taste of poison

"That's too big!" Sarah squealed as Xavier playfully held up a large black dildo.

"What? I thought you would enjoy that one," he joked, smiling devilishly at her.

"Stop, I brought you here to help, not distract me from my mission," she scolded.

Hand in hand, they walked up and down the aisles of the ritzy New York sex shop. Bright overhead lights illuminated the shiny polished floors and rows upon rows of tantalizing sex contraptions. Xavier stopped in his tracks and eyed a deadly pair of strappy black stilettos with a six-inch heel.

"Not tonight," Sarah whispered in his ear. Pulling him down the aisles until she finally encountered what she was in search of, a vibrator. The possibilities were infinite, and she was both frustrated and excited at the selection. They decided to divide and conquer, each starting on opposite ends, picking the devices that caught their attention.

Sarah turned to Xavier with one small and one large box in each hand, "I'm torn between these two."

He laughed, "Well I think you need these four," he motioned to the armful of boxes he carried.

"Oh, no. That's far too many," Sarah protested. "I'm only going home with one."

"Don't be ridiculous. You have no idea what you're going to enjoy.

Look, this one simulates your g spot," Xavier said while holding up a small pink box. "And this one, well this one sucks your clit, and we all know your feelings on that," he grinned.

"Oh," she gasped. "Well, how could I not try that. You'll be sorry," she said eyeing Xavier. "You're the one who has to use them all on me tonight," she coyly smiled.

"ALL of them?" he stopped in his tracks.

"Yes, ALL. It was you who insisted on six. Who knows what I'll enjoy," she said mocking his voice.

Sarah took her bounty to the register and paid for her new treasures. Carefully tucking the sales receipt into her purse, she dumped the two sizeable white shopping bags and her oversized gold tote into Xavier's arms.

"Take these and let's find a cab. I'm too excited to wait a minute longer," she purred.

As they stood on the city street, Xavier struggled to hail a cab and manage all the bags. Sarah tapped her shiny black heels on the curb, watching in pleasure while he labored over the task. Once situated in the cab, she entangled her legs in his and Xavier leaned into her. Lightly pressing his lips onto hers, he traced the edges of her inner thighs and tucked his fingers underneath the hem of her skirt. Kissing Sarah deeply this time, he pushed aside her black lace thong, and his fingers glided over her wet heat.

"Oh," he moaned in her ear. "You really are excited."

They were at a point in their relationship where words were no longer necessary, she ran her fingers through his hair and passionately kissed him. He knew exactly how badly she wanted him. Stroking her wetness a bit faster, she knew his need for her was just as intense. Steam crept up the back windows as their bodies fervently moved together. The car halted to a stopped as they reached their destination. The cab driver looked at the two lovers entwined on his back seat and smiled. Sarah adjusted her skirt and hopped out of the car, leaving Xavier to pay the cab and wrangle the bags. As she stared at her reflection in the store window in front of her, she could see her lips had turned a beautiful crimson shade from their lascivious car ride.

She unlocked the door to her apartment and undressed as she walked to her bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind her. No need for their regular tango of two lovers undressing one another, they had business to tend to tonight. Xavier followed behind, dumping the contents of the bags onto the bed.

As he began to pull off his clothes, Sarah stopped him, "No need to undress. Tonight is MY night and my night alone. IF I deem your job well done, I'll consider rewarding you." She barked the command at him, ensuring there was no room for negotiations.

Naked and kneeling on her bed, she systematically placed in order the devices she wanted to try. She set down the purple dildo he had chosen for her as the first one to be tested. She had doubts over its ability to make her cum hard and opted to have the leopard print suction be last because of her high hopes of its capabilities.

"I'm ready for you to begin!" she called out to Xavier.

Xavier entered the room, and Sarah was naked and sprawled in bed against a mound of white pillows. She looked like the x rated version of the venus on the half shell. Her head was tilted back causing her blonde hair to cascade and encircle her face, while long creamy legs were splayed open, leaving no ambiguity over what she was after.

"I've ordered the toys in terms of my expectations. Start with the purple one and end with the leopard. I'm sure you're aware, but let me be clear. Your reward is based on how many times I can cum. Anything less than three will lead me to believe that you're not even trying and slackers get punishments, not rewards. What a disappointment you'll be to me if you don't bother to put your full effort into it and have to spend the rest of the evening licking those sex toys clean."

"That won't happen," Xavier said. "I'm here to serve you in every way," as he bent over her body, face so close to her heat he could just about run his tongue over her.

"No!" she shouted, pushing him away "You don't deserve a taste just yet."

"But, I wanted to make sure you were wet enough," he protested.

"I have other ideas for that. Put that dildo in your mouth and suck on it," she ordered, prodding at him with her toes.

Xavier hesitated for a moment but brought the large dildo up to his mouth and ran his tongue unwillingly over the outer edges.

"Really?!" Sarah protested "That's just pathetic. Make that dildo cum.

Treat it just the way I treat you."

Again Xavier brought the purple plastic dick to his mouth, this time inserting it in and sucking on it hard.

"So, do you like sucking dick?" she asked smiling. Xavier just nodded his head. "Good, now stop enjoying yourself and allow me my turn."

Kneeling between her open legs, he inserted the plastic dildo into her and hit the vibration button. The thing immediately buzzed to life, and Sarah started to moan.

They tried toy after toy, Sarah screaming in pleasure as Xavier made her cum each and every time. The line up of gadgets dwindled down to just one, and it was time she had some fun. Sarah noticed Xavier's rock hard dick protruding from his pants. She knew he loved every minute of watching her orgasm and took pride in the fact that he had done most of the work. Now, Sarah was going to flip the switch and make him wild. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face.

"I'm done with you now," she ordered. "You can go sit over there," she pointed at a reading chair in the corner of her room.

"I plan on doing this last one alone. Consider it a reward that I will allow you to watch me pleasure myself."

She took her time, allowing Xavier's eyes to follow her every movement. Legs spread wide, she carefully placed the small toy on her clit and hit the power button. The machine came to life and blew her mind. Sarah loved the real-life sensation of oral sex and this was about as close as you could get to it. As the little toy sucked harder and harder she could feel herself plunging over the edge. Xavier couldn't peel his eyes away from her. Never in his life had a woman masturbated in front of him and it brought him to the brink of his own ecstasy. She screamed in pleasure as her wetness dripped down her leg and her free hand glided over her body.

Turning onto her stomach, Sarah lay there in a state of pure bliss.

Xavier came into bed behind her and rubbed his erect cock along her leg. Oh, she hadn't forgotten him. For a moment she entertained the idea of allowing him to enter her. She denied his subtle request by turning off the lights and ignoring him.

"Thank you for a wonderful night," Sarah whispered as turned to face him so she could press her lips to his. Their bodies fully touched, his finding each of her curves and melting into them. Sarah kissed him deeply one more time before turning over and falling asleep. 

As she snuggled under the covers, she called over her shoulder, "Feel free to use one of my new toys if you get desperate." Xavier laid there, dick pulsating with need as Sarah's naked body relaxed with the sweet feeling of release. 

In the morning, Xavier woke to the beginning rays of the sun shining through the blinds. He reached over to run his hands down Sarah's body and found the bed to be empty. On her pillow, was a note in her handwriting:

"These toys made last night far too easy for you. 

Please return all of them. 

Bag is on the counter with receipt. 

-S 

P.S. I suggest you lick them clean.

Dirty used sex toys might be difficult to return."

Mistress Abella

 Even though the last few days had been the most miserable, anxious days of his life he found that once he had gotten to the waiting room he had become eerily calm. He felt like he had accepted his fate, and now that his former life was over, he had nothing left to be anxious about. A brown haired woman with a clipboard called his name from behind the desk, and he stood and followed her into a room that resembled a doctor's office. 

"So your doctor records and birth certificate check out, so you're all ready to go." She handed him the clipboard.

"When you're ready, sign the bottom line, but keep in mind that once you do, you are signing away your rights as a human being, and you can't take it back." 

Perplexed by the calm, collected manner in which he did so, he neatly wrote his name at the bottom of the paper, under a block of fine black text. The woman smiled as he did so.

"Please remove all your clothing and follow me".

He took off shoes, socks, pants and shirt, but hesitated, just for a moment, before removing his boxers. He shyly removed his last article of clothing, and as he did he noticed the woman staring straight at his cock. He reminded himself that she wasn't a doctor, and he didn't have any right to complain anymore. He followed her into the adjacent room, where he was greeted by a white, empty room. The woman left, locking the door behind her, and came back with a camera. 

"Ok, smile". 

She took a picture of his face.

"Ok, open your mouth."

She took another picture. Then, she took a step back and took another picture, of his entire nude body.

"Okay, turn around and touch your toes". 

He did so.

"Okay, follow me."

He took her to a prison cell, with nothing in it besides a bed with a mattress but no sheet. He stepped inside and she closed the barred door behind him.

"So, as I'm sure you already know, your auction is live online now, and will end in 24 hours." She left him in his cell, cold and naked. 

24 hours later he heard the familiar sound of high heels clicking on the tile floor. He wondered if she was bringing him food. He hadn't liked the prison food they served him, nor had he liked being hosed down that morning. The woman came and unlocked his cell door. 

"Have I been purchased?"

She ignored the question.

"Follow me". 

They walked down the hallway and into an open room. In it was a large wooden crate, with holes drilled into the bottom. Without needing to be told, he layed down inside the crate. Another worker entered, and with the help of the woman zip ties were pushed through the holes and used to tightly fasten him to the bottom of the crate. The woman smiled at him one last time and then put the lid on the crate. 

He felt the crate be picked up off the floor and transported into what he assumed was a truck. Eventually, the motion of the truck stopped, and he felt himself being turned to a standing position and felt the crate moved again. 

The lid was removed and he was temporarily blinded. As he eyes adjusted to the light he found himself staring at a girl with brown hair, freckles, and a great body smiling at him. She was wearing a white t-shirt and running shorts. He recognised her from high school; her name was Isabella. 

"Do you remember me?" 

He nodded.

"When I saw you go up for auction I just couldn't resist. I've always wanted to own someone that I knew." She said, smiling. She walked away from him to get a pair of scissors to cut him loose. He couldn't help but stare at her ass as she walked away, which was perfect: large and round but firm, and she had thick legs to match it. The rest of her was gorgeous as well: pale skin, freckles that covered her face and ran down her upper chest and arms, large but not gigantic breasts. He was happy that she had been the one to purchase him. She walked back with the scissors, and as she cut off his bindings she explained "From now on I am Mistress Isabella, and you are slaveboy, slut, sub, or whatever else I feel like calling you. You will now call me nothing but Mistress Isabella or Mistress, and "Mistress Isabella" will be at the beginning or end of every sentence you speak. You will not speak unless spoken to, unless you have something important to ask. I would rather have you ask a question than do something wrong, but if I feel that your question was not important enough to ask me, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Isabella".

"Good."

She cut the last of his restraints.

"Step out of the box."

"Yes Mistress Isabella."

Isabella grabbed his now hard cock and began stroking it.

"This looks even better in person. I wouldn't want to own a cock unless it's perfect, right?"

"Yes Mistress Isabella."

"You will now be naked most of the time. Slaves don't deserve to own clothes. Unless I'm dressing you up for fun, I will have this body that I now own on display."

"Yes Mistress Isabella". 

"Get on your knees, slave."

"Yes Mistress Isabella."

She grabbed a shopping bag from the counter and brought it to him. She pulled out a leather collar and placed it around his neck, then locked it shut with a small metal padlock.

"This is to signify that you belong to me. You will never take this off. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress Isabella."

"Now come with me."

"Yes Mistress Isabella."

She grabbed him by his erect cock and used it as a leash, pulling him down the hallway into her bedroom.

"Even though you haven't broken any rules, I am going to punish you so that you understand what will happen if you do break a rule. And, more importantly, I'm going to punish you because I enjoy it."

"Yes Mistress Isabella."

She grabbed the chair sitting behind her desk and put it into the middle of the room. Then, she paused and said "Stripping the sub is the best part of the spanking, right?"

"Yes Mistress Isabella."

She smiled.

"Well I guess we'll have to make do".

She walked over to her dresser. He looked around the room. She had a large wooden desk, a wooden dresser, a closet, a bed, and a large dog crate next to the bed. One of the walls was a mirror. She opened the dresser and began throwing clothes onto the bed.

"Put those on"

"Yes Mistress Isabella."

He looked at the clothes: white calvin klein panties, a plaid skirt, and a white button down shirt. He wanted to protest but knew he couldn't. Blushing, he picked up the panties and put them on. They squeezed his cock to the side and were wedgied into his ass. He put on the rest of the outfit and turned to Isabella.

"Oh you look so good in my clothes."

"Thank you, Mistress Isabella".

She got a wooden hairbrush out of her desk and sat on the chair.

"Now come here and get over my knee."

Understanding his powerlessness, he said yes and lowered himself on her lap. He was embarrassed and his face was blood red, and only got redder as she began to grab and squeeze his ass cheeks. She brought the back of the brush down sharply, and the slave cried and kicked his legs. The second stroke was harder, and he instinctively reached his hand back to stop it. She grabbed his arm with her left hand and pinned it to his back, and continued to spank him. After a few more spanks she lifted up his skirt to expose his ass, and continued to spank him. He began to cry out in pain after every hit. It hurt much worse than he expected. She grabbed the panties and pulled them upwards, wedging them into his ass to expose more skin. The brush hurt worse on his bare skin. She then ordered him to stand up and take off the skirt and shirt. He was pulled back onto her knee, and the punishment continued. She spanked him a few more times, then declared "you deserve it on your bare bottom!" and pulled the panties down. She continued to spank him, he began to kick his legs as the pain increased, and she eventually wrapped her right leg around his to hold them down. After 10 more hard smacks she told him to stand up.

"Yes Mistress Isabella."

"Put your hands on your head."

"Yes Mistress Isabella."

She entered her walk in closet, and closed the door behind her. A few minutes later she walked out wearing nothing but black stockings and a black garter. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a small patch. She was holding onto a long, thin steel cane, which the slave was immediately afraid of.

"What do you think slave."

"You look fantastic, Mistress".

She smiled, then turned the chair towards her, grabbed the slave by his hair, and bent him over the chair. She walked behind him, and said "Hold this, slave."

"Yes Mistress Isabella."

He then felt a finger enter his ass, which was tight and squeezed on it hard. She pushed the finger in and out of him a few times, then pushed in two fingers. He felt the cold steel handle of the cane enter him.

"If this falls you will get punished more severely."

"Yes Mistress Isabella."

He made sure to hold onto it tightly, deeply afraid of the cane. She walked around and told the slave to watch. She bent over infront of him, revealing that she was wearing a glass buttplug. She slowly pulled it out of her, and told him to open his mouth. He did, and she put the plug in his mouth, then used her hands to close his mouth over it. 

"Don't let this fall out."

"Yes Mistress Isabella," he did his best to say with a full mouth. She pulled the cane out of him, and used it to cut through the air, making a frightening swish sound.

Nameless Midnight

 At lunchtime on Friday, you send me a text message: "When you get home from work, put your suction cups on your nipples. I want them nice and big ready for this evening." I can barely concentrate on my work throughout the afternoon as I try to imagine what you might have planned for the evening. 

I get home and put on my suction cups, feeling them pull my nipples outwards as the blood rushes to them. I wonder whether I could get away with having a quick play as I feel my arousal growing. But I know that you would not be pleased if you came home and found me touching myself, so I reluctantly resist. 

Your next text message arrives about 15 minutes later: "I've booked a table for dinner. Wear a nice dress, stockings, heels and your crotchless knickers. Nothing else. I'm working late, so I'll meet you at the restaurant at 6.30. Remove the suction cups just before you leave the house." I re-read your message and realise that you did not mention a bra. 

I send you a reply, hoping that this is an oversight: "Sir, my nipples will be very large from the suction cups. May I wear a bra to cover them?" 

Your reply is a curt "No" and I worry that I have annoyed you by questioning your authority. I begin to imagine how you might punish me for this infraction and get carried away in a daydream until I realise that I do not have long to get ready for dinner. I pick out a dress, trying to find one that is not too low cut, hoping to retain some modesty. When I am ready to leave, I remove the suction cups. My nipples are huge and very hard. They are so sensitive that I can feel every movement of the soft fabric of my dress rubbing against them. I look in the mirror and see that my nipples are very visible, poking against the dress.

Walking to the restaurant, I feel vulnerable with such little underwear and worry that every slight gust of wind will lift up the hem of my dress to reveal my knickers. I am very aware of my nipples and feel as if every passer-by must be staring at me. But I arrive at the restaurant without incident and find you already seated at a table in a quiet corner. You stand to greet me as I approach the table and I melt at the sight of you in a suit. I've always had a thing for a man in a proper suit. Maybe it's the way it adds to their air of dominance. Or maybe it's linked to my fantasies of being a submissive secretary (but that will have to be saved for a different story...!)

You pull me gently towards you and kiss me lightly before pulling out my chair to invite me to sit down next to your seat. "How was your day?" I ask.

"A little stressful," you reply. "But I'm sure it will get better from here on." I feel your eyes on me, scrutinising every visible part of my body. "Was it cold outside?" you ask. I smile, blushing, as I realise that you are staring at my hard nipples. They have begun to return to their normal size, but are still much larger than normal. My arm moves to try to cover them, but I stop as I see you shake your head.

"What if other people are staring at my nipples?" I ask quietly.

"Let them stare at your hard nipples," you reply. "I want them to be jealous that I get to take you home and play with those gorgeous tits."

As the waiter comes over to take our drink orders, I see his eyes move to my nipples but I am distracted from this embarrassment when I feel your hand on the top of my thigh, sliding up beneath my skirt and stroking the bare skin above the top of my stocking. I struggle to maintain my composure as you chat to him about the wine menu, your roaming hand hidden by the long table cloth and his eyes flitting between you and my nipples. He walks away and your hand moves towards the inside of my thigh before finding itself blocked by the way that I am sitting with my thighs together and ankles crossed. "Keep your thighs apart," you growl in my ear. "Do not deny me access to what is rightfully mine." I uncross my ankles and allow my thighs to part slightly. "Wider," you whisper. As I move my thighs wider apart, I can feel my pussy being exposed by the crotchless knickers and my knee comes to rest against yours. Your hand moves up the inside of my thigh and I gasp as I feel your fingers brush over my exposed lips. "Good girl," you tell me, and your hand moves away. "Keep your thighs apart for the rest of the evening."

Before our main course is brought out, you reach into a bag that you have kept hidden by your feet. You pass me a satin drawstring bag and tell me to put it into my handbag. "What is it?" I ask, but you refuse to tell me. 

You barely touch me again throughout our starter as we chat comfortably about normal, everyday topics. I have to concentrate to maintain my unnatural position with my thighs apart and I can tell that you notice every time my knee moves away from yours. "If you can't remember to follow my instruction, I'm sure I can come up with a way to help you to remember next time," you say. I bite my lip as I remember a story I read a while ago about a slave who was trained to keep her legs apart by wearing straps with spikes on between her legs, so that the spikes dug in if her thighs came too close. But I decide not to reveal this - I am sure that you have plenty of wicked ideas of your own, without me adding to them. 

Before our main course is brought out, you instruct me to go to the bathroom and insert the object that is in the satin bag that you passed to me earlier. When I am safely in the bathroom, I open the bag to reveal a medium sized butt plug and a small sachet of lube. Even with the lube, it is hard to push the width of the plug into my ass and I can feel it stretching me as I walk back to our table. I wince as I sit back down and try to rest my weight on my thighs to keep my ass from touching the chair. But then I feel you give a sharp pinch to my upper thigh to remind me to keep my legs apart. I am forced to sit back onto my cheeks and I feel the plug being pushed even deeper inside me. As I eat my meal, the slight discomfort of the plug constantly reminds me of your control over me. This causes my nipples to harden, which further increases my feeling of exposure as I realise how evident my arousal is to you and anyone else who is close enough to notice. 

As the waiter returns to clear our empty plates, I feel your hand on my thigh once more. This time, it continues to move upwards and I feel your finger pushing inside me. Although I know that the table cloth hides the position of your hand, I blush and concentrate on trying not to react. "Your pussy is soaked," you whisper to me as the waiter walks away. "I hope you're not making a wet patch at the back of your dress..."

After dessert, you whisper to me, "I want you to rub your clit. Don't stop until I give you permission. And don't cum." 

"Sir, I can't..." I begin, pleading with you to let me off. But I am cut off by your hard stare and I find myself obeying you, your dominance overriding the logical thoughts in my brain. I feel incredibly vulnerable as I reach my hand under the table cloth and begin to lightly stroke my clit. You maintain eye contact with me after a quick glance to check the location of my hand. This only serves to heighten my embarrassment at being forced to play with myself in the middle of a restaurant. You call the waiter over to ask for the bill and engage him in conversation as I focus on making sure that my upper arm doesn't betray my movements and my face doesn't show my humiliation. 

"You're beginning to look very flushed," you tell me as the waiter walks away. "We'll get you out into the fresh air soon... Maybe that will help."

The waiter returns with the bill and you again engage him in conversation, enjoying my obvious discomfort as you notice the subtle signs that I am close to orgasm. You finally allow me to stop playing with myself just before we stand up to leave. As we walk out of the restaurant, I feel sure that everyone is staring at me, either noticing the wet patch that I imagine must be showing at the back of my dress, my hard nipples poking through my dress or the flush that has probably spread over my neck and chest. You use a hand on the small of my back to guide me, asserting your claim over me, and I am grateful for the way that this gesture helps me to feel secure and protected despite my feeling of vulnerability and embarrassment. But as soon as we walk out of the door, you heighten my feeling of humiliation by taking my hand and raising it to your lips to suck my finger, tasting my wetness still on it. 

You keep hold of my hand and I begin to relax slightly as we walk along the pavement although every step causes the plug to shift in my ass. "It's a lovely warm evening," you say, "so shall we walk through the park?" 

"But, Sir, I need you to take me home and make me cum, please, I'm so wet for you..." I reply, hoping that we can get home as quickly as possible so that you can provide me with some relief from my arousal. 

"My poor slut," you reply. "Maybe I'll make you wait for your orgasm... Or maybe walking through the park and making you cum aren't mutually exclusive..." My eyes widen as I realise the implications of your suggestion. Although we have sometimes engaged in discreet play in public, like this evening in the restaurant, you have never actually made me cum in a public place. The thought both excites and horrifies me. 

We turn off into the park and you lead me towards an area with a few bushes and trees. You stop, positioning me so that my back is against a tree and you have a good view to make sure that there aren't actually any people nearby. Your hand reaches towards one of my nipples, rubbing it through the fabric of my dress and enjoying the way that it instantly hardens underneath your fingers. Then you reach into my dress and pull my breasts upwards, lifting them out of the dress. I gasp as I realise how exposed I am, but you silence me with a deep kiss, rubbing my bare nipples to hardness before pinching them firmly.

Your knee nudges my thighs apart and I can feel your hard cock pressing against me. "I can't walk home with a hard-on," you tell me, "so you're going to have to do something about it." I consider arguing that you expected me to walk around with enlarged, hard nipples showing through my dress, but think better of it. I feel your hands on my shoulders, pushing me down, and I begin to protest, until you threaten to spank me here in the park instead. Kneeling on the soft grass with my tits still exposed, you silence me with your hard cock, thrusting it into my mouth and using a hand on the back of my head to encourage me to take it as deep as possible. It doesn't take long before you near orgasm, aroused all evening by admiring my hard nipples, enjoying watching me squirm and anticipating all the things you still have planned for when we finally get home. I swallow your cum, not wanting to add to my humiliation by dribbling any onto my dress. 

When I have licked your cock clean and you have tucked it back into your trousers, you gently pull me to my feet before pushing me back against the tree. Your hand reaches between my legs, feeling my juices almost dripping from me in my arousal. You slide two fingers into my pussy, enjoying the way that the crotchless knickers give you such easy access. I moan as you pump them into me, your thumb now rubbing on my clit. 

You continue until I near orgasm and then tell me, "I was planning to make you cum here in the park, but you've tried to argue with me at least twice this evening, so I think I'll make you wait." I whimper in need and you chuckle softly. "I thought you didn't want to be forced to cum in public? You are such a needy slut, aren't you?" You push your fingers into my mouth, making me lick my juices from them before you pull my dress back over my breasts. 

We walk home agonisingly slowly as you stop frequently to point out stars or to admire the view. I try to enjoy the romance of a moonlit walk, but am distracted by the plug in my ass and my dripping pussy. When we finally get through the front door, you lead me into the bedroom and I instinctively kneel by your feet. You reach into a drawer and pull out my collar and a set of cuffs. You tug my dress up and over my head and move behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall from my breasts. Then you gently pull my hair out of the way and bend down to kiss my neck before placing the collar around it. I present my wrists to you and you fasten a cuff on each one before pulling my hands behind my back and fastening the cuffs to each other. My restraints have the paradoxical effect of making me feel free, knowing that you will take care of all my needs. 

Next, you return your attention to my tits, which are being thrust forward by the position of my arms. You roll each nipple between your fingers before attaching the nipple clamps. I whimper as I feel the sharp pinch, a pain which seems to travel directly through my body to further inflame the tingling of my needy clit. My nipples are still sensitised by the earlier use of suction cups. You use the clip of the leash to attach the chain between the clamps to the ring at the front of my collar. As you tug on the leash, I feel it pull on both my collar and on the nipple clamps. 

You unfasten my wrists and use the leash to pull me towards the bed, removing my knickers before you push me down onto my back, positioning me in the middle of the bed. You attach the wrist cuffs to chains on each bedpost. Your hands slide down my body, over my hips and down my legs. Then you fasten a cuff to each ankle. You push my feet towards my head as far as they will go, spreading them wide and placing a pillow beneath my hips, before attaching each ankle to the same bedposts as my wrists. The final touch is a few loops of rope around each of my thighs, which you also attach to the same bedposts. 

"Maybe that will help you to keep your thighs apart," you tell me, stroking the sensitive flesh at the top of my thighs. I am exposed to you, my legs spread wide and lifted so that they pull my ass upwards off the bed, displaying both my holes. You continue to tease and tickle my thighs and I try to wriggle away from your touch, but find that I am unable to move. Then your head dips and I feel your tongue on my pussy, teasing my labia before flicking over my clit. I cannot move towards or away from your tongue as you lick and suck on my clit. Just as you feel me approaching orgasm, you pull your head away abruptly. I moan, begging you to continue, but you sit back and spend a few moments just admiring the sight of my helpless body. The only movement is my chest rising and falling as I pant in need. 

Then you begin stroking and tickling my inner thighs again. "What lesson are you learning, my slut?" you ask. 

"I'm learning to keep my thighs apart when you tell me to, Sir," I moan, giggling as your fingers reach a particularly ticklish spot. Then your tongue returns to my clit, bringing me to the brink of orgasm again before stopping. I moan in frustration and you tug on the chain between my nipple clamps. The sudden pain makes me whimper, but then I fall silent. 

You place the tip of your hard cock against my pussy and then rub it up and down my slit before slapping it on my clit a few times. Then you slide it into me, torturously slowly. I feel your width stretching my pussy inch by inch before you suddenly withdraw, leaving my pussy desperate for you to return. 

The physical sensations blur into one as you alternate between tormenting my ticklish thighs, sliding your cock into my pussy and licking my throbbing clit. I am reduced to a quivering feeling of intense need, only able to gibber, "Please, Sir, please, please...". After what feels like hours, you push your cock into my pussy and stroke my clit, feeling me squeeze around your cock as I finally reach a crashing orgasm. Without allowing me to recover, you pound into my pussy, driving me to a second orgasm just before you cum inside me. 

You withdraw from my pussy and your tongue returns to my clit, which is now overly sensitive. You ignore my squirming and continue to lick and suck until my squeaks of protest turn to whimpers of arousal and you bring me to a third orgasm. 

Finally you untie me and pull me into your arms on the bed, kissing me gently and telling me what a good girl I am.

Dark God

 They were sitting on his couch talking; she was sitting between his legs, her body slightly turned towards him. A pause came in their conversation, and he told her,

“turn around so you’re facing away from me” 

she wasn’t sure why he was asking, but she figured he was just going to surprise her with something, so she didn’t think to much about it. Suddenly he brought a blindfold down over he eyes before she could stop him. 

“Hey! Come on, what are you doing?” she asked, half laughing. 

All she got in response was a “shhh” from him. She went to take off the blindfold, but before she could get to it, he grabbed her wrists and held them. 

“Do not try to take it off,” he said quietly, he was not annoyed or anything, but there was something in his tone that made her stop. She could feel herself shiver at his tone. 

He slowly let go of her wrists, once he felt that she was not going to reach for the blindfold again. She moved her hands to her lap, and started to ask a question, but before she could say anything, she was told to “shhh” again. He then put his hands at her waist “Stand up and turn around to face me”, she stood up, with him still holding her, and started to turn around. Once she was facing him, he her told her stop. She was now standing in front of him, between his legs, while he sat on the couch watching her. 

He watched her quietly for a moment, smiling when he saw her breathing speed up slightly and saw the small tremors that gave away her arousal. She stood quietly while he did this, wondering what was going on in his mind. She was again about to say something when he spoke again. 

“Do you trust me?” 

“yes” came the quiet response

“good, because from now until I say otherwise, I am in control. I will expect you to do as I ask, ‘no’ is not an acceptable response to me, if something I do causes you distress you may use a safe word. Your safe word is ‘sebastiane’; you say this and everything will stop. Do you understand so far?” 

again, she quietly responded “yes”. 

“Good. Now I have a rule for you to follow. When you address me, you will address me as ‘Sir’. Any time you do not follow this, there will be repercussions. Do you understand?”

“yes”, she then suddenly felt his hand smack her ass very hard, and she gasped softly 

“Yes what?” he asked her 

“yes Sir” she responded quickly

“Good girl” he said and smoothed his hand over the spot he had just hit. 

She felt his hands leave her for a moment, and then she felt him, grasp her left wrist and place some sort of band around it. She felt him tighten it, and then realized that it was a wrist restraint. When she realized this, she quickly put her other hand behind her back, hoping to keep him from putting the other restraint on. 

“Put your arm back out” he said calmly

when she did not comply he reached up and through her shirt and bra found her nipple and started to squeeze. She felt the pressure become pain and she gasped slightly, it finally got to a point and she quickly put her arm out in front of her. The pressure on her nipple stopped immediately. 

“Thank you,” he said. “It is much easier to simply do what I ask in the first place isn’t it?” 

“Yes” she replied, and then as soon as she said it she corrected herself, “I mean yes Sir” she said quickly, hoping he would not punish her for her mistake. 

He smiled when he heard her catch herself, and decided that since she did catch herself, it was okay, this time. He took her other wrist and placed the restraint on it. She wanted to touch him so badly, so she began to bend down, reaching for him, putting her hands on his shoulders, wanting to kiss him. He quickly grabbed her hair, and pulled her head to the side hard, she gasped at brought one hand up to his to try and loosen his grip on her hair.

” What were you doing?” he asked, 

“I wanted to kiss you Sir” she quietly replied. 

“Ah, well then” he said,

still holding her hair, he brought her to him and kissed her hungrily. She moaned softly and kissed him back. He then pulled her away again and told her “do not do that again”. He then released her hair and she stood back up.

“Take a step back” he said, and held onto her arms to help her from getting off balance. 

She stepped backwards carefully, and he then stood up in front of her. 

“Turn around”

she started to turn, going slowly. Once she was facing away from him, she stopped and wondered what he was thinking. He let go of her arms and she stood there quietly. She then heard the soft clinking of something behind her, and was not sure what it was. She then felt something being placed over her head and felt something cold settle around her neck, draping a little ways down her chest. He then took one hand in his and placed one hand on the small of her back. She felt herself shiver at his touch; she also realized that she was rapidly getting very moist. He noticed her shiver and smiled to himself, enjoying watching her reactions.

He started to lead her away from the couch, and she follow, moving slowly and carefully. They walked for a couple steps when he stopped. 

“There are stairs here, so be careful” he told her. 

“Thank you sir” she replied. 

They slowly made their way up the stairs and into his bedroom. She could not see it, but he had turned off the lights and had only black lights on, so the room was very dim. He led her to a carpeted area, and she felt it beneath her feet and was able to guess where she was. He started to unbutton her shirt, and pulled that off, her bra followed quickly. 

“Take off your pants”

she reached down and unzipped her pants, sliding them down her legs, and stepped out of them. She was then left wearing only a thong. Standing there she suddenly felt very vulnerable, but instead of bothering her, but only aroused her. 

She then felt him adjust what was around her neck and when it started to tighten around her neck, it finally dawned on her what it was. It was a dog’s choke chain collar. He brought both of her wrists behind her back and attached them to the collar in the same place a person would normally attach a leash. In this position, if she tried to pull her hands away or struggle, it tightened the collar around her neck. While she was frustrated at the lack of movement her hands now had, she had to admire his creativity. 

She was broken out of her thought by his command to kneel; she knelt down without hesitation, and sat back on her heels. She felt his hand touch her ankle and realized he was kneeling behind her. He lifted one ankle up slightly and placed a restraint on it, and when she felt his hand on her other ankle, she raised her ankle up for him and he placed the restraint on her other ankle. He then clipped them together. She moved her feet around a little to test the degree of movement and found it was not much. She then heard him stand up and walk away for a moment. She found herself trembling as she knelt there blindfolded and fully at his mercy. She knew she was totally safe and yet she felt a nervousness because she did not know what was going to happen next. Although she knew it was only a minute or two that she knelt there, it felt like an eternity.

She then heard something clinking somewhere behind her. 

“What’s clinking?” she asked

she got no answer at first and then suddenly felt something cold touch her nipple; she took in a quick breath. 

“This is what was clinking,” he said

she realized it was the clips he used for a variety of purposes. She had not really cared what was clinking, but had simply wanted to break the silence. She heard him walking around and kept turning her head ion the direction of the sound, constantly trying to anticipate what was coming next. She heard him walk next to her and could not figure out what he was doing. She then realized there was something in front of her, she was guessing it was a bar, she could feel it just lightly touch her nipples. He then walked behind her and started to detach her wrists from the collar. He brought her wrists one by one up in front of her and attached them to the ends of a spreader bar that was attached to an eyebolt in the ceiling so that it could be raised and lowered. 

“Hold onto the bar” he told her

she grasped the bar with both of her hands

“stand up”, she slowly stood up, being careful to keep her balance. 

He then stepped away from her and began to raise the bar up. He raised it up until her arms were fully extended. 

“Okay, you know what’s next” he said

she could almost hear the smile in his voice. She thought she knew, but decided to play dumb, just to see what he would do. 

“No, what” she replied. 

“up on your toes” he said

she had known that was what was coming. She got up onto the balls of her feet, grasping the bar tighter and using her arms, trying to keep some of the weight off her feet and legs. She then heard him walk away again. At this point, her pussy was soaking and she desperately wanted him to touch her. 

She heard him walk back next to her, and heard soft buzzing, she recognized it as a vibrator and he placed it inside her panties, against her swollen clit. She immediately moaned and her hips moved involuntarily. He held it there for a moment, and then placed it so that it would stay against her clit, and moved away. She groaned softly in frustration since while the vibrator felt great, it was not moving, therefore leaving her rather frustrated. She wanted him to touch her so badly, but she did not even know where he was at the moment. 

She was moving her hips trying to get some friction against the vibrator. It was not working very well, but she did not have long before he was back next to her. He grasped the vibrator and moved it around a little, eliciting a soft moan from her. 

“Do you like this? Are you close to coming?” he asked

She knew he could damn well tell she was, and responded with a rather tart “What do you think?” 

As soon as she said it, she knew she should not have, but, well, she was frustrated. 

“Hmmm, what do I think….I think you’re being sassy” at that he removed the vibrator, and she whimpered slightly. 

She heard him walk away, and she wondered what was going to happen next. He came back a moment later and she moaned when she felt his fingers playing with her nipples. She could feel her wetness beginning to slowly drip down on her thighs. The next thing she felt was him putting a clothespin on her nipple. She gasped softly at the pressure, and he placed one on her other nipple. 

“Too intense?” he asked her

“no”, she responded quietly. The pressure hurt, but instead of really making her uncomfortable, it only made her wetter. 

“How are your legs doing, getting tired?” he asked her 

“yes sir”

this was not really true, her legs were not all the tired, but she didn’t feel like staying up on her toes any longer. She heard him walk over to her side and he began to lower the bar, as it lowered, she lowered herself back down onto her heels. 

“Did I tell you you could get down yet?” he asked, sounding very amused. 

“No”

however she did not go back up on her heels. He quickly raised the bar back up to a height forcing her to go back on her toes. 

“Do you want to put your heels down?” 

“Yes please” 

“Please what?” she growled softly at him before responding 

“yes please, sir” 

“thank you” he then lowered the bar again and told her “You can put your heels down”.

She lowered herself back down to her heels, and flexed her arm muscles slightly as the bar came down farther. He then released her wrists from the bar and she rolled her shoulders since they were slightly stiff. He then took her wrists back behind her back and reattached them to the collar. He walked in front of her and quickly removed one of the clothespins, sucking on the nipple immediately afterwards. She gasped as it was removed and when she felt the warmth of his mouth on her now very sensitive nipple. He hen repeated the process with the other clothespin.

“Kneel,” he told her. 

She carefully knelt down again and for a moment, he stroked her hair, and she found herself almost leaning into his touch. She had not realized just how much she wanted him to touch her, in any way; he stopped;

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back” she heard him walk away. 

She felt disappointed at the sudden lack of contact again. She decided to take a look around the room, and since she figured he was not watching her at the moment, she brought her hands up around her side and leaned her head down towards them to raise the blindfold up. She got a look at the room, and then heard him come back in.

‘Oh, hell’ she thought to herself. She did not look around to see him, but she heard him walk up behind her. 

“Well, you did a lot of moving” he said to her as he pulled the blindfold back down over her eyes. 

“I felt like looking around” she said, in a nonchalant, almost defiant tone of voice. 

He did not respond to her, which she was surprised at. She felt him move away form her again, and then quickly come back. He then attached one end of a spreader bar to her wrists, and the other end to the cuffs on her ankles. This forced her to sit up straight. Suddenly he pushed her shoulder forward some, forcing her to lean forward. This caused the chain around her neck to tighten. 

“Is that a little tight on your throat?” he asked her

“yes sir,”

“good”. 

As much as she wanted to sit back up, she did not dare, for some reason she decided to wait until he told her she could sit back up. She heard him walk away for a moment and could not tell where he had walked. 

“You can sit back up” he told her a moment later. 

There was a bright light suddenly and she was not sure what it was. 

“What was that?” 

“what? The light?” 

“yes” 

“a flash, I thought while we were here, I would take a couple photos” 

“oh” 

She felt a little awkward with the fact that he was taking photos of her in a position such as this. She heard him walk around her and a moment later saw another flash of light, she assumed he had taken another photo. This took a few minutes, and she found herself wishing he would just be done with the damn photos. She knew he liked to frustrate her, but this was making her nuts.

Finally, after what seemed like a long time (although it was only a few minutes), he stopped. She felt him detach the spreader bar from her ankles and wrists. As soon as it was off, she sat back down on her heels. 

“Sit back up” came the quick comment from him. 

She let out a loud sigh at this, and got back up on her knees. She heard him move something and he then told her stand up, she stood up carefully. 

“walk forward a step, now turn around” she did so. 

He then put a hand on her arm 

“sit down” 

she sat down and realized it must have been the chair in the room that she had heard him moving.

It felt good to get of her knees for a little bit, and flexed her legs a couple times, getting the mild stiffness out. She heard him walk out again, and return quickly, she was grateful for the squeaky floor; it let her have some idea of where he was. 

“Stand up again” he told her

so she did so, and she heard him move the chair again, and felt him stand behind her. He was so close, but was not touching her. Her pussy was soaked, and she wanted to jump him, or least be able to touch him. He grasped a fistful of her hair and turned her head back towards him, kissing her deeply. She moaned and kissed him hungrily back.

He then quickly released her hair. She turned her head towards him, 

“no, face forwards” he told her and turned her forwards again. 

“What are you doing” she asked impatiently 

“standing behind you, because I know it makes you crazy” 

“you just love making me nuts don’t you” 

“yes, I do” she growled softly at him and she got two hard smacks on her ass in response. 

“What was that for?!” she asked indignantly. 

“For growling at me” he told her calmly, “and because I felt like it” 

“smartass” she responded. 

He then had her turn around and kneel down again. He moved away from her and she heard him pull the chair closer to her. He sat down in the chair in front of her and pulled her head to his lap. She felt his stiff cock by her face and took it into her mouth. She moved her mouth up and down his shaft a couple times and got it nice and wet. She then played with the head a little, alternately running her tongue around the head and then sucking on it. She took him as deep as she could and sucked a little harder. She was at a bit of a disadvantage not being able to use her hands to help her, and this frustrated her, since she wanted to please him. 

“Is this arousing you? Having my cock in your mouth like this?” he asked her, knowing full well it was. 

She responded simply by growling softly while his cock was still in her mouth. He quickly stopped her and yanked her head back by her hair, simultaneously pinching her nipple hard. 

“What did you say?” he asked, 

“nothing” 

“what did you say?” 

“Honestly, I didn’t say anything” she was not sure how long it would take for him to realize she had not actually said anything. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes, sir, I really didn’t say anything”. 

He then let go of her hair and her nipple. He had her stand up again, and he then stood on the chair in front of her. He had her begin to suck his cock again. After another minute or two, he stopped her again, and got down from the chair. By now, she just wanted him inside her. He walked her over towards the bad, and turned her to face it. He then released her hands from the chain, and placed one on the bed railing. She put her other hand on there too. He disconnected her ankles and had her spread them very wide. He put his hands on her waist and quickly thrust inside of her. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and then moaned as she felt him fill her. She felt her body clenching around him as he pumped roughly into her. 

After a moment, he grabbed one of her hands and pulled it behind her. She was startled and felt off balance for a moment, as he then took her other arm behind her back also. 

“I’ve got you, its okay,” he told her, his voice rough. 

He then used her arms to pull her onto him, and moaned loudly feeling him so deeply inside of her. After a minute or two like this, he suddenly pulled out of her, and turned her around. He took the blindfold off, and she was glad to be able to see him and the room. She wished he had taken it off earlier. 

“Come with me” he told her roughly. 

She started to walk and he took her arms and held them behind her back, pushing her into the playroom. He roughly pushed her onto the bed, and she got up onto all fours, leaning down, resting her head on her forearms. He climbed behind her and thrust into her again. She was almost constantly moaning and almost whimpering. She felt him thrusting roughly into her and clenched her pussy tightly each time he thrusted. She heard him groaning occasionally and she felt herself getting sweaty. He reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit. She came almost immediately. She felt him tensing as she heard him about to come. 

“Ugh, god” she heard him say, as he his hands tightened on her hips and she felt him tense as he came. 

He slowly pulled out of her and she lay down, rolling over. He lay down next to her for a moment, before getting up to dispose of the condom. He then came back to the bed, and helped her remove the cuffs from her wrists and ankles. She took the chain off over her head and put it on the floor. She then lay back and he lay down next to her. She moved over and he kissed her gently

Flame of my Breath

 She nearly jumped when she heard the door ring.

She had been anticipating this moment for days, and had been nervously excited since she woke up this morning.

One last look in the mirror, showed her a brunette with wavy open shoulder length hair, and delicate makeup, wearing a backless top and a black skirt, which was way too short to conceal the fact that she was wearing lingerie stockings.

The doorbell rang again and she ran for the door, hastily pulling it open.

"Hey! Gre-iik." She began when he pulled her out of the door and into a hungry kiss.

She felt the outside wall against her bare back and her palms, and his chest pressing her against it, before she closed her eyes and focused all her attention on his tongue.

Her toes curled inside her socks from the kiss and she felt her knees getting weak.

She had been waiting all week for this.

He broke the kiss and leaned forward, so that she could see the street across his shoulder and the people walking by. 

"Did you to as I told you to?" He whispered in her ear, while his hand pushed her skirt up and felt across her ass.

"Yes" She whispered just as his hand found the metal ass-plug, confirming her words.

"Good girl."He said as his hand moved to her pussy rubbing over it.

She beamed at his words, her mouth slightly opening as a soft moan escaped her.

His body was the only thing in the way of every passerby seeing that she was wet, and not wearing underwear.

Closing her eyes and sinking her teeth into his neck she realized that she did not care about anything except his hand between her legs, moving up and down and rubbing across her clit.

Suddenly he grabbed her hair, pulled her head down and dragged her through the door. 

Bent over, her head at the same height as his hip she awkwardly stumbled after him, exposing her bare ass with the metallic glint of the ass-plug to everyone who might have looked in their direction.

She heard the door slam shut behind them before he pulled her upward. 

Still holding her by the hair he pulled her against him. This time she could feel his erection pressing against her ass cheeks, as he roughly shoved four fingers deep into her mouth.

He moved his fingers in and out of her mouth, and her drool ran down her chin.

"Stay!" He commanded and squatted down.

She bit her lip in anticipation knowing what was about to happen.

He shoved all four fingers inside of her without warning, her wetness and the added lubrication from her saliva making it easy for him.

Then he began forcefully moving his hand up and down in rapid succession, fucking her roughly with his hand.

She screamed from the wonderful assault, pushing her to orgasm in the first few seconds. She could barely keeping standing while spasm cursed through her lower body.

He did not even slow down, and the second orgasm hit her shortly after.

Squirting all over his hand and arm she collapsed, her legs no longer steady enough to keep her upright.

Panting she leaned against the wall enveloped in bliss and a pulsing sensation from her pussy.

"I told you to stay where you were, and you sat down anyway. I think you need to be punished for that."

It was horribly unfair, there was no way she could have kept standing after what he did...and she loved it.

"Yes please." she managed to pant.

"And look what a mess you have made, better clean that up." He said holding his hand before her.

She leaned forward, and began licking his hand clean from her juices, taking time to suck on each finger, and looking him in the eye while doing so. Making sure he understood how much she wanted, needed, this.

When she had licked his hand clean he opened his pants, and she knelt before him, continuing her licking on his dick. Still keeping eye contact and looking up at him while she sucked his dick with everything she had.

"Brace yourself"He said, taking hold of her head with both hands. 

She did so opening her mouth wide and pushing her tongue out.

He began deep throating her, pushing her face all the way against his stomach and his dick down her throat.

Then holding her there for a bit while she ran out of air and tried not to gag.

Before pulling out and repeating the process.

She heard him groan as he came inside her mouth, and she could taste his salty semen on her tongue.

He pulled out, and said:

"Show me how you swallow it."

Looking up at him and smiling she opened her mouth. Then closed it and swallowed, before she opened it again, and pushed out her tongue. To show him she had swallowed everything.

Without warning he grabbed her arms pulling her up and pushing her forward.

Directing her to a table he pushed her down on it belly first, her toes barely touching the floor.

She let out a small yelp as he slapped her exposed ass.

"I really like the stockings."He said in a conversational tone.

Slap.

"The lingerie really looks good on you."

Slap.

"Thank you." Slap "ugfh."

"I like the sound of that you can keep thanking me."

Slap

"Thank you-uuuuu" her voice derailed as he mercilessly pushed his erection inside of her.

He began thrusting into her hard, making the table shake and rubbing her nipples on the table with every thrust. Her mind went blank and instead of thanking him for the irregular hits he gave her ass cheeks, she began just saying "Thank you." every time she exhaled, in time with his thrusts, her breath coming hard and quick as his thrusts did.

She sank into subspace the pain and pleasure mingling in her body. She could feel the ass-plug pushing against his dick making her feel full and yet still hungry for more.

She had no idea how much time had passed and how often she had come, only that she would not mind if the rest of her life was just this mix of rough pleasure.

Then suddenly both his penis and the ass plug were pulled out, and she came, eyes rolling up into her head and groaning, as pleasure shot through her body.

Seconds later she felt dazed, good yet empty and wished for the assault to return.

It just hadn't been enough yet.

She realized he had lifted her up and carried her over to the bed, her thoughts trailing behind reality.

She was no help to him as he undressed her completely and tied her hands over head to the bed. She merely spread her legs and pushed her hips toward him trying to make him understand that he had to finish what he had started without having to say it out loud.

But he just grinned, letting a blindfold and a ball gag dangle before her face.

Very eager to get on with it and continue, she let him blindfold and gag her, but to her surprise he began to gently caress her body, and play with her nipples.

After the rough treatment from before she could barely comprehend this sudden switch.

It felt wonderful, but it just wasn't enough stimulation for her, and since her body signals had failed to get through to him she tried to tell him, that she needed to be taken rough, and that he was driving her insane, tormenting her with this wonderful gentleness.

But the gag made talking impossible, and so all she did was groan and try to wiggle out of her restrains, to kick him, make him angry.

When she felt something pressing against her opening, and gliding in, she thought that he would now finally give her the release she craved.

Then he did begin fucking her again, but slowly, ever so slowly. She tried to push against him, increase the friction, but he just retreated a little until her arms were stretched to the limit and she could no longer follow his movements.

Without warning a sudden hot pain bloomed across, her right breast, making her whimper into the gag, before it slowly dimmed down. She heard him laugh, and seconds later a similar pain spread across her right breast, and she arched her back, groaning into the gag.

It took her overloaded mind a while to understand that he was dripping hot wax on her.

The slow continues pleasure from her lower body was amplified through the sudden bursts of heat appearing without warning all over her body. On her legs, her belly, her nipples.

Each drop making her shiver and draw breathe sharply around the gag.

She felt helpless, unable to predict where the next drop would land, and unable to stop it, and loving how she felt.

Then for a moment everything was still and silent except for her panting around the gag.

She screamed, and he laughed, as he rammed into her in one violent thrust, while at same moment an Icey cold touched her clit, from the ice cube he had pushed down on it.

She came hard, a muffled scream wrenched from her by the shock and pleasure, as her whole body twitched uncontrollably. Her mind reeling to keep up and failing.

Before she finally sank into blackness of sleep, she tried to thank him one last time, but the gag stopped her...she thought he must know anyway.

I'm not finished with you yet

 Candy walked swiftly to his door. Her mind running over the previous day's agreement. Clutching her coat closer to her body since she only had on delicate black lace lingerie underneath. She stopped in front of his door, taking a deep breath and adjusting her breasts before knocking on the door. Not waiting for a response Candy turned the knob to let herself in. The room was lit and she could see him sitting in a chair opposite staring directly at her. His eyes pierced through her clothing, He knows I'm not wearing anything underneath Candy thought to herself.

They stared each other down for a few moments before he quietly ordered, "Strip."

Candy flashed him a smile, and ever so slowly started to unzip her coat until it was completely open. She shrugged it off onto the floor. Standing with her left hand on her hip, staring at, and challenging the man in front her with her gaze; the man who she would call Master for the entirety of that night.

"Do you like my outfit, Master?"

"I very much like how you look in that outfit, you're missing a crucial item though," He was right of course, Candy very much missed her collar. He quickly produced her collar and swiftly moved so he was standing directly behind her. His hands were already roaming the curves of Candy's body; feeling the lace material of her tights and garter belt. "Promise to be my good girl tonight?"

"I can't promise I'll be good, but I am definitely your girl tonight," Candy replied as her Master screwed the bolt tight on the collar around her neck. Roughly he turned Candy to face him, and kissed her hard. His hands running up and down her curves, grabbing her hips pulling her closer to him.

Candy kissed her Master with matching intensity. She felt him unclasp her bra, and watched as it hit the floor. Gently, he pulled her head back exposing her neck, and connected the matching leash. "Up," He commanded. Candy quickly put her hand on his shoulders, and jumped to clasp her legs around his torso. Her master carried her to the bedroom, where the ropes were already laid out on the bed. Once over the bed, he laid Candy down, and tied her hands to the headboard. He pulled off her remaining articles of clothing, and begins to kiss up and down the inside of Candy's leg. Ever so slowly, teasingly slow, kissing his way to Candy's clit. He paused, his mouth hovering right over her clit. Candy could feel his breath on her clit. She stared down at him, her eyes pleading. Master locked eyes with her, sensing the tension in her body, he gently blew a stream of cold air on her clit before lifting himself up and moved away from the bed.

"Why'd you stop?" Candy whimpered.

Her Master shot her a devilish grin and reached just out of her view to get something.

Suddenly Candy saw a blindfold, and then she saw nothing but darkness. Taking away one sense always heightens the others. Next Candy felt her breasts and nipples being pinched and massaged, "Tell me how much you like having your nipples pinched,"

"It makes me so incredibly wet, Master." Candy stammered as he continued to play with her nipples. Then she felt cold metal against her breast. Master, one at a time kissed and teased each nipple with his tongue before attaching the nipple clamp. Soon as the second one was in place, Candy felt her Master's tongue slide over her clit. Candy sharply inhaled; before she could exhale he attacked full force licking, and sucking on her clit. "Oh fuck, Master, master, can I cum?" Candy exhaled quickly knowing that she was about to cum no matter what his answer. He didn't respond, only continuing to pleasure her, this time moving his tongue inside of her. Candy moaned, shifting her hips to try and get him deeper inside of her. It worked; she felt his tongue press deeper into her. "Can I cum?" She asked again, her body was beginning to shake.

"No." He stopped completely. Surveying the quivering woman in front of him, taking pride in knowing what power he had over her body, and her pleasure.

Just as quickly as he had stopped, he began again licking and sucking on her clit. Candy's back arched, pleading this time, "Please, Master, let me cum, may I cum?" Still no answer. Candy couldn't take the stimulation anymore, with her back arched, and her hips shaking she let out a moan, and came.

"Did you just cum without my permission? Bad girl." He pulled on her nipple clamps, Candy let out a moan of pain and pleasure. Her Master quickly flipper her over, exposing her ass to him. He quickly bit her left cheek and spanked her with a paddle. Candy loved being spanked, every time her ass was struck she let out a short little moan, mixed with a sharp inhale. "Are you ready to try again?" he cooed.

"Yes, Master," Candy answered into the mattress below her. He quickly flipped her back over so she was on her back. Her Master kissed her roughly, open mouth, so she would taste herself on his tongue.

"Open your mouth," Candy did so, and felt her Master's index and middle finger slide in. Candy sucked and licked his index and middle fingers, until he removed them, and oh so slowly inserted both fingers one at a time inside of her very wet pussy. Candy gasped, she was very wet. He began to gently pump his fingers back and forth, massaging her clit with his tongue again. It didn't take long before Candy felt herself building to an orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes," Candy moaned. Sensing her approaching orgasm, Master slowed his pace, until he was completely still inside of her, carefully he added another finger. Candy let out a moan, and tried to move her hips. "Don't move," he ordered. Candy let out a huff, she was terrible at this game, and he knew it. Again she tried to move her hips to get closer to her impending orgasm. "Don't move," he repeated. Candy let out another frustrated huff before complying. "Good girl," He pushed his fingers even deeper into Candy and began rapidly moving them in and out, but this time his tongue was on her ass.

"Can, can I cum?" Candy moaned.

"Yes, cum for me." Candy's whole body began to shake as she felt that sense of euphoria wash over her. This didn't stop her Master from continuing his actions. He pushed another finger into Candy's pussy and mercilessly continued to eat her ass. Her last orgasm had barely ended, when Candy pleaded to cum again. "Yes, cum again," Another wave of euphoria raced through her. Candy felt his tongue push its way into her ass. She let out another moan. "Do you want more?" He asked.

"yes, yes, yes," Candy begged.

''What do you want?"

"I want to feel a toy in my ass and you inside of me!" She exclaimed, as he toyed with her nipple clamps. They had been warming Candy up for anal for months now. This would be the first time to have both at once though.

His hands left Candy's body for a moment, and she could hear him rummage, for what she hoped was the bejeweled plug and lube. He flipped her onto her side, she knew she was right, when she felt him begin to massage her asshole with lots of lube, and very slowly inserted the bejeweled plug. Candy loved the jewel on the end of the plug because, "I feel like I shit diamonds,"

The plug made her feel very full, and even wetter for his dick. "Open your mouth, I want to face-fuck you first," Candy did as she was told, and felt her Master's dick enter her mouth, and the back of her throat. She took all of it, swallowing deep, as he rocked back and forth in her mouth. Candy licked and sucked all that she could before he quickly removed himself, pushed her face down into the bed, added more lube and plunged himself deep into her very, very wet pussy. Candy let out her loudest moan yet. She held tightly to her bonds as her Master fucked deep into her. When he hit her cervix Candy let out another long moan, her ass muscles squeezed tight around the plug as she felt herself beginning to build to an orgasm. He smacked her ass hard, Candy cried out. "I'm going to cum, can I cum?"

"Yes." Candy moaned and let go as her orgasm over took her. Master continued to pound into her cervix while she came. Before she had barely finished that orgasm, he reached underneath her to pinch her nipple even more,

"Cum," he commanded. Candy didn't have words to agree, but her body began to shake again, and all her muscles tightened as she came again. "Good girl," He said breathless, as he slowed his furious thrusting, giving Candy a moment to gather her thoughts before he bit her shoulder and pushed the plug a little bit deeper. Then resumed his furious pace of slamming into her. Candy felt her Master begin to tense, and speed up even more. He was going to cum soon. He grabbed her hips hard, and asked Candy, "Where do you want my cum, dirty slut?"

"Inside of me," Candy moaned, as she was on the edge of another orgasm, but she didn't dare cum without his permission, not again at least. She wanted to end together. His thrusting increased even more, he was close Candy could feel it.

"Cum for me!" Her Master exclaimed, as he began to cum himself. Candy obliged and the two shared the most powerful orgasm of the night. She felt him cum inside of her, and relax.

As he pulled out, he gently kissed the bite mark on her shoulder and the few on her ass before very, very gently pulling out the bejeweled plug and tossing it to the floor. He delicately rolled Candy over, and released her nipples. Making sure to kiss each one of them gingerly. Next he untied her hands, and finally removed her blindfold. He looked deep into her eyes and kissed her passionately, while pulling her close to this body to hold. The two lay cuddled together, his arms wrapped fully around her, kissing her forehead, with her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"You are my goddess," He confessed while looking deep into Candy's eyes, and then kissed her deeply. The paid drifted off into dreamland while holding each other.

Midna

 As instructed, I sit on the edge of the bed. Black corset, matching thong, garter belt, thigh high stockings and black heels. My hair is down and curled. Just the way he likes it. Mascara on my lashes and a hint of blush on my cheeks. He loves a little blush on my face. Especially when he's the cause. The lights are dimmed and the only sound I hear is the increasing beat of my heart. Any moment he will walk through that door, and my body is already calling out for him. The lace on my corset is itchy but I don't mind. It's his favorite lingerie set and the look in his eyes when he sees me wearing it, nothing can compare. 

I hear the front door open and close. Instinctively my arms move behind my back, crossing just above my bottom and I look down. In mere moments I will feel the warmth of his touch on my humming skin and my stomach clenches in excitement, juices pooling in my panties. The bedroom door opens and I wait. I hear him walk closer and soon his shoes are in my line of sight. His hand moves to my face and caresses my cheek pulling my chin up to meet his eyes. "You look beautiful princess. Did you miss Daddy today?" 

"Of course." 

His grip tightens on my chin. 

"Of course, what darling?"

I smile.

"Of course, Daddy."

"That's a good girl. Were you naughty today princess?"

"Yes Daddy. I thought of you a lot today. You and your cock. The things I wanted you to do to me. It made me very wet."

"Why don't you lie down baby girl. Show Daddy how good those thoughts made you feel."

He moves to the chair in the corner of the room and sits. Eyeing me as I lie down on the bed. 

"Spread your legs for me baby girl."

I do. 

"Mmm that's it. Now how did it feel thinking of Daddy's cock all day princess?"

"Amazing. I'm so wet and turned on. I can feel my pulse between my legs. I just need you to touch me. Please Daddy."

"In time love, for now I want to watch you. Show me what the thought of my cock does to you baby girl."

I spread my legs further, placing my hands on my neck. I begin to caress myself. I move my hands from my neck to my chest. Massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples before moving them down my stomach and to my thighs. Hands shaking, I run them up and down my thighs. Moving closer to their insides, closer to my sex. I slide my hands between my legs, push against my sex and I quiver. I look into his eyes and he nods. Left hand toying with my nipple, I slide my right hand beneath my panties and begin to rub my clit. Instantly I throw my head back in pleasure. The feeling is unbelievable and knowing he is sitting just feet away watching me as I pleasure myself thinking only of him just intensifies every feeling. 

I continue to rub, feeling my pleasure increase, my orgasm building slowly. 

"Does that feel good princess?" He eggs me on. 

"Mmm yes Daddy. So so good."

"Harder princess. Rub harder."

"Yes Daddy." And I do. 

My orgasm begins to build quicker. I'm getting close. I can feel a warmth starting beneath my fingers and it spreads through me. Lighting a fire within me that I'm sure will split me in two. The muscles in my legs begin to tighten and I'm squirming. My breath is getting harder as the fire spreads. I'm getting close. 

"Don't you dare cum baby girl. If anyone is going to make you cum, it will be me. Keep rubbing but slow down. And keep your eyes closed." I obey. 

I can hear him moving. I've slowed down but the orgasm is still at bay. He slides his fingers through my hair, grabbing a fistful as he gets to the back of my head and he kisses me. It's a short kiss but so powerful. I whimper as he pulls away. Before I have time to react, a scarf is placed over my eyes and I'm blindfolded. He lands a kiss on my forehead and releases my hair. Trailing kissed across my chest as I continue to rub my clit. 

He stands and I can hear him moving away from me, clothes rustling as he removes his shirt. I feel the bed dip as he sits on the bed at my feet and removes my heels. He takes my feet and places them on his lap, starting with the right foot, he begins to rub them. The comfort of the foot rub, the slight tickle and the fire waiting to burst within me, it's all driving me over the edge and my climax builds even more. 

"Slow down darling. Not quite yet."

He slides his hands up my leg to the top of my stockings. Unclasping them from my garter, he begins to slide them down very slowly, placing a kiss at the arch of each foot when they are removed. 

"Would you like Daddy to take over now princess?"

"God yes! Daddy please I need to feel you."

"You've listened well tonight, I suppose you deserve a little of Daddy's attention. I'm going to take these panties off you baby girl. Then I want you to put your knees to your chest, arms presses against the sides of your calves. Do you understand baby?" 

"Yes Daddy." 

With my panties off, I lift my legs and hold my arms in place. I feel the slight scratch of rope as he begins to wrap it around each leg, securing my arms to my legs insuring I will not be able to move them, or lie my legs down. He then ties each ankle to the bed post. Spreading my legs even wider. Then I feel it. His breath on my thighs just before he begins to place kisses all over their insides. 

When he stills, my breath catches and my heart is pounding. I yell out when I feel his hot, wet tongue slide from my asshole to my clit. And when he sucks my swollen bud into his mouth, my body stiffens. 

"So wet and so sweet princess. Are you ready to cum?"

"YES!! Yes Daddy please?! Please Daddy may I cum? I can't hold it Daddy please?"

"Hold it."

I bite my lip so hard I can taste a hint of blood and I hold it. But it builds. And builds. Like a balloon getting overfilled with water, it soon will burst. 

"Cum for Daddy baby."

And I do. The fire erupts from my clit to my toes and to my head. Legs shaking, eyes watering, my nails digging into the skin on my legs, I scream. He doesn't stop sucking my clit. And as my climax continues to erupt, he slips a finger into my soaking sex and beings pumping quickly. In and out prolonging my orgasm. As I begin to come down, he slides another finger inside of me and slows down his pace. When the shaking subsides, he removes his fingers from my peach and places them at my mouth. 

"Taste what Daddy has done to you princess."

I eagerly open my mouth and taste his fingers. I love tasting myself on him. 

"Mmm Daddy's dirty little girl, huh?"

With a smile on my face, fingers still in my mouth, I nod. 

"Just the way I like her. Are you ready to taste daddy now princess?"

"Mmm please Daddy."

He pushes his fingers deeper into my mouth, making me gag and pulls them back out. Moving down the bed, he begins to untie my ankle, then my arms gently massaging them to assist with my blood flow. Still blindfolded, he takes hold of my hair and moves me off the bed and onto my knees. I slide my hands up his legs to his belt. My heart skips a beat as I remove it, handing it to him for later use. I undo his pants and slide them and his boxers down reaching for his cock as he kicks them the rest of the way off. 

My stomach clenches as I wrap my hand around him feeling his girth. Mouth watering, I place a kiss on his swollen head, smiling at the feel of precum covering my lips as I snake my tongue out for a taste. His grip on my hair tightens and he pulls my head closer to him forcing his cock into my mouth. I gag as it reaches my throat but take it further anyway. Loving the feel of my throat wrapping itself around his head and shaft, him holding my head in place as his cock pulses within my mouth, and he moans in pleasure. Just as it begins to become too hard to breathe, he pulls out of my mouth only to start fucking it. Slowly at first, relishing in the warmth and wetness of my mouth, then faster. Using my hair to guide my head and my mouth, he moves inside of me harder. Moaning every time he slides down my throat. I can feel him swelling within me. Feel his orgasm approaching as he gets rougher and louder. 

"Are you ready for Daddy's cum my little slut?"

I nod. 

"I want you to swallow every drop baby girl. One drop missed and you will be punished. Understood?"

Again, I nod. 

Tightening his grip on my hair he shoves his cock into my mouth and once again down my throat. With another squeeze and slight thrust he releases himself down my throat. Spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum squirting down my throat so fast I can't keep up. It gathers in my mouth and when he pulls himself out some drips out of my mouth, down my chin and onto my breasts. 

My heart stops and I hear him. 

"Tsk tsk tsk princess, you disobeyed. You know what this means. On the bed. Cheek to the sheets ass in the air."

Heart racing, partly out of fear, mostly out of anticipation, I move. 

I hear the metal of the belt clinking as he comes toward me. "We're going to do eight today darling. Are you ready to count?" 

"Of course, Daddy."

**SMACK**

"1..." 

**SMACK** 

"2..." 

**SMACK** 

"3..." 

**SMACK** 

"4..." 

**SMACK** 

"5..." 

**SMACK** 

"6..." 

**SMACK** 

"7..." 

**SMACK** 

"8..." 

My ass is on fire and I know I will have a problem sitting for a while, but I can feel my juices running down my leg and an insatiable need to be fucked growing within my stomach. He kisses my cheeks all over. Gently caressing me as he tells me what a good girl I am. He slips a hand between my legs and feels my wetness. "Are you ready for Daddy's cock love?" I nod and shake my ass. "Mmm quite the little slut are we princess?" 

"Yes Daddy." 

"Tell me who's slut you are baby. I want to hear it." 

"Your slut Daddy, only yours." He takes hold of my pussy. 

"This is MINE. Do you hear me? Mine. No one else's. Only mine." 

"God yes Daddy, of course. Yours. Only yours!"

Removing his hand, he slams into my opening. Taking hold of my hair again, he pulls me back to meet his thrusts. Getting harder and faster with each one. "Take your blindfold off baby and look at Daddy." I slide it off and turn around, looking him in the eye for only the second time since he came home. With his right hand in my hair, he places the thumb of his left at my ass, pushing gently at first, he works his way into my tight hole. As he starts moving his thumb in and out of my ass I feel another orgasm building and judging by the ferocity of his thrusts, I know he's close too. I begin to push myself against him even harder now. Feeling the full effect of his thickness as he continuously bottoms out inside of me. He removes his finger from my backside and wraps his arm around me in search of my clit, rubbing hard and fast when he reaches it. 

"Cum for me princess." He whispers in my ear.

And I do. I explode. Screaming his name as I reach my release. I can feel my muscles attacking him within me as he continues to pursue his own climax. My muscles milking his cock as he pulls out of me. With one final thrust, he bites into my shoulder and releases himself inside of me. He stays there for a beat before he gently releases my shoulder and pulls himself out of me, kissing my welted ass before I collapse to the bed. 

He disappears for a second before returning with a hot towel and begins to wipe my legs and sex of the mixture of our juices. When I am clean to his satisfaction, he climbs into bed beside me pulling me to him, my back to his front, fingers gently brushing my hair and whispers, "Sweet dreams princess." And we drift to sleep.

Lay claim

"Ahh!" yelled Abby as her husband Shawn walked up her, bent over, wrapped an arm around her legs and threw her over his shoulder. "Where are you taking me?" she asked when he started to walk towards the stairs in their living room up to the second floor. 

Shawn remained silent, listening to his wife squeak as he carried her to their bedroom. It had been a long day and Shawn, a 28-year old man whose cock seemed hell-bent on impregnating Abby, had not fucked her in over 48 hours; far too long for a man with his voracious sexual appetite. Once at the top of the stairs Shawn turned and started down the hallway to the bedroom, smiling when he heard Abby's excited "Oohhh" coming from behind him.

Immediately after entering the room, Shawn tossed his wife on to the bed and took a second to admire her 5 foot frame, which made her D-cup tits seem much larger by comparison. As he quickly licked his lips as he prepared to ravage her body, Abby looked up at him and playfully asked "Are we going to take a shower?"

"Yes" replied Shawn as he reached down and grabbed Abby by the back of her neck. "Yes we are." Shawn pulled Abby up into a sitting position and proceeded to rip her shirt off over the top of her head before untying her pants and shoving her back onto the bed. Obediently, Abby lifted her hips to help her husband remove her remaining clothes. Shawn smiled as he grabbed her pants with both hands, making sure her underwear were also in his grasp, and pulled them down over her legs before throwing them into a heap in the corner of the room. With his own shirt already off, Shawn unbuttoned his shorts as Abby started to sit back up.

"I don't recall telling you to sit up." said Shawn as he used one hand to shove Abby back down on to the bed once more while removing his shorts with his other hand. Abby looked up at her husband standing over her then down at his hardening, now naked cock. "But this isn't showering..." Abby started to say as Shawn proceeded to climb onto the bed next to her, moving one hand under her head and the other between her legs. "Shut up" he said simply as he slid his fingers along the back of her head and up her scalp. Once he found what his instinct told him was the 'right' spot, Shawn grabbed a fist full of Abby's hair and pulled her head towards his, forcing their lips together as Abby struggled in vain to resist.

Abby was accustomed to her husband's sexual onslaughts and liked to tease him, goading him on by resisting his attempts to have sex with her. This resistance took on many forms, from playful denials of interest in sexual activity to trying to turn and squirm away as he would touch and play with her body. She knew Shawn loved to dominate her every bit as much as she loved being dominated; resisting him and making him force her to have sex with him only made their encounters that much hotter. 

While Shawn knew full well how Abby loved being forced to take his cock, he was a kind and respectful person and did not really want to hurt his wife's self-image or truly force her to do something she did not want to do. As a result, despite burning with desire to fuck her like a human cum-dumpster and force her to deep throat his cock as he fucked it with his 8 inch cock like a pussy, he had always resisted the urge. Today though, something was different. Shawn felt empowered to push the envelope and see how far he could go.

With his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, Abby felt her husband's hand grab her knee and pull her legs apart, exposing her moistening pussy. Shawn's fingers then slid lightly up her inner thigh, sending tingling chills up her leg as he tickled her on his way to her hole. Slowly and lightly, his fingers circled her labia as he teased her, only occasionally grazing over her clit. Pulling her head tighter into his, Shawn laid his hand on top of her pussy so the tip of his middle finger was just outside her hole, then slid it just inside her. He slowly swirled his finger around in circles, collecting moisture from her and occasionally pressing harder against her g-spot, causing her to moan slightly into his mouth as he continued to aggressively make out with her.

Once he was satisfied that his finger was wet enough, Shawn slid his hand up her pussy mound slightly so that the tips of his fingers were positioned directly over Abby's clit. Shawn pressed down into her mound on either side of her clit with his index and ring fingers, causing it to stick out, and began flicking it with his moist middle finger. Abby started writhing with pleasure; it felt very similar to her husband's tongue when he would eat her out. Abby started bucking harder and wilder as her husband's finger flicking her clit began to move faster and with increasing pressure. Once she started moaning louder into his mouth, Shawn started moving his hand in rhythm with his finger. Her clit burst with pleasure as it was massaged from both sides while still feeling like his tongue on the end, causing her to rocket closer and closer to cumming.

Shawn pulled his head away from Abby's mouth while yanking down on her hair, causing her head to tilt back. "You really like this, don't you?" Shawn said. "You like it when I make you feel good like this?" he added as he turned his naked body around and threw his right leg over his wife's head, straddling her while continuing to rub her clit. Abby heard him but couldn't respond; all that came out of her mouth were moans and squeaks of pleasure. "Now it's time to make your husband feel good." Shawn lowered his hips so his cock was at the entrance to his wife's mouth and after taking a moment to relish in the tension and excitement, pushed the head of his cock inside. "Oh, damn" he exclaimed as Abby's tongue immediately began swirling around his cock, massaging every bit of it that was inside her mouth while she simultaneously sucked. "Fuck, that feels awesome."

Shawn stopped massaging her clit. Up to this point, aside from throwing his wife over his shoulder and subsequently onto the bed, he had not strayed outside his comfort zone for their sexuality. Now was when he decided it was time to start pushing her, taking from her the pleasure he had always wanted to but hadn't. He always saw the two of them fundamentally as equals on all levels, even though he knew she wanted him to take more charge in the relationship. She had even told him so, though not in a strictly sexual sense. Abby had repeatedly told her husband how much she disliked having to make decisions and preferred him to just make them. Shawn had noticed this pattern quickly, but regularly encouraged her to stand up for her own interested and make her own decisions rather than be subservient to someone else's whims rather than take advantage of this to completely control his wife. He truly and deeply loved her, wanting only the best for her and having observed that others often took advantage of her sought to help build her up. Now that it seemed like she was generally reaching this point in her life, he felt like he could safety take her sexually the way he had always wanted to without risking her general resolve in life. One way in which he had resisted fucking her the way he wanted was orally. He wanted nothing more than to sink his cock balls deep into her mouth, but she always had difficulty deep throating his big dick. Today was the day to push it.

And he did push it. Shawn slid the head of his cock out of his wife's mouth then pushed it back in to where he usually had stopped and started fucking her mouth at that depth. "Mmm, fuck yes." he said, savoring the pleasure of his wife's tongue massaging his cock. This had also generally been the extent of his dirty talk during sex, despite the far more depraved thoughts running though his head, but today was the day to push it. "I love fucking that dirty mouth of yours. Oh fuck, that fucking whore mouth feels so good on my cock." he added. Shawn could feel Abby moaning on his dick, encouraging him even more.

"You want me to lick your pussy, you fucking whore?" In the past, Shawn had always eaten his wife out whenever he lied on top of her with his dick in her mouth. Since today was the day to push it, he was going to take whatever pleasure he wanted from her before giving her any of her own. "If you want that pussy licked you better suck that dick really good bitch. Fucking take that cock deep in your fucking mouth. Oh fuck, that's good. Fuck that whore mouth feels so good on my dick. Fuck, fuck, oh fuck yes. You better fucking pleasure your husband's cock with that mouth really fucking good if you want that pussy licked!"

Abby, lying underneath her husband with his cock violating her mouth, was enthralled. Where was this all coming from? she wondered. She always wanted to please her husband, but now he was demanding it as his right. With her pussy aching to be licked Abby succumbed to her husband's commands as he started fucking his cock deeper into her mouth, past the point where he usually stopped; where her gag reflex usually kicked in. She relaxed and gave in to him, wanting only to make him happy. She felt his cock sliding through her mouth and into her throat, then back out, only to plunge back in again, over and over.

"Oh Fuck!" Shawn practically yelled as he began shoving his cock deeper into his wife's mouth than he'd ever managed before. Sliding from her mouth into her throat was ecstatic. The feeling her of tongue sliding over his shaft and she sucked and swallowed his dick easily rivaled the way her pussy felt when he fucked it. Looking down, he could see that he still wasn't all the way in, but seeing her head tilted back with only an inch or two of his cock sticking out of her mouth as he repeatedly fucked it added a whole extra level to the already awesome feeling of his wife's throat as it spasmed around his rock hard cock. "Fucking god, that fucking whore mouth feels so fucking good! You're such a dirty little fucking slut. Look at you, with your fucking mouth getting plowed by my big dick. Fucking take that cock deep in your little fuck slut mouth. You're my little fuck slut, and I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are. God fucking damn."

Shawn slid back to the tip, letting Abby massage his head with her tongue, before sliding all the way in and burying his cock all the way into her throat and leaving it there. "Holy fucking shit. What a fucking whore!" he yelled at Abby as he felt her gagging, spasming throat massaging the length of his cock. It felt fucking incredible. He loved every second of it as he used his wife like his personal whore, fucking her mouth for his pleasure and his alone as he forced her to service him. It was a huge rush, dominating her completely and reducing her to his fuck toy. He left his cock buried down her throat until he was satisfied with her submission to his violation of her, then pulled out so she could breathe, and started fucking her mouth with the entire length of his dick. "Fuck, you're such a good fucking whore. You really can pleasure your husband's cock. Keep this up and I'll have to fucking devour your cunt."

Hearing her husband's pleasure as he used her mouth like a fuck sleeve for his pleasure make Abby's pussy so wet it was dripping down her thighs. She desperately wanted his tongue on her clit, but the only way that was going to happen was if she kept deep throating his dick. She wanted to be the best whore she could and completely opened her throat for him to use and abuse. She felt one of her husband's hands reach down and grab the back of her neck as he started to thrust into her mouth harder with his entire dick. Her gag reflex was going crazy, but she desperately needed him to lick her pussy and there was no way he would do that if she stopped him or threw up, so she held it back like a good whore.

"Fuck yes" she heard her husband say and without warning her clit erupted in pleasure as she felt his mouth clamp down around it, his tongue rapidly flicking over it roughly. He continued his penetration of her throat as he licked her, moving his head from side to side as he did. With his tongue moving up, down and side to side over her little knob she felt him fasten his lips around it and start sucking too.

"Uuuhmmm... Ohhhh" Abby started moaning audibly around her husband's cock, increasing his pleasure even more. This gave him even more encouragement. He started fucking her mouth faster, relishing the combined feelings of her moans and her throat spasming around his cock each time he buried it balls deep in her mouth.

"Fuck, you really are a fucking whore. You love this, you love having your fucking whore mouth fucked by my big cock like this. Oh fuck, keep making my cock feel like this, you fuck slave" Shawn yelled coming up from her clit. He was letting go of his last restraints as he plunged back down on her clit, positioning his face so his nose was rubbing the opening of her hole as he went back to lapping up her clit. 

Abby felt an incredible sensation as her orgasm was got closer and closer. She was her husband's personal fuck bitch for him to take any way he wanted, when ever he wanted it. The feeling in her clit was amazing as she gave herself completely to the man who owned her. "Ohhh, OHHHHH! MMMMMM Yes!" Abby started yelling, opening her mouth as she started to shake, shiver and explode as she came, swept away by her orgasm. Waves of pleasure crashed over her as she writhed about, loving every second of her husband's onslaught of her mouth, pussy and clit. Her pussy contracted around Shawn's nose, pushing it out of her hole as her whole body seized up.

"Cumming is no excuse not to keep sucking my dick, you fucking whore." Shawn was pleased that his wife was cumming as hard as it felt like she was, but she was his fuck slave and her primary duty was to service him. Not wanting to displease him, Abby quickly wrapped her lips back around his cock and started licking the length of his shaft again. Shawn stopped stimulating his wife's clit and went back to focusing on his own pleasure, deciding to punish her for her momentary lapse. "A good wife puts her husband's pleasure first, cunt. You are my wife and my fuck slave. I expect you to keep sucking me and pleasuring me with your mouth as long as I want to fuck your face. You got that, bitch?" Shawn looked down and watched the wonderful sight of his cock disappearing down Abby's throat as he plunged in, pulled out and shoved himself deep inside her again, thinking only of how good this made him feel to completely fuck his slave. Her obedience and willingness to service him turned him on even more. He watched his cock as he pulled out to the tip, then slowly slid all 8 inches back down her throat and left it there. "Good slaves never stop pleasuring their masters, no matter what. You need to learn that. Fucking pleasure my cock. Gag on it. Fuck yes, fucking make it feel soooo fucking good." He left his cock buried in her throat for about 30 seconds as she started to spasm and shake all over, running out of air. Shawn had never felt anything like this in his life before - forcibly taking from his wife's mouth all the pleasure he could from her suffering.

After what felt like an eternity without air, gagging on her husband's cock as he held it in her throat, Abby finally felt Shawn withdraw from her mouth. She looked at him as he turned around and roughly grabbed her by the throat. "Good fucking girl," he said to her as he forcibly kissed her. She felt relieved that he approved of her cock sucking. She was worried that he would be displeased since he hadn't cum. Without taking his hand off her throat Shawn slammed his wife back down onto the bed, grabbed her by the shoulder with his other hand, positioned himself between her legs and rammed his cock into her pussy in one thrust. "Hhhmmpff" was all she could say as her husband choked her.

"Oh fuck, that's good." Shawn said as he started to saw himself in and out of her little slit. He put his other hand on her throat and wrapped them all the way around it, tightened his grip and started using his hold on her to slam her down onto his cock as he thrust up into her. "Oh yes, what a good little fuck slave. I love fucking using you like this, like the cheap dirty whore you are. My personal little fucking whore."

Shawn relished in the feeling of using his wife like an inanimate object, slamming her dripping wet pussy down onto his cock over and over by the throat. Abby loved it too. She loved it when her husband just took charge and fucked her how he wanted. She was his, all she ever wanted was to be his and to make him happy. She couldn't help but cum over and over on his cock as he used her for his pleasure. She couldn't even think - she was in pure heaven.

"Holy shit, you fucking love this!" Shawn exclaimed as he looked at his wife's face and saw one of the biggest smiles he had ever seen as he made her into his personal pleasure toy. He slid one of his hands up through her hair and grabbed a fist full while moving his other hand to the center of her throat, pushing down as he choked her. He leaned in closer to her. "Is this what you fucking want? Do you want me to grab you, throw you down and fuck you like a cheap fucking whore? Do you want to be my personal little fucking fuck slave? I'll do it, I'll turn you into my own little toy to use and fuck however, whenever and wherever I fucking want. You're fucking mine and you love it. You better get used to this you fucking cunt. Your my slave now, I own you. I own that tight little pussy of yours and that nasty fucking mouth."

This was almost too much for Abby. It was like her husband had finally read her mind and said everything she wanted. She couldn't tell him herself - she was a good girl; good girls don't do these things, but being used as her husband's personal sex slave was an amazing feeling. She completely surrendered to him. "Tell me your my little fucking whore. Tell me you're my personal sex slave," she her her husband order her. She couldn't respond; she was paralyzed by the wonderful pulsating pleasure wracking its way through her body. She felt his grip on her neck tighten as he pulled back on her hair even more. It hurt sooo good. "I want to hear you say it." His mouth was right next to her ear now. "Say you're my fucking whore."

"I'm.. your fucking whore." Abby finally managed to say.

"Yes, you're my fucking whore, my fucking bitch, and I'm gonna fuck you like it." Shawn grunted into her ear. She felt him use his grip on her hair to pull her off his cock and slam her back down onto it. She shuddered and her pussy clamped down around his cock as she came again.

Shawn felt his wife's cunt gripping his cock like a vice. He should have claimed her has his fuck toy long ago, he thought as he continued to pile drive himself into her. He could feel his dick slamming into the back of her pussy. That was one thing he loved about his wife's pussy that made it better than any other pussy he'd ever fucked - it was the perfect size for his cock. When he slammed it all the way in he could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her cunt hole. At a slight angle he could hit her cervix and push slightly into her uterus. He loved dumping his loads of cum directly into her uterus, and it drove her wild when he did. 

Shawn took his hand off Abby's neck and wrapped it under the small of her back, then he lifted her up off the bed so she was suspended in the air like the fuck toy she was and started fucking her entire body onto his dick. This gave him a great angle to plunge his cock into her cervix. "AHHH! FUUUUU....UCK! YES!" Abby yelled as she felt her husband's cock slamming into her repeatedly.

"Fuck yes, you're my fucking sex slave and I'm going to treat you like one, cunt!" Shawn yelled at her as he slammed her harder and harder. "I'm gonna fucking cum in you and dump all my fucking cum into that tight little cunt hole!" It was fucking awesome to cum in his new slave as he degraded her, making her into the cunt she was, good for nothing but pleasuring his cock. Shawn slammed his new slave down one more time, making absolutely sure to get every bit of the length of his raging dick buried inside of her tight cunt hole as he could. He was able to get the head of his cock past the cervix, which gripped his cock like a pussy within a pussy, milking him completely dry and he shot rope after rope of his hot sperm into her womb. He shuddered as he tilt his head back, eyes closed, moaning loudly as he was swept away by the sensation. They stayed like that for over a minute as their climaxes subsided. Shawn relaxed and his wife fell to the bed. He reached over and grabbed one of the hand rags they kept by the side of the bed for this sort of occasion, taking time to make out in the process as he slowly withdrew his still hard cock. He pulled his head back from hers and slapped her cheek as he grabbed her face with his free hand. "You're fucking mine now," he said with a big grin on his face. Abby looked up submissively into his eyes with her own smile on her face. He was right, she was his, and she couldn't have been happier.

Bow or Kneel

 Stephanie sat back down at her desk after another long day. Looking at the mounds of paperwork that await her weary eyes. Her voice was tired, and her body ached from her work managing the small factory. Playing back the day in her head slowly as always to make sure she did not forget anything of importance that needs to be done before leaving for the day.

"Ugh!" she grunted in frustration. "Running this factory properly is becoming so mundane."

It had become so natural to be in charge, giving orders out, but having to answer the same questions every day was wearing her young soul thin. On this day, Stephanie once again found herself in front of her computer, finishing her paperwork for the week, just like she had in every other week since she had taken charge of the company. She glanced up at the screen and noticed a pop-up ad for an online personals service.

"Hmmm. I wonder if I could meet someone real through a website like that." She sighed and decided against clicking on the banner.

"I am so tired of being in charge of everything," she thinks, as she signs more documents on her desk. "I really need to find a place where no one knows me and where I'm not responsible for every single thing that happens."

Stephanie finished her last few tasks and prepared to turn off her computer, but she glanced at the monitor before closing the window. A new ad had appeared, different from the first. She read it carefully, gaining interest with each word:

TIRED OF BEING IN CONTROL? WANT TO LET GO?

DON'T LOOK ANY FURTHER! YOU WILL FIND IT HERE!

Stephanie could not believe her eyes. "Is this what I am looking for?" she asked herself. She had no choice -- she clicked on the ad with hardly a moment of hesitation. The ad had drawn her to it for a reason she could not explain. "Maybe there, I can let go of my control and someone else can make all the hard choices."

She got out of her chair for a moment, walked to her private bathroom, and stood still as she looked into the mirror. "I used to think I was attractive but I've lost that glow somewhere along the way." Stephanie knew her appearance was still very arousing to most, but it fell well short of what it had been. "I'm still young. Where did my glow disappear to?" She looked at herself closely.

Her breasts were still voluptuous and perky. She opened her suit jacket and unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse. The curves were just right; she stepped back and admired them. "Mmm, I still have a tight body, even if no man has touched it in so long." Stephanie rubbed over her ample breasts and felt her nipples becoming aroused as she touched them through her shirt and bra. She bit her bottom lip and glided her hand down her flat stomach. Her womanhood ached badly as her touch approached.

"I haven't let a man touch me in so long. Dating is so much trouble. I wish I could just let go and let someone else make their demands clear to me."

Her hand stopped over her pleasure zone and pulled her skirt up, revealing a garter belt and a pair of black panties that fit her shaved womanhood perfectly. Stephanie ran a finger under her panties, tormenting herself slightly as she watched it move in the mirror. The motion brought some life to her body. She knew now that she had to go to that site and seek out a different lifestyle. She let out a sigh and brought her hand back to her side. She took a final look at her stern, worn expression and knew she had to make a change now before she could lose her courage.

She walked back to her desk and opened the website. The site seemed to be out of her comfort zone, but for some reason she could not leave. She read over all the information and decided to move forward. She felt her body reacting to every word she read.

"I think that I need this very, very badly." Her pulse heightened as she filled out her information. "I've never let anyone command me before but I need a release."

Her eyes lit up as she discovered that a Dominant man might select her from her profile within a week. Her heart raced faster: "I know that I want this, but there are so many questions I want to ask." Her mind flew to all the possible consequences of her naive choice to let someone control her. Once her profile was complete, Stephanie decided to check back everyday for a response. Feeling that she had been descriptive enough, she saved her profile and closed the site quickly before she could change her mind. "Well, that's done. I can always ignore any responses and just forget about it."

She knew in the back of her mind that nothing would be further from the truth. She needed this experience of release to bring her soul back to life. As Stephanie turned off the light in her office, she realized that she has made a huge change in her life with just one click on an online ad. "I guess important things pop up in our faces when we least expect them."

On Monday morning she entered the factory building for the start of another typical week. She wore her usual work attire -- a dress suit and her hair done up in a bun, all very professional. But on this day ... she was excited. She hadn't checked the website at all over the weekend and could not wait to look.

"Okay, maybe a quick glance. No harm in that."

Her heart was racing, and she felt very nervous for the first time in years. She walked into her office and told her secretary to hold all calls. As she slid into her chair, she marveled that someone like her could actually be drawn to this type of lifestyle. She had always thought of herself as so in control, but she felt inexplicably drawn to this, and all the research she had carried out that weekend confirmed her interest.

Her hands were in knots as she found her way back to the site. She saw that she already had several responses to her ad.

"Wow, I didn't think I'd get one, let alone this many." She read over them all and stopped at one that struck her eye. She reread it twice and knew it was Him. He did not ask any personal questions but simply requested a meet. He offered a legally binding contract for one or more nights with her. The conditions stated that he would be the one to dominate her fully. She became so nervous and excited, and her heart beat so fast that she could barely reply to him. She felt parts of her body awakening that she has not felt since high school.

"This is so different! I feel like a teenager going on her first blind date."

She composed a reply knowing that the final decision would rest with him: if he thought she could handle him, she would receive the contract in the mail within a day for her to sign and have notarized. She hurriedly finished up and turned her focus to her factory. Once she regained her composure, she began her mundane routine for the day.

She was sitting at her desk that afternoon, going over her notes, when she heard her secretary accepting another package from the messaging service.

"Ugh," she thought. "More paperwork to fill out again." Her secretary handed her the envelope. She opened it and quickly rushed her secretary out of the office as she recognized what she held in her hand. "Wow, this was quicker than I expected."

There it was -- the contract, already notarized on his side. He outlined every detail in the text, and her heart raced as she read them. She felt herself glowing at the clarity and directness of his demands. There was no guessing involved. "I knew he was the one for me," she thought. She felt a nervous excitement building within her. She quickly signed her half before she could change her mind, and she called her secretary Derek, in to have it notarized it. Fortunately, the secretary was her best and most trustworthy employee. She knew the contract wouldn't draw any attention and would be treated as private.

She placed the contract back in the envelope and sealed it quickly with her shaking hands, handing it to her secretary and telling her to rush it. She wanted to eliminate every possibility that she might back out of the thrilling arrangement she had just made for that Friday night, at a well-known hotel. Yet, her palms were sweating so much that afternoon that she excused herself from a meeting early, for the first time in years, because her mind kept racing over what she had committed to doing. "I must be crazy. Why did I rush into this? What's going tohappen to me? I know that everything was laid out perfectly, but what happens if either of us breaks the contract?" Her heart was racing in anticipation already, and it was only Monday.

The week seemed to drag by, and her stomach was in knots on Friday morning. She kept asking herself what she had gotten into. She hid most of the day in her office, too nervous to be around anyone. She told her secretary that she wasn't feeling well and that she would do all business by phone. Her body felt impossibly excited and unstable. Her heart kept fluttering, racing at one moment and calming down the next. Her voice even started crackling slightly. "It's a good thing I told everyone I was not well. At least they'll have an explanation for why I am acting off today."

She could not watch the clock on the wall anymore; it seemed that time was crawling forward at a snail's pace. She would look up every minute, waiting for five o'clock to come. The closer it got, the more she perspired and felt surges of nervous arousal. Her breasts felt constricted in her bra as they became swelled in anticipation of tonight's events, and her thong became noticeably moist from being so aroused. "I have never felt like this over anyone, and I haven't even met this guy."

She finished her paperwork and returned to the internet to research her new lifestyle, much as she had throughout the week, eager to learn how to please her new master better. She absentmindedly reached to touch herself but remembered her master's one request of no pleasure before their meeting. "I don't know if he would know, so I better stop now before I reach the point of no return." She glanced up and saw it was finally time.

"I need to go and prepare myself for tonight." This was the first Friday that she was leaving with everyone else in months. She hurriedly vacated her office, avoiding conversation with any of her employees. "I hope no one realizes that I'm not sick," she thought. "I don't want anyone to realize that their strong leader needs to be dominated by a stranger in order to finally let my soul live fully again."

Arriving home from work earlier than normal, she knew she had to prepare herself fully for what lay ahead. She went over the list several times, rereading it carefully to imprint on her mind his requests for their encounter. She took a shower and washed, again avoiding the temptation to pleasure herself as he had demanded. She realized suddenly that using her personal name was a good thing: "Even if something goes wrong, he can't ruin my good name at all."

She finished her shower and stepped out carefully, examining herself in the mirror to admire the slight glow forming already from anticipation of tonight's events. Her nipples were already erect, and her shaved womanhood throbbed slightly. Concerns of what might transpire tonight continued to flash occasionally across her mind. She rubbed her nipple lightly, knowing that she was not meant to do it but unable to stop herself from some pleasure. She watched in the mirror as her nipple hardened under her delicate fingers.

"I am not supposed to do this, but the nervousness turns me on so much for some reason."

She stopped herself quickly and began to dress. She applied small amounts of the perfume that he has requested and no make up. She left her hair down for the first time in years, allowing her long blonde hair to lay perfectly on her shoulders. She looked into her eyes and noticed they looked more hazel than normal. She smiled at the changes the event had already created in her. She glanced once more at the clock and rushed to finish her preparations.

When she arrived at the hotel, she received her keycard immediately. "Wow, he prepaid for the hotel room and everything!" she thought. She walked slowly to her room carrying the overnight bag he had requested. She felt her hands getting sweaty as she reached for the door handle. She took a deep breath and exhaled: "This is the night."

She slid the card in the door lock and entered, recognizing right away that she was the first to arrive. She went straight to the bathroom and slipped out of her clothes and into the pink baby-doll nightie he had commanded. Looking in the mirror at herself, it seemed as though she could see her heart throbbing though her chest. "I have never looked so beautiful as I do right now."

She was fixing her hair in the mirror when she heard the door open. "He is there now, the man who is going to dominate me and make me beg for climax." She stepped quietly into the main room. Fearful of meeting his gaze, she moved closer and knelt before him. "I am ready to serve and please only you, master," she said slowly, hoping that the gesture would please him. She kept her head bent as she awaited his response. She shook slightly with the tension of the moment, and her heart raced. "I wonder what he looks like," she thought, as she suddenly realized how little she knew of him.

After standing there for what seemed like hours, he finally spoke to her: "Remember! I told you not to speak at all to me until the end, slave." She winced as he grabbed her long blonde hair and pulled her head back. She closed her eyes from the humiliation and pain. As she reopened them slowly, she tried to focus her eyes on him standing before her. She could make out that he was tall and very strongly built. She could not see any details of his face since the light was in her eyes. She felt his hand over her throat as he rubbed along her jaw line lightly. He told her, "I do not want to hear another word from you until the end. Understand me?" She nodded her head yes, surrendering to his deep and demanding voice. Her nipples became erect, and she felt her womanhood moistening right from his first command.

He walked around her again and commanded her to stand: "Stand up straight and lift your head to the ceiling, slave." She obeyed his command right away. As he walked around her, she could feel her heart racing as she thought of what he might do to her in this position.

"What am I going to do if he hurts me? What was my safety word? What have I gotten myself into?"

Just then she felt a sharp pain on her left ass cheek. She held still as a matching pain throbbed from her right ass cheek. "Oh my. What is going on?" she asked herself. Her body was somehow aware of the pain but only pleasure reached her mind. He returned to the front of her, and she felt his breath as he stood near. All of a sudden, she felt a soft, smooth cloth over her face. Her body trembled at the unexpected sensation. She felt him tightening it over her eyes. "You will remain blindfolded as I requested," said her master in a demanding tone. She bit her bottom lip, concealing it still from view so it wouldn't be noticeable that she was trembling.

She listened closely as she heard him move around the room. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to what felt like the middle of the room. She heard him moving something metal back and forth. All of sudden she felt the cold, hard metal against her skin. He dragged it up from her knee to her thigh. She heard a cutting sound and realized that he was cutting her clothes off of her.

She trembled more as he disrobed her totally. His voice sounded delighted: "Slave, you are very beautiful." She smiled slightly, taking pleasure in his approval of her body. She felt his hands examining her body carefully and at times roughly. She felt his warm breath on her breasts a moment before he bit her nipples. Her womanhood began to flow with excitement as he took his pleasure from her breasts. The next moment, she felt something being rammed into her wet, tight pussy. "What was that?" she thought. She jumped and shuddered slightly from the sudden penetration.

His voice became stern as he hissed at her: "Slave, you are not allowed to move." To emphasize the point, he pinched her nipple hard. The pain was immense, and her nipple throbbed. Once again, though, she felt her body reacting with pleasure instead fear. She now knew it was a finger that had violated her so. As his finger rubbed around inside the wet, narrow channel of her pussy, she held back her moans. He pinched her nipples repeatedly, making them harden into stiff little points. Her heart raced as his thumb rubbed over her clit, and her body shifted slightly against her will.

She knew that he noticed. His hand swiftly left her pleasure zone, and he brought it down firmly across her ass. She shivered and felt the hand rising off her now very red ass. "I better not do that again or he will make my punishment worse," she thought. 

He grabbed her breasts hard and pulled her down to her knees. His voice was a hiss: "You will not move unless I give you permission, slave!" She lowered her head in resignation as he talks. She felt him close to her face. His demand had been made clear to her; she stayed still waiting for his command.

"See what your body has done to me already," he said as she felt him slap her across the face with his hard cock. Her body tingled with excitement from his cock slapping her hard. She felt him withdraw and move to her side. She momentarily grasped at her dangling large breast and cupped it, giving it a gentle squeeze. "My breasts will never be the same," she thought.

Her body was already weakened and begging for release. She heard his breath speeding up as he rubbed her breast with something that seemed simultaneously soft and hard. She knew it was his large, hard cock head. She bit her lip again as he took enjoyment from her body. Her tiny, moist pussy throbbed from all the excitement. He spoke roughly to her, "Slave, you will cum for me hard when I tell you to." She was bewildered by his command but determined to try to follow it to her fullest.

She felt his hand on her clit as he moved back to the front of her. "Take your master cock in your mouth now, slave," she heard him say. She opened her mouth and felt him thrust his evidently very large, hardened cock into her mouth. He forced it down her throat until the base of his shaft slammed into her lips hard. She gagged violently as his hard cock hit the back of her neck, and her throat was tight around his girth.

He held his cock there, choking off her air and keeping her from breathing. She stayed still, knowing that he would remove it soon. He pinched her clit hard and started shifting it all around as he slid his massive cock in and out of her mouth. She felt as if she was about to come all over his hand. Her body swayed as he roughly violated her clit in ways she had never felt before. She heard him moan out, suddenly and loudly: "Good slave!" She felt his hard, thickly cock pulsating in her mouth and filling her throat, making her choke on his load as it spurted down her gullet. She rammed his cock as hard as she could into her mouth and held it even tighter as the last few bits spurted out in thick strings of cum.

She hoped that she had pleased him fully. She felt her own body eager for release. He suddenly ceased the torment on her clit and moved around behind her. She bit her bottom lip, still tasting his cum coating her mouth. "Is he going to let me release?" She wondered. His voice became softer as he spoke to her this time: "Slave, I command you to cum now."

He slammed three fingers into her tight wet pussy, making her sensitive spot tremble and pulsate as he pinched her clit hard once more. She bit down on her bottom lip hard, and she felt her body obeying his command as she climaxed all over his fingers. Her juices flowed, and her body shook from the long-awaited arrival of his commanded pleasure. He felt her release her own orgasm and told her softly: "That is a good slave." He moved across the room as she sat there waiting for his next command. She felt alive and vigorous again as she held her position, awaiting his command. He finally spoke to her: "Crawl to the bathroom and dress yourself and remove that blindfold so that you can properly meet your master when you return. I put your clothes back in there."

She followed his commands to the letter. She stood up in the bathroom and removed her blindfold. She looked into the mirror at her naked, used body. She was flushed, her nipples bright pink and hard but very beautiful. She turned her body slightly and looked at her shining red ass. "Oh my, he left welts of pleasure," she observed to herself. Her hands touched over them lightly, and she now felt the pain sear through her. She smiled, knowing that she had earned them.

She slipped on her panties and pants first, feeling her stinging ass warming them. She pulled on her bra slowly and as the material brushed against her nipples, she felt a slight twinge of pain from all the pinching. "I will wear my marks with pride," she said to herself. "Pain is nothing compared to the joy of pleasing him." She put her shirt back on and took a final look in the mirror. Her glow had returned, and she held her suddenly youthful head high. She moved toward the bathroom door, awaiting his next command as she returned to her knees.

She opened the door slowly and listened for his next command. She knew that she was going to meet him fully in a moment. Her heart raced even more as she realized that she did not even know his true name. She had never bothered to ask for it. She even signed the contract without looking. "I was so excited that I do not even know my master's name. What am I going to do?" she asked herself.

He spoke to her again firmly, "We are done. You may rise and meet with your eyes, slave." She did as commanded and stood, keeping her head lowered. His hand met her chin and raised her head to meet his eyes. She looked into his eyes, so familiar. She waited for a moment, letting her thoughts catch up to what she saw. Her eyes widened, and she felt her knees go weak.

She faintly whispered to him, "But...But...You couldn't be." Her mind went fuzzy, and she felt herself getting weaker. His arms came around her tightly.

He whispered in her ear gently, "I knew it had to be you from the description of yourself. I had no choice but to be the one that released you." Her heart racing fast, he held her even tighter.

Stephanie spoke softly, "But why did you not tell me before?"

He replied sweetly to her, "That, my lady, is none of your business. This is my private life."

She smiled and blushed. She thought to herself, "How could I have missed this part of Derek?" She looked deep into his eyes, seeing his pleasure at her surprise and at the pleasure of her body. "What are we going to do now?" she asked almost inaudibly.

"Well, you are my slave and I am your master until further notice, as my contract stated. I will want you when I want you. You are mine to pleasure and to get pleasure from," he responded.

She now remembered the contract stating that. She blushed at the excitement that had led her to just sign it without thinking of all the complications that it might bring her. She looked at Derek and smiled as she said, "Well, when we are at work, you will still be my secretary as usual, and I will command you there." He pulled her to him, kissing her wildly and passionately. She knew that her choice of lifestyle change had brought her even more pleasure than she expected. She did not care where it led anymore. He was in total control of them both now. As he broke the kiss, he looked at her hungrily again.

His tone became severe once again as he spoke back to her: "You will spend the night with your master as commanded in the contract." He winked then and whispered to her this time, "Maybe as lovers, though." She smiled and closed her eyes, as he pulled her back in for a tender kiss that only a lover would give.

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