
It was just past lunchtime so there was plenty of seating. I steered her to a corner booth, then had her slide in first and I sat beside her. I leaned over to her and whispered, "Slave, raise your skirt so your bare ass is sitting on the cold vinyl seat and spread your legs for me. Now, fucktoy."
Her reaction was the same as it had been on the street but her flush was much darker this time. She arched her back and her tits strained against the front of her silk blouse, her hard nipples protruding as she lifted her ass to obey. Since her skirt was so snug fitting, then meant she had to pull it all the way up to her waist front and back and bare herself from the waist down. Only the back of the seat on the other side of the table afforded her the least bit of modesty. If the other customers stayed far enough up the counter and none of the employees chose to look over when they were at our end of the counter she would remain unseen.
I ordered sandwiches and drinks for us and as we waited I dropped my hand into her lap and played. My slave's eyes glazed over and her lids lowered slightly as I let a fingertip glide up and down her pussy lips. She slid her hips forward a bit more and opened her legs wider to allow me freer access to her crotch.
My now wet fingertip played up and down her lips and occasionally flicked or rubbed the tip of her clit. Each time I touched her clit she moaned very quietly and her hips slid a bit on the now wet seat. Another customer finally noticed what was going on and I saw him call us to his friend's attention. They sat and enjoyed the "floor show" as they ate. Their enjoyment increased noticeably when I had my slave meet each of their eyes and smile.
I played with my slave until the waitress brought our food, then we ate. The scent of hot slut competed with the cooking smells from the kitchen. Her ass was now nice and wet from her cunt juices on the vinyl seat.
When we finished our lunch I slid from the seat and waited. She scooted over a bit and lifted her hips, then pulled her skirt down and stood. The material molded itself to her ass and clung there, held by the viscous moisture of her juices. I ordered her to keep her head erect and look everyone in the eye and smile as we walked to the register. I paid and the murmur of voices was cut off as the door closed behind us. My hand was once more on her now wet, leather-covered ass and I steered her to the fetish shop.
The bell rang as we opened the door. There was a man behind the counter and a woman working with some stock creating a floor display but we were the only two customers in the shop.
"Good afternoon," said the man behind the counter. "Come on in and look around. If you have any questions either of us will be glad to help you."
"Thanks a lot," I answered. "I'll look around and if I have any I'll be sure to ask."
I was still using my slave's ass to steer her. I led the way to the sex toys display. "Oops, I forgot a shopping basket, slave. Go get me one as I browse."
She went to the rack by the front door and got a hand basket and returned. I put a dildo in it, one about three inches wide and about eight inches long and chuckled at her blush. The next item was a double-ended dildo so I could fuck both her holes at one time, and then a vibrator with a little beaver that would tickle her clit as her cunt was fucked. I added a set of vibrating butt plugs and an inflatable one to really stretch her holes.
We moved along the aisles and I picked up two sets of nipple clamps. They were two different types, so I walked to the counter with them, my slave following dutifully behind me. "Which of these will stay on the best?" I asked the man who was still waiting behind the counter.
"Definitely the cloverleaf clamps. In fact, the more you pull on the chain or the more weight you add to them the tighter they will pinch," he answered.
"May I try them out before I buy them?" I asked with a grin.
He chuckled as he gave his answer. "Be my guest, friend. I know I'll enjoy watching."
I took the shopping basket from my slave. "Open your blouse, slave. Bare your tits for us. Now," I instructed.
She hesitated only briefly before she obeyed and unbuttoned her blouse. Her head lowered, she pulled the fabric to the sides to display her luscious tits to me and to the man behind the counter who was watching intently.
Her nipples were already hard from our play in the diner, but I still pinched them and rolled them between my fingers before I stretched them out and let them go. I flicked each one hard with my fingernail to assure they were both as hard as could be. Then I squeezed the clamps and put them on her.
As I was doing all that the clerk said, "She has nice, large nipples Sir. You'll have no problem getting those clamps on without stretching them. In fact, the tips of her nipples can still be gotten to with the clamps in place."
"So they can," I observed. "Hmm, may I try some of the other things out as well?"
"As long as you don't get any bodily fluids on them you may, but if that happens then you've bought whatever it is even if you don't want it." He gave the store's policy matter-of-factly, but he looked very eager to see what else I might try out with my slave in his view.
"That's fair enough," I smiled. "Thanks."
I handed my slave the basket again and walked back to the sex toy displays. Next I chose a wireless remote controlled vibrator and a butt plug with the same. I thought of how interesting it would be to see my slave with them in place in public as I played with the remotes. Next came a pair of chiming Ben-Wa balls.
"If she's really your slave you might want to get her a collar, friend," the clerk said across the store.
"Thanks, I do intend to get her one," I answered.
"I have a friend who does custom leather work. If you like I can give you his card for anything you want that you don't see here," he offered.
"Great. I'll take it when I pay for all the things I get," I replied with a smile.
I moved to the racks of fetish clothing and looked through the leather skirts. As I was looking at them I told her to remove hers. A sharp pull on the chain connecting the clamps tightened them and stretched both her nipples and brought an end to her stammering objections. She removed her skirt.
I handed her a very short mini skirt. "Here. Try this on, slave."
The man and the woman were both watching now as she shimmied into it and quickly zipped and buttoned it. I stepped back and admired the view as this skirt, unlike hers, barely covered her pussy lips. There were no more than a couple inches to spare.
"Turn around and bend over for me, slave," I instructed.
She stammered her answer and then slowly turned and bent at the waist. The skirt rode up clearly displaying her naked pussy lips and wet slit. Her freely flowing juices were evident on the backs of her thighs and ass cheeks.
"Take it off and put it in the basket, slave," I told her. "You look properly slutty in it."
As she obeyed I glanced around the shop and spotted an outfit composed of nothing but vinyl straps and went to get it. It had two over the shoulder straps that met in the back at about the shoulder blades and were connected by a chrome ring. A single strap went from the bottom of the ring down and back up again to buckle in the front. From the lower strap two went around the front to vinyl circles meant to encircle the tits and leave the rest bare. Below these was a waist belt that fastened in front and allowed the crotch strap to be fastened as tightly as one wished.
I walked back and handed it to her. "Here, slave. This is next," I said as I removed the nipple clamps to her accompanying gasps.
We all watched as she unbuckled the outfit and began to put it on. The shoulder straps went over her shoulders and one at a time she forced her tits through the vinyl circles. They stretched minimally and made both tits balloon out very nicely. The color of both darkened and her nipples looked even larger as she fastened the closure between them. The waist belt was next and finally the crotch strap. To be sure it was properly tight I took it from her hand and pulled up until she was on her toes before allowing her to buckle it.
"Now, my slave, model it for me. Walk around and let me see how it looks on you," I instructed. The three of us watched and waited.



Chapter Fourteen:


I kind of enjoyed flashing the truck drivers a look at my tits as we rode in his car and with my tits out of my blouse. It was thrilling, but safe. Walking around with his hand on my ass made me blush though. It was a little more public and personal. My ass tingled when he gripped it even harder to steer me away from the shop and I hoped no one was looking.
When we went to lunch I hoped there'd be a break in the excitement, or rather in his incitement of me. Instead he'd made me squirm well right there in the diner booth. The conflict between my feelings as he made me perform such public acts had made me very aroused, as did his attentions and the way I blushed at having his hand on my bared pussy as complete strangers watched. His command to smile at them had just increased my feelings of embarrassment and therefore fed my arousal as well.
I suffered more hot blushes of embarrassment as we went through the store. I had seen sex toys before and had even purchased a few, but opening my blouse in front of the clerk for my master to put the nipple clamps on had been a new adventure in public humiliation. Changing my skirt and baring my ass for all to see had only added to all of that until I was nearly writhing. He was really enjoying my discomfort.
I might as well have been naked as he had me try on the straps and buckles that masqueraded as clothing. I almost screeched when he pulled up hard on the strap that I'd already fastened snugly. Up on my toes as he had me buckle it, I slowly settled down on my feet as the vinyl dug deep between my pussy lips, separating them and pulling me open to ooze more of my juices out over the strap.
Now he wanted me to model it, to move around and show it off to him. Rather to all of them, as the couple in the store was no longer even making a pretense of working. They were both openly staring since he'd had me display my already juicy slit to them by bending over in the short skirt. I decided to really show off the outfit then, if that was what he wanted.
I stood there with my feet apart and looked quickly at each one of them. I put my hands under my tits so my thumbs were on the outside and lifted them, then slid my hands to my nipples. I pinched and rolled them lightly and kept my hand moving until they dropped from my fingertips. Then I placed my hands just below the outer swell of my breasts with my fingers splayed downward.
My hands moved slowly down over my body and then curved outward over my hips as my shoulders rolled forward. I slid them back toward my inner thighs and slowly gyrated my hips. I brought my hands together with my fingers trailing up along my thighs until they met between my legs and covered my now very wet pussy. I could feel my slickness wetting my palm as I pressed it against my swollen, separated lips.
"Mmm," I moaned softly as I gave myself an exaggerated squeeze before I brought my hands up again and around to the tops of my ass cheeks. I turned and took a couple of steps, my hips undulating seductively. I tossed a glance over my shoulder to make sure all three of them were still watching, then bent quickly, my hair tumbling over my head to the floor.
I let my fingers slide into the cleft between my ass cheeks and then pulled them apart as I bent my body almost double. I could feel the air; cool against my wet lips on either side of the vinyl strap that spread them. I slipped a finger beneath the strap to pull it even more tightly against me, for my own pleasure as well as to excite my watchers. I let a few errant thoughts slip into my mind.
The man behind the counter walked over to the front door and locked it, flipping the sign over to say "closed". He pulled the long shade down over the glass and turned back to us. The woman had walked over closer to me already, dropping her clothes on the floor as she approached. She stood next to me fondling her tits and coaxing her nipples to crinkly hardness as I watched.
My Master grabbed both of my wrists and pulled them behind my back, yanking my shoulders sharply. My tits, already bulging in the vinyl straps, jutted forward lewdly. The woman smiled wickedly at him and then bent to put her mouth over one of my swollen nipples. She sucked and swirled her tongue over it until I squirmed then moved her lips to the other, sliding her tongue over my skin from breast to aching breast. I moaned as she sucked my nipple between her teeth and nipped at it. It had been many years since my brief experiences in lesbian sex during college, and I'd forgotten not only how much different it felt when a woman did these things but how arousing it was to me too.
She stepped back and knelt in front of me but a little to the side. I looked at her and then at my master's face, wondering what was up. He held both my wrists in one hand and stepped up beside me. His pants were gone and his cock stood straight out in front of him. She took the massive head in her mouth, engulfed his shaft between her eager lips and impaled herself on it. I could see her throat swell as his cock stretched it.
I watched the enjoyment on my master's face with jealousy as she took more and more of his cock into her mouth and throat. I had choked and gagged as he'd held my head and fucked my own mouth and throat by the side of the road, but she seemed to take him in with ease.
The other man was standing beside me and his own clothes were now scattered on the floor. He also bent to sample my hard, throbbing nipples. His fingers dug into my flesh as he gripped my tits and sucked my nipples hard, his teeth biting. I moaned and pushed them forward into his mouth, wanting more.
He pulled away as I did so, then moved further away to get down on his knees behind the woman. He pulled her legs apart and I watched his cock work it's way between them. He rubbed back and forth as he scooted closer. He held his cock poised at her cunt for a moment, waiting for her to pull her mouth to the top of my master's cock, then with one quick thrust he sank his cock into her and impaled her on my master once more.
"Stay, slut," my master commanded as he let go of my wrists. I whimpered as his touch left me but did as he instructed and stood with my arms still behind my back where he had held them. He turned and took hold of the woman's hair as she continued to swallow his cock and I stood and watched her getting fucked by both of them. She moaned when her throat was empty and thrust her ass back toward the man behind her each time that he withdrew. By all indications she was having a very good time.
They sawed her back and forth between them, one of them impaling her hot, wet cunt and the other filling her tight throat. Each time my master's cock would ease from her throat she would gasp for air, then moan as he pushed back in and the cock in her cunt would pull from her as she began to swallow the monster between her lips again.
"Play with your tits and your clit while you watch, slut," Master ordered, and I obeyed. I pinched and tugged my aching nipples while I squeezed my fingers beneath the vinyl strap to rub my throbbing clit.
The chime that alerted us all that someone else had entered the store pierced through my daydream fantasy and I opened my eyes. I blushed, as I had obviously enjoyed my little performance for my master and the two store clerks. But the unknown intruding on our little scene and my nakedness panicked me. I stepped quickly to my master's side and looked at him for guidance.


The two store employees and I stood watching my slave as she put on a very lewd performance, playing with her tits, her pussy and her ass. Once again I had to adjust my cock in my jeans at her erotic, wanton actions.
The door chime alerted us that someone else had entered the store. It was a good thing as we were all intently watching my slave and wouldn't have noticed otherwise. I looked over my shoulder and saw a man in probably his mid-50's standing with his mouth open, staring with his eyes wide in amazement. My slave returned to my side, now partially hidden by the racks of clothing and my body.
"Take it off, slut. Put it into the basket and dress again," I said quietly. As she complied, I pulled a couple of brightly colored tube tops off the rack and tossed them into the basket too.
Once she was dressed again I had her carry the basket to the counter. I added a large bottle of "Wet Platinum" lubricant from a display there. The clerk totaled the purchases and I paid with my credit card. I also got the business card of his leather working friend as well as one from the shop.
My slave picked up the two bags without being told and we headed for the door. I noticed a rack of weekly newspapers catering to adults at the end of the counter that I hadn't seen on our arrival. The clerk said all were free except one, but since I'd made such a large purchase I could take that one too. I thanked him, took a copy of each one and had her put them into the shopping bags.
My Bonnieslave pushed the door open with her ass and held it for me as I exited the store. Once again my hand claimed an ass cheek and we walked back to the 'Vette. She opened my door for me and handed me the bags once I was in the car. As she went around to get in, I removed what I wanted from them and I stowed the rest far enough in the back that they were out of sight.
When she was seated I reached behind her seat and held out the wireless remote controlled vibrator. "Skirt to your waist, slave, legs wide and ass at the edge of the seat," I told her as I installed the batteries in both parts of the unit. I also got some alcohol swabs from the first aid kit and swabbed it with them to clean it before its use.
She was ready by the time I was screwing the end cap onto the vibrator. Her eyes followed my hand as I slowly moved it toward her sopping wet cunt. "Pull your lips wide apart, slut. Let me see your cunt as I push this in as far as I can. Now, slave."
Without hesitation her hands dropped into her lap. Her thumbs and fingers dug into her wet lips and nearly jerked them apart to bare her drooling fuck hole to me. We both watched as I pressed the new vibrator against her hard clit.
"Beg for it, slut," I said softly. When she did I turned on the remote. The little red light came on and the vibrator began to buzz. Her eyes slammed shut, her head fell back and her hips jerked up to press her clit harder against the buzzing vibrator. I watched her shiver as she moaned low and long.
I slid it slowly down her slit and then turned it off. Just as slowly I pushed it deep into her cunt until it pushed hard against her cervix and turned it back on. Her body shuddered and her moans became a barely coherent string of what "vanilla's" like to call "dirty" talk as she begged me for more and for permission to release.
I chuckled wickedly and whispered into her ear as I licked it, "No, fucktoy. You'll hold it or be punished." She moaned some more as she quivered there, the vibrations deep inside of her making her hips move seeking something to fuck. I placed my hand on her belly and pressed down hard enough to feel the vibrations in her cunt.
"My slave like how that feels as I press on it and it buzzes in her cunt?" I asked rhetorically. I laughed quietly and lifted fingers wet with her cunt juices to her mouth. I pushed them inside to be sucked clean.
"Mmm, very nice, very erotic. You are a good cocksucker and will become a better one very quickly, slut. Soon I'll be able to fuck your face and throat and you won't choke." Her reaction was predictable and I chuckled as I dried my fingers on my thigh and started the 'Vette.
Off we went to the second store I'd planned to visit, which was a little larger than the first. That would be the last of our shopping this Saturday, our first full day as Master and slave. Then home again and it would be time to play with her and use her. As I learned all of the ways to use my slave, I found that I enjoy this lifestyle even more than I thought I might. I know that she is also enjoying it despite the conflict I see on her face from time to time, and wonder if it is as unexpected for her as it is for me.
It was about a twenty-minute drive to the neighborhood on the other side of the city. I alternated turning the vibrator on and off as I drove, relishing the reactions of my slave as the vibrations started and stopped inside her.
The shop was big enough that it occupied two storefronts in the strip mall where it was located. Again I waited for my slave to open my door. Once the car was secured we headed toward the store with my hand again kneading her ass. I squeezed it hard as she reached for the door handle, and as I squeezed I turned the vibrator on again.
Her ass jerked at the combination of my fingers digging into her cheek and the vibrator again coming to life. Her knees gave slightly and she whimpered at the feelings that once more drove her closer to the precipice of orgasm. I smiled as I felt her fighting to contain it.
The store was even larger than it looked from the outside. A quick scan of the place revealed that there were several customers inside as well as three clerks tending the shop, one female and two males. It seemed to contain the usual array of sex toys, video tapes and fetish wear, but what drew my attention was a closed door in the back wall with a sign that read "Members Only". My curiosity took me to the counter and I asked the clerk about the member's only area.
"It's your typical dungeon-type room with various pieces of equipment," he answered. "We rent it to members by the hour. Membership fees are ten dollars a year and the room rents for fifteen a half-hour or two hours for fifty. We also have a video camera available to rent if you want to record your time here for viewing later. That's twenty dollars more and plus a new blank cassette."
"I'll pay for a membership and take the room for two hours then," I told him. "I'll want to use the camera and I'll pay for all of it when I pay for my purchases."
"I'll make sure the room is ready and prepare your membership card for when you check out," the clerk replied.
I sent my slave for a shopping basket and then headed directly to the BDSM equipment section. One by one I chose several assorted cat-o-nine tails or floggers from very fine and light tails to one with at least thirty inch tails about three-quarters of an inch wide and of very heavy weight. I put them all in the basket when she arrived.
Two sets of lined, leather cuffs were added to the basket and then two collars of heavy leather, one narrow and one wide. I added two gags, one a ball gag and the other with a leather penis shaped protrusion, and then I put in a blindfold. I chose a flexible leather paddle and a wide piece of leather with strips cut into it and attached to a handle. My final selection was a fairly heavy ball with swivels and chains on either side with a small ball at the end of each chain. The large ball was covered in glitter and dozens of what looked like carpet tacks.
The clerk totaled my items at the counter and added the membership fees, the two-hour room rental and the extra charge for the video camera. I gave him my credit card, then pulled the wider collar from the pile of items. While the clerk behind the counter and the two customers now waiting behind us watched, I buckled the collar around my slave's neck and swatted her ass.
"To the member's room, slave. Now. Looks like I won't have to wait until we get home to try these out on you."



Chapter Fifteen:



As we reached the black "members" door in the back of the store I heard a buzz and the click of an electric lock opening when he pushed a button from behind the counter. She pushed it open and held it as I entered the dark room. I found the light switches to the left of the door and kept my hand on one as I directed slave Bonnie to close the door. She stepped to my side and the door closed with a firm thud and the solid click of the latch clicking. I felt for the door and latched the inside dead bolt and there we stood together in complete darkness.
"Before I turn the lights on, slave, set the bags down and strip," I commanded. "I wish you naked when you see all that is in here and wonder where I will use you first. I want to watch your body as you first imagine where I'll have you fastened and how I'll use you. Tell me when you're naked, my painwhore."
She answered softly with a little tremor in her voice. The silence was broken only by the whisper of silk as she removed her blouse, then the metallic sound of the zipper on her skirt followed by leather sliding over her firm flesh. Then she told me she was naked.
"Now, my slut, come and undress me for I shall use you fully in this our first BDSM experience in a dungeon setting. I'll arouse you, give you the pain we both know you like so much and are beginning to crave, then I will fuck you, my slave. I will take you and claim you as my slave yet again in this new place. You may begin undressing me now."
Her voice still trembled as she answered but this time it sounded as if it were tinged with excitement and elevated arousal. I'd left the vibrator buzzing away in her cunt the whole time and I could clearly smell the scent of her lust as she started to remove my clothes.
First she removed my shirt and T-shirt. As her hands moved to my belt buckle, she leaned close enough that her hard nipples brushed my chest and I could feel her hot, quick breaths on my bare skin. Belt unbuckled and the rest undone, her nipples slid down my torso as she knelt and asked me to lift each foot. She removed my boots and socks quickly and then pulled my jeans off. Now I stood as naked as she was with my hard cock sticking out in front of me. As she stood up again she bumped it with her head. She let it slide down her face to her mouth for a kiss and a gentle suck, then swiped her tongue across the head before she rose to her feet.
As she got to her feet, she let my cock's head slide down her body between her tits and over her stomach to rest at the apex of her mons and pussy slit. I clicked on the light switch and a single overhead florescent fixture came on. My hands cupped her head and kept her facing me so she couldn't see what was in the room behind her yet as I looked around at the various apparatus.
There was a St. Andrew's cross with many straps on the arms and legs of the large "X" and small foot rests with openings for the toes. Near it was a table that could be a rack or by the look of the near end of the table be used to spread her legs wide and tie them in place. There was a padded bench to kneel astride along with stocks like the Puritan's used for head and wrists except these were padded on the inside. Next was a bar hanging from a pulley with the crank on the wall to stretch a slave or suspend her; and a rack of horizontal bars on the wall to fasten a slut to. In a corner there was a sling hanging from the ceiling. It had a strap for a backrest and one for a seat, with loops for feet or ankles and wrists. Finally there were two long pieces of chain fastened to the ceiling and the floor to fasten a slave to and immobilize her as one wished.
I decided to begin with the columns of chain and her new cuffs. "Stand still, slave. Don't turn and don't move," I ordered. I retrieved the cuffs from their bag and put one on each wrist. Then I had her place each foot on my thigh one at a time to cuff her ankles.
"Shut your eyes, slave. Keep them closed until I tell you otherwise," I instructed her then led her across to the chains. There were clips on each section of chain for wrists and ankles and several other places that would work with thigh cuffs and perhaps a bondage belt. I stretched one arm up at a time and clipped each to a chain on either side of her then squatted and clipped her ankles. Her feet were now chained about four feet apart as were her arms. She was held in place fully open and helpless.
There was a small, freestanding closet in the corner and I went over to see if it contained anything useful or interesting. Inside were many lengths of rope and more clips for fastening to cuffs. There was an assortment of things that could be used to bind or tie a slut in place, like a roll of nylon cord and one of sisal twine. There was also a folding card table and a tripod.
I picked through the rope and selected four sections of cotton clothesline and the nylon cord. I took them back to where she was fastened and used the clothesline to bind her elbows and knees to the chain too. Now there was constant tension on her limbs as it was necessary to pull the chain a bit to tie her in place and now her arms and legs had even less mobility. Her hips and torso could move a little bit and of course her head was free to move as she wished.
The card table and tripod were next, and I put the table beside her as she stood naked and helpless, her eyes still shut tight. I set up the tripod about five feet in front of her and mounted the video camera. I turned it on and focused and smiled at the picture she made in the small LCD screen.
Next I moved the bags next to the table and began to arrange my purchases for easy access. The floggers were laid out from the lightest to the heaviest. The crop was next, then the paddle and last the stiff leather with strips and a handle, which the clerk had told me was a tawse.
After all the items had been set out I went to the light switches. There were a lot of them. One bank contained a switch for a spotlight for each piece of equipment in the room as well as a master dimmer switch that controlled them all. I left the one for the chains on and looked around the room very carefully, including all the a/c vents, to assure that no one else was video taping what was going to happen. When I was satisfied that I would have the only tape I returned to my slave.
I leaned forward and sucked in a nipple as I turned off the vibrator. She whimpered as the buzzing insider her stopped. I moved to her other nipple as I pulled the vibrator from her wet cunt. She moaned as it began to slide from her and pushed her hips forward sharply as it left her, as if to recapture it. I put the slick, sticky vibrator on the card table and moved behind the video camera.
"You may open your eyes and look around now, my slave," I said quietly.


It was an interesting feeling, undressing in the total darkness in a strange place, not knowing what I would find when the lights went on. I didn't know my Master well enough yet to be able to predict his actions at all. It was comforting in a weird sort of way when he told me to undress him too. I thought he might put me on display but not himself.
With the vibrator humming away inside me and the other things that had already happened today I was already very aroused. When he told me he would further arouse me and give me pain (which I had found would do the same) I couldn't prevent the moan that escaped my lips. Despite his blackmail I was reveling in the things I was learning about myself, about him, about the possibilities of living this lifestyle.
I didn't know why these things just excited me more and more but they did. I wondered how I would feel after the weekend when Tom and the kids came home and I resumed the life that right now seemed very far away. I thought briefly, too, of how I would manage to slip away when he called me to him. I already knew I would, it was only a matter of how I would manage it without detection.
I enjoyed the chance to turn the tables on him and do something even a little unexpected, as he couldn't see me either. I did my best to increase his arousal as I undressed him. I did exactly as he asked though, when he turned on the light and told me to close my eyes.
It was intimidating being led across the room with my eyes closed, not yet knowing what else was in the room or what was in store for me. I could hear the cuffs clipped on and feel the chill of metal against my skin but I had no idea what else I was attached to. I wanted to see! It was frustrating to have to keep my eyes closed, and hard to do as I could hear him moving around but no longer had his touch or any recognizable sounds to tell me what he was doing. I could only imagine.
It sounded like he was setting things on something (a table?) he'd dragged over beside me. Was he laying out the whips he'd bought? Would he slap me with the split leather strap first? Would he use one of the gags on me to make sure that no one else heard my screams and cries for him to stop? I shivered as I waited to find out, feeling my areolas tighten.
My whole body jerked as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I gasped in a breath and arched my back, pushing my breasts toward him. Then I whined as he turned the vibrator off and pulled it from me. My abundant, sticky juices clung both to me and to the vibrator that had felt so good; I felt it when the long strings broke and snapped back to wet my inner thighs.
At his quiet command I opened my eyes to see him behind the video camera first. The rest of the room was in dim shadow compared to the spotlight that gleamed on the small area I was chained in. When I saw the little red light that indicated the camera was recording I immediately thought of how I'd felt the night before as he pointed his camera at my naked body as I climbed in and out of Jeremy's car. It already seemed like a lifetime ago.
I wondered for a moment if he would use this tape as an opportunity to further reinforce his blackmail. He probably had cameras in his bedroom that had recorded all we'd done there, too. Then I realized it didn't matter. I was sure I would enjoy whatever he did to me. It seemed to be the pattern that was developing.
The array of floggers and gags on the table beside me should have intimidated me but the chill I got was not one of dread but of expectation. The tickle rose up my back until I couldn't help but shiver. I knew whatever he did to me would involve pain, but I wanted it.
The light directly on me was much brighter than the rest of the room but I did my best to see what else the room held. I'd never been in a dungeon before and I wanted to see it all. If he started here I wanted to see what else there was he could be saving for later. At the chuckle Master gave as I squinted into the shadows I figured I eventually would.
I looked back to my master as he stood there behind the camera. The look on his face and in his eyes told me how I must look spread, chained and totally vulnerable to his every whim. His smile widened, as had my eyes as I looked around. He began to walk toward me and I shivered in anticipation of what he would do.


I smiled to myself as I watched my painslut look around the room trying to see past the bright light at what was around her. I could sense the anticipation she felt.
"Well, my slave, let's begin," I said as I sat on the floor between her legs. I scooted forward so that just by tipping my head my mouth could reach her slit. Her pink flesh was clearly displayed since her position pulled her puffy lips apart. Her hard clit was revealed as it peeked out from its concealing hood and also her cunt's mouth as it oozed its juices.
"You are my slave, aren't you? My pain slut to torment or torture in any way I choose as long as I do it according to the tenets of the lifestyle I've read so much about. Our play will be safe, sane and consensual. Well perhaps not quite consensual in your case but you understand what I meant, slave.
"As this is the first dungeon for either of us I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to sexually tease and torture you until you are crying in need, until you are desperate. I'm going to torment you until you are so desperate for orgasm that you will beg and plead for me to do anything, to fuck you anywhere if I'll just allow your release.
"You'll whimper and moan; you'll whine and scream and cry before I'm done with you today. Oh, how you'll beg for your master's mercy and plead that I grant you release instead of taking my pleasure with you and leaving you a red-hot slut in desperate need. Pray that I don't leave you that way until I decide you've earned an orgasm in some way." As soon as I finished speaking I pursed my lips and inhaled deeply. I leaned forward a bit to blow on her clit with a gently breath until I'd emptied my lungs. Her hips were moving, seeking long before I ran out of breath.
I rose and looked into her eyes. "Now do you understand what I mean, slave? Sexual torment mixed with the pain we've both found that we enjoy. With me giving and you receiving it heightens the lust and passion for us both."
Her tits were lifted high on her chest by her position. I slapped first one and then the other, which made them collide, then jiggle until they settled back into place. A light red handprint appeared on the outer curve of each.
The lightest flogger's tails were made of latex. They were supposed to have the same feel as natural horsehair without the possible health problems that horsehair could pose. I picked it up and my wrist began to rotate. The myriad of tails rotated in lazy circles, lightly whispering in the quiet room as the tips grew closer and closer to the hard nipples that crowned her lush tits.
The tails grew closer until the breeze from them caused her to lick her lips in anticipation of the first time they would touch her flesh. However, that wasn't to be yet. I held them there and let the breeze caress her skin. Her nipples and areolas grew even tighter, the skin already taut over her breast. I whirled the tails of the flogger slowly, teasing and tormenting her, making her wait as she nearly writhed in anticipation of what was to come.
I dipped my hand and the direction of the flogger's rotation reversed without warning. "Splat!" The tails impacted first on her clit, then wrapped around her crotch so that the tips struck her tight ass hole. As the tails dropped free I reversed the flogger again. The tails landed first across the nipple and upper slope of one tit, then I quickly moved and the tails landed on the other. Now both tits had a faint red blush on their upper slopes.


I could feel all my nerves standing on end as he came back over to me and unexpectedly sat down in front of me. My mind whirled as he told me what he was going to do and how he would make me beg. I already knew that I would beg him. Not only did I fear disobeying him but also he could make me feel things I'd never even imagined before and I would do almost anything to keep feeling them.
His breath was warm against my already swollen pussy as he spoke. My excitement had mounted since we'd walked in the door of the dungeon and my body was primed for whatever he was going to do to me. A shudder went up my spine as he leaned forward and began to blow gently. By the time he was finished I was already writhing against the air, trying to reach his lips.
There was satisfaction in his eyes, as he knew he'd already begun to succeed. His kind of torment was working, making me desire that incredible release I'd already experienced at his hands. His slaps were without warning, making me gasp more from surprise than from pain, though I could feel the sting his hands left behind. He had indeed begun. The warmth from his slaps to my tender breasts seared his handprint into my mind and then spread lower, inflaming me.
The whisper of the flogger's tails in the air seemed to tickle wickedly in my ears. They murmured to me how much I would love their kiss, how I would crave their touch on my skin. He moved closer as he spun the flogger in the air and it sang its siren song to me. I tried to predict when the tails would first strike me and arched my body toward him, the anticipation making me squirm.
I had just taken a breath when he suddenly swung the whip downward between my spread legs. I exhaled in a yelp as the tips of the tails landed on the tenderest flesh in my open pussy, on my hard clitoris, the mouth of my cunt and my tender asshole. I hadn't anticipated that move at all. The sting turned into warmth that spread through my pussy, the ensuing blood flow engorging my lower lips even further.
There was barely enough time for another breath before he struck me again. "Ohhh," the air rushed from me at the fiery sting of the tails across my nipple and the delicate flesh above it. He whipped them through the air just as quickly to bite painfully at my other nipple and bring it to taut attention.
I moaned as he paused and spun the flogger in front of me. My tits were warm from his slaps and the fall of his whip across my skin. I ached for his touch, for his cock, or even for more of the stinging tails of the flogger. I couldn't stop myself from pushing toward him in a silent plea for more.
He smiled faintly as he watched me twist in front of him. He enjoyed giving me this pain, knowing it would lead to the ultimate pleasure for both of us. His hard cock standing out before his tight belly was evidence. I shivered with the knowledge that this was only the beginning. He had many tools at his disposal and many ways to make me squirm and beg. It was going to be a very interesting afternoon for both of us.


Chapter Sixteen:



Watching her as she strained to reach for more and listening to her little sounds of need and arousal was all too wonderful for words to describe adequately. The tails of the faux horsehair flogger continued to spin before her, moving clockwise just as it had been when I'd struck her crotch. Again I moved closer until just the very tips of the tails were flicking along the swell on the undersides of her breasts. I moved it slowly side to side, watching as each breast was set dancing by the light impacts of the flogger and her movements. The tails made a muted "thwick, thwick, thwick" over and over, slowly transforming her alabaster skin to a flushed, and more tender and sensitive condition.
I reversed the rotation again and adjusted the position of my hand as she surged against her bindings and the chains, trying to get more, to feel more. Now moving counter clockwise it was easy to let it flick across the tops of her tits and the inner slopes of her impressive cleavage. She gasped as I let it barely touch the tips of her nipples and again she pushed forward wanting, seeking what I was denying her.
I took a step back and swung harder so the tails landed with a splat across her body just below her heaving, jiggling tits. The swinging continued as the flogger gradually moved lower until I reached her knees then back up again just as slowly and methodically. Each time the flogger reached her crotch I moved so the tails wrapped over her upper thighs and just the tips of the strands would hit her swollen pussy lips, deepening their color and making them more and more sensitive. Finally I was back to just below her breasts again and stopped. Just stopped.
I watched, I listened, I smiled as my slave writhed, whimpered and begged me for more, for so much more. Then I gripped the little strands about three inches above their ends and spread them out or fanned them and slowly used them as a brush to stroke her reddened skin. I stroked over her hard nipples, her puckered areolas, up and down her inner thighs and her pussy lips and over her clit. The whole time I watched her body move I also listened to her mewling, gasping, whining and begging as I looked to see what was happening behind her lovely eyes that were full of lust and need, desperate need.
My hand slid lower and bunched the tails together and used the very tips to poke and lightly scratch all over her body, front and back, then I leaned in and lightly blew where I'd just tickled and scratched. The fronts and backs of her thighs, her pussy lips and her slit were all scratched and blown on, as well as both ass cheeks and the cleft between them. I worked my way slowly up her back from side to side until I reached her shoulders. Then I moved around the front of her, began at her mons and moved upward again.
When I reached the undersides of her tits I pushed the prickly little tips into the underside of each and lifted its weight on just the tips. I slowly dragged them from the base of each breast upward until the weight pulled them across each nipple. Her tits dropped back to her chest and then swayed as they settled into their normal position on her heaving, panting chest. She gasped at first, then writhed and babbled what she wanted, what she said she needed.
Without warning I gave a hard swing to each of her tits, then turned and swung underhanded at her crotch. The tails struck her clit and followed her slit across her cunt's mouth to her ass hole. Oh how she moaned and begged as I set the flogger on the table before going back to her again.
Now every place I'd struck with the flogger was licked. I tasted her sweat and reveled in her sounds and her movements as she sought to force her body harder against my tongue to derive the maximum pleasure from what I was doing. I sucked each nipple, gently at first, then nipped them very hard with my teeth and flicked them with my tongue as each was stretched as I slowly pulled my head back.
I moved down her belly to her knees and back up her inner thighs to stop at her cunt. I pursed my lips and surrounded her fuck hole with them. I drank long and fully of the juices that ran freely and seemingly endlessly from within her. As her body arched, her hips pushed her pussy out as far toward me as it could go seeking more and more, my tongue lapped up her slit and I teased her clit with licks as light as the touch of a butterfly's wing. Then it was sucked as hard as I could and gripped it in my teeth to stretch it. Finally I slid my tongue back down her slit to her tightly puckered anal opening to lick and rim it to tease her there too.
Now I sat on the floor cross-legged and watched my slave. I listened to her slave's song of need then looked up into her eyes and smiled. It would be a longer time yet before I'd allow her the release she wanted so desperately and relieve her urgent need. I sat very quietly and admired her flushed, sweat streaked, naked loveliness while I waited for her to calm down so I could start the torment and teasing all over again.


If I had thought the previous night was amazing, was unbelievable, it was nothing compared to being chained and flogged like this. I could only gasp and moan as he tormented me with the tails of the flogger. Everywhere he'd touched me was tingling. My pussy was swollen with arousal and had become an entity of its own, which made me whimper with growing need.
Each time he lashed with the flogger I jerked away instinctively then pushed myself toward him for more. He was indeed a Master of Torment as he tickled me with the breeze from the tails and then lightly flicked them just below my nipples. I thrust my breasts toward him, but he ignored my pleas and denied me more until he was ready.
I wanted more. I needed more sensation than just the flicking tails; stronger, stinging sensations to flow and pulse through my body to my throbbing clit and dripping pussy until my brain was overloaded. My voice rose to give sound to my thoughts and I begged him for more.
"Yes, please Master, give me more! Heat my tits with your tools of pain to add to my pleasure. Lash me harder please Master!" I cried out. He answered my plea by slapping the flogger harder against me.
The fire it left as it struck my swollen, wet pussy lips seared through me. My lips became even more engorged and the very beat of my heart made my pussy clench and release for want of something, anything to fill it.
As he poked and tickled and blew against my skin, I prickled with goose bumps that became shivers of added pleasure. My body was hot and cold at the same time. Again and again I felt a surge of heat through my body that rose from my throat in moans and whimpers.
His thorough covering of my body with his tongue had left my cunt and ass twitching with the need to be filled. It was all I could do to stay in control as he sucked my clit into his mouth. A shudder ran from my toes to the top of my head as I strained to hold off my orgasm despite my body's natural desire to push back against him and surrender to the crescendo of sensations that would envelope me.
The craving he'd awakened in me to have my ass fucked by his long, thick cock was aroused again by his tongue rimming my ass. I shivered and twitched as his tongue slowly swirled around my tightly clenched hole. My mind darted quickly over how he had so thoroughly stretched my ass around his cock the night before. Memories of the pain as he'd pushed into my ass and then savagely rammed his burning shaft of pain and pleasure into me over and over only made me want it again.
I could almost feel his eyes roving over me as he sat back to watch my body writhe of its own accord, whines of need rising from my throat. I could feel the blush of heat the flogger had caused radiating through my body and each place he'd struck or poked or tickled or scratched with the tails sent a current between my legs. My pussy pulsated in reaction, as even his eyes seemed to heat my skin.
Again I begged for him to do anything and everything to me. "Please Master, please don't stop. Please do something! Do whatever you like to me Master, only please don't stop. I'm so turned on, so hot with need for release. Please, Master, continue and give me more pain, more teasing and more pleasure for it all. Please use me, Master. Use me for your pleasure and please allow me mine too."
I broke off pleading to groan as he looked up at me and smiled. I couldn't read his thoughts but I could see the heat and lust in his eyes. I knew he wasn't finished with me yet.


"More, my slave? My pain slut craves more? So be it. More you shall feel and receive," I said. I rose to my feet again now that she was back from the edge of the precipice of her release. I moved to the table and picked up the tawse, then stood and slapped it on my inner forearm to get a feel for it and judge its bite. I saw the trepidation in her eyes as she saw the red marks it left behind.
I moved to the side so my arm was behind her and slowly pulled my arm back. Her head twisted as her eyes followed it. As she waited for me to swing she pushed her ass back as far as she was able so it presented a taut, prominent target. The longer she waited the more her ass swung from side to side as she whined and begged me not to make her wait. The longer I held off the more visible was her anticipation as it built within her.
Splat! Splat! I swung twice with a moderate amount of force and without pause or hesitation between the strokes. The first swing impacted her closest ass cheek, the fingers diving into the cleft of her ass. That protected and so tender skin felt the bite of the many leather fingers for the first time. The second swing was across her other ass cheek with the fingers smacking the outside of her hip.
The sound of the smacks hadn't even faded from the room when her hips shot forward in reaction to the double impact and her mouth flew open. There was just a moment's hesitation as the burning areas in her ass cheeks assailed her senses and finally reached her mind. Then her shriek of pain filled the room, overshadowing the fading sounds of the tawse strikes.
When her lungs were empty she gasped to fill them again, then groaned as the heat filled her ass, flowed to her cunt and then moved through the rest of her body. I very lightly caressed the hot, red marks on her ass as I waited again. Without missing a beat I moved to her other side and switched the tawse to my other hand. There are advantages to being ambidextrous, I thought with a smile.
I was still caressing her as I drew my arm back and waited until her head turned to look at me. Then I swung.
Splat! Splat! Again her ass was struck as it wiggled and moved forward and back. I met one of her backward movements just below where I'd struck the first time. The leather fingers curled into the cleft of her ass once more, opposite from the marks from the first blow. Then the leather bit into the outside of her hip.
Again her ass shot forward and tried to escape the inescapable, the pain and fire that filled her ass. Her head flew backward and her mouth opened to scream loud and long. She tapered off into a low moan and then whimpers as her hips moved forward and back again and wiggled side to side. Her sounds began to change to those of arousal as I gently caressed her hot flesh and moved to stand on the other side of her to wait with cocked arm.
My slave's head swung toward me as the tears slid down her cheeks and showed the depth of what she was feeling, all the pain and arousal as her lust built yet again. Her eyes moved to my arm and she slowly nodded. She moaned low in anticipation, as she pushed her ass back as far as she could.
Splat! This time it was a single impact on the under slopes of both ass cheeks that lifted her to her tiptoes. The area where her upper thighs meet her ass was my target but her position also presented her pouting pussy lips so that they were struck as the leather impacted her ass and bowed a bit between them.
She moved as if struck by sudden convulsions. Not only her hips and ass moved but her entire torso shivered from what she was feeling. Her scream was soundless at the unexpected meeting of leather and pussy lips. Her eyes flew open and stared sightlessly at the ceiling as she shook her head over and over as if saying "No! No!", but when her body had stilled she once again presented her ass by pushing it back as far as possible.
I reached over and picked up the faux horsehair flogger again. I looped the tails so I could fan them out as I held the handle and used them to very lightly and gently brush all the fiery skin that I'd just struck with the tawse. She wriggled as she moaned and whimpered, and then sighed when I stopped.
Splat! I took a quick step across to her other side, changed hands and swung again. Splat! This time it was to the tops of her thighs with the tips landing on the insides of her thighs just below her pussy lips. Her hips moved back and then shot forward again as she humped the air, seeking something to fill the void between her legs, something to take her, to fuck her aching cunt.
I knelt on one knee between her legs and moved closer to her. The heat from her red skin was palatable as I grew closer and licked along both of her upper thighs, then both her inner thighs and into the crease between thighs and labia. I looked up past the tits dancing on her chest as she shuddered and gasped for breath. I flattened my extended tongue and pressed it hard to her arched pussy slit. The tip of it touched her ass hole and she shivered as if suddenly freezing. Then I slid my tongue forward so I could slurp her juices as they flowed steadily from the depths of her steaming cunt. Then up to her clit for a lick and a quick bite as I stretched it, still flicking it with my tongue. When I was done I sat back on the floor to take in all of her lovely nakedness, occasionally meeting her eyes to enjoy what I saw there.
Almost without thinking about it I set the horsehair flogger down and closed my fist around my cock. I began stroking it slowly, spreading the leaking pre-cum over its wide head as I watched my slave Bonnie. I sat there slowly stroking and waiting until her body again began to calm and she returned from near orgasm.


I eyed the tawse with uneasiness as he picked it up and slapped it against his forearm. The red marks it left there told me this was no gentle sting coming. Even so, when he moved beside me I couldn't help but eagerly thrust my ass back to receive its bite. The seconds ticked by as he let me wait. My ass was almost dancing in expectation of the feel of the tawse connecting with my tender skin.
"Please Master, don't make me wait, I whined as I shivered. "I know it'll hurt, Master, but please do it now, let me feel it..."
I hadn't even finished speaking when the two blows landed one right after the other. Twin flashes went off in my brain and I screamed as body and mind reacted to the impact of leather and flesh. I had expected it to burn more than the sting of the flogger's swinging tails but I hadn't imagined it would bite me so hard!
My hips bucked forward too late to escape the pain, but it was instinctive. I could feel the heat spreading throughout my body and moaned my pleasure as my juices oozed onto my thighs. His touch was so soft on the marks he'd just made it that I barely felt it. A shiver ran up my spine as his fingers only made my reddened skin feel hotter.

Even though I now knew the pain I'd feel, once I again arched my ass behind me to receive the strikes I knew he would deliver, and again he made me wait. His gentle caresses lulled me. I turned to see his arm cocked to bring the leather down. Then, very quickly, he did as I expected. My ass jerked with the first blow as I saw it coming but with that new pain the next landed to quickly for me to flinch.
I tried to scream that it hurt, that my ass was on fire and the cleft between my cheeks an inferno, but the only thing that came from my mouth was a long, shrill howl of pain. I whimpered as I sucked in more air and tears welled in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks.
My hips waggled back and forth to try to somehow assuage the pain. My pussy was pulsing deeply, its needs becoming a constant lament in my head, wanting me to beg him for more and to plead for him to fill me. My yearning for his cock grew as he softly stroked the marks he'd just made. I knew he waited on some sign from me to give me more and I moaned softly. His warm fingertips just increased my body's heat.
I arched my back and extended my ass even a little further, my skin stretched taut and waiting. I wanted it. I really wanted to feel more of that sudden flash of heat that seared me so deeply, and then flowed through me like a hot current of passionate lust. I turned to look at him, my moans a plea for him to hurry.
Whether the impact on my reddened and already well-engorged, wet pussy lips was accidental or on purpose I couldn't guess, but the bite of the flogger on that swollen flesh was so much more than I expected. I jerked and bucked and swung on the chains from the pain. I twisted and shook and writhed in my bonds as I screamed noiselessly, my head whipping back and forth in denial. The sweat rose on my skin and the tears slid down my cheeks but still I thrust my ass back in a silent plea for him to strike me again.
What was I doing begging him for more? Why was I pleading with him to hurt me and then fuck me like some wanton slut? "That's what I am," I thought as I waited for him to continue. I was a wanton slut, owned as if I'd been paid for, his pain whore. And I wanted more. So much more of what he could give me.
The leather of the tawse wasn't what met my prickling, stinging skin. The unexpected brushing of the light flogger's many tails on the patches reddened by the leather made me shudder and moan. As he moved them over my scorched skin I couldn't help but whimper, not only because it hurt me and added to my arousal, but because I also wanted more. I wanted him to hurt me until I could no longer stand it, until I'd truly had enough and my pussy was so swollen and needy I cried for him to fill me.
His next two blows with the tawse came suddenly, as unexpected as his brushing me with the flogger's prickly tips. He moved so quickly and quietly from one side to the other that I hardly noticed as one followed the other before I could recover. My arms were yanked by the chains as my body twisted and my hips jerked forward from the intense burn.
I rocked back and forth, wanting him to fill my aching pussy so badly. I panted and gasped as the fiery marks from the tawse seared into my mind. He was kneeling in front of me so quickly, and I shivered as he moved closer to me. My head tipped back as he licked and sucked me from one end of my slit to the other. Did he know how great my lust for him was at that moment?
I moaned as his tongue flicked rapidly across my clit. I begged softly, "please," as his hand wrapped around his cock and began to stroke its weeping hardness. He just kept looking at me, into my eyes for a moment and all over my quivering body, then back up to seek out the secrets in my eyes once more.
As I regained a little control and my breathing slowed, I watched him as carefully as he watched me. His hand moved slowly and evenly up and down his thick shaft, his thumb moving up to spread the seeping drops of pre-cum over its bulging head. I no longer cared about finding my limits. I wanted his cock so badly, to fill my aching cunt and fuck me until he could no longer deny me my release, and no longer hold his own.
"Please," I repeated as softly as before.
"Please what, slut?" he asked; though I was sure he knew the answer already. His attention went immediately to my blushing face.
"Please fuck me, Master." I began quietly, then my tone rose with my need and I begged more fervently. "Please use me, Master. My pussy is so hot, and so wet. You've built such a fire in me, Master, a yearning that only your cock can quench. Please Master, let me give you my body for your pleasure." I was saying anything I could think of to let him know how great my need for him was and how much I desired to bring him pleasure; anything that might convince him to fuck me.




Chapter Seventeen:


"Ah, my sweet little pain slut, my fuck toy and slave, indeed you will feel my cock. I will certainly fuck you, and I'll fuck you as hard and as deeply as I can, but not quite yet my hot little bitch, not yet," I said as I stood.
I moved forward until my cock was between her legs and pressed up against her slit. My hips began to slowly move back and forth, rubbing her slick, wet slit as I began to untie her arms. Then I unclipped her wrists only to clip them behind her back as soon as they were free of the chains.
Her eyes never left me and her hips moved in counterpoint to mine. Her slave's song of need and lust was nearly constant, broken only by hoarse whispers as she told me what she wanted and that she'd willingly do anything I wished if she could have it, anything without question or hesitation, she assured me.
With her arms now free from the chains I squatted and unfastened her legs and then her ankles. "Stay," I commanded. I turned off the camera then returned to her. I pinched a hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger and used it to lead her to the next piece of equipment I'd chosen. I told her "heel, my hot, wet bitch," and led her to the very unusual table and had her perch on its edge.
I unclipped her wrists from behind her back and laid her on her back along its top. Each wrist was fastened over her head and each leg was extended along the inverted vee at the other end. Ankle cuffs were fastened to the table and again my pain whore was helpless before me.
I moved across the room and found the switch that illuminated the table and shut off the one over the twin chains. I moved the table of "toys" next to her and then the camera. To capture all of the action, I placed the tripod on the table so it pointed down at her well-displayed, naked body. It captured the image of her spread eagle on the table from head to toe.
Now I picked up the second heaviest flogger and stood next to her across from the table with the camera, facing it. "Now, my pain whore and slave, let's see how you like the feel of this flogger, shall we?"
I tickled and teased her by slowly dragged the leather tails over her from knees to face, letting her feel their coolness and smell the leather. Then I lifted it so the tails dropped over my shoulder and struck my back. I swung and they hissed softly as they arced up over my shoulder again and down to land with a splat across her lower belly, just above her shaven mons. Her song and slave's dance started again; however, unlike previously there was no pause or respite.
Splat! The tails landed on her upper belly. Splat! They struck a thigh just above the knee. Splat! The leather hit just below her heaving, quivering tits. Splat! They smacked on the other thigh just above the knee. Splat! The tails slapped across her belly again just above the place I previously flogged. Splat! They landed across her upper chest, just at the base of the upper slopes of her tits.
Splat! Splat! Now they struck her thighs higher than the last, closer to her gaping pussy lips. Splat! The tails hit the upper slopes of both tits, making them bounce and dance. Splat! Finally they struck the last unflogged area of her belly. Now she was well covered with red lines and streaks. Splat! Splat! Both thighs were flogged again just below her pussy lips. Splat! The undersides of both tits were struck, driving them toward her face only to rebound, then jiggle and bounce as they settled. Splat! The tails smacked across the apex of her slit and her clit.
Splat! I swung the tails across one nipple so the ends of the tails curved to follow the contour of her tit, the ends biting into the inner slope of her cleavage. Splat! The leather slapped across the other nipple so the tails bit into the outer swell. I moved quickly around the table to the other side. Splat! I aimed across the nipple closest to me again, the tips of the tails claiming its inner slope. Splat! Now the other one, to kiss the outer slope of this tit with the tips of the tails.
I moved to the head of the table again. As I looked down the length of my slave's squirming, shuddering body I saw two clips and a box shaped outline on either side of her head. I draped the flogger over my shoulder with a smile and released the catches.
Holding her head by her hair with one hand, I lifted it and slid out the removable piece. I then lowered her head so it now tilted back and she was facing me with her chin up and her hair hanging loosely down to the floor. I set the piece of wood down, gripped the handle of the flogger and swung it down the length of her body.
Splat! The tails went straight down the length of her pussy slit from its apex until the tails vanished as they curved and molded around her body, the tips striking her asshole and cheeks. As her mouth flew open my hips moved forward and my cock's head filled it, muffling her sounds as I began to slowly fuck my slave's face.
Splat! Splat! I swung the flogger's tails down the outside of one thigh, then the other. Splat! The leather slapped down her belly leaving red streaks across the ones already there and I fucked her mouth slowly as she sucked and licked me like a crazed, starved, cock hungry slut and slave. Her constant sounds of need and passion, of pain, vibrated on my hard, mouth fucking cock.
Splat! The tails struck down the length of her slit again, over her swollen clit and pulsing cunt's mouth to her ass hole and cheeks. I pressed into her throat and watched it swell as I slid deeper and deeper. I pressed closer until her lips were tight to my belly and my sac rested across the bridge of her nose, my balls on her eyes.
I paused briefly to relish the feelings she was giving me as her rapid swallowing jacked off my cock. Then I backed slowly out again until just the head was in her mouth. Her tongue danced over it as she sucked and licked me.
Splat! Splat! I whipped the flogger across both nipples again so the tips of the tails bit into the undersides of both tits. My cock left her mouth, trailing a string of pre cum until it broke and fell onto her face. The flogger went over my shoulder again and I picked up the wooden panel. I gripped her hair and pulled her hair back up again so I could replace the panel. She begged constantly for me not to stop as the latches were secured again.


His promise that he would fuck me incited me more than I would have imagined just a day ago. I reveled in the feel of his skin against mine as he rubbed his cock against my swollen slit and remembered how it had felt as he'd driven it into me the night before. I was trembling as he unfastened me from the chains, but it was from lust, not fear. I wanted him even more than ever, more than when I'd begged him to fuck me before. I would do anything; endure anything if he would just fuck me again.
I couldn't escape his eyes. They held mine as I moved my hips to rub against his cock. I couldn't tell him enough how its hardness was driving me crazy with craving, with lust, how badly I needed him to fill me. I begged him over and over to please fuck me now, to please allow me my release now. I promised him anything if he would just grant me what I craved.
His answer was to free my legs from the chains and turn off the camera. His only command to follow him to a strange, padded table across the room was his pinching grip on my nipple. Once I'd been secured to the tabletop I felt even more helpless than I'd felt between the chains. At least then I'd been on my feet and upright so I could see everything. With my arms restrained over my head and my legs stretched out to pull my body taut I couldn't see a lot.
I blinked in the sudden brightness of the spotlights as they went on overhead, and I shuddered as he picked up another flogger. The cool leather warmed against my hot skin and the scent of it was almost intoxicating. I breathed deeply of the aroma of the leather tails as he dragged them over my face. I saw him flip the tails up over his shoulder and waited for them to come back down to meet my waiting, quivering flesh.
I couldn't believe how much I was looking forward to the smack of the leather tails somewhere on my tingling skin. I knew it would be different than the other one, but surely not as fiery as the bite of the tawse on my more tender parts. The anticipation of the unknown was even more stirring and I shivered as I waited.
Finally I saw the tails arc over his shoulder toward me. Their slap on my belly made me buck and jerk. His blows continued hard and fast without pause until I was sweating and gasping, my body shaking on the table. He moved around the table quickly, seeming to take no more than a second or two between each slap of leather on skin.
Just for a second I wondered if the stripes from his flogging would disappear before Tom got home. I hoped so, as I knew he would want to have sex when he returned, he always did. Then I figured we could always do it with the lights off, it wouldn't be anything unusual. It was certainly different that these bright lights above the table. The lights that fully illuminated my nakedness and wantonness for the video camera catching and recording every flinch and gasp in its viewfinder.
The more he flailed me with the flogger's tails the more I arched and squirmed under their sting and perversely, the more I liked it, the more I wanted and craved it and so much more. I could feel the welts rising all over me, on my breasts and belly, my inner thighs and my throbbing nipples.
As each blow landed, the blow before was sending its warm currents straight to my pulsing cunt. This flogging was making me hotter and so much more lewdly wanton than I'd ever felt, even with everything we'd done the night before.
I thought for a moment that it felt like we were on a set for a porn movie, just waiting for the other men to show up and fuck the star senseless, and then I mentally smacked myself. He WAS making his own pornographic movie. I just hoped he kept this one to himself, too. I didn't even want to see what I had become. I wasn't ready for that yet.
If anyone had asked me a week ago, I would have said that someone who enjoyed something like this was too kinky for his or her own good. Now I just wondered what other kinds of perverse and unusual things he would find to make me do and enjoy. I was sure if I didn't enjoy the act, then the flush of humiliation and embarrassment from being forced to do something I wouldn't or couldn't do on my own would arouse me anyway.
I heard the click on either side of my head and felt his hand wind in my hair to lift my head. The removable piece was quite unexpected. Suddenly I was looking at him upside down, his fully erect cock right in my face. I wasn't paying attention, too distracted by the sight of his swollen cock, a drip of pre-cum oozing from the tip, or I might have anticipated his next move. Suddenly the leather tails of the flogger smacked against my gently sloped mound at the top of my slit and the tips whipped around to nip at the soft flesh of my inner ass cheeks and against the tender rim of my ass.
As I tried to scream he stuffed his cock in my mouth and my breath puffed out through my nostrils instead. I sucked and licked his cock hungrily. I slithered my tongue around it as he slowly pushed further into my mouth then withdrew. The musky scent of his crotch filled my nostrils as he slid his shaft between my lips and pushed the fat head of his cock into my throat. I gagged in reflex but he didn't even pause.
I was powerless to stop him as he fucked my mouth, unable to prevent him from flogging me hard and fast, and I didn't want him to anyway. I arched my body off of the table's top to invite, no, to beg for the sting and fire of the flogger. I was helplessly impaled on his cock and reveling in my powerless position and the pain that flowed through me. He had called me his pain whore and I knew it was true.
I gagged as he pushed into my throat but it was not as severe as when he'd rammed it down my throat by the side of the road. I could breathe enough when he withdrew to moan or whimper from the bite of the leather as he aimed it to land down the length of my slit, then he would fill my throat and leave it again so I could breathe in.
His cock slid deeper still until I thought I would suffocate as my lips were pressed against him. I choked as my face was buried in his crotch under his cock, as the length of him was stuffed down my throat and his male scent filled my nostrils. My helplessness felt complete as I bucked in my restraints in a futile attempt to dislodge him. He finally withdrew, my throat working spasmodically to try and spit him out more quickly, my gasp for air immediate.
He held just his bulging head between my lips for a moment and let me take another breath. My tongue savored the pre-cum that was readily seeping and I sucked him, trying to get him to relinquish more of his nectar to me. It had been a little frightening to be so absolutely at his mercy, knowing I couldn't dislodge him or escape, but at the same time it thrilled me beyond reason and I wanted more.
I jerked as his instrument of incredible and wonderful pain and pleasure descended on me again and again. I whimpered as he withdrew his cock completely from my mouth. I wanted more. I wanted to suck and lick him and let him fuck my face until he spewed his cum down my throat and filled my mouth with the taste of his essence. I wanted him to flog me until I was out of my mind with the sting and the heat and the arousal he was building in me.
"Please don't stop, Master!" I cried as he replaced the piece of table beneath my head. "Please don't stop now. Let me suck your cock until you flood my mouth and throat with your cum. Let me please you, Master. I need to taste your cock." I meant every word. I'd never been so hungry for the taste of a man in all my life. At that moment I wanted him to hold my head in his hands and fuck my mouth and throat deeply, to use me hard and let me drink his cum as he groaned out his pleasure.



Chapter Eighteen:


I moved down the table and between her splayed legs. As I reached her crotch, I gripped my cock in my hand to aim at her cunt, which was opening and closing in spasms of need. I pressed my cock head against her cunt and savored the feeling as it was kissed. I enjoyed her struggles to do all she could in her helpless position to drive her cunt onto me.
Oh how my slave wailed and begged. She pleaded and groaned with need and beseeched me to fill her clenching hole with my cock as I stretched to reach the piece of nylon cord I'd previously cut and set on the table. I wrapped it around the base of my cock several times and pulled it tight to tie it off with a quick release knot. Now I would swell larger as I had last night, and only cum when the knot was released.
Then, when I was ready, I drove my hard shaft and swelling cock head into her cunt until I couldn't get another millimeter into her boiling, silken tunnel. My cock head drove onto her cervix, once more stretching her cunt in both width and length.
Splat! Splat! The flogger struck both nipples and then the upper slopes of both tits. Oh, how I thrilled at the lust filled sounds she made. How splendid it was to hear her thank me and beg me for more. I tossed the flogger to the other table and leaned into her trying to get further in. I ground on her cunt's mouth and her clit and my hands gripped her tits hard. My palms pressed on her nipples, forcing them into her tits, and my fingers dug into them both as I kneaded and squeezed.
I drew my hips back so just the head was stretching her fuck hole. As I pulled on her tits I plunged my cock all the way back in, changing the angle to stretch her cunt wall. Over and over I fucked my slave's cunt, each thrust from a new angle, and each one as hard and deep as I could bury my cock. The liquid, squishy sound of cock in cunt and my belly slapping against her sopping crotch filled the room and the explicit words she used to beg me for more and for permission to cum were wonderfully thrilling sounds to my ears.
As I felt my balls tighten, I jerked my cock from her cunt. Oh damn, how she wailed and begged when she found herself empty again. She implored me to give her more, more and harder wherever I chose but not to stop fucking her. She begged me to do anything I desired, just don't stop.


I felt a loss as he moved from my head but when I felt him press the tip of his cock against my eagerly seeking pussy I began squirming, trying to draw him into me. I'd wanted his cock between my lips but suddenly I wanted it to fill my cunt even more. He just held himself there, poised as if to enter me as I twisted and rocked my hips but no further. I looked up at his face to see his smile of triumph as he toyed with me and I responded exactly as he wished and knew that I would. I begged and pleaded with no sense of shame for what I had to have and feel.
"Please Master," I begged him. "Please, don't tease and torment me so much. You've made me so turned on, so red-hot with need. Please fuck me... please, please fuck me, Master! I need to your cock to fill my slick, wet cunt. I need to feel you deep inside me, stretching me, please," I wailed as my pussy twitched and pulsed, seeking that which was so close, yet denied.
His body heat increased mine as he leaned over me, each welt he'd left an even hotter stripe. I wanted so badly to be able to reach up and pull him down onto me, to wrap my legs around him and let my quivering cunt envelop him.
Finally he was ready. As he rammed his full length into me at once, I cried out in pleasure at being so quickly and gloriously full of him. Then I wailed from the pain as he struck across my nipples once more and slapped more heat on the tops of my breasts.
"Oh, yes, thank you Master... please, yes, fuck me, hurt me, whip me!" I babbled as he ground his body into mine. My mind was already swimming with the pleasure of his wide cock forcing its way so far into my molten depths. The heat from the leather quickly traveled from my tits and nipples to my cunt as I gripped him hard with the muscles of my spasming cunt.
My eyes were half closed when I heard the flogger hit the table and felt him lean into me further. I reveled in his roughness as he pressed his hands to my tits and gripped them hard, his fingers digging into my flesh, my nipples smashed into them.
"Yes-s-s! Oh please Master, don't stop yet," I murmured as he pulled back. He only withdrew enough to stab at me from another angle. He stretched me from one direction and then another as he continued to thrust deeply into me. I was helpless to move anything but my head and hips, but I moved them both, doing my best to meet each thrust of his. My head thrashed back and forth and I cried out at each stab deep within me.
His thick, strong fingers pulled on my tits with each plunge. I could hear his cock slipping in and out of me as each stroke increased my already sopping wetness. I could feel each stretching inch as it slid into me and if I lifted my head I could see him adjust the angle before each stabbing, raping thrust. I not only wanted more but I didn't want it to end. I wanted him to fuck me like this forever, his hands buried deep in the flesh of my tits and his cock slamming hard into the very core of me.
"Oh yes, Master!" I wailed as he fucked me. "Yes, fuck me hard and fill my greedy cunt with your cock! Fuck your whore, Master! Take your pleasure from my hot pussy, fuck me hard and pleas-s-se grant my release around you as you fuck your slave! Stab me; impale me with your meat. Use me for your fuck toy. Oh yes Master, yes, take your cunt!" I would never have talked that way with Tom, but somehow the words just seemed to tumble from my mouth before I thought about them and I meant each one of them with all of my body and heart. I was just a wanton slut, his slave bitch and pain whore and loved it.
"Please Master," I begged. "You've built such need in me, let me cum! Please Master, let me release on your big, thick, hard, swollen cock." I was squirming beneath him, jerking and bucking and holding my muscles taut, fighting to keep from exploding around him.
"Oh Master, please! I'm so close!" I exclaimed, my need suddenly becoming even more intense.
All at once he pulled completely out of my wet depths. It was such a shock to be so suddenly empty. He had stroked me so well and I'd been so close to letting go around him whether he gave me permission or not. I couldn't believe he'd stopped and wondered if he knew how close I'd been. I didn't care all I knew was the raging need he'd filled me with.
"Please Master, don't stop!" I cried out and my hips bucked toward the cock that was no longer there. My cunt walls twitched from their emptiness and its mouth hungrily sucked at the air. I needed him to fuck me, to use me with his cock.
I whined for his cock as I still felt my loss. I told him whatever he wanted I would do it if he would just fuck me somewhere! "Use my mouth again, Master! Fuck me deep in my throat and give me the gift of your cum to swallow," I pleaded.
"If not that, Master, shove your cock hard into my cunt again and fuck me there. Stab yourself into my aching, empty pussy and take your pleasure there. Fuck me until your balls boil up and your cum erupts into my womb. Please, Master, fuck my hot cunt and let me release around you as you fill me." I moaned and twisted in lust and frustration as he ignored my pleas.
"Master, please use me somehow... take my ass then, Master. Force your thick, hard cock into my ass. Stretch me until I scream with pain, then scream with the pleasure of the pain, the pleasure as I hear your enjoyment." I begged him to use me. "Please Master, anything, I'll do anything for you, just use me and let me release. Please!"


As I listened to her beg, I slowly released her from the table. I put her on her knees before me and picked up the heaviest flogger, the one with lots of long, wide tails. As I pulled her mouth to my cock I moved her hair over her shoulder to fully bare her back, the last place to feel a flogger would feel the heaviest one.
"Face fuck me, my li'l cock sucking slut, my slave," I commanded. "Deep throat my cock, my hot little bitch, as I flog your back so that from knees to shoulders all of you has felt the heat caused by a flogger's tails. As you suck and face fuck me, you will play with your tits, your nipples and your clit. You WILL hurt them and pleasure them and you will also fuck both of your fuck holes, my slave.
"What you will NOT do is release. Not until I do. My cum is your permission to cum, slave. Is that very clear to you? If so, begin, fuck toy. Face fuck me, my little cum slut."
As her lips encircled the swollen head of my cock her jaw was forced wider than before by how my cock was tied. I watched as she tipped her head back and slowly began to move forward and back, each time taking me a little deeper into her mouth. Her tongue felt heavenly as she flicked at the tender and very sensitive underside of my glans or pressed it along the underside of my shaft.
When I finally reached the back of her mouth and before she tried to take my cock down her throat, I swung the flogger down to impact her back with a loud, thudding, SPLAT as the tails struck the length of her back to her already red ass.
The impact and her reaction drove my cock into her throat. I groaned at the sensations as my now much thicker cock stretched her throat and she swallowed around it.
"Yes-s-s, so-o-o good, li'l slave. M-m-m-m," I moaned.
She pulled back slowly until only the head of my cock was in her mouth. She sucked and licked and then SPLAT! The tails struck again, from near her shoulders all the way down to her ass cheeks. Once more she lurched forward and again my cock filled her throat. She swallowed once and then twice. The sensations were incredible, as was her total submission.
Her obvious delight in what she was experiencing from her position to what she was feeling and doing was clear. It was made even plainer by the vibrations as she moaned around my cock and swallowed yet again before she pulled her head back so I just filled her mouth again.
This became the pattern. She would lick and suck until the tails struck her back and ass cheeks with their thudding smack. Then she would lurch forward with a moan and fill her throat with my cock, moan and swallow again. It was the most glorious blow job/face fuck I'd ever had. Never had I felt these sensations before, this full sense of ownership and mastery. No matter how adventurous my partner, none of my previous sexual experiences could rival this one with my slave.
I felt my balls tighten and draw up, ready to spew forth the hot cum they held, but I still wasn't ready for that. I gripped her hair and pulled her mouth from my cock. Saliva that had been filling her mouth as she licked and sucked me drooled down her chin and long strings broke to land on her tits.
I used her hair to bring her back around to the table again on all fours and then pull her up, this time sideways to the camera. I pushed down on her back until her shoulders rested on the tabletop, then turned her head toward the camera. I moved close enough to drive my cock into her cunt once more. I plumbed its depths from this new position and slammed against her cervix as I fucked her like the hot bitch that she was, from behind and mercilessly. She yelped, then moaned as I ground against her. She again began her explicit begging as she swiveled and rubbed her hot ass cheeks on me each time my cock was driven into and buried in her snatch. Oh how her words inflamed my already aroused, lust filled mind.
The flogger was swung over and over from this new position to land up her back from the top of her ass to her shoulders. Each time I swung I drove into her from a different angle. "I do love stretching her cunt and her reactions as I do it," I thought.
Every time I buried my shaft in her she yelped or made some noise, then moaned low and long as I ground against her cervix. Each time I swung the flogger it landed with a splat and added more lines of redness to her skin.
Again my balls began to tighten and prepare to empty themselves, and again I denied them. I pulled out of her cunt and moved to the side. I swung the flogger and it landed across her ass cheeks. The force of the blow nearly drove her from her position with their weight and the impact, but she recovered and pushed her ass back again as she sang her song. She begged to be filled and fucked again and for permission to release before she thought she'd have to or die.
Over and over I swung. I flogged her from the tops of her ass cheeks to her shoulders. When I felt the imminent need to cum pass again, I once more moved behind my slave. This time the hole I claimed was her tightest one. I laid the flogger over my shoulder, gripped her hips and drove into her ass with one hard, brutal thrust. I drove in until my entire overly engorged cock was completely buried in her ass. I paused to savor the feelings as her ass squeezed so hard and tightly on my cock as it pulsed and waited to allow her ass to adjust to being so full and stretched. I thrilled to her screams of pain, screams that turned into her slut's song of passion as her final fuck hole was taken and filled.
When her hips began to wiggle a bit I took the flogger in hand once more and let it land with yet another meaty splat up her back. Then I began to fuck her with long, hard, deep strokes as her ass moved in time to mine. She drove back hard each time I lunged forward to fill her again. I rammed into her from every angle as she sang for me and begged me to be allowed to cum.
Once more I felt my balls tighten and once more I left her wanting and waiting as she wailed, tears of frustration flowing freely down her face to drip on the table. I shoved the handle of the flogger into her cunt and began to slowly fuck her with it, pushing it as deep as it would go. Then I took her hand and pulled it back to take the place of mine so she was now fucking herself with it.
I moved alongside the table and rolled her to her side, then lifted her upper leg so that her shaved cunt was clearly visible to the camera as she fucked it as hard and fast as her arm would move. I moved up to her head and held my cock in my hand and began to jack it off as she watched licking her lips, her need to suck me making her saliva run and drip from her tongue and the corner of her mouth as it reached for me.
My free hand reached down and pulled the knot releasing the bindings on my cock. I moaned as the feeling of renewed circulation flooded me and I stroked harder and faster. "When you feel it, whore, you may cum, only then," I gasped hoarsely as my balls tightened again. This would be the final time, though, for this time I would cum... all over my slave's face and tits.
I felt the hot sperm boiling up along the shaft of my cock and pinched and twisted one of her nipples, then pulled it hard and stretched her tit. As the first spurt of cum shot from the slit in my cock's head to arc across her cheek and up into her hair, I commanded her in a voice made thick and guttural by the force of my orgasm. "Cum slave! Cum now with your Master. Fuck your slutty cunt and cum. I command and you obey me. Always obey me in all ways my slave. Cum now!"
My second blast of cum shot into her mouth, cutting short her scream of release. She swallowed it, choking as the third struck her in the forehead. Oh how my slave shuddered and writhed as my cum splattered between her eyebrows and splashed up into her hair. The remainder of my cum was directed to her tits and finally there were only dribbles left.
I moved a half step closer and her lips closed around the tip of my cock. She sucked and licked to get every remaining drop into her mouth. I watched as she rolled her tongue around in her mouth before swallowing, then sucked hard on my cock again, striving to draw out even more. Finally there was no more to be had.
Her hand was still fucking her cunt from the flogger and as my cock began to soften I reached down and slowly slid it from her and set it on the tabletop. I raised her to a sitting position and sat behind her with a leg on either side of her still twitching hips. I hugged her tightly while I stroked her hair and belly. We stayed like that facing the camera until she'd calmed and her ragged breathing was more normal.
I picked the flogger up and held the handle before her mouth. She knew what was required and licked and sucked her juices from the wood. I set it down again and used her hair to pull her face around to mine. I kissed my slave long and gently as I held her and rocked us gently.
"You pleased me, my slave, my pain slut," I told her. "I hope you've also been as pleased by our first dungeon experience as I've been. Now you will go to that cabinet and get out the cleaning supplies and clean up the table so it's ready for the next users."
We both rose from the table and as she kind of staggered/wobbled toward the cabinet I chuckled and walked over to the switches. I flipped them all on and flooded the dungeon with light. I turned off the camera and took it from the tripod, then turned it back on to tape her as she did as I'd instructed.
I paid special attention to her face and tits, capturing the splatters of cum on them and the strings between as it slowly dripped from her chin to her tits. It was a lurid display of what she had become--my fuck toy, a clear exhibition of what a pain slut, what a slave she'd now become. When she finished with what I'd instructed, she disposed of the used paper towels and replaced the supplies in the cabinet then turned to me for further instructions.
"Come to my on all fours, my slave. As you are crawling, think of an act to show your total submission to me, your Master. Do it when you've reached me, slave," I ordered quietly. My voice was still hoarse but now from thirst.
As she crawled, she looked up at me with her cum streaked face and hair. My cum was visible on the tops of her swaying tits as it slowly oozed toward her nipples. I watched what I now owned in the camera's display and smiled a happy and fulfilled smile.



Chapter Nineteen:


I knew when he put my on my knees that he wanted me to suck his cock. Or rather, I knew that he was going to shove his cock down my throat. I both feared it and desired it. I also knew that by concentrating on pleasing him with my mouth and tongue it would ease my need a little. Having to play with myself while I did and his flogging me of course added back to it, but I knew I could hold out a little bit longer.
His cock was swollen to huge proportions compared to my small mouth and I took it in slowly. I swirled my tongue over him, wetting him thoroughly so he would slide more easily between my lips. Once his cock was slipping back and forth easily, I slithered my tongue along the underside of his shaft as I pushed my mouth down over him. His cock twitched and jumped as I flicked my tongue along the underside of his glans.
I played with myself as I sucked him as he'd ordered. While I tickled his cock with my tongue I gently kneaded my well-flogged tits. I stroked my warm flesh with my fingertips right up to my taut nipples, then moved my hands back down to grip and squeeze them.
With each stroke in and out of my mouth he pushed a little further in. I knew that soon he would push past the tightness at the back of my mouth and into my throat. I would do my best to fight the impulse to gag, convulsively swallowing around his cock. Then he would pull slowly out of my aching throat as I gasped for air.
I moved a hand between my legs as I thought of the way he would soon fuck my mouth with no mercy. I pushed my fingers into my wet hole and fucked myself hard and fast with them, my juices dripping onto my hand. My other hand was moving back and forth between my tits, squeezing and pulling and twisting my nipples. My cunt twitched and pulsed around my fingers as it ached to be filled with his cock instead.
I did my best to forestall the inevitable. I played my tongue over the head of his cock, sucking it hard and pulling my lips snug around the ridge that defined its spongy crown. Each time he pushed into my mouth I would slide my lips back up his thick, swollen shaft to toy with him again, until he touched against the opening to my throat.
Suddenly the flogger swung down onto my back. The loud, hard splat on the so far untouched skin of my back jolted me forward and shoved his cock deep into my throat. He felt impossibly huge and I choked and gagged to try to dislodge him, but instead he just moaned deep in his chest as my muscles convulsed around him.
He fell into a pattern and I was soon enveloped in a deeper, a thicker fog of lust. The thudding of the flogger against my back and ass, the stretching of my mouth and throat around his immense cock as it thrust into me combined and each added to the intensity of the other. I felt everything to the extreme.
The sounds that filled the room were as exciting as our actions. My moans around his cock were muffled; my gasps for air were louder when he pulled his cock from my throat. Each grunt as he swung the flogger, each thudding splat on my hot skin was more arousing than the last. His moans as his cock was totally engulfed by my mouth and throat created a surge of lasciviousness in me. I swallowed around his cock again and again as it sank deep into my throat with every jolting slap of leather.
My enjoyment of being so used by him was total. I was powerless to stop him from ramming his cock down my throat and unable to throw up a hand in defense of the blows he kept landing on my back because of my actions that had started this whole weekend.
I had promised him my total submission in exchange for his silence and I knew he would accept nothing less. I gave that absolute surrender of my will to his because of our bargain. And now also because I found my forced sluttiness, the wanton lewdness he demanded and my new slavery to be such a thrilling turn on and so very gratifying both physically and, I was surprised to find out, mentally too.
His throbbing cock swelled even more and I felt his balls so tight against its base, then suddenly his hand was in my hair again and my mouth was yanked away. Strings of saliva from his plundering of my mouth dripped onto my chest as he pulled his cock away and turned. I whimpered at the sudden cessation, wondering what else he could have in store for me.
The humility of my slave status was made clear to me as he made me crawl to the table, my hair his leash as he steered me. Still without a word, he pulled my hair to make me rise and face the camera across the table. He pushed me down and drove his cock into my ready cunt with a powerful thrust and all I knew was how right it felt. His mighty thrust into me pushed me so much closer to the point where my pussy would squeeze him in the throes of my orgasm whether I tried to fight it or not.
I hadn't been ready for him to stop before. Now I was so ready for him to fuck me like this again. My yelps and moans as he slammed his thick pole in me increased as he began to flog me again too. This time the ends of the tail struck across my sensitive shoulders and made me shudder and groan. I spread my legs wider and ground my ass against him to feel every inch of his cock in me.
I'd never been quiet during Tom's and my lovemaking, but I'd kept myself confined to moans and the occasional spontaneous cry. I felt absolute freedom now with my master to say what I felt. I exclaimed and moaned and pleaded my need to him.
"Oh yes, please fuck me! Please fuck your slave. Oh Master, your big cock feels so good in my hot, wet cunt! Yes, oh yes Master," I wiggled my ass against him for greater effect every time he sank his cock into me moving the broad head over my cervix.
"Oh please Master, fuck your slut hard, let me release around your cock. Please, you've made me so hot and brought me so close! Please give me your permission," I had a slight change of thought and reworded my plea. "Give me your command to release. I need it so much," I whined and mewled as he fucked and flogged me harder and faster.
The heat from the tails of his whip built and spread over me and I begged more for him to give in to me and let me cum now. He refused to answer me. Instead he pulled his cock from me and drove the flogger hard across my ass. Once more I felt the loss of his thickness and moaned and cried my aching disappointment and all consuming need to him.
"Please Master, don't stop now! It would feel so good, your hard cock slamming into me, squeezed in my cunt as I cum. Please give me the release my body aches for! I'm so wet, so hot for you! I need your cock in me, Master. Please, please fuck me and flog me and, ah-h-h, Oh Master I'm so close!"
Again he denied me, which only drove my lust higher. His command of even my orgasm was as arousing as anything else was, all the more as it had been forced upon me. The heat as he flogged me was beginning to overwhelm me. My body twisted and writhed under his strokes and I thought I would cum soon just from the whip.
"Please Master, give me what I need so much!" I begged him again. I wanted his cock buried inside me, thrusting into me and stretching me wider and deeper until he wanted to cum, until he finally granted me what he'd made me need so badly. Finally he moved behind me again and a thrill of anticipation rushed through me. My pussy was dripping with need for him. Maybe this time he would fill me with his hot flood of cum and command me to cum with him.
Instead of positioning himself to slide into my wet pussy though, he pressed his cock against my ass. I squirmed, remembering the best part of the night before as he'd taken my nearly virgin ass so thoroughly. I wiggled slightly against him as I thought of how it would feel as he inched into me, stretching my ass and making it burn as he slowly filled me. I was almost shivering in anticipation of his working his stiff cock deep in my ass, then fucking me harder and harder until he could no longer stand the pulsing of his slut's tight ass and had to cum.
He wrapped his fingers around my hips and gripped them hard. Instead of gently pushing aside my resistance and letting me slowly accommodate his cock he drove the length of it into my ass all at once. Oh how I screamed!
The pain drove white hot flashes through my brain as he bore into me with everything he had. I screamed until I had no more breath and then filled my lungs in a shuddering gasp and wailed my pain. I didn't think I could stand it as I shook under him and my ass twitched around his cock. I was sure he'd ripped my asshole wide open.
Waves of pain flowed over my body and I held myself as still as I could and tried to adjust to my ass being so suddenly full. My wails turned to whimpers and moans as he held himself tightly against me. I jerked as he smacked me with the flogger again. The jolt ground his cock further in the depths of my ass and made me cry out again.
As if suddenly possessed, he began to fuck me with lengthy strokes, pulling almost all the way out of me and then slamming deep into me. I joined him in the dance, thrusting my ass back toward him as he drove forward. I couldn't stand it a moment longer. My muscles taut and poised to explode, I begged him to let me cum.
"Please! I don't think I can hold it any longer Master. Please let me release around your cock as you fuck into my ass. It hurts so good, Master, don't make me hold back any longer! I don't know if I can!" I ceased begging as he pulled out of my ass and left me empty once again.
The sudden stop again was too much for me to contain. Tears flowed down my face as I twisted and turned, as my ass danced back and forth of its own volition seeking his cock to fill and fuck it again. I begged him with renewed fervor, promising anything if he would just fuck me again.
I got my wish fulfilled, sort of, as he began fucking me with the flogger handle. He slid it slowly into me until he could push it no further. My cunt pulsed around it as he slid it back out and then in again. He guided my hand to the handle and made me fuck myself with it. I moved it faster and harder, reveling in the lewd wantonness of fucking myself with the handle of the whip he'd just used to redden my back and ass.
I didn't stop when he turned me to face the camera. I was consumed with the need to fill my cunt with something, with anything until I was allowed to cum. My juices squelched wetly around the ribbed wood as I fucked the handle in and out of myself.
It was almost too much to bear as he stroked his cock in front of my face. The wood flogger handle was a poor substitute for his thick cock, but far better than nothing at all. I drooled with the desire to suck him, to have him fuck my mouth while I thrust the flogger handle deep in my cunt. I craved the taste of his cum flowing over my tongue as I sucked and licked him. I stretched my tongue toward him with the hope of capturing the glimmering drop of pre cum oozing from his tiny slit but he remained just out of reach.
He moaned, a sound from deep in his chest, and I fervently hoped his own release was near. His hoarse voice rasped that I could cum when he did and I readied myself to catch his cum in my mouth as it shot from the end of his cock. I was oh so very ready for my own orgasm as I rammed the wooden handle into myself fast and hard.
I almost came when he grabbed my nipple and twisted it, my cunt spasming as my clit throbbed. I held on until finally that first burst of cum shot from the end of his cock. My cunt clamped down hard around the wooden shaft while I plunged it in as he commanded me to cum.
My mouth opened to wail out the force of the spasms, spasms that were making my body shake, buck, and hunch on the handle I was ramming into my cunt, only to have it filled with his second load of cum. I sputtered and swallowed as my own body rocked with wave upon wave of pleasure. I watched the next stream arc until it splashed against my forehead. It felt like his cum was everywhere as another spatter hit my tits. I still wanted to capture the rest with my mouth, but my own body was too wracked with the shudders of my own release to let me move and try and capture it as it spurted from his cock.
Finally he leaned closer and I sucked him greedily between my lips to pull the last few drops from his shrinking shaft. He had told me to never waste a drop, and as his willing and eager slave, at least for now, my Master's essence was precious to me. I sucked even after he was empty, my hand still moving the flogger handle in and out of my quivering cunt. He stayed my hand, then pulled it away and my pussy clenched hard around the wood one last time as he slid it out, as if trying to hold on just one more second.
It was both a relief and almost a disappointment as he pulled me up to sit and held me. His tenderness almost surprised me as he hugged me and softly stroked my hot, aching body until I'd calmed. It was almost anticlimactic as he held the flogger handle in front of my face and I licked and sucked the wood until all my juices were removed. When he took it away and pulled my face up with my hair to kiss me though, another thrill rocketed through me.
His kiss was long and gentle, and again I was slightly surprised. He held me there for a long time, our bodies barely rocking back and forth. I felt an odd surge of happiness as he told me how pleased he was and said he hoped I was too. He had made me think it didn't matter.
Even though he'd recorded our play and would probably use it as further blackmail material to keep me bound to him, I was excited about that too in a way, that there was a record of what had happened today, even if nothing like it ever happened again. Despite conflicting feelings about spending more time with him, I was curious. I wondered if I looked the same way I felt while I was hanging there between the chains, or if the pain I'd felt while he was flogging me had shown on my face, as well as the pleasure he'd brought me.
He brought my brief mental meandering to a screeching halt by telling me to clean the table. I got up with the shock of reality's intrusion and stumbled to do his bidding, ignoring that I needed to be cleaned up much worse than the table did. I could feel the cum clinging to me, starting to dry in some spots and sliding slowly down my body in others.
His command to crawl to him as I finished and to perform some act to prove my submission to him only gave me pause for a second. I dropped to my knees and crawled over to his feet, very aware of him pointing the camera at me. I could feel the cum splatters shifting as I crawled and I knew what to do. I knelt in front of my Master, my knees just touching the ends of his toes. I looked up at him, scraped the cum from my tits and licked it slowly from my fingers.
"I don't want to waste a drop of my Master's cum," I said as I conspicuously slurped up every bit of cum I could scoop off my breasts with my fingers. When I had gotten all I could with my fingers I lifted each tit to my mouth and licked my nipples clean. He stopped me as I reached toward my face and hair and pushed my hands back down to my sides.
"Yes, Master," I complied. "Thank you, Master," I added softly, then lowered my gaze to his feet and waited quietly for his next command.



Chapter Twenty:

"Now, my slave and slut, repack the toys and crawl over and dress yourself, then we'll head back home again. I'll enjoy watching you as you walk out of the store and to the car wearing my cum on your face and in your hair like a slutty cum whore," I said as I watched her. Quiet, low chuckles were my answer to the shocked look on her face. She went to replace the toys in the bag as I dressed and then used the camcorder to tape her as she crawled to her clothing and redressed.
When she was done I told her to walk to me with her head held high so the drying cum was clearly visible. She picked up the bags of toys and met me at the door as instructed. The viscous strands of cum slowly dripped from her face to where her blouse was pushed out by her tits and soaked into the material.
"Yes," I hissed with satisfaction. "You look like such a sweet, cum wearing slut and I own you. You're mine to enjoy as I wish, aren't you, my slave?" Once again I chuckled at the furious blush that suffused her face and neck and made the cum on her face stand out even more starkly.
I popped the tape out of the video recorder and almost put it in one of the bags, then decided to hold on to it. I unlocked and unlatched the door and we headed back out into the store, my slave first so I could be sure her head stayed erect and see the reactions to how she looked. The heads of all in the store turned as the door opened. Then eyes grew wide and some jaws dropped open as my slave walked into the store.
She shuddered but kept her head up. I steered her by gripping her ass cheek through her skirt and we slowly crossed the store to the counter. I gave the camera back to the clerk and thanked him for the good time.
His smirk as his eyes roved over my slave's cum covered face and hair and cum stained blouse said it all. Her blush deepened even more as she looked up at his face and knowing eyes and could only imagine what he was thinking as he looked at her. We left the shop and walked uneventfully to the car as it was getting closer to sunset and there were only a few empty cars in the parking lot.
Once in the car I had her raise her skirt to her waist and open her blouse again. I replaced the vibrator in her cunt and turned it on which made her moan and sigh. I rummaged in the back and turned to her again. I sucked and bit her nipples until they were very hard and erect once more. The hand I'd been holding behind the seat brought out a pair of the nipple clamps. I looked into her eyes as I pinched and stretched each nipple and then let the clamp close on its base. The tips extended past the clamp's edge, leaving them available for further teasing and torture.
Her eyes closed and she drank in the feelings as the clamps pinched her so she didn't see my hand as it moved to the chain connecting the two clamps. She certainly felt the clover leaf clamps tighten abruptly though, when I tugged the chain. Her eyes popped open and she moaned deeply as she looked into my blue eyes and smiled.
I reached behind the seat again and then enjoyed her look of confusion as I pulled out the other set of clamps. "Now, my little pain whore," I told her, "pinch and stretch one pussy lip at a time for this set of clamps."
She looked at me in mild surprise then pinched above and below the center of one lip and then the other. She stretched each and held them as the clamps were placed on each lip. When she let go again I gripped the chain and tugged on it to tighten them a bit and ensure they'd stay in place. Once more she moaned and hummed, then I started the car and we headed back to "Hill House" again for our evening's entertainment.
I told her to strip when we reached the highway, but to leave on her stockings and heels. I wanted her to look like a real slut wearing just them, her wrist and ankle cuffs and the two sets of clamps. I watched as she obeyed me, wiggling out of her skirt first, then shimmying out of her blouse so nicely, making her tits bounce and dance for me, the chain between the clamps glinting in the lights from oncoming cars and the setting sun.
"Now, as I drive and look at you, my slave, I wish you to tell me all of those things you've fantasized about as you've played with yourself. Tell me what you wanted to feel and experience, slave. Tell me your deepest, darkest and most private secrets, slave, because you aren't allowed to have any secrets from me, not ever. Tell me all the things you've ever wanted to feel but have been afraid of trying. Tell me now."


My Master had indeed let me know my station as his slave. I'd been so humiliated as he'd made me walk back into the store and out into the parking lot with his cum oozing down and dripping off my face and hair, but somehow that turned me on even more. I kind of enjoyed shocking the other customers. I could tell they were thinking "What a slut she is!" I could only smile like Master had commanded and know that they were certainly right.
I'd been quite the wanton slut as I begged him to fuck me, and more so to fuck myself with the flogger handle while he aimed his cum all over me, continuing even after I'd cum myself and drained the last few drops from him with my greedy slave's cock sucking lips.
The leering smile on the face of the man at the counter revealed his inner thoughts all to well. I was glad we didn't encounter anyone else in the parking lot after we left the store. It was too close to his thoughts about sharing me.
I did get a thrill of excitement as he ordered me to strip except for my stocking and heels, though. I wriggled out of my skirt, inching it down quickly until I could slide it the rest of the way down my legs and off. As I shimmied out of my blouse in the confines of the car I couldn't help but notice the way the orange rays of the soon to be setting sun glinted off my clamps and chain. I pushed my tits out and made sure to include a few extra bounces when I saw my master had noticed it too.
I shivered when he commanded me to tell of him of my most secret fantasies. The thought of having no secrets between us was a little intimidating. There were things I hadn't even told my husband! I'd always been afraid of what Tom would think if he knew some of the things I thought about, how he would look at me if he knew the fantasies I entertained. I didn't think there was much I could tell my new master that he would give him a problem, but still...
I think of so many things, Master," I began tentatively. I thought very quickly of all the recent fantasies I'd had about Jeremy. I knew he didn't want to hear about any of those. I wasn't sure where to start, there were so many different things going through my mind. I quickly ran through my catalogue of past experiences and chances not taken. The imaginings of wicked deeds and fantasies expanding on whatever exposure I'd had to pornography.
It wasn't that I didn't look at pornography. I'd seen the usual centerfold or two and in my younger days. I'd even bought an issue of Playgirl. I smiled in fond remembrance. It'd had an extra pictorial all about butts. I loved to look at a man's backside, especially if it was tight and muscular like my master's.
Master reached over and tugged the chain that hung between my tits. His pull made the clamps tighten on me and I moaned and twisted in my seat. He chuckled as I arched my back and closed my eyes and squirmed as he wedged the vibrator deeper into my still heated cunt. I tried to concentrate on what he'd asked me.
I'm not sure where to start, Master," I began again. "You want me to tell you the things I would never admit to anyone else, don't you? He said nothing but his answering smile affirmed my statement.
Even though I knew he really wanted to know what kind of depraved fantasies lurked deep in my mind, I was still a little hesitant. I didn't want to start with some of the wilder imaginings I'd had. It was hard enough for me to think about them in the stark light of day out of the privacy of my own bedroom, let alone speak them aloud in the presence of another.
"Well, Master, sometimes when I masturbate I think about being with another woman. It all started when I was very young. I must have been about eleven and I was looking through one of the boxes in the attic for some of the harlequin romances that my mother seemed to have an unending supply of when I happened on a little different book. I can't remember the name, but it certainly changed my life. The book chronicled the sexual awakening and experiences of a young woman.
"In one part of the book she was posing as a man for some necessary reason. The rest of her company took her with them to a whorehouse and a prostitute was bought for her as they all supposed her to be an innocent young man. The prostitute was very happy that she was not a man and showed her how to make love to another woman.
"As I devoured each chapter, I was determined to someday do all those things I'd read about. I was especially intrigued with the idea of having sex with another girl. I would sit in the attic on the box of books with my thighs crossed and read the book I knew would be forbidden if my mother knew. I would devour each naughty escapade and wish myself into each scene as I squeezed my thighs together. Without fail, each time the heroine was brought to climax I would feel a throbbing sensation and a warm, wet rush between my legs.
"My fantasies of having sex with another woman were finally realized about a week before I finished my junior year at college. My roommate Brianne confessed to me one night after quite a few beers that she'd been lusting after me since we started rooming together the fall before. That night we touched and kissed and licked each other all night then fell asleep in each other's arms. I wanted to repeat our encounter but Brianne didn't come back to school the next fall. Since then I've thought many times about how wonderful it was and daydreamed of having an experience like that with someone else."
My reverie was interrupted by his voice. "Details, slut," he demanded of me as he reached over and gave the chain between the clamps another sharp tug.
"There is no beginning to this fantasy, Master. I just imagine that I'm with a woman I've met, someone I've just seen and felt attracted to or sometimes I'm back in the arms of my college roommate. We touch each other with the ease of someone who knows instinctively what the other wants. Our kisses are soft and questing as we explore each other's bodies, each so like the other, but different enough.
"Her scent invades my senses. She doesn't wear perfume; it's the lovely essence of her own clean, warm body that I find so intoxicating. I explore each of her breasts slowly, admiring the way her areolae pucker as her nipples hardens under my breath. I lick and tease and suck at each of her nipples in turn and my hands roam all over her smooth skin.
"She takes a turn sucking at my taut nipples, her soft hands gently seeking as she explores the split of my legs. I pull her mouth from me and slide down so I can kiss her. Our tongues melt together between parted lips and my hands seek her damp slit too. We stay that way for a while, exploring the contours of each other's now swollen and wet pussy lips. I can't resist pushing a finger inside her quivering pussy and slowly stroking in and out.
"She breaks our kiss with a moan and tells me she wants to taste me, then inserts a finger into my own wetness. She withdraws it a moment later to place it between her lips, then leans forward to kiss me again. I can taste myself on her tongue." I blush as I turn and look at my master. He at least appears to be listening, his eyes going back and forth between the road and me.
"I pull my wet finger from between her legs and add that to our mouths, our tastes mingling in a sweet aphrodisiac. We wind our bodies together, grinding blond fuzz against brown. It's all I can do to keep from pushing her onto her back and diving between her legs, and then finally I do, my mouth hot on her pink slit. I lick and suck and nibble her pussy lips and clit, and finally dip my tongue into her wet pussy, reveling in the feel and taste of her. I breathe deeply of her scent, the odor of arousal and femininity. I slide my tongue down lower to tickle her ass just to make her squirm against me more, then back up to flick over her clit several times.
At last I concentrate solely on her clit, licking it lightly then more firmly, then softly again. I tease around the entrance to her wet pussy with my fingers and then slowly work two of them inside her. She pushes against me impatiently as her hands wind more tightly in my hair. Now we move in sync, my fingers and tongue with her hips as she rises toward the peak of sensation. The sound of her pleasure is like music, an arousing score that quickens and escalates in tone.
"I slide my hand down between my own legs and rub my own stiffened clit with my fingers, my excitement level quickly approaching hers. Both my hands are busy and wet with both our juices. I suck her clit gently and flick my tongue across it, then let it go. I rub my tongue over it in slow, broad strokes then suck it between my lips and flick it with my tongue again. My fingers slip in and out of her to keep pace with my tongue and rub over her G-spot with each stroke.
"She is very close and so am I. I slide my tongue over her clit from side to side and up and down. My fingers keep pace in her pussy and over my clit. She arches and shudders and clenches her inner muscles around my fingers. She pushes up into my mouth as she gives voice to her climax and I join her, my body spasming and quivering between her legs," I finish speaking. I pause for a moment and when he says nothing I go on.
"Of course I am really cumming by that time, Master, and the lovely fantasy just fades away with my orgasm." I sat back, not realizing until that moment how tense I'd become while he said nothing. I watched his face, trying to gauge his reaction. Tom had told me that most men, including him, fantasized occasionally about not only having sex with two women at the same time but also watching two women having sex with each other. I wondered if my Master had these fantasies too. He drove on for another minute or two without speaking as I sat there with the vibrator humming away deep in my pussy and waited for him to respond.
"Well, my slave, those are nice, but that's not quite what I asked you for, is it my little pain whore?" He finally said. "I asked you for your darkest, most private fantasies, didn't I slave? Now try once more and perhaps you'll earn the reward I mentioned. Fail me again and I promise that you'll earn a punishment instead."



Chapter Twenty One:


He wasn't impressed by my fairly safe disclosure. I had to admit that my tale was pretty tame. I'd known when I was speaking that he wouldn't be satisfied with it. He knew there were things I would find it hard to tell him and those were the things he wanted to hear, the things that were difficult for me to even whisper. It was tough even after the slutty way I'd been acting so far this weekend, but after a couple of false starts I began again.
"I've always had the fantasy of being taken by force, Master, of being tied and fucked on my kitchen floor made to feel like a slut." Now it was out. I had fantasies about forced sex, about being raped and being made to do things against my will. I supposed he would find that fitting. He didn't say anything but gave me an expectant glance with an arched eyebrow so I continued. As I did, I let my imagination take me over until I was there in my story. It was easier than remaining next to him as I gave him a look deep inside my mind.
"I imagine that it's one of those times that Tom has taken the kids to his parent's for the weekend so I'm all alone in the house. I'm in my kitchen washing vegetables to make a salad for my dinner when I sense something behind me. I look up just in time for a dishtowel to be flung over my eyes. Something sharp presses against my throat and I'm told by a deep voice not to scream or move. The dishtowel is tied and I'm told to turn around slowly.
"I feel my shirt being pulled on and then the sound of a blade ripping through fabric and the air hits my exposed midriff. My T-shirt has been cut down the front and he yanks it off me impatiently. My bra is next. He cuts through the shoulder straps and the front so it drops from my body behind me into the sink.
"Trembling, I beg him to stop, plead with him to leave me alone but he laughs and cuts through the waistband of my pants. He grabs the front of them in both hands and rips the zipper apart, then down the crotch the rest of the way. He jerks on them and they fall to the floor to bunch up around my ankles. I'm naked now, except for my panties, my favorite tiger striped panties. He is quiet for a moment and lets me stand there shivering in fear.
"Slut panties," he mutters. "You know I've been watching you, don't you? You were hoping tonight would be the night, weren't you? You put these hot little panties on for me. Are you in the mood to be fucked, my hot little tigress bitch?"
"No," I whisper. "Please don't. I didn't know. I was just fixing my dinner." I thought quickly. I'd heard of trying to personalize things with one's attacker so they would see you as more than a victim or an object and change their minds about their planned rape. "Maybe you're hungry. I'm sure there's enough for two."
The smirk in his voice is plain as he answers, "What were you fixing for our dinner, slut?"
"I was making a salad," I tell him, a little more confident now thinking I'd managed to sidetrack him.
"Let's see what we have here," he mused more to himself than to me. "Lettuce, nope, and same with tomatoes. Carrots? Yes, I can see were carrots might be an interesting choice. And a cucumber, definitely a possibility."
"I'm glad you like them," I say. "I can make it any way you want, if you'll just take this towel off my head and let me finish."
"Oh, no, my little slut for the night," he tells me menacingly. "That's not what I have planned for your vegetables. I'm going to fuck you with them. You wanted a more exciting salad, didn't you?"
"No," I whimper again.
He merely laughs and tells me to lie down on the floor. I don't move so he grips my shoulder, squeezes and pushes me down to my knees. When I stop there he pushes me the rest of the way down until I'm lying on the floor. Then he tells me not to move, and since he is the one holding the knife and I'm blindfolded, I don't for a few seconds.
"You like that I'm going to fuck you here on your kitchen floor, don't you, hot little whore?" he asks me. Without waiting for me to answer he goes on. "I bet you never get anything as exciting as this with your nine-to-five hubby, do you? Does he ever call you his hot little bitch and fuck your ass? He ever whisper in your ear that you're his whore and fuck you with something besides his own tired cock until you're quivering and breathless and laying in a pool of your own cum?"
I can hear him moving around as he speaks and reach to pull the blindfold from my eyes so I can escape. I start to pull the towel off when he grabs my arms. I try to fight him. I struggle and buck and try to kick him away but he sits on me, straddling me with his knees pressing painfully into my shoulders. His weight holds me while he wraps first one wrist, then after releasing my shoulders, secures it to the other with what feels like an electrical cord, then hauls my arms above my head. He must have tied them to the cabinet door because I can't pull them back down.
He gets off me, then laughs at my attempts to escape my bonds as I twist and pull. I hear him moving around again, then flinch as I feel his hand on my thigh. I clamp my legs together and wrap them around each other but his other hand joins the first and he pries them apart, bruising me as his fingers dig into my thighs. He spreads my legs until my muscles are taut and holds them. I feel sudden warmth against my pussy. It gets warmer as he breathes on me through my panties. His mouth hovers there, his breath hot and steady against the thin fabric.
"There is nothing like the scent of an aroused woman," he says mockingly. I can feel the heat of each word against my barely covered slit as he speaks. "You are a very aroused woman, I can tell. I'd like to fuck you right now but then I'd be the only one enjoying myself. I like to make sure all my ladies enjoy themselves."
He leaves my panties where they are and I feel his hand on my skin just above my thatch of soft brown hair. My abdominal muscles quiver as his hand raises slowly higher. Finally he reaches the underside of my breast. He softly strokes the backs of his fingers up to my nipple. I squirm when he first grazes my already hard nipple, then even more as he squeezes it lightly between his fingers and twists from side to side.
I will my body not to react as he kneels between my legs and begins fondling my breasts with both hands. I can feel one of his knees pressed snugly to my crotch. He kneads the flesh of both breasts with his fingers spread, then concentrates solely on my nipples. He twists and pinches and rolls them, driving me to distraction with my body's natural reaction to such stimulus.
"Ah!" he exclaims. "I knew it! You like this, don't you?" I can only whine my denial as he continues his ministrations to my taut, aching nipples. "Don't tell me you don't want this, slut. I felt you grind your hot little fuck hole against my knee. I know you want me to fuck you, whore! Don't worry, I'm going to do that too. But first I'm going to find out how much you really like your vegetables.
I felt something cold press against my inner thigh. It's one of the carrots I'd been rinsing in the sink. I flinch and he laughs. He takes it away and it leaves a cool, wet print on my leg. His hand covers my mons, his fingertips just beyond the thin elastic waistband of my panties. He presses the heel of his hand lightly against my clit and holds it there. He just holds it there, its warmth and pressure stimulating me. I try to distract myself and ignore the sensations but it's impossible. His knees are still pressing between my thighs and holding them apart and his hand stays over the top of my pussy, just holding that same, constant pressure.
Suddenly he curls his fingers under the elastic of my panties and rips them off me. I can feel the elastic dig into the skin around my hips before it gives way. He drops them on my stomach, then puts his hand over my pussy again, this time with his fingers over my slit. He pushes until a finger slips between my admittedly moist pussy lips.
"Whore!" he exclaims. "Wanton slut! So wet... you want me to fuck you now, don't you? He spreads my pussy lips with his fingers.
"No, please don't!" I protest as I pull and twist on the cord that holds my hands secure.
Something cold and hard is pushed into me. He plunges the carrot in until it can go no further. The cold chills me and as the end of the vegetable impacts my inner walls I try to jerk away. The carrot gradually warms as he fucks me with it. I am helpless to stop him so I try to lie as still as possible so my movements won't further incite him, but I can't do it. He shoves the carrot inside me and when I flinch or jerk, he chuckles, then does it again. Finally after twenty or thirty stabs inside me he tires of it and pulls the carrot from me.
"Ahh, juicy little cunt, aren't you?" he says with a laugh, then I hear the sound of a carrot being bitten and chewed. "Tasty, too," he says after a moment.
I hear the carrot hit the floor, then my captor chuckles again. I feel something else cold being pushed into me and I know it's the cucumber. It stretches me wide as he pushes it in and I groan. It is even colder than the carrot, its thicker girth taking longer to warm inside me.
He pushes it slowly until it fills me about half way, then slams it in without warning until I feel it bang against my cervix. I yelp and buck as I try to get away from the cold thing that is stretching and filling me. He fucks me hard with the cucumber, taking delight in ramming it into me hard and making me squeal and jump. I hear him chuckle and feel sure his intent is to split me in two with the thing before he's done.
Just when I think it will go on forever, he slows his assault, then stops. I feel him shift and his knees no longer hold my thighs wide apart. He moves and my hopes soar for a brief moment until I feel him lean over me. His tongue passes over my clit and its wet warmth reaches deep inside me. I can't help the shudder that rises through my body.
"Yes, my delicious little bitch, you like this, don't you?" he asks. I don't answer him. I can't! How can I admit that I'm becoming so aroused, so fucking hot because of an unknown rapist?
His tongue slides slowly over my clit again and this time I can't stop my hips from twitching. He slams the cucumber to the very end of me again and makes another pass with his tongue.
"I asked you if you liked this, whore," he says loudly. I still can't answer him. My mind works overtime processing his question and trying to form a reply but no sound will come from my mouth. He abruptly stops fucking the cucumber in and out of me and I receive a stinging slap across my cheek.
"Answer me, slut!" he snaps at me.
"No! I don't like it!" I yell at him.
"Lying bitch," he spits at me and slaps my other cheek. I can feel his handprints welting up on my skin. He fucks me with the thick cucumber even harder. He leans down and sucks on my clit and lashes his tongue back and forth across it. By the time he finishes and lifts his mouth from me I'm pushing my hips up to meet his thrusts. I moan my distress and the conflict I feel as I become even more excited.
"Just for lying to me I'm not going to give you my cock," he states with a smirk. I think maybe it is over and he will leave but then he speaks again as he gives a couple more firm thrusts with the cucumber. "Not in your cunt anyway!" he finishes as he slams the vegetable in me and grinds it in me hard.
I shiver to think he's going to rape my ass. All my pelvic muscles clench tightly at the thought of him thrusting his cock into me with the same force he's using with the cucumber. My wrists twist against the cord that binds them to no avail. I moan and shiver nonstop as he relentlessly assaults my insides with his chosen weapon. His hand bumps against my stretched pussy lips with each thrust. I've held back all I can and now I can feel my juices flowing freely to trickle down over my ass.
All of a sudden he stops his assault and moves again. He closes my legs and tells me to keep them closed and then straddles my chest. I recoil as the tip of his cock touches against my bottom lip and I can smell his sweaty crotch.
"Suck my cock now, whore!" he demands. "You'd better get it good and wet because when I'm done with your mouth, wet or dry, it's going into your ass."
I reluctantly open my mouth and he pushes the head of his cock between my lips. I lick and suck on it like it's my favorite candy as he slides it in deeper. I have no idea how long he might stay in my mouth and I don't want to take any chances. I coat his cock with my saliva until it's dripping down my chin. He bumps against the back of my throat and then pushes further, chuckling as I choke.
He fucks my mouth slowly at first, savoring every moment of my helplessness. Then as his breathing becomes faster he starts to push faster and deeper into my throat, battering me. Finally he pushes his cock as far into my throat as he can and I writhe and gag beneath him, impaled at both ends. He groans and stops in mid stroke, holding himself very still for a moment. His cock throbs in my mouth as though he is ready to cum, but he doesn't.
He has no intention of finishing now. He pulls his cock abruptly from my mouth and gets back between my legs. He then lifts me and slides his knees under my butt with my legs still spread wide around him. Now his cock is poised to penetrate my ass and he presses against my tightest hole, teasing me.
"I'm going to fuck your ass now, bitch. What do you think of that?" he asks, enjoying his total power over me. He grips my thighs painfully hard and I whimper my anticipation of his further invasion making me shudder.
Suddenly he yanks the cucumber from deep within me and before I can gasp at the sudden emptiness he shoves hard and slides his cock in my ass up to his balls. I scream and scream, my body jerking and bucking to try to escape the fire that has invaded my ass. He holds me tightly against him and flexes his cock in me, making me howl anew.
He withdraws most of the way and I am nearly relieved until he plunges it back into my ass. It burns like a hot poker. A few strokes later and the burning is gradually replaced by a pervasive warmth as he rubs my G-spot through my ass. His slow, steady rhythm is beginning to feel very good.
My body reacts against my will and my inner muscles all tighten in response as I approach climax. His grunts as he thrusts into me hard only incite me further and I let myself go. Bright spots explode in my brain as I cum, my ass clenching so hard around his swollen shaft that he groans with the effort to push it all the way in my ass again. He follows me, my ass filling with his load of hot cum.
"Of course, Master, my attacker just fades away as the fantasy before. There's really no reason for him to stick around, you know." I took a deep breath after I finished. I could feel the flush rising to cover my cheeks but he'd wanted to know. I'd told him something I'd never admit to anyone else. I had only thought of these things in the privacy of my own bed with the lights out or perhaps in the bathtub or shower.
He let me know I did well and earned a little reward, then he reached over to pinch the already hard nipple closest to him. He squeezed and tugged on it until my ass was sliding on the seat, then dropped his hand to my pussy lips with a wet splat. His fingers pinched my clit, then rolled and stretched it between them until I begged for permission to release.
He let go of my clit and put his fingers to my lips so I could clean them and told me, "Very good, my slave. Now that you've had a partial reward, you may continue. Let's see if you can earn another one." He settled back in his seat and asked me what else I had to tell him.



Chapter Twenty Two:


"Well, Master, there is another kind of fantasy that has stirred my imagination more than a few times in its many variations." Even though I'd already admitted to enjoying the fantasy of being forced, I was still hesitant about sharing more with him. I paused for a long moment and gathered my courage. Finally I took a deep breath and started to speak.
"I've always wondered what it would be like to have two men fuck me at the same time," I blurted. There, once again I'd spoken the secret words aloud to someone. It felt kind of liberating to actually be able to say it. I shot him a sideways glance to see if he was shocked, but of course he was just waiting for more details. Then I remembered how he said I would be his to share and shuddered. He would only punish me if I tried to hold back now, so I continued.
"I imagine I'm driving somewhere out in the country, Master. My car breaks down and I'm looking under the hood at the impossible jumble of cables and wires and hoses when another vehicle approaches. It's a pickup truck, an older model. It rumbles to a stop behind my car on the gravel road and stops. A black man around my age or a little older and a younger man clearly his son get out of the truck.
"Can we help?" the man offers. "I'm John Parsons. Call me John. This is my son Derek. We were on our way home, which is just up the road a bit. If you'd like to come with us, you can rest in cool comfort while we come back and take a look at your car. My wife doesn't get a lot of company out this way. I'm sure she'd be glad to have another woman to sit and talk to for a bit. You can always call a tow truck from there if we can't fix it."
It's hot and the offer of a cool place to wait while these kind strangers try to fix my car is irresistible. I agree to go with them and introduce myself. A minute later I'm ensconced between them in the cab of their pickup and we are on our way down the road.
After a couple of miles John turns onto a dirt road he says is their driveway. It's a very long driveway, I think, then we go around a curve and there is a large, well kept farmhouse with a neat yard and a garden off to one side and a barn beyond that. We get out of the truck and Derek leads the way into the house. They both escort me into the living room and John tells me to have a seat on the couch while he gets us all something cold to drink.
He reappears with Derek and a tray with three glasses of lemonade. They look good, but I take note of the number of glasses on the tray. "Isn't your wife joining us?" I ask John.
John and Derek smirk at each other and I start to feel very uneasy. John's next words make me feel more than uncomfortable, more like afraid. "I don't have a wife," he says. "It's just Derek and me here, and sometimes my brother Bill when he drifts in."
I suddenly feel the need to leave so, after a sip so I don't offend their hospitality, I set my lemonade down and ask if I can use the phone. I tell them I'll call a tow truck and wait by my car. Both men snicker.
"We don't have a phone," John informs me. "Never have had one."
I stand up. "I'll just leave then," I say firmly. "Someone will eventually come by who can call a towing service for me."
"Sit back down. We're just starting to enjoy your company." John gestures to the couch beside him. I turn to leave anyway but Derek has stood up and now blocks my exit, unless I'm to leap over the coffee table. I consider it for a moment, but know it wouldn't do me any good so I sit back down. There's no where to run to, as it's a long way from anywhere or anyone, and I don't know what else to do.
Derek sits on one side of me and John on the other side, and both men eye me with leering grins. Their plans are obvious. I glance at each of them quickly and decide I'll try to run anyway. I jump up quickly but they both grab me and yank me back down beside them.
"You're lucky you happened along today, Bonnie. See Derek here has never had a white girl. You get to be his first." John says with a grin. "I might even join in once he has a shot at you, if you're any good."
"I don't know why girls don't go for him," John continues, as to my horror Derek slips his jeans off and kicks them to the side. His cock is worthy of the stereotype of black men. He's certainly bigger than anyone I've ever encountered and he scares me.
I know I'm not going to just lay down and take it. I push away from John and get up again. I yell when he grabs me and pulls me back down to the couch on top of him.
"If that's the way you want it, that's the way you'll get it. I'd let you scream but that might throw Derek off his stride a little and I want this to be a good one for him." John gets up and grabs Derek's T-shirt from the coffee table and stuffs it in my mouth. I try to fight back but with both of them holding me it's no use. I can smell and taste Derek's sweat on the shirt, its musky scent strong and the taste salty.
John reclines in the corner of the couch with me in his lap and his arms hold mine behind my back. Derek pushes my skirt up around my waist, then pulls my panties, hose and shoes off all in one move. I still kick and struggle, and manage to dislodge Derek's T-shirt from my mouth, but they are too much for me and I fall back exhausted and quiet after a couple of minutes.
"That's better," John says as I lay there trembling from my efforts. "I don't want Derek all worn out just getting there."
"Doesn't Derek ever say anything?" I ask scornfully.
"Yes, I do," Derek answers as he brandishes his already erect cock. He grabs my legs and pulls them around him as he pulls me toward him. "Right now I'm telling you that I'm going to fuck that pretty pink pussy of yours, and I'm going to fuck it really good."
John pulls my arms above my head as he gets up and stands at the end of the couch. I'm stretched out in front of Derek, my tits pulled upward by the position of my arms and my spread legs availing him a clear view of my pussy. Derek licks his lips and places the head of his cock against me. He rubs gently it up and down between my pussy lips until they part for him, wet and starting to swell from the attention.
I moan and wriggle beneath him in an attempt to make us fall from the couch but it doesn't help my predicament. John keeps a firm grip on my wrists and Derek just pushes me back over with his hand on my hip before continuing his slow assault on my pussy. He finally pauses, poised to slide into me.
I can't help but follow his gaze downward. I see brown skin against white thighs and pink pussy, and find the contrast both shocking and pleasing. I shudder that I could find anything pleasing about the situation but it takes a moment before I can look away. When I do, I don't know where to look. I can't look at his face because I might see into his eyes, or even worse, he might see something in mine. I end up looking over his shoulder at the ceiling.
Derek moves his cock in little circles, teasing my pussy's mouth and hoping for some reaction before he actually puts it inside me. I try to hold still and resist the temptation to give in to the physical sensations he is creating. Finally he tires of taunting me and pushes his cock past the resistance of my tightly clenched muscles and into me. His cock stretches me wide and I moan. I've never had a cock this big in me and it hurts so good I want more even though I want him out of me.
He pushes in a little more, then suddenly, bored of waiting for me to react, he shoves into me as far as he can. I exhale with a grunt as he slams into me, then barely catch a breath before he pulls out and does it again. His cock forces my inner walls to give beyond anything I've ever experienced. Derek gets into a fast in and out rhythm as though he hasn't a second to lose.
It isn't but a couple of minutes and Derek suddenly stops. He groans as his body stiffens and then starts to shake. His cock throbs and I can feel his balls being emptied inside me. After a couple more halfhearted thrusts he pulls away from me. I look down and see his cock, shiny and wet and starting to shrink.
I'm relieved that my ordeal is over so quickly. I move to sit up but John still holds my arms. "Not so fast," he says. "Remember, I said I might want to join in the fun once Derek had his. Well now it's my turn."
I shudder as Derek wipes his cock on the T-shirt that had been stuffed in my mouth and takes John's place holding my arms. John sheds his clothes on the way around the coffee table and quickly takes his place between my legs. He is hung as hugely as Derek and pushes his monster cock right into my cum soaked pussy.
John is no inexperienced boy/man. He takes his time. He pushes my legs up with his hands and fucks me slowly while Derek still holds my arms. Then he rides me fast and hard, repositioning himself often to stretch me from all directions. John pounds into me again and again. Surely more than fifty strokes or a hundred maybe, I don't know, I can't count them. I'm feeling sore and well used by the time he slows.
I look down to where our bodies meet and see the same surprising and arousing contrast as when Derek fucked me. I stare transfixed as I watch his dark cock slide back and forth between the creamy whiteness of my thighs. My body responds wantonly despite my intentions. Is it just Derek's cum that is leaking from me or is it my own arousal making itself known? I'm too dazed to tell.
I suddenly note that my arms have been free for some time and bring them down to my sides. Unless I put them somewhere, though, they just flop around as John keeps fucking me with a steady, belly slapping pace. I grab the back and side of the couch in my fists. By the time I wonder where Derek is, he is pulling the coffee table further away from the couch. He steps up beside me then, his fist wrapped around his rising cock and slowly stroking it.
"Hurry up, Dad, I want to fuck her again," Derek says. I start to think this will never end.
John pulls out of my now very sore pussy and steps back, his cock stiff and slick looking. He turns to Derek. "Looks like we'll just have to do her at the same time. I'll let you fuck her ass."
I try to jump up then, but they easily push me back down. I feel thoroughly thrashed, fucked and very, very helpless.
John sits on the couch and pulls me over him as he leans back and then impales me on his cock. I feel Derek behind me and the head of his cock nuzzles the cleft between my ass cheeks. I shudder fearfully to think of what is coming. He finds the indent that he will force open and presses against it. I can feel his body tense to make that initial thrust into my ass."
I stopped speaking and my Master turned to look at me.
"Well, slut? Continue," he commanded.
"That's all, Master," I told him, embarrassed.
"What do you mean that's all?" he asked.
I blush from head to toe as I answer him. "I never get any further than that, Master, because I always reach my orgasm by then."


The change in her tone of voice as she told me she orgasmed before her ass was penetrated made me glance over. The furious blush from her hairline to where the shadows covered her lower thighs made me laugh uproariously, much to her consternation and further embarrassment.
"My slave, you are a bigger delight than I imagined. I can't tell you how cute I think it is when you blush. Since I took you and made you my slave yesterday I've had you suck my cock, I've fucked your cunt and your asshole, cum on you, made you go out in public with your lovely tits hanging out and had you strip in a store with the help watching. I've had you wave at truckers as they looked at your bared tits, had you lick and suck up your juices from the floor, made you go out in public with my cum on your face and in your hair. Now you're riding down a public road stark naked with a vibrator in your pussy and clamps on your nipples and shaved pussy lips as you tell me the fantasies you use when you masturbate. All that and you still blush when you tell me you have an orgasm before your ass is fucked by a fantasy rapist. How sweet, what a prize you are! I hope you never lose that bit of innocence, my sweet, luscious little slut, my painslut, fucktoy and slave.
"Now go ahead and tell me more," he says as the chain between each set of clamps is pulled and tugged making her squirm and writhe, moan and sigh.

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