In his deepest fantasies he wanted to be pushed further. He wanted the ultimate humiliation: to be made to suck her boyfriend's cock, having to get him hard before he fucked her or having to clean him off afterwards or both. He wanted his sexuality to be totally controlled by his wife...and by her boyfriend. He wanted the boyfriend to bring other guys along, guys who would make Adam suck their cocks while they watched his wife fucking her lover. He wanted to be used as a vessel for pleasure, all while becoming more and more horny as his orgasm was denied and his humiliation deepend.

It wasn't the guys themselves that he wanted—maybe he was a bit curious, but he'd never really been that turned on by the idea of messing around with another guy. It was more about the humiliation, the knowledge that everyone was getting pleasure but him and that all would know about him...that he was useful only as a mouth. He had thought about going out on his own to find a cock to suck, but the idea didn't appeal...no, he knew that if it were ever to happen, it would have to be because he was "made to" by his wife or her lover, for their enjoyment rather than his.

My Goddess gave me another assignment over the weekend to go to a chat room and find a cock to suck. Getting the assignment to begin with was humiliating. I envisioned myself meeting some guy in an alley or in his car and sucking him off for her. Just to search for someone and ask them was a challenge. I had never done it before, didn't know how to go about it, and didn't know if I would get any results.
It proved to be very difficult. I spent several hours on line in chat rooms looking for guys. It's not hard to find a guy willing to have you suck his cock, but it is hard to find one close to me that can make it happen within a reasonable time frame. At first it was totally humiliating to be in a chat room sending out requests, but eventually I got over the embarrassment.
Every night, I would talk to my Goddess and she would ask me to report my progress. She would laugh at my difficulty and tell me that I better make it happen soon. She would make me tell her that I was craving it; that I needed to suck cock; that I needed to eat cum. I was not craving it, but was certainly humiliated by the whole experience. I felt like a low cocksucking cumslut looking for meat. It was totally degrading.
She told me that she had told another friend at work, Nikki, all about me thus expanding our circle to yet another friend exponentially increasing my humiliation. I imagine them talking together about me. She told all her friends she was making me look for cock to suck for her. I felt like I was being totally exposed to them without them truly knowing me. Thus they know all the nasty stuff, the degrading stuff. It will be supremely embarrassing the next time I see them and have to look them in the eye. I can imagine their smile or smirk when I talk to them next.
Not having much luck on chat rooms, I posted a note on . I got a very immediate response from 3 guys all willing to get their cock sucked. One said he would take pictures of me with his cock in my mouth and his cum on my face. I was nervous and excited. I imagined myself in a car in a parking lot, or on my knees in an alley, sucking a strange cock for my Goddess. Would they be clean, or dirty and smelly? What if someone saw me?
I sent back replies, but none of my volunteer suckees came through during the week. My Goddess was very disappointed. My Goddess and I had a beach vacation planned for the weekend. She told me that she would have to make sure I sucked cock for her on our trip and that I would have to pay for the privilege.
We got together over the weekend and had an amazing time on the beach together the first day. The hotel room was perfect and we fell right into each other's arms. We had amazing sex over and over again throughout the day. I thought she had forgotten all about my duties to her.
Then she reminded me that I had failed in my duty to her and that she would show me how it was done.
She had me post that we were together right then on the beach. We were looking for a big cock for me to suck and her to fuck. She made me post it on , and collarme at the same time.
In less than 30 minutes we had 3 offers and she started culling through pictures on line to see who she wanted. She was determined that he had a big cock for her to fuck in front of me. The guy with the largest cock appealed to her. He was another submissive that loved strapon and she had the large strapon in our room that she couldn't wait to try. We quickly made arrangements and set him up to come over the next morning at 11:30.
As soon as we made arrangements, we got another volunteer. He was a BBC Dom guy. Our first response was to tell him no because we had already made arrangements. We wanted our playmate, but also wanted some time together. Then my Goddess saw his pictures.
"OMG, look at that cock." she said. "Write him back, right now. Tell him yes. I want that big dick in me."
I was amazed at her level of excitement and more than a little humiliated. I instantly felt like a cuckold. That wave of lust and longing associated knowing she wanted another man. Knowing another man could please her in some way that I couldn't totally fulfill.
I did as I was told and messaged him. We went back and forth with a few emails, but he realized he had a conflict over the weekend. He was excited though, and we made arrangements for next Tuesday to get together. So now she had lined up two cocks for her to fuck and me to suck.
My Goddess was giddy with joy. She pulled me to her and I started playing with her wet pussy. She was soaked and started humping my hand immediately. "I can't wait to see you suck them for me baby. You are going to have to swallow for me, like a good little cumslut cocksucker." She came in seconds and then pulled my mouth to her pussy again. I got down on my knees, licking her as she grabbed my head and fucked my face. "They are going to fuck your face just like this cocksucker." she said as she came again. She squirted her cum all over my face. It was more than I could swallow and it was running down my chin and onto the floor. I was so happy to be able to please her.
The rest of the evening was fantastic. We went out to eat together at a restaurant on the beach. We stared into each other's eyes and opened our souls to each other. Afterwards we went out for a walk on the beach and the stars had come out. It was a dark night with no moon and you could see the stars clearly.
We went back to the hotel and took a blanket down on the beach to look at the stars. One thing led to another and pretty soon we were making love on the beach under the stars. It was a magical night.
The next morning, I woke up early and fixed coffee. I brought it to her in bed. As she sipped her coffee, I slipped down between her legs and started licking her gently. I brought her to the first orgasm of the day and wished her a happy birthday. She pulled me up to fuck her and kissed my mouth as I slid into her. Her pussy gripped me like a glove as I drove in deeply and she writhed beneath me. She came at least twice more before I blew my cum deep inside her.
As I lifted off her, she looked me in the eyes and told me to lick her and clean up my cum. She guided me down to her dripping pussy looking me in the eye the whole time. I loved the look of lust in her eyes. They were slightly glazed over and her mouth was open. I could see her beautiful teeth as she gasped when I licked her again. I knew to be gentle immediately after fucking her and I slid my tongue gently up her well used cunt. I tasted the salty flavor of my own cum mixed with hers as I saw her head roll back. Within minutes, she was pulling my face into her pussy and humping it as she came yet again. My face was covered with a mix of our juices when she finally settled down. I blew lightly on her pussy to cool it off and laid my head on her thigh as her breathing slowed and she caressed my head.
We got up, cleaned up, and went out for breakfast. The guy was scheduled to come over right around noon, so we spent the next hour or so walking the beach together. We went back to the room and hung out waiting for him. My Goddess tried on her new strapon and I took pictures of her with it on.
Almost right at noon, the guy arrived. When I let him in the door, he saw the strapon on the table and gulped. "It sure looks like you guys have been having fun."
My Goddess laughed. "Yes, and I can't wait to fuck your ass with it."
He laughed nervously and asked what she wanted him to do.
Why don't you bitches get undressed and entertain me? She said.
We stripped down while she watched us, running her eyes up and down his body. He was well built and muscular with a fairly large cock.
"ooh, I'm going to like playing with that thing." She said, grasping his cock and pulling him to her. She kissed him and he was instantly hard and moaning. I felt a twinge of jealousy as I saw her respond to him. His hand went between her legs and she moaned in pleasure.
She guided him into the other room and had him lie down on the bed. She pulled off her clothes and climbed in beside him, rubbing her body on him like she usually did with me. I reached over to touch her and she looked up at me with lust in her eyes.
"Suck his cock for me baby." She commanded softly, and I climbed on the bed with them. He fondled her tits and kissed her while I climbed between his legs.
His hard cock was in my face and I could smell the male musk. He had large balls and a clean cut cock with veins running up and down it. I hesitated and she looked down at me. "Put it in your mouth now, cocksucker." she commanded. I opened my mouth and took him in.
He was sucking her tits and fingering her pussy while I sucked him. I heard her moaning with pleasure and felt her hand on the back of my head, pushing me up and down. His cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged. She heard me gagging and moaned in pleasure, writhing against his hand. I could hear the squish of her wet pussy on his hand as I continued to suck.
I heard him gasp and felt his cock swell in my mouth. I knew he was going to cum and I started to pull back instinctually.
My Goddess felt it and I heard her tell him. "It's ok, cum in his mouth. He likes it that way."
I knew I couldn't pull back and I pulled him deep into my mouth as he exploded. His cum flooded my mouth and squirted out the sides as I choked and gagged on it. I heard my Goddess reaching an orgasm as she watched his cum spill out of my mouth all over his balls and into his pubic hair. His cum tasted bitter and it had small chunks of gelatinous material in it. I suspected he hadn't cum in a while.
I pulled back to avoid the taste and he kept squirting all over my face. I pumped his cock with my hand and licked the head until he was twitching from the sensitivity and asked me to stop.
I looked up at my Goddess and she was smiling sweetly at me. "Good job cocksucker, but you're not done yet."
I looked at her pleadingly, knowing she wanted me to lick up the cum, but my stomach was revolting at the thought.
"Make sure you get it all slut." she commanded and I knew there was no reprieve.
I started licking the cum out of his pubic hair as he laid back in exhaustion. My Goddess was watching the whole process, pointing out globs of cum that I missed. I hated licking the cum off his balls where I could smell his sweat mingled with the cum but the worst part was the gelatinous chunks that she had me lick up and chew. They were totally disgusting.
When she was satisfied with my performance she kissed me on the head. "That's my good little cocksucker." "Go wipe your face." She said, laughing.
As I was cleaning up, she started stroking on his cock and kissing him, trying to make him hard again. I could tell she wanted him to fuck her, but he was completely limp. After a few minutes she gave up and reached for me.
I slid inside her sweet wet pussy and it felt wonderful to me. She was soaking wet and she pulled me into her hungrily. I fucked her hard until I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock like a vice while she screamed out her orgasm.
After she came, we looked up and saw the guy all dressed beside us. We said goodbye to him and he left. Afterwards she laughed with me. "I can't believe that guy came so quick."
"Me either," I replied. "He came in buckets too. It's like he hadn't cum in a really long time. And his cum tasted terrible." I said making a face.
She laughed at me. "You did a great job cocksucker. You're really getting good at it. I'm going to have to make sure you get lots of practice." She said smiling.
I gulped, knowing that she was turning me into her cocksucking bitch. I couldn't imagine how many cocks I would have to suck for her in the future.
"Go get my strapon." She commanded. "I want you to cum with my cock up your ass."
I got her strapon and she slid it on. She had me get up on top of her and ride it. This position, was both humiliating for me and pleasurable. It left me free to masturbate while the cock in my ass massaged my prostate. At the same time, it was totally humiliating to ride a cock to orgasm while she watched me.
I eased the big dick up my ass and let the pain subside. I felt her cock on my prostate and I started to move. Slowly at first and then building up in tempo as the pleasure washed through me. She lubed her hands and started stroking my cock as I rode her.
"You're a good little faggot slut, aren't you?" she taunted. "You like that big cock up your ass."
I moaned in pleasure, feeling the cum start building up in my balls. "Cum for me, faggot bitch." She commanded, and I shot thick ropes of cum all over her tits and belly as I spasmed over and over again.
She smiled up at me. "My what a big mess you've made. You must have really been hungry for another load. Didn't you get enough last time?" She teased.
I looked down at her chest literally covered with my cum. All the pleasure was gone now that I had cum. The dildo felt huge up my ass and I could see the disgusting mess I had to lick up. I sighed as I pulled up and the cock slid out of my ass with a pop. I swung my leg over her body and knelt next to her. I bent my head down toward the cum and looked up at her one last time, pleading silently with my eyes.
"Lick it all up, cum slut. Every single drop."
I started licking and swallowing. Each lick was freshly revolting and I had to work for each swallow. She pointed as I worked, making sure I didn't miss any of the clumps of cum on her skin. She moaned while she watched me lick it all up. By the time I finished, she was panting and horny again. She looked me in the eye and pushed me down toward her pussy. She didn't have to tell me what she wanted then.
As soon as I started licking on her soaking wet pussy, she grabbed my head and shoved it hard into her pussy and started fucking my face. I worked my finger inter her pussy to finger fuck her at the same time and she quickly climaxed again, squirting her juices all over my face.
As I sat back up, she pulled me toward me and kissed me, sharing the cum smeared all over my face. "You are such a good cock sucking bitch."
I love my Goddess

The first step, chastity.

Matt sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the steel tube which encased his cock. He'd waited so long for this moment, but still he was tremendously nervous. As he looked down he caught sight of his face, reflected in the highly polished surface of the chastity device. Could he really go through with this? He steeled himself and pushed the small padlock through the locking holes and snapped it shut. His breathing was heavy as he dressed quickly, determined to get this part over with quickly before he backed out of it once again. He walked down the stairs, the two small keys pressed firmly into his palm. About half way down the stairs he panicked. What was he doing? What was he thinking? What would she think? He paused on the stairs, his mind in turmoil as he debated whether to retreat back upstairs, but now it was too late, she was calling him. "Matt!" He froze like a deer in headlights, squeezing the keys tighter and tighter until they left an imprint in his palm. "Matt!" Matt slowly took the last few steps to the bottom of the stairs to see his gorgeous wife Suzanne standing there holding out a jar. "Can you open this for me please?" Matt looked at her stupidly. They had been married for six years now, but he still found her absolutely stunning and couldn't believe he had been so lucky as to marry a woman like her. "Oh, yes, of course." He reached out to take the jar and then realised that he was still holding the keys to his chastity device. He quickly stuffed them into his pocket and opened the jar with relative ease. Suzanne kissed him on the cheek and took the jar back before returning to the kitchen. Matt watched her walk through the kitchen door and stood in the middle of the lounge feeling slightly foolish. He noticed he was trembling slightly, but worked up the courage to follow her into the kitchen. He surveyed the worksurfaces and quickly realised that she was in the middle of cooking something. "Are you busy?" he asked. "Well yes, a little," she said. "Oh, okay...it doesn't matter." He turned to leave, but Suzanne sensed something was up and called him back. "I know that look," she said mischievously. "What have you done?" Matt couldn't help but smile to himself, he was prone to nervous laughter at the best of times. "Umm, can I talk to you for a moment, in here?" "Sure," she said, looking a little apprehensive as she followed him into the lounge. "Sit down... please," said Matt. Suzanne sat on the sofa and Matt sat down next to her. "I....I have something to give you." He fished in his pocket and retrieved the small key ring and two keys, he held them out to his wife saying "I....I would like you to have these." Suzanne looked at the two small keys hanging from her husband's fingers. She instantly knew what they were for, but she was still more than a little surprised. She continued to stare at them as Matt twitched nervously next to her. "Are they what I think they are?" she asked softly. "Y...yes," he stammered. She looked at him, a mixture of emotions bubbling over inside. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He paused for a moment, concentrating his thoughts. "Yes... I'm sure." The silence hung heavily in the air as they looked at each other, Suzanne still not making any move for the keys. "And you understand what this means?" "Yes..." Suzanne arched an eyebrow slightly and Matt hastily corrected himself. "Yes, Mistress." Suzanne reached out and held her upturned palm under the keys. Matt let go and the two keys clinked together as they fell into her hand. "Thank you," she said and leaned over to kiss him. As they broke they kiss, Suzanne said two words; "Show me." Matt understood immediately and stood up. He undid his button and pushed his trousers and boxers down in one movement, revealing the highly polished metal chastity device that encased his cock. Suzanne gasped as she saw the curved tube for the first time. She had only seen plastic chastity devices before, cheap-looking horrible things, but this was quite different. She reached out and traced her finger along the length of the tube and then moved down to softly massage Matt's balls, causing his cock to swell inside the tube. "Mmmmm," purred Suzanne. "Is it comfortable?" "Yes... I've worn it on and off for a month... I wanted to make sure that it was okay before I gave you the keys." "I see... what's the longest you've had it on?" "About three days." "And it was okay?" "It chaffed a little, but a little cream sorted it." Suzanne smiled and bent her head closer to her husband's groin. He felt her breath on his balls and then her tongue flicking against them, coating them with her saliva. Matt's cock was quickly as hard as it could get inside the tight tube and he was soon groaning as she sucked his balls into her mouth, knowing full well what she was doing to him. Matt looked down and saw that Suzanne had hitched up her thin red summer dress and was rubbing her pussy as she tormented him. The sight of his beautiful wife giving herself pleasure at the very moment that he had surrendered his own to her was almost too much for him. Abruptly Suzanne let go of him and leaned back on the sofa, spreading her legs and exposing her soaking wet knickers to him. Matt was on his knees in seconds, while Suzanne lay back further and lifted herself up so that he could peel away the wet cotton. Matt tossed the damp panties to one side and then moved closer, drinking in the sight of his wife's delicious pussy. He breathed deeply, inhaling her luscious scent and then bent closer, gently kissing the small patch of neatly trimmed hair above her slit. Then, overcome with need he buried his face in her delicious pussy, expertly teasing her lips with his own, pulling on them gently while pressing his hand down softly on her mound. Suzanne was soon grinding her aching cunt against him, moving herself so that her clit was in line with her husband's mouth. Matt took the hint and gently started to use his tongue to stimulate the hood of her sensitive bud and then, almost before he had started, Suzanne's body spasmed wildly, taking him completely by surprise as she shuddered through a massive orgasm. Matt kept licking her, savouring every drop of her beautiful juice until Suzanne pushed his head away and begged him to stop. Matt looked up in total shock, he had never seen his wife cum so fast in his life! "Wow," breathed Suzanne, smiling down at him. "That was... amazing!" Matt didn't know what to say, his eyes were irresistibly drawn back between her beautiful smooth legs to her gorgeous, wet, pussy and he couldn't resist leaning forward and gently mopping up her juices with his tongue, carefully avoiding her over-sensitive clit. Matt adored the taste of his wife's pussy and Suzanne was used to having him clean up her juices, his too for that matter... although given this latest turn of events it occurred to her that he might not be doing that again for a little while... After a short while Suzanne recovered and sat up, while Matt remained kneeling in front of her. She bent down and pushed the key into the small padlock and turned it until she heard a small click. Suzanne twisted the padlock open and slowly slid the curved metal bar out of the rings in the top of the chastity device. She sat up and put the padlock to one side and then bent down to remove the metal tube from Matt's cock. The tube slid off fairly easily and within seconds Matt's cock was pointing upwards and rock hard. "Now," said Suzanne. "Do you remember what I said to you when you asked me if I would be your keyholder?" "Yes Mistress, you said that if I really wanted to wear a chastity device...that I would have to follow your rules to the letter." "And what were those rules slave?" "I must give you total control of my cock... I must give you all the keys to the padlock... I must accept that you will only unlock me when you wish to play with my cock... I must accept that being unlocked does not necessarily mean that I will get to cum or even that you will touch me..." "Go on." "I must always be ready to pleasure you Mistress...." "And?" "If I am allowed to cum... I must lick it up from wherever it lands, Mistress." "Very good slave, although I think you have forgotten one..." Matt looked quizickally at his wife and Mistress. "You must accept that there may be long periods when you are not allowed to cum, and you must NEVER cum without permission." "Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress." "And you accept all these rules slave?" "Yes Mistress." "Good. Well it looks like it needs some attention, so why don't you stroke it for me?" "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress..." Matt reached down and curled his hand around his rock hard length, he slowly began to jerk his meat as his eyes were irresistibly drawn to the wet slippery flesh between his Mistress's thighs. Suzanne leaned back and opened her legs to give him a better view of the beautiful slit he craved so much, her fingers sliding either side and squeezing her pink lips together before peeling them apart to show him just what he was giving up for her. "Oh slave, what have you done... once you're locked up only I will get to decide when your cock is released and only I will decide if it is to be allowed inside my beautiful pussy... and that might not be very often at all. Can you live with that slave, or would you rather just throw in the towel now and go back to a normal life." Matt looked at her, the tiniest hint of doubt lingering in his eyes. "I only want what you want Mistress." Suzanne smiled as she watched his hand pumping his cock a little harder now. "Don't you cum without permission," she warned. "No Mistress," replied Matt breathlessly as he stared longingly at Suzanne's dripping wet cunt. "If you cum without my permission your first stint in the tube will be one you'll never forget!" Suzanne lifted up her foot and pressed the instep against Matt's balls. "These are mine too," she said sharply, before softly kicking his balls. "Yes Mistress," agreed Matt as his cock grew harder still. "Right, I want to see you edge." Matt looked up into her eyes and breathed heavily as his hand moved faster on his cock. "Don't you dare cum without permission," she reminded him tersely. Matt pumped his cock hard until he felt the tell-tale signs of approaching orgasm. "I'm there Mistress," he gasped, loosening his grip on his straining cock. Suzanne bent down and batted his hands away, before very softly stroking his throbbing, aching, desperate cock a few times, only stopping when she saw a clear drop of fluid appear at the tip of his cock. Suzanne dragged her finger across the tip of his cock, collecting the drop of pre-cum carefully and then watching intently as he obediently licked her finger clean. "You're going to be tasting that a lot," she smirked. "A lot more than you're going to be tasting your cum, that's for sure." Matt gasped as his cock throbbed madly, threatening to erupt even without the benefit of direct stimulation. Suzanne looked down at his stalk pulsing madly and closed her legs. "I think that's enough for today, in future I will want at least two or three edges, but I think you are a little too excited today, and I don't want any accidents." "No Mistress, thank you Mistress." Suzanne leaned forward as if to kiss him but instead pressed her mouth close to his ear and whispered, "Wouldn't you just love to grab it, pump it and spray your cum all over my beautiful feet slave?" "Oh God yes Mistress..." "Even though you know that you would have to lick up and swallow every single drop of your cum?" "Yes Mistress, please..." Suzanne chuckled to herself softly. "No slave, not today...not today."

As Jared lay there in the dark, he began to realize the seriousness of his new arrangement. And while he had entered it with an open mind and a genuine embracement of the idea of servitude, he had expected, while being trussed up, that his new mistress—his owner—would use his body for her own pleasure, and then allow him release as well. Neither, at this point, seemed to be the case. And yet her almost callous disinterest in him physically, as he viewed it, did nothing to dampen his ardor. His rigid cock felt like it would burst, not into orgasm, but literally burst through its own skin. He'd never been so hard, nor for so long. The non-stop stimulation from the vibration in his rectum drove him wild with lust. Eventually he was able to shift his weight such that he could rub the head of his cock along the sheet beneath him by twitching it up and down. This brought him just enough pleasure, that, combined with the butt plug, he began to approach orgasm. But, remembering his mistress's warning against masturbation, which, he assumed, this qualified as, he reined himself in. It was no matter, though. The constant attention being paid to his prostrate did the job for him. He could feel it welling up inside, and began to think of anything else other than the pleasure the vibrator was bringing him, and of the pressure building up in his balls. But it was too much, and after some time, he knew not how long, he felt blast after blast of hot semen spring forth. He awoke some hours later, having dozed off, to find his member still erect and the vibrating plug still relentlessly stimulating him. He pictured his mistress's face—perhaps not a traditionally beautiful face, though far from unattractive. To him, however, it seemed perfect. The image of her lips wrapped around his shaft, and then of his cum spurting into her open mouth, took hold of his mind, and, perhaps becoming more attuned to the sexual possibilities of his prostrate, he came again, quite against his will.
He was woken by the feel of his gag being removed. His joints, given the relative severity of his restraints, actually ached only a little, but his jaw, he now realized, was in near agony. He could barely manage to close it, and opening it again was even more painful.
"Good morning, slave," Laurel said. "Keep moving your jaw. It will feel better in a few minutes." She reached down and undid the leather strip around the base of his still-rigid member, which to her delight was a deep purple, though still warm. His erection gradually subsided as his color returned to normal.
"It looks like you had a bit of an accident during the night, slave," Laurel said, undoing the hogtie behind his back. The hood and the butt plug, still vibrating, remained in place, although she undid the small lock that held the hood securely around his neck. "Take a few minutes to gather yourself. I need to go to work. I generally return about six o'clock. Dinner will be ready between 6:45 and seven. You'll have a bath drawn for me upon my arrival. Make sure the tub is spotless prior to that. The sheets will need to be laundered, and some vacuuming couldn't hurt. Please shave your pubic region and around your asshole, and keep your face smooth. Your overall cleanliness is of course paramount. You may also take two hours to retrieve what belongings you desire from your apartment, and make whatever arrangements you need to make regarding your lease and your job. The cameras will note your coming and going. Two hours. Any longer and it will add to the already significant punishment you are due for your unauthorized ejaculation. Or was it more than one?"
"It was two, Mistress. I'm sorry, I couldn't..."
She cut him off. "No, you're not sorry. Later, you will be. But not yet. There's a small safe in the back wall of the entry-way closet. It is open now. Please deposit your car keys there when you return from your errands, and close it afterwards." And with that she was gone.
Jared reached back and turned off the vibration, and then took the hood from his sweat-covered head. He then undid the strap around his hips, and slowly removed the plug from his anus. He had a lot to do, it seemed. Best to get started.
As Laurel drove to her office, she felt a pleasant warmth radiating from her clit. The memory of her powerful orgasm the night before seemed to fill more than the nerves in that particular part of her brain. Too, she beamed with a certain satisfaction at having acquired what she had truly desired for so long—a genuine slave. And she could tell he was genuine. She knew in her heart he would be there upon her return that evening. The thought of hurting him that night gave her libido no small boost, and she could feel the moisture begin to dribble out between her labia. And, perhaps more than any other aspect of the whole situation, her freedom from basic household chores gave her a feeling of lightness and joy. It would be, she thought, a great day. Every day would be.
Her secretary, Jessalyn, noticed a spring to her boss's step that she'd rarely seen before. But as the day drew on, Laurel seemed troubled. Little could Jessalyn have known what was on Laurel's mind. Indeed, Laurel was having trouble concentrating on her work. Her thoughts kept drifting toward her new arrangement, and although on the whole this bought her pleasure, one aspect kept troubling her: what punishment would she unleash upon her newly acquired property? She wanted it to be serious; unauthorized orgasms seemed to her among the most egregious of transgressions. But at the same time, she felt the previous night must have been hard on him. Her worst fear at this point was scaring him away. While she was quite confident he was indeed willing to be her slave, body and soul, she knew she would be walking a thin line these first few weeks. Or so she thought.
Laurel was still uncommitted to any particular course of action as she pulled into her garage. She could smell something delicious cooking. So far, so good, she thought. She entered the house to find Jared naked, tending several pots and pans while simultaneously assembling a salad. She noted with satisfaction that one place was set at the table, and quite expertly at that.
He looked up with something between furtiveness and rapture on his face, catching her eyes only briefly and saying nothing, before returning to his work. "Is my bath ready, slave?" she asked.
He nodded. "It's been sitting a few minutes, Mistress. I should like to add a bit more hot water, I think."
"Duly noted. Unfortunately for you, it was a yes or no question. If I wanted to hear stupid excuses about your apparent inability to do something so simple as draw a bath at a specified time, I would get a boyfriend. Are you my boyfriend?"
"No, Mistress."
"On all fours, slave." Jared complied. Laurel coolly selected a long-handled wooden spoon, with which she struck her slave squarely on the ass so hard as to leave a bright red imprint exactly in the shape of the spoon's head. Jared gasped in pain but made no sound. Laurel repeated the blow on the opposite buttock, a little harder if anything. Again, a gasp but no audible sound beyond that. Then four more rapid blows, alternating cheeks, each a little harder than the last. Finally a whimper escaped Jared's lips. Laurel then walked calmly around the his naked body until she was standing just in front of his face.
"If you look up before I tell you, our arrangement is ended. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She took off her heels, and let her skirt drop to the floor. Next came her jacket, which she folded carefully and laid on the counter behind her. Her shirt, and then her bra, joined the clothes already on the floor. Then slowly, seductively, she rolled down her stockings, pulling them off and letting them fall on her slave's back. Finally her black lace panties fell to the ground, directly below Jared's face.
"Now, look up at me." He did as he was commanded, seeing for the first time her cleanly shaven pussy, a thin barbell piercing through her clit and two rings on each outer labium.
"Do you see my beautiful pussy, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you think you're going to get to touch it tonight?"
"That is up to you, Mistress."
"What you think is up to me? I asked what you think will happen, not what will actually happen. Yes or no, do you think you'll get to touch my pussy tonight?"
"No, Mistress."
"No? Why so negative, slave?"
"You seem displeased, Mistress."
"Do I? Did I not warn you that I would hurt you regardless of whether or not I am pleased?"
"You did, Mistress."
"Then should you be reading my feelings into my actions as you just did?"
"No, Mistress."
"Very good, slave. Now, open your mouth." He did so. She smiled down at him. "When will you close your mouth?"
"When you tell me to, Mistress."
"Excellent." With that she bent her knees slightly, arching forward until her pussy was just inches from his open mouth.
"Stick out your tongue." Again, compliance.
"Now, the beating was just because I enjoy hurting you. This is for the bath." And with that, she let loose a powerful stream of urine, all over his tongue and into his mouth, covering his face and wetting his hair. To her pleasure, his tongue and mouth stayed in the position she had demanded of him. When she had finished relieving herself, she said, "I will see to my bath. Please clean yourself, and the floor. You will serve dinner at precisely seven o'clock."
Laurel was so aroused by his submissive consent to her rather rough ministrations that she managed to rub herself to another stunning orgasm while in the bath. She looked forward very much to the rest of the evening.

 Nikkole posed provocatively at the doorway to my home office, one hand on her hip, the other behind her lustrous hair, and rhetorically asked, "Like it?"
Like it? Hell, I loved it. She was a brand new person -- in every way. Up until now, Nikkole had just been an attractive young woman who came in once a week to clean up my administrative stuff. I just stared, dumbstruck by the metamorphosis from young grunge to sensual femininity enhanced by her meticulously applied make-up and styled hair.
Nikkole was wearing a white silk blouse and a beige business suit with a skirt that was tight and hemmed higher than one might expect. On her feet she'd chosen to wear open-toed high heels that went at least three inches in height. And her legs were clad in nylon that appeared at the upper end of the quality scale.
"Wow," I enthused, "You ARE stunning! What's the occasion?"
With more assertion than I expected, she said, "Not so much an occasion, Allan, as it is the broadening of peripheries. You need to know that I'm a multi-faceted woman whose interests run deep."
I admitted that personal appearances tend to categorize what we think of people; that a theme develops and takes root.
"Exactly," she said. "And up until now, you've thought of me as the cute kid who organizes your paper work. So, what does my appearance tell you now?"
"Well, adjectives include sexy, refined, stunning, feminine, aggressive, sensual. In short, Nikkole, you're a knock-out."
"I'm glad you feel that way, Allan, but I knew you would. Don't think I haven't seen you practically drooling over women who come even close to looking like this. You've got a thing for it, haven't you?"
She was right. I do have a "thing" for it. It drives me nuts. All I can ever think of is being collared and at the end of a leash controlled by a woman who looks like she did now. But I wasn't going to admit that to her.
Instead, I said, "Of course I do. I love that look. It makes me remember that I've got a sex drive."
Nikkole gave a pensive look before saying, "I don't think it's so much your sex drive as it is what actually drives you. You've just admitted this is the look that turns you on -- the look that captures your imagination. In other words, Allan, you've got a thing for it and it goes far beyond how you just tried to trivialize it."
"Of course you're right, Nikkole," I responded, "but, frankly, just how far it goes really isn't something I want to get into with you."
"Afraid?" she asked.
"Maybe, but the reason is closer to it's none of your business."
Rather than take that blunt response as criticism, Nikkole instead brightly said, "Okay. What needs doing today? Point me to the mess."
The mess, as she called it, was where it always is -- across the room at the second desk I'd set up for her. I pointed at it, she smiled then walked over and sat down, crossing her legs causing the short skirt to rise even higher. That delicious nylon-upon-nylon sound that stockings make invaded my brain.
Ten minutes later, she turned her head, gave me a penetrating look and said, "Since I've been sitting here, you haven't done a thing but stare at my legs and shoes. Like it or not, buster, you just made your hang-ups my business. It's your fetish, isn't it Allan? You adore high-heeled shoes, feet and legs. Admit it."
"Okay," I said. "I admit it. Happy?"
"Now we're getting somewhere," she said. "And there's something I'm going to admit. I did this makeover because I wanted to see the impact it would have on you. I'm very happy to see that you're giving me proper attention."
"You deserve it. Like I said when you came in, you look spectacular."
Neither of us said a word for a few moments, both reflecting on our respective admissions. But I knew a corner had been turned on what promised to be an exciting new dimension to our relationship and, I suspected, Nikkole was having the same thoughts.
In a coquettish gesture she slowly crossed her legs, letting her heel dangle in a way that -- to a fetishist like me -- made thinking of anything but her desirability impossible. While my body language didn't give me away, my imagination was running amok, practically panting with lust.
Somehow Nikkole discerned this. I suppose it was because of the familiarity we'd nurtured over the time she'd been working for me. She displayed a knowing smile, her eyes focusing sharply almost holding me spellbound. It was at that moment that I noticed a couple of buttons on her silk blouse were undone, allowing a view of magnificent cleavage.
Seductively, she asked, "Well, now that we've brought out your desires what should we do about them?"
I stumbled my reply, still managing to dodge: "I-I'm not sure, Nikkole. Do you have anything in mind?"
"Allan, what I want you to do is crawl to my feet. Will you do that for me?"
Without saying a word, I dropped from my chair to hands and knees and moved across the floor to her crossed legs. Staring at the shoe on Nikkole's crossed leg, I remained quiet, watching as she dangled the high heel before my eyes.
"Mmmmm," she said. "You look good down there. It's where you belong, isn't it? Where you've wanted and needed to be? Does it thrill you to have your lips and tongue so close to my shoe?"
Nikkole's question was emphasized by her foot moving in circles, closer and closer to my mouth. For the first time, I understood how easily hypnosis could be effected through concentration on an object. I licked my lips, practically salivating, before realizing the affirmative message I was sending.
She laughed, enjoying my predicament.
And then Nikkole moved the open-toed shoe so that the tip protruded into my open mouth. "Kiss my toes for me," she softly commanded.
Hesitating briefly, I began pecking her toes - just the tips.
"I said kiss them, Allan. Big, wet, passionate kisses. Suck them. Adore them. Worship them."
Any lingering hesitation was lost as my passion overwhelmed my intellect and I lost myself in adoration of her toes, her shoes, of HER!
And then I made the mistake of licking.
"Stop! Lean back."
Stunned, I obeyed but the confused look on my face gave her further cause for being angry. Nikkole extended her hand toward the side of my head and took my ear lobe between two fingers, just the way an angry mother would do a child, and said, "Your submission is evident, Allan, but you need obedience training so that you do only what you're told. Did I tell you to lick?"
Looking down in embarrassment, I responded, "I'm sorry, Nikkole. You're just so beautiful."
"From this moment on address me as Mistress, never look me in the eye and do only what you're told."
My obedience was underlined by an immediate, "Yes, Mistress."
"You need to be at the feet of, and submissive to, an attractive and dominant woman like me. Strict training will make you an adequate slave. Tell me that's what you want?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said. "Please turn me into your pet, adoring you the way your slave should. Please teach me to serve you and obey you through discipline and denial."
"Denial?"
"Yes, Mistress. Help me be even more obsequious by denying me regular orgasms. Instead, Mistress, please allow me to lust for you but please take control of when and how I cum."
Her response was a stillness, the silence unnerving me. The weight of her eyes on my bowed head was a tangible, reducing me to worry over whether my words had been appropriate.
A few moments later, Nikkole said, "Stand up, Allan, and let's finish this work. If you keep your mind on business for the rest of the day, I'll have more to say later on about what just happened."
Her statement was like cold water thrown in my face. The transition from being wholly attuned to obedience to returning to a vanilla mindset was, to say the least, disappointing.
Back at my desk, I tried to focus but it was hopeless. Nikkole's allure, her very presence, overwhelmed thoughts of doing anything that went beyond being at her feet. After a while, I reasoned, it was her order to keep my mind on business for the next few hours. By doing so I would be demonstrating my obedience. And so, in my submissive need to please her, I managed to put together an incredibly productive day.
Shortly before 4:30, just ahead of knocking off the work day, Nikkole looked up from her desk and said, "Allan, beg me to take you and train you as my slave. Tell me of your desire to be collared and leashed, humiliated, bound and whipped until you've been broken to my needs. Beg me to take ownership of your cock and balls."
On the instant, I moved from my chair to a kneeling position on the floor, eyes lowered, and answered, "Yes, Mistress Nikkole."