She had done it. She had walked into the hotel, told them her name, and the desk clerk handed her a key. That doesn't sound so bad, but telling a complete stranger your name is His-BigTits, isn't as easy as you'd think.

But she was here now. In the room, quiet surrounding her. Not even the traffic on the street could be heard. She was alone. She gazed about the room and took in her surroundings. Everything was pretty standard, bed and bathroom. Except for the big box in the corner labeled, NOT FOR YOUR EYES, don't look or you'll regret it. She pulled out her phone, checked her email and there was one from him.

"You look lovely my pet, now follow the steps I gave you before, you have 30 minutes.

She looked at the time he sent it, ten minutes ago. Shit! Now it's only 20! You quickly let your hair down and let it fall, to let the kink of the bun fall out for him. Then you strip, jump into the bathroom and lather up everything. He wants you freshly shaven, everywhere. That means legs, underarms, forearms and of course your pussy, you want everything fresh for him.

That alone takes you fifteen minutes and you start to panic. You only have a small idea of what he has in store for you, but you know he won't mess around with your being late. It's the first time you're meeting in person, and you know you can't fail him now.

There a small bottle of perfume you notice as you dry off, with another note that reads, for you. You put it where he told you. Between you DD tits, and right above your freshly shaved slit. It's for him, not you.

Quickly, without looking at the time, you throw your heals back on and kneel facing the window, back to the door. Trying to catch your breath. Any air at all at this point, you're not sure if its from the running or if you're so scared you simply can't breathe.

Less than a minute later the door opens, and you feel the cold air rush on your back and you involuntarily shiver and make a small moan.

"Since this is the first time we're meeting, I will let that pass, but just this once. Understood?"

In your fluster you almost forget to answer him. "Yes Sir."

"Stand up BigTits, I want to inspect you. There is no point in us continuing this if you can't follow simple directions."

You stand up, he roughly spins you around and again you lose your breath. He grabs your nipple suddenly and twists, hard. You lose your breath again, and he twists harder, the other direction.

"Do you understand?" He says it roughly, a cruel undertone in his voice.

"Yes Sir" I whisper.

Tears prick your eyes. "Stand up straight, hold your arms out, and spread your legs, wide." He says this as he walks into the bathroom to see the towel laid disheveled over the towel bar, and checks to make sure the perfume has been used.

He walks back to you unbuttoning his shirt. He stops, looks at you, taking you in, all of you. Every insecurity you've ever had crosses your mind, you want nothing more than to be pleasing to him, in every way, and your body is no exception.

He suddenly reaches out, wraps his hand roughly around your throat. You make no sound, now you know better, and you just look at him, unable to breathe, but you look him straight in the eye.

Hands still out, legs spread... you don't move, just stare.

He lessens his grip only slightly, so you can breathe, but only just barely. With his other hand he begins his inspection. Starting with your breasts, he caresses them and takes his time over the nipples, getting them hard slowly. He then takes the back of his hand and caresses your arms, moves down the side of you and checks your legs.

You are so aware of his touch. You're not sure you can stand up for it, it is its own drug. Intoxicating you, he notices and again tightens his grip on your throat. Yep, you're back. Back to where you stand. You no longer belong to yourself, you are his, and you have been reminded of that. He slowly moves up to your pussy after he knows you are focused, and gently feels its softness.

"You little slut, you're already dripping." He brings his hand up to your nose, loosens his grip and then says "Smell your pussy Slut." You breathe it in deeply. You know the smell of yourself as he has made you smell yourself over and over again in virtual play. But you've never been allowed to taste it. You told him that you hadn't once in conversation, and he made you promise that you wouldn't until it was off of him.

You look at him again, straight in the eye. He's looking in yours. "Do you like the way your pussy smells Slut?"

"You know I do Sir." He suddenly grips your throat hard again, and plunges three of his fingers deep inside your pussy, he presses in hard and pulls out just enough to do it again, and again, and again. You can feel you juices running down your inner thigh, and suddenly he pulls out of you, loosens his grip on your throat, and holds his dripping wet hand up to your face. Again, he's looking you straight in the eye, and without another word puts his fingers in his own mouth. He tastes you, while you watch, slowly and deliberately.

"Mmmmmm, you are sweet."

"Thank you Sir" is all you can say, frustration building inside of you. He then tells you to kneel in front of him. He finishes taking off his shirt, and instructs you to slowly take off his pants. You raise your hands up, and unbuckle his belt. You pull it off and use your neck as a place to hang it. You unbutton him, and then unzip his pants. Gingerly, you reach up with both hands and pull his boxers and pants down all at the same time, as his cock bulges inches from your face. You continue to look forward, straight at his cock, but bend to the side to let him step out of his pants. He steps away and you look up at him, your eyes wide. He's much bigger than you anticipated. This is supposed to be a first night to meet but also a first night for all the other stuff. Sure you've had sex before, but not like this.

He smiles, looks down on you, "Afraid?" You nod. "Why?" He says.

"Sir, because if you accept me, we make that bond with my ass! I've never had anything in my ass, and that will break me Sir!"

He takes you by the shoulders, gets very close to your face, looks you in the eyes and says, "You have to trust me, do you trust me?" You nod, tears again pricking your eyes.

"Say it!" He speaks forcibly, but not cruelly.

"I trust you Sir." You strangle out.

He holds on to your shoulders and begins walking you backward, toward the bed. He then sits you down on the edge. He walks across the room, opens the box, and pulls out a myriad of ropes. The juices start flowing again, and you rub your thighs together, just a little.

He orders you to stand and put your hands by your side. He begins the macrabre, and gently ties your tits in place. Not to tightly, but enough that they stand at attention for him. Then he runs the rope behind your back and under you and pulls the two ends firmly up your ass crack, then separates them a bit and runs them along the outer edge of you pussy lips, finally pulling them tight through the bonds of your tits. He take another rope, ties your right wrist three times, then wraps the rope around your tummy and back several times and then ties your left hand to your waist as well.

Firmly, he lays you down on your back, takes a third rope and ties your left thigh and calf together. Followed by the same action on your right leg. You are now completely immobile, and every part of you is open to his needs, his wants, and his desires.

He gently puts the same three fingers into your pussy and ever so softly rocks them in and out of your pussy. You know you're dripping on the bed. You are so turned on that your nipples are at complete attention, begging for your Sir's touch. Still he rocks, begins playing with you clit, coaxing it out of it's hiding place. Slowly it bends to him, and come out of the hood. It is swollen and wanting. Sir takes his hand out of your pussy, and latches on to your clit with his mouth. Sucking hard, and you begin to moan. As soon as you do, he stops. He knows he has you right where he wants you.

He reaches up and smacks your right tit, hard. You don't know if your screaming because of the pain or the fact that his mouth has gone away. He quickly does the same thing to the left tit.

Again you scream, and the he grabs your bound thigh and penetrates your pussy. In one, forcible stroke you take all of him in. You feel the head of his cock in the back of you, and he pushes it in just a little bit harder.

"Are you mine TitSlut? Does this cock own you?"

"Yes Sir, I am your TitSlut!" You desire will admit to anything now."You own me, my will is yours."

"Do you want me to fuck you slut? " He hasn't moved since he drove deep into you and you begin to squirm wanting him to fuck you harder than any other woman he has ever fucked.

"Your TitSlut wants you to fuck her so hard you break her in half Sir!"

He begins pumping you so hard your tits are bouncing up to your chin despite their being tied. "Do you like this Slut?" he practically screams.

"Yeeeaaaasssss!" You yell.

"Tell everyone on the block that your a slut! I want every hotel neighbor we have in this building to know that you're a slut. Scream it!"

He begins pumping at a rate you didn't know existed and you yell out with all that you are, " I AM A SLUT! I AM HIS SLUT! I AM OWNED!"

"Again!"

I AM HIS FUCKING LITTLE WHORE! MY LITTLE PUSSY IS ONLY FOR MY SIR! I AM HIS TITSLUT! HIIISSSS TITSLUT WHORE! You are so close and you realize you haven't asked permission to cum.

You scream again, as he is slapping your tits relentlessly. You scream again, "SIR CAN YOUR TITSLUT CUM?!? PLEASE!" He says yes, and after two more swift, deep pumps from him your pussy and everything else explodes. You cum hard all around him, but even as you're cumming he continues to fuck you mercilessly. You can feel him start to engorge and at the last minute, he pulls out and cums all over you. His load is all over your pussy, your tits, your face and even in your hair.

He falls down next to you. There's too much pleasure to hold in. The pain that pulsates through your tits is overwhelming, and feels amazing. Your pussy is still convulsing and tears escape your eyes, fulfillment at last you think.

He recovers and begins to untie you, you sit up on the bed after all the ropes are off, and you rub your wrists to get blood flow going again.

"Stand up." He hands you an ice bucket, "Go get us some ice. Just. Like. That." I step out into the hallway naked and covered in his cum and mine still slick between my thighs, knowing that the ice machine is in the lobby on the first floor.

He had enough of her little jealous streaks, this was not going to carry on and she was going to learn. He heads into the main room and sees her kneel upon His entrance. Without a word, His footfalls are determined as He moves straight to her. Grabbing her roughly by her hair and yanking her to her feet. She cries out in surprise and stumbles beside Him trying to stay with His fast pace.
He marches her down the hallway to His study. His hand still strong in her hair, he feels her weaken seeing where they are going. But He walks past the entrance to His study and takes her up to His chambers. He kicks the door open with His foot and pushes her in.
Falling to her knees, her heart races as she feels the familiar tingling surging through her body. It had been awhile since He had taken her and she thought that today He would finally have her. Yet to her surprise she hears Him messing with something beside His bed. Looking up, she sees Him pulling curtains back. She had always though the curtains were as decorations, but upon opening them it revealed something a little scary to her... beneath the curtains the were chains connected in the wall. Chains higher up for wrists and lower ones for ankles. And it didn't look like it would be comfortable.
He looked down at her and noticed that Sarah had been watching Him.
"Yes its for you. Now come here now." His voice was strong and stern and she wobbly crawled to His feet. She didn't know what she had done wrong or what He was going to do.
He reaches down again pulling her roughly to her feet. Pushing her against the wall He picks up her wrist and clicks it in, them moving to the other side, clicks her other wrist in the restraint. She whimpers out as He crouches before her taking her left ankle and snapping the cuff around it. Her legs opening a little more than shoulder length apart, He clicks the right ankle.
"Say a word and I will gag you." He pushes a rough kiss to her lips, her moan soft in His mouth. Pulling away He leaves her wanting more.
He leaves the room, her own desire tingling through her, she feels so alone and empty. She looks upon His soft bed, remembering the many time He had made her yield to Him there. Sarah groans out in her frustration.
He comes back within a few minutes, yet to her horror she sees one of her sisters behind Him. What is He doing with her? Why has He brought her in here? These questions she knew would soon be answered.
"Stand kajira" He said pointing to the end of His bed. She moved to the foot of His bed and turns her hip towards Him. Her silks lightly clinging to her body. Her nipples erect with anticipation. Sarah watches her sisters arousal unfold before her, Sarah can see her breathing increase and can only imagine how loud her heart must be pounding in her ears.
He steps forward and lets His hand trace the smooth line from her cheek down to the single know in her silks that rest upon her shoulder. With a gentle tug the silk falls to her sisters ankles.
Not wanting to watch Sarah turns her head away from her Master and her sister. Anger fueling her as she wants to scream out. Her entire body trembling from the rage that is building.
"Watch!" He commanded her. Sarah whimpered in response her eyes closed tightly and her head to the side unwilling to watch.
He walks to Sarah and smacks her cheek hard, then turning her face to His...
"Watch"
Sarah bites her lower lip, biting back the tears that the sting has caused. She can feel her cheeks turning red from His hand.
He moves back to her sister and lifts her and places her on His bed. Sarah watches every move. Knowing that she no longer has a choice. She can feel her heart breaking, as her body begins to lose its strength in the bindings.
He lays the girl on the bed on her back. He crawls between her legs, opening them up to Him inch by inch. Kiss after kiss He starts at her ankles and works His way up her parted thighs. The moans of Sarah's sister carries to her ears. She desperately wants to turn away from this unfolding scene. Yet Sarah's body begins to react as well. She can feel her own desire growing as she remembers the feel of their Masters lips.
Sarah's sister squirms under His touch. Her back arching up to His mouth, her body begging to be taken. His hand travels up her soft stomach and to her hardened nipples. She moans out under His touch. She desperately wants to reach out to Him to touch Him in return, to bring Him the pleasure He is giving her.
He leans up, and takes a nipple into His mouth, His tongue flicking across her tender flesh. She moans under His warm gentle touch. His strong arm slips around her waist and pulls her to the sitting position. She leans forward nuzzling into His chest kissing His neck.
Sarah begins to wiggle in her chains, wanting to ask Him to stop, longing to close her eyes and wishing she could plug her ears. Sarah did not want to see or even hear this. She always knew that He had the other girls but never having to witness it helped her deal. This was too much. All Sarah wanted was for it to end. As much as she wanted to pull her eyes from the unfolding events, her eyes were trapped.
He moves back from Sarah's sister and she takes His cue. She slides from Him and goes to her knees on the bed. Her breathing faster, her hands trembling as she tugs at the bottom of His shirt, lifting it slowly over His head. Both girls admiring His slowly revealed body. She leans forward, her hand resting on His chest, she places kisses down His warm flesh, her trembling hand resting on His chest. With a deep sigh she makes her way to the waist of His pants.
He gently takes her hands making her stop for a moment. He guides her to the head of the bed. He has her on her back again. Her sister glances up to Sarah, nervous that Sarah has to endure this and wondering if she could enjoy His touch with her sister on the wall suffering.
Her attention brought back to Him as soon as she feels Him spreading her open. His hands trace up her inner thigh teasing her wet lips. She moans closing her eyes her body responding to Him. His fingers tracing across her lips, parting them and opening her further to Him. He leans forward deeply kissing her sweetness.
Sarah watches her sisters body begin to give to Him, she knows the signs all to well. Her back arching, eyes closed tightly, rapid breathing, body trembling, all waiting for those words. Those words of release.
His tongue exploring her as His finger dips in pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her cries of pleasure ringing loudly in everyone's ears. Faster and faster His finger takes her, then when she feels she can't take anymore, He slips a second finger in. she squirms uncontrollably under Him.
"Please..... Master...... please......" she cries out.
"Cum kajira" with those two words her body yields completely to Him. Her wetness soaking His hands, her breath ragged, her body trembling through the orgasm, her heart louder than ever. Slowly He allows her to come down.
Her eyes glazed over in pleasure she looks up lovingly to her Master. He kisses her deeply on her mouth and lifts her into His arms.
"Rest kajira Mine." With that He removes her from the room.
He is gone for a few minutes. Sarah is not sure where He took Him but she can't help but to hate Him right now. How dare He do that to her, to take her sister in front of her. She fights against the restraints. Her heart beating wildly, her anger and hurt blurring her vision, she barely makes out His form once again entering His bedchambers. She hopes that this is over, but to her utter horror she sees her other sister trailing in behind Him.
Sarah groans loudly in her chains. Knowing she best keep quiet but her frustration growing beyond belief. Not only was she watching her Master take the others as He pleased, but her arousal was so high that if she was not chained she didn't think she would be able to keep her hands in check.
He glances over to Sarah, her groans had not escaped His ears, His eyes narrow at her warning her to remain quiet. His attention returns to Sarah's other sister. He pushes her to a kneel, His manhood straining against His pants. Her sister knowing what He desires, her hands finding His waistband. She kisses His warm flesh around the waistband, she purrs softly as her delicate fingers release the tie holding up His pants.
Gently she slides the pants down His strong thighs. Her breath is taken away. Sarah blushes and diverts her eyes from His erect manhood as her sister looks up to Him hungrily, licking her lips.
She places a kiss on His inner thigh as her delicate fingers wrap around His shaft. He growls softly encouraging her on. Leaning forward to Him, hungry for Him, she kisses the tip of His member, and then with a lick she takes Him in His mouth. Her tongue wrapping around Him, tasting every inch of Him like He was a long awaited desert. Her tight warm mouth taking Him deeper and deeper, with each thrust she moans softly on Him. Her own arousal more than apparent. His hand roughly takes her hair as He pulls her from His engorged member, she moans disappointed that she was not allowed to finish Him.
He tilts her head back exposing her throat, and then pressing a rough kiss and a growl in her throat she squeaks out in pleasure. Her body trembles in His grasp. He pulls her form His kiss and turns her to face Sarah. His hardness pressing against her He slides it between her wet folds. She moans as He slips past her opening, her body hungrily accepting Him.
Sarah can do nothing but watch. Sarah's eyes filling with tears as her sister's eyes fill with pleasure. The girl's eyes were locked with each other as their Master took her. His hands wrapped around her body cupping her breast. Long fast strokes going deep inside her. Her sisters body beginning tremble. Her breathing ragged her eyes closing tightly; she bites her lower lip holding out as long as He should make her.
Sarah's tears fell as their Master leaned forward whispering in the ear of her sister. Her sister yielding savagely to Him. He legs giving out beneath her as His strong arms holds her body upright. Her body wracked with orgasm as she feels His strength.
Sarah cries softly as her sister is carried from the room. She had watched her Master, in essence, be Master. He had taken each girl the way He wanted and yet, the girls were both satisfied. Yet she was forced to watch and not only witness what she never wanted to see, but she was denied attention from Him.
She kept her sobs silent, her body slumping forward as she gives in to the tears. She doesn't see Him enter, but He watches her silently from the doorway. Her reddened cheeks, her puffy eyes, the way her long hair clings to her cheeks. He feels His heart swell.
Yet He knows He has to close this issue. Stepping into His room, she looks up to Him suddenly. Her emerald eyes almost glowing. The pain more than apparent in them. He stops just before her. His finger tracing a single trail that went down her cheek. Then leaning forward and kissing the last of the tears away.
He turns from here and pulls out a box that lay hidden under His bed. The top of the box opening where she cannot peek into the contents. From the box He pulls out the 5-thong lash. She gasps seeing what was coming. She closed her eyes tightly as she heard the thump of the box lid shut. Taking a deep breath she tries to let it out slowly to keep her body from trembling.
She feels Him standing before her, so afraid to open her eyes she hangs there. She flinches feeling the leather tracing up her inner thigh. Her breath suddenly ragged at having Him so close. Her heart beating wildly in her chest she tries to stop the spinning of the world.
He draws the leather underneath her silks and presses it to her wet heat. She moans softly, her frustration on display before Him. She opens her eyes to plead with Him not to do that, but when she opens her eyes she sees the smirk on His lips. That's when she knew... she knew that no matter what He was Master and she was mere slave.
The lash still in His hand He reaches up and tears the silks from her body. The tearing ringing in her ears, the force pulling her slightly from the wall. She whimpers out in fear and excitement. Her eyes glance down seeing the now shredded silks on the floor; her eyes close again and does her best not to whimper.
"Watch!" He says sternly.
Reluctantly her eyes open again in time to see the first blow land across her bare thighs. She cries out in surprise as the sting in her leg enters her mind. Another lash lands across her other thigh, across her belly and across her chest. The lashes coming quick and repeatedly she pulls against the chains.
She lost count of how many lashes she took, her body more alive now then it had been in so long. A steady stream of tears coursing down her cheeks she barely notices that He had stopped.
He stood back and admired her trembling form. The red lashes standing out across her light flesh, the way her body trembled from her sobs and pain, the way she took her punishment. He had always admired her strength, and now it only made her more beautiful when she finally gave in to Him.
He begins to unchain her starting with her ankles. She looks to Him surprised He was releasing her. She whimpers out as His flesh presses against hers. The heat of His body mixed with the heat of the lashes she can't help but to lean and kiss His neck tenderly and whisper softly...
"Thank You Master."
"Your welcome. Lesson learned?" He asks.
"Yes Master."
"No more jealousy?"
"No more jealousy Master."

Acting out or Dom-sub relationship in public is something we were both interested in. I had suggested it because it had been a fantasy of mine for a while, thinking that you might have me wear a butt plug or perhaps nipple clamps under my clothes. You liked the suggestion very much.
You had me wear one of my butt-plugs to work several times in the past. You had mentioned your intention vaguely, and then suddenly decided to act on it. It must have been a couple months ago, you stopped me as I was leaving.
"I want you to bend over the table, slave, and spread your legs wide apart for me." I did as you instructed me and bent over, my chest and arms against the table. "Are you wet? Are you a wet slut?"
"Yes, Master."
You moved behind me and I could feel your erection pressing against my ass. Slowly, you slid my skirt up around my waist, exposing my ass, still glowing and red from the spanking you had given me the night before. You could just see a bit of my shaved cunt; you never permit me to wear knickers, except sometimes when you like me to wear your boxers.
I felt two fingers slide into my pussy, sliding through my juices. Moving your fingers slowly, you fingered me until I began to moan and was relaxed, and then I felt pressure against my butt hole. You thrust my biggest plug right into me and waited, holding your hand still. My body braced under the unexpected force stretching my anus, and then relented as I felt it jolt home. I relaxed again. You fucked me over the table, and then sent me off to the office.
You never tell me when you wish to do this, inserting one of various sized plugs between my round cheeks before I leave and only releasing me of it at your wish, when we were both home again in the evening. And how I love to be filled by you, feeling the plug inside me all day, reminding me of you and your control over me.
You always do like surprises, especially when you are surprising me. This day was to be another of your surprises, something you had thought of since I started wearing the plug under my skirt-suits.
We have been in the busy bar for perhaps an hour. We are to meet some friends of yours, but we are very early; this was your plan. After getting another round of drinks for us, I request to use the bathroom. Over the noise of the crowded bar you ask me, "Have you ever been in a men's bathroom, slave?" I shake my head, no. "Use the men's."
Obediently, I go and use the men's bathroom. Some of the occupants, lined along the urinals, look at me curiously, but none stop me or speak with me as I use an empty cubical, wash my hands and leave. I am more than sure that they have seen stranger things.
You smile as I sit back down beside you. "Good girl."
We finish our drinks and I offer to go to the bar again. You tell me not yet, and instruct me to follow you. Worming our way through the crowds, you lead me back towards the men's bathroom. You hold the door open and indicate for me to go in first.
Inside, only three men line the wall of urinals and the cubicles are empty. I stand for a moment, trying not to look at the men or make them nervous. As you begin to caress me and kiss me, the men drift out and leave us alone. You push me into a cubical and lock the door.
Grabbing my breasts, you mould them through my blouse and twist my nipples beneath your thumb and forefinger. With your right hand, you reach down and feel that my crotch is soaked with my fluids. "Gooood," you growl, throwing down the lid of the toilet with a clatter.
You unzip your trousers and pull them down to your ankles, your throbbing cock bobbing tantalisingly. Putting one hand on my head, you push me to my knees and run your fingers through my hair, and then push my mouth toward you.
You fuck your dick between my lips for a moment. We listen to the sounds of men coming and going, using the bathrooms and leaving without noticing us. I can feel your dick getting harder in my mouth, pushing faster as you hold my head still in your grasp.
Pushing me away roughly, you pull me to my feet by my hair and spin me to face the door. You take a scarf from your pocket and bind my hands tightly behind my back, and then take another and gag me. Turning from me, you sit on the toilet. "Sit on my cock, slave."
I position myself dutifully on your solid cock, although it is difficult because of my ties, and fuck you harder and harder as you moan and twist my nipples. We can hear the noises of other men using the bathroom, slamming the doors, and hear the music from in the bar grow loader and quieter again as the door swings open and closed.
My own cries are muffled through the gag, but as I begin to fuck you faster, nearing my own orgasm, the toilets seem to quieten. I moan against the scarf and you whisper, "Cum, my sweet." I feel sweat trickle down my back and my juices on my thighs as I begin to cum.
As we step out of the cubicle, a little red in the face, I see that three men are stood, staring at us. They watch us as you lead me out, telling me that I have pleased you and that having an audience was delightful.
We struggle to find a table for a few minutes, but finally get one in a quiet corner and sit down with our drinks. We talk for a while, chatting, while I am still catching my breath. Seeing the men looking at me in that lustful, jealous way- knowing that they wanted me- was exhilarating. And as ever, I do love to please my Master.

She lay bound to the bed, bent in the ways I found satisfying, useful. Her arms, wrists in soft cuffs, were stretched down the sides of her body, attached by rope tied to the foot of the bed. Ropes from the head of the bed were taut, the ends wrapped around her thighs, above the knees, her legs pulled back and apart, the gynecologist pose. Her breasts were lifted in coils of rope, a clothes pin held each nipple tight. I smiled at the sight. Every point of entry was open wide to me. She had the nervous look of anticipation, a gleam of fear in her eyes, a subtle, hungry smile on her lips. Kneeling by the curve of her ass, I noticed the glistening of her wet pussy.

"My little pet is so wet." I reached down and traced a finger tip around the damp lips. She inhaled sharply. Her ass was pink from the spanking I'd given minutes before. I raised my hand and brought it down sharply on her ass, my fingers landing close to her pussy. She whimpered, and I brought my hand up and down on her other cheek.

"What do you say, whore?" I brought my hand down the middle in a hard slap on her pussy. The high pitched gasping sound caused my cock to harden even more. "Thank you Master!" her breathing was heavy, her voice flustered. "Thank you..thank..you, master!"

"Good girl." I traced my finger around her tender sex a few times then got off the bed. I picked up a rubber glove and, standing to the side so she could see me, pulled it over my hand. "Tonight, I am going to stretch you, whore. I'm going to hear you make sounds you have never made before. Are you excited, my little pet? Nervous..scared?"

"Excited..nervous, Master. I am for your pleasure, sir. Please..please use me." Her eyes glistened and pleaded.

I smiled, slowly. "Such a perfect little whore. I should cum down your throat right now." I picked up a bottle of lube and poured some onto my gloved hand. "I'll save the nectar reward..for later.."

I got on the bed and kneeled in front of her ass. I reached down and rubbed the gel around her pussy and poked two fingers just inside, and slid them down and up and down. She began to moan. I pulled my hand away, and looked at her candle lit face, shining between her legs. "I love your begging eyes, slut." I picked up the lube and poured some directly on her, reached down and rubbed, from her clit, down the crack of her ass and across her asshole, and back up. I slid two fingers inside, and bent the tips up and rubbed the roof of her wet hole. She moaned sweetly. I slid the fingers out, added a third, and slowly pushed them all the way in, spreading and moving them about as I did. I pulled my fingers up, and then side to side, slowly stretching her. The low sounds of pleasure from her lips were sweet, but I was searching for harder sounds of ecstasy. I added my pinky finger and pushed all four fingers deep inside and held them there, through her sudden gasp. Holding them buried, I turned my hand clockwise and counter-clockwise, feeling her muscles gradually giving way and welcoming the intrusion. Her body was trembling under my touch.

After a few minutes, I pulled the fingers almost out, and moved my thumb into their damp embrace. Slowly..these things always have to go so slowly..I pushed all five digits into her, past the first knuckles, past the second knuckles, and held them still for a moment and listened to her breath, to her rising sounds of pleasure. I began to move my hand out slightly and then in slightly, with a subtle twisting of the wrist. With every inward push my hand went a little deeper. My slave began to get more vocal.

"It's going to be magical, whore. You are going feel your Master deep inside of you..you are going to feel the pleasure and the sweet pain of my affection like you have never felt. You are going to scream, my tender little slut." I gave an extra little push and the big knuckles of my hand touched her glistening, stretched lips. Her moans gave way to a squeal.

"Th..th..thank..oaaghh..thank you..aaiighh..thank you..Mas..Master!" I held my hand still for a minute, then backed out an inch, then slowly back in. She writhed against the restraints, and moaned and whimpered, as my knuckles disappeared inside of her.

"Almost there, my nasty little whore." I squeezed more lube onto my exposed hand and continued the slow in and out movement. I reached the point where all I had to do was push, and my hand would slide in the rest of the way. This had taken almost ten minutes.

"Would you like to feel my fist inside you, whore?"

"YES!" She let out, breathless, helpless. She had become like a puddle from my touch, and all she wanted was for the rain to keep falling, to keep filling her. I pushed my hand inside, pulling my fingers into a loose fist as I entered and filled her completely. She screamed. She didn't move much..any movement touched upon my fist inside and caused pain..a delicious pain she had never known before. She was gasping.

"Breathe whore. Slowly..in and out." She did as instructed. "That's a good girl." There was nothing in the world to equal this feeling of power. My hand was closed, and I held her, owned her completely, in this moment. And she was lost..gasping, her body convulsing, yet still. She let out a scream as an uncontrollable orgasm rocked her to her core. I felt her tense, wrapped around my fist, then relax slightly. Her face contorted in agonized bliss as I turned my hand slightly, feeling the walls of her flesh rub against my hand and knuckles. She screamed again as another orgasm shook her. She was sweating, panting, lost in a cloud, a trance of pure joy, pain, and submission. I looked down and marveled at the sight of my wrist wrapped by her lips. My cock was a rock, begging for release. I held my hand still, inside of her, for a few more minutes, watching her face and listening to her blissful pain.

I reached over and removed the clothes pins from her nipples. "We're almost there, whore..almost." I slapped her breasts, the movement caused my arm to pull slightly, my fist held me in place, pulling against her. She lost it again as her body shook in unison with another total body orgasm. I started to, slowly, pull my hand out. "OOOhhhhhaarrhhh!" Her sounds were coming without pause as her tortured pussy began again to open wide for me. "Patience, my pet. Such a beautiful gift you are." She was out of mind, in another place. "Breathe, whore! Deeply.."

After a couple of minutes, my hand was at the half way point. "Please, sir..ple..please..please Master.." She was blubbering. She was liquid. Now I could feel the pressure of her body pushing me out. I fought the pressure..to avoid a sudden exit, to avoid causing her to faint. I needed her awake. As my hand slowly emerged from her raw and sensitive pussy, her body began to shudder as she came again. She was in trance, full of orgasm and release.

I took off the glove and stood over her, my feet on either side of her arms stretched down her side. Her eyes were glossy from the orgasms and pain, her face was covered in sweat. I put a pillow under her head and kneeled down. Her mouth opened like a well trained slut.

"Please Master. Please Master..feed me..I'm so..thirsty." I slid the swollen head past her lips and buried my self in her mouth. I ignored the slight gagging, put my fingers in her hair, pulled them into a fist, and started fucking her mouth without pause. She gagged again and I held her mouth still on my cock. I reached back and gave her pussy a little slap. She let out a muffled, whimpered scream around my buried cock, and I felt her teeth bite slightly on my flesh. I pulled my cock out and slapped her across the face. She gasped, and I slapped her again.

"I'm sorry Master! I'm sorry." She whimpered beneath me.

"Open wide." She did, and I buried my cock deep in her mouth and started to fuck it. I hadn't cum for a couple of days and I knew the load would be big. I felt my balls start to swell and the electricity shot up my spine as I moaned, and pulled her mouth all the way onto my shaft, and started to cum down the back of her throat. I held her by the hair as my body convulsed and shook. She swallowed it all, and even when I let go, she held me in her mouth.

I was still hard as a rock. I reached over and picked up a condom and rolled it onto my shaft. Her eyes went wide. "Oh Master..I'm so sore.."

I put my hand softly on her cheek. "I know, my little pet. I know.."

I got between her open legs and slid my cock inside..

I think I let you off to easy last Christmas. Instead of just giving you a Christmas present, I think this Christmas it might be more fun to have you work a little bit first in order to get it. So I invented a little game that you must endure in order to get your present.

We begin the game with me slowly striping you naked in the bedroom. As I do this I begin to tell you how this little game will work and you begin to get a little excited. It’s called the Houdini game. I get to put various layers of clothing etc. on you, each of which are held in place with little padlocks. The idea of the game is the key to the next padlock is placed sequentially under each piece of clothing as the layers of clothes are put on. You have to work backwards to release yourself from the Houdini bounds to get to the last key placed on your person. This key alone opens the box with your Christmas present inside. It might go something like this….

When I get you completely naked, I ask you to put your hands on top of your head so we can begin the proceedings. You notice I have the very first piece of “clothing” to put on you; a modified chastity belt that has 3 self-contained vibrators fastened to its inner surface! The belt had one vibrator for your clit, one which slides into your sex and one that fits tightly between those cute little cheeks of your ass. The whole belt can be operated by remote control and has ten separate levels which can operate independently or in tandem. I apply it to you, locking the waistband and crotch strap in place. You see, my dear, since this is the first piece of clothing to go on, it will be the last to come off. The fun part of this game is that those 3 little vibrating stimulators will be doing their dirty work while you’re trying to get out of the rest of your outfit. The trick for you is to see if you can get out of the costume before you succumb to their ever increasing level of stimulation! You see there are 10 levels, and every 10 minutes, the vibrators increase one level. You have to get out of your Houdini gear before your orgasms overtake you!

I turn the vibrators on level 1 just enough to show you how they work and get you started. The vibrators begin to do their work, so while you are distracted, I tape the key to your present box and chastity belt to the inside of the waistband.

I then begin to attach a very sexy corset around your entire mid section. True tight-lacers know that you can't just squeeze in a corset all at once, but rather you must do it in easy stages. Thus, this phase takes about 20 minutes, as I reduce your waist from its normal 25" to 20" or so over the corset. With each tightening you feel the vibrator inside your sex imparting a more concentrated stimulation to you. You wonder how much of this you can take even at a low level!. I then fasten some stocking tops to the garters on the corset, which isn't strictly necessary since they are so tight that they'll stay up by themselves- but you begin to enjoy the added pressure. The corset itself is very heavily boned, and making you lean forward about 20 degrees at the waist with a most beautiful S-curve in your back .

I then apply a nice gag around your mouth (so you can’t keep asking what your present is!) which buckles in the back, and I fasten it in place with a padlock. The key to this padlock I tape into the palm of your right hand. I then put one calf glove on (these extend almost up to the shoulder, and fasten at the wrist very tightly with four buttons) which nicely secures the key into your hand. I then place a 3" locking wrist cuff on over the glove, which nicely covers the buttons, making it impossible to remove without first getting the cuff off. The key to this cuff I tape into the palm of your left hand, followed by the other glove and cuff. At this point you are beginning to show some signs of immense anticipation.

One wonderful thing about the gloves (that will come into play most frustratingly later) is that they make it very difficult indeed to handle the keys to these padlocks (none of the keys is over 1 inch long, and some are only half that). This combined with the fact that one of those vibrators is sweetly stroking your clit CONSTANTLY might make it a little difficult to concentrate on those keys!

The key to your left cuff I tape then to the inside of a leather collar, which is about 4" wide at the front and tapers down to 2 1/2" at the rear. I fasten this on your neck, which makes you hold your head up very straight. I fasten this in place with another padlock.

The collar key I then tape to the bottom of your right foot, right under the heel. I then put one of your stockings on, smoothing it up your leg as I go. On your foot, I place one of my favorite items…..a 6" heel pump with a 2" wide locking ankle strap. This I lock on, and tape the key to the bottom of your left foot, followed by the stocking and the other matching shoe.

The 6" heels are very high for you and you have to stand even further up on your toes to keep the keys from pressing into your heels. Needless to say, with the shoes locked on, you can't get to the keys under your heels. In addition to the forward lean that the heels induce, makes your balance somewhat precarious, and walking becomes somewhat difficult. You find this to be quite a turn-on, combined with all the pressures.

I then lock your wrist cuffs together behind you with a padlock. This key is threaded onto the hasp of another padlock, which is then used to lock an 8 inch or so loop of chain between your ankles. With this chain, you are limited to taking steps about four inches long. The key to the ankle chain is attached to the middle of a chain about 15 inches long with a nipple clamp at each end, which I then attach to your nipples. The lean induced by your corset and heels causes the key to hang well in front of you. You try to take the weight off your heels so that the keys stop pressing in, but the corset keeps you leaning forward so that the weight of the chain and key dangling from your nipple clips is borne entirely by your poor nipples. And wouldn’t you know it, this key was the heaviest of the bunch!

And to finish, I attach your wrist cuffs to your collar by looping a two foot chain and locking it with the last padlock. This pulls your wrists up to just below your shoulder blades- not high enough to cause much tension on the collar, but enough to keep you from reaching any of the keys, or stretching around to the nipple clamps in front. Also, in this position your fingers lose some of their dexterity, and the gloves certainly don't help much either.

At this point, you are approaching a high level of excitement from sheer sensory overload. Under the right circumstances, you could cum simply from the pressure of the corset, but having to balance in the heels and the vibrators working almost puts you right up to the edge. If I make you walk any distance at all, you might just overload and come too soon! So it's time to keep you very still and finish the job.

The last key is truly the key to the puzzle- without it, you have absolutely no way to get out of all these marvelous decorations, despite having all the other keys on your person. You also have to worry about not moving in such a way that sends you into orgasm overload. Somewhere along the way you run the risk of having an isolated orgasm to having a continuous string of them! You realize that you will never get out of the Houdini’s maze if you were constantly cuming uncontrollably. You have to maintain your cool while coaxing your bound fingers into manipulating the locks in sequence. You have to take tiny steps, that are all you can manage, over to wherever it is, unlock the lock holding your wrists up high, then get the nipple clamps off somehow so that she can get her ankles unlocked to get the key that holds your wrists behind you and so on….and so on.

At this point I tell you the last key is on the end table in the living room. You have to walk in little steps from the bed room to the living room without loosing it…and remember ..every 10 minutes the vibration level increases one level! Quite a challenge don’t you think!

Actually I think the real story would be writing down what happens as you try to get out of your outfit! Mmmmmmmmmm wonder how many orgasms that would take!

She knew she had done wrong, but most importantly she knew she'd be in trouble. Those boots had clearly been left out for cleaning, but she was so enthralled with her new present, a pair of beautifully high ballet boots, she just had to 'wear them in'. And so she sat upon the corner of the bed, decadent in her sleek shiny ballet boots, her legs crossed, encased in latex stockings and an impossibly tight hobble skirt, clinging to her ample bosom a zip halter neck top was fastened, and long latex gloves adorned her arms emphasising her sleek fingers, adding to this she wore a black latex gasmask which disguised her features. And yet the most impressive part to this, besides the black sheen achieved through tender care and attention as demanded by her master, she wore a latex catsuit and mask beneath her clothing, producing a second, perfectly fitting, skin, in every way smooth, shiny... perfect.

Encapsulated within her rubber cocoon she felt pangs of anxiety, 'He'll be here soon...' she thought to herself. Already aroused by the sensations provided from the rubber the anxiety seemed only to add to this...what would her devious master's punishment entail? Will he be merciful? Or will he want to see blood?

As time past she felt she had been sat there for hours, all the time dwelling on what her master might have in store, so much so she had lost track of time... was he late? She concentrated hard now, trying to hear if he had come in, the gas mask suddenly felt a lot more restrictive, as it limited her peripheral vision, but once again this only added to the sense of beautiful constriction and sensual depravity when suddenly a hand reached around, covering the masks mouthpiece, startled she had not taken in a breath of air. She struggled against the iron grip that now held her in such an awful predicament, the latex only heating up with such movement. Her head was held back, she could see the ceiling but nothing more, even then lights seem to play about her eyes, she stopped struggling, a feeling of sullen resignation creeping across her as she went faint...Yet a darker side of her new this was a game, a game of trust and personal will, she would not disappoint her master. With her resolved strengthened she fought against the inevitable, all the time growing more and more moist between her thighs...

The lights became more invasive, he'd never held her, pushed her, for quite such a long time, another flutter of anxiety quelled by her trust, the adrenaline heightening her senses, feeding her arousal...then the hand slid from the mask, she breathed the air deeply, smiling, as the hand slid soothingly across her neck leaving her body at the tip of her collar bone.

He stepped around in front of her, letting her take in the vision: Large black boots, shiny black PVC trousers, a clean white latex doctors tunic, the buttons climbing from the left side and up and across, fastening all the way up, the buttons perfectly polished, hands adorned with short black latex gloves, his dark hair held up into a ponytail, the sides shaved into a short undercut, his face predominantly obscured by a blue surgical mask, but most striking of all was the pair of piercing brown eyes that stared hypnotically out above the mask, she felt herself grow weak at the knees, another surge of ecstasy...

He bent down, one latex glove supporting her chin as he stared into her eyes, listening to her rapid breathing, 'I need not tell you what you've done, or should I say haven't done, do I?' Unable to reply she stared deeper into those eyes, 'I think I may need my...tools, for this evenings administration.' The emphasis on certain words, released with almost a sigh of breath that made her shiver, his 'tools' were his favourite disciplinary items, and some others he had recently added – this meant he was certainly not in a merciful mood.

Her breathing grew steadily more intense, he moved about the room as if he were now completely oblivious to her presence, selecting certain instruments from the wall, a long spanker with a pleasant furry side opposite a rather nasty flattened leather one, a rather wicked spreader bar, which he laid down near to her upon the bed, then he went to the locked cupboard, drew out a key, and shortly emerged with a blue surgical bag, ironically used by doctors for repairing wounds, with a neat bow at the top. This was also laid beside her, a snap of the fingers and it rolled flat revealing its contents. This certainly made her heart beat faster, though he moved some items to the side, dallied over others and moved on he very carefully examined and placed a group of items with the already chosen items. A delicate looking pinwheel was added, a speculum, and finally a silver butt plug was also added. Content, he closed the bag and put it to one side.

With a flick of the head she obediently stood up, he made her face the bed and delicately unzipped the hobble skirt, letting it slip down to the floor, before forcefully pushing her over onto her hands. Her arse now bare, besides from the latex catsuits coverage, pointed tantalizingly into the air, raised by the heels of the boots, till without warning a strike from the spanker rang out, the leather side landing with some force, stinging her buttocks and wrenching her head back with a whimper. 'I think the weight of the punishment deserves harsher treatment than normal, don't you agree?' she nodded and tensed herself for another colossal strike, 'Let me just see if this is having the desired effect...' he said as he unzipped the catsuits crotch, laying his hand upon her he declared 'your wet pussy betrays you my dear.' And with that another strike landing squarely across her buttocks, her whimpers slowly giving way to moans, this time however a dull 'thwack' greeted her as the soft side landed, lingered, and then another. As pleasant as it was this was a cruel game, as she no longer was sure which side or how strong she was going to be spanked, with her defences down she let out a loud moan, even though it was muffled by the mask, surprised even herself as she received a powerful spank from the leather side to her right buttock. 'That'll come up as a beautiful bruise no doubt' he teased her, before striking another of equal proportion to the other cheek. As her head threw back, and she bit her lip to quell her moans each time she desperately wanted him to fuck her now, she was so horny, and each strike only drove her more and more wild...

Laying down the spanker he gripped her thighs, as if he were about to ease himself into her welcoming wet pussy, instead he deftly spun her over, so she was lying on her back, her legs held up at his sides, beneath that mask she could have sworn a cruel smile was forming, but before she could protest the long spreader bar was fastened to her ankles. She now felt vulnerable, the zip open at her crotch, unable to close her legs, but now she realised this was certainly not the least of his 'invasiveness'. Lying there helpless he straddled her face, being careful to close off the mask, for added humiliation, with his own now bulging crotch, she was forced into holding her breath as he fastened her hands tightly above her head locking them into position. He continued his assault by raising her legs so somewhat reddened bottom now faced him, easy prey to the silver plug, which he now, gently, inserted. She couldn't fight the fact that this was arousing her further still, and yet she knew there were still unknown realms he wished to explore, and she was his guinea pig, his loving slave, her body was his, and this he exploited to the fullest.

With her legs displaced she fell victim to his final, and perhaps greatest indignity, as he carefully inserted the speculum, opening her nice and wide for him, for his kisses... Oh his kisses.... His tongue... How she wanted to wrap her thighs about his head, or press down with her hands, push him deeper... so close now, throbbing violently, such pent up energy...and then he stopped. He left her with her clitoris fully revealed throbbing...and then she realised...there is no mercy...

She felt the feint pricking at her navel as he introduced the pin wheel, she gasped, but was also curious, arousal drowning out reason, she realized she wanted to feel the wheel across her, the pain simply dissolving into pure pleasure. She was not left disappointed, gently at first, he scrolled the wheel down further, across her pussy...she strained against the bonds, the pleasure and the pain mingling together indiscriminately, with each pass of the wheel, came a long slender stroke of his tongue...this cruel waltz continued for several minutes, she wanted to cry out, this was so intense, she felt faint again and only then realized she wasn't actually breathing, she had become too involved with the mixed sensations...

Eventually the dance ended, he left her panting, keeping her on the verge of an orgasm, and as she writhed before him, he entered her, his hard cock sliding in without difficulty, as he fucked her, hard and without remorse she also screamed out, as the orgasm finally burst out of her, ripping through her body, her back arching, pushing him deeper into her, she could no longer control herself, with each thrust she let out a groan, she called out to feel him cum inside her, to fuck her harder still, till he felt him throbbing inside her, 'Come for me baby...'she mouthed breathlessly, before blessed relief came as the white cum was finally released into her, filling her, both collapsing breathlessly into one another...

'Now, I hope you've learnt what happens when you disobey your master...'

A limo stopped outside my work and the driver came in carrying a box and asked for me. He was brought back to my office and I was told it was time to leave. Not knowing what is going on, my heart started to pound in my chest with anticipation, I have never been in a limo before and just the thought of that thrilled me to no end. I couldn't even imagine who would send for me in such a manner.

My coworkers and I go outside to see a long, black stretch limo and he opens the door for me and I get in. Inside it's awesome, lights everywhere, sexy and saucy music playing, bubbling champagne in a glass waiting for me.He gets in and tells me to open the box. It's a beautiful box and big, I am like a child opening a Christmas present. Under the tissue paper is a black leather teddy with fishnet hose and a garter belt and a pair of stiletto heels. I am flattered that someone has picked these sexy items out for me to wear.



There is also a blindfold that I am to put on so I don't see where we are going. The note inside tells me to undress in the limo put the outfit on and look in the bag on the seat opposite me. I jump across to the seat and open the bag, there is a makeup bag filled with all the essentials to freshen up, makeup, mouthwash and my favorite perfume. There is also a long black coat that I am to put on once I have changed into my sexy attire. The driver tells me that I can take my time as it will be a while before we reach our destination.

I sit back, enjoy the surroundings of the limo and start my transformation; I get completely naked and sit back and drink champagne, and relax. I freshen up and put the stockings on first, one at a time, and then the garter belt and the teddy and sit back once again just taking it all in. My heart is pounding so fast, I can hardly stand it and wearing the sexy outfit I become totally aroused by all of it.

Not really knowing and not caring at that point if the driver can see me, I begin to fondle myself feeling the leather with my fingers and working my way down to my spot. I lick my fingers to get them good and moist and get to work on myself, teasing myself but making sure I don't cum yet, I fondle my breasts through the leather teddy and return down to the nether region again just keep teasing until finally decide I have had enough and let myself get to that point and the waves of pleasure start from deep inside of me and I have one of the best orgasms imaginable. I drink some more champagne and the driver tells me we are almost there. I sit up and get myself together again and pack up all my stuff in the bag provided. I put my blindfold on and again my heart is pounding with excitement, arousal and anticipation wondering what will happen next.

We pull up to a private house and I am ushered into the house, I am told to leave my blindfold on and led into what seems to be a huge room with a giant bed, a massive hot tub (I can hear the water bubbling) and music playing in the background. I am told to take my coat off and lay back on the bed. I do so with such anticipation. I feel the presence of someone watching me but not speaking to me, I feel their eyes on me, I call out and ask who is there but he does not respond. The champagne and the excitement have me floating and make me feel bold, I mutter to myself, ok you want a show, and let's give you a show.

I repeat my scenario from in the limo but in quick time and just as I am about to orgasm I feel the weight of a man on me. He slowly starts kissing me and licking me, my neck, nibbling on my ears and breathing heavily into my ears. I try to remove my blindfold and my arms are suddenly pulled down to my sides, it doesn't startle me but turns me on even more. The kisses resume and then he moves slowly down the front of my body with his mouth, sucking on each breast making sure to give both equal attention and then returning to my mouth. The lips are soft and warm and his tongue probes my mouth and my own lips and tongue can not refuse the dance. I try to move my arms to feel this man over me and realize I have been restrained now. I give in and don't fight it.

I feel the man raise up off of me and feel a feather slightly brush over my body, my body quivers and shakes, I have goose bumps all over and only want to feel the weight of him again on me. He continues with the feather and his tongue and I can't help but to moan out loud, my breathing is fast and deep all at the same time. My arms restrained but it doesn't keep me from raising up against him, I can finally feel him against me, he is warm and soft and smells so divine.

I can feel his manhood against the inside of my thigh and it excites me even more, I start to ache from within wanting him to take me. He continues to tease me from the top of my body to the bottom of my toes with his feather and his tongue, never saying a word, just moving enough to tease me and let me feel him just ever so slightly. my body wants to arch up to him and then he is not there, I am shocked, if only I could see, then I realize where he has gone, he has moved off the bed and is kneeling with his head between my legs. I want to lock them around his head just knowing he is going to devour me but he holds my legs apart with his strong hands and I am almost unable to move at all, this is his goal.

He begins to kiss the insides of my thighs running his tongue up and down the crevice on each side of my aching, throbbing and wet pussy. He slowly makes his way to it, and when I feel his tongue on it, I scream out with passion, my eyes even though he can not see them are rolling in my head and I feel as if I am about to explode. He uses his tongue expertly, flickering, licking from side to side, going in and out and then all of a sudden I can't stand it any longer, I yell out to him "now, do it, please" and I finally hear his voice and he says to me, "no, it is not time". I am so aroused, my pussy is so wet and throbbing I can't imagine not being able to feel him inside me any longer.

He grabs the heels of my stilettos, one in each hand, starts to kiss my legs through the stockings and all of a sudden rips the garter belt off of me. I don't feel anything but desire for him, my body is trembling at this point, there is no need to remove the teddy, it has a hole with a purpose. He gets up on all fours and moves up towards me, kissing his way down teasing me and then is completely over me, I struggle with my hands to try and get free so I can feel him, let my hands roam over his muscular and strong body. His scent is so empowering its as if it has cast a spell on me, I breathe it in deep, as he begins to kiss me again.

Finally in a quick motion he undoes the restraint and allows my hands to finally be free, they are all over him, feeling his skin, his muscles on his arms, his back, his chest, they don't stop. I am kissing him so deep that I can hardly breathe but I want more. My hands roam down the front of his chest, he knows what I want but doesn't allow it just yet.

He moves up with his body closer to my face and straddles my chest with his manhood just in front of my mouth, I start to lick and suck it slowly going up and down, tickling the head of with my tongue, then going all the way down on him, and then suck on each ball gently and back to his hard cock.

He tastes so good in my mouth, I want him to cum and feel him get ready to as I stroke him with my mouth up and down taking all of it into my mouth. He moves his body back down and I again arch up to him and he pushes me down, he is kneeling now between my legs and takes his cock and rubs my pussy with it.

I beg him to not stop to keep going, I want to cum so bad and he again he is working his cock on my pussy. He uses his hands fondling each breast, rubbing his hands all over my body. He leans forward and kisses me deep again and he can feel I am close, he leans back and again teases me rubbing my pussy with his cock and just when I am about to explode he sinks into me.

I gasp out, I can hardly breathe and together we erupt and the waves just keep coming and coming and his mouth is planted on mine and he too is gasping for breath and as our bodies shudder together. All of a sudden he pulls off the blindfold so I can finally see him. All I see are his eyes, they are full of light from the flickering candles. They are dancing in his head in ecstasy and he calls out my name and then we both collapse into each other's arms and drift off to sleep...

I was in the middle of writing a new story. For some reason, the story line kept getting lost in my thoughts. The jangling of the phone distracted me even further. "Sam. Hey Sam. How's it hanging you dog?" The voice on the other end was one of my oldest friends John. I was going to spend a part of the next week at his home. "John, hey thanks again for letting me stay at your place during the training session." I was slated to attend a training session for my job. It was taking place in a hotel about 159 miles from my home but only 20 miles from John's. I had approached him and Joyce about staying at their place as opposed to the hotel. John began laughing.

"Well my offer comes with a price. I have been having a problem with one of my heating lines. I need you to dismantle the feed line, blow it out and reconnect it." Leave it up to John to get free service any time he did a favor for someone. I laughed along with him.

"John you cheap bastard. If I charged you the price a plumber would, I'd be rich by now. OK! You got me. I'll do it but just for the price of a clean room and cooked meals." We talked back and forth about little mundane things for awhile. Then John's voice got quiet. "Sam we've been friends for over 20 years now." Something in his voice put me on alert. There was something wrong and my old buddy was about to drop a bomb on me. "John what's the matter. Are you and Joyce going through some problems? If so, I can just as easily stay at the hotel. My company's picking up the tab anyway."

John remained quiet for awhile longer. Whatever it was that was troubling him was serious. John normally was a very happy go lucky guy who never shut up. "Sam I have to ask you for a big favor." His voice was stone cold serious now. I tried to lighten his mood.

"Ah shit. You want me to paint the house too. Damn John, you always get me to do your work when you're away on business." He didn't laugh at my joke. "Sam, you know that I trust you with my life. Hell, growing up we trusted each other with our lives ten times over. You're closer to me than my own brothers and sisters." I didn't like the way this conversation was going. John said hold on and I heard him talking to a female voice. I recognized the voice. It was John's secretary.

"Sorry about that", he said continuing our conversation. "John you horny bastard. You took your secretary with you." John's secretary was a gorgeous fox. My dick got hard just thinking about fucking her. I knew that John had been sticking her for a long time off and on. I heard the door slam and John laughed at my words. "Sam this is business. Getting back to what we were talking about. I have been running like the devil on this project. I'm home for a week away for two. Back and forth, in and out, all the time. I have been really neglecting Joyce and it's starting to show. You're going to spend some time with her next week." I jumped in thinking that I knew what he was going to ask me.

"Hey John. I'll take her out to dinner, maybe a show. I'll talk to her and see how she feels. Don't worry about her. Joyce knows how important your job is right now." John jumped in and cut me off. "No Sam. Look. Joyce has been neglected lately. I know her and she gets antsy when she's feeling neglected. Sam, Joyce has always had the hots for you. I'm asking you more than I have a right to. If the occasion arises, I want you to fuck her." I almost dropped the phone. I held it away from my face and stared at it like it was a two-headed snake.

"Ah John old buddy. I know that I sometimes drink too much but I haven't had a drink all day. I didn't just hear you tell me that you wanted me to fuck your wife." John began to talk fast. John's talking fast was a sure sign that he was trying to convince me of something. "Sam you're my best friend! If my wife was going to get fucked by someone, I'd rather it be you than anyone else. Besides, I know that you've had a thing for her all along. I see the way you watch her when you think now one's looking."

John was right. I did watch Joyce. She was a tiny thing. She stood no taller than 4'10". She was cute without being beautiful. Her mouth was too wide, her eyes too big. If you didn't see the age in her face, you would swear you were looking at a young girl. She had small tits, short legs and a tiny ass. Oh yes, I watched her, but she was my best friend's wife. "Look John. That's asking a lot. I mean we have been friends forever and I won't take the chance on losing that. Besides what makes you think she would be interested in me anyway." John chuckled.

"Believe me Sam. If given the opportunity, Joyce would fuck your brains out. We've talked about it before. Your being such a close friend is the only thing that has stopped her from making a move on you. Look it may never happen. But if it does and the situation comes about. I want you to fuck her with a clear conscience." I didn't know what to say. We talked some more and than I hung up the phone. This would make matters sticky. I would try to be a friend but I knew the thought of fucking Joyce would intrude on my thoughts all the time I was at their home.

Friday, 1:30pm and the day was a bitch. Everything that could go wrong during the day did. The phone never stopped ringing. This time when it rang I wasn't polite when I answered. "Who is it?" The laughter was John's. "Whoa Sam, rough day?" I was in a foul mood. "Fuck you John. This day had been the fuckin pits. What's up?" I could hear soft moaning in the background. "Getting some dick-tation done John?" He laughed. "No! More like Hershey hunting. Sam, remember our conversation earlier in the week?" So! John had had time to think about it, and didn't like the idea I might put a dick in his private stock. "Yea, I remember." I heard him grunt and a louder cry from her. "I'm counting on you Sam. If you take care of this for me, I'll owe you big time.

I might even give you that present you have always wanted." John and I had joked about double teaming his secretary one night. We had done a few things like that to women before. I knew he was game and that she would go along with it. For some reason, his bribe pissed me off. "If I do it and I'm not saying I will, it won't be just to get a chance at fucking your damn typing cunt. I love the both of you like family. If Joyce is that much in need, I'll do what I have to, to fix it." With that I slammed down the phone. A few minutes later the phone rang again. This time when I answered it, it was Joyce. "Hello Sam. I've been trying to call John but he must be in a meeting.

They keep forwarding my calls to Ms. Tits." That was the name Joyce had given John's secretary. She did have on fantastic pair of knockers. "Sam, rather than come up tomorrow, come up tonight and take me to a criminally expensive restaurant for dinner. That way you can start on the plumbing first thing in the morning. I'll even help." I laughed at that. Joyce knew as much about fixing things as it took to pick up the phone. "What are you a Master Plumber all of a sudden?" she paused. "My, my aren't we testy today. No I'm not a Master Plumber. Though I have laid a lot of pipe in my time." I laughed long and hard at that. "I'll bet. OK be there by 8 pm. Be ready you know I'm impatient." The rest of the day went along as expected. 8 o'clock and my car pulls into the driveway of John and Joyce's. I hit the horn and the door opens. Joyce steps out and the dress she is wearing fits her to the point that it can stop traffic. I whistle as I get out the car and open her door.

"Damn Joyce, you're gonna have all your neighbors thinking I fucking you wearing things like that." She smiled. "Thank you very much. And if they do, it's cause most of them wish they were." She told me the restaurant she wanted to go to. She wasn't kidding when she said it was criminally expensive. All during dinner, the male patrons would glance over at our table. A few of them she knew. They were all executives for various financial firms. "I love this place. The food is delicious, the settings expensive and the service is next to none. The only thing they don't do is wipe you in the john."

She was right, the food was delicious. The steak I ordered, didn't wait for you to cut it, it cut itself. The veggies were fresh and cook to perfection. And the drinks were top shelf and made by a bartender that had a heavy hand. All in all, it was one of the best meals I had ever eaten. We sat taking our time over this superb meal. Two drinks during the meal, and I was glad the food was of such big portions. After dinner, we were escorted to the smoking room.

To my surprise, Joyce took a cigar and lit it. We were served brandy with the cigars and I thoroughly enjoyed both. Watching the looks on the other men's faces as Joyce smoked her cigar with authority had me choking at times. She was having a ball. "John calls this place the Palace of Decadence. Where the rich come to show off their shit. I just love it for the food and service."

After dinner we took a leisurely drive back home. The ride home was over an hour so we had a lot of silence thrown in. Halfway home, she turned to me. "Do you still write dirty stories?" I looked at her and smiled. "When those stories put $50,000 in your bank account, they're called "Erotic Literature". And yes I still write them." We returned to the house and I declined another drink. I went to the guestroom, removed my clothes and took a shower. I could hear the other shower running in the master bedroom. I finished my shower and changed into my favorite pair of pajamas. John always laughed at me. I still wore the full set, top and bottom pieces. I was sitting down in the den when Joyce called me to her room.

I knocked on the door and said, "you decent"? Joyce laughed. "I'm never decent, but you can come in anyway." When I entered she was wearing a long robe. "Sam, would you be a dear and rub lotion on my back. Since John isn't here to do it, I've gotten so dry it hurts. That's one spot where you need an other set of hands to reach." Without waiting for an answer, she lay on the bed on her stomach and eased her robe off her shoulders. As I said before, Joyce is such a tiny thing, that lying there as she was, she reminded me of a little girl. I took the cream and began to spread it over her back. I must have been rubbing too soft. She turned her head and looked at me. "I won't break, rub harder so it works into my skin." I rubbed harder and was rewarded with a satisfying moan. "Mmmmmm! That feels so good Sam. Do my whole body."

I let my fingers work the cream into her back and shoulders. Then I slid the robe down some more and did the small of he back. I saw when Joyce slid her hand underneath her stomach. I pulled the robe off completely. Her tiny ass so smooth and round, stuck up in the air. I put cream on my hands and began to rub it. I let my hands squeeze and knead her flesh as my thumbs continually worked her cheeks apart. Each time her cheeks parted, I glimpsed her puckered asshole. I noticed that her ass had started moving back and forth. Parting her thighs a bit, I caught the movement of her fingers between her legs. Joyce's pussy was shaved smooth. I saw her fingers stroking between the puffy lips. She was fingering her pussy as I massaged her. SMACK! My hand landed on her soft cheek. "SAM!" She cried out. "That hurts."

"Then don't be finger fucking your pussy while I give you a massage." She turned and looked over her shoulder. "If you didn't make me feel hot, I wouldn't play with myself." I pulled my hands back and stood up. "OK. You finger your cunt, I'll go to bed."

"No Sam! I'll behave! I promise. Don't leave! You were making me feel so good." I sat back down. Joyce pulled her hand out from under her. Her finger was wet from her cunt. She knew I was watching as she stuck it in her mouth and sucked it clean. She was trying to goad me and it was working. This time I spread her legs wide. I put more cream on my hands and rubbed her ass again. This time I let my thumbs rub her pussy each time I squeezed her ass. She was soon moaning and raising her ass in the air. I let my thumbs slide into her and she raised her ass and pushed back. I teased her like this for a few minutes. "Turn over, you're done on this side." Joyce turned onto her back. Her hard tits showed that she was already excited. She spread her thighs wide and lifted her knees in anticipation of me just pushing my fingers up her cunt. But is she wanted it, she would have to wait till I was ready. I put more cream on my hands and started at her shoulders. I worked it in all around her chest.

Since she had small tits, there was space between them. I rubbed the cream in all around he tits but didn't touch them. Joyce's eyes locked on mine. "You missed a spot." I smiled at her. "In fact I missed two." I creamed my hands again and began to work on her left tit. I rubbed it in well then worked on her right tit. Then taking both tits in hand, I began to squeeze and massage them both. I let my fingers close around her nipples and pinched and pulled them. I kept this up until she closed her legs hard. She squeezed them together and worked the muscles. Her tongue licked her lips and then I saw her eyes close and she moaned. She had cum from my playing with her tits. I rubbed the cream onto her stomach next. I worked from her stomach down to her triangle.

Her clean shaved pussy called to my hands but I ignored it. I went past her cunt down to her legs. I did one then the other. I then took her left foot into my hand. I massaged the cream in slow and careful. She stared at me as I lifted her foot up to my mouth. If saying that Joyce was a tiny woman is any description, her feet were almost doll size. But they looked sexy as hell. As my lips closed over the pinky toe, she moaned. I sucked each toe in turn ending at her big toe. I took her other foot and gave it the same treatment. By the time I took her big toe out my mouth, she was breathing hard. I let my hands go to her inner thigh and began to massage it. I worked my hands higher till my thumbs were working into her cunt. She was tight. Tighter than any woman I had ever had. Her pussy grabbed onto my probing thumb and held it.

"My pussy is real tight, Sam. So tight that it hurts to fuck me. That's what John always tells me." From the way it felt around my thumb, she was right. Still, as hot as I was at the moment, she could have told me that her pussy would bite off the tip of my dick and I would have fucked her any way. Just then the phone rang. Joyce reached over and hit the button for speaker. "Hello?"

"Hi Hon, it's me. Just wanting to check in and say I miss you." Not enough to be here."

"What are you doing?"

"If I said that Sam was here and he was tearing my pussy up, would that make you leave and come home to save me?" John laughed. "Honey, if Sam was tearing your pussy up, you would kill me if I stopped him before he finished. For real, what have the two of you been up to?" She relayed the dinner and said that we were just sitting down talking about why I write dirty stories. John commented on the Palace of Decadence and asked if I was trying to impress her out of her clothes. They talked regular small talk then John asked to be taken off speaker. He said something to her and she passed the phone to me. "Hey John, how's it hanging."

I had no sooner started talking to John, than Joyce bent down and fished my dick out from my pants. She popped it into her mouth and began to lick it. I had a devil of a time keeping my voice level. "Don't worry, I'll give you the bill when you get home. No! I told you if I saw that something needed fixing, I would take care of it. No! That's not necessary. OK, let me speak to her." Joyce took my dick all the way down her throat. I let my hand drop to her head and began to work it up and down on my shaft. "Hi Margaret. No I find you very attractive. OK! I promise to take you out the next time we see each other. No I won't promise that. See you later. No John I'll do whatever is necessary. OK bye." I hung up the phone and grabbed Joyce's head. Holding her tight, I fucked her mouth hard and fast. "You bitch! You wanted them to know we were fucking."

Joyce lifted her head up from my dick. "If I know my John, Margaret was on her knees and he was fucking the shit out of her." I knew that he might have been doing just that but I wasn't going to say that to Joyce. "That's not being fair to John", I said. Joyce looked at me. "Bullshit! If he doesn't fuck her something's seriously wrong with the boy. Hell! I fucked her myself." I looked at Joyce like she had just dropped a ton of bricks on me. "Are you surprised? Right after he hired that slut, I took her out for drinks. I read her the riot act and told her that it was all right to fuck John. But I warned her if she tried to take what was mine, I'd cut her throat and leave her for dead. She said she wasn't that type of woman. I told her if I was her boss, I would fuck her even though I was a woman.

One thing led to another and we ended up doing to her place. You really should fuck her she's great in the sac." I looked at Joyce with different eyes. Margaret was a fine piece of ass. The thought of seeing Joyce, little as she is, fucking that amazon caused my dick to twitch. I pulled her back up onto the bed and laid her on her back. Pushing her legs open, I stared at her hairless cunt. Her pussy lips were swollen with excitement. I bent my head to them and inhaled her scent. There is something about the smell of an excited cunt. It has an intoxicating quality. Joyce was propped up on two pillows, allowing her to look down between her legs and watch. I looked up at her face and she was a picture of pure lust. I licked her outer lips, first one then the other.

She sucked in air. I continued to lick and suck all around her slit. She was soon wiggling her little ass all over the bed. "Don't tease me Sam, stick that tongue in my pussy damnit." I ignored her and continued to lick her fat pussy lips. I took my finger and slowly pushed it between her tight lips. "Ahhh Sam!" Jeez, she was tight as scared virgin pussy. I worked my finger in and out slowly. Even her abundant pussy juice didn't help ease my entry. She was right on one thing. Fucking her would hurt if she didn't loosen up some.

I bent my head lower and licked between her slit. I was in no rush. As slow as I could I licked her slit. Up and down, just enough to push her lips apart. She was humping her pussy up at me. I licked to the top and my tongue searched out her clit. She had a tiny button but each time my tongue touched it, she raised herself up high. I licked around it trying to coax it to grow. I pursed my lips and sucked it into my mouth. Joyce cried out and came hard. "Oh Sam! Oh Sam! Yes Sam! Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh Sam! "She wasn't loud, she didn't curse. Just jerked her ass at each exclamation.

I figured she would have loosened up some, so I climbed upon top. My hands hooked her legs and raised them high. I put the head of my dick at her opening and pushed. The tip of my dick slid along her slit and pushed pas her cunt. I backed down a bit and tried again. I slid pass again. Joyce reached down and pulled her lips open. She held my dick as I eased in. pushing my dick in was a real challenge. Her face contorted as I pushed hard. As the head pushed pass her lips, her eyes grew wide with the sudden pain of entry. "You have to go real slow Sam. I'll loosen up some but not much. It's going to hurt if you try to fuck me hard and fast. From the way she felt, I didn't think I would get more than my head in. No wonder John tore Margaret's pussy up at every opportunity. Fucking Joyce was work. I began to slowly fuck my head back and forth. She did get a bit looser but not much. I let her legs fall by my side. Grabbing her I rolled over bringing her with me.
 Being on top gave her control of how far she took it in and how fast. She got up on her knees and balanced on her outstretched arms. Slowly she worked her ass up and down. She was looking down into my face. Joyce was so small; I couldn't have taken her tits in my mouth without pulling her off my dick. She had a look of total concentration on he face as she worked it in deeper. Inch by slow inch she worked it. When she had it in just where she felt comfortable, she looked at me. Now she was ready to fuck. She slowly raised her ass and lowered it. She didn't get any more dick in her; her movement just worked the skin up and down. "I know it's not as much pleasure as you thought it would be Sam.

But let me get mine this way. John told me how much you love to fuck a woman up the ass. Have you thought about working your fat dick up my tiny ass Sam? I want you to. I'll cry, and scream and beg you to stop but don't. I can take it up my ass better than this." She was working herself closer and closer to cumming. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard. "When you shove it up my ass make it hurt. Ram it in me and make me scream. Fuck it as hard as you can. The more I beg and cry, the harder I need you to fuck it." She was about to go over the edge. "Talk dirty tome. Slap my ass hard; rape me in the ass. Oh Sam! Oh Sam! You don't know how long I've wanted you to fuck me. John knows. He makes me say it when he's tearing my asshole up. I make him tell me how he uses that slut Margaret. Oh Sam now. Oh Sam! Yes Sam! Oh Sam I'm cumming! I'm cumming! "

Joyce squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to push down even further on my dick but her pussy had closed even tighter. I felt my dick start to bend. Suddenly she began to shake. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she just sat upright. Her whole body shook as she came. I could just lay there not moving. She held my dick so hard, that the pain stopped all sexual feeling for me. I let her cum on her own. She took a deep breath and rolled off me. My dick was like a stopper, and as she rolled off, a flood of her cum splashed on my leg. She lay against me catching her breath. Then she turned around and began to lick all her cum from my leg.

Joyce was cuddled up against my chest. Her lips were nibbling on my nipple. "I know it wasn't what you expected Sam. Fucking my pussy is kind of a let down if you've been fantasizing about it. That's why I let John fuck Margaret. If I give my permission, he'll come home when he's done." My poor dick just lay there against my leg. It hurt enough not to want to get hard again for awhile. She was right about one thing, fucking her was a big letdown.

I had anticipated having this delicious fuck. Instead I almost had the skin scrapped off my dick in the tightest cunt I've ever encountered. Joyce kept up her chatter as she kept kissing and licking my chest. Her head worked lower. She was going to suck my dick. The way I felt, I didn't want her to touch it. When her head slid down, I grabbed her. "Not Yet", was all I said. She looked at me. There was pain in her eyes. "Trust me Sam, I've done this before. " This time, she gave me some of the most tender, sweetest cocksucking I've ever had. Her lips were as soft as a breeze, her tongue soothing. She had me hard real fast. My hands dropped down to her head. I would have been content to fuck her mouth till I came but she had other ideas. She lifted her head from my dick and smiled at me.

"Remember what I said about how to fuck my ass? I mean it Sam. I get nothing from it if you're gentle. The rougher, the harder, the nastier you are, the more I love it. I've read some of your stories. If there's one thing you love, it's to ass fuck a woman. The more she struggles and begs you to stop, the more pleasure you get form fucking her even harder. My ass should put you in paradise then." With that, she got up on her knees. She grabbed the pillows and laid her head on them. This put her tiny ass in just the right position. She looked utterly sluttish in this position.

Since she was offering her ass to me on a silver platter. Who was I to refuse her? I would give it to her just like she wanted it. I got up off the bed and stood along the side. I pulled her over to the edge. Bent over like she was, her ass cheeks spread apart revealing her puckered hole. I just hoped she was not as tight there as she was in her cunt. I took some Vaseline and rubbed it on the head of my dick. Then I rubbed some around her hole. I slid my finger in and it went in nice and easy. Joyce moaned as my finger sunk in to the hilt. She wanted it rough and nasty, well that was right up my alley. I pulled my finger out and slapped her hard across the ass. "All right you adulterous bitch. You want to be ass fucked? That's what I'll give you. All the pain your tight pussy gave me I'm gonna give to you in your ass." Joyce pushed her ass back even further. "Sam please don't hurt me. If you try to fuck my ass, I'll scream."

I placed the head of my dick at her asshole. I pulled her back till it pushed in ever so slightly. Then grabbing her around the waist, I pulled her back as I rammed forward with all my might. Her scream into the pillow was bloodcurdling. I pulled back and rammed again. She lifted up her head. "Oh god Sam no. Not like this." I pulled back and lunged again. She told me no matter how much she begged and cried not to stop. I shifted my weight and pushed in from another angle. Joyce was crying and pleading with me to stop. "Sam I didn't realize you were so big. I don't want it any more."

I slapped her ass hard. "Shut up you slut. I couldn't fuck your tight cunt, but your shitty ass feels just fine." I rammed her again. I was holding onto her waist as she tried to twist and turn away. "Sam you're tearing me open. Please stop, I beg you." I pulled out only to turn her over. I pushed her legs as far back as I could. I held her there as I grabbed my dick and pushed it up her ass again. Now I could watch her as I fucked her. Her face was contorted in pain. Tears rolled down her cheek. "Get used to it. I'm gonna fuck you like this every night I'm here." Joyce was shaking her head back and forth. "No Sam please no more. Sam it hurts so bad." I smiled down at her.

This was more than I could have ever hoped for. Gone was the memory of how her cunt had hurt my dick. She was mouthing the words "please" as I continued to ram my dick up her ass. "So you wanted me to fuck you all along? Well my tiny little bitch, you'll pay all week for not telling me. You and John laugh about me tearing up your pussy huh? Well from the time you walk in this house while I'm here, you will be ready for me. However I want you." I pulled out till just the head was in her; I pulled her to the edge of the bed and rammed it in. She screamed loud and long. "Do you hear me you cunt?"

"Yes! Oh Yes! Just stop. For god's sake stop." I couldn't hold back any longer. I began to fuck her as fast as I could. She kept up a stead wail as I pumped. Suddenly with a cry, I felt my cum boil up from my balls. It rocketed out my dick, right up her ass. At the feel of it, Joyce began to cum too. "Oh Sam! Yes Sam! Give it too me Sam! This is what I needed. Oh Sam! Oh! Oh! Oh!" I collapsed on top of her. She moaned as my shriveled dick pulled from her tight ass. I lay on top of her trying to catch my breath. Then I rolled off her and just lay on my back. Joyce groaned in pain as she rolled onto her side.

"Oh Sam", she said through her tears. "If John fucked me like that I would be real good. You listened to me and didn't stop no matter how much I begged. He always stops before it gets really good for me. He says he can't stand to hear me crying and begging the way I do. But that's the only way I can get off. Thank you! Oh thank you Sam." I was trying to breathe. I must have sounded like a beached whale as the breath was sucked into my lungs.

No way could I give her this kind of fucking all week long. I'd be dead by Friday. We were both drenched in sweat from our workout. Joyce got up off the bed. There was pain in her every movement. "Let's take a shower. I need to feel the hot water running over my ass." I struggled to getup. We entered the shower stall and Joyce turned on the water. Why do women need the water so damn hot? I jumped out cursing her for trying to scald the flesh off me. I stood there as she let the water soothe her. Then she turned it down and I got back in. Joyce grabbed a washcloth and began to wash me. "If you fuck me like that all week, I may not let you leave." I laughed, "if I try to fuck you like that all week, I may not live." She washed me up and then I washed her. We lay back in bed smoking a cigarette and drinking some wine. Joyce turned to look at me. "Sam", she said sweetly. "Ever thought about a threesome with John and I?"

"No! Up until tonight, fucking you was just a fantasy. John's my closest friend. I would have never tried to fuck you before." She looked up at me. "John talked about getting you to join him and Margaret in a threesome. Before the two of you fuck that bitch, you had better take care of me. John is used to my tight pussy and no one has ever fucked my ass the way you did." She stopped talking and her hand went down to my dick. "Are you really going to use me all week. I'm sure you will think up some awful things that you will force me to do. You might even rip my clothes off as I walk in the door. I just hope you don't spank me before you rape me. I don't know if I could handle that." I smiled to myself. Joyce was a masochistic bitch. She wanted the pain and humiliation.

Now I knew what she needed. And john, loving her the way he did, couldn't get into it for her. I slid my hands in her hair. Grabbing a handful I pulled hard. "Sam", she cried out. I pushed her head down onto my dick. "Listen to me you little slut. For the next week, you will do what I want, when I want it. I'm not John and I have no qualms about whipping your narrow ass. You like it rough and that's exactly how you'll get it. You'll take my orders and like it. And if you disobey, I'll tie you down to this bed, gag you and whip that pretty little ass till I get tired. Now suck my dick."

I felt her mouth circle my dick. She began to suck it slowly. I wanted to let her know that I was the boss. I pushed her down until she gagged. I pulled her head off and allowed her to breathe. "Do you understand me?" her eyes were glazed with lust. This was how she wanted it. "Yes Sam. I'll do whatever you say. Please don't hurt me." I pushed her down and she worked until I came. Then I pushed her to the side and turned over and went to sleep. I had plans to make for tomorrow. Joyce was going to be a sore puppy when her husband came home.
 

She happened into the doorway of the house, half striding and half stumbling, attempting purposeful but in reality feeling close to broken by the many demands of the day. She had a big job, an important job, where those who did not exude power and confidence were routinely relegated to the menial, and she was not of the personality type to be able to accept that fate.

Stowing her keys and purse, she picked up the day's mail left on the kitchen counter and thumbed through it mindlessly. She seemed to be alone in the house, but obviously someone had been home before her to bring in the mail. With a sigh, she picked up the stoppered bottle of wine on the counter -- just enough for one more glass. Pulling a wine glass from the cabinet, she poured the remains of the liquid relaxation from the bottle, shaking it to get the last ruby colored drop. She felt the day's stress start to melt a bit just anticipating the first sharp and woody taste of the wine, and she was not disappointed. There, that was better.

Now, upstairs to change. She walked into the bedroom and was very surprised at the sight awaiting her in the middle of the bed. Carefully arranged were a red dress that she loved to wear because it made her feel sexy in spite of any evidence to the contrary offered by her stubborn mind and self image; a pair of ridiculously, dangerously high heeled shoes, in a red to match the dress; a red lace garter belt complete with black silk stockings; a red lace half bra that would cup her breasts underneath, offering just enough support while not hiding her nipples at all; and a matching pair of red lace crotchless panties.

Clearly, an evening out was planned. She felt herself begin to become aroused just speculating as to what the other had in mind for later. Smiling as she began to remove the day's work clothes, she walked on into the bathroom. Here she found carefully laid our two razors, a can of shaving cream, and a note with explicit directions to shave all the way from her ankles to her belly button.

Blouse and skirt off, she removed her bra and panties and stepped into the shower with the tools. The first was a standard sized lady's razor, and she slathered shaving cream all the way from her left ankle to her left knee. Drawing the razor up from ankle to knee in long, languid strokes, she quickly smoothed her left calf. Rather than continue up that leg, she turned to the right leg and repeated the process.

Now came the right knee, which required particular detail, and was best handled with somewhat shorter and quicker strokes of the blade. The faster she shaved, as she considered what might be in store for later, the hotter she was getting, and she quickly finished the left knee as well. Now she spread shaving cream on each leg in turn from knee to the top crease where her thigh met her abdomen. The lower part of her thigh gave itself to more languorous stroking, and she began to calm down, though her heart was still racing; but as she reached the upper parts the razor again flew in short, rapid bursts. Anticipating the next made her nearly collapse from the weight of her arousal.

The second razor had a tiny head, all the better for getting into particularly tight spaces. She regularly shaved her mound, but hadn't done so in almost a week, leaving a strange, stubbly feeling to her skin. She spread the shaving cream all the way from her asshole to the front of her mound. The bikini razor started at the edges closest to thigh, stroking evenly and firmly, insisting on the submission of the hairs around her slit, moving closer to the center until she was entirely clean. The thought of what he would think when he saw made her careful to get everything naked and ready for his appreciative gaze; the thought of what he would do if he were not pleased made her double check her work. Thinking of either made her hotter still. She was so turned on that she longed to slide something into her aching pussy, but she knew better. Certain pleasures were, in her world, privileges to be earned.

Stepping from the shower, she toweled her hair and then the rest of her body. She loved the process of getting done up for some unknown pleasure, and took extra care with both hair and makeup. When satisfied that she had made herself as alluring as possible, she strode naked into the bedroom and began to dress. The panties left her feeling vulnerable and tawdry, but the initial brief wave of embarrassment she always felt faded quickly into the memory of the effect that those panties never failed to have on sexual partners.

Now came the bra, and she smiled down at her breasts, so perky and utterly unprotected, on display for the pleasure of anyone who cared to look closely enough at the thin fabric of the dress yet to come. The garter belt was her personal favorite, and she took her time in putting it into place just so. The stockings enveloped her legs in delicious silk, making her feel indulgent and pampered, slipping compliantly into the firm grasp of the garters.

Finally she picked up the dress, sliding it over her head and settling it into place, nipples peeking out erect from the effect that simply showering and dressing was having on her. She paused for a moment to consider what all of the people who worked for and with her would think of her compulsion toward submissive behavior. It was certainly not a trait she ever exhibited in her public life, which no doubt added to the excitement of behaving this way in private. Finally, she slid her feet into the heels, bending over to buckle the straps and noticing that this action showed all of her breasts to anyone close enough to see.

Instantly lost in the fantasy of having some unknown man gazing appreciatively upon her breasts and what that might lead him to suggest, she was startled by the sound of the door closing downstairs. He was home, but it would be unlike him to immediately reveal his plans for her this evening. She'd have to first pass muster for her careful preparation, and remember that she was not allowed to ask for details; many times she didn't know what his ultimate plan was until solidly in the middle of it, felating him in a corner booth of some restaurant or dildo fucking the hot young woman who was busily slurping her dripping pussy while he watched from across the room. The allure, for her, was in the surprise. He had never asked her to do something to which she couldn't agree, but neither had he ever asked her to do something with which she was totally comfortable. The fact that he knew her so well and that his surprises always played to some perhaps unrevealed fantasy of her own helped to make her commitment to him absolute and unconditional.

He walked into the bedroom and looked at her, pleased that she appeared to be ready to go. She looked down, purposefully avoiding his gaze as his eyes took in every detail from her toes to her carefully coiffed hair. He smiled his approval and grabbed her gently but firmly by the wrist, drawing her to him. His hand slid beneath the dress, cupping her ass before continuing on around her thigh, checking that those panties were, indeed, in place as planned. He toyed with her clit briefly, making her shudder, but she knew that this was simply an appetizer. The main course could at this point still be hours away. He planted her hand on his cock, and she found it hard and continuing to swell. She looked up at him but his eyes indicated that now was not the time for his pleasure, either.

Wordlessly, he walked away from her and out of the room. She followed, and they got into his car together without speaking. He smiled at her and produced a velvet blindfold, which he placed over her eyes. So she wasn't to know anything until they reached their destination; she felt another wave of desire tinged with nervousness sweep through her body. She settled back into the passenger seat for the silent ride to tonight's destination.

It seemed an eternity until the car slowed and then stopped. He removed the blindfold and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the rapidly diminishing light of the day. They were at a house, seemingly on a large bit of land, for she saw no neighboring houses on either side. He came to her side of the car and opened the door for her, taking her hand as she stepped out. They walked together to the front door which he simply opened; obviously, they were expected.

The house was impressive; they had stepped into an octagonal shaped marble foyer at least twenty feet across in the center of which stood a massive round table holding a huge vase of seasonal flowers. He brought her into what appeared to be a drawing room and asked if she'd like a drink; she softly murmured yes, please, master, and he brought her a crystal tumbler of whiskey on the rocks. She suddenly found herself a bit nervous and grateful for the amber liquid and its ability to take the edge off of her growing anticipation. Now others were arriving in the drawing room, and he poured drinks for each of them. She smiled at each new arrival until it began to dawn upon her that there was a common thread -- all of the arrivals were men.

Her eyes grew wide and she suddenly needed to speak to him regardless of any later consequence. The protocol was for her to make the briefest of eye contact and then immediately look down, which she did. If he was willing to entertain conversation, he would initiate it, which he did.

"Is there something you wish to say to me?"

"Is this a party?"

"Yes, it's a party."

"Am I to be the only woman at this party?"

"Yes, I believe so."

"And are we just drinking with these gentlemen?"

"Why, no, my love. They are all here for you. You can tell, I'm sure, by looking at them, that they all want you."

Now she swallowed hard upon coming to a true realization of what he was saying. He walked away from her and across the room to the bar.

"I'm to have sex with all of them?"

He paused with his back to her while pouring another drink. It took longer than it should have, and she realized he'd added something to the whiskey this time. As he crossed the room towards her, he said, "All of them! There are only six of them. And if you'll drink this, you will relax, and I promise -- I promise -- you will enjoy yourself."

Taking the proffered glass from him, she drank it down in one gulp. It was true, she began to relax almost immediately. Within seconds, a man was in front of her smiling as he took her left breast into his hand. She heard herself begin to moan softly as his hand slipped inside the dress, where his caresses progressed to rubbing his broad thumb over her erect nipple. As her arousal grew, her tone became louder, and she found herself moving against this stranger's touch. A second man took her other breast, his touch slightly different, more insistent, and the difference in touch made her cry out with desire. Now the dress was coming off, and she had nothing to do with it, simply noticing that it was in a pile on the floor. Hands on her nipples changed to tongues, licking, sucking, seemingly in a contest to see who could have the most effect on her. Looking around, she saw the other four men staring at her in her lacy red underwear, black silk stockings and heels, with obviously growing erections. Now aroused beyond belief, she began to grind her hips in the air and heard herself begging to be fucked.

The first man moved a hand down to her cunt, rubbing slowly and teasingly around her pussy lips, toying with her asshole, venturing down the tops of her thighs before finally moving to her now throbbing clit. She heard herself scream with satisfaction as he worked her, moving his fingers in delicate circles that became more insistent, then turned into deliberate strokes. He continued until she was sure she would come, and then, sensing this, he slowed again. She was now moving hard and fast against his fingers, almost roaring for her pussy to be filled. A third man ordered her to her knees, spread her legs from behind, and jammed his swollen cock into her. She would have sworn she'd never been this aroused, and she began to move with him, fucking him back in earnest, begging him to fuck her harder and deeper, on the verge of climax. It was more than he could take, and he came quickly, before she had. Briefly disappointed, she slowed for him to withdraw, but she had only seconds before she felt herself filled with a different cock -- a different size, shorter but thicker, different rhythm, and she quickly resumed her frenzied response to this new delight.

Now there was a third cock in front of her, and she heard herself being ordered to suck it clean. She started to come just as she opened her lips to take it in, and had to pause for a moment, helpless at the waves brought on by her release. It seemed to take several minutes for her to recover, and the cock in front of her face was ready, not so willing to wait for her orgasm to subside fully. He pushed himself into her throat and she willingly sucked him in as deeply as she could. She loved giving head; it was something in which she prided herself, but this cock had been kept waiting and was in no mood for finesse. He fucked her mouth furiously, and she kept up as best she could. Finally she regained control to the point that she wanted to be in charge of the task at hand. She pulled away from his cock, looking up and locking his eyes with hers. Running a hard, pointed tongue down the side of his shaft made him moan loudly, and she stroked him very deliberately with that evil tongue for a couple of minutes before taking just the head into her mouth. Closing her lips around it, she ran her tongue around the point where it joined the shaft, once, twice, three times; this was too much for him, and he once again took control, fucking her mouth as if it were her pussy. She felt him tense and heard a low moan begin in his throat; she sucked furiously at that point, drawing him in as deeply as she could, feeling the trickle of come begin to fill her throat. He exploded into her mouth, moaning loudly, and she greedily sucked up every drop that he had to give, licking the head of his member clean. She was good with instructions; suck it clean, after all, meant just that.

Her performance with this cock did not go unnoticed by the men yet to receive their party favors, and immediately there was another in front of her face. She smiled sweetly, almost coyly up at him, slowly rolling her tongue out of her ravaged mouth until it was fully extended. She started with the very tip of his cock, running her tongue around the head. She avoided getting too close to the opening, because she knew that for certain men that was more torture than pleasure, and as she had no history with this particular cock, she chose to play it safe. Her tongue proceeded to that magical spot where head joins shaft, and he responded with an almost guttural growl of approval. .Now the licking turned once again to long, languorous strokes up and down the length of him, taking in the top of his balls at the base. She delicately ran her tongue around one of those balls, tasting the salty sweat of him. She ran her tongue down the base of his balls toward his asshole, but stopped short of rimming it with her tongue. He might have liked that, but he also might not have wanted his fuck buddies to know that he did. Now he was throbbing and almost whimpering with desire, and she bent over his swollen cock in earnest, taking it into the very back of her throat. He was not as insistent as the last, and allowed her to suck him slowly at first, then faster and faster, until he, too, came into the back of her throat. The sensation startled her for a brief moment, but she recovered immediately, once again licking and sucking his cock and balls completely clean.

She had barely finished when she felt hands on both ass cheeks, and knew that there was another cock at the ready just outside her cunt. This time she turned to face its owner, spreading her legs as wide as she could manage He planted knees inside her widespread thighs and thrust himself into her all at once. She gasped at the size of him -- either because of or in spite of the previous two shafts to fill her, this one seemed to stretch her almost to the point of pain. Still, she moved with him as fast and hard as she could, until she was frustrated at her lack of mobility beneath him. She pushed him off of her, onto his back, and straddled his still huge cock, riding him as if he were a bucking bronco. Every down thrust pushed his pubic bone against her clit, and she knew that she'd come again, but she'd need some help. She found her clit with her own fingers, moving in rhythm to the motion of her fucking, coming more quickly than she'd thought she would. She'd always been prone to multiple orgasms when thoroughly aroused, and her climax seemed to become stronger and stronger for what seemed an eternity. She was so caught up in her own pleasure that she barely even noticed that he'd come, too, and her pussy was dripping with more than her own juices, making her fingers slippery on her own throbbing clit. She collapsed on the floor face down, thoroughly spent but completely satisfied.

She'd lost count of the cocks she'd serviced so far, and was genuinely surprised when she felt another starting to push its way into her from behind. Rising to all fours, she willingly took him in, matching his pace and rhythm, amazed that even at this point she was still capable of being aroused. As they moved together, she heard an odd noise coming from behind her and felt him tense and slow his pace, then stop altogether. Curious, she turned around to find the man who had brought her here, the man who had arranged this delectable evening for her enjoyment, ass fucking the man who was fucking her; the noise she'd heard had come from the tube of lubricant now lying on the floor beside them. Just the sight of it made her start to come again, and she heard herself screaming with satisfaction at being so thoroughly used. It took a moment for the three of them to get into synch, and she wasn't quite sure what was doing it for the guy in the middle -- fucking her dripping wet and thoroughly abused pussy or being fucked up the ass by her own man, but whatever it was it brought him quickly to the edge of climax and he shot yet another wad into her. Her man took longer to finish, grinding himself into the other's ass but pulling out just in time to coat the abused ass's cheeks with his own load of come.

She glanced around the room and found the sight almost comical. It looked like a sexual battlefield with all of the combatants thoroughly spent, draped over various pieces of furniture and in some cases simply lying on the floor. Picking herself up, she once again wordlessly asked permission to speak to her other.

"Yes?"

"Is the party over now?"

"If you say it is, it is."

"I'd really like to get cleaned up if I could."

"The bathroom is across the foyer. I will meet you there momentarily."

She looked around again, this time taking in the assortment of faces belonging to the amazing cocks she'd had the pleasure of riding and sucking for the past two hours. Smiling her thanks, she gathered her dress and walked slowly from the room. She slipped into the bathroom, which she found stocked with sumptuous linens and a bottle of her own perfume. There was come all over the stockings, so she peeled them off, noting as she did that those ridiculous heels had remained on her feet for the duration of the evening's festivities. Knowing that she was not yet allowed the luxury of a full shower, she cleaned herself up the best she could, dragged a brush through her now wild hair, and applied fresh perfume. She slipped the dress back over her head and was ready to face the real world once again.

When she stepped outside the bathroom, he was waiting for her.

"Are you ready to go home now?"

"Yes, master."

He paused for a moment, taking her chin into his hand and staring hard into her face. "You have been a very naughty girl."

She was horrified to hear a slight giggle escape her lips. "Yes, sir, I have."

"I suspect there will have to be some punishment for this evening's behavior. Especially given the fact that you apparently enjoyed it so"

"Yes, sir."

"I suppose, though, that it will take a couple of days for you to be able to take what I have in mind -- given the amount of exercise you've already gotten tonight."

He turned and strode out the front door of the house, leaving her no choice but to follow, now beginning to feel sore and yet so deliciously abused, but already wondering what the next escapade would bring.

She was seated on the settee, wondering what she had said the day before yesterday to upset him. She hooked her feet up under her ass as she leaned back and closed her eyes. Recounting the conversation they had. He should have met her yesterday at lunch but he didn't show. She called his office, home and mobile several times but all she got was his voicemail. She had of course left messages on each, asking him to call her when he received the message, but still she had not heard from him.

She had just picked up the phone to call him again when the door bell rang. She jumped up and rushed to the door.

"Oh I was so worried......" She began as she moved forward to hug him.

He held out a restraining hand to keep her at arm's length, then curling three fingers and thumb into his palm, he held his remaining finger against her lips to silence her.

She looked up into his face; his normal smile had been replaced by a stern look. She was worried. She looked into his eyes and received a look in return so full of disdain. Not being able to look at his face any longer, no longer seeing the love there, she lowered her gaze to his chest and then bent her head to hide the tears welling in her eyes.

"Good." Was all he said when she broke his stare.

She saw that he carried a holdall in his other hand. He had not put it down. She wondered what was in it but dared not to ask.

He looked her up and down; saw the hurt look in her eyes as she'd looked away. He reminded himself this was all her doing and not his.

"You cannot go out dressed like that. Follow me." He ordered as he strode along to her bedroom.

"Wait there and don't move." He said as he opened her bedroom door.

He then went into her room and closed the door behind him. He still had the holdall in his hand. She heard in drop it to the floor and the zipper as he undid it. She was curious. She heard her wardrobe doors being opened and the stiff drawer on the chest creaked as it too was opened. Her underwear drawer!

She stood there about 10 minutes before the door again opened. He came out of the room, again with the bag in his hand, his body obscuring her view into her room.

"I have chosen your wardrobe for today. You will go in and put it on and then wait in the hall for me."

"But......."

"You will not argue. You will do as you are told." He stated grabbing the back of her head and pulling it close to his. "Do you understand?"

She managed a slight nod of acquiescence. Her heart was pounding; this man she loved and trusted had become a monster. Strangely she found it was exciting her.

"Good girl." He said as he then kissed tenderly on the lips. She started to respond but he pulled her face away from his and released her.

"Hurry up, we haven't got all day." He hissed at her.

She went into the room and gasped at the clothing he had laid along the full length of her bed. There was a note stuck to the footboard:

You will remove all your clothing. You will then dress in this exact order;

Stockings

Facing your wardrobe door, you will bend over and put the boots on.

The butterfly vibrator, make sure straps are comfortable but secure.

Bustier

Skirt

I WILL BE WATCHING YOU.

She looked around her room, looking to see if there was a camera anywhere. She couldn't see any hidden devices or trailing wires.

She removed all her clothing and slid the sheer black stockings up her legs. She bent over and put first one foot then the second into the boots. They were of deep red leather and zipped to just above her knees. She steadied herself on the end of the bed as the 3 inch heels felt strange after the low heeled boots she'd been wearing.

She slipped her legs through the straps of the vibrator and adjusted if to fit snugly in her pussy and against her clit. As soon as she leant forward for the bustier, it buzzed into life. She moaned slightly.

She wrapped the bustier around herself and fastened the hooks and eyes down the front. She found it a little difficult to concentrate as the butterfly changed speed.

Finally she wrapped the short pleated black skirt, around her slim waist and tightened the buckles. She looked at herself in the mirror. A different image she thought as she turned her back on her reflection and went to stand in the hall.

She waited. She waited some more. She called out to him to tell him she was ready. In due course he came out of the living room, a severe look on his face and a cane in his hand.

He lifted her skirt over her ass, and ran the cane over her buttocks.

He rapped the back of her thighs with the cane. She moaned.

"That is for answering me back before you got dressed."

He rapped her thighs a second time. Again she moaned.

"That is for not facing the wardrobe when told to. If you moan again you will just get another."

She braced herself. He rapped her ass this time. She bit her lip to stop from moaning.

"That is for admiring yourself in the mirror. It is for me and me alone that you dress."

A second rap on her ass cheeks was followed by a third.

"Those are for calling out to me, when you were told to wait here."

He tickled her ass cheeks with the cane, sliding it up between them.

"Now understand this SLUT, you will behave. You will do as you are told. You will not embarrass me with you insolence. You will call me Lord. I am your lord and master and you will obey me in ALL things. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes.......Lord." She whispered.

"Good. Now I have a gift for you."

HE moved round to stand in front of her; a smile flickered across his face. HE lifted both her breasts from the confines of the bustier. HE tweaked and twisted both nipples making them erect. HE then drew a small box from his pocket and drew out a length of silver chain. Attached at each end were nipple clamps. HE slipped each clamp over her erect nipples and began to tighten them.

She inhaled sharply when they began to pinch. HE gave one more turn of the screw, satisfied they were tight enough, for the time being at least.

"Now get our coats."

Normally the coat hook was hung with various jackets, jumpers, scarves and hats. Today there were only 2; His black suit jacket and a plastic mac. The mac was white semi opaque plastic and as she put it on she realised her exposed breasts could be seen through it.

"I can't......."

"There is nothing you can't do if I tell you to." HE snapped at her.

"Now come along the taxi is waiting."

She preceded him out of the door; HE followed flexing the cane in his hands.

"Open the door for me SLUT."

She did as requested and HE got into the cab. As she followed him in, HE lowered the pull down seat and indicated for her to sit on it. The taxi pulled away with them sitting opposite each other in silence.

"Spread your legs. Wider. Show me your cunt sucking at that vibrator." HE whispered huskily to her, at the same time pushing her legs wider apart with the cane.

HE sees the purple butterfly, quietly vibrating in her hot cunt; her juices trickling around the edges of it. HE turns the speed up. She moans and sees as HE shakes his head at her. She chews on her bottom lip to keep from making further noises.

HE turns the speed up again. This time she makes no sound. HE nods at her.

"Kneel here SLUT." HE orders as HE points to the space between his knees. "Kiss my cock. Suck my cock. Take it right down your throat."

She glances towards the driver. HE raps the cane against the seat, making her jump.

"I told you to kneel at my feet; Kiss my cock; Suck my cock; Take it right down your throat. Do it now."

She kneels before him and releases his throbbing cock from the confines of his trousers. She lowers her head and licks around the tip of it, already she can taste his pre-cum. Her lips encircle his hard prick as she prepares to take his length slowly into her mouth.

HE puts his hand on the back of her head and pushes her down, making her gag, as his tip reaches the back of her throat.

"Oh yes, there's a good SLUT. Now more like that." HE sighs.

HE releases her head as she withdraws; his hand hovering just above it. She takes him deep and hard, making herself gag slightly that time. Again she does it. Another, this time she doesn't gag at all. She continues deep throating him, even as the taxi pulls up.

"Enough SLUT"

"Thank you Lord; for allowing me to pleasure you." She whispered as she remained between his legs and slipped his hard cock back into his trousers.

They got out of the taxi and she stood behind him as HE paid the driver. The taxi drove off leaving them alone in a dark street.

There was a waist high wall at the edge of the pavement, with a set of concrete steps leading down to a lighted doorway. HE pushes her against the wall, then as HE turns HE round he bends her over and lifts her skirt.

HE raps her ass with the cane.

"That is for answering back before we left the house."

HE raps her thighs twice.

"That is for not doing as you were told and making me repeat myself."

HE grabs her hair and pulls her upright. HE then proceeds down the steps.

"You will not make any sound without my express consent when we are inside. You will not make eye contact with anyone. I have been lenient so far with you misdemeanours. Do not make me regret it. Do you understand me SLUT?"

"Yes Lord. I do Lord."

HE opened the door and she followed him into the dimly lit interior. There was a cloakroom attendant. The attendant wore nothing but a black leather thong and a highly studded collar. From the collar ran a chain, which was padlocked to the desk. The attendant hung their coats on the rack behind him, the chain pulled tight as he reached the hangers.

HE pulls out a second chain; this one had a clip on the end, which he clips onto the chain hanging between her breasts.

The attendant rings a bell on the desk. A few minutes later a middle aged woman walks through the brocade curtains that separate them from the main room. The attendant bows his head and she patted it, a reward he was pleased to receive. She holds a leash in one hand.

"Here Three, hold this for me." She says as she hands the attendant the leash. The other end is divided and is attached to two other guys.

She looks at the two of them, but her smile and warm welcome are reserved solely for him.

"I'm Helga and so glad you could make it." Helga said as she pulled the curtain aside and led him into the darken interior. "Bring your slut along and we'll have a drink and a chat about what you have decided."

HE pulled the chain and she had no choice but to follow as her nipples burnt with the pain and her pussy warmed to the excitement.

Helga showed them to a table, both HE and she sat on chairs.

"We are not uncouth here; there is a cushion for your slut to sit on."

She sat on the cushion as indicated, as HE and Helga started their conversation. She didn't pay attention to it but tried to take in her surroundings, without appearing to do so. He pulled slightly on the chain; she returned her attention to the end of their conversation.

"So you have decided on the ebony room?" Helga asked as she clicked her fingers.

Almost immediately there was another guy at her shoulder.

"Ah One take this gentleman to the ebony room." Helga ordered as she stood and shook HIS hand. "I hope you enjoy your evening."

"Thank you so much Helga. I'm sure I will." HE replied as HE got to his feet, pulling sharply on the chain. She stumbled to her feet.

HE followed One along a narrow corridor to a door marked 'ebony room'. She followed him. One opened the door and bowed as they both passed him.

The room was full of various, well to be honest to her eye, torture equipment. There were chains attached to the ceiling and the walls, together with leather bindings. There was an object that looked a bit like a vaulting horse. Hung on the walls, on hooks, were gags, whips, blindfolds, dildos on harnesses and numerous other items that made her shiver at the thought of their use.

She looks at him, with terror written over her face. Oh she had by now remembered the conversation she had, had with him now about experimenting with bondage. She never dreamed he'd take it this far. She made a mental note to have words with her two friends Jane and Helen, who had put the idea in her head.

"Down."

She knelt on the floor, watching from the corner of her eyes as he inspected all the items. HE lifts several items up and holds them at arm's length. She found some of the items arouse her curiosity and hence her excitement.

"Here."

She crawls to him.

"You have been a bad SLUT and you need punishment. What do you need? Speak"

"I need to be punished Lord."

"Walk around this room and then tell me what form you think your punishment should take."

HE watched her go from one item to another, lingering at some, but touching nothing. She wondered if choice would be abided by or whether HE had already made his choice. She returned to him and knelt before him.

"Speak."

"Oh Lord if it pleases you I think I should be blindfolded and tied up. Then my sopping wet cunt fucked to your pleasure. Hard deep and furious, as you like it. Then oh Lord in punishment for my cunt being so hot and wet for you I think you should pound my tight little ass."

HE had to admit to himself HE was impressed with her answer and how much she was getting in to this role.

"I see and where do you think I should come? Speak."

"Oh Lord if only you could have three lovely hard throbbing cocks and you could fuck and fill each of my orifices with your lovely juices. Nothing would give me greater pleasure, but oh Lord the choice must be yours and yours alone. I am not worthy to suggest where you should come."

A look of surprise quickly crossed his face, at both the language she was using but also the eloquence of it.

"Strip and remove the butterfly."

She did as she was told. HE blindfolded her, and then led her by the nipple chains. HE turned her so her stomach and thighs were pressed against and hard object. It felt bristly. HE bent and pulled one leg to her side. HE restrained with a thick cuff. HE repeated the action with her other leg. She was now standing legs akimbo with the object in front of her enabling her to keep upright.

HE then pushed her forward, so that she was lying along the length. It was angled so that her head was lower than her ass. HE restrained both her wrists above her head.

She was breathing heavily. She felt so vulnerable but the excitement was overwhelming her.

HE caressed her ass cheeks and pulled then apart exposing her tight asshole. HE stroked and probed it with his index finger. She sighed.

"I said you were to make no sound. If you make another sound I will gag you." HE said as he whipped her ass.

HE then moved away and left her. She listened trying to work out where HE was and what HE was doing.

She heard a sound. Was it a door opening and closing? Her breath quickened as she imagined more people in the room. There were whisperings, she was sure of it. There was someone else in the room or was HE just trying to make her think there was? Trying to make her call out to him?

A hand returned to her ass, caressing it again. A vibrator, long and thick, was pushed into her pussy. A couple of strokes and then it was withdrawn.

The vibrator was then pushed into her tight ass. She bit her lip to stop from screaming and moaning. She tasted blood in her mouth.

A finger played with her pussy lips, pulling at them. Then her juices were rubbed over her tight ass.

Two hands grabbed her hips and slowly entry was made into her ass and pussy at the same time.

"Ooooohhhh." She sighed as she could hold in the exclamation.

It was an incredible feeling being penetrated in both holes at once. She was rewarded with a couple of slaps across her ass, but the two hands still held firmly to her hips. A surge of excitement ran through her body.

The fucker slid in and out of her ass and cunt at the same time. It was a steady pace that was gradually built up. Her body was bucking on the frame, wailing at her to let go and orgasm.

"Now my little SLUT is that what you deserved? Speak." HE said from across the room.

"Yes Lord I deserve this."

"How does it make you feel SLUT? Speak."

The fucking continued.

"Oh Lord it hurts. It makes me wet. My whole body tingles with excitement. May I please come Lord?"

"NO."

She sighed in disappointment. She tried not to listen to her body, screaming out for that final release. Her ass was slapped again and again.

"Will you never learn?"

"Stop." A male voice ordered. It was not a voice she recognised. In order with that instruction the fucker stopped. The dildo remained resting against her ass and pussy.

"I will try Lord. Please don't take it away from me."

Her ass was slapped twice more.

"I didn't say you could speak."

A bundle of soft material was pushed into her mouth. It tasted musky.

"Fuck her." The second voice ordered.

Now the person began fucking her again. It was hard and deep. She writhed against her binds, wanting more but knowing she couldn't come until HE said she could.

Then she knew if HE didn't tell her soon she would come anyway. Then she would be subjected to more punishment. That idea turned her on further.

She could feel the orgasm building and her nerves were alive to every sensation. She was breathing heavily.

The material was removed from her mouth and placed in her hand. She opened her mouth to breathe more deeply.

There was a splash of warm liquid on her face. She opened her mouth wider to receive as much of his cum as she could. Her face was splattered and her mouth filled with his juices. She licked his cum off her lips.

"Speak." HE whispered huskily close to her face.

"Oh thank you Lord for allowing me to taste your lovely juices. It is so much more than I deserve. Oh thank you Lord."

"You may come now and don't hold anything back..."

She felt him move away from her. The fucking continued, hard and fast.

"Oh fuck me. Yes yes harder. I deserve this for being such a SLUT. OoooooHHHh. No no. Yeesssss. OH FFFUUUUCCCCKKkk."

Her body shuddered and shook as the orgasm overtook her. Wave after wave the orgasm rippled through her body. She relaxed against the bench, panting heavily.

The room was quiet; all she could hear was her own breath and the thundering of her heart.

She thought HE had left her. Then hands untied her feet and wrists. She was helped to stand, her legs felt like jelly. She leaned against him.

HE removed the blindfold and smiled at her. They were the only two in the room but HE put his finger to her lip to keep her from talking. She guessed it wasn't quite over then....

She looked down at the material that had gagged her and that she still held in her hand. It was a pair of ladies knickers. She frowned.

"You may dress now but take those with you." HE ordered as he nodded towards her hand. "You must return them."

She nodded and dressed in silence. She noticed the butterfly vibrator was missing. Even so she put the clothes on in exactly the same order as she had previously. HE was impressed.

HE left the room and she followed him. They returned to the table they had previously occupied. This time there was a man seated there. He looked vaguely familiar to her.

There was a woman seated on the floor by his feet, with her head bowed.

"Give it back now." HE said as he pointed to the woman seated on the floor.

"Take back your underwear you dirty bitch." The other guy ordered.

She recognised the voice; it was the guy from the room. The other woman looked up as she was told to take and smiled.

She couldn't believe her eyes, she was about to hand a pair of knickers back to one of her best mates. It was then no wonder Jane had been so keen to put ideas into her head. She wanted to say so much but was bought to heel as HE tugged on her nipple chain.

She sat down at his feet and kept glancing at Jane. The second girl still had a smile on her face, but was doing a good job of hiding it from her master with her hair.

Helga's voice broke through the hubbub of conversation.

"Next tonight we have a first timer. I must say she did well. Masters and mistresses, we have here, for your enjoyment, the latest action from the ebony room."

She gasped, as film of her started. She watched as her best mate donned a double penetration dildo and fucked her.

The effect of watching herself being fucked and the memories of all the emotions and sensations excited her again.

Maybe, she thought, she'd have to try harder next time. A smile played across her face as the thought 'next time' ran through her mind again. Am I a convert?? She wondered.