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A young aspiring model tricked into pornography and kinky sex.

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(Before reading this installment, you should first read Sharing Dinner with a Friend)

Candice, Brandon, and Mark all stepped into the lobby elevator. As the doors closed, Brandon turned to her and smiled.

“Did you enjoy that, my dear?” he asked.

Feeling guilty for the amount of pleasure it had brought her, she looked downward and nodded. Mark leaned into her, caressing her ass in his hands.

“Wait until you see what I’ve got in store for you,” he whispered in her ear.

The elevator stopped on the 2nd floor and an attractive man with salt and pepper hair stepped in. He smiled politely at them and said, “Nine, please.”

As the man stood not three feet away from Candice, she felt Brandon squeeze her to get her attention. He motioned to the elevator doors with his head and she glanced, suddenly realizing that this stranger was ogling her in the reflection. She inhaled sharply as she felt Mark’s hand travel up under her skirt, stroking her bare ass, teasing her. She closed her eyes inadvertently as his finger found her asshole, circling it, pressing it, making her wet.

The stranger was concentrating intently on the woman behind him. He could tell the man on her right was touching her, and he saw her facial expression change. She was enjoying it, whatever it was. He was shocked to see the man on her left slowly working her short skirt up her thighs. The woman was obviously distracted and didn’t even notice. His patience was quickly rewarded by a glimpse of her beautiful, bare pussy just as the elevator stopped on his floor. He looked at the man on the left, who smiled and nodded, dropping her skirt. Her eyes came open and a flush appeared in her cheeks as she realized what had just transpired. The stranger exited onto the ninth floor with a raging hard-on and a smile on his face.

At the eleventh floor, the trio exited the elevator and entered their suite. Candice knew from experience that Brandon would want some wine, so she went into the dining area and called down to room service. As she walked back into the living area, she saw Brandon sitting in the chair opposite the sofa. Mark motioned for her to come over to him. She hesitated, looking at Brandon for his approval. His face gave her no answers, only a stony expression.

She walked slowly towards Mark. When she got to him, he moved so fast she didn’t even see it coming. In a moment, he pulled her over his lap, yanked up her skirt, and began feverishly spanking her bare ass, bringing tears to her eyes. She saw Brandon looking at her with a smug look. She didn’t cry out for fear it would only make things worse. After the assault on her ass ceased, Mark unceremoniously dumped her onto the floor, where she lay like a rag doll, breathing heavily.

“If you dare disobey me or do not immediately respond to my commands, I will punish you further.”

She felt her head snap back when he grabbed her hair and forced her to look at him. “Do you understand? You have no say in anything and you’ve already proven what a dirty little bitch you are. Now get up and remove your clothes.”

She stood, humiliated by the pummeling she had just received. She removed her jacket and satin shirt, followed by her black lacy bra. Her nipples betrayed her, standing at attention, aroused by her punishment. She slowly unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

“Leave your heels and stockings on,” Mark commanded.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, followed by a voice announcing, “Room service.”

“Go let them in,” said Mark. She walked to the door and opened it, standing behind it to shield her nudity.

“Where would you like this?” the young man asked her. She was immediately struck by his chocolate skin and sheer size.

Mark called out to them, “we’ll have it in here. Please follow the young lady.”

She froze, realizing he simply wanted to continue the humiliation. She quietly said, “follow me, please” and walked in front of him towards the seating area. The four inch heels created an exaggerated swaying of her hips and her posture caused her breasts to jut out. She could sense the young man’s hesitation, but he quickly followed. She could feel his eyes on her ass. As she rounded the sofa, Mark took a pen out of his shirt pocket and tossed it under the coffee table.

“Grab that pen for me, hon.”

Without a word, but with much apprehension, she bent at the waist, knowing what he wanted. She knew her pussy was plainly visible now to the gentleman behind her. She handed Mark the pen. Mark directed her to sit next to him. The young man was now looking her intently in the eyes, but only for a moment, as they slowly slid downwards, taking in her body. Mark took care of arranging the chilled wine, the tip, and led the man to the door.

For the second time tonight, she had exposed herself to a complete stranger and enjoyed it. She knew that her efforts to please this evening would be both humbling and pleasurable. She also knew that made her anything but respectable, but the tingling in her body was telling her she should simply submit to it.

Mark poured three glasses of wine and they enjoyed it while he and Brandon talked business, as if she didn’t exist. It was driving her crazy, the anticipation of if or when something else would transpire. She could tell without looking that her wet cunt was leaving its juices on the upholstery of the sofa.

The group finished off the first bottle of wine, and the conversation waned. The men loosened their ties and removed their shoes and socks. Mark cleared off the coffee table. He turned to Candice. “It’s time,” he said, and smiled.

He pulled a chair from the dining area up to the end of the coffee table and sat down, the empty wine bottle still in his hand. “Lie down on the table, face up,” he commanded. She did so. “Spread your legs,” he further instructed.

The height of the heels propped her legs up and she shivered in anticipation. Brandon never spoke, simply watching his slut follow instructions as she had been so taught.

Mark handed her the wine bottle. “Now we expect a good show, and you will regret it if you disappoint me,” he said. “I can see that your pussy is quite wet from showing it off to complete strangers. You do know that only a whore would conduct herself in such a way.”

She watched him intently, not saying a word.

“So because you enjoy the attention of showing your body off, you’re going to take the wine bottle and fuck yourself with it. If you do not, you will be punished. What do you say to that?”

“Yes, sir. I will gladly do whatever you say.”

She looked to the bottle in her hand. She began to move it downwards when he sharply reminded her that she needed to get it wet first. “I want to see you use your mouth on it first as though it is a cock,” he said.

Candice brought the bottle to her mouth. She licked it tentatively at first. She could still taste the flavor of the Pinot Noir that it had contained. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. These men were watching her completely exposed, spread open for their viewing pleasure. She began to suck the bottle and spread her saliva over it, thinking of the waiter who had cum in her mouth only a few hours before. Her left hand unconsciously went to her breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers, pinching, caressing, squeezing. The feeling of being completely exposed got the better of her and she felt an involuntary moan escape her throat.

She took the bottle from her mouth and, holding the bottom of the bottle, began to ease the neck between her pussy lips into her wet hole. She could feel the heat emanating from it and it slid in very easily. The hard glass surface was an interesting sensation. She clenched her pussy tight as she slowly inched in more of the bottle. As the bottle widened, her pussy felt stretched. She could see Mark leaning forward, his face only a foot from her wet snatch. Brandon never gave her an indication of his interest, but she hoped he was pleased with her performance thus far. When she began pulling the bottle in and out, slowly fucking herself, she felt a wave of selfishness. She began enjoying her own feelings, as if they were no longer in the room with her.

Getting carried away, she brought her left foot up and propped it on the arm of Brandon’s chair and placed her right foot up on the couch, spreading her completely. She slid her ass to the edge of the coffee table, right up to Mark. He inhaled, smelling her sweet scent. Her hips began to buck as she went over the edge. As the waves subsided, she felt Mark take the bottle from her pussy. He licked the neck, tasting her. She sighed in delight.

He helped her to her feet and led her into the bedroom, Brandon silently following. When then entered, he roughly pushed her over the dresser just inside the door. Leaning down, he hissed in her ear, “I did not tell you that you were allowed to cum just now, did I?”

“N-n-nooo…” she stuttered.

“I am quite sure I did not tell you to speak either, did I whore?”

She was silent. She heard a sound that made her shutter as he stood and removed his belt. Even Brandon had never done this to her. Her eyes closed tightly as she waited for the impact. Nothing happened. It seemed like an eternity passed. She began to open her eyes when she felt the first searing sting of the belt. She began to jerk, but was interrupted when she felt strong arms holding her, pinning her against the top of the dresser. The belt hit her again and again. At some point, she lost count of how many times she was whipped.

When it ceased, she was roughly pulled up and turned around. Mark caressed her face with his hand. “You must behave from now on,” he told her. He began to slowly undress in front of her, and she watched in awe as she saw his toned body emerge. He pushed on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees in front of him as he freed his cock, dropping his boxers to the floor. She could feel her heels touching her sore ass, making her wince.

“You gave that waiter a good cock-sucking earlier, my dear, but mine must be better. You are not allowed to miss a drop of cum, do you understand?” She nodded.

She set to her task, licking the precum from the head of his cock, running her tongue over the shaft from top to bottom. He tasted and smelled divine. She licked his balls, enjoying the sensation of his smooth, shaved skin around them. She continued the licking and teasing until he said to her, “It is time, my little slut. Make me cum now. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and squeezed and pumped tightly, working her mouth in time with it. She could tell he was about to cum and she couldn’t wait to taste it.

“Open your eyes and watch me as I fill your mouth, you little bitch. I want you to hold it in your mouth and do not swallow until I instruct you to.”

She felt his balls tense up just before he unloaded into her. As he did so, he looked into her eyes intently, making the sensation more powerful than she had ever imagined it could be. It was a look which established his ultimate power over her, as she sat in her submissive position with his hands in her hair, and she could not hide her own look of rapture over the enjoyment of her mouth being filled.

“Do not spill a drop,” he cautioned her, pulling his cock from her mouth. “Now, show me,” he said.

She obediently opened her mouth, showing him the warm sticky fluid coating her mouth and tongue.

“Now you may swallow,” he told her.

“You did very well this time, my pet, and as such, you may be rewarded.”

He went into the bathroom and drew her a hot bath, helping her into it. She could hear Mark and Brandon talking as she soaked in the tub, but could not hear exactly what they were saying to one another. She slowly felt the soreness leaving her body as she revelled in the heat of the water. Lying there, she began replaying the events of the night in her mind, becoming aroused immediately. She could not tell if Brandon was pleased with her performance so far. She longed for him, but was excited by this new man as well.

Mark came back into the room, bringing her a towel and helping her to stand. He stood behind her, drying her off himself, running his hands over her breasts, her waist, her stomach, her legs. Then, without a word, her grabbed her arm roughly and dragged her back into the bedroom.

“Now you’re nice and clean and ready for more, aren’t you?” he asked her. It had been an hour or so since her ass was spanked and she was beginning to slide into the mindset she often retreated to with her master, Brandon. Although scared, she wanted to be punished some more, and she wanted to be bad. She ignored his question.

“Did you not hear what I said, you fucking slut? I asked you if you were ready for more!” he yelled at her. He threw her onto the bed and yanked her legs apart. He grabbed his belt, folded it over again, and began whipping her pussy with it. She had never felt this before, and it excited her to no end. The pain only made her hornier. She looked over at Brandon and saw a gleam in his eyes. She knew he was enjoying this sight. Mark caught her looking in his direction and flipped her over. He spanked her ass some more until it was as red as he liked.

With no warning, he plowed his nine inches right into her, taking her breath away. He held his dick in place and reached underneath her, pawing her tits and squeezing her nipples so hard she thought she would cry. Then the fucking began. He was stretching her, pounding his cock into her so hard. He pulled her arms behind her back, forcing her face into the mattress. He used her arms to pull her body back onto him as he pushed into her. She knew she was helpless as her face became buried into the bed, smothering her moans. He took pity on her and allowed her some air by changing his position. He pulled one leg up next to her side, allowing him more leverage with which to thrust. He grabbed her shoulders and continued going balls-deep into her wet cunt.

He began a verbal assault on her as well, taunting her. “You like being fucked like the worthless whore that you are, I can tell. Your sloppy cunt is so wet and I know you want to cum so bad. You wanted to fuck that man from room service earlier, too didn’t you? You wanted to see if his cock was as huge as you imagined. You were thinking of him when you were fucking yourself with that bottle, I could tell. A lady would never conduct herself that way. You are truly a dirty fucking tramp.”

She wanted and need to cum so bad. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold it in. She wanted to ask, but was afraid to speak for fear that he would not let her. She began to whimper, and as she did so, he pulled her hair roughly with one hand and slapped her ass violently, reflecting his adrenaline and lack of restraint. Her whimpers turned into screams at that point and she then heard the words she’d been dying to hear…”Cum now you bitch.”

She came so hard she thought she would pass out. She could feel him filling her for the second time tonight. Her ass was red and raw and she loved it. She began to collapse on the bed when she heard him say, “not so fast.”

He moved up on the bed, squatting next to her, his dick right beside her face.

“Clean up your fucking mess.”

She rolled onto her side and licked every bit of her cum off of his cock and balls.

He leaned down, wiping her tears, sweat, and mascara from her cheek. He kissed her forehead.

“You’ve done well, my pet. I am going to allow you to get some rest now. You’ll be needing it for tomorrow.”

With that, Mark covered her with the sheets, turned off the light, and left the bedroom. She rolled over to see if her master was pleased. His chair was empty. She never saw or heard him leave. Before she had time to wonder what had become of him, her eyes shut in exhaustion.

(Stay tuned for Part 3 of this story.)

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Ah, Shadow, what an evening we shared! But with the coming of the morning sun it was time to part and go our separate ways until we could arrange to meet again. As you were preparing to leave, I took your hand and led you to the living room. You immediately noticed a small package in the center of the coffee table.

“The package is for you,” I said. “Take it with you but do not open it until I instruct you to do so. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” you said with a slightly puzzled look on your face.

“Then I shall see you in class next week.”

On the following Monday, there you were in your usual front row seat. I focused on my lecture, carefully avoiding your glances. I know you were trying to get my attention, and I would love to have given it to you, but there would have been to challenge to that. Keeping my eyes off of you now that I was familiar with the beautiful body concealed beneath your clothes was not easy, but I managed by focusing on my lecture. At the end of class you passed close by me on your way out, but I ignored you as I fumbled with my lecture notes.

And so it went on Tuesday and Wednesday. Each day you did your best to get my attention, and each day I studiously resisted your best efforts. By Thursday, the frustration was evident on your face, and I knew it was time for us to meet again. When the bell rang at the end of class, I turned toward your desk.

“Ms. Shadow, may I see you for a moment?”

“Yes, sir.” The way you said “sir” sent a quiver through my loins. Was that intentional or not?

Once the classroom was empty, I handed you a letter-sized envelope. You took the note and hurried off to your next class without saying anything further.

I had no way of knowing just when you would open the envelope, but I suspected that your curiosity would not allow you to wait very long. When you opened it you would find a typed note that said:

“Open the box and wear the contents to class tomorrow. Do not wear a bra beneath your blouse; find a way to show me one your bare breasts during my lecture. Failure to comply will result in severe punishment. Comply and you will be rewarded.”

The next morning, I arrived in the classroom early because I wanted to be there when you entered and took your seat. You were among the first students to arrive, and I watched as you crossed the room. It was easy to tell that you had complied with at least part of my instructions, since your breasts moved freely beneath the fabric of your blouse. Even a casual observer would immediately know that you were not wearing a bra. Once you knew that I had observed your jiggling breasts, you slipped on a light jacket. As you sat down, you smiled at me, but I did not acknowledge your greeting.

I began my lecture on time, because I did not want to lose a moment of this classroom encounter. I droned on about the day’s topic for several minutes as I let you wonder what might be about to occur here in the midst of this class of fellow students. As I lectured, I moved my hand to the small black box on the corner of the lectern. The box looked much like a TV remote, though it was smaller and had only a few buttons. There was an on/off button, and then there were three additional buttons labeled “Slow,” “Medium,” and “Fast.”

As I looked directly into your eyes, I pressed the “On” button, followed immediately by “Fast.” I saw you react with a start. You were surprised to the point that you nearly lost your composure, but you soon regained control despite the fact that you now had a silent vibrator whirring away in your pussy. Inside the box I had given you was a remote controlled vibrator. The vibrator was composed of two parts. One part was a penis shape intended to nestle inside your pussy, and another part curved up on the outside to rest against your clit. There were straps to hold this device in place, and it was this device that was now silently working away beneath your panties.

Although I continued to lecture, I carefully monitored the effect the vibrator was having on you. Your eyes narrowed noticeably, and your breathing became shallow and more rapid. One of your hands grasped the edge of the desk as you sat fully erect. Your ass moved very slightly back and forth on your seat as the vibrations stimulated every hidden corner of your pussy. I imagined the sensations that the vibrations brought to your now firm clit. I pictured your juices flowing from deep within you and soaking your panties.

But it was far too soon to allow you to cum. I hit the “Off” button. You slumped in your seat as the vibrations ceased. You kept your eyes closed as you tried to bring your breathing under control. I continued with my lecture as if nothing was going on, and it was apparent that that none of your fellow students suspected anything at all.

After several minutes, you looked up at me and smiled. I knew from that sly smile that you were ready to proceed. As I drew a complex diagram on the board to distract the class, you began carefully unbuttoning your blouse. Your movements were partially concealed by the jacket draped over your shoulders.

When I completed the diagram, I turned back toward you and saw that your blouse was unbuttoned to the waist. As I explained the diagram, I saw you slowly pull aside your blouse until one of your lovely breasts was fully exposed. The nipple was hard with excitement, and I saw that you were wearing a nipple ring. I could not tell in you were pierced of if the ring clipped on, but I was pleased that you had chosen to ornament your nipple just for me on this special day. You grasped your breast and gave it a firm squeeze before pulling your blouse closed. I gave you a quick smile of approval after noting that none of your neighbors had noticed your brief, but tantalizing, exposure.

I turned the vibrator back on and set it to “Slow.” Now that the preliminaries were over, the real fun could begin. I continued with my lecture, but now I watched you carefully so I could enjoy your response to the relentless vibrations buzzing away between your legs.

With half my mind on my lecture and half on your swollen pussy, I can only imagine how my presentation must have suffered. But I struggled on as I watched you respond to the undeniable stimulation clenched between your thighs. After several minutes, your eyes were closed and your breathing was rapid and irregular. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were slightly parted. You caressed your upper lip with your tongue as you focused on maintaining your composure as much as possible under the circumstances.

As I watched, you seemed to melt down into your desk. You could no longer sit upright, but instead you now slumped down so that your ass was near the front of your seat. Your legs were slightly parted, and your ass wriggled on the seat as the tremors of intense pleasure coursed through you body.

With five minutes left before time for the class to end, I increased the vibrator speed to “Fast.” The change hit your body with a jolt, and I saw you suddenly sit upright. You squeezed your legs together and grasped the desk edge with both hands. Your eyes were wide open, and your nostrils flared dramatically with every jagged breath.

I know you were fighting with every fiber of your being to keep from cumming here in the middle of class. I could see the concentration on your face as you stared straight ahead focused on the relentless vibrations churning your pussy.

When the bell rang, it startled you and you jumped in your seat. This triggered the orgasm you had worked so hard to control, and I watched as your entire body fell victim to the hidden vibrations.

As the other students hurriedly filed out of the room, your body was wracked with spasms of ecstasy. You emitted a quick series of suppressed gasps as your body slid down and nearly out of your seat. Your legs flared apart but you did not seem to notice or to care. Your eyes were unfocused and your face fully flushed from the intense release of the moment. As I watched, you thrust your hips upward violently in response to a series of spasms that ripped through your body. I could measure the intensity of your release by your lack of concern about place or time; your mind and body were totally consumed by your orgasm without regard to your surroundings.

I clicked the device to “Off,” but that had no immediate impact on you. Your body was still responding to the jolts of intense pleasure emanating from your clit. It was several minutes before you were able to regain your composure. When you did, you saw that I was sitting at the desk beside you.

“Wow,” was all you could say. I was close enough to see the beads of sweat on your upper lip, and I could smell the aroma of your pussy juices. That smell, that animalistic, primal scent, stirred my need for you. I had to have you now. But the classroom was far too public. At least we had had a few minutes of privacy while you recovered, but now it was time to move elsewhere.

I grasped your proffered hand and helped you rise from the desk. You wobbled unsteadily, but then you began moving toward the door. As I gathered your belongings and my notes and then followed you out, I noticed that the entire back of your skirt had been saturated by your pussy’s flow. I smiled.

You walked beside me as we moved down the hall toward my office. Your pace was slow and deliberate and it took several minutes to walk the short distance. Once we were inside, I closed and locked the door. I left the light off, so we were illuminated only by the light coming in from the single window high in one wall.

I turned to look at you. You were more beautiful than ever at that moment. Your face still showed signs of the intense orgasm from which you were still recovering. Your hair was slightly disarrayed and your clothes were disheveled. You leaned against my desk to keep from falling down. You looked like a woman who had just had the best fuck of her life, and yet no one had even touched you. But that was about to change.

“You did well,” I said. “Are you ready for your reward?”

“Yes, sir.” There was that “sir” again, and it had the same impact as before. I could wait no longer.

I knelt before you and tucked the hem of your skirt up into the waistband so I could see what I was about to do. Your panties were soaked. I peeled them down your legs with difficulty. Once they were off, I raised them to my nose and sniffed your sensual essence. It was heavenly! Tossing them aside, I reached up under your skirt again and removed the vibrator.

Now your shaved pussy was fully exposed before me. It glistened with your juices, and wet trails meandered down your thighs where your juices had flowed. I raised my hand to stroke your engorged lips. They were puffy and swollen and parted slightly to expose your inner crimson. Effortlessly I slid two fingers up inside you. As I did so, you raised your ass so you could sit on the edge of my desk.

“Oh, eat my pussy! I need to feel your tongue on me. Suck my clit! Oh, please eat me!”

Needing no further invitation, I leaned forward and laved your pussy from top to bottom, seeking the nectar secreted in its every nook and cranny. I sucked your lips between mine and caressed them with my tongue. I teased your clit before sucking it between my lips and nibbling gently on it. It was still intensely sensitive from your orgasm, so every touch of my tongue sent jolts of electricity coursing through your body. You had to lean back and support yourself with your arms to keep from falling over.

My fingers churned inside you as I teased and sucked your clit. Your lower body began to rock back in forth in a sensual rhythm of desire. You moved your hands to the back of my head and pulled it tight against you to increase the pressure of contact. I pulled on your clit and nibbled it gingerly, and this set off your second orgasm.

This aftershock was not nearly so intense as your classroom release, but it still rocked your body dramatically. No longer concerned about discovery, you moaned loudly, not once but several times. You rocked your pussy against my face, flooding it with your juices. My fingers, working deep inside you, were drenched with your juices that flowed down and dripped off my wrist. Gradually, the tremors subsided.

I stood before you, still fully dressed, in contrast to your being so exposed there on the edge of my desk with your legs flared widely apart, your puffy pussy wide open and waiting expectantly. It would not have long to wait!

I stepped back and removed my shoes and trousers. My erect cock protruded against the fabric of my under shorts. I quickly removed them and then stepped toward you. You reached down and grasped my cock, directing it to your crimson portal. I nestled the tip just at the entrance, savoring the warmth I felt there. But this was not a time to dally.

I plunged in, pushing all the way to the hilt. You were so wet and open that I slid in effortlessly. I stayed that way, lodged deep inside you, as I reached up and unbuttoned your blouse. I wanted to see and feel those luscious breasts as I fucked your gorgeous pussy. As I finished the last button, I felt your body begin to move, causing your pussy to caress my cock from one end to the other. Back and forth you moved, squeezing, caressing, grasping my hardness with those well-conditioned muscles that resided in that crimson cavern between your tanned thighs.

The sensations you were generating were heavenly, and soon we were moving together. We both knew that we were not here to make love. We were here to fuck. We were here to achieve release predicated on immense mutual desire. There was no turning back. There was no denying the need we felt for immediate, total release.

And that is what we found there in my office–total release. We moved together fluidly. We sensed each others’ needs and adjusted our movements effortlessly to accommodate them. But we were each far too aroused for release to be long in coming.

When we came, we came together, and that mutual climax was bone-jarring. We pounded together, frenzied pelvis meeting frenzied pelvis, as our orgasms swept over us, flowed between up, consumed us, and in the end, united us. Your pussy walls wrapped around my cock and clenched it rhythmically as we moved together in the throes of exquisite release.

My legs failed beneath me, but you wrapped your arms around me and held me up to keep me from slipping away and thereby breaking the bond between us. Your hard nipples pressed against my naked chest. My cum dripped from your pussy and pooled on the floor between my feet, but we still remained locked together, unwilling to separate, unwilling to end this conjoining of our bodies, our spirits, our minds.

I leaned forward and kissed you lightly, then moved back, away from you.

“Don’t move,” I said.

I stepped to my desk and took a camera from the drawer. I took the first photo from a distance. With your exposed breasts, intriguing smile, and legs still splayed wide apart with your pouting pussy emitting cascades of silky cum, you were simply beautiful.

“We will frame that one and call it “Ravaged,’” I said.

Unable to resist, I took a series of pictures including close-ups of your engorged, bruised pussy.

“We will put these all to good use later,” I said as I returned the camera to the drawer.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Wait and see. Just wait and see.”

The cameras keep rolling as Kristine gets an intense and unusual Whippedass experience.

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The sun was thankfully starting to set as we got closer to our camp. It was an unusually hot day in the mountains that day and feeling sweat dripping from my breasts and inner thighs all afternoon was not pleasant, at least under those circumstances.

At least we recognized where we were by this point, just 30 minutes beforehand I was terrified and disoriented, crying uncontrollably. Now, I was sweaty, tired and extremely pissed off. We had been wandering around for hours trying to find the trail again after my normally intelligent boyfriend had gotten us off the main path and on to some stupid animal trail that led nowhere.

Worse was the fact that Philippe was Swiss and his calm, analytical demeanor was only adding to my frustration. If he told me one more time, “Don’t worry Cherie, we will find the trail, we just have to retrace our steps.” I was going to lose it! Retrace what steps? Everything looked the same in this part of the woods! Jesus, he was a robot!

As we were in sight of our camp he mumbled something in French and I quickly snapped, “Shut up Philippe, and don’t talk to me for awhile”. He mumbled something else about me being a “bitch” and then all was quiet. I turned around because I didn’t hear his footsteps behind me anymore and noticed he had gone off in the trees, to piss most likely. “Good,” I thought to myself, “he’s driving me crazy!”

I stomped into camp and dumped my pack off in the tent. I could hear the water of the creek behind me, and I was dying to just go sit in it and wash and drink to my hearts content. I kicked off my hiking boots and peeled off my socks. Tip toeing to the creek, I cautiously looked down river at the camps of some of the other backpackers to make sure they wouldn’t see my tits as I tried to slide out of my sweaty shirt, although at that point, I didn’t give a shit who saw me!

The cool air of the oncoming evening breeze felt good against my skin and my nipples tightened against the refreshing chill as I unhooked my bra. I unabashedly walked to the river and relished the coming darkness and incredible bath I was about to give myself. The birds had been singing as I arrived at my tent but now everything was quiet except for the quiet gurgle of the creek.

I heard the snap of a twig behind me and said without looking “What took you so long? Did you get lost again jackass?” I said with a mischievous grin. All I got was a grunt. Typical Philippe, I’d probably be punished with the silent treatment for the rest of the day. “Fuck you then Philippe, why don’t you just go in the tent and pout?!” I wasn’t going to let him ruin my bath.

I reached down and grabbed a handful of water and cupped it up to my mouth. Some spilled down my chest, teasing my already hard and sensitive nipples. I felt the water trickle down my belly and splash on my inner thigh, and down the waist band of my shorts. God that felt good. I pinched and stroked my nipple a bit, I could feel heat growing in my pussy and I groaned a little. “God I hope he’s watching,” I smiled; I decided to finish my bath before I pleasured myself. I’m always a sucker for delayed gratification. It’s the sweetest torture.

I reached down to scoop up some more water and I heard another grunt and then a low grumble. Hanging there upside down I looked between my legs to see behind me. A big brown bear was not 15 feet away from me. Instantly my legs began to shake. I slowly straightened and reached out my hands in a defensive posture saying quietly, “Whoa bear…..good bear.”

I moved slowly farther into the creek and he advanced towards me. I had heard that a black bear, unless he was sick, would always do the right thing. I wasn’t sure about this bear, he looked more like a grizzly, his hair was a golden brown and he had a slight hump. Jesus, there wasn’t supposed to be grizzlies in the mountains of Colorado! I just kept saying, “Whoa bear…good bear.” He sniffed the air toward me and let out a horrible, growling groan.

I must have cried out because I heard Philippe down river say, “Kelsey, amie, are you ok?”

All I could muster was “Bear!” I heard him swear as he came running. The bear was still coming towards me, backing me farther and farther into the middle of the creek. I was in the worse place ever if I needed to run.

Philippe started shouting as he threw rocks at the bear, “Look at me you son of a bitch! Come over here you bastard!” The bear turned towards him just long enough to roar at him, then he stood on his hind legs and I just knew we were going to be dead.

Philippe ran for the tent, grabbed something out of his pack and all of a sudden the air was filled with a loud, piercing honking noise. The bear shook his head in frustration, and Philippe sounded the horn again. I guess the bear figured nothing was worth that sound and he surprisingly turned and ran upstream.

Thank God Philippe was always prepared! A damn boat horn of all things! Philippe followed for a short while and noticed that the bear was at full charge up the hillside and most likely wouldn’t return.

I stood in the river, shaking and crying. Philippe ran back to me and grabbed me. We stood there for about 2 minutes just squeezing and holding each other. We cried and shook in great gasps, it was a terrifying experience looking at the bared teeth of a grizzly on his hind legs!

Due to the fear loaded adrenaline that had been pumping through out our bodies, holding turned to caressing, caressing led to groping and for Philippe groping turned into a savage tearing of my shorts. He tore them off with one yank of his hands. He clutched at my ass and bit at my lips. His nails were tearing the flesh on my back as he kissed and bit me on my lips and tits.

In an undescribable frenzy, Philippe slapped at my legs until I had them opened as wide as he wanted, he tore my panties from the front as he fell to his knees in the water. He dragged his tongue and teeth across my clit and stuck his tongue in and out of my vagina. Breathing hard, he brutally bit me in one of the outer lips of my pussy causing me to cry out. With one hard pull he yanked me down into the water and flipped me over onto my knees.

I watched as the shreds of my underwear helplessly float down the current and descended into a sort of wet oblivion. He slapped my ass until it was hot, he shoved his fingers in and out of my pussy as he cried and grunted. He laid over me and bit me on the back of my shoulder. My pussy was on fire, I was so wet! My ass was stinging from his slaps, my back was tingling from the terrible scratches and bites, but I was groaning and crying and slamming into his fingers enjoying every last bit of our adrenaline ride.

He bent me over further and my tits hung into the creek, after a few seonds the tips of my nipples were frozen. It was such an amazing sensation feeling the ice on my breasts and fire on my ass. Then I felt completely full as he shoved his enormous cock inside me.

It was unlike any time we had ever had sex. Philippe was usually so methodical and calm. Now he was totally out of control and he rammed his penis inside me harder and harder, I felt a strong contraction growing inside me, then he took his finger and shoved it into my ass. He had never done that before. I moaned loudly, “YES!” It was the first time I had been fucked in two different places at once. I was in a place I had never been before…a place of incomprehension. I could only feel what was happening in my body and had no inkling of my surroundings. That goddamn bear could have been right behind us and I wouldn’t have known or cared!

I swirled my nipples around in the water and my cunt around his cock, enjoying every sensation. He thrusted and thrusted and his finger went in and out of my ass, I got wet enough that I saw drops of my own fluids hitting the water. It was totally animalistic as he held me down and fucked and fucked me.

I could tell he was almost finished as I felt fuller and his body was tensing more and more…I let myself go and I came with a shrieking ungodly sound, “Oh, Oooh, OOOOOOOOOH!” It echoed across the valley, I was sure that campers thru-out the woods were probably imagining a wild animal made that sound, and they were right.

Philippe’s groan came shortly after as he fell on top of me. We sunk further into the creek. My hands were frozen and scraped from being in the river. My pussy was filled with him and icy cold water was now flowing over my entire body and into my hair. Philippe picked me up from behind, turned me around and carried my naked body to the shore.

He sat against a tree close to the creek with me on his lap, stroking and soothing my scratches and bites with genuine love and concern. He had me turn around completely to survey his handy work. He kissed each scratch and bite and whispered, “God I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you, I don’t know what came over me mon ami.”

I put my finger over his mouth, “Shhh….” I whispered as I stroked his lips with my fingertips. We both had been terribly frightened that day, and from then on our bond has never been stronger.

I pulled his face to me and kissed him. There was a little blood in his mouth, mine or his I can’t say. He bit his lip when he was trying to get the bear away from me. We kissed deep and long and again I felt that familiar tightening in my pussy. Oh My God, he felt so good. His kisses were wet and deliberate and slow.

I kissed his neck and licked his clavicle, sucking on each perfect manly bone. I bit at his nipples and sucked on them until he moaned and pressed my head to his cock. I licked the tip gingerly, tasting my own juices mixed in with his. I took his whole penis in my mouth and felt it engorge my throat. I swirled my tongue up and down the shaft as I sucked harder and harder, up and down, up and down, he moaned louder and pulled my face back up to his face.

He kissed me again, and turned me around. With his legs outstretched he sat me on his cock, deep in my pussy it felt like it should just stay there always and never come out. He liked to have me sit with my back to him so he could look at my long back and hard ass. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed and pinched them. I rode him slowly, as slowly as I could; I did love that whole delayed gratification thing. I began to shudder and felt the wetness from inside me dripping out between my legs and onto him.

As I lifted and lowered on top of him, I looked across the river and almost fainted when I saw the bear looking at us from across the creek. He looked so harmless all of a sudden and seemed almost bored with our fucking. I thought about our close call with him and then I thought about what happened after, a very human mauling.

I thought about the Native Americans’ stories about shape shifters, where an animal spirit actually takes the shape of a man…I stopped contemplating this as I grew too excited to go slowly, I thrusted wildly on top of Philippe’s nearly exploding penis until he held me still and refused to let me move. Aaah, there was to be more torture, the sweetest pleasure I know…and for the rest of that night until the early hours of dawn.

The bear finally wandered away, without a care in the world and suspiciously satisfied.

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This is Chapter Two of a series of Three (so far!). These scribblings were originally created to titillate and excite my partner at the time, they became a submission on Literotica because a good friend encouraged me to let others visit my world for a little while…..AustralWind helped me form these words for you to enjoy and Cadoras was my appreciative sounding board…please enjoy the passionate and heated scribblings of a virgin Literotica Author.

Chapter Two: THE DRESS

She had accepted his offer of drinks back at his place, she really enjoyed being in his company although she knew that it would be awhile before he was thinking about bonking her again, or was there something she could do about that?

They drove back to his place stopping for a bottle of whiskey on the way. She was still so horny and her knickers were sopping with both their cum from the car park incident so when they arrived at his place she asked to use the shower. He said he would have a quick wash and the bathroom was all hers.

When he came out he got dressed again and went off to fix their drinks, put on some music and wait for her in the lounge room.

She had a quick shower, just washing away the remains of their recent interlude and towelling herself off. She put her corset and stockings back on as they were dry but didn’t put her dress or knickers back on – both were wet with cum. She slipped into his satin robe and went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea – although she knew he had a cold Kahlua in the lounge.

When she went into the lounge room, he was sitting back on the lounge listening to music with his eyes closed. He had left her drink on the coffee table so she put her cup of tea next to it. Then she knelt between his legs and ran her hand up his legs, he opened his eyes and she told him to close them again.

She ran her hands firmly along his thighs and around his crotch to his fly. She unzipped his pants and ran her fingernail along the top of his pubic line, he took a sharp breath in and she knew she was in luck – he just might respond.

“Stand up and take your pants off” she said in a quiet but firm tone. He opened his eyes and looked down at her in surprise but after a second got up from the lounge and took them off.

She tugged at the waist of his jocks, “and these”. He didn’t hesitate this time and took them off. She knew he loved being dominated; she could see the results start to become obvious as his cock began to engorge itself.

She took a mouthful of tea but didn’t swallow it. She then took his balls in her mouth to bathe them in the hot tea – he gasped. She swallowed the tea and then took a mouthful of Kahlua leaving the ice in her mouth – again she took his balls in her mouth using her tongue to roll the ice over his sack.

She could feel them constricting – running away from the cold. “Oh no, don’t do that” he said. “Shhh” she snapped back “or I’ll have to tie you up”. He went quiet again so she took another mouthful of tea and did the same thing – feeling the balls relax into her mouth with the warmth.

She intended to take him back to the bedroom and tie him up – she enjoyed that and she knew he loved it. She knew it was guaranteed to get him off. But as she was still sucking his balls he suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up to look at him. “I said, don’t do that”. She panicked at first but then he leant down and kissed her so gently and so sensually that she knew he was taking control of the situation, and it turned her on so much to relinquish herself to him. “Stand up and take the robe off.”

Suddenly she didn’t feel so brazen - she felt shy and taking the robe off was done slowly with the shoulders falling down first and then she almost regretfully let it drop to the floor around her stockinged feet. He sat back on the lounge and watched her take it off, then looked her over. With just a black corset with suspenders and stockings on she felt vulnerable.

He told her to have a drink and then stand by the dining table. She took her time, wondering what he was up to. When she was at the table he stood up, turned the music louder so the bass was pulsing through their bodies and then he came over to her with one hand behind his back.

He put something on the table behind her (his drink she assumed) and pushed his body against hers so her legs were hard against the table. As he kissed her, he ran his fingers along the stocking tops, up the suspenders and across her pubic bone. She loved the feel of it and closed her eyes to immerse herself in his touch.

He lifted her and sat her on the table edge. He told her to close her eyes again. She did and then she felt the cloth as he tied the blindfold across her eyes. She now realised what he had put on the table as he strapped one of her ankles to the leg of the table, he forced her legs wide apart so her pussy was very exposed and then tied the other ankle to another leg of the table. She couldn’t move her legs and felt vulnerable and very turned on.

Then he put her arms behind her back and tied them together; now she was forced to sit on the edge of the table. The sensation of not knowing where and when the next touch would be was so delicious - almost enough to bring her to orgasm on its own.

She felt his fingertips gliding along her shoulder, across her chest, down to her waist and along her leg. His hand slid down her stockinged thigh as he kissed her deeply and passionately. His body was between her legs and she could feel his warm skin against hers – things she didn’t normally concentrate on when she had her sight and her hands. Things like the bass of the music reverberating through the table; it felt so raw, so erotic pumping through her ass and her pussy.

Suddenly he stopped kissing her, his hands left her body and she felt him move away from her. She felt a little more vulnerable, not knowing where he was but this just added to the excitement. Then she heard a familiar click, and another and another. He was taking photos of her tied to the table! Once she worked it out, she realised how much of a turn on this was but he had come back to her and was licking and biting her thigh.

Her senses zoned in on the incredible sensations as he moved to work on her clit, and it was unbearable as he flicked and sucked it. She wanted to move harder against this mouth, cover his face with her pussy, but she couldn’t move, her pelvis tilting hard against him but her bound legs not allowing her hips to move her closer. It was incredibly hard to take and she was racing toward an orgasm when he suddenly stopped.

He pulled away and then she felt him untying her hands. She thought surely this can’t be over so quickly, …………and she was right. He gently laid her on her back across the table and then re-tied her wrists to the other legs of the table so she was spread eagled and incredibly vulnerable. Again she heard the sounds of the camera, from every angle – she couldn’t wait to see how these turned out – it was exciting to think he was taking photos of her when she could do nothing about it.

He returned to her with his fingers on her clit, massaging it and then sliding into her pussy. She moaned as he pushed deeper and deeper with each thrust, he leant across her and sucked her clit and she almost came right then. Then something hard was pushing against her pussy, vibrating her lips and her clit – he had brought out a vibrator and he pushed it inside her deep and left it there as he worked on her clit with this mouth and his fingers.

She tried to force her hips toward his mouth but couldn’t so she lay there whimpering and begging to be fucked. He moved the vibrator in and out of her and she could hear her juices squelching as he drove it deeper and harder inside her. She orgasmed intensely as he sucked her clit - her legs trembled and his mouth was driving her climax higher and higher, she strained against her restraints yelling to release the tension, begging for him to stop. Finally he did and she let her body relax.

It wasn’t till the throbbing died down that she realised he had left the vibrator inside her although he had turned it off, it was slick with her juices and she knew her pussy lips would be covered in them as well. Then she heard the camera again, these pictures were going to be incredible.

He came over and kissed her, he always finished with this – it was special and made her feel appreciated, except this time he hadn’t quite finished!

He untied her wrists and her legs, took off her blindfold and let her adjust to the light again for a moment before he lifted her off the table and spun her around. He bent her over at the waist and she had to grasp the other side of the table as he forced her legs open with his knees. He told her to stay there – don’t move. She didn’t, and the camera went off again and again.

When she thought he had stopped taking photos she started to get up from the table but he was on her straight away pushing her back down with one hand as he rubbed the head of his cock against her ass, her pussy and her clit. Holding onto her with one hand he slammed his cock hard into her pussy and pumped her. She knew he would last a while this time, he had cum tonight already and he did last – he pumped her hard and slow, took his cock out and rubbed it against her clit and then slammed it back in her pussy, occasionally stopping to take a photo.

She thought she was going to be red raw if he didn’t cum soon but just as she thought she couldn’t take anymore and her body would give in, another orgasm welled up from deep inside and her whole body shuddered as she felt herself cum and then the realisation hit that his cum was pumping in her as well. They both yelled out as they came, so taken in the moment, and then he collapsed onto her as they both caught their breath

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© ~Breathe~ 13th May 2006

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We had rented a small house in the country, far from anyone where we could be alone and have privacy. “So you can walk around in your thong and skimpy top for me,” was how you put it. It was beautiful, small, but just right for us. You loved the big TV in the main room with the matching chairs while I loved the bedroom with its old cast iron bed. I could imagine either one of us, hands tied to the posts while the other had their way with them. You must have seen the look in my eyes because you leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry baby, it won’t be wasted”.

You broke out the Scotch and poured one glass. I looked at you and smiled. Picking it up I took a sip and leaned in to kiss you. Passing it to you, you swallowed and then kissed me back.

“Why dirty another glass? We can both share this way,” was your comment.

I went to the bath and discovered it had a huge old-fashioned claw tub, big enough for the two of us. I began to run the water for it, lit some candles in the bath and the bedroom. I added a little oil to the water so it would feel silken on our skin and I called out to you. You came in, drink in hand to find me kneeling in the tub.

You drew in your breath with a hiss, and said, “Baby”. You turned and left the room, confusing me. Walking back in, you had a glass in one hand and the bottle in the other with a huge smile on your face. Pouring a full glass, you set the bottle down and came to the edge of the tub.

Standing right in front of me, you conveyed with your eyes your wish, and it was mine as well. I slowly unzipped your jeans, slid them down a bit, and then did the same to your shorts. Your cock, semi erect bounced into my view. I pulled you to me, burying my face in your cock and balls, smelling you, taking your scent in for those long nights when we were apart. Nuzzling your thighs with my lips, I deliberately avoided your cock, instead, allowing my hair to brush against it, arousing you even more. You steadied yourself by placing one hand in my hair as you slowly and seductively ground against my face.

I pulled back and took the drink from your hand. Taking a sip of it, I then lower the glass to your cock, dipping it in the amber liquid.

“I think I’ll serve myself my Scotch this way if you don’t mind,” I whispered.

“Becoming my bitch are we?” you growled as my tongue ran over the shaft cleaning every last drop from you, savoring the combination of you and the drink.

I took you in my mouth, warm and wet, while gazing up at you, nodding my head in agreement. You set the drink down and quickly undressed and slid in next to me, pulling me back against you, lying between your spread legs. I could feel your cock hard against my cheeks and the strength of your chest as I leaned back against you. Kissing my neck and shoulders, you reached around and cupped both breasts, rolling them between your fingers, causing me to arch my back, pushing them further into your hands.

“That’s it baby, let her out, I want her out.”

My reply to you was to remove one hand and place it on my pussy. Your answer was to bite my shoulder as you pinched the full lips and gave it a slight twist. Your other hand guided your cock between my ass cheeks so that they, tight and secure, engulfed it.

With the warm water surrounding us, we laid there, relaxing in it, slowly building our need. I would grind my ass against your cock and you would tease my lips, brushing my clit every now and then. The only sound in the room was the lapping of the water from our body movements and the soft moans and sighs we made.

As the water-cooled, I leaned forward to let some out and put warm water back in. My ass was right in front of you, my pussy level with your face, the lips swollen and red from the warmth of the water and your touch. You traced the line of my ass cleavage down to the parts lips ever so lightly. I groaned and grabbed the edge of the tub in front of me and softly said, “Yes Master.”

Your reply was a swift slap to my cheeks and a growled, “About time”.

Repeatedly you did that, caress and then slap, until my cheeks were as red as my swollen pouting lips, pushed out completely now. You reached for the oil next to the tub and let it dribble down between the cheeks. It was cold in comparison to my hot skin and the warm water. Again, your finger traced the same path as before, but this time, stopping to play at the entrance. Slowly your worked your finger in, watching it all, knowing that while I was shy about it, I was loving every minute of it. The woman and the slut, merging. I rocked back and forth on your hand, feeling it invade me, deeper and deeper. You removed it to take each cheek in a hand and spread me wide, opening me up completely to your view. Slowly your slide your thumbs inward until they were touching the soft puckered skin. Carefully you worked one in, then the other until I was panting from the slight pain.

“Take a drink, let it ease the pain.”

The liquid burns my throat as I take a huge gulp, but it only serves to light the flame in me higher.

“Work through it, it will pass,” you tell me.

I just clench the edge a little tighter and slowly move against you, giving myself to you. Working your thumbs in me, you slowly stretch me and prepare me for yourself. Leaning forward, you begin to bite and kiss my cheeks driving me close to the edge. Taking a drink yourself now, you dribble it over my cheeks and then proceed to lick them clean.

You stand up behind me and taking your cock in your hand, begin to run up and down the same path your fingers had taken before. I widen my legs a bit, silently telling you of my desire. Immediately you laugh.

“My blue-eyed bitch is here, isn’t she?”

“Yes”

You pull me to my feet, hand me a washcloth, and pick one up yourself. We touch and play, bathing each other, amid kisses and nibbles. Finally, the water cools to the point it is uncomfortable and you hand me a towel as you step from the bath, then helping me out as well. We dry each other off, driving the passion higher. Half drunk with liquor and totally drunk with passion we kiss and walk to the bedroom.

“Where did you put the bag,” you ask me.

“I just tossed it in the closet in the hall.”

As you are gone, I turn down the bed waiting for your return and wondering what you have planned. You walk into the room holding a large object in your arms.

“Look at what I have found, they never mentioned this in the rental agreement,” you laugh.

You set down on the floor a Sybian and look at me with a gleam in your eye. I blush but I know it is fruitless to deny you, nor really do I want to.

“I can only do this with you touching me, holding me, being a part of this,” I say to you.

You just smile and lead me to it. I kneel down as you position me over the dildo as I ease on to it. Once down, you kneel before me and hold me, telling me it’s ok, you’re with me. I hold on to you until the fear passes and then kiss you. The kiss deepens and you know you can go ahead.

You take the clamps from the bed where you had laid them, telling me, “Offer me your tits”.

I cup them and hold them high for you. You lean over, lick, and bit one nipple until I am grinding down on the still dildo. You laugh quietly and quickly clamp me kissing me to ease the pain, and then you lean down and prepare the other nipple the same way.

Coming behind me, you reach around and place the collar on my neck as I melt against you. Picking up the control box in your hand, you slowly turn the machine on as you bite and lick my neck knowing how that drives me crazy. I feel it deep inside of me, so different from your touch, and yet good, like when you have used toys on me.

You leaned back for a moment and I panicked, reaching back for you, pulling you to me, “No, don’t move, I need to feel you.” You settle back against me, just as we were in the bath. Comforted again, I give into the feelings and totally submit to it.

You turn the controls higher and my body begins to respond, my nipples tingling from the clamps and the arousal. My hands reach up and begin to pull and tug at them as I lose control of myself. Suddenly you are in front of me pulling me close, kissing me, whispering, “Let go, let it happen, cum for me.”

As it hits, I grab for you, biting your shoulder, leaving bite marks that will take a long time to fade as it crashes over me. Your hands quickly remove the clamps, the searing pain sending me deeper into the orgasm. I collapse against you, clinging to you.

As I slowly come out of it, I look into your eyes and see your need and want. My lust hits hard again, but in a different way looking into the pools of your brown eyes. I see what you desire, but hesitate to ask for.

Ever so sweetly but with deep intent, I look you in the eye and say, “Bitch”.

You shake your head and reply, “No, I am Master,” but I place my finger over your lips and quiet you.

“No, Mistress is here and you will obey me, understood?”

I strike your thighs with the whip I have taken from the nightstand. My eyes glaze over as you smile and submit.

“Look at what you’ve done,” I say pointing to my red and swollen pussy, juices gleaming on the pale skin. I slowly run my fingers through them, gathering the juices on them, paint your nipples, and then lean in to kiss and bite them. You hiss and pull my head tight to your chest as you arch yourself to me. My hand drops to your cock, hard as steel and so in need of release.

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes”

I slap your ass with the whip, “Yes who?”

“Yes, my Mistress, I want to cum.”

“Then you shall my pet, just as I have, long and hard.”

You look at me with a quizzical look and then it becomes apparent to you what I want. You shake your head no, but I see deep in your eyes, you want to be pushed to do it.

“Turn face the wall, spread your legs”.

You comply with my orders with a deep sigh. I walk up to you, lean into you and cup your balls through your legs from behind.

“Whose are these?”

“Yours”

I reached further and take your cock in my hand, all sticky and leaking.

“And this?”

“Yours Mistress, yours.”

“Serve me that ass, my sweet bitch.”

You push it towards me in offering, and it only serves to heighten my desire to control you and give you your release. I begin to strike you; first one cheek, and then the other, watching them slowly glow red. Your cock jumps with each strike and you pant with desire. I feel my need grow as well, but not personal need but the need to take you to that place you take me to, complete trust and release. Your arousal becomes mine.

I stop and drop the whip to the floor and myself to my knees as I whisper, “Now to prep you sweet baby”.

Splitting you open, my tongue dives straight into you, no hesitation. You push back, fucking my tongue, giving me access to the most intimate part of you. I slowly lower back onto my heels and work my fingers in my pussy, wet with oil and cum and use it to work my fingers in you. Your panting grows louder as you say, “I can’t hold out much more, I need to cum.”

I rise to my feet and turn you around. Pulling you to me, I kiss you slow and sweetly, tenderly; then lead you to the toy. As you did with me, I lower you on to the machine, guiding the dildo into you. You slide down on it, the juices I left behind easing the way. You lean forward then back, getting adjusted to it as I slowly turn the controls on.

The movement hits you like a jolt and you catch your breath and moan, “Oh baby!”

I straddle it behind you, leaning my rock hard nipples into your back, rubbing them against you so you can feel them. I reach around, grab your cock, and start to stroke it. You begin to glisten with perspiration, which I lean over and taste with my kisses off your back. You are fucking the machine, just like you’ve fucked my fingers in the past; up and down, side to side, your eyes closed tight, lost in the feeling. Suddenly your whole body tenses up, you rise up and down one last time before your cum shoots out arcing in the air, then you slump down.

I move to the front, extend my hand to you, and lead you to our bed. Taking a towel, I gently wipe your forehead as I kiss it and wipe your chest and shoulders as well. Tucking you in, I slid in beside you as you spoon yourself around me, burying your face in my hair and neck as your hands cup my breasts. Warm, safe, loving…we fall to sleep.

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It seemed strange in a way that she had hurried to open the outer door to the club and I walked through, not unlike a king who expected deferential treatment by his subjects. Most of the time I opened doors for ladies, both acquaintances and strangers, but not for this woman. Not for a few others too but none of them were here this night.

The pretty young thing was twenty year old Melissa and she had been with me for just over a month. She sought me out, much to my everlasting delight, and I had spent the last four weeks training her … as a sex slave. I’d been punching her pussy three, four, sometimes even five times a day. I’d taught her to take anal penetration without any pain and to like the result. She had become a superb blow job artist and I had sucked her tits often enough after a doctor gave her hormone injections that she was lactating and now a great dispenser of warm sweet milk.

But I had been her only lover and now it was time for her to branch out, to show her skills to others. Selectively, of course, only to those I chose. But tonight she was going to impress some people.

The club was private, only for the benefit of member masters and their slaves and guests. It was tucked into a cul de sac so the operation would be inconspicuous. Which was a good thing. If some people saw the way Melissa was dressed tonight, we might have a visit from the police. She was wearing a deep purple velveteen dress with a U-shaped bodice that topped out right under her D-cup breasts which were now swollen to DD-cups, leaving nothing to doubt. Nor did the south end of the garment, because the mini-mini-skirt hem rode right across the apex of the curve of her buttocks so that nothing, front or back, was seriously hidden from sight. Given that the back dipped almost to her waist and there was a big diamond cutout in front below the bodice, the dress left little to the imagination.

Melissa had trembled from the time we entered the limo until we got out at the front door but she did not say anything, did not dare protest my choice of her garments. I knew that other masters would have sex slaves with revealing outfits too but I thought my pretty little bitch-in-heat would be the best looking of the lot.

And the most versatile. Melissa was a contortionist. Not one of those women who could lock her feet behind her head but a true carnival-type contortionist. She could bend her body in ways most people wouldn’t even think about, let alone accomplish themselves. Several of her ‘formations’ involved bending over backwards until she was essentially standing on her hands and face, then doing strange things with the position of her legs, often ending up looking like a human pretzel. And once there, she could hold those positions indefinitely.

That made screwing her an unusual event. One of her favorite positions was laying on her face with her legs perpendicular to her body and her hands holding her ankles, making her look like a pair of eyeglass frames and leaving her pussy wide open. One of my favorites was for her to stand on one leg with the other straight up and her body hugging that leg; I could walk up to her, cock pointed straight ahead and slip it into her pussy and fuck her, sort of like a no-hands masturbation. Although I had four other slaves at the time, I only brought Melissa this night because I wanted her to be my sole attraction for the evening.

Inside I was greeted by three old acquaintances, minor young masters with their sex slaves hovering nearby. The masters seemed to already be into their third or fourth drinks because they were already slurring their words. I greeted them and walked on into the interior, not bothering to introduce Melissa who followed me like a puppy dog.

Once past the crowded bar area, the club opened into an amphitheater-like area, with a modest sized stage at the bottom and the rest of the room rising slowly through a series of narrow steps interspersed with wide steps. The nine wide steps were wide enough for some low tables and lots of cushions which served as seats or beds or whatever the patrons wanted.

I stopped at the opening to the theatre and surveyed the room. The stage was occupied by a tall skinny black man laying naked on his back while four women, two black and two white, licked him from head to toe. The nine wide steps must have been occupied by three dozen masters and mistresses with their various slaves, some relaxing and sipping drinks, others involved in various kinds of sexual activity as the masters or mistresses required. Many of them were engaged in oral acts but no few of them were involved in obvious penetration acts as well.

I found a wide opening in the seventh row and Melissa helped me get comfortable among the pillows, folding my jacket under the table. I sent her off to the bar to get me a drink while I surveyed the activity around me.

Although some masters and mistresses would come and go during the evening, I figured most of them were in house then so I called Melissa close to me and said “You are to go to every master and mistress and tell them that your master is offering samples of milk. Let everyone drink as they will. Now go.” Being a rather logically minded person, Melissa went up to the ninth level, down to one end and bent over the master in the corner. I watched him sit up and look toward me and give a little wave before he took Melissa’s right nipple into his mouth. I turned again to surveying the crowd.

I didn’t have to wait long before a female voice said “Master, Master Thompson sends his regards and wonders if you would sample his slave’s possibilities.” I turned to look and saw a pretty Reubenesque woman with lots of soft curves, as naked as the day she was born except for a pair of soft leggings to keep her lower legs warm. I nodded and she sank into the pillows, carefully helping me out of my pants. Soon her hands and mouth were caressing my nether region while I leaned back and enjoyed the sensations. By the time the slave sucked the cum out of my nuts, Melissa had worked around the top two rows and started on the next one.

Sending the slave back to Master Thompson with my thanks, I settled back to watch the show on the stage. Master George had come on-stage with one of his slaves, a young woman with a nice set of knockers. He took a pair of chains hanging from the ceiling and cuffed her, using velvet-covered cuffs, to the chain. Slowly he cranked the chains up until her arms were stretched toward the ceiling. He then cuffed her ankles to another pair of chains, looped two straps around her upper thighs and connected them to the third pair of chains. He cranked these up so that she was suspended in the air about three feet off the stage floor, her legs almost perpendicular to her body. It was obvious that she was totally helpless. Master George then took a long feather duster and began to tease her tits, causing her to squirm. Every so often he made a foray down between her legs with the duster, increasing her movements until she was going wild with desire.

At that point, George signaled another of his slaves to come up onto the stage. It was a big black buck with a black leather hood covering his head, studded armbands and ankle bands on each appendage as well as a leather pocket holding his balls. His big purple erection stood like a long scimitar into the air before him protruding more than a foot. The female slave looked terrified, squirming around trying to keep away from the man. However George commanded the male to step up to the female and enter her. As his big thick rod began to disappear inside her, she screamed in terror. However that did not deter the big black from his task and she soon had fourteen inches of thick black cock buried in her pussy. Slowly she seemed to realize that he had not split her apart and she was able to handle his tool without problem. After that she began to realize pleasure from the act as he studiously plied his big cock in and out of her captive body. A few minutes later her voice rose again, this time extolling her up-coming orgasm. Once she had cum once, he applied more pressure, more speed until she was cumming constantly, causing her voice to increase in pitch until it was just one incoherent siren-pitched sound, higher than I would have believed a human voice could reach. Finally he pulled his cock out of her pussy and sprayed her from head to toe with great strings of sticky white cum until she was almost covered in a cocoon of the stuff.

George relegated the black man to a corner to rest and signaled three nubile young women on stage where they rubbed their naked bodies from head to toe against the woman in the cocoon. Then the women licked the first one clean before they turned to licking themselves in a frenzy of cum-feeding. The audience cheered wildly for the entire show.

We stuck around for another hour or so and I dipped my wick in a few more slave pussies. Then signaling to Melissa, I had her et cleaned up, called my driver and we drove home, well pleased with the evening in general and my newest love slave in particular.

Arriving at home, I let her undress me and then herself and led her to the shower, where we washed away the evidence of our night’s revelry. After she had dried me and herself, we went to my bed, where I sucked her heavy jugs until the were nearly empty. Then Melissa licked me back to front, top to bottom covering every inch of my skin. Finally she very carefully straddled my body and sat until she had engulfed my erection.

To complete our preparation she pulled her legs as tightly together as possible and gently lay herself back between my spread legs so that our heads were at opposite ends of the bed but our most sensitive parts remained connected. The pressure of my cock pushing against her pelvic bone would keep me hard for several hours while we slept and sometimes I was still inside her when we awoke in the morning. When that happened, Melissa would scarcely be able to constrain herself until we had our first fuck of the day and it often resulted in some light punishment for her disobedience, which always led to more strenuous sex.

It just took a few minutes before we both drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow would be another day.

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On Wednesday I walked into the office and was met by Ken, walking out of the door. “Where are you off to Ken?” I asked as he passed me with a big grin on his face. “Sam is sending me to New York for a couple of days to work on a project. It is the Carmine account.” He said, still smiling and walked out the door. I watched him walk out the door and I walked to my office.

I entered the office and Sam was waiting for me. “I sent Ken to New York for three days. I figured you might need the time.”

“Sam, what are you talking about?” I asked, wondering if he knew about Sharon and me. “I will just leave it at that, Stephen. What you do is up to you,” he said and left my office. I sat for a few minutes and planned the next three days and nights with Sharon.

I waited for until Ken’s plane was scheduled to leave and then picked up the phone and called Sharon. “Hello,” she said when she answered. “Sharon, this is Stephen, I am taking you to the movies tonight.” She hesitated for a few minutes and then said, ” I am not sure that is a good idea, Ken..” I cut her off, saying, “Ken is out of town for three days, I am taking you to the movies tonight!” I waited for her answer. It did not take long before she said, “which movie and what should I wear?” I said, “I will pick the movie and I want you to wear a nice skirt and blouse, stockings and a garter, nothing else.” When she answered, I could hear the quiver in her voice as she asked, “what time will you pick me up?” I said, “I will pick you up at 8, be ready.” She answered, ” I will be. I need to get ready now, see you tonight.” She hung up the phone and I did the same.

I sat there a moment before it sunk in. She was mine!

I drove up to Ken’s house a little before 8 and got out. I walked to the door and knocked. Sharon opened the door a few minutes later. I looked at her for a moment, admiring her lovely face and then walked inside. “Close the door.” I said as I walked into the living room. Sharon closed the door and walked in behind me. I looked around and then sat in a big easy chair. “That is Ken’s chair,” she said as I sat down. “And you are Ken’s wife.” I said looking at her.

“Did you dress as I told you,” I asked point blank. She looked at me and lowered her head slightly and said softly, “Yes.” I could see her nipples poking through her white blouse, so I knew she was not wearing a bra, but was not sure about the rest, so I said, ” Show me.” Sharon dropped her hands to her sides and taking hold of the hem of her skirt, pulled it slowly up. I watched as the hem moved up her legs and past the top of her stockings. I love the look of stocking, they show off a woman’s legs so well and when you run your hand up them to meet flesh. Nothing is more exciting. Her skirt continued to rise until I saw her shaved pussy come into my view. I licked my lips and tried to curb my excitement.

“Come over here, Sharon,” I instructed her. She kept the dress high and walked to my side. Looking into her eyes I placed my hand on the inside of her knee and started to raise it. Cool nylon feels so good, as I moved my hand up her leg. I soon came to the top of the stocking and then felt warm smooth flesh. I continued to raise my hand until my fingers touched her naked pussy lips. Rubbing my fingers back and forth, her lips opened to my fingers. “My Sharon, you are wet,” I said as I moved my fingers back and forth and rubbed her clit. She moaned and said, “I have been wet since the dinner party.” I smiled and rubbed over her mound. “Nice and smooth, did you shave today, just for me?” I asked as I moved my finger back between her lips. “Yes, I wanted to be very smooth for you Stephen,” is said in a shaky voice.

“Good girl,” I said and then moved my finger into her hot wet pussy. “Oh g-d Stephen, you are going to make me cum, right here.” I continued to move my finger in and out of her pussy as I saw her clench her hands tightly on the hem of her skirt. “Yes, Sharon, cum for me. Now!” I said as I pushed my finger deep into her wet pussy. She came standing there. I pulled my finger from her and raised my hand towards her mouth. She knew what I wanted and leaned forward to suck my finger past her lips. She sucked and licked her juices from my finger, until I pulled it from her mouth.

“I love your mouth, Sharon. Show me what else you can do with it.” She dropped her skirt and knelt between my legs. Looking into my eyes, she opened my pants and pulled my cock free. Still looking into my eyes, she lowered her mouth until the head of my cock was between her lips. She licked the head with her tongue, round and round and then across the head to lick up my pre cum. She raised her mouth from my cock, looked at me and said, “G-d I love the taste of your cock. I want to suck it all the time.” She immediately dropped her head and sucked my cock back into her mouth. I gripped the arms of Ken’s favorite chair as his wife made love to my cock with her mouth. She sucked it a few times then began to bob her head up and down on my cock, taking more and more of it into her mouth and throat. She bobbed up and down until her nose was pressed into my pubic hair and she stopped. She worked her lips around the base of my cock as her throat squeezed the rest. I have never felt anything like it before. My g-d this woman could suck cock. I moaned and I guess she liked how she was making me feel. I felt her hand move to caress my balls as she resumed her fantastic blowjob. Massaging my balls as her head bobbed up and down on my cock. I gripped the arms of chair harder. It is a wonder I did not leave fingerprints.

I moaned again and told her I was close. Sharon played with my balls with on hand and I felt her move her other hand to my ass. She was bobbing her head faster and faster. I felt the tingle in my balls and with the first spurt of my cum into her mouth, Sharon pushed her finger into my ass. I lifted my hips completely off the chair and pushed my cock deep into her mouth as I came. She wiggled her finger in my ass as she swallowed my cream. “Oh my g-d,” I screamed as she sucked my dry.

When I stopped cumming in her mouth, she pulled her finger from my ass and continued to suck on my cock. Softly, almost like it was a pacifier. She sucked until I was empty and my cock was clean. As my cock slide out of her mouth, she looked at me and said, “Stephen, I will suck your cock anytime you want. I love your cock in my mouth and I love the taste of your cream.” I moved my hand to her cheek and said, “You will my pet.”

I looked into her eyes, seeing total submission. I smiled and said, “let’s go to the movies. I have an interesting evening planned. She smiled and stood up, straitened her skirt and waited for me to stand. I stood, placed my cock back into my pants and zipped up. I put my hand in the small of her back and walked her out of the house and into my car. As I closed the door, I looked from her eyes to her breasts. Her nipples were hard and poking straight through her white blouse. I got into the car and drove to the movies.

I parked in the lot of the Downtown Cinema. It was a very upscale adult movie theatre and I knew she had never been there. Ken would never have taken her there, let alone go himself. I bought the tickets and we walked in. The inside of the theatre is dark and the seats are larger than normal. I looked around and saw a few couples sitting together and a few lone men. I directed Sharon to the side of the theatre, where a man was sitting by himself. We took the row behind him and sat down. The movie started soon afterwards.

The movie was unimportant. They usually have no plot what so ever, just a couple of well built women being fucked by several men. The movie started with a blonde meeting a man in the supermarket. He commented on the size of the cucumbers and the blonde smiled and asked he was as well endowed. He said come with me and took to his apartment and showed her. As his large cock came into view, I moved my hand between Sharon’s legs and started to play with her wet pussy. As the blonde on the screen started to suck the studs cock, I heard Sharon moan. I know the man in front of us heard it to, because he shifted in his seat. I continued to finger Sharon’s pussy as the blonde sucked the man’s cock on the screen. When the man on the screen started to cum in the blonde’s mouth, Sharon came all over my finger.

Her moaning caused the man in front of us to turn around and look. He saw me pull my hand from between Sharon’s legs and her suck my fingers clean of her juices. I winked at him and smiled. He smiled back with a longing look in his eyes. I looked at Sharon, as she sucked my fingers and saw her looking at the screen. I looked to the screen and saw the blond smile as another well hung stud entered the room as she was sucking the first mans cock clean. I took my fingers from Sharon’s mouth and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Ask the man in front of us to sit next to you.” She looked at me and shook her head no. I whispered again, simply, “it was not for you to question, ask him now!” She looked at me then leaned forward and said to the stranger, “Sit next to me.” The man almost jumped and then slowly moved around the isle and sat next to Sharon. I looked at him in the eyes and said, “what do you want her to do?”

Sharon looked at me surprised but said nothing. The man looked at Sharon and then at me, almost disbelieving his luck and said, ” I want her to blow me.” I felt Sharon stiffened at his words, but again she did not move. I said, “that is only fair, since I am sure she made you hard with all her moaning as I finger fucked her pussy. Sharon, take his cock out of his pants.” She hesitated and looked at me. I said, ” do it now Sharon!”

Sharon moved her hands to his zipper and as she started to pull it down, the man sat back in his chair and moved his hips forward, until his ass was almost off the seat. Sharon opened his pants and pulled out his cock. It was not that big, maybe five inches long, but the head was already wet with his precum. “Suck his cock Sharon.” I whispered loudly and when she did not move to suck him, I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed it toward his cock. She held strong for a moment then, leaned forward. I heard the man suck in his breath as her mouth circled the head of his cock. “You are in for a treat, my friend,” I said as I removed my hand from her head.

The man took the opportunity to move his hand to the back of her head and pushed down. I saw him raise his hips as Sharon sucked his cock deep into her mouth. I knew he would not move into her throat and thought how sad for him. He did not seem to mind as Sharon started to bob her head up and down on his cock. The man was moaning more now and I knew it would not be long until he came in her mouth. His hips were moving up and down to the tempo of Sharon’s blowjob and after only a few minutes I saw him push her head down hard. I heard Sharon sucking and swallowing his load. She sucked him for a few more minutes then he removed his hand from her head and she sat back up, licking her lips and swallowing the remainder of his cum.

The man looked over at me and said, “that was the best blow job I have ever had. Do you come her often?” I looked at him and said, “friend this was a one time deal for you, I hope you enjoyed it.” He smiled as he put his cock back into his pants and said, “I will not soon forget it, nothing like this has ever happened to me before.” I moved my head, indicating it was time for him to leave and return to his seat. He moved to isles away from us, but continued to watch us instead of the movie. I looked around and saw another man had been watching the whole time. I smiled at him and nodded my head. He got up and came to sit next to Sharon.

Sharon looked at me and then at the man as he sat down. I told Sharon to pull her skirt up so he could see her shaved pussy. Sharon leaned back in her seat, lifted her hips and pulled her skirt up around her waist. I watched as the new man looked at her pussy. “She needs to be licked and sucked,” was all I said. The man almost immediately moved off his seat and between her legs. Sharon closed her eyes and leaned back into the chair. We did not tell him that I had cum in her pussy before coming to the theatre, not that it would have made a difference. The man opened Sharon’s legs and moved his head between them. I heard Sharon moan as he started to lick and suck her shaved pussy. Sharon must have been very close for almost as soon as he started; she clamped her legs together and came.

The man was licking her pussy and clit as she came all over his tongue and face. Sharon pushed his head away from her pussy and whispered, “please, fuck me.” The man kneeling between her legs moved up and took his cock in his hand. I can only guess he was playing with himself as he was licking her pussy. He rubbing his cock up and down her slit then pushed home. I was almost impressed with his cock as I watched him slide it into Sharon’s wet hot pussy. It was a little bigger than the one she had just blown, about 6 or 7 inches. Sharon was moaning as he fucked her. He was not graceful at all; he was just slamming his cock in and out of her pussy. Using her for his pleasure, not hers. He did not last long and soon shot his load into her pussy.

When he finished fucking her, he stood up and put his hand behind her head and pulled her mouth to his cock. Sharon did not hesitate and took his cock into her mouth and sucked him clean. When he had enough, he pushed her head away from his cock and as he zipped up his pants said, “nice slut you have man, I hope to use her again.” I looked at Sharon as she licked her lips and said, “who knows if you are in the right place, at the right time, you might.” He smiled at me and then walked away.

I looked at Sharon and smiled. She looked back into my eyes and I saw the look of a content, woman. I stood and offered her my hand. She took it and stood next to me. I kissed her cheek and we walked out of the theatre hand in hand. We walked to the car and open the door for her and watched as she sat down. I stood up and unzipped my pants…..

Our three days together had just started and before Ken came home to his well-fucked and very content wife, I had the chance to fuck her everywhere I could find. She was very willing and did every thing I wanted.

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She became vaguely aware of lying on a bed, and movement. The movement, she began to realize, was due to her being in some sort of traveling mobile home, which was currently traveling. The vehicle hit a bump in the road, and she heard the muffled sound of a woman complaining. This was followed by some laughter, then the drone of the wheels on the road took over once again.

She glanced around the room; tiny. Almost claustrophobic in its compactness. In fact, the bed she was lying on appeared to take the bulk of the room. She could see that a blanket was thrown over her; moving her left hand carefully and lifting an edge, she saw that underneath she wore shorts and a T-shirt, socks. Nothing alarming.

And yet she was alarmed. She couldn’t remember her name, and she was certain she had never seen this - this mobile home? - before. Closing her eyes, she tried to recall her name, facts, anything to identify herself, to introduce herself to the stranger that she was now. Nothing. She began to panic and sat up, hearing a slight clinking noise as she did. Throwing back the blanket revealed that the right foot had a leather cuff that was attached to the post of the bed. She struggled to undo it. It was locked. She sat, uncertain of what was going on, swaying slightly as the mobile home traveled on, taking her she did not know where, removing her from equal uncertainty.

More observation revealed sliding doors to the right of her, in the wall; presumably a closet. A tiny cabinet shoved against the wall; space enough to edge by to the bed or open a cabinet drawer just enough to get something out. That was all the room there was.

That, and her growing fear of why she was here, and who was she? began to cause her more panic, and she struggled, until finally she lay down again, feeling drowsy for some reason, and eventually slept.

* * * * *

“Did you check on the girl?” asked Anthony. He was driving the Winnebago, hunkered in the seat, one earphone on and tuned to country music, the other cocked upwards so he could hear what his woman was saying.

His woman was Asian, beautiful and elegant, wearing a slim red silk gown with a slit up one leg. She would have frowned if she had known he was thinking of her as “his woman.” Behind her sat two blonde females, obviously twins, watching a small TV and doing their nails. Across from them sat two elderly Asian women, known as Mama San and Auntie K. No one knew what the K stood for. No one bothered to ask. They knew that Auntie K was Mama San’s sister, and that Mama San was somehow related to the beautiful Asian woman, though whether mother or aunt, no one knew on that, either. But with Mama San, nobody felt comfortable asking questions, either. She was tiny and wrinkled and old and ferocious. Even Anthony felt nervous around her. There was a cruelty to the woman that made him mind his manners around her. As for Anthony, he sometimes wondered how a black man ended up with such an odd group, but as the only male, he was content to puff out his chest at times.

He was also a massive man, well-built, dedicated to the weights which were nestled solidly in the back in the room that he shared with Anna of the red silk gown.

Anthony was their bouncer, their protector, but Anna was the mistress, the leader, with Mama San and Auntie K as her reinforcements.

It was the girl in the little room that worried Anthony. Anna had returned to their camp two days ago, grim and silent, answering no questions. All she would say was that the girl could no longer speak, had lost her memory, and that no one was to question Anna’s decision on what to do with her. It worried Anthony. He had a suspicion that Anna was anxious; he knew enough Japanese to understand that an overheard argument between Mama San and Anna meant that even Mama San was upset, and that scared Anthony. Anything that worried Mama San scared Anthony. He was basically a gentle man, adored women, and had his own fetishes and kinks that Anna satisfied. He was content to drive them about to their little private parties, a little on the outskirts of legal, but not really dangerous.

This, however, smacked of dangerous.

The girl had been asleep in the back seat of the Camry that was now being towed by the Winnebago. Anna had gotten Anthony to lift the girl and place her on the bed. Anthony thought the girl was drugged. She had slept for almost two days, only groggily moving about to go to the bathroom, and even seemed unaware of that. Mama San and Auntie K had had to help her.

The girl was pretty, Anthony thought. Young. Maybe early 20’s. Red hair to the shoulders, green eyes, pale white skin without freckles. Peaches and cream, his mama used to call it.

Still, he was worried. He glanced in the mirror at Auntie K. She was snoring. Mama San jabbed her in the side. Auntie K snorted, moved, and went back to sleep. It was peaceful.

Except for the girl in the back.

* * * * *

In two days, the Winnebago was parked at a campground near Savannah, Georgia, close to a beach. The twins were attracting some attention with their blonde good looks and playful manner. Anthony was reading Zane Grey, sipping a beer, and sitting in the shade. Anthony fancied himself a cowboy, in his dreams. A western knight protecting the maidens of his ranch. He kept an eye on the twins, who went by the names of Bambi and Bunni. He wasn’t sure what their real names were. It didn’t matter. They were part of his family. It appeared that the girl was too, now.

The girl was being called Shawn. Whether that was her name or not, he didn’t know. He didn’t ask. This had been the first morning she had appeared to eat breakfast with them. She seemed confused and upset. He felt sorry for her. He had tried to give her another bowl of cereal, but Mama San had snapped at him not to waste food on somebody who wasn’t earning their keep. Anthony’s cowboy generosity told him to sneak the girl a little food later in the day.

Everyone had been sent outside to the beach, except for Anna, Mama San, and the girl. Auntie K had gone shopping. Anthony had just seen her drive up, bustling inside with two bags. He wondered what was going on.

* * * * *

It was just as well he wasn’t inside to watch. His chivalrous instincts would have caught him Mama San’s wrath. She was already angry with the girl, who was being stubborn.

Shawn, as she was being called, was fairly small. Petite, short, tiny waist, slender legs. Mama San was pleased. The girl was not. She made to stand nude before Anna and Mama San. Shawn did not like this. She was fairly certain this was not her habit to stand nude. She had grabbed for her clothes twice, until Mama San had gotten them and cut them up with a pair of scissors.

“You not wear clothes till I say!” snapped Mama San, shaking the scissors at Shawn. Anna watched, arms crossed. “We need to do something about the hair,” she said.

Mama San nodded.

They had begun by cutting Shawn’s hair until it was a chic bob, angling down towards her chin, with bangs. Next, they dyed her hair black. With the pale skin, she immediately took on a more Gothic look, which caused both Anna and Mama San to nod in satisfaction. Anna left the room and returned with a set of contacts, the type one could wear for days without removing. They were purple and caused no change to her vision, which was fine, but again the effects were immediate: a pale-skinned petite woman with black hair and violet eyes, bangs that now looked seductive as they swept across the tops of her eyes. They looked at the crotch, then at each other.

“Now we need to shave her,” said Anna, just as they heard the car door close. Auntie K had arrived.

Auntie K’s bags were tossed to one corner of the room. Shawn had not been pleased about having her hair dyed, but she shook her head “no” vigorously about having her crotch shaved. This almost seemed to please Mama San, who nodded at Auntie K.

Each took one of Shawn’s arms; Anna pulled a small table out, propped up the leaves, placed a blanket on it. They forced the young woman onto the table on her back, Auntie K holding the slender wrists over the girl’s head. Anna pulled out brackets, grasped one ankle, and pulled it out. She began lashing it to the bracket while Mama San tied the other leg. Shawn heaved, tugging at her wrists, lifting her hips and struggling to close her legs. She was shaking her head no from side to side. They ignored her. Mama San placed cuffs around the wrists and pulled them over the girl’s head cruelly, back and then down, tying it to a rung under the table. She smiled at the girl coldly. “You not move now,” she said, “or I cut pussy and you bleed bad.”

Shawn shivered, jerking a little when she felt Mama San’s wrinkled hand touch her clit. The old woman pinched it tightly, pulling it up. Shawn’s head went back a little, and she lifted her hips. “She gonna make a nice slut before we done,” said Mama San.

The two old women began shaving the girl’s crotch, pulling at the lips, the clit, then working a wax onto the whole area to make certain it was smooth. They powdered it. It felt cool to the girl, but she trembled. She knew she had never shaved there before. And the hands touching her, and her legs tied open - she didn’t like that she couldn’t close her legs. She felt her inner thighs growing sore as she tried to clamp them shut, and the bonds held.

Anna sat to one side, doing her nails, while the women worked. Shawn’s body was completely smooth of hair except for her brows and head before they were done. The touching had unnerved her. Mama San seemed to delight in this. At times she would pinch the girl and tell her to be still.

When they were done, Shawn thought they might let her go. But Auntie K got the bags and showed them to the other two women. Anna nodded. “You did well.”

A leg was freed, but before she could kick, Auntie K held it firmly for one so old in appearance, while Mama San began to roll a length of hose up the girl’s smooth leg. The leg was retied and the next leg clothed in hose. Thigh-high, white, silky, lacey edges. Shawn closed her eyes when she felt the old woman’s hand smoothing up and down the length of the hose. “This nice, nice and slutty.”

They brought out a pair of boots that came above Shawn’s knees, and each in turn was placed on a leg so that the hose peeked over the top, lace above leather, innocence above sin. Now the arms were freed, yet held, and a short jacket placed on her, and then she was tied again. The jacket was leather, black, matching the boots. It smelled good yet frightened Shawn. It was left open, made to hang that way, coming just below the shoulder blades, barely covering her breasts. A collar placed around her neck with a D ring at the front; short black gloves made from black leather that was soft were placed on her hands. She clenched them into fists, trying the cuffs again.

Mama San was not pleased. She snapped her fingers at Auntie K, who scurried away and returned with a small cedar box. She opened it and held it out to Mama San.

“You try get away! You not stay still! You be punished,” snapped Mama San fiercely. She showed Shawn a clover clamp, opening it and shutting it, smiling evilly the whole time. She threaded a chain through the girl’s ring collar, hooked each end to a clamp. She pinched the girl’s nipples with her fingernails, making Shawn arch her back in pain. “Good,” said Mama San. The clamp was placed on the nipple with a snap. It was meant to hurt, and it did. The other nipple was tortured by the old fingernails, then it, too, was placed in the clover clamp’s cruel embrace. The chain was short enough that each time the girl moved her head back even a little, it tugged painfully at the clamps. She did just this without meaning to when she felt something cold between her legs. She lifted her head again, watching. Mama San had a bowl of something, and a brush. She was dabbing it on the girl’s crotch.

Mama San held up the bowl and grinned. She had few teeth. “This ginger. My own secret recipe!” she cackled. Auntie K chuckled and wheezed. She patted Shawn’s stomach lightly while Mama San pulled out one lip, then the other, daubing the spicy liquid onto the girl, rubbing it in. It burned. Shawn took a deep breath and her head went back again when she felt the brush go just inside her, felt the juice trickle in, felt the burning.

“We train you,” said Mama San. “We train you to be good slut.”

“Nobody know her now,” said Auntie K. She rarely spoke. Mama San hissed angrily at her, nodding at the girl, but Shawn did not seem aware of what had been said. She was pulling at the wrist cuffs. Her arms overhead and bent backwards made it hard to breathe. Her stomach was sucked in. She felt so open and vulnerable.

After a few more minutes, Mama San seemed satisfied.

“How long will it take?” asked Anna. Anna had a very cultured, rich voice. It was soothing and chilling at the same time. It lacked emotion.

Mama San shrugged. “Maybe day, maybe two. We wait, do it again, hmm, few hour.” Anna nodded.

The burning continued, with a warmth spreading. Mama San leaned over Shawn’s face. “You feel that girl? You feel?” Shawn stared at her with her purple eyes. “Soon you pussy burn, soon you be a good slut.”

Mama San stood up. She nodded at Auntie K, who produced the cedar box again.

Anna stood and came to the table. “Try this one,” she said, pointing with a polished nail in the box.

Mama San cackled. She held up a small silver thing and showed it to Shawn, who didn’t understand what it meant.

The old woman reached down, grasped Shawn’s clit, pinched it and pulled it up. Then she clasped the silver ring on it. It clamped into placed snugly, not budging, keeping the clit tight and pinched and pounding with the blood in it. It throbbed, matching the other throbbing that had started with the ginger liquid. Shawn squirmed.

Mama San wasn’t finished. She took two silver chains, fine in their workmanship, and looped them around the outer sides of Shawn’s thighs. Auntie K helped her. They took clamps, placed them on the lips of the pussy, pulled them open wide, hurting her a little. The chains were attached to the clamps, and she was held open, wide, with the burning and throbbing from the ginger increasing.

“We leave her here now,” said Mama San. Anna nodded. She seemed bored. They left the room, and Shawn lay bound to the table, stretched with her legs wide open, with her stomach flattened inwards by the tightness of her bonds, with her pussy spread wide. She felt cool air blowing across her crotch lightly, and shivered.

After a time that seemed like hours, she found that she was growing wet, that she could feel the clamp on her clit jerking in time with her hips which had begun to lift up and down. That she was wanting something to touch her there, something - something in her. She began to yearn for it, want it, to the point of feeling miserable. She began to be aware of voices, a man’s voice she didn’t recognize, outside the window of the mobile’s bedroom. She tried to listen but failed to hear. She was thrusting up with her hips now, wanting. Needing.

She was sure she had never done this type of thing before, either.

The man’s voice was inside now. Shawn was still trying to concentrate on his voice, yet still miserable with lust and some uncontrollable urge. The door opened. Mama San entered first, subservient outwardly, bowing respectfully to Anna. Shawn barely noticed. The man came closer, whistling as he saw Shawn.

“She’s a beauty!” he said. His voice sounded southern, mellow. A little uneducated. Shawn glanced at him. He wore a sheriff’s uniform. Anna smiled at him. “Undress for me,” she said. The man swallowed, looked at Shawn again, then obeyed quickly.

Shawn found herself torn between listening and watching the man, and trying to press her legs together. At one point Mama San leaned over and whispered in her ear “feel more like slut now, yes missy?” and then tugged at the clamps on the nipples. It hurt. Shawn found that the pain seemed to make the throbbing in her pussy grow stronger.

Anna put the man throw some mild flogging, some spanking. He groveled at her feet; she spanked him in turn. He kissed her foot; she bound his balls, smacking them with her open hand. He groaned, she smiled. And Shawn continued to grow more wet between her legs.

At last Anna seemed pleased with the man. He was panting, on the floor, bright red marks on his bottom. She told him to stand. He was erect, almost trembling.

“You have done well,” she told him.

“Mistress, thank you,” he said, his head lowered. His chest was heaving from excitement. His cock jerked.

She nodded at Shawn. “Would you like to put a finger in her?” she said.

Shawn tightened, trying to twist to one side. No!

The man beamed, excited. “Can I put my cock in her?” he asked.

“No!” snapped Anna. He quickly groveled on the ground, licking her shoe, until she was pleased once more. She nodded at Mama San.

“Always use glove,” said Mama San. She took the man’s hand and began pulling a glove over it, latex, snapping the cuff around his wrist when she was done. She stepped back.

Anna came over to the man, nudging him around to face Shawn. She leaned over, her mouth at his ear.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked. He nodded mutely, mesmerized. Shawn twisted, trying to free herself, tugging at her own clamps. Anna shoved him forward a little.

“Please me now, and some day I may let you put your cock in her,” she said. She picked up the man’s gloved hand, took his index finger, put it to her mouth, sucked it a little.

He breathed deeply. “Oh Mistress,” he said. She smiled.

“You have earned my pleasure in this,” she said.

He nodded, eager.

Shawn shook her head no, no! and the man did not watch her. The story had been right about Shawn; she could not speak. Whatever had happened to her, she could not speak. She could not say no, beg him to stop, beg to be let go.

She could only lie there, bound tightly, spread wide open, the room quiet, only the sound of the man breathing heavily with excitement, grunting a little as he tried to keep from cumming.

He took his gloved finger, long and fat, and shoved it into Shawn. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and began frantically tugging at her cuffs. She bucked, and this excited him, and he shoved again with his finger. She had tightened around his finger to try to keep him out, but this caused him to moan. “Please Mistress,” he whispered huskily, not even realizing he had said anything. The girl bucked and flung her hips about, trying to get away. He thrust his finger in and out of her, excited. After a moment, Anna told him to stop, that he had pleased her. The girl was panting, tears in her eyes, shaking violently.

Anna took the man to the bathroom, allowing him to cum for her while she watched. He thanked her, paid her, and asked if he could come again.

“It’s been a while since you been in these parts,” he said, buttoning up his shirt. Anna nodded, already showing signs of boredom. He bowed slightly, smiling, and left to get into his squad car, whistling happily.

Inside, Mama San and Auntie K were already untying the girl.

“You little bitch,” Mama San was saying. “You almost ruin good paying customer! Make him go away, how we get money, huh?” She dug in her nails on the tender flesh of the girl’s pussy. The clamps were left in place as they helped her off the table. Shawn sank to the floor on her knees and hands, trembling.

Anna entered the room, closed the door firmly, and locked it. She was angry. Shawn looked up, still shaking.

“You are about to learn, girl, not to cause one of my customers any problems,” said Anna.

“We going to punish?” asked Mama San.

“We are going to teach, first,” said Anna. She sat in a plush chair. Auntie K pulled out a padded stool and placed it before her.

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This is Chapter Three of a series of Three (so far!). These scribblings were originally created to titillate and excite my partner at the time, they became a submission on Literotica because a good friend encouraged me to let others visit my world for a little while…..AustralWind helped me form these words for you to enjoy and Cadoras was my appreciative sounding board…please enjoy the passionate and heated scribblings of a virgin Literotica Author.

Chapter Three: CHATTIN ONLINE

She went home feeling hornier than ever, unable to think of much more than how and when they would couple again, knowing full well he had to work that night, she figured she wouldn’t be seeing him. She had asked him to come online for a quick chat when he had finished work early in the morning.

She was up early, awaiting him to come online, she was so horny, so much wanted to tell him just how horny….and she waited….and waited……she looked at the clock and realised it was well past his knock off time - he must have gone straight to bed without logging on. She was used to getting her own way and her needs right then were not going to be ignored no matter how tired he was!

She put on her corset, suspender pantyhose and heels, and then she went to the bathroom and put on her makeup, did her hair and put on his favourite perfume. She packed a small bag to take with her: paddle, lubricant, a small anal vibe and her strap on dildo. She finally put on a skirt to cover her sexy attire and got in her car.

After a long night shift he was asleep at home, she knew where the spare key was, so drove to his house. She parked her car in his driveway and went through to the back to get the spare key. Careful to be quiet, she opened his back door and locked it again behind her. She put down her keys and slipped down the hallway to his room carefully opening his bedroom door and sneaking in.

She could barely see the shape of him under the quilt but could hear his gentle breathing as he slept soundly. She opened the ensuite door a little to allow enough light in to see what she needed to, slipped off her skirt and then went to the bedside cabinet where she knew he kept the shackles.

Ever so gently she kissed his cheek so he barely stirred from his sleep, he mumbled something she can’t understand but she knew he was awake enough to hear her so she said in a firm voice,

“You didn’t go online tonight,”

“No, I was too tired” he mumbled, “My life doesn’t revolve around chatting to you.”

“Hmm” she thought, “he’s grumpy – good!”

“Really?” she asked in a sarcastic tone, “Well, I believe your life does revolve around me and you are very much out of line for both your attitude AND not going online”

“Lay over my lap, NOW” she barked at him.

He was startled from his drowsiness and slowly moved into position with a semi erect penis, which she found encouraging.

“Hurry up, Slut!” she snapped at him and he moved a bit faster. He was draped over her lap, and he used his hands on her legs to pull himself into position and realised she had stockings on – he was getting so excited now.

She picked the paddle out of her bag which was next to her on the floor (which he had seen as he clambered into position and was decidedly nervous about).

“You know the rules, count out loud for me – I think I will decide when the time comes how many will be enough for your atrocious behaviour.” She slapped the paddle against an ass cheek and immediately turned the paddle over to the fur covered side to slide it over the red area that had appeared. The fur was soothing but didn’t take the initial shock away or the redness and he was biting his lip to hold back the yelp.

“One Mistress” he obediently counted out loud. She continued with alternating cheeks until he was very red and he finally said

“Please mistress, no more.”

“No more he says! Well little slut, when did you become the one who decides when you have had enough punishment? I think you need a good fucking to bring you in line – get on the bed – face down – NOW”

He clambered off her lap and onto the bed and she could see how fully erect he was and also how nervous he was.

“Oh please mistress, I really need to sleep.”

She didn’t reply: she got four shackles from the bedside cabinet and attached them to his ankles and wrists. He lay on his stomach, on his erection, apprehensive, knowing there wasn’t too many things that this position meant to her– and he was hoping to god she would be gentle with him.

She didn’t tie his arms or legs to the bed, but she did tie his arms together using rope through the shackles and he had to hold them in front of him on the bed. Then she said

“Get on all fours slut.” He obliged. She lubed up her finger and without any hesitation or warning she slid it deep into his ass – he gasped.

She asked “Feels good doesn’t it? You love it don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress” he whispered, holding his breath at the sudden entry. She fucked his ass with her finger for a short while and his erection was solid.

Then she slid out her finger and lubed up the small vibe,

“But this is what you really want, you slut” and she pushed it into his ass as he arched his back to get away from the probing. She ignored his feeble attempts to move away and rhythmically fucked his ass as she reached around his hip and masturbated his cock.

He was breathing harder, moaning and starting to buck back against the vibe in his ass. Suddenly she stopped and pulled out the vibe, letting her hand drop away from his cock.

“Enough. You are enjoying it too much – this isn’t about you, is it Slut?”

“No Mistress, sorry Mistress.”

She pulled out her strap on from her bag and put it on, he turned his head and saw with wide –eyed fright. She didn’t speak to him, she simply got back on the bed and inserted it part way in his ass, he gasped, so she pushed it in further holding his hips still with her hands. She pushed in further until it reached its hilt and he was groaning. Then she started to pump his ass – he was almost crying – she moved one hand and felt for his cock which was so incredibly erect.

She pumped him hard, forcing his hips to move in her rhythm with one hand and the other masturbating him. Suddenly he yelled out and she felt his penis pumping as he shot his load over the bed.

“You SLUT!! You came! Without permission!”

He groaned and whimpered “Sorry Mistress.”

She quickly untied him and snapped at him “Clean it up” He went off in search of a cloth which he used to clean up the mess on the bed. He put the coth on the bedside table and looked at her blankly – awaiting instruction and not daring to take the initiative even though he was half erect and growing.

“Get on your back” she barked at him and he complied quickly, his recovering cock showing his excitement. She admired it but didn’t let on lest he think he had the upper hand. She tied his arms and leg shackles to the bed posts so he was spread eagled and helpless.

Then she mounted his hips. His hips moved to try and reach her wetness with his cock and she leaned over and slapped his face,

“Don’t even try it!”

“No Mistress, sorry”

She kissed his mouth, exploring with her tongue, biting his lip and sucking on his tongue as if it were his cock. All the while she was rubbing her pussy against his cock and wetting it with her juices. He was moaning and trying hard not to move his hips to get his cock closer to enter her.

Then she moved her hips up his body until her knees were either side of his face and then lowered her pussy onto his mouth.

“Stick your tongue out slut – you want to eat me and you will.” She fucked his tongue, smothering his face in juices, moving her pussy up and down against his mouth, and then telling him to suck in her clit, over and over again.

Then she began moving more violently, but still rhythmically over his mouth, he could barely breathe and she didn’t care – she could hear little gasps occasionally and this turned her on more. Finally she came and allowed him some space to catch his breath.

She looked down at his face damp with juices and smiled at him. She moved so that her breasts were above his face, moving first one nipple then the other to his mouth forcing him to suck and nibble them but he bit one too hard – she pulled back and slapped his face

“No biting Slut” and before he could answer she had shoved her nipple back in his mouth. When she had finished with this she turned her attention to his cock which was enormous and straining now and the head was shiny with pre-cum.

With her hand massaging his balls, she took his cock in her mouth and slid her teeth over it firmly – and he gasped – then she took him totally in her mouth, sucking and fucking his cock with her mouth, hard and fast until she could feel his balls tighten, ready to blow another load - she increased the pressure on his cock and used her teeth as well and then he finally spurted into her mouth.

She sucked until there was no more but kept the cum in her mouth. She crawled back up his body and kissed him fully on the mouth so the cum slid into his mouth.

“Swallow it” she demanded and he did with a grimace on his face. She laughed and got off him and the bed.

She went to the bathroom to use the toilet and busied herself with making a drink, without offering him one, and he was still tied to the bed and she was waiting for signs of movement from his cock. Nothing was yet visible.

So she stood on the bed, legs apart above his chest so he could see her wet pussy and turned on the vibrator she had in her hand and used it to alternately stimulate her clit, and fuck herself. The vibe was getting covered in juices so she leant over and pushed it into his mouth and he obediently licked and sucked it clean. She looked back to his cock and saw there was finally some action happening.

Without waiting for a full erection she squatted down over his cock and used her hand to rub the head over her clit, his erection started to grow more, so she leant down and bit and nibbled his nipples which were hard and begging for attention.

She could feel his cock getting more erect so she quickly and firmly slid herself onto it all the way to the hilt. They both groaned and she started fucking his cock hard and fast – desperate for release she pushed the vibe up her own ass holding it there with one hand. She rubbed and pulled at her own nipples and then rubbed her clit as she pumped his cock into her until she orgasmed.

He had not yet cum and she didn’t make any effort to get him to.

She simply got off him, undid his ties, packed her toys back in her bag, pecked him on the cheek and said

“Don’t ever forget to get online and chat to me when you get home again.”

He laid on the bed still and smiled at her and said

“Absolutely not, Mistress.”

…and then she was gone.

*

© ~Breathe~ 13th May 2006

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Asa Akira sexually dominates Sunset Diamond.

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I wake up with His arms wrapped around me.

I feel so safe in His arms.

It’s like nothing can harm me while I am with Him.

How can One do this to me in such a short time?

How have I given myself to Him in any and all ways He’s wished?

His mouth nears my ear I hear His voice “Morning My sweet one.”

“Morning Master.”

“I do love the sound of that Ash.”

“We will have an easy day today my sweet. I think I have worn you out enough.”

We shower then go down to have breakfast.

Sitting across from Him, staring at His handsome face my stomach is aflutter.

I can’t help but smile.

I never believed One could to this to me.

We walk hand in hand down the street looking at the shops.

I wonder if people walking by can tell He is my Master and I am His sub.

Do I look as different as I feel?

We walk into one of the shops.

I feel my face instantly turn pink.

It’s a sex shop!!! I have NEVER been in one of these in my life.

My eyes scan around at all the different toys .I never knew there could be so many.

He notices my blush and places His arm around me, His palm resting on my back.

I have no idea what He’s planning on buying He has so much stuff already.

We make our way to the back where the leather goods are kept.

He looks in the glass case and points to something the clerk takes it out.

It’s a collar!!! I gasp as I look at it. What in the world is that for??

He looks it over. It’s black leather with silver studs and an O ring in the front.

He leans into me and places it my neck.

It feels funny; I have never had such a thing on me.

He makes sure it is not too tight or too loose.

He then picks out a long silver chain that looks like a leash.

Oh My God I think to myself.

What does He think I am? A dog? Some sort of animal?

He notices the uneasy look on my face.

He smiles which somehow soothes me.

He removes the collar and pays for the items.

He has told me over and over that He would never harm me physically mentally or emotionally.

I have to believe Him I have to trust Him.

He tells me trust is the backbone in a relationship like ours.

I take a deep breath and say to myself Trust Him Ash, trust Him.

We leave the store and go back to our room.

He motions me to sit on the edge of the bed. He takes the collar from the bag and places it around my neck.

He smiles as He fastens it and kisses my cheek softly.

I see the pride on His face.

If this makes Him happy I’m sure i can go thru with it.

“Ashley this is symbol that You are Mine. That you belong to Me.

While you wear it, I want you to feel like you are My property.

Property to do as I wish. Do You Understand?”

“Yes Master, I am Yours to use any and all ways.”

“Kneel on the floor mine.”

I kneel before Him. Remembering the straighter my back is the fuller my breasts will look. He takes the handle of His cat and runs it over my blouse.

My nipples harden instantly under the soft material.

“Very good Ash. You respond so well to me. That is a sign of a true slut.”

That word again He called me slut. Why does that word make me damp between my legs? Never would i think a degrading word like that could affect me the way it does, but then again EVERYTHING He does affects me.

I kneel perfectly still on the floor only my eyes follow the cat as He trails down my belly to the hem of my skirt.

“Stand and remove your clothes. I wish to see your slut body, the one you give freely to me.”

I stand my hands move to my blouse small fingers slip each button thru the holes i let it slide over my shoulders down my arms it falls to the floor.

He smiles as He watches. I turn around so my back is to Him. I reach behind and undo the button of my skirt and slide the zipper down.

Wiggling my firm ass as i slide the skirt off.

I turn around facing Him. Naked except for the collar.

I watch as His hands move to His pants undoing them and removing them.

“Kneel again in front of me.”

I obey and kneel between His parted legs. His cock already hard inches from my mouth.

“There is one slut hole I have not had yet slut.”

“I enjoy your cunt and ass. Is your mouth as pleasing?”

He grabs the leash and hooks it to the O ring.

He then tugs at the leash forcing me closer to His cock.

“Suck your Master slut. Please Me and then I shall gift you with my cum.”

A moan escapes my mouth my own body becoming heated and aroused.

My tongue slips out and slowly moves over the head of His cock.

I lick circles slowly around the smooth tip. My tongue teasing the little hole.

I take His shaft into my hands and let my tongue move down the underside.

I hear His groans. His hips move up and down urging me on.

My tongue reaches the head. I open my mouth wide and slowly slide my warm mouth down the length of Him.

He thrusts His hips i feel the tip hitting the back of my throat.

I gag slightly then relax my throat letting Him push in deeper.

My hands grasp His balls, squeezing softly.

His moans become louder. He tugs on the leash.

“Yes slut!!That’s it!”

I can feel His cock begin to throb in my mouth.

He pulls His cock out of my mouth.

He quickly strokes His cock.

“Open wide slut. Open that slut mouth and drink what I give you.”

I open my mouth wide and feel the warm liquid hit my tongue.

He jerks His cock back and forth emptying His seed into my mouth and on my lips and chin.

Another smile on His lips, this one bigger than the others. “Sweet one that was wonderful. I now own all of you and have left a bit of Me in each place.”

He leans down His hand against my pussy. My body shivers from the touch.

“Ash I ask you one more time, do you wish to continue with Me as your Master? If not now is the time to leave. I will not think badly of you if that is your choice.”

I feel my eyes well with tears. I listen to Him. My eyes never leaving His face.

“Shawn, these last few days You have brought things out in me that I never would have though possible. To turn away now would be unfair to both of us. I have so much to learn and need to learn.”

My cheeks wet from my tears, “Master I am where i need to be and want to be, and that is with You. He pulls on the leash bringing me to Him. He wraps His arms around me, kisses me hard, and just holds me.