“Yes Master! VERY much!” she said breathlessly.

“Would you like me to do that again sometime?” He asked.

“Oh GOD, yes Master!” She replied, her bosom still heaving.

“It’ll cost you two things” he said.

She wondered what it could possibly cost, since she was already his slave. “What have I to give you that’s not already yours?” She asked.

“You have to agree that you’re willing to give up two things, and then I’ll tell you what they are.” He said, toying with her.

She was already his slave, what could be beyond that?

“Yes, Master, I’ll give you the two things you want.” She said.

“In return for what?” he asked.

“What do you mean in return for what?” She asked feeling exasperated.

“I’m making sure we both are on the same page about our deal” he explained.

She wanted to cut to the chase. “You’re my Master, why don’t you spell the proposal out to me?”

“OK, I’m not going to do that any time you want it, because I’m still your Master, and you’re still my slave.” He began. “But I like watching you get that turned on, so I don’t mind putting forth a little effort to watch you squirm once in awhile. She nodded her understanding so he would continue.

“You did good tonight, and I was pleased, but there’s one last thing that you could do to make it better.” And he paused, drawing the question out of her.

“How can I make it better?” She obliged.

He tapped her forehead “get onboard up here” he said, “Try and get into it, and unless a situation calls for it, say if I’m pretending to rape you or something, try to enjoy it.” He looked at her, “That’s the FIRST thing”.

“OK, Master, what’s the second?” She asked.

“That one’s real easy” he said “when you want me to do that for you….”

“Yes?” she asked

“I want to hear you BEG for it!” and he smiled at her wickedly.

The next morning began the same way, and Chris got out of bed into the cold morning air to turn the heat up, and start the coffee. This time, she didn’t ask for permission to fix herself a cup, and Mike didn’t object, so she thought things were going to work out ok after all, maybe. Mike seemed to be distracted, but before he left, he told her about his porn stash and said she might watch and get some idea of how to please him. She didn’t tell him she had already found them, and bit her tongue at the thought of telling him he seemed pretty damned pleased last night. The housework didn’t take long at all, since all she ate was a sandwich, and Mike and Sarah ate out, and she had her plate, and the coffee cups washed and put away in no time. She watched TV but got bored. She took a long hot soothing bath, and then toweled off and returned to the living room. She began looking through the pornos again, and slid the gangbang one into the DVD player and sat back to watch…

Mike was starting to wonder. Just what rights, if any did a slave HAVE? What, how was he supposed to resolve all the things and questions going through his mind? Then he realized that this was no more of a problem than any other he faced in his business, and would be solved the same way, by learning all he could about it. If running your own business had any real perks it was not having ADP people watching every single website you went to all day. He Googled slavery, modern slavery, and then remembered an acronym from one of his ‘interesting’ DVDs and typed in BDSM. THAT got a lot of hits.

too big a rush for her to finish with. Her left arm went around his back, and slid up and down between his soap-slick ass cheeks, and her right cupped his prodigious member, and using the soap as a lubricant, slid slowly up and down its length. He held her close, but not so close as to hinder her actions, backing her into a corner of the stall, and resting his chin on the top of her head. He took the bar of soap and washed her breasts and reached between her legs, and rubbed between her labia. She nuzzled her face in the hollow of his neck, and thought he really wasn’t so bad, and she looked up at him, and he kissed her, and she returned it, softly at first, then with more ardor. She rocked her hips against his hand, and he stopped, and quickly rinsed them both off, and got out and toweled her off.

“I can do that.” She protested.

“I want to take the opportunity to look my pet over from head to toe.” He responded. She relaxed and enjoyed his brisk rubdown with the towel, and then he told her she could do him. Once he was dry, he scooped her up in his arms, and then decided to toss her over his shoulder, and carried her into the bedroom as if she were a spoil of war. He laid her on the bed and crawled up between her legs, and lay atop her, crushing her breasts under his chest.

“So!” he said, “would it make you forget your place if your Master and Owner was pleased to please you a little?”

She thought momentarily about the meaning of what he had said. “No, Master” she said softly. He kissed her, and then began kissing and licking his way down her body, stopping for a good while at each breast and sucking and biting at each nipple in turn. She began to moan halfway through the first nipple teasing, and was arching her back to press the second to his mouth. Her hands lightly held his shoulder, and cradled the back of his head, as he moved further down, kissing down her belly, dipping his tongue into her navel, and running his tongue in a wide, teasing zigzag down her abdomen to her pubic mound. She rocked her hips trying to force her hot pussy harder against his mouth. He stayed back, teasing her, listening to her moans become more insistent, desperate.

“P-p-pleeeeze M-Masterrrrrr” She moaned out, begging for relief. He knew after all the foregoing play, in which nobody had worried about whether she had cum or not, she had to have cum once or twice, but knew she was also primed for this kind of attention. His tongue dipped deep into her folds, and scooped up a load of the cream oozing out of her. He relished the sweet salty taste of her, and listened to her as she suddenly gasped for breath.

“OHHH, YESSSSS Master, YES! She exclaimed, grasping the back of his head, running her fingers through his short hair. He enjoyed this, seeing it as another form of torture, but to be sure, one they could both enjoy. He took the hard bud of her engorged clit in his mouth, and rolled it between his lips, and nibbled lightly on it. Her ankles crossed behind his shoulder blades, and she humped his face and mouth. He reached up, and massaged her tits, and played with them roughly, she seemed to like that, rolling her hips in a circular motion now along with humping his face. He looked up at her, and saw her looking down at him, with a look of wanton lust on her face, and knew she was nearing the precipice.

“Ughhnnnnnnn……. AHHHHHHHHHH!......AHHHHH-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” She let out a series of moans building in to a crescendo of screams as her climax hit, and with her orgasm, he could taste a flood of fresh sweet cream wash over his lapping tongue. He pressed on, rubbing his whole face in her sopping wet cooze, sucking the juices off her pussy lips and lapping at it as it issued from her vagina, stopping every few seconds to suck on her clit, and he thought the orgasm would go on and on. So did she, she thought the waves of spasms would never end, and she didn’t want them to! She had never been promiscuous, but this was the best sex she had ever experienced. After what seemed like eternity, but was closer to five minutes, he let up on her clit, and labia. He crawled rapidly up between her legs and then her breasts, and came face to face with her.

“Did you like that?” he asked.

anytime I want; I’ll let her get used to it gradually. Chris felt her Masters cock enter her swollen pussy, and was thankful that her ploy worked. She saw that even a slave had some cards to play, and with her pussy filled, even a face full of Sarah’s musky twat seemed tolerable, even almost enjoyable in a naughty, wicked sort of way. Sarah wrapped her hands into Chris’ hair, and pulled her deeper and harder into her cum-slimed folds. Chris thought that the fastest way to end it would be to satisfy everyone as quickly as possible, so she began moving her tongue alternately as deep into Sarah’s vagina as she could reach, and flicking it rapidly over her clit sucking it while she took a breath through her nose. Sarah started bucking against her face, and Chris thought of the video she watched early in the day. Mike started fucking her harder, watching Chris munching Sarah’s carpet, and as he got turned on more, he began fucking Chris brutally hard. Chris began to moan loudly into Sarah’s snatch, and the Domme could feel the vibrations of her moans and whimpers through her clit. She began humping Chris’ face more vigorously, feeling her climax building within her. She was already hoping they could do this again, because she felt she was already going to be too exhausted to try all the sick, exciting things that were coming into her mind. She had some really twisted things she wanted to explore, and a slut who had given up the right to say no was made to order! Inwardly, she laughed at her own pun. She closed her thighs on Chris’ face as another orgasm wracked her body, even more intense than those that went before. She was eventually going to have to see what it felt like to have her pussy eaten while the little blonde was ass-fucked. THAT would be great she thought, feeling her screams muffled in my wet pussy. She rocked from side to side, taking Chris’ head with her, still lock between her thighs. Then she relaxed, sated, her breasts heaving as she gasped for breath. Mike slammed into Chris’ pussy hard and collapsed on her back, driving her to the floor. Chris was breathing heavily as she sought to catch her breath, her thighs quivering, and she realized she had cum too, and her juices mingled with Mikes ran down her thighs. She rolled over and gave her Master a kiss, not letting on that she appreciated her own release, and his being so easy to lead when she needed him to be. Then, knowing what was expected of her; she bent and began to lick his cock clean. He caressed her head as she gently licked at his tool. The tenderness was like a cold shower to Sarah, who began putting her clothes back on.

“So, Mike, you think we might get together again sometime? I’m thinking of spending less time eating and drinking, and coming over here and using your slut sooner next time!”

Mike didn’t have to think long about that. “Sure, I’d like that!” No one asked Chris her opinion. Sarah swept out of the apartment, and Mike walked over and locked the door behind her.

“Let’s go get a shower” he said softly, and actually took Chris’ hand and led her to the bathroom. There, he took her into the shower stall, and ran the warm water over them both. He caressed her body all over with the soap, wanting her to know how much he valued her service this night. She was exhausted, and leaned into his arms, enjoying the warm water, and his soapy hands gliding over her body.

“You were everything a good slave girl should be” he told her. “You’ve gotten the hang of it already!”

“Well, it’s not real complicated.” she said, “and I get an idea as we go along what you want” she told him. “I kinda steered you to doing my pussy instead of my ass because I was getting sore down there.” She looked down at the shower drain.

about being a Dominatrix for a long time, but never had the chance to try it, and here it presented itself to her. She had usually imagined being with men, but sometimes wondered what being a complete bitch to a female sex toy would be like. She had never had the nerve to ask anyone if they wanted to try it, because she was afraid of what they might think of her perversions, but since Mike and the Chris bitch were already that perverted themselves, who cared whether they thought she was like them? She guessed that she was once you got down to it. She pressed Chris’ shoulders back, forcing the girl on the floor and straddled her face, and began humping her mouth and nose, rubbing the mingled cum all over her face. Chris was struggling for breath, but somewhere deep down was amazed that she could turn on any other human being this much, and the thought gave her a certain unfamiliar feeling satisfaction. Sarah’s hips quivered against Chris’ cheeks, and Chris knew she was cumming again, right in her mouth, and the flow of salty-sweet pussy juice into her mouth increased. Sarah sidled off of her and wrapped one hand in her hair, and forced her to sit up to keep her scalp from being yanked bare.

“Now clean him up, bitch!” and she pushed her head in the direction of Mike’s crotch. Mikes cock had started stirring again watching Sarah go apeshit on Chris’ face and he saw the cum smeared all over the dirty blondes cheeks, nose, and chin as she moved to comply with her Mistress’ orders. He felt he slick wetness against his inner thighs as she moved close enough to start licking the sex juice off his cock, gently taking it and licking as clean as she could, getting almost as much back on him from what was smeared all over her face.

“Throw me that towel” Mike told Sarah, indicating the one Chris had been wrapped in. Sarah tossed it to him, and he roughly wiped her face off, and allowed her to continue.  He pulled her head down further on his cock, and Sarah began to breathe more raggedly as she watched Mike face-fuck her.  She leaned over, and ran her hands carelessly over and under Chris’ lithe body satisfying her curiosity about what another woman’s body felt like, not being overly gentle about it. Chris recoiled from the rough handling, except when it sent a thrill through her, and at those times, she began to press whatever felt good tighter into the raven haired woman’s palms and fingers. Sarah noticed that Chris seemed to be a wee bit more comfortable with the arrangement, but that not being a major consideration; she decided to dial up the intensity a notch or two. She slipped her index finger into Chris’ rectum, which was still sore from the night before, eliciting a loud, whimpering moan from Chris. This excited Sarah greatly; she had never realized she had a sadistic streak in her, but the idea of causing this girl who was basically being forced to suck Mikes huge cock some pain while she did it gave her a perverse thrill. She loved the chance to explore areas of her on sexuality she had never even entertained in thought before. Mike saw Sarah’s eyes turning glassy and knew she was deep in her own world. He even thought a repeat performance might be a good possibility. He felt Chris ease off his cock, and pulled her head back on it until she started to gag, then backed off. He didn’t want her to puke on him. His rod was once again rock hard watching Sarah abuse Chris’ tits and ass. Pinching her nips while finger-fucking her bunghole. He wanted to put it somewhere warm, wet, and tight.

“Sarah, switch places with me!” He said suddenly.

out of her, twisting her hips to rub his cock against the hard little bud of her clit on the down stroke.

“Slut, get up here on the couch, and see how a real woman fucks her man” She taunted Chris.

“Yes Mistress” Chris said softly, and climbed onto the couch and sat at the far end where she could see, but wasn’t too close.

“Move over here!” commanded Mike. She complied without a word. “Suck her tits!” Mike told her. “I want to watch you suck her nipples while she rides my cock.” OK, this was it, Chris thought. Here’s where I have to try being a lesbian. The thought simultaneously shocked and thrilled her. She cupped the Black haired woman’s breast in her hand and began to run her tongue over the puckered rubbery bud of her erect nipple. She felt a hand go to the back of her head, and felt her face being pulled into the tit very firmly.

“Yes! Suck it WHORE!” Sarah spat out at her, and pressed her boob harder into Chris’ face. Chris would have taken the chance on telling her that a whore got paid, but as she was concentrating on sucking and licking the nipple, and trying not to suffocate, she kept it to her thoughts. Chris felt Mikes head moving against hers as he was attacking the other nipple, keeping his face towards her to watch her ministrations. He was groping her tits, first one then the other, and then his hand went down to her pussy and found the moisture that was building up there in spite of herself.

“Yeah, Sarah, she’s getting wet from all this!” Mike told Sarah.

“Well, she’s going to have to wait till I’m done, you’re mine for now!” She panted into his ear.

“Ohhhhhh” Sarah moaned as the sheer eroticism of the scene took her closer to the precipice. “OOOHHHHH!” and she began bucking on his cock more furiously.

“YEAH baby, cum for me!” Mike growled at her though gritted teeth.

“UGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Sarah screamed and pushed Chris away from her, back to the other end of the couch. Chris watched as she thrashed and writhed in the throes of her climax, and then she started bouncing more deliberately up and down on Mike’s pole, trying to milk him. She seemed to cum again right before Mike’s body began tensing up beneath her. She wanted to drive him over the edge, so she said;

“Cum in me baby, then we’ll have her clean us up.” Chris was thinking she should go ahead and pick up the towel from the floor, when Sarah added; “She and lick my cream off your cock, and suck your hot cum out of my wet pussy!” THAT wasn’t something that any of the videos she had peeked at had prepared her for.

“Oh yeah baby!” Mike said “I’d love to watch a bitch eating my cum out of another woman!” Chris thought that that was likely considering his taste in DVDs.

“Ahh……AHHH……….UGNNNNNNNNN!” His back arched up driving Sarah up in the air as he stiffened and shot stream after stream of hot milky white jism into her hot wet sex. He seemed to go limp under her, but Sarah seemed as animated as ever. She rudely pushed Chris’ feet off the couch, and rolled off of Mike and told Chris;

“Get on your knees, in front of me, and lick my pussy slut!” Chris began to do so, when SMACK! A hard slap landed on her right hip. “Hurry UP, the cum is starting to run down the crack of my ass, and you’re going to lick up every drop!” Sarah scooted to the edge of the couch and parted her legs to accommodate Chris.

digesting that, but didn’t immediately explode. “Would you like a glass of wine?” he asked. She seemed to mentally shift gears and she said yes. He went to uncork a bottle and pour two glasses, and when he came back she was sitting on the couch.

“So when you said she offered to be your ‘slave’ what kind of limitations or restrictions did she put on that?”

“None” he told her. “I think she was that desperate to get out of the cold and snow.”  He was getting intrigued himself by her sudden interest in and ‘limits or restrictions’”

“So she would perform whatever you told her to do, whenever you told her to do it?” She asked carefully.

“That was the deal, I told her last night if she refused what I wanted, I’d put her back out in the cold!” He said. She put her arms around his neck, and gave him a long, slow kiss.

“Call her out here” she asked softly after she broke the kiss.

“SLAVE! COME HERE!” Mike shouted.

“y-y-yes M-Master” Chris said meekly as she stepped out of the hallway, still in the brief towel.

“I said come HERE!” Mike said, pointing at the floor in front of him. She walked quickly out of the hallway, trying to keep the towel pulled down, and knelt in front of him. He reached out and yanked at the front of the towel, removing it from her. He leaned back, putting his arm around Sarah’s shoulders, and said “There she is.”

Sarah looked at the trembling girl in front of them, and said “So, you’ll do… ANYTHING that your Master commands you to do?”

“Y-yes” Chris replied, wondering where this was leading, remembering the video she had watched earlier. Sarah planted another kiss on Mike, slow and deep, looking out the side of her eye at Chris to see if there was any reaction, there wasn’t. She licked at Mike’s ear.

“Pull his cock out of his pants!” Sarah commanded breathlessly. Chris looked puzzled, and looked from her to Mike.

“Do what she says!” Mike ordered her, and sensing the kink that his girlfriend had never let on to, added; “And until I say otherwise, you may address her as Mistress!” He thought that was a nice touch. Sarah kissed him again as Chris fumbled with his belt, and fly. He raised up to allow her to work his pants down his hips, and his cock sprang free when she pulled his underwear down after the trousers. It was already rock hard as he wondered where this would lead. Sarah stroked him once or twice, and told Chris

“Suck his cock, slut”

“Yes, Mistress” Chris said meekly, and bent to the task. At least this wasn’t as bad as being forced to have sex with a woman she thought, and she had already sucked his cock a couple of times, so it was nothing new. Sarah kissed Mike again, being careful to keep an eye on the blowjob she had ordered.

“This had definite possibilities” She told Mike. Mike stripped off his shirt, leaving himself naked, except for the pants around his ankles, and pulled Sarah’s head to his chest, she obliged by sucking his nipple and running her fingers around the other, listening to his breathing getting ragged as he became more and more aroused as things progressed. She was getting very hot herself, and began to rub her pussy through her clothes.

“You’re the only one who’s not naked.”  Mike pointed out. Sarah was getting really randy at this point, and stood up, and took off her dress over her head, and unhooked her bra, and slid her panties down her legs. She leaned down and took a handful of Chris’ hair.

“Sit back for a minute, bitch!” she said roughly, and pushed her back on the floor and straddled Mikes hard cock. She pulled his face to her tits as she lowered herself onto his cock and slid it up and down her slit, partly to get her outer labia lubed with her juices, and partly to tease him. She had him take her right nipple into his mouth as she began to settle onto his turgid rod.

large X-shaped cross, and then attaching clothespins to her nipples, and around her breasts. The woman was moaning, so he placed a ball gag in her mouth, and resumed attaching clothespins, now to her labia! She stopped that one and put in the lesbian DVD. She saw a group of women that rapidly dissolved from what looked like a coffee klatch into a lesbian orgy. She watched women dip their tongues into each others sex, and rub their faces in each others juices. They brought out toys and rode opposite ends of double ended dildos, and fucked each other with strap-on dildos. The though of another woman had crossed her mind before, but she had never really considered it. Once again, she was intrigued by the idea that she may be ordered to do something that she would never do on her own, but might find…enlightening, to say the least, even if she didn’t enjoy it. She could do so with no feelings of guilt, because she didn’t really have a choice, did she? Of course, the downside was that if she didn’t enjoy it, she still had to do it.

Mike was having a busy day at work, and in the middle of the afternoon, he wasn’t thinking (much) about the quick and easy piece of ass waiting for him at home, when his phone rang. It was Sarah, the girl he had been stood up by the night before. Her voice made him forget about Chris temporarily, and she explained that her car got towed, and her cell was in it, and she didn’t remember his number because it was programmed into her cell, and would he still like to get together? SHIT yeah! She was a raven haired beauty with big tits, and lips that looked like they could take the chrome off a trailer hitch! It wasn’t until after he got off the phone that he thought about Chris. Oh well, it wasn’t like he had to answer to her now was it? They had agreed to meet for drinks and maybe dinner after work. 5:00 came, and they met at the prearranged watering hole, and had a few cocktails. She was flirting with him, trying to make up for standing him up. He was eating it up, and flirting back just as hard. They had several drinks before ordering food, and more during and after dinner. His flirting back at her, and the cumulative effects of several Sex on the Beach cocktails was getting her randy, and she was taking any opportunity that presented itself to rub his increasingly large bulge in his pants. She suggested going to his place, and he couldn’t remember a single reason why they shouldn’t.

Chris had gotten hungry, and finally broke down and fixed a sandwich. It was almost 9:00, and while she wasn’t in any rush to see what he might have planned she WAS concerned what would eventually happen if something had happened to him. She had just got out of the shower, and was drying off, so to be fresh for him whenever he did make it in, when she heard the door open.  She went to the living room wrapped in a towel that barely made it past her pussy, and found herself staring at Master and another woman. Mike had a shocked look on his face, and the woman looked even worse. Mike was good at thinking quick, and immediately told Chris to go to the bedroom. Once she had left the room, Sarah looked at him, and he said “She’s a homeless girl I met last night, and she had nowhere to stay. She looked like she was going to freeze to death, and well, she made me an offer that I couldn’t refuse.”

“Really?” Sarah replied. “And what kind of offer was that?”

“Oh, to take care of me and my house in exchange for room and board.” Mike glossed over easily.

“And where does she sleep? Sarah inquired.

“Well, it was late last night when I met her, so last night she slept with me” he admitted. “I suppose I should have gone looking for a bed this evening, but the thought of seeing you made me forge all about it!” The schmooze seemed to be working, even though he could see some evil glint in her eyes.

“So she’s your housekeeper, but she slept in your bed last night?” Sarah asked, letting her suspicions show though. Mike thought, and figured he was going to get fucked one way or the other tonight, so he might as well limit the game playing.

her fingers wrapped around it, she remembered the discomfort that she had felt as she walked the hallway to the kitchen. Her fingers barely wrapped around its girth, and she almost gasped, thinking I took THAT all the way inside me last night? In EVERY orifice? No wonder she could hardly walk! It twitched in her hand as she slowly stroked it, and she felt a few drops of wetness on her hand as the precum leaked out of the slit at the end. She smeared it along the underside and it enabled her hand to glide more easily up and down his shaft.

“Suck it” he told her softly. She took the head in her mouth, and was dreading the gagging throat-fuck she’d had the night before. He moaned softly as she took a good part of him into her mouth, and then gently pushed her head away.

“I need to recover a bit from last night” He said, swinging his legs off the bed. “Pour me a cup of coffee, black, and bring it to me in my easy chair in the living room” He pulled on some shorts, and a robe, and went to the living room.

“Master?” Chris called from the kitchen, “may I join you in a cup of coffee?” He told her she may indeed, and she brought in two cups of hot steaming coffee, and as she approached him, she thought of what would please him. She knelt beside his chair, and picked up his cup and handed it to him, keeping her head down as she did so. He took it and she looked up at him, and asked “How was that, Master?”

“Much better my pet! Much better. You are learning your place, and how best to serve me. I’m going to have to go to work soon, and I expect to see the apartment spotless. You may get some rest when your chores are done; I suspect you’ll need it when I get home.” He gave her a leer that reminded her that last night was only the first of… how many?

taking it gently into her mouth and sucking and licking, washing him as she thought a dutiful slave might do. He moaned, and pulled her back up to him as she finished. NOW she was allowed to cuddle up close to him, and no sooner than she was snug up against his warm body, she heard him snoring softly.

The next morning she woke up feeling herself being shaken.

“Wake up!” he said to her, the heat is programmed to turn itself down in the night, and you need to go turn it back up!”

“But it’s COLD” she protested.

“Of course, otherwise I’D get up and do it.” He stated matter of factly “In fact, I started to, and then remembered I have a slave to do those things for me now!” He grinned evilly at her “Get to it, and while you’re up, make some coffee!”

Her bare feet padded along the cold hardwood floor, and her nipples hardened painfully as she shivered her way down the hall to the thermostat, and set it for about eighty degrees. She figured that would warm the place up quickly as it could be, and he could turn it back down when he deemed it warm enough to get out of bed. She found the control, and set the temperature up, and then padded her way to the kitchen. She found the coffee in the cabinet above the coffee pot, and the filters, and began to put the makings together in the basket. Once she had drawn the water, and poured it into the maker’s reservoir, she returned to the bedroom, and started to climb back under the blankets.

“You didn’t ask me if you could come back to bed.” He said, she got out and asked him “Please, can I get back into bed. A note of exasperation crept into her voice, and was not lost on him.

“A slave should request a favor of her Master from her knees!” he replied “And not forget WHO she’s addressing.”

“She sank to her knees and asked “Master, may I please come back to bed and get warmed back up?”

dick at her vaginal opening. She gasped and said “but what about birth control?”

“I’ll pick up some rubbers tomorrow, and we’ll see about getting you a script for pills in a few days, but for now I got to feel that hot wet (pussy w/K) around my cock!” He covered her mouth with his, and even as she began to protest, before she could think about the possible consequences, he drove his large thick cock into her to the hilt.

and then began to suck at her labia, and then started flicking his tongue across her clit. She reached down, and started to pull his face against her, stopped herself, and then went ahead. This time he liked the response he was getting. It stroked his ego to know he was turning this girl on. She began to moan, and was rocking her hips against his face. He saw that she was going to be fun to play with. Instead of having to try and work his ass off to get to the point where he could show a girl he could give her a good time, he could just prove it right off! The musky scent of her aroused pussy was having its effect on him as well. His cock was starting to throb and harden. He ran his face up and down her gash, and rubbed his nose and chin into her hot wet sex. He dipped his tongue as deep as he could into her vagina, and lapped out the cream he found there, He replaced his tongue with three of his fingers, and as he lightly bit and nibbled on the insides of her thighs. He fucked them rapidly in and out, bringing more of that cream to the surface. He then wiped his fingers as best he could on her labia, and clit, and went back to licking and sucking, noisily slurping her juices off of her pussy lips and clit. Her bucking increased in intensity, and she gave a keening moan and her body went momentarily rigid, save for an intense quivering. He knew she was cumming, and he licked and sucked at her clit with an even greater abandon. Just as he was about to rise up, he felt her hands tighten against the back of his head once more, and her body stiffened again, and she ground her hips against his mouth.

He pressed himself against her and reveled in the feel of her body against his, and felt his turgid cock grazing against her bottom. She looked up at him, and her eyes were glistening.

“Daddy, your little girl wants your cock in her pussy right NOW!” She was sure that that would please him. It did, but it did not satisfy him. He kissed her hard, and then raised up and looked in her eyes, and asked,

“Who said I was going to put my cock in your PUSSY?” and he grinned a sadistic little smile when he saw the sudden look of shock cross her face. He rubbed his cock between her pussy lips, getting it slimy wet with her juices, and then began to work it between her ass cheeks.

“Oh daddy please…no, please daddy…” she began begging as she felt the pressure at her sphincter, pressing inwards.

“Here’s something to think about…” he said as he began working his cock into her tight bunghole. “I’ll bet you’re not on any birth control, and daddy doesn't want his little girl getting knocked up!” He eased back a bit, and she caught her breath and then he began pressing in again.

“UUUGHHHHHH!” she moaned loudly as his cock violated her. She was adjusting to the size now, and while still uncomfortable, the pain was easing as she got used to him.  Each breath was an audible pant/moan now as he worked in and out always going deeper, until she felt his hips grind into her ass.

“There’s daddy’s good girl he panted into her ear, you took all of me!” and he ground his hips into her to make his point. Chris had a flash, a feeling of accomplishment. She HAD taken him all in, and had pleased him in doing so, and she hadn’t thought about the birth control issue before, so intent was she on simply surviving. She put her arms around him, to hold him tightly to her, and hopefully limit his motions as he thrust in and out of her bottom. He worked in and out slowly, but as he became more turned on, and approached his climax, he began to fuck her tight ass harder. She relaxed as much as she could, but with every thrust she still moaned.

“Ugh….Ugh…ugh…AHHHH!...NNNNG……OHHHH!” She couldn’t have managed much in the way of coherent speech if she had to, but she felt if she tried, she could make it end faster. “DADDD…..DDDEEE…give….t…it ….to…..meeee.” it had the desired effect, he heard her pleading for him to fuck her ass, and he went ballistic, he began fucking her faster and rapidly, he pounded into her in fast hard thrusts that slowed down and his balls emptied their contents into her bowels. He got up, his softening penis slipping effortlessly out of her ass, and led her without a word to the bathroom, where he ran water in the sink until it was warm. He handed her a washcloth, and when she started to wipe the mess from between her legs he stopped her.

“Clean your Master first!” he commanded. She knelt down, and began washing his cock, and wiping it carefully, and when she had completed; she started to clean the mess between her asscheeks. “Are you sure you did a good job?” he asked her. Not sure what he was getting at, she said,

“Yes Master!” and looked up at him.

“Then show me you did a good job, and suck it!” he ordered.

Now she realized the point of him asking if she did a good job, and she was painfully aware that she hadn’t used soap and water, just a dampened washrag.

“Master, may I wash you some more, just to be sure first?” she asked plaintively.

“This time you may, but be aware that any time I tell you to wash me, you may be required to demonstrate that you did a good job!” He couldn’t believe his good fortune. None of the bitches he’d been dating would have let him ass-fuck them, he’d tried, but they all said he was too big. Now he had his own slut that would allow him to do anything he wanted. Who needed to go on a date and spend a hundred and fifty dollars or two hundred, and maybe not even get a piece of ass at the end of it! This girl performed beautifully for a hamburger! She finished with soap and water, and wiping him carefully off, and then bent to take him into her mouth. He loved the warmth of her mouth enveloping his manhood, and it began to stir as she sucked at it. My God, she thought, he’s getting hard again! I hope he’s not going to fuck my poor ass again, it’s already raw!

“You’ve been a good slave, for the first day” he added. “What can your Master do to show his appreciation?” He looked at her. She thought for a moment and tentatively gave him the most honest answer she could.

“Master, I would like to get some sleep, it’s been a long hard week.” She said weakly. 

can put them on and leave to go find a place out there!” he pointed out the window at the thickening snowfall. She cringed at the thought of that and begged his forgiveness.

“Please Master, don’t send me out!” she began shedding tears, thinking she had ruined her chances. She threw her arms around his leg.   “Please let me stay, I’ll learn how to please you, I just need to get used to this!” She sobbed. Mike found it an incredible turn on to have this girl throwing herself at him, and begging him for mercy. He stood up.

“Undress me slave!” he demanded. She looked up at him, with tears still running down her cheeks and began to unfasten his belt, button and the zipper of his fly, trying to be quick, but moving deliberately, so as not to fumble too much, and give him cause to get angry again. She pulled his pants down and as he raised first one leg then the other, she pulled them off, and then she rose, and pulled his shirt off, and raised it over his head. As her arms were stretched above her removing the shirt from his second arm, the first one he pulled free found her right breast and cupped it, she sucked in her breath, but caught herself, and rather than doing something that might make him mad, she leaned forward and pressed it into his hand. He shifted his palm on it and began rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and said,

“You’re getting the idea!” and he took his other hand and began stroking her body, appreciating the suppleness of her skin. She pressed her body against his, and laid her head against his chest, and asked,

“What would you have me do?” as she breathed heavily against his skin, knowing that she was in fact his slave.  He sat back onto the sofa, pulling her with him, and Pulled her close, she was on her knees astride his lap, and he pulled her close, and she had to straighten up, and her breasts came to his face, be began to lightly bite and suck her left breast, and play with the right one with his hand as his right hand circled her waist and pulled her body tight to his.

“MMMM, let me explore my new slave girl’s body” he said between licks and sucks. I have a new toy, and I want to play with it!” His left hand wandered down between her legs, and she felt him stroking her pussy, slowly parting her lips, and rubbing her clit, and then working his fingers slowly deeper into her folds. He found the wetness she had been secreting from her untended to womanhood.

“MMMMMMM” she moaned softly, as his lips continued to work on her breast, and now he began alternating between one and the other. Her hips began a slight gyration against his fingers almost against her will. The dichotomy she felt once again came to the forefront of her mind, she wasn’t doing this because she wanted to, but because she HAD to, but since she didn’t have to feel guilty about acting like a slut, and sleeping with someone she just met, she found she was enjoying it. What was THAT about? And should she feel guilty about enjoying it? It was too much to figure out, and his fingers were working their way up inside her, and she was squirming to accommodate them, letting him work them deeper.

“You’ll find I have a very active imagination, my little one!” he panted into her ear as she leaned her head wantonly against his neck. “You may one minute be daddy’s little girl, and another be my little fuck-slut! Do you have any problems with that?” He said as she ground herself onto his fingers. His filthy language and the perverted things he was talking about deepened her lust, and she found herself not so much wanting to get it over with, and get past it, to wondering just what it would be like when he did those things. He moved his hand from her back, and she leaned in again to keep from falling over backwards. His fingers found her ass crack, and he began worming his fingers between them, and getting his finger to the tight puckered opening of her anus. He withdrew his fingers from the sopping wetness of her pussy, and delivered a light slap to her face leaving a wet spot on her cheek of her vaginal juices. She sucked in her breath, but before she could consider what she did wrong, he stuck his fingers into her mouth that was agape from the shock of the unexpected slap, even though it wasn’t especially hard, and she dutifully sucked and licked at them, sensing that was what he wanted. “

Little girls shouldn’t move their asses away from daddy’s fingers!” he chided. She backed her head up off his now clean fingers, and said

“Yes Daddy, I won’t do that again!” and bent her waist as much as she could, and tried to relax herself so it wouldn’t hurt so much when his fingers started into her rectum. He again sucked on her nipples as he wormed his index finger into her tight ass. He again reached down, and began fingering her now sopping wet pussy. God, he thought to himself, she must really be getting into this!

“Ohhhhh! Ugh, AGGGHHH!” she grunted and groaned as his fingers fucked at her virginal ass, but the ones in her pussy felt soooo good! And his lips and tongue were doing such nasty things on her boobs! Sitting astride his lap, with her tits pressed into his face, and her ass spread wide, and being violated by his fingers, felt good, and painful at the same time. And her lack of control made her feel free to enjoy the enjoyable parts, and the parts she didn’t enjoy just proved that she wasn’t in control after all, right? She felt like she was a slut among sluts and at the same time innocent, and she was reveling in that.

“When I change how I address you, I expect you to adjust how you address me, understand?” He breathed into her ear, amazed that he now had a woman this much under his control.

“Yes MaAAster” she panted into his neck as his finger reached a new depth in her ass.

“Does my little girl want to feel Daddy’s cock inside her?” he asked huskily, wanting to get a nut in the worst kind of way, and ready to fuck his new slave.

“Ok, thank you” she said. “I won’t” wondering why he wouldn’t let her lock the door to the bathroom. He indicated she was dismissed and told her that the bathroom was down the hall. She went in and turned on the water, and took off her clothes and dropped them on the floor next to the door, and got under the water. She adjusted it as hot as she could stand it, and let it run over her body. She wondered if Master might come in, and…take advantage of her. Use her? She was thinking what would be the best term to use, and she felt a twinge of lust in her loins as she thought about it. She was acutely aware of her arousal at having had her face buried in his musky crotch, and the arousing effect it had had on her, and the total lack of stimulation she had had in return. Thinking about it made her sex throb with longing for release. It was in a way, quite humiliating, but at the same time, titillating to consider the situation she found herself in. On the one hand, she was effectively a slave to her new Masters desires. And on the other hand, she could also imagine herself being made a slut, without the guilt or stigma of doing so by her own choice. She rubbed the soap across her Mons venires, and let a finger slip between her folds and caress her clitoris. She moaned silently, and removed her hands and began soaping up her breasts and armpits and working all over, trying to wash every inch of her badly to remove the filth that had accumulated over the past week. But she DID have to make sure she was clean, and she was sure her Master would want her that way…. Her hands slid the bar of soap again between her legs, and up into the folds of her womanhood, and further, between her ass cheeks, and the swept her fingers between them to rinse the soap suds out, and the feeling of her fingers became brought the curiosity of what HIS fingers would feel like, and she was sure she would find out shortly. She washed her hair two then three times, and completed her ablutions, and stepped out of the shower. She found a large bath towel, and rubbed her skin dry, and as much as she abhorred the though of putting her filthy rags back on, she looked where she dropped them. They were gone. She looked all around the bathroom, and then opened the door a bit and called out.

“Do you know where my clothes are?” Hoping Master would hear her.

“Yes, I’m washing them, if they’ll come clean at all, and don’t shout at me, come in here and speak to me like a human being!”  He responded. She wrapped the bathsheet around her body and tucked it in, and went into the living room where he sat on the sofa watching the news.

“Go to the kitchen, in the first cabinet, up high, on the left are some large tumblers, take one put five ice cubes in it, pour about five fingers of Captain Morgans in it, you’ll see that on the counter on the right, and then top it off with a can and a half of Coke, and put the leftover half can in the fridge.” He rattled of to her. She went to comply with his orders. And found the things exactly where he said they would be. She took the drink in to him, and offered it. Then he told her to go to the pantry, and get a tray, and place the drink on the tray, bring it back and present it to him on her knees. She went back, and got the tray, placed the thirty ounce tumbler on it and knelt before him and offered it.

“Here’s your drink Master” She said, thinking she would please him.

“Thank you, but kneel to the side so you don’t block the T.V. while I’m watching the news.”  She scooted he body sideways on her knees to comply. He reached out after he had taken a sip, and pulled the towel from her body, leaving her kneeling on the hardwood floor naked. He appraised her, and threw the towel back, and said “Finish drying your hair, and don’t cover your body around me when we’re alone, I want to see my pet, and have all of your…charms available to me whenever I want.” She flushed at that, but bowed her head and “yes Master” and began vigorously toweling her hair. He saw she was a brunette with some honey blonde streaks through it, and was pleased. She wasn’t a bad looker at all, not a supermodel, but then what supermodel ever spent any time with him, or agreed to be his personal slave and plaything? When her hair was mostly dry, he told her “Later If you’re going to be here for awhile, I want you to write out a list of things you’ll need, put a hairdryer on it, and whatever shampoo and stuff you need for your hair, and a toothbrush, and you can use my toothpaste.”

“Yes Master” she said thinking that it would be good to at least get the basics to maintain herself. “Master?” she began.

“Yes, what is it?”

“If it wouldn’t cost too much, or be too much trouble, could I get some clothes?” she began hesitantly, and hurriedly added “we could get them at K-Mart, or even the thrift store, just a couple of things to wear when you don’t require me naked, and some things to alternate so I’m not always in the same things? And maybe a….heavier coat?” She hung her head down, hoping she hadn’t overstepped.

“we’ll see” he said “it’ll depend on whether or not you’re going to be with me for awhile, and how well you do your chores!”

“Chores?” She asked, “of course Master and what chores do you require of me?”

“Well…” he thought for a moment “In addition to being available to me at all times for my pleasure, while I’m at work, I expect you to do the laundry, and cook the meals if you have any talent for that sort of thing. If not, I can teach you. I expect you to keep the apartment neat and tidy, and if you do those things well, and don’t decide to leave in a few days, I’ll see about getting you some clothes!”

“Thank you Master!” she said. This was better than she had originally hoped for. A hot meal and a dry place to sleep was all she had dared to hope for! Mike move to the edge of the sofa, and reached out for her. She shied slightly, and he came off the couch and slapped her ass hard with a resounding SMACK and left a bright red imprint of his hand on her left ass cheek.

“AAAH!’ Owwww!” she protested.

“Listen” he said quietly “I think after dinner you’ll still want a place to stay, but I need an act of good faith from you. Get on your knees, and suck my cock, just for a minute.”

          She was taken aback, but once again reminded herself of what she had promised herself back in the cold rainy parking lot, and she slowly went to her knees. She looked at his cock, and while not huge, it was the biggest she had seen, not that she had seen that many! She gingerly licked at the tip of it, and the thought of putting her tongue on a mans penis in the men’s room of a diner, a man whose name she didn’t even KNOW yet, simultaneously thrilled and appalled her. The shock and shame she felt, she was expecting when she braced up her nerves back in the parking lot, the thrill was a surprise. She slowly took the head of his manhood between her lips, and wrapped her lips around the corona. He moaned softly, and placed a hand on the back of her head, guiding her. He pulled her further onto his rod, and felt the moist warmth of her throat engulfing the head of it as her face was buried in his pubic hair, he began to slowly throat-fuck her, but she started to gag, and cough. He was afraid they would be caught already, but he wanted to know she was serious, and he had proved that, so he withdrew his member and told her to get up.

          “I’m sorry…” she began, and her eyes started to fill with tears.

          He put his finger to her lips and said “I just wanted to see if you were serious, now that I know you are, we’ll go eat, and then we’ll go where you can get dry and warm, and rest.” He tucked himself back in, and they went back to their booth. She sipped at the coffee to rid herself of the memory of what had just transpired.

          “Go ahead and order what you want!” He urged her, knowing that in a diner, she couldn’t get too crazy on his wallet. She ordered a big hamburger, with fries, and a milkshake. He had the same. While they waited for their meal to arrive, he pulled out a cigarette, and asked “You mind if I smoke? I didn’t think so” And she realized that the question was never intended to be more than a rhetorical nicety. She didn’t care; she was out of the cold, the wet, and the wind. She had a hot meal on the way, and life was good, at least for a few minutes.

“I think you’ll find my place comfortable enough.” He said just as their burgers arrived, and she assured him that she was use it would be fine. She ravenously attacked the food, never realizing how good a hamburger was. He watched her with some amusement, and pondered the ramifications and possibilities that seemed to be presenting themselves.

After they finished eating they sat in a semi-awkward silence, and he requested and paid the check. They walked out to his car, and the thought briefly crossed her mind that she could make a break for it, and run, but if she did, where would that leave her? Sleeping in a dumpster? Freezing to death? No, she would continue on with her original plan. He unlocked the car and she climbed in as quickly as she could, both to escape the cold biting wind, and to avoid keeping him waiting. They drove around for a bit, and he said, “pull my cock out and suck it” She turned in her seat, and reached into his lap, and fumbled with his belt, and fly, getting it open, and then snaking his prodigious cock out of his trousers. She lowered her head and began to lick it, and gradually began to take it inside her mouth. In an effort to think about something besides what she was having to do to ensure her survival for another day or two, she thought about the hamburger and the trimmings she had just eaten. The though made her mouth water, and she was having to slurp up her saliva fairly often, making the blowjob sound terribly obscene. Mike (for this was his name) wasn’t complaining. It turned him on to hear her slurping all over his cock, and about convinced him it was one of the better blowjobs he’d had in a long time, if not ever. He ran his hand across her shoulders and stroked her neck, trying to refrain from pushing her head down on his cock and chocking her again. He thought about it, getting a blowjob while driving around was one of those things he’d always wanted to try, but never found a bitch that would attempt it. It was a long standing fantasy, but far from the only one. He began wondering what else he could get away with. 

“So, you’ll do whatever I want, huh?” he asked between deep breaths loving the warm wetness of her mouth on his cock, and becoming emboldened by it. Why not get some idea of what she’ll stand for?

“Yes, I thought it should be obvious by now.” She said softly, picking her face up out of his lap to respond. He smacked her on her ass that was turned up sideways in the passenger seat so she could lean down into his lap.

“Ow, she cried out as his hand stung her ass.

“Don’t get cheeky with me…what’s your name?”

“Chris” she replied “short for Crystal” she added.

“I’m Mike, but until further notice, when we’re alone, you’re to address me as Master” He waited to see how she would respond to that.

“Yes, Mi...Master” she said, catching herself before she made a blunder.

“Good! now get back to what you were doing!” and with his hand he coaxed her back down onto his cock. She made an effort to be enthusiastic as she sucked his cock, getting the first strong taste of his precum oozing out of the slit in the end, and she wondered if she let him cum in her mouth if that would be enough to satisfy him. Not even close.

They got to his apartment building, and took the elevator up to his apartment.  The view from his living room was awesome, and she would have been impressed even more if she wasn’t preoccupied with thoughts of what was going to be next. There was a panoramic view of the harbor, and all the lights silhouetted the falling snow that the drizzle had turned into as the temperature dropped, and it looked like a blizzard was on the way, and she thanked whatever providence there was that she had met Mike, Master when she did. He came up behind her, and said “Why don’t you go take a shower, and there’s a rule you must always follow in my house, never lock the door!”

A New Beginning

          It was cold, and rainy. She had not had a dry place to sleep in a week. All she could manage was sneaking into the ladies room in fast food establishments and try to clean up as best she could in the sink, but her clothes were getting unbearable. She was getting desperate, and looking for any opportunity to improve her lot. Her job had been downsized, and then her landlord had evicted her for nonpayment of rent. Her possession had been held until she could pay what was owed, but the bastard had made it clear that he wasn’t about to allow her to move back in, having had to evict her once already. Then the weather had turned. She shivered, wishing she had grabbed a heavier coat before she lost her wardrobe, meager as it was. She thought about what she might do to gain some assistance, if not sympathy which seemed in short supply these days.

          He was coming out of the bar; fuming that his date had stood him up. He was hoping he could get laid tonight, and while it wasn’t a sure thing, it was a chance, and he didn’t even have that now.

          She shivered as she wandered through the parking lot, and arrived at the conclusion that she was prepared to do anything it took to get some food, and warm dry place to sleep, and a roof over her head, if only for the night, and if she could find a place to spend more time than that, anything was negotiable.

          He walked across the parking lot towards his car, and beeped the remote door locks, and pondered if he might find someone at another bar.

          She heard a loud beep beep from a car about 50 feet away. And turned to see a well dress man walking towards it, she turned and made her way briskly in his direction, steeling herself for whatever may happen.

          “Excuse me, Sir?” she said to get his attention before he got in his car.

          He looked up, if it had been a mans voice, he would have ignored it, there were many panhandlers around since a few of the local companies had outsourced many of the jobs the city had always counted on. But the voice was feminine, and, who knows maybe it would lead to him getting what he so desperately wanted. He saw a bedraggled looking young woman, maybe twenty years old, with no makeup, and her clothes were getting soaked from the drizzle coming down, in spite of her windbreaker that was far too light for the conditions. He could see her shivering. “Can I help you?” he asked, wondering what he was going to be hit up for. She was obviously just a female version of what he was already used to ignoring.

          “H-Have you got a place I could stay for the night? And maybe something to eat?” Her jaw trembled, whether from the cold or from being ready to cry, he couldn’t tell. A place to stay, and something to eat? Usually beggars asked for money to get those things, then spent it on drugs or alcohol. This one seemed a bit different. He thought he would talk to her a bit, and se how different.

          “What’s in it for me?” he asked. He watched her as her eyes fell to her shoes, and she thought about her answer one last time.

          “I’ll do whatever you want, if you’ll help me.” She said softly.

          He only heard part of what she said over the wind whipping between the tall buildings surrounding the lot.  “What did you say?” he asked. He had heard enough, he thought, to understand her, but wanted to be sure.

          She raised her gaze to meet his, and said in a voice that was more audible but still trembled. “I’ll do whatever you want!”

          He thought about that a minute “Ok, get in” and gestured towards the passenger door. She climbed in the car, and it felt good to get out of the wind and the cold, as he started the engine and began to pull out of the parking lot, the heater began to put out hot air, and she felt the warmth, and realized that she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be warm. She didn’t know what to say, so she kept silent.

          “So, you want some dinner and a place to crash?” he asked to get some clarification, and break the silence.

          “Yes, if you can help me with that, please.” She said softly, looking down at her hands in her lap. He noticed this, and figured that she wasn’t some druggie that was used to slutting herself out for a fix, or a hooker.

          Well, how about we get you some food, then we’ll go to my place if you’re serious about your offer.” He said.

Her ‘offer’, she hadn’t thought of it as an offer, but she saw what he meant. It hadn’t dawned on her that she was offering up her body in barter for food and shelter, but she realized that’s what she had done, and it shamed her. She steeled herself not to blow it now, and reminded herself that this was what she knew she might have to do to get out of the cold, and to keep from starving.

          They pulled into the parking lot of a diner, and he got out, and she got out and walked towards the door with him. They went in, and he went to a booth in a deserted part of the dining area, where they could talk with some privacy. They ordered coffee, and the waitress started to leave, and the guy asked where the restrooms were. She indicated towards the back of the restaurant, and left to get their coffees.

“Come with me.” The guy told the girl, and he took her hand and rose. He released it when she got up, and started walking behind him, and they both went through the doors marked “Restrooms”. The men’s was on the left and the ladies was on the right, she started to turn to the right, but he caught her wrist and pulled her into the men’s room behind him. She was embarrassed by finding herself in the men’s room, but she knew he had to have a reason for literally dragging her in here. It had a toilet stall, and a urinal, and the only lock was on the main door, which he snapped into place. He opened his fly, and pulled out his cock, which while not full erect, was starting to swell.