She opened the door quietly to peek in at him. She can
see him laying there with just a thin sheet covering
him and smiles. She walks in the room and sets her bag
down on the floor next to his bed. Quickly she gets on
the bed, straddling him and gives him a kiss, hoping
this wakes him up. Today will be a special day for them
both, which would be better if he was awake to enjoy it
all.

He had just gotten to doze off when she came in the
room. His eyes remained closed and he laid there, one
hand under his head the other resting over his belly as
he had finally settled upon his back. The sheet
outlined his muscular form as he shifted slightly. He
felt her straddle him, causing a small stir and he
groaned lightly. The kiss caused his eyes to flutter
open and a hand moving to rub his eyes as blurry vision
peered towards her.

She looks down on him as his eyes open up. She gives
him another kiss. “Well, hello there sleepy head. About
time you woke up.” She kisses him again and shifts her
body a bit, placing her ass on his groin. “I was
beginning to wonder if I was going to have to do some
more dramatic things to wake you up. I’m glad that I
did not have to, I can save those for later.” She bends
her head down and kisses him on the neck, working her
way back up to his lips.

He blinked a few time and squirmed under her feeling
the kisses moving along his neck and to his lips. It
was having a small stir within him but he felt slightly
odd at this biting his lip before she kissed him his
body shaking lightly before hands moved up to push her
back slightly, “W-what are you doing.”

She sits up a bit, her ass pushing on his groin now,
where she can feel a small stirring. “I would think
that it is pretty obvious what I am doing.” She grins
and moves her hands to his chest. “I have seen how you
look at me and I finally decided to do something about
it. If you want me to stop I could.” She squirms a
little on you. “Though, I think you might like it if I
stayed.”

He gasped as her ass pressed upon his hardening cock.
It was already hard from waking but with her teasing,
it only grew. He shifted slightly, unsure of what to do
as his heart pounded in his chest. He did not want to
her hurt her feelings, but at the same time he was
unsure, his eyes peering confused up to her.

She looks in to his eyes, seeing confusion there, which
is what she was wanting. She can also feel his cock
growing under her, which she also wants. “I thought we
might have a bit of fun. I brought some things that
will help that along.” She grins mischievously. “Do you
want to have a bit of fun?”

Gulping lightly, he shifted and tried to think though.
It would seem that the cat had taken his tongue and ran
off for the moment. He was confused at what she could
have brought to help them have fun. He was just
thankful the sheet was between them. As his cock rubbed
against that fabric, a small wet spot formed from the
little bit of pre-cum that leaked.

She smiles, as he is unable to talk. “I can tell from
your cock that you would like to have fun.” She quickly
leans down, grabs the bag, lifts it up, and places it
on the bed beside them. “I’m sure you are wondering
what is in the bag. If I told you that nothing in here
would hurt you, but instead heighten your pleasure,
would that make you feel better?” She leans down and
kisses him again, grinding her ass against his cock,
trying to keep him a bit confused, and thinking with
the wrong head.

He shakes his head, trying to clear away the cobwebs
when she kissed him and ground into him again. His
heart was pounding now as he had just woken up to his
friend pressing and touching him in ways that had not
happened between them before. His body was frozen,
though as he kissed her it seemed his hips were
slightly alive. They pressed up with the grinding and a
small moan slipped into her lips-

She grins as his body responds to her actions. Now was
the time to take it up a notch. She opens up her bag,
continuing to grins her ass softly against your cock.
“I want you to raise your arms above your head,
grabbing the bars on the head board.” She she says this
she pulls out a couple pairs of fur covered handcuffs.
“Trust me, you will like this part.” She leans back
down and kisses you again.

He gulps for a moment as he felt the grinding. His body
was telling him yes, his mind telling him no. But, of
course, when in situations where the body needs and
craves it shuts out the mind. His hands grip the bar
above his head leaving his chest unprotected. He did
not see the cuffs come out before she kissed him. His
body shivered as his hips continued to grind against
her ass as his heart raced faster.

She grins as she reached up and moved his arms apart,
and then attached one end of the handcuffs to the bars
and the other to his arms. Now he was secured this way.
Time to make him a bit more pliable, so that she could
do what she wanted with him. “Mmmm, I think it is time
to see what is under the sheet.” She moves off you and
starts to slowly peel the sheet down, trailing kisses
upon your chest and stomach as she lowers the sheet.

His body squirmed and his nipples where hard as she
pulled the sheet away. His body shivered and he yelped
slightly, panting as desire was upon him but still his
mind put up a small fight. “Nn-no. Stop!” He said
slightly but the confusion, and desire, was still
there. As he squirmed and his cock pulsed, there was a
small damp spot upon that sheet right at the tip of his
hardened cock.

When the sheet finally reaches his cock, she stands up
and gets off the bed long enough to pull the sheet from
his body completely. “No? Do you really want me to
stop?” As she says this, she gets back on the bed and
begins to kiss your inner thighs and all around your
cock, but never once touching them. “Are you sure that
you want me to stop? Or do you want me to continue with
what I am doing?” And with that, she places a small
kiss on the head of your cock.

He moaned out at the kisses. His cock throbbing, veins
rippled the side, as he squirmed. His balls filling as
he felt that rush of blood and his heart pounded. The
heat following her kisses as he closed his eyes and
pulled upon his hands. He did not know, so he did not
answer. His eyes closed firmly as he moaned out again,
ringing through the room.

She knew that he was still unsure, so she worked to
help him make up his mind. She began to kiss his cock,
licking it up and down, teasing him. She stopped what
she was doing to look up at him. “I can do so much more
to you, if you want.” Her hand begins to play with his
cock. “But, I need you to tell me that you want me to
continue. Just say yes and it will get better and
better.”

He began to pant more and moaned out with each touch.
His body shaking and hips raising and falling as his
thighs parted more to give her room. He found himself
wanting more as he laid there, his body shaking lightly
with that building desire. Pre-cum formed at the tip,
dripping off as she stroked him. His eyes closed.
Before he could stop himself, his lips parted to say
one word. “Yesssss.”

She grins as he gave in to her, just as she knew he
would. She bent down and took his cock on her mouth,
savoring the taste of his pre-cum. She slowly began to
bob up and down on it, teasing mostly. She wanted to
get him worked up, but not enough to make him cum, not
yet anyways.

His hips raised and fell to her lips as he moaned out.
His heart was pounding, sweat dripped from his brow, as
he lifted his hips to her lips. That cock swelled in
her mouth, hardened as hard as it could and his hands
griped into fist as he pulled upon the bindings. Though
all he could do was moan and squirm now.

She could feel that he was getting closer to cumming
and so she stopped. “I can make it much more
pleasurable for you, but this will need your help. I
want you to lift your legs up, bending yourself so that
your feet are above your head. I have seen you stretch
and I know you can do it.” She gives his cock another
squeeze.

He gulped, but as he was in the thralls of that need,
he tried to do as she wished. His body moving to
position his feet on the headboard close to his hands.
He blinked as he saw that his cock was aimed right at
his face at the moment. He realized that positioned
himself this way, his ass in the air. He wondered what
she was going to do. His heart started racing as he
realized that at this point if he was to spray his loud
it would hit his face. The prospect turned him on
somewhat more, though he would not admit to it.

She grinned as he raised his legs. She moved to the
bag, grabbed a couple more pairs of cuffs, and cuffed
his legs to the headboard. Then she moved down the bed
so that she was sitting where his legs had been. “How
do you like that? Feeling good?” She began to lightly
trace a finger around his cock and down his ass, and
then back up again. “Do you want me to do more? Are you
wanting to cum?” She reached her hands back and grabbed
her breasts. “Do you want to see more of me? Go ahead;
tell me what you are wanting at this moment.”

As she locked those cuffs about the headboard and his
ankle, his eyes went wide and he became slightly
scared. This was all so weird. As he struggled
slightly, his arms and legs bound and ass wiggling
softly, he gulped. His body was at her mercy now. He
felt that hand moving over his cock with just a finger,
then down his ass, and slowly back up again. This made
his body tingle and quiver slightly.

His cock was pulsing as he bit his lower lip. He did
not know what he wanted, but his body shook with
anticipation, hips moving away from her finger when she
came to his ass. He was worried about what she was
doing but yet unable to do anything about it. His heart
was pounding in his chest, while soft beads of sweat
traced along the curves of his tanned flesh.

She shakes her head at him “I asked you a question and
I expect an answer from you.” She moves around a little
then smacks your ass cheeks with her band hands, hard.
She smacks each cheek five times. When she is done, she
caresses each cheek with her hands. “Now, try again.”
She smiles, knowing how much this has turned you on.

He yelped out at the smacking of his ass and squirmed
more, his hips trying to wiggle away from that hand as
his ass cheeks grew red. His eyes closing as he bites
his lip harder, trying to keep from calling out in the
pain and the humiliation of it. His breathing quickened
more while he tried to think of an answer but nothing
came. He did not know what to say. “I…I don’t know.”
He said as he felt her caresses, his body confused yet
still very aroused.

She shakes her head at him “Nope, that is not what I
was wanting to hear.” She reaches in to her bag and
pulls out a paddle. “I guess I will have to punish you
again.” She uses the paddle to smack one cheek, then
the other. She continues to alternate between ass
cheeks. She is pleased to see that your cock is still
fully hard. She looks at you and grins. “Give it
another try.”

His eyes opened in shock as he heard her words and he
gasped out in dismay as she produced the paddle.
Wiggling and struggling again, he would speak swiftly.
“No please.” Hs body was bright red from the
humiliation of this. The only thing worse would be if
she were secretly videotaping it or something. He tried
not to think of such things at the moment. As he bites
his lower lip, he thought to himself. “Is this why she
bought the choker for him when they went to the mall?”
He did not suspect or question it when it happened, but
now he wondered. But, even that got pushed out of his
mind when he felt that paddle strike flesh. His eyes
squeezed shut; he was crying out and shaking. His cock
did not soften, but was pulsing as if he might cum from
her spanking alone.

She sighs and looks at you. “Now, I have tried to be
nice. Three times I have asked you what you wanted and
three times you have not given me an answer. I am
beginning to think that you are enjoying being spanked
and that is why you do not answer.” She raises her
voice slightly. “I must say that it is pissing me off.”
She strikes your ass with the paddle for each word she
has just said. “Now, give me an answer.”

He cried out and shook his head his eyes closing as his
ass was beet red now. His body shaking, his breathing
faster while he felt his hips jump at each strike. He
could hear her getting pissed and he was near crying
out as he griped the bed pulling himself slightly away.
“I-I don’t know please.”

She shakes her head. “Well, since you can’t decide then
we will just do what I want to do.” She cannot help but
notice that your cock looks ready to explode all over
you. “It looks like you are about to cum. Well, since
you seem to be getting off on the spanking, why don’t
we let you do it.” She uses her hand to spank your ass.
When her hand hits your ass she slides in along your
ass when pulling her hand back, caressing your ass a
bit. After a few times of her doing this she can see
that you cannot fight it anymore. “Good, cum for me. I
know that you want to cum, cum all over yourself.” She
keeps up her spanking/caressing until you explode.

He cried out and shook his head trying to hold off what
he felt. He did not know neither what she wanted nor
what he himself wanted but as her hand hit his ass
while he heard her words, his eyes widened. He tried to
fight it back, feeling that cock harden more and about
to explode. His breathing came even faster his heart
raced. “N-noo, please not on me.” He had not been done
like this before and was feeling ashamed but still
aroused. He was moaning louder as she ordered him to
cum. Fight as he may, it acted like a switch. Hearing
her demand it made his cock open and that jet of cum
sprayed in his face as he moaned out and his back
arched his hips rising into the air as he groaned. “Oh
god.” More jets up cum blasted out, landing on his
face, neck, and chest.

She watches as your cum blasts and lands all over your
body. “Now, was that so bad?” She grins and looks you
in your cum covered face. “Hmm, what should I do now?”
She pretends to think for a moment. “I know what we
will do. Since I just abused your ass I will pleasure
it some now.” She moves her bag towards her and while
you can hear her moving things around inside the bag,
you are unable to see what she is getting out. “Ahh,
this will work.” You can feel her finger start to play
with your ass, lightly tracing your hole. Suddenly you
feel a cold liquid on your ass, which she begins to rub
around, first on the rim, then slowly she starts to
move her finger inside your asshole. “I have a feeling
that you like this as well.” She grins at you and
continues to work her finger in your hole.

He calmed for a moment while listening his eyes closed,
breathing slowly, trying to calm his emotions and his
feelings that echoed through him. Then his eyes shot
open feeling that finger upon his ass and her words.
“What…you can’t.” He groans and whimpers a soft nooo
as he felt that finger penetrate his cheeks, pressing
against his hole and then inside. “S-stop t-that’s exit
only.” He panted as his body squirmed trying to pull
back, but was too tired from his orgasm so he laid
there feeling his ass invaded by her finger.

She looks him in the face and shakes her head. “I gave
you a chance, more than one in fact, to tell me what
you wanted. You refused. Now we are doing what I want.”
She continues to sink her finger in to your ass, slowly
stretching it. Soon you feel her stick in a second
finger, working it around some more. When she sticks in
a third and fourth finger, you are surprised. She keeps
this up for a bit, widening your hole even more. “I
will ask you one more time if you want something. I
expect an answer from you. If you fail to give me an
answer though, I will have to punish you again.” She
uses her other hand to reach in to her bag and pulls
out a huge dildo. “This will be your punishment. Nod if
you understand.” She continues to work on your asshole.

He breathed in deeply and shuttered at the feel of the
second finger. Then came the third, then the fourth.
His eyes widen as he felt that push in and out feeling
the strange sensation as it turned from pain into
something else, just odd. Slowly getting used to it, he
bit his lower lip until blood dripped from it. His body
was pressing up now trying to take her into him. He did
not know what was going on just yet. “W-why!” He asked.
He blinked as he heard her then saw the dildo. He shook
his head lightly. His ass clenching around her fingers
as he groaned and licked his lips. Part of him wondered
what it would feel like now, but the other half just
wanted to push her away. He was angry and yet aroused,
humiliated yet wanting more. His emotions was in an
uproar.

“I didn’t say that you could question me.” She stops
what she is doing, removes her fingers from your ass,
stands up, and moves off the bed. “I think it is time
for me to have some pleasure as well.” She moves over
to your radio and turns it on, and after finding a good
dancing song, begins to dance. As she moves, she begins
to slowly take off her clothing. By the time the song
has ended, she has removed everything but her skirt,
though she did remove her panties. She moves back up on
the bed and grabs hold of your cock, slowly stroking
it. “Here is your last chance, remember what I said
will happen if you don’t answer me.” She looks you in
the eyes and continues to stroke your cock. “Would you
like me to fuck you?”

This gave his body time to relax as she pulled away and
began to dance to that song. It was still erotic
though, and his eyes lingered upon her for the time,
his heart still pounding. His cock would slowly harden
again as he watched you strip. Seeing everything gone
but that skirt, he licked his lips. He had seen her
without a top before but never up close. He licked his
lips, thinking how ripe and delicious her breast
looked. God he had to stop thinking of such things. He
was shaking his head as he felt her come to grip his
cock. This got a moan from him, and feeling the
stroking made him moan more. As she worded her
question, he began to think how good her pussy would
feel around his cock and how he wanted that feeling. As
his lips parted, and a drawn out “yessss” could be
heard, his hips moved up into her hand. He was moaning
like the slut he was beginning to feel like.

She smiles at you. “I thought you would answer me, and
I just knew you would say yes.” She grins at you, still
stroking your cock. “Maybe you are not sure what you
want. I know that you have had that problem today. Do
you want me to fuck you?” She looks you in the eyes and
grins. “If you really do, then I want you to ask me,
no, beg me to fuck you.” She continues to stroke your
cock, getting it fully hard.

He squirmed and moaned louder as his body arched and
hips swung slightly. His heart was pounding more as he
heard her teasing voice. “Yes please.” He was moaning
and closing his eyes as he felt you pumping his cock
and feeling the sweet stroking of your soft hands. “Oh
god yes. Please fuck me”

She smiles at you and stops stroking your cock. “Then I
shall give you what you want and fuck you. But I don’t
want your eyes closed; I want you to watch me.” She
waits until your eyes are open. Then she moves forward,
but stops before she straddles you. She sits back a
bit, her skirt dropping from your viewpoint as she
unzips it. You can see it as she lifts it away from her
body and tosses it to the side. “Are you ready for
this?” She moves forward, grabbing your cock with one
hand, the other down her front. You feel a finger in
your asshole again momentarily before it is withdrawn.
You then feel something larger at the edge of your
asshole.

“Mmm, I am going to enjoy fucking you.”

She starts moving her hips forward again and this time
you feel something larger start to enter your asshole.
At first, you think she is putting in more fingers,
then you can see her other hand playing with your
balls. Whatever it is she is using is slowly, steadily
moving in to your ass. She looks you in the eyes and
grins. “Ohh, your ass is so tight.” And with that, she
pushes forward hard until her hips are touching yours.
“Oh, so very good. It feels so tight, so good. I just
knew that your ass would take all of my cock in it.”
With those words, she pulls out a little and pushes
forward, starting to fuck your ass while her hands play
with your cock.

Feeling you as you stop stroking and move away, his
eyes open to watch you as tilts his head. He is feeling
nervous as you say your words. He watches as your skirt
vanishes from view and bites his lip, speaking. “Why
didn’t you taken me down from here so I could help?
What are you doing out of my sight?” These were not
answered before you grabbed his cock and began to pump
it again. He moaned as his body shook, trying to keep
his eyes upon you. He feels your finger pressing into
his ass. He gasp for a moment and cry out a small no.
But then there was a heavy forbidden tone of you
enjoying fucking him. This caused his face to redden
and he shifted slightly, biting his lower lip in a
mixture of emotion. He keeps his eyes to yours as you
press something to his hips.

“Y-you said you wouldn’t use the dildo.” Though as you
press something inside of his ass and his eyes widen,
he feels as if it was fingers for a moment or the
dildo, but then your hand was upon his cock and balls
and his eyes went wider with you stating about your
cock. He cried out. “W-what?!” He feels you fucking his
ass while his ass squeezed your cock while he cried
out.

She smiles widely as you realize that not only does she
have a cock, but also that she is using it to fuck your
ass. She starts to pull her cock almost all the way out
before slamming it back in. “Oh, you feel so good. I
just knew that you would feel great.” She continues to
fuck you, slowly building up speed. He hands move away
from your cock and balls to rest upon your legs, giving
her more support as she continues to fuck you. “I am
going to enjoy the memory of this for a long time.” She
looks at your still hard cock as it is moving as your
body moves as she slams in to you. “Oh, it looks like
the ass fucking I am giving you excites you.”

Panting and moaning, his small pleads that go unheard.
His body is taking that cock over and over again, as
hips move, wiggling, taking everything you dish out. As
you pull out and press in, his lips part and his head
falls back in a loud cry. He is taking the fucking like
a bitch and moaning out. His cries of pleasure and pain
make his face look just like a females now, almost too
feminine.

She really starts slamming in to your ass now, giving
you all that she has. “If I keep this up much longer I
am going to cum in your ass.” She grins as she says
this. “But, since that is what I want to do, it is
fine.” She looks at your cock and can see that it is
looking bigger as well. “Oh, it looks like you are
going to cum again as well. What a nice little slut you
are. You are enjoying being fucked up the ass.” She
keeps up her thrusts. “I want you to cum, but not until
I cum. When I shoot my cum up your ass I want you to
cum again. I also do not want you to move your head. I
want you to shoot as much on your face as you can.” She
starts to thrust harder. “Soon. Soon I will cum, and
you will cum, and I will have this all on video tape
for us to relive again and again.”

He moaned slightly, his eyes open watching her as he
heard her and whimpered at the way she talked about
fucking him and how his cock looked. His heart pounding
with each thrust, his fingers clenching harder into his
flesh as he feels blood trickle from his hands and his
knuckles go white. His hips grinding against her again
as he moans out, his cock about to burst, balls full
and ready to explode a load of his seed over him. His
lips part and he moans louder. His eyes opened wider
hearing her last words. Did she say video tape?
“N…noooo.” He protested. He moans again, his ass
taking and squeezing, milking, that cock.

She smiles at you. “Of course I am videotaping this. I
just know that you would like to be able to sit down
and watch all of this.” She keeps fucking your ass
hard. “Oh, I’m about to cum in your ass slut. You will
come with me.” She starts to bear down on you even
more. “Here is comes slut. Here comes my cum in your
ass.” She thrusts in one last time as deep as she can.
You can feel her cock thicken as the first pulse of her
cum jets in to your ass. She moans loudly as jet after
jet enters your ass.

His eyes widened and he struggled, trying to get her
out of him. He tried to settle his body down as he felt
her penetrating deeper. He whimpered, hearing her words
again, his breathing faster. “N…NOO!” He shouted that
as he felt her cum into his tight ass and, without a
second thought, his body betrayed him. His cum squirted
even as his mouth was still open from shouting out, his
cum squirting into his mouth. It landed upon his face
as he whimpered and shut his lips, trying to keep that
cum from going all over. But it coated his face and
dripped against his neck and chest-

She watches your face as she cums in your ass. “Oh,
that was so good. You were such a good slut, doing like
you were supposed to do.” She moves her arms and lays
down upon you, her cock still in your ass, her breasts
on your chest. She takes a hand and uses the fingers to
collect your cum from your neck and chest. When she has
gotten all that she could on her fingers, she raises
them to your mouth. “Clean my fingers. Suck your cum
from my fingers slut.”

He rested there and squirmed a bit, feeling that cum
stopped up in his ass. He whimpered, feeling her laying
against him now, hearing that he was a good slut for
her. Her fingers caressing his neck and chest caused a
small shiver. Listening to her, sill bound, his lips
obediently parted and took her finger sucking it
softly, his body shaking as he shared in the taste of
it.

She watched as he did as she asked. “I bet you like
being a slut.” She sits up, pulling her now softening
cock out of your ass. She moves forward and squats
down, her cock above your face, the head just brushing
your lips. “Open your mouth wide so that you can clean
off my dick.”

His body shook and he whimpered trying to pull his head
away for a moment, unsure about this. As his body
quivered, he did not want that think about her taking
another hole of his.

She grabs a hold of your head and forces your mouth
open. “If you bite me at all, or don’t do what I have
asked of you, I will make sure that copies of the video
go to your family and friends.” She smiles as she feeds
her cock in to your mouth, stuffing as much in as she
can. “Use your tongue and make sure it is all cleaned
off slut.”

He whimpered and he felt her pressing her cock into his
lips. Now he could not really argue. It was humiliating
and would be worse if his family found out. He sighed
and resigned himself to this. As he cleaned her cock
with his tongue slowly licking over it, he thought the
taste was odd. Still, he slowly lapped it up, closing
his eyes, as he could smell her and her juices.

She looks down at him sucking on her cock. When it was
cleaned off, she stood up. “Thank you, slut. This has
been fun so far.” She grabbed something from her bag.
Seeing that your mouth was still open she quickly
popped something inside your mouth. She then wrapped it
around your head, gagging you, keeping you from
shouting out. She got off the bed and started putting
her clothes back on. “I need to get something to drink
and maybe a bite to eat.” She walks towards the door.
“Don’t worry, I will be back shortly and we can
continue this then.” She takes one last look at him
then walks out the door, shutting it behind her,
leaving him cuffed to the headboard, gagged, and
thrashing around.

With that, I lowered the collar to the table between us
and left it there. My heart was beating harder and
faster than I could ever remember. I may have looked
the part of a confident Master, but I was terrified
that she would reject it. It went against the grain to
need her so badly in our lives. She was, in many ways,
still a child, just 18 yeaars old. She was still finding out
who she was and what she was going to become. I knew,
in the end, she would likely leave us. For all my Dominance,
I had no control over that. So, I would take what I could
from her while I could. This was the first step.

“We will be waiting for you in our room.” The use of
“our” may have sounded to her as if I was referring to
it being Sue and my room. That wasn’t the case
however. It was Sue, mine, and Amber’s room. The
tone of my voice made it clear this wasn’t a request.
“Come properly clothed.” Ah yes, properly clothed. If
she chose to take the collar, that would mean naked
except for the collar. If she chose not to take it,
then it would be in her night clothes. I resisted the
need to explain any of that. She was bright, she would
know the meaning.

I turned and left, not waiting for an answer. She had
been quiet the entire time. Whether it was because she
was shocked at my presumption, or just at a loss of
words I wasn’t sure. I resisted the urge to look over
my shoulder to check to see if she either put on the
collar or left the house entirely. It was ironic that I
was asking, no, stating that she wanted me to have
control when in reality she had the power. I had, early
in the relationship, allowed her to have that power and
push me around with it. Women do that to men when they
know we are in total lust of them. I have only recently
gotten my head on strait enough to reverse it.

“So, how did it go?” Sue asked as I closed the door
behind me.

“Well enough, I suppose. She’ll either accept it or she
won’t. She wants it though, I know. I just wish she
would stop fighting herself.” I looked over my wife and
pet appreciatively. Amber was definitely prettier
than Sue, there was no denying, but that didn’t mean I
desired Sue any less. They each had their own unique
qualities that I loved.

Where Amber was slight and curvaceous, Sue was
built like a brick. If I said she was a dyke, most
people wouldn’t doubt me in the least. Of course, she
wasn’t. She was most definitely bisexual, but not a
total dyke. She was about as muscular as I was, and
made wrestling matches challenging and fun. She had
large breasts, about a D cup. They complimented her
frame allowing her to have some feminine curves. Of
course they were also fun to play with as well.

“And if she doesn’t take it?” she asked as she lunged
on the “orgy bed.” The orgy bed was a queen and twin
sized mattress lying next to each other which we slept
on so our legs were on the twin and the rest of our
body on the queen. Allowed more room for a third
person, but it also allowed me to stretch out
lengthwise. I tend to feel a bit claustrophobic and I
stand an even 6′2″, so a standard bed was just too
short for me.

Sue was decked out in her leather brazier, fishnet
stockings, and black silk panties. She was more eager
and hopeful that tonight would work out as we hoped
than she would admit to herself. I knew her too well
though. Besides it was obvious by the heavy scent of
her sex, which always got me excited, thick in the air.

“Like I said before, if she doesn’t, she doesn’t. I
love her and am willing to wait for her, but I am done
pining over her.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“And I’ll probably say it again. I know. But right now,
that’s how I feel.” I was more than a bit frustrated by
the rollercoaster ride of my feelings. Sue was right,
I had been here before, and I had even dropped
Amber off my “I love you and will do anything for
you” emotional radar, but it never lasted.

The door opened behind me and there was Amber. She
had the finest body I had ever seen, but I didn’t even
notice it as it stood naked before me. All I saw was
the collar. The rollercoaster ride had at last ended.

Inside, I was shaking so hard it felt like I was back
in LA during the Northridge quake. Outside, I gave a
slight smile and nodded as if her acceptance was never
in doubt. “Good.” Shit! I realized I couldn’t even
touch her without cumming from the excitement. Not
good, but I had a way around it for now. “Sue, my pet,
your gift has arrived properly wrapped. Would you like
to play with it?”

“Oh yes Master!” she exclaimed with obvious glee.
Amber had teased Sue at least as bad as she teased
me, if not worse.

“I’m not horny though…” Amber demurred. I
expected it. She’d done this line so many times it was
almost tired. The only reason it wasn’t is that getting
her to the point of begging for my cock when she
supposedly “wasn’t horny” had become one of my favorite
games.

“Slave, I did not ask for your opinion. Now lay on the
bed at let your Mistress have her fun.”

“But…”

That’s all I gave her time to say as I reached out and
grabbed her collar, then used my strength to drag her
to the bed. Amber’s willful objections meant I had
one thing to do immediately. Of course, I have wanted
to do this for a long time. Pulling her downwards at
the last second caught her off guard and she landed on
her knees, bent over the bed. I placed my left hand on
her back to pin her there. “Now that you are my slave,
some new rules you will abide by. First, you will do as
told without question. I would have let it slide with
just telling you that this once, but you have also been
a horrible cock tease. Turning on all the men around
you just for the fun of it but never putting out,
turning us against each other with a wiggle of your
hips. You know what I do with cock teasing slaves?”

I felt her muscles tense under my hand. She knew what
was coming. Good. “I haven’t been…”

Smack.

It wasn’t a hard smack, at least not as hard as it will
become. Her ass pinked nicely in the outline of my
hand. She shifted her weight a bit, trying not to admit
how much she had enjoyed the abuse. “I asked if you
know what I do to cock teasing slaves. Answer.”

“You spank them?”

I paused for a second expectantly, then: Smack. “You
spank them, what?”

“You spank them Master?”

“Good. You have seen Sue take her punishment in the
past. You know what is expected.” It was a statement,
not a question. Again, Amber was bright. I didn’t
have to worry that she wouldn’t understand. “Pet, how
many spankings does our slave deserve?” I asked
pleasantly.

“It is her first official spanking, and she’s being
punished for things she did before becoming our slave,
so keep it small. How about five?”

I nodded. “You are right, but five is still too light
for her crime. I’m going to double it.”

Amber started to kick and scream. “Stop it! Let me
go Dusty, I’m serious! This is fucked up and you know
it! Sue, help…. Oh!”

I’d just stuck a finger into her pussy and back out
again. I put my finger to my nose and sniffed. Damn she
smelled good. I let Sue have a whiff before wafting it
under Amber’s nose. “Smell your cum slave. You’re
ready for this and eager so give up the bull shit.”

“I’m not…”

Smack

“No more talking back. Now, prepare for your
punishment.”

Smack!

She yelped a bit. I had ramped up the pain index a bit
since she’d taken a few already. I rubbed the spot
lightly for a second, giving her a chance to count. She
didn’t. “Disobedient tonight, aren’t we? Believe me
your ass will give out before my hand does.” She looked
confused for a second, but then remembered what she’d
forgotten. She just started to speak when the next blow
landed.

“One!” She all but screamed.

“Better,” I said with satisfaction as my hand continued
to caress her ass and thighs.

Smack!

“Two!”

I continued to rain down blow after blow on her ass as
it became redder, but continuing to caress and play
with it as well between blows to keep her stimulated.
It was hard to tell at times if she enjoyed it or hated
it if you only based it on her face, but the heady
scent of her juices made her enjoyment clear. She
“forgot” to count occasionally, so I had to start all
over. Every five or so I would increase the strength of
the blow just to keep the pain fresh in her mind.
Finally she had had enough and counted the full ten.

“All yours Pet.” I told Sue, stepping away. Amber
made as if to run, but as soon as she got to her feet I
placed my hand on her chest and roughly pushed her
backwards so she fell flat on the bed. Sue did the
rest. She wasn’t as strong as I was, but it was a near
thing sometimes. She quickly pinned Amber’s arms
and began giving long slow sensual kisses.

Sue was a submissive normally, so topping Amber
was a new experience. I watched carefully to be sure
she didn’t take it too far too fast and gave pointers.
Sue quickly had Amber’s arms fastened to the
corners of the bed then attempted to go to Amber’s
neck. Amber moved her head to block access and was
mostly successful. After two more failed attempts, I
spoke up. “Pet, don’t let your slave have a choice.
Grab her hair and take what you want. Like so.” Instead
of going after Amber, I grabbed a large handful of
Sue’s hair, and pulled her head back for a rough kiss.
“Understand?”

“Yes master.” Sue looked down at Amber’s mostly
prone body and smiled as she realized that for once
Amber had no choice. All those times that Amber
had bitten down on her neck and then ran off before
Sue could retaliate were going to end now! She grabbed
Amber’s hair just as I had and pulled her head to
the side before latching onto her neck.

After that, Amber gave up on protesting and simply
laid back and enjoyed herself. It was impossible to
pretend she didn’t enjoy it with all the moaning she’d
been doing. Lady on lady action was always a turn on,
and watching the two women I loved more than anything
in the world at it took it to a whole new level. My
favorite was watching them grind pussies with the
double ended dong between them. I jacked off once to
that scene. After about ten minutes after that I was
once again erect and now in control over myself, so I
and walked over to the ladies. “Pet, it’s time to get
your new toy. I want to try something interesting.”

Sue didn’t ask questions, she simply went to the “toy
chest” and started looking through it. While she was
busy there, I untied Amber. She made to run, but I
didn’t give her any chance. I manhandled her, rolling
her over on her stomach and lifting her ass in the air.
I placed weight on both of her legs with my knees while
using my left hand to again pin her shoulders to the
bed. With the other hand I reached up to the headboard
and grabbed the lube. A quick squeeze and a rub and I
was ready.

I just couldn’t resist saying it. “Your ass is now
MINE.” Nor could I resist the smile that creased my
face having fantasized and dreamed of this moment for
so long. I placed my dick at her ass and began to push
in. Amber was well versed in anal sex, and it
didn’t take much effort to get my dick in her fully.

Sue was approaching us at this point, so I grabbed
Amber’s tits and rolled over onto my back, dragging
her with me. Sue had the new toy setup and ready; a
strap on. “Fuck her pet. Make her cry for more.”

I’d told Sue about this fantasy, and she didn’t waist
any time fulfilling it. She got up, kneeled down, and
inserted the strap on. I didn’t move an inch while Sue
pounded Amber’s pussy. I didn’t need too. The
violent fucking Sue delivered forced Amber’s ass
too do all the moving for me. Besides, if I had
actively fucked her it would probably have ripped her
up. That just wouldn’t do.

Sue was a responsive fuck, so it didn’t surprise me to
see her cum multiple times within minutes. The strap on
had an insert that directly stimulated both her clit
and cunt. It was a wonderful invention.

After fifteen minutes she announced she needed a
breather. Rather than break up we rolled as one and I
began to fuck Amber’s ass while Sue simply laid
still. It didn’t take much longer for me to blow my
load inside her and pull out.

Breathing heavily, I looked over at Amber who
looked to have been fucked into a catatonic state.
“Slave, clean up your Mistress with your tongue.”
Amber just rolled over onto her stomach and stuck
her head between Sue’s legs and began licking. It
wasn’t the most inspired oral sex, but it was enough to
get Sue off one more time. It also got me hard as
granite again.

I grabbed the strap on and removed the dildo. I
replaced it with one that did not insert into the
wearer’s vagina and put the entire contraption on so it
was sitting just below my dick. Lifting Amber’s ass
into the air I aimed first the dildo, and then my cock,
and began fucking Amber’s now very slippery holes
with abandon. “Who’s ass is this?” I asked Amber.

“Yours Master.”

That was all I needed to cum one last time and fall on
top of her. The three of us fell asleep like that, and
when we woke up we were all snuggling together. I
kissed the nearest mouth first, which turned out to be
Amber’s, then the other, Sue’s. They smiled, and
we all fell back to sleep contentedly.

“Yes, Master,” she timidly said.

“Then why are your clothes still on? Strip!”

She hurried to comply with my command as I glared at her
and continued my predatory circling. In an instant her
clothes were scattered about and she stood before me
completely naked.

“Hands behind your head, bitch, and legs apart.”

She moved as I commanded exposing her nicely trimmed cunt
and lifting her firm tits with their protuberant nipples.
I continued to move around her but now I squeezed and
fondled as I moved. I weighed each tit and gave it a
squeeze. I stroked her ass cheeks and slapped them hard.

I stood in front of her and staring down into her
trembling face I slowly inserted a finger into her cunt.
It was sopping wet and when I found the clit it was rock
hard.

She was prime, but I didn’t intend to tell her that.
“Bitch, you aren’t good enough to be my sex slave. You’re
not even good enough to be my cock slave. You might be
suitable as a jizz slave, though.” I paused, shoved three
fingers into her grasping cunt and said “Are you
interested in being my jizz slave, bitch?”

“I don’t understand,” she quailed.

“It’s easy, cunt. A sex slave has some rights. A cock
slave is a lower form of life with barely a safeword to
protect her. A jizz slave is scum and has no rights at
all, not even a safeword.” I continued to work my fingers
into her steaming cunt.

“If you become my jizz slave, and I’m not sure you’re
even fit for that, you will be under my absolute control.
Your body and your life will be mine to dispose of as I
wish. You will exist solely to worship my jizz and its
sacred source, my cock and balls. You will be used and
abused in any way that pleases me and helps me fill you
with cum.”

She was silent, but my fingers could feel the gush of
cunt juices as she thrilled at the abasement that could
be hers. She only paused a moment before saying in a
faltering voice, “I would like to be your jizz slave,
Master.” I was thrilled. The cunt was to be mine.

“We shall see if you are suitable. I will test you. On
your knees.” She sunk to her knees. I moved behind her
and stripped. Grabbing her by the hair I then moved
quickly in front of her with my cock inches from her
mouth. She gasped in fear as she took in the sight of my
12-inch long, three-inch diameter cunt ripper.

“Let’s see how well you suck, bitch.” She opened her
mouth and tried to insert my cock, but it was hard work.
I assisted by slowly and inexorably forcing my cock into
her mouth as I held her head.

“Lap it with your tongue and suck, don’t just lip it.”

Her tongue started moving against my rod and I could feel
the vacuum she developed all the way to my jizz-filled
balls.

“If you pass the cock-sucking test, we’ll see how you are
at cunt fucking it. Then it’s on to butt fucking.”

When I hear her arrive I will take off the apron and open
the door to greet her as humbly as I can. I will greet
her in the subservient manner that she expects. If she
doesn’t get what she demands, she will punish me.

The table will be set and all the dishes will be ready to
serve. We’re having chicken, snap peas, couscous and
salad. Even a lowly slave like me can’t screw that up too
badly. I have, hopefully, set the table for two.

When she sweeps confidently into the house she will
inspect me in passing before handing me her purse and
briefcase to put up. She will then have me stand at
attention while she squeezes my cock to make sure it is
hard and fondles my balls to make sure they are full.

She will sit in her easy chair and accept the glass of
wine that I will pour for her. While she sips and
disdainfully ignores me she will read the mail while I
will put dinner on the table. I will hold her chair for
her when she sits. Keeping my cock available for her to
handle, I will serve her plate.

Maybe she will have me sit next to her and eat. Maybe she
will just have me stand next to her at attention while
she dines in single splendor. Maybe she will have me
crawl beneath the table and lap her cunt while she enjoys
her repast.

Afterwards she will require me to go to the bedroom with
her. There she will have me remove her garments one at a
time. When I remove her blouse she will expect me to kiss
her neck and chest. When I remove her skirt I will be
required to kiss her stomach and tongue her belly button.
I will be ‘forced’ to suck her magnificent tits when I
remove her bra. I will be on my knees and ready to suck
her cunt when I remove her panties.

If I have been good, she won’t take me over her lap and
spank my bottom while I snivel and howl like a naughty
boy. If I’ve been good she’ll have me lie on the bed on
my back. Then she’ll climb over me and lower her hot,
juicy cunt onto my cock. She’ll lean forward so that her
tits are near my lips. I’ll be expected to suck her
nipples and it will be a strain to hold my head high
enough so that I can suck while she fucks me.

But fuck me she will. In and out, up and down. I dare not
cum before she is ready. She is the mistress. I am just a
slave — the bearer of a cock to be used for her
pleasure. She will use it for as long as she wants.

I have learned my place. She will cum and cum again. She
will have a third and a fourth orgasm. Maybe more. When
she is satisfied, and only then, she will demand that I
cum. And cum I must. My jizz will be a sacred offering to
her dominant womanhood.

 He didn’t  seem  to  feel  entirely  himself in
other ways.  When he’d retired for the night, he felt a
distinct soreness in the throat which usually indicated
the onset of a bad cold or flu, accompanied by a fever-
ishness and headache.  His body had the normal aches of
a 68-year old man,  but more intense tonight, more per-
sistent,  and he had tossed and turned for some timebe-
fore falling into a dreamless and feverish sleep.  Now,
awake,  Mr. Adams felt  refreshed,  fever-free,  pain
free, and somehow much younger.   He felt as if he were
twenty-one again.  And,  glancing at his hands,  he was
startled  to  find that the liver spots and wrinkles to
which he had been accustomed  in  his  declining  years
were gone.   His body felt much younger and more alive;
in fact,  he noted that,  for  the  first  time in more
years  than he wished to think about,  he was possessed
of a waking erection of considerable firmness.

 What in the hell was going on?

 A door,  previously unnoticed,  opened opposite
his bed, and a tall,  balding man in a gray uniform en-
tered.  “Good day, sir, and welcome,” he said. “I trust
you had an easy passage.”

 ”Passage?” said Mr. Adams.  “Passage? What do
you mean?  Where am I?”

 ”Ah,  yes,  of course,” responded the stranger.
“You don’t realize yet.   Oh,  dear, I do dislike these
explanations and . . .well, it can’t be helped. Mr. ah,
Mr…..”   He fumbled in his pocket for a  notepad  and
studied it . “Mr. . . yes, here were are . . .’Adams.
Age 68.  Massive heart attack. Single. Lived alone.  No
previous health problems.  Will probably be unprepared’
I see.  Yes. Well, Mr. Adams, I am here to inform you
that you are now at a new stage of your existence. That
is, you are what you would describe as ‘dead.’ Actually
it is the wrong term,  but  that is what you would pro-
bably call it.  Your other life ended last  night,  and
you have now arrived here.  I am your personal servant,
and this is your room, and for quite some time, perhaps
for all ‘time’ you will ‘live’ here, and I will tend to
your needs.   You ask for whatever you wish, and I will
arrange to see that you have it.  You are here to enjoy
whatever  you  want,  and  I  am here to provide it for
you.” 

 Mr. Adams had never been a religious man, nor
had he ever seriously  contemplated  what  might  be in
store for him, if anything, after death.   He had lived
a fairly decent life, with a normal share of deception,
fornication, gluttony, greed, and duplicity, especially
around his sexual life. He had not been, in his opinion
a  bad  person,  but  he  had not been especially good,
either.   He was certainly an inherently  selfish  man,
living his life for  his  own  satisfaction with no in-
terest in marriage or family or the welfare of his fel-
low man. In fact, he was regarded by those who knew him
as a striving businessman, a bit over-competitive, per-
haps,  always  willing to screw anyone who stood in his
way, but not atypical in this regard. 

 Had any  of  his  business  associates know, of
course, that Mr. Adams had a secret  fascination with
spanking, a life-long obsession with all the literature
and  art  he  could  collect in this regard, a vault of
video-tapes from  Shadow Lane,  Calstar,  Redboard  and
others, a library filled with everything from Victorian
birching  novels  to the  most  recent issues of “Spank
Hard,” “Ma’am,” and  “Stand Corrected,”   he might have
been  vulnerable  as a corporate executive.  Had anyone
ever learned of his many  trips to local establishments
which allowed him to indulge his  passion for stripping
young women of all types and delivering sound spankings
to their bared bottoms,  he might not have been able to
remain  in  the  position of power he occupied.  Yet he
never  felt that these excursions,  or his  out-of-town
liaisons on business  trips  with  ladies  both profes-
sional  and  amateur,  ladies  who allowed him to spank
them,  or who, on occasion, put him over their knees to
redden his backside,  and generally followed such acti-
vities with cunnilingus,  fellatio,  and sexual  inter-
course,  were really sinful,  in spite of establishment
morality.     He felt that such activities were his own
business and no one else’s,  and had he ever thought of
an afterlife,  he would not have expected to be visited
by any heavenly  retribution  for  his sexual proclivi-
ties.   Looking about him,  and now contemplating  what
seemed to be his  apportioned  due  for the life he had
led, Mr.  Adams was gratified to see that he had been
entirely correct in this assumption.

 Mr. Adams had never failed to provide for his
own desires,  and  his  adjustment  to  his new circum-
stances was rapid.    He quickly had his  new  liveried
servant,  who called himself  “Aaron”  provide his room
with  comfortable  furniture, a complete  media center,
stocked  with  video  tapes and CD’s,  a closet full of
silk suits cut in an Italian  fashion as well as a full
variety of sports clothes,  formal and informal outfits
and shoes, and a Cuvier’s bathtub.   Before the day was
out  he  had  taken a long and luxurious steaming bath,
dressed in pajamas of gossamer quality,  and ordered  a
meal  of  steak  and  lobster  with exquisite soups and
sauces to accompany it,  followed by  a  rich chocolate
dessert,  feather light, and freshly-brewed coffee of a
richness he had never  tasted before.  With some trepi-
dation,  he asked  Aaron if there was any  way he could
have some  feminine companionship,  and within a minute
was  introduced to a young lady of perfect proportions,
dewy skin,  honeyed lips,  and,  he  discovered  later,
pelvic  thrusting which was awesome in its strength and
unflagging in its duration.

 Mr. Adams  spent  the next few days exploring
the space outside his room which  seemed to change from
day to day in ways which fit his desires.  If he wished
there to be a country club at his door,  with a freshly
trimmed golf course, there was. If he preferred a sandy
beach with Nubia’s  maidens scattered about,  the beach
was  there for him, and so were the maidens.  He could,
simply by asking for it,  conjure  up a street of shops
with  goods  of  every description the highest quality,
and he could take whatever  he  wished from any of them
without  paying.  There  were theaters  to  visit,  and
restaurants  to  try,  and  always  willing female com-
panionship,  willing to spend  his  days in leisure and
his nights in lustful explorations,  and  every morning
his  companion  would  vanish without recriminations on
her part or any obligations  on  his.  It was, he real-
ized,  his  life  as  he  had  wished  it to be-without
obligation or concern for anyone but himself. 

 Of course,  after a time, it became a bit dull.
But Aaron was at his hand to supply work when he wanted
it,  and Mr. Adams was able to work as he had when he
wanted to,  and he  did  not let himself be too worried
about whether or not that work had any real purpose.

 Still,  it was not too long before  Mr. Adams
became a bit restless.  He also felt a familiar longing
come  over  him,  one  which  had  surfaced   regularly
throughout his life,  and one which,  even though Aaron
knew him quite intimately,  he was embarrassed to share
with him. But before long, the urge became too great to
resist, and Aaron had to be consulted.

 ”Aaron?” Mr. Adams inquired, “I would like to
visit a bookstore  today  where  I  can find a somewhat
special kind of literature,  related to,  uh, well, ac-
tually,  spanking.   You know, stories about spankings,
drawings, childhood experiences, that sort of thing. It
interests me.”

 ”Oh,  I am sorry sir,”  said Aaron.   “We don’t
have any of that here for you.”

 ”How odd,”  said Mr. Adams.   “Nothing? There
must be some such place, even here.   You do have porno
shops don’t you?”

 ”Oh, yes sir.   We do indeed.   But they do not
have any of that kind of material.   No books, no video
tapes, no magazines concerning spanking.  Nothing.  Not
for you, sir. Sorry.”

 ”I don’t understand this,” said Mr. Adams. “I
thought you could get me anything I wanted.”

 ”Not quite,” said Aaron, with what seemed to be
the hint of a sly grin.

 ”Well,  how about a girl — not one for sex, at
least not just for sex.  Aaron, can you get me a girl I
can spank.  I mean,  I know  it may seem odd,  but that
happens to be what interests me, and, well, that’s what
I want. Make her about 18, in a little school-girl uni-
form,  with  white  cotton  panties.  And get me an old
fashioned wooden hairbrush while you are at it, and…”

 ”Sorry.  sir.  I cannot  do  that.  No spanking
here. No one will allow you to spank them.  No one will
spank you. No books. No magazines.  I cannot discuss it
with you, sir. No one can. That’s the way it is.”

 ”But, Aaron, what is this? I have to admit it -
spanking is the one thing I have always been passionate
about.   Is it really such a bad thing?   It’s outlawed
here?   Have I been wrong in  believing it to be an in-
nocent pastime?”

 ”Oh,  yes,  sir,  it  *is* an innocent pastime.
Many others enjoy it in the afterlife.  It is a wonder-
ful pleasure for those who practice it,  I  understand.
In fact,  it can be especially enjoyable when it can be
done openly,  and endlessly,  in front of others,  with
all ages and sexes, in so many ways. It is a delightful
erotic pleasure. But not here, sir;  at least,  not for
you, sir. Never.”

 ”But Aaron, I love spanking.  I think of it all
the time.  It has always been the central passion of my
life.  If I can’t enjoy spanking, I might as well be in
hell!”

 ”Yes, sir.  Well, sir,  where did you think you
were?”

“How many did you do today?” I asked, meaning how many
inmates did she discipline.

“Four,” she whispered. “They were all severe.”

“Mm-hmmm,” I responded, gliding my hand over her breasts.
“What were they like?” I continued to tickle-touch her
neck, breasts, and abdominal area. She was on her back
now.

“I used the tawse on the first one. He carried on a lot
toward the end - much like you do!”
“You bitch,” I mock-scolded her as I tweaked her
hardening nipple. “I bet you were creaming in your
panties the whole time, weren’t you?”

“Oh, Jim,” Audry moaned with pleasure as I continued to
play with her nipples.

“Did you do the forehand-backhand thing then?” I queried.
This refers to when she stands directly behind the
spankee and delivers the strap with alternate forehand
and backhand strokes. It is extremely painful because it
makes contact with the very tender skin toward the sides
of the buttocks, and also because the strokes can be
delivered very rapidly. I visualized her in the
punishment room, her ponytail swinging from side to side
as she whipped the strap forcefully back and forth…

“Not the whole time,” she giggled. “Just the last thirty
or so. I should do that to you sometime when you’re tied
up so you can’t move,” she teased.

“Oh, you ARE a bitch.” I moved my hand down to her furry
mound. She was lubricating very heavily, and gasped when
I stroked her labia with my fingers. “And look at this,”
I continued. “You’re getting off on this aren’t you, you
nasty little cunt?”

“Oh Jim!” she responded.

“And look what you’re doing to me,” I told her and guided
her hand over to my erect member. “You are SUCH a nasty
girl, getting me all hard like this!”

Audry wrapped her hand around my erection and teasingly
manipulated it.

“Did you use the paddle tonight?” I asked, my breathing
becoming more rapid.

“Yes. I paddled the other three. Oh, Jim, I get so hot
when I give strappings and paddlings!”

“You’re all juicy and slippery down there, Audry. You
like the way they try to take it at first, don’t you,” I
asked, continuing to tease her vaginal area. “You like
it when they try to keep from crying out. And you love
it when they beg you to stop, when they say ‘No More,
please stop!’, and you just keep on, don’t you? You like
punishing them after they say they can’t take any more,
don’t you! You like it, you little bitch!” I stepped up
the tempo as my fingers stimulated her protruding
clitoris. Audry’s juices were copiously coming forth.

Audry arched her back and wordlessly vocalized her
climax while her whole body trembled.

I kissed her warmly on the mouth and then entered her.

“Oh God, Audry, I love the way you cum!” I exclaimed as
I brusquely pounded her pussy with my thrusting. “I love
you and everything about you, Audry. I love to say your
name, Audry! I love all the things you do to me!”

Her whole body moving back and forth with each thrust,
Audry looked directly into my eyes with an excited
smile. “Do you like it when I paddle you, Jim? Do you
like it when I take the leather strap to you and whip you
till my arm gets tired? Do you like it when I whip you
until you beg me to stop? Jim, do you like that?”

“Yes! You fucking little bitch, I love it all!”

“Ohhh Jim… Ohhh Jim!” she moaned.

We thrashed about as I spurted into her hot womanhood
with total abandon. After a few minutes our breathing
returned to normal. I withdrew from inside Audry and
her vagina made a slurping sound. She tenderly ran her
fingers through my hair and, pretending to scold me,
said, “You’ve earned quite a few demerits tonight with
all those names you called me, Jim. That’s no way to
talk to a lady. We are going to deal with this tomorrow
evening and I’m gong to have to be quite strict with
you.” Then she giggled.

“Oh, Audry,” I said.

“It’s me, Alley. I’m at the airport. You still working?”

“Yeah, shit, I didn’t realize it was so late. We’re
installing the upgrade on the network this weekend so
that we don’t disrupt the faculty too much.”

“If you’re busy, I can take a cab.”

“No, no, no, I’ll be there. James can finish up. We were
almost done anyway. Let me finish a few things and I’ll
be over there,” Alley could hear the smile in Ken’s
voice, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too. See you then.”

Alley sat outside the small terminal and pulled a book
from her bag. It would difficult to guess when Ken
would arrive. She had read at least one chapter when
Ken pulled up in his Saturn. Alley considered the
curiosity that Ken was the first man she had dated
for any length that could afford a new car. It was also
the first new car Ken could afford to buy. They were
becoming adults, imagine that.

Alley rolled her bag to the curb while her big man
unfolded himself out of the driver’s seat. His gut was
getting more pronounced, and she herself was feeling
more than a little overfed after a week with family.
They both needed exercise, and Alley knew what Ken’s
solution would be.

“What are you grinning about?”

“Oh, nothing. Just imagining you trying to climb out of
that old Civic you told me about.”

“It was a good car! It served me well.”

“Oh really? That must have been the first ten years.”

Ken shut the trunk after loading the suitcase. Alley
placed a new soft-sided briefcase in the back seat and
stepped into the passenger side.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asked.

“Yep, it’s a laptop. Dad gave it to me. I had made a
random comment about wanting one…”

“Geez… He just gave you a laptop?”

“Well, it’s a ‘belated graduation/help Alley get a real
job’ gift,” Alley chuckled quietly. “I had really wanted
a trip to Europe, but I had to start the postdoc right
away… Anyway, that’s just how Dad shows he cares, to
not accept his gifts would be a slap in the face…”

“So how was dear old Dad, how does he feel about us
living together?

Did he give you a hard time?”

“He doesn’t know, I mean about the relationship part.
I’ve had male roommates before, so unless you told
him… He didn’t comment,” Alley looked at Ken as he
drove. He opened his mouth to speak, and then closed
it. Alley’s postdoc position would last another nine
months, and then she would have to find a faculty
appointment somewhere.

Whether Ken would come with her was still uncertain,
it was clear he was satisfied with the status quo. She
hadn’t told her father because she didn’t have anything
to tell. “Besides, I like to pick my battles. He was
concerned about the job situation.”

Ken was silent for a moment, “So you haven’t said
anything about the vacation. Did you have fun?”

“Oh, I guess it was all right, if you like emotional
minefields…”

“Surely you’re exaggerating,” Ken’s eyebrows furrowed
as Alley watched him drive. It was rush hour in the
college town, complicated by the presence of moving
vans. The kids were back. Those in academia will tell
you that college towns would be perfect, if it weren’t
for the students.

“Well, not that much. We just had to get used to each
other again. If it had just been me and my dad, or me
and my brother and his family… You put that many
strong-willed people in one room and… and don’t call
me Shirley.”

“Ha! I was wondering if you’d catch that. So what did
you do?”

“Well, things ran a lot smoother when I kept my mouth
shut and stayed in the kitchen.”

Ken laughed, “As it should be, woman!”

Alley didn’t answer right away. “Yeah, I suppose.”

“What’s the matter? You sound depressed or something.”

“I’m just tired, it’s ragweed season back home, and I
got a headache on the flight. I just need to rest.”

They were sitting at a long light and Alley became lost
in her thoughts. Visiting her family was a strain,
walking on egg shells like that. The idea of a
minefield wasn’t far off. Like the lush, green
countries of Southeast Asia, they appeared a peaceful
family with no trace of the open hostilities of the
past, but a careless word during a stressful moment
could detonate the buried animosities.

In the midst of this, Alley had felt the ground give way
beneath her as she dropped into a forgotten cave. She
had seen at her feet that once familiar subterranean
pool of rage. Alley had gazed into its still depths, she
knew the taste of it, pure, dark, and bitter. She felt
shame, for mixing her metaphors, and for knowing the
pool still existed, that forgiveness and understanding
had not caused the pool to fade away, or at least
diluted its potency.

She wanted desperately to be free of it; Alley did not
want such a terrible resource from which to draw the
power to hurt others. She knew she would ultimately
hurt herself and end up alone. Gratefully, the now
latent anger felt as distant as a dream, Alley could not
get close enough to see her reflection on the jet
surface.

Ken was watching her, “I missed you.” He smiled down
at her and squeezed her knee gently.

“I missed you, too.” Alley tried to look relaxed as she
smiled up at him.

“I’m going to have to call James when we get home.”

“I could have gotten a cab if you needed to work.”

“No way! I plan on making you squeal tonight,” he
grinned. “What’s your pleasure?”

“It’s up to you. I’ve gotten out of the habit of making
the decisions this week. You can make the call.”

“Be careful what you wish for… With that kind of
attitude, I might request something very special.
Hehehehe…”

“Such as?”

“Such as… a little sub/dom?”

“Gee, I should have known.”

“I should have known, SIR.”

“Well, considering I’ve been practicing all week, now
is as good a time as any.” Alley blew her nose
vigorously. “Damn allergies.”

“Do you want to wait until you’re feeling better?”

“Nah, you’re lucky to get me while my resistance is
down. Jest let me take something for the headache and
get cleaned up. That should give you enough time to
think stuff up.”

“My dear, I’ve been thinking stuff up since the seventh
grade!”

They pulled up into the driveway, and Ken carried in
Alley’s bags as they walked into the house. Alley walked up
the stairs and grabbed her bathrobe before heading to
the shower. She could hear Ken talking with James, his
assistant, while she pulled out the pain reliever from
the medicine cabinet.

Alley sat on the edge of the bathtub, unable to decide
whether she wanted a shower or a bath. She ached from
sitting in the cramped plane, but there was also the
issue of time. Beside, she’d probably fall asleep in a
bath. This night was going to be for Ken, so she set
the water to cool, and took off her robe. As Alley was
stepping into the tub, she heard a quick rap on the
door and turned to see Ken’s head poke in.

“Alley, guess who called, while I was talking to James?
Ryan Lefevre… I invited him over… Remember how you
once said you could imagine a threesome with him? This
is going to be great!”

Alley looked stunned for a moment, trying to decide how
to react. She wanted to know if Ken had already told
Ryan about their speculations, how long he had known,
how he had reacted. Alley paused.

“As you wish, Master.” Alley lowered her eyes and held
still, making no attempt to cover herself as Ken
stared at her.

Alley couldn’t see the slow, wide grin appear on Ken’s
face, but she could hear it in his voice. “Oh, this is
going to be good.” The man continued to look at the
naked woman in front of him. Alley did not move.

“Sir?”

“Huh? Oh yeah. Yes, Allison?”

“May I be allowed to finish my shower, Sir?”

“Oh, of course. Please continue, Allison.”

“And, Sir?”

“Yes, Allison?”

“Does Master have any special requests as to what his
humble slave shall wear?”

Ken paused. “I know, that thing we bought last month.
And those shoes you have… uh… you know the ones…
Damn, I wish I had a leash!”

Alley’s eyes flickered for a moment before she said, “If
it pleases you, Master, I do have a velvet choker that
may give the impression of a collar.”

“Oh, it pleases me very much… but I’ll let you get
ready.”

Alley stepped into the shower in a lighter mood. She was
a performer at heart, especially when costumes were
involved. Whether or not the actress was ready for this
little improvisation, they all would have to wait and
see. Alley was hardly submissive ordinarily, but she was
a trouper and knew when to back off for the sake of the
ensemble. But how far would Ken take this? Alley felt a
tug in her gut and told herself to treat it like a
game, that if it didn’t work out, so what? One night,
give him what he wants.

Refreshed, Alley stepped out of the shower and toweled
off quickly before scurrying into the bedroom. She
brushed out her hair and saw that the summer sun had
brought out the red highlights in her otherwise mousy
locks. Alley had let it grow and the month’s old, but
expensive perm gave her relaxed cascade of warm, soft,
wavy hair. Sometimes you get lucky.

Alley dug into her lingerie drawer and pulled out the
‘thing.’ At first, it looked like a baby-doll nightie,
with sheer black fabric swinging below the bra portion.
But the cups were merely crescent moons, stiff with
padding and underwire. It would support Alley’s ample
breasts while exposing all of the nipple and most of
the pale, round flesh. Alley liked the jet beading that
dangled from the not-even-demi cups, giving a Victorian
look… yearite. Alley had hoped that they could have
found one whose skirt was more opaque, to obscure her
30+ year old hips and belly, but hey, you do the best
with what you’ve got.

Alley slipped on the matching thong and searched for the
velvet choker.

She then pulled out a clutch purse with a removable
chain strap. Slipping the choker through a wide ring at
the end of the chain; Alley was now leashed. Since the
velvet strip was held closed with velcro, it was a
collar in appearance only. Any real resistance on her
part would destroy the illusion. Small comfort once
Ryan showed up, since Ken and he were both over a
foot taller than Alley.

The woman’s hand trembled a little as she applied her
makeup. After a few dabs of perfume, Alley stepped into
the high black suede pumps. She turned to examine the
saucy slave in the mirror, so different from the
bespectacled scientist Alley knew herself to be. It was
funny how the color black worked for her, it set off
her ivory skin. She never looked sickly, even in her
artsy malcontent days. Alley decided she had stalled
enough. She opened the door to the upstairs hallway.

“Are you almost done up there?”

Alley took a deep breath. “I am ready for you, Sir.”

“Lord, I do like the way you say that. Come on, let me
have a look.”

As Alley walked to the head of the stairs, the light from
the living room below caught her. Ken was looking up
at her as he blinked in disbelief. Alley could just see
the camera in Ken’s head panning up from the
stilletos to the thong, pausing to zoom in her now
stiff, exposed nipples and then to the collar. Ken’s
smile told it all, he approved.

“My, but you are a saucy wench, Allison.”

Alley quickly dropped her eyes at the sound of her full
name.

“Thank you, Master.”

Alley stepped down the stairs slowly, unsure of her
footing as the trembling returned. At the foot of the
stairs, Ken waited silently. Alley handed him the free
end of the chain.

“My leash, Master.”

“Ah yes, Allison. Come over here, Allison. Let me
look at you.”

“Yes, Master.”

Ken led Alley to the sofa facing the television.
Anticipating, Alley picked up a pillow.

“Allison, did I tell you to pick up a pillow?”

Alley’s eyes flickered, but she kept them lowered. “No,
Master.”

“Why do you want the pillow, Allison?”

“To kneel on, Master.”

“Did I tell you would be kneeling?”

“No, Master.”

“And do you trust your master so little to assume that
I would not think of your comfort?”

“I trust you, Master.”

“Then give me the pillow, Allison.”

Ken took the pillow and tossed it on the floor, “Bend
over, Allison.”

Alley felt her face flush with anger as she bent over.

“You understand I’m doing this for your own good, you
need to understand the rules,” Ken reached out to
caress Alley’s exposed ass. Alley felt a jolt of pleasure
from the touch of skin on skin. She felt his hand leave
and then a quick rush of air before the sting of a
slap. Alley hadn’t been aware she was holding her breath
until she cried out.

“It’s really for your own good,” Ken said.

“Th-thank you, Master,” Alley’s body shook as she felt
her control of the situation slip away. She tried to
remind herself that she could stop this at any time.
Alley took a few deep breaths to calm down. Ken sat
down on the sofa.

“Allison, now you may take the pillow and kneel before
me. I’d like to look at you for a while.”

“Yes, Master,” Alley replied. She stooped over to pick up
the pillow, and her breasts dangled beneath her. Alley
placed the pillow on the carpet in front of Ken and
began to kneel down. She stopped.

“Master?”

“Yes, Allison?”

“May I take off my shoes, Sir? The heels will dig into
my thighs.”

“Yes, Allison, go ahead. See, that wasn’t so bad, was
it?”

Alley felt the heat rush to her face, but said nothing
but a soft “No, sir.” That boy better be enjoying this
and be damn grateful, she thought. Alley stepped out of
her shoes and kneeled on the pillow, she tried to will
the muscles in her neck and shoulders to relax. Alley
could feel the weight of the chain pull on the velvet
choker. She kept her eyes focused on Ken’s shoes and
her hands in her lap. Ken moved his feet apart and
Alley heard him unzip his pants. Alley tried in vain to
look through her lashes at Ken’s lap.

“Do you want to watch me stroke my cock, Allison?”

“I only want to do what pleases my master.”

“You look so sexy like that, Alley. You’ve got me so hot
right now.”

“It pleases me to know I arouse you, Master.” It was
true, Alley could hear Ken’s voice thicken with
excitement and his breathing become shallow and raspy.
Therein lied her power, and Alley felt herself relax. She
didn’t have to see him stroke himself, Alley could
picture it in her head. She felt her pussy tighten in
response. Alley waited for the next command.

The doorbell rang.

“Stay, Alley!” Ken stuck his hand out as if Alley were a
pet. “It’s Ryan, oh fuck, I wish he had waited about
five minutes and then he would have seen a beautiful
sight… Not that you don’t look fabulous right now,
Allison.” Ken tucked his erection into his pants and
zipped up, hopping to the door.

Alley brought her hand up to adjust the bra and thought
better of it, men had this thing about disheveled
women, and Ken would take another whack at her for
moving. Alley had no intention of being ‘disciplined’ in
front of Ryan. Oh god, Ryan, Alley thought. She just
decided not to think about it, what ever will be, will
be.

Alley would have killed to see the expression on Ryan’s
face as he walked into the room. Actually, she could
only see that his long legs stop just short of the
hallway.

“Uh… Is this some kind of a joke?” Alley heard him say.

Alley risked it, she had to see. She slowly raised her
head, keeping her lids low… really going for effect.
Her heart stopped a moment as she gazed fully into the
handsome man’s face. Oh god, Ryan was beautiful.

“Good Evening, Master Ryan.”

Alley felt herself ooze between her legs as Ryan seemed
to drink her in. Ryan was currently single because yet
another beautiful, charming, intelligent woman got
tired of waiting for him to commit. Ryan was young, it
was understandable. Once Ken introduced Alley to his
friends, they always talked and flirted. Ryan made
girls feel like they were the only woman in the world,
let alone the room. Ryan cracked a grin, and Alley was
released from his spell. Ken didn’t comment on her
impertinence as Alley lowered her gaze.

“All right, where’s the video camera, you guys can’t be
serious!”

“Video camera! I knew I forgetting something! Shit, too
late now really…”

Ryan slowly walked around the couch to take a closer
look at Alley.

“Can I touch her?”

Alley laughed in spite of herself, this getting a little
silly now. However, she could feel her legs begin to
cramp. She tried to work them out somehow without
moving.

“I think she’s getting stiff, maybe we should let her
walk around or something,” Ryan said.

Alley flinched a little again, chaffing at being spoken
of in the third person or more correctly, third pet.
She kept quiet.

“Okay, Allison, you can stand up. Turn around so Ryan
can get a good look at you.”

“Yes, Master.”

Ryan looked from head to toe as Alley displayed herself
to him, still keeping her eyes lowered. The young man’s
erection was evident.

“I’m serious, can I touch her?”

“Sure, but right now I need her lips around my cock.
Have I told you that Alley gives incredible blow jobs?”

“No shit?”

“Allison, bring your pillow close to the sofa. Are you
ready to please your master?”

“Yes, Sir.” Alley really did like the feel of a cock in
her mouth. She was good at it and was proud of that.
Alley bent over to give Ryan a clear view of her ass as
she moved the pillow forward. She smiled when she heard
a guttural “Oh!” behind her. Alley knelt between Ken’s
now bare legs. He had scooted himself to the edge of
the sofa, giving her easy access to him. Alley reached
one arm around his thigh and hip for support as she
bent over. Her behind stuck out like an invitation.

Alley began. She lightly grasped the shaft to hold
Ken’s cock steady as she ran the tip of her tongue
lightly over the cockhead, licking up the precum. Alley
ran her tongue in circles at the crown where the head
met the shaft. Ken’s cock throbbed in her hand and
Alley took the cockhead into her mouth and sucked it
lightly as she rubbed her tongue against it inside her
mouth. Alley took another chance and smiled up at Ken,
she was in familiar territory.

“Oh god, baby, take it all now. I can’t hold out much
longer!”

As Alley tilted her head, she could see Ryan standing
over her, watching her suck Ken. Alley heard the
insistent soft slap-slap as he stroked himself. Alley
tilted her head and relaxed her throat as she sucked
Ken’s cock deep into her mouth. She kept her tongue
rubbing against the shaft as Ken began thrusting, Alley
felt the head pop back into her throat. Now she had to
stay focused, to remember to breath carefully… Alley
just heard Ryan’s slap-slap…

“I want to fuck her, Ken. I’m going to take that wet
pussy of hers hard,” Ryan was breathing heavy.

“Not yet, Ry… Oh god, baby… shit… She might…
might tense up… oh fuck!”

Alley felt the bitter taste swirl a little up to the back
of her mouth, but for the most part, Ken came deep in
her throat. He shuddered beneath her. Alley continued
sucking on Ken’s familiar cock until his hand came to
rest on her head. She pulled herself up, and Alley smiled
up at Ken.

“Does that please my Master?”

“Oh yeah… let me catch my breath… Ry, what’s your
pleasure?”

“Brace yourself, woman. I’m coming in.”

Ryan grabbed Alley’s hips roughly and she felt his cock
press between her lips. She was pretty slick and Alley
reached between her legs to guide him in. Ryan was not
quite as thick as Ken and Alley gripped his cock with
the walls of her pussy to compensate.

“Oh god, you’re loving this, aren’t you, Alley? This is
what you *really* want, isn’t it?”

Ryan fucked her fast and hard as Alley braced herself
against the sofa. She was still positioned between
Ken’s legs and she looked up at him. He smiled at her
and brushed the hair from her face. Alley was so focused
on squeezing Ryan’s cock that her orgasm startled her.
Her hands slipped and her legs trembled. Ryan pulled
her up and Alley bounced like a ragdoll until the young
man came into her shuddering cunt. Alley came to rest
kneeling with on arm on Ken’s thigh and Ryan slumped
over her.

“Shit, Ken, she’s like a fucking milking machine or
something!”

“That’s my Alley!”

Alley felt spent. On other nights, she could outlast
Ken, although she wouldn’t speculate about the well-
conditioned Ryan. Alley let her head and arms drop to
the floor. She stayed there, feeling the sweat cool and
her throbbing heartbeat slow.

“Alley, get up,” Ryan commanded.

She stayed put.

“Ry, leave her alone, she’s tired.”

“She hasn’t wrapped those hot lips around my cock yet.
Alley’s loving this, can’t you see that?”

“Okay, okay, Ry… if you want it that badly,” Alley
started pulling herself up onto her shaky legs, wetness
dripping down.

Ken stood up, “Alley, sit down! Alley is done when I say
she’s done, Ry!”

Alley’s voice sounded deep and angry, “Alley is done when
*I* say she’s done!” The men were stunned into silence.
Alley glared at them and then exhaustion took over, she
sunk down into the sofa with the grunt. “Unhhh… and
I’m done.”

Ryan had the look of angry embarrassment, “Yeah, well,
sorry… I guess I’d better go… and .. um…” His
expression softened, “You were great Alley, really.”

“Thanks, Ry, maybe I can suck your cock another time,
eh?”

Ryan laughed a little, “Yeah, maybe. Good night you
guys.”

Alley had already begun drifting off to sleep when Ken
lifted her off the sofa. She could hear him grunt as he
carried her up the stairs.

“You don’t have to do this… I can walk”

“It’s okay, I’m sorry about Ryan.”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t let you ‘defend’ me, I guess I
don’t do submissive well.”

Ken gave a soft chuckle, “Heh, you were fighting it
every minute… except when you ate my cock like an
icecream cone.”

“Does it bother you? That I’m not submissive and I get
angry like that?”

Ken had laid Alley in bed and as she unhooked her
garment he slid into bed beside her.

“No! I’m amazed you went as far as you did tonight.
Thanks a lot, Alley, for trusting me. Now go to sleep.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Thank you Sue, Hold my calls for an hour please. Dave replied.

Five minutes later, He had the answer to what Eddie Parker is
hiding. A visit to a Femdom domination website was discovered on his
computer. Dave thanked Dan and asked him to send him up documentation on
the offense as soon as possible.

Swiveling his chair around and sitting back, he looked out the
window at nothing in particular. Deep in thought, he began putting a plan
together for snaring Parker.

Eddie Parker was a 100 percent geek. No confidence in himself, very
low self esteem, Obviously never a leader, just one of the rabble who
followed whatever easy path he came upon. He was floating through life like
a leaf in the wind. He’d been raised by his mother who’d divorced his
father when he was just 3 years old. No male influence in his life would
help explain his fear of his superiors here at the company. Visiting a
femdom website would indicate he held women in high esteem and was
submissive to them. He would bet that Eddie had a super secret private life
that he needed to uncover. He just needed to apply authoritative pressure
on the young man and give him an opportunity to confess his sins.

At 3:45 pm, Parker’s phone rang. It was Mr. Dave Johnston. His
message was short and he did not wait for Eddie to respond in any way. The
words burned in Eddie’s mind and caused him to fall into deep
depression. The words would not leave him alone. He heard them
constantly. “Mr. Parker, something serious has come up. I’m reminding you
to be in my office immediately after 5 O’clock.” Then Mr. Johnston had
abruptly hung up on him.

Eddie was now scared that he was going to be fired. Mr. Johnston was
friendly earlier but now he had seemed angry about something. Why had he
downloaded that sissy story from Miss. Vicky’s Sissies website. He could
not afford Internet access at home and he’d been horny and took a chance
that no one would find out and now he was going to be fired. One of the
femdom magazines he had bought had advertised the website with a picture of
a naked young man on his knees in front of a beautiful woman wearing high
heels and carrying a paddle. The man’s ass was red from being paddled. He
had masturbated over that picture and when he had read the story on his
computer, he had to go to the bathroom and masturbate again. He cursed
himself for being so weak. He cursed himself for needing to masturbate
several times during the day. The habit had started early in his life and
had ruled him ever since.

The day his mother had caught him masturbating in the bathroom had
caused him to develop a speech impediment. She had gone on and on about
boys abusing their bodies and that it would ruin them for life. He had been
so embarrassed that he had started stuttering an apology. She had spanked
him and thereafter would insist he leave the bathroom door open when he
used it. The guilt and stuttering had gotten worse over the years. He was
unable to date girls because he would stutter when he would try to talk to
them and if he were under pressure he would stutter uncontrollably.

Eddie remembered their neighbor, Mrs. Alice Hathaway, who got him
started thinking like this. She was older than his mother, a little
heavier, but she had the most beautiful face. Eddie was a loner as a child
and she had taken a liking to him and he had responded by letting her lead
him into submissiveness. He had been 18 when she had started treating him
like she owned him. She was always touching him lovingly and telling him
that he needed a strong woman to guide him through life. His mother had
given Alice the go ahead to treat him like her own and when he had
misbehaved, she had spanked him with his pants off. Afterwards, she had
slowly rubbed a soothing cream over his ass and in between his cheeks. He
had sprouted a hard on which she squeezed between her legs. He had fallen
in love with her that day and would follow her around the house like a
little puppy dog. She had seemed delighted with attentiveness to her and
would insist he sit on the floor in front of her,
rubbing her feet and calves while she would tell him of her belief that
men and boys needed a woman to take care of them. That women were so much
smarter than men and that men needed to be submissive to women and obey
them. He had loved rubbing her feet and legs and sometimes she would let
him rub higher and he would occasionally get a peek at her panties. At 19,
she had moved and he was left alone with just his memories of her to
masturbate over. That was all that ever happened with her. It had started
him masturbating several times a day. He had day dreamed that she had made
him her slave and he would have to lick her pussy and ass and spank him for
not doing it good enough.

During his college days, he would buy books and magazines from an
adult bookstore. It had opened up a whole world of dominant women
degrading and humiliating men. He had never actually met a dominant woman,
but he had masturbated his way through college thinking about them.

Now, as the clock slowly approached 5 PM, Eddie was deep in
depression. He sensed that Mr. Johnston knew about the Internet site he had
given into and visited. He also began thinking about masturbating. Whenever
stress or depression came upon him, he knew he tended to block it out by
masturbating and thinking about being humiliated by a woman. Now, his world
was coming apart on him and his hand was unconsciously rubbing his cock
beneath his desk.

“MR. PARKER”, Eddie was startled by Johnston’s secretary, who had
walked up to his desk and spoke his name. He stuttered a “Yes Mamm.”
“Mr. Johnston will see you now.” She said. Eddie thanked her and cleared
his desk and forced himself to rise and head for the executioners
office. He was shaking and perspiring profusely and his stomach was tied in
knots. He needed to go into the bathroom and jack off, but he resisted the
impulse and made his way to Johnston’s office. Looking at the clock, he
realized it was only 4:45 pm.

The secretary was waiting at Johnston’s door and opened it for
him. “Go right in Mr. Parker.”

Johnston sat at his desk as Parker came in. He sat there looking at
the young man shaking in front of him. He wanted to delve into his personal
life and get him to talk about himself before he brought up the pornography
report to him. The more intense intimidation he could hold over him might
possibly move him to divulge damming information about himself.

“Eddie, as you know, Dallas, Inc. is very concerned about our public
image. It goes without saying, that also includes our employees’ personal
lives in the community. Sometimes, we get letters complaining about how an
employee is conducting their life. Maybe getting drunk, getting speeding
tickets or even making an unwanted pass at a lady. We have received a
couple of letters concerning your personal life. Can you shed any light on
what you might have done that someone might have seen? This is simply an
inquiry, but I expect you to be totally honest with me. We all have little
quirks and vices that we enjoy, but that others may think are terrible. I
like to look at a Playboy now and then. Beautiful naked women are so
pretty. A Playboy is like a National Geographic, I like to look at pictures
of places I’m never going to see in person.” Johnston laughed before telling
Parker, “Now tell me about some of yours.”

Suddenly, Eddie understood that Johnston also liked to look at naked
girls too. Maybe someone had seen him inside or going into one of the adult
bookstores and knew who he was and where he worked. Talking slowly, Eddie
told him that he didn’t drink and had no speeding tickets and pretty much
stayed at home. He remembered Johnston’s remark about being honest, so he
mentioned that he had gone into an adult bookstore to see what it was all
about and someone may have seen him in there. But he quickly added, that he
didn’t stay long.

Dave watched the young man trying to defend himself and noticed Eddie
had an unconscious habit of his hand going to his cock and then back to his
side. It seemed to be something that Parker could not control. The boy
wants to masturbate, Dave thought. He’s stressed and he wants to
masturbate. Dave was aware of the psychological impulse to masturbate some
men have when placed in stressful circumstances. He decided to make the
bookstore the central point of interest.

“Eddie,” Johnston asked, “Did you buy any books or watch any movies
while you were there?” He watched as Eddie’s hand again involuntarily went
to his cock and then quickly to his side.

‘I,I,uh, uh, think i bo, bo,bought a pla,pla, playboy sir and one or
two, two, two other , boo, boo, books sir, but tha, tha thats all si,
si,sir.

Dave decided to hold back on Eddie’s visit to the porn site on
company computers. He knew enough about Parker that he was scared and
would do as he was told. Getting up, He grabbed his suit coat and told Eddie
to come with him.

Telling Eddie his car would be ok in the company parking lot, He told
him to get into his car. Arriving where Eddie lived, He told the nervous boy
he wanted to see where he lived and have a cup of coffee with him. Eddie had
protested that his apartment was a mess and could they do it another time,
but Johnston would have none of it. Eddie was filled with panic as he knew
there were femdom books scattered around his house in every room. As he was
taken in tow, he asked Johnston to please wait outside while he put a few
things away, But instead, Dave brushed past him as he unlocked the door and
entered ahead of Eddie.

“Is this your playboy Eddie,” Dave asked, picking up a Dominated Male
Magazine, showing a picture of a naked young man kneeling in front of a
leather clad woman in high heels, kissing her shoes while she whipped his
ass.

Eddie quickly rushed around picking up the books and mags and took
them into his bedroom stuttering that they were not his and that they
belonged to a friend of his. As he turned to go back into the living room,
his path was blocked by Johnston who was smirking at him.

Pushing him back into the bedroom, Johnston told him that security had
found he was using the company computer to read femdom pornography on
company time.

Eddie shuddered and sat down on the bed looking down at the
floor. Embarrassed and humiliated, he began rocking back and forth, moaning
as tears formed in his eyes. He was defeated and unable to talk.

Dave Johnston sat down next to him and put his arm around the young
man. “Sshhhh, don’t cry little man, I know your secret wants and needs and
I’m going to help you. You’re going to obey me from now on because you
don’t have a choice. You’re a submissive male and you’ve been one all your
life. Your mother made you a submissive and now, there’s nothing you can do
about it. You’re broke and about to be evicted from this apartment. You’re
unable to pay your credit card monthly payments and now the company
security department will insist that you’ve broken company policy and
demand you be fired.”

Eddie Parker broke down in tears and Johnston pulled him closer to him
as he talked. “You’re in a terrible fix here Eddie, but it’s not your
fault. You’ve been put into a man’s world when you’re not a man. You’re
just a little boy, a sissy who was raised to serve as a slave to
women. That’s what you want, isn’t it boy?”

In his present state of mind, Eddie could only nod and stutter a yes.

“You need to be taken care of and not have to make decisions for
yourself. I’m going to take care of you so you won’t have to work
anymore. I’ll pay your credit cards off for you and give you another place
to live so you won’t have anymore bills.” As Dave talked to him, he was
slowly unbuttoning Eddies shirt and taking off his tie.

Standing up, he lifted Eddie to his feet and unbuckled his belt,
pushing his pants down. Dave smiled as he say that Eddie was wearing men’s
string bikini underwear. As he finished removing the rest of his clothes
and shoes, Dave told him that from now on, he didn’t have to worry anymore
about finances or a roof over his head or food, because it was going to be
taken care of for him.

“You’ve always wanted to be a sex slave haven’t you Eddie?”

Eddie shook his head no in denial, as Dave pulled him across his
lap. “Now you’ve lied to me Eddie so I’ll have to punish you. He slapped
Eddie’s ass hard and grabbed him firmly as Eddie tried to get up.

“Don’t you ever try to stop your punishment again young man and
don’t ever lie to me again. I OWN YOU, YOU BELONG TO ME NOW. JUST LIE THERE
WHILE I FINISH OR I’LL BEAT YOU BLACK AND BLUE.” Eddie lay there while Dave
spanked him several more times. When he’d finished, he continued telling
Eddie that now, he would be allowed to serve like he’d always wanted except
he would now be serving men instead of women.

Pushing him down on the floor, He unzipped and pulled out his hard
cock.

Eddie Parker was in shock. His boss had forced his way into his
apartment where he had found all his secret femdom books laying on tables
in the open. He had told him that most likely he was going to be fired and
then before he knew it, his clothes had been taken off while he was
listening to Johnston talk to him. He had been spanked while naked like a
little boy. Eddie was frightened and yet he knew his cock was hard. When he
was being spanked, his mind flashed back to Mrs. Hathaway spanking him and
he his cock had started growing. It was like he was 13 years old again and
being disciplined.

Eddie felt the slaps across his face, bringing him back from the
flashback of Mrs. Hathaway spanking him. He was on his knees between
Mr.Johnston’s legs and Johnston’s cock was only inches from his face. He felt
his hair on his head being held tightly by his fist.

Eddie was unable to think clearly as he was told to just listen to
what he was being told. He had been fired from his job. He was being given
a new job which he was going to start right here in his bedroom. He was not
allowed to think for himself but he was to do what he was told and he would
soon love his new life. Eddie had never sucked a cock before. He wasn’t gay
and had not even given it any thought before. But now as Johnston was talking
to him, his face was being brought closer to the cock starring at him like
a serpent. Suddenly it was pushing against his lips and when he heard the
word “Open”, he did.

The velvet softness of the hard cock was unlike anything he had ever
felt before. The smoothness of the veined penis slid in across his
tongue. It felt warm and comfortable to Eddie and his tongue began exploring
the underside of it without being told. His hand had gone to its’ most
favorite place, his own cock which was hard and needing attention.

Johnston was pleased with Eddie’s demeanor. He was accepting of his new
position and offered no resistance. He was truly a follower. He needed no
collar or a leash. His mother had conditioned him to follow along and not
be independent. His submissive nature now allowed him to be switched from
female adoration to craving cock.

Johnston’s soft words were being taken in by Eddies attentive ears. His
brain had been effectively hijacked and was no longer under his
command. The wonderful strange feeling of that soft hardness in his mouth,
The exciting words that were telling him that he was now a slave who must
obey, His ass which still felt the glow of the spanking he had just
received and the feeling of total helplessness had left poor Eddie in a
whirlpool of exhilarating lust.

Dave knew that his words to this young man who was so sexually
suppressed over the years were having a deep impression on him. The switch
in his libido was being flipped, changing him from heterosexual to
homosexual. It was being done ruthlessly without regard to what he would
want. Once it was completed, Eddie would forever be a cock slut and he would
love it.

Dave kept talking as he very slowly moved Eddies head back and forth,
pushing his cock in and out of the warm virgin mouth. “You’ve been a bad
boy, Eddie. You should’ve been sucking cock for years instead of dreaming
about serving women. You’ve ruined your life. You wasted your time by going
to college instead of learning to suck cock. I’m going to save you now and
give you lots of cocks to suck. You’re going to learn that masturbation is
good but you need to do it in front of men so they can watch you humiliate
and degrade yourself. That’s the punishment you must submit to for not
sucking cocks like you should have been doing. From now on, you love and
enjoy men using you as a sex slave. This is what you’ve always wanted and
needed. From now on, everything that you thought was dirty and abnormal is
going to be normal for you. Now you need to learn how to bring pleasure to
men who want to use your mouth and your ass. You’re a stupid boy who
stutters because you haven’t
been sucking cocks. That’s all going to change for you now boy.”

Eddie was enthralled as he understood that he no longer had to worry
about money or jobs or bills. that he was going to be taken care of from
now on and be able to masturbate and not feel bad about it. The wonderful
feeling cock that was invading his mouth felt so good and Mr.Johnston was
praising him for being a fast learner and a good cocksucker. He had been
afraid of the man before and now Mr. Johnston liked him. Eddie had a warm
feeling from finally being accepted by his new friend.

Dave Johnston stopped Eddie from Masturbating by pulling his arm
away. “You may masturbate when you’re giving permission and only then
boy. Now get ready to swallow my cum. I don’t want you to spill any.

Eddie now found himself excited over finally being able to taste
someones cum. He had been eating his own since he was 15 and he had grown
to love it. He had been using it with his meals for a long time. It was
always so much fun to masturbate onto his salad or his hamburger. One of
his most favorite things was to save the cum from 3 or 4 masturbations in a
small jar and take it with him to a restaurant and pour it onto his salad
and eat it as he sat with other people who had no idea what he was eating.

Eddie felt his head being held firmly now by Mr. Johnston and heard him
moan. The cum came in heavy spurts as Johnston made loud breathing noises and
groaned with pleasure. The cum tasted different than his, but he liked the
flavor. When the cum stopped and Mr. Johnston was coming back down, He heard
his boss tell him that he was going to be an excellent cocksucker and have
lots of cum to drink. Eddie was so horny and he wanted to masturbate too,
but more than that, he was so happy that he had discovered cock sucking and
other men’s cum.

You set your helmet down on the table just inside the
room door and start to spin around to see me before you
can rotate your shoulders I have my right hand wound
tightly in your hair and am forcing you in the
direction of the bed, you start to say something but my
left hand comes up over you mouth and I hold it there
firmly until forcing you down on the bed and letting go
of your mouth…the message was clear…shut the fuck
up!

Pushing you up on the bed with a firm grip in your hair
you struggle to get your legs under you and are half
crawling half lying across the bed. I am untying your
vest with my left hand and pushing up behind you with
my body. You can feel my hard-on pressing against your
ass as you start getting wet and pushing back against
me your vest undone.

I release my grip on your hair and pull it off,
reaching under you and quickly unfastening your belt
and opening your jeans, pressing my body weight down
heavy on top of you. You fall forward lying on the bed.
I jump up and grab your boots, pulling them off and
then grabbing your jeans by the legs. You reach back
and slide your jeans over your hips and they come off
in a swift motion, pulling your arms back up to your
head, you hear the sound of my belt being undone and my
zipper opening, hearing my clothes tumble to the floor
you push backwards in anticipation of my climbing on
the bed behind you.

“Crack”!! my belt blisters your ass and you never saw
it coming, you jump forward but hold your ground, two
more full slaps across both cheeks of your ass with the
folded belt and you are dripping wet, feeling the sting
of your ass and bracing for another blow you feel my
weight come on to the bed, spreading your knees and
relaxing (you were pretty tense while being spanked!)
you tilt your pelvis and welcome what you know is
coming.

Your lips swollen and your pussy wet, I grab your hips
and plunge fully in you with one swift stroke, feeling
the heat of your insides and hearing a moan escape your
lips as my grip on your hips tightens and I pause
momentarily fully inside of you enjoying the tight,
warm confines of your very lubricated pussy,
you adjust immediately and push back against me. With
this sign I start fucking you in earnest, ass slapping
groin as each stroke is full, hard and wonderful.

My balls are slamming up against you at the bottom of
each stoke, your boobs swaying madly as your arms
struggle to keep you pushed backwards against me so
that you don’t go off the bed, the rough material of
the hotel bedspread sending delicious shivers thru your
hard as rock nipples as they pass back and forth across
the bedspread with each powerful thrust, guttural.
Primal noises escaping both our lips as the fucking
frenzy increases to a pitched fever.

Our bodies sweating and slapping together as we grunt
and groan, my grip on your hips almost uncomfortable
now as I am pulling you to meet my every thrust so our
bodies slam together and quake with the collision. Your
stomach tightening as the first orgasm rips thru your
body and makes every muscle contract, squeezing your
pussy around my dick like a vise and urging me to bury
my seed deep inside of you.

My dick swelling and my speed amazingly increasing I am
dripping sweat all over you and on the verge of
exploding. I crash in to you one hard last time and
bury myself as deep in you as I can go and swell even
larger as you can feel the cum working its way from the
base of my dick exploding powerfully in your pussy.
This sends you in to another convulsion of sweeping
orgasms as you buck back against me and throw your head
back. Your hair sweeping across your back I grab it
hard and press my body weight on you full.

We collapse on the bed, my dick still inside of you
with me lying across your back, releasing my grip on
your hair you feel the sweat on my body as my chest
lays heavy on your back. My breathing coming fast our
bodies lay still together trying to recover, orgasm
receding, breathing returning to normal. I kiss your
shoulder, “glad you could come over.”

He was to be gone for two weeks but there he stood, in
the flesh, and looking coldly at her. If this was the
first time, which it wasn’t, and maybe he had not left
written instructions that she had sworn upon her virginal
ass, she would abide by, she could hope to get out of
this one easy. But she knew better judging by his lack of
expression.

Panic seized her immediately and she gave into her flight
instincts. She knew her Master to be loving and caring,
but she also knew it took a week to fully recover from
the last time she had done something like this. She ran
for the bathroom like an idiot and locked the door. That
delayed the inevitable for about 4 seconds.

Crash, the doorjamb splintered under the weight of his
foot and the door swung wide open; there she stood in his
dress shirt cowering in the corner by the shower. He
stood before her for a few minutes, his breathing even
and calm as if he was deep asleep, watching her and
waiting for her to try and bolt again. She did not
disappoint his anticipation. She jumped up and tried to
jump over the toilet and break for the door. He caught a
handful of hair midair and yanked her back to earth.

She landed on her back with a thud, and was briefly
stunned by the force with which she landed. Gasping to
try and catch her breath, yet refusing to open her eyes,
she wondered what would come next. She knew his face was
close and she heard him sniff. “You smell of junk food
and cigarettes, and what’s this,” she gasped as his
fingers roughly penetrated the moist folds between her
legs, “You came while I was gone.”

The terror struck deep in her. She had broken his
cardinal rule, she came without his permission. She kept
her eyes closed tightly as she felt his hands move to the
collar of the shirt she was wearing. He picked her up
roughly and she landed firmly on her feet. The blood
rushed to her head and her scalp throbbed where his hand
had been holding her hair. He turned her around suddenly
and bent her over the toilet she had just tried to escape
over and she heard his pants unzip. She tried to relax as
much as possible because she knew there would be nothing
gentle about this.

“I had gotten pretty hard on the trip here thinking about
walking in and surprising my darling slave, and making
her cum again and again for being a good baby girl while
I was gone. But no! I am greeted by a mess, you in
clothes, and you have cum without me here to approve.”

She felt a hand in her hair and the other positioning the
head of his cock at the opening of her slit and she tried
harder to relax. Her Master continued, “I had been
tempted to relieve my tension, but the thought of your
surprise at me getting home early and the gratitude you
would surely show me with that sweet mouth of yours, I
waited for you.”

And with that he entered her with such force and
swiftness she screamed as he bottomed out and lifted her
off the floor at the same time. He withdrew almost
completely and paused. “I have thought about nothing for
the last week besides my poor baby at home all alone and
naked, working hard to take care of that which I
entrusted to her. I almost called last night to tell you
to cum for me on the phone, but stopped knowing I would
be home today and I wanted to taste your first orgasm in
a week. I wanted your hot,” He sank into her again
quickly and roughly and withdrew almost completely again.
“Tight,” he repeated the same brutal stroke. “Pussy, on,
my, face, and, your, juices, running, down, my, chin.”

With each word he repeated the swift harsh stroke in and
out of her ill prepared, now aching, hole. No matter how
many times her Master took her, she always had a hard
time adjusting to his size. Finally he quit speaking and
just pounded her mercilessly.

He bottomed out most strokes and the screams came from
her lips with no thought to what she was saying. She
begged for forgiveness, she apologized with such
repentance in her cries, but all this fell on deaf ears.
He continued to pound her pussy like a jackhammer on
pavement, and her screams turned to cursing and threats.

By the time she realized what she had done it was too
late.

He stopped pounding her hole immediately. The once
tender, bare folds of her female core now felt like
hamburger meat, worse yet, flaming hamburger meat. He
withdrew from her completely and she felt the tip
slide out and graze her aching swollen clit. As much
as she protested, she loved it when he took her
roughly. The evidence of such now slowly traced it’s
way over the contours of her inner thigh.

She held her breath and gripped more tightly the
toilet seat. She thought for sure she would find most
of her nails broken off in the underside of the white
ring. She felt a shiver travel through her body as
she heard him exhale slowly, almost whistling as the
air escaped his lungs.

His hand, still in her hair, tensed suddenly and
forced her to turn and drop to her knees all in the
same movement. His other hand touched just under her
chin and pushed her gaze to his. He grinned, cold and
cruel, the kind of grin that needs no words to
explain the evil intent behind it.

He let go of her hair but never broke eye contact. He
grabbed the braided cord that was used to tie the
shower curtain back and it slid easily from its hook
and lay limp in his hand. It’s pretty burgundy twists
looked harmless, but she knew all to well how it bit
into her wrists when she was tied with it. Refusing
to bow her head but not liking the coldness in his
gaze she closed her eyes and waited for whatever was
to come next. The on thing she knew for certain, it
wouldn’t be her.

He looped the rope around her throat and then down
her back to her wrists. She had to bend and arch till
her shoulder blades resembled small wings in order to
keep the pressure off her throat. The feel of his
hand applying pressure to her throat was a thrill but
this, he knew all to well, she did not like at all.
He stood back and examined her as if admiring a
sculpture.

He finally settled on the first flaw to correct. He
reached down and with lightening speed ripped the
shirt open in the front. He examined her, this time
walking around her in slow circles trying to make up
his mind what to add or subtract next.

First came the blindfold and then the nipple clamps
biting into her aching erect nipples. He tightened
them down till she whimpered. She may have been
blinded but the rest of her senses became very attune
to everything around, trying to find a hint as to
what was in store next.

She heard the metal slide from its leather sheath and
found herself unable to swallow or breath from the
wave of erotic fear that swept over her. He took his
time cutting a little of the shirt off here, dragging
the cold metal edge over bare flesh there, tormenting
her most sensitive areas by poking them with the tip
of the blade and dragging it around the area. He took
his time slicing, and ripping the shirt from her
body, because he took pleasure in her fear, but also
in her obvious arousal.

He leaned in close to her shaking form, “I can smell
your fear. I can almost taste your hesitant arousal
in the air. My little fraidy cat is turned on by me
doing this. ADMIT IT!”

She remained silent while he shoved her face down
into the floor, held her by the rope between her
tormented shoulders, and the first lash of his belt
found the smooth skin of her ass. Then she simply
answered with her cries and squirming. She moved
trying to avoid the lashes and only succeeded in the
strap finding it’s way between her legs.

When her cries subsided to short quiet sobs, he
rolled her over and forced his rock hard tool between
her lips and resumed the pounding motion he had given
her twat. Watching his cock disappear in and out of
her mouth. He pulled her arms down so that her oxygen
was cut off for a second and then let them go so she
could catch her breath quickly only to repeat it
again, and again, and again. He felt himself getting
close and his little gasping slut did too.

She opened her mouth wider and doubled her efforts as
best she could considering his rhythm. He was on the
verge and she arched her neck so his load would glide
down into her throat easily. He grabbed her throat
and held it firmly as he pulled his cock out from
between her swollen lips and shot his release all
over her face.

He released her throat, wiped his cock off in her
hair and left His slave lying in the bathroom floor
until he finished his plans for her for the weekend.

She lay in the bathroom floor, cold, blindfolded, and
scared. Her throat was dry, almost every orifice of
her body was painfully swollen from her Master’s use
and she had no idea what her beloved yet harsh Master
would do next. Time was her worst enemy as she mulled
over in her mind the infinite possibilities of what
he might do. She finally found the least painful
position to lie in and drifted off to sleep for a
while.

She awoke later, still unsure if she had taken a
catnap or slept through the night. She was too sore
before she drifted off for that to be any indicator,
she heard nothing outside the bathroom, and there was
no way for her to tell if it had been an hour or many
hours since her Master had left her.

She missed him and the tears that filled her eyes now
reassured her she would do whatever her Master wanted
to get back in his good graces. She feared the
possibility he was packing her bags for her above any
other form of punishment.

He came into the bathroom a short time later and
began removing the cord that bound her. He gave her
some water and some food, removed everything from her
body, and then bathed her head to toe. He dried her
hair, applied scented oil to her body and then
replaced the blindfold. He placed a leather collar
around her throat and replaced the nipple clamps on
her nipples. He hooked the leash onto her collar and
had her crawl beside him blindfolded to the coffee
table. “Crawl up on the table,” he instructed calmly.

She did as she was told and waited on all fours for
her Master to instruct her next. He moved her around
to where her ass and slit faced the couch and he
instructed her to reach back and masturbate for him.
She hesitated for a second and felt the sting of the
cane on her back. She reached underneath and quickly
started to work her finger in and out of her pussy.
He continued to work the cane over her back while
encouraging her to work her fingers harder and
faster.

She was very close to an orgasm when he instructed
her to stop and roll onto her back. He tied her
ankles to something above her and double-checked to
make sure they were securely bound. He left her hands
free and she felt something nudging her hand.

“I want you to use both hands this time, one for the
small vibrator and one for the dildo I am going to
give you.” She accepted these and went to work
putting on a show for her Master. She again came
close to orgasm and he had her stop. She waited until
he told her to start again. “Take the dildo from your
slit, and lick it clean.”

She did, and savored the taste of her own juices on
the silicon toy. She finished and waited for further
instructions.

“Now stick it in again and get it nice and lubed, and
then I want you to carefully, without stopping, push
it into your ass.”

She knew from holding it and licking it that it was
no small toy, she also knew that her ass had never
been used before. Determined to do whatever her
Master wanted to gain his forgiveness, she slowly
moved the fake phallus into her wet core, moving it
in and out a few times to insure it got very wet. She
moved it down until she felt the cold wet tip of it
at her virgin opening. She took a deep breath and
started pushing it in as she exhaled. It hurt so
badly but she couldn’t stop no matter what. No
stopping, no screaming, just one fluid movement.

She felt it push past the ring of muscles and the
tears started to form in her eyes. She took another
deep breath and pushed very quickly and very hard the
rest of the toy up her ass. When her fingers made
contact with her ass cheeks she stopped and held it
there trying not to whimper or cry. “Very good
sweetness. Now take the vibrator and cum for me. I
want you to cum very hard for me and you may scream
if you like when you do it.”

She turned the vibrator on and started working her
clit over with it. Her asshole was still throbbing
but the sensations of her building orgasm quickly
replaced the pain she felt in that orifice.

Her orgasm grew until she was writhing and screaming
with her final release. She felt herself just keep
cumming and cumming, she had begun to work the dildo
in and out of her backdoor without even noticing. She
finally started to drift back down from the most
intense orgasm of her life. The vibrator fell from
her right hand and the left had gone limp and ceased
to hold the dildo in place.

She started regaining total awareness when her legs
were released and she was led off the table by the
leash. He led her just a few feet away and removed
her blindfold. Her eyes took a minute to adjust but
she immediately recognized her suitcases.

“You have a choice to make my little slave. You can
leave and return to the life you once had, or you can
do everything I tell you for the next 2 days, without
question or hesitation. If you balk or say a word
that is out of line, if you so much as whimper
without my permission, I will throw you into the
streets myself.”

He waited to let his words sink in before continuing.
“If you choose to leave your clothes wait for you in
the bathroom, if you want to stay, take your
punishment and be my sweet girl forever then simply
kiss my left boot.”

He released the collar she wore from the leash and
waited patiently for her answer…