Reflections Of A Dominant
Training Alex (part 1)

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The following four-part story is a collaboration between Myself and My very good friend Poppet. It has been something we have worked on for a  long time and it has finally gotten finished. We both hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed writing it!

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We met on Lush, her and I, both sharing an interest in our stories and our love of the BDSM lifestyle. She was a “sub”, a submissive, one who enjoys serving and submitting to another. I was a Master, a Dominant, and the one whom the submissive served. However, I was not her Master. That honor belonged to another.

She called herself kitty, the name her Master gave her, but I was to find out later her real name was Alex. We both enjoyed writing and reading erotica, especially the kind that pertained to our interest in BDSM. We shared our stories, talked, and discussed our mutual attraction to this lifestyle. She enjoyed the stories I wrote about My experiences with My submissive, pet. And I enjoyed reading her works as well. She wrote of BDSM and in other genres as well, all of which were very good. But of course, her BDSM writings were of special interest to Me.

Through it all, we became good friends and shared many ideas, thoughts and even our fantasies with each other. Of course we respected the limits that we each had. After all, she was owned by another and I had a submissive of My own. So our friendship remained just that…for the time being.

One day, when I was on the Lush site, kitty approached Me with a message from her Master. “Master Jonathan” she said, “My own Master, Master Jake, would like to know if You would be interested in meeting in a chat or by email. I have told Him about You and He has read some of Your stories and knows that we talk and chat. He would like to get to know You better.”

“Kitty, tell your Master that I would consider it an honor and a privilege to meet Him in a chatroom anytime He can make it. I too, would like to get to know Him and discuss our shared interests,” I told her, and so a couple days later we did set up a meeting between He and I and we were joined by both My pet and kitty in the chatroom.

It was an enjoyable experience for us all and we seemed to hit it off well. Master Jake and I agreed on a great many things relating to the D/s lifestyle and shared the same feelings and beliefs on how D/s should be approached and directed. We all seemed to be “on the same page” so to speak concerning this lifestyle.

Over the next few months we set up many chats and shared our feelings, our goals, and our thoughts and got to know each other well. I applauded the way He was bringing kitty along and He was impressed with pet’s performance as well.

One day, I was approached by Master Jake with a very interesting request. Due to circumstances beyond his control, He was unable to be with her and He wanted her to undergo some real world experience as a submissive. He knew that I had a live-in submissive, and He also knew that kitty longed to feel what it was like to be a real world submissive as well. But He was unable to provide her with the experience Himself, and He wanted her to go to someone who knew what He was doing so she would be in good hands.

I was floored with the offer! To put that much trust in My hands meant the world to Me. Of course, I accepted with gratitude that He would think so highly of Me. And so, we began a series of meetings in private chatrooms to set everything up. We discussed limits and desires, techniques and theory. We talked at length about a number of issues and found we agreed on a surprising number of things. There were a few things we didn’t see eye to eye completely on, but these were minor differences in degree mostly, there were no real obstacles to overcome and no one’s viewpoints were made to seem inconsequential or outlandish. Because of the nature of what was proposed, we all wanted boundaries, rules, and methodology all in place before any real world meetings would occur.

After lengthy discussion, everything seemed in place. Master Jake seemed assured that His submissive was in good hands and kitty was looking forward to finally being a real world submissive instead of just the online one she had experienced so far. I was aware of kitty’s limits and boundaries and respected them completely while My own submissive, pet, was looking forward to working alongside kitty in the scenes Master Jake and I had planned.

Finally the day had come that Alex was to come visit. She went to the airport and walked up to the ticket counter.

“Do you have a ticket for Alex Owens?” she said.

“Yes we do. It looks like your flight will begin boarding in about a half hour down at Gate 4, right down that way,” the ticket attendant said.

“Thank you,” Alex said. She walked down the concourse to the security checkpoint and getting past that without any troubles, she found her gate. A short time later the speaker called out her flight and the next thing Alex knew, she was boarding the plane for a new, exciting adventure.

Kitty’s plane landed after an uneventful flight some 4½ hours later. As she disembarked the plane and walked down the ramp into the terminal building, her heart raced. A flood of thoughts tumbled about in her mind.

“What if He doesn’t like me? What if I can’t do what He asks? What if He wants me to stay with Him?” She was close to panic, but the crowd behind her would not let her back down. She sucked in a deep breath as she entered the terminal. She looked around trying to spot Me before I saw her, thinking that maybe she could get some indication of what I was like before we actually met. But all she found was a gentleman in a dark suit holding a handwritten sign reading “ALEX OWENS” on it.

“I am Alex Owens,” she said, walking up to the man with the sign.

“Hello, kitty,” I said in a low whisper. She knew instantly who I was and lowered her eyes. “Hello Sir,” she said quietly.

“Come,” I told her. She followed Me as we went to the luggage area, and she showed Me which bags were hers. She only had one with just a few things she thought she might need. She wasn’t sure what I had planned, so she packed for what she thought would cover most activities. Once we had her bag, we made our way toward the car. Once we got to the car she got her first lesson with Me.

“Wait a minute, kitty,” I said. “While you are with Me, you are not to touch a door knob or door handle. Do you understand? I will open the door for you - be it a car door or a regular door.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“That’s another thing. Your Master and I discussed this and while you are here with Me, you are to consider Me your Master and address Me as such,” I told her.

“Yes, Master,” she said, smiling. I opened the door to the car and helped her get seated. Once I had gotten into the driver’s seat we were on our way. She settled back into the seat taking in the sights.

“Did you have a good trip?” I asked her as I drove.

“Yes, Master, I did.”

“That’s good. Flights lately have been delayed or even cancelled. I’m glad you made it here with no difficulty.”

The drive took just a few minutes, and we pulled up in front of a large house with a well-maintained lawn.

“Welcome to My home,” I said, opening the car door for her.

“Thank you,” she said, smiling as I extended a hand to help her stand. I took her and the luggage to the front door. I opened the door and waiting there for us was My pet.

“Pet this is our guest, kitty. She will be staying with us for a few days and learning how we do things around here,” I told her.

“Pleased to meet you kitty,” pet said with a shy smile.

“Pleased to meet you too,” kitty said.

“Pet, would you prepare a couple drinks for all of us and bring them to the living room for us?”

“Yes, Master, right away,” and she turned and left the room.

I led kitty into the living room and we sat down on the couch. Pet returned with our drinks a couple moments later and passed them out, serving kitty first and then kneeling at My feet with My drink and hers. As is customary for her, she waited for Me to take a sip before drinking her own.

“Your Master and I have discussed at length your boundaries and limits, but I just want to go over them with you, kitty, to make sure we have covered them all and left nothing to chance.”

“Yes, Master.”

“From what He has told me you do not enjoy being cummed on, nor do you enjoy anal sex. You also do not do ‘golden showers’ correct?” I asked.

“That is correct, Master.”

“Is there anything else that you do not do?”

“Well, no blood, forced piercings or tattoos, and no poo play, Master.”

“No worries, there kitty. I don’t go for those either. Now pet does have a tattoo and she also has her nipples pierced, but those were not forced. They were gifts she gave Me because I desired them. And they were her choice.”

“I see,” she said.

“Ok kitty, now stand so I can see My student better,” I said, smiling.

She rose to her feet, keeping her head down shyly. Kitty stood up and showed herself off to Me, turning slowly.

I stepped over to her and taking her gently by the chin raised her face to look at Me. “Don’t be shy, little one. I want to see you,” she looked at Me in return.

“Now let’s see what I will be working with,” I said again. “Please remove your clothes.”

She timidly got undressed and when she had gotten to her bra and panties she stopped. She looked at Me as if to ask if that was enough. It wasn’t.

“Yes, kitty, those too. You had better get comfortable being naked around Me…You’re liable to be in that condition quite a bit over the next few days!” I said. She finished getting undressed and stood before Me. She was a very attractive 24 year old, 5’8” tall and around 145 pounds with long black hair midway down her back, and lovely green eyes.

“You are quite lovely, kitty. I am pleased,” I said.

“Thank you, Master,” she said, blushing.

“Now let’s take your things upstairs and I will show you to your room,” I said.  I gathered her clothes and led her upstairs to the guest bedroom and opened the door for her.

“This will be your room. I hope you’ll find it adequate for your stay,” I said, handing her clothes to her.

“Yes Master it will be just fine,” she said.

“I’m glad. Now here’s another thing. I will not come into this room at any time unless it is an absolute emergency. You can consider this your personal sanctuary. I may knock on the door, but I will not enter.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now you will find a robe and slippers in the bathroom there. If there is anything else you need while you are here just tell Me or pet here and we will get it. You can put your clothes away and get settled.

Once you are dressed and ready, I will be downstairs. Pet has prepared a fine dinner for all of us.”

“Kitty,” I said taking her hand “you can relax. I am not going to try anything. I know you just got here and haven’t gotten accustomed to things yet. There won’t be any demands put on you tonight. But tomorrow morning we will begin your training. So tonight we are just getting to know each other, ok?”

“Thank you, Master. I feel better now. I hope that my discomfort wasn’t too obvious.”

“Well if I can’t pick up on a submissive’s’ discomfort and emotional state, then I shouldn’t call Myself a Master then,” I said with a grin. She smiled in return and then took a shower and got ready for dinner.

We sat down and ate dinner. Kitty picked up on the way My pet behaved and waited until I had seated both of them and then Myself. Pet served everyone their plates and then the two girls waited until I had taken a bite before they began eating themselves. We enjoyed the meal and the cake that pet had baked for dessert. After we ate, I took the girls into the living room to talk.

“Pet, come here,” I told her. Pet came to Me obediently and started to kneel as she always did. “No, stand here for a minute. I want kitty here to see how we work together.” I stood up and turned her around to face kitty.

“So, pet, what do you think of our friend, here?” I whispered in her ear as I caressed her shoulders.

“She’s very pretty,” pet said and she felt Me touching her. Pet knew what I was doing and she knew where I was going. I felt her pulse start to speed up. I stroked her shoulders, then her upper arms. Then I crossed over to her chest and began to trace My finger around her breasts as I talked.

“Yes, she is very lovely. I’ll bet you would like to play with her too, wouldn’t you pet?” I whispered in a low voice, just loud enough for both girls to hear.

“Yes, Master,” she moaned softly.

“Kitty, come here, please,” I said. She got up and came forward to face pet.

“I’ll bet you’d love to touch her, wouldn’t you pet?” I asked. “Wouldn’t you just love to touch those full ripe breasts of hers?”

“Yes, Master, please?” she moaned. Pet was getting hot and I could hear her breathing quicken as I played with her.

“Ask her then. Ask kitty if you can touch her breasts,” I told pet.

“Kitty, may I…touch you?” pet breathed.

“No, pet. I said ask kitty if you can touch her BREASTS!” I repeated.

“Kitty, please, may I touch your breasts?” pet asked again.

“Yes, pet,” kitty said, moving closer. Pet reached out and tentatively stroked kitty’s left breast. Kitty took pet’s hand and placed it on her breast, reassuring her it was all right.

“Mmmmm…,” kitty said as pet squeezed it gently

“See, pet, isn’t that nice?” I asked.

“Ohhh yes, Master,” pet said, looking the girl in the eyes. I let pet fondle our guest for a few minutes since both girls seemed to be enjoying themselves. I watched as the two of them got more familiar with each other, exploring each others bodies with their hands and getting more and more turned on.

“Pet, kiss your new friend,” I told her. She looked at Me and smiled then turned to kitty and said “Yes, Master.”

She began kissing kitty deeply, her tongue exploring the inside of her playmates’ mouth. She reached a hand out to cup kitty’s naked breast and kitty let out a small moan. Kitty grabbed the back of pet’s head and pulled her deeper into her mouth. Kitty’s other hand found her other breast and she began playing with herself, pinching and pulling her nipple into erect excitement. After some more kissing and fondling, pet began her journey down the prone girl’s body, kissing her neck, moving to her chest, running her tongue down between her breasts, now beginning to heave with building passion. Here she paused for a bit, knowing that kitty loved having her breasts and nipples toyed with. Kitty’s moans grew as pet’s hot mouth closed over her swollen nipples. She grabbed her head again, pushing pet’s face into her aching breasts.

“If you two are going to play like this, get on the floor and show Me how two horny sluts play,” I said. They both fell to the floor, wrapping themselves together in a mass of naked, sweating flesh.

“Mmmmm…,” Kitty groaned as pet’s tongue sent little electric sparks through her breasts and straight to her brain.

Pet knew just how to work her friend’s nipples and was soon causing the girl to writhe and squirm on the floor under her. Kitty tossed her head back and forth as the sensations slowly drove her wild. She reached between her legs to begin playing with herself; the heat in her loins was just beyond description.

“Ohhhh, God….Ohhhh,” she whimpered as pet began moving south again. Leaving the girls sweat and saliva coated breasts behind, she traced her tongue down her belly, slowly, licking her belly, tonguing her navel and moving on. She reached the top of her slick, smooth slit and traced its outline - being careful not to get too close to her hungry snatch. A couple playful nips on the insides of kitty’s thighs caused her to gasp loudly and part them for her tormentor. While pet kissed her thighs, she moved around to take up a place between the lust-crazed girl’s legs. She ran her finger down the wet, slick crack in her pussy lips and kitty groaned once again.

“Ohhhh, pet…oohhhh,” kitty moaned. “Ohhhhh, Goddd…”

“You like that, do you, kitty?” I said grinning broadly at the girl’s condition. “You like how My pet is fingering you?”

“Yessss…,” kitty hissed her reply.

“Tell her,” I told her. “Tell pet what you want.”

“Ohhh, pet…please, eat my pussy! Please…I want you to taste meeee…,” she cried, as she raised her hips off the floor in an offering to her. Pet parted her wet pussy lips and ran her tongue over the whole of her slit from pussy to her clit. The girl went wild with desire.

“OOHHHH, PET!” she wailed, as the girl began tonguing her crack ferociously. Pet lapped at her slit, then she would poke her stiffened tongue into her like a small cock, then she would suck kitty’s throbbing clit into her mouth and flick it with her tongue. Always varying her technique kept kitty on the edge of madness. Just when kitty felt she could take no more, pet raised the stakes yet again. Pet licked at kitty’s clit and kitty jumped like she’d been shot.

“FUUCK!” she screamed as pet’s tongue hit her sensitive bud. Her legs instinctively clamped shut on pet’s head, but opened a second later as if to ask for more. Pet was more than happy to provide her with all the toying she could stand. Pet began lapping up and down the crack of her slick slit and tonguing her puckered asshole. Kitty was delirious, drool coming from her mouth and her moans had turned to one long continuous wail - broken only when she ran out of breath and had to suck more air into her lungs.

“OHHH SHIT I’M CUMMMMING,” she screamed, as the dam burst and a flood of pussy juice exploded from between her legs. She rolled and twisted in an effort to break free of the torture she was enduring, but pet held on tightly until she saw her Master indicate to let up on the poor girl. Kitty lay on the floor, chest heaving as she clawed the floor and sucked in air desperately. Pet sat up, pleased with her work as kitty tried to regain herself. After several long minutes, she was able to sit up, although it would take several more before she was ready to take her turn at pet.

“Ok you, it’s MY turn now!” kitty told pet after she had gathered herself enough to return the favor. Pet obediently laid down herself on the floor and prepared herself for what was sure to be a wild ride. Kitty was determined not to disappoint her fellow slave as she, like pet, started with a little kissing and petting.

“Oh, fuck yeah…,” pet said, encouraging her partner. Pet had been taught to be more vocal and explicit in her speech and kitty was spurred on by her dirty language. Kitty worked her breasts just like pet had done to her and pet loved the sensations.

“Ohhh,yesss, oooh baby just like that!” she said, as her own nipples rose and swelled. She squeezed her breasts together and pulled kitty’s face into the tight crack between. Kitty took a nipple into her mouth and nipped it lightly.

“OHHH Yes! Bite it harder, HARDER!” she moaned. Kitty obliged, and pet raised her torso off the floor to get closer to kitty’s mouth. Kitty bit down harder as pet had asked.

“Oh YESS! OH bite my fucking nipple! Oh God that’s so hot!” pet cried. She reached between her legs to finger her steaming crotch. Getting kitty off had made her extra horny as well and she couldn’t keep her hands off herself. Pet began fingering herself as kitty moved from her breasts to between her splayed legs. Crouching down close to her fuming pussy, kitty could smell the musky odor of her sex and it turned her on incredibly.

“Want a hand with that, baby?” kitty said trying her hand at a little dirty talk. Pet pulled her hand away and began sucking her juices off her soaked fingers. Kitty knelt down and began lapping up the trickle of pussy juice that seeped from her bald, wet, pussy.

“OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!” pet repeated as pet’s tongue began its work on her! Pet was gasping herself now and kitty pushed one, then two, then four fingers into her. Pet responded by spreading her legs further and holding them open with her hands.

“FUCK MY PUSSY! FUCK MY PUSSY WITH YOUR HAND!” she was screaming. “OHHOHHOHH!”

Kitty’s pounding at her pussy was bringing the little Mexican girl to a powerful orgasm.

“I’M….GOING….TO….CUMMMM! AAAAAAAAUGH!” With that, pet’s pussy gave up its precious pussy juice squirting it a foot or so onto the floor. As her orgasm broke, she threw her hips high in the air and kitty could see the fluid squirt out and her pink asshole opened up because of the force of her cum. Pet fucked the air for a minute as the waves washed over her, then she collapsed on the floor gasping for air like her partner had minutes ago.

It was kitty’s turn to sit back and watch as pet rolled on the floor, first gasping, then giggling hysterically as the feelings passed. She rose and crawled over to kitty and wrapped her weary arms around the girl.

“You…..win,” she panted, and planted a long, loving kiss on her combatant’s mouth, before collapsing again in her arms.

Pleased with the show the girls had put on for Me, I called both girls onto the couch with Me. I wrapped them both in My arms and they snuggled close to Me and closed their eyes, perfectly content and happy. I held them close for the next couple hours while they recovered from the contest. The two girls would have stayed there forever, wrapped in My arms, however I eventually had to break the spell.

“Ok girls, it’s been a long day. I’m sure you want to get some sleep as do I. So it’s off to bed with the two of you!” I said.

“Awww…,” pet said. “I was so comfortable, too!” pet said, in a smart-alecky way.

“Yeah I know, but My arm was falling asleep!” I said in retort.

“Sir, thank you for today,” kitty said “and for this evening.” she added.

“You are welcome. You both did very well.”

“Thank you, Master. May we be excused now?”

“Yes,” I kissed the two of them in turn deeply and lovingly. The two girls made their way upstairs and went to bed. Before turning in for the night, the two submissive’s both went into the bathroom to wash up and take off their makeup.

“Pet, can I see the tattoo on your butt?” kitty asked. “I saw it when you raised your hips when you came.

“Sure,” pet said, turning around. There, on the flat of her ass, just behind her left hip, kitty read ‘Property of Master Jonathan’ tattooed in script lettering.

“oooh I like that,” she said, touching it lightly.

“Master put his mark on me years ago shortly after our Collaring Ceremony when He made me his slave. That’s when I got my ankle chain too.”

“What’s the chain for?” kitty asked.

“Master says that there are times when a collar is inappropriate to wear, but this ankle chain stays on forever to always remind me that He owns me.”

“I wish I could have a mark like that,” she said, dreamily.

“Maybe someday you will. Maybe someday your Master will mark you like this and you will then be His property forever.

“I hope you’re right,” kitty said. “Can I ask you how you became a slave to Master? I mean, He has told me briefly your story, but can you tell me more?

“Sure, kitty, it’s no big secret……

Master and I were married for a few years before I ever knew of His BDSM side. We met in a bar one night. It had been a really hard day at work, and I had come to the bar to relax and get shit-faced so I could forget. I was sitting there, minding my own business enjoying the first drink of the night when this old drunk guy came up and started coming on to me. Well he was fat, loud, and smelled terrible and I tried telling him I wasn’t interested. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I was about to get up and leave when Master, Jonathan at the time, came over to help. He came up to me and without batting an eye, took me in His arms and said ‘There you are sweetheart! I thought you had left!’ He kissed me, and then asked ‘Are you ready to go now?’ winking at me to play along. I saw what He was doing. ‘Sure!’ I said, and we left out the front door. We came back around through the back door and went back to the table. That drunken man was so wasted, he didn’t even notice that we were back in the bar less than a minute after we left!

Once we had gotten our table and drinks back, we sat and chatted. It got late and by that time I was in no condition to drive. Hell, I could barely stand! So, being a perfect gentleman, Jonathan took me home and put me to bed. Then He went and made up the couch and slept there. I was kind of shocked when I woke up the next morning and found Him there, but after He explained that He just wouldn’t have felt right leaving me alone in the condition I was in, I thought it was really sweet of Him to watch over me like that.

Anyway, after that we just started dating, and then we got married. A couple years into the marriage, I learned of His ‘Master side’. He showed me some things about it, and the next thing you know, here I am His slut-slave!”

“Wow,” kitty said. “That’s some story!”

“Yeah, it’s kind of a cross between Pretty Woman and porn flicks, I suppose!” pet said, smiling.

The two girls talked and got to know more about each other for another couple hours before finally going to sleep.

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DAY 2

The next morning, the girls woke to a knock on the door.

“Rise and shine, you lazy subbies! We have work to do!” I said, as I opened the door. Two sleepy heads rose up from their pillows. “You two have 20 minutes to be downstairs ready to go or there’ll be hell to pay! Now get a move on!” I warned them both. Pet knows I mean business so she jumped to her feet and scrambled for the bathroom. Kitty, seeing this, also made tracks to get herself ready as well.

“Kitty!” I said stopping her “No need for you to get dressed - you won’t be that way for long!”

“Yes, Master,” she said, blushing a bit. I turned and went downstairs to wait for them. Sure enough, it was just about 15 minutes before I saw the two of them come around the corner and into the dining room.

“Good. We don’t have to start the day with sore asses!” I said. “Now how about some breakfast?”

“Yes Master,” pet said, and the two girls made breakfast for us. After we ate, we discussed the day’s activities.

“Kitty, your Master and I had many discussions on what he wanted you to experience while you were here with me. One of the things he wanted me to cover was bondage. He has left the type and style up to Me, but he wanted you to experience the feeling of helplessness and of being bound. So that is one of the things that will happen to you today. As for the other activities, well…I don’t want to let the cat out of the bag, if you get My meaning!” I said with a wicked little grin.

“Yes, Master,” she said, looking down but smiling.

“Come with Me,” I said, getting up. We started into the living room, but after a couple steps I stopped. “On your knees, the both of you and crawl as you follow Me,” I waited for them to get on their hands and knees and then we proceeded into the living room.

“Now kitty, up on the coffee table,” I directed.

“Good, lay back now,” I said, as I moved to the left of the coffee table. She did as I said, letting her arms rest at her sides. I grasped her left wrist, and placed one of My leather wrist restraints on her, fastening it securely. Drawing her arm over her head and down the corner of the coffee table, I ran the rope thru the D ring and bound her wrist to one leg of My very sturdy coffee table, before repeating that on her other wrist. Now kitty had both arms over her head and the coffee table edge caught her right at the elbows so her arms were bent and secured to the table legs. Then I moved to her feet and did the same with her ankles, binding them to the table legs as well.

She laid there, her limbs spread tautly so that she could hardly move. She squirmed a little, straining against her bonds gently, but they held firmly. She relaxed then, knowing she couldn’t escape and not really wanting to free herself anyway. I sat on the couch next to her and reached to brush My finger tips gently up the slit of her shaved and completely vulnerable sex. Her hips shuddered gently and lifted against My touch. I removed My hand quickly and smirked down at the bound girl, “No, not yet, kitty. Remember, you are Mine completely. Even your pleasure belongs to Me. Your pleasure is Mine, and it will only be given if I deem it so.”

I rose and crossed the room, to a wooden chest sitting in the corner of the room. Out of the chest, I brought back some items that I would need.

“Since you have not experienced a Master in real life, kitty, we will start slowly. I am, as you have probably guessed by reading My stories, a Master that chooses to use pleasure to control My submissive. Some other Masters use pain and fear to control theirs. However, a submissive can get used to pain and can learn to ignore it to a large extent, thereby needing to use more and more to get the same results. But pleasure is not like that. As pet here can testify, I can get her to do anything I want…it’s just a matter of getting her so aroused and so needful, that she is willing to do anything I ask in order to gain a release. As you will find out shortly, My dear.”

She looked at Me as I spoke and shivered gently, feeling her breasts rise and fall more quickly as her breaths grew faster. I placed My hand atop her chest, and began tracing the line of her collarbone and down the center of her chest to her 38DD breasts. I traced the outline of her breasts and drew little circles around her areola and she mewed softly. I continued to talk to her all the while, reminding her that she was Mine and only I could decide whether or not she would feel pleasure or not. I pinched her nipples gently, twisting them a little, and she cried out softly, her back arching a little. “Your Master was right, kitty. Your nipples are quite sensitive. That will come in handy!”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned, closing her eyes.

I chuckled softly, “Come here pet.,” She crawled over to kneel in front of Me. I turned her to see the girl bound before her. “What do you think we should do with this one, pet? Where should we start?”

“Master, yesterday you let Me and kitty play together, and it was a lot of fun. But I noticed that you didn’t get to play, and I felt bad that You went to bed last night without having either of us. If I may, I would like to see You take her. Tease her and torment her like You do to me and when she can’t stand another minute of it, see what she can do to pleasure You, Master. I would like to see someone else begging for a change around here!”

“A good idea, pet,” I said. “But I’m going to add a twist…I am going to have you help Me in teasing our guest here. Yes, I think teasing her and having her squirm is an excellent idea, but I also want her to get more acquainted with you as well. I would like you two submissive to get closer…like sub sisters and the best way to do that is to get intimately familiar with each other. Besides, I like when My submissive’s play together! So yes, you are going to watch as I tease her and drive her mad and you are going to watch as she begs Me to make her cum. But you are also going to be responsible for some of her torment as well! And just so you don’t get too uppity about your new position as My assistant here, I don’t want to see you touching yourself or you will take her place, do you hear Me?”

“Yes, Master,” she said. She took a position where I directed…at kitty’s side, kneeling next to the bound girl. She kept her hands behind her back until I gave her further instruction, just as she should.

I brushed My fingers lightly over her leg, starting at the ankle and working slowly upwards. She moaned softly as I got higher and higher until I was at the crease of her thigh. I traced an arch over her mound, and over to her other leg and down to her ankle. Then I went up the inside of both legs with both hands simultaneously. Slowly, I got higher and higher and she spread her legs as wide as she could give her bonds as I came within inches of her dampening pussy. But again, I avoided touching her where she most wanted Me to. I moved around her sex just outside of her pussy lips and up her belly. I smiled as I watched her raise her hips in an effort to get Me to touch her, but I avoided it, wanting her to heat up further.

“Now kitty, as you know from My stories and from chatting with Me online, I am very much into foreplay and the buildup. I enjoy bringing My submissive’s right to the very edge or their orgasm and then backing off, only to bring them back to the edge of the precipice and then back off again. It’s called ‘edging’ and you can ask baby here, it is very effective in making a subbie compliant and willing to do anything I want them to do!”

“Yes, Master!” baby agreed.

“See, kitty? Pet here knows all about edging, first hand! Now pet, while I am working on kitty here, I want you to spend some, shall we say ‘quality time’ with kitty’s lovely breasts. You know what to do with them, I am certain. Just make sure that kitty enjoys your keeping her company!”

“Yes, Master,” pet said. She leaned forward and began licking and caressing kitty’s full ripe breasts sucking on her nipple and biting it lightly.

“Ohhhhh…,” kitty mewed as her new sister sub toyed with her, stiffening bud.

While pet worked at kitty’s breasts, I began seeing what I could do between My bound delights’ widespread thighs. I wanted to start slowly at first and give her the full treatment - her Master wanted her to experience being teased and tormented and I wasn’t going to disappoint! I started by tracing My fingers lightly over her inner thighs and circling her pussy lips and clit. She could feel My fingers running up and down her legs and around her sex, because she tried lifting her hips as I neared her core. Of course, I didn’t allow her anymore pleasure than I wanted to give her and I smiled as her frustration grew. I ran My fingers up, down and around her tender areas for a bit until it looked as if she was getting used to it, then I threw a little more fuel on her fire by leaning forward and kissing her thighs.

Starting just above her knees on the inside of her thighs, I would kiss the right, then the left. I moved up a few inches and repeated. Moved up and repeated. As I climbed her quivering thighs the moans got louder, closer I got to her pussy and I could feel the anticipation building in her body. Finally, I worked My way up to the crease in her thighs. I could smell her musky scent… Kitty was definitely feeling it! But I wasn’t ready to give her any relief yet, I was just getting started. I was at the most tender spot on her thighs now and I took advantage of it. Instead of kissing her milky white flesh, I sank My teeth into it!

“Ohhh god!” she gasped, then groaned as she felt Me bite at her. Master Jake had told Me of this weakness of hers without her knowledge and now she had been caught off-guard! 

I smiled as she moaned and bit her on the other thigh just for added measure. I could smell her scent getting stronger and I moved closer to the source of the pungent, musky smell. I could see the first hints of wetness coming from her and knew that she was getting turned on. I kissed her softly on each side on her pussy, just to the side of her swollen lips and then once above her clit. And I kissed above her throbbing clit; I brushed My lips very softly across the nub. The contact sent a bolt of electricity through her and she arched her back and moaned louder.

“Mmm, kitty, you smell delightful. Almost good enough to eat, My dear!” I said, smiling wickedly.

“Please, Master…,” she moaned, and spread her legs a bit wider for Me.

As I worked between kitty’s creamy thighs, pet was busy toying with kitty’s full ripe and now heaving breasts. She pulled at kitty’s swollen nipples kissing and licking and occasionally biting them. Each eliciting a moan of desire from kitty as she closed her eyes, giving herself over to the feelings baby and I were creating in her. Baby moved higher and kissed her collarbone, then her neck, softly biting her before moving over her. She leaned over the bound girl and placed her hot mouth over kitty’s, the two submissive’s locking into a deep, passionate woman’s kiss.

I smiled as I watched the two girls kiss. It pleased Me that they got along so well together and as they kissed, I parted kitty’s soft wet pussy lips and thrust two fingers deep into her.

Kitty squealed into pet’s mouth and pet clamped her hand down over kitty’s throat and pressed her lips down harder on the girl. I began working My fingers in and out of kitty’s sopping pussy, twisting them and curling them towards her spongy g-spot. I manipulated her pussy and hit all the right spots, apparently because she began twisting and pulling at her ropes, trying desperately to release herself from the bonds that held her. My fingers plunging in and out of kitty make soft squishing sounds and she began to leak her juices down the crack of her pussy and onto the table. I leaned forward eager to taste her for Myself. I lapped My tongue along the slit and up to her screaming clit. She groaned loudly past pet’s lips, so loud I heard it Myself and I could tell that kitty was close.

“Pet, dear, stop kissing kitty for moment,” I told her and pet raised her head to look at Me. Kitty gasped for air as I continued fingering her. As I plunged My fingers in and out of her wet, open pussy, I moved up her body until I was looking her face to face. I looked into her eyes…hungry, lust-filled, searching Mine for some sign that I might grant her relief from her torment.

“How long, kitty? How long has it been since someone else has made you cum?” I growled at her in a low voice.

“Too…long..,” she began sobbing.”Oh Master, please…please may I cum? May I cum for you?” she cried.

Seeing the tears, and knowing her like I did, I knew they were real. I knew from being her friend that she wasn’t joking around. And it wasn’t pity I felt…I knew she wouldn’t want that. But I also wasn’t going to leave her unfulfilled, I’m not that heartless!

I pulled My fingers out of her and saw the look of confused disappointment in her face. I stepped away from her for a moment while she turned her head to watch where I had suddenly gone off to. When I returned, I had something in My hand.

“Kitty, do you know what this is?” I asked her.

“No…Master,” she panted.

“Well, kitty, it is called a Hitachi Magic Wand and you may have seen it used in some online video clips, if not, you are about to get a first-hand introduction to it!” I said, plugging the device in.

“Pet is well familiar with My little friend here and it has never failed to give her a wild ride, has it pet?”

“Oh no, Master!” she said enthusiastically.

The Magic wand is a vibrating “massager” that has a handle with a two-speed switch and a ball head. I placed the ball head in the palm of My hand cupping it between My thumb and palm with the handle running up My forearm switch side up. Kneeling back in between kitty’s still quivering thighs, I turned the wand on. Kitty could hear the device start to hum and she knew that it meant business. A small whimper escaped her lips as she tried to prepare herself for what came next.

“Now kitty, I don’t want you cumming until I tell you to, understand? You can beg and you can plead but if you cum before I give you permission, you will be in trouble.”

“Yes, Master, I understand,” she said looking a bit worried now.

Poor girl…she had no idea she was so outmatched! I shoved My two middle fingers into her and curled them up to her g-spot pressing the vibrating head firmly to her clit. What happened next took kitty by complete surprise.

“OHMYGOD!!!! OHHHHHFUUUCKK!!” she cried out as the vibrations hit her. Her clit ignited and she arched as she felt the Magic Wand begin working on her. She bucked and she twisted and squirmed in her ropes but they held her firm.

“MASTER PLEASE!” she cried. “Please may I cum, Sir! Ohh! OHMYGOD!  OHSHIT, OHSHIT, OHSHIT!”

“But kitty, this is only the low setting! Should I show you the high one?

“OH NOOO PLEEEEAZE!!” she cried loudly. I couldn’t resist…smiling My most wicked, evil smile I flipped the switch to high.

“OHHHHHFUUUUUUCKKKKKKK!!!! I’M CUUUUMMMMINGGGGGG!!” she wailed as her resistance and willpower left her. Her pussy exploded and she came…harder than she had in a very long time. Kitty’s pussy flooded and leaked out around the head of the vibrator, running down her legs and onto the tabletop. I removed the vibrator and opened the dam…she poured out all over the table and running onto the wood floor. Kitty meanwhile pitched and rolled, writhed and bucked as a violent orgasm took control of her body. Had she not been tied down, she may have hurt herself the way she was convulsing.

Pet looked on as the girl went through her orgasm smiling and thanking unseen powers that it wasn’t her this time! I looked at her and she moved forward to take kitty’s head in her hands and leaned over to kiss her gently on the lips, careful not to use her tongue for fear that kitty might accidentally bite it in her throes! Wanting to give her “her money’s worth”, I moved up and massaged her clit with My thumb as she came - extending her rapturous convulsions until she, like pet so many times before, begged Me to stop.

“Please, Master…OH please stop! Oh GOD OH OH please! please, please, please!” she whimpered and cried.

Finally I let her go and moved back. I sat back on My heels watching and waiting for her to finish her orgasm and come down. She lay there at last…panting, chest heaving, and sweat running down her belly and sides as she fought to regain breath and sanity.

It took her every bit of 20 minutes to be able to hold a decent conversation again. I rose up to look over her.

“Are you ok, kitty?” I asked looking into her eyes.

“Yes, Master,” she replied still panting slightly.

I loosened her ropes and helped her stand up, steadying her as she rose. Kitty threw her arms around My neck and kissed Me. “Thank you, Master. Thank you!” she said.

“You are welcome kitty, but part of the credit goes to pet here too,” I said.

“Of course,” she said and turned to pet and embraced her kissing her as well. “Thank you pet.”

After she was able to stand and walk steady, I took My two girls in My arms.

“Well, ladies. It has been a busy morning and I know don’t know about the two of you, but I am famished! How would you girls like to go out for some lunch and maybe a bit of shopping?”

“Shopping, Master?” pet asked.

“Yes I have a few things to get, and I am sure that kitty would like to look around…after all we can’t keep her tied up ALL the time she is here! I said laughing.

“Well you could, Master, I wouldn’t mind - but yes I would like to see where you live too!” kitty said smiling.

“So what are you in the mood for, kitty? Mexican? Chinese? Barbeque?”

“Actually, could we just go someplace simple? I don’t know if I could do anything too heavy after such a workout! I’m not used to so much exercise!”

“Sure kitty, whatever you want.”

I took the girls in My arms and we went out to the car, after eating the girls we drove to a little place called The Diner, a 1950-s retro style diner that seated maybe 20 people if it was full, but served the best burgers and fries you can imagine!

We sat and ate and got to know each other better. Then I drove the girls around and showed kitty the sights. She asked a lot of questions about life in Alaska and I told her how we got along up here. She was amazed at how green everything was, and I laughed. “It isn’t winter up here all the time, kitty…it just seems that way!”

After I gave her the whirlwind tour, we returned home. I brought us all beers and we sat on the living room couch, talking and enjoying each others company. Kitty told us about her life at home, she was a school teacher and her Master Jake was a computer technician. She lived in a rural part of Pennsylvania and had never been married. She came from a small family…she was the only child. It was nice learning more about the girl I had been talking to online for so long!

Finally, it had gotten late and we all were tired from the busy day.

We’ll ladies, it has been a long day and I know at least one of us who needs a good night’s rest. So why don’t we pack it in for tonight and pick this back up tomorrow?”

“Yes, Master,” they said in unison.

“Master, ummm where…where do I sleep?” kitty asked unsure.

“Where would you like to sleep, kitty?”

“Could I sleep with you?”

“I was hoping that would be your answer. Of course you can. Both of you.”

So we went to bed that night Pet on My left in her usual place and kitty on My right. And Me, well I was happy to be the “meat” in this sandwich!

Training Alex (part 2)

DAY 3

Sunlight filtered into the bedroom window and lit up the bedroom, rousing the three occupants. I was the first one awake and laid there in bed admiring the two beauties on either side of Me. I smiled as I watched them peacefully sleeping until the light in the room stirred them.

“Mmmm, morning, Master,” pet said, looking up at Me.

“Morning pet,” I smiled at her. She always looked like a little girl the first thing in the morning. I loved watching her wake up.

“Good, morning, Master,” kitty said, waking up next. I turned to smile at her. She too, looked beautiful in the morning’s light. I reached out and pulled them both close to Me. “How did you girls sleep?”

“Oh, Master, I don’t think I have slept better in a long time!” kitty said.

“Well you did get a pretty good workout yesterday!” I said.

Kitty smiled sheepishly, “Yes, Master!”

“Well we have a lot to do today so I guess, as comfortable as we are here in bed, we should be getting up. So why don’t you two go get ready, and I will see you downstairs. Don’t dawdle, I’m hungry!”

I gave each girl a playful swat on her ass as they started to get up, each of My sweet submissives squealing in delight as I did so. With them on their way to the bathroom to get dressed, I went into the other bathroom to get ready Myself. I knew how long it took pet to get dressed and “made up”, so I didn’t have to hurry very much, especially with two chatty girls in the same bathroom! And I was right, I finished well ahead of them and was downstairs getting things ready when I heard giggling coming downstairs.

The girls went straight to the kitchen to get breakfast started as pet always did, while I got a few things ready in the living room for later. I wandered into the kitchen just as the girls were setting the table and putting the food on the table. I pulled out each girls’ chair and seated them. I seated pet first, and then kitty. Kitty smiled and thought it rather charming that I did this for her and I explained that I did it all the time for pet.

“Thank you, Master!” each girl said as I seated them. I took My seat, and looked at My two lovely breakfast guests. They were both spectacular! I smiled at them, “You two girls look very beautiful today. It pleases Me very much to be in such lovely company!” I said. Both girls blushed and giggled. “Thank you, Master!” they chimed, then giggled again as they answered in chorus.

We ate breakfast talking and enjoying each other. After breakfast was over, I sat at the table for a few moments while I finished My coffee. The girls cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. I moved into the living room and sat down in My easy chair to wait, while the girls finished up in the kitchen.

Kitty was the first one to come into the living room. She walked up to Me, knelt in front of Me with her hands in her lap and her head bowed. “Master, may I ask you something?” she said.

“What is it, kitty?”

“Well, yesterday, pet asked you to tease me and said she wanted to see someone else getting teased for a change. And I will admit, you did a very good job of it!” she said.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” I told her, smiling.

“Oh, I did. But Master, you asked me yesterday when I was tied to the coffee table how long it had been since someone else had made me cum. Well, Master, it has been, well, over a year since I have been with a man.”

“I see. And what are you asking?”

“Please, Master. Being here with you like this is so hard,” she looked up at Me softly, and I saw the need in her face.

About this time, pet walked into the room. She saw that something serious was going on between Me and kitty, so she just stood back until I noticed her.

“Pet, come here,” I said, motioning for her to join us. She came over and knelt alongside kitty waiting for what I had to tell her.

“Kitty here has just made a request and a valid one at that. One that I shall honor. But before I grant her request, she will have to earn it. So I want you two upstairs in the bedroom and I shall join you in a few moments,” I said. My two lovelies went right upstairs quickly as I gathered together a few things I needed for play.

When I arrived in the bedroom, My girls were sitting pretty on the edge of the bed facing the door. I smiled as I saw My two girls sitting there waiting so nicely. I walked slowly up to them. Standing in front of pet first, I reached out and softly caressed her cheek. “You look so beautiful,” I said to her. She nuzzled her cheek into My hand and smiled up at Me. I slipped My finger under her chin and raised her face up slowly, kissing her gently as she stood in front of Me.

I moved over in front of kitty. Again I reached down and softly caressed her cheek. “And you little one, you look very beautiful as well,” kitty looked up at Me smiling broadly. I raised her face up like pet until she stood in front of Me. I looked into her eyes for several moments silently.

“Kitty come here,” I said. I led her over to the end of the bed. I placed her at the foot of the bed facing it, and took her wrists and attached a pair of leather wrist cuffs to them. Then I tied each wrist to one of the two bedposts at the foot of the bed, as high as she could reach. I placed ankle restraints on her and tied her ankles to the foot of the bed so she was spread-eagled but in an upright position, facing the bed.

“Now kitty, Master Jake wanted to make sure that you experienced a spanking while you were here. He was very specific about this, saying that He hasn’t been able to give you a spanking and you have deserved one several times during your service to Him. Apparently, little one, you can be a handful! So I get the honor of giving you your first D/s spanking!”

“Yes, Master,” she said, a little quiver in her voice.

“Master Jake was also quite specific in how He wanted this spanking given. He does care for you kitty, as do I. So since this is your first spanking, I won’t be too hard on you.”

“Thank you, Master.”

I walked over to the blanket chest placed under the bedroom window. It had padded leather upholstery on the lid and it would normally be used to hold extra blankets and such. However I have “re-purposed” it to serve as our “toy box”! I opened the top and brought out a few things I planned on using on My new plaything. I came back to the bed and laid out a wooden paddle, a cat-o-nine, and a pair of leather gloves. I brought the baby oil in from the bathroom and I was all set.

“We are going to start slow and see how you do. This is not a punishment spanking. I just want to see what you do with it before I go any further,” I said. As I talked to her, I applied some baby oil to the leather gloves. My gloves are specially made for spanking with the seams along the sides of the fingers and palms so no seams cross where I would strike My subs ass. This way there is not possibility of hurting her. “Since this isn’t a punishment, I am going to give you a safeword. Do you know what a safeword is?”

“Yes, Master. It is a word I can use to stop what is going on if I cannot handle it. Master Jake has given me one before.”

“And what was that safeword, kitty?”

“Yellow, Master.”

“Then yellow it will be. If things get to be too intense for you at any time while we are playing now or anytime, you use your safeword and everything will instantly stop. Ok?” I told her.

“Yes, Master. Thank you.”

“We shall begin now,” I said.

With a well-oiled gloved hand, I caressed kitty’s soft smooth ass cheek, spreading the baby oil over her creamy delicate skin. She moaned slightly as she felt My hand working the oil into her. I made sure her cheeks were well coated and glistening in the room’s light. When she had been properly prepared, I pulled My hand away momentarily.

SMACK! I landed the first swat on her right ass cheek.

“OHH!” she gasped, as I left a red hand print on her white skin.

I drew My hand back and landed a matching hand print on her left ass cheek.

SMACK!

Kitty gasped again, as she felt the sting of My leather-clad hand on her tender rump.

SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!

Four quick swats, two per side, came without stopping. I saw kitty raise up on her toes slightly as they landed. I saw that she was enjoying her first spanking! This encouraged Me to go a bit further.

SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!

Four more quick swats and then I paused to rub her ass a bit. She began to pant as she let the burn sink into her. I rubbed the oily glove over her warm skin to lubricate it as well as hold the heat in longer. I wanted her to feel this spanking for a while.

SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!

Another set of four and kitty’s ass had taken on a nice rosy glow. She had started backing into the swats by now and I knew this girl was one I didn’t have to coddle! I smiled as I saw her reactions.

“So you are enjoying yourself are you little one?” I asked.

“Yess Master,” she moaned.

“Well My little whore, let’s see how you handle things a bit hotter, then!”

I reached over onto the bed and picked up the wooden paddle I had brought from the toy box. This paddle was about 4” wide at the base tapering to 3” wide at the tip. It was 14” long with a 6” long handle. There were four progressively smaller holes, starting at the base so that it would be faster and easier to swing. The edges and faces of the paddle were butter smooth, and the whole thing was coated in several coats of polyurethane for smoothness and easily cleaning.

“Are you ready, kitty?” I asked.

“Yes, Master,” she replied.

WHAP! The first paddle strike landed and kitty was unprepared.

“YEEEOWCH!” The paddle had definitely gotten her attention! Kitty wiggled her ass trying to shake the paddles effect. When she had settled back down and stopping moving around, I continued.

WHAP! Another strike of the paddle brought her back to life.

“YEEEOOWCH!” she cried out again. I let her dance for a bit once again. Smiling a little to Myself, I drew back the paddle again.

WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!

The first set of four paddle blows caused kitty to arch her back and throw her head back.

“OHHHHH!!” she cried out as her ass caught fire. She shook at her bonds, trying to escape but the ropes held firm. I rubbed her abused ass as she quaked and trembled.

WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!

Another set of paddle strikes brought kitty fully up on her toes. But this time she began moving her ass back towards the paddle, as if asking for it. Shedding one glove, I reached between her spread and trembling thighs. Kitty was sopping wet! She was really getting off on this spanking!

“My, my, my! Our little kitty certainly is wet! Are you enjoying yourself whore?” I said mockingly.

“Y..yess, Master,” she gasped.

“Do you want more then?” I asked.

“Please,” she whined softly.

“Pet, come over here,” I said. She immediately came to My side. “Pet I want you to go around in front of our guest here and see what you can find to entertain yourself there. Leave her wet, soaked pussy alone, I don’t want her cumming. But I do want you to make her want to!” I told her.

“Yes, Master!” pet said enthusiastically. She went around and knelt on the bed in front of kitty and began right away by taking one of kitty’s erect swollen nipples into her mouth and chewing on it, biting, licking and sucking on it as kitty began moaning loudly.

“OHHHHGODDDD!!!” kitty moaned as pet’s mouth worked on her breast and nipple.

I let pet play with her for a couple of moments, letting kitty get nice and worked up before I continued.

WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!

Kitty squealed as she went from pleasure to pain. Pet grabbed hold of kitty as she jumped from the paddles’ attack. Kitty settled back on her feet and pet went back to work, this time on her other breast, chewing on her nipple with the same desire and passion. Kitty again became enraptured with pet’s care.

WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!

“OHHHHHFUUUUCK!!!” kitty cried out loudly, “MASSSTERRR!”

I figured that she had had enough for her first spanking, so while pet continued to play with her breasts and nipples, I wanted to see what effect My paddle had on her pussy. I was not disappointed. Kitty was drenched and her pussy juices were leaking from her slit onto her legs and dripping onto the floor under her! Kitty was so ready for Me!

I reached up and grabbed her hair, hauling her head back. This was new for her and she gasped at the sudden change.

“Now, My wet little whore, you want to see what it’s like to be fucked by a Master do you?”

“Yes Master!” she moaned.

“Ask Me then! Beg Me for it!” I demanded.

“Oh please, Master! Please! Oh GOD I need to feel you inside me! Pleeease!”

“Well you are going to! Let’s see if it is really what you want!” I growled into her ear.

She must have been waiting for Me to make a move like this, because when I growled into her ear, she moaned audibly. I let go of her hair only to move My hand down to her throat and I held her throat firmly, but not squeezing, just enough that she knew who was Master here! My other hand went around her side and found her breast. I grabbed a handful of her soft flesh and dug My fingers deep into it, bringing another gasp to her soft red lips.

I moved up closer to her red, heated, ass and placed the tip of My rock-hard cock just below her soaked pussy entrance. I ran the head of My cock up and down her wet slit, teasing her and making her move back to Me trying to impale herself on the cock. But as she moved back so did I, frustrating her all the more.

“Please Master! Please, I beg you! Fuck me! Please fuck me!” she sobbed. Her desperation was clear. And I couldn’t deny her any longer.

I placed both hands on her hips firmly, and in one savage thrust I was inside her, buried clear to the hilt.

“OHHHHFFFUUUCCCK!!! MAAASTERRRR!!!” she wailed, as she felt Me split her pussy wide open! I shoved Myself fully into her, slamming into her so hard that had it not been for the ropes holding her up, I would have knocked her over! I instantly wrapped My arms around her waist, holding Myself deep inside her for a moment and letting her feel the cock she had wanted for so long. Pet, sensing her need also bit down on the nipple in her mouth, adding to the sensations flooding poor kitty’s mind.

I began brutally fucking her, not being the least bit gentle. If she wanted to be a submissive, she had better get used to being used! But the harder and more savage I fucked her, the more she seemed to want it!

“Yes! Oh Yes! Fuck me, Master! Fuck your little whore!” she cried. I pounded into her, making her ass jiggle and shaking her in her bonds with every thrust. I could feel the walls of her pussy clamp around My cock welcoming it and hugging it like an old friend. I slid in and out of her easily, and I could feel her rapidly building to a long-awaited orgasm.

“Master! Oh please may I cum? May I cum on your cock?”

“No.” I said.

“OHHH, GOD!” she cried.

A few more savage strokes and she was begging again.

“Please, Master! Please I need to cum! Please!”

“No.” I said again.

“OHHHFUUCK!!!” she cried, even more desperate than before.

I increased her agitation by reaching down and fingering her clit as I continued to pound into her. Pet also increased her work, licking and sucking and biting her nipple. Then she moved up to kiss her passionately, allowing her tongue to dance with kitty’s before resuming her work on her breasts again.

Once more kitty begged for her release. “MASTERRR! PLEEEASE MAY I CUM FOR YOU? PLEASE!”

I pulled her head back by her long black hair and leaned forward until I was right next to her ear.

“Cum, kitty. Cum for Me NOW!” I didn’t need to repeat Myself.

“OHHHHHFFUUUUCCKKK!!!! I’M CUMMMMMMMINNNGGGG!!!” she wailed loudly as her orgasm burst. I shoved fully into her as she began flooding her pussy with her juices, pouring out of her around My cock and soaking us both, running down out legs and puddling on the floor under us. Pet worked feverishly on kitty’s heaving breasts as kitty spasmed and convulsed in the ropes she was held firmly in.

Kitty came and came until she was exhausted and hung limply by her wrists, her legs barely able to hold her up enough to take her weight. As kitty gasped and panted for breath, pet and I removed the ropes from her ankles first and then from her wrists. I readied Myself in case she fell, prepared to catch her should her legs give way. I helped the worn out girl to the bed and laid her gently onto it. Then I climbed in on one side while pet took the other making sure our tired guest didn’t fall out of bed!

The three of us lay in bed for several minutes as we watched kitty return to us. When she had calmed down and was able to speak again, she turned to Me, smiling broadly.

“Thank you, Master. Thank you so much,” she said.

“You are welcome little one. But you owe someone else a thank you as well,” I said.

Kitty turned to pet. “Thank you too, pet,” she said, kissing her softly.

We all laid in bed for about a half hour before I reluctantly roused us all up “Who’s up for some lunch?” I asked.

“I am! I’m starving!” kitty said.

“Master, if it’s all right with you, I’d like to stay here. I am way behind in laundry and dishes and other things thanks to all the wild sex we have had lately - you have kept me on my back so much I haven’t gotten any of my chores finished! If I don’t get some stuff done around here we won’t have anything to wear or any dishes to eat off of!” pet said, smiling.

“Well, I don’t mind you girls walking around here naked, but we do have to have clean dishes!” I said.

“Master, you and kitty go out. I’ll make something to eat here and do my chores. Enjoy yourselves - I know you probably want to spend some time alone anyway,” pet said.

“You are a good girl, pet, a very good girl. You make Me proud,” I said, kissing her forehead softly as I held her face in My hands.

Pet turned to kitty. “Only one condition. You can do whatever you want this afternoon, but whatever you do, make sure you drain Master before you bring Him home. Master hasn’t cum since you got here and if He doesn’t cum at least every couple of days, he becomes unbearable to live with! So make sure He comes back with empty balls!” she said laughing.

Kitty giggled, “It’s a deal. I’ll make sure He is empty - what kind of sub would I be to leave Master here with a case of blue balls!” With the deal made and kisses all around to seal it, I took kitty out to the car and we left for a special place I knew of that I wanted to show her. We drove for about 30 minutes before I pulled into a parking lot surrounded by trees.

“What is this?” kitty asked, confused.

“Just wait and see!” I said, smiling. I got a blanket out of the back of the car as well as a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. I led kitty down a small trail through the trees for a bit. As we came to the opposite edge of the tree line, the trail opened up to a pretty little park next to a river.

“Oh, Master! How pretty!” kitty said. I took her to a good spot to sit and watch the river and laid the blanket out. I opened the bottle of wine and we sat drinking and talking for a while.

“So, kitty, tell Me, and be honest now, how are you enjoying your time with pet and I?” I asked her.

“Oh Master, I am having a wonderful time! It is so exciting to be working with a Master in real life finally! I am going to be so sad when I have to leave! It will be back to being an online subbie again - at least until Master Jake and I can be together,” she said with a little pout.

“How is that going? Any idea when that will be?” I asked.

“No, not yet. We have to wait until Master Jake thinks I am ready.”

“I see. Well I hope that things move quickly and that He feels you are properly trained soon,” I said.

“Me too, Master. But that seems so far away. There is so much for me to learn still,” she sighed.

“Well let’s not think about that right now. I have you here with Me and for now, you have a real life Master.”

“Yes I do,” kitty said, smiling at Me. “And I made a deal to take care of Him while pet is home working,” kitty said, crawling on hands and knees to Me. Sitting back on her heels, she continued, “so, Master, how may this girl serve You?” She looked at Me with her soft beautiful face and tender eyes. This girl, the one I had so enjoyed talking to and getting to know as a person online, was now sitting in front of Me, a living doll - Mine to use as I saw fit.

“Chest down. Put your elbows onto the blanket and your head down,” I commanded. She obediently did as I bade. Leaning forward she dropped down until her elbows were on the blanket in front of her and her forehead on the blanket as well. This put her ass high in the air and gave Me access to her ass and pussy. With her on her elbows, I could reach her wonderful breasts also. I started there, reaching under her and fondling her firm fleshy breasts. I rubbed and massaged the twin orbs, pinching and rolling her nipples between My thumb and index finger. Kitty moaned as I caressed her and I watched her chest rise and fall with her panting. She trembled as I played with her and sighed her pleasure at My touch. After a bit, I moved down her body slowly, running My hand down her back, over her upturned ass and down her thighs. As I moved back up the insides of her thigh, kitty groaned, knowing where I was headed.

Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was wet. Kitty grew very aroused as her body responded to My touch. I possessed her mind and could make her a blank slate to rewrite but I knew it was only a temporary thing; I knew that soon she would be leaving and then she would resume her life with her real Master. Still I found Myself falling for her.

I reached between her legs and lightly grazed her soaked pussy. Kitty moaned and arched her back, exposing her sex to Me as My hand lightly slipped along her slit.

“Masssterrr,” she whimpered softly. Her thighs trembled as the electric sparks ran along her spine to her brain. With two fingers, I spread the lips of her pussy apart and peeked into her center. She was wet, dripping wet, and I saw her opening pulsing as if beckoning Me to enter. With the index finger of My other hand I pressed into the pink hole and watched fascinated, as her pussy accepted it and then closed around it as if to hold it and never let it go. I pumped the finger in and out of her pussy slowly and kitty moaned and pushed back against the thrusts wanting more.

“Ohhh, Master,” she whined as she pressed backwards. I pulled My finger out and then introduced two in its place. I shoved My fingers deep into her and began fingering her pussy, moving them around inside her and exploring her warm pink hole. Kitty mewled and purred and made little gasps as I toyed with her, churning My fingers inside her and touching all of her special places. She leaned on one elbow and she used the other hand to reach up and grab her breast digging her fingers into the meaty globe and tugging on the swollen nipple. Despite My order to put her head down, kitty couldn’t help but instinctively toss her head back as I probed her. She gasped and panted as the fire within her quickly consumed her. Her hips twisting and turning, bucking upwards and then humping back, she tried to direct My fingers in their movements. But I had My own ideas of what they should be doing and that frustrated kitty and drove her even more desperate to feel My touch. I knew where she wanted Me to go with her, but I wasn’t ready for her to feel that just yet. I wanted to throw more fuel on her fire first.

Without really knowing what the effect would be for her I leaned forward and began to softly and gingerly lick around her asshole, letting My tongue explore the ring of her anus. The effect was instantaneous and dramatic.

“WHAT TH…OHMYGOD!!! Oh GOD MASTER!!” she cried out suddenly.

“You like that, do you?” I asked, smiling at the reaction I got.

“Oh GOD yes! Oh please! Lick it some more! Please!” she pleaded. I leaned forward again and resumed licking and rimming her as My fingers plunged in and out of her dripping wet pussy. She was beside herself with all the sensations flooding her lust-addled brain.

I licked her ass and bit her while I churned her pussy to a froth and she moaned and twisted, gripping the blankets till her knuckles turned white. She was going mad with desire and had only one thought running through her fuzzy mind.

“Please, Master! Please fuck me! Oh god FUCK MEE! PLEEEASE!” she pleaded.

“And what will you do for Me if I do, little one?” I said tonguing her ass again.

“Ohhhh! Anything, Master! I’ll do anything you want, just please!”
“Anything kitty? Do you know what you ask?”

“Yes, please! I don’t care, I need you! Oh Master! Fuck me, please!” she begged, even more desperately.

With a promise like that, I couldn’t let her down. I moved around behind her, shed My pants, and moved closer to her. My cock, already rock hard and throbbing, was just as anxious to plow into her as she was to receive it. I slapped the inside of her thighs to get her spread them, which she did willingly. Then I placed My hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them and taking aim on her center. I placed the head of My cock at her entrance and teased her slit with the head splitting her lips and pushing forward just slightly until the tip of My cock rested at her pussy opening. I slowly eased Myself into her and she let out a low loud moan as I entered her.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhfuuuuuuuucccccccck!!!” she wailed. I pressed fully into her until My balls slapped her ass and I bottomed out in her wet warmth. I began slowly withdrawing until just the head remained inside and then pushed forward again. I wanted her to feel My entire length with every stroke. As I pumped slowly in and out of her, I could feel her pussy expanding as I filled her and as I pulled out, the sucking emptiness I left behind.

Having toyed with her long enough, I took a firm grip on her hips and then shoved hard and quick into her.

“OHHH YESSSS!” kitty gasped as I began fucking her hard and fast. I reached around her and began toying with her pussy and clit while I pounded into her from behind. She rose up onto all fours as I began seriously fucking her. She pushed back in time to My thrusts, trying to get every inch of Me in her and wanting more.

“Oh, Master! Oh I’m going to cum! May I cum? May I cum for you, please?” kitty cried.

I grabbed her hair hauling her head back and swatted her ass hard. “Cum for Me whore! Cum NOW!” I growled deep and loud as I swatted her ass again.

“MAASSSTERRR OHHHGODDDD!!” she howled as she came. I swatted her ass over and over adding that to My constant pounding as wave after wave crashed over her. Kitty dropped back down onto her elbows as she exploded and her juices flooded her pussy and ran out over her legs and soaked the blanket under us. I slapped her ass several times as she came and finally exhausted, she dropped completely down onto her stomach. I thrust into her a couple more times before I pulled out.

Kitty quickly turned around and pulled Me to her. She knelt and took My cock into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on My aching cock and working her hands around its girth. She was an excellent little cocksucker and I wasn’t going to last long. Three days of playing with My girls and not cumming had caught up with Me. With a loud groan I grabbed her head and held her as my cock erupted. She felt the first stream of My cum hit the back of her throat and she began swallowing hard. I filled her mouth as quickly as she could empty it and shot stream after stream of white sticky cum into her.

It was My turn to quiver and shake as I emptied My balls into her warm mouth. She accepted everything I had to give her though, not wasting a single drop. When I finally finished cumming, I laid back onto the blanket, kitty climbing up Me to take Me back into her mouth, licking and sucking My now shrinking cock to make sure I was absolutely clean, and sucking the last drops from My peehole before laying her head on My stomach, purring contentedly.

We laid there on the blanket savoring each other for about 20 minutes before I spoke. “Well little one, I think we should probably be getting back. I think pet may start wondering about us if we don’t!”

“Yes, Master, She was very kind to allow us this time. I don’t want her to think we’ve run off together!” kitty remarked. So with a kiss we got dressed, picked up the blankets, the last of the bottle of wine, and the glasses, and walked back to the car. I seated her, put the things in the back seat and we drove back to the house.
“There you two are! Did you have a good time?” pet said as we walked into the house.

“Oh yes! It was wonderful. Thank you pet for being so considerate,” kitty said, taking her hands.

“Did you fulfill your end of the deal?” pet asked with a sly smirk.

“Oh yes. He doesn’t have that problem any more!” kitty said proudly.

“I’m glad you two had this time together. I know you have gotten to know each other over the Internet and now you have been able to enjoy each other in real life,” pet said happily. She hugged kitty tightly. The girls had become fast friends. I smiled as I watched them, happy My girls were getting along so well.

“Dinner is just about ready, Master,” pet said after the two girls parted.

“Ok, Thank you pet,” I said, kissing her. “I will be right there. I have to make a phone call first.”

I went to the study and called Master Jake. I told Him how kitty was coming along and how pleased I was that she was doing so well. I thanked Him again for the opportunity to train His submissive and He thanked Me for doing it. I let Him know what all we had done and the plans I had left to do. He approved of all of it and we hung up.

When I came back to the dining room, the table was set and My girls were standing by their chairs waiting for Me to seat them. I started with pet, seating her, then I moved around to seat kitty. Finally I sat down Myself and pet served up her delicious pot roast dinner. We ate and talked about our day. I asked pet how things had gone while we were away and she told Me that she was glad to get her chores done. I smiled at her, pleased that she thought her chores were more important than the fun she had missed out on. She was such a good girl to be so conscientious about her duties. I told kitty I had spoken to her Master and told Him how well she was doing. Kitty blushed, “Thank you, Master. Master Jake likes to keep informed. I do hope I have pleased you both so far.”

“You have little one. I am quite pleased in you. And so is Master Jake,” I told her.

After dinner we all moved into the living room to sit and talk. Pet brought in some coffee for everyone.
“I think because pet here was so good about giving us some alone time, that she should be thanked, don’t you kitty?” I asked winking at her.

“Yes, Master,” she said, smiling back at Me.

“Strip slut,” I said to pet. She got a big grin on her face and immediately shed her clothes. She crawled over to Me and knelt before Me as she had been taught. “You were such a good girl today that you need to be rewarded. So I shall,” I said. I reached out and grabbed her nipples pinching them hard enough to bring a pained gasp from her. As I stood up, I pulled her to her feet by her nipples and once she stood up I kissed her hard and passionately. I took her by her nipples and pulled her to the center of the room and then brought her back to her knees.

“Lay on your back,” I told her. Pet immediately followed My command and laid on her back with her legs widespread.

“Is your pussy wet, slut?”

“Yes, Master, my pussy is so wet for you,” she answered.

“Good,” I said pinching her nipple again hard, making her cry out. “You want me to make you cum, don’t you?”

“Oh, please,” she requested, her voice somewhere between pleading and begging.

“Please?” I taunted.

“Oh God, yes. Yes, Please make me cum. I want your cock so bad!” she let her voice trail off.

She felt My breath heavy on her ear, before I whispered darkly, “You don’t get my cock yet. I’m not done playing with you. Kitty, fetch me a dildo from the toy box upstairs would you?”

“Yes Master,” kitty said, and rushed upstairs to retrieve one. While she was gone I began toying with pet’s dampening pussy. My fingers knew her hole well and she knew that I was familiar with all of her “buttons”. I knew just how to get her smoldering! Kitty returned within moments, but it was enough time for Me to make her sopping wet.

“Stick it in your pussy,” I said, handing the dildo to pet.

She started working it in and out of her pussy. I let her plunge it in and out a few times before stopping her with a hard slap to her widespread thigh

“What are you doing? I did not tell you to fuck yourself. Put your hands behind your head and leave them there!”

Pet did as she was told, and placed her hands behind her head. I shoved half the dildo’s length in her, and then I began to move My thumb in gentle circles around her swollen clit.

“Oh, God,” pet moaned writhing, trying to increase the stimulation.

“Spread your legs wide,” I instructed.

She spread them. Still playing lightly with her clit, I started thrusting the dildo uncomfortably hard and deep.

“Oh, God! Oh fuck,” pet moaned, “Please let me cum. Please.”

I started fucking her faster, harder. “You are such a slut,” I said. “Begging. Me. To. Cum.” I punctuated each word with a violent thrust of the dildo, making her cry out with each one.

“Yes, Master,” she moaned loudly as I shoved the dildo into her again. “Thank you.”

“Do you want more?” he asked.

“Yes,” pet all but whispered, knowing the more she took the harder and hotter I would get. I shoved the fake cock deep into her belly once again. “Oh thank you, ” she moaned, “Another please.”

I pulled the dildo out of her pussy and stuck it in her mouth. “Suck it clean.”

Pet licked and sucked it alternately, feeling kitty’s eyes on her the whole time. She knew I wanted her to put on a show and she was doing a hell of a job at it too. She began begging, “Please fuck me, Master. I want your cock so bad. Oh god, I need your cock.”

“You ‘need’ my cock?’ I teased. “What will you do to get it?”

“Anything! Anything, just tell me, and I’ll do it,” she panted, ‘Oh please use me.”

“Then prepare yourself to be used, slut,” I said to her, emphasizing that point by thrusting completely into her. She cried out at the shock of it, but I sunk My cock completely in her pussy, pulled it out and slammed it into her again. Pet immediately came, and came hard. “Oh god, thank you, thank you, fuck me more,” she begged.

“Kitty, come over here,” I said. Kitty crawled over to pet’s side as I continued pounding into her.

“Kitty would like to thank you for today as well, isn’t that right kitty?” I asked.

“Oh yes, Master! pet thank you for letting Me have time with Master,” she said.

“Show her how much you want to thank her little one,” I said. Kitty knew just what I wanted her to do and she bent over and began licking and sucking and biting on pet’s sensitive buds.

As kitty chewed on pet’s swollen, throbbing nipples, I brought My legs to the out side of hers pressing her legs together and creating more friction between My pistoning cock and her pussy. I began slamming My cock into her wildly. In this position every thrust bore pressure on her aching clit. She could feel another orgasm building, and surrendered to it. It broke hard and lasted long. When pet’s body stopped convulsing, I leaned in and bit the flesh at her shoulder-blade. Pet cried out at the antithesis of pleasure.

“What do you say? ” I prompted.

“Thank you,” pet replied.

“That’s my good slut,” I growled in her ear. “Do you want more?”

“Oh god yes, please! Please fuck me more! Fuck me hard, I love your cock inside me! Please make me cum,” pet rambled almost nonsensically.

I began fucking her again with long slow strokes, deliberate, enjoying the power I had over My pet’s body. I brought pet to orgasm once more, but this one was different. Just as she started to cum this time she cried out frantically.

“MASTER!!! MASTER!!!” she cried out frantically. I scooped her up into My arms and she clung to Me as if she were drowning. Of course I knew what was happening and held her tightly. I looked over at kitty who was wide-eyed and holding her hands to her mouth, shocked at this turn of events. I picked pet up and took her over to the sofa and sat down with her in My lap and rocked her back and forth gently as she came back to Me.

After about 10 minutes, pet slowly raised her head and looked at Me.

“Feeling better?” I asked her. Pet just looked at Me with a faraway look in her eyes. She reached out and petted My face as if not sure If I was real or not. I leaned in and kissed her forehead and as I pulled back, pet lunged forward and kissed Me hard on the lips almost desperately.

“Are you ok, pet?” I asked her as she finally pulled back.

“Yes,” She said softly.

I laid her gently on the couch. “Stay here and rest for a bit, pet,” I said, and she nodded her head. I got up and motioned for kitty to follow Me and we went upstairs.

“Master, what the hell was that?” she asked, still incredulous over pet’s performance.

“I sent pet into subspace,” I said.

“Subspace, Master?” she asked. I explained what subspace was to kitty who had never heard of the term.

“Kitty, subspace is a place that a submissive goes in her head when the feelings, emotions and sensations she is going through at the moment overwhelm her. It is different for each submissive and every sub has her own subspace and her own breaking point to get there. For pet, tonight was one of those moments. I don’t know what it’s like there, I just know when she goes there and how to get her back.”

“Well it scared the hell out of me!” she exclaimed.

“Yes it did to Me the first couple of times. I guess it can be scary for the sub as well when she first experiences it. You would have to ask pet about it. Masters don’t go there.” I said.

“How many times has pet gone into this subspace?” kitty asked.

“Only a few times. It doesn’t happen often, but she has been there before.”

“Well I have never seen anything like it before!” kitty said, still not believing what she witnessed.

After we had made the bed up and got things ready for bed, kitty and I went back downstairs to check on pet. She was still on the couch where I left her, but she was back with us again.

“Thank you, Master, it has been awhile since I went into subspace like that.”

“I know. Are you feeling better now?”

“Yes, I am ok. Thank you for caring for me,” she said.

“Well it has been a long day and we have all had our ‘exercise’ for the day. Why don’t we call it a night and go to bed. Tomorrow is another day and we have more fun in store for us!” I said smiling.

“Yes, Master,” pet said. I helped her to stand, making sure she was steady on her feet before we made our way upstairs.

“Pet, what is subspace like?” kitty asked pet when they were in the bathroom preparing for bed.

“Well, I guess it’s different for each of us, but for me it’s like being in a field, but completely enveloped in thick fog so that I can’t see anything - even my own feet. All I see is white fog in every direction. I can’t hear any sounds. I get scared and call out for Master, but I don’t hear anything. Then, after a few minutes, I start to hear a faint sound. It gets louder and I finally realize it is footsteps, but I can’t tell whose or from what direction they are coming closer. Then I feel as if I am being picked up, but can’t tell by who or what. I am carried up and up until I come out of the fog and see it is Master carrying me. I can see His face and I know He has brought me out from the fog. It is scary at first but then once the fog clears it is beautiful. I love going to subspace even though it is scary because I know Master will bring me back.”

“It sounds beautiful. I hope I get to go there someday,” kitty said. And the two girls came into the bedroom where I laid in bed already waiting for them. The girls got in bed on either side of Me and we laid together with My sweet submissives on either side of Me, content and happy.

Training Alex (part 3)

DAY 4

It was a gray, rainy day when the three woke up…cool and damp. A good day for indoor games! I had gotten up before My two lazy subbies and had already showered and was standing at the door to the bedroom wearing just My pajama bottoms. I walked up to side of the bed and looked over My two beautiful girls and smiled. It seemed a shame to have to wake them. But there was work to be done and subbies to be trained so I leaned over My pet and softly kissed her cheek. She roused slowly, her eyes opening and she smiled at Me. I gave her the finger to the lips quiet sign and she nodded. I walked around to the other side of the bed and gave kitty a kiss on the cheek as well. She too woke up and smiled when she saw Me.

“Now that My two lazy girls are awake, it’s time to get up and get ready for the day. I’ve already showered and shaved so the bathrooms are yours.” I said. “The last one downstairs gets a spanking!”

That motivated the girls and they bounced out of bed running past Me giggling like a couple schoolgirls caught peeking into the boys locker room! They ran into separate bathrooms and I heard the sound of water running in each. I went downstairs to wait for them and see who the winner was. I stood at the kitchen counter and listened to what was going on upstairs. I heard through the plumbing when the water quit running. The coffeemaker stopped with a ding and I poured Myself a cup of “morning juice”. I sat down facing the hallway and waited for the first pair of eyes that came around the corner. I didn’t have to wait long.

“Did I win?” a breathless pet said as she slid around the corner.

“Well you were the first one down here…whether you ‘win’ or not remains to be seen!” I said. “Now up against the counter and wait for your cohort!” Pet stood with her ass against the counter next to the sink and waited for kitty. She came around the corner also out of breath.

“Damn” she muttered as she saw pet standing at the counter.

“Stand next to pet, kitty and let’s have a look at you two.” kitty moved to pet’s side assuming the same stance. I moved closer to them. I looked at pet, checking her hair, her makeup, her clothing. Then I moved to kitty and checked her hair, makeup and clothes. Both of them were perfection - I was pleased.

“Well both of you look amazing. I can find no flaws in either of you. However, pet did beat you down here kitty so I guess you are the one who will get spanked!”

“Yes, Master.” she said, hanging her head. I reached under her chin and raised her soft face to Mine. I looked into her eyes and smiled. “We’ll take care of that spanking after breakfast though, ok? I don’t feel like spanking you first thing in the morning. We’ll have a good breakfast then think about that spanking!”

I went into the living room to enjoy the rest of My coffee while the girls made breakfast. Presently I heard a soft padding coming up behind Me. kitty walked around and knelt before Me. “Master, breakfast is ready.” she said softly, her head lowered.

“Thank you, kitty.” I said. I stood up and  then I reached down to pick up and handful of kitty’s long black hair. Using her hair as a leash I gave the command “Crawl” and I walked My kitty into the dining room. I walked her to her seat and then gave her My hand to help her up. I seated the girls, pet first as always, then took My own seat. As we ate the delicious breakfast My girls prepared, we talked about the day’s plans.

“Kitty, today is going to be a busy day for you. I have a couple things I want to cover today and they are pretty broad areas, so a lot is going to be required of you.” I told her.

“Yes, Master. May I ask a question?” she asked.

“What is it kitty?”

“Well last night I watched as you put pet into subspace. It was amazing! Scary, but amazing. Afterwards you explained what subspace was and then I talked to pet a little about it. She told me what it was like there for her.”

“Yes, she has told Me as well.”

“Well, Master I was wondering…could you…would you put me into subspace?”

“I don’t know, kitty. I mean it was scary enough the first time I put pet into subspace. I don’t know what your Master would say. I mean subspace is a pretty big deal. What if something went wrong?”

“Master, please…I want to be the best sub I can be. Master Jake sent me to you to train me. I want to be able to please Him in every way. Knowing what to do and how to handle subspace is part of that, right? Please help me Master! Please?” kitty said begging Me. She took My hands as she spoke and I could see this was important to her.

“I’ll tell you what, little one. Let Me talk to your Master and I will ask Him what He thinks of this matter. It’s a little early to call Him right now, but I will talk to Him today and we will see what He says. If He is all right with it, then I will help you. ok?”

“Thank you, Master. I knew you would help me. You are such a good Master.” she said smiling.

With breakfast finished, I waited at the table for the girls to clear the dishes and wipe the table down. Once the girls were finished I held out My hand to call kitty to Me. She came over and stood before Me.

Kitty was wearing a simple yet sexy tank dress, a slinky little thing that fit her like a second skin. I had told her before she came to visit that pants were not allowed here except when doing housework or work outside in the garden. Pet owned two pair of blue jeans which she was allowed to wear under these conditions but even those were selected because she looked GOOD in them! I had explained when we had talked that part of a submissive’s responsibility is to be pleasing to the eye as well as pleasing in other ways. A submissive should always dress to impress…her Master first and everyone else secondly. She should make other women angry and other men jealous.

“Kitty take off your dress.” I commanded.

“Yes, Master.” she said and reached down to pull the tight-fitting dress off over her head. She removed her dress and laid it over the back of the chair she was sitting on earlier. She reached up to remove her bra next.

“Stop.” I said quickly. I grabbed her arm and brought her closer. I pushed her bra up and over top of her full breasts freeing them for My use and pleasure. I took a nipple between My fingers and pinched it lightly, rolling it between My fingers and toying with it. Kitty moaned and tipped her head backwards closing her eyes and giving in to the feelings I was giving her. I let go of her nipple and took her by the arms pulling right up next to Me as I took her breast and nipple into My mouth biting and chewing on the stiff eraser tip

“Ohhhh…” she moaned softly as I lit the fire in her loins. I pinned her arms behind her back as I held her in My strong grasp. I feasted on My guests ripe breasts, alternating between them, licking and sucking and playfully biting her stiffening nipples. I listened as I heard her breathing change and the soft kitten-like mewls and growls as she grew more and more impassioned. I have always enjoyed the tease - building up My submissives desires slowly and deliberately bringing her to the very edge of her orgasm and then backing away, only to bring her to the edge once more. I so love hearing her pleading and begging and the desperation in her voice as she tries in vain to control what she knows cannot be controlled.

Having made sure her fire was well-established and burning hot now, I stood scooping the girl up in My arms and set her up on the table laying her back so her head was just on the edge. Now our table was a very sturdily-built heavy table - for this very reason. I had picked it out especially for it’s strength and construction. I had placed pet on it many times and it had seen almost action as our bed. Let’s face it folks - sometimes the urge hits you and you just don’t want to wait to get to the bedroom!

Such was the case now. With kitty laid out on the table like a sexy Thanksgiving spread, I directed pet to the “wishbone” while I took My place, well, at the “head” of the table of course! I pulled kitty forward until her head hung over the edge of the table and her lovely neck was stretched taunt.

“Pet, you may make a meal of kitty.” I told her motioning to her widespread legs and already damp pussy. “I am going to see if this little whore really knows how to suck a cock as she so proudly boasts!” I grabbed her head placing My thumbs over her throat and began face fucking her slowly at first until she got My cock hard and at it’s full 8” length.

“Ok, little one, let’s see if you are as good as you claim.” I said looking down at her. I let her get a good breath of air and then I shoved My cock fully into her mouth and down her lovely throat until her nose pressed against My ballsack. I held her face fully against Me until I felt her tapping My leg - a signal that she needed air. I pulled out of her and she gasped for a breath. I gave her a couple good breaths and then I went back down her throat again, holding her like before. More taps and I backed away. This time when I went in I pumped in and out of her throat a few times rapidly before withdrawing. She gasped and acted as if she might retch bit but a slap across the face righted her. I shoved back into her and held her face tight against Me again.

“Relax your throat. You have to learn how to accept a cock down your windpipe if you want to be a good submissive, I said as I worked in and out of her, allowing her a breath as she needed one.

I gave her a chance to resume her breathing as I moved down to pinch and tug and slap her breasts and nipples. She moaned and whimpered now able to concentrate on what pet was doing to her. Pet was enjoying herself in between kitty’s spread legs. I watched as pet spread her pussy with her fingers and licked and lapped at the wet pink slit. Kitty was having just as much fun and she tossed her head back and forth, the sensations pet caused sending her wild with desire.

“Ohhhh fuck! oh god pet! ooooh oh! shit! Yes! oh yes!” kitty coached pet as pet seemed determined to drive the poor girl crazy.

I repositioned Myself at kitty’s face and slapping her once she opened her mouth and I once again began her deep-throating lessons. This time she was ready and was able to accept Me easier. I slid easily down her throat and I began face fucking her. She was able to relax her throat and put aside her gag reflex a bit better. I was proud of the way she took to it…the girl did have talent!

Pet had brought kitty to the verge of cumming and so I pulled out of her mouth and moved down to where pet was busy lapping as her. I used two fingers to massage her clit and pinch in and toy with it. That was all it took to send kitty over the edge.

OHHHHFFFUUUCCKKK!!! OHHHHSHHIIIITTTT!” kitty howled, arching her back on the table as she writhed and twisted, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Kitty convulsed on the table and spasmed so violently pet and I had to hold her down to keep her from falling off! Restraining her only served to heighten her throes though. It was as if she knew we would care for her so she could let everything go. She came hard that morning, harder than I have ever seen her cum before. I am glad I researched the table the way I did - it took a pounding that day!

After her orgasm subsided and she was able to sit up I helped kitty to sit on the edge of the table for a few moments until she felt able to stand and walk. I helped her walk into the living room and sat her down on the couch to rest some more. Pet came in to watch over her while I left to go into the study.

I went into the study to call Master Jake I wanted to get His views on kitty’s desire to go into subspace.

“Hello Master Jake, this is Master Jonathan”

“Oh Hello Jonathan, How is My girl doing?”

“She is doing just fine. She has asked Me for something that I must get your view on however.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

“Well yesterday she was witness to My putting My submissive into subspace. She is now interested in going there herself. I told her that before I tried putting her into subspace, I would have to get your permission. Subspace as you know is a tricky thing and I just wanted to get your ok before I attempted it with her.”

“I appreciate your asking Me Jonathan. But I trust you…otherwise I would not have given you My girl. So if you think it would be a good idea that she learn about subspace, then I trust you to care for her.”

“Thank you Jake - your trust in Me is humbling. I shall take the utmost care of kitty I can assure you of that.”

“I know you will. Let Me know how she does!”

“I will. Thank you again. Goodbye.”

After I hung up with Master Jake I returned to the girls in the living room. Kitty had recovered a bit more and was sitting up now, the two talking some kind of “girl talk” when I came in the room.

“Are you feeling better kitty?” I asked.

“Yes, Master. That was quite…it was wonderful!” she said, blushing and looking down.

“Then you are ready to continue?”

“Continue, Master?”

“Well yes, kitty - you didn’t think that was it for the day did you? We still have lots to do today!” I said.

“Oh.” she said. “Yes, Master. I am ready.”

“Good. pet, run upstairs and bring Me the hanging wrist straps, the clover nipple clamps, the Magic Wand, and the dildo gag.” I said.

“Yes, Master.” and she ran upstairs to get the needed items. A few moments later she returned with the things I had requested.

“Come, kitty,” I directed and she came to stand in the doorway leading from the dining room into the living room. I made her stand on her tip toes with her arms stretched as high as she could reach, measuring the height. Then I brought a tension bar from under the couch and placed it slightly higher than the mark I made ratcheting the bar until it was tightly between the two sides of the doorway and wouldn’t budge. I tested it by hanging My own weight off the bar (I weighed a good bit more than she did!) so I knew it would hold her easily. Then I placed the hanging wrist straps on kitty’s wrists and helped her hook the metal hooks of the straps over the bar. The bar was just high enough that kitty could stand on her tip-toes and touch the floor but she could not touch if she stood flat-footed. Stretched, naked, and vulnerable, she hung there in the doorway waiting for what was next.

“Now kitty, you asked Me this morning if I would put you into subspace and I told you that I would talk to your Master about it. Well I did call Master Jake and He and I agreed that it would be good for you to experience subspace. So I will see if I can take you there.”

“Thank you Master,” kitty said, a smile spreading across her face.

“But before we can take this trip to subspace, we have this little matter of a lost race and a spanking!”

“Yes Master,” she said, “I am ready.”

“Good. Now this spanking will be more than your first one. I want to find out your limits, kitty. So I will take you to your safeword Yellow,” I told her.

As I spoke to her I played with kitty’s nipples, toying with them and tugging at them lightly to get them stiff and erect. Kitty trembled and swayed slightly as she hung there feeling My teasing. Once I had her nipples fully erect, I reached down and picked up the nipple clips that pet had brought down.

“Kitty, have you ever worn nipple clips before?” I asked her.

“Not like those, Master. I have only used clothespins when I played with Master Jake,” she said.

“Well these are a bit more intense, but they are adjustable so we don’t have to tighten them fully,” I explained.

With that I attached the first clip to her left nipple and adjusted it until I heard her moan slightly. I gave it another full twist to make sure it would stay on. She looked down at the clip on her left breast and then looked up at Me smiling. I repeated the process on her right nipple, adjusting it the same way so that the clip would stay on until I took them off.

“Are you ok, kitty?” I asked her.

“Yes, Master,” she replied.

“Very well then, we’ll begin. Remember you can call out your safeword when you need to,” I said. I moved around behind her and picked up the paddle I wanted to start with. I started by rubbing the smooth wooden paddle over her naked ass cheeks and letting her feel the implement. After a few moments I drew My arm back and the spanking began with the first stroke.

Smack! The first strike wasn’t real hard…I wanted to get her warmed up before I got serious. Kitty oohed a pleasurable remark at the first contact of the paddle.

Smack! A second light swat to her other ass cheek brought another ooh from the bound kitty.

Six more light swats in quick succession and her ass had begun to take on a pinkish glow. I knew it was time to step things up a bit…

SMACK!

“OHHHH!” Now the strikes were considerably harder and the four quick hard swats caused kitty to gasp.

Four more swats and Kitty arched her back as My paddle now turned her pink cheeks an angry red. I stopped and let her rest for a moment and let the burn set in a bit before continuing.

Eight hard swats had kitty twisting and dancing in her bonds, but still no safeword. Instead I reached between her legs and found her pussy wet and dripping. I fingered her for a bit as her ass cheeks burned, the combination of pleasure and pain making her all the more turned on and soon she was panting her desire.

I switched from the paddle to the crop making it more intense for her.

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

Four swats with the crop and kitty began voicing her objection to the new toy.

“OWWITCH! OHHHH Master!” she cried. But no safeword was uttered.

Four more swats on her thighs this time and she danced, but still nothing to indicate I should stop.

Finally, I gave her one last barrage of  six strokes of the crop rapidly without a break and then I heard it.

“YELLOW, MASTER! YELLOW! PLEASE!” she cried out. Instantly, I stopped what I was doing and came around the front of her. I saw her tear streaked face and the tracks of her mascara that had begun to run. I saw that she had been silently crying for awhile. I wrap My arms around the sobbing girl and hoist her up, freeing her wrists and she wraps her arms around My neck. I set her back down on her feet carefully.

“Are you ok, kitty?” I ask her.

“Y..yes…Master,” she sobs.

“Are you sure, kitty?” I look into her face to make sure she isn’t just being brave. I wipe the tears away from her face as I study her look.

“Yes, Master. I am sorry I called out my safeword so quickly,” she said trying to lower her eyes. I lifted her face back up to Mine.

“Do not be sorry. Your safeword is there for your protection. I can’t know how much you are feeling unless you tell Me. This was exactly what I was trying to learn, little one,” I explained.

I picked her up and carried her upstairs to the bedroom. Laying her gently on the bed, I leaned over and kissed her softly on the forehead. “Now rest here, kitty and when you are ready you can come downstairs, ok?”

“Yes, Master. Thank you,” she said smiling and she turned onto her side and snuggled into the pillow. I left kitty and went downstairs to join pet in the living room.

“Is kitty ok, Master?” she asked.

“Yes, she is ok. She is just upstairs resting,” I told her. I sat down in My chair and My sweet pet came and knelt next to Me.

“I’m glad, Master,” she said. “I am going to be sorry to see kitty go.”

“You have gotten quite close to her haven’t you, pet?”

“Yes, Master. She is like the sister I never had,” she said looking up at Me.

“Well I have grown fond of her as well. And yes it will be sad to see her go, but she has to go back to her Master. And we still have a little time together. She doesn’t have to leave for a couple days yet.”

“Yes, Master,” pet said, “Master, may I sit in your lap?”

“Of course, pet. Come on up,” I said holding out My hand for her. She stood up and crawled up into My lap and we sat and watched TV.

After about an hour or so, kitty came down.

“Feeling better, kitty?” I asked.

“Yes Master. Thank you,” she replied. 

“Tomorrow, kitty, you will be leaving us. So tonight, I am taking you two out to dinner to thank you for both all your hard work. Kitty, you have come a long way in the short amount of time we have been together. Pet you have been invaluable in helping Me train our guest here.” I told My two lovelies.

“Now I have to go out for a bit and take care of some business matters. When I come home from work, you WILL be ready to go out. Pet, I want you to have your tan bra on, you know - the half-cup bra that leaves your nipples exposed. And no panties. Also wear stocking and a garter belt. I want you to wear that little red dress that you know pleases Me when I see it on you. As for the shoes, you can pick out whatever shoes you think I will like - you know My tastes,” I told her.

“Kitty, I would like you to wear that slinky black halter dress that I saw in your closet. No bra and no panties. I have a special use for you tonight and I don’t want anything to get in the way! And I want you to wear a nice pair of heels as well…pet can help you pick out a nice pair. This will be a nice restaurant so dress to impress girls!” I said.

I will be home promptly at 7:00 pm. Be ready to go as we will have to hurry to make our reservations. Have your makeup on as you have been taught. And kitty, when you’re are bathing, I want you to shave completely. Make sure you are smoothly shaven, not only your underarms and legs. I want your pussy to be smooth, I know that you understand your instructions.  Pet, wear the perfume I picked out for you, and do not disappoint me!” I said.

“Yes, Master.” pet replied understanding her directions completely. She would make sure they were ready for Me.

“And do not touch my pussy other than to shave. Is that understood, kitty?” I added.

Kitty knew just what that meant. It meant that she would be hot and dripping wet when I got home.

“Yes, Master.” she said, already feeling her pussy warming at the thought of what was to come. She knew that when I said I had “special use” for her, that I meant she would be played with, toyed with, and more than likely driven crazy with lust until she begged to cum! Thoughts of what may happen at dinner made it extremely difficult to concentrate on her chores that day. The happiness of knowing what she was going to go though that evening occupied her every thought. This would be their last night together and kitty wanted to make sure it was a night to remember.

She had a lot to do and she wanted to make herself look especially nice and meet My expectations and approval. She took extra care not to nick her puffy pussy lips as that would not please him, then she carefully applied her makeup just the way I liked. Pet, meanwhile got herself dressed, putting on the bra I had specified, making sure her breasts pushed out the way He loved them too. Pet knew that I was not a fan of panties…she rarely wore them at all and only then when it was absolutely necessary. So going without panties was second-nature to her. But kitty didn’t understand why I did not want her to put her panties on, but she was eager to please Me (and didn’t dare to question My demands). The girls finished getting dressed and as they did kitty turned to pet for her opinion.

“Please tell me the truth, pet…how do I look?” kitty asked of her sub-sister.

“You look beautiful, kitty. Master will be pleased.” she said. “I don’t know what He has in mind for tonight, but I hope you have a wonderful evening. You deserve it. Master knows how hard you have worked to learn how to please Him.”

“Oh, I hope so, pet,” kitty said earnestly.

The two girls were waiting for Me in the living room when I got home. Kitty got up and came up to greet Me as I came into the room.

“Hello Master, I am ready to go, just as You asked.” kitty saw the package I had in My arms. She smiled at Me as I leaned over to kiss her.

“Good girl.” I said.

“You both look fabulous, girls. I am very pleased. You will be the envy of every girl and make all the men there jealous of Me!”

The two girls giggled. “Thank you, Master!”  

kitty looked at the package that I had placed on the table by My chair.

“No, no my sexy little slut, this is mine!” I said. “And you’ll see what it is soon enough. Now let’s all go into the living room. We have a few minutes before we have to leave for the resturant.

“Sit down on the couch.” I told kitty. She did as she was told and sat on the couch expectantly.

“Now lay back so I can see you better.” I said. She laid back carefully so as not to mess her dress and waited for what was to come. I kissed her soft red lips very lightly.

Then I turned My back to her and opened the package I had brought home.

“Oh, you nosey little slut. You want to see what I have here?” I asked.

“Oh yes, Master. I am so excited.” kitty said.

“Then do not move, not an inch.”

I moved over and knelt down between her legs. “Open.” I commanded, and kitty obeyed instantly, spreading her legs wide for Me. I leaned forward to smell her sex and then I lightly kissed her pussy lips - almost sending her over the top.  Not wanting her to have any pleasure just yet, I stopped. Kitty could feel My fingers starting to slide in and out of her very hot and wet pussy lips.

“My little slut if you cum, I will spank your ass right here and now before we leave do you hear me?”

“Yes Master I do.”

“All I want is for you to be a little wet for right now understood?”

“Yes Master!” her eyes lowered.

“Good my sexy slut. Now open those legs more for me.”

She opened her legs as far as they could go.

“Now pull them up to your chest and hold them there.” I told her.  Kitty could feel something very thick and hard being pushed slowly up into her pussy. She knew then what I had in the package… or so she thought. But I had a few more surprises lined up for her that evening.

“So slut, how good does that feel? Nice and hard I hope?”

All she could do was to moan out a long slow “Oh yes Master!” I told her to get up and get on all fours. This shocked her, but she obeyed nonetheless, trusting Me implicitly. I placed her on all fours on the couch. Then she felt Me slide up her dress above her waist. She could feel My thick warm fingers sliding up and down the crack of her ass.

“Remember My wet horny slut you may not cum until you are told. And I do not give you My permission now!”

My words, burned in her brain but mostly in her pussy. She moaned her understanding. She felt Me sliding My fingers around her pussy getting her very wet. She moaned out in pleasure from the feeling of My hard long fingers in her sopping pussy.

“If you cum, I will whip you like you never have been whipped before, you slut! Do you understand Me?” Hearing the tone in My voice, kitty knew I meant business. She started fighting her orgasm back as hard as she could. I saw her and I could tell from her body’s shaking just how hard she was fighting it. So I leaned over and kissed her.

“There you are, My sweet slave-slut. I knew you would love it, but I didn’t know you would take to it this as well as you have. You have pleased me.” I said smiling broadly.

Then I pulled her up to Me and wrapped My arms around her. Steadying her on her feet, I reached into My pocket and pulled out a small remote control. Kitty looked up into My eyes with a mixture of shock and confusion.

“Yes little one, this is the remote to the toy inside you and I will have it all night long right here in My pocket. Just remember to be a good little girl and I will not have to use it on you . Now lets try it out to see if it works.”

She was not prepared for it when I clicked the remote on, and when she jumped startled, it put a smile on My face that stayed there for a very long time.

“Oh my little kitty was not ready for that one was she? Now lets see if she will be for this!”

That was when her soul left her body. When I turned the remote to the highest setting, she was already on the verge of an orgasm. Kitty closed her eyes and fought it off as hard as she could. Quickly losing the battle, she began to cum, her legs shaking as her pussy juice began to pour onto the floor. She had just enough presence of mind to hike her skirt quickly so it wouldn’t get soaked and I saw her pussy gushing and her juices flow down her leg. I started to laugh and enjoyed what I was seeing.

“Tonight is going to be one of the greats nights of all my little horny slave’s life.” I told her with a wicked grin.

Kitty calmed down once I turned the vibrators off and got herself together.

“If you cum one time with out My telling you that you may, you will pay the price for it. 25 Smacks for every time you cum without My permission. Now do you hear me?” I warned.

“Yes, I do Master,” she said, her head bowed and eyes on the floor. We got to the car, and I came around and opened her door for her, so that she could get in like a lady should. She sat down as easy as she could with the vibrator that was up her hot, horny body. She sat as still as she could so it wouldn’t hurt her. I saw just how uneasy she was.

“Comfortable, kitty?” I asked.

“Yes, Master” she said. I seated pet the same way and then gave each a gentle kiss.

“Now let go have some fun and enjoy ourselves tonight.”

We drove to a little out of the way restaurant that I knew well. After a short drive, we reached the restaurant and I parked the car and got out. Kitty knew very well not to make a move since he always came to open her door for her and help her out of it.                                 

As she saw Me walking around to her side of the car, she smiled. I reached the door and opened it door for her, taking her by the hand as she slid out. Kitty stood up and fixed her dress, pushing it down what little it would go to look presentable for Him. With the slit up the back of her very short dress it was hard to pull it down at all.

I saw her and slapped her hand gently, “Stop pulling on it, I want these people to see just how sexy that body is that belongs to Me.” I said.

I helped pet out of the car next and into My arms, kissing her. I whispered into her ear “I want you to help Me tonight. I am going to make kitty here earn her dinner!” I told her softly. Pet nodded her head slightly to let Me know she understood.

Just before they went inside, I hit the remote one more time to remind kitty of what was in store for her tonight.

“Keep your head down and do not talk without asking Me if it is ok for you to do so! Do you hear me?”

“Yes Master.” she quietly moaned as the vibrators lit her fires once more.

Once inside, they found a quiet table and after the waiter came to take their order, I sat back and fished in My pocket.

“Now that we have a few minutes before our dinner let’s see what we can do to occupy our time, shall we?” I said as I flicked the switch on the vibrator. Instantly it came to life, buzzing softly as it’s vibrations sent electric waves of pleasure straight to kitty’s brain.                                                                   

Kitty gasped softly as it hit her and she splayed her legs open under the table. She grabbed the edges of the table in an attempt to control her passions and keep control of herself. But that’s not what I had in mind for the night. I flicked the vibrator to a higher setting. Kitty tossed her head back and rolled her eyes as it soon grew difficult to breathe. She tried to fight the orgasm building up inside her but with every passing second she felt like she was going to lose control.

“Massster…pleease!” she whispered as softly as she could “I….I…” Kitty was struggling…she tried gripping the table tightly, she tried reaching her hand under the table to hold her dampening pussy, she tried biting her lip, nothing seemed to be helping. It wouldn’t be long before…

Then as suddenly as I started, I stopped the vibrator. Kitty sat there breathing deeply as she came back to earth. Pet smiled at Me. She knew what this was like as she had been in Kitty’s place before. She was glad to see someone else getting the treatment for a change!

“Thank..you, Master” Kitty said between panting breaths.

“Oh don’t thank Me just yet, little one.” I said as I clicked the pussy vibrator on again. Kitty jerked stiff again and gritted her teeth against the the buzzing in her pussy. Little beads of sweat were beginning to form on her forehead as she held the edges of the table, her knuckles white with the strain. She softly rocked back and forth as her pussy lit up and she began panting again.

“Ohhhh Masssterrr…pleease! Please….stoppp!” she whispered trying very hard to control her speech.

I reached under the table casually and placed the toe of My shoe against the struggling girls crotch and gently pressed against her hot mound. This drove the vibrations even deeper and kitty moaned ever so softly.

“Ohhh…Master…please…I…I..can’t…ohhhhh, fuuuck…..”

“Be quiet little one, unless you want a spanking!” I warned her quietly.

“Master……I…I’m going….oh please…stop….” she said imploring Him with her eyes.

I smiled knowing she was at the brink, but I didn’t want her to fail just yet. So I backed the vibrator off and it settled into a gentle hum. Kitty panted and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her napkin.

“Feeling better, kitty?” I asked.

“Yes, Master. Thank you.” she said weakly.

“Well our dinner should be here soon.” We’ll have time to ‘talk’ after that.” I said.

Kitty knew that her night was far from over.

We ate dinner, talking about various things and once we finished dinner we sat there in the restaurant for a bit enjoying a glass of wine. I had let kitty eat her dinner in peace but that was to come to a rapid end.

Without any warning I slipped My hand into My pocket and hit the button on the remote. Kitty jumped and clamped her legs together as the buzz between her legs began.

“Ohhh…Master…,” she began. She gripped the table again, holding on tightly as the vibrator began working on her. I nodded to pet and she smiled, then turned to her sub-sister. She put an arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her passionately while she reached up and cupped a breast in her hand petting kitty while I kept up the pressure on her pussy with the vibrator. Pet’s position prevented anyone else in the restaurant from seeing what was happening so we were uninterrupted…exactly the way I had planned it. With the vibrator buzzing away in her pussy and pet kissing and loving on her, kitty was fit to be tied. She moaned and trembled and gasped whenever pet came up for air.

“Master…please! oh please…I…I..can’t stand it!” kitty whimpered.

Her pleas only served to make Me smile and increase the pressure on her. I pushed the remote to a higher level and the buzzing increased.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god….” kitty moaned getting more and more desperate. I figured the poor girl had had enough and so we got up and left the restaurant. As we walked out I bumped the remote up to it highest setting, causing kitty to falter and have to lean on the wall as this latest assault commenced. She walked almost like she was just learning how to walk on heels…unsteady and wobbly as she struggled valiantly to make it out the door with some semblance of dignity.

Once outside, she hurried to the car door. leaning against the car as she waited for Me to open it for her. Once inside she threw her head back gritting her teeth so hard I thought she would break them. As pet and I got in the car and shut the door she could hold out no longer.

OHMY GOD! Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum,” she gasped

“Not unless I give you permission.” I said.

“Oh, Master PLEEASE! I..I’m gonna cum, oh god I’m gonna cum!” she moaned louder.

“Not yet. Don’t you cum yet.” I said again.

“Oh Master! Please! Please make me cum! Pleeease!” she wailed loudly.

“Then cum NOW, kitty! CUM FOR YOUR MASTER!!!

‘OHH! OHH! OHHHHFFUUUCKKK!!!” kitty wailed as her much needed release hit. She bucked and twisted in the seat and she came hard, soaking her dress and the car seat as she poured out her juices. Kitty gripped the sides of her seat as the waves of her orgasm took over her body, shaking and writhing and convulsing in her seat.

I watched fascinated as she struggled and fought with her orgasm, both trying to gain control. Finally I figured she had had enough and I shut the vibrator off. She gradually came back to us and lay there in her seat totally exhausted, sweat-covered, and trembling with an occasional residual spasm making her jerk as she finished.

“Th…th…thankyou…,” she gasped as she could suck in a breath. I started the car up and we headed for home.

Once we arrived at the house, kitty was too exhausted to walk so I helped pet out of the car, giving her permission this time to open the door herself. I picked up the worn and wearied kitty in My arms and carried her inside and up to bed. Laying her in the bed, I had pet help her get ready while I put the car away for the night. I rejoined the girls already in bed. I climbed in between them and kitty turned to Me.

“Master, thank you for this evening. It was…awesome!” she said smiling.

“I am glad you enjoyed yourself kitty,” I kissed her gently, then turned to pet.

“Pet, you did wonderfully tonight. Thank you,” I told her, and kissed her as well.

Training Alex (part 4)

DAY 5

The day I had been fearing had finally come; kitty was leaving for home and her Master. I woke before the girls again and was downstairs with My morning coffee when two sleepy-eyed submissives came around the corner.

“Master? You wasn’t in bed when we woke up!” pet said.

“No, I’ve been up for a little while. I couldn’t sleep anymore so I let you two sleep in a bit,” I said.

“Is everything all right?” pet asked.

“Yes, I just couldn’t sleep is all,” I said. Which was a lie - everything wasn’t all right. I had gotten used to having kitty around and now I was going to have to let her go. I knew she had to leave, but the time had flown by far too fast. But I didn’t want our last day together to be one of sadness so I got Myself together and put op a good front.

“After breakfast girls, I want you both to go back upstairs. We have one last thing to do today before kitty leaves us,” I told them.

“What is that, Master?” kitty asked.

“Well, we never got around to your subspace yesterday and I want you to experience that before you go,” I told her.

Kitty smiled, knowing that I hadn’t forgotten about her request.

We finished pet’s wonderful breakfast and went back upstairs. Since none of us were fully dressed yet, it took us no time to get back into bed. Kitty was so excited that she beat us all upstairs and was waiting eagerly for us when we got there!

“Ok kitty as promised I am going to try to take you to your subspace. I don’t know if I can but we’ll see. I want you to know a couple of things first,” I began. Kitty was very attentive, although she trembled with excitement, she listened carefully.

“Now if I can take you to subspace, it may be scary for you. This is the first time you will have gone there and you won’t know what to expect. But know that I am right here with you the whole time. I will not leave your side until I know you are completely back and safe. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. I know you will care for me. Thank you,” she said smiling.

“Pet here will help Me and neither of us will leave your side until you return,” I told her.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Ok lay back, kitty and we will get started,” I told her. Kitty laid back and spread her legs wide. I could see she was already getting damp. I smiled. Such a good girl. I was going to miss playing with her. I began by teasing her slit with long soft strokes up and down her thighs and around her pussy, flicking her clit and running My finger up and down her pussy lips. Kitty began mewling and making cute little kitty moans as she began getting more and more turned on. Pet meanwhile began working on kitty’s full breasts. She licked and sucked and bit her stiffening nipples and took them into her hot, wet mouth. Kitty loved having her nipples kissed and pet was taking full advantage of her weakness!

“Ohhhh…pet!” kitty moaned, as she reached up pulling pet’s face down harder on her aching nipple.

While pet worked on one nipple, kitty pinched and pulled the other. Her passions were rapidly growing and she began moaning louder, her head tossing back and forth as the different sensations fought in her lust-fogged brain. Kitty’s pussy was running now and the smell of her musky scent was intoxicating. I crawled forward some and lowered My head inhaling her scent deeply. I love the smell of a hot wet pussy and I drank it in like it was water. I knew that as good as it smelled it tasted even better. I’d had her several times the past week and wanted even more. I bent down and took several long luxurious laps at her sex, each one making kitty moan loudly as she felt My tongue part her soft, plump petals.

“OHHHHHHGODDDD!” kitty moaned as she arched her back. Feeling her arch encouraged Me to raise the stakes. I plunged My tongue deeply into her hole, lapping and sucking at her pussy, and taking her engorged clit into My mouth, softly nipping at it as I introduced two fingers into her pussy. She slapped the bed with her free hand gripping the sheets tightly and trying to hang on as the room began spinning. Pet increased her work on kitty’s nipple while I worked feverishly on kitty’s now drooling pussy, lapping up her sweet juices as fast as they ran out of her.

“OHHHHHHMAAAASTERRRR!!” kitty groaned. She spread her legs further apart and raised her hips, trying to get Me completely inside her. She was quivering and trembling as she neared the threshold of her orgasm. I knew she was close…this was the point I wanted to get her to. Just as her orgasm began to collapse around her, I went into overdrive, licking and lapping and sucking her clit while I finger-fucked her pussy and pet chewed on her nipples.

Kitty launched. In the past few days, she’d had more sex and more orgasms than she’d had in the past couple of years and it had taken a toll on her. Now with what Me and pet were doing to her, it was just more than she could process at once. She went spiraling down into her subspace at warp speed!

“MASTER! OH MASTER!” she screamed, as she reached for Me scared and panicked. I pulled pet off of kitty and scooped her up into My arms, rocking her as I did whenever pet went into her subspace. Kitty clung to Me like she was drowning and I was the only life preserver. She buried her face in My shoulder as she experienced her subspace, whatever it entailed. I could not be there with her…Master’s don’t go into subspace. But I was there for here to help bring her out of it. I began calling her name, coaxing her back, telling her I was there. Slowly, she began to come to My voice and return to us. Her orgasm calmed, then her mind cleared a bit and she raised her head. She looked at Me with the same confused, not-quite-there look that pet would get…as if she saw us but couldn’t for the life of her figure out what we were! Then finally her mind cleared and she saw Me again. I saw the lights come on inside her mind and she clutched on to Me once more.

“OH Master! Oh fuck! Hold me, please hold me!” she said, like a scared little girl.

“I have you kitty. you are safe. It’s ok,” I said reassuring her. She calmed down after a few minutes and regained her composure. She lifted her head and looked around. Seeing pet and familiar surroundings she sat back and calmed her breathing.

“Master! That was…I was so scared…,” she said.

“Yes. I know. But it will get easier as you go there more and more. Pet was the same way when she first went into subspace. It is confusing, scary and a lot for your mind to take in. But it gets easier and after a few trips you start to enjoy it. But now you know that you can go there. That was an important first trip,” I told her.

“Yes Master,” kitty said. and then she took My hand. “Master, Please…I need you…inside me. You have been so good to me. Fuck me, Master. Please?” she said.

Well when a beautiful women lying naked next to you asks you in such a pleading way to fuck her, who am I to refuse such a request? I moved to lay down and kitty hopped between My legs. Kitty hauled My pajama bottoms down in one hard tug, freeing My already hard cock, and her and pet took turns licking and sucking on My throbbing cock. It didn’t take long, I tell you, before I was stiff as an iron rod! Kitty moved forward and after licking her hand and rubbing her pussy, she straddled Me. She placed the head of My cock at her entrance and slowly slid down My pole, impaling herself on My meaty member.

“OHHHHH!!” she moaned as she felt Me enter her and fill her pussy, stretching her. She tossed her head back and closed her eyes soaking the feelings as My cock reached her warm, wet depths. With Me firmly buried inside her, kitty leaned forward and began kissing Me as I mauled her breasts with My hands. Pet meanwhile had moved around behind kitty and was busying herself at licking at My balls and whatever cock she could get at. She also licked at kitty’s pussy lips when she could and at other times using that talented tongue of her at kitty’s ass, rimming her and making the girl moan and hump against both My cock and her tongue.

Between kitty’s warm tight pussy and pet’s talented tongue work I wasn’t going to last long. I could feel the pressure building in My balls and apparently kitty could sense My impending orgasm too. Her pussy walls gripped My cock like a vise and I twitched once or twice before exploding inside her and coating her pussy with My white seed. The feeling of My cum shooting inside her sent kitty into another orgasm as well and her pussy convulsed around My pulsing cock, milking it for everything I had. As I came, I dug My fingers into her soft fleshy breasts. I pumped in and out of her for as long as My cock remained hard extending her orgasm a bit longer. But all good things must come to and end and eventually I had to pull out. I laid back on the bed and My two lovely subbies took to cleaning Me of every drop of cum than may have been missed. Once they were satisfied that they could get nothing more from Me, they cuddled up next to me and I took them both in My arms, kissing them both passionately.

“So kitty, tell me about your trip to subspace - what was it like for you?” I asked her.

“Well, Master, at first it was scary. I didn’t know what was going on. It was like I was being lifted and held by nothing…but it’s a warm nothing, like floating in a tub of warm bathwater except I didn’t get wet. The ‘nothing’ wraps around me and holds me in its warm embrace. I felt loved and cuddled. I close my eyes and give myself over to the embrace when I suddenly heard Your voice, Master. I opened My eyes and looked at you as I was coming out of subspace.”

“That is very interesting kitty. As I said, each person’s subspace is different. I am glad you were able to experience it while you were here,” I said.

“Me too, Master. Thank you for taking me there. And for taking care of me while I have been here. Master Jake will be glad to see all that you have taught me. And I have enjoyed my visit very much Master. You and pet are very special people,” she said.

“As are you kitty. We have enjoyed you as much as you have enjoyed us, believe Me,” I told her.

We all lay together enjoying being in each others arms for as long as we possibly could, but the hands of time are a cruel mistress and do not rest. Far too soon it was time to begin getting ready for kitty’s departure. Pet volunteered to help her pack up her things, for which I was grateful. So while the girls packed her things, I got the car and brought it to the front of the house.

“I am ready Master,” kitty said bringing her suitcases downstairs and setting them by the door. I put the suitcases in the trunk. The three of us went out to the car and after seating pet and kitty, I got in and we headed for the airport. Arriving at the airport, we walked in, kitty got her ticket and we walked up to the security desk. We all went through security and found the gate that kitty’s flight would be at.

Soon the announcement came over the airport P.A. that her flight was ready to board. Pet hugged kitty and then took a few steps back. I took kitty in My arms one more time.

“Kitty, you have a good flight and call Me when you get there so I know you arrived all right,” I said.

“I will Master,” she said. “Thank you for everything.”

“You are welcome, kitty,” I said. “And I am Sir now.”

“Yes Sir,” she said. I kissed her cheek and she turned to board the plane.

Pet and I sat there until her plane took off and then turned and headed for the car.

We got out to the car and I seated pet. “Master,” she said before I closed the door “I really didn’t want to come to the airport…You know I hate goodbye’s. But I figured you needed me.”

“You are a good girl, pet. A good girl,” I said, kissing her forehead.

* * *

We received a call later that night from Master Jake.

“Master Jonathan, this is Master Jake. I just wanted to let you know that kitty arrived a few minutes ago and her flight went well. Thank you once again for all you have done to help her and I. And kitty has asked Me if I would ask you if it would be possible to come back for a visit sometime. I, personally, think it is a fine idea, but it is up to you,” He said.

“We would like that very much Master Jake. I am sure we can find new things to teach her or give her a ‘refresher’ if need be!” I said.

We hung up and pet and I went upstairs to bed that night, happy to know that maybe someday we would see kitty again and have more adventures.

The Painslut

The phone rang. She ran to the phone to pick it up as fast as she could. She knew He did not like to be kept waiting. She had been expecting His call since the answering machine message earlier in the day, but that did not stop the jolt of sexual electricity that flared through her body. She picked up the phone on its second ring, hoping that she hadn’t taken too long.

“Hello?”

“Be ready.” and the phone went dead again. She gasped at the deep, authoritative sound of the voice at the other end. She had to fight to regain her composure.

“Be ready.”. That was all He had said, but He had said enough. She knew what she was supposed to do. She was to be bathed and shaved and ready to present herself to Him when He arrived. He was very specific about how she was to look and behave upon His arrival. And she knew well the consequences that she would incur if His wishes were not carried out precisely. The phone call also meant that His arrival was imminent. She had better hurry. She went through her preparations in her head. She had bathed and shaved, and her makeup was perfection - red lipstick, dramatic, evening look eye shadow and mascara, blush to her cheeks. Her long dishwater blonde hair was put in the ponytail He liked. She took one last look at her appearance in the full length mirror of the bedroom before heading downstairs to finish her preparations.

She wondered if He would punish her…deep down she hoped so. She had dressed in her leather harness. That was the current “dress” for her. The leather straps framed her tits. Not large tits, only 34C, but ones he liked and ones that took pain…the pain she loved. Other straps went between her legs rubbing against her pussy. A pussy that already felt warm and wet. Lastly she placed His favorite drink, a Jack Daniels and Coke mixed just the way He liked it, beside His chair. She hoped the ice in it would not be melted by the time He arrived. It would dilute His drink too much and He would not be pleased. Gauging His arrival was difficult, but being His pain slut was not meant to be easy.

Satisfied that she was as ready as she could be, she took her position…kneeling facing the door approximately 10 feet from the door. He had put an inconspicuous mark of the floor where she was to kneel, her knees spread about 18 inches apart. She put her collar around her neck, placing the little heart charm directly in front. She fingered the charm for a moment, smiling. “Pet” He had engraved on the charm. That was her name. He had given her the charm on the first anniversary of the day He had collared her. Next, she put the handcuffs on one wrist, placed the blindfold over her eyes, clasped her hands behind her back and clicked the other wrist into the cuffs. Then she settled in to wait for Him, trying to control her breathing and the mounting anticipation that was building inside her.

It seemed like ages, but was probably only a few minutes before she heard steps outside. The keys to the flat were in that secret place outside that only she and He knew. Although she was expecting Him, there was always the fear, and anticipation maybe, that someone else…a stranger…might be there instead.

The outer door opened and then the inner. She breathed quickly…her heart racing. She strained to smell Him, to hear His breathing, to be sure it was Him. Chance, her Cocker Spaniel, accepted whoever it was and that was a good sign, but not enough. She heard movement, a sound that might be His chair taking weight, the clink of a glass (His drink perhaps?) and then nothing.

She knew the suspense was intentional. Her Master was a virtuoso in the art of teasing. She loved it and hated it at the same time. She longed for His touch and approval, but she loved the torment too. And He knew it, He knew her so well. Master knew just how much teasing she could take. And He would always go just a little bit further. That what was so deliciously wicked about it! Suddenly something touched her shoulder. She knew! It was Him, her Master. Only He could touch her that way, inside and out. Was it love she felt? She didn’t know. She suspected it might be more than love, something more intense, something deeper that joined their souls.

She felt His hot breath on her shoulder. She longed to feel His teeth, but instead He licked her and whispered in her ear, “How is My pain slut?” She knew it was a rhetorical question and did not answer. She felt His eyes inspect her. She hoped He was pleased. He tugged at her leather straps. She felt Him pinch her nipple.

“…ooooohhhhhhhh…” she moaned softly under her breath.

“Not tight enough.” He muttered unhappily. He pulled on the harness. The straps between her legs cut painfully into her pussy, but she remained quiet. He expected her to be quiet.

She heard Him sit down and say “Three”. This was the game they played. She knew He wanted her to bend down and grasp her ankles and in doing so, show her ass and pussy to Him. When He would say “One”, she knew to open her mouth. “Two” meant she was to display her pussy. He loved all three, she knew. In fact, He loved all of her, that was why He could affect her the way He did. He gave her pain because He knew she wanted it - needed it. It gave Him no sexual pleasure, but He loved her and she loved the pain. At other times He was so gentle and close to her, in a way that she felt intuitively how He cared for her, how He loved her and how He could not really hurt her. He waited impatiently for her to follow His command and present herself. After a couple seconds of fruitless waiting, He reached out and landed a sharp swat of His hand across her exposed and ready tit. She yelped and fumbled into position quickly.

He smirked at her submission and ran His large, strong hand over her upturned ass. She mewled softly and wriggled her ass at His caress. “You know better than that.” He scolded her, as His fingers traced burning trails down her damp slit and over her firm, rounded ass cheeks. “Making Me wait for you to present yourself is unacceptable and you need to be punished.”

In their relationship, hurt did not equal pain. In a D/s relationship such as theirs, the usual definitions of words break down and become an understanding between the two individuals involved at that point. The pain He imparted onto her was part of her needs and His gift to her. In return, He thrived on giving her pleasure. This symbiotic relationship they shared, with each supplying the other and satisfying their needs in return, meant that both were fulfilled. On the other hand, hurt was deeper…hurt would be malicious, hurt would be deprivation of care and attention. And she knew He could never hurt her. He loved her far too much for that. And she loved Him in return just as much.

She moaned softly and spread her legs a bit wider as she felt His touch at her sex. He spread her ass cheeks to reveal her glistening pink pussy and smiled at the sight of her pink slit, the lips plump and begging to be sucked on.

For a time, He teased her, His fingers toying with her wet slit and circling her throbbing clit. Her knees buckled slightly as he strummed her pleasure center. She moaned again, lustfully, as her mouth dropped open and she began to pant.

She heard him grumble. He smacked her right ass cheek hard. She gasped and bit her lip. Feeling the pleasure course through her, she wondered what He had in mind for her tonight. The possibilities made her pussy tingle.

“Stand up.” He said, withdrawing His hand from her sodden pussy. She whimpered her disappointment, but stood without a moments hesitation. Standing before Him at attention, she waited for her next instruction.

“Turn around.”

“Remove the blindfold.”

For an instant she was blinded as the sun poured through the window, then she could see His face. She looked carefully, trying to see His intentions.

He knew the answer before He asked, but He thrived on hearing her answer and knew what it did for her. He asked, “Do you submit totally and absolutely to Me?”

She struggled to find the words to speak. She knew what she would say, but the feelings they triggered were immensely powerful. Finally lifting her voice above a timid whisper she said, “Yes Master I submit to You totally and absolutely. Use me as You wish for I know that You love me and will only do what is best for me.”

After a moment of silence, He ordered her over His knee. “Wh-w-what?” her shaky voice stuttered.

“Over my kne.,” He repeated with more force than before, making sure that she knew He was serious about this command.

Her soft doe-like eyes stared at Him in disbelief before she reluctantly obeyed the order and laid her torso across His lap, her open and exposed pussy resting against His thighs.

He let His gaze wander down the length of her spine, her soft flesh smooth and spotted with small moles about her shoulders, the white tan lines accentuating her complexion with its striking contrast.

“Beautiful….” He whispered softly, His calloused fingers petting along her skin in long strokes, the pads of His fingertips grazing her back with tenderness.

His hand soon ran over the curve of her ass and He let His entire hand squeeze each globe, feeling the flesh bunch against His palm.

“But you’ve been a very bad girl, pet.” His fingers tensing with the feigned anger in His voice.

Without a hint of caution to the wind, He raised a hand and let it crash against her rear, her body jerking at the sudden sting of her behind.

“And now…” He grunted through clenched teeth, spanking her between His words, “you need…” He spanked her once more, with more force, “to be punished!”

As He finished His sentence, she was shivering with arousal, her pussy seeping so much fluid that He felt her dampness on His pant leg. His hand smacked her skin once more before waiting for her voice. When He didn’t hear her squeak out a number, He used His other hand to pull on her hair, pulling her head back far enough to stretch her neck, but not enough to hurt her.

“You know the rules.” He hissed in her ear, sinking His digits deeply into her canal.

She yelped and pushed her body onto His fingers as He dragged them through her pussy folds.

“How many?” He questioned her through gritted teeth, a fist full of hair pulling her head back further.

“F-fo-four!” she blurted out as tears of pleasurable pain gathered in her eyes, His fingers rubbing her g-spot furiously.

“Say again?!” He shouted at her.

“Four, Master! Master, there were four of them!” her tiny, high-strung voice called through the haze of feeling His thick fingers in her moist pussy.

Having a sufficient answer, He withdrew His fingers and began an assault on her bright pink ass.

“Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine!” she called with effort as her voice rose with the numbers, her butt rising to meet His hand sooner.

“Thirty!” pet gasped, with a tear rolling down her cheek before He let His hand soothingly rub her agitated skin.

As His huge hand rubbed in circles, she let her hips grind into His thigh in attempts to have the burning itch of her pussy satisfied.

“Sit still.” His cool voice commanded after a few minutes of rubbing her backside.

The faint glow of her red skin had died down now, although for her the burning was still running through her ass. He spread her thighs a bit as she lay draped over His lap and He admired the way she took her spanking. Yes, she was a good girl.

With her pussy fully exposed, He let His eyes feast upon her inviting hole, her juices coating her inner thighs. His cock throbbed and He was so tempted to stretch out and bathe His love’s now puffy labia with His spit.

Remembering the game however, He resisted the urge and instead He gave each cheek a couple more smacks of His hand. Pet dutifully counted through her short panting breaths and He rewarded her by rubbing the prints that He had just left behind. As His palm calmed her flesh, He gave into temptation and let His hand cup her shaved pussy. He stroked two fingers at a time through the folds of her aching pussy as even more of her pussy juice leaked onto her thighs, her hand unconsciously reaching up to grab hold of one of her ample tits. She pinched and pulled at her nipple, trying to climb ever higher to the orgasm she craved.

His fingers stroked faster and faster as her hips gyrated against His thigh and fingers, His hand practically covered with her natural honey. His other hand reached beneath her and began to rub her hardened clit with gusto, a new assault of slaps landing on the concentrated region.

She mewled and panted at His manipulation and began to lose her voice, her body unable to find the noise to show how His hands were pleasing her to her soul. He knew her body was so close to the edge and He watched as she got ever closer to the precipice. As she crested and was about to fall over the edge into the abyss, He stopped suddenly, withdrawing His hands despite her pleas.

“Oh god, Master! Oh please don’t stop! Please, please, please, please…” she whimpered like a little child.

He just smiled, helping her off His lap and stood up and kissed her forehead. His head dropped to her shoulder and he bit her. Hard enough to bring that feeling she craved, but not to break the skin or draw blood. He knew she would have another mark to wear with pride for a week or so. As her knees weakened and the waves of pleasure and desire engulfed her, she wondered how many more of His marks she would receive that day.

She trembled as He stood behind her, partly in anticipation of what was next for her, and partly in sweet fear. For she knew all too well that He would test her limits…He never failed to take her right to the very edge, but that was what she needed.

“Down!” He said, and she instantly fell to her knees on the floor. He reached down and His hand grasped the end of the ponytail at the back of her neck, firmly but not harshly. He pulled her head up and back slightly as He said “Let’s go!” He walked her from the living room towards her bedroom, using her ponytail as a leash. She knew better than to speak - their communication was at a deeper level. As she entered, her eyes went around the room, checking for anything that might be out of place that she missed….she knew He liked things neat and tidy. She had taken care…checked three times and still she feared that something would be wrong…she so wanted to please him in all she did.

On the dressing table the riding crop and flogger were laid on the left. The vibrator, dildo, and butt plugs were in the center and the blindfold and cuffs were to the right. The spreader bar was lying at the foot of the bed.

He let go of her hair and went to the dresser. He picked each item up in turn, seeing that the leather was waxed and the other things clean. He turned and smiled! He was pleased! Her heart leapt in her chest. She knew now she would get what she craved.

He picked up the wrist cuffs from off the dresser and walked over to where she knelt. Obediently, she offered her wrists up in front of her. As He fastened the leather to each wrist, she felt her pulse quicken, her breath shorten and her desire rise. He linked them together and pulled her to her feet by the link. He stepped over to the dresser and returned with the blindfold. He fastened it around her head and the lights went out once more. His large arms lifted her to the bed. It was covered by a single simple sheet, the pillows and blankets having been removed and carefully put aside by her earlier. The bed’s construction was such that the head and foot boards had bars built into them to secure “things” to.

She lay there on the bed tingling in anticipation, trying to figure out what He was doing. She heard him working above her head. He was attaching a short rope and soon He lifted her arms up over her head and secured them to the bedposts at the head of the bed. Next He moved down the bed and began working at her feet…fixing the spreader bar to her ankles, adjusting its length so that her legs were widespread, and then attaching that to the bed. She was like an inverted “Y”. She could move, but only a little and her pussy was naked and exposed to him…her legs open…her tits framed by the leather harness.

She waited, barely able to breathe. She could hear him moving, but was not sure what He was doing. In fact He had removed His shirt and tie and went to pick up the riding crop. He walked back to the bed. The first thing she felt was a light but sharp tap with the flat end on her right nipple. The sensation flared, causing her nipple to stand erect immediately and taking her breath from her. He tapped again and it was as though He tapped her pussy directly…the connection was there! After about 10 taps of the crop, a rosy glow spread across her tit. He moved to the other nipple, repeating the treatment and closely watching her with each stroke.

With both tits ablaze now, He moved the crop between her splayed legs, making contact with her wet pussy lips. She moaned softly as the crop caressed her puffy lips before making its way between them. He slowly drew it up her slit and out…trailing across her swollen, aching clit. She almost came as He teased her clit and then it was gone.

She smelled it next! Smelled her own pungent aroma. She opened her mouth in anticipation and was rewarded as the leather end of the crop coated with her own juices was put inside. She savored it…pussy juice….leather…wax. She sucked on it greedily - she wanted to keep it, but He withdrew it and checked that it was clean.

The crop’s last task was to torment her clit. He looked at her supine body…panting…trembling with agonizing anticipation. Then He put an end to her waiting.

SMACK! The crop fell right across her clit. She arched her back as the pain/pleasure shot through her body, ripping the breath from her lungs on its way to her brain. Once there, she struggled for a moment to process it before she settled back onto the bed gasping and moaning loudly.

“Say thank you after each time.” He said. She knew this was only the beginning of what could turn out to be a very long night for her. She held her breath and then it came….He smacked her clit with the crop. Pleasure? Pain? She did not know. She did not care. As she gasped for breath she managed “Thank you Master, please may I have another?”

He smiled and administered another.

Again she gasped “Thank you Master, please may I have another?”

This continued for 10 strikes. She was riding waves of pleasure/pain even when He did not strike her, waiting eagerly for the next.  After the 10 strikes of His crop, He judged she had had enough and it was time to move on. When the gap between strikes lengthened she knew He had finished, but she wanted more…she begged for more. But she knew He would not give them to her. This was His game. He was Master…her Master…so she waited.

She heard Him walk away from her, the sound of His boots getting fainter. She waited there for a few minutes. When He didn’t return right away she started to get anxious. Where did He go? Is He coming back? Her mind began to wear on her. Maybe He left for good? What would she do, how could she escape her bonds if He had? She began to panic a bit. This could get real bad for her!

Then just as she was about to really get scared, she heard the comforting sounds of His boots returning. She mentally kicked herself for even thinking He had left her. Of course He wouldn’t do that! She smiled as He approached closer. She felt Him release her ankles from the spreader bar, and then her hands were untied from the headboard posts.

“Get up.” He commanded, and she began to move towards His voice, swinging her legs off the bed and standing, trembling, at the side of the bed with her hands behind her back. He reached behind her head and removed the blindfold, and she blinked her soft brown eyes a few times getting used to the room light again.

“Are you having fun yet?” He growled, grabbing her throat. He squeezed her throat slightly, not cutting off her wind, but letting her know she was His possession.

“Yes, Master.” she said as He held her throat. She loved when He took control of her like this and she could feel her heart skip a beat and her pussy getting even wetter.

“Good, because we aren’t finished here. Now get down on the floor.” He said. She fell to the floor immediately and He reached down to get a hold of the end of her ponytail. Using the ponytail as a leash once more, He began walking into the living room, with her crawling on hands and knees right beside Him. As they rounded the corner of the hallway and came to the living room, she saw it.

It sat in the middle of the living room floor. It was made of dark wood with leather-like upholstery covering thin padding, the sawhorse was equipped with metal eyebolts placed at strategic places handy for tying a submissive to the device in any number of devilish positions. She gasped at the sight of the apparatus and her mind instantly began to envision the possibilities.

He heard her gasp of surprise and stopped her a few feet away from the sawhorse.

“That’s right, pet. A new toy for us to play with.”

Getting a better hold on her hair, He pulled her to her feet. He pulled her hands behind her back, bit softly into her soft neck, and growled in her ear.

“Come with Me, slut.” Nudging her towards the sawhorse and then bending her over it, He quickly cuffed her wrists and ankles to either side of the horse. Then He wrapped a short length of rope into her ponytail and walked around behind her. He brought out a very large metal hook with a round ball at the hook end and an eyelet at the top. He placed the ball end, about two inches in diameter or roughly the size of a racquetball, against her pussy and rubbed it up and down her soaked and dripping slit, getting her juices all over the ball end. Then He placed the ball, lubricated with her own pussy juices, against her asshole. She moaned as she realized what He was about to do. He began pushing into her and she tried opening herself to Him, but the ball was huge…she could feel it splitting her in two as it pressed hard against her rectum. She tried pushing back, trying to prevent it from entering her, but that too was futile. She moaned, then groaned, then cried and finally screamed just as it pushed past her anal sphincter. Once inside her, she struggled to accept it and accommodate it’s size. It filled her ass and finally settled in place, the shank of the hook resting between her ass cheeks and against her tailbone.

Once the hook was in place, He pulled the rope attached to her ponytail until her head was yanked back, then He fastened the rope to the eye of the anal hook, securing her head in place. He stepped away for a moment and returned again.

She heard Him move and waited. His next treatment was the paddle. Expertly applied to each ass cheek and the soft inners of her thighs, it was torment. Her body glowed as he worked her up. Every now and then He landed a blow directly on the anal hook. The pain would shoot through her like an electric bolt.

She did not think she could take much more of this and He knew it too. He whispered to her to rest and as He did so, He slipped a vibrator into her welcoming pussy. She was so wet and her mind so clouded by lust, she hardly felt the vibrator even when He turned it on.

Now He left her, ass in the air, the hook filling her ass, vibrator humming in her pussy and He walked over to sit in His easy chair.

Slowly but surely she became more aware of the vibrator and the effect it was having on her. Her pain subsided and mixed with the vibrations. She could feel she was nearing her climax but could not, would not, cum without permission.

Her orgasm built, she fought for control. It threatened to overcome her, she panted for breath and fought valiantly against it, trying to maintain control, determined to win out against the need she was feeling to let go. Oh God did she want to let go! It would be so easy to just let her orgasm wash over her, to let the sweet ecstasy take control of her completely. But she didn’t want to fail her Master even though she knew she would never win the fight. Eventually she would cum, she knew that. She would beg for it, cry out for it, and promise Him anything for it. And He would eventually grant her release, but not until He was ready. This fight would be fought and finished on His terms, not hers. 

Then He returned to her and quickly pulled the vibrator out. She gasped for breath and relaxed her control, but in no time she was full again…He rammed His cock into her. She screamed as she felt His cock plunge unexpectedly into her pussy. He filled her pussy fully as He bottomed out in her warm wetness. He fucked her hard, fast, and savagely. She moaned and cried, twisting in her bonds as she reveled in the sensations He was producing in her. Her legs began trembling and shaking as she felt herself coming to the very edge of her orgasm. Just a little more…a…little…

And then He pulled out and she was empty once more. Her heart sank and she began to sob.

“Master…please…I can’t…please…” she sobbed. He didn’t respond, rather He untied her ponytail and then removed the hook from her ass, leaving her even more empty and lonely than before. With her head free she let it hang down stretching her neck and working the kinks out of it from it’s contorted position.

With her head now free, she could watch His every movement no matter where He was in the room and naturally her eyes drifted to Him as He sat down in His chair again with the coffee He had poured for Himself.

He totally ignored her for awhile, picking up the daily newspaper and browsing through it, checking the stock market and classified pages. He left to get another cup of coffee and make a few phone calls, all the while  making sure she could see Him, and see that He was paying her no mind. She was practically beside herself! She would give anything for just a touch, just a word from Him. But she knew what this was…a test of wills. He was testing her resolve. He wanted her to break. And she wanted to. She wanted to just surrender and give Him the victory she knew He was going to get anyway. But she also knew He would not want her to throw the game and surrender to Him just to put an end to her torment. She had to hold on…

Suddenly He was standing in front of her. “Comfortable My slut?” He asked with a grin. He knew full well that she wasn’t comfortable - far from it. She was in distress. Not the physical distress like pain would produce. No this was even more sinister. This was a mental form of distress, her mind battling her body. Her mind told her to hang on and not give into the urge to surrender to what her body craved. And her body tried to convince her to just let go and let the inevitable happen.

He saw her struggle. He saw it in her eyes and He sensed it in her soul. He smiled, knowing she was fighting so hard for control. He also knew she couldn’t have it. He moved around in front of her and pulled out His hard cock. Stroking it mere inches away from her, He watched as she licked her soft lips, her eyes wide as she looked at His throbbing cock so close. She groaned as she saw a small drop of pre-cum form on the purple mushroom head.

“How bad do you want this cock, slut?” He asked leaning over and whispering softly in her ear.

She closed her eyes and whimpered softly…like a lost puppy…”I want Your cock more than anything Master. I want to feel it in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. Wherever You want to put it, Master. Please give me Your cock.”

“Well, maybe if you’re a good girl you just might get it later.” He said with a smirk on His face…His eyes locked into hers, as she saw His cock swelling and getting harder right in front of her. Her juices began to run out of her pussy, trailing down her thighs as He just stood there grinning at the trickle. Then He started stroking harder, she could see that look on His face that meant He was close to cumming. He began to stroke it faster…then suddenly His hot ropes of cum burst forth, spraying on her face and into her hair.

“There you go My little cum slut.” He said laughing. Then He turned away from her again…picking up His briefcase and heading to the study while she stayed draped over the sawhorse, His cum dripping from her and slowly drying on her face.

The hours seemed endless for her on that sawhorse that day. He moved from project to project and in between He would come back to check on her. He would insert a vibrator in her sopping pussy, or a plug in her ass, maybe tease the crack of her ass with His cock. And occasionally He would use the crop or paddle on her ass or thighs. Always varying what He did kept her riding the edge of madness as each touch only inflamed her raging passions more. She remembered His instructions to her. He was very explicit that she was not to cum. And she so wanted to obey His wishes. But it was sooo hard…

Then finally, with His work done, He poured Himself a glass of wine and returned to His chair. While she watched, He spread His legs wide and let her see the hardness of His cock. He smiled as He could see the shivers running through her and He just laughed at her again.

“Oh God, look at you, slut. You’ve been on that sawhorse all morning. I’ve cum on you, I have teased you, I’ve plugged both your ass and your pussy. And still I can hear your soft moaning as you look at My cock…still wanting more! You truly are a cock-hungry whore!”

She watched as He got up from His chair and walked over in front of her. Her body ached for Him, her eyes ran hungrily over Him as He approached. He grabbed her ponytail and hauled her head up to look at Him.

“Tell Me, slut! Tell Me what you are!” He said gruffly.

“I am a cock hungry whore, Master! I am your cock hungry whore!”

“Convince Me. I don’t believe you!”

“Please, Master! I am Yours, only Yours! I am Your whore, Your slut. I am Yours, Master - all that I am is Yours!”

She saw Him reach for His crop and she gasped, her breath catching, and she automatically braced herself as He walked behind her. She felt the handle of the crop sliding along the crack of her ass, then slipping along her wetness. He walked around behind her and chills ran through her as His eyes visually raped her. He knelt down beside her reaching under her and then His fingers began tugging at her nipples hard, pinching, pulling, tugging and twisting them. She gasped as His hands, which at one time can be so soft and gentle and then be so cruel and abusive, worked her tender flesh.

“Whose tits are these, slut?”

“Yours…Master.” she panted, as He tugged and twisted and pulled the tender throbbing buds.

He stood up and reached for His crop.

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

The crop landed across her ass and pussy lips. She cried out to Him as the sting tore through her body, her hands clenching into tight fists as He ran His cock between her dripping pussy lips, teasing her hungry pussy. His voice was taunting and teasing

“You want this don’t you? You want my cock so badly you can barely stand it, don’t you? So which hole should I use? Perhaps I will fuck your pussy…would you like to feel this cock deep in your wet, sloppy pussy, slut? Or maybe I will fuck that tight asshole of yours. I’ll bet you’d like that huh, slut? Or maybe, if you’re real lucky, I’ll let you suck My cock. Would you like that? Would you like Me to shove My cock so far down your lovely throat you can’t breathe? Then just before you pass out, I let you up, gasping for sweet air? Doesn’t that sound like fun?” and then He laughed again and slapped His cock on her puffy pussy lips as she moaned louder…but still He just continued to torture her.

Her legs trembled violently now…and then He reached between her quivering thighs and plunged two fingers deep into her wet hole. She howled as she felt Him invade her and He began working her pussy and clit, driving her even higher. She lifted her ass as much as her restraints would allow to let Him have better access to her. He fingered her soaked pussy, pinching and strumming her throbbing clit. As His fingers played over her pussy, He shoved His thumb deep into her asshole. Her panting grew heavier and she wriggled as His fingers drove her wild. She moaned something incomprehensible as her senses left her. She was no longer the woman that she was when He began. She was an animal, driven on by her lust and a carnal need for sex. She had no pretenses of civility left. She needed Him to fuck her. She had to have Him no matter what that need required. She would do anything for Him at this point.

His hands roamed over her now, caressing, pinching, tugging. Then she felt His hands on her hips, and suddenly His cock was ramming into her hungry pussy…His hard rod slamming deep and hard into her fully, bottoming out inside her, as His balls slapped against her ass. Her pussy clenched at Him automatically…and then just as quickly He pulled out of her, and with no warning His huge cock invaded her ass.

She screamed out to Him as the pain ripped through her…and then the warm glow of pleasure. He plowed into her, driving His cock deeper and harder into her ass, the alternating pain and pleasure driving her mad with lust. He grabbed her hair and He brutally fucked her ass, shoving His full length into her and pulling completely out, only to shove back in again and again. Tears were streaming from her eyes and her breath came in ragged, tearing gasps as He plunged into her over and over.

Changing tactics, He walked around in front of her and slapping her face she opened her mouth and He impaled His cock into her waiting mouth, fucking her mouth at His pace. She tasted her pussy and her ass on His cock but at that point she couldn’t have cared less. She had her Master’s cock and she was going to take full advantage of it! He held her head to plunge His cock deep in her throat, making her fight for air, and then pulling out of her mouth. He grinned as she gasped and gagged. He waited only long enough for her to fill her lungs a couple times before He shoved His cock back down her throat, just to the point where she would almost gag and held it there. He watched for her panic and then released her again. Then He walked around her again, His cock once again slammed into her pussy , she was thankful now that she was so securely bound to the sawhorse, the restraints were the only thing keeping her from collapsing.

She heard the vibrator go on high and then He pressed it hard against her clit as His cock drove harder and faster into her, feeling His cock pulse in her tight little pussy and then His loud groan.

“I’m going to cum now, slut, and I want you to cum the moment I do, understand?”

She had no idea where she would get the strength to cum, she only knew that she had to obey Him. Then she felt His hot sticky cum shoot into her and His voice loud. “NOW slut!” His word was the only thing she needed to cum now as her orgasm roared through her body. Her orgasm crashed over her and crushed her. She had no control left but her body took over. Her head thrown back her pussy gripped his cock, her body rippled…wave after wave of orgasm as his teeth bit her other shoulder. She felt him empty inside her, her his satisfaction and almost died of pleasure. Her pussy clenched His cock harder, milking His cock for every drop of cum in Him, not wanting to waste a single precious drop. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she whispered an exhausted but grateful “Thank you Master.”.  She felt the restraints loosen, and He picked her up in His strong, muscular arms and carried her to His chair. He sat with her in His lap, cradling her trembling body. Too weak to move on her own, she sat there curled into His chest as He softly kissed her forehead and then her lips. The hands that once ravaged her, now tender and loving as He caressed every part of her so tenderly. His breath was hot against her ear as He whispered, “You are Mine, pet. I own every part of you, and today was just a reminder of that.”

New Carpet

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Christy impatiently glanced at the clock on the wall again as she sat waiting in the living room. She hoped she wouldn’t have to be here very long; she had taken off from work to be home so some men could replace the carpet and she was already mad that this was going to cost so much. Her job just barely paid the bills as it was and now this was going to make it even harder to get everything paid this month! In addition, she had a ton of things that needed her attention back at the office and she was already behind in her work. This was just going to put her further behind and the boss was not going to be pleased! She also would have preferred that her husband Tom had been the one to meet with them. She didn’t like the idea of being at home alone when repairmen came to do work around the house. Unfortunately her husband was unable to be there, because he was out of town on a business trip so she would have to handle this one on her own.

“This is typical - every time he goes out of town something happens! Why couldn’t he find a regular 8-5 job!” she thought to herself as she waited for the carpet installers. She was mad at Tom, mad at herself, and mad at the situation.

Again looking at the clock, Christy decided she would wait another thirty minutes and if they hadn’t shown up or at least called, she would call the carpet store and tell them to reschedule and head back to the office. She hated these installation calls that promised they would arrive sometime during a three to four hour window. Luckily, this company had called saying they should be there sometime within the next hour and a half. But that hour and a half had already come and gone and still they hadn’t arrived. She was giving them the benefit of the doubt and considered that maybe they had been delayed for a legitimate reason. Still, that didn’t finish the work that was sitting on her desk waiting for her.

Christy was debating on calling the company back to see if they could tell her anything more when she heard a vehicle pulling into the driveway. She instinctively glanced at her watch as she started for the front door to see if it was them. Maybe if this didn’t take too long, she could get back and get at least a little bit of work done. She grunted softly when she peeked out the small window facing the street and saw the van parked in the driveway and two men getting out. She watched as the driver, a very good looking 30-ish man, fished a clipboard out of the van and apparently confirmed they were at the correct address. The other was a younger, mid 20’s looking man; he had opened the side door and after a few seconds slammed it shut and walked around to join the first man, carrying a small tool kit.

Christy watched through the peephole of the closed door as the two men walked up. As they got a little closer, Christy could see they were both very good looking and she felt a tingle in her pussy as she watched the two hunks approach.

“Christy, you are a married woman!” she cautioned herself to not let her interest show. They are just here to put in the new carpet and that’s all. But a small voice also pointed out that she and Tom hadn’t exactly been burning up the sheets lately sex-wise. In fact, they hadn’t made love in some time. Oh, she gave him a cursory blowjob a couple times and he had even managed to make her cum once too. But it certainly wasn’t anything to write to Penthouse Letters over! And even that had been almost a month ago! And now two very good-looking men were headed up her walkway and she was going to be in the house alone with them…she sighed softly as she started to open the door. She lightly blamed her attraction to the men on her husband’s inattentiveness lately, but she also knew in her heart of hearts that she hadn’t exactly been warm to him either. For the past couple months her relationship with Tom had not been what it once was. They still loved each other, but the passion, the “spark”, had cooled noticeably. Still it wasn’t entirely Tom’s fault. Their jobs were not in sync, they were always passing each other on the way to or from their jobs. They barely saw each other except at night when they were both too tired to do much of anything. Then there was the money issues. They didn’t really fight over money, but there never seemed to be enough to let them feel comfortable about their financial footing. And now Christy was having inappropriate thoughts of other men…and immediately she felt that guilty tug on her consciousness at having such thoughts.

“Hi.” the older man said casually as they reached the steps, “Are you Mrs. Johnson? We have your carpet here to install today.”

“Yes, I am Mrs. Johnson. Please come in.” Christy said, trying to keep her voice from revealing what she had been thinking as she opened the screen door.

The two men stepped up onto the porch, the older man saying as they did, “Thank you. We’ll just have a look at the job before we bring everything in.”

Christy stepped aside as the two entered the house. The older man, apparently the leader of the duo, continued speaking. “Sorry we took so long to get to you, but we’ve been kind of  busy lately. With the sale the store is running, a lot of people have been having carpet replaced or installed.”

“I understand.” Christy responded. She led the men through house to the spacious living room. “This is the room that needs the carpet the most. We want this room carpeted and the stairs over there as well.” she said, stepping aside as they moved past her to go into the room.

“Oh yeah, I can see why you want this carpet replaced - it has definitely seen better days!” the older man said.

“Yeah we have been meaning to get it replaced, but it seemed like every time we were ready to something would come up!” Christy said.

“Well it happens. But we’ll have you fixed up real soon.” he said. The two men went right to work, starting out by measuring the room. The younger man would take the measurements and call them out while the older one would write them down on his clipboard. When they had finished taking all the needed measurements, they went out to get the tools they needed. Setting the tools inside the house they returned to their van and started bringing in the rolls of carpeting. It was a warm spring day and the men wore their company jackets, but it was too hot for them so both the men took them off when they went to the truck to get the carpet. Coming back, Christy saw the men’s bulging biceps as they carried the carpet on their shoulders. The older man had a white polo shirt which looked to be small on him while the younger guy wore a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, also a tad small on him. Both men were in really good shape and Christy felt herself getting damp watching the two hunks carrying in the carpeting.

 It wasn’t that she didn’t trust the men, but her husband would not have wanted her to leave them alone in the house. At least that’s the justification she told herself. Truth be known she was just enjoying having two such beefy and attractive men in her home. Christy decided to sit down on one of the stools set at the breakfast bar that was between the kitchen and the living room. As she did she noted how the younger of the two cast a somewhat long glance over at her. There was nothing malicious and inappropriate about it, but still it made her just a tad uneasy. Christy wasn’t a complete prude, she knew she had a nice figure, she had received a fair share of complements during her twenty-four years and she took pride in how she looked, even if she was a married woman. She had been raised with the idea that good girls didn’t blatantly flaunt themselves. That a nice girl dressed respectively and while she did try when she was younger to push the limits of what her parents accepted as respectful she had never, at least she didn’t think so, dress too lewdly.

Still she knew men would look at her, sometimes it was an admiring quick glance while other times it had been a brazen eyeing. Christy stood five foot seven and tipped the scales at one hundred and twenty five pounds. She had lean, well toned legs, that she was proud of and didn’t mind showing off, within reason. She had a small round butt and a healthy set of 34DD tits which she considered her best feature. She was a very pretty woman but not to the point of being conceited.

The men were about an hour into the job, having ripped out the old carpeting and partway through taking out the tack strips that hold the carpet in place. It was hot work, especially pulling up the old carpet and Christy noticed them having to wipe the sweat from their foreheads repeatedly. She got up from her chair and approached the men who were pulling up more of the tack strips from the edges of the room.

“Could I offer you two something to drink?”

“That would be nice,” the older man said with a broad smile and his helper nodded in agreement.

“Well I have some beer and also a couple of wine coolers,” she said frowning slightly as she tried to recall what all there was to offer them, other then milk or tap water. She shrugged slightly adding, “And I have some cans of soft drinks if you’d like that.”

“I wouldn’t say no to a beer,” he said with a slow nod, glancing over at his helper and receiving a nod in agreement.

“Two beers it is,” Christy said lightly and turned away walking to the kitchen. As she did, the two sat down on the steps they would be carpeting next, the older man holding his clipboard and jotting some notes down on the paper.

Christy quickly grabbed two cans of beer and then decided she would have one too. She had just recently begun to develop a taste for beer; it wasn’t her favorite drink but she would drink it. She kicked the refrigerator door shut with her foot as she held the three cans and then walked back to the family room. When she entered the family room the young man, seeing how her hands were full, scrambled to his feet and hurried over, saying,

“Here let me give you a hand with those.” Christy quietly said thanks as he carefully took two of the cans from her. She brought a chair over from the dining room table and sat down. She opened her can after she had sat down and the other two quickly opened theirs, taking a slow sip and groaned softly in approval.

“Now that is a great way to end the day,” the older man said after he had taken a drink.

“Oh is this your last call?” Christy asked.

“Hopefully,” he said, making them both chuckle.

“It’s our last scheduled installation today and thank goodness for it!” the younger man said. He shook his head saying, “But we still have to go take care of the paperwork from all the work we did today.”

“I understand,” Christy said with a knowing nod, paperwork it was an ever present evil in today’s work place. Casually she crossed her legs at the knees, again noting how they both gave her legs a long glance when she did. Taking another sip of her beer she then asked, “So how long have you been doing this sort of work?”

“Well I’ve been at this for almost 15 years.” the older man said as he glanced at his clipboard, “But I’m getting too old for all this kneeling stuff, so I’m training this young buck here to do all the heavy stuff!”

“I see,” Christy said with a slow nod. She laughed slightly and then said, “You know I forgot to ask what your names were, please forgive me.”

“Oh that’s okay.” the old man said with a quick wave of his hand, “Most people don’t even bother to ask us our names!” He gestured at himself saying, “My name is Mike and this is Tommy.”

“And my name is Christy,” she responded. She took another sip of her beer, saying, “Nice to meet you two.”

“And it’s nice to meet you and thanks for the beers too.” Mike said quickly. He settled back on the sofa, asking,

“So what kind of work do you do?”

“Oh I work in the personal department at ABC Plastics,” Christy responded. She raised an eyebrow ever so slightly as she asked, “How did you know that I worked?”

“Oh just by the way you’re dressed,” Mike said with another wave of his hand. He glanced quickly over at Tommy as he said, “I mean you’re dressed like a working woman would dress. Unless of course you’re like Mrs. Cleaver and dress that nicely even though you’re staying home and just doing housework.”

Christy blushed slightly and bowed her head; she was flattered by his complement. She was wearing a dark colored dress that hit about mid thigh and had a modest scoop neckline, nothing too revealing.

“If you’re not working and dress like that, I wish more housewives would dress that nicely!” Mike said, shaking his head slowly.

“That’s for sure,” Tommy added, “Would make these house calls a lot more enjoyable.”

“Well thank you,” Christy said shyly.

“You said you work in the personnel department?” Mike asked. Christy simply nodded her head yes. He cocked his head slightly to one side asking, “So do you interview people that are applying or what?”

Unthinkingly Christy ran a hand through her shoulder length, wavy dark brown hair as she said, “No, I more handle disciplinary infractions and employee dispute situations.”

“Oh so if someone screws up they’re sent to you,” Mike asked.

“I guess you could put it that way,” Christy answered with a quick laugh.

“Well, if I worked there I don’t think I would mind getting into trouble,” Mike said with a laugh and shaking his head.

“Why is that?”

“Well if I had to go meet with you, I don’t think I would mind that much!” Mike said with a wave of his hand.

“That’s for sure!” Tommy added, “Probably be spending a lot of time getting into trouble.”

Christy laughed quickly, feeling a little embarrassed, and yet a little flattered. Tom had told her on a couple occasions that she shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach and while her stomach wasn’t truly empty (she had grabbed a couple of small peanut and cheese crackers as she left the office), it wasn’t enough to do anything to absorb the alcohol. Besides, she had never been a big drinker; her husband used to joke that she was a cheap drunk - it only took a little bit to get her buzzed. Maybe it was the little bit of alcohol that was making her so relaxed and uninhibited now. A part of her told her she should be rather offended by their brazen comments. But another part of her - and the part that was now taking control - was a little excited by it. She could feel her pussy tingle at their comments…and she wouldn’t mind hearing more of them.

“Your husband is one lucky guy.” Mike said with a nod at her.

“And why is that?” Christy asked as she took another sip of her beer.

“To have such a hot looking wife to come home to every night.”

“Oh please!” Christy said with a slight laugh and shake of her head. Still she couldn’t stop herself from again running a hand through her hair.

“That’s for sure.” Tommy added eagerly, “Man if I had a wife as hot looking as you I would be home as soon as I could.”

“Well thank you.” Christy said hoping her face wasn’t too red with embarrassment.

“Yeah it must be great to have such a hot looking woman to spend time with after work.” Mike said with a slow nod. Christy noticed how his eyes were locked on her; it both made her shift nervously and yet sit a little straighter too. He grunted softly and shook his head and then asked, “Do you dress this hot for him when he’s here?”

“Sometimes.” Christy answered. She was startled by his question and also by how quickly she responded, she really didn’t even think about her answer.

“You must have a real smoking body.” he said shaking his head and getting an acknowledging grunt from Tommy. Mike gestured at her saying, “I mean it’s obvious you have a hot body ‘cause that dress sure doesn’t hide the fact.”

“Th…thank you.” Christy stammered. This conversation was definite getting loose and maybe she should end it before it went too far.

“In fact I’d kinda like to get a look at your hot figure.” Mike said in a definite tone. Christy’s eyes widened as she stared at him not sure she had actually heard what he had said. He pointed at a point a short distance in front of where they were sitting and told her, “Why not stand right here and let us have a good look at you.”

Christy sensed from his tone, while not really threatening, there was an unmistakable implication that he was completely serious. She stared at them, her mind a blank for a long moment and then he nodded and again gestured at the spot he had pointed to, but with a little more firmness then before. Instinctively, she knew that she had no choice that she had best do as he directed. Shakily she rose, her knees felt incredibly weak and walked over to where he had directed. She shuddered bodily as she did, noting how their eyes were glued to her dress and her legs as she walked towards them.

“Very nice.” Mike said admiringly. He made a circular motion with his finger and told her, “Turn around.”

On very wobbly legs she slowly turned around in front of them. While it wasn’t the first time she had been eyed by men, it had never been this blatant; they were almost treating her like she was a piece of meat or a new car they were checking out. Her heart was pounding when she turned back towards them, standing there quietly as they continued to run their eyes up and down her figure.

“Nice…real nice,” he said slowly. He then made a quick little motion with his hand as he told her, “Okay now take off your dress.”

“Ple…please don’t,” Christy tearfully stammered.

“Either you take your dress off or else we’ll rip it off of you. Either way you’re gonna take that dress off,” Mike told her in a firm, definite tone and as if to emphasis his threat they both scooted forward slightly on the couch.

Christy knew they were serious and that she had best do as he demanded. Blinking repeatedly, she leaned forward from the waist as she reached up behind herself to undo the small slide clasp and then began to slide down the zipper on the back of her dress. She shuddered when the two groaned loudly as the upper part of her dress dropped down slightly after she had unzipped her dress and revealed some of her upper chest. They groaned again a little louder and cruder when she took hold of her dress at her hips and began to work it down, wiggling a little to help. The dress tumbled down off her shoulders and revealed her upper body and showing she was wearing a sheer flesh tone bra. Except for their steady breathing there was no noise as she pulled her dress down to her waist and then gave it a quick little shove allowing it to drop to her ankles and revealing that she was wearing a matching pair of bikini cut panties, stockings and a garter belt. Carefully she stepped out of the crumbled dress and pushed it aside with her foot.

Keeping her head bowed as she stood there, her hands at her sides, clad only in her stockings, bra and panties. She was totally mortified standing there nearly naked before these two men; part of her tried to reassured herself by pointing out the bikini she had worn on their honeymoon had covered just about the same amount of her body but still this was completely different.

“Wow, that’s nice,” Mike said with an approving grunt. Christy’s stomach knotted even tighter when he told her,

“Now the rest.”

“Yeah take off your bra and panties,” Tommy added eagerly.

“But leave the stockings on,” Mike quickly directed, “You look hot in those.”

Unthinkingly she nodded. She swallowed hard and leaned forward slightly and reached up behind herself. She fumbled with the small clasp on the back of her flesh toned bra; her fingers strangely stiff. After a number of seconds she was able to undo the small clasp. She brought her hands back around as the ends of her bra dropped down. She held the bra to her chest with one hand as she brushed the straps off her shoulders with her other. She took a shuddering deep breath after she had and then drew the garment off baring her large tits. She almost casually let her bra drop to the floor on top of her dress. Without delaying, she then jammed her thumbs inside the waist band of her sheer bikini cut panties. She wiggled her hips as she shoved the lacy garment down past her hips. The men groaned loudly when her pussy was uncovered.

Christy’s stomach was knotted tightly as she shoved her panties down her legs. Until now only no man other than her husband had seen her naked. She briefly recalled how nervous and yet excited she had been on their wedding night and she had undressed before him. This was completely different from that special night; here she was being forced to submit and then she had eagerly given herself to him. Still there was a small, perverse stirring at being so controlled and forced to submit. Her dear husband had always been kind and gentle not as dominating as these two were being; she was being forced to submit to their desires and she had a feeling that their demands had not yet been fully satisfied.

Clumsily she extracted first one foot and then the other from her panties. Once she had she tossed them over with her bra and then straightened. She stood there silently, with her head bowed, as the two again inspected her now nude body. She was a little aghast at how her nipples were brazenly poking out; she should be offended by what they were making her do and yet her body was responding excitedly to it. She could almost feel their hot stare moving across her exposed tits, down across her smooth belly to her snatch. The idea that she was being made to display herself like this was horrifying, she knew. But she couldn’t help but notice her pussy was getting very wet. She may be a lady but she was also a woman. And these two handsome men were obviously enjoying the show she was putting on.

“Um yes very, very nice lady,” Mike grunted after a few more quiet seconds. Tommy gave an appreciative grunt in agreement. Shifting forward slightly Mike then told her, “Okay lady start fingering yourself.”

Again without thinking about it Christy nodded quickly. Trembling slightly she parted her feet and moved a hand between her legs. She took a shuddering breath as she slid her finger along her wet slit, pressing it between her pussy lips. She had been raised to believe that good girls didn’t do such things; that masturbating was wrong. She had finally given in to the urge late in her teen years. After first she was ashamed at the fact she was doing what she had been taught was wrong but she couldn’t deny that it felt nice. While she had continued to masturbate she had never done it in front of another person and her husband had never asked her about whether she did it or not. And since getting married she hadn’t fingered herself more than a couple of times; usually when her husband had been away on business. While she tended to feel guilty about giving into those urges she wouldn’t deny that she felt better afterwards.

The room was silent except for their heavy breathing. Despite her revulsion at being forced to do such a lewd act in front of these strange men Christy was soon rolling her hips as she fingered her wet pussy. She wasn’t able to stop the low, throaty groan as she moved her finger over her now erect clit. Christy spread her legs further apart as she began to finger herself in earnest. She had almost forgotten she was being watched, having been overtaken by her own lustful passion.

“I think she likes that,” Tommy said with a crude laugh as he lightly punched Mike in the arm.

“Yeah these rich types are usually pretty horny,” Mike responded with a vulgar chuckle. “They are all really just sluts in fancy clothes!” He nodded at Christy asking, “You getting all hot and excited slut?”

“Y..yess…” Christy moaned, fingering her wet pussy, certain they could hear the wet squishing noise her finger made as they slid in and out of her pussy. She closed her eyes and tried to block out their degrading comments, hoping this was as far as they intended to humiliate her.

“You like sucking cock slut?” Tommy suddenly asked.

“I…I never have,” Christy quietly gasped.

“You suck your husband’s cock, don’t you?” Mike asked in a rather disbelieving tone.

“He…he’s never asked me to,” Christy said breathlessly. Then without thinking added, “He’s the only man I’ve ever made love to.”

Christy wasn’t sure why she told them that, she was sure if it would stop them from doing whatever they intended to do. A part of her wondered if she had confided the information as an excuse for her lack of sexual experience and possibly ability. It only caused the two to laugh and mutter something to each other.

“Okay slut get on your knees - you’re about to get your first cocksucking lesson!” Mike curtly ordered her.

Without asking any questions and keeping her hand wedged between her legs, Christy, a little ungainly dropped to her knees. Once she had she nervously glanced at the two men as they sat there staring at her with cold, almost triumphant smiles. Slowly Tommy clambered to his feet.

“You ready for this?” He asked after he had gotten off the sofa.

“For…for what?”

“This baby,” he said with a coarse laugh as he grabbed his crotch.

Christy was unable to pull her eyes away from his crotch as he slowly walked towards her. She continued to finger herself but her attention was on what he appeared to be intending to make her do. She had been truthful when she had said she had never sucked a cock before; in fact she had never even kissed one. The act of taking a man’s cock in her mouth sounded disgusting. She knew that a lot of girls liked doing that but it had never interested her and luckily apparently her husband either.

Tommy stopped right in front of Christy, his crotch just a few inches from her face. Quickly she glanced up at him and found him staring down at her with a thin, cold smile. Her eyes immediately dropped back down to his looming crotch when he moved his hands down and began to fumble with his pants. Christy was shocked to realize that a part of her was rather excited to see his cock; she could feel her pussy tingle at the prospect. Other then her husband’s cock the only other cock she had ever seen had been a couple of the little babies that she had baby sat when she was younger.

Slowly, almost teasingly, Tommy slid his zipper down; the steady clicking of his zipper seemed incredibly loud. Christy was startled to realize that she was holding her breath as she stared at his crotch. She took a shuddering breath as he finished unzipping his pants and then jammed a hand inside of his pants. Despite her revulsion at what she was being forced to submit to her eyes widened when he pulled his cock from his pants. It was certainly the biggest cock she had ever seen. A small voice reminded her that her husband’s was the only other adult male cock she had ever seen before so she really had no idea if what she was now staring at was bigger than normal or not. She knew that it was certainly bigger than her dear husband’s; fatter and longer.

Christy closed her eyes when Tommy took hold of his shaft and moved even closer. She shuddered when he pressed the fat head of his cock to her face. Slowly, firmly he rubbed his cock over her face; over her cheeks, along her jaw, her nose and eyelids and even into her hair. She tensed as he moved it along her jaw and to her mouth, pressing it against her pursed lips.

“Open your mouth, woman,” he grunted.

Christy wanted to refuse but she knew she couldn’t. Trembling she opened her mouth and his fat shaft slipped into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open as his shaft slid between her lips. She was startled by how hard his cock was and yet how smooth the skin was. Instinctively she wrapped her lips snuggly around his shaft as he steadily pushed more of it into her mouth.

“Yeah suck that big cock slut,” Mike urged her.

Christy shuddered, rolling her eyes so she could look up at Tommy. He was standing there still glaring down at her and had moved his hands to the back of her head, holding her steady. She was fearful of just how much of his shaft he intended to stick in her mouth; she knew there was no way she could take all of it. She tensed and made a loud part gurgle and part gag when the end of his cock lightly touched the back of her mouth. Luckily he stopped pushing his shaft into her mouth. He paused, allowing her to become accustomed to the feel of his fat shaft wedged in her mouth.

Slowly he began to pull his hips back until just the fat head of his cock remained between her lips and then once more pushed his shaft into her mouth. Keeping his hands firmly on her head he began to pump his shaft in and out of her mouth with a steady pace. Christy was unable to stop the low groan that came from deep in her throat.

“How’s she doin’?” Mike asked from next to Tommy. She hadn’t known that he had gotten off the couch and moved closer.

“Not bad,” Tommy grunted as he continued to pump his shaft in her mouth.

“Yeah you rich sluts all like havin’ a real man’s cock, don’t you?” Mike chuckled crudely. He stood there watching her and added, “You all say you don’t but you really do.”

Suddenly he dropped to his knees a little in front of and to the side of Christy. Rather roughly he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand from between her legs. She groaned softly in protest, her pussy was tingling eagerly. He scooted a little closer and then jammed his hand between her legs. She groaned longingly as he shoved his finger into her wet pussy.

“Oh yeah this slut is ready,” he grunted as he began to finger her, “She’s hot and wet.”

Tommy simply grunted quickly. He had increased his pace, pumping his shaft in and out of her mouth at a fast clip. Christy wondered if he was planning to cum in her mouth; she was worried that she would be sick if he did but she also knew there was nothing she could do to stop him. She hoped he didn’t and also hoped that if he did she would not become sick. It was almost as if she didn’t want to appear too sexual inept. A small part of her was baffled as to why she would care what these two would think about her sexual capabilities. They were basically raping her and she was worried about disappointing them. Oddly she was finding the fact that she was being so controlled and humiliated exciting. Despite the idea of what was happening to her, she was getting incredibly turned on. She actually wanted to be good at what she was doing!

Christy closed her eyes and groaned longingly as Tommy continued to pump his cock into her mouth and Mike, now with two fingers stuffed into her pussy, continued fingering her. By Tommy’s increased pace she sensed he was getting close to climaxing, he still had his hands on her head, holding it steady and she knew there was no way she could pull her head away if he began to cum in her mouth. She was finding this wicked act she was being forced to submit rather exciting. Christy gave herself over to the feelings.

Tommy suddenly groaned loudly and roughly jammed his cock into her mouth and held it there. She felt him tense and then his warm juice spurted into her mouth. Christy held it in her mouth wondering what to do and then swallowed as more of his jism filled her mouth. She was surprised by its thick, warm nature as it slid down her throat. A little eagerly she swallowed more of his cum. Part of her, the sweet innocent girl that her parents had raised, knew she should be ashamed by what was going on and also how she was reacting. While she still was ashamed and a little disgusted by what they had forced her to submit to another growing part was excited by it. Part of her brain was screaming that her reactions were wrong but she couldn’t deny them either.

Groaning longingly and weakly Tommy stepped back, his now semi hard dick slipping from her mouth. A little shakily he partly stepped and partly stumbled back and plopped down on the sofa. As he did Mike pulled his hand from between her legs. Quickly he moved on his knees around behind her. Christy glanced back over her shoulder at him as he did.

A little roughly he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her forward. Obediently she dropped forward onto her hands and knees, still looking back over her shoulder. Once she was on her hands and knees Mike began to fumble with his pants. Quickly he undid them and then shoved them down to his knees. Christy’s eyes immediately darted to his stiff cock. While it was nowhere the size of Tommy’s she guessed it was about the same thickness as her husband’s and somewhat longer. Again she knew she should be ashamed at how she was comparing another man’s cock to her husband’s and actually feeling a desire to feel it in her.

Part of her realized that this too was going to be a first; every time she and her husband had made love it had been in the traditional position, with him on top. She moaned as Mike scooted closer, gripping his shaft in one hand. She wiggled her butt back when he guided his cock up between her legs and rubbed it along her slit. He located the small opening to her pussy and with one firm thrust drove his entire length into her. She groaned longingly as he shoved his cock into her. This was wrong, the small voice kept telling her, he was technically raping her but she didn’t care. If this was wrong so be it she told herself as she turned her head back forward. She would pay for this when the time came but right now she just wanted to enjoy the feel of this man’s cock in her. She wasn’t sure if she had been this aroused on her honeymoon night.

“Ohhhhh…” she moaned aloud.

“You like that, don’t you slut!” he said grinning wickedly. “You like being fucked by a real man, don’t you?”

Christy didn’t answer right away. Then she felt a hard slap to her ass that made her gasp.

“Answer me, slut! Tell me how much you like being fucked!”

“Ohhhh yess! Oh please…f..fuck me!” she said as her body betrayed her totally. She pushed back against this strange man’s thrusts as her pussy craved more and more of him.

Mike reached up and grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back fully against his pelvis. With an almost frenzied pace he began to pound his cock into her, pulling her back by the hips with each hard thrust he made. The only sounds were Christy’s heavy breathing and quick gasps with each hard thrust and the noise of his pelvis smacking against her butt. There was no gentleness; he was excitedly ramming his shaft deep into her wet, snug pussy. Christy let her head drop as he continued his hard and fast fucking; it was wickedly delightful, her mind was screaming.

“How is she?” Tommy asked.

“Fucking great,” Mike grunted giving one of her pale ass cheeks a hard slap and making her cry out in shock and pain. She raised her head and saw Tommy sitting there watching and playing with his still semi flaccid cock. She knew he probably intended to fuck her also and unabashedly she looked forward to feeling his large cock in her.

Christy groaned loudly; her pussy was tingling fiercely. She sensed this was going to be an intense climax, she just hoped that Mike wouldn’t cum himself before she did. Without any shame or regret she wanted him to get her off. She gritted her teeth as she felt her climax growing and she began to buck her ass backwards even harder to drive his shaft deeper into her pussy. Maybe it was wrong, what she was feeling and thinking but it felt so damn good. She reached the point of no return and with a cry she came.

“OHHHHHFUUUCKKK!!! I’MMM CUMMMMMING!!!” she screamed as she exploded. Just then she felt Mike empty himself inside her as well, The pair flooded her pussy with their mixed cum until it spilled out of her, running down her legs and wetting the pre-carpeted floor. They collapsed one atop the other gasping and sweaty on the floor.

After resting a bit, the men went back and finished installing the carpet while Christy went upstairs to shower. She didn’t worry anymore about the men in her house - she was so beyond that now! She came back down just as they were picking up their tools and getting ready to leave.

“Thank you boys.” she said as they handed her the bill for the installation.

“Thank you, Christy…for the beer and…” Mike said. Christy smiled and shut the door behind them as they left.

“Leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can,” Mike’s prerecorded voice issued from the phone.

“Hi Mike, this is Christy and I think my carpet needs another look,” Christy said in a soft voice. It had been three days since the installation and she couldn’t quit thinking about it. She had been able to get Mike’s cell phone number from the dispatcher at his job. She toyed with a strand of her dark brown hair, saying,

“My husband is going to be out of town on business this weekend. Maybe you and Tommy could stop by and check it out. I’ll be here whenever you want to stop by. Thanks.”

Phone Fun

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I had been thinking about her and looking forward to this all day. I had met Julie in an Internet chatroom and we had had fun talking to each other. We found we had similar interests and soon our casual chatting had become more flirty and sexy. One day we took a step forward and cybered. It was amazing. We seemed to “click” together naturally and we enjoyed spending time with each other.

My hobby is writing erotic stories and “publishing” them on a sex story site I belong to. I had given Julie the URL link and she enjoyed reading my stories. She had told me that reading my stories always got her wet and that she had often fantasized that she was the girl in the story. We had talked about the stories and about our own sexual interests and tastes as well. We had gotten to know each other pretty well.

One day, during one of our chats, I decided it was time to step things up a bit.

“Julie,” I said “we have known each other for a couple months now and it has been really great talking to you and cybering and everything.”

“I have had fun too, John.” she said.

“I want to ask you something and I hesitate because I don’t know if I should.”

“What is it?”

“Well Julie, I was just wondering…what you sound like.”

“What I sound like?

“Yeah, your voice. What your voice is like. I’ll bet it is pretty.”

“Well I don’t know how pretty it is…” she said. “but I’ve wondered about yours as well.”

I convinced her to send me her phone number through my email before she left for the night and once I had it, I couldn’t wait to call her the following evening.

“Julie? Julie Adams?”

“Yes?

“Hi Julie, It’s John.” There was a long silence.

“Julie?”

“Yeah…I…I’m here.”

“I hope it’s ok to call you?”

“It’s ok.”

Another long awkward silence.

“Talk to me, Julie.”

“I..I’m sorry. I just….I was surprised by your call.”

“Well what do you think? Of my voice - you said you wanted to hear my voice.”

“It’s nice.”

“Well you sound fucking hot!” I said.

Another silence.

Julie’s voice grew quiet on the phone. Julie and I had been chatting and cybering through the Internet for some time. And over that time, our conversations had grown more and more intimate. I knew that she lived alone in her apartment. Julie was a medical receptionist at a local clinic. She was in her mid 20’s, fair-skinned with long flaming red hair and a few faint freckles across her nose. She had sent me some cell phone pics of herself and even though they weren’t of very good quality (cell phone photos rarely do the subject justice!) I could tell she was very beautiful. She had a smoking hot body with the kind of tits a man loves to suck upon. Full and firm with hard pointy nipples that stood out just begging to be loved on. She had a tight, round ass and the most beautiful clean-shaven pussy that I had ever seen. Her green eyes made you just want to dive into them and her smile sparkled bright as the brightest star in the night sky.

“Julie! What are you wearing right now?” I asked, trying to move the conversation along.

She took a second to answer me. “Well, I was already for bed when you called. Right now all I’m wearing is my panties.” she said. The line was silent.

Through our chat conversations, Julie had told me about having phone sex before. In fact, that was what lead to our first cybering session. She had had phone sex before but never cybered - she said she didn’t know if she could even do it…text as if she and I were having sex. But I assured her it wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be. As a writer I use my imagination and fantasies as the building blocks of my stories. So after getting her to agree to try it, we had our first cyber session and while neither of us went away from that first one satisfied, we decided to give it a fair shake and soon we both were enjoying getting off with one another regularly.

 I had taken it slow at first, letting her get to know me. And it was only when I felt she was comfortable with me, that I proceeded to cybering. And that proved to be just what she needed. But I could tell from the way she talked that she wanted more than just conversation tonight. 

I knew that she got turned on by the things that I would tell her during our cybering. So I decided to see just how far she was willing to go.

“What are you doing right now?” I asked.

“Thinking about you.”

“Oh? Is my girl horny?”

“Yes. I have been thinking about you since you talked about calling me. Wondering what you sounded like, what you would say - what I would say.”

“Well let’s see what I can do to help you out then. Can’t have you going to bed horny - what kind of a man let’s a beautiful thing like you go to bed needing sex? Would you like me to get you off?”

Julie’s breathing grew faster. I could hear it thru the phone. Then she answered me. “Yes, I would like that.”

“Ok, lay back on your bed and spread your legs. Are you wet? Is your pussy wet, Julie?”

“I’m getting there.” she said.

“Well you know, in my stories and in our cybering that I love to tease.”

“Yes, your stories are wonderful. I always love your stories.”

“Well now I’m going to tease you. I want that pussy nice and wet before we continue. Now reach down and rub your pussy through your panties.”

I heard a soft “yes” from the other end of the line.

My smile grew wider. “I told you that I love to slowly lick the outside lips of a woman’s sex; to suck her swollen pussy lips into my mouth and softly nibble them. I want to lick your pussy…I want to taste you.”


“Please…”Julie moaned so softly I could barely make it out.

“You know Julie, I would start by licking you thru your panty. Can you imagine what my tongue would feel like running up and down your panty crotch?” I heard Julie’s soft moan. “You can feel it can’t you baby? Touch it like my tongue would. Slide your finger tip up and down your panty.”

Suddenly, she moaned. “I can’t do that.”

I let her go silent for a few seconds. Then I began to talk to her. “Listen to me Julie! You got hot thinking about my tongue sliding up and down your wet slit. You love the idea of me licking and sucking your wet pussy. So touch it like I told you to and tell me how it feels.”

Suddenly, Julie moaned. “That’s right, Julie. Slide your finger up and down real slow. Just the way I would slide my tongue up and down. Can you feel it pressing between your pussy lips? Press it in, Julie.”

I smiled as she moaned. “Oh, I can feel your tongue licking me thru my panty.”

“Is your pussy wet now?”

I heard her soft gasp. “Yes! It’s wet.”

“Tell me. Tell me your pussy is wet. Use the words, just like if we were cybering.”

“Ohhh…my pussy…is wet…” she moaned over the phone.

“Good girl. Now slip off those wet panties and we’ll get down to business.”

 Hearing her heavy breathing and soft mewling, I felt my cock begin to grow hard. “I don’t want ignore your beautiful tits either Julie. Are your nipples growing hard?” Julie’s breath grew more ragged. “Reach up and squeeze your nipples, and tell me if they’re hard, Julie.” I waited while she complied.

“Oh, god…” she moaned. “Yes…so hard…”

“Pinch one between your thumb and forefinger. Pull it slowly Julie. That’s the way I would suck it into my mouth.” I heard her soft, “Oh”. I closed my eyes and imagined her doing what I told her to. “Do you want more, Julie? Do you want me to continue talking to you?”

Julie’s breathing had grown a bit faster. “Don’t stop talking. Please, John, don’t stop.”

I smiled. “And will you do what I tell you to do?” This time her yes was barely above a whisper.

“That’s more like it. Now as I talk to you, I will tell you to do certain things. I want you to follow my orders without question. Will you do that for me?”

“Uh-huh!” I could hear her ragged breathing. I knew that she was hot and I decided to find out if she had reached her submissive turning point.

“You like me talking about that juicy pussy, don’t you? You want to hear about how I will eat your sweet juicy pussy. Then when I have had my fill, I will fuck it. I will fuck your pussy and make you cry out for more? I will fuck you until you scream for mercy! That’s what you want isn’t it, slut? Admit it to me!”

Julie gave a soft sob into the phone. “Yes John! Please! Tell me all those things. Make me feel it!”

I smiled as I adjusted my hard-on to a more comfortable position in my pants. “Take your finger and slowly fuck that wet pussy. And while you’re doing it, take those fingers out and taste it!”

“Oh, John, I wish it was your fingers sliding in and out of my wet pussy.”

“Well if I was there, I would start by just teasing your fat, swollen pussy lips, tracing my finger around the outside and being careful not to touch your clit or enter you. I would tease your pussy while I watch you spread your legs and push your hips up, begging me to slip a finger inside. You want my fingers inside your juicy, hungry pussy don’t you, Julie?”

“Uh-huh”

“Well I would trace my finger slowly up and down your wet slit. Trace small circles around your throbbing clit. You like that?”

“Oh yesss…oh god!”

“Tell me Julie, do you like your pussy eaten? Do you want me to lick and tongue that wet bald pussy? Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue?”

“Please John! Oh please lick me! Please eat my pussy! I want you…” she cried.

“I am going to lick your swollen pussy lips in my mouth and lap at them with my hot tongue. Then I will stick my tongue into your pussy and lap up all your sweet pussy juice. And I don’t care how wet your pussy gets; I won’t stop until I want to. Now! Use the thumb and finger of one hand to pinch and twist one nipple. And with the other hand, stroke the lips of your pussy. But don’t you dare touch the inside. Do you understand me?”

Julie whimpered. “Yes! I won’t touch the inside.” I heard her gasp. “My nipples are so hard. And my pussy lips are so big.”

I stroked my dick slowly. “Squeeze and mold your tits. Just like that slut did in my story. You want to be a slut like that don’t you?” I heard her soft moaning. “Ah yes, you are my little slut! How filthy my little slut is - you are practically begging me to fuck you, aren’t you, slut? Now pinch both nipples. Do it! And pull them, too!”

I could hear Julie as she played with her tits. “Close your eyes, slut! Slide your fingers down to your pussy. Play with it the way you would imagine my tongue sliding up and down your slit. First play with just the outside. And don’t slide it in until I tell you to. Understand?”

Julie’s breathing had grown even faster. She was close to cumming and I knew it. “Yes. Oh I’m so hot. My pussy is throbbing so hard. Can I touch it? Please let me put my finger in?”

I smiled, as the head of my dick grew fatter. “If you put it in, I’ll hang up. Is that what you want?”

Julie groaned in frustration. “No! Please don’t hang up! I’ll do it like you tell me. Oh my lips are so swollen.”

I could feel her passion thru the phone lines. “Now Julie, do you have a dildo?”

“I have a vibrator.” she panted.

“Good. I want you to get it now.”

I heard her bed squeak, as she got up. Then squeak again, as she got back on it. She was breathing hard.

“I have it!”

“Good, girl. Now I want you to just rub it up and down your wet slit. I want the whole shaft wet with your pussy juice. Just like my dick would be. Don’t put it in yet, just get it wet between your fat pussy lips.”

I listened as I heard Julie move around. I heard her panting and the wet sound of her vibrator sliding between her juicy pussy lips. Then I heard her breathing back into the phone. “It..it’s all wet. Oh god I am so hot! Oh please John…please make me cum! I can’t take it!”

I smiled. “Listen to me, Julie. Suck it just like you would suck my dick. You did tell me that you love to have a hard fat dick in your mouth didn’t you?” Pretend that vibrator is My hard fat cock. You want to suck my cock don’t you?

Julie didn’t answer me. Instead I heard the sound of sucking. She was moaning as she sucked. ‘That’s it baby! I’m gonna push all my sweet dick down your throat. Then I’m gonna suck your pussy so hard all your hot, thick, juice will run down my throat.”

Julie sucked even louder. “I wish there was a mirror so you could watch the way you’re acting. Just like that slut Louise in the story. Now bitch! I want you to fuck that pussy slowly. Work that dildo as deep in your sweet fuckbox as you can. I want to hear you fuckin it, slut! And when you get that pussy dripping wet, I’m gonna make you squat over my face and I’m gonna lick you till you cry.”

“Oh god! Oh, please John! Please stick your hard cock inside…Oh I need you so much! I want to feel you inside me, please!” she whimpered.

“Take that vibrator and put the tip at your hole. Now slide it in real slow…I want you to feel every inch of me. That’s how I would do it if I was there. If that was my cock sliding into you.”

“Oh John I wish it was. I wish it was you sliding into me. I want to feel you so much.” she sobbed.

“Me too baby. I can feel your pussy now…so warm, so wet…God you feel so good…”

“Oh yes! Enter me! Please! Give it to me! I want your hard dick pushing deep inside!” Julie couldn’t hold back any longer and shoved that vibrator fully into her with one quick thrust. “Oh YES!”

“That’s it baby! Pound that pussy! Fuck that sweet wet pussy like I would do to you! Feel me fucking you hard and deep? Feel my cock splitting you in two?”

“Uh! Uh! Uuuuhh! Yes! Faster! Fill me with your cock!”

“That’s it, slut! Take it! Take it all, whore! Do you like my cock in your tight pussy?”

“Yes! Oh God yes! My tight pussy loves your cock! Do it harder! Pound me sore, John! Fuck your slut!”

Julie was moaning loudly.

“Now I want you to do something real special for me. Are you ready to do it Julie?” I said. I heard her moan.

“Anything John! Please, tell me what you want me to do.”

Julie, you are making me so fuckin hot. My cock is so hard. I wish you were here to suck it. I want you to spread your juice down in the crack of your ass. Get your tight tiny hole wet for my tongue.”

Julie groaned. “Oh god! Would you do that to me? Would you lick me back there too?”

“Baby, I would put you on your hands and knees. Then I would spread your cheeks and slowly shove my tongue in and out of your hot asshole if you would let me. Would you want me to do that? Would you let me tonguefuck your sweet asshole?”

“Oh, John!” Julie was sobbing now. “Please! Oh god please tongue my ass!” Oh I can’t take it! Please let me cum! Please…I need to cuuuummmm!”

“Finger your tight asshole Julie! Finger your asshole and imagine it’s my tongue back there!”

Julie was moaning steady now. “I’m working my finger in and out. Would you eat me back there the way you would eat my pussy?”

“Oh my sweet babygirl. I would love to tongue fuck your ass as much as I would love to tongue fuck your pussy. Don’t push your finger in deep until I tell you to, OK”

Julie grunted. “Oh, I’m so wet. My pussy is dripping so bad.”

“Just use the tip of your finger until I tell you. Think about your finger being my tongue. You would like to feel that wouldn’t you?”

Julie moaned again. “Please! Oh please! I’m gonna cum. I can’t stop it this time. I’m gonna cum!”

I could tell she was right there. “Hold it baby. Don’t you dare cum until I tell you? Do you hear me?”

Her breathing was rapid gasps. “Please John! Oh please!”

I worked my fist to match her moans. “I’m gonna cum with you Julie. Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes! Now! Please now!”

“Shove your finger deep in your ass. Do it now Julie! Do it! I’m cumming! I’m shooting my hot cum all over.” I heard her grunt. I could only imagine her finger sinking deep inside her ass. Then her short cry!

“Oh my god! My cum is pumping out of my pussy! I’m cumming so hard! My pussy is so wet! I’m cumming! Oh John! I’m cumming.”

“Let me taste it! Please baby! Let me slurp it from your hot tender pussy. Oh you young sweet slut! I’m gonna drink all the juice from your hot pussy. Then I’m gonna pump all my cum down the back of your throat.”

I heard her cry out her orgasm. There was a long pause

Then a soft “Thank you.” and the phone went click!

The Rendezvous

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I parked in her driveway and walked up to the front door. She didn’t know I was coming and I wanted it that way. She had neglected to follow My directions and I wanted to find out why. I rang the doorbell then stepped back while I waited for her to answer. I saw the look of total surprise on her face when she opened the door and saw Me standing there. She glanced over My shoulder to see if the neighbors were out, but the cold winter weather was keeping everyone indoors.

“Aren’t you going to invite Me in?”

“Oh, yes, Master! Sorry! Please come in. Quickly! I am shocked to find You standing at my door.”

“You have not written to Me as you should have, so I am here to take care of the problem.”

Stepping back and to one side, she made way for Me to enter. I strode past her and waited for her to close the door. As she turned towards Me, I grabbed her by the throat forcing her backwards against the door and slapped her face.

“What do you mean by not responding to My emails? Have you no respect for common courtesy? What is wrong with you?” And then I slapped her again, harder this time.

“Down on your knees! Now! And now I want to hear you apologize. “

“Forgive me, Master!” she pleaded. “I got busy with work and I have not been feeling well, and the time just slipped away.” I noted the redness on her cheek and the outline of My fingers on her tender flesh.

“You think that is an adequate excuse for not writing to Me? You couldn’t find two minutes in your busy schedule to even shoot Me an email saying you were busy? I doubt that. Maybe you should have taken one less coffee or bathroom break and thought of Me instead. Obviously you need to be trained to show respect. Get your coat, we are going out.”

“I can’t, Master. I have so much to do around here and I still have grocery shopping to do.  Can’t we do this anoth…”

SLAP! “Shut up and get your coat. And for being so rude, you will undress completely before putting it on. NOW!”

“But Master, it’s cold outside. And what if we run into someone I know?”

“If we run into someone you know, then you will be naked under your coat. Got it? Now get moving.”

I followed her to the bedroom to make sure she did as I said, and I watched her undress. This was the first time I had visited her at her house and I think My presence in her home made her uncomfortable - like I had broken some sort of etiquette guideline. But she undressed without hesitation nonetheless. Perhaps she just wanted to get out Me of the house as soon as possible - thinking that once in public I couldn’t punish or berate her,  or maybe she just liked the feeling of a My watching her as she got naked in front of Me. Whatever the reason, I liked what I saw, and seeing her naked form conjured up wicked mental images of what was to come!

About 15 minutes later, we were in my car and heading out of her driveway. She seemed to relax a bit as we drove further from her home and the fear of being caught subsided. Or maybe it was the fact that I was driving and couldn’t really do anything to her while I was doing so. Out of the corner of My eye, I saw her looking at Me as I focussed on driving on the snow-covered streets. I turned My head towards her, and our eyes meet. I saw a little mischievous little sparkle there, a clue that she was looking forward to what I had in mind for her. But there was also a hint of uncertainty there, because she didn’t know if she should be.

“I have to stop by the hardware store to pick up a couple of things.” I said as I pulled into the parking lot.

“Yes, Master.” she said.

“Come on.” I said after getting out of the car and coming around to open the door for her.

“You want me to come in with you?”

“Yes. Now get out of the car and follow Me.”

She got out of the car and followed Me into the store. I led her to the bathrooms first and as I headed to the men’s room she started making the turn to the ladies room.

“Come with Me.” I said.

“In there?! I can’t go in there, Master!”

“When I say come, you come, slut - no argument or discussion, you hear me?” I grabbed her arm roughly and dragged her into the men’s room with Me.

I chose this hardware store because I had been in there earlier and noted that one of the stalls in the men’s room had a missing door due to vandalism. I chose that stall and took off the Do Not Use sign and tape.

“Unbutton your coat and let me see your nakedness.” I told her. She looked at Me with shock and panic. Knowing that I was not kidding around, she glanced around, and then unbuttoned her coat and opened it but left the coat on. “Give Me your coat. I said, reaching out and snatching it off her, exposing her fully. I slapped her right tit, the sound resounding in the empty bathroom.

“I want your naked, disrespectful body exposed fully to anyone who comes in here. Do you understand?”

I slapped her tit again, and her nipples hardened as a result. “Now sit down on the toilet. I am off to find some things I need. While I am gone, I want you to touch your pussy, make yourself wet, and make yourself cum - you got that?”

“Y..yes…Master.” she said looking scared and worried.

“You can close your eyes and imagine that you are home in your own bed, or you can keep your eyes open and realize where you are and what you are doing. It does not matter to me. But whatever you do, do not move from this seat and do not make any effort to cover your nakedness. If someone walks in, you keep stroking your pussy. If that person decides to watch, you are to invite them to play with you. You are to invite them to touch you and feel you up. They aren’t allowed to have sex with you or penetrate you in any manner, but if they want to touch you or suck on your tits you are to let them. Do you understand?”

“Master, please!” she said with visible distress in her voice. Her face had already turned three shades of red in her embarrassment.

“Get to it!” I said “And you had better do exactly as I have said or it will be a hundred times worse for you!”

I watched for a moment as her hand slid down her stomach and found her pussy. Her finger glided between her moist lips and then slipped up toward her clit where it lingered for a moment before beginning a slow, rotating caress. She closed her eyes, and I wandered off to find the items I needed.

By the time I found what I had come in the store for, I could hear low moans coming from the cubicle where she was sitting. As I walked back into the men’s room, I saw what she had been doing. She had slid down on the toilet a bit, and her legs were spread wide apart. Her body was thrusting forward to press against her teasing fingers which were now plunging deep into her shaved pussy. She had her eyes closed and her lips were parted as she moaned aloud. She was moving inevitably towards her orgasm. She sensed My presence and opened her eyes and smiled at Me as she played her exposed pussy. She made no effort to cover herself, which at that point would have been futile and only would have gotten her in deeper trouble anyway. Her eyes locked onto Mine as her fingers flew across her swollen, sensitive clit and drew her ever closer to orgasm.

As her movements became more frenzied and her orgasm approached, I firmly pinched her left nipple hard between My fingers, and I used My right hand to repeatedly slap her right tit. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The harder I pinched and the more I slapped, the more agitated the thrusting of her hips became. Her eyes closed as her legs began to quiver. I listened to the squishing of her pussy as her fingers worked inside, drawing her farther and farther along the path to release. I glanced around, hoping that we were being watched, but we were alone.

She came, letting out a loud squeal that echoed around the room. Her legs snapped together, trapping her hand with her fingers still buried deep inside her spasming pussy. Her ragged breathing became labored as the tremors raced through her body, and a look of ecstasy came over her facial features. I stopped My manipulation of her tits as her entire body got caught up in the throes of the orgasm. For a brief moment I wondered what it is she had been thinking about as she touched herself, but I decided to save that question for later.

“Get up and let’s go.” I said. I reached down and took hold of her nipples to “help her up”. She moaned as I pulled her to her feet. Looking around , she wondered if anyone had been watching her. I think that she was a little disappointed to find that no one had, but we both knew that there would be other opportunities when there would be eager eyes watching.

I took her over to the urinal and made her stand, nude and with her head down and eyes lowered, as I used the bathroom, watching her closely to see if she peeked. She knew better and didn’t.

I handed her coat to her, having kept it with Me while I shopped. With her coat fully buttoned, she stood by My side as I went through the checkstand and paid for the items I had selected. There was a slight breeze blowing as we walked towards the car making the temps feel colder than they actually were, and I imagined the chill this brought to her damp, exposed pussy. I was tempted to lick the dampness from her once we were in the car, but I decided to save that until later. I knew that pussy would be dripping and ready for My tongue whenever I wanted it over the next couple of hours.

When we reached the car, I unlocked the trunk and instructed her to get the bag that was stored there. Once she was seated beside me, I leaned over and gave her a deep passionate kiss of promise. She responded with gusto, and I knew that she was ready for whatever was to come.

“Open the bag and look inside.” I said. She complied instantly with My command, and I saw her eyes open wide as she examined the contents. “Tell me what you see.”

“Oh my, Master! I see whips and vibrators and butt plugs and lubricants and ropes and hand cuffs and gags and all sorts of other things!” I heard a tremor of anticipation in her voice as she considered how each of these implements might come into play in the coming hours.

“Now we are going to My hotel room so we can get on with your punishment for not writing.”

After a short drive, we arrive at my hotel. I carried the bag of toys as she followed Me through the lobby, glancing around as we went to make sure there is no one there that she knew. Once we were in my room, I told her to put the bag on the bed.

“Take off your coat.” I said. Without hesitation, she followed My command, shedding her coat and exposing her trim body once more to My gaze.

“So how did you like being exposed in the bathroom?”

“At first I did not like it at all, Master! I am not used to being naked in public, but once I closed my eyes and imagined that I was alone in my bed, I began to relax. And then I began to imagine what it might be like to have a stranger watching me. In the end, that got me really hot.”

“Were you disappointed when you found that there was no one there but you and Me?”

“Yes, I suppose I was.”

“Well next time we will make sure you have an audience. What do you think about that?” She didn’t answer, but bit her lower lip as she nodded her head.

“Yes, Master. Master, may I be excused - I have to pee,” she asked.

“Yes, but keep the door open.”

“But Master, can’t I have little privacy?”

“Privacy you can have when you are home. Here when you pee, I want to see and hear. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

I followed her into the bathroom and watched as she sat down. Before she began to piss, I moved toward her, grabbing her right tit with My hand, squeezing hard and digging My fingers deep into her soft flesh. I leaned close and forced My tongue past her clenched lips. When she did not respond, I pinched her nipple hard until she cried out, and then her tongue began to play with Mine.

As we kissed, I released her nipple and ran My hand down across her stomach and between her legs. I felt her pull back away from My hand, which pissed Me off… not a real good thing to do when she was already in trouble!

“What the fuck do you think you are doing, pulling away from My hand?”

“I told you I am a little shy about my body, Master.”

“Well it’s about fucking time you got over that!” SLAP! I struck her tit hard with My open palm. SLAP! SLAP! I saw tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

“Now pee,” I said as I pressed the palm of My warmed hand against her pussy.

Moments later I felt the warmth of her piss trickle, then stream, against My hand. I rubbed My wrist firmly against her clit as she emptied her bladder. I kept My hand in place as her stream dwindled then stopped. I leaned down to resume kissing her as I stroked her wet pussy. This time she responded quickly and sucked My tongue deep into her warm mouth. We kissed deeply as My fingers toyed with her clit and then probed deep inside her wet, warm, hole.

“Okay, that’s enough of that. Get your ass on the bed. NOW!”

She hurried to the bed and sat down. I reached for the bag and began rummaging through it, pulling out several items and placing them on the bed beside her. The last thing I pulled out were a few bundles of rope.

“First we need to tie you up so that you will not be able to resist. Stand up and lace your fingers together on top of your head!”

She immediately did as I said, smiling as her body trembled with excited anticipation.

I chose a rough textured manila rope for My first job - binding her ample tits. I wrapped the coarse rope around her chest first over her tits and then under them, alternating four or five times. Then I threw a half-hitch around the rope in back of her and brought the end up over her shoulder and between her tits wrapping it around all the ropes crossing over and under her tits several times, drawing them together and squeezing her tits in the rough rope. Once I had five or six wraps of the rope crossing her tits, I ran the remainder back over her other shoulder and tied it off in back. Then I took a couple shorter pieces of rope and on the sides of each tit, I wrapped the smaller piece of rope around the chest coils drawing them all together and effectively squeezing her tits together from the outside as well. This made for a very tight (and slightly uncomfortable) rope bra and made her generous tits stick out as if asking to be played with. Which I was more than willing to do shortly! I stood back, and admired My handiwork for a moment. Satisfied at the results, I moved on.

“Comfy?” I laughed. “Stretch out on the bed on your back.”

She moved into position, the ropes already beginning to do their dirty work as she moved with some difficulty due to the tightness of her tit captivity. Once she got in position, I tied her to the bed’s footposts with her legs spread wide apart. Then I moved to the head of the bed and tied each wrist to the corners of the headboard. She did not look very comfortable, but that was not My concern. As a final touch, I covered her eyes with a blindfold.

She looked so gorgeous laying there. At 28, her body was firm and trim. I made sure she kept in top condition, paying for her monthly gym membership and checking to make sure she actually used it. I had worked with a personal trainer friend to develop a workout plan that kept her in shape and able to perform and I made sure she kept to it. Her work had paid off too, she was a beautiful girl and as physically fit as any 20 year old hardbody. Her large tits strained against the ropes holding them, and I could see the glint of moisture between her legs telling Me she was enjoying this as much as I.

Her body shifted a bit under My gaze as she tried to find a comfortable position. Stirred from My daydreaming by her movement, I turn My attention back to the bag and its contents. I lifted out a small flogger consisting of a wooden handle attached to many strands of soft, twisted cord. This is just the implement to bring her pain/pleasure without leaving marks.

I stood beside the bed and slowly dragged the soft cords across her face. As I did so, a tremor of anticipation rippled through her body. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! I struck her breasts with three quick stokes. She moaned loudly. I struck her breasts several more times in rapid succession, and on the final stroke she screamed louder than was permissible as the pain grew worse.

“Quiet,” I said. “Do you want the neighbors pounding on the walls?”

“No, Master, I am sorry. It just feels so incredible!”

“Any more noise from you and I will gag you!”

And with that I turned My attention to the inner surfaces of her thighs. SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! She strained at the ropes and tried to turn her body away, but there was no escaping the bonds that held her firmly. I changed positions and the next stroke, a firm one, cut into her pussy lips. She screamed in surprise. I struck her again and again, and her pussy lips became engorged and streaked, though the skin was not broken. Her moans and screams got louder as her pussy took more and more abuse. Finally it got to the point I was afraid someone from the hotel staff would come by.

“Ok, I warned you. Now I am going to have to gag you!” I said. I reached into the bag and brought out a rubber ball gag. She looked at it and I thought I heard a soft moan as I came closer.

“I’m sorry I am so loud, Master.” she said.

“Well this will take care of your enthusiastic caterwauling!” I said smiling. “Now open that mouth.” She opened her mouth and after setting the ball gag in place and buckling the strap behind her head, I was satisfied we wouldn’t have hotel security coming down on us. 

She looked so lovely laying there on the bed, legs spread wide apart, eyes covered by a blindfold, and mouth gagged. As I took in her beauty, I slowly undressed, carefully folding My clothes and placing them on the other bed. I intentionally did not speak to her. I wanted her to wonder what was coming next, what I might choose to do to abuse her body.

I searched through the bag, and pulled out a long, black riding crop. I moved to the foot of the bed and looked up at her between her splayed legs. Juices still dripped from her slick, shaved pussy, and the bed was already soaked with her cum. I was fortunate to have brought along a small digital camera and looking at her laying there bound helpless and so obviously turned on was a picture I needed to have. Besides, I thought that I might send her a copy of the photo just to remind her of the time we spent together. So I grabbed My camera and took several pictures including several close-ups of her wetness.

Setting the camera aside, I stepped back to the foot of the bed. I raised the crop, and without warning struck her firmly on her clit. CRACK! Her body convulsed in pain. A muffled scream escaped around the gag. Her soft skin immediately turns crimson at the site of the impact.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! I hit her hard enough to cause pain to shoot through her body but not hard enough to leave anything other than short-term redness. After all, she was My sweet submissive and I couldn’t bear to cause any real damage to her. I reached forward and caressed her clit roughly. She tried to pull away, but the restraints held her fast.

CRACK! “Don’t try to pull away from Me again, or you will regret it. Do you understand?”

“Umurggh,” she responded. I took that to be a yes.

I pinch her reddened clit between My fingers, softly at first and then harder and harder. She moved her ass from side to side but did not pull away. Cum flowed easily from her sodden pussy. I moved My hand down and slipped a couple fingers between her engorged lips. It glided easily inside. I pumped My fingers deep inside her, imagining how her pussy would feel wrapped around My erect cock. Those thoughts aroused My body and My curiosity, and I decided to see for Myself.

“Enough with the fun and games. I am going to fuck you now.” I growled deeply. “But I want to hear you. I want to hear you moan…hear you beg. I want to hear you cum.” I said and I removed the ball gag from her mouth.

“Ohhh…please…” her moan told Me she was more than ready. But I wanted to tease her a bit more.

“Want to feel My cock in that wet pussy? Want Me to split that sweet pussy with My hard cock, slut?”

“Please, Master!”

“Tell Me. Tell Me what you want.”

“Please, Master! Ohh please fuck me! Fuck Your slut and take what’s Yours! Ohhhh fuck me pleeease!”

I smiled and climbed over her. I pointed My aching cock at her hungry hole and teased her pussy lips with the head, running it up and down her wet slippery slit and smacking it against her clit. Each time I hit her hypersensitive clit she gasped and arched her back a bit.

“Ohhhh, fuck! Master, please don’t tease…I can’t stand it!” she whimpered.

I saw the desperation in her face. She was Mine - her whole body her mind, her soul was Mine. It’s time to take what is Mine.

I placed My cock at her entrance. Slowly I eased into her…I watched as My cockhead parted her sweet petals and disappeared slowly into her wet heat.

“OHHHHGODDD!” she cried out as I pushed Myself into her. I pushed until My mushroom cockhead popped past her opening. I paused there for a moment before continuing.

“Do you want more, slut? Do you want more cock?”

“Yessss…ohhh please! I want it! I want it alllll….” she whined trying to push her hips up to get Me deeper in her.

With one savage, brutal, thrust I obliged her, burying My hard cock balls deep in her pussy.

The suddenness of My attack and the feeling of My cock buried deep inside her was too much for her.

“OHHHHFFFUUUUUCCCCKKK!!! I’MMMM CCCUUUMMMMMINGGGGG!!!” she screamed.

I felt her warm wet juices as she exploded around My cock. I kept pumping in and out of her roughly, tearing her pussy up even as she came over and over. She tossed her head back and forth violently as her mind exploded in synch with her pussy. She arched her back and held it in a erotic seizure of unbridled pleasure and lust. Still I thrust into her pounding her pussy like a machine until she collapsed again onto the bed.

I slowed My pumping in and out to a very slow and teasing pace as I let her catch her breath. I smiled at her soft mewling as I pulled slowly out until just the head remained inside before pushing back in. She was moaning something incomprehensible as she lay there panting for breath. 

Despite her restraints, she tried to spread her legs farther apart as if asking for more. I pushed harder and increased the tempo of My thrusts again. I enjoyed the sight and feel of her pussy lips squeezing My cock. I pushed harder, and her moans told Me that she was beginning to climb again towards another orgasm. I pushed harder, stretching her wide, forcing My cock deeper inside her.

She arched again trying to better accommodate My stabbing cock. Her pussy became squishy with her wetness, and the sounds of her pussy and her aroma permeated the room.

I could tell that she was coursing towards orgasm. Thrusting hard, I gauged her movements and the moans escaping her parted lips. Just as I felt that she was about to climax, I reached up and took her nipple in between My fingers and pinched the bud hard.

Her body arched again with pain and pleasure. Her ass lifted off the bed time after time as her orgasm swept through her, and I wondered for a moment if the restraints would hold. She came hard and squirted her nectar onto the foot of the bed. She squirted again and again, and soon the entire end of the bed was saturated with her juices. And still her body jerked in ecstasy. The restraints held firm, and after a bit her trembling body settled back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she panted for breath to cool her searing lungs.

Her naked body glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, little rivulets running across her tummy and down her sides. I watched her there, blindfolded and spread-eagled, on the bed and could only imagine the pleasure that I had just brought her. I shoved two fingers into her oozing pussy scooping out a bit of her own cum and had her lick her cum off of My fingers.

“Taste yourself. Taste what you have become. A slut. A cum-oozing slut.” I growled.

She seemed to enjoy the task, so I allowed her to lick until every droplet had been removed. Once she was finished, I pulled away from her. Now it was My turn and I sat on the bed quietly for several minutes to give her time to think about what might come next. She, of course, had no clue, but her active mind worked to conjure up many painful and pleasurable scenarios, I am certain. One thing I have learned over the years as a Master, is that a slave’s mind is a potent weapon and properly focused, it can serve to make her experiences so much more powerful She turned her head towards Me as she heard Me rummaging through the bag again. I found what I was searching for, but again I sat quietly. The silence of the room enveloped us and all I could hear was her shallow breathing as she tried to anticipate My next move.

I pressed open the clip I held between My fingers, and silently moved My hand so that it hovered inches over her erect nipple. Without warning, I snapped the strong clip onto her nipple. The sudden, unexpected pain of the clamp caused her body to jerk against the restraints, but they held firm.

She screamed as the pain shot through her, but I clamped My hand over her mouth quickly.

“Silence! You want everyone to hear your screams of pleasure?”

“Mummph.”

I checked to make sure that the clip was firmly seated, then I clipped the second one to her other nipple and pinched it hard so that it dug into her delicate flesh. She began whimpering, but I knew that she was enjoying the pain, so I paid no attention to the pitiful sounds.

“Open wide,” I said, slapping her face moderately hard as I knelt beside her head. She obeyed instantly, and I thrust My hard cock between her soft lips and down her throat. She gagged a bit, and I pulled back. After giving her a moment to recover, I thrust in again, deeper and harder this time, and quickly withdrew. Thrust hard! Pull back! Deep and hard! Deeper! Harder! I was fucking her mouth, plunging as far as I could without making her gag. Her mouth suctioned My cock like a vacuum as her tongue swirled around its hardness. Her teeth lightly scraped My flesh on every stroke, but she was careful to keep from causing Me pain. Such a good girl. The pain was for her. I was the pain giver and she was the pain receiver.

With that thought in mind, I reached for the nearby riding crop. Raising the crop high, I brought it down across her tits just as I thrust My cock down her throat. Surprised by the pain, she involuntarily nipped Me with her teeth.

“Bitch,” I murmured. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

As punishment for her indiscretion, I struck her clit again and again with the crop—CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. She twisted and writhed in a combination of pain/pleasure and sucked hard on My cock. I considered this a signal that she wanted more, so I began fucking her mouth more aggressively. I leaned over her with My hand on the bed’s headboard so that I could thrust My cock more directly into her mouth. I pumped hard and soon My cock was sliding into her throat. The tightness felt like warm pussy clasping My erect cock.

Before long, she began to relax enough that I was able to fuck her mouth hard without causing her to gag, but I still knew there were limits on how deep I could go. I paused to give her time to catch a breath, then I plunged in again and again. I felt My body building toward climax, and I prepared to fill her mouth with cum. As I thrust hard, I shot My load down her throat just as she reached the crest of another powerful orgasm. Her body convulsed wildly as she came, squirting once again onto the saturated bed sheets. Her stream of cum was interrupted by each spasm of her pussy, but then it squirted once again as her muscles relaxed again. Over and over again she squirted though with diminishing force, until her well finally went dry.

I pulled away from her. Her mouth remained open as she sucked in each ragged breath, and for a moment it seemed that she was having trouble catching her breath, but soon she was breathing evenly again. As I watched, occasional tremors coursed through her body. I stood and stepped to the foot of the bed and watched her pussy as it went through its final convulsions. Such a lovely sight!

“How was that?” I asked.

“That was unreal! Can we do it again?”

Her response made Me grin. No, I thought to myself, we can’t do it again. I sat beside her as I waited for her breathing to return to normal. She was quiet as I waited. After several minutes, I stood up next to the bed. I looked directly down on her bound body. Her breasts were still red from being slapped earlier. Her nipples were purple and distended from the pressure of the clips. There are traces of My cum around her mouth, and her lips were bruised and slightly swollen from My assault. Her clit and the area around her pussy were fiery red from the stokes delivered with the riding crop. Much of the lower end of the bed was soaked with her juices. My, my, my, I thought. She was indeed a lovely sight!

I untied her restraints and unwrapped the rope from around her body. She stretched her legs and rubbed her hands together to restore circulation. I was pleased to note that the padded restraints left only slightly reddened bands around her ankles.

As I stood beside the bed, I gave her the next command. “Up on your hands and knees with your ass toward Me. And move quickly!”

She complied with My order, and soon her luscious pussy with its full lips was directly in front of Me. I adjusted her position so that she was right where I wanted her to be. I reached down and felt her wetness, noting the fact that she pulled away slightly due to the tenderness of her whipped flesh. I thought for a moment about what I wanted to do to her next. She was Mine to treat as I wanted, at least for another hour or two. How much pain did I want to inflict? How many times did I want to make her cum? Or should I even let her cum? That’s it. I had answered My own question. Without warning, I used the flat of My hand to smack her on the ass. SMACK! I hit her again and again, and she cried out softly with each stroke. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! After several strokes, I stopped.

“What are you?”

“A slut, Master.”

“Whose slut?”

“Your slut, Master.”

“Are you sure? I don’t think I believe you.”

“Yes, Master! I am Yours, only Yours! I am Your slut, Your whore. I belong to only You!”

“That’s what I wanted to hear. But now you have to get dressed so I can take you home.”

“Can’t I shower first? I smell of sweat and sex.”

“No. No shower. If your husband notices, you will just have to think quickly and come up with an acceptable explanation. But you need to be sure not to undress in front of him, or he will see My handprints on your ass and the crimson scars around your clit. Now get dressed without another word.”

The Ad

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Dom searching for a Sub” was the headline in the ad. Nothing really spectacular or eye catching about it. The content of the ad was no more attention getting either: “If you think you are interested in learning more or applying for a position, email me at xxxxxx@xxxx.com.” That’s it - just a generic ad with a generic email address, lost amongst the dozens of others in the personals section of the newspaper.

It began with simple click of the mouse. She had done it - against her better judgment and knowing that common sense advised against it, she had answered a personal ad. Once she read the headline she knew that if she didn’t respond it would be something that she would regret. As she typed out her response, her heart beat faster, in the anticipation of getting back an answer.

“I am interested in finding out what you are seeking in your sub. I wish to learn more about you and your intentions. I have been in this type of relationship before and enjoyed it very much. I hope to talk to you very soon.”

The email was sent off into cyberspace with high hopes that it might lead to something promising. She sat the rest of the night reading her book, searching for a movie to watch and making a snack. She was curled up on the couch with nothing but a tank top and panties on, and a blanket across her bare legs. She got up and refilled her drink, and grabbed a dish of popcorn and returned to the couch. As she was flicking through the channels on the TV for something to watch, something suddenly told her to check her email. As her fingers typed in the password her heart was beating faster. As it opened she could see it. There it was a response, her heart lept into her throat as she clicked on it. There it was a reply; she could feel butterflies growing inside her stomach.

“Tell me more.” the email said “I would like to know more of what you know of the lifestyle. I am interested to know more about you. Give me a bit of your background and experience. I have enjoyed being a Dom in the past and with recent relationship changes, would like to do it again with the right girl. If you are still interested write me back.”

With that her fingers slid to keys and she began to type. She knew that it may not amount to anything more then a few passed emails and she kept telling herself not to get too wrapped up in what may not happen. But at the same time, she could feel her excitement grow between her pussy lips, her panties getting damp. She was opening up her soul to someone she hadn’t even met yet, surely there would be no harm in letting him know a little more. As she wrote, her face became warm and flushed, her nipples started to harden. She shifted herself on the couch and read over what she had written. Not quite sure whether to send right away or not, she did not want to seem too anxious.

“I read your reply and it made my heart jump. I would be interested in knowing what you expect of your sub. Do you prefer that your sub be knowledgeable or someone that you are able to teach? I know of the lifestyle and it excites me to know that you are interested more. I have been in search of someone in your status, since I too have had a recent relationship change, and it’s exciting to have seen your ad.

I have long auburn hair, blue eyes and am 5’6”. I enjoy the lifestyle and I do not know much but am always willing to learn and enjoy being taught. I was surprised to see such a quick response from you. I wish to hear more about you. I will leave my cell number for you to contact me if you wish. I am hoping to hear back soon, as I am eager to get to know you better. Have a good evening and we will talk soon.

Natalie.”

She left it at that and clicked send, off it went. Would she get another response? Would she be owned again? Her heart fluttered as she washed her face and slipped into bed. She curled up under the blankets and sank her head onto her pillow, closed her eyes and dreamed sweet dreams of them finally meeting.

The next day she continued on with her routine, eating breakfast, getting ready for work, and then on her way she went. She carried through the day wondering if he had responded or if he was like most guys out there, and just wanted to use her. She got to thinking of her past relationships and how she had been hurt, used and abused, for others pleasure. She got scared that she may be repeating a painful routine.

Was she doing the right thing by talking to someone she had met online?

What would come out of it?

Would he hurt her like the others have?

She stopped what she was doing and sat still at her desk. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and made herself stop the never ending parade of “what if” questions. She needed to take things slowly, one step at a time, and at a pace she could handle. But this was easier said then done - her entire past was all about pleasing others. If the guy wanted it, she gave it to him to make him happy. No matter how she felt about it, her feelings didn’t matter so long as he was happy. In return though she was hurt by them. Abandoned. Never another call…never another text…nothing but lonely, devastating, emptiness. And those guys who did stick around for any length of time had hurt her physically as well as emotionally. She did not want this to happen again. She couldn’t have it happen again. She had to take this slow, she had to remind herself that she was in control; she was the one that made the rules.

Emails passed through each others fingertips over the next few days, she became fond of him, she had told him a bit about her past and he didn’t run, a true gentleman. He told her of his situation and why he was looking and she understood and promised to help. So far she believed every word from him, not skeptical or analytical, but she felt his words were sincere.

It was Thursday night and the last email to leave her fingertips for the night was one to him, one that mentioned of her wants, dreams and hopes for the future. Never once did he pressure her into answering anything that she did not feel comfortable doing. The following day went along with texts here and there. She smiled as she read them and returned them. Later that afternoon her phone buzzed and there it was, a message that she was not expecting to see so soon.

“When can we meet? Are you free tonight?” his text read. Natalie’s heart skipped a beat as she read it.

“I am free. Where and what time were you thinking?” she replied, her hands shaking as she typed. She could hardly breathe.

As they corresponded back and forth about where they would meet, what time it would be, and what he wanted her to wear, she reassured herself that she was doing the right thing. She had butterflies in her stomach and she wasn’t sure of what they were from. Was it the nervousness of meeting someone new, someone who she had only corresponded with less then a week? Or maybe it wasn’t the excitement of meeting someone new - it was the excitement of finally getting to meet HIM.

She quickly got her errands done and went home. Finding it hard to keep it to herself, she told a very close friend about everything that had happened in the last few days and her friend’s response was to be careful and take it slow. Natalie asked her friend to accompany her on this first meeting just for moral support and she agreed. The girls spent the evening talking and ripping her closet apart trying to find something suitable for her to wear. He had asked her to wear a red dress as red was his favorite color. Unfortunately, she didn’t have anything that would work. So she quickly ran to her computer and sent him an email explaining that what he had picked for her to wear she did not have, but would find something of similar color and wear it. At the end of the email message she added about bringing her friend due to the situation and having someone there break the ice as she reminded him that she was very shy. He was very understanding of her feelings and agreed readily to her friend accompanying her.

So while her friend made herself comfortable in the living room, Natalie ran upstairs grabbed a towel and headed into the shower.

What was she thinking?

What was she doing?

Is this what she wanted?

Of course this is what she wanted! She was the one who responded to the ad, she was the one who kept the correspondence going and did not end it. She was the one who said yes.

Her shower was hot and steamy and all she could think about was meeting him. As she got out and dried off she glanced at herself in the mirror and blushed, her heart raced as she made her way to her room to get dressed. She was rushing herself because she was anxious; they weren’t meeting for another 2 hours and she was already dressed and half way done her makeup. Her phone buzzes and she looks, it’s him, and she smiles as she reads.

“Are you nervous yet?”

“Yes, but not sure if nerves or excitement”, she replies back.

“What will you be wearing for me?”

“I am sorry. I tried finding something that you wanted me to wear, but I couldn’t.” her fingers trembling with excitement.

“I will let you know when I am on my way. See you soon.”

She’s sitting on the couch across from her good friend, Taylor, as they reminisced about the last time they went out and what a good time they had. Taylor then asked what made her go online and respond to a personal ad. She began to tell Taylor about her dreams, fantasies, and wants. Her needs and her need for him.

Natalie started at the beginning and explained to Taylor her submissiveness and why she needed this. Taylor sat with inquisitive eyes and open ears and listened with great intent. Natalie began by telling her her most wanted fantasy.

She would be dressed in black boots that go to her knees, and they would have a bit of a heel. Her corset would be black; with lace both in front and back, it would accentuate her curves in all the right places, her breasts bare. Stockings and lace panties to match. Her hair would be up in a ponytail, but would not be there for long, and her make-up done as he had always liked it. Eyes lined in black, mascara to make lashes appear longer and fuller, blue eye shadow with shimmering silver out towards her eyebrows. Her nipples would have the silver rings he had picked out for to wear when she was around him.

She would be standing in the bedroom against the end of the bed with her back towards the door. She would have the bed made neat and lying on top of his pillow would be a box. She reached into the box to begin pulling out the contents and laying them out on the bed.

First out of the box was a black silk blindfold. It made her wet whenever she saw it. It was soft against her warm skin; she held it in her hand before placing on his pillow. She reached back into the box and pulled out his cat-o-nine. It was about 20” long with a 6” wooden handle. The cat had nine leather strips coming from a handle. She remembered the first time she saw it she was almost amused at the sight of it. It was so small and so innocent looking. But she found out it didn’t matter as much the size of the tool as it is how he used it. It may look small but the marks it left were just as blowing as if it were a bigger one. The sound of it snapping against her bare buttocks was very intriguing and the more she held it the more she wanted it used on her. As she continued to empty his box she could feel herself getting wet and excited, but was there a reason for her to get excited? He was coming over but she was not sure if it was to punish her for something she may have done or if it was just playtime. Either way she couldn’t wait for him to get there, as her excitement grew so did the wet spot between her legs, and did the throbbing of her clit against her piercing.

She heard a noise; she quickly put the lid on the box and returned it safely underneath her bed. She quickly glanced in the mirror to make sure she was perfect for him. With that she stood still and straight at the foot of the bed. She could hear him walking up the stairs, but he did not come in right away, he turned and went into the bathroom.

It seemed like hours, but he finally entered the room. Goose bumps began to appear all over her body as she stood with her eyes closed. She needed him, wanting to feel his touch.

He reached his hand out and spun her around so that she was facing him. He looked at her from her hair to her toes, and he nodded with content as he ran his fingers over her nipples. They became hard and alert with his touch; she closed her lips so that her moan could not be heard coming from them.

Taylor stopped Natalie from going on as it was starting to excite her as well. Besides it was time to head out, they were hoping to get there before he did so they could get a good seat. A seat in which would be far enough away that he would have to stand and look for them for a few moments, but close enough that Natalie could spot him as he walked in. She wanted to get the first look at him before he spotted her, thinking that it would give her some kind of advantage

They reached the meeting spot and went inside. It was a small and quaint little bar. It was quiet that night - there was a couple in the corner playing pool and a few at the dart board. Three or four patrons, in various stages of inebriation, sat at the bar nursing their drinks. The girls found a seat and sat there together enjoying the music and having a drink. Natalie’s nerves began to act up again, but she knew it was from the building excitement of the night to come.

“On my way.” was all the text said and as Natalie read it, her heart skipped a few beats, her cheeks became flush and Taylor knew it was him.

Natalie sat in her chair with her back to door, hoping to get the courage to turn around and watch for him, but it was too late - he was already standing behind her. She could feel him; she could feel his presence and knew that everything was going to be ok and that her search was over.

“Hello, Natalie.” he said from behind her. She sat for a second summoning the courage to turn around. She looked at Taylor to get some clue and saw her smiling. She turned around slowly. Her eyes fell first on his chest and his black button-front shirt. Raising her eyes slowly, she scanned his body finally settling on his face and eyes. His eyes…piercing blue sapphires set in the most gorgeous face she had ever laid eyes on. He had a strong chin, a soft, yet determined countenance and a stubble beard well trimmed. His collar-length dark brown wavy hair framed his face well. Natalie found herself at a complete loss of words.

He saw her struggling for something to say and eased her embarrassment. “My name is Mark. I’m glad to meet you finally.”

“H..hi, Mark.” she stammered finally. She blushed as she heard her own voice. He reached out and lifted her chin with his finger. He lowered his face to her and kissed her lips very gently. She melted completely. 

The three of them sat there listening to the music and talking. Taylor asked him the questions that Natalie was too afraid to ask. Taylor was not known to be the shy one, and Natalie counted on her boldness to get the answers she sought. He sat between both of them and paid for a round of drinks. After being there for a bit, he asked what Natalie had planned for the rest of the night. Taylor, feeling tired, asked if she could get a ride home. Natalie nodded her head and then made plans to go for a drive after so that her and Mark could get to know one another more. With that Mark leaned over and gave a small gentle kiss on her lips. She could feel her face blush again as she reached for her jacket.

Natalie dropped Taylor off at home and rushed back to their meeting place. Mark was waiting there for her and in her amazement was just as kind and soft spoken as he was earlier. Natalie was not sure if he was just acting when the three of them were together, but this would let her know for sure.

She got in his car and he drove, he turned the heat on as she was starting to shiver, but she wasn’t sure if it was the temperature or the company that was causing it. He reassured her with soft spoken words that she was fine and that he would take it as slow as she wanted, that he would take care of her. Natalie was starting to warm up to him, a bit of the shyness had gone away. As they drove they talked about the emails that were passed between one another. Mark made Natalie feel warm and safe. Inside, Natalie wanted him to take her, wanted to feel his endowment, wanted to be his.

He pulled the car over on a side road with no houses or lights to be seen for miles, he wanted to finish the kiss they had started earlier that night. With that he reached over and touched her cheek, his hands were warm and soft, she started to blush again. He was curious as to why she was this way, but knew it would only make her more uncomfortable if he asked her. He ran his hands behind her neck and pulled her gently towards them. Their lips met and she let out a moan, he pressed his lips harder against her and their tongues started to intermingle. His hands were strong and yet gentle, his voice so deep, soothing and reassuring. Her wetness began to grow between her thighs and her clit throbbed for his touch.

Natalie could not let herself go too far, she had to take this one slow, and she wanted to make sure he was here because of needing and wanting her, not because he could get laid.

His hand slid down her neck and across her shoulders, she moaned some more, a little louder this time. Mark looked at her through his blue eyes and smiled gently, he knew she wanted him, he knew she was the one. He sat up in his seat and started the car. He put his hand on her left thigh and began to drive away. The rest of the drive all she could think about was his soft lips placed on top of hers. His hand was warm on her thigh and she stared out the window with a smile on her face.

Mark pulled into the driveway and turned off the ignition. She stared at the front door, knowing that she needed to be with him, she slowly reached over for the handle. She got out and Mark scurried to the front door to get it unlocked as the night air was crisp and the wind was cool. Natalie stood in the front hall, Mark put his hands on her shoulders, gently helping her take her coat off. He hung it up in the closet alongside his. Mark took her hand and led her up the stairs to his room. Natalie stopped herself at the door, her palms sweaty, and asked to be shown the bathroom. Mark turned to the right and turned on the light. He turned around and headed into the room.

Natalie turned on the cold water at the sink and let it run as she stared at herself in the mirror.

What was she doing?

This was not supposed to happen tonight, she was supposed to take it slow, but she couldn’t make herself leave. This is what she wanted, she wanted him to own her, and she wanted him to need her. She needed to please herself by pleasing him. She splashed cool water on her face, turned off the tap, dried her hands and face off and left the bathroom.

She returned to the bedroom door and to her amazement Mark was sitting on the end of his bed. He looked up and patted the spot beside him; Natalie went over and sat down beside him. He stood up in front of her gazing into her eyes he moved his hand to her shoulder and slid his fingers under her bra strap. He knelt down in front of her their lips meeting again; he met the bottom of her shirt with his fingers and started to raise it over her head. She stood up and let him undo the buttons to her jeans. He took hold of the waist and slid them down over her legs to the floor. Mark gently gestured and Natalie took her seat again on the end of the bed. He was kneeling there looking at her in amazement and smiled. Natalie, with the excitement growing deep inside, knew everything was going to be ok. Mark approved and that was all that mattered.

Mark gently nudged Natalie further back on the bed and she laid there, only wearing her bra and panties. He ran his fingers over her panties and his hands paused as he passed over her wetness. He moved his hands up to her shoulders and reached for her bra straps. Natalie arched her back so he was able to slide his hands under and undo her bra. Natalie lifted her arms and Mark slipped it over and tossed it to the floor.

“You want it so badly, don’t you?” Mark asks softly, while rolling a nipple tightly between his thumb and forefinger.

“Yess…Oh god….” she moaned out loud.

Natalie felt as if she was on fire. Her mind was clouded with lust and she wasn’t sure if what she had just said was even language at all. He smiled a wicked smile. She gasped as he started to slap her breasts; short stinging slaps that made her nipples expand and harden. He leaned over and took a nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking. Each sensation sent a jolt of electricity to her pulsing clit.

Her hips ground and rotated. Mark slid her panties over her hips and down her smooth legs and they landed on the floor at the end of the bed.

Her juices flowing, the wetness running down her inner lips, Natalie moaned and arched her back as the welcome sensations she so longed for raced through her body. Just as she was about to beg him to stop, he took his hands from her breasts and reaching down, slid two cool fingers deep into her pussy, testing the wetness.

“Ohhhhh….” she groaned as her vaginal walls contracted and clamped down trying to increase friction against his fingers. Fluids swirled about his fingers and ran down the palm of his hand.

“I see you’re ready.”

At that point Mark thrust his dripping fingers between her lips. She licked them frantically, tasting, trying to please him.

He reached over to the bedside and took a long drink of ice water, keeping several cubes in his mouth when he was done. He climbed back on the bed and bent his head down between her vibrating thighs. His ice cold tongue licked her burning clit, making her scream inside. His hands forced her thighs apart as he clamped his cold mouth to her pussy. His tongue probed her molten furnace, drawing out fluids as his teeth scraped across her swollen clit.

He sucked her clit relentlessly, swirling his tongue around her throbbing clit until she burst forth in a wave of orgasm that lifted her hips off the bed.

“OHHHHMYYYGOODDD!” Natalie cried out as she came harder than she could ever remember. Her hips bucked and twisted under him as he held her down, the feeling of restraint only giving her permission to buck harder. The throes of her orgasm took her away…to a place she had dreamed of but until now never visited. She was in complete bliss and wanted so much to stay there. But eventually her orgasm subsided and she returned to him.

As Natalie lay there still shuddering, he laid on top of her. He took her face in his hands and parted her lips with his wet tongue. She sucked her own salty juices from his mouth in a haze of afterglow.

Suddenly he stopped, grabbed her chin and looked at her straight in the eye. “Are you mine?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Completely mine and belonging to no other?” he asked again.

“Yes.”

He gently turned her around and started kissing her again. She trusted him completely and knew he would not take it too far. His breath on her face felt good. She could feel him running his hands down her body to her breasts. Suddenly she felt a pinch on her nipple and gasped.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“It’s good… I like it.” she replied.

Suddenly a pinch on the other one. Again she gasped as a jolt of pleasurable pain surged through her body. She could feel his hot breath on her throbbing breasts as he sucked on her nipple to get it rock hard. He bit down and another surge of pain rushed through her. Her pussy started dripping with juices again and she knew her reward was coming for being such a good slave.

Natalie’s g-spot was still bulging from the stimulation and he found it right away with his fingers. She could feel his cock pushing against her inner thigh as he pushed himself against her. He moved himself into position and plunged his cock deep into her. A feeling of indescribable ecstasy rushed over her. She knew it wouldn’t take long at all for her to reach another orgasm. He pulled his cock out very slowly and then plunged in as deep as he could go. She could feel his hands around her neck in a slight choke hold. Thrilling chills rushed through her body from his grip on her neck. She moaned louder now, he approved with smile.

Both their breathing became heavier as he sped up his rhythm. She could feel her orgasm building up and getting ready to explode again.

“Shall I go harder?” he asked and she nodded.

He was fucking her as hard as he could and with each thrust Natalie could feel her g-spot growing and wanting to explode. She couldn’t hold back any longer. He held her head up by her throat and she screamed as the orgasm took over. Her pussy had clamped down around his cock and was pulsating with each wave. He was getting closer to his own orgasm as hers started to subside. He pulled out quickly and stood up, shooting his cum on her stomach, breasts and on her face. She could feel his cum running down her sides. She knew at that moment that she was now marked and was completely his.

This was a first for both of them, a first for him being her Dom and a first for her being his Sub. She had never felt as close to anybody as she did now to him. Natalie undoubtedly belonged to him in mind, body and soul and she belonged to no other.

Natalie lied on the bed in total and complete exhaustion and wondered what would happen next,

Would she be able to move?

Would she be allowed to move?

Better yet, would her legs support her if she tried to walk?

Mark got off the bed and told her not to worry and not to move. He reassured her that everything was ok and with that he left the room. He returned with a blanket, so soft and gentle, and laid it over her still quivering body. He slid in bed beside her, laid his arm across her stomach. She lifted her head and laid it back down on his arm.

Mark tenderly kissed her shoulder and squeezed her gently.

“Well what do you think, Natalie - should we give this relationship thing a go?”

“He needed to ask that?” she thought to herself. Even though she wanted to scream out her answer from the rafters, she paused for a moment trying to sound too anxious and hasty.

“I…I would like that, Mark.” she said gripping the bed sheets so tight her knuckles turned white.

“Then I guess you should start calling me Master.”

“Thank you.” Natalie says smiling.

“Thank you, what?”

“Thank you…Master.” The sound of the words coming out of her mouth made her heart leap. She was his. She belonged to her Master.

“Good night my sweet subbie.” he whispered into her ear.

She rolled slightly on her side and he nuzzled behind her, his chin resting in the nape of her neck. Natalie snuggled into his forearm and closed her eyes, a broad happy smile on her face.

She was in her Masters arms now and felt safe, her mind returned to the ad and butterflies jump into her stomach again. Laying there next to him, she drifted off to sleep.

Accepted

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She was home waiting for her Master’s arrival. She had done as his email had instructed and was sitting on her chair at the computer desk naked, with her head down and her hands folded in her lap. With her eyes cast down, she could only listen for her Master’s voice to know when he had arrived. She had her web cam up and running with the headset volume turned up so she wouldn’t miss him as he instructed her. Amy had found Master through a BDSM message board on an adult website that specialized in that kind of sexual practice. Following a nasty divorce from her abusive prick of a husband and 3 years of pitiful dating and shallow, meaningless relationships, she had taken to frequenting the websites that catered to the bondage scene. It wasn’t just curiosity that led her there. The one good thing that her ex had done was to introduce her to BDSM. However, once he had her interest piqued, he took full advantage of her submissive side and used and abused her submission for his own purposes. Even still, she secretly wished to relinquish control sometimes, to relax a little for awhile and let someone else make the decisions for a change. That way she would be freed from the consequences of those decisions - some of which had been pretty heartwrenching and painful.

And so with no actual experience in the Dominant/submissive world, she plunged headlong into the sometimes turbulent waves of online BDSM. It wasn’t long either before she was snatched up by someone who immediately took control and granted her a probationary period as one of his “online toys”. She had no idea what aspects of “The Life” she might find appealing and no real concept of what serving a BDSM master actually entailed, but she was ready to give it a try to find out…or so she thought.

She sat in front of the computer webcam for almost a quarter of an hour past the appointed meeting time that He had directed her to be in position. Her computer screen was blank, but she knew her Master was watching her, testing her to make sure that she would stay in position until otherwise directed. Her neck was starting to ache from keeping her head down, but she held her position. She didn’t want to fail this first test. She was ready to begin and eager to proof herself to the man who she hoped would soon become her Master.

Suddenly the sound of a deep, booming male voice caused her to jump.

“Out of the chair and on your knees!”

Amy slid to her knees so fast her chair rolled backward and hit the door to her bedroom. She dropped to her knees, narrowly missing catching her chin on the desktop as she fell. She bent over and placed her face on the floor in front of her, the only contact with her Master now being the headset she wore.

“So you think you want to become a submissive, do you?”

“Y-yes, Sir.” Amy kept her head on the floor and her hands next to her forehead.

“What makes you think I would want you?”

The question bewildered her. She had no experience at being a submissive. She didn’t consider herself to be all that attractive - certainly not as beautiful as some of the women she had seen in pictures on the Internet. And thanks to her ex husband’s constant berating her and the countless failed relationships she had had since, deep in the recesses of her mind that usually stayed hidden she felt she had no real value. To him or anyone else really. Her cheeks went cold and her pulse quickened. Surely he wouldn’t reject her.

“Oh please not another fucking rejection!” she thought quickly. She was offering herself to him sight unseen, exposing the most vulnerable, most hidden side of her being. She didn’t know how to answer him and was afraid not to.

“I…I….I….”, was all she could say.

A long silence let her know that her failed attempt at a reply was not received well.

“What makes you think you are worthy to be a submissive? Do you understand what it is you are even asking?”

Amy was on the verge of breaking down crying.

“Stand up.”

Amy stood, worried that she was about to be dismissed.

“The information I have about you says that you are 35. Is that correct?”

“Yes, Sir.” A little old for such games, she thought. And she was a little on the chunky side. But not so old or fat that she couldn’t make a good submissive, she hoped.

“Take off your blouse.”

“Yes, Sir.” she said. She unbuttoned the long sleeve white blouse that she was wearing. She removed it and laid it carefully next to the computer.

“Now the skirt.”

Slowly she took off the mid-thigh length skirt she had worn to work that day. It dropped to the floor around her ankles. She stepped out of it and folded it neatly, setting it on the table next to her computer on top of the blouse. She stood up in front of the computer camera again.

Amy was all too aware that her figure was not that of a supermodel or one of those gorgeous Internet babes that men drooled over. Her butt was not the tight little apple it once was and her 38D breasts, once proud and firm - the envy of women and the object of many men’s attentions - had begun their inevitable drooping. She had thighs that were thicker than she would like and a bit of a belly. She knew that she was middle-aged and not the tight hardbody that men seemed to like. But she was hoping that her vulnerable openness, and her willingness to be used would make up for physical shortcomings. Even so, her heart still pounded in her chest as she undressed. This man was not just taking her clothes off, he was stripping her of any semblance of self protection and safety against the pain of another rejection.

With her blouse and skirt removed, she stood in front of the screen trying to cover as many imperfections as she could with two hands.

“Now take off the bra and panties.”

She hesitated, as if she hoped he would change his mind. He didn’t.

“Did you not hear My command? Strip. Now!”

She started moving slowly again, first her bra came off, freeing her ample tits. Her nipples now exposed to the cool room air, instantly began to stiffen. Then she moved to wriggle out of her panties. Once free of her hips, they slid easily to the floor. She stepped out of them and placed them in the pile of clothes she once counted on for security.

She stood there now naked and scared, waiting for the next order, hoping that it would come and not a be dismissal.

The first part of her Master’s response was not what she wanted to hear. “A bit out of shape aren’t we? Well we will have to do something about that.” he said. “I just hope that you’re flexible and moldable enough to make this worth my time.”

“I am, sir. I-“

“Shut up! You will not speak unless asked! Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir!” Oh, my god! I screwed up already! she thought. Amy started to quiver but stopped. She remained still and waited.

He sighed. “Before we go any further you have to do something about that unpleasant patch between your legs. Go shave your pubic hair. I want you to be smooth as a baby’s butt. Go, and be quick about it!”

Amy headed for her bathroom at double pace to run some water in the tub. She lathered her pussy with shaving cream, but was too busy trying to hurry and do a proper job and had no time to enjoy the feel of her hands on her pussy made slippery by the water and shaving cream. She dried off her sex and scurried back to the blank computer screen. She resumed her submissive stance and hoped that she had not disappointed him by taking too long.

“That is better. You will keep your pussy shaved just like this for as long as you serve Me, Understand?” he said after a lengthy pause. “Now turn around so I can see your ass.”

She did as ordered.

“Hmm. Turn back around. Sit back down in that office chair. Put your legs over the arms of the chair and spread that pussy.” he commanded

Amy struggled to get her legs up and onto the arms of the chair. Neither the chair or her body were made for that position. Still, she tried and Master scolded her. “Further. All the way. Put your legs on the arms of the chair and spread that pussy. Get them up there!” he said

Finally she made it into the position that he wanted her in. But it was not easy to hold still. Amy grimaced as she did as told. Her thighs were stretched as tight as bow strings—aching bow strings—and her lower back radiated pain. Her pussy though was fully open and presented to her web cam. Master had an excellent view of her most intimate place.

“You’ll get used to the position. It’s painful but it won’t kill you. Now stay there until I say otherwise.”

Sweat ran down Amy’s cheeks and neck. It trickled over her chest, shining on her large heaving breasts. Her legs shook and pain distorted her face. Time dragged on. Five minutes, ten, twenty, an hour. She couldn’t see her bedside clock and lost all sense of time sitting there, perched on the arms of the chair, fighting the pain of the awkward position.

“Ease yourself out of the chair”, he said after an eternity. Amy complied, gasping as new pain raced all over her throbbing muscles.

“Do you have a ruler at your desk?”

“No, Sir, but I know where one is.”

“Fine. Go get it and bring it back here.”

Amy’s legs were shaky but she hurried to do as told.

“Put it on the seat of the chair. Now back into the chair spread open all the way.”

She had to resist groaning as she climbed back into the chair. It was easier this time but far from easy. When her pussy was fully exposed her Master ordered her to reach down and pick up the ruler. He instructed her to take her left breast in her left hand. “Place the flat of the ruler on the nipple”, he told her.

Amy heart sped up as she realized what was about to happen, what the man she wanted to call Master was going to make her do. She knew that pain was always to be expected in the life style but nothing could prepare her to the terror of waiting for it.

“Hold the ruler a foot and a half out”, Master said. “A little farther. There, that’s it. Remember the position. You will always recover the ruler to that distance. Am I understood?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

Oh shit, am I really going to do this? she asked herself. It’s going to hurt like hell!

“You will strike when I say and you will strike hard or you will do it again and again until you get it right. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Amy wilted in the chair, knowing she would do as she was told.

“You will strike each and every time I count out a number.” he paused, letting his words sink in and then much too soon for Amy he called out:

“One!”

Her hand flashed forward as if of its own accord and the pain came as a shock that drove the air from Amy’s lungs. Her nipple felt like it was plunged into a fire. Her hand however did not spring back to the prescribed position and Master called her on it.

“Do it again! One!”

She whacked her tit again, nearly crying out.

“Do it right or we’ll never get off this number! One!”

Amy clamped her teeth over her bottom lip and slapped her nipple again, drawing the ruler out to the proper position.

“That’s better. Two!”

Whack!

“Three!”

Whack!

“Four!”

Amy squeezed her eyes shut and stifled a scream. She faltered in the rhythm of tit spanking that she had fallen into though and got caught.

“Pay attention! Four!”

How she made it to ten she didn’t know, but she made it and knew he would stop then. She almost cried when he called out: “Eleven!”

She broke at thirteen, crying out and sniffling back tears and waiting for fourteen. It didn’t come. Instead he told her to release her pain wracked breast and take up the other one. Here we go again! She stiffened up and waited for the command to start abusing that breast. When it came she whacked her nipple with the ruler and returned to the proper position immediately and did better this time. She only had to repeat five and nine. Master didn’t stop her at thirteen though. He continued on until both breasts had received an equal amount of painful slaps with the ruler.

Amy slumped as much as her stretched open position would allow and hoped that Master would tell her to put down the ruler. She wondered what she should do with it now. It was the same ruler that her son had used in grade school but she had just used it torment her bare breasts. She could never let him or any one use it for its intended purpose now. She couldn’t! How could she see it in someone else’s hands after what she had done with it. Or might yet do with it. Who could tell what perversions Master had in store for her. She felt a strange quivering in her chest at the thought.

Where did that come from? She searched her feelings. Was that a thrill of excitement at the idea of using an everyday object in a perverse fashion? Her potential master disrupted her exhausted dreaminess.

“Pay attention!”

Amy straightened as much as she could.

“Lay the ruler along that worthless slit between your legs!”

Oh my god! Amy’s heart actually skipped a beat as she did as bid. She tensed like never before.

“Draw it out to the prescribed distance.”

Amy did so and froze, already feeling the pain.

Master kept her like that, stock still and anxious with anticipation for long moments and then he said: “Not tonight.”

Amy wasn’t sure she should believe her ears. Had he granted her a reprieve? And was she a little - the tiniest, tiniest bit - disappointed that he had?

“Put the ruler away. I want to see you cum.”

Those words shook Amy more than the possibility of pain. She hated the idea of masturbating in front of anyone. She masturbated, of course, just not with anyone watching. It was a private thing for her, perhaps the most private thing. Still, she was trying to prove to Master that she was fit to be his submissive.

Submissive. How could she ever even think that word about herself? And what’s even more puzzling is why this man she had never met before had such control over her! He was making her do things she would not have dreamed of with anyone else. And she was doing them voluntarily - simply because he told her to!

And yet when Master instructed her to rub her tender pussy lips she did that and more. She plunged her fingers into herself at his command and squeezed her clit with her other hand. Having him watch her gave her an added, unexpected thrill and soon she was lost in the build up to one of the best orgasms she could remember having in a very long time. She threw her head back and bucked her hips up. She hit an explosive climax and sent an arc of fluid spurting out of her vagina. It nicked the edge of her keyboard platform and soaked into the carpet.

Her second and third squirts were less spectacular and her fourth was a trickle that formed a puddle around her butt cheeks, leaving a wet spot on her chair’s cushion. Played out by the mix of pain and pleasure Amy went limp. Her hands dangled over her thighs and the smell of her orgasm permeated the room.

Across the electronic airways came a grumbling sound from Master. Amy tensed again, hoping for an arrangement for a second meeting but fearing the worst. She strained her ears waiting for his response.

“Tomorrow after work you will go by the adult store on Poplar. Do you know the one?”

“Yes, Sir.” her nerves eased up. This sounded good. He was sending her on an errand.

“You will go there and ask for a store clerk named Diane. She will have a package for you. Buy it from her and follow her instructions as if they came from me. And then tomorrow night at 10:00 sharp you will be in this chair naked and spread as you are now. The items from the package are to be spread out on your bed. Failure to follow even the smallest detail of these instructions will result in your dismissal as My submissive. Am I understood? If you are going to become a proper submissive, you are going to have to learn to follow My orders to the letter no matter what they may be.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now our time is up for tonight. When our evenings are done you are to kneel on the floor in submission to Me. That’s it. On your knees, head to the floor. Stay like that for a full count of one hundred before returning to your normal, boring vanilla life.”

Amy stayed bent over, her face pressed to the carpet, smelling her musky after sex scent for several seconds after she reached one hundred, just in case he was still watching.

The Next Day…

Amy’s nerves were on fire the next morning. She couldn’t keep her mind on her work and she kept having to stop to concentrate on her work. She wondered what was in the package that her Master wanted her to pick up and, to make matters worse, her pussy began to send out unexpected tingles periodically as though it had a will of its own. It was responding to last night’s adventure and kept her from focusing on her job. She decided not to wait until after work to go to the sex store. “I’ll go during my lunch,” she told herself. “It shouldn’t take that long just to pick up the package. Right?”

She flew across town as soon as she was free for lunch. And it was only then that she realized that she was going to have to enter the sex store in her work clothes in broad daylight. What if someone she knew saw her going into the store? What would she tell them? What would they say about her? She was still asking herself these questions when she parked her car and walked quickly up the street and into the sex toy store.

Unfortunately it was well lit and there were several people in the store’s well stocked aisles. They were all men and every head turned in her direction. She felt her every flaw and blemish as their eyes roved all over her body and yet despite her nervousness a thrill tripped along her spine. These men were all looking at her with undisguised lust in their eyes. Her pussy tingled again.

“Can I help you?” The young dark-haired girl behind the counter looked more like she belonged in a high school play than in a raunchy sex store. She was sitting on a stool near the register. A display rack of condoms sat near her elbow. “Can I help you?” she repeated. Her voice had an annoyed tone, but something in the mocking smile in her eyes said that she knew why Amy was in the store.

“Someone sent me to pick something up”, Amy managed to say. “I’m supposed to ask for Diane.”

The girl stared at her. Her eyes were hard in her pixie face. Amy squirmed in their gaze much more than she had under the scrutiny of the male patrons. “I’m Diane. Who sent you?”

Amy leaned forward, lowering her voice. “Master.”

Diane stood up and Amy was shocked at the girl’s height. She was very nearly the height of most men with a slender dancer’s body. She is gorgeous, thought Amy, feeling a huge spasm of jealousy. Diane looked like she was about to say something when a customer approached with a box in his hands. “Wait over by the DVD racks.” Diane said to her and went on to take the man’s money. Two more customers walked up and the phone rang so Amy was left alone in the video aisle for several minutes. She browsed among the video covers, frowning at the well built women. There were few men on the covers except for one that really drew her eye. It was titled “Bound to Please”. On the cover was a picture of an impossibly beautiful blonde tied to an X-rack with a ball gag in her mouth and nipple clips. The Master was holding a vibrating wand toy to her shaved pussy and she was obviously about to cum judging by the expression on her face. Amy immediately envied her. She had expertly made up hair, surgically sculptured breasts, long legs and not an ounce of fat on her. And what’s more, she was enjoying what Amy most wanted - being dominated by a imposing Master who was driving her crazy with sexual desire.

Amy picked up the video cover. She lost herself in the sight of the young woman being treated as she obviously was. She jumped when Diane’s voice sounded at her elbow. “Found one you like?”

“Oh, um, no, of course not.” She stammered and replaced the cover on the shelf.

“Follow me then.” Diane smiled her knowing smile and then she led Amy down a dark hallway. They entered an empty back office. Diane locked the door behind them and then turned on Amy. “I’ll give you your package in a while but first I want to play with you a bit.” she said licking her lips.

“Huh?” Amy hadn’t expected this. She wanted to get the package and get back to the office before her lunch was over. “I don’t—I mean, I didn’t know that…” She looked at the locked door. “I-I have to get back before-before my lunch hour is up…”

Diane cocked her head. Her eyes flared with anger. “Master instructed you to obey my words as if they came from him, did he not? Are you going to disobey him?”

“No”, she said immediately. “No, of course not.”

“I didn’t think so”, said Diane. She came at Amy with the fury of a tiger capturing it’s prey. Grabbing the surprised Amy by the throat, she pushed her backwards against the wall. “You will address me as Miss from now on and you will obey my every word. Do you understand me?”

“Yes—yes, Miss.” Amy swallowed hard. Diane wasn’t choking her but her hand clasped tightly over her throat was stirring up strange new feelings.

“Head down. Don’t move.” Diane backed away a few steps and appraised the woman before her. She poked Amy in her soft belly. “You are a fat one, but you hide it well. Nice tits.” Amy blushed as the younger woman hefted one of her breasts. “I bet they’re saggy out of this bra though.” She turned Amy around and scrutinized her backside. “Hips a little wide, thighs too chubby. Nice spankable ass though.” She squeezed Amy’s right buttock like she was judging a peach. “Has this ass ever been spanked?”

“No-no, Miss.” Amy almost forgot the woman’s title but recovered quickly.

“That’s one of the reasons that Master sent you to me. Did you know that?”

“No, Miss.”

“I’m going to give you your first spanking. I love to beat asses like yours. I love to hear sluts like you cry out in pain. Your screams are pure music to me. And you get something special.” she paused and rubbed Amy’s butt. “You get to have an audience to witness your first spanking.”

Amy couldn’t stop herself and let out a whimper of protest. What if someone recognized her? That could ruin her in her personal life as well as in her career.

“But don’t you worry about your identity”, said Amy. “Master has specified that you must remain anonymous, so I’ll protect your identity. Still, there are going to be men watching as I bend you over and lay into that ass of yours.” Diane pushed Amy face first into a corner and left her. Amy could hear her moving around and heard the rustle of cloth. “Turn around, slut”, Diane commanded and when Amy did as told she saw the younger woman had changed out of her jeans and blouse.

She was wearing a black leather teddy with cutouts that displayed her firm high tits and high cut sides that went down in front to an impossibly small patch covering her pussy and formed into a thong back. The teddy was so tight it looked like the girl had to pour herself into it. She wore leather boots so high they came to her mid thigh. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her formerly pixyish features were transformed into a very stern look set off by a wicked snarl. “Like what you see?” she hissed.

“Yes, Miss.”

“Of course you do”, said the slender younger woman. “I look nothing like you. I’m beautiful. Aren’t I?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“And you’re fat, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Let me hear you say it. What are you?”

“I-I’m fat.”

“And a slut. Admit it. Let me hear you say it.”

“I’m a slut.” Amy blushed at saying the words. She knew it was true though. She wasn’t normally a slut but yet here she was in a sex store about to be spanked by a stranger in front of other strangers. She really was a slut.

“Say the whole thing”, commanded Diane. “What are you?”

“I…I’m a fat slut”, Amy said, feeling the truth of the words.

“Yes you are. And I’m going to beat your ass. But first I want you to strip.”

Amy looked at the woman shocked. “Miss?”

“You heard me. Now get out of those clothes - I don’t have all day you know.” Diane said slapping Amy across the face.

Amy was unsure about all of this…it wasn’t what she expected when he gave her this assignment. But she also couldn’t deny the strange tingling in her pussy or the fact that her heart was racing as she did as she was told. Plus there was the ever-present danger of failing this first assignment and being dismissed by her Master…the one thing she most feared. So she complied and got undressed, even as Diane looked on. When she was finished getting undressed, she stood in front of Diane and waited nervously.

“Good.” Diane picked up something from a nearby table and handed it to Amy. “Put this on. It’s easier if you put your chin in the chin cup first and pull it up and back over your head.”

It was a black full head mask. It had eye cut-outs and it came down over the bridge of her nose and under her chin, leaving her nose and mouth uncovered - just in case a ball gag was needed with the mask. She pulled it on and it obscured her face and even hid her short blonde hair. It was latex and tight fitting, like a second skin - she had some difficulty putting it on. “Now put your heels back on and turn around, slut.”

Diane grabbed Amy’s wrists and before the hooded woman knew what was happening, the young woman snapped a pair of handcuffs closed around her wrists. “I can’t have your hands getting in the way while I’m wearing that ass out.” Diane grabbed her by the handcuffs and dragged her toward a door. She opened it and propelled her into a wide open darkened room. They entered onto the back of a low round stage and Diane shoved the bound Amy into the stage’s center next to piece of furniture that resembled a leather covered saw horse. To its right was a table with a selection of paddles on it.

Amy’s breath caught when she saw the wall facing her was made of tall rectangles of darkened glass. She knew that behind each glass partition was someone sitting there eager to watch her pain and humiliation. She was so nervous she had to tighten her legs to keep them from shaking but yet from deep in her middle came a delicious quiver. Her newly shaved pussy went a little moist and she had to concentrate to hear what Diane was saying. “Speak up and tell the paying customers what you are.”

Amy swallowed, focusing on what she was supposed to say. She felt Diane stiffen beside her but realized what to say in time. “I’m a fat slut”, she said in a loud but quavering voice.

“And why are you here?”

“To get my first spanking.” Amy blushed beneath the mask but her pussy went wetter. She could almost feel a rumble of excitement from behind the darkened glass partitions. Diane snatched her by the upper arm and spun her around. “Let’s show them that ass before we get started, shall we?”

Diane bent the handcuffed Amy over exposing her ass to whoever was behind the glass panels. She rubbed the round curves and grabbed a handful of flesh and parted her asscheeks to show off her latest plaything. It suddenly occurred to Amy that they might not all be strangers. Some of them might be people she knew, people who lived hidden lives like hers. The thought that she might know someone watching her caused her pussy to dry up a little. The fear of a different type of exposure washed over her.

“I am so looking forward to laying into that fat ass.”  Diane said. At that she swatted Amy on the ass just to emphasize her statement. Amy yelped at the sudden swat and Diane grinned wickedly.”

“I’ve waited long enough”, announced Diane. She pulled Amy to the spanking horse and bent her over it. She yanked her arms down, fastening them to one side of the horse, then went around and fastened Amy’s ankles to the other side. She roughly moved her into position until she was spread legged with her bare ass to the dark rectangles of glass. Amy was fixed in place, unable to get away and positioned to be spanked.

“Now, then for your safeword. If it were up to me, there would be no such a thing - I think safewords are for the weak willed and timid and they are not used by those who are serious about being a slave. But you are new to this and Master wanted you to have a safeword. So it will be your name. If it gets too intense for you, just call out your name and I will stop. But be forewarned, Master will not like it if you call out your name too early just to get out of a spanking. You had better be at your wit’s end before using the safeword. If I think you are trying to get out of your spanking too early, I will tell Master and he will deal with you himself. Understand me, slut?”

“Y..Yes, Miss.” Amy said gulping.

Diane began by rubbing her bare cheeks, kneading them and spreading them open to the hidden watchers. When Amy gasped the cruel woman told her to be quiet and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red print. Amy clamped her mouth shut, fighting to keep it closed as Diane began to smack her butt with an open hand. The blows came fast yet had little of the bruising force she was expecting. This isn’t so bad, she thought, but as Diane kept up a lengthy assault, a harsh burn began to infuse Amy’s chubby butt cheeks. She started to squirm to get away from it but wasn’t able and Diane only laughed.

“Relax, slut - we’re just getting started”, the cruel woman said, picking up the tempo and force of the blows. Amy shook as her cheeks reddened and the heat of the pain seemed to spread out from her ass and travel to all parts of her body. She didn’t cry out though. Diane stopped and called out to her unseen audience. “You guys enjoying this so far?”

Amy couldn’t hear an answer but was very aware that her reddened butt cheeks were being heavily scrutinized by hidden eyes.

Diane then picked up a large wooden paddle, slapped it against Amy’s burning cheeks and the bound woman was forced to cry out. The pain of the paddle blow was so much sharper and came so suddenly that she couldn’t keep her scream in. It was only the first time she would cry out. She did it a lot and every time she did Diane yelled at her and smacked her harder. It became a fight between the women, Amy trying to stifle her cries and Diane trying hard to make her cry out in pain and then punishing her for it.

In the end Amy lost and ended up humped over the horse exhausted and crying in pain, fear and the humiliation of being helplessly used. Her chubby butt cheeks were throbbing with pulses of agony. Diane laid down her paddle and laughed at Amy’s predicament. She rubbed her ass cheeks, sending new stings of pain shooting though Amy’s body. “And I still have two more toys to use on you”, she said, reaching for another implement of pain. She flashed her hidden audience a sadistic grin as she flexed the riding crop in her hands. She stood behind Amy so she didn’t know what the next “toy” was until it was too late. Diane began to slap the backs of Amy’s thighs suddenly and in rapid succession. Amy screamed as the crop started landing on her tender thighs, each stroke leaving a thin angry red line on her white flesh. The pain-wracked woman shook with each slap, experiencing new and different agony. She thrashed so much that Diane had to yell at her and steady her when her brutal torturer worked the crop up to her inflamed ass cheeks, adding still more fuel to the fire consuming them.

The third instrument in Diane’s arsenal was the most wicked of all. She picked up the cat-o-nine she had laid out on the table. This was a device with a 8” long wooden handle and nine round hard-braided leather strands, each one 16” long coming from it. The ends of the strands each had a tiny knot adding to the terror that this toy instilled.

Diane reared back and let fly with the cat and when it landed on Amy’s poor tortured asscheeks, she let out a scream like she had never done before. It felt like Diane was using a knife on her ass, the sharp-edged searing pain went right through any other discomfort she was feeling. She kicked and bucked and writhed as the cat fell again and again until she couldn’t contain herself anymore.

Diane laughed as Amy reached her limit and began to buck. This was just too much. The pain was engulfing. It blocked everything else out. She couldn’t hear anything. She couldn’t open her eyes for crying and all she felt was the blazing bonfire on her butt and the backs of her thighs and it was way too much for her to handle. She called out for mercy but Diane ignored her and kept up the agonizing spanking. Amy panicked, bucking and looking for a way out. Safe word, she thought. I should use my safeword.

She called out “Amy! Amy, please!”

At that, Diane stopped her attack. The punishing had left her bent over, her reddened splayed chubby butt cheeks exposed to the hidden audience. She could hear Diane speaking to them but had no idea what she was saying. Her mind as well as her body was limp. She was a flopping rag doll when Diane dragged from the horse and propelled her back into the first room. She stood shakily, dazed as Diane moved around her taking pictures. The woman removed the handcuffs and the hood and took some more pictures that Amy was only dimly aware of. Amy was starting to come to when she felt Diane touch her between the legs.

“You did get wet”, she said. “You dirty slut.” She pushed Amy away and handed her something. “Put these back on.” It was her panties. Amy took them and pulled them up with shaking fingers. “One more thing and I’m done with you”, said Diane.

Amy’s heart skipped a beat. What could the cruel young woman want now?

“Spread your legs, touch your pussy through those panties and make yourself come. Master said that you’re a squirter and I want you to come in those panties. Now get that hand down there and do it, slut!”

Amy was too defeated to even think about resisting. She opened her legs as much as she could while standing and put her hand on her panty clad pussy which was indeed wet, not sopping but wet. It grew wetter as her fingers squeezed her clit. She rubbed it furiously, wanting to come fast so she could get away from this woman. She was no longer sure that she wanted this—whatever this was. She ached and was scared and wanted to go home and cry in her bed.

Her body bucked as her orgasm arrived. She was startled out of her reverie by the unexpected intensity of it and groaned as it washed over her. “That’s it”, said Diane. “Come for me, slut! Come”, she yelled and Amy did. Her mouth fell open as fluids gushed from her pussy. The crotch of her panties was instantly soaked and her juices flowed down her legs. She moaned and would have fallen but for the realization of what would happen if her pain wracked butt cheeks hit the floor.

Diane stepped up and shoved her hand down the front of Amy’s panties. She rubbed the woman’s sopping mound and when she drew her hand out it was drenched with Amy’s juices. She rubbed her palm and wet fingers in Amy’s face, wetting her tired features. “There”, she said, “that’s your perfume for the afternoon. Wear that for the rest of the day. Don’t you dare wipe it off.”

She seized the crotch of Amy’s panties and jerked them down again. “I’m keeping these. Now get to the counter, pick up your package and get out of my store.”

Amy composed herself at the door a bit and drove home as fast as she dared. She called in sick to work the rest of the afternoon and climbed into bed. She lay on her stomach without any covers or sheets over her - anything heavier than room air that touched her hurt! The drive home sitting down had been torture and her butt was as inflamed as if the spanking was just now over. The pain lessened a bit as she laid there, but it didn’t seem likely to go away anytime soon. She lay there, agonizing over more than just the pain in her butt though. She had big decisions to make and not much time in which to make them. Master was expecting her online in a few hours.

Was she really cut out for this sort of life? She had learned enough from research on the Internet to know that it wouldn’t always be spankings and harsh treatment - that there was a softer, more loving side to BDSM as well. But would that be enough to offset more events like today? Would she even be able to make it to that point? This was only the first day of her service…she wasn’t even sure she was accepted yet, much less begun her probationary period…a period that she still had no idea the duration of.

But time ticked away as it always does and all too soon it was time for her to eat something. That’s when she realized that laying down and resting may not have been the wise course of action. She found the act of getting out of bed to be harder than it was getting into it. Every muscle in her tormented body hurt and she knew that this would be a standing dinner - her dining room chairs even looked painful! She had to eat though, if she was going to meet with Master this evening she had better be prepared for anything! And since she had spent her entire lunch hour getting her ass beat, she hadn’t had anything to eat since breakfast that morning.  So despite the difficulty she had in moving around, she managed to throw together enough to sustain her for the evening.

As she stood at the kitchen bar, she contemplated the decision she had yet to make. She so wanted to continue and show Master that she could cut it and become a good submissive to him. But if there were many more days like today, she wasn’t sure that she would be able to. She remembered the exciting tingle that she had when he would talk to her, the incredible orgasm she had had the night before as he watched, and the reason she had come to him in the first place. She also remembered - quite vividly - what he had made her do…the sex toy store and the spanking she got at the hands of Diane. Could she go through more of that? Would she have to? And what if it got worse? Amy had a dilemma and time was not her friend.

Amy didn’t know how she managed it, but here it was almost 10:00 and she was naked, in the bathroom putting on her makeup in preparation for her meeting with Master. Once she had prepared herself, and checked and double-checked to make sure she was perfect, she went and got the package she had picked up at the sex toy store. Amy hadn’t looked at the contents of the package before she spread them on her bed. Now that it was almost time for her meeting with Master, she spaced them out on the comforter and scrutinized what she had purchased. There was a blindfold, a ball gag, a black leather bustier with zip-off bra cups, and a pair of handcuffs with one key. There was also a pair of nipple clamps and a paddle, the sight of which caused a phantom twinge of pain to play across her butt cheeks. There was a small box inside the package sealed up with a note “Do Not Open”. Amy was curious about the contents of the box, but she was sure that Master would explain when he talked with her. The last item on the bed was a DVD copy of the movie she had looked in the store. She stared at it, shocked and scared. Why was it here? Had Diane added it because she had seen Amy with it? She wouldn’t have done so Master’s prior approval. Had he been there? Was he one of the hidden watchers? Of course he had been there, she surmised. He would have wanted to have watched her first spanking, wouldn’t he?

For some reason she realized that it was important for her to have him witness her first spanking. She needed his acceptance although she had no idea why. She didn’t know him. She had never seen him, yet she craved his approval. Had he already awakened some hidden part of her?

She shook her head to dismiss the thoughts for the moment and picked up the video. She looked at the picture on the front cover. The girl was very beautiful and she looked like she was enjoying herself. Even though it was a BDSM movie and the Master in the cover picture was teasing her mercilessly, she looked like she was just about at the point of cumming. She looked at the lucky young woman in her bondage and then stared at the Master in his tight leather pants, black muscle t-shirt and mirrored sunglasses. Did she have time to put the video in and watch at least a few minutes of it before her internet appointment with Master? Maybe, if she hurried. There was a television and DVD player setting on a bookcase near her bed that she used to watch TV at night. She hurried to it and put the DVD in, but as she rushed back to her bed she heard the telephone ringing.

“Damn!” she said to herself. She went to answer the phone. It was her boss.

“Hello, Amy. I was just calling to check on you. How are you feeling? When you didn’t come back to work this afternoon I got a little worried. Are you ok?”

“Yes, Sir it was just a stomach bug I think. Something I ate must not have agreed with me.”

“Well I hope you feel better tomorrow.”

“I will Mr. Johnson. Thank you for calling.” and she hung up. Looking up at the clock on the wall there was no time to watch the DVD now - she had to get in position for Master.

She hurried to get the last few things ready and get into position. At precisely 10:00 Master’s voice came from her darkened computer screen.

“Hello, Amy.”

“Hello, Sir.”

“Have you followed my instructions to the letter?”

“Yes, Sir.”

The computer was situated so that he could see her bed and the items arrayed on it.

“I am told you took your first spanking well. Did you enjoy it?” There was a faint challenge in his voice that told her that her answer was very important. She wondered what she should say and debated lying but only for a tiny space of time. Instead she bowed her head, expecting the worst and said: “No, Sir.”

After a slight delay he let her off the hook. “Good. You were not supposed to like it. It was brutal, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And you don’t want to repeat it, do you?”

“No, Sir.”

“Good, then you will do as you are told or I will let Diane have her way with you again. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now have you watched the movie?”

“No Sir. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to or if I should wait until You were here.”

“Very well. I want you to put it on and watch it. Lay on your bed and I want to watch you watch it. I will give you instructions as you watch the movie.”

“Yes, Sir.” Amy put the movie on and laid down to watch it. The movie began to play and as the sex scenes unfolded he instructed her to do what he wanted.

“Pause the movie here.” he said after the movie had been playing for a few minutes. Amy did as he said and pushed the pause button.

“Now I want you to put the nipple clamps on, but first you have to get your nipples ready. Reach up and finger your nipple and get it hard.”

Amy did as he bade, teasing and toying with her nipples until they hardened to stiff little nubs.

“Good. Now I want you to pinch and pull on them. I want those nipples hard and erect as pencil erasers, you hear Me?”

“Yes, Sir.” she said and she began to pull on her nipples and work them to rock hardness. Amy had always had very sensitive nipples - playing with her nipples was always a sure way to get her hot and horny. As she toyed and teased with her tits she could feel her pussy getting wet. She moaned softly as her fires were lit and she began the long delicious climb to orgasm.

“Does that feel good, slut?”

“Yesss…Sirrr” she moaned loudly.

“Are you wet? Is that pussy wet, slut?”

“Yes…”

“Show Me. Spread your legs and spread your pussy. Show Me you are wet.” Amy moved around to do as he said. She spread her legs wide and then used her fingers to spread her pussy lips. She was indeed wet.

“Good. Now put the clips on your nipples. Make them tight too - I don’t want them falling off.” Amy attached one nipple clip, adjusting it so tight that she moaned out loud.

“Excellent, slut. Now push play and while you watch I want you to play with that wet pussy. But don’t you dare cum or I’ll send Diane over to beat your ass on that very bed!”

So she didn’t cum. She got close - several times. So damn close that her chest and cheeks nearly glowed red with excitement. She watched and grew ever more envious of the bound woman as she was teased, tormented and brought to the edge of her orgasm. Amy watched as she begged and pleaded with the Master to let her release…to let her cum. Amy could almost feel her need. She too was in desperate need to cum. Master knew just what to do to make Amy burn with desire and ache for sweet release. 

After an agonizing 45 minutes, the movie finished. By that time Amy was almost beside herself with sexual passion and her pussy hungered for something to fill it. Amy’s hands shook where they waited inches above her clit…she was tense with anticipation. Surely Master would allow her to cum now! He did not seem inclined to do that though. Instead he ordered her to get out of the bed. “You want your release, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Of course you do. You’re a slave to your desires. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How badly do you want it, slut? Convince Me that you want to cum.”

“Oh God, Sir! Oh please! I need to cum so badly! Please let me cum for you!” she whined.

“Yes, I can see you need to cum. But you’re going to have to earn your release. Go get a pair of your worn panties.”

Amy went to fetch the pair she had worn today…the same ones she came in at the sex toy store. She returned a moment later with the panties.

“Good Now I want you to rub those panties in that sopping pussy. Get them nice and wet with your juices.”

Amy began rubbing the satiny fabric up and down her slit. She moaned as she felt the smoothness of her panties at her opening and rubbing across her tortured clit. She just about came again at the wonderful sensations her panties caused.

“Ok, are your panties wet?”

“Y..Yess…Sir. Oh please! May I please cum…pleeease?”

“Put the underwear to your face and breathe in that smell.”

Quivering she did as told, sucking in the musky scent of her underwear. She knew that smell well. It was concentrated scent of her burning aching desire…so strong and heady it was almost intoxicating.

“Shove them into your face and drink in the scent. You like it, don’t you?”

Her underwear hid the flush on her cheeks. “Yes, Sir.”

“You liked the young woman in the video, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Sir”, she said, her nose full of her pussy smell.

“You wish you was the girl in that movie, don’t you, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice quavered as though she were about to start crying. She rubbed the crotch of her underwear over her face. “Turn them inside out”, he instructed her. “Now stuff the crotch in your mouth, you fuckslut!”

Amy was too drunk on the scent to resist and jammed the underwear in her mouth. Now she could taste the musky odor as well. Her denied orgasm flared, sending spikes of delicious agony radiating out from her . Her legs were wobbly and when Master told her to reach down and finger herself as he spoke to her, her orgasm jumped up a notch. She was so ready, so close.

“Now, finger your pussy, slut! Suck in the taste of your  underwear and finger that dirty wet pussy, slut!”

Amy worked her fingers against her enflamed pussy with gusto. She pumped in and out of her wet hole like she was churning butter. Her fingers instantly became wet with her juices and they slid over her open lips and aching clit. She pumped them faster. It became a blur and then her long delayed orgasm arrived. Her mouth dropped open and her pussy juices erupted from her slit and soaked the bed under her. She continued to drive into her pussy furiously as her juices flowed from between her legs. She rode out one of her best orgasms ever and then laid there gasping for breath as the room spun around her. She knew that she should be listening for Master’s next orders, but she was numb from the mind blowing climax.

“I said get on your knees, slut!”

Amy dropped to her knees. She was breathing hard around the soiled panties in her mouth.

“You can take those panties out of your mouth now. Go get that wrapped box and bring it back here. Now, slut!”

Amy got up and had to stabilize herself for a moment - her knees were still a bit wobbly. She went to get the box and brought it back to the computer screen.

“That’s better. Now place it on the floor in front of you and kneel.” Amy did as he told her, not quite understanding what was going on.

“Unwrap the box and take out what is in it.”

Amy carefully unwrapped the box and opened it. She gasped at the contents as she pulled it out.

This is your training collar, slut. I am accepting you as a probationary submissive. Your training will begin as of now. You will be in a probationary status until such time as I feel I can depend on you to be a loyal, trustworthy and suitable submissive. Your training will never cease - you will always be training and improving your skills and talents. But there may come a time when you are no longer considered a probationary submissive. Understand?”

Amy couldn’t speak…she was so choked up that she had been accepted that all she could do was nod her head.

“We will meet again tomorrow at this same time and discuss more about your service and what will be required of you. I have very strict and unwavering requirements of My submissives and I do not tolerate any debate or disobedience. Any infraction of the rules or commands I give you and you will visit Diane again - and this time she won’t take it easy on you! Do you understand Me, slut?”

“That was easy?!?” Amy thought to herself. She unconsciously swallowed as she thought about what Diane would do to her if she wasn’t taking it easy on her!

“Yes, Sir.” she said trembling slightly.

“Good. Then you can start by calling Me Master.”

“Yes…Master.” she said. She got wet again just saying the word. She smiled broadly. She had been accepted. She was being trained by him!

“Now I must go for tonight. Put your face to the floor and count to one hundred before getting up.

With that the room went quiet. After a count of a hundred and twenty Amy staggered up and climbed under her covers. She was asleep in seconds.