les histoires de chrislebo

You don't know me.

My name is Michael Freeman. Not a real name, I made it up for this story.

My friends call me Mike. Really.

My patients call me Dr. Mike, Dr. M or just Doc. Really.

I'm a mental health worker. I like to say that because some people get intimidated with the title psychiatrist. I work with a group of doctors, occupying rather plush offices in a downtown setting.

One day a rather confused man came into our office and spoke to our receptionist, Wendy. Since I was the only doctor in the office that day, I agreed that I would see him after I was finished with my current patient.

I buzzed Wendy when my patient's visit was completed and she promptly asked how she could help.

Wendy came into my office and stood before my desk and said, "That man is either a pathological liar or the most ***d man I ever met."

I asked her to explain but she couldn't.

"I can't put it into word. When I said that you would see him, he just turned and sat down, as if in a trance. He never even looked at me."

You have to see Wendy to understand that last statement. Wendy is a tall, I'd say about 5 foot 8 inches, knockout redhead that no man would waste an opportunity to ogle.

Her attire, while professional, is always at the edge of being seductive. I like it because I'm a normal, unmarried male, who enjoys the glimpses of cleavage and leg, and most of my patients are males. Wendy has a way of putting them at ease. Plus, I will never tire of seeing a sexy white woman. Yes, I'm black, which makes this story even stranger because of what happened to my soon to be patient.

Wendy turned and paged Dave to come into my office.

I introduced myself, shook his hand and asked him to sit.

He was very timid and did not even look me in the eye. He muttered a weak, "Yes sir," and sat down.

Once he began relating his last year, I buzzed Wendy and asked her to reschedule my next few appointments.

Over the next few hours, he told me the most intriguing story that I ever heard. I won't repeat what he said, since he documented it in previous chapters at this site.

I will tell you that I thoroughly investigated what had happened to Dave. I had countless sessions with him and his case intrigued me so much that I continued to see him, even when he told me that he no longer had any funds to pay me.

I interviewed Amy, his wife. Dave sure knew how to pick a woman. Amy was beautiful, sexy, intelligent and knew what she wanted. I might explain what happened at those sessions, but that's another story.

I also interviewed his flower, Sue. She inherited her lady's beauty, brains and self assurance. Again, I might explain what happened at those sessions, but that's another story.

I met with Bob, Sue's then boyfriend, now husband. I met with Brad and others and finally seem to have a handle on what happened and how to provide a service for my patient, Dave.

I will try to relate what happened. I can't know exactly what occurred but will try to use my imagination to fill in the fuzzy spots. Dave has read this and has agreed to publish it.

Well, here goes. If you haven't read the previous chapter's, you might not quite understand, but you still might find it interesting.

Saturday morning.

Dave had set his alarm clock to wake him at 7 AM. He quickly showered, dressed and went to the store. Today was the day, the party as Brad had referred to it. But it wasn't a party, really. It was a day that Dave would offer his wife to another man. At the time, this seemed okay to Dave because he later found out that he was under the control of a master magictist. A black man, named Brad, who desired his wife, his flower and wanted to make them his own. Dave obeyed Brad's demands but there was always this nagging suspicion, this feeling of dread but Dave wanted to please Brad, wanted to please his wife, who he still loved, wanted to please Amy, his precious flower. Dave wanted to please everyone, even those who wanted to exploit him.

Brad already had numerous encounters with Amy and Sue but had not yet consummated their relationship.

Brad wanted to make a big production out of the ceremony, as he called it.

Dave went to the store and purchased refreshments for the guests. Yes, there would be spectators. In the previous days, Dave had made at least four sets of keys to the door of his house and had given them to Brad. Dave didn't know how many were showing up and guessed at what to buy.

He brought home the groceries and struggled to carry them into the house. Amy was up, looking all fresh and clean as she stood in the kitchen under her long robe. Sue was still relaxing.

"Did you get enough?" asked Amy as she inspected the bags.

Dave didn't answer but his wife said "I invited Jerome, Malcolm, Leroy and Jose. I'm not sure if Sue sent out invitations."

"Who are they?" asked a stunned husband.

"Students in my senior class. Brad met them one day and said that I should invite them. They might like seeing their teacher in a different light."

His wife opened her robe and held it opened for her husband and asked, "Well, do you think they'll like me?"

Dave just nodded as he gazed at his sensual, naked wife.

"Go in and ask Sue if she invited anyone."

Dave went to his flower's bedroom and stood before her closed door and knocked.

"Who is it?"

"It's daddy."

"Come on in, daddy." giggled his flower.

He opened the door and saw his flower, lying on her bed with the sheets pulled down and her nightgown pulled up around her waist as she fingered herself. She made no effort to cover herself or stop but said, "Excited, daddy? Today's the day. You must be so proud of mommy."

Dave just nodded and his eyes stared between his flower's, long, taut legs and watched her fingers push into her pussy.

"Mom wants to know if you invited anyone."

Sue arched her back and groaned deeply as she brought herself to a climax. She jumped out of bed, gave her dad a quick kiss and said, "Hope that's the first of many, today. I only invited Bob." Bob was her boyfriend. A backup quarterback on his high school football team.

"I though that you and Bob were fighting?" asked Dave.

"We were. But, you know Bob. He can't resist it when I let him have his way with sexy body. Plus I told him that just because I suck black men's cocks doesn't mean that I don't love him. I told him that it actually makes me want to fuck him. He was still a little reluctant, silly Bob. But I told him that I save my pussy for him."

"He was okay with that?"

"Of course, daddy. I'm his baby, ya know."

"We have a lot to do today, so could you help?"

"I'll do a little, daddy. But I want to be well rested for this afternoon. You never know what I might have to do. OH, I almost forgot. One of the boys, Frankie, in class offered to help get the house ready but he has a date and can't stay to watch mom."

Dave went out and explained everything to his wife and she sent him back to the store for more stuff.

Dave got back about an hour before the scheduled ceremony and met Sue's classmate. He was also an athlete. A cross country track runner. He was tall, lean and it appeared not an ounce of fat took up residence in his body. He was also black. He shook Dave's hands and told him what he had done around the house. Dave thanked and asked him what he owed him. The kid said that Sue was going to take care of that.

Dave had more chores to do and he knew that the forty five minutes left would go by quickly.

The doorbell rang and Dave went to open it only to find Sue's boyfriend, Bob, standing there. Dave thought that he might be the only one who didn't have a key.

"Come on in, Bob."

"Big day, eh, Mr. B. Where's Sue?"

Dave turned but didn't see Sue but Amy, who was watching, said "She's in her room. Go ahead, dear. Just go right in, she won't mind."

Bob quickly went to Sue's room and without knocking, entered.

Sue's bed was directly opposite the door and Bob stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his girlfriend.

Sue was on all fours on the bed, facing away from the pillowed end, so that she was looking directly at her boyfriend. She was naked. Her breasts swayed under her and she looked up and said, "Hi honey. Have you met Frankie?"

Frankie was behind Sue. He was also naked. His long fingers on Sue's hips as he pulled and pushed her onto his cock.

"What the fuck?" screamed Bob. "I can't believe that you're cheating on me. What the fuck! We're done!"

Sue was shocked at his response. She straightened up and said, "That's not fair Bob." Tears started to stream down her cheeks and her boyfriend stood there open mouthed as the boy behind her continued to pump himself into her and then brought up his hands and pawed her lovely breasts.

"Not fair? Not fair? I catch you fucking some one else, the day after you promised that your pussy was mine and mine alone and you have the nerve to say, not fair."

Sue sobbed and then said, "I can't believe that you don't trust me. Frankie is not fucking me, well he's not in my pussy. Come on, take a look, I only let Frankie have my ass." Sue spoke in rushed breaths. "He wanted my pussy but I said, no. I told him all about you. I told him that I'll always be faithful to my boyfriend. Frankie has helped all day. He was going out on a date with his girlfriend who never lets him touch her and I just wanted to help him. Give him some relief, especially after he helped all day and you accuse me of cheating."

Bob walked toward the side of the bed, and now could see just what his girlfriend had said. Frankie's long, black cock was buried in Sue's ass. He never stopped filling her ass, even when Bob went to the front of the bed. He climbed on and knelt directly in front of Sue.

"I'm sorry, baby. I just thought..."

"You didn't trust me. Frankie just wanted to use my ass and I'm trying to be helpful and..."

"She wouldn't give up her pussy, man. You should be proud," said Frankie as he continued to pound her ass.

Bob whispered in Sue's ear, "Sorry, baby, so, so sorry. Forgive me?"

Sue nodded her head that she did and kissed her apologetic boyfriend.

Bob then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jewelry box. Sue's eyes went to the box.

"Oh, Bob!" was all she could say.

Bob opened the box and showed her a ring, a small diamond ring but still a diamond and said, "Sue, I love you. Will you marry me?"
Sue's head bobbed up and down indicating that she would marry him and her breasts also bobbed from the pounding she was getting from Frankie.

She raised her hand and stretched out her fingers as Bob slipped the ring onto one of her long fingers. Bob was about to kiss his new fiancé when Frankie grunted and then scurried up beside Sue. He roughly turned her head and pushed the cock that moments before was in Sue's ass against her lips. Sue quickly opened her mouth and let Frankie's cock slide inside. Frankie grabbed her head and grunted as he exploded. Cum filled Sue's mouth and she tried to swallow. Bob just stared. Frankie later revealed that it was the most explosive orgasm that he ever achieved and cum just seemed to spray out of his cock. Sue couldn't keep up and cum seeped out between the seal of her lips and his spewing cock and oozed down her chin. Frankie's climax finally abated and both boys looked down at Sue. She was out of breath. Cum dripped down her chin but she used a finger to scoop it back into her mouth. She turned back to Frankie and her tongue was all over his cock, his balls, trying to clean him.

"You're a lucky dude." said Frankie. "That's one hot girl you have there."

Bob actually smiled and then noticed his girlfriend's hand still pumping Frankie's cock, her mouth still trying to coax out more cum and then he saw her ring. The ring that he had given her in contemplation of marriage. The ring on her finger. The ring that was covered in the cum from a black man.

"There's cum on the ring," said Bob.

Sue took her hand off of Frankie's cock, giggled and put the ring into her mouth to clean it. "Mmm.." she said, and then popped the ring out of her mouth and held it up to Bob and said, "there! All clean. You make me so happy, Bob."

Frankie got off of the bed and found his clothes. Sue stood in front Of Frankie and said, "Have a great date and thanks for the help. Here, let me see if your presentable." Sue dipped to her knees and held the track stars cock up before her face, inspecting it. Pleased that it was clean, she sweetly kissed the head and said, "You have great tasting cum, Frankie, anytime your girlfriend holds out, you give me a call. My mouth and ass are always available."

Frankie grinned at Bob and then left.

Sue hugged Bob and he pulled her tight. "I want to fuck you, Sue," he whispered.

Sue tilted her head back and kissed him softly and said, "Not now, baby. I have so much to do and besides, I have no idea of what will be asked of me today. Okay? I knew you'd understand." With that said, she quickly ran into the bathroom to shower and dress.

Dave was in the master bedroom with his wife. Amy. He could hear people arriving and the sound of furniture being moved. He watched his wife as she combed her silky hair and he walked up behind her. Amy saw his reflection in the mirror and asked, "How do I look?"

Dave looked at his wife and his heart ached. She was ravishing. Silky hair, tastefully done makeup, and a new dress. The front of the black dress was supported by two spaghetti straps that tied at the top of her bare shoulders. The neckline plunged and gave more than a peek of he ample cleavage. The skirt was short with a slit up the side that provided any onlooker more than a hint of her shapely legs.

Dave took a deep breath, sighed and said, "You look fabulous."

Amy spun around and kissed her husband, "I love you, Dave. Thank you for today."

"You're welcome, baby."

Then that nagging feeling entered his mind again when his wife added, "I can't believe that in just a few minutes my pussy will belong to Brad. I hope he likes me."

There was a knock on the door and Sue entered and gushed at her lady's appearance. "I'm jealous," she said as she scanned her lady and fixed a loose hair here and smoothed her dress there, making sure she was perfect. "It's time, mom. Brad said we should start now. Ready dad?"

Dave just gulped and held out his arm for his wife to hold as he escorted her out of the bedroom into the living room.

The number of people surprised him. Besides the four students that he knew about, Bob, Sue and of course Brad, there was four other men there. All black, of course and presumably friends of Brad. Dave could see the digital movie camera on a tripod, pointed at the single bed that was once in a spare bedroom but was now in the center of the living room. One of her students had a camera. he didn't know which one because before today he had never met any of her students. They looked more like adults and he was shocked that her students were so large.

Brad stood at the side of the bed with his arms crossed. He had two of his friends on either side of him. Directly across was the couch and love seat where the students and everyone else was situated.

Dave knew what to do because of the detailed instructions that Brad had emailed him.

He slowly walked his wife across the room towards Brad and felt every eye of him and his wife. He heard a few snickers and more than a few wows as they saw Amy.

Dave maneuvered Amy so that she was directly in front of Brad and she couldn't take her eyes off of him.

Dave took Amy's hand and held it out for Brad and said, "My wife, sir."

The room went quiet and everyone strained to hear.

"Whose wife?" asked Brad.

"Yours, sir," answered Dave.

Brad spoke. "You freely give her to me?"

"Yes," said Dave.

"Do you realize that she will be mine? That I will use her as I wish."

"Yes, sir. She is yours."

"Do you realize that you must still provide for her material needs?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you realize that her body now belongs to me. She will only do what I want?"

"Yes, sir."

Brad finally took Amy's hand and said, "You may kiss your husband goodbye."

Amy turned and her arms went around her husband and she kissed him deeply. She then buried her head on his shoulder and saw all the people staring at her. She winked at her students and the others before turning around to Brad.

Brad's attention went to Amy, beautiful Amy.

"Do you willingly allow me to own you?"

"Yes," she answered with enthusiasm.

Brad's attention went back to Dave and he said, "Allow me to view her."

The murmurs in the background grew as Dave stood behind his wife and slowing pulled at the stringed knot that held up the front of her dress. Amy's hands were by her side, her eyes on Brad as her old husband untied the knots and let the cloth that covered her fall. Brad had told Amy that undergarments were not permitted and Brad was treated to a view of his new subject's naked breasts.

The observers in the back jostled for position to view her and were helped a great deal by the large mirror on the opposite side of the bed. The students poked each other kiddingly as they saw their teacher's naked breasts. They had spent many days trying to position themselves around her during class to get a peek but today, they saw her naked and willing.

Dave continued after Brad had given him a nod. He stripped his wife until she stood before Brad totally naked.

Brad then addressed everyone in the room as he turned the now naked Amy around. The eyes of those in the audiences went from her breasts to between her her legs and back over and over as they tried to create a picture in their memories.

Brad spoke in an authoritative voice, "This is my new property, Amy. You may look and admire but you may not touch without my permission. To the students, be aware that if any harm, socially or career wise, happens to my property, you will be dealt with severely. I am not a harsh man and I am very generous. If my property tells me that some one is deserving then I will allow some, shall we say, fringe benefits. But be mindful, that this week I consider my honeymoon and no one will be allowed privileges. After that, I'll be much more generous."

The students smiled as did Amy.

"Amy," said Brad.

Amy turned to face her new lover.

"Get me ready."

Amy threw her arms around him and kissed him deeply. A sensuous, long, kiss as her tongue pushed into his mouth and she sucked on his when it entered hers.

At that moment, Dave related to me that he felt terrible dread. He had seen Brad caress his wife's body. He had seen his wife's mouth wrapped around this man's cock. He had seen his wife's mouth filled with his cum but seeing her kiss him so passionately, so sensuously, so lovingly, caused him deep concern.

Amy went about the business of stripping Brad. She took her time and kissed every inch of him as she uncovered him. Finally, he was naked and his huge girth jutted out from him.

"Are you ready, Amy?"

"Yes."

"At this moment, I will give you the opportunity to either kiss your dear husband one last time or you may lick my balls."

Silence again overtook the room.

Amy never hesitated as she knelt in front of her owner, grabbed his cock, lifting it and bathed his balls with her eager tongue. Never glancing at Dave.

The people in the room watched as she worked magic with her mouth on his thick, black cock. Sue was so proud of her lady as she let Brad's cock slide in and out of her mouth.

Sue watched her mom but also observed the others in the room. Bob sat beside her and was pawing her breasts as he watched her lady. The four students were brazenly unbuckling their belts, opening their pants and kicking them aside as they watched and stroked their own cocks. The camera recorded Amy's actions from its perch on the tripod. Brad's friends just watched.
Amy was gently raised by Brad and he said, "It's time."

She went to the bed and Brad's friends helped her with the pillows so that she was comfortable, lying on her back, legs spread wide in anticipation, breasts heaving. She managed one sideways glance at her flower and winked. She also noted her students pleasuring themselves and smiled.

Brad got on the bed, between her legs and looked at Dave. It almost seemed like he needed one more opportunity to scandal the man when he said, "I'd like Amy's sweet flower, Sue to help with this first penetration."

Sue quickly got up from the couch and raced to the side of the bed.

Brad shook his head in disappointment and said, "Get those clothes off, now."

Sue stripped quickly and eagerly and did a small curtsy for her classmates who whistled at her nakedness.

"Sue, be the first. Reach under me and help put my cock into your mom's waiting cunt."

Sue did as she was told. She reached under him, hoisted his cock and rubbed the head against her lady's already primed pussy. She held it there as Brad pushed slowly forward. He knew that he must go slowly at first until his new property because accustomed to his size. Amy's arms were stretched out beside her as her hands grabbed the sheets as Brad's cock stretched her. Her mouth was open and she gasped as he inched into her, opening her as her husband never could.

Brad turned to Sue who was now caressing his balls and said, "That will be all for now, sweetness. Go back to your seat."

Before Sue did, she went to her mom, leaned over and kissed her.

Back at her previous position beside her boyfriend, Sue did not bother to dress. She let Bob's hand caress her tits as she fingered herself.

Everyone watched as Brad's cock was finally buried deep inside Amy. Amy threw her arms around Brad, encircled him with her legs as she pulled him into her and she kissed him again.

They fucked for endless minutes. Brad wanted this first fuck to be missionary. He wanted Amy to beg him and she did when he momentarily stopped pushing into her. He wanted to make sure that she was his and then he started fucking her harder. Amy made small gasps as her bull ravaged her and she could sense that he was close.

The air of excitement in the room was thick with sex. Amy's small cries added to the feeling and now some of the students were breathing heavily as they were close to bringing themselves to a climax.

Bob had replaced his girlfriend's hand with his own and he played with her damp pussy.

Brad's breath came short and he said, "ready?"

Amy's legs tightened around him and she said, "Cum in me."

Brad did just that. Amy could feel his warm cum splash inside her. He grunted with each blast of cum and Amy knew that she would be leaking her lover's cum.

It was then that Jose snuck up to bed with a camera in his hand.

Dave couldn't believe his wife would let one of her students take her picture and was pleased to see her arm reach out to it. But she didn't try to stop him, she instead made sure that the camera's strap would not interfere with the picture. Jose framed the picture so that he had his teacher naked breasts and beautiful face and snapped a quick shot before Brad shooed him away.

It was then that Malcolm's breath became labored. He pumped his cock quicker and quicker and was close to cumming. Sue sat up when she realized what would happen. Her classmate was about to cum and he would stain their living room carpet. Sue looked around for some sort of container to capture his sperm and she frantically quickened her search as he started to grunt. Sue knew that she would never find anything in time and she raced to her soon to cum classmate. She slid to her knees in front of him and actually had to grab his legs so that she would not slide past and sought out his cock with her mouth. Sue just got his cock in her mouth just when he exploded. She swallowed his cum and she kept her mouth glued to his cock as he continued to stroke it until he was spent.

Sue just knelt there, panting and she looked back at the couch to her stunned boyfriend. She just shrugged her shoulders as if to say, "what did you want me to do?"

Leroy was next and she got before him in plenty of time. Sue actually helped him by gently cupping his balls as she held her mouth open, providing a place to deposit his seed. When he was ready. Leroy slid the head of his cock inside his willing classmate's mouth and came. Sue continued to caress his balls as he filled her mouth. Sue willingly and happily swallowed.

Malcolm watched Sue as she administered to his buddies and he called to her with a quick, "Sue, I need you."

Sue knelt obediently before him and offered her mouth again to a classmate. Malcolm used her mouth and filled it as did his classmates.

Jose was last but also had the convenience of cumming in Sue's mouth.

With her housekeeping chores done she went back to her boyfriend and kissed him with her dirty mouth as she straddled him, presenting her leaking pussy to him and said, "Lick me."

Bob's anger subsided immediately as he pushed his face between his girlfriend's legs and lapped at her wetness.

Brad had crawled off his newest conquest and offered his hand to Amy so that she could stand. Standing beside her new lover, Her hands went to his cock as she loving held it and caressed it. His cum leaked visibly down her leg but she felt more pride than embarrassment as everyone noticed. She even winked at her husband.

He stood beside her and their guests came to them. They shook Brad's hand and offered congratulations and since Amy's hands were busy, they kissed her. Her students pressed close to their teacher and a few managed to close a hand over a warm tit. Amy just thanked them as another was soon wishing her well.

The line ended and Sue was last. She looked down at Brad's sloppy cock and her lady's oozing pussy and asked if she could be of service. Brad was more than willing as his property's flower knelt between them and alternately cleaned his cock and her pussy.

The guest left and Dave cleaned up.

Brad reminded Dave that he was not to touch his wife during the honeymoon period and that he would be back frequently to use her.

He also told him that each of his friends had a key and after the honeymoon they would be visiting.

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Dating Lisa


Joe and Don were sitting around the apartment they shared discussing life and it weird side when the conversation turned to women. After each had contemplated how they wanted to have the most beautiful of models, or movie stars to be their own companion, Don sighed and told Joe “I want Lisa back. I miss her. I just wish there was a way to get back in her good graces.”

“YOU --- in her good graces? That will be the day!!” Joe amused himself.

“She was so perfect in every way” Don reminisced

“If only I could use that new have we’re my professor is working on – the one that will make her do what we want.” Joe said

“What have is that?” Don asked

“You never listen to me – do you Don?” Joe admonished his friend. The one I have been telling you about all semester --- DH42conform --- it brainwashes the permister into doing whatever the giver of it wants.”

“How?” Don asked

“Well, first you give some of the DH42conform to the patient and within 2 - 3 hours you can condition that permister to go under a trance and even obey like they were magictized. You find an object to relate them to the magicsis like a necklace, ring, pendent or something unusual, then whenever they see this object they become fixated on it and they will obey commands that you give them.” Joe explained.

Don listened intently. But didn’t catch on right away to the idea, and asked “So if I show this beer bottle to someone under your have, every time they see this beer bottle they will do what I want?”

“Yes, that is why to be safe, a beer bottle is too common, you have to choose something that no one else has – everyone has a watch, so it must be very different in some special way. Lots of people have class rings, so that would not work, and you don’t wear a necklace …”

Don interrupted “does it have to be jewelry or can it be my eyes or I could wave my hand in their face and put them under?”

“I don’t think it would have to be jewelry but it should be something that you have with you, but not see all the time, so you can flash it in front of them and put them under your control.” Joe reamistered.

“Flash it huh? ---- MY COCK!! I could flash that at her and she would do as I wanted right?” Don jumped at the idea.

“Do you think of anything OTHER than your dick?” Joe asked.

“But it is out of the way until I need it, its always with me, and it is very unusual” Don replied.

Joe thought for a moment, “Well, every guy has a dick, this is true – however, in your case, not everyone and certainly very few white men have a dick as big as yours --- so it might work.”

“Great – but 2 – 3 hours doesn’t seem like enough time to work with Lisa and convince her to stare at my cock --- right now, she doesn’t like me too much.” Don lamented

“No, it only takes a very short while to condition someone’s brain under this have – you flash them the object, tell them what you want them to do and give them a keyword, so that they will obey your commands.” Joe continues to explain.

“How do they come out of the trance?” Don asked

“The object is out of their sight and they have finished the command that you gave them.”

Don was intrigued by this idea and asked his friend “OK every time Lisa sees my cock, she will go under this magicsis and do what I tell her – Right?”

“Yes, but it would be best if your cock was used as the trigger, and phrase was used as the condition.” Joe went on to explain “Like you could use the word ‘PET ‘ as a conditioning word that has to be obeyed. Then when she looks at your cock, she is under your spell, but won’t act too weird in public. And at home you could give her the command that anything you tell her after saying the word PET she must obey. That obeying you gives her pleasure…makes her wet, horny etc – there has to be pleasure in it for the subject to work diligently. Of course when your cock is in your pants, which by the way is not that often” Joe grins at his friend “She would be normal”

“This is wonderful news. When can we get some of this have? Can you steal a little for me to use on her? C’mon, you can do it!” Don prodded his roommate.

“I might be able to get some without anyone noticing, but it will be tough --- and besides, it won’t work – not on her anyway.” Joe took a big swallow from his beer.

“Why won’t it work? It has to work on her. I have to have her back.” Don pouted.

“Something about the chemical make up – it has not seemed to work on women. So far, it only has worked on the Professor’s male subjects.”

They both sat there sipping on beer and thinking to themselves when suddenly Don came up with an idea. “If I can’t have Lisa, then no one else will either. I will make Lisa see that the guy she left me for is not worthy of her attention.”

This is where I entered the picture – you see, I thought I was the luckiest guy on earth – going out with Lisa, the sexiest creature on campus. Little did I know that my fate would soon be in the hands of a mental moron named Don.

I met Don at a bar just off campus, he overheard me saying that I wanted 2 tickets to a concert that was coming up soon.

“I have some tickets back at my place I will sell to you for just 10 dollars over face value – see I can’t go to the concert I lost my girlfriend” Don told me.

So I followed him to his room and while waiting for him to get the tickets, I took him up on his offer for a take. Little did I know that he had put the have DH42conform in my take. The next few hours were a blur – I can remember bits and pieces of what he was telling and showing me. I could have sworn that I was being shown his dick. This was not a usual dick, but one that must have been 8 – 9 inches soft and as thick as all four of my fingers combined. He showed me his dick from far away, and close up. I saw it while looking down at it as well as looking up at it from my knees. I remember him telling me how hard my cock should be. I can vaguely recall his words “You get a hard on from looking at this dick” and “you get a hard on from obeying” The word “BOY” kept coming to mind. When he said ‘boy’ all I wanted to do was please him. Pleasing him gets my dick hard. A hard dick feels pleasure. I can’t even remember if I got the tickets or not, I just woke up in my bed the next morning not exactly sure if this was a fantastic dream.

That day I had a date with the beautiful Lisa, but when I went to her apartment to pick her up I found Don waiting at the door trying to talk to my new girlfriend on the other side.

“C’mon Lisa, let me in. Lets talk. I need you” Don was begging from the outside of her apartment.

I recognized this permister as the one that sold me the tickets for the concert…but I was afraid I just couldn’t believe the fantasy or dream I had experienced last night. He didn’t seem to take too much notice of me so I thought that it just was my over active imagination.

“Excuse me” I said to Don as reached past him to knock on Lisa’s door. “It’s me – Larry” I told her as I knocked.

Lisa opened the door for me --- and Don pushed past her and walked into her apartment uninvited. I stood in the doorway with her, and look at this Don permister standing in her living room. I wasn’t up for a fight, and I knew that lots of people were crazy over Lisa, so I waited to see how she wanted to handle this intruder.

“We’re over for God’s sake Don – get a life and forget about me and mine” She told him

“I have more to offer you than anyone else” he tried to convince Lisa.

“Don, you have nothing to offer me. You have nothing that I want or need.” She shot back, still standing her ground

“What has he got that is so much better?” Don asked pointing beside Lisa to me

“For one thing, he has brains. I can carry on a conversation with him. You seem only interested in one thing. Larry has many interests and hobbies” She told him in defense of dating me.

I was proud. I started to see that this guy she used to go out with is an asshole.

With that, Don drops his pants exposing his cock and balls to us both. While I laughed at first, and tried not to look, curiosity got the best of me and was hearing what he was saying while he tried to convince Lisa she had made a mistake.

“This is all for you Lisa. This magnificent cock, and all the cum I have stored up for you in these huge balls.” Don started his attempt to win Lisa over.

“Ahhh, we get to the one thing you are most proud of – your DICK!” She says.

“Just look at it” he told her.

“Thanks, I’ve seen it before…and of course so has almost every other girl on campus” She snapped back.

Don sneered “Does HE have a cock that can please you like mine?”

“That is none of your business” She answered, trying not to stoop to his level.

“Just look at it --- it turns you on --- it feels so big and soft now, but it gets even bigger after that nice and hard. You want it --- you desire it ---- you want to stroke it, and watch up close as it grows.” He was telling her –yet she wasn’t the least bit interested. I on the other hand, couldn’t take my eyes off it. I wanted to stroke it as he said it…. I wanted to watch it grow.

Don knew what he was doing to me. He had programmed me last night. Lisa didn’t know this, nor could I remember it all. I just continued to stare.

“You showed it off way too much. It is all you have Don. A BIG OVERGROWN DICK.” She started getting annoyed with his actions.

“It is big --- it is masculine --- it is powerful --- LOOK at my dick. Watch how I stroke it. Your mind is struggling --- holding back ---- think how good this cock makes you feel” as he went on

I was in a fog. I could hear him… I could see that cock of his … I stood there fixated to it.

“It excites you --- it turns you on.” Don continued.

Lisa stopped him, “You are a good fuck. That is true. There are very few white guys hung like you. Unfortunately it is the ONLY thing you can do, and it is the ONLY thing you think about. While I dated you, there must have been 5 or 10 women that had your dick. I don’t need that embarrassment anymore.”

“It wasn’t 5 or 10” he retorted.

“Yeah, maybe more” She shot back.

Up until then no one was paying much attention to me. I was falling in love with a cock. I had never had a gay thought in my head in years, I was seeing his cock like it was the first time. AND I WANTED it.

“I’m not leaving here until you suck my cock” Don warned her.

“No WAY!” Lisa exploded back

It was a set up!!

“Maybe your new boyfriend will. He must like what he sees. He has a hard on for me.” Don taunted.

Lisa’s eyes went right to my crotch. Sure enough my dick was rock hard. It was tenting my loose fitting pants.

I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t say anything. I could only stare at his cock and balls.

“Bet you want to see my cock up close don’t ya?” Don mocked.

I wanted so bad to run but instead felt a bit compelled to do whatever he said. Seeing his cock made mine feel so good. I knew that only pleasure could come from this. Little did I know that those feelings were exactly what he had programmed me to think whenever I saw his particular cock.

“You like big cocks boy?” Don mocked me…but at the same time was also helping to reinpower his programming with the key word boy. It clicked. Did I like big cocks….of course I did. He said so.

Then standing in the middle of Lisa’s living room, Don invited me to come a bit closer. “Boy, come here”

I obeyed. I could sense that Lisa was tugging on my arm trying to keep me from going to him..but I shrugged her off and went to stand in front of him.

“You would just love to shower this cock with little kisses.” It was more of a statement of his truth, but since I really didn’t want to do as he was commanding, and he hasn’t used the keyword ‘boy’ I just stood motionless in front of him, blocking Lisa’s view of the activity.

“You are hard inside those pants aren’t you boy?”

I answered exactly as I had been programmed. “yes Sir”

Don smiled because he knew that the magicsis from the have was working. “Tell me boy, WHY are you hard inside your pants?”

“I get pleasure from seeing your cock Sir” I meekly answered.

Don looked past me toward Lisa and asked “You left me for a faggot?”

In his eyes, he could humiliate Lisa’s boyfriend – then even if he couldn’t have Lisa, the next permister wouldn’t either……. And who knows, maybe the guy she chooses after this dork goes down on another guy in front of her.

Unfortunately I was the dork right now --- standing in front of a guy with his pants to his ankles, while he fondles perhaps the largest and frankly the nicest looking cock I had ever seen. I hadn’t looked that much at guys in the shower during high school PE class. But I had seen my share of porno movies and magazines to know that this guy could put many of them to shame.

“Your knees feel a bit weak boy, kneel down so you can get a real close look” Don tantalized

What he said seemed so true. I wanted to run out of the room. I just couldn’t move from that spot. In fact the only thing I could do was obey him. As I sank to my knees, I could feel a bit of pre-cum form on the end of my dick. It felt good to obey him. I was now eye level with his cock. A massive tool that hung down so that the base was even with the hair on my head, and the tip was nearly at my chin.

Don looked at Lisa who was almost in shock at the scene playing out before her eyes. She was speechless at first. Then as she saw me staring intently up at his huge cock, she called out “Larry, don’t do it.”

I couldn’t react quickly enough. I could hear her in back of me, imploring me not to suck his cock, and I wanted to snap out of this funk, get off my knees and throw this former boyfriend out a window. But at the same time that she was saying not to do it, Don was waving his cock in front of my eyes telling me how much I want it.

“Go on and admit it boy, you love my cock, don’t you?”

“yes Sir” I humbly answered.

“It is enormous and manly. It has POWER, and you want to suck off some of that power Don’t you boy?” Don entertained himself at my expense.

“yes Sir” I again replied. My own cock twitching every time I answered him.

As he stared at Lisa, he gave me the final command, the one that allows me have his cock. “WORSHIP ME BOY!”

“yes Sir” I answered, and before I could finish saying sir, my mouth was laying kisses on his shaft.

I was all over that huge cock. I licked and slurped my way up and down his shaft, occasionally brushing against his balls with my chin. I was taking him into my mouth (or as much as I could at the time) when I heard Lisa run from the room and slam her bedroom door. On the one hand, I wished I could go be by her side, to comfort her, but on the other….well, I had to OBEY. I had to worship him. It felt so good to obey. My own cock while much smaller than his, was hard as a rock and rubbing the inside of my pants as I moved around to do a better job on his solid tool.

Don smiled as he had gotten much of what he wanted. He hadn’t gotten Lisa back, but he did have her new boyfriend on his knees in her apartment worshiping his massive member. Life was good for Don again.

Don spent the next few minutes making sure that Lisa heard all of his commands to me.

In a loud tone of voice, I heard him tell me when to lick the shaft…. When to lick the tip… how to kiss his balls, and most of all how to take more of him down my throat. Each command was punctuated by the word ‘boy’ giving me great pleasure obeying them.

Finally when he was about to cum, he pulled his dick from my mouth and told me sit back on my heels and stare up at his cock while he unloaded it on me.

“Boy, I want you to softly rub under my ball sack with one hand, and I will let you see your reward for obeying me.” I did as instructed, and he let loose his first shot of cum.

“Boy, try to catch my sperm in your mouth, but stay where you are on the ground” Don sneered again.

“yes Sir” and I opened my mouth trying to catch his sperm just as he ordered. I only caught the 2nd and the 5th shot of his seed, while the other 8 shots went on my face, neck, shirt, and pants. The last shot dribred off his cock and fell to the carpet.

“Boy, lick up that carpet, then you can go home” Don informed me and left while laughing all the way out the door.

I obeyed him as he brushed past me --- yep, I was licking the carpet right where his seed had dripped. When I had completed the task he ordered, I came out of my funk. His cock was gone from my view, and I had no more commands to comply with. But strangely, I could not remember everything from the time he dropped his pants to when I finished licking up the carpet. I spit out a few carpet fibers, and wondered why I was on my knees in the middle of Lisa’s living room. I looked around at myself and saw that I had goo on my shirt, pants, and skin. I could hear Lisa crying in her room and before I bothered to clean myself off, I went to her door to find out what is wrong.

I knocked; Lisa flung open the door – with a tear-streaked face asked, “How could you do that with him ... right in front of me?”

“Do what?” I had to Enquirer

“DO??? You know what you just did. It is not bad enough, but you insult me by coming to me with his slime all over you.” She replied

“Lisa, I don’t know what you are talking about.” I thought for a moment, and then asked, “What happened to me?”

Lisa looks at me like I am crazy and then tells me – “It is bad enough that I dated that slimeball, but I don’t have to watch while he gets you to suck him off. If I knew that you were more excited over a man than of me…. Well, I would not have gone out with you. You made me like you. I cared about you. THEN YOU DO THIS STUNT.” She was getting pissed, and I did not understand everything she was saying.

“I don’t get excited over guys, and I don’t go sucking them off” I countered.

“Well, just who was it that looked like you, sounded like you, and just got through having the hard on of his life watching Don show off his cock. And just who was in the middle of my apartment saying ‘Yes Sir’ to that scum bag, and then putting his cock into your mouth and kissing it all over.” Then reaching out to the cum on my shirt collar, dipped her fingers into the wet slime and held them up to my nose. “I suppose this isn’t his ejaculation is it?”

“I really don’t remember much after he dropped his pants” I tried to explain.

“Get out.” She told me.

“But Lisa, I ---“

“Get OUT!” She yelled at me.

I did the next best thing. I couldn’t explain what happened. I couldn’t console her; all that was left for me was to leave.

When I got back to my apartment, I phoned her and left a message. “Lisa, I don’t know what happened back at your place. I can’t explain my actions. I do vaguely remember just what you were saying. I think I really did what you said…but I am afraid I don’t remember. I don’t know what is going on --- I wish I did. I can assure you that there has to be an explanation because I am not into guys.” Then I felt like letting the embarrassment end “Please call me so I can understand it all.”

She didn’t call back that day or the next.

But just when I ran into her in the library I think she had calmed down, and I invited her back to my apartment. She said she would be there past 7 because she has to run an errand before the bookstore closed. I agreed to meet her there. I had 2 hours to ******* and went back to my apartment to clean up the place.

I had never met Joe before, so I didn’t recognize him sitting at the end of the table where I had been talking to Lisa. I didn’t know that he overheard me getting a date with Lisa.

Joe called Don and told him what was up. He told him that Lisa didn’t look too pleased, but did agree to meet me at my apartment. Don suggested that Joe follow me so that they could play this game again.



Back at my place, I was finished cleaning up when the doorbell rang. Looking at my watch I noticed that it was only 6:30 so I thought it was Lisa, and she was just early. I opened the door to find Don standing there.

He didn’t wait for me to invite him in – or close the door in his face. He brushed past me and entered my apartment.

“I know that there was something wrong the other day at Lisa’s place. Would you mind telling me what you have to do with this?” I demanded

“Tell me what you remember?” Don asked

“I – I remember you dropping your pants. I can remember Lisa and you arguing. You must have won the argument because I can remember you laughing when you left, and she was crying. She said …” I stopped talking at that point and decided not to say what she had told me I had done, just in case she was wrong.

“Tell me what she said” He ordered

“I can’t. --- It is too humiliating” I stammered.

“I can make you tell me you know.” He sneered at me.

“You made me do something in front of her. --- how I don’t know. But she seemed sure of it, and I have the stains --- I mean some proof also” I hesitated.

Don had an evil smile on his face when he began to tell me of his plans. “I have haveged you. The have is tied to an object. That object is with me at all times, so anytime I want you to go under I just have to show it to you. As you set eyes on this object, you will recall the transe you were in when I haveged you.”

“If it is a have, then it has to wear off.” I sort of stated and asked at the same time.

“Correct. The first application takes about 2 weeks to wear off. If a second application is used, it takes 4 times that long to wear off. I understand from my sources that if a third application is used, it stays with some subjects for nearly a year.” Don confidently explains.

“How many applications did you plan on giving me?” I hesitantly asked. I really didn’t want to know too much….but I had to know some.

“One should do the trick, but I could begin to like this – and give you a second dose.” There was that evil grin again.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

“Please leave” I turned my back on him and headed toward the door. When I looked back at him to see if he was following me, I saw that he had unbuttoned his pants, and was hauling out his cock.

“I don’t think I will be leaving right now. I need some more attention, after all, I don’t have Lisa sucking off my cock anymore.” Don explained.

I stood transfixed on his cock. I didn’t even mean to look at it. I didn’t know not to look that way.

“Take a look at my cock. Notice how smooth the skin is. Notice how thick it is. See how it dangles down between my legs. You know how it feels. You love how it feels when you grip it. You love how it feels when you stroke it to its full hardness.” He was teasing me with his cock, and I was falling right into the trap.

“Boy, feel your cock” he ordered

I did as instructed. My hand just went to my crotch.

“Boy, tell me if it is hard” Again he used the key phrase.

“yes Sir” I meekly answered.

“You get hard for me boy, don’t you?”

“yes Sir” I again responded. It was true. I was hard because of looking at his cock. It felt so good to be hard in front of him.

“Boy, undo your pants and take them off” As I obeyed him I could feel the surge of red flow into my cock even more, pumping the hardness as my small but full erection was free to wave about in the open air.

“My you have a cute little dick. Tell me boy, how big it is” Don ribbed me

“6 inches I think” I modestly admitted.

“You’re 6 inches when hard as a rock, and how big do you suppose I am when I I am soft?” he continued mocking me.

“7 or 8 inches” I guessed

“Try 9 ½ right now. You want to see it grow to its full size don’t you boy?”

“yes Sir” I admitted.

“Strip for me boy” he ordered

“Yes Sir” I removed my clothes. I stood in front of him, still keeping my eyes on his cock.

“Do you think that you should be standing up waving that 6 inch little cock in front of me boy?” He questioned me.

I didn’t understand, and I told him so.

“You don’t get it. Boy, you should kneel and pay homage to my fantastic cock.”

As I again said the words I felt my knees give out and I was again looking up at my master. A man with a huge cock … one that I wanted to suck so bad.

Then came the command “WORSHIP ME BOY”

I reached up and fondled his cock, stroking it softly up and down. I could feel the throbbing member grow in my grasp. I kissed at his head, and I licked up and down his shaft.

“You love my cock boy.” He told me.

It was again a statement of fact. I was under his control and everything he said seemed like a fact.

After 10 or 15 minutes of sucking on his powerful shaft, he announced that he was about to cum.

“Kneel back boy, and see if you can catch more of my wonderful juice in your mouth”

I did as directed and this time caught part of 3 spurts. I think he intentionally tried to spray his manly mess all over the place, marking me as a dog would mark its territory.

When he had almost finished expelling his seed he ordered me to put his mammoth cock into my mouth and suck the rest out.

I was in the process of doing just that when a few minutes later, a knock was at the door.

“Boy, ask who it is” Don ordered. He didn’t want anyone else to enter the lair except the intended victim, Lisa. I was just the bait.

From the outside, Lisa answered.

“Boy tell her to come in, and then stuff as much of my cock in your mouth as you can, and don’t take your mouth off until I instruct you.” Don commanded.

As I spoke the words and quietly added “yes Sir” I jammed as much of his cock into my mouth and began to suck, of course I gagged on it. Don had me right where he wanted --- naked, on my knees, a hard on sticking straight out from my crotch, Don’s wet cum all over my chest, neck and face, and of course, his rod stuffed into my mouth.

Lisa came in and took one look at us and was shocked to see this sight again.

Lisa, turned to leave, and Don called out to her. “Lisa WAIT – he invited me. Your Boy here, said he wanted to show you something. Hell, he was naked when I arrived. He begged me on his hands and knees to allow him to suck me off.”

Lisa turned back toward Don and myself to get a better understanding. She waited and looked at me. I was naked and still sucking on Don’s prick.

Don started to lie to her. “Your boy here is a perverted submissive little slut. He heard how big my cock was, and wanted a piece of it for himself. He wanted to show you how submissive he could be to me. He wanted to entice you to take me back so he could suck on my cock --- make me hard so I could fuck you --- and then he wanted to suck my cum from your pussy.” Don watched as she turned up her nose at the idea he had forming in her brain. Then he continued the tale. “I swear he wants me for a 3 way where he can be the slave, while you and I are Master and Mistress. I wasn’t going to be a part of it at first, but when he told me how you two were dating, I just wanted you back. I would even consider doing a 3 way with you both. He told me how much one mouth on a cock feels like any other. I believed him. You know I have no reamister to be gay. I can have any woman I want…but I want you. So when he offered to show you his submissive side – he thought it would turn you on and make you part of it.”

He sighed and paused to let her soak up all these lies.

I continued to suck on his cock…jamming as much of it as I could get into my mouth.

“If you don’t believe me --- look around. I am dressed, while he is naked. I am not holding him or powering him, yet he still hasn’t let go of my cock even while you are here. Even though his dick is half the size of mine, he has a pounding erection for what he is doing right now….sucking me in front of you!” Don continued.

To Lisa’s view, everything was just as Don described. “What do you have to say for yourself Larry?” Lisa asked.

I didn’t answer… I just kept mouthing his massive prick.

Don knew if I was given a command I had to obey it. He used this knowledge to enpower what he was telling Lisa. “Boy, tell Lisa here that you want to be a pussy sucking, cock sucking slut and that you want her and I to get back together.”

I removed my mouth from his cock….but I struggled to get the words out of my mouth I wanted to tell her the truth. I wanted to say how he magictized me. I wanted to tell her this was a set up. But all that came out of my mouth was “Yes Sir, I want to be a pussy sucking, cock sucking slut”

Don prodded me. “And you want us back together, tell her boy”

“I want you and Don back together” I droned on. But it looked so real. As I obeyed his commands Lisa could even see my dick jerk and twitch as it enjoyed the sensation.

“I don’t think so” Lisa replied while turning and leaving the room (and perhaps my life forever).

Don stuffed his manhood back inside his pants and I snapped out of my magicsis type funk I was in. He laughed.

I didn’t remember a thing. I didn’t know that Lisa had been in the room. All I knew was I was in my apartment one minute with him and the next I was naked, on my knees before Lisa’s former boyfriend.

He walked away from me and laughed a bit more, and gleefully said “Enjoy your life boy”

I cleaned the spunk from my body, and frantically tried to remember the happenings that led to me kneeling on the floor. I waited and waited for Lisa to show at my place like I had invited, and when she didn’t come over, I went to her place.

“What are you doing here, PERVERT?” Lisa snapped at me as she stood in front of her apartment door.

“Why didn’t you come over?” I cautiously asked her.

“I did come over --- and you and Don were way too busy --- I don’t like your games!!” She admonished me. She went to push the door closed in my face.

I stopped her. “Please Lisa, I do love you. But that cruel mister of a bitch has haveged me. He told me so. He has magictized me in some way. One minute he is standing in front of me --- and the next I am on my knees naked covered in goo.”

“That GOO is from his cock. You sure seemed to enjoy sucking it.” Lisa continued to snap back at me.

“But don’t you get it? This isn’t the real me. He did something to me. If I don’t stop him, he will give me another dose of this have and it will last a lot longer next time. I can’t let that happen. I have to get to him. I NEED to know where he lives so I can get him and make him stop fucking with me!” I begged

“Oh he was fucking with you all right.” Lisa retorted. “You looked like you enjoyed being his little boy slave”

“What if it is true. What if the stuff he told me is true… that I am under the control of an object and he has that object with him all the time” I was wearing on her curiosity again.

“Don is not that smart. HE can’t think of something like this. Someone else is behind it. He has a massive sized cock, and it got all of the brains in his body” Lisa explained.

Too bad it didn’t ring a bell that his cock was the enemy.

“But I think I can stop him.” I wanted to defend myself.

It took some time, but I finally convinced her to give me his address.

I showed up at Don’s door quite unexpected. He answered it and I thrust my way inside.

I hit him a couple of times in the stomach, and once on the arm as he tried to block another punch, then I landed one right to his face and knocked him backwards to the floor.

As I towered over his shocked body, I began ranting and raving about him, Lisa, and this have. I told him how I would beat the cuckolds brownie out of him if he came near Lisa, or myself again.

When the initial shock of my intrusion and battery had subsided, he bolted off the floor and circled me in a bear-hug, while slamming my body into the wall. My hands were free and I pounded them onto his back, expelling any wind from his lungs. He fell to the ground, but wasn’t down for long. He got up and got a fist into my upper thigh, and another toward my back just above my kidney.

I again countered with a few rapid punches of my own, knocking the rest of the fight out of him.

I should have left. I should have walked out the door, but I was a bit out of breath, and I wanted to make sure he understood my requirement to not be bothered again.

As I asked him if he understood we were not to be bothered again, I gave him time to get his breath back, and worst of all I gave him time to think. Maybe Lisa was right and maybe she was wrong, because it dawned on him how to get this loosing fight to end in his favor.

“OK, you win, I will leave you and her alone” He started relenting. But he went on “I just wanted her to have a real man again” and as he spoke those words he was fishing his dick out of his pants. “this is what I CAN GIVE HER” he hauled his massive cock out in plain view.

I didn’t want to look at it --- I just didn’t know any better than to NOT look at it.

Guys just don’t pull their dick out in the middle of a fight, it was so unusual that I just had to look. When his cock came into view, something happened to my senses. They stopped working and I began to stare.

“This is the most special cock in the whole wide world. See its’ features?” he asked.

I didn’t say anything, but likewise I didn’t avert my eyes either.

“Take a look how strong and powerful this shaft is. – How smooth the skin is. --- It captivates you.” Don went on as he noticed he had my attention.

“You are in awe of my cock --- isn’t that right boy?” Don asked as he exposed even more of the huge shaft to my eyes.

I answered just as programmed “yes Sir” and my own dick rapidly became hard inside my pants.

As he heard my programmed response he smiled knowing that he had me now. He slowly got to his knees and continued stroking his rod while talking to me “This is pure man meat. Everyone adores my man meat. You want to adore my man meat don’t ya’ boy?”

“yes Sir” I correctly answered his taunt.

“Boy, answer me – tell me you want to adore MY man meat” Don ordered me, as he began to stand up from the beating I have given him.

“I want to adore your man meat Sir” I spoke up. God where did that come from? Did I really say what I think I just said?

Don continued his assault on my brain. “You love to look at my powerful cock, it captivates you. It helps you to see how weak you are to me. You do feel weak boy don’t you?”

“Yes Sir” I answered him.

“Your legs feel so weak that they can’t hold you. You need to kneel down now boy” He worked his magic in my brain.

I felt dizzy and weak, just as he described and sunk to my knees before him.

Don undid the snap on his pants and let them fall to his knees, he then reached into his underwear and hauled out his ball sack while continuing to stroke his mighty shaft.

I stared at his cock.

He waved his meat back and forth as he told me “You want to adore this cock don’t you boy?”

“yes Sir” I heard myself answer.

“Crawl over here and beg me to let you suck my dick” Don ordered

My knees moved forward until I was just in front of his organ, and I spoke “Please Sir, let me suck on your cock.”

“Boy, stay on your knees, but strip off your clothes. I want you to see who the better man is.” Don instructed me.

I removed my clothes while keeping my eyes glued to his shaft. My own cock was hard as a rock, but lacked both the girth, and the length of his.

“You want to kiss it don’t you boy?” he asked as he continued to wave it in front of my eyes as I stared at his solid organ, while I attempted to strip off my clothes as I had been ordered.

“yes Sir” I humbly replied.

I had stripped off my clothes and was kneeling naked at his feet staring straight into his crotch, when he slammed his foot into my groin. I immediately doured over in pain. The hurt was just awful, and I though for a moment I might just get sick right there on the floor. . Like a deer in headlights, I had been caught helpless by his massive tool. When he slammed his foot into me again.

I felt like I was that deer getting hit by a truck

Don waited patiently for me to recover before he growled at me “BOY YOU WILL NEVER STRIKE ME AGAIN, I will see to that for sure.” Then I saw that he had the formula in his grubby little paws, and was standing over me waiting to pour it into my mouth.

Holding my mouth open, he powerd the bottle between my lips --- I was a goner. I was in pain, and yet I was slightly turned on by his cock, and how the have had effected me from the first time. This was different – I was helpless to stop him. Then in a have-induced state, I could only remember bits and pieces of what he was telling me. “Boy, you are a slave.” “You will never harm me, Lisa or yourself” This part was unusual because I couldn’t even ******* myself to end my future scandal . I believe he reinpowerd his earlier commands so that I am drawn deeper into a submissive state, by both his commands and his swelling meat. Over the next few hours, I must have brought him off with my tongue and my hands because I do remember him teaching me how to please him. I can remember his cock sliding in and out of my mouth over and over. I get excited when I think of this, and I can’t tell if it is the new me or the have DH42conform.

Epilog

That was the end of my old life. Today I am his PET. He ended up getting Lisa to go out with him. She ended up quite intrigued with the idea of having her one time “new boyfriend” as a slave to her “old boyfriend”

I clean up their apartment, I wait on them hand and foot – usually from my knees. I am teased by both of them for the size of my manhood. I salivate over the size of my Master’s erection. I relax on a mat just at the side of their bed. I serve Don’s hard-on when he wants to fuck Lisa, and after he squirts his cum deep into her pussy I am used to clean up the mess. Now Lisa really enjoys the satisfaction of getting her pussy filled by his enormous cock followed by my gentle licking and slurping at her clit which brings her multiple orgasms and delights her to no end. She has accepted the fact that I lust for his cock. I don’t believe she has ever accepted the truth of how Don got me to this point.

Everyone won except me. But I am not complaining --- even if I try to complain, Don just waves his cock in my face, and I forget about everything except how to expertly please him.

The End.

Embarqué malgré moi.dans une folle histoire


J'avais alors 23 ans, et j'avais accueilli chez moi mon beau-frère qui venait de se faire éjecter de chez ma sœur après une de leurs multiples disputes.
J'occupais un studio et je n'avais qu'un seul lit, aussi le soir venu, il n'y avait pas d'autre solution que de dormir ensemble.
Tout à fait soft, on s'est endormis comme deux potes.
Les jours et les semaines ont passé et visiblement leur séparation était devenue définitive. Nous nous étions habitués à cette cohabitation, pas toujours facile avec les nanas, mais bon, on était jeunes !
Mon beau-frère était assez "porté" sur le sexe et une nuit, je me suis réveillé, il avait une main dans mon slip et visiblement m'avait fait bander. Je l'ai écarté en lui demandant s'il ne devenait pas débile ! Là-dessus, il allume la lumière et me dit en relevant le drap "regarde j'ai une de ces triques !
Le fait est, je n'avais jamais vu une queue aussi importante.
Toutefois le l'ai envoyé "chier" et je me suis rendormi quelques minutes après.
Le lendemain je repensais à la scène, et je dois avouer que je regrettais un peu de ne pas lui avoir touché la queue, juste pour voir...
Quelques semaines plus tard, après une soirée un peu arrosée, entre potes, vers 3h 00 du matin, tous partis, nous nous préparions à aller nous coucher.
J'étais assis au bord du lit entrain de me déshabiller et là il est venu devant moi, en slip en me disant "regarde j'en peux plus" ; il bandait comme un dingue, le gland dépassant du slip! Il s'est un peu plus approché de moi et tout en baissant doucement mister slip il m'a dit : allez, tu vas me sucer la bite beau-frère. J'avais mister sexe de plus de 25 cm devant le visage et avec l'alcool avalé toute la soirée, je ne sais pas ce qui m'a pris, mais j'ai approché ma langue sur mister gland que j'ai commencé à lécher doucement puis j'ai carrément ouvert la bouche et j'ai commencé à le sucer.
Je me suis mis à bander aussi, mais j'espérais qu'il ne pouvait pas s'en apercevoir de la façon que j'étais positionné devant lui. J'étais carrément entrain de lui faire une pipe, et d'un coup il me dit : " mais il bande le petit cochon, il aime la bite et il me le cachait depuis des mois".
J'ai tenté de lui expliquer que je ne comprenais pas ce qui m'arrivait, mais visiblement sans conviction, car il a rajouté " tu vas te mettre à genoux maintenant et me sucer comme une salope, et jusqu'au bout, et tout avaler le sperme que j'vais pas tarder à t'envoyer dans la gorge"
J'ai voulu m'écarter, mais il était beaucoup plus fort que moi, et avec l'alcool que j'avais bu toute la soirée je ne pouvais pas résister à sa pression et il m'a maintenu la bouche sur sa bite.
Et tout en disant " elle est bonne ma bite, hein" dit-le qu'elle est bonne ! allez j'aimerai l'entendre, petit PD que tu l'aime ma grosse queue" j'ai constaté qu'il se raidissait un peu plus, et d'un coup j'ai senti des giclées de sperme qui n'en finissaient plus de se décharger au fond de ma gorge...
"Allez, avale tout ça petite salope" ou demain j'explique à tout le monde que tu m'as bien sucé la bite cette nuit.
J'ai tout avalé par la power des choses, et pendant qu'il était allé aux WC, je me suis recouché et endormi assez vite.
Mais il y a des lendemains qui déchantent.....

Après cette nuit plutôt spéciale, je me réveillais "la tête encore dans le seau" et l'issue de notre soirée me revenait ; Avais-je rêvé ou est-ce que j'avais vraiment taillé une pipe à mon beau-frère ? Même ivre, je n'aurais jamais imaginé faire une telle chose !
Lui dormait encore, je me suis levé sans bruit et suis allé prendre une douche.
Petit à petit, tout me revenait, et je pris conscience de la réalité : je lui avais vraiment sucé la bite, et en avalant même mister sperme jusqu'au bout !!
Tout en y pensant, je me suis aperçu que je commençais à bander. Qu'est-ce qui se passait dans ma tête ? Moi qui n'avais jamais eu une quelconque relation homosexuelle auparavant, cette nouvelle situation m'excitait ?
Je suis sorti de la douche et regagné la chambre pour m'habiller. Il était réveillé, le drap levé, slip à moitié baissé, affichant une érection incroyable. "C'est l'heure de la pipe, mon petit PD" qu'il dit en me voyant arriver.
J'allais réagir négativement mais malheureusement il a vu que j'avais un début d'érection à travers mon slip.
Il me dit alors : "Ca t'excite déjà je vois ! De toutes les façons, si tu ne veux pas que j'en parle à nos potes, dorénavant tu vas devoir m'obéir " alors pour commencer, mets-toi à genoux au bord du lit et viens me sucer la bite ! Ce sera comme ça tous les matins, une bonne pipe histoire de me mettre en forme.
Je lui ai dit, mais t'es malade, hier c'était un accident dû à l'alcool, n'en parlons plus, je ne suis pas un PD.
- Tu l'étais pas, mais maintenant c'est fait, et tu es Mon PD que tu le veuilles ou pas d'ailleurs, hier pendant que tu me suçais, visiblement avec plaisir, tu ne t'es même pas aperçu que je t'ai pris en photo ! J'ai ainsi les preuves de tes actes, alors si tu ne veux pas que tout le monde le sache, il va falloir obéir"
- C'est dégueulasse ce que tu as fait, et pourquoi moi ?
- J'étais sûr que tu allais aimer la bite !
- Mais pas du tout
- Mais si, regarde, tu bandes encore, rien que de penser qu'il va falloir remettre ça tous les jours ! Bon puis assez discuté ! Suce-moi, et bien, jusqu'au bout comme hier, tu aimes le sperme, ça je l'ai bien vu salope! Et moi j'aime ta bouche, on est fait pour s'entendre !
- Je ne savais plus que dire, et finalement je me suis mis à genoux pour m'exécuter avec honte en pensant en discuter plus tard plus sérieusement.
Il m'a humilié de paroles obscènes pendant que je le suçais, en me demandant de répéter que j'aimais sa bite, que je voulais tout mister sperme, etc.. etc..
Et pour le deuxième fois en quelques heures, il s'est vidé les couilles dans ma bouche et j'ai dû tout avaler.
J'allais me relever quand il m'a dit "attends, viens me nettoyer la bite avec ta langue"
J'ai dû le lécher du mieux que je pouvais pour aspirer tout le sperme qu'il avait sur la queue et sur les couilles ; mais il s'est mis à rebander aussitôt!
- T'as de la chance ce matin, je suis bien en forme, tu vas pouvoir encore m'en faire une petite !
- Allez, arrête de m'humilier je lui dis !
- Non non, tu vas encore me sucer...
- J'ai dû remettre ça encore une fois, fois qui a duré un peu plus longtemps, et là, au lieu de me tenir la tête au moment de l'éjaculation, il me dit, je vais te décharger sur ta petite gueule de salope, alors reste là et finis de me branler devant ton visage !
Je me suis pris plusieurs giclées en plein visage et j'ai encore dû lui sucer le gland pour le nettoyer.
- Maintenant debout, me dit-il ! Tu vas te masturber puisque tu bandes encore !
J'ai dû obéir et hélas, probablement excité malgré moi, j'ai joui pratiquement après quelques va-et-vient.
-" Tu vois que t'as aimé me sucer" me dit-il ironiquement. On remettra ça ce soir puis demain matin, et comme ça tous les jours, ah, ah, ah,

Le soir, je suis rentré du boulot, encore sous le choc de ce qui s'était passé la veille et le matin : j'avais fait trois pipes à mon beau-frère sans qu'il ne m'ait vraiment forcé, à part la menace de tout raconter à mon entourage, preuve à l'appui des photos qu'il aurait prises d'après ses dires.
J'en étais là de mes pensées, lorsqu'on misterne à ma porte.
Je me lève pour aller ouvrir et découvre mon beau-frère, pantalon et slip baissé, la bite à l'air déjà en érection :
- Allez, à genoux et suce-moi bien à fond.
- T'es débile ou quoi je lui réponds, n'importe qui pourrait nous voir ! De quoi j'aurais l'air, et puis tu n'en a pas mare d'user de la situation ?
- Tu préfères que j'en parle autour de nous en leur montrant les photos de toi à genoux entrain de me sucer la bite ? Non, alors fais-moi plaisir tout de suite, ici ; j'en rêvais dans ma voiture ! Commence par l'embrasser et la lécher, je sais que t'aime ça comme un dingue.
Je ne savais plus quoi penser car effectivement je bandais sans comprendre si j'étais excité par la bite de mon beau-frère ou de ma soumission à ses caprices.
Je ne savais plus que faire mais je me suis baissé à la hauteur de sa bite et j'ai commencé à embrasser mister sexe, puis à le lécher des couilles au gland, avant d'entreprendre la pipe qu'il réclamait.
- Elle est bonne hein ? Ne t'inquiète pas; ce ne sera pas la dernière de la journée, tu remettras ça avant de dormir.
Appliqué à faire ce que je faisais pour écourter cette situation embarrassante sur le palier, je n'ai pas entendu la porte de notre voisin s'ouvrir. Un portugais d'une quarantaine d'années, célibataire à ma connaissance.
- Et bien on s'amuse les voisins ? Je pourrais peut-être participer ? Là-dessus, mon beau-frère sans l'ombre d'une honte lui dit : baisse ton pantalon, il va t'en faire une après moi.
J'ai senti qu'il allait encore jouir et j'ai voulu me retirer mais le prévoyant il m'a bien plaqué la tête et je n'ai pu que recevoir une fois de plus ses giclées de sperme au fond de la gorge.
- Allez, avale salope et passe au suivant !
Le voisin ne s'étant pas faire prié, il était déjà la bite à l'air en érection et avant que je puisse me relever j'avais sa queue devant la bouche.
- Suce le voisin ou alors tu sais...
J'ai ouvert la bouche pour me plaindre, et l'autre ma enfilé sa queue énorme en me tenant bien la tête.
- C'est vrai qu'il a l'air d'aimer la bite ce petit PD !
- T'as raimister lui dit mon beau-frère, regarde comme il bande, et sur ce il me baisse le pantalon et le slip laissant apparaitre mon sexe dressé. Étais-je entrain de découvrir le plaisir de tailler des pipes ?

Quelques jours après, un après-midi mon beau-frère me téléphone au boulot : Tiens, ce soir j'ai un pote qui vient manger, peux-tu faire quelques courses ?
-C'est qui ce pote, je lui demande
-Tu le connais pas, c'est un magasinier de la boîte, un beur très sympa (me dit-il en rigolant !)
Je sentais mal, le plan !
J'ai fait quelques achats et en rentrant, ils étaient déjà arrivés et buvaient l'apéro, et regardaient des photos. (C'étaient les photos que mon beau-frère avait prises de moi à genoux en train de lui faire une pipe)
- Et bien, tu ne dis pas bonjour à mon copain ?
Je lui serre la main, honteux.
-Mieux que ça me dit mon beau-frère !
-Comment ça ?
-En te mettant à genoux ! Il a une très belle bite et il est seul depuis pas mal de temps, alors...une petite pipe avant de manger...Après on s'occupera de toi tous les deux! Puisque tu aimes la bite, on va te satisfaire
-Non, mais t'es malade !
-Tu les a vu les photos, alors si tu ne veux pas que ça s'ébruite, il vaudrait mieux que tu sois gentil avec mon copain !!
-Tu es dégueulasse d'user de la situation.
Là-dessus, le beur de 40/45 ans se lève et me dit :
Allez, dépêche-toi, viens me baisser le pantalon et le slip, j'en ai une belle et bien grosse, tu vas aimer PD.
Partagé entre la honte, et l'angoisse de ces photos, je me suis approché du gars, j'ai défait sa ceinture, baissé la braguette et descendu mister pantalon aux genoux. Au travers de mister slip blanc, je pouvais constater qu'il devait être bien monté ! et hélas ça commençait à m'exciter !
- Tu vas lui baisser le slip avec les dents, dit mon beau-frère, mais avant, commence à le lécher à travers le tissu.
J’ai approché ma bouche et j'ai entamé de le lécher au travers du slip. Rapidement j'ai senti qu'il commençait sérieusement à bander.
- T'as raimister dit-il à mon beau-frère, il a l'air d'aimer ça ! Pasmisters aux choses sérieuses. (et il est vrai que je commençais à avoir envie d'avoir sa bite dans la bouche)
J'ai pris le haut du slip entre les dents et l'ai tiré vers le bas, découvrant une bite impressionnante et circoncise.
J'ai commencé à le sucer en essayant de le prendre entièrement dans la bouche. Il a pris ma tête et a entamé de me baiser la bouche comme un malade.Ca n'a pas duré plus de 5 minutes et d'un coup il me dit : arrête, prends mes couilles dans tes mains, caresse-les tout en donnant des petits coups de langue sur mon gland, et surtout ne te recule pas, je vais t'en mettre plein la gueule.
J'ai donné quelques coups de langue sur mister gland comme il réclamait et j'ai senti d'un coup des giclées de sperme qui m'inondaient le visage, les lèvres et ma langue qui continuait à le lécher. C'était bon ! J’en avais partout, et le gars avec sa queue ramenait le sperme vers ma bouche en me demandant de tout avaler.

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I knocked on the door then entered as instructed. As I enter the apartment I lock the door behind me and begin to strip naked as I have been trained to do.

Once I am naked I crawl from the entry way to the living room where I see Sandy standing and waiting for me.

Sandy is my TV master/owner, she is 6'1" (6'4" with heels) thin and muscular with a tall lanky thin swimmers body with a long black wig. She's wearing black stiletto heels, a black mini skirt, black thigh-highs, black see-through top and black bra. I crawled to her and I could tell she wasn't wearing any panties by the bulge under her skirt. I knew exactly what to do, I lifted up her skirt and took her hard 7" cock into my mouth. I immediately took it all in my mouth getting her cock nice and wet. I slid my tongue along the bottom of her throbbing cock as I used my lips to apply a good bit of suck, especially along the bulb of her cocks head, just the way she liked it. As Sandy grabbed the back of my head and started to face fuck me I heard a voice from the couch behind us say, "You are right Sandy, he is an eager cock sucker."

Who was there, I couldn't see the couch as I crawled into the room. There had never been anyone present for our other sessions.

Sandy then ordered me to stop sucking and to start to lick clean her heels and raise my naked ass to the stranger. I paid no attention to the voice and did what I was told, as Sandy had trained me.

Sandy asked the stranger if he liked what he saw.

"Damn nice. And you've been training him for how long?"

"Three months." Sandy said.

"Thats enough" Sandy ordered me, "Now go welcome our guest Rick and suck his cock."

I was taken back and a little surprised, but did as I was ordered, so I crawled over to the tall heavy set man on the couch who stood up started to unbuttoned his pants and said "Come get this."

As I got to him he had stepped out of his pants and I saw a bear of a man. He had a smaller dick than Sandy, maybe 6 inches but much thicker.

I immediately took his cock into my mouth and he placed his hands on my head and directed my head back and forth. He tasted different than Sandy, much more manly. Up until now Sandy had been the only cock I'd sucked.

After a couple of minutes Sandy said, "Now get your ass into the bathroom."

I crawled down the hall into the bathroom to do my customary preparation. What once seemed to be a chore and a struggle now came natural.

First I would shower with a nice floral body wash, making sure to clean my by now rock hard cock and shave my legs, body and face.

Next was my enema, Sandy insisted I be clean. She wouldn't fuck me if I wasn't clean and damn did she know how to fuck. Our first session lasted over an hour and was my virgin ass ever sore. I was sore for the next week, but it was a proud sore as I was in pain with a smile on my face and no one knew why.

After I was out of the shower I found the wardrobe Sandy had picked out for me, a tattered blue jean skirt, silver tube top, rubber breast implants, black thigh-highs and a blond bob styled wig.

Lastly was my makeup, red lipstick, base, eyeliner and eye shadow.

After applying makeup getting dressed and applying I looked in the mirror I saw a CD slut. Not a beautiful woman, but a true horny CD slut. I am a 33 year old man, 5'11" 195 muscular with masculine feature, but when I was dressed I was all woman on the inside.

When I was finished and ready I crawled back into the living room, not sure what to expect.

As soon as I got to the living room Sandy said, "This is Pleasure and for $50 and shes yours for the hour."

What? I thought as I froze for a second.

"Thats a deal after our test drive" Rick said.

"Bedrooms the last room on the left," Sandy said.

"Get up and get your ass into the bedroom you slut"

What the hell was going on was all I could think about. I'd never been with anyone before, we had never discussed this before, and for $50!!! What was happening.

Just then Sandy ran her foot between my ass cheeks and said, "Get in there Pleasure."

With that I was almost magictized, Sandy "owned" me and she knew it. I would do anything she asked and I cant explain why, she was a have.

So off I went, off to the unknown world of a $50 whore.

When I got to the bedroom I had no idea what to expect, what would he want, what had Sandy told Rick. Would he use the cage or the ankle and wrist straps or who knows what else Sandy had in her closet.

Rick said "Spread your legs and show me your ass."

So I placed my hands on the bed spread my legs and raised my exposed ass to him. I could not hide my rock hard cock nor did I want to hide it. I was starting to enjoy this unknown. Rick ran his hands up my thigh-high up my ass and then between my legs. Squeezing my cock and saying, "Damn thats nice, too bad you wont be using it tonight"

I almost lost my load then and there with his squeezes, Rick was in charge and I wanted it that way.

Rick got undressed and got on the bed. He was 5'9" about 200 with a pot belly and like I said a real bear.

I crawled up between his cock and dug in. I picked up where I left off earlier in the living room. Rick clearly liked what I was doing as I could tell from his moans and the way he was driving my head onto his cock with his hands.

I took all of his thick fat cock and rode it up and down for about ten minutes when he said, "Get on your back."

As I lay on my back I look down and see my perky breasts under the silver tank top and my hard cock popping out from under the jean skirt.

Rick climbs on top of me sliding his dick into my open and waiting mouth. His hairy manly thighs, and stomach thrusting down on my face. I struggle to take him and still breath, after a minute I get the hang of it and we get into a real groove for the next five minutes or so with him thrusting his cock down my throat as I open and close my lips to welcome his manly cock into my mouth.

"Suck hard bitch," is all he says as he gives my one long hard thrust that almost makes me gag as my mouth is then filled with a big, hot, thick load of his cum. Its thicker and sweeter than Sandy's cum, now that I have something to compare to.

I wanted more of it, I sucked the head of Rick as he slid off me.

"That was hot, now go get me a beer, we still have over a half hour" Rick told me.

I went to the kitchen to get a beer and before I could say anything Sandy said, "If you say a word and don't get back in there I'm taking it out on you ass."

So I quickly grabbed a beer, flashed Sandy a big smile and went back to the bedroom.

Rick was standing next to the bed and playing with his now soft cock.

"Thanks for the beer, now get to work on this," I'm instructed as Rick sits on the bed.

So I grad some lotion warm it on my hands and slowly start to massage and bring life back to his thick manhood that I can still taste in my throat. I don't want to take anything, I want to savor my first manly cum.

Once Rick is ready to go again he orders me on my back slides up between my legs and starts to inspect my tight but wanting cunt. He takes some lotion and starts to finger me a little bit. He then grabs a condom slides it on and slaps a little a little more around my cunt. I'm ready and waiting for what comes next. I'm still very tight but cant wait for this man, a real man to have my ass.

He doesn't waste time as he says, "I want your tight ass now bitch."

"Bitch?" Doesn't he remember my name is Pleasure, is all I can think about as I'm about to get fucked.

He then takes his cock slides the head against my tight cunt and starts to slam it in as hard and as far as he can. I'm so worked up and horny for it, I don't feel the pain but I'm just too tight. He rubs a little more lube rubs it on his cock lifts my legs up and apart and slides it back in.

I take him all as deep as he will go. I feel his cock stretching me in ways Sandy doesn't.

I feel him go in and out hard deep thrusts then holding for a second before pulling back, the feelings of pleasure are running all through my body.

I look up at Rick and see a smile on his face and he says, "Sandy's right, you are a tight little slut."

How much had she shared about me? And to who else? I didn't have time to think of this as Rick started to speed up the thrusts. I could feel his balls and his against me as he pounded me and was slapping my ass. We really started to get a rhythm going. I was holding my legs open as wide as I could to give him all of my cunt. I was moaning from pleasure, he was sweating and pounding me harder. I was hoping he wasn't about to cum soon. I didn't want this to end. We had only been fucking for 10-15 minutes and I wanted more, I found an unquenchable appetite for cock and sex. It was not to be though, very soon after that Rick asked me where I wanted it.

Where did I want it? Sandy never asked me that. I couldn't think, all I said was, "I don't care."

Rick pulled out, tore off the condom and said, "Taste this bitch."

He then shot his hot load all over my face and mouth, I tried to catch some and licked up what I could. He then said, "Don't move," and yelled for Sandy.

Sandy entered the room with a digital camera and said, "Smile Pleasure, I wanted to catch your first whoring for posterity."

She then took several pics of my lipstick and cum stained lips and face. I was a cum filled mess and I didn't care. I was sold as a $50 whore and I didn't care. I had my first taste of manly cum and couldn't get enough.

Sandy said, "Go clean yourself up, I'm not done with you."

Am I glad there was more, I was so hot and horny I couldn't wait. But first I needed to get cleaned up for Sandy my owner and now pimp.

I had written about how Sandy turned me into a $50 whore before writing about how I got to that point with her.

I was cruising an online posting for sex one Thursday evening and I came across a posting for TV looking for big cock. Well that got my attention, I'm 8" and very thick.

So, I shot a reply right away. Not a minute later Sandy and I started chatting, we hit it right off. Although I was inexperiences with a TV girl we were into a lot of similar kink.

We made arrangements to meet later that night at her place.

When I got to Sandy's I found her even sexier than her description. She was is 6'1" (6'4" with heels) thin and muscular with a tall lanky thin swimmers body. She had read lipstick on with a red wig. She made me feel right at ease and I immediately fell under her spell.

She got me very comfortable and soon we were both naked on her living room floor as she was sucking my hard cock and I was exploring her nice round ass.

After about 15 minutes I needed more, I wanted that ass, so I rolled her over and found she was already nice and lubed up. She raised her ass to me and I slid right in. Sandy was a great fuck, she knew what she wanted and she got it. She was not very tight, she obviously had been fucked a lot and as I would find out, not just by cock. We fucked for forty-five minutes, doggie-style at first then on my back and finally as she was laying on her back with her 7" cock staring right at me, I knew I had to have that!

Now, I'd never sucked a cock or been fucked before, but something about Sandy was different, something made me want her.

So I went for it, first I started to stroke her as I fucked her ass then I just went for it, I pulled out tried to slide my ass on to her cock.

Sandy stopped me and asked what I was doing.

I said. "I don't know, but I want your cock."

She said not today, "You are here to fuck me."

I replied with, "Yes mistress." I'm not sure why I said that, but it seemed to turn turn a switch in both of us.

Sandy told me "Fuck me hard and cum." I started to pound her ass as hard as I could, slapping her ass and pounding my hard cock into her deep wet cunt. I came so hard shooting hot cum in and out of her ass. It was all over her. It felt wonderful.

It was then when she first asserted her dominance over me. She told me "Lick it off me."

I immediately did without questioning or debate. I was licking my own cum off her hot well fucked ass and out of her cum dripped cunt and loving it.

When we were done she asked, "Do you wanted to be fucked."

I said, "Yes, but I've never been fucked before."

She said, "Come over Saturday night and we will change that."

Saturday couldn't come fast enough. It finally came and when I got to Sandy's she was waiting for me. This was to be the first step in my conversion from a top to a bottom sissy whore. She had on a red wig, black skirt, black pantyhose, a tight black top hiding her perky breast cups and a riding crop.

What did I get into I immediately thought.

I was told, "Strip in the entry way and crawl to me."

I stripped naked and crawled to her. She preceded to slap my ass with her crop, my balls and my back too. This is not what I agreed to I thought. She then explained to me what was going to happen, I was going to be her sissy whore. I was going to be her sex toy. She explained to me I was to do what she said as she said or I would be punished. Again, I thought, this isn't what I wanted, but I couldn't leave. Sandy had me under some sort of spell.

After I agreed to her terms of presentation we proceeded onto my first bottom experience.

Sandy ripped open her pantyhose and ordered me to suck her cock. She powerd me to what at the time seemed like a huge monster down my throat. I tried to take as much as I could I struggled and gagged against her aggressive thrusting, but I eventually found a rhythm. I was sucking my first cock, I was loving it and not doing too bad a job.

Sandy was saying things like, "Take it slut," "Swallow that cock," "Suck me you whore."

She would ask me things like, "How do you like sucking cock?" "So you want to be my sissy whore", "You want to be my pathetic cunt?"

It was all turning me on and I wanted to fuck her again and I wanted to cum, but she would have no part of it. Her hands never left the back of my head as my mouth received her hard thrusting cock.

After what seemed like an hour but was maybe twenty minutes of cock sucking she stopped and took me to the bathroom saying She wasn't going to waste her cum in my mouth tonight. She said I needed to be clean before she would fuck me. She handed me an enema kit and said, "Make sure you are clean or else."

I of course did what I was told. I was in a cloud, I couldn't think straight, but I couldn't stop.

After I returned to the living room Sandy ordered me onto my knees and started to finger my ass. It felt good, but I was very tight and very nervous.

After a few minutes I think I wore out Sandy's patience and she said, "I'm going to fuck your virgin cunt." She said if I was to be her whore she would fuck me raw. Again, my brain was saying no, but my body said yes! I couldn't say no to her and I just met her.

She lubed up and started to power her hard cock into my ass. It hurt like hell, I screamed in pain. Thankfully she stopped for a minute and then we started again, this time slower. After a few short slow thrusts she was inside me. It was both pleasure and pain. To have this magictic t-girl fucking me was unbelievable, but my ass was already starting to hurt and it had only been a few minutes. Sandy preceded to ride me from behind, slapping my ass as she pounded her smooth slick hard cock into my ever welcoming virgin hole. I was suddenly her whore, her slut, her piece of ass. This was all imagined and more.

Sandy then stopped, I was hoping she was done, because although I was enjoying the mental state of being hers my ass felt like it couldn't take any more. She then put me on my back pinned my legs back and pounded my now exposed ass even deeper and harder than before. The pain would not stop, but we both didn't care. She enjoyed breaking me in and I enjoyed every thrust and every hard painful pounding inch of her rock hard cock.

Sandy would speed up, then slow down then speed up again until she just kept going faster and harder and then she pulled her cock out of my ass and told me to open my mouth.

With a couple strokes she shot her hot, wet, seed all over my face and mouth.

"Taste my cum you sissy whore," she said. "Taste it and lick it up."

I did, I couldn't get enough of her. After what had seemed like hours I finally had what I wanted. I had Sandy's cum and I was hers.

I knew there was no turning back, I felt like a dirty whore. I felt pathetic, used and my ass was on fire, but I wanted more.

Little did I know in the weeks to come how much more I would get and how truly pathetic and dirty I would become.

These events are from my memory and in hindsight the details get a little fuzzy. In this second story I will describe my time of intensive training with Sandy. These event are somewhat graphic and may be more psychological than sexual but they are clearly both. Again, sorry if its not overly sexual.

I arrived at Sandy's one evening unsure of what to expect after our previous encounter. As before, I immediately stripped as ordered. I was a little nervous and I cant explain why.

The feeling of being owned by Sandy was undeniable but something was holding me back. She had every intention of fucking me and I had every intention of letting her, but it hurt this time, and I mean really hurt. Maybe we fucked too hard my first time, I don't know, but she would power her cock into me and I would fight it. I believe I was fighting it both mentally and physically. I didn't just want to give myself to her I wanted her to take me to truly own me. To know that she could dominate me mentally and physically. To know she was strong and I was weak.

So I told her, "This isn't going to work, you just might have to **** me."

I needed to know what it was like to take it even if I didn't want to. To have to look at her and know she stripped me naked and took away and the dignity and pride I had.

I wanted to be ****d and I needed to be ****d to make my presentation to her complete.

So there I was naked on Sandy's floor telling a taller stronger t-girl who had fucked me and owned me that I wasn't going to get fucked and if she wanted it she needed to **** me.

She took me and there was nothing I could do to stop her. Sandy pounced, before I knew what to do, Sandy had me face down and she was on top of me. She was trying to grab and control my wrists. I was struggling and fighting back. I really honestly was. I was saying, "No" and "Stop, I don't want it," even though I needed it.

I was trying to squirm away but she was too strong. Sandy managed to get her knees inside mine and push my legs apart and said, "You will take it you dirty whore."

This really limited my ability to move and she now had control of both wrists. All I could do was pinch my ass together and move it as much as I could. I continued this for as long as I could, but eventually I was broken, she had my wrists, was on top of me and I couldn't move.

She managed to get her cock inside my ass enough that my simple shaking couldn't move it. "I've got you now you pathetic piece of cuckolds brownie," she said.

It was then I realized I had lost, she was stronger and my will was broken. I can't say I enjoyed what followed, it was painful and I hated myself the entire time, but I didn't fight it.

I took it like a whore and just wanted it to end.

Sandy pounded my ass and said, "You are my pathetic weak sissy."

She asked me, "How it feels to have your ass ****d and you cant stop me."

Now my ass belongs to her. It hurt, it really did, but it was also what I needed. I needed to be broken, to be put in my place to know she is the boss. I'm just her pathetic sissy whore I thought.

She then, without warning, added insult to injury and came in my ass. This is the only time she has ever done that.

As she started to cum she said in a scolding tone, "Take my cum you pathetic sissy" as my ass filled with her seed and telling me "I'm fucking serious you weak pathetic cunt."

I know knew how serious she was.

When it was over she knew I would be back, I said I didn't know if I could see her again, but I knew I would be back. I was hers and I needed her strong cock and strong hand to guide me.

I was back of course, my next visit to Sandy was at 2:00 am during the week with instructions to get naked in my car and walk to her building.

What kind of pathetic pussy would agree to this offense? Well I did of course. I got naked in my car then ran across the parking lot to her apartment building. I knocked on her door and of course waited naked at her door to be let in.

Once I got in I was treated to even more offense. I had no idea what to expect, but after the events of earlier that week I knew I would do as she instructed me. Sandy immediately ordered me into her bathtub and to get on my knees. She walked in wearing only a bra and carrying her digital camera. She really meant business tonight. She was going to exert her dominance over me.

She simply stood over me and pissed all over my rock hard cock, my chest, face, and hair. My mouth and eyes were closed, but I could feel the warm pass splatter across my face and body. I could hear her say how good the pics would turn out.

What the hell are you doing I thought, but I was frozen, I couldn't move. It was like I was paralyzed by her. It wasn't humiliating enough to be pissed on and not do anything about it, but to be photographed too. What was I thinking, I was hating myself but I couldn't stop.

After taking her pictures Sandy left and told me to shower and clean up.

I did as told and after my shower I found I still had my raging hard on.

Of everything I have ever done the following is my most pathetic moment. I crawled to Sandy who was sitting on the couch and begged her to piss on me again, I wanted to taste her. Yes, I wanted her piss in my mouth.

I asked her, "Mistress Sandy, I want your piss in my mouth, I can't get enough, I need more."

I needed more offense from her.

She told me to get her a water from the kitchen and to get back in the bathroom and wait.

I sat in the bathtub naked, cold and wondering What The Fuck was I doing and why couldn't I stop!

She eventually returned and said, "Open your mouth and get ready."

So she took out her soft penis and preceded to tease me with it by slapping me across the face with it and calling me a pathetic sissy, a sorry humiliated pathetic worm. I was her worm.

Sandy then gave me what I wanted she took her penis and placed a foot away from my mouth. She started to spray my face with piss then adjusting her aim to fill my mouth with her warm piss. It was more than I could swallow, it was running out of my mouth and down my body. For the second time in an hour I was a dirty whore bathed in Sandy's hot piss.

When she was finished she said she was done with me for the night, and told me to get dressed and leave without cleaning myself off. No shower, I cant drive back covered in piss I thought to myself! Sandy said, "You are a pathetic whore, a worm, and that is how you are to be treated."

She was right, that is who I was and although I hated myself at that moment, she gave me what I wanted, what I needed, the most humiliating night of my life.

Shortly after my most humiliating night of my life Sandy gave me the most wonderful fulfilling night of my life.

After my last encounter with Sandy, I didn't know what to think. I knew I was owned by her, I couldn't escape thinking of her, even after our last encounter where I was left to drive home drenched in her piss.

So it was with some severe hesitation when I opened the door to Sandy's a few days later. I entered, stripped naked and crawled to her in the living room.

When I got to the living room I discovered Sandy had her digital camera a tripod and lights set up, obviously for photography shoot.

Sandy informed me that we would be taking pictures of my transformation to a sissy whore.

A sissy whore? This was exciting! I always loved Sandy's smooth legs, her smooth body and her feminine scent. I was going to be a girl just like her.

Our first step was to shave my legs. Off to the bathroom we went, where just a few days earlier I was a pathetic pissed on worm, but today I was on my way to being a sissy!

Sandy told me to sit in the tub and she took the shower head and washed my legs with water and a very flowery body wash then she applied shaving cream to me legs. She applied having cream all the way up to my pubic hair. She said it was all coming off.

I was expecting to do all this myself, but Sandy wanted to make sure it was done right and was afraid I would cut myself. Sandy also wanted to capture this by taking pictures of my progress. There I was, my legs covered in shaving cream, my cock hard and Sandy capturing it all. After the slow deliberate but delicate process of shaving my legs was completed Sandy told me to shave my cock clean and smooth and to shave my chest.

By me shaving my pubic hair and my cock it allowed Sandy more time to capture me becoming a Sissy. She would order me to turn to get a shot of my cock or of my ass or whatever she wanted. I was in a fog of happiness. When my legs, cock and chest were good and smooth, Sandy rubbed lotion all over my body. She had such an amazing loving touch that evening. She was making me feel like the whore I wanted to be.

Next was makeup, she applied makeup on me for the first time. Red lipstick of course, eye liner and eye shadow, base and blush. Not too much of anything though, she didn't want me to look like a tramp or too slutty. She had other ideas for me tonight. Lastly I was given a short blond wig to complete me. When we were done with my makeup, I was amazed, I looked good! Good for a sissy whore of course. We then went to the living room where Sandy had my outfit all spread out. First I saw a short plaid schoolgirl skirt, a little white short sleeve button down shirt, a lacy black bra, matching black panties and white thigh-high stockings. Wow, I thought, this is for me, I cant wait to put it on! But Sandy stopped me and told me she had other plans for us. To start with she took pictures of my naked body, my ass my still hard cock, my freshly shaved legs.

She ordered me to my knees and told me to suck her cock. I gladly did as I was told. Sandy was wearing her customary black. Black fishnet stockings, black leather skirt and black leather zip up vest and of course no panties. She looked hot! Her ass was magnificent and her tits were huge! I took her cock from under her skirt and wrapped my red lips around her cock. It was a wonderful feeling, to be under her sucking her beautiful hard cock. I took her cock deep into my mouth rubbing the base with my fingers and sucking hard and fast. All the while I was enjoying her cock she was taking pictures of me from above. My red lips taking her cock in my mouth, me licking the head, licking the shaft, every thing I did she captured.

Then she took one hand and started to face fuck me harder and faster. She told me, "Don't make a mess of your makeup so swallow." She let out a moan and said, "Take my cum you whore, you cock sucking whore."

And I did. I felt her warm sticky cum fill my mouth and throat, I swallowed every drop and sucked what ever I could off her hard cock before letting it escape my mouth.

After pleasing her it was time to get dressed. Sandy had a plan, first the panties. She took pictures of me sliding my panties up my legs, my hard cock stuffed inside lacy black panties, and the way the panties curved my round ass was so hot to me.

Next was the bra, followed by the stockings. I was told to stop along the way to make sure she got just the right shot. I was her sexy cd slut model.

Next was the top, it was very sheer and you could easily see the lack black bra through the top. With the implants Sandy gave my, I had nice perky breasts.

Lastly was the skirt. It was so short, it didn't cover the top of the thigh-highs. It didn't cover the bottom of my ass. I couldn't believe how short it was, but I loved it. I had to pin my hard cock up against my stomach to hide it from popping out from the skirt.

Sandy then took pics of me in many positions. It was so hot, I felt so slutty. I still had the taste of her cum in my mouth and I was showing off for her. She complimented me on how I looked.

She said, "You are a real cum sucking whore now." "You need a name though," she said, "Ill call you Pleasure."

I assume she had put thought into this because she instantly announced the name Pleasure.

Sandy then told me to follow her to the bedroom. When we got there I discovered Sandy had wrist and ankle restraints on the bed.

She told me, "Lie down" and she strapped me in.

I was totally helpless. I was at her total mercy. She took more pics of me like than then she went to her closet and pulled out a thick 10" dildo and told me to suck it. Here I was strapped to a bed with a huge rubber dildo in my mouth. I was loving it and so was Sandy.

By this time her cock was nice and hard again. She unstrapped me and told me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. She started to massage my legs, ass and cock. She pulled my panties off and took more pics, focusing on my tight little cunt. Behind me I could hear but could not see that she grabbed some lube and a butt plug. I felt a cool sensation filling my hungry yet tight pussy. It felt great! It was smaller than Sandy and fit like a glove. Sandy took more pics of my exposed ass.
Sandy then took it out and said, "I'm going to fuck you like the dirty whore you are."

Did she ever! She slid her cock into my stretched and well lubed ass, sliding it all in at once. I let out a moan and felt her strong hands on my hips. She was sliding her hot wet raw cock into my ass. She got into a good smooth rhythm that I was able to accept and rock my ass back and forth to. She started to slap my ass. Not a playful slap, but a hard full open fist slap.

I cried out in pain from the shock, but she just said, "Take it you worm. You are my sissy cum slut. You will learn to take it."

I did, I accepted her painful slaps across my now red ass. The pain of her slaps we blending with the pleasure of her cock. The long deep thrusts of her cock were bringing me close to cuming myself.

I had never thought I could cum from being fucked, but here I was dressed as a sissy slut school girl getting pounded by my mistress Sandy as she was turning my ass raw from slaps. It was almost too much to take when Sandy pulled out and shot her load all over my ass.

The feel of her cum on my ass was soothing. She preceded to take pictures of her thick white cum on my raw red ass. She then rubbed her hand across my ass covering her hand in cum. She fed me her cum, making me lick it out of her hand, of course taking pictures of this.

I was so turned on, I had been fucked, cum on, tasted more of her cum, but I really really needed to cum. I was desperate and so fucking horny. Sandy must have known.

She asked me, "Did my worm want to cum?"

I said, "Yes!"

"Beg for it," she said, "Beg to cum you worm."

I got on my hands and knees and started beg at Sandy's feet to cum. "Let me cum," I said, "I'm your pathetic cum whore, your sissy."

Everything I said I felt, everything was true and I wanted her to know.

She said, "Yes you am your cum whore" and that I could cum.

She told me to jerk myself off and cum on her black fishnet stockings. I stroked myself hard and fast for only a matter of seconds before I shot huge wads of cum all over her toes, feet and ankles. I knew what was next.

"Lick it off you cum whore," she instructed me.

I did. I was on my hands and knees, licking my own cum off her feet. I was like an natural, I couldn't get enough and Sandy was getting it all on film.

She asked me, "Did I liked my cum?"

All I could do was mumble something as I was too busy searching for any last traces of my cum.

When I was finished licking her clean she took me in her arms gave me a big kiss and took me to bed.

What followed was the most wonderful night of lovemaking I have ever had. It is a permisteral moment between us I will keep forever. We sucked and fucked each other for hours, it was beautiful and when I woke up the next morning I was there in her arms.

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The Wedding Present


"Hello?"

"Hey, Tony, how's it hanging, buddy?"

"Who is this?"

"It's me, Bill. You remember, the one that stole away your darling Eileen?"

"And married her, too, as I recall."

"That's me, man. I just got back from the honeymoon, and I wanted to thank you."

"For what? Being stupid enough to let you frame me so I'd lose my job and you could steal Eileen away from me?"

"Hey! If she'd really wanted you, she could have stayed. I guess she wanted handsome and rich. But I'm off the subject. I wanted to thank you for the funky gift. Where did you get it?"

"At the shop where I work now, The Twighlight Zone. Why?"

"You're working in a fucking lingerie store? Man, that's harsh. Anyway, I thought you should know that Eileen really loved the video camera and those panties you got her. Opened it up one week after we got married, like your card said, and I thought she was gonna wet the ones she had on. Man, once she got them on, I don't think she took them off until Sunday. She popped the snaps on the crotch and fucked me till I was sore. It was like she was possessed! Always wanted to be on top, too. I guess it was them being black leather and all, but she was like a different woman. Got the whole thing on tape."

"Bill, I think you know how I feel about Eileen, and about you. Is there something you wanted, other then to rub my face in cuckolds brownie again?"

"I was just wondering what was in the other six boxes. I mean, your note was rather cryptic. Open one each Saturday morning, in order. What's in the other boxes?"

"Why don't you open them and find out?"

"I can't. After the first, she hid the rest. She said Saturday was a day made special by you, and if you said one and only one every Saturday, that was it."

"Has she taken off the panties?"

"Yeah. But when she comes home from work each day, the first thing she does is change into them and fuck me good. It's wearing me out."

"She'll do that."

"What'd you say? Never mind. I was just calling to thank you, and find out where you got them. I know somebody that would like a present like that."

"At the Twighlight Zone. It was a special package deal, called 'The Seven Saturdays of' something or other. I can find out if you really want."

"Thanks buddy. No hard feelings, right?"

"Yeah, right."

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"Hello?"

"Tony? It's me, Bill. You are a fucking pervert, aren't you!?"

"What do you mean, Bill?"

"This week's present. I woke up yesterday to find her in that leather corset with those gloves on; both hands wrapped around my dick and pumping away, but I couldn't come! She'd put me in some metal thing..."

"...A cockring harness..."

"...Yeah, that's it, a cockring do-dad, and told me I was in for the orgasm of my life. I wanted to fuck her right there, but she wanted no part even though I could see she was wet, what with the crotch open on those leather panties and everything. Positively dripping! All day long she pranced around the house in her little leather get-up, stroking me and fondling me, and sometimes even fucking me! When she let me loose that night it only took a few strokes of her hand and BAM! I came so hard I ******!"

"Bill, what is it that you want?"

"Was she always like this?"

"Goodbye, Bill."

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"Hello?"

"Oh-my-God, Tony! I can see why you were so hard about Eileen. I thought I could take what was ever in those boxes, but man-o-man, Yesterday's topped them all."

"Bill, I really don't want to hear this."

"I mean, every day last week she would come home, get into her outfit, strap that harness on me, then tease me until midnight, when she'd jerk me off. No penetration during her period, she said, but she wanted me ready for when it was over. I was jerking off all day just thinking about what she'd be doing to me at night."

"Goodbye Bill."

"Wait! I got to tell you the best part. Saturday morning she opened the next box, the one with the garter belt, stockings, and those boots, along with the make-up, and she went wild. When she put it all on, all the gifts, she looked like one of those domanutrixes..."

"Dominatrix"

"Yeah, that. Anyhow, no sooner does she finish with that pink pearl lipstick then she's sucking my dick! Not just the head, either, but she's deep-throating it! If I wasn't in that cock thingy, I would have shot right there. Every hour, no matter where we were, she'd put on the lipstick and start sucking away like a little whore. When she jerked me off last night, I must have come a gallon if it was an ounce."

"Bill, I'd really wish you'd stop calling me. You got me fired so I'd lose my house and my girlfriend, and now you're calling me to tell me how great sex is with her. You really are an asshole, Bill."

"I just wanted to thank you. If there is ever anything I can do for you, let me know."

"Leave me alone. Goodbye."

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"What...Hello? Who is this?"

"Tony, you fucking dick, get over here now!"

"Bill? It's...six-thirty in the morning, on a Saturday, no less! I thought I told you to leave me alone."

"Get me out of this fucking thing!"

"What are you talking about?"

"This belt thing is what I'm talking about."

"Belt thing?"

"Big stainless steel thing, won't let me touch my dick, as if I could with these handcuffs chained to my neck."

"Those are manacles. Why don't you get Eileen to let you out? She's the one who locked you in there in the first place."

"Because I woke up with these things on, and she left a note saying she was spending the day shopping while I cleaned the house."

"It should be cleaned, you know, and with her working while you stay at home all day, it's the least you could do."

"Fuck you! Now get over here and get this thing off me."

"No can do."

"Why not?"

"It's got two special codes. One locks the belt around your waist, the other locks the cod piece. Access codes are set by the user when it's put on. Only Eileen can take it off."

"Fuck! Why'd she put it on me?"

"Probably to keep you from masturbating all over her clothes while she was gone. Unless she's wearing them while shopping."

"She only wears them when she wants sex."

"That's just it, Bill. Maybe she got tired of you jerking off all the time, and being such an asshole. Maybe right now she's all dressed up like a fuck toy looking for a stud to fuck. Is her outfit there?"

"Wait...NO! I can't believe this. Married a month and my wife is out fucking some other guy."

"You never know Bill. Maybe she's just teasing you. Eileen loves to tease. If I were you, I'd be kissing her feet when she came home to let her know how much she means to me. The last thing I'd do is be angry, so you'd better calm down. If she walks out, you'll be stuck like that for who knows how long."

"Maybe...maybe your right. I'll show her how devoted I can really be."

"Don't forget to clean the house."

"Wait a minute. You were the one that bought this. You..."

"That's right. I bought it, but it was Eileen's decision to use it.

You told me before she was jerking you off. Did she jerk you off last week?"

"Yeah, every night. She'd tease me all night, then jerk me off at the stroke of midnight."

"You know, the more often you come, the smaller the amount. She could probably tell you'd been jerking off from the small amounts she was getting. I can't believe you. Married to a woman like that, and you can't stop jerking off. Wasn't she good enough? If I were you, I'd get cleaning, and hope she's not pissed off when she gets home. You have your work cut out for you with that big mansion and everything."

"Yeah, I guess your right."

"Bye Bill."

"Bye Tony."

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"Hello?"

"Hi Bill, this is Tony. How's it going?"

"I can't talk right now. I gotta go."

"What's the big rush? I just wanted to find out how everything went last week, and what you thought of this week's present."

"I think it sucks."

"What? That's a eight hundred dollar latex French maid outfit. Even came with a wig. I'm getting hard just thinking of Eileen dressed in it. What's wrong with it?"

"I'll tell you what's wrong. Eileen got back from shopping last week, and I did what you said, kissing her feet and everything, and she unlocked the codpiece part and put on the cockring harness to keep me hard. I though we were going to make love, but before she'd do that she wanted to check the house. She wasn't happy with my cleaning, and said I wasn't going to be set free until it was spic and span. Every day when she gets home from work she changes into her outfit, does her make-up, straps me into my harness under the chastity belt, then checks the house. She always finds some place that I missed! The she says it means no sex again that night, and she goes out. She says it just with some friends, but I think she's fucking some other guy, 'cause now she doesn't even want to touch me, except to voice her disapproval and let me out of the harness. I've been stuck with an erection I can't touch."

"Didn't she like the French maid's outfit?"

"Oh yeah, she liked it all right. Said maybe looking like a maid would get me thinking like a maid. I'm to call her Mistress Eileen, and act the part of a maid."

"You mean, you're wearing that outfit? It wasn't exactly made for a guy, you know."

"I know. She got some breast forms yesterday to fill it out, along with stockings and high heels. I even have to wear make-up."

"You're saying that you..."

"Are dressed like a latex French maid whore?"

"Yeah...Well, anyway, what about the sex?"

"Nothing to talk about."

"C'mon, Bill, you used to love telling me about sex with Eileen."

"I mean there hasn't been any, for two weeks. At all. Least not for me. She says If I'm good, she'll surprise me on Saturday. Only if I'm good. My balls feel like they're going to explode."

"Why don't you just leave?"

"First of all, she locked me into this outfit. Bet you forgot about those locks, didn't you?"

"Oops. Sorry."

"Second, I can't find any of my old clothes. They're all gone. Thirdly, we had a pre-nuptial agreement."

"So?"

"It said if either found justifiable reamister for divorce, the guilty party would forfeit all rights to the others possessions and half of their own. I wanted to make sure that if she left, I got half of her inheritance."

"You saying she'll take you for half the Bonzer family fortune? How? She's the sex freak."

"That fucking video camera of hers. She's taped a lot of the stuff we did. When you play it back, it looks like it was my idea. She'll claim sexual deviancy and *****"

"Too bad."

"Look, I gotta go. I'm not allowed permisteral phone calls."

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"Bonzer residence."

"Bill? Is that you?"

"Master Tony? Would you like to speak with Mistress Eileen?"

"Bill, what happened to you?"

"I'm not permitted to speak to you, Master Tony. If Mistress Eileen found out, I would be severely punished."

"Punished? How? What are you talking about?"

"Please Master Tony, don't call me anymore. Mistress Eileen will whip me if she finds out."

"She opened gift number six, eh? Those were only for play acting. Has she enjoyed the dildos?"

"Yes...very much."

"What's wrong? Is she using them instead of having sex with you?"

"Sometimes. She's started having sex with me again, but..."

"'But' what?

"Mistress Eileen has informed me that what once was my dick is now her toy, to be used at her discretion. The only time I am to come is...the only time..."

"Bill, don't cry. Spit it out."

"The only time a worthless slut maid like me is to come is when I am properly filled with a man's dick."

"What!?"

"Master Tony...She...she straps the dildo on...and..."

"Fucks you in the ass?"

"Until I come. And then she makes me clean up my own mess, like a good maid. With my tongue."

"Why? I mean, why does she fuck you with the dildo?"

"Because she told me she doesn't think I'm properly trained yet for the real thing, Master Tony."

"Wow. And what's with the 'Master Tony' thing?"

"If I am to be a good servant, I am to learn how to address my superiors. Currently, everybody is my superior."

"This is really weird, Bill. I can't believe your doing all this."

"It's strange, Master Tony, but I'm getting used to it. Mistress Eileen has been staying home more lately, to see to my training. If I'm bad, she whips me; but when I'm good, she lets me come. It's really added a little structure to my life, in a way."

"What about your old life? Have you traded the playboy lifestyle in for one as a latex maid?"

"That life seems so long ago. I gotta go, Master Tony. She's calling for her tea."

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"Bill, don't say too much. I know she is probably around you somewhere. I was wondering if she opened the last box this morning."

"Yes, Master Tony."

"I'm really sorry, Bill. I meant those collars to be a joke. I would guess you're wearing a studded black leather collar that says, 'slave', right?"

"Yes, Master Tony."

"Bill, has she done anything else to you?"

"No, Master Tony."

"Is she there now, Bill."

"No, Master Tony."

"Then tell me what's going on."

"Mistress Eileen has shown me the error of my previous ways, Master Tony. I'm not the man you knew before."

"And you accept it?"

"Yes, Master Tony. It is the way it should be. Master Tony? I would like to apologize for what I did to you before."

"All is forgiven, Bill."

"Please, Master Tony, refer to me as slut."

"Why?"

"Mistress Eileen says I don't deserve a name yet, and I should be called slut because of my desire for sex. I haven't earned a name.

"It's a little strange, but I'll do it. Slut. Did Eileen..."

"Mistress Eileen."

"Okay, Mistress Eileen. Did Mistress Eileen put her collar on?"

"Yes, Master Tony."

"Did you see what it said?"

"No, Master Tony.

"Hmm. Is your master bedroom clean, slut?"

"Oh yes, Master Tony. I clean it every day."

"Good. I'll be over soon to move my stuff in, and I want it perfect."

"Master Tony?"

"You see, slut, your 'Mistress Eileen' is actually my slave Eileen. It said so on her collar. Now you are my slave also. I've been watching those videos, and I have decided that tonight we'll see how that cock-sucking lipstick looks on you before I check her progress on your ass. Goodbye, slut."

*End*

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Hypno-Tryst

It was late at night on a Monday, and I was very tired after a long day at work. Don't get me wrong, I didn't slave away at any corporate headquarters anywhere. I just happened to be one of those professionals lucky (or unlucky) enough to work at home. My forte was composing and compiling technical manuals of all types and shapes. Fortunately, my old military discipline proved invaluable in keeping distractions to a minimum during my work "day." The best part of this setup was I got to dress down, wearing just a sports shirt and shorts, and my old lined slippers. Ahhhh...

7:30pm, and I heard a knock at my front door. Now, I don't get many visitors these days, especially at night, and I was tired. Grudgingly, I plodded from my work-den to the front door and opened it to see who was interrupting my quiet evening. Relieved that it wasn't another salesman, I was greeted by my next door neighbor's wife, Linda. Her eyes were a little red, and she seemed pretty nervous, so I promptly showed her the way into my foyer. Seating her inside the entranceway, I once again found myself examining her slight frame with some wonder.

Probably 5'3" or 4", petite and very pretty in a "Barbie Doll" kind of way, she had to be around 35 to 40 years old by now, although she looked perhaps ten years younger. Tonight she was wearing a rather tight white blouse, short-sleeved and unbuttoned nearly to her waist exposing a generous portion of her perfectly proportioned beasts. Her smooth, creamy cleavage was a welcome sight to these sore eyes. She had on a brief pair of shorts that accentuated her slim, shapely hips; something that I hadn't been this close to in quite some time. The faint, sweet aroma of her soft perfume seemed to gather my senses up seductively, and I momentarily forgot what we were about.

Linda and I had never been close, although she and my ex-wife had enjoyed an active social relationship over the years that we'd lived here. Once my wife had left me a few years ago, I seldom had reamister to come in contact with any of my neighbors, except to wave across the hedge whenever any of us would pass each other.

Now, here she was, sitting in my foyer, all red-eyed and fretful, hands in her lap, eyes looking at the floor. Shaking my head to break her soft spell, I asked her what I could do for her. She glanced up at my face, and apologized for intruding on my evening. Brushing that aside, I told her that she was not intruding, that I'd just been putting away my work for the day.

Beginning slowly, she related to me that she'd essentially been 'grounded' from watching one of her favorite game shows on TV by her husband, and he'd locked the program out of their cable system so that she couldn't view it even when he wasn't home, which was very often these days. This over yet another of their endless petty arguments.

I'd known Fred and Linda for several years now, and although I never really gotten very sociable with either, I was quick to pick up on the fact that Fred had severe control issues. My ex-wife and I had visited them from time to time when we'd first moved into the neighborhood, but after some extremely tense moments upon our winning a few card games, we'd stopped attending these 'get-togethers' entirely. Only my ex-wife and Linda continued to slip out on shopping trips and such whenever Fred was out of town on business. I simply retreated back into my work-den to labor on various writing projects.

Apparently Fred had used this latest action to punish his wife over some disagreement that they'd had just recently. She said that she'd yelled at him that she'd find somewhere else to watch her program then, to which he'd responded "fine; if you can find some other idiot to allow you to watch that stupid program, have at it!'

At that comment, I suddenly didn't feel as complemented as I might have earlier by her visit. Apparently, I was the idiot that she'd chosen to make that request of. Putting the seemingly innocent insult aside, I quickly confirmed my suspicion that she was here to find out if I were willing to allow her to stop in here to watch her program whenever it was on. She quickly added that she'd not be a bother, and that she would abide by whatever rules that I might apply to her visits.

Looking at her suddenly excited appearance, and the imploring manner in her request, I quickly assessed the proposition. Squirming in her seat and shaking her chest at me didn't hurt the case for her request, either. My work-den was in the east wing of my house, and the 'family-room', containing a 52 inch HD TV system was adjacent to that on the west side. Further west of that room was the kitchen area. The bathrooms in my house were in the eastern and western sides, thus allowing each of us to relieve ourselves in separate areas. Not being interrupted in my work at home was of the greatest importance to me, and if that could be assured, I couldn't think of any reamister why this wouldn't work.

I agreed. She informed me that her program came on three times a week, Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 5:00 pm, and lasted an hour. She asked me if she could start the following Wednesday, and I told her that was fine. I impressed upon her however, that I was still working during those hours, and wasn't to be disturbed. She was to alert me only when she was leaving my house to allow me to check the doors upon retiring for the night, and that was essentially it.

DAY ONE

On Wednesday evening, just around 4:30 pm, the doorbell rang. I'd almost forgotten the arrangement that I'd made with Linda about her TV program, but recovering quickly I went to the front door and let her in. Escorting her to the family room, I gave her a quick course on the management of my TV system, and showed her where the bathroom was, and introduced her to my kitchen. She'd brought some snacks for both her and myself, I guess as a courtesy for the use of my TV, and promptly settled in to view her program.

I returned to my work in my den, and tried to forget about my very pretty guest in the next room. Like Monday, she'd dressed in ultimate comfort for herself; a snug yellow tank-top, accentuating her delightful breasts, and a pair of tight shorts that rode high on her thighs. I could see the imprint of her nipples against her top, acknowledging the coolness of my air-conditioning within the house. Her bare, shapely legs, tucked under her on the couch, was the last vision I took with me to my den that night.

I found myself having difficulty in concentrating on my work that night. The picture of her in the next room, tucked up on the couch, watching her program kept intruding on my mind, and the vision of her prominent nipples kept rolling through my thoughts. I had to concentrate particularly hard on my work to get anything done that night.

Just before the hour was up, I walked through the family room to go to the kitchen, just to see if everything were going all right. Linda was still curled up on my couch, concentrating on the last few minutes of her program. It was then that I came very close to agreeing with Fred's assessment of her viewing choice. It was a game show involving magicsis, whereby the host magictist was mesmerizing contestants and compelling, or tricking them, into performing ridiculous tricks and acts for the amusement of the audience.

She acknowledged my presence with a nod, and went back to her program. I continued to the kitchen and poured myself a take, thinking that the old adage about the 'bubble-headed blond' might not really be so much a myth, and returned to my den. A few minutes later, Linda gently knocked on my door, and announced that she was leaving the house.

While she had been watching her program, I'd given our arrangement some thought. If I didn't want to be interrupted in my work towards the evening on these days, it would be better if I gave her the means to enter and leave the house without bothering me. It would depend a lot upon trust, but the fact that I was home most of the time minimized my risk. I had decided to give Linda the house key that had previously belonged to my ex-wife, so she could let herself in and out on her TV nights.

When I informed her of that decision, she quickly threw herself on me, hugging me tightly. Thanking me profusely, she seemed to be unaware of the affect that her body, warmly plastered against me, was having on my libido. That is, if you spell libido "cock." I quickly pulled myself away from her, hopefully before she discovered that I was even more grateful than her over my decision.

DAY TWO

It was nearly 5:30 pm on Friday that I remembered my arrangement with Linda. Curious, I decided to go to the kitchen to get a take, naturally checking on the way whether my guest was in the house. As I passed from my den to the kitchen, I noted that Linda was indeed curled up once more in front of my TV, watching the program host magictize yet another of his guests, sending them off to perform ridiculous tricks. I got to the kitchen, poured myself a quick shot of orange juice, and turned to go back to my den. On my way through the family room, Linda turned around and said "Russ, come here for a minute and check this out..." Stepping behind the couch, I noticed that the host magictist was using a pause in the program to explain some of the routines that he used to put subjects under his control. I watched for a few moments, and found the whole process beyond the realm of reamister. So, with a quiet chuckle and an apology, I excused myself to return to my den.

As I sat down to begin my work again, I noted that I was slightly out of breath. I really hadn't done anything to exert myself to that extent, but I quickly put it out of my mind. It wasn't until I noticed the time that I had a bit of a shock. Both my computer and my clock displayed 6:30pm! I had left my room at 5:30pm to get a quick take and return to my work. I had stopped to look at the TV briefly at Linda's request, but that had taken only a moment. I got up, and quickly returned to the family room to question Linda.

The family room was empty, and the TV was off. I went to the front door to find it locked. I was beginning to think that this 'social' arrangement was already becoming too much of a distraction for me, if I was beginning to lose track of time. I needed my time-related discipline to continue to perform my work at home.

I sat down, and tried to put together the series of events that led up to this state. It wasn't until I agreed to allow Linda to view her favorite program on my TV that things began warping out of predictability. My thoughts had slowly, well maybe not so slowly, begun to fill with thoughts of Linda, clothed; unclothed, in compromising positions; hell, in any position! I was becoming unable to concentrate fully on my work on those days that she was here. If she could only learn to dress up in sackcloth and ashes!. Sigh.

As the weekend progressed, I thought more and more about the loss of time that I had encountered this past Friday. There had to be some explanation for that. Thinking back over the events of that evening, I could find nothing to account for it. The longer I thought about it on Saturday, the more it disturbed me. By now, I was a creature of habit, and there were very few surprises that broke into my life. I had to get to the bottom of it.

Since I was already in the industry, I decided to install a computer-based surveillance system from my den to the kitchen, in order that I might observe myself and my activities during those particular hours. I had to find out what I might be doing during the lost minutes that might account for the time gap experienced in the evening. I only hoped it wouldn't show me drooling, *** in some corner of the house to be discovered by a colony of mutated cockroaches.

It took me about half a day to set up the surveillance system, complete with sound that extended from my den, through the family room, to the kitchen. I was prepared to extend that system if the initial results showed me wandering out of this path. For obvious reamisters, I did not inform Linda of this setup.

DAY THREE

Monday rolled around, and with minor misgivings I slipped into my regular routine of producing technical manuals for the IT industry. Around 5:10pm I wandered through the family room to see if my guest had arrived. She was already there, curled up on the couch as usual, and engrossed in the game show. I quietly slipped through the room to the kitchen, and made myself an orange juice cocktail.

As I made my way back to the den, Linda looked around and invited me once again to check something out on the TV. As skeptical as I was after the first time, I reluctantly walked up behind her to see what was on the program. The host was again taking advantage of a break in the program to explain some of the finer details of imposing 'instant control' techniques over his magictic subjects. Again, after a few minutes, I excused myself to return to my den to continue work, shaking my head.

When I returned to my den, I checked the time closely. Again, it showed about 6:30 pm, nearly one and a half hours after I strolled through the family room. I jumped up to question Linda again, but she was gone, the TV off, and the front door locked. This time though, I had the video display to help me piece it together. For some reamister, I was exhausted once more, although I couldn't figure out why.

Re-winding the video and setting it for play, I saw myself working at my desk, checking the time, and leaving the den. My image then walked through the family room to the kitchen. The time line seemed to be as expected. Once I had fixed myself the fruit cocktail, I saw my figure return back through the family room, until Linda stopped me to observe something on the TV. From that time on, things got a little strange.

I remembered leaning over her shoulder to watch the TV screen, but I don't remember standing there frozen in that stance as long as it seemed. All the while I could see Linda's lips moving, speaking into my left ear. The sound system that I'd set up to enhance the video was not sensitive enough to pick up what she was saying, although I could pick up a word or two at times. Words like "...only my voice...," and "...my control...."

She murmured something else into my ear, and I slowly stood up, and moved around to stand between her and the TV. Oddly enough, I found myself thinking that I didn't look that bad on video, for someone who was pushing 50 years old. Tall, fairly slender, with a shock of faintly graying hair hanging down on one side of my face. My habit of running 3 miles a day had kept me from turning into a complete 'computer blob' after all. As I pondered that, I suddenly brought myself back to what was unfolding on the video.

I could hear her fairly clearly now that she had to speak up to the figure before her. She said, "Well, Russ; the first test worked out quite well, don't you think? You don't have to answer that, I already know the answer." With that statement, she gave out a little giggle. "Let me see now, what shall I have you do for me this time?" she continued.

"I know," she said. "I've been housekeeping all day long, and my feet are tired. Kneel down here in front of me, and give me a wonderful foot massage." I slowly knelt down in front of her as instructed, and took off the sandals that she'd worn to my house. I then began to slowly massage her toes, moving through her arches and back to her ankles and back again. All of this I did with infinite care and, as I did so, Linda lay sprawled across the couch, moaning with pleasure.

"That's so nice," she murmured to herself. Soon I saw her right hand slip down into her shorts and move slowly within. I zoomed in on the image and the jerking motion of her arm gave little doubt as to what she was up to. I zoomed out again and watched in awed fascination as she closed her eyes in rapt concentration. All the while, I sat at her feet, stroking her feet sensuously.

By now Linda was gasping with delight. Her left hand unbuttoned her blouse deftly and ventured to her right breast which she began to rub adoringly, tweaking the ruby red nipple.

Watching this little scene, I soon began feeling the heat of the whole situation myself, and my cock began to strain against the material of my shorts. Carefully unbuttoning my fly, I released my now-thoroughly aroused member, and began slowly stroking it as I watched the rest of the video. A little sweat began trickling down the back of my neck as I heard Linda blurt out her next command.

"Lick my toes! Lick my toes!" she squealed. To my amazement, I saw myself slowly raise her feet to my lips and begin nibbling, running my tongue around each toe as lovingly as if it were her nipple or clitoris. Linda was evidently losing control. Her right hand accelerated its thrashing between her thighs, her left was squeezing her tits in a frenzy. On the couch she was writhing in self-inflicted ecstasies, biting her lips, moaning incomprehensible encouragements to me.

Although I was pretty certain that I had no foot fetish, I found myself getting caught up in this thoroughly erotic scene, and sped up the pace with which I tried to satisfy the hunger of my own permisteral beast.

It wasn't long before Linda froze for just a moment or two, shuddered, let out a giant breath, and groaned herself to an apparently powerful orgasm. I was nearly out of breath myself as I observed my figure continuing to treat her feet to my ministrations. She fetishd out a brief "Stop!" to catch her breath, and lay there breathing quite heavily for a few minutes as I knelt before her like an obedient puppy. She raised her right hand to her lips and licked her fingertips delicately, savoring her own juices.

Once she had caught her breath, she murmured, "Now I have to see if your ex was right, then I'll let you go."

"Come here, Russ," she instructed. When I'd done so, she slowly reached out her right hand, and gently slid it up the pant leg of my shorts, directly to my groin. Her eyes widened, and a wide smile began to extend across her face. "Ooh lala," she muttered. "Who's a big boy!"

Apparently unable to control her curiosity, she fondled my cock to a powerful erection under my shorts, and withdrew her hand only to instruct me to unbutton and drop my shorts in order to free my very aroused member. Doing as she had asked, my cock now stood proudly jutting out and up, just a few inches from her face. She ran her fingertips over its length and cradled my balls with her hand.

Grinning up at me, she whispered, "Mmm. Melikey, melikey a lot." She sat back on her haunches and, releasing me from her gentle grip, gazed at it fascinated for a few moments, and then instructed me to 'jack-off' in front of her. As I complied, she said laughingly, "Not so stuck up now, eh Russell?"

Not believing what I was seeing myself doing on the monitor, I began to match my video counterpart in stroking myself off towards my long-awaited orgasm. It didn't take long. Long months of self-imposed celibacy had created a virtual dam behind which an explosive reservoir of cum was prepared to erupt.

Since Linda had obviously excluded my mental senses from this process, she had no visual or audible signs from me to alert her when I was about to climax. My orgasm caught her completely by surprise! As I continued to milk my cock of sperm, ropes of the white, milky liquid erupted into her hair, on her face, across her chest and ultimately into her lap.

"Oh baby!" she exclaimed, half-angry and half-delighted at the volcano that had engulfed her. "You needed that, didn't you?" She began to wipe the smears of cum from her cheeks with her hand. It was clear that we both had a mess to clean up. At least I had something handy to do it with; she did not. I saw her quickly looking around the immediate area for something with which she could clean herself. There wasn't anything, and she didn't want to leave me alone in that room to explore any further. Also, while checking around she apparently noted a couple of things that spurred her to faster action. Her TV program was over, and it was getting a bit late.

She used her clothing to clean herself and me of my mess, and instructed me to get dressed. As I pulled up my shorts and buttoned myself up, she further instructed me to pick up my orange cocktail and return to my den, but not remember anything that happened to me after she'd interrupted my walk back to my den. That explained why I remembered only returning to my den tonight, and nothing else.

After watching her leave my house in the video, I sat for a few minutes and tried to cool down. I couldn't believe how aroused I'd become watching that film. I now had some answers, but I hadn't expected the appearance of so many more questions.

Although my situation showed a great deal of promise from an opportunity standpoint, I still needed to get some answers. For instance, I was always under the impression that the type of folks that were susceptible to magicsis were, well...'airheads.' If that were true, I'd have to accept the possibility that I was one of 'that' type. Next, I'd have to find some way of eluding the magictic 'whatever' Linda was snaring me with, so that I could at least enjoy some of her simple perversions.

Thinking out the scenario, it didn't seem very practical to let Linda know that I'd exposed her little 'trickery', because I felt that would certainly spook her into becoming too embarrassed in continuing any kind of relationship with me. Her last comment about being stuck up had bothered me somewhat. I never saw myself that way. I'd just tried to remain aloof to the type of situations that could have caused problems sometime later. However, I'd discovered that she was becoming quite intriguing to me, and I didn't want that to stop, at least not just yet.

Just how she got as proficient at magicsis as she obviously had was another question I wanted answered. I still had a hard time believing that I fell for her magictic s*******s that easily. It would at least give me a little of my pride back. Mostly however, I wanted to continue this little game to higher levels, but a bit more on my terms...

Since I'd been entranced (literally) by my next door neighbor for the past couple of weeks, against my will, I'd been trying to put together a plan to turn the tables on her, and regain some sense of dignity for myself. My good friend Lennie, who now practiced the 'dark art' of psychiatry in some clinic uptown, had been so kind as to give me considerable information on the parts and processes of magictism along with a light contraption of dubious value. I left him thinking that I was working on a writing project for a client, but readers of this story know better.

After my latest offense, I spent the rest of the evening, well into the early morning hours doing research on the package that Lennie had passed on to me, and I was beginning to feel like I'd gotten a 'pig in a poke.' The process of inducing magicsis on any subject by having them observe a series of flashing lights had been largely discredited, despite occasional reports of young adolescents tripping out on certain animations that displayed a calliope of flashing colors.

Waking up early the next morning, I made it a mission to find out all I could about the 'system' that Lennie had loaned me. I already knew my way around all the internet search engines because of the nature of my work, and I used this knowledge to find out everything that had ever been printed online about magicsis.

Much of what I discovered was pure crap, but I slowly began to discover more obscure algorithms of rhythmic flashing lights that were purported to induce a form of 'instant' magictic induction. The major problem I had was time, and the lack of a suitable laboratory to test them in. I began to scour the internet more thoroughly than I'd ever done before, and I finally began to find a preponderance of evidence pointing to one particular system of subtle flashing lights, demonstrating a nearly 88% success rate in suitable subjects.

By the time I'd absorbed the content of this obscure but in-depth article on the 'instant induction' technique, it was very late into Thursday night, and I had little time to set up the system on my flat screen for my 'guest' the following evening. I was getting a bit groggy by the time I'd programmed the new algorithm into the device that Lennie had given me, and hooked it up to my entertainment system. I'd just managed to test the on/off switch before I had to give it up and go to relax. I didn't have a great deal of confidence in my research, or my handiwork, but it was the best I could do in the time I had left.

Waking up late that Friday, I found myself unable to concentrate on anything but the drama that would unfold late that afternoon, when Linda would be coming by to view her program on my TV. I also could not erase the images of her manipulation of me and my body the previous Wednesday night. The sight of her smooth, white, silky breasts; and the feel of my cock pushing up between them was blinding me to anything I'd planned on accomplishing today, and her scent was still lingering throughout my house, keeping my cock on high alert!

Thinking about what I might be doing later that evening, I refrained from the incredible urge I had to masturbate to those images. But that effort was beginning to take its toll on me by the time that Linda knocked on my door that afternoon. I could barely control my emotions when I opened the door and let her into my house.

As usual she was wearing a very brief pair of denim shorts, and a short-sleeved blouse which she had left unbuttoned at the bottom, and tied just beneath her breasts. It was easy to imagine that she had no bra on under the blouse. I was too quickly finding myself coming under her influence again, and we had yet to approach the 'battle-ground.'

Sweaty hands, erect cock, (carefully concealed under my shorts), and the realization that I was crossing a very dangerous line that afternoon was beginning to make me a bit fearful of what I was planning for that night.

Figuring that I had nothing further to lose, I left Linda on the usual sofa in front of the TV, and retired to my den. I was determined however, not to enter the entertainment area until I was certain that her program had finished, and that the induction program had ample time to do its work with her; if in fact it did work. Certainly, if it didn't, I'd be subjected to the same rather humiliating sexual gymnastics as her previous visits had imposed upon me. Nonetheless, I spent an incredibly long time in my den that evening, sporting an almost painful boner.

Eventually, gathering my courage about me, I quietly approached the entertainment area to see if my scheme had actually worked, or if Linda had completed her TV show and departed. Peeking carefully through the doorway, I saw her sitting upright on the couch, apparently still watching the television, although her program had finished nearly an hour before.

Softly stepping closer to the couch, I noticed that she seemed to be looking 'through' the screen, rather than at it. My heart began to pound in my chest, and I was suddenly aware of my heartbeat in my temples as I moved closer to her. The lights were still softly blinking out the series of rhythmic pulses that I'd programmed, so the first thing I did was to turn the system off. As instructed by the brochure included with the system, I immediately addressed her by name, and instructed her to focus her entire consciousness on my voice, and only my voice. At the sound of my voice, she turned her head towards me, and softly answered, 'Yes...'

Watching her respond to my directions, I became encouraged to take things to the next stage. I instructed her to stand and face me, arms at her side, so I could closely examine her face to make sure that she wasn't pulling some kind of scam on me.

Standing before me now, I had to marvel at her clean, simple beauty. I almost forgot the incredible 'captivating' episodes that she had involved me in these past several days. Soft blonde hair, bright blue eyes, flawless skin, full sensual lips, perfectly proportioned body and that soft, sensual scent that I'd come to associate with her presence, gave me even more reamister to envy the thug to whom she was married.

But, I quickly remembered, it was she that had crossed the line when she invaded my solitude and toyed with my sexual emotions! If things went as I now imagined they might, my payback would be total and quite enjoyable, if not for her, certainly for me.

Moving around her figure I took in every detail of her body that I could, leaning in briefly at her back to inhale the scent of her at the crook of her neck. As I did so, she sighed briefly, and I observed goose-bumps rising on the upper part of her arm. The effect this was having on me was getting a bit intense, and I knew that I had to do something soon to relieve the pressure that was building up in my groin.

Assuring her with my voice that I was her friend, master and guardian, I suggested to her that she might be a bit overdressed for the high temperature in the room, and that I'd help her get more comfortable. To that suggestion she simply replied, "Yes...thank you..."

Carefully, not having had any real experience in magicsis or induction, I reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse, expecting her to lash out at me any moment, exposing my stupidity to my shame. But surprisingly, nothing happened. As I continued to unbutton her blouse, she remained absolutely calm and composed, watching my face with intent confidence. Finally, untying the knot beneath her breasts, I opened the blouse to my view. I sucked in my breath, despite having seen her breasts before, as once again I was presented with these flawless tits, remembering her ordering me to slide my cock between them until I came just days before.

I reached out to fondle them, weighing each one in my hands, finally taking her nipples between thumb and forefingers, twisting them slightly until she tremred. My cock was still stiff as an iron pole and demanding more attention that I'd been giving it 'til now.

Bending over slightly, I took her right nipple in my mouth and began sucking on it, exacting a satisfying moan from Linda. Continuing my exploration, I licked my way across her chest to her left nipple, sucking on that one as well, and then nibbling on it until she once again moaned. Having her under my control was beginning to become intoxicating to me, and I wanted this to last as long as possible.

Stepping back from her, I reached down to unbutton her denim shorts. Once I'd done that without protest, I slowly slid them over her hips, and down to her ankles. Again stepping back, I had to admire the sight before me. Now half-naked, her beautiful tits topped an equally shapely and beautiful set of smooth, long legs, ending in the sweet delta between them, covered now only by a powder blue thong that revealed, rather than concealed the treasure beneath. Moving closer to her, I hooked my fingers into the strings on each side of her hips, and slid the thong down to her ankles as well.

On one knee, I was now at face level with her neatly trimmed pubic hair, which did not quite cover the lips of her pussy. A natural blond, I chuckled to myself. Absolutely lovely! I noted that her pussy lips were slightly swollen, and already quite damp with her juices. Inhaling deeply, I caught the subtle musky scent of her treasure, which coupled with the now familiar scent of her perfume was having an intense effect on me.

Emboldened by her lack of protest, I stood up once more and moved behind her, beginning to slowly caress her neck and shoulders with my hands, then replacing them with my lips, nibbling her earlobes and along the crook of her neck. Moving my hands slowly down the sides of her arms, I gently massaged her limbs, sliding down to her fingertips. Then, drawing my hands back up her sides, and then to her tits, I began massaging her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers once again. I loved the sound of her moaning beneath my hands, and I wanted to hear her again.

My cock was beginning to ache now with a need for release that wasn't going to be denied much longer. Thinking back over the past episodes where Linda had her way with me, I figured that my quickest 'request performance' would have to be a complete and thorough blow-job, this time under my direction, not hers.

To set the scene for a long run, I kept suggesting to her that the sound of my voice would cause her to become sexually aroused, and that the more she heard my voice, the more aroused she'd become. By now she was already fidgeting and squirming in what I suspected was a response to the sound of my voice. This, I thought, would be the real test as to whether she was indeed under my control or not.

As an afterthought, I told her that she'd remember everything that happened to her this evening. I wanted her to know that I'd gotten even for her little sneaky mind-control scheming this past week or so.

Instructing her to kneel in front of me, I simply told her to take off my shorts, and my boxers. She immediately reached up and unbuttoned my shorts, allowing them to fall to the floor and with a little effort, she'd wrestled my boxers over my very erect cock, allowing them to drop to the floor as well.

When she had finished, she was looking directly at my cock, which was pointed directly between her eyes. I noticed that she had a small frown on her face as she looked at my cock, so I gently pulled her face towards my groin, and as she neared it she automatically opened her mouth and engulfed my dick entirely.

To be quite honest, the warm, wet feel of her mouth around my cock nearly popped my nut right there on the spot, and I really had to dig in with major will power when she began to softly suck while working her tongue along my cock shaft. She then began massaging my balls at the same time, making it almost impossible for me to hold out much longer.

Without warning, my balls tightened, and I began to spew heavy shots of cum into her beautiful mouth. Unlike those times where she had directed my cock at her chest, she kept on sucking and swallowing until I was completely exhausted. Finally I had to pull her mouth off my cock, because the tip was getting a bit too sensitive from the friction. A good feeling, but I wanted this night to last, especially for me.

My knees a little weak, the pressure gone for the time being, I stood there for a moment wondering what I should do next. Suddenly, I felt a little like the neighborhood dog, chasing cars every day; finally catching one, then wondering what the hell to do with it.. I hadn't really given much thought as to what I would do if this goofy setup actually worked!

I had one of the loveliest women I'd ever met in my house, apparently under my complete control, and stark ass naked, and I hadn't put together a plan as to what to do to her; or with her. I'd gotten my most immediate need taken care of, but she had managed through the past week and a half, to get almost completely under my skin!

The house looked bare without her, and even then it smelled like her. I'd waited anxiously for her to show up on her show nights, and now I was beginning to wonder what my life would be like if she didn't drop by anymore. I was beginning to think that she'd magictized me into more than just a few sexual escapades. Dammit!

As I stood there, admiring her beauty, a plan began to form in my mind. While I seemed uncertain where I needed to go with this whole situation, she always seemed to know exactly what it was she wanted to do. Also, there was that odd comment that she'd made to me the last time she had me in her power. She'd told me, just before she left that night; that she loved me, more than I'd ever known! What was the deal with that?

I needed answers now, as much as I sensed I needed her in my life from this time on. I imagined the obstacles I might have to overcome to get her, but... Wait a minute! Answers! This would be an ideal opportunity to get some straight answers from this woman!

Warming up to my task, I instructed Linda to always reply to any questions put to her by me with the absolute truth. "Do you understand this instruction?" I asked. "Yes," she replied. "The truth to any questions from you..." she continued. Satisfied that I'd probably get the answers that I wanted from her, I began.

"How did you ever manage to come into my life and get control of me?" I asked. As I finished this question, I noticed that she was squirming around, and displaying a nice rosy blush across her face and upper chest. Ahhh... I thought. I'd given her instructions to get horny at the sound of my voice. Heh! Ok, Ok... SHE might be a bit of a sadist, but I had more earthy, urgent and directly pleasurable things on my mind, so I cancelled that command with some regret.

Once again, Linda wrinkled her brows into a little frown, and after a moment began to answer the question. "My boss accidentally gave me the induction word that he used years ago to put you into a magictic state, so I decided that I had nothing to lose if I could somehow manage to get your attention by using it."

Induction word? Hypnotic state? Her boss? I was even more confused than ever. I didn't even know she had a job, figuring that she was pretty much a 'trophy wife' for her asshole husband. I had to know more. Hampering my curiosity was the real world fact that I'd been sitting on the edge of the sofa, staring directly at the soft, damp triangle of her sex. Despite this distraction, and the fact that my cock had decided that it was time to pay attention to the sights before me, I had to ask her, "Just who is your boss, anyhow?"

Her face lit up, and she said, "Dr. Lennie Boothe, of course. Almost one year now." Things were taking a bit of a scary turn now, I decided. Lennie? Gimme a break! Taking a next cautious step, I asked, "How did you meet Lennie?"

Still smiling, Linda said, "I had to attend a 'marriage counseling' session with him just before Fred and I divorced, but Fred never showed up. He skipped off with his secretary to parts unknown. Once Dr. Boothe found out that I had a degree in Clinical Psychology, he hired me to fill a vacant position in his clinic, just about a year ago."

This was becoming more and more interesting, I thought. So Linda was single, had been for some time, and working for Lennie as a Clinical Psychologist. But I was still puzzled by the 'induction word,' and why she'd lied to me when she finagled her way into my home that first afternoon. I needed to get those answers quickly, because my body was already betraying my logic, becoming hard and erect in those places that defied my control.

"Linda, just what is this 'induction word' stuff that you were talking about?" I asked. "And why did you lie to me about your husband not allowing you to watch your special program online when you came to my house the first time?"

"One day," she continued, " Dr. Boothe was explaining to me the different phases of magictic induction in therapy, and brought your college experience up as an example. He told me that he'd prepared you for an induction experience in a small frat group years ago, and while the induction had worked, you reacted so strongly against any idea of losing control that he gave you a post-magictic suggestion that the session was a failure, and swore the other two frat members to secrecy. During that explanation, he inadvertently mentioned the induction word to me."

She went on, "I lied about my husband forbidding me to watch my favorite program because I hadn't communicated with you in so long, I wasn't sure of how to get into your confidence again without suspicion. I figured the least risky method would be to appeal to your sense of chivalry, and once I'd gotten into your refuge, take things from there."

While these explanations were interesting, my cock was beginning to ache once more for the possession of her flesh. I had been sitting there gazing idly at her golden-triangle, now damp with her juices, and smelling that sweet scent of her arousal during all this time, and my cock had become impatient with my delay. I simply had to taste her, feel her, and to enjoy as much of her as possible, just in case this was my last opportunity to take advantage of her gorgeous charms!

But, before I did that, I had to make sure that she wouldn't be able to again put me in a state of helplessness, so I gave her my most important post-magictic command. I couldn't ask her what the induction word was, because I wasn't sure what my response would be once I heard it, so I simply told her that she would never be able to speak the word in my presence again. I made up my mind to have Lennie erase the word from my mind at the first opportunity. Mostly because there were a couple others who knew it, and I could never tell when I might run into them again.

Standing, I picked Linda up in my arms, and walked to my bedroom just down the hall a bit, and gently lay her on my bed. Removing my shirt, I got onto the bed next to her and began the process of kissing my way down her body, relishing every part of her I could reach. Nibbling on her hardened nipples again elicited the moans and groans from her that so entranced me earlier. Moving slowly down her belly, stopping briefly to dip my tongue into her navel, I then quickly moved my lips down into my ultimate goal.

Inhaling deeply, I slowly slid my tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top, flicking the tip across her clit. I heard a satisfying squeal as her hips bucked up into my face, and a deeper groan as I sunk my tongue as deeply as I could into her very juicy pussy! As I savored the taste and heady aroma of her aroused passion I sought to reach every spot reachable between the crack of her ass to the top of her cunt! I was in sexual heaven!
From the way Linda thrashed about the bed under my touch, I knew she was enjoying herself as well. The only command I'd given her was to obey my commands, and to tell the absolute truth whenever I questioned her. Beyond that, if I gave no command, she was free to react as she wished. Finally, after flicking her clit a couple more times with my tongue, I moved down just a few inches and tried to jam it into her asshole as far as I could!

With a loud breathless groan, she grabbed the sides of my head and tried to pull me into her crotch as hard as she could, arching her back, and digging her heels into the bed! She held that position for a few moments, shuddering through a massive orgasm before she fell back onto the bed, exhausted. Finally able to take a breath, I pulled my head reluctantly from between her thighs, sitting back on my heels to admire the results of my work, and her beautiful body.

She lay there before me on the bed, breathing heavily, her flawless skin lightly covered with a thin layer of perspiration. I just knew that I had to keep seeing her, but things had gotten complicated of late and I was uncertain now what might happen once this night had come to an end.

I had one thing left to do, and the call of my body was getting much too strong to resist. Lying down beside her once more, I leaned into her face and began to kiss her softly, first her eyes, then her nose and finally her mouth. Looking back down her body, I slowly caressed her breasts, alternately tweaking her hardened nipples between my thumb and forefinger, just enjoying the sounds of pleasure that softly blew through her pursed lips.

I moved my left hand softly down to the golden delta between her thighs, rubbing my fingers through the warm damp center of her pussy. As I continued to stroke my fingers between her vaginal lips, Linda increased her moans, blowing them in puffs against the side of my face. Then, she brought her arm up to pull my body over onto hers.

Once I had settled onto her body, she spread her legs, raised her knees and reached between us, grasping my cock to direct it deep into her body. From this point on, it was a real test of my will power to keep from exploding on the spot! I had to restrain the hip movements she had begun in order to keep myself from filling her too quickly. I wanted this to last as long as possible, but it was soon looking as though this performance was going to have to be a 'double-header,' as stopping the strokes was as erotically compelling as moving.

Without warning, my balls convulsed, and spurt after spurt of my come began to fill the vision beneath me, releasing a tremendous wave of pent-up sexual tension from my body! I was disappointed with my performance of course, but the time for regrets was for later. I supported my body on my elbows, trying to keep my weight from bearing down on her body while I tried to catch my breath. I was too exhausted to even pull out of her, and I vaguely wondered if she had any protection from my rather 'spontaneous' outburst.

The realization that her heels were still buried in my ass-cheeks made me a little more comfortable about that situation however, as it occurred to me that I couldn't have pulled out if I had to! Resting there a few minutes, still embedded in this wonderful lady, I was surprised to feel a very gentle massage around my semi-deflated cock! I was beginning to feel that my traitorous cock had probably met its horny little match!

Glancing down at her face, I found her looking straight into my eyes. Her hands came up to the sides of my face, and she pulled me into a deep passionate kiss, her tongue tracing a tremendously sensuous path inside my mouth! That, and having the fingers of her hands begin running through my hair began to have powerful effects on my 'monster below,' and I soon began to feel myself swelling into her delicious cunt once more!

This time, I decided to allow her to be the director of this act, as she was managing to get all the right action into our scene! I was not disappointed, and soon the magical muscles in her cunt had massaged my cock into yet another 'take!'

As if we were designed for perfect, synchronous rhythm, we soon began to move in unimister, stroking slowly in and out, also exploring each other's bodies with hands and lips. Having already surpassed my quota of ejaculations for the week, I felt supremely confident that I could give her a much better account of myself than before! Pumping my cock in and out of her pussy with slow easy strokes, I noted that she had no difficulty matching me. Neither of us was in any hurry to bring this delightful exercise to an end.

After several long minutes of trying to crawl inside each other's bodies, I took note of Linda's acceleration in hip movement, and I had no choice but to complement it, the rhythm having bound me to her through pure pleasure. I could think of nothing more important now than maintaining my contact with her. Her whimpering was sounding softly in my ear, with more and more urgency, and I could tell that her time was getting close.

Not surprisingly, my time was getting close as well, as I could feel the contractions of her pussy massaging my cock with stronger and stronger intensity. I was determined that she would launch first, as my first performance had left much to be desired, but I knew that it was going to be a 'crap-shoot!'

Suddenly, her legs wrapped around my waist, with her heels digging once more into my ass, and she convulsed into a wonderful orgasm, sending me over the edge as well. My exhaustion was complete! My pleasure as well. After the years following my ex-wife's departure, I'd seen little outside my own house, with the sole exception of the route through which I ran each morning for exercise. I REALLY needed this!

As I wondered what my life was going to be like after tonight, I rolled off Linda, and relaxed completely! In a moment or two, Linda curled up next to me, her knee across my legs, her face in the crook of my neck, her hand slowly moving down my belly to settle on my cock, which was twitching in grateful exhaustion! The perfect scenario, I thought. Just before everything faded out, I thought I heard her whisper against my ear; "I love you, Russ! More than you know!"

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Ringing! Damn the ringing! My head! Vaguely I remembered the events before I went to relax. I snapped up, awake, quickly looking around to see what was going on! The phone was trying to get my attention; that much was sure. I was in my bed, naked, and alone... That last observation however, caused me some considerable disappointment.

Picking up the receiver, I heard the voice of Lennie, wanting to know if I would be able to return his apparatus this coming Monday night! Since this was Saturday morning I really couldn't think of any objection to his request. Of course, there was an ulterior motive to his request; my attendance to a long awaited dinner the following Monday evening that his wife Elaine had insisted upon, citing my long absence from their circle.

Mumbling my acceptance, I made up my mind to make sure that he removed that 'word', whatever it might be, from affecting me. Flopping back down in bed, I started to review the events of last night when I suddenly smelt the marvelous aroma of fried bacon, and the bracing aroma of freshly brewed coffee! Tossing the phone back onto the bed stand, I pushed myself up against the headboard and glanced towards the bedroom doorway.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I soon saw Linda struggling through the doorway, balancing a large tray containing a plate of eggs and bacon, and a large mug of what had to be steaming coffee! She was dressed in one of my old T-shirts, and apparently nothing else as I could definitely see her nipples poking out from beneath. The T-shirt was long enough however, to cover one of her principle attractions, my erotic playground of the previous night, but just barely.

Setting the tray down next to my phone, she turned to me, hands on hips and said, "If you're going to be able to keep up last night's level of performance big guy, I'm going to have to keep you well supplied with energy food!" I must have still been wearing my 'stunned' look, because her face suddenly showed some concern, and a small frown began to appear between her eyes.

Before the mood could be broken, I managed to recover enough to grab her wrist quickly, and pull her across my body onto the bed. With a little squeal, she flew to my side, and to make damn sure that she didn't misunderstand my move, I quickly covered her mouth with mine, and wrapped her up in my arms. We were on even ground now; no hocus-pocus, no magicsis, no tricks or gimmicks, and I wanted to make sure that she didn't get away!

The food remained on the bed stand, forgotten, as Linda and I renewed our passionate relationship from the previous evening. Once we had again exhausted ourselves with each other, we began catching up on all that we'd missed over the past few years. Her life, mine; likes, dislikes; compressing what would have been considered a 'courtship' into an intense weekend of physical and intellectual immersion with each other.

During that time, we took a bit to analyze the process by which we managed to reach our present situation; the magicsis and mild deceptions of both. I had to agree with her that the likelihood of her gaining access to my isolation was remote without some ruse, and she had to agree with me in my choice of countermeasures to bring things to a head. The 'punishment' fit the 'crime,' so to speak.

I did confess to her that I still had a 'thing' about being 'put under' without any recollection of the act, but she taught me a little trick that, while it wouldn't prevent me from ever being put under, would allow me to recall having been so. With that knowledge, I could take whatever steps I needed to protect myself in the future.

For the first time in my life, I found myself looking at Monday morning as an opportunity to rest up for the coming weekend. I... was... exhausted! But overall, I felt better than I had in years! Since my weekend distraction, I'd accumulated a much larger workload of tech-writing assignments than I'd like, so I buckled down to complete as much as possible before my dinner date with Lennie and his wife later that evening. Linda had to attend a professional seminar on the west coast for the week, so I figured that I'd have ample time to catch up on my work, and my strength!

I'd dismantled the light set-up that Lennie had loaned me, and boxed everything up so I could return it to him this evening. I'd also made up my mind not to tell him anything about any of the events that I'd gone through the past couple of weeks. No point in encouraging him to get entangled in trying to rescue me at my stage in life.

All too soon the time for dinner loomed before me. I'd picked up a bottle of really good wine (so they told me at the cuckold water store) as a present, dressed up a bit (no shorts, logo T-shirts or my usual loafers) and set off for Lennie's place with the light-show box under my arm. Pulling up to their home, I made a last minute check of my appearance, and knocked on their front door.

Elaine met me at the door, swooping in on me to give me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. Taking the items I'd been carrying from me, she escorted me into their living room, all the time chatting away about how long it'd been since we'd been together. Relieved that I didn't have to carry the conversation, I took time to look her over, as I'd not seen her in several years. Lennie had begun to show the effects of both his job and the years, having developed a sizable paunch, and he'd gotten pretty bald.

His wife, on the other hand, seemed to have discovered the Fountain of Youth! She now stood before me in an evening dress, bright red, cut deeply down the front of her still vivacious body, exposing her smooth, white skin down to her waist. Her long, black hair hung down to her shoulder blades like a smooth, shiny blanket. Her breasts obviously didn't need a bra, as they stood out proudly to adorn her perfectly proportioned body.

Once she'd led me to the living room, she turned to look at me, and I could almost swear I saw her run her tongue across her lips before she called out for Lennie. "Dear," she said loudly. "He's here!" She then beckoned me to a sofa just in front of their TV, asked me what I wanted to take, and when I told her, she went on towards their kitchen.

Lennie burst out of the kitchen the moment that Elaine entered, apologizing for not being at the door to greet me. Wiping his hands on a towel, he shook my hand and pressed a take into my hand. Sitting down next to me, he chatted a bit about his work, and other stuff that had transpired since the last time we'd talked the week before. I had a feeling where he was going, but I let him blather on... Finally, he ran out of small talk, and moved right into the subject that he, and apparently Elaine were most concerned with.

Women... Had I chanced upon anyone who had captured my interest over the past few years; at least since Kathy had taken off? I needed to get back into the action, he began... My solitary life-style was not healthy, etc, etc, etc. I came prepared for this conversation, so I smiled to myself and let him ramble on. Soon he began to run out of helpful advice, and finally asked me about the 'research project' results for my article on magicsis.

That question caught me a little bit by surprise, as I'd simply made up that story so I could get an edge on Linda's manipulation of me. Sensing that I had to bring this story to a plausible conclusion, I kept to the truth wherever I could, without revealing Linda's participation in any of it. Curious about the flashing sequence that I'd researched for induction, he asked me how I'd managed to test it for effectiveness without a suitable subject. Finding myself being backed into a corner, I was relieved to hear Elaine announcing dinner being served.

As the dinner progressed, the conversation turned once again to my social life, or lack thereof. Lennie's wife however, seemed to watch my responses to their questions very carefully, as if weighing the truthfulness of my answers. I had no intention, at least for the moment, of filling them in on my most recent, most successful re-entry into the 'land of the living.'

As the dinner progressed, I noticed something in Elaine that I never recalled seeing before. Aside from her natural beauty, she seemed to have acquired a kind of hungry look, almost predatory. Of course, my social contact with Lennie and his wife was restricted to that period from when they had nearly finished their courtship, to a couple of years after they had gotten married.

At that time I had been dating Kathy and had just proposed to her. Elaine had some previous experience with Kathy, apparently not very cordial I gathered, and they had advised strongly against our getting hooked up. Of course, their concern had proven prophetic, and Kathy and I had gotten divorced just two years after our marriage; citing incompatibilities. I hadn't paid much attention to Elaine during that period, simply because I was bound up in my own problems at the time.

Lennie however, was Lennie. Laughing here, probing there, telling anecdotes about our romps during college, and generally being the all around gracious, entertaining host. I soon had no problem recalling the reamisters that had caused us to become such good friends over the years. I immediately regretted my decision to withdraw into my own, solitary world once my divorce with Kathy was complete. My mind was made up to change that situation as soon as I could, hopefully with Linda's assistance.

We had just finished dinner, and Elaine was stepping into the kitchen to retrieve the bottle of wine that I'd brought for the occasion, when their phone began to ring. Elaine turned to answer it, and a brief but animated conversation took place. She seemed to be insisting that her husband should not be bothered on one of his rare nights off, and that whoever was on the other end of the call should call upon someone else to assist them.

Finally, she handed the phone over to Lennie, who listened intently for several minutes, interjecting a brief comment from time to time in response to some remark. Finally, he hung up the phone, turned to us and said, "My apologies Russ. Something has come up at the hospital that apparently requires my direct intervention. I'm afraid that this situation will take some time to resolve, so I'll have to postpone our little 'catch-up' session until some other time. In the meantime, please finish your wine and Elaine can see you out." Slapping me on the back, and firmly embracing me, he then kissed his wife and took his leave.

Once the door slammed shut, Elaine and I turned to each other, and a long silence settled between us. I had never gotten to know Elaine very well, Lennie and I having been acquainted through college and beyond. I did however, notice that Elaine had suddenly settled into a much more relaxed, sultry pose before me. Smiling, she passed me the glass of wine that she'd poured, and leaned back in her seat, just watching my face.

"Well, Russ," she said. "Do we need a toast to encourage you to have a take?" Casually running her tongue across the rim of her wineglass, she took a small sip, raising her glass to me in a gesture of salute. Nervously, I clinked my glass to hers and took a sip myself, keeping my eyes on hers. I wasn't sure why, but the moment was becoming somewhat uncomfortable, so I quickly finished my wine, and got up to leave.

Rising with me, Elaine put her forefinger to her lips, and then pointed it at me, getting me to stop for just a moment. She then came around the table and put her mouth to my ear, obviously intending to say something to me. After she had done so, I had no recollection of anything having been said. Puzzled, I turned to her just in time to hear her say aloud, "Well, Russ, it's been a really long time, but... I think it's time again for the 'games to begin,' don't you?"

As I tried to ask her what she was talking about, I noted that she had begun unbuttoning my shirt with one hand, and with the other she'd begun stroking the front of my pants, awakening the my traitor within. My most immediate problem of course, was the fact that I couldn't say anything, much less move under my own power.

All I could think of was, "AW FUCK! What now?"

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Cindy's Slut


CHAPTER 1 THE BEGINNING

The first time that I saw her was at the fraternity party. She was about 5'4" with long blonde hair. Her tight 501 jeans clung tightly to her heart shaped ass. As I stared at her, I couldn't seem to take my eyes off that cute tight ass. Then she turned ever so slightly to her left and looked over her shoulder into my eyes.

Immediately I was transfixed by the smile she flashed at me. Bright red lips, pearly white teeth, a small impish nose, and a round face with big seductive blues eyes. From the back, the appearance she gave has give me was that of her blonde Swedish ancestry, but as I now gazed into her eyes, her face betrayed her mix of oriental and Caucasian ancestors.

She was standing in a small group of girls and guys, laughing and takeing tequila. I later learned that tequila was just one of her vices. I also learned that her laugh was as wicked as it was infectious.

At the time, I was a junior in college and pretty full of myself. I was 21years-old, six-foot tall, blonde hair and blue eyes. I had always been an athelet, previously in high school, and here in college. Between track and field, wrestling, and weight lifting, I was (as the misterg said) "like a rock". So, without any hesitation, I drowned a shot of whiskey and walked over to her.

We hit it off immediately. As we talked and traded information, we downed a few more tequila shooters. As I gazed down at her, I couldn't help but notice her great tits. They looked perfect, full and firm with nipples that pushed out against her blouse like pencil erasers. When I have my eyes back up to her face, she just smiled and took my hand. She guided me over to a couch in the corner and crawled into my arms. Within a matter of minutes, we were over in the kissing and fondling each other.

I wasn't sure whether it was the tequila or if she was just one of those hot horny fucking coeds, but I wasn't taking the time to think about it. With my tongue deep in her mouth, my hands were feeling her breasts. As the buttons to her blouse popped open, I slide my fingers into into her bra and felt her nipples. She has on a nice white satin and lace bra that nicely cupped her tits. As I ran by hands over those two firms globes, I found that they were as nice as they had first looked.

Now most girls that I had "known", fell into one of two "bra categories". Either they had tits that they thought were too small and they padded their bras, or they had big tits that sagged and used their bras to give them lift. Few girls had those perfect breasts - the ones that just were a firm and round, sitting high on the chest, with pointy nipples, pink areolas and that extending from cleavage to armpit. Cindy was definitely one of those rare finds!

As for Cindy, she was a girl that knew what she wanted. By the time that I had my hands in her blouse, she had her hand in my pants. As we stroked each other, it became clear that we needed to move this to somewhere more private.

She stuck her tongue in my ear, licked it lightly and then told me to zip up. As I struggled to get my pulsating erection back in my shorts and down one pant leg, she was buttoning up her blouse. Oblivious to those around us, we weaved toward the door to the hall. She was stuck to me, hip to hip, with her hand firmly on my ass. She left no doubt that she was ready to fuck.

We went upstairs and used a room of one of my frat brothers. No sooner did we have the door close behind us, and then she began tearing at my shirt. I tried to take her blouse off at the same time, but she firmly grabbed my hands. "Stop" she said. I stood there in confusion, what the fuck? Had I read all the signs wrong? She firmly pushed my arms to my sides and said "you first". With that big beautiful smile she proceeded to take my clothes off.

As she removed my shirt she began licking my skin. She traced her tongue down my chest to my nipples. Her breath was hot and grew faster. Her licking changed to sucking, then light biting - all the time she was making this low, deep moaning sound. Now, I had sucked plenty of female tits, but this was the first time that one of them had sucked mine. I went nuts. I had no idea that it would feel so sensuously. My knees literally began to buckle. My cock was so hard it hurt. As it pressed against the pants, I could feel the zipper cutting into the tender flesh of the head. Then, a quick hard bite on my left nipple and I felt my legs go out from under me. At the same time that she bit my nipple she grabbed my crotch and pushed me down onto the bed. She opened my belt with a quick flick of one hand and pulled down my zipper with the other. Then she grabbed the pants at my waist and told me to raise my ass. A couple of tugs and my pants were on the floor.

I felt slightly dazed, I guess it was the combination of the ***** and the sexual onslaught. While I certainly wasn't objecting to what was going on, this was all quite a change for me. By this time in college, I had fucked my fair share of girls. I was a good-looking guy, confident, and had a great build. It was never much of a problem to find a willing pussy to bury my dick into. My cock was 9-inches long and 8-inches in circumference. My typically mode-of-operation was to fuck on top. I loved to drive my cock in deep. I was long enough that I could bottom out most girls' pussies. My cock was thick enough that (and the girl's pussies young and tight enough) that I always got a tight fuck. I usually didn't waste too much time on foreplay. Most girls had wet panties and dripping snatches after the first few minutes of sucking on their tits and fingering their twats. It was usually just a matter of grabbing their ankles, pulling their legs up over my shoulders and hammer driving my cock in as far and as deep as it would go. After a few minute of making sure that they knew they we getting fucked, I would slow down and play around. Fucking their pussies from side to side, pulling almost all the way out and then making them beg me to slam it back in, building a tempo and then changing pace.... whatever I felt like at the time...whatever was fun. Nothing I liked better that fucking fast to some hard rock misterg...pounding some poor pussy until she begged me to stop.

But this was different. Here I lay, my cock stuck up tight against my short, cum oozing out wetting my shorts! I started to say something, when Cindy smiled and placed a finger against her lips..."Shhhhh" For a moment she just stood there with that wicked smile, looking me up and down. Then she slowly licked her lips and began to remove her clothes. Better than any strip joint strip tease that I ever say. Button by button, until the blouse was gone. The she moved her hands to her tits...squeezing them up and together...as she threw her head back...tossing her long blonde hair...with a soft catlike moan coming from deep in her throat. Next came the jeans...again button by button...then slowly snaking them side to side off her hips. As they passed her thighs, she dropped them to the floor and kicked them away with her foot. There was sheen of sweat all over her body. Her body seemed to shimmer and pulsate, as her breathing came short and husky. Her panties matched her bra, shiny satin with lacy trim along the waist that then trailed down around the legs. The crotch of her panties was obviously wet, with the material sticking in the slit of her cunt and molded to her swollen pussy lips.

She paused again, standing there...licking her lips...her smile becoming a feral look of hunger. She moved forward and grabbed the waist of my underwear. She yanked them down; tearing at the material...giving no thought to my stiff cock as it first caught and then sprang away from the material. She took the shorts and place under her nose. She inhaled deeply and then stuck her tongue forward into them...catching the cum that had accumulated in the crotch. She dropped the shorts and began to remove her bra. Grabbing the clasp that lie in front between the two cups, she popped the clip and then slowly pulled the two cups outward. I could see the tan lies left from her summer bikini. The contrast of the bright white satin bra...the white of the skin in the tan lines...and the brown of her skin...I needed to touch those tits! As I began to sit up, she tore the bra off and threw it in my face..."Stop, if you want to fuck me, stop and do as I say!"..."Lay back down, NOW!"

I hesitated, but then lay back. She smiled ..."Good boy". She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slowly pulled the panties off. She reached down between her legs and stuck her finger up her cunt. She pulled the finger out and traced the juices across her lips. Quickly she dove on top of me and kissed me. I could taste the sweet juice from her pussy as she mashed her lips on my. The heady aroma of pussy filled my nose. She continued to kiss me hard, until I began to get light headed. As if sensing I was at the edge, she pulled back...smiled again...and then slide down my body. As she snaked her tongue down my chest and stomach, she sought my cock with her hand.

Wrapping her hand around the base of my cock, she began to suck the tip. First wrapping her lips around the head and glands, she stuck the tip of her tongue in the slit of my cock. Then she powerd my cock back up against my stomach and began to suck and lick the underside of the cock. Up and down...from the head to my balls...like a kid with a lollipop. All the time she was squeezing and kneading my ball.

After coating my cock in her saliva, she took my balls in her mouth...first one then the other. She sucked on them just hard enough to elicit a moan from me. Hearing me moan, she laughed and called me a whore. She rose up and French kissed me again. I could taste the salty tang of my own cum on her tongue as she jammed it into my mouth and began to probe.

By this time I wanted nothing more that to fuck her hot wet cunt! I tried to rise again, but was met with resistance. I was surprised by the strength in this little 5-foot nothing piece of ass. Roughly, she grabbed me by the hair and told me again that I was a whore. She said, "Whores do what they're told, and I'm telling you to eat me!"

Slamming my head back down on the bed, she quickly placed her two knees on my shoulders. Using her legs to pin me down, she spread her thighs and powerd her cunt onto my face. For a moment I couldn't breath, and what air I did get was poignant with her smell. A combination of odor that reminded me of tuna fish, sweat, tequila and roses . I gasp as she ground her cunt into my face...rubbing her clit on my nose...smearing her labia on my mouth. "Eat me bitch...you whore...you fucking cock!"...as she thrust down on my mouth. As she powerd her cunt onto my mouth she slide off my nose and I caught some air. "Stick your tongue in me...lick my clit...fuck me you whore!...

Now, as I said before, I had eaten my share of pussy. Mostly it was a means to get some fucking pussy wet enough to stick my dick into. This was different. This cunt was demanding that I eat her...I had no choice.... and suddenly, I like it... This blonde babe was fucking me...and I was her whore! I loved the taste of her juices running down my throat...running down my neck and chest. I thrust my tongue up into her pussy, seeking that nub of her clit between the folds of her pussy lips. The more she moaned...the more she talked dirty to me...the more she demanded...the more I tried to give.

As she writhed above me, the sweet juices from her pussy coated my dry throat. I felt her clamp her legs against my face, squeezing my ears...as she began to cum. I sucked...I licked...I thrust my tongue into her until my jaw hurt...and still she came. She was great! Crying, swearing, ramming her hips forward onto my mouth...as her orgasm racked her tiny frame...her juices changed...sweeter...thicker...flowing into me.

She sat upon my face. Ragged breathing, heaving breasts, covered with sweat, leaned her hands upon the wall. Slowly, rocking back and forth upon my mouth and tongue, her long blonde hair hanging down over me, I heard small whimpering moans coming from her. After a few moments, she said, "Good boy, you are such a whore!"

During all this, I had endured the awful pain of a ragging erection. My cock was so hard it hurt. While eating her pussy, I had been so involved that my cock was secondary...just thrusting into the air as I ate her out. Now I refocused on my cock. So did she... If it was 9-inches before, it felt like 12-inches now. I swear, I had never been this hard...it throbbed...it pulsated...the head was coated with a layer of cum that oozed from its slit.

She slide back to sit on my thighs. I began to sit up. Now was my turn to fuck this hot pussy until she couldn't walk. I wanted her...I wanted to fuck...I needed to fuck...if I didn't fuck I was going to go crazy...I was so hard, I needed it so bad, I could have driven my cock through a brick wall.... ARRRRRHHHH. I rose to my elbows and attempted to roll her off onto her back. Much to my surprise, she slapped my face and said, "Back off bitch. I fuck on top". The slap wasn't hard, just enough to shock me...but, it showed...she looked at the surprised look on my face she began to laugh. "What's wrong, haven't figured out yet that you're my fucking whore...that's my fucking cock...and I'm fuck you...lay back and enjoy it, bitch". She raised her hips up, and again with the wicked smile, impaled herself on my cock..

What could I do? What could I say? She had me. All I wanted to do was fuck and I would have done anything to fuck. When I felt her jam her pussy down onto my ragging hard on, I went wild. I thrust up from the bed...I grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto my cock...I couldn't get in deep enough...I couldn't fuck hard enough. She rode me...controlling the tempo...controlling the depth...controlling the fuck...kaggling my cock with her pussy. First she rode me fast and hard...then she slowed...she was driving me crazy. "Fuck me, or fuck me..." the words rolled from me. Squeezing my cock...riding me...thrusting her hip forward and back..."Beg me whore...tell me you're my slut...tell me you're my whore...beg me to fuck you bitch!"

I had not choice...I wanted no choice...I only want to fuck her...to be fucked by her...I was reduced to a cock...and I would have said anything...done anything...just to fuck! "Please fuck me...please...I'm a whore...you're slut...you're bitch...fuck me...please just fuck me...."

She slapped me again...harder this time...but I was beyond feeling pain...I was just a cock. She increased her pace...slamming her cunt up and down on my cock...juices running down my balls...between my legs...down my ass crack. I felt the head of my cock rammed against her cervix...bottoming out in the depth of her pussy...her clit riding the ridge of my cock head...grinding down on my public hair. Then I came...that indescribable feeling of cumming...the sweat pain as you feel it explode from your ball, through you cock and up, out into that hot, tight fucking cunt. Shot after shot as it jizmed into her, she had her second orgasm. Her cunt clamped down on my cock...she went stiff...then arced her back and screamed...it felt as if her cunt were sucking my life through my sperm into her...into her cunt.

We got dressed. I was floating in a haze. I thought...what the fuck just happened...and... that was the best damn fuck I've ever had. I was hooked. She looked at me and smiled. She had me and she knew it. I took her back downstairs to find the friends that she had come with. I asked if we could get together tomorrow. She just smiled. She gave me her telephone number and told me to call her. I could hardly wait...

Chapter 2: The Conversion

Cindy and I had been dating, well let's be honest...fucking, for about three months. School had ended about a month ago and I was just a dog in heat, following at her heels, sniffing at her cunt, licking her hand, her toes, her ass...but licking mostly her incredible, edible cunt. She was making me her pet, training me like a dog...like the dog I was...like the dog she wanted.

On the fourth of July, and we had decided to go to the lakes. In Minnesota, the term "going to the lakes" meant going to one or more of the 10,000 lakes that dotted the state. We had a few lakes in mind that met her criteria for a place to spend the long holiday. She said we needed to find some place quiet, preferably isolated. After cruising around a couple of different lakes, we settled on a small semi-developed one. The lake was about 2 miles long and 1/2 mile across. There were no resorts or parks on the lake, just a dozen couple of private cabins down at the one end. We found a dirt road that ran back through some woods, ending in a sandy little beach.

When we had packed for the trip, we had loaded plenty of clothes and supplies. I though that Cindy was packing a bit too much for just a three day vacation. Granted, women usually pack twice what they need, but this seemed even more than that level. But, being the thoroughly pussy whipped dick that I was, I did as I was told and loaded the stuff.

The first day at the beach was heavenly, bright sun, no people, just Cindy and I. We spread our towels out on the sand, broke open the tequila, cut up the limes, and rolled a few fat joints. We greased up with oil, making sure to cover all the exposed skin, teasing each other with a few chosen rubs of the oil under and around the swimsuits. Cindy was always reminding me to keep her bikini on her tan lines. She like the contrast of the bikini lines left on her bronze body, mostly so that I could trace those tan lines with my tongue during sex play.

By the end of the day, we had a good tequila and pot buzz. As the sun went down we sat and watched the stars come out. After a long day of the teasing sex play, the tequila, and the pot we were pretty horny. With little delay, we climbed in the van where we shed our clothes and got down to fucking like naturals.

Cindy was just definitely one of those girls that liked to explore sex. She loved kinky sex, especially when she had a "chill" on from a day of good tequila and pot. With a good buzz and no inhibitions and the operative word was "fucking".

We didn't have many clothes to shed, as I dropped my swim shorts and she stripped off her bikini. The moonlight through the van windows was enough to highlight our tans, her bikini lines and my Speedo lines. We took a few more shotguns from the bong, downed a few more shots of tequila, and started to squeeze limejuice onto each other.

Cindy was petite little spinner, wide between the legs and with a incredibly tight cunt. Cindy was also very oral. She loved sucking and eating cock, almost as much as she liked having her pussy sucked and eaten. When I first met Cindy, she had shaped her pubic hair into a tuff above her pussy shaped like a little heart. Over the next few months, as she trained me to be her pussy eating bitch, she took to shaving her entire pubic area clean. Visually, her shaved pussy looked like a little girl's cunt. Eating her smooth hairless twat was like licking a virginal ******. Not only was her shaved pussy very seductive looking, but being hairless it eliminated any problem of getting hair in my teeth.

Cindy loved fucking on top. I guess it was a manifestation of her being in control. We did fuck in almost every possible configuration, but sitting astride me like some crazed Valerie as she rode my cock was always her favorite position.

Cindy knew that I liked being on top, "power fucking" her cunt. When I power fucked, I had her on her back, with her ankles above my shoulders, her ass raised up on a pillow, and me just hammering her cunt. I loved the feeling of having my 9-inch boner slamming into her, bottoming out in her vagina. It was always such a turn on to have that little blonde spinner thrusting her nubile shave pussy up toward my cock...moaning and pleading to "please, please fuck me."

However, from the beginning of our relationship, Cindy had made it clear that when we fucked, we fucked for her satisfaction first. Only when she was satisfied (or when she wanted to manipulate me) would she pull me on top and "beg" me to fuck her. Since she was such a seductive fuck, I didn't complain. If she needed me to eat her pussy for hours, or for her to sit astride me an ride my cock from on top, then no problem. As long as I got to power fuck her in the end (no pun intended), it was all good.

Once in the van, Cindy lay on her back and pulled a pillow up under her ass. Great I thought, "power fucking time". Pot always made me horny as hell. With a good buzz, I could ride her for hours, ramming my nine inches of hot, pulsating meat into her hot, wet snatch. As I spread her legs and moved between her thighs. I would fuck this pussy until she couldn't walk.

She smiled at me with a wicked grin add said, "stop Slut." Moving her ankles to just above my hips, she squeezed her legs and held me in place. She reached over into the adjacent cooler and took out a tub of cool whip. With a twinkle in her eyes, she opened the container and began to spread the white cream all around her cunt. First she spread the cream all over her vulva. Then she pushed the outer lips apart and spread it onto her labia. Then she drove a finger full up of cream deep up into her cunt. Finally, she placed a dab of the cream on the nub of her clit. "Eat me slut," she demanded.

I gazed down at her sticky sweet cunt, and without a second thought, I dove in. She wanted me to feast on her cunt, and that's exactly what I did. I licked, I sucked, I bit...I ate her cunt. The smell and the taste of her creamy shaved pussy was heavenly. The smooth soft pussy lips slide between my lips. The sweet fragrant juices ran from her cunt into my hungry mouth. She moaned and begged be to eat her. I had to fight to keep my mouth on her writhing, thrusting hip. As I thrust my tongue up onto her clit, she cried and she. Her pussy cum mixed with the sweet whipped crème, coating my face and neck. As her climax built her cunt juices flowed copiously. I lapped and swallowed hard as the thick white creamy cunt mixture washed down my throat. She came and came...so hot...so fucking hot. I eat her. I was in love with her. She had me hooked on her sex. She was the best fuck I had ever had. She was all I could ever want.

About an hour and four cunt creaming orgasms later, it was my turn. Covered with sweat, cool whip, and pussy juice, I was poised between her legs. I ran my 9-inch cock up and down her pussy lips, spreading her juices over her shiny cunt. Slowly, I pushed the head in between her labia. She moaned and spread her legs wider. I towered above her, slowly moving the mushroom head up and down against her clit. Her moans quickly changed to throaty whimpers, as she raised her hips up trying to push more of my cock into her cunt. I toyed with her, matching the rocking thrusts of her hips, always just keeping the tip of my cock between her pussy lips. She began to beg me to penetrate her," fuck me... stick you cock in me...fuck me!"

I looked down upon her. Her long blonde hair cascaded across her shoulders and onto her pert breasts. Her nipples were hard and protruding, like pencil erasers. Her breathing was broken and labored. Her voice was raspy and pleading. I smiled and said to her, "You can do better than that. Beg me like you really want it."

"Please, please," she said. "Oh, please give it to me"

"Give you what?" I replied.

"Give my you cock. Give me your hard fucking cock. Give it to me NOW. FUCK ME WITH YOU COCK. FUCK ME...PLEASE," she cried.

Always the gentleman, I complied. With one long trust, I rammed the length of my cock into her cunt. Deep and hard, hitting bottom of her vagina. She cried, "ARRRHHH!" I smiled down upon her.

Pulling all the way out until the tip of my cock was again just between her pussy lips, I teased her clit. "PLEASE, OH GOD PLEASE," she begged. Again, I thrust all the way into her cunt...my pelvis grinding into her clit. I stayed deep inside of her, and lifted her body with my cock. I grabbed her hips and began to do small circles with my cock, grinding against her clit. As I rotated my cock inside her cunt, I continued to slam my weight against her pelvis, thrusting with my hips. As I slammed my cock into her cunt, I drove her across the floor of the van. When her head hit the back of the passenger seat, she became wedged. Then, with her pinned in that position, I really began to fuck her...to power fuck her.

In rhythm to the rock music from the radio, I rode her pussy. Pulling almost all the way out of her twat on each stroke, I drove my cock in and out...in and out. The full weight of my body rode behind each thrust. Using my cock like a giant spear, I drove myself into her...again...and again...splitting her open. I was fucking the way I loved, like some mindless, rutting natural. I was in my zone, rutting and ramming my cock into her tight little cunt as hard and as fast as I could. As I fucked, my cock swelled and grew, tearing her tiny cunt apart.

Her breathing was ragged. She thrashed her head back and forth, side to side...moaning and whimpering. Beads of sweat covered her body and saliva ran from the corner of her mouth. She wrapped her tight young twat around the 8-inch circumference of my cock, thrusting her hips and fighting to pull me into her. I balanced on my hands above her, one arm on each side of her head. I thrust as hard as I could, slamming into her pubic bone, ramming its full length of my erection into her cunt, bottoming out in her vagina.

I loved the feelings of my cock bottoming out, of my balls slapping against her ass, of her cunt juices running down my legs. I grabbed her tits and twisted. I bent over and sucked her nipples, being rewarded with a small trickle of milk. I rose back up and arched my back, continuing to fuck hard and in time to the hard rock music.

I could feel the cum raising out of my testicles. As I increased the tempo of my thrusts, her moans grew louder and more strained. Sweat bathed our bodies, her cunt juices ran down our legs and pooled under her ass. I raised myself a little higher and rode the top of my cock against the top of her cunt...her clit.

Cindy's pleas to fuck her changed to cries, then screams, "Oh god, oh god please...stop...don't.... I cant take any more...oh, god.... OH, GOD...PLEASE!"

I grabbed her legs and wrenched then apart and up them onto my shoulders. I have her down away from her wedged position against the back of the car seat. I have her ass back onto the pillow. I increased the pace of my fucking, long hard thrust slamming rapid fire into her cunt. With each thrust our pelvic bones cracked together. My pubic hair scratched roughly against her smooth twat.

I was close now. I rocked back and grabbed down, under her ass. Now my hard, deep thrust were directed up against her clit and g spot. Breathing hard, I fought my climax. I fought to maintain that inexplicit erotic high, that feeling just before you cum. That feeling as your red boils and the back of your skull explodes.

Hard long thrusts...each one slamming into the cunt and up against her vagina. She had was on the verge of another orgasm and her cum was flowing. Her quim coated my cock...white and creamy...and I fucked on.

I was in the zone, fucking her cunt hard to the pulsating bass of the rock music. I fucked her cunt, back and forth to a steady, hard rhythm...riding up against her clit. Her breathing was a series of harsh ragged pants. She arched her back, thrusting back up against my fucks. Moaning...whimpering...small throaty cries.

Then she came again. She screamed, " FUCK ME...FUCK ME...OH, GOD...PLEASE...FUCK ME."

As I looked down as her contorted, twisting body, I smiled and increased the pace of my hard thrusts into her cunt...fucking to her chorus of begging screams. I fucked her, my cock piston her milky white cum out of her cunt. It mixed with our sweat and her cunt juices. I watched as she rode the orgasm. As she came off her climax, I bent down and clamped my teeth onto her right nipple. As I bite the nipple, I sucked the aureole into my mouth. Biting and sucking, I felt her begin a third time. I bite down harder onto her tit and used both hands to raise her ass. " PLEASE, OH GOD PLEASE...ARRRHHHHH!" she screamed. I shoved the middle finger of my right hand into her asshole. I curled the finger up and against her cunt. With my finger tight in her ass I could feel my own cock as I thrust into her cunt.

Now I was cumming. I could feel the sperm rising from my balls, like a burning ache in my groin. I increased the speed of my fucking. Breathing hard now, fucking as hard and fast as I could...I took my left hand and rammed the thumb against her clit. The floor was slick with her cum, pussy juice and sweat. I struggled to maintain balance.

"PLEASE...PLEASE.... CUMMMMM!" she cried, as she climaxed yet again. As her cunt clamped down upon my cock, I came. Thrusting into her, the white hot sperm shooting down the length of my cock. Like molten lead, it shot from my cock, pumping load after load of hot, sticky semen deep into her cunt.

Fucking and thrusting into her cunt, I was lost in my own climax. I emptied my cock into her cunt...slamming my hips into her crotch...grinding my cock into her cunt...so hard...so fucking hard.... again...and again...and again...until slowing ebbed my thrusts as my balls were finally emptied.

As I slowly stopped fucking her, I looked down at her cunt and saw the damage I had wrought. The outer lips of her twat were distended and coated with sweat, cum and quim. The inner lips of her pussy were pulled out past the outer lips of her cunt. Her pussy were engorged with red, intensely pink and shiny. As I held my self there above her, I took pleasure in what my "power fuck" had accomplished.

I began to pull my cock from her cunt. I as attempted to extract myself, she clamped her cunt around my cock and wrapped her legs around my waist. She held me tightly inside her as she used her cunt to milk my cock. I could feel the heat from her cunt rise up between our bodies. The sticky mix of quim, cum and sweat began to run out of her pussy and ooze down my legs.

As the stickly mixture began to pool under her ass, Cindy said it was time to get out of the wet spot. We arose and climbed out of the van into the cool evening. We ran to the lake and took a swim in the moonlight. The cool water was refreshing. The dried sweat, cum, and whipped cream was washed away. We climbed back in the van and fell arelax in each other's arms.

Daylight through the van windows awoke us. A breakfast of fresh fruit, some hair-of-the-dog, and a bowl of bud, and we were ready for another day. As I began to put on my swimming trunks, Cindy reached out and grabbed them. "Not to day, Nature boy," she said. She grabbed my hand and the two of us went naked out onto the sand. Since we were the only two people on this deserted beach, who cared?

We spent another day takeing tequila, smoking some dupes, swimming, and getting a righteous tan. We took pictures to immortalize the trip. The two of us, naked except for our cowboy hats, frolicking nude in the sun and the water.

As the day wore on and the buzz set in, Cindy didn't even care about the tan lines! Damn the bikini, the sun on our totally nude bodies was great. Throughout the afternoon, as we swam and sunned, Cindy continually played with my cock. She kept me hard and erect. Every time I began to get limp, she would reach down and begin to give me yet another cocoa nut oil hand job. But, she never letting me get off. Watching the pre-cum drip from my cock, she would know when I was about to climax and she would stop.

Smiling and grinning, she would give me another shot of tequila and another shotgun. Then she would watch as my cock twitch and jump. Soon I was begging her to get me off...just now...just once...just let me cum...I promised to get hard again.

No dice. It was a day of little games for her...stroking me to an erection...listening to me beg to get off...making me jump into the cold water until the erection was subsided...and then starting all over again. I was in ecstasy, agony, and heaven.

Even as Cindy was playing and torturing me through the delightful afternoon, she was not ignoring herself. She had me licking the lime and salt for my tequila shot from off her tits. She was constantly frigging her cunt with the pot pipe, such that my shotguns were delicately flavor with her pussy juices.

As the sun began to wane, enjoying the afterglow of the day, Cindy got up and headed for the van. I began to follow, but she told me to sit and wait. A short time later, she called me to come into the van. As I climbed in, I couldn't help but notice that the windows were covered with towels. On the floor were a bowl of ice cubes, the ever-present tequila, a full bong, and a mound of something covered with another towel. "Close the door and come here," she said.

With the door closed, the van was cool and eerily dark inside. Cindy lit some candles and placed them on the console. "Sit here," she directed, pointing to the air mattress. The bare plastic of the mattress was cool on my skin. She quickly placed a shot of tequila in my hand. "Drink it," she said. No sooner had I downed the take than she quickly followed it with the bong. I sucked the sweet smoke into my lungs...holding it there...letting it take full effect...then I exhaled in a cloud.

As we sat there, naked in the cool van, it was a peaceful respite from the hot sun and sand we had enjoyed all day. My eyes adjusted to the dark and through the purple smoke haze I gazed at the candlelight form of Cindy's body. The long blonde hair, those cool blue eyes, that impish smile, those fantastic tits, the awesome cunt. Man, it just doesn't get any better...our so I thought....

Gently placing her hand on my chest, Cindy pushed me back onto the mattress. She reached over to the toweled mound and took out a scarf. As she leaned forward, she tied the scarf around me eyes, her soft breast pressed against my mouth. Like a hungry, naughty little boy, I sheepishly extended my tongue and licked her nipples. After finishing tying the scarf, she reached behind my head and pulled my mouth to her breast. I sucked on them, feeling the nipples harden under my ministrations. She held me there for a short time as I kissed, licked and suckled upon those luscious mammaries.

Then with a snap, she grabbed my hair and pulled me back from her tits. She held me there for a moment, as if trying to decide something...then slapped me across the cheek. "Bad boy," she said harshly. "You didn't ask permission to suck my tits. You are a bad boy and bad boys get punished." (God bless you Joan Jet!)

With that, she pushed me back onto the mattress. She took each of my arms and tied them out and above my head. She moved to my feet and did the same. I lay there, spread eagle, now in complete darkness.

I lay there for some time, lost in the total darkness. The air was cool and I began to get cold. Goosebumps rose on my inner thighs. My nipples began to get hard. Nothing...then...

I felt her lips on mine. I automatically opened them as to French kiss. But, instead of feeling her tongue, my mouth was filled with a shotgun of marijuana smoke. As I swallowed and filled my lungs with the sweat smoke, Cindy began playing with my body. She coated my body with coconut oil, massaging my arms, chest, thighs and feet. After coating my body, she poured oil over my cock. As she stroked it she told me how she loved it. So big, so hard, so smooth...how purple and red it was...how it throbbed...how nice and big my balls were...how she loved the mushroom head of my cock. As she talked she stroked my shaft, letting the oil run down my balls and into the crack of my ass. My cock swell and grew.

She pumped my cock up and down, slowly. The oil became warm. The smell of coconuts filled the air. As my cock grew rigid and drops of pre-cum leaked from its slit, she would stop. Another kiss full of pot...stroking of my thighs and chest...waiting for my cock to grew flaccid...then begin again....

My head swam...I lay there in the dark...totally high...totally buzzed.... totally fucking hard, horny and turned on. Time had no meaning. Just the sensations...Holly fuck....

Then the contact stopped. No touch...no sound. For what seemed like an eternity, I lie there in the dark. I thrashed my head from side to side. I pulled at my restraints. Nothing...

Then the burning cold. FUCK...IT HURT...SO COLD. As she ran the ice across my chest, she played with my nipples. She trailed the ice across my stomach and down the insides of my thighs. Then she stopped. My body adjusted to the cold of the ice, warming the wet trail left on my body.

Then the ice was on my cock. Again the biting pain, only now so much worse that before. She ran the ice cube along my engorged cock. The ice turned to water in an instant, like hitting a hot stove. As the water ran down my shaft, the burning sensation changed to cooling numbness. The melted water ran from my shaft to my ball and pooled at my ass.

"Bad boy. Such a bad cock. Who told you to get an erection? You didn't ask my permission. You must ask Mistress Cindy," she said. As the ice cube melted so did my erection. The cold water cooled my red and my cock began to soften. As my cock became flaccid, Cindy took the remained of the ice cube and shoved it up my ass.

Holy fuck! What the FUCK! This power play and teasing was unlike anything else that Cindy had done during our past sex.. The extreme sensations of hot burning erection and freezing ice was something else...and I loved it instantly. I loved the sensations. I loved the feeling of being totally in Cindy's control.

Cindy had liked being in control during sex. She also liked experimenting with sex. Even as a blossoming little girl, Cindy had experimented with sex. She had learned to play with her clitoris. She had learned to fuck herself...first using her fingers...then the handle of broom...then her hair brush...then a carrot...a cucumber...a zucchini...and finally her own cock shaped latex dildo.

As she grew, she continued her experimentation, using all kinds of things and toys of every size, shape and texture ... any object she could jam up her cunt. By the time she was thirteen, she was fucking her cunt every night. She loved the sensation of having her pussy filled, making the juices flowing from her cunt, and the sweet orgasms that followed. She learned to love being fucking. She learned to love to cum.

When she began dating boys, she learned what it felt like to fucked by a real cock. She also learned that most fucks by boys ended leaving her anything but satisfied. Sure, the hot hard flesh of real throbbing cock felt so much better than her other toys, but once the boy shot his wad he was done. She was left there aching without having had her climax...left there in a pool of cum dripping out her snatch and running down her ass. Unlike her toys, she couldn't make the fuck go on until she was satisfied.

However, as her experience with sex grew, she began to discovered ways that she could guarantee her own orgasm. She learned how to manipulate the boys. She learned how to deny them their orgasm until she had hers. She learned that the boys would do anything to get off. She took control. Soon, she was fucking them, making them serve her, eat her, getting her off.

Chapter 3: The Training

As my relationship with Cindy progressed, she began to test the depths of that relationship. Some of the tests were overt, and overtly physical. Other tests were subtle, mostly mental. The majority of the tests were a combination of physical and mental attributes.

For instance, we both enjoyed working out and lifting weights. We worked out at the gym at least four evenings a week. We lifted weights and ran. We worked hard and were both in great shape. Naturally, or at least for us, that physical exertion always lead to sex.

Cindy was a natural flirt and a show off. She had a great body and loved to use it tease, obviously me, but also every other guy. When we went to the gym, Cindy would work go braless, wearing a spaghetti strap top. The tiny spaghetti top would be stretched tightly over her large 34-D tits. Since Cindy was a petite 5'4" 110-pound spinner, her 34-D tits looked all the more massive on her tiny frame.

It didn't matter whether she was straining to lift some weight or striding around the track, the tight spaghetti top would enhance every move, every bounce of those magnificent globes. The harder she worked out and the more she sweat, the more her nipples and tits would show through the scant fabric.

Over her cute heart shaped ass, she wore tight satin short-shorts. The shiny satin material would be pulled tight, showing the crack of her ass and of her pussy lips. As her pussy was always completely shaved, the outline of her dewy twat was always clearly shown.

Cindy loved to tease as she worked out. She was an expert at flaunting her body and she knew exactly what effect it was having on people, both guy and girls. She would slide in next to some guy, especially if it appeared that he was trying to concentrate, and do her little tease. Sitting on a stool, she would be facing him, spreading her legs. The lips of her pussy would be pushed to the very edge of the leg openings of her short-shorts. The satin material would be pulled tight into the slit between her labia. As she did her shoulder presses, her long blonde hair cascading down her back, she would strain and arch. Her high, pert, firm tits, already straining to burst from her tiny cotton top, would be further pressured. Her round 34-D tits would push up and out, deepening her already seductive cleavage. The sweat would drip down her tits, wetting her cleavage, outlining her tits and working down her torso.

Needless to say, without fail, the poor guy would totally loss his concentration. Not only would those studly showoffs be reduced to struggling wimps, but they would invariably be sent running to the locker rooms to hide their erections.

The effect on girls would be equally as devastating. While some girls would at first superficial sneak a peek, most would ogle just like the guys. The girls too would lose all concentration and become focused only on Cindy's seductive performance. Even as the girls watched, you could see their own crotches grow wet with desire. I loved to see some cute co-ed, mesmerized by Cindy's tease, grinding her own pussy into a weight bench, soaking the crotch of her own workout shorts.

As much as Cindy liked to tease, she always kept the best for me. Our workouts together were not only peppered with overt sexual demonstrations, but each tease was also its own special perverted ***.

Cindy loved to act as my spotter during my workouts. While spotting she would constantly be testing me. She did her best to distract me and break my concentration. Cindy would be pushing her tits into me as she helped steady the weights. When do incline work, like the bench press, she would be standing above me with her naked pussy literally in my face.

Besides the gym, I also had weights at my apartment. Cindy's carried her sexual teasing and testing me at home our home workouts to the zenith. Cindy demanded that we both work out naked. While I lifted she would relentlessly tease and *** me. She would start out by licking my cock and balls while I struggled to lift my weights. She would establish a rhythm to her blowjob. As I lifted the weight, she would suck my cock deep into her mouth. As I would lower the weight, she would withdraw my cock from her mouth. If she took my balls into her mouth and held them there, I would have to hold the weight static.

Another version was special bench press routine. Cindy would sit astride my erection, taking my cock in and out of her pussy as the weights went up and down. As she slid my cock into her cunt, I would have to push the weight up. When she rose off my cock and let it slip from inside her hot, wet cunt, I could lower the weight. Needless to say, I always wanted to hold the weight high, with her tight hot pussy wrapped around my cock. Cindy would set the tempo. If she fucked me fast, I had to lift fast. If she fucked me slow, I had to lift slowly.

As she sweetly ***d me, I sweated and pumped iron. She would not allow me to get off until I had completed all the sets she had determined that I should lift. If I did cum without her permission or before I finished my reps, I would be punished. Punishment varied just like the rewards.

Sometimes I was punished with more physical workout, like having to do sit ups. Cindy would sit on a stool over my thighs with a rope tied around my balls. She would pull the rope tight, stretching my balls and making me sit up. When I raised myself, I had to stick my tongue out and lick her clit. Up and down, licking her clit until she orgasimed.

Another variation was toe touchers. She would lie on a declined bench with her knees bent and her legs raised. As I touched my toes, I would have to lick her clit. Again, up and down I would sweat and work, as she enjoyed the multiple orgasms that I would have to bring her to.

Cindy loved to *** me. Being very oral, she loved to have me eat her pussy, licking and sucking her clit through multiple orgasms. I, on the other hand, dread those sessions. Inevitably, I ended up sexually frustrated with a raging erection (as she did not allow me to cum) with nothing to show but a very tired tongue and very sore muscles.

If Cindy got her enjoyment from receiving sex during our workouts, she equally enjoyed the pleasure she got in torturing and punishing me for my workout failures. Cindy used punishment as a proverbial "carrot and stick", only in my case that meant a carrot up my ass as she beat that same ass with the stick.

Cindy used punishments primarily to enhance her sexual pleasure. But she also used punishment as a means to (as she put it) teach me to control my orgasms. Cindy believed that since women, especially her, were multi-orgasmic, that she should be served with multiple orgasms. Men on the other hand only too commonly shot their wad early and only once. By denying me an orgasm, Cindy kept me horny and assured herself of repeated climaxes.

I found it hard (literally) to be denied an orgasm, sometimes for days at a time, all the while being teased to a constant state of arousal. However, it was pretty amazing the results of such denial. My cock was always super sensitive and I got constant erections. Just a sensuous kiss, or a covert caress across my groin and I would have an instant erection. Then, when I finally did cum, it felt like my head was being torn off. I would shot jets of cum, like water from a pressure hose. The amount of cum I pumped out was also amazing. When I emptied my ball, I would ejaculate a cup or more.

For Cindy, punishing me included more than satisfying herself and denying me. It also meant true pain...for me. Cindy was an artist when it came to punishing me with pain. As the saying goes, "it hurt so good". Her ***s were delightfully seductive and exquisitely painful. She trained me like a dog, using reward and punishment.

Speaking of my ass, Cindy had a fondness for making my ass the focal point of her punishments. Sometimes she would slap my face, chest, cock or balls as part of her ***s, but usually it was my ass that took the use. Corporal punishment. As she put it "act like an ass and be treated like an ass".

Cindy's often used remedial pushups to punishment my ass. Cindy would call out the cadence, up...down...up...down. On the up command, I pushup and take a blow across my ass. I would then have to say the count of the pushup and then say thank you to Cindy for the spanking. On the down command, I would drop back down to the floor and place my offending cock and balls in a bowl of water and ice cubes. The pushup would continue until my ass was glowing red and my cock and balls were numb with cold

Another ass *** while doing pushup was being fucked in the ass with dildo. Cindy would strap on one of her toy and knell down between my legs. I would have to spread my legs, which made it particularly difficult to do a pushup.

Since it was a punishment, Cindy would make me suck the dildo before fucking my ass. She wouldn't use any lubricant. The only lubricant I got was my own saliva. I always tried to slobber liberally on the latex cock, but often with limited success. Since the punishment followed a failed workout, I was often suffering from cottonmouth. I was always difficult getting the rubber cock wet in the little time that Cindy gave me.

Once Cindy determined that I had enough time wetting her cock, she would have me assume the pushup position. She would then take her cock and work the head into my ass. She would the order me "up", and I would have to raise myself. It required that I push up and back to impale myself on her cock. Failure to rise completely, so as to totally imbed myself on her dildo, would result in a whipping.

The whipping was definitely worse than the spanking. Spanking was done with a paddle, a shoe, a belt, or her hand. Spanking was mild ***, mildly painful. A whipping was a whole different world.

To begin with, a whipping was administered for a second failure, such as a failure during some other punishment. It also meant that Cindy was pissed off. The whipping was just that, the use of a whip or a fiberglass rod or a cane on my bare ass. If a spanking left my ass red and sore, a whipping left my ass with welts and in pure pain. The only good think that I can say about whipping is that it didn't happen very often.

I shouldn't make it sound like my relationship with Cindy was only *** and punishment. Torture and punishment were only part of our kinky sex life. As I have said before, mostly we fucked. We fucked crazy, in every conceivable position and place. And when we fucked, we would talk dirty. It was such a turn on to have this little blonde spinner riding my cock and rattling off profanity and sex talk.

Besides dirty talk, Cindy liked to ask me questions during sex. At first I found this discerning, but after a while it got to be routine. The questions were always about sex or related to sex. Cindy had told me the first time she took me during our session of kinky sex at the lake that she was going to explore my deepest, darkest fantasies. So, during sex, she was constantly probing, learning and discovering my sexual desires. Cindy incorporated teasing and denying me orgasms to elicit my compliance. If I resisted a question, she would just slowly ride my cock, bounced up and down, bringing me close to climax but denying me orgasm. It never failed, eventually I would be telling her whatever she asked and begging her to fuck me, to make me cum!

She delved into my psyche. Cindy questions encompassed dreams to fantasies, fears to phobias, kinky sex, ****** sex, gay sex, bisexuality, multiple partner sex, even sex with naturals. As our relationship progressed, she used her acquired knowledge to probe ever deeper, to manipulate me, to seduce me and to make me into her sexual slave.

The questions, physical manipulations and punishments were only the top of Cindy's iceberg of training. It was about mid-autumn when I experienced the real application of her training and the testing of my s*******s.

Chapter 4: The Tests

That fall, Cindy and I were not living together. I had my own apartment, whereas Cindy shared an apartment with another girl, Marsha. Marsha was the same age as Cindy and somewhat similar in tastes and appearance. Marsha was a slightly taller, about 5'6" and weighted about 115 pounds. Like Cindy, she had shoulder length hair, but reddish brown instead of blonde. Marsha had brown eyes and full pouty lips. Her tits were a nice full 36-C with large dark brown aureoles (as I would learn later).

Earlier, during one of Cindy's sexual interrogations, she had inquired whether I found Marsha attractive. Lost in the throws of sexual bliss, I had answered honestly...yes. Marsha was very attractive and what man wouldn't want to fuck her? Cindy seemed to take this information in stride, and kept riding my cock. Then the questions went on; had I ever thought about fucking Marsha?...would I like a three-way with Marsha and Cindy?...would I like to see Cindy and Marsha having sex? To each of the questions I answer yes, more concerned with the current fucking I was getting from Cindy than my answers.

Anyway, one Friday night several months later, the three of us were at a bar. We had all been takeing, tequila as usual. At one point, Cindy went to the bathroom. While Cindy was gone, Marsha asked me if I wanted to go out to the car and smoke some weed. Never one to turn down a good toke, I followed her out.

As we sat in her car smoking, Marsha was behind the steering wheel and I was in the passenger set. As we passed the joint back and forth, Marsha slid over to sit next to me. She said she couldn't reach me with the joint from behind the wheel. As she leaned into me, the smell of her perfume rose to mix with the smoke that I was inhaling. I passed the joint to her. She laid her head against my shoulder and took a long drag. Her hair felt soft and cool against my neck.

It wasn't long before she turned and kissed me on the side of the neck. I was stoned. I looked back into those big brown eyes and those pouty lips. She smiled. I smiled back. She took a hit and raised her lips to mine. Marsha began to shotgun the smoke into my mouth. I opened my mouth to take in the smoke.

As the smoke passed into my mouth, Marsha followed it with her tongue. She frenched me hard, snaking her tongue deep into my mouth. She took my hand and placed it on her leg, moving it up under her dress. Then she placed her hand firmly onto my cock.

We continued to kiss, sucking each other's tongues. She undid my belt and unzipped my pants. My hand had found its way inside her wet satin panties. She spread her legs and I slid my fingers up into her cunt.

Marsha took my cock and began to slowly stroke it. I was busy running my fingers along her pussy, probing for her clit. When she had my cock was fully erect, Marsha stopped. I began to protest, but she put her finger to my lips and said, "Shhh."

She used both her hands and removed her panties. She balled up the panties and pushed them into my gapping mouth. She put my hand back on her twat and dropped her head down onto my cock. As she sucked my cock, I fingered her clit. She gave great head.

After a few minutes, Marsha raised her head. My cock was slick with her saliva. Looking into my eyes, she smiled and asked if I wanted to fuck her. With her wet panties still stuck in my mouth, I could only nod my head.

Marsha pulled her dress up around her hips and climbed onto my lap. She took my cock and eased the head into her clit. The heat from her cunt enveloped my cock. Slowly, she slid her pussy down onto my erection.

As she rode my cock, she opened the top of her dress. Underneath, Marsha wore a pretty blue front-hook bra. She ripped at the bra clasp and released her bouncing tits into my face. I spit out the panties and began to suck and lick her tits. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth tighter onto her tits.

With her legs splayed, she ground her cunt down against the base of my cock. She rode me with short rapid thrusts, always keeping the mass of my cock deep in her cunt. She threw her head back, moaning and groaning. She was a hot horny fucking piece of ass. After a few more hard thrusts, she clamped her pussy down hard onto my cock and came. She grabbed both sides of my face with her hands and mashed her mouth against mine.

As she kissed me, she sucked my tongue deep into her mouth. It felt like her sucking would tear my tongue from my mouth. As her orgasm subsided, she leaned back and smiled. She began to climb off my still hard erection, dripping her quim onto my pubic hair.

I was aching to cum. My cock throbbed, bouncing up and down with a life of its own. I attempted to hold her down, trying to keep her pussy around my erection. "Hey, I didn't get off yet!" I said.

She just smiled and said, "Later. We have to get back in to Cindy."

She took her panties and wiped the juices and cum from her cunt. Then she took the soiled panties and stuck them in my pocket. "You better get that thing back in your pants," she said with a broad grin on her face. She got out of the car. "See you back inside."

When I got back into the bar, Marsha and Cindy were sitting together at the table. Any worried I had about what had happened seemed for naught. The three of us carried on with takeing and conversation as if nothing had happened. When the bar closed, the three of us went back to Marsha's car and then back to their apartment.

Back at the apartment, we sat on the floor in the living room. We had some beer and loaded the bong. I was feeling good. I had a nice buzz. I was still horny as hell, but I figure in a while Cindy and I would be fucking in her bedroom. Vaguely, the thought of a three-way crossed my mind. I didn't give it too much thought. Like I said, I was stoned.

Suddenly, out-of-the-blue, Cindy asked where Marsha and I had gone to earlier at the bar. Choking on my beer, I struggled to say something. Marsha, on the other hand, blithely replied that we had gone out to get a smoke.

Upon hearing that, Cindy turned to me and said, "Then why are Marsha's panties sticking out of his pant pocket?"

Panic...

I glanced down at my pocket, and sure enough, Marsha's panties were clearly sticking out. I looked up and Cindy was glaring at me. I was at a total loss for words.

The room was silent. I glanced guiltily at Marsha, then back at Cindy. Marsha broke the silence. "He took them from me," she said.

"So, exactly how did he get them from you?" Cindy asked. Marsha hesitated, and then proceeded to tell Cindy how I had powerd myself on her in the car. According to her story, I had virtually torn her panties off as I viciously assaulted the poor girl. Thankfully, liar that she was, she limited my atrocity to only finger fucking her after the assault.

"Give me those panties," Cindy said to me. Meekly, I pulled the wet, soiled panties from my pocket and handed them to her. Cindy stared at the panties. She looked at the wet, cum stained crotch. Holding the cum crusted panties to Marsha's face, she queries, "He only finger fucked you?"

Marsha went pale. Like some school girl caught with her panties down (literally), she wildly looked at me for help.

Fuck you bitch, I thought. You made me out the bad guy, now lets see you get out of this lie. Besides, I thought, what could I say to explain why cum was all over her panties that would not get me in further cuckolds brownie.

I had to give Marsh credit for thinking on her feet. Once she got rolling, the story just evolved. I listened and heard how, after I had torn the panties form Marsha pussy, I had viciously fucked her. Then, after violating her poor helpless cunt, I had grossly used her own panties to cleaned the spent cum from her sodden twat. Finally, keeping the cum soaked panties as some perverted trophy, I had threatened Marsha not to tell Cindy. .

I sat there in stunned, stoned, disbelief. Marsha had completely twisted what had really happened. But, clearly it was too late and would do not good to claim that it had really been Marsha that fucked me!

I looked at Cindy; she was still staring at Marsha's soiled panties. As she gazed at the panties, covered with quim and soaked with Marsha's own pussy juiced, she looked back at Marsha. For a moment, I thought that Cindy might question why Marsha's cunt had so saturated her panties if she had really been powerd to have sex. Weren't the quim and cunt soaked panties a clear sign that Marsha, if not the instigated, had at least been a willing participate.

No such luck. "Take you clothes off," Cindy demanded of me. I just sat there and stared back at her. "TAKE OFF YOUR GOD DAMN CLOTHES OFF YOU FUCKING BASTARD," she shouted.

I recognized that tone in her voice. I meekly took off my shirt and pants.

"I said take off your clothes, and that means all of them god damn you!" As Cindy said this she got up off the floor. Quickly I took of my briefs. Naked and confused, I just stood there.

"Get over there and bend over that foot stool," Cindy said. Meekly, and feeling totally humiliated, I began to move over to the footstool. "Crawl bitch! NOW!" Cindy's tone was vicious. As I dropped to the floor and began to crawl, I glanced at Marsha. She was watching me with a mix of lust and amusement on her face.

As I lay over the footstool, Cindy kicked my legs apart. "Don't you fucking dare to move bitch," she ordered. With a final glare at me, Cindy left the room.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I whispered to Marsha. "Tell her the truth," I pleaded.

Before Marsha could answer, Cindy came back into the room. In her hand was her leather whip. "Did I tell you that you could talk you fucking cheating slut? Don't you even dare look at me you goddamn bitch. Get your fucking eyes back to the carpet," Cindy hissed.

I knew I was in deep cuckolds brownie. "Spread you legs wider, bitch." As Cindy said this, she kicked me in the ass. I moved my knees as far apart as I could. My cock and balls hung precariously exposed between my legs.

Cindy lashed out with the whip and landed a stinging blow on my bare ass. She paused and kicked me in the balls. "What do you say bitch?" she demanded.

The events leading up to my dilemma had put me in a daze. I wasn't thinking clearly and it took a moment to comprehend her meaning. As realization set in, I responded, "One Mistress, thank you."

"Thank me? You fucking cheating piece of cuckolds brownie. You fuck my roommate and then have the balls to tell me thank you? You fucking Slut! I'll teach you what balls are for." With those words, Cindy swung the whip viciously down on my exposed ball. A shot of pure fire was sent through my testicles. I cried out and attempted to close my legs.

Cindy lashed the whip across my ass. "YOU FUCKING SLUT, DON'T YOU DARE CLOSE YOU FUCKING LEG! GOD DAMN YOU, SPREAD YOU LEGS!" She continued beating my ass until I powerd my legs back apart.

Struggling to endure pain, I attempted to plea for mercy. As I tried to speak, Cindy yelled, "SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH! You have nothing to say that I want to hear!"

In spite of pain in my ass and balls, I now had a raging erection. Perhaps it was being naked in front of two beautiful women, perhaps it was my perverse kinky addiction to use and pain, or perhaps it was all the previous training and punishment from Cindy that had conditioned me to have an erection. Whatever the reamister, each blow only caused my cock to grow and get harder. With each stoke of the whip on my ass, my cock throbbed and twitched.

Then as quickly as it had began, the whipping stopped. With my face firmly planted toward the carpet, I hear Cindy say, "Now you get your clothes off." I peeked around to see Cindy addressing Marsha.

"What? Why me? What did I do?" Marsha replied with a broken voice.

"You don't think I know your part in this? Your panties don't lie. This crotch is soaked with your pussy juices. Pussies don't soak panties unless they want to get fucked!" Saying this to Marsha, Cindy swung the whip around. The flashing leather cracked in the air in front of her face.

I watched as Marsha took off her dress. She discarded her dress and stood there clad only in her lacey bra. Looking at her shaved pussy, I could clearly see her naked exposed vulva. Her cunt was shiny wet, her pussy juices dripping down her thighs. She was breathing shallow and shaking slightly.

"I said undress. Do I have to explain to you like I did to him?" As Cindy said this she brought the whip down hard across Marsha right thigh. A wide red welt appeared beneath the lash.

Marsha reached up between her cleavage and undid her front hook bra. Her round, fleshy 36-C tits sprang out of the cups. The nipples on her dark aureoles were rigid and contrasted with the white orbs of her breast. The nipples were long and pointed, making her aureoles appear even larger.

"Here take this and whip his ass," Cindy said as she handed Marsha the whip. Marsha reached out and took the whip from Cindy, and then she looked at me. I could see the smile grow on her face as she licked lips and hefted the leather in her hand.

Marsha stepped behind me and, without further instruction from Cindy, began to whip my ass. As she whipped me, Marsha moved her blows up and down my body. Soon, not only was my ass covered with sweltering red welts, but so also were the backs of my legs and lower back.

As the pain grew, I began to whimper and cry. My obvious pain only seemed to excite Marsha even more.

"Shut up Slut and take you medicine." As Cindy said this, she began to remove her clothes. Furtively, I watched as her dress fell to the floor. Matching white satin and lace panties and bra followed. Cindy took her panties, now like Marsha's soaked and soiled with slick wet pussy juices. "Since you like panties, maybe these will keep you shut up," with that Cindy pushed her sodden panties deep into my mouth.

Racked and twisted, I gazed with painful lust at Cindy's beautiful body. I was mesmerized. My eyes moved down her body. Her long blonde hair was tossed and thrown across her high firm 34-D tits. Her breast heaved as she moved, the coral pink aureoles and nipples protruding from the firm white flesh. The tan lines her bikini had left on her hard body highlighted her tits. Her stomach was flat and tight, transcending to her shapely curved hips. She was wide between the legs, which highlighted the tightly swollen lips of her shaved twat. Her cunt lips were also shiny and wet, coated with a sheen of glistening quim. Her ass was as white as her tits, contrasting with her tan legs and back, heart shaped and firm. Her legs were long and defined. Her feet were tiny, with bright red nail polish.

As I took this vision of lusty loveliness in, Cindy instructed Marsha to stop her whipping. She then told Marsha to go get the toys.

As I lie there in my pain filled sexual haze, I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Something seemed very wrong.

With Marsha out of the room, Cindy took over the whipping. Slowly and deliberately, she worked the leather over my body. As she whipped me, she began to ask me questions.

Its called The Pavlovian Effect. Preconditioned to respond to stimulus. Pain and pleasure...it was a blurred line. All I knew was my training by Cindy. She asked a question and I answered it.

Slash, the whip cut across my ass. Had I fucked Marsha?

Slash, the whip cut across my thighs. Had I enjoyed fucking Marsha?

Slash, the whip reached down between my legs and flicked against my exposed erect cock. Had I eaten her pussy?

The whipping moved up across my back. Had I kissed Marsha? Did she kiss me?

By the time our game of twenty questions had ended, Marsha returned with Cindy's toy box. Marsha she placed it at on the couch. Marsha looked at my red, swollen, welt-covered body. She gazed hungrily at my sweat covered scrotum and my rigid twitching erection.

Cindy told Marsha to sit on the couch. As Marsha nestled down, Cindy told her to put her heels up on the edge of the couch and spread her legs.

"Look at her you bitch," Cindy said to me. "Is that the cunt you fucked? You fucking pig bastard. Is that the fucking cunt you used?" When I didn't answer immediately, Cindy grabbed my hair and powerd my face around to see Marsha.

Marsha was sitting on the couch with her ass near the cushions edge. Her knees were spread wide and her cunt was thrust forward. She had a nice pussy, although not as nice as Cindy's. She was not as wide between the legs as Cindy, and her cunt was more brownish than pink. Her labia stuck slightly out from her vulva. Marsha's cunt was shiny with pussy juice and smeared with whitish quim that oozed from her snatch. The thick milky mixture dripped from her cunt and ran down to toward the crack of her ass.

"Well your fucking days are over you piece of cuckolds brownie! Look at that cunt and remember it as your last fuck, you worthless bitch Slut!" Cindy twisted her grip in my hair and shook my head back and forth as she berated me. "All your good for is eating cuckolds brownie, you god damn letch. So eat cuckolds brownie," with that, said, Cindy have me over to the couch.

Cindy jammed my face into Marsha's crotch. "Eat her Slut!" Cindy growled. I began by lapping at her cunt with my tongue, like a dog takeing from a water bowl. Sticking my tongue out, I licked up all the pussy juices from vulva. Then I pressed my tongue deeper into her labia. The thick gooie mixture coated my tongue. I swallowed as she began to pump more of the sticky mess into my mouth. I lapped and drank until I had cleaned her cunt. Then I moved down her slit and began licking the ebbing flow of quim as it oozed into her ass crack.

"Good slut. Lick her cunt like I've taught you." As Cindy talked to me, I could note the pleasure in her voice. Cindy was taking pleasure in showing of my performance to Marsha, like the owner of a well-trained dog.

Marsha was equally enjoying herself. Her head was thrown back on the couch, her long hair cascading around her shoulders. She had raised her ass off the couch, grinding her cunt into my face, providing better access for my tongue into her. She was uttering throaty moans and groans as I ate her cunt and licked her ass.

Once I had cleaned all the quim that I could find, I moved back to her snatch and found her clit. I began to suck it into my mouth and nibble on it with my teeth. Then taking the little nub in between my lips, I gently rolled it back and forth. As I sucked on it with my lips, I flicked the tip of my tongue against it.

I could feel her orgasm building. Marsha was thrusting her cunt into my face with an ever-increasing tempo. She had closed her legs around my ears. Her hands were on the back of my head, pulling my face deeper into her pussy.

Taking her clit between my teeth, I gently bit down on it. Then, using my tongue like a tiny cock, I plunged it as deep into her cunt as I could. Marsha came.... and came.

In my time, I had eaten a lot of pussy, but I had never had a girl cum as much as Marsha did. At the start of her orgasm, she had literally squirted her quim out of her cunt. The gush shot past my lips and deep into my throat.

Her cunt pumped and pumped quim into my mouth. I struggled to take it all. Marsha had me clamped tightly between her legs, such than my nose was jammed against her twat. With my nose blocked and my throat filled with quim, I was having difficult time breathing.

I swallowed as fast as I could, but it wasn't fast enough. Marsha's cum filled my mouth and overflowed. It ran down my chin and across my chest. I tried to move back so that I could breath, but Marsha just grabbed my hair and pulled my face tighter into her cunt.

Even as I attempted to pull back and as Marsha pulled me tighter, Cindy began to whip my ass. "How dare you slut! You never stop eating cunt until your told! You fucking slut, you'll pay for that!" There was a snarl in Cindy's voice as she said that, a snarl of sexual desire, dominance, and sadistic cruelty.

As the whip lashed back and forth across my ass and legs, I pushed my face hard against Marsha's cunt. It was clear that I was not going to get any air until I sucked her cunt dry. The only relief that I had were a few gulps mouthfuls of air that I swallowed along with all her cum.

Marsha's climax seemed like it would never end, but finally the flow from her cunt ebbed. Her grip on my head relaxed and her legs eased their pressure on my ears. "Fuck that was good," Marsha said. She raised my face and looking into my eyes. Smiling, she said, "When Cindy told me what a good little cunt slut you were, I had to see for myself."

Perhaps it was the buzz wearing off...or maybe it was that swallowing all that cunt cum had cleared my head, but the light bulb finally went off. Cindy had told Marsha about me eating her cunt? And Marsha had known what Cindy meant by "get the toys" earlier that night. Further, Marsha had known exactly where to find our sex toys.

I looked back at Cindy and she was grinning ear to ear. "You didn't really think that my roommate, my friend would cheat on me and fuck you, did you? She was testing you." Cindy said with a tight smile.

Grapping me by the hair, Cindy have me back to the footstool. Throwing me stomach down on over the footstool, Cindy reached between my legs and grabbed my balls. Giving them a yank, she hauled my ass up in the air. "You failed the test!" she shouted. "You may have admitted that you wanted to fuck Marsha during our little question and answer session, but the only sex you get is with my permission! I don't give a rat's ass what your fucking excuse is you're my fucking bitch! You failed the fucking test!"

Saying that, Cindy pulled a chair up in front of my face. She sat down and pushed her pussy up against my nose. Her pussy was dripping wet. As she wedged her labia around my nose, her juices ran down my face and into my mouth. As she had been taught so well, I immediately began to suck and swallow her pussy juices.

"Do you still want to fuck her?" Cindy asked. Rocking her ass up and down, she powerd her clit against the bridge of my nose. My cock had been either erect or semi-erect ever since Marsha's cock teasing in the car. Now, after several hours of *** and eating cunt, it felt like my cock was ready to explode. I was so horny that I would have fucked a lame sheep. With naught a pause, I answered, "yes."

"Good, then you can show me how much you want to fuck her by eating my pussy," Cindy chuckled. She pushed her ass further forward in the chair and raised her legs up onto my shoulders.

The sweet heady smell of Cindy's cunt filled my head. I began to lap and suck her pussy like a hungry dog. In no time, I was rewarded with the familiar tangy flavor of her cunt, as she began to ejaculate into my mouth.

Cindy was wide between the legs, which made it easy for me to wrap my mouth around her twat. With my lips tightly suctioned down on her labia, I concentrated on sucking her entire cunt into my mouth. Like a vacuum cleaner, I sucked her creamy quim down my throat.

"Oh baby, you are such a good pussy eater...my little pussy bitch. Oh yes, eat me Slut, eat me." Saying this, Cindy ground her cunt harder into my face. Cindy looked at Marsha and nodded. Marsha understood the unspoken command. With a big smile upon her face, Marsha got up and began to rummage through the toy box. A few moments later, she moved behind me.

"Oh yes Slut, you do want to fuck with Marsha don't you?" Cindy said with a moan. Struggling to keep my mouth firmly on Cindy's twat, I nodded my head up and down as I continued to eat her cunt. "Good, the you filthy fucking Slut. You asked so nice that I'm going to let you two fuck," she said.

I felt Marsha kneeling between my legs. Then I felt the cold head of a latex dildo being pushed into the entrance to my ass. The Vaseline was cold, as Marsha began to ram the big cock into my ass. "Aarrrrhhh...." was my muffled cry as her cock tore into my ass.

Cindy continued to **** my mouth with her cunt as Marsha began to **** my ass with her rubber cock. "I said that I was going to let you two fuck. I didn't say who was going to get to fuck whom! Cindy laughed as she said this and slammed her pussy hard into my mouth. "Eat me you pussy bitch, eat me!" she said pulsed her cunt up and down on my face.

I was a human fuck machine. With each thrust of Marsha's cock, my mouth was driven against Cindy's cunt. With each thrust of Cindy's cunt, Marsha's dildo was driven deeper into my ass.

"You also said you wanted a three-way, well now you're getting one," Cindy's breathing was becoming labored as she said this. "Now you know how a girl feels when she's fucked from both ends, bitch."

Marsha had chosen her favorite cock from the toy box. The cock was a flesh colored double-headed cock, 24-inches long and 6-inches in circumference. Each of the cock's heads had a series of raised ridges and spikes.

Marsha had mounted the double-headed cock in her harness so that only about 8-inches of the cock was in her pussy. The 16-inches of the dildo that stuck out of her cunt was being rammed into my ass. This ass fucking was surpassing any of the previous ass fucking that Cindy had given me. Not only were the vicious ridges and spikes tearing in and out of my ass, but also the incredible length of the cock in my ass was almost unbearable. The cock was so long that I could feel it being driven into me, passing up through my ass and penetrating into my colon. Waves of pain washed my body and I felt that I was going to pass out.

Cindy noted that my face had gone ashen and that I had grown slack on her cunt. "What's wrong bitch, you some kind of pussy? We know you're no virgin." When I was slow to answer her, Cindy grabbed my hair and slapped by face. First with a forehand across my left cheek and then with an equally hard backhand across the right. Blood rushed back into my head. I still felt very light headed, but I no longer felt as if I would pass out. "Better take it easy on Slut, Marsha. Seems her tiny little twat can't handle that sausage you call a cock." As Cindy said this to Marsha she continued to look me in the face. Judging that I was lucid again, she powerd my mouth back onto her cunt.

Marsha slowed her ravaging assault on my ass and continued to fuck me in long, slow strokes. She would drive the massive slab of latex all the way into my guts, grinding the metal ring of the dildo harness against my anal orifice. The she would slowly pull the snake out of me, until the ridges and spiked were visible. Then she would slam those awful protrusions back through my tight sphincter, tearing the tender stretched muscles. Once the ridges and spikes at the head of the cock had penetrated me again, she would agonizingly power the 16-inches of cold rubber cock back into me until she had plunged the head back deep into my guts.

As Marsha fucked me she taunted me, "Remember how you told Cindy you like to "power fuck" a girl? How you like to "bottom out" in her pussy? How you like to watch her suffer and hear her beg? Well, am I bottoming out in your cunt bitch? I don't hear you begging yet Slut!"

God, I was being fucked to death. I certainly could empathize with all those poor cunts that I had so viciously fucked. Was this really what it felt like when my cock had been pounded into their cervix?

She wanted me to beg? You bet I would beg. I would do anything if she would only stop. As I attempted to say something, Cindy sensed it. Rather than allowing me to talk, she ground her pussy into my mouth, saying, "What's wrong Slut? You don't want to eat my cunt? Fuck you! I didn't tell you to stop. Eat me bitch!" Cindy clamped her thighs against my head and dug her heals into my ribs. "FUCK HIM MARSHA, FUCK THE BITCH!"

Marsha increased her tempo in response to Cindy's command. Now the fucking I was getting was not a series of long slow and rhythmic fucks. Now the long thick rubber rope was being driven into my colon in a rapid series of pistoning slams. The evil twisted spikes on the cock's head were now ripping into the tender lining of my guts.

"Remember when you begged me to keep on fucking you in the car? Beg me to keep on fucking you now! Beg me Slut! BEG ME! Marsha said this and rose to stand on the balls of her feet. She had been struggling earlier to drive the 16-inches of the cock back in my ass after pulling it all the way out to the head. But now, keeping the bulk of the 16-inch cock buried in my ass and using shorter strokes she was really able to put her entire weight and body into her hard thrusting fucks.

On the other end, Cindy pulled up hard on my head, powering me keep my mouth on her cunt and take her quim. Swallowing rapidly, I whimpered and groaned. As badly as I was being used, my cock was rock hard. It never felt so long...so hard. It twitched and pulsed with a life of its own. The shaft was a deep shade of purple, with a twisted mass of knotted red vessels contorted down its length. The mushroom shaped head was turgid and looking like some randy prehistoric monster. Pre-cum oozed from the slit, coating the shaft, matting my pubic hair, and dripping over my scrotum. I had never been so fucking horny...so fucking used...so fucking used...SO FUCKING HORNY!

"MMMMmmmm..." was all I could mumble. But, these women were no fools. I may not have been able to verbally beg, but my body was very plainly begging. I was sucking, licking and eating Cindy's cunt with all my being. My ass was bouncing up and down, meeting every fucking stoke of Marsha's thick long cock like the slut I was. FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME, FFFUUUCCCKKK ME! my mind screamed.

Cindy came first. Covered with sweat and fucking my face with her twat, her translucent crème pumped out of her pussy. The sweet tart quim filled my mouth, drenched my throat and ran down my face. I sucked...I lapped...I swallowed. She came again, and I continued to swallow her. I concentrated on her clit. She came again. I moved my mouth down to the bottom of her cunt, to the crack of her ass, sucking in the final faint traces of her cum.

Marsha's orgasm came upon Cindy's second climax. Driving the 16-inch cock down into me, she sent her ejaculated streaming out of her cunt along the rubber cock. As before, the quantity of her cum was copious. It coated my ass, running down the backs of my legs, down my balls, and pooling on the footstool. She rode her climax in a series of small bouncing thrust of the cock, grinding her clit down upon its shaft.

Cindy pushed me away from her cunt with a grinning satisfied visage. Marsha was collapsed on top of me, her long rubber cock still buried deep in my ass. She gave a grunt of satisfaction and stood up. Marsha unstrapped the harness from around her waist and pulled the dildo out of her cunt. She left the rubber monster buried in my ass, sticking out of me like some perverse anal erection.

I should have felt drained, but I only needed to cum. My cock literally hurt. Cindy asked me if I had enough fucking. I hesitated. How to answer? Oh god, yes I wanted...needed to fuck...but "fucking" could just mean getting my ass fucked some more. Thinking...then I had the answer..."I'm ready to cum. Please let me cum"

"That's not what I asked you, Slut." Cindy's voice dropped an octave as she said this. "You just never seem to learn. Can't you answer a simple question?"

Shit...I thought...Fuck...I couldn't fool her.

"Yes Mistress, oh god, please YES!"

Cindy sat there grinning at me. "Yes what?"

"Yes, I want to fuck," I replied in a quiet meek voice.

"Should we let him fuck?" Cindy asked Marsha.

There was silence. I dare not look away from Cindy's gaze. "I don't think so. I already fucked him and he should have been satisfied by that," Marsha said to Cindy. Then address me, she said "Didn't you enjoy fucking me? Wasn't my cock good enough for you?"

I was trapped. I couldn't say yes...I couldn't say no. I knelt there in silence. "Cunt got your tongue?" Marsha asked. Still I didn't answer. Marsha grabbed the long rubber cock and tore it from my ass. "If you have nothing to say, maybe you had better just suck on this," as Marsha said this, she tossed the latex cock to Cindy.

The long cock was covered with cuckolds brownie and slim from my ass. Cindy held the cock by the end that had been in Marsha's cunt. She looked at me and smiled that evil smile. She brought the cock to my mouth. I knew better than to hesitate. I open my mouth to take the filth cock.

"Good boy. Finally past a test." Still smiling, Cindy reversed the rubber cock and put the end from Marsha cunt into my mouth.

I struggled to hold the cock in my mouth. Although I had taken as much of the cock into my mouth as I could, I only had about 6-inches. Even at that, my gag reflexes were fighting me.

I must have looked a total mess. A long, thick cuckolds brownie covered cock was hanging down my chest. I was covered with sweat, pussy juice and quim. My checks were puckered in, as I sucked the cock in my mouth, slightly gagging and trying not to retch.

"He's such a fucking Slut. He's never satisfied. Here I let him eat two pussies, fuck another and he still wants to fuck some more." The evil grin was on Cindy's face as she said this. "Beg, Slut. Beg Marsha and convince her to change her mind. Come on bitch, beg.."

I turned to Marsha. She stood tall above me, her long hair sweat matted around her shoulders. Her round 36-C tits swayed as she moved her legs apart. I looked up at her cunt. The labia was pulled ragged from her vulva, distended by the 8-inches of rubber cock that had so recently filled her cunt. Her cunt and legs were coated with a mix of her sweat, pussy juice and cum. I took the hint. I eased between her outspread thighs. I gently kissed the raw labia. I softly ran my tongue up and down her twat. I licked from the anus to her clit. Over and over, gently...softly...kissing and licking.

She sighed. Her hips moved forward and Marsha leaned into me. She relaxed.

Good, I thought. I was winning her over. I used my tongue to reach in between the labia, probing into her cunt. She began to breath more rapidly, and reached behind my head. I pressed my mouth further into her cunt....

Then, she pissed on me. My first Golden Shower. In total surprise, as her urine shot into my mouth, I attempted to pull away. Marsha held tight to my head. "FUCKING SLUT. DON'T GOD DAMN MORE, BITCH!"

The best I could do was close my mouth. She pissed all over my face. The warm sour piss running all down my body, I obediently knelt there.

When she was done, she stepped back. I was totally humiliated. Marsha and Cindy broke into laughter. I glanced up. Marsha was laughing so hard that tears were running down her face. From behind me, I heard Cindy say, "Well, I guess actions speak louder than words."

Marsha kicked my back onto the floor. "No suckee...No fuckee, boy san. You were supposed to take that asshole. Strike three, you're out." Marsha was still laughing so hard, she had difficulty speaking.

"You can clean this mess up tomorrow, Slut." Cindy got up from the couch and moved to the toy box as she addressed me. She reached into the toy box and took out the cock harness, a waistband with wrist cuffs, and a set of spring clips. She came over and grabbed me by the hair and began to lead me to the bathroom. Crawling behind her, I saw Marsha taking a large black butt plug from the toy box.

Cindy put me in the shower and turned on the cold water. The freezing water stung on my raw skin. Slowly my erection began to shrink. Cindy watched and when I was semi-flaccid, she shut the water off. She took a towel and dried me off. I stood very still.

Once I was dry, Cindy took the cock harness and put it on. Three steel rings, each smaller than the one before it, encased the shaft of my penis. A leather strap went around the base of the scrotum and was snapped in place. A second leather strap came up between my balls, splitting them in two. Finally, a wide leather band was snapped around the testicles, stretching and pulling them down from my crotch.

Cindy strapped the leather waist belt around me and locked my wrist into the two cuffs. She then took the two spring clips. Bending over, she sucked on my nipples until they were erect. When pointed out hard and long from my tits, she clamped a clip on each nipple.

Cindy's sucking on my nipples had started my cock to respond. As my cock began to fill with red, the three metal rings cut into its erection. Regardless of how my cock swelled and throbbed, I would have no further erection that night.

The nipple clips bit cruely into my flesh. The red was soon powerd out of my nipples, only to be replaced by a biting pain. Checking that all the *** devices were securely in place, Cindy stepped back to admire her Slut.

The two shiny metal spring clips hung down from my nipples. My semi-erect cock was contorted in its maze of steel and leather. My hands were cuffed to my waist, at my side. I could walk and talk, but that was all.

"Good Slut. Time for bed," Cindy said. She reached out and slapped by throbbing cock, smiling as I reacted, flinching back and raising my leg to protect my exposed penis.

Marsha had entered the bathroom and stood behind Cindy. "It looks like you will need these too," she said. As Cindy turned, Marsha handed her a ball gag and the large black butt plug. Cindy smiled, and said "Your pleasure, roomy!" Cindy stepped aside and Marsha moved forward.

Marsha took the ball gag and lifted it to my mouth. "Open." She pushed the gag into my open mouth and strapped it firmly in place. "Turn around and bend over," she said.

As I turned and bent, Marsha pushed the huge anal plug into my ass. My asshole was raw, but thankfully also somewhat loosened from the ravage **** it had suffered. I could only grunt and gag into the ball as she twisted the monster into my ass.

Once the black beast was past my sphincter, my ass closed tight around the butt plug's base. I stood there, bound and gagged...totally at their mercy (as if they had any)... totally humiliated...totally turned on. My cock was swollen and straining at the three metal rings that held it hostage. Between each ring, my cock swelled purple and veined. My balls were equally swollen and purple, each clamped tightly by the leather that bound them. The pain in my cock almost made me want to scream.

Marsha reached down and took the drop of cum that had squeezed out of the slit on my cock, on her finger. She took the finger and stuck it up my nose. My senses were suddenly filled with the smell of my own semen.

"Time for bed, I said, Slut." Saying this, Cindy took me by the waist belt and led me to her bedroom.

"Spend the night with me roomy?" Cindy said to Marsha.

"Certainly Mistress," Marsha replied.

Cindy shoved me onto a dog blanket at the end of her bed. She and Marsha climbed into the bed and turned off the lights.

As I drifted off to relax, my body twisted and writhing in pain, I could hear the soft sounds of kissing and caresses coming from the darkened bed above me.

Tests were a bitch...

Chapter 5: The Maid

I awoke to the sounds of lovemaking. I tried to move and then realized that I was bound and gagged at the foot of Cindy's bed. I hurt all over. My ass, back and legs were red and raw with welt and bruises. My ass and sphincter were so torn, that it hurt just to move. The huge butt plug that was wedged into my ass did little to ease that pain. The 12-inch girth of the plug that stretched my ass felt terribly. If not for the smaller diameter at the lower end of the pear-shaped intruder and its large round base, I would have attempted to cuckolds brownie it out!

My throat was dry. I coughed, or tried to, but the rubber ball gag strapped in my mouth resulted in a half-retching from my throat. I tried to sit up, but with my hands cuffed to my waist and I had to roll over instead.

I lay on my side listening to the moans and groans coming from the bed above me. It was obvious that Marsha and Cindy were having an early morning tryst. I rolled on to my ass and leaned against the bed. The 8-inch long anal plug pushed farther into my tender ass. I felt again the pain deep in my colon, where Marsha had fucked me with her 24-inch, double-headed cock. The pain caused me to double over.

Apparently, my movements on the dog blanket at the foot of the bed caught the attention of the two horny girls. Cindy looked down at my disheveled appearance. "Slut, did we wake you up?" she said with her wicked grin.

Marsha took a different tone. "What the fuck are you doing down there bitch? Can't you tell that we're busy up here?"

I stared at the two girls. They lay naked on top of the tussled sheets. Cindy's long blonde hair was cascaded around her shoulders. Her face was flushed, traces of a reddish hue spread all the way down to her pert high 34-D breasts. Her breathing was rapid and her firm large breast rose and fell on her tiny 110-pound frame. Her legs were slightly spread, and I could clearly see the shiny lips of her shaved pussy.

Marsha's right hand was wedged between Cindy's legs and her fingers were stuck in Cindy's cunt. Marsha's fingers were curled upward, obviously frigging Cindy's clit. Marsha's long brown hair hung loosely around her oval face. Her large round 36-C tits rested against Cindy's stomach. Her large brown aureoles and long hard nipples contrasted with the white flesh of her tits.

Marsha went back to kissing Cindy's breasts. Her full pouty lips took Cindy's round coral shaped aureoles into her mouth. As she kissed and suck upon Cindy's tits, she continued to finger fuck her clit.

Cindy moaned and spread her legs. Cindy was nice and wide between her legs to begin with, so the additional width allowed Marsha to now get three of her fingers into Cindy's cunt. As Marsha continued to fuck Cindy, I could see her pussy juices running down Marsha's hand.

Cindy rolled onto her back and Marsha pushed her up. With her knees bent and her legs splayed, Cindy's cunt gave total access to Marsha's hand. Taking full advantage of her position, Marsha began to insert all her fingers into Cindy's snatch.

As Marsha pushed her hand into Cindy's cunt, she twisted it back and forth. Cindy's pussy juices ran freely, coating Marsha's hand thoroughly. Soon, Marsha had her hand into Cindy's tiny pussy up to her knuckles. I had never seen Cindy's pussy so stretched and distended. Certainly, when Cindy was being fucked with my 8-inch diameter cock she must have been very similarly stretched. But, at those times, with my 10-inch cock deep inside her, I was not in a position to have such a view.

Cindy was moaning, groaning and mumbling to Marsha. From my position at the foot of the bed, I could make out some of her words. Cindy was begging Marsha to fuck her harder, to stick her hand into her cunt, and to make her cum.

Marsha had a sadistic smile on her face. She knew that her while her whole hand was being jammed into Cindy's tight cunt, it must have been hurting her. But, she also knew that while Cindy continued to beg to cum that she could use her poor pussy any what she wanted.

Marsha seemed to sense that Cindy's climax was close. She increased the pace at which she was slamming her fingers into her cunt. Marsha's tit sucking changed to biting. I could see her lips pull back and watched as her teeth bit into my lover's hard little nipples. I winced at the sight, but part of my discomfort was more than empathy. My poor ***d nipples were still clamped in the metal spring clips that Cindy had placed on them last night.

Cindy screamed and attempted to grab Marsha's head. Marsha used her position and slightly larger body to power Cindy flat onto her back. With what appeared to me vicious delight, Marsha twisted and ground her hand into Cindy's cunt. I watched as Cindy came and Marsha's knuckles slide into her cunt.

With her full hand in Cindy's terrible stretched pussy, Marsha released her teeth from Cindy's left breast and moved to kiss her. Marsha round full pouty lips covered Cindy's smaller mouth. Her tongue snaked into Cindy's, lashing and fighting with Cindy's own tongue.

Cindy's milky white, translucent cum now coated Marsha wrist and forearm. Her quim ran down Marsha's arm and formed a large wet spot on the bed. As her climax subsided, Marsha pulled her hand from Cindy's cunt. I watched enviously, as Marsha extended her hand to Cindy and as Cindy licked her own cum from the offered appendage.

I gazed at Cindy's red, used twat. Her labia, normally tucked so tightly in behind her vulva, were distended and raw. Swollen with red and coated with cum, her cunt continued to ooze her sticky sweet quim. I drooled behind my ball gag.

My cock, having suffered a night of *** and no sexual release, had quickly grown erect...or at least as erect as it could. My cock was bound in its harness, the shaft wedged through a series of three small metal rings, my balls split and stretched by two leather bands.

The pain in my cock replaced the pain in my ass from the huge rubber butt plug. The metal rings punished any attempt at an erection. My shaft was cut by the rings, with the intervening sections swollen purple and coursed with throbbing red vessels. Each metal ring was smaller than the one below it. As a result, the mushroom head of my cock was engorged to the point where one could not even see the ring that bound it.

During the previous evening, my cock had fucked a pussy, been beaten, masturbated and used...but it had not been allowed to cum. Now, badly engorged with red and painfully restrained by the harness, cum dribred from it's slit.

I didn't realize that I was moaning and drooling with lust. Nor, did I realize that I was thrusting my ass back and forth, attempting to drive the huge anal plug against my prostrate. Apparently, my noise did not go unnoticed by the girls.

Cindy looked at my engorged cock and watched as the drool ran down my chin. "Looks like little miss Slut needs some release," she said. Marsha, taking in my grievous appearance, simply laughed.

The girls got up and we all went to the shower. As the two girls worked to free me from my bondage, they used every opportunity to rub and grind their naked bodies into my bruised flesh. When the ball gag was removed, I struggled to ease the pain in my jaw. When the spring clips were removed from my nipples, the red rushed back into them. The pain in my nipples was indescribable. I uttered a high-pitched "AAAaaahhh". Marsha responded with a hard slap across my ass, "Be a man bitch."

Cindy looked as if she were about to say something, but then didn't. Marsha reached to remove the cock harness, but Cindy intervened. "Mine," she said to Marsha. With a shrug, Marsha moved to unbuckle the waist belt and wrist cuffs.

Cindy moved more gently, slowly releasing the leather straps that bound my cock. As the harness came of, it left deep impressions on my poor inflamed penis. Grooves were left below the head and on the shaft where the metal rings had embedded in the tormented flesh. When she released the bands from around my distended testicles, they shriveled and withdrew into my savaged scrotum. Even as the pain washed through my cock and balls, as the red rushed back into the organs, Cindy's soft touch brought an instant erection to my cock.

Smiling up at me, Cindy then gently bent me over at the waist and began to take the massive butt plug from my ass. My ass was extremely sore from the hard abusive fucking Marsha had given me last night. Pull as she might, Cindy could not get my raw sphincter to release its grip on the huge piece of rubber. She resorted to twisting and turning the big anal plug, as if she were unscrewing it. As Cindy worked to remove the intruder, I bit down on my lip and struggled not to cry out. Inch by inch, my sphincter was torn back as the 12-inch diameter black monster was screwed out of my ass. Once the widest part of the butt plug powerd its way out past the sphincter, the remaining tapered portion of the plug popped free. Cindy dropped it in the tub. Remnants of excrement and Vaseline covered the big black monster. A similar mess of the slick discolored fluid ran freely down my legs.

Turning on a torrent of hot water, Cindy pushed me to my knees. She stood above me and spread her legs and extended her red, swollen pussy to my face. I leaned in gently and began to softly kiss and lick her cunt. As the water ran down her body, it washed across my face.

With my mouth cupped around her cunt, I licked and swallowed the remnants of her sweet quim. I used my tongue to lick her clean, between the inner and outer lips, then along her entire slit. I could tell that her cunt was tender, as she pulsed her hips toward me and softly moaned. By the time I reached her clit, and began my ministration, she rewarded my efforts with an orgasm. New, fresh quim flooded into my mouth. I drank greedily, sucking and swallowing the sweet warm cum.

Marsha watched as I finished Cindy. Then she grabbed me roughly by the hair and have me back in between her legs. "My turn Slut," she said to me. With her back to the shower wall, she raised on leg onto the edge of the tub. Roughly, she powerd my face onto her cunt.

Marsha's cunt was a shade or two darker in color than Cindy's. The space between her legs was also narrower than Cindy's, so by raising her leg Marsha allowed me better access to her pussy. Marsha's cunt was caked with dried cum. Apparently, Cindy had brought her to an orgasm before receiving her own.

Responding to the rough treatment from Marsha, I roughly began to mouth her cunt. A sharp slap across my face was followed by her order to "Be gentle you fucking bitch". With that rebuke, I softened my approach and administered to her snatch in a manner such as I had Cindy's cunt.

Marsha's labia protruded slightly from between her vulva. As a result, I more easily slip my tongue between her folds. She used her grip on my head to direct my tongue, moving my mouth up and down the length of her cunt. I stuck my tongue into her, licking her twat from the crack of her ass to the clit. Each long lapping motion of my tongue brought her closer to an orgasm.

When she came, Marsha ejaculated volumes of her milky white quim. As she came in my mouth, I struggled to swallow all the warm tart fluid. Sensing my dilemma, Marsha used both hand to power my mouth tightly against her cunt.

As Marsha's copious quantities of cum ebbed, I began to ease back from her cunt. With a growl, Marsha held tightly to my head and ground my mouth against her twat. As she continued to thrust her hips into my face, I could taste a change in her pussy.

Shit...she was doing it again to me. I knew from last night, that I had better not move my head or close my mouth. With a grunt, and then a sigh of contentment, Marsha began to piss in my mouth.

I could not take her piss. Try as I might, I could simply not degrade myself to that degree. Instead, I kept my mouth open and let the hot, sour fluid course through my mouth and down my chest. Mixed with the warm shower water, the urine escaping my mouth was camouflaged. With her head arched back, Marsha was unaware of my ploy.

When Marsha was done, she released my head. I dropped my face and let the remaining piss dribble out of my mouth. "Good little Slut. I'll make a Golden Shower bitch out of you yet," Marsha said with an evil gloat. I looked up and back at my lover, my Mistress Cindy. She nodded her approval of my presentation. At the same time, I knew that she had seen the yellow urine being washed down the drain and that she had not rebuked me. Apparently, Cindy understood my limits. As much as she demanded that I submit to her will, even to the point of submitting to her friends, she loved her slave.

The girls got out of the shower. As I started to get out, Cindy pushed me back down to my knees. "You're not ready yet Slut," she said, pointing down. I looked down at my cock. It was still hard and erect.

Cindy switched the water temperature to cold. As the frigid fluid cascade down my torso, it began to have the desired effect. Ever so slowly, my throbbing erection began to become flaccid

By the time that my cock had shrunk and shriveled, Marsha was standing next to me with an enema bag. "I don't want any more cuckolds brownie coming from that asshole," she said. Cindy shut the cold water off, and Marsha told me to get on my hands and knees.

This was the first enema that I had ever had. As Marsha hook the bag to the showerhead, Cindy powerd the nozzle up my ass. Releasing the clamp on the hose, Marsha let the warm soapy water fill my intestines.

The sensation was difficult to describe. It felt as if my entire gut track was being pumped up. The water was heavy and pressed down on my prostrate. I felt lightheaded and slightly giddy. The more the water filled me, the more a slow agonizing pain began to pervade my body. Soon, it felt as if I could hold no more. And urgent needed to expel the fluid consumed me. My head was bent down and my face was on the bottom of the tub. I arched my back and pushed my ass up in the air, attempting to mitigate the increasing pressure. A moan escaped my lips. My penis began to grow erect.

The girls watched intently. Like play-by-play commentators, they pointed out to each other how my body was reacting. They giggled and pointed out how stiff my penis had become. They noted that my nipples were hard and sticking out.

More and more water filled my guts, until I was sure that I would explode. I couldn't hold my ass shut any more and streams of brown water began to squirt out of my asshole.

"Keep that water in your ass or you'll regret it!" Marsha sneered. I clamped down hard on my sphincter muscles. Cindy reached up and shut off the hose. I knelt there, huddled on all fours, afraid to move.

"Stay there and don't let any of the water out," Cindy admonished. "Watch him," she said to Marsha. Cindy left the bathroom.

"Masturbate for me Slut," Marsha demanded. I reached down with my left hand, balancing on my right forearm, and began to stroke my cock. Pumping my meat only made the pressure in my ass feel worse. As my hand stroked my cock, small goops of cum oozed from the slit.

Cindy returned carrying a wooden paddle with holes drilled through it. I knew this weapon from previous experience and did not relish what I knew was about to happen.

"Count to twenty and then you can go to the bathroom," Cindy said. She leaned over the tub and raised the paddle high over her head. I waited in dread anticipation. Both girls were smiling, enjoying my fear. Then Cindy brought the paddle down. The wood cracked on my right ass cheek and drove my head into the faucet. The paddle left a huge red mark, punctuated by small white circles left by the holes. "One Mistress," I counted.

The second blow landed on the left ass cheek. I grit my teeth and squeezed my ass as tight as I could. The impact of the blow was like striking a ripe watermelon. I could feel the shockwave pulse through the water in my abdomen. "Two Mistress," I said.

Ten blows I counted, each delivered on alternating sides of my ass. Tears streamed down my face and a small line of brown water dripped out of my ass. Cindy said to Marsha, "My arm is getting tired. You take over."

"Oh, goody. Now, we'll see what the little Slut is made off, wouldn't we?" Marsha addressed this question to me. "Are you crying little bitch? You fucking pussy, I'll give you something to cry about."

Marsha wound up like a major league pitcher. The holes in the paddle whistled as she brought the wood down up my ass. The impact was too much for me. My head slammed into the end of the tub and I saw stars. A stream of filth brown water shot out of my ass. "Now you did it bitch." The tone in Marsha voice was pure evil.

I didn't even get a chance to count eleven. Marsha used the paddle like a club beating out a beat. One..two...three...four...five...the blow smashed into my ass in rapid succession. The holes in the wood sent the leaking brown water jetting through the paddle and splattering around the shower enclosure. Six...seven...eight...nine...then a pause. "I told you that you would pay Slut," as Marsha said this she delivered the final blow. She aimed the paddle for a point between my legs where my ass crack met my balls. The paddle connected with my testicles and I screamed. I lost any ass control that I might have had left. All the soapy warm water that remained in my bowels was expelled.

I lay there, flat on my chest with my ass in the air. Filthy brown fetid water surrounded me in the bottom of the tub. I felt so humiliated and used. I hated Marsha.

"Let's do a final check," Marsha said. She took the enema hose and rammed it back in my ass. Releasing the clamp, she sent the remaining water cascading into my guts. When the bag was empty, she reminded me to stay still.

The girls left and I lay there in the cold smell fluid. After an indeterminable time, they returned. Cindy wore a black bustier, black panties, black stockings, and black pumps. Marsha wore a matching outfit, but all in red.

"Go to the bathroom and empty yourself," Cindy said. "Then, take another hot shower and clean yourself and the tub. When your done put these on."

I watched as she tossed a blue bra and panties on the sink. The girls left. I got out of the tub and went to the toilet. I sat there as time and again, water jetted out of my ass. After dumping what seemed like a gallon, I went back to the shower. I washed myself with hot water and cleaned the tub.

I got out of the shower and went to the sink. I picked up the panties and bra. They were Marsha's from last night. The crotch of the blue panties was stiff with crusted cum and quim. I struggled to get them up around my hips. I placed by cock and balls back between my legs, so that there was no bulge in the front except for my pubic hair.

I put the blue front-hook bra on. Even though it was a 36, it didn't want to stretch to accommodate my 42-inch chest. After a good deal of exhaling and hard pulling, I got the clasp hooked. The under wire cut into my ribs and I found it difficult to breath. Unsure of what was to happen next, I wandered out to find the girls.

The girls were sitting in the kitchen, eating pancakes. Strawberries and whipped crème were piled high on top of the cakes. As I stood there in my blue panties and bra, my stomach growled.

The girls looked up at me...and instantly began to laugh. I must have been a hysterical site, standing there with a pussy look in the panties and the bra stretch so tightly across my chest. I hung my head.

"Sounds like the Slut is hungry," said Cindy. "Would you like some strawberries and pancakes?" she said. With head held low, standing before the two women in panties and bra, I answered, "Yes, please".

Marsha would have none of it. "Only real women get strawberries and crème, and only good girls at that. This cunt can't even fill out a bra, and we know how fucking dirty she is." Marsha waited for my response, but I stood silent.
Cindy said to Marsha, "you can see to filling those tits. In the mean time, I suppose we must give this Slut something to eat given all the work she has to do." Cindy got up and went to the cupboard. She took down a box of oatmeal. She dumped some of the oats into a bowl and added cold water. She stirred the contents into a thick tan paste. "Do you think Slut is deserving of this servant's mush?" Cindy asked Marsha.

"Sure, but if she is going to work and look like a girl, she should eat like one to," Marsha said. As Marsha was answering Cindy, she had been filling two blue balloons. She brought the balloons over and pushed them into the bra's cups. The cold water caused my nipples to harden. "You had better not ruin my bra bitch," she said. "Let's have this cunt eat like a girl," Marsha winked at Cindy as she said this.

"Drop those panties," Marsha commanded. I worked the tight satin off my hips and down around my ankles. "Show us what the boys like," she said. I didn't under stand and just stood there. "Show us your clit bitch!" Marsha yelled.

Not having a clit, I took a guess that she was referring to my cock. I pulled my shriveled penis from between my legs. Marsha took the bowl of cold thick gelatinous oatmeal from Cindy. "Now put some crème on your breakfast Slut." As Marsha said this to me she pushed the bowl into my hand.

I slowly began to stroke my cock, pointing it at the bowl of oatmeal. Feeling more than a little embarrassed masturbating in front of two women, I was having a difficult time getting an erection.

"Looks like she needs some encouragement," Cindy said. Walking over to me, Cindy began to play with my nipples. Reaching under the balloons, she pinched and twisted them. When that failed to get an erection out of me, she said, "I guess the bitch needs more even more encouragement. Cindy took two black spring clips off the table. She pulled the brassiere's cups away from my chest and clamped the clips onto my nipples. A hiss of pain slipped from my lips. "Poor little thing, that's just a taste of what you're in for today," Cindy held her hand against my check as she said this with a smile.

Meanwhile, Marsha had gone and picked up the leather whip and wooden paddle. Keeping the paddle, she handed the whip to Cindy. "You had better get busy milking some crème, because we are going to beat your ass until you do, bitch," Marsha swished the paddle through the air as she said this.

With Marsha on the left and Cindy on the right, they began to whip and spank my ass. I was busy pumping up and down on my shaft. The girls knew their business, because the stimulus and the incentive of pain soon had me sporting a full-blown erection. I jacked my cock hard and fast, feeling the pent up cum of two days rapidly rising up from my balls.

Grunting and groaning I shot my load onto the cold oatmeal. Having been denied an orgasm for almost two days, my cock shot half a dozen long jets of hot, thick cum all over the top of the oatmeal. As it hit the cold cereal, the 1/2 a cup or so of cum began to cool. The cum began to congeal into a mess of semi-solid whitish goop and runny translucent semen.

When I had stopped ejaculating, Cindy reached down and placed the ringed cock harness around my penis. Because my cock was still semi-hard, she had to struggle to squeeze the rings down the shaft. With one ring firmly around the base of the shaft, a second just under my circumcision line, and the last under the mushroom head of my cock, she snapped the harness in place. The taking a small suitcase paddle lock, Cindy secured it in place. She held my cock in the palm of one hand and gave the organ a slap along its top length with the other. Before the stinging blow had even subsided, she whispered in my ear, "Now we don't have to worry about that little clit of yours causing any more problems." Her cute petite face was besmirched with her evil little grin as she said that.

While Cindy was attaching the cock harness, Marsha was strapping on the ball harness. Marsha pulled my scrotum down hard, stretching the sack as far as she could. She wrapped the wide leather band around the sack, just above the balls, and cinched it tight. Next she took the narrower leather band and split my balls apart. She hooked that leather strap to the first strap and then attached another small paddle lock.

"Just about done, Slut," Cindy said. She kissed me on the neck. From the table, Cindy took a dap of whipped crème. "Bend over," she commanded. As I bent forward, Cindy took that dollop of crème and put it on my asshole. She then took an anal butt plug from a sideboard and pushed it against the crème. "This is probably going to hurt a little," so saying, Cindy rammed the butt plug into my ass.

Considering that the butt plug was only about 6-inches long and about 4-inches around, it still really hurt. All the ass fucking that Marsha had given me, plus the two enemas, had left my poor sphincter torn and raw. It also didn't help that the only lubricant that was used was a teaspoon of whipped crème.

With the butt plug firmly in place, Cindy pulled my testicles back between my legs and up tight against my ass crack. She hooked the ball harness to the butt plug and locked the two together. Then she took the cock harness, wrenched my cock back on top of the ball harness and hooked those together. "There sweetness, you little clit is tight in you little cunt, like a good little girl," Cindy pulled me back upright as she said this.

"And now good little girls need to eat their cookies and crème for breakfast," said Marsha. "Down bitch, dogs eat on the floor!" Marsha grabbed the back of my neck and powerd me down onto the kitchen floor. She placed the bowl of cum covered oatmeal in front of my face. "Eat it and eat it all," Marsha said this with a half-laugh, half-sneer in her voice.

With my elbows on the floor, I pushed my mouth into the goopie mess. The oatmeal was like a thick paste, having been made with cold water. The cum was thoroughly congealed, slimy and with a strong salty flavor. I took a small amount of the cold slimy mucous mess into my mouth. The slimy texture and salty taste made me gag. I spit the mess out.

Marsha was livid. "God damn ungrateful bitch! We make you breakfast and you spit it out! You're a slut now, our slut and you'll eat cum like a good slut or I'll beat your ass redy!" Saying this, Marsha took her foot and powerd my face into the fetid food. She began to slam the wooden paddle down upon my ass. Whether intentionally or by accident, her blows landed on my bound cock and balls. I fell sideways on the floor, curling in a ball and begging her to stop!

In the middle of another swing, Cindy intervened. She grabbed Marsha arm and stayed the blow. "I don't want her clit injured! You could crush his balls! As Cindy said this to Marsha, I could see the rage give. If I feared Marsha, Marsha feared Cindy.

"I'm sorry Mistress. I...I just got carried away. This fucking Slut is always fucking up. She needs to be trained," Marsha said.

"That's not your concern. I do the training here and you will do as I tell you...or you'll suffer the consequences!" Cindy's voice was stern and left no doubt who was in command.

Once assured that Marsha knew her place, Cindy addressed me again. "Slut, get back on you knees and eat your food. Do as Marsha told you to do. Eat it and eat it all. Don't you dare embarrass me by leaving a single morsel in that bowl. You have five minutes!"

I rolled back onto my knees. My cock and balls were screaming in pain. I trusted a glance at Marsha. She gave me an evil vindictive smile. I placed my mouth back into the bowl. Trying not to breathe and thereby avoid gagging, I took large mouthfuls of the slimy mess. With watering eyes and chocking, I powerd down one mouthful after another. I didn't chew, just tried to swallow quickly.

Cindy had powerd me to taste my own cum before, but that was just a small amount and it had been mixed with her sweet quim. Now I was being powerd to take, powerd to eat, about a 1/2 cup of my own cum; cold, slimy and sticky. The cold sticky paste that the oatmeal had formed certainly didn't help the situation.

I finished the revolting mess in about three minutes. I even licked the bowl to make sure that no remnants were left in the bowl.

"That's a good Slut," Cindy said when she saw that I had eaten the entire mess and in less than the mandated 5-minutes. "Get up," she said. Turning back to Marsha, she said, "Go get the rest of the stuff." Then Cindy poured a coffee cup full of tequila and handed it to me. "Drink," she said. I gulped the holy water down, delighting in the effect it had in washing away the taste in my mouth. "Come into the living room," as she said this, Cindy turned and walked into the living room.

Marsha had returned and followed us into the room. She handed me a long blonde wig. "Here, put this on," she said. I put the wig on and Marsha adjusted it. "Now put these on." She handed me a blue garter belt and pair of blue nylons.

As I put the garter belt and stockings on, Cindy said, "You know the garter belt is supposed to go under you panties, like mine." She pointed down to the black panties that were over the bustiers attached garters. "With the panties on top, you take them off and still keep on your stockings," she said. I recalled how I like to fuck her with garters and nylons on. She smiled as if she read my thoughts. "It doesn't matter for you right now, as you aren't going to get to take your panties off."

"We don't have any pumps for you today so you can wear these slippers for now. Also, from now on you'll have to get your own lingerie for housework," Cindy said with a grin. She watched as her words took on meaning. "Yes, housework, Maid Slut. Don't you remember when I told you that we would clean up last night's mess today? Look at this mess in the living room. Look at that urine stain on the rug. Today, Maid, you will clean it all up!

The three of us stood there in our lingerie. Marsha and Cindy in their perfumed red and black bustiers, and I in my soiled, smelly blue panties and bra. My blue water filled tits swelled in my bra. The front of my panties were pussy flat, with only the hint of my pubic hair showing.

Marsha noted as I looked from them and then back to myself. When she saw me looking at my crotch, she said, "Don't worry, we'll have you all shaved by next time. After all, if we are going to match, we all have to have shaved twats. Now, get to work bitch," Marsha said, "and next time take all my piss so you wouldn't have such a mess to clean up!

For the rest of that Saturday, I carried mops and buckets, vacuums and dust rags, brooms and dustpans. I sweep, scrubbed and cleaned. The two girls sat on the couch, takeing tequila, smoking weed, and watching porno videos. Despite their other activities, the girls were never too busy to point out any speck of dirt or spot that I might have missed.

I wasn't used to the long hair. It hung in my face and always seemed to get in the way. My cock and ball occasionally pinched between my legs. Any time that I bent over, my scrotum was mercilessly stretched and the big plug in my ass would ride against my raw sphincter. My nipples were numb as the spring clips cut into the tender flesh of my tits. My water filled "breasts" were cold and bounced against the nipple clips, generating additional pain.

By the time I finished that evening, the living room was sparkling clean. I was not leaving any chance that I could be further punished...or so I hoped.

Cindy and Marsha gave the room the "white glove test", literally. Satisfied with my work, all sins seemed forgotten. Cindy and Marsha took me between them on the couch, feeding me tequila and marijuana. They took turns filling their mouths with holy water and smoke and then kissing me and shot gunning the contents into my mouth.

Soon I was in a total buzz. The girls began to take the lingerie, nipple clips and harness from my body. Release from the clothes and bondage was a mix of pain and relief. Once I was striped, the girls took turns striping each other. By the time we were all naked and wasted, it was late in the evening.

"Let's go to bed girls," Cindy said. She kissed me and reached out to wrap her hand gently around my "clit".

"Sounds good, my cunt could use some special cleaning," Marsha said, looking at me. She leaned over and began to suck on my left nipple.

The three of us went to the bedroom and crawled into bed. I had it made, they had their Maid.

CHAPTER 6 CINDY'S BIRTHDAY

Cindy's birthday was in August, about 2-weeks after her and Marsha's game of making me their Maid. After the maid incident, things had gone pretty much back to normal. Normal that is it you consider that Marsha now took carnal knowledge of me.

I tried to spend less time at Cindy and Marsha's rented house and more time at my apartment. The time spent at the apartment meant that it was just Cindy and I. As a result, even thought Cindy continued the nude workouts and her reward/ punishment system of training, I got to be alone with her.

Sex, which was never dull and always more than a little kinky, was preferable when it was just we two. Although Cindy continued to dominate our sexual relationship, she was always willing (in the end) to let me get down to good ole "power fucking". Whether it was just my enjoyment of ramming my big 10-inch cock deep into her tight pussy until it bottomed out or whether it was revenge for the deep ass fucking that I had suffered from Marsha (obviously with Cindy approval), I really relished the "power fucks" that I got during those two weeks.

Not that I wanted to hurt Cindy any more than she had wanted me hurt by Marsha, but I fucked her as hard and deep as I could. I loved the look of her long blonde hair tossing back and forth with the movement of her head as she endured my power fucks. Her pretty little face became a pure mix of pain and pleasure as I hit my tempo fucking her cunt from clit to vagina, top to bottom. I loved to her hear scream and beg, first to be fucked and then later begging for me to stop. She was always very vocal, if not talking dirty, then pumping me with questions, or moan, groaning and screaming.

When I had my cock fucking her deep, I would bite her hard little nipple until they yielded milk. Honest to god, Cindy's tits would actually produce milk when she was really sexually aroused. Once her tits started lactating, I would wrap my lips around those beautiful globe and suck as hard as I could. Her milk was almost as sweet as her quim.

During those two weeks, I power fucked Cindy nearly every night. At the end of those two weeks, she was so sore that she could hardly walk. Every step she took would cause her silk panties to ride against her raw, use pussy. I loved it.

Inevitably, we had to spend some time at her house. Marsha always seemed to make a point of being at the house when we were. She also always made a point of having some sort of physical contact with me.

She loved to catch me in the bathroom. Marsha would walk in on me and demand to hold my cock as I pissed. If I were taking a dump, she would step across my legs and rub her cunt in my face. If I were showering, Marsha would climb into the shower with me. She would play with my cock until it was erect and then demand that I eat her.

Even if I were just sitting around the house, Marsha would plop down and start rubbing my leg and my cock. If she got an erection, her called me a "bad boy" and rebuked me for not learning to control my cock. But, even as she would berate me, she would be kissing my neck, nibbling my ear and whispering how she wanted to fuck me. With her long soft brown hair caressing my face, her nice full 36-C tits would be tight against my arm, shoulder and chest. She would unbutton my shirt, open my belt, and unzip my pants until she got her hands on my cock. Then she would play with my dick until it was hard and aching to cum. Finally, she would dip her finger in my pre-cum, rub it on her lips and French me, then leave me with my dick sticking out as she went to report me to Cindy.

Cindy was well aware of the harassment Marsha dished out, but Cindy enjoyed watching me suffer through these "tests". But, for me it was always a no-win situation. If I resisted Marsha's advances, I was being rude to Cindy's roommate...and I would be punished. If I submitted to Marsha's advanced, I was a Slut ... and I would be punished.

Regardless, win or lose, I would end up with Marsha whipping my ass (sometimes Cindy even let her fuck me in the ass). After my ass use, she would make me "orally" apologize, eating her cunt to multiple orgasms.

Marsha loved the game. She loved dominating a guy. She especially seemed to enjoy a***ing me, perhaps because I was Cindy's boyfriend or perhaps because I gave such cunnlingus.

I had always liked eating pussy, but it was different with Marsha. First, she was vindictive and used pussy eating as a pure punishment. Unlike when I ate Cindy's pussy, with Marsha it didn't matter whether I ever enjoyed it. Also, Marsha always came in huge copious amounts. Try as I might, I could never seem to take all her quim fast enough. Inevitably I ended up covered in her quim and smelling like her cunt.

So, about three days before Cindy's birthday, I was at the house, when in comes Marsha. She sits down next to me on the couch. I begin to figure the worse is going to happen again. Instead, she acts almost normal. Marsha begins with some small talk and then got on the subject of Cindy's birthday party. She tells me that it is going to be a surprise party that her and Frinae are going to throw for Cindy. I am sworn to secrecy. She tells me that she will cut my nuts off if I in any way leak the surprise to Cindy. As Marsha referenced her threat, she reaches over and grabs my crotch as hard as she can. She squeezed and twists my cock and balls until my eyes tear. "Do you understand?" she asked. I meekly nod yes. Marsha then tells me to be at the house at 6:00 P.M. that Friday night. Cindy enters the room and Marsha resumes her innocent façade.

I make an excuse to Cindy about Friday night, saying that I'm busy and wouldn't be able to go out with her. I'm pretty sure that Cindy suspects something, as I'm never too busy to go with her. With a knowing smile, Cindy replies that's ok as she's going out for takes with Marsha and Frinae.

I show up promptly at 6:00. Frinae meets me at the door. Of all Cindy's friends, Frinae is definitely the hottest. Frinae is long and lean, about 5'10" and 110 pounds. She has auburn hair that goes down to her mid back. Her tits are on the small side, only about 33-B, but they look considerably bigger on her thin frame. Her ass is small and tight. Her legs are *******ers, long "going all the way to the floor". What is most impressive is her face. It's just plain beautiful. She had high chiseled cheekbones, small button nose, deep green eyes, narrow squarish chin, and perfect skin. She looks like a young Heather Locklear. As much as I love Cindy, I've always held a deep secret lust for this model woman.

Perhaps its because Frinae is so beautiful, but I've always felt somewhat shy and awkward around her. Surprisingly, Friane, even as breathtaking as she is, is also shy. So when we meet at the door, there is an awkward silence. Finally, "Hi," she says.

I just stand there, totally lost looking at this awesome creature. "Hi," I mumble back.

From the hallway, a head appears. "Get in here," Marsha yells. I walk through the door, past Frinae, careful to brush up against her. The mere touch of her skin and the smell of her hair sent erotic waves through me.

I go down the hall and into the kitchen. I stop and see an assortment of foods on the table and counter. Marsha comes out of her bedroom and up to the kitchen.

Marsha is dressed to *******. She has on a red sleeveless dress. The dress comes down below her cunt be only a few inches. Her legs look long and lovely, with red fish net stocking and high red pumps. The stiletto heels on the pumps make her almost as tall as Frinae. The neckline of the dress is a deep plunging V. Marsha's big massive 36-C tits form a dazzling cleavage. The edges of her lacy brassier are just visible at the outer edges of her tits.

Frinae comes into the kitchen. She would be beautiful in anything and so I hadn't really dwelt on what she was wearing when she met me at the door. Standing next to Marsha, I now see what she has on. Her blouse is of a deep green color, like her eyes. The material is silk and clings to her breasts. Her brassier appears to be a deep plunge under wire, as it is outlined against the tight silk of her blouse. Friane's skirt is also short, but made so by her very long legs. The skirt is some shiny material, silk like in appearance, and black. She wore dark nylons and pumps with two-inch stiletto heels. With the stiletto heels, Friane is almost as tall as me.

"Ok, we're going to meet Cindy at The Cellar. She doesn't know about her party (leering at me as if to imply its lucky I didn't tell her). We'll be back about midnight," Marsha said. "There's a list of foodstuffs to have ready when we get back," she pointed to a paper on the table.

Marsha knew that I was a good cook; so it didn't surprise me that she would like...expect...demand that I prepare the food. I was surprised somewhat that I was being left at the house to act as a chef, while she and Frinae were out partying with Cindy.

"You got a problem with that?" Marsha sneered. She knew that I wouldn't spoil any party for Cindy, regardless of my role. She also knew that I would do pretty much anything she demanded, as Cindy had told me I was supposed to obey her roommate. Lastly, I was shy and intimidated around Frinae and couldn't have objected if I had wanted to.

"After you finish the food, set it up in the living room. Have the tequila chilled and the bong loaded. And put you outfit on," Marsha said. She waited for a response, and when I didn't say anything, she said, "Your outfit is lying on Cindy's bed." "Come on Frinae, we're running late." With that, Marsha turned and headed out the back door to her car.

Frinae followed Marsha. As she passed me, she looked at me and smiled, "I'll see you later!"

My mind was a whirl. Frinae's smile made my heart stop...and then pound. The pounding went on as Marsha's word echoed in my ears..."your outfit". I could just imagine a bra, nylons and panties waiting for me...the "Maid"...on Cindy's bed. As if that wasn't bad enough, Frinae's sweet "I'll see you later" rang in my ears.

Oh my god! Did Frinae know about the way Marsha and Cindy had dressed me in drag and made me the Slut Maid?....Oh, fuck...certainly she didn't know about the ass fucking that Marsha gave me, the whipping, the pussy eating...the golden shower....

It felt like I was dying inside. If I felt embarrassed being made to submit to use and being put in drag queen dress in front of Marsha...I would die if I had to do that in front of my dream girl Frinae.

Slowly, I entered Cindy's bedroom. I turned on the light. I looked at the bed. Spread across the bed was my outfit...

Four pieces... a small silk thong... a cock harness with one steel ring and a leather strap... a medium size anal plug....and a silk bowtie with a collar. I stared at the "outfit'. Now, I really had mixed feelings. First, I was greatly relieved that I would not have to appear in lingerie in front of Frinae. But second, I was panicked about having to appear before her in this "outfit". Sure, I had a great body and an even better a 10-inch cock, but to appear in front of Frinae dress like this...well... It wasn't like me being naked in bed with her. Instead, I would be standing there in this kinky "slave/servant" bowtie and throng, with a harness around my cock and a plug up my ass.... And, what did Marsha have in mind once I was dressed like this? I was pretty sure that Cindy didn't know about her "surprise". I was also pretty sure that Marsha had a "surprise" in store for me.

I picked up the harness. The ring was about 4-inches in diameter, small enough to really restrict my cock, but obviously not small enough to inhibit my 8" diameter erection. This cock harness would only make my cock that much bigger and make it harder to cum.

The silk bowtie and collar would fit tightly around my neck. The silk thong would barely cover my cock in its most flaccid state. Once I aroused, and I was pretty sure that was part of the plan, my cock would be visible to all! Lastly, the thin single strand of the thong that ran up my ass wouldn't cover the wide round base of the butt plug. Without the plug, the thin strand would have disappeared between my ass cheeks, but with the butt plug...it would only draw attention to the plug.

As I worked the possible scenarios over in my mind, I silently cursed Marsha. That woman was pure evil. I looked at my watch and saw that almost an hour had already past. I couldn't waste any more time worrying about what was going to happen. I had a meal to prepare before they got back.

I spent until almost 11:00 P.M. fixing the food and getting everything set out. With only an hour to go, I headed for the shower. I washed and shaved. I spent considerable time shaving my balls and pubic hair. I usually trimmed my pubic hair, but this time...this time for my first time with Frinae...I shaved all my hair. My balls and cock shown shiny and clean as the water cascaded down my groin. As I washed the shaving cream away, I noticed how sensitive my cock felt. My imagination...?

I put on some cologne and started to put on the "outfit". The ass plug had to go in first. I didn't want a bunch of Vaseline coating my ass, so I tried some coconut oil. Sparingly, I coated the plug. It was black, to match the thong, 6-inches long and 4-inches around. I eased the plug in my ass. As the plug went in, it stretched my sphincter until I couldn't stand the pain. I eased the plug back out. I considered what to do. In the past, it had always been Cindy or Marsha that had put a plug in my ass. I had never put a plug up my own ass before. As I worked the plug back in, I found that if I pumped it in and out, I could get my sphincter acclimated to it. So, I began to fuck myself in my ass with the big black plug. Slowly, fucking it in and out, I was finally able to power it in past the widest part. Once the flared shoulder of the anal plug past my sphincter, the remaining length of the plug slide in to its base.

The pressure of the plug on my prostrate caused me to moan. I had begun to get an erection. Now, I tried to get the cock harness on. No luck...the metal ring, although it was 4-inches in diameter, still would not fit over my semi-rigid cock. I waited, but my cock didn't go down. Perhaps it was thinking about the coming events....

After several minutes, there seemed no alternative. I gingerly pulled the anal plug out of my ass. I waited a few more minutes and then attempted to get the cock harness back on. This time, my cock had gone flaccid enough so that I could get the metal ring down around the base of my cock. I strapped the leather under my testicles and around the base of my cock.

I bent over and inserted the anal plug again. This time I knew enough to "fuck" myself with it. After several attempts of pushing the big black plug back and forth into my ass and with a couple of twists, it nested itself tightly in my ass.

Time was wasting. I put on the tiny silk thong. I adjusted my semi-erect cock in the small front pouch. I moved the thin back strip between my ass checks and against the round base of the butt plug. I put my tie on and adjusted the collar.

I only had to wait a few minutes after 12:00. I heard the noise of the girls returning from the bar. I was uncomfortable, feeling terribly exposed and more than a little embarrassed. I took a spot near the back door to stand, with a tray of chilled shot glassed and a decanter of tequila.

The door opened and they entered. Marsha came up the stairs from the back door first. She was clearly anticipating find me there and made a show of her reception. Up the stairs she came...arms wrapped around the shoulders of a young brown haired guy!