I am suppose to make this entry as my new Sir has directed.  Its been almost 3 months and he has turned my into the complete slut whore that I apparently have always wanted to be.  I am to tell the truth and ask for no sympathy.  These are my words and thoughts.

First off, I trusted him.  We met for coffee and I was quite taken by his looks and the way he presented himself.  We is a powerful business executive.  A man who I found myself easily calling Sir. 

We weren't suppose to play the first time, however I found myself no able to refuse his offer to follow him to his home a few miles away.  He is a very handsome man.  He told me later that he knew I would go.

Once there, I was ordered to strip and soon found myself in a collar and being led, by leash.  Before I knew what was happening, we descended stairs to the basement.  I protested, beginning to get very nervous about the situation and he just kept quite while tugging on the leash.  I was shackled to an overhead beam and my legs were forced apart by what I later learned to be a spreader bar.

I've never felt more exposed.  At least up until that time.  I was completely naked, while he stood before me, completely clothed.  Then he laughed.  It began as a chuckle, although soon turned into a full laugh.  He was laughing at my stupidity and I was beginning to realize the bad decision I had made.  Not even a safe call was set up.

And that's when his camera came out.  Ignoring my protests, which soon turned to tears, he continued to take picture after picture.  Then his flogger appeared.  His strikes were hard and true.  Initially across my back.  He told me he would stop striking my back when I begged him to flog my breasts.  I refused and he continued for some time.  He never asked again.  He didn't have to.  The pain became so intense, that I pleaded with him to flog my tits.

He stopped, walked brazenly around me, and began to flog my front.  I cried and begged him to stop.  He said he would only stop to take a few photos, then flog my pussy ... yet once again I would have to beg him.  I told him that I would tell the authorities on him.  I swore and spit.  The pain became too much to bare and I begged my new Sir to take his damn photos.  He was not happy and the flogging intensified.  I thought I was going to pass out ... when I finally gathered the strength to beg him to stop.

He did, took some photos and began to flog my pussy.  I don't know why, but he soon stopped after only a few minutes.  I has literally hanging by my arms ... all my strength was gone.  My make-up washed away by my tears.  My arms released from the shackles.  I was ordered to crawl to him sitting confidently in a chair 10 feet away.  I did as told.

With a crop in his hand ... he tapped my head and told me that I had better give him the best blow job that I could, else the photos would be released.  I was trapped and found myself unzipping his fly and removing his semi hard cock.  How dumb could I have been?  Exhausted, I took his penis into my mouth and swirling my tongue as I sucked, I did the best I could under the circumstances.  He cock grew harder and bigger.  He kept giving my directions ... each time with a tap of the crop on my head.  It took quite a while, and he gave one last warning ... I was to swallow his entire load, else I would be tied up and flogged.  Not one drop gets spilled.  His was my first time and I complied.

He took me upstairs.  Told me to dress.  Then sent me home.  He told me that I best not tell anyone, else my photos would be released.  He said he would contact me soon.  I was horrified.

I drove home, crying most of the way, stopping only to compose myself.  I swore off CM.  I would never meet another from here.  Unfortunately, he had my email, phone #, and name.  It took 2 days for him to reach out and tell me that he required my services.  He told me that I was to arrive at his home the following day at 1PM.  He knew that I would come.  He had my photos.

Our Monday/Thursday meetings continued for several weeks.  However I was never flogged again.  He always required oral servicing.  And soon began to train me anally.  It was our 4th week together when the email that would change our lives arrived.  I was to bring my husband to our next Monday meeting.  This time it would be at 6PM.

The story I would tell my husband was that Mr. Johnson was going to introduce us to a new business opportunity.  My husband is a mid-level manager and since we were not in the best financial situation. It was easy for me to get my him to go to this no money down.  All I could think of was that Sir was going to embarrass me somehow in front of my husband.  I was to trust him.  What choice did I have?

When we arrived, I was actually put at ease as we were invited into Sir's living room.  I had never been there before and I began to realize his wealth and power.  We were offered wine and we tossed what would become our new venture.

As my husband closed his eyes, I knew something was wrong.  I was like WTF!?!  Sir handed me cuffs and told me to secure my husband's wrists behind his back.  I protested and he said not to cross him.  I knew that look and quickly obeyed his command.  A second set of cuffs would secure his ankles.  I jumped as Sir called for Tony and this young man, in his late 20's appeared.  He was naked and approached Sir, then kneeled at his feet.

Sir told him ... it's time.  Tony walked to my husband and put his cock in my husband's mouth.  Sir began to snap photos.  Tony kept changing positions and moving his hands through my husband's hair.  I remained quite.  I was in shock.  This was part of Sir's plan.  I kept starring at my husband and Tony's cock.  It wasn't very big at all.  Even when fully erect.  Then Tony began to remove my husbands pants.  He slid from the couch and witht he cuffs still around his ankles the pants didn't get down very far.  Tony put a rubber on his cock, applied some lube and positioned himself behind my husband who was not bent over an ottoman ... a rope secured his wrist cuffs under the ottoman to the ankle cuffs.  And a ball gag was placed in his mouth.  Sir was non-stop with the photos, even taking some polaroids.

Tony slide his cock into my husband's ass and began to pump him slowly.  All this without the benefit of anal training.  OMG ... I though that SOB is gonna hurt tomorrow.  And just then, he began to wake up.  He was groggy and began to yell immediately ... he was shaking violently and Tony was forced to hold on tight.  That didn't last long and the ottoman and both men were soon on the ground.

My husband was like a fish out of water ... I don't think I've seen him squirm and twist as much.  I just kept thinking that this just wasn't real.  Sir approached him and told him to relax .... he would explain everything.  It took a minute or two and Sir removed his gag and began to explain that I and now my husband were now Sir's slaves.  The polaroid photos were proof that my husband had enjoyed giving and receiving pleasure from Tony.  The internet is a powerful tool and ones job and reputation could be damaged forever.  In fact, Sir said, I want you to take Tony's cock into you mouth right now and finish the job like you should have done.

He must have been still woozy from the drugs, cause it wasn't long before my husband was sucking on Tony's cock for real.  What I recall most was that my husband's cock began to grow as he sucked Tony.  Still cuffed and on all fours, my hisband continued his servicing of Tony as Sir fucked me for the first time that night in front of them.

Its late and I will add more another time.

It didn’t take long before he would offer to help me rake the lawn or help me in the garden. He would get very close to me at times brushing against me accidently on purpose to see my reactions. I knew he was beginning to be seductive and that only enhanced my needs and frustrations. I knew he could smell my arousal because I could smell and feel it heavily around me. Many times I would go in the house just to dry myself some because it was embarrassing and humiliating to me as well. It wasn’t long before he began to get more bold and would brush against me and across by butt with his crotch. That sent shivers of excitement through my entire being and I would move away a few feet while still be careful to reveal some panty to him from behind as I continued to pull weeds from around the plants. This went on for some time while my desires were becoming harder and harder to control.

It was a very hot day and he had been cutting a tree down for me while I helped as much as I could. It was getting close to lunch time and I told him I was going to go make us something to eat. I placed the food on the table with a large glass of iced tea and called him in to eat. My sports bra was still damp from sweating outside and the coolness of the air conditioning had my small nipples at their fullest attention. I had thought about changing before calling him in but part of me had to let him see. We were eating and talking a little about nothing really, until he just blurted out “Judy, I want you”. I began to shake and he could tell that it embarrassed me as my face turned a deep red. I tried to change the subject but my voice was shaking and my words didn’t come out very well. He reached over and began to lightly stroke my hair. He didn’t know at the time that that is one of my biggest weaknesses and it causes me to melt, but I am sure he seen it immediately.

That was it. That I think is what he was waiting for, for me to melt and my defenses melted to the floor. I felt his hand begin to take a grasp of my hair. Not a harsh pulling but a determination grip and enough to pull my head to the side and my body following. He said “I have seen you looking at it” while his grip of my hair lowered me to my knees in front of him.. It was one big slow movement of him lowering me between his legs as he parted them around me and not stopping until he was rubbing his crotch with face. God I wanted to run but my body wouldn’t obey my mind. After a few moments he sat me back with my butt resting on my heels. He actually turned back to his plate and began to finish what he was eating, just leaving me there kneeling and waiting. My humiliation began to grow and it was obvious that my arousal was growing as well. My mind was racing, my heart was pounding in my head, and I was nervous as hell not knowing what would happen next or when it would happen. He finished eating and turned back to me not saying anything but with one continuous motion, he placed his large hand to the back of my head and with his other hand he was pulling his cock out from the side of his shorts while steadily moving me closer to it, until the head was slipping past my lips.

To this point I had only seen pictures online of huge cocks. My whole body was shuttering with his large and very thick cock inching its way into my mouth. He was already at my gag reflux area and wasn’t even half in me yet. My eyes were tearing up as he began to move my head over him slowly. Each time he pushed himself a little deeper into my throat until I had about half of him in me. He released my head and my desires took over as I began to suck on him, roll my tongue over and around it as I began to stroke his cock with my mouth.

This is how everything started and it moved to the bedroom. He watched as I undressed and then told me to undress him while he held firmly onto my nipples pinching them between his large fingers. His massive cock standing out toward me and he laid me back on the edge of the bed. No words were spoken as he placed my legs up high over his broad shoulders spreading them wide. He pushed against me pressing my knees back and back into my breasts. Although I was soaked even down to my inner thighs, his swift movement of his large head passing through my pussy lips was stretching me open to the point of feeling pain. As the large head popped into me, he began to thrust himself into me deeper and deeper. Even with him being only a few inches inside me caused a massive orgasm to erupt inside of me as he pressed into me and felt as though my clit was being pulled inside with him. I tried to control or slow the penetration by pressing back against him with my legs but I was easily over powered and he was determined to be deep inside of me. My orgasms where being pulled from me, taken from me with this large cock reshaping my pussy to accommodate him. Each time I orgasmed it gave him more access for even deeper penetration. The pain began to overwhelm me as he pressed into me hitting a stopping spot, but it wasn’t stopping. With each thrust he was pressing and pressing. All at once I was overwhelmed in pain. A powerful orgasm shook through me as I felt a pop inside me. He was in. he penetrated my cervix and held himself deep inside me with his balls firmly against me. I cried, I screamed, and I orgasmed out of control until I began to black out. The mixture of pain in my womb, the wide stretching of my pussy around him, and his now movement of fucking me, pounding into me, had my orgasms flowing one after the other. I don’t know exactly how long this went on but it had to be over an hour before he released his large load of cum deep inside me.

I was too weak to move and his large frame collapsed on top of me leaving himself buried deep into my womb. I don’t remember falling asleep but I did and when I woke he was still in the bed beside me sleeping as well. I slowly moved away from him to the edge of the bed but when my feet reached the floor, my legs couldn’t support me. God I was so sore and raw. I couldn’t place my legs together to gain support in standing. I could feel my lips hanging from me and his cum draining from me. I hear him begin to laugh and say “looks like that’s the first time you been fucked girl”. Those words have rung through my mind ever since he spoke them because I knew it was true. He got out of bed and moved behind me gently stroking my hair while pressing himself against me from behind. I began to panic as I felt his cock growing against me and felt him pressing me securely into the mattress. His large head against my sore and raw opening went into me once again. I was use to my husband of cumming after a minute or so and then being done for a week or more. Rodney fucked me doggie style for I, no 2 hours this time. My orgasms rocked through me, I fading in and out of consciousness. He cummed inside me again but he withdrew right after this time. I slide down to the floor unable to stand. His hand on the back of my head again and leading my mouth to his cock telling me to clean him off. I did and then he slapped my ass and said “you’re a good fuck, I’ll see you later” and he left.

What I am about to write is something that I sore to myself that no person would ever know about me. A big part of me knows I shouldn’t reveal it at all and I also realize that what I say and write will probably be used against me in a very real way. I am very nervous about writing and at the same time there is an overwhelming need to do it as well and maybe even want to be revealing things to would be held against me. Anyway, here it goes…

I already spoke some of my time with my neighbor. It was a moment of weakness for me and I guess in my mind I justified because my husband doesn’t pull those orgasms from me, well it has been a couple of years since he did anyway or more. I have always been a very highly sexual person and since I have never been able to bring my own self release, the frustrations build and build inside me and begin to consume my entirely. I would secretly watch my neighbor from behind the shades as he worked outside. I would rub myself franticly at times while watching. His bulge was very obvious even though it wasn’t hard I knew it had to be very large from the outline in his shorts. Over time I began to make it a point of working outside when I knew he would be out there. Even if he wasn’t at the time he would make it a point to come out and do something when he seen me outside. I would intentionally wear very short shorts which my cheeks would be exposed a good bit in. I would wear a sports type thin bra which didn’t conceal my hard nipples. I would wear sports type skirts which would reveal my panties when I would kneel or bend down. I enticed him to see as much of me as he could while still covering enough to play like it wasn’t intentional.