les histoires de chrislebo

Ace spread her cunt wide open with the head of his big rod and then in one thrust he shoved his 8 inch cock all the way into Kim's pussy and began fucking her mercilessly. She screamed and begged him to keep fucking her as he roughly mauled her sensitive C-cup tits, twisting and biting the nipples and licking them until they were covered in saliva and bite marks. Before long Kim uttered a low moan that began to build in her throat until she let out a scream and cried "I'm Cumming! Keep Fucking me harder! Oh God cum in my cunt now! Oh damn I'm cumming so good!" Ace stiffened his back and plunged his cock all the way in and filled Kim's slutty pussy with his load. When he slowly pulled his cock out his cum ran out and dribred onto her ass.

Roger had a dumbstruck look on his face as he stared at his wife's shaved and cum covered pussy. "Make yourself useful Pee Wee, you know what your job is!", I said as I pushed him toward his wife. Roger wasted no time and got down on his knees between his wife's legs and then pulled out his cock and began stroking it as he sucked and licked another mans cum from her pretty pussy. In no time Kimberly was having another orgasm and Roger shot his own load onto the floor while Ace and I stood above him, watching and laughing at what a wimp he was.

Mark Of The Cuckold........PT3b.....by Mark

I drove Kimberly and Roger back to their home after making one stop along the way to pick up some special clothes for that night. When we arrived at their place I told Roger to get his ass in gear and get the place cleaned because I had some friends dropping by later on. He whined about Kim doing it and I told him she would be busy getting ready and to quit bitching and get his chores done.

I had Kimberly make me a bite to eat and then she filled a tub with hot water and we crawled in together for a long relaxing soak. As the hot water soothed my muscles and Kim sat in front of me I played with her big sexy tits and before long my cock was hard so I ass fucked the little slut right there in the tub. Just as I was cumming in her ass I heard Roger start the sweeper and I laughed to myself, wondering if he had any idea what would happen to him and his precious wife next. When I finished with the slut I had her soap up my back and massage me all over and then slapped her on the ass and told her to go start putting on her makeup while I relaxed. Life can be so good.

After a few more minutes I got out and went to dress Kimberly. I wanted the night to go well so I had to be sure she wore just the right outfit. I grabbed the purchase I had made at the mall and took it into the bedroom where Kimberly was just finishing up her makeup. "This is what you're wearing tonight baby", I said, "Put it on". She pulled it out of the bag and her eyes lit up with pleasure. "It's so beautiful", she said, "It's much nicer than anything that my husband ever bought me!" She held it up admiring the soft jade green silk of the wrap around dress I had picked for her. "What color underwear do you want me to wear with it Mark?", she said, batting her big brown eyes at me. "None Kim, not even panties", I grinned, "Just the dress and your high heels. You are going to love the way silk feels against your skin Honey". She giggled and wrapped the slinky dress around her naked body and tied the sash that held it closed. It was nice and short and displayed her long sexy legs to the max and her big hard nipples showed through the thin silk. When she moved her big tits swayed freely and her ass looked like heaven as it moved beneath the shiny fabric.

When Kim was finished dressing I took her out into the livingroom and glanced casually up at the ceiling. Sure enough while we had been at Ace's my buddy had installed the sturdy metal ring in the ceiling just as he had been instructed. Just about that time the doorbell rang and I said, "Get the door Pee Wee, that must be my guests".

When Roger came back in he had an odd look on his face as though he had been caught doing something he shouldn't have. Behind him were my guests. Jon and Hal were both tall black men about 6'3" tall who were old boxer friends of mine. With them was Bambi the beautiful blonde transexual that Roger had fucked in the ass the last time I saw them. I could tell by the look on Roger's face that he hadn't told Kim that he had fucked Bambi, not to mention the fact that Bambi used to be a guy and in spite of her 36 D- cup tits, she had a 6 inch cock hanging between her long silky thighs!

Bambi looked damn good in a black spandex minidress with a low scooped neckline that really showed off her big firm tits and sexy round ass. It was obvious that Kim was jealous as hell that another woman was stealing her thunder and she really turned on the charm to try to take back the attention of the two good looking black strangers.

"This is Kimberly gentlemen", I said, as I gently pushed her toward them, "Isn't she everything I said she would be?" Jon looked at Kim with a gleam in his eyes and said, "You aren't kidding Mark, this little white broad has got one hell of a tight looking body, that's for sure." "Uh huh", agreed Hal, "She's got some big sexy tits too, look at the way those nipples are so high and proud looking". Jon pulled a big roll of bills out of his pocket and handed it to me, saying, "Five hundred bucks each right? And we get to fuck her any way we want to, right?" I took the money and grinned in agreement.

"Wait a damn minute", said Kimberly, "You can't just sell me like some cheap whore!" "Yes I can Kimberly and you know it!", I said harshly, "Now shut up and just relax, you know there is nothing you like better than getting fucked anyway you hot little slut." Then I grabbed Kim and stripped her dress off, leaving her totally naked except for her 5" heels. Then I held her and pulled a soft cotton rope out of my pocket and tied it around her wrists and then looped it over the ring in the ceiling and pulled her arms up over her head and left her there to struggle.

Roger started to protest so I grabbed his wimpy ass and had Bambi strip his clothes off and then I tied him face down to the coffee table beside his slutty wife Kimberly. Bambi, Jon and Hal all stripped out of their clothes and I sat back to enjoy the show.

I was amused to see that Bambi went straight over to where Kim was tied, ignoring Roger completely. Jon and Hal stood back to see what would happen next. Bambi went over in front of Kim and began to run one long red fingernail over Kim's right breast, down the side and then up to the nipple. Her graceful manicured fingers pinched gently at kim's nipple causing it to stiffen and swell. Kim hadn't gotten a good look at Bambi since she had taken her clothes off because Bambi had been behind Kim as she had stripped. Bambi ran her hands sensually down Kim's voluptuous body finally reaching her naked shaved cunt. As Bambi's hand's began to stroke Kim's pussy, Kimberly moaned, "Please don't do that, I'm not gay, I like cocks!"

Bambi laughed softly and then walked a few feet in front of Kim and turned to face her. "So you like cocks do you Kimberly?", she said as she stroked her 6" hard on, "You mean like this one?" "Oh my God", said Kim as she stared at Bambi's gorgeous body, "I don't understand, you mean you aren't a REAL woman?"

"Why don't you ask your husband if I'm a REAL woman you bitch!", Bambi said as her eyes flashed with anger, "I was more than enough woman for him three weeks ago when he stuck his hot little cock up my ass and fucked me till he filled me with his cum! Then when I E-mailed him to ask him out again he said he didn't like fucking me, didn't you Roger?"

Kimberly looked confused and turned her head toward Roger and said, "Is that true Roger, did you really fuck this, this creature? Answer me damn it!" Roger looked up from where he was tied to the coffee table and replied, "I didn't know Kim, I mean, I thought she was a woman when I fucked her. Mark tricked me into doing it."

"You little prick, don't try to blame it on Mark, can't you even be responsible for where you put your own cock?", Kim hissed, "I'll get you back for cheating on me. I've been powerd to do the things I have done but you did it on purpose!"

Bambi walked up to Kim and looked deep into her big brown eyes and then brushed Kim's long brown hair back from her face. "So you think I'm not a real woman, is that right housewife? Well then maybe I should treat you like I was still a man, don't you think so Kimmy Dear?" Then we all watched in fascination as Bambi took Kim's pretty face between her hands and held her head and began to kiss her long and deep, her tongue pushing deep into Kimberly's pouty lips. Kim struggled against the ropes but was helpless to resist as Bambi moved her lips to her breasts and began to lick and suck, first one and then the other, and they quickly sprang to full attention. "Stop that, please stop that damn you!", Kimberly moaned. Bambi moved her hand between Kim's thighs and stroked her bald cunt making Kim shudder with involuntary spasms of pleasure. Next Bambi moved forward and began to stroke her big hard cock against Kim's shaved pussy, causing the lips to spread open. "MMMMMMMM, doesn't that big cock feel good on your bald pussy Kim", Bambi purred in her ear, "Do you still want me to stop touching you slut? Answer me Kim, what you want me to do to you?" "I want you to fuck me", Kim moaned softly, "I want you to put that cock in my cunt and rub those big sexy tits against my tits, please."

Jon, Hal and myself were all spellbound at the sight of this beautiful young married woman brazenly begging to be fucked by the equally gorgeous blonde transexual. Bambi rubbed her stiff cock head against Kimberly's pussy and said, "Did you hear that Roger? Your slutty cocksucking wife wants me to fuck her. What should I do to your wife Roger? Say it you wimpy bastard!"

"FUCK THE WHORE!", Roger said suddenly, "I want to see you fuck her, I want to see all of you fuck her, please, I'm begging you to fuck my wife!" Bambi laughed and grabbed Kim by the hips and pulled her spread open legs around her waist and plunged her cock into Kim's sweet married pussy. Kim's hands were still tied to the ceiling but she wrapped her long legs around Bambi and began whimpering and moaning as Bambi shoved her hard dick in and out of the tight cunt. "Oh yes" Kim moaned, "I love your cock, fuck me hard, oh it's so much bigger than my husband's little dick, it feels so good, please keep fucking me!" Suddenly Bambi stopped and pulled Kim's legs from around her body and jerked her cock out of Kim's cunt. "Please don't stop, put it back in and fuck me, PLEASE FUCK ME", Kim whimpered and begged.

"What a fucking slut", Bambi laughed, "That's some little wife you've got there Roger. And to think you could have had me instead. I would have been so good to you, but you rejected me! I'll show you Roger." Then Bambi walked over to where Roger was tied face down on the table and held her hard cock directly in front of his face. "Do you smell your wife's cunt on my cock Roger? That's the cock that's been fucking your wife, the one she was begging for. And now I'm going to fuck you!" Then she walked behind him and began to work her cock, still wet with his wife's juices, into his asshole, causing him to groan and jerk. "I'll teach you to fuck my ass and then drop me Roger!", she hissed as she began driving it deep inside him.

Meanwhile, Jon and Hal had gone over to where Kim was trussed up like a prize turkey and they both began rubbing her body, pinching her breasts and massaging her bald cunt. "Oh damn, I need to be fucked so bad", Kimberly groaned, "Please put those beautiful big black cocks inside me and make me cum, please fuck me." Jon grabbed her hips and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around him and she worked her wet sloppy cunt down over his black cock and began to piston her slender hips, making his cock plunge in an out. Hal was behind her , fingering her asshole and then he began working his cock up her sweet married ass and started to fuck Kim while Jon continued plowing into her cunt. "Oh yes Keep fucking my ass, oh damn I'm going to cum, I love being fucked by both of you!"

Roger was still being ass fucked by Bambi, but in spite of his predicament he couldn't take his eyes off of his slutty wife and the two huge black cocks she was begging for. Soon his cock hardened in spite of himself and Bambi laughed as she reached in front of him and began stroking his little weinie as she continued fucking his ass. "Look at your wife Roger", she sneered at him, "look at the whore you married. She loves having those two big cocks fucking her, you married a slut Roger, admit it!" "I admit it, she's nothing but a whore", he groaned. "Oh damn I cumming, oh damn, fuck me hard, I'm cumming!", Roger moaned as he shot his load into Bambi's hand. Bambi stiffened and began to spray her cum inside him and then pulled her cock out as he collapsed onto the table. "Thats what you get for dumping me Roger", she said with an evil grin.

Kim was still whimpering and begging to be fucked as the two huge blacks plowed their cocks in and out of her tiny white body. "Fuck me harder", she screamed, "shove your cocks in me harder, fuck my ass, I'm cumming! Oh yes, I'm cumming like never before!" Jon gave a mighty shove and pushed his cock deep into Kim's pussy and said, "I'm filling your wife's cunt Roger, Oh yea, this slut is milking my cock with her cunt muscles, what a fucking whore!" Then he grunted and dumped his potent black seed deep into her white cunt. Hal was ready now and he pulled his black rod out of Kimberly's asshole and began to spurt his seed all over her perfect round ass. Then he took his hand and scooped up his load and pushed his cum deep into Kimberly's unprotected cunt. "There you go whore", he laughed, "Just in case you and the wimp want to start a family!"

That was when Roger and Kim realized that I had my video cam and had recorded the whole night for future use. I untied Kim and she collapsed into my arms and gave me a deep, loving kiss and said, "Damn you Mark, you are such a bastard but I love what you do to me." I left Roger tied to the table and after my friends were gone Kimberly and I sat down and watched a movie as she lovingly sucked my cock and her husband watched. I finally took Kimberly into her and Roger's bedroom where we slept soundly and then I fucked her several times the next morning before we got up.

That was when I realized that Roger had never been released. When I untied him I said, "You had better get to work Pee Wee, this place is a mess after the party last night." As I walked out the door I turned to the two of them and said, "Don't worry, I won't forget you two, I'll be in touch".

De macho à larbin


je suis ou plutot j'étais ce qu on appelle un macho avec ma femme jusqu'a ce que
insensiblement elle m'a fait devenir mister larbin consentant , ça a commence au bout de
huit ans de mariage environ.nous av ions deux enfants et le troisieme etait en route
depuis 6mois. Natacha mon epouse etait tres nerveuse et fantasque, , elle devint
capricieuse mais je lui cédais toutes ses lubies mettant cela sur le compte de sa
grosesse et de la fatigue nerveuse consécutive, cependant elle commença a
dépasser les bornes quand un soir avant de passer à table,suite a une petite
contrariété elle me fit une véritable scène et voyant que je ne réagissais pas, à bout
d'arguments, elle me giffla a toute volée de droite a gauche. je ne bronchais pas et
sans mot dire me retirais dans notre chambre Elle vint m'y rejoindre quelques minutes
plus tard et s'asseyant pres de moi sur le lit sans mot dire elle m'ouvrit la braguette et
me sortit mon sexe mou qu'elle eut vite fait de durcir en le malaxant nerveusement, elle
me regardait fixement dans les yeux pendant ce temps guettant mes reactions , excité
je voulus lui carresser les seins mais elle me dit d'un ton dur ""pas touche"" et elle
serra tres tres fort mon sexe dans sa main et soudain alors que les premieres
palpitations de mon sexe annonciateur du plaisir qui montait se faisaient ressentir
elle rabattit mon sexe vers mes couilles d'un geste brusque du poignet, je poussais un
cri de douleur vite transformé en râles de plaisir car j'éjaculais au même moment dans
sa main
elle n'avait pas arrete de me fixer du regard et je vis ses yeuxs briller et une lueur de
cruauté satisfaite les eclairer, elle serrait les dents et etait toute rouge. Elle me dit
lorsqu elle eut lache ma verge molle "" ça t'a plu hein mon salaud, tu aimes ça?" je
repondis" ça? quoi? la branlette hum oui, mais le coup de la tordre pas tellement""
mais si j'ai vu tu as aimé que je te la torde comme tu as aime ma gifle avant" et avant
que je ne puisse repondre elle partit et je l'entendis se laver les mains dans la sdb
voisine.
puis on passa a table et on ne reparla pas de cet incident
pendant le repas elle fit tomber sa fourchette à terre Elle me dit sur un ton sec
"Ramasse la et vas la mettre ds le lave vaisselle et rapportes m'en une propre"
je fus supris mais ne voulant pas la contrarier dans mister etat jobtempérais mais la
fourchette avit rebondi jusque sous la table au milieu environ Je dus me mettre a
quatre pattes et la chercher a genoux Je frolais de l'epaule une jambe de ma femme
qui alors detendit le pied et m'envoya mister soulier dans la figure comme par megarde
je poussais un petit cri et remontais a la surface avec la fourchette en main
j'étais sûr qu'elle l avait fai expres de me donner ce coup de pied Je lui dis " Tu m'as
fais mal avec ton pied" " ah excuses moi me repondit elle,, je ne l'ai pas fais expres
mais tu n'as rien meme pas de bleu tu es douillet de te plaindre, les hommes
normalement mistert plus endurcis" je revins avec une fourchette propre que je lui remis
elle me remercia en me posant un petit baiser sur la joue et dit"J'aime quand tu me
sers comme ça mon chéri, j'ai l'impression d'etre une reine dont le serviteur est aux
petits soins pour elle" " mais repliquai je, tu es ma reine ma cherie et c'est avec joie
que je t'entoure de soins ...surtout dans ta position"
à partir de là elle me fit faire de plus en plus de corvées de menage, meme la cuisine
et le rangement , m'occuper de nos deux enfants , les nettoyer etc avec ses ordres de
plus en plus formulés autoritairement et je reçus d'autres gifles quand elle trouvait que
je ne la satisfaisais pas assez vite où exactement comme elle l'aurait voulu
elle ne voulait plus que je la penetre a cause de lenfant disait elle mais elle aimait me
branler souvent et elle serrait tres fort à m'en faire mal et quand je me plaignais elle
lachait ma verge mais me prenait les couilles qu'elle broyait ds ses mains ,
curieusement cela me faisait mal et jouir en meme temps Quand elle voyait mon
sperme gicler elle me disait" tu aimes ça mon salaud, je vais te les briser un d e ces
jours tu verras, tu auras vraiment mal et elle riait...en m'embrassant mais tu jouiras en
meme temps et tu en redemanderas" je finis par associer la notion de plaisir à la
souffrance et je me mis a souhaiter et a aimer qu'elle me retorde la verge qu elle me
serre fort les testicules et meme qu elle me giffle comme ça sans veritable raimister Elle
s'en aperçut bien vite evidemment et accentua mister emprise sur mes sens
Parallelement elle me faisait de plus en plus la servir et elle commença a m humilier
d'abord en prive en se moquant entre autre de la taille de mon sexe et des couilles
puis de mes performances ,de ma tendance a ejaculer trop vite etc puis elle invita ses
amies et je dus leur servir le the les gateaux et rester un peu en retrait comme un
serviteur dévoué, elle n'hesitait pas a me donner des ordres imperatifs devant elles et
a se moquer de moi, de raconter des anecdotes intimes sur mon comportement
sexuel etc J'acceptais tout cela sans broncher et j'en vins rapidement à aimer cela ...

La mise en esclavage de Clem

L'histoire que je vais raconter est réelle et continue encore aujourd'hui à l'heure où j'écris. Je m'appelle Alexandre et au moment où cette histoire se passe, j'avais 24 ans. Je suis assez mignon à ce qu'on me dit, grand, assez mince mais relativement musclé. Je suis brun avec des yeux bleus. Cela faisait deux ans que je sortais avec Stéphanie, une belle brune bien formée avec un cul à damner un évêque. En somme tout se passait bien mais au lit ce n'était pas ça. Un jour, sa mère me téléphona pour me demander si Clément mister petit frère de 17 ans pouvait venir dormir chez moi. Il avait un examen important sur Paris et elle avait pensé que ce serait plus pratique vu qu'ils habitent en province.
C'est ainsi que Clem vint chez moi deux jours après. Clément était un garçon châtain, bien formé et très attirant qui avait beaucoup de succès auprès des filles. Ce jeune mec très extraverti était comparable à un dieu grec. Nous avons donc commencé par boire un verre et à parler de tout et de rien. Nous en sommes venus à parler de sa sour et la conversation a très vite tourné sur le sexe. On s'est raconté certaines de nos expériences et je me suis rendu compte que pour mister âge il avait plus d'expérience que la moyenne. L'alcool nous ayant miné la tête et nous rappelant que nous devions nous lever tôt, nous allâmes nous coucher dans l'unique lit deux places de mon appart, tous les deux en caleçon.. Pendant la nuit, ma tête tanguait et je me suis couché sur le côté. A un moment, j'ai senti Clem se coller derrière moi. Je sentais mister bassin qui se rapprochait imperceptiblement vers mes fesses et à un moment j'ai senti mister caleçon gonfler. Cette situation me troubla. Il est vrai que je m'étais déjà surpris à regarder ce jeune mec à la piscine mais jamais je n'avais franchis le pas avec un mec ! Il posa sa main sur moi et je sentis mister souffle chaud dans ma nuque. J'étais anesthésié et ne réagissais pas. Sa main glissa dans mon caleçon et saisit ma bite déjà bien dure malgré moi et commença délicatement à me branler. Et là je ne sais pas ce qui m'a pris mais je me suis retourné pour l'embrasser. Sa langue caressait la mienne puis lui saisissant la tête je le poussais sous la couette. Il enleva nos calbutes et commença à m'embrasser les couilles tout en remontant par de petits baisés vers mon gland gonflé. La sensation était divine. Je fermais les yeux tout en imposant mon rythme en maintenant sa nuque. J'étais très étonné car d'abord très entreprenant il était maintenant très docile. Il faut dire que je suis plutôt dominateur et que les rapports dominant soumis m'excitent. Sentant que j'arrivais à l'orgasme je le fis remonter et je l'embrassais vigoureusement, savourant l'odeur de ma bite au travers de ses lèvres irrésistibles qui faisaient tant craquer les femmes. Elles étaient à moi maintenant. Je l'ai mis à 4 pattes, jambes bien écartées et lui ai mis les poignets sur chaque cheville. Là, ses fesses étaient écartées malgré lui et je constatais que sa rosette était rasée !! Il était dans une pose obscène et ne bronchait pas. Je m'approchais de mister anus à la saveur musquée et entrepris de lui faire un bon anulingus en tournant ma langue doucement autour de sa pastille puis en essayant de l'enfoncer le plus loin possible dans mister cul qui palpitait sous la caresse. Il avait l'air d'apprécier car il gémissait de plus belle et frismisternait. Je sentais que mister fion se détendait. Je me suis penché pour prendre le tube de lubrifiant dans mon tiroir et lui en mis une goutte sur l'anus. Il eu un frismister.
-Ahh c'est froid dit-il.
-T'inquiète ça va passer ta sour a aussi eu droit au même traitement.
Je lui massais un peu mister trou et le sentais se détendre de plus en plus. J'y entrai un doigt, puis deux, puis un troisième avec une aisance déconcertante.
Puis je me mis en position et posa ma bite à l'entrée de mister anus. Je savourais ce moment qui me paraissait irréel. J'allais enculer Clem ! Il attendait là, à ma merci, mon bon vouloir.
Je commençais a entrer le gland, et j'entendais des petits cris étouffés. Je poussais encore un peu et je voyais ses ongles rentrer dans la peau de ses chevilles. Ses orteils étaient écartés. Je m'arrêtais un moment pour que mister anus soumis s'habitue à la bite de mister nouveau maître. Je poussais une ultime fois et j'étais bien à fond en lui et mes poils touchaient ses fesses imberbes. Clem soufflait très fort. J'entrepris un lent va et vient. Son anus brisé émettait de petits bruits au fur et à mesure que j'accélérais la cadence. Clem commençait à gémir et à me lancer des mots crus.
-Prends moi bien profond . Plus fort.
-Dis que t'es ma chienne.
-Je suis ta chienne. Ne t'arrête pas.
-Tu aimes ma bite ?
-Oui !!!!!!!!
- Tu vas être ma petite pute hein ?
-Oh oui mon cul est à toi.
Je le retournais lui mettant les pieds en l'air pour voir sa tête en se faisant baiser, lui le playboy. Ses traits étaient déformés par l'extase de se faire limer comme une de ces filles avec qui il sortait.Je levais les yeux pour voir ses pieds dont les orteils étaient complètement crispés par le plaisir qui l'irradiait. Je lui roulais une galoche et là tout mister corps se crispa. Son anus palpitait autour de ma queue et il poussa un énorme râle. Je le suivi et lui déversais des litres de semence en 5 ou 6 éjaculations. Jamais je n'avais autant jouis. Je retombais sur lui et l'embrassa langoureusement. Puis je ressortis ma queue tout en posant mon doigt sur mister trou béant pour que le sperme ne s'échappe pas et la lui tendis.
- Nettoies la queue qui t'as donné tant de plaisir.
Silencieux il ouvrit la bouche et sa langue s'activa autour de ma bite salie de mon sperme et de petites traces brunes et me la rendit propre.
-Ok j'ai beaucoup aimé ce qui s'est passé lui dis-je.
-Moi aussi tu m'as baisé comme un dieu.
-Tu dormiras sur le ventre avec ton majeur dans ton trou pour éviter que mon sperme sorte de ton cul. Ca m'excite.
-Comme tu veux. Après ce que tu m'as fait vivre tu peux tout me demander.
Il suça mister doigt avant de le mettre dans mister anus élargi. J'étais stupéfait de la soumission de ce jeune ado que deux heures avant je ne regardais pas de la même manière.
Je souris en pensant à tout ce qui se présentait à moi dans cette optique.

La nuit j'eu beaucoup de mal à dormir. Je voyais ce gamin allongé sur le ventre, sa peau légèrement bronzée avec mister doigt fiché entre les fesses. J'avais déjà beaucoup fantasmé sur des histoires et des photos de soumission. Et là j'avais à portée de main ce beau gosse complètement soumis. Je devais apprendre le lendemain qu'il avait beaucoup fantasmé sur ce moment. La pensée de Stéphanie me revint en tête mais cette pensée était de courte durée. Je me mis doucement sur Clem et lui retira mister doigt. Il émit un petit gémissement de surprise. Je lui remis un peu de vaseline sur ce trou qui s'était légèrement refermé autour de mister doigt. Un filet de sperme s'échappa de sa rondelle. Je posa mon gland et m'enfonça tout de go. Il poussa un cri, ce qui lui valut une claque sur ses fesses. En effet mister anus le brûlait un peu. J'attendis quelques minutes le temps qu'il s'habitue un peu a ma bite qui allait désormais être la seule maîtresse de mister trou à plaisir. Puis je commençais un lent va et vient. Clem commença très vite à s'habituer à mister traitement et soupira de plus en plus fort au rythme de mes coups qui commencèrent à se faire de plus en plus violents. Son anus émettait des bruits spongieux dû à mon sperme tassé au fond de ses intestins. Ses pieds nus caressaient mes jambes. Je ne fus pas long à venir et lui éjacula encore une dose impressionnante de semence au fond de sa boîte à caca. Je me penchais sur lui essoufflé.
-A partir de maintenant, ta vie va changer Clem. On a passé le point de non retour.
-C'est tellement bon. Ca fait longtemps que je rêve de ce moment. J'ai envie d'être ta chose.
-Tu sais ce que ça veut dire ? Lui dis-je.
Il y eu un moment de silence puis j'entendis un « oui « à peine audible.
-quoi lui dis je en le tirant doucement par les cheveux.
-Oui maître. J'ai envie d'être à toi, d'être à la place de ma conne de sour.
Il fallait vraiment que je puisse asseoir mon autorité afin que ce qui se passait ne soit pas interprété comme un accident d'une nuit.
-Tu me vouvoieras désormais ok ? Dis-je d'un ton autoritaire.
-Oui je vous vouvoierez, dit-il encore sur mister nuage
-Bien reste sur le ventre et remet ton majeur gauche dans ta chatte. Désormais ça sera ton « bouche trou » jusqu'à nouvel ordre. Et interdiction de le laver sans mon autorisation. Maintenant dormons car demain il faut se lever tôt.
Docilement il reprit la pose demandée et je sombrais dans un sommeil profond.
Le lendemain je fus réveillé par une odeur de café. Clem vint m'apporter un café et des biscottes au lit. Mon regard croisa le sien mais il baissa les yeux.
-Tenez j'ai préparé le petit dej.
Agréablement surpris qu'il me vouvoie, j'en déduisis qu'il était sérieux cette nuit et qu'il voulait aller jusqu'au bout.
-Tu t'es levé et tu as retiré ton doigt sans mon accord souillon ?
-Mais je pensais bien faire ! Me répondis Clem affolé.
-Cela te vaudra une punition mais nous verrons cela plus tard esclave. Nous n'avons pas trop le temps. Montre ton doigt.
Il me tendit mister majeur gauche qui exhalait une lointaine odeur d'anus. Je lui montrais ma satisfaction.
-Nous verrons tout ça quand tu rentreras ce soir. Pour toi pas de petit dej. A présent le sperme de ton maître sera ton unique petit dej. Je me mis assis, le sexe bandé par l'excitation de la situation. Clem qui était toujours nu posa le plateau sur le lit se mis a genou et goba ma bite. Sa langue jouait maladroitement avec mon gland et ses doigts jouaient avec mes testicules. Je voyais ma hampe disparaître entre ses lèvres d'abord doucement puis de plus en plus vite. Je jouis très vite de pareil traitement dans sa bouche. Clem mis ses mains dans le dos, me regarda et ouvrit bien grand sa bouche pour que je vois bien la purée blanche maculant sa bouche. Puis la ferma et dégluti avec une petite grimace avant de bien rouvrir sa bouche pour me montrer qu'il avait tout avalé.
-Allez habille toi tu vas être en retard. Mais sans caleçon lui dis-je .
Deux secondes après il sortait de la salle de bain et parti en me donnant un baiser.
Une fois seul je me dis que la situation était totalement irréelle, mais j'étais heureux de ce que je vivais avec le petit frère de ma copine.
Je décidai donc de consacrer cette journée aux préparatifs de la soirée. Je décidais d'appeler sa mère pour la rassurer. Je lui proposais d'héberger Clément jusqu'à la fin de semaine prétextant quelques sorties avec lui et je lui ai proposé de le ramener dimanche. Caro, sa mère n'émis pas d'objection et amusée que je m'entende si bien avec mister fils m'expliqua que l'an prochain il devrait venir sur Paris pour ses études. Saisissant l'occasion je lui expliquais que dans ce cas il n'y aurait pas de problème et que dormir chez moi reviendrait moins cher qu'une chambre hors de prix. Caroline me dit qu'elle allait en parler à mister mari et à Clem mais que cela risquait de rendre jalouse Stéphanie. Je n'y pensais quasiment plus. une fois le téléphone raccroché, j'englouti mon petit dej et partis faire quelques courses à Pigalle. J'y achetais des menottes, un gode, du lubrifiant pimenté, un collier noir en cuir et sa laisse, une barre d'écartement et un plug large de 5 cm environ et enfin un anneau à orteil et un cock ring. J'avoue que ces petits achats avaient fait mal au porte monnaie mais j'étais convaincu que ça en valait le coups.
En rentrant je fis un tour sur le Web pour chercher des conseils SM, et des genres de contrats d'esclavage. J'en rédigeais un que je soumettrai à Clem ce soir quand il rentrera.
Tout était prêt pour faire définitivement basculer Clem dans l'esclavage.

Merci

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Chuck & I (and Roger)


I had just come on duty at the Colony theater one day and was just exiting the small, closet-like room where the ushers changed into their uniforms when I saw Roger come in the theater. When he saw me, Roger hurried to my side and, with a hand gripping my shoulder possessively, exclaimed, "hey, kid! Howya doin?" Not waiting for an answer, he added, "I talked to Chuck today! He called me from some place up in New York. Said he was being shipped to Germany, or some place over there. You hear from him?"

The surprise that he had called Roger and not myself must have shown on my face, for Roger's tone changed from enthusiastic to sympathetic. "You hadn't heard from him, huh? Guess he didn't have the time. I'm sure he was thinking of you, though."

I'm sure it wasn't my imagination, for I was sure that I saw Roger wink when he uttered his last sentence. But I could never be sure with Roger. He was always unfathomable to me, although we rarely spoke other than to say 'hi' or 'how you doing' when we saw each other in the theater. I had noticed a definite change in his attitude ever since that day when Chuck had taken me up to the projection booth, however. He had always been somewhat stand-offish prior to that day, but after Chuck had me give Roger a blow job that day in the booth, Roger had been almost friendly. He never mentioned that day in the booth to me, so I had always assumed that either he had promised Chuck he wouldn't or my servicing him was just a one-time thing.

Roger squeezed my shoulder and confided, "Chuck and I had a real good talk and I'll tell you about it later if you'll come up to the booth. But right now, I better get to work! I have to get that movie loaded." Roger looked searchingly in my eyes and almost whispered, "see you later, kid?"

I could only nod as my mind was attempting to decipher Roger's hidden meaning about the talk he had with Chuck. The way he had said it, I had the feeling that Chuck had told him some things about me, things that weren't common knowledge, possibly stories about things he had made me do. I felt my face color at the thought of Roger, or anyone else for that matter, knowing some of the things I had done with Chuck before he had left for the army. I finally managed to power the thoughts out of my mind and headed up the ramp to do my pre-movie check of the theater, making sure the floor was clean, all the exits were shut, and the aisle lights were all working.

The movie was about half over when I suddenly remembered that Roger had asked me to come up to the booth so he could tell me about his talk with Chuck. After making one final check of the theater and ascertaining I wasn't needed on the floor at that time, I made my way up the steep ramp to the back of the theater and then went around the wall which divided the entrance to the booth from the seats in the balcony. I softly rapped on the door and, after an uncertain moment, the door opened, spilling the projector light out onto the small area leading to the booth.

Roger held the door open and whispered, "c'mon in, kid. Hurry up."

I quickly stepped up the two steps into the booth and heard the door shut behind me and then heard the tell-tale sound of the lock being closed with a click. I turned to look at Roger and asked, "uh, what did Chuck have to say, Roger? Is he liking it in the army?"

With one word, Roger answered my questions, "relax". It took several seconds for the almost-forgotten command which Chuck had used on me numerous times to sink in. I hadn't heard that singular work for months. For a long time after Chuck had left, I longed to hear that one word, that one key that released my inhibitions, my submissiveness. And now, now I hear it from an unexpected source. My mind battled very briefly with decision...should I continue the farce I had with Chuck, or admit the truth? The decision was made in a split second when I heard Roger speak again. "On your knees, cock-sucker. Take my dick out and kiss it." The very power with which Roger had spoken made the decision for me....I LOVED being commanded.

Without any further hesitation, or even thought, I obeyed Roger's command and sunk to my knees. I felt a comfort, a warmth envelop me as I reached out with my hands and opened Roger's pants with an almost-familiarity as though I had completed the same task many, many times. Once I had his pants open, I worked a hand through the zippered opening and gently persuaded Roger's rapidly-expanding cock to peek it's head out in the open. I quickly leaned forward and kissed the soft flesh passionately, my tongue caressing the leaking head, coating my taste buds with the sexual elixer. I was thrilled with the immediate response as Roger's cock hardened and I began to slady it with kisses. I could hear Roger unfastening his belt and then push his pants down to his knees and waited for his next command, longed for his next command, my whole being wanting to envelop his cock with my mouth, to love it like I had Chuck's.

It was a short wait as I heard Roger groan, "mmm, yes, god, it's been so long. Suck it, kid. Suck my dick. Show me how you love it." And I did. I did love it. I showed it when I quickly, without preamble, swallowed the entire length of at least seven inches, possibly eight, holding it lodged in my throat as I used my tongue to lathe his nut sack. When my brain told me I needed air, I slowly backed off the rippled meat until just the head remained in my hot mouth where my tongue agonizingly teased every centimeter of the rubbery head, flicking at the glans relentlessly before once again plunging down the length and burying it in my throat.

"Oh, kid, you've learned to suck cock GOOD! You're better than the first time. Man! Jeezuss!" Roger began to fuck my face energetically while he held my head, his fingers affectionately weaving through my hair. My much-improved technique soon proved too much for him for suddenly he held my head in place with his cock fully buried in my throat as I felt several hot spurts of thick cum running down my gullet. Roger's legs began to shake as his cock emptied his supply of cum and he backed off slightly until his still-oozing dick head was resting on my tongue. I took the opportunity to breathe deeply while I lovingly siphoned the last of his juice out of the rapidly-deflating appendage. Soon, though, the sensitive head caused Roger to push my mouth off of his cock with the admonition, "that's enough, kid. You can stop now."

Playing the game, I remained on my knees while Roger tucked his cock back in his briefs and pulled up his pants. Roger looked down at me and patted me on the head, "you can get up now, my lovely dick-sucker."

I got to my feet, unsure of what I should do next, whether to continue playing the role of magictized slut or confess my ruse. The submissive side of me decided on the former, a part of me realizing that I could never do all that might be demanded of myself unless I continued the role I had always practiced with Chuck. So I stood there with a blank look on my face, supposedly awaiting my next command.

It took Roger a couple of minutes to realize why I hadn't said anything or appeared like I was ready to leave the small room. "Oh, yeh, that's right...you're waiting for further instructions, aren't you?"

I wasn't sure if a truly magictized permister would reply to theoretical question, but I decided I should just in case. "Yes, sir. I am ready for your next command."

Evidently, Roger wasn't too familiar with magictized subjects either, for he grinned and then instructed, "very well, kid. You are to report here every day and ask how you can serve me. You will not remember that I gave you this instruction, but will act on it instinctively. You are now my sex slave whenever I want and will obey whenever and wherever I command. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, sir. I understand, sir. I will obey your every command."

Roger stood there a moment thoughtfully rubbing his chin while studying me. "I know you will. Right now you will drop your pants and underwear and show me your ass."

The command surprised me, for Roger had not shown any interest in fucking me, but I knew I had to obey his order or confess my ruse, so I methodically unfastened my pants and pushed both them and my boxer shorts down to my ankles. Roger stepped behind me and, pushing my starched shirt up, ran his hand over my ass, even squeezed one cheek. "Mmm, nice and smooth," he muttered. "Like a baby's butt. Or maybe a woman's ass. Are you a woman, boy?"

I dropped to my knees in front of Roger and, right before enveloping his stained cock with my mouth, I answered obediently, "yes, sir. I will do it without being told." The taste was offensive, but I rationalized it was no different than rimming a man's hole and I was doing it for the man who I wanted to please above all else. So I cleaned the wrinkling meat with enthusiasm, using my tongue to get into every crevice and wrinkle, burying my mouth all the way to Roger's wiry pubic hairs.

As I cleaned Roger's delicious meat, I felt it grow in my mouth and, instinctively, I began to suck on it, my body craving the taste of cum. But I was to be deprived as Roger pushed my mouth off his cock and chuckled, "not now, slut, my little cock sucker. I've got work to do."

I stayed on my knees, my attention still focused on Roger's cock until he bent over and picked up his clothing and began to dress. Seeing me remaining on my knees, Roger advised, "you can get up and get dressed now, bitch." I silently did as he told me, zombie-like dressing, knowing I had to wait for further instructions or release from my supposed-magictized state. When I was finished dressing, Roger touched my cheek affectionately and confided, "I have plans for you, my sweet. This coming Tuesday. We're both off that day and you are to come to my apartment at eight o'clock that night. You will remember nothing of what has happened here this evening except that it has made you feel good and you have an overwhelming desire to please me. You will also remember that I live at 420 Southwest Third Street, apartment 201. You will not know why you are there, only that you have to be there. Knock softly on the door and wait. Do you understand, cock sucker?"

Robotically, I replied, "yes, sir. I understand, sir."

"Good," Roger whispered hoarsely before clapping his hands.

Having played the role so many times, I quickly reacted by appearing to have awakened from a deep relax. "How you feeling, kid? Enjoy your nap?"

"I feel fine, Roger. Good, actually. I must have needed that nap. Sorry I wasn't much company. I don't know what happened, but I must have been really tired."

"Oh, you were great company," Roger smiled, thinking that only he was aware of the double meaning. "You better get to work now before the boss comes looking for you."

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Tuesday afternoon I spent a couple of hours getting ready for my 'date' that night. I was really looking forward to an evening with Roger at his apartment. No worries about someone or something interrupting us, about having to get back to my work before the boss came looking for me. In reality, I was just looking forward to being Roger's sex slave...possibly as much or more than I had with Chuck. Roger possessed the maturity and experience that Chuck had lacked and, although Chuck had been my first love, I felt that I would enjoy sexual delights and experiences that only an older man could provide. So I spent a couple of hours grooming myself for the new man in my life. I bathed, washed my hair, and shaved, first my face as close as possible and then the few hairs on my chest and my entire pubic area. When I had shaved around my cock and balls I had looked at myself in the full length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door and was surprised at how being clean-shaven there made my body look ten years younger, almost feminine except for the tiny appendage that for some reamister now seemed to be smaller. I smiled at the image and fervently hoped that Roger would like it, liked how his 'woman' now looked. Yes, his "woman", his slut, his pussy, his bitch. I thought of Roger's terms for me with a sense of pride, a happiness that he could feel that way about me.

At eight o'clock sharp I softly rapped my knuckles on apartment 201, my heart beating loudly in my ears, my breathing coming in nervous gasps, the anticipation of pleasures building as I waited for Roger to open the door. It seemed to take forever before the door opened and I had almost built up the courage to knock once more, but Roger finally opened the door, smiling warmly at me. He didn't step aside to let me enter as I expected, but joined me in the hall, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, kid. Glad you're right on time. Have any trouble finding the place?"

I shuffled nervously from one foot to the other as I answered, "naw, it was easy. I knew right where it was." I didn't confess that I had driven by the apartment building that morning so that I would be sure where Roger lived, not wanting to be late by searching for his place.

"Good, kid. That's good." Roger put one hand on my shoulder and stared into my eyes briefly, then almost whispered, "relax".

I was so relieved to hear Roger speak our magic word, the word which would allow me to be all that he wanted of me, to do as he commanded, to relieve me of all responsibilities for my actions. I immediately adapted the pose and appearance of his magictized slave, staring straight ahead, my face devoid of any sign of emotion.

Roger caressed my cheek with the back of his hand and asked, "are you my bitch? And will you do everything I tell you?"

"Yes. Yes, sir, I am your bitch and I will do everything you tell me," I answered in a monotone.

With a grin, Roger opened the door and, with a hand possessively on my ass, guided me into his apartment, firmly closing the door behind himself and locking it. Standing just inside the room, I discreetly surveyed my surroundings, noticing that the room was sparsely furnished, obviously just an efficiency, with a small kitchen to the right and the sitting area to the left. The sitting area, or living room, contained a worn sofa with a coffee table in front of it and a easy chair to the side. What was surprising, and it took some effort for me to not reveal my surprise, was that two men sat on the sofa, both of them holding takes and smilingly appraising me. One was about the same age as Roger with a full head of sandy-hair, a face that revealed countless hours in the sun, wrinkled and tanned. Beside him was one of the blackest men I had ever seen. Black, and big. Not fat-type big, but big with muscles. And tall. Either he was very tall, or the man beside him was short, as he was at least a head taller than the sandy-haired man. The black raised his glass in a salute at either me or Roger with a knowing smirk and an approving smile.

"See what I mean, fellas?" Roger queried. "Ain't he everything I told you?"

Sandy shot back, "yeh, but will he do anything you tell him? Anything we want?"

The black chimed in, "yeh, Roger. I don't believe the cuckolds brownie you been telling us. This kid don't look like the slut you were promising."

Roger appeared to take offence at the black's inference that he had been lying to them, for he turned to me and demanded, "bitch, will you do anything I, or my friends, tell you to do?"

Robotically, I answered softly, "yes, sir. I will do anything I am told. I must obey."

Sandy leaned forward in his seat, rubbing his rough hands together, "make him prove it, Rog. I gotta see it to believe it."

Roger snickered, "slut, strip for us. Prove you will do as told."

Without looking at any of the men, I first kicked off my loafers and then pulled my polo shirt over my head. I was more than a little nervous about what the men had in store for me, particularly concerning the big black man. I hadn't ever had any form of sex with a black, male or female, and like a typical southern boy, held the same mythical beliefs concerning black men. That, as well as the taboo widely held by whites having any interracial intimacy with blacks. Despite my nervousness, I was able to undo the belt to my slacks and lower the zipper before letting the material drop to my ankles, revealing my tanned body standing before three men staring lewdly at me in my white cotton briefs. I stepped out of the pants pooling at my feet and quickly pushed my briefs down over my hips and letting them fall. I kicked them aside and stood still, fully nude and awaited Roger's next command.

"Crawl over to Julius and bury your head in his crotch, bitch. Show my black friend that you will do anything he tells you."

I dropped to my knees and a part of me appreciated the offense Roger was now submitting me to, making me crawl like the true slave I was. As I started across the narrow room towards the man named Julius, he kicked the coffee table aside with a grin and spread his muscular legs wide in anticipation of the young white boy following Roger's orders. I didn't disappoint him or Roger, for as soon as I had crawled between the out-stretched legs, I buried my head face first into the man's crotch, even nuzzling the growing bulge between his legs with my lips. From the size of the bulge, I could tell that Julius must have an extra large cock and wondered if I could fit it in my mouth. Also, I noticed that Julius had a musky smell unlike any other man I had known. Not unpleasant, but different. Sexually musky. Even empowering.

I sensed rather than saw, Julius undo his belt and then he ordered in a husky voice, "undo my pants, bitch. Take my cock out."

Raising my head slightly, I used both hands to unfasten the metal button to his jeans and then pull the zipper down. Once his jeans were unzipped, Julius pushed the material aside, revealing that he didn't have on any underwear. Instead, his belly was covered by a curly, kinky growth of hair that seemed to run on down to his pubic region. I felt the stiff hair of his belly with one hand while working my other hand down inside his pants to grip his hardening cock. I was immediately impressed with the thickness of his staff, barely able to reach my fingers around it. I had to more the hard meat to the side in order to get it out of the restraining cloth, finally having to use the other hand to push more of the jeans aside. I was mesmerized by the black snake once it was fully out in the open. Veins were already beginning to form around the dark brown skin and a lighter-colored head was starting to peak above the uncircumcised staff. A copious drop of precum nestled in the pee-slit and I had to resist the temptation to lick it up, to taste it. But I had enough control to know that I had to await my next command.

And it came quickly, "kiss the head, slut, you cock-sucking bitch."

I didn't need another invitation, now curious as to what this man tasted like. Were black's precum different? I had to know. So I leaned forward, inhaling his scent, and licked the slit with fervor, drawing the small pond of fluid onto my tongue. The taste ignited me and I licked the head again and again, wanting so badly to taste some more of his elixir.

Julius boomed with delighted laughter, "heh, heh, the slut likes my juice. Oh, yeh, Roger, you were so-o-o right! This is one hot bitch." He grasped his cock with one hand and slapped me across the cheeks with it, then ordered, "suck it, cunt. Suck my cock good and I'll give you even more love juice." Even as Julius spoke, he began to push his jeans on over his hips and down his thighs as far as he could, uncovering a tremendous pair of nuts which were beginning to tighten up against his underside.

My ass was beginning to feel sore from the constant friction on my opening when Julius finally gave me relief, gripping me by under my knees and folding me in half as he held me still on his cock and emptied another load inside me, the heat from his load feeling like it was entering my stomach. When he released me, I fell forward off his lap in a heap on the floor, my ass still slightly elevated. I could hear laughter from the three men along with comments on how much fun they had had and how they would have to do it again.

That was the last I heard before I fell into a deep dream, a dream filled with cocks of various sizes and buckets of cum. Somewhere along the way of my journey in the world of relax, I began to dream that I was a woman and a man without a face was fucking me from behind. He was holding me tightly with his arms around my chest and was squeezing and pinching my nipples while he was rocking my body with hammering thrusts of his cock, the longest cock I had ever seen, easily the length of one of my arms and just as thick and muscular. Then, through my half-conscious mind, I realized it wasn't a dream, but blissful reality. As my mind came into focus, I understood that I was not a woman and the cock inside me was not as long as my arm, but everything else about my dream was very, very real.

Suddenly, I felt a mouth bite down on my shoulder and, from the immediate pain, I knew the teeth had broken my skin. I squirmed to see who my biting attacker might be, but couldn't see his face as he buried it in the crook of my neck where he began to suck on the skin, certainly creating a hicky, his mark to show all that he had claimed me as his.

Then the unseen face spoke, "heh, heh, Roger. Your little fuck toy woke up. Now he can suck this load of cum his ass is building up in me."

I heard Roger laugh from somewhere across the room, "go ahead, Virgil. You can make him do anything you want. Just like I told you."

Virgil was grunting with his exhausting thrusts into my ass, but he still managed to thank his benefactor. "Mmm, Roger, thank you, thanks, man. Ain't had no pussy in months and this, puff, puff, is just as good. You are, unhhh, the best damn neighbor."

My sore asshole was pummeled a couple more minutes before Virgil suddenly pulled his cock out of my clenching hole with a popping sound. He roughly turned me over on my back and straddled my body, then slid forward until his cock was dangling over my head. "Open up, you sweet cunt. I gotta load for you." Before I could open my mouth enough to accept his cock it began to squirt stringy strands of yellowish-white cum on my face until he gripped it and stuck it in my mouth, rapidly sinking the full six inches inside. That was when I believed him when he had told Roger that he hadn't had any pussy in months. Evidently, he hadn't jerked off, either, for his cock was ejaculating more cum than any two men I knew and I had to struggle to swallow all of it to keep from strangling on the thick goo.

Finally, Virgil pulled his cock out of my mouth and used it to mop up the strands of cum he had deposited on my face and then fed it to me, gleefully enjoying the depravity of the action. "Hee, hee, Roger, your cocksucker sure does like cum, doesn't he?"

"Uh-huh, he sure does. I'm not sure I can find enough guys to satisfy him, but it sure is fun trying."

"Well, you can call on me any time you need someone with a full load."

"I'll do that, Virgil. I sure will. Fact is, if you gather up a few of your friends, I'll let you have him some night. I'd love to see him gang-banged."

"Damn, that would be fun!" Virgil exclaimed. "I'd like to get some pics of him getting it both ends, too." Virgil stood up and started putting on his pants, all the while looking down at me as though I was a piece of meat, a toy he could use and use. "You know, Roger, I think I can get together six or seven guys from work. Hell, everyone of them are pussy hounds. Wouldn't matter to them if it's male or female."

Roger and Virgil walked to the door and, as Roger opened the door, he clapped Virgil on the back, "okay, then, Virgil. You get them together and we'll set it up. We could probably even sell some pics of him getting screwed to one of them men's magazines."

Virgil laughed as he left the apartment and I could still hear him laughing even after Roger had closed his door. Roger looked at me with a studied gaze for a moment and then commented, "damn, if old Virgil don't have an idea. You only had four men tonight, but I bet you could handle lots more than that." Roger sat in the easy chair near where I still remained on the floor on my back but with my legs drawn up slightly. "Whatcha think, slut? Think you would like that? Would you like me to let a bunch of guys have you? You going to do like I say?"

The multiple questions coming one after another were too many for me to answer. Besides, I wasn't sure how I should answer. I didn't want to alienate Roger, but wanted to please him above all else. I didn't know exactly how I felt about being used by several men, either. I had to admit to myself that I did enjoy pleasing several men tonight, but wasn't sure if I would feel the same with even more men. All I could do was answer Roger's last question. "Yes, sir. I will always do as you command me."

Roger smacked his knee with delight, "hot, damn! You sure are going to be fun, girl. I have all kinds of things planned for you. And you will do everything I want. I'm going to have you doing things that would embarrass a whore and you're going to love every minute of it."

Chapter 2—Training the Bitch

This is written a little differently than Chapter 1, but I hope that you find it interesting. Also, this is a series. It helps to read the stories in order to fully understand. Enjoy!

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I awaken to the smell of coffee brewing. I feel stiff from being on the floor all night and begin to stretch.

"Good morning, slave." you say to me.

I still refuse to accept my new status and ignore your comment. I feel the need to urinate and attempt to stand in order to go to the bathroom. I had forgotten that I am chained to the living room pillar.

"Please, can I use the toilet?"

You laugh while pointing to the bucket that I had used to piss in last night. The piss and cum from last night's **** is still in the bucket. I have no choice. The pressure of my full bladder is more than I can take. I squat over the bucket and relieve myself as you watch my every move.

Once finished, I try to shake to get all of the piss off of me. I go to stand and I feel a sharp pain across my tits.

"You will remain on all fours, slave." you say as you whip my tits.

"FUCK YOU!"

"Oh, this is getting old, slut. When are you going to behave?" I feel the sting across my nipples. I wince in pain, regretting my statement. After several more blows across my nipples, you hook a lead to my collar and tell me it's time to go for a walk.

I assume you are going to parade me around the house, displaying your trophy in private. However, when you have me heel and walk outside, fear strikes me. I am completely naked, except for a collar and leash.

I try to stand again, in an attempt to go back inside. You shove me back down and spit in my face. "You will learn to obey me."

You walk me around outside. "Now, good bitches piss and cuckolds brownie outside. I am going to housetrain you now." I am appalled that you called me a bitch! I am not! I am doing this against my will----or am I? The excitement of being used makes my pussy wet.

"Sniff around to find a good spot," you tell me. I put my face near the ground and smell. "No, bitch, face down," as you use your foot to push my head down to rest on the ground. "This is how you sniff for a spot."

I feel the cool morning dew on the grass wetting my face. You get behind me and kick my legs apart. "Piss, bitch." Being that I had just gone, I was unable to go. "Perhaps you need to cuckolds brownie instead?" you chuckle. Truth be known, I did need to defecate. However, this position made it difficult. You pull my hair to bring me upright, then push me so that I am squatting. "Shit, bitch."

There is no way I am going to defecate outside. This is not what a lady does. But am I a lady anymore? Master did spend a sizeable amount to buy me. Wait, did I just refer to him as Master? My God, what is happening to me?

"Bitch, if you don't cuckolds brownie now, I'll get the garden hose and give you an enema right here and now."

Knowing that it would be very unpleasant to experience, I do squeeze in attempt to move my bowels. I feel a movement coming. I push and push, and begin to feel the feces protruding from me. You watch me intently, knowing that this is completely humiliating for me. After several minutes, the cuckolds brownie drops to the ground.

"Good bitch. Now, let's clean you up. Heel." You walk me to the hose.

"Please, not the hose. It will be very cold."

You laugh, "Then perhaps you will accept your fate and be a good bitch." You turn on the faucet and pick up the hose. "Bend over."

"No! I will not! You cannot make me!"

"Do we really need to do this the hard way? I'm really tired of your insubordination. Last chance before you REALLY regret your choice. BEND OVER!"

Glaring at you, I bend over and wait for the cold blast of water onto my asshole. You wait several minutes, knowing that I am expecting the cold blast...teasing me. Then, I feel it. A hard, steady, icy cold stream of water, squirting hard enough that it cleans the cuckolds brownie from my asshole.

After several minutes, I am cold and in pain. I feel goosebumps all over my body; my nipples as erect as ever. You stop squirting me and direct me to heel. I get by your side and crawl beside you. We go back inside and you chain me back to the familiar pillar in the main room.

You ask, "Are you hungry?"

I do feel hungry and thirsty. The last time I had eaten was at the mall yesterday. I shake my head yes.

You disappear into the kitchen. I crawl back under the blanket, trying to get warm again. I keep thinking, "It can't get much worse."

A few minutes later, I feel my leash being attached to my collar again. "Heel." I crawl beside you to the kitchen. I see on the floor two stainless steel dog bowls. You take me over to them. One has scramred eggs in it, the other water.

"Eat your breakfast."

"I need a fork."

You laugh. "No, bitches do not use forks. Now eat. You have 3 minutes before the bowl is lifted."

You can't be serious! The pangs of hunger overwhelm me, and God only knows when I will be offered food again. I bend over, ass high in the air, and eat the eggs like a dog. You watch me the entire time while you enjoy a cup of coffee.

Once the bowl is empty, you tell me, "Lick the bowl clean."

I am getting very horny, even though I hate being treated like this. Or, is the feeling more of lust than hate? I lick the bowl clean like a good bitch.

"Good girl. Now, take a take of water."

I lap at the water. You laugh at the difficulty I have, then offer me a take of orange juice from a glass. I gratefully accept. You hold the glass and tip it while I swallow the sweet liquid.

"Thank you, Master." I see you smile at my submissive statement. "You are welcome, my little slave." I feel you tenderly touching my cheek, then run your fingers through my hair. I see that if I do what I am told, you are very good to me.

"All right, slave, today you go to the doctor for a check-up. I am going to walk you to the bathroom and you are going to shower. I will watch the entire time, since I do not trust you yet."

"Yes, Master."

"Heel." I crawl beside you to the bathroom. Once inside, you command, "Stand." Stretching feels so good. My knees hurt from being on them so much. I guess I will have to get used to it.

"You are going to an ob/gyn today for an exam. You said yesterday that you might get pregnant with me fucking your cunt. The doctor is going to check. I want my slave in the best health...and also my bred offspring. You will clean your cunt and ass well. Perhaps I'll see someone I want you to...service. Understand?"

I will NOT 'service' someone. How degrading! I am not a common slut or whore! "Yes, Master."

"I will sit on the toilet and watch. Do not try anything funny or you will not have showering privileges. You'll smell like a cum dumpster no matter where I take you. Understand?"

"Yes Master." I step into the shower and turn on the water. "Sir, may the collar be removed so that I can thoroughly wash?"

"No. The collar will always remain on you. You are mine. I own your ass, your cunt, your tits, your mouth....and everything in between." I see you slyly smile.

My attempts at just a moment of freedom were instantaneously squashed by your statement. I cannot let you know, for any future attempts may be jeopardized. I step under the water of the shower. I take the soap, smile at the clean smell of it, and begin lathering my body.

You throw a razor to me. "Shave your legs and cunt."

I comply with complete presentation. After shaving, I shampoo and condition, then rinse. I feel that I have thoroughly cleaned, but the warm water feels so good! You see that I am enjoying it a little too much and shut off the water. "That's enough for now."

You bind my hands behind my back. "This is so you don't try anything funny." You dry me off with a soft towel, patting me all over. You pull out a brush and brush my hair.

"Get down on your knees for me." I comply.

"Open your mouth." Knowing that you will stuff my face with cock, I have no choice and open my mouth and close my eyes. Surprised, I taste mint and feel a toothbrush brushing against my teeth. A tear rolls down my cheek.

"Spit into the toilet." I comply.

"Why are you crying now, slave?"

"Master, you are doing everything for me, and you are being nice to me. Thank you."

"Slave, when you comply with my demands, I will treat you well. However, disobey like you have been doing, and you will not have a pleasant time. True?"

"Yes, Master." I feel a connection to my new owner. I feel that he truly does care about me. If he had told me to jump off a bridge at that point, I would have without question.

"Now, I'm going to release your hands. You will stand and raise your arms so that I can put deodorant on you." My restraints are released and I comply. You apply deodorant to my armpits. "Arms down." I comply.

"Back on your knees. We are leaving for the doctor in one minute."

"Sir, I am naked." I am scared because being naked outside here is much different than being naked going to see a doctor.

"Yes, you are." You chuckle and reach into the cabinet under the sink.

You place a ball gag into my mouth and strap it behind my head. I feel the leash being attached to my collar again. "Heel."

I crawl beside you, to the van...that evil van from yesterday...the one that *******ped me from my life of luxury and brought me to this place of pain, misery, and ecstasy. You open the door. "Get in."

I comply, but feel very insecure with no clothing. I guess I have no clothing anymore. My dress from yesterday is cut into pieces and I was not allowed to bring anything with me. I sigh as you strap me in the van.

At the last minute, you put a blindfold on me. "This is so you do not have escape route ideas. I still do not trust you, slave."

I nod my head yes.

We begin the journey to the ob/gyn.

Chapter 3—The Ob/Gyn Visit

It feels like we have been driving for hours. Time slows when gagged, blindfolded, naked, and restrained in a vehicle. I feel the van slow then stop. I shift in my seat a little, my backside sticking to the seats.

"Settle down, slave. We're at a stoplight."

Oh my God! At a stoplight?! How many people are seeing me right now? The thought infuriates yet excites me and I feel a tingle in my pussy. Oh, please don't get horny before an ob/gyn visit!

The van starts moving again. A short time later, I feel the van make a sharp right turn and slow to a stop. I hear the engine turn off and your door open.

"We're here. I'll come around and help you out."

I wait in the van, hoping you never do come around to help me. I cannot leave the van naked. I have never been naked in public, aside from this morning's housetraining exercise. But, that was in the country. I hear cars all around and assume this has to be more urban.

I hear the door open. The blindfold is removed and my eyes take a moment to adjust to the bright sunlight. My seatbelt is unbuckled and you begin to lecture me, "I am going to trust that you are going to be good. If you try any funny business, you will severely regret it. Do you understand?"

I nod yes.

"Because this is public, you will walk like a lady."

Walk like a lady?! I have no clothing! How could I be a lady? I am nothing more than a village whore!

You leash me and walk with me to the door of the office. Like a gentleman, you open the door for me. Inside the door is a private check-in counter. To the right is the very crowded waiting room; to the left a door, presumably to the exam rooms.

"Good morning, Jeff," Greets the secretary. "I see you have a new slave. Go ahead back to the exam room and we'll get a vitals check started."

You walk me down the hallway into an exam room. I am greatly relieved that we did not have to wait in the very busy waiting room. The exam room had the standard equipment in it: sink, exam table, chair, lamp light, and cabinets. I did notice that the one wall was only a curtain.

The nurse walks in and snickers. "Jeff, I need to weigh her, take her temperature, and check her red pressure. Shall this be done with or without restraints?"

"She is not trustworthy, so she needs to be restrained," I hear you say. "Slave, heel." I get on my knees instinctively to heel.

"Did I not tell you to walk like a lady? You are not following my orders. Remember this as you will be punished later for insubordination."

The nurse snickers.

I had completely forgotten. I am so used to getting on my knees to heel. I need to start paying closer attention to what my Master expects of me.

I stand and walk beside Master and behind the nurse. She takes us into the hallway and has me stand on a scale. You are sure to watch as she weighs me.

"Jeff, this slave could go on a diet. She's too fat." She pinches my nipple as she giggles. I am totally humiliated.

"Back to the room." We walk back to the room and I sit on the exam table. The nurse affixes the red pressure cuff to my arm and pumps it up. "Blood pressure is normal. Time for temperature." I see her smile devilishly.

"Roll over," she directs me. What? What is she doing? Master sees my hesitation and gives me the dirtiest look, one that I fear seeing for I know he is displeased. I roll over onto my belly. The nurse parts my ass cheeks, spits on my asshole and shoves a thermometer up my ass with only spit as lube. It hurts and I wince. I hear the nurse snicker. "Ass virgin still, Jeff? How long have you had her?"

"Only one day, not even a full one at that," you reply.

The thermometer beeps and the nurse removes it from my asshole. "Normal temp. Ok, turn back over onto your back and put your feet in the stirrups."

I comply, thinking it is odd that she is having me get in position now rather than wait for the doctor to come in. Remembering the busy waiting room, I assume that the doctor is very busy and rushes visits. At least, I hope this is the case.

I feel my legs being restrained to the stirrups. My arms are stretched over my head and restrained. "This is so he can do a breast exam." I feel my nipples getting hard from the cooler room or from the excitement of being restrained. I am becoming such a slut—to find pleasure in an ob/gyn visit.

"Ok, I'll insert the speculum now. Relax." I feel the cold metal invade my pussy hole. I then feel the instrument expanding, pushing the walls of my pussy further and further apart. I feel her locking the contraption into place.

"All right, you're all ready for the doc." I watch her as she goes over to the curtain wall and pull the curtain open. There are at least 10 people standing there in white lab coats, looking at me. I feel the redness set in from embarrassment. You chuckle.

Off to the side of the group was the doctor. He is a man in his late 50's, chubby, balding. He comes in and starts asking you questions about me.

"Last cuckold women cycle?"

"Well, she complained last night that I could get her pregnant."

"Hmm..." He pulls out a calendar and starts counting days. He jots down his findings in his notes.

"If she is pregnant, Jeff, do you want me to abort it?"

I look at you, tears in eyes. Even that word, abort, is too much for me to take.

"No, doc, I'm going to breed her. If she has boys, they will become powerful Doms like me. If she has girls, they will bring in some money later on."

"Ok." The doctor keeps writing his notes. I look at you with an expression of thanks, although the thought of my flowers becoming whores is a little unnerving. I will have to cross that bridge when and if that happens.

You smile and wink at me; I know that you approve of my current behavior of complete presentation. It's hard not to be submissive, strapped to a table with a speculum shoved up inside of my cunt.

"Does she feel threatened or unsafe in her home environment?" I feel a cold piercing look from you.

"Answer by shaking your head, slave," you command me.

I shake my head no, but very gently. I watch the doctor write his notes.

"Ok, time for the exam. Jeff, do we need to do a **** kit?"

"Yes, I ****d her last night. Clean her out well."

I feel the doctor start the breast exam. He rolls my ample tits around and around, then plays with my nipples. He squeezes them and pulls them, as if he is trying to milk me. This goes on for several minutes, all while the medical students watch with amazement.

The doctor then goes down to my twat. I feel something tickling my insides, as he is doing the **** kit. Minutes later, the testing is over, but the speculum remains in. The doctor pulls the light closer to my exposed cunt and looks deep inside. "Her cervix does not look thick, which would indicate pregnancy, but it may be too early too. Make sure she is taking her vitamins."

"She will," you respond.

I cry because my jaw is beginning to hurt from being open for so long. You ask me if I hurt. I nod yes. "If I release the gag, you will be good, right?" I nod yes. The ball gag is removed and I am greatly relieved once I am able to relax my jaw.

"Doc, I want her to milk. Is there something you can prescribe to get her started making milk like a cow?"

I hear the nurse and some of the med students laugh. The doctor hands you some pills. "These should start the process. She needs lots of massage of the breast to stimulate milk production."

"Oh, I won't have any problem 'massaging' her tits," you chuckle. Everyone in the room laughs.

The doctor removes the speculum and sticks his fingers into my cunt for an internal manual exam. While his fingers are inside of me, he palpitates my abdomen. "Everything feels VERY good," he removes his fingers from my twat, smiling.

The doctor stands and says, "Now Jeff, how do you intend to pay for today's services?"

You look at me and smile.

NO! NO WAY! I am NOT going to 'pleasure' the doctor!

The doctor smiles and starts to undo his belt.

"Please, Master, no. I might get pregnant and I only want to breed your youngren, Master."

I see that you are shocked at my statement. "Hold on, doc. I'll pay cash."

"Damn, are you sure?" Poor doc looked a little upset.

"Yeah, I really don't like to share my slave so early in training." What was that supposed to mean?!

The nurse begins to undo my restraints and I stretch my legs. You walk over to me and put the leash back on me. "Heel, my good slave."

We walk out to the reception area where you pay the bill as I stand in the corner, trying to be unseen by those in the busy waiting room.

"Ok, Jeff. Have a great day! Call us if you need anything," the receptionist was a little too loud for my comfort.

You walk me out to the van and fasten my seatbelt, then stroke my hair. "You were a good girl in there, for the most part." I look into his eyes and smile. "Thank you, Master." The blindfold is applied to me and we begin our journey back to the cabin.

Chapter 4—The Visitor

We arrive at the cabin. I remain still while you get out of the van and come to my side to assist me. Once unbuckled, you grab my leash and say, "Heel." I get down to my knees and heel beside you.

You walk me around the yard, parading me and showing me off to the trees and birds. I feel the need to...sniff around. "Master, before we go back inside, may I please pee?"

I see you smile. "Why of course, my little bitch. Good girl!" You stroke my hair like a real dog. I sniff, find a spot, spread my legs and let my bladder go.

"Holy hell, bitch, you had to piss!" You move to be in front of me and pull my head up to your awaiting cock. I begin sucking it as I am peeing.

Once finished, I remain in the position. You get behind me and rub your cock on my pussy lips. I feel you start to doggy-style fuck me. I feel the ball gag being shoved into my mouth from behind. You pull my hair to power my head up as you continue to ride my pussy.

Moments later, I feel you pull out and rub your cock on my asshole. "Nnnnoooo!!!!!!!!" I try to yell through the gag. I have never had anything put inside my ass, aside from the thermometer earlier at the doctor's office. I wiggle my hips in attempts to get away.

SLAP! I feel your hand hit my ass hard. "Settle down, bitch!"

"Nnnooo!!! Peeze!!!" I yell again through the gag. You remove the gag. "What the fuck is your problem, bitch?!"

"Master, please, not my ass. I have never been...fucked...there." I try to plead for mercy.

"Really? You're an ass virgin? No fucking way!" I feel you finger my asshole. It is unpleasant, but thrilling at the same time. "Holy fuck, you are so tight! Shit, you're worth a fortune!"

Not knowing what you mean, I look over my shoulder to you and thank you for showing mercy. I feel you slide your cock back inside of my wet slit while fingering my virgin hole.

A few minutes later, you cum into me, exploding your seed into my fertile womb. I hear you grunt and give one final thrust into me, holding my hips with both hands. When you finish depositing your cum into my cunt, you pull out and step around so that your cock is again in my face.

"Clean me up, bitch."

I begin to lick my cunt juice from your cock. I suck your cock and I feel a warm, disgusting stream coming from it. What the hell?! You are pissing in my mouth!

I pull back and gag. You continue to piss in my face as I gag. You pull my face back into your groin and continue relieving yourself into my mouth. I gag several times and manage to vomit once.

"You will learn to love my piss. You are going to be my toilet. Anytime I need to piss, your mouth will service me. You will learn to swallow like a good whore." You finally finish and slap the last few drops out of your cock onto my face.

I continue to gag. "Master, that is the vilest tasting..."

You laugh. "Just wait before you say anything more, slut." You wipe your cock all over my face, then tuck it back inside of your pants.

"Heel." I crawl by your side to the garden hose. You begin to hose me down, rinsing the piss from my face and body. The cold water is causing my nipples to harden, to the point where they are extremely painful. I grab my tits in pain. You laugh, "Slut needs fucked again? Playing with your tits...and without permission!"

I feel the hose nozzle being directed between my legs. "Open your legs, cunt." I hesitate. I feel the full blast of cold water directly in my face. "CUNT, I TOLD YOU OPEN YOUR LEGS!" I open my legs as I sob.

You shove the hose nozzle up my twat. Oh God, no! Not this! This is going to hurt and be cold! I feel a cold, hard stream entering my hole. I cry in pain and end up getting my ass beat with your belt.

"Push it out." I sense some irritation in your voice. I push and cold water mixed with semen flow out of me onto the ground.

"You are such a fucking whore. Heel." Dripping wet, I crawl beside you to the front door. "We are getting company later. You will greet them like a real bitch does, right?"

I nod my head yes.

I feel the sharp pain of your belt on my ass again. "Answer me!"

"Yes, Master." I wince.

You tie me to the post lantern by the entrance sidewalk. Luckily, it is shaded so the sun won't be a problem. However, having someone come while I am tied naked to a light...well, I guess I am getting used to it.

You go inside and leave me tied. I try to sit on the sidewalk, but the chain is not long enough. Not only that, but my ass is on fire from the belt beating. I have a choice of sitting on the sharp gravel or kneeling half on the gravel and half on the sidewalk. I try to get comfortable. My is hair drenched; my body cold and wet. I am very horny and anxious to see who the guest is. I hope for a police officer or someone to take me away...

About an hour later, I hear a van pull up the drive. I see you in the doorway, inside the cabin, watching me. "Bark, bitch!" I begin to bark like a dog.

The driver of the van parks and gets out. They hesitate a moment, then begin walking my way. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen is walking towards me. She had been driving the van. Tall, dark, piercing eyes, gorgeous body...she had it all. She gets inches away from me as I continue barking.

"Ah, such a good bitch." She thrusts her crotch into my face. HOW HUMILIATING! I have never, EVER done that with a woman. But, I graciously sniff her crotch like a good bitch. I want to lick her so badly...I want to taste her.

She kicks me to the side and goes to you. You and she embrace and kiss a passionate kiss. "Jeff, dear, so good to see you again! I see you have a new bitch in training." She smirks in my direction.

"Did you bring yours?" Puzzled, I dare not ask what you mean.

"Oh yes, in the back of the van. But I think you and I should have a little 'fun' first, don't you?"

"Oh, Dana, you always could read my mind." So, this beauty's name is Dana.

"Shall we bring the bitch along?" Dana asks while looking at me.

"Your choice, my dear."

Dana comes over to me, undoes the tie, and commands me to heel. I crawl beside the beauty. I feel very inferior next to her. She takes me inside and commands me to stand in front of the fire place.

I watch as you and Dana make out on the couch in front of me. I see that either you two are truly in love with each other or both are extremely horny. As you nuzzle and fondle and undress each other, Dana asks me, "So, bitch, horny yet?"

"Yes, Ma'am." I reply.

"You will address her as Mistress Dana, slut." You glare at me for my lack of manners.

"Sorry, Master. Yes, Mistress Dana, I am horny."

"How do you know? You didn't touch yourself to check yet!"

I reach down between my legs and feel the slimy wetness of my readiness.

"Lick your fingers now." Mistress Dana is very demanding. I taste myself on my fingers. I delight in the taste of my own pussy and happily slurp my fingers in an effort to get every last drop of my cum, for Mistress.

Mistress Dana giggles, "Bitch, get your filthy cunt over here NOW!" I comply, reaching the very end of my chain. Mistress Dana raises her foot to my mouth. Knowing I am expected to worship her feet, I begin by licking the tops of her toes. "Make sure you get between the toes too."

I lick between her toes, sucking each toe into my mouth. I lick the bottoms of her feet, as she pushes her soles into my face. The thought of doing this is making me ill. God knows where she's been or what she's done...and here I am, licking her feet like a common whore.

"Enough." Mistress Dana kicks me in the face, which causes me to fall back onto my ass. She laughs.

"Jeff, dear, I do believe it is time to reward a cum slut for a job well done, don't you?" I am unsure of what Mistress Dana means by this. I have not fucked anyone besides my Master; I have not had any cum beside my Master's.

As Mistress Dana dresses, you attach my leash to my collar. "Heel." Here we go again. I walk between you and Mistress Dana out to her van. Mistress Dana opens the back doors. Inside the van was the largest woman I have ever seen in my entire life. I bet she was at least 500 pounds. She reeked of body odor, sex, and cum. I looked at her face and she was drenched, head to toe, in cum. I am repulsed simply by the sight.

I watch as Mistress Dana hooks a leash to the fat woman. I hear you say, "My God, Dana, what a fat slut! Where'd you find her?"

"She owes me, don't you fatty?" I watch the fat woman shake her head yes, cum dripping from her hair.

"Heel." Both the fat woman and I snap to attention and walk beside our owners. "Bitch, this is fatty. Fatty, this is bitch." You drag me over to fatty and shove my face in her ass. This is how I'm supposed to greet people from now on??? When they stink like day old sex???

"Lick her ass and cunt, bitch."

I will not do that. It is too disgusting to even think about doing. CRACK! I scream in pain. Someone had hit my ass in displeasure. I begin to lightly tongue at her wide ass.

CRACK! "Clean all the cum from her fuck holes and off her body, bitch."

NO FUCKING WAY! That was too much to ask or demand. "Master, I am going to be sick..."

"If you are sick, you will eat graciously whatever comes out of you...or you will not be having dinner privileges later. I am rather disappointed at your noncompliance."

CRACK! I look to see what you are hitting me with. It was not the belt, but rather a flogger. There was no way that it was leather—it wouldn't hurt as much as it did. I begin kissing fatty's ass cheek in order to get a better view.

It is a flogger made of PVC plastic. No fucking wonder it hurt so bad! You twirl it around, knowing I am looking at it.

I try to imagine myself somewhere else—ANYWHERE else than right here, right now. The cum leaking from fatty's ass is downright disgusting. She must have fucked at least 100 guys to get a load like this all over her.

I realize that the faster I ingest the cum from this fat slut, the faster I will be done. I begin to feverishly lick fatty's ass, cunt, and ample thighs. Fatty squeals in delight. You and Mistress Dana are amused. "Don't forget her tits and face, bitch."

I crawl under fatty, praying that she does not lose her balance for fear of being ***d to death. I suck on her tits, run my tongue all over them then up her chin to her face. I quickly lick all over her face when fatty decides she is going to kiss me. Her tongue begins to fuck my mouth. It occurred to me that she is trying to get the cum that I had licked from her. I graciously gave what was in my mouth to her. What a fucking slut!

"Very nice, bitch. Very nice indeed," you praise me. "Heel."

I crawl out from under fatty and sit at your side. I feel some cum on me, no doubt left over from the fat whore's little party.

Mistress Dana commands fatty to get back into the van and closes the doors. She kisses you once more before shoving her crotch into my face one last time. Her aroma, mixed with the fat slut's stench, makes me wet and ready to fuck.

I watch as Mistress Dana drives down the driveway.

"Heel, bitch." You take me inside to the bathroom. You turn on the shower to get it warm. "You were not so bad there towards the end. I bet you enjoyed yourself, didn't you?"

I wanted to spit in your face and scream, "NO, I FUCKING DID NOT ENJOY THAT." It was the most despicable act that I have ever had to do. But I tell you, "Yes, Master." I fear the pain from that flogger.

"Mmm...very nice. Step into the shower now. Wash up, make sure to get fatty's stink off of you."

So you must have smelled the stench too!

I wash my hair and put conditioner in it. I wash my body 3 times—once for cleaning, second for smell, and third to make sure the smell was gone. I rinse and step out of the shower. You towel me off and comb my hair again.

"Heel." I get onto my knees yet again. You lead me to the kitchen, to the dog bowls. "Sit."

I sit on my heels, hands on my lap. I watch as you pick up the dog bowls and carry them to the counter. I see you fill the food bowl with something, then put fresh water in the other bowl.

You bring the bowls over and set them before me. "Eat."

I put my face down into the food bowl. It smells delicious! Chicken and broccoli with rice...I immediately begin to gobble it down, not worried about using a fork or knife like before. Once I finished the bowl, I smelled a whiff of fatty. I instantly became nauseated and vomited into the food bowl.

You laugh. "I told you, bitch. Eat it up."

What was in my bowl was a mixture of the chicken, broccoli, rice, and of course, a healthy portion of semen. There was no way I was going to eat that! I sit and look at you enjoying your meal.

"Bitch, I said eat!"

"No! I have had enough of this!" I have finally mustered enough courage together to stand up for myself.

"What?!" The look in your eyes causes me to instantly regret what I had just said and done.

"Master, I...have never....been....treated like that..."

"Exactly. This is what every slut desires. I'm simply giving it to you. You should be grateful to me." I see you begin to glare at me in displeasure.

"Yes, Master. But...

"EAT IT NOW YOU FUCKING CUNT!"

I refuse and continue to sit and stare at the bowl. I cannot even stomach the thought let alone the smell and taste.


You get up, grab me by the hair, and drag me outside. Oh God, what did I get myself into now?

Premiers pas dans la soumission

Je m'appelle Lisa, j'ai 23 ans.
J'ai partagé pendant 4 ans la vie d'un homme de dix ans mon ainé, avec qui j'ai vécu une très belle histoire d'amour, sans pourtant jamais être pleinement épanouie sexuellement.
L'année dernière, alors que je m'étais presque résignée à garder à l"état de fantasmes mes envies sexuelles grandissantes, une nouvelle rencontre à bouleversé ma vie. Un homme viril, puissant, magnifique... et ayant d'énormes besoins sexuels.
Au début, je me contentais de vivre pleinement cette relation, m'abandonnant au sexe et découvrant progressivement à quel point j'aimais ça. Nous faisions l'amour plusieurs fois par jour, parfois tendrement, parfois violemment. Il était insatiable. Plus le temps passait, plus je me découvrais chienne..
Nous parlions beaucoup de sexe, de nos envies, de nos fantasmes. Jusqu'à ce que je me sente suffisamment en confiance pour lui parler de mes envie de soumission.

Pendant un moment, nous ne faisions qu'en parler, pimentant d'images obscènes sussurées nos ébats. Et puis à power d'en parler, ce qui devait arriver arriva.

Un jour de juin, nous devions traverser la France en voiture pour nous rendre à une manifestation sportive. Nous avions convenu que toute cette journée, je devrais lui appartenir, lui obéir en tout. Terriblement excitée par cette perspective, c'est presque timide que je pris place sur le siège passager. Tête basse, absence de sous-vêtements, jupe vaporeuse, sextoy dans mon sac à main posé à mes pieds.
Nous ne parlions pas. Nous étions autres, rentrant peu à peu dans nos permisternages.
J'étais prête à tout pour lui procurer du plaisir, plongeant avec volupté dans cet oubli de soit.

Il commença par m'ignorer, me laissant espérer des gestes ou des paroles qui ne venait pas, torturant mon imagination. Puis, au détour d'un changement de vitesse, sa main vient enfin effleurer mon genoux, puis l'intérieur de mes cuisses. Doucement, il remonte jusqu'à mon sexe, qu'il à lui même rasée le matin même. Constatant mister humidité, il s'y attarde quelques secondes, avant de me lacher:

-"quelle salope, déjà si humide... tu aimerai bien que je te baise, là, maintenant , n'est-ce pas ?"

J'en meurs d'envie, mais n'ose pas répondre.

-"réponds, chienne ! répond à ton maitre quand il te parle !"
Et sur ces mots, il m'assène une claque du plat de la main sur le clitoris.

-"oui, j'aimerai que tu me baises, j'en crève d'envie,j'ai besoin de ta bite dans ma chatte..."

-"Vouvoies moi, salope ! Pour qui te prends tu ?"
Et de nouveau, une claque sur le clito.

Je me confond en excuses, en le vouvoyant bien sur, je suis plus excitée que jamais et commence à me caresser.

"qui t'a dit de te caresser ? Tu vas devoir apprendre à te comporter correctement... Tu demandes l'autorisation pour tout, tu réponds avec respect. Viens me sucer."

Je m'exécute immédiatement, désireuse de lui témoigner de la bonne volonté. Je me penche sur le côté, ouvre les boutons de mister pantalon et commence à embrasser sa bite gonflée à travers mister caleçon. Je l'embrasse, le mordille. Fais durer le plaisir. Puis doucement, je dégage sa bite de mister caleçon et l'enfonce dans ma bouche. C'est la première fois que je suce un homme dans une voiture, et qui roule en plus ! Nous sommes alors sur l'autoroute, et je ne peut n'empêcher de penser aux chauffeurs de camions que nous ne manquons pas de croiser, et à ceux d'entre eux qui ne manqueront pas de remarquer mes activités. Surprenant un de mes coups d'œil sur la route, mon ami m'enfonce la tête plus profondément sur mister sexe.

-"concentre toi"

De mes cheveux, sa main court le long de mon dos, puis sur mes fesses. Doucement, il remonte ma jupe jusqu'au bas de mon dos, dévoilant mes fesses à tout véhicule surélevé que nous pourrions croiser..

-"ça t'excite, hein ? Que des hommes puisse voir ton cul ? Qu'ils voient quelle genre de chienne tu es ?

Je ne réponds pas, j'ai la bouche pleine et je suis une chienne bien élevée. Je m'applique à le sucer du mieux que je peux. Quand je commence à percevoir ses râles, je sais que je suis proche du but. Je m'active encore plus, montant et descendant avec voracité le long de sa bite. Ma salive recouvre sa tige, ma mâchoire me fait mal, mais je sais que je n'ai pas le droit de m'arrêter tant qu'il n'est pas satisfait.
Enfin, il jouit. Je prends soin de bien tout avaler.
Je me redresse, m'essuie le coin de la bouche.

-"c'est bien, tu as été obéissante. Prends ton vibro, caresse toi"

Satisfaite du travaille accompli, je me redresse sur mon siège, et sans dire un mot, commence à me caresser...

La soirée d'Alysée


Romain, jeune cadre de vingt six ans, est invité chez mister directeur, afin de décrocher un énorme contrat. Romain est accompagné d'Alysée, sa jeune et ravissante épouse âgée de vingt ans. Il lui est imposé une tenue sulfureuse. Minijupe à frange, et petit haut à fermeture éclair. Il y a Boris, autre jeune cadre, fils du directeur, et concurrent de Romain au sein de la société. Boris a un faible pour Alysée. Par contre, elle, n'est pas attirée par ce genre d'individu, qui ne manque pas la moindre occasion de ridiculiser mister mari, sur le plan professionnel. Elle le déteste.
Boris est accompagné de mister épouse Barbara, jolie brune de vingt sept ans. Ce qui devrait l'obligé a se tenir à carreaux. Directeurs et cadres, se retirent pour finaliser les contrats.
-Bonsoir Alysée, dit Barbara, çà va?
-Pourquoi çà irais pas, répond sèchement Alysée.
-Oh, calme toi. Ton mari t'a pas tirée aujourd'hui.
-Et toi, le tiens.
-Bien sur, poursuit Barbara. Je me suis faite mettre ses vingt centimètres de queue tout
l'après midi. Tu peux peut être en dire autant toi.
Alysée se sent honteuse. Elle préfère couper à la conversation, et s'éloigne.
"Putain, vingt centimètres, elle doit se régaler la salope. C'est sur qu'a côté, Romain est
un peu juste. Mais bon, j'aimerai bien voir".
La réunion se termine. Tout les invités se dirigent vers le buffet. Alysée rejoint mister mari en grande discussion avec Boris. Elle ne peut s'empêcher de reluquer sur sa braguette. Effectivement, elle remarque une bosse plus importante que sur celle de Romain.
-Alors mon chéri, çà c'est bien passé?
-Bonsoir Alysée, dit Boris.
-Bonsoir répond-elle, en lui tournant le dos.
Romain prend mister épouse par le bras, et la tire à l'écart.
-Essaie d'être cool avec lui ce soir. S'il te plait. Il va être nommé président de l'autre société
de mister père. Il veut tout faire pour que ce soit moi qui signe le contrat. Tu te rend compte la
promotion.
-Et alors, jusque ou dois-je aller. Jusque dans mister lit? Demande Alysée. J'espère que tu
n'y pense pas.
-Mais pas du tout, répond Romain. Juste un peu plus de gentillesse.
Le jeune couple retourne au buffet. Boris et Barbara mistert à l'autre bout du bar, enlacés. Ils envoient des sourires en direction de Romain et Alysée. Puis Barbara s'éloigne de mister mari. Alysée en profite pour rejoindre Boris.
-Excuse moi si j'ai été un peu dure tout à l'heure, dit-elle. Je suis un fatiguée en ce moment.
-Mais c'est pas grave, répond Boris. Tout le monde a des mauvais passages. Allez, on fait
la paix, on trinque.
Elle accepte en lui adressant un large sourire, puis rejoint mister mari.
"Finalement, il est séduisant ce con. Je l'ai peut être mal jugé.
Les pontes se retirent une dernière fois pour les signatures définitives. Et c'est bien Romain qui a paraphé les contrats. Il sort avec un sourire de satisfaction. Il prend sa femme dans ses bras.
-Je suis fière de toi, dit-elle en l'embrassant. Tes efforts mistert récompensés mon chéri.
-Grâce à Boris, poursuit Romain. Je crois que je vais arrosé çà.
-Vas-y doucement quand même, déçoit pas ta hiérarchie. Je veux pas finir seule.
-Oh, çà m'étonnerai qu'il n'y en pas un qui s'occupe de toi. Belle comme tu es.
Vers vingt trois heure, justement, les huiles prennent congé. Il ne reste plus que les jeunes cadres. On se lâche d'avantage. Romain commence à être sur les talons.
Boris est resté très sobre. Pas une goutte d'alcool. Il est appuyé contre un pilier, et sirote un jus d'orange. Cinquante centimètres devant lui, Alysée lui tourne le dos. Elle est en train de sermonner mister mari. Boris ne peut s'empêcher de tendre une main entre ses jambes.
-Oh...oh...
-Que t'arrive-t-il ma chéri? Demande Romain.
-J'ai senti comme un truc entre mes cuisses.
-Tu vois bien. Toi aussi tu n'est plus lucide.
-Ouais, ne détourne pas la conversation. Je voulais simplement te dire que...Oh...oh...
-Mais quoi encore. Tu vas y arriver, s'impatiente Romain.
L'attaque de Boris se fait plus précise. Son doigt est en contact avec le string d'Alysée. Elle se retourne, et découvre le visage de mister agresseur, qui fait mine de ne pas la voir. Elle a un sourire vicieux. Elle se recule vers le pilier, entrainant mister mari avec elle. Elle est presque collé contre Boris.
-Tu prends les choses à la légères, rappelle-t-elle. J'ai senti un doigt qui me frotter l'entre
cuisses.
-Tu te fais des idées ma chérie. Et puis même, c'est pas grave.
-Comme tu veux. Ou en étions-nous? Oh putain, ce n'est plus un doigt, soupire Alysée.
En effet. Boris a sorti mister énorme sexe en érection, puis écartant le string d'un doigt, l'a plaquée contre la chatte d'Alysée. Boris se rend compte que les lèvres mistert légèrement humides.
-Ben, c'est quoi maintenant, une bite? Dit Romain.
-Oui, répond-elle. Et géante. Je sens le gland contre ma fente, oh mon dieu.
Alysée prend mister mari par le revers de sa chemise, et le fixe dans les yeux.
-Aide moi mon chéri, je sens qu'elle me pénètre.
-Tu te fais des idées, répond Romain, enfin.
Alysée se cambre en arrière, les fesses offertes, les mai,s appuyées sur les épaules de mister mari.
-Ha, çà y est. Je suis en train de me le faire mettre. Quelle queue. Je t'avais averti, chéri.
Maintenant je suis en train de me faire prendre, et devant toi en plus.
-Je ne suis pas en état de comprendre ce que tu me dis, bégaie Romain. Je vais
m'allonger un moment à l'intérieur.

De l'autre côté du bar, Barbara, tout sourire, discute avec une superbe brune. On ne voit que le haut de leur corps, cachés en partie par le comptoir. La jeune femme se pince les lèvres, ferme les yeux. On perçoit bien ce qu'elles se disent.
-Allez , sourit Barbara, ne te retiens pas. Tu sais bien que je vais t'avoir. Je sens tes lèvres
qui enflent. Et ton petit bouton, tu sens comme je te l'ai décalotté.
-Salope, gémit la jeune brune. Tu sais que j'aime me faire doigter. Tu es une experte pour
jouer avec une femme toi. Ho.., tu me fais jouir là, vas-y, chatte moi, oui....oui...
Barbara est attirée par des gémissements qui proviennent du côté du buffet. Elle se retourne, et malgré le pilier, devine qu'il se passe quelque chose d'intéressant. Elle s'approche sans bruit.
Alysée est penchée en avant, les mains appuyées contre le mur. Son string git à ses pieds. La fermeture du petit haut est ouverte. Ses seins, magnifiques, sautent au rythme des coups de reins de mister partenaire. Elle a posé un pied sur une chaise, pour mieux offrir mister intimité à la virilité de mister agresseur .
Elle sent une main qui lui prend les cheveux, et qui lui soulève la tête.
-Te voilà plus docile, Jubile Barbara. Qu'est-ce-qu'il t'arrive.
-Je suis en train de prendre un coup de queue par ton mari, bafouille Alyseé en sanglots.
Il me fait râler ce salaud. Dis lui de ne pas s'arrêter, qu'il me fasse jouir. S'il te plait.
Barbara glisse une main entre les cuisses d'Alysée, et lui saisit le clitoris entièrement décalotté.
-A bon, répond-elle. Et moi, j'aurai quoi comme récompense. Tu as pas été gentille avec
moi tout à l'heure.
-Je te demande pardon, pleure Alysée. Je ferai ce que tu voudras. Mais dis lui qu'il me
finisse.
Le corps d'Alysée réagit à cent pour cent. En grand professionnel, Boris joue avec elle. Les va et vient dans le corps de la jeune femme varient. Tantôt mesurés, pour lui arracher quelques gémissements. Tantôt accélérer, pour la faire hurler de plaisir. Barbara est au anges.
-Ma pauvre chérie, ***-t-elle. C'est dur. Tu as envie de jouir, hein? Et tu voudrais que j'intervienne., C'est çà? D'accord, mais après, on va à la chambre toute les deux.
-Salope, soupire Alysée. Tu me tiens là. Je suis pas une lesbienne moi. Mais j'accepte.
-Vas-y Boris, fais la gueuler cette pute.
Une minute plus tard, Alysée, au bord de l'évanouissement, a un orgasme terrible. Elle est à deux doigts d'entrainer Boris au sol.
-Enfoiréééé... coommme ..tu me caaaillleee.....saaalaaauud..jee...joouuiiii.
Barbara fait rouler le bout des seins entre ses doigts, lui caresse les cheveux en souriant.
-Chut ma chéri, calme toi, c'est fini. On va aller s'allonger toutes les deux, tu veux bien?
Tu vas voir comme je vais t'aimer moi aussi.
-Hiiiiee, pleure Alysée, fais ce que tu veux. Tu crois qu'il voudra me le mettre encore?
-Si tu es sage, répond Barbara.
Barbara prend Alysée par la taille, et l'entraine vers la chambre

Une suite aux deux ? Merci d'avance

non pas de suite dsl

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A Fantasy of Force


I quietly slip into the house. You are busily going about your daily routine. I watch you, making sure to not alert you to my presence. I love you. You are looking rather ravishing today and I have spent the whole day thinking about what I want to do to you. I have time to plot and plan. I am going to take you, by power if necessary. I quietly slip out of the room you are in and down the stairs to the basement. I have actually been planning this for some time, but now, I want to act. I go down stairs and quietly remove my uniform. It is replaced by black jeans, a black t-shirt and a black ski mask. What you don't know is that one of your fantasies is about to come true.

I slide my feet into black boots and then put black gloves on my hands. I am glad that I got home from work late. It is dark outside and I noticed you didn't have many lights on in the house. The kids must already be arelax. This should be interesting. Hopefully, you won't be too mad.

Before sneaking back upstairs, I walk over to the fuse box and flick the master switch and the house is plunged into darkness. I hear you squeal upstairs as you bump into something. I make my way up the stairs and stand at the top for a moment, getting a position on you by the sounds of your movements in the house. I slip out of the stairwell and close the door. I stalk you by the sound of your footsteps.

I let you walk into the bedroom before I act. In one fluid motion, I close the door and grab you from behind. One arm goes around you as the hand of the other goes to cover your mouth.

In order to disguise my voice, I speak in a low whisper, adding husk to my voice, "Don't scream, whore, or I will ******* you."

I think to myself that you are going to ******* me for this later, but I don't really care right now. I bend you over the bed, face down, planting your face in a pillow so you can't let out a scream. I take both of your hands and put them behind you. You hear the ripping of duct tape and your body starts trembling.

I tape your hands, binding them from your wrists and up your fore arms. I grab you by your hair and yank your head back. You let out an abbreviated cry of pain as I slap a strip of tape over your mouth.

"I told you, don't make a fucking sound," I grunt at you. "Now, I want you to turn around and face me, keep your eyes down like the obedient bitch that you are," I rasp.

You face me, doing as I said. Within me, two lusts battle. One, to totally dominate you, to have all the power, and the other to feel your body and get my already swollen cock in you. I grip your t-shirt at the collar and shred it, tearing it down the front, your breasts springing free. I reach behind me and pull out the blade I had hidden there. I slide the tip down your sternum, down your tummy to the waist band of your pajama pants. I use the blade to split the front of the pants down to where they meet near your pussy lips. I spin you around and repeat the process. They fall down your legs and pool at your feet. I drop the blade on the floor by the door, the tip sticking into the wood floor. You jump at the sound of its impact. My left hand grips the back of your neck and bends you over the bed again. The finger tips of my right hand slide down your ass crack, brushing your asshole, causing you to shiver a little more and then they make their way forward to your pussy. I pinch first one of your pussy lips and the other, eliciting squeals of either pain or pleasure.

I assume pleasure, because I start to feel your pussy juices coating my fingers.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you whore?" I ask. "What do you think your husband would think?"

I jam three fingers into your snatch, causing you to suck in air heavily. I lean over you, letting you feel the hardness in my pants.

"I am going to fuck you like a whore. I am going to make you mine. You will want no other cock than mine," I whisper in your ear.

I pull my fingers out of your pussy, soaking from your aroused snatch. I place two fingers at the entrance of your ass and slowly push. You moan from the pain of my fingers filling your tight little fuck hole. I continue to hold you down with one hand as I stroke my fingers in and out of your ass, building the pace until the sound of my hand hitting your ass with each plunge fills the room.

You are wiggling yourself against my hand, trying to escape my fingers. Your moans alternate between those of pain and those of pleasure. You don't want to enjoy this right now, but I can tell you are. Finally, you sink into the bed, your sphincter spasming around my fingers as you orgasm. The tape over your mouth keeps you from releasing an orgasmic cry.

"How sad, you cum so easily for other men. I feel bad for your husband."

I quickly pull my fingers from your ass, leaving your hole gaping, feeling hollow and empty. I grab you by your hair and spin you around.

"I am going to take the tape off of your mouth. Remember what I said about screaming. The only sounds I want to hear will be those of pleasure," I tell you.

I grab a corner of the tape and rip it off. The pain causes tears to roll down your cheeks and you let a cry escape. With a hand on your shoulder, I power you onto your knees. I unzip my jeans and free my cock from its denim confines. You continue to look down, not wanting to meet my eyes, thinking that whoever I am, I am a monster. You hope that I come home to catch this bastard and hurt him.

I slap your mouth with my dick, leaving precum smeared on your lips.

"Lick your lips," I tell you.

You reluctantly clean the clear liquid from your lips with your tongue, swallowing it.

"Now open your mouth, you fucking slut. If you bite me, I am going to cause you all kinds of pain. Keep that in mind." I whisper.

You slowly open your mouth. As soon as it is wide enough, I grip the back of your head and slam my cock into your mouth. I pull your head into my crotch as I power myself down your throat. I shove in so far that you start to gag. I pull back and then slam in again. You try to catch your breath as I fuck your mouth hard.

The longer I go, the less problem you have with my cock entering your throat. This is going to be fun. I face fuck you until I can feel myself on the edge of cumming. I stop and pull my dick out of your mouth. I grab you by your hair and lift you onto your feet. I take you by your sides and toss you onto the bed, you landing on your bound hands painfully. Crossing your ankles, I roll you on to you stomach. You lay there, whimpering and yet gasping with arousal. You are a fucking slut. You are being used by someone you don't know. You are being powerd to do something that you shouldn't want to do, but, as you lay there, you want to feel that big shaft in you., I think.

You are biting your lip to keep from begging to be fucked. You worry about how to tell me about this. Whether to tell me at all. You know I would go ballistic to hear you were powerd to have sex, but be completely monstrous if you told me that you enjoyed it. I stand there and look at your form, partially clothed, and bound, lying on the bed. I climb onto the bed. My cock lays between your ass cheeks, my arms supporting the weight of my upper body.

"Tell me whore, what do you most often deny your husband sexually?" I quietly ask in your ear.

The passion and lust in my voice further to help disguise it. For a moment, you just lay there, panting, trying not to focus on the sensation of that cock so close to your holes.

"M..m.my ass hole," you say.

"Ahh, so he wants to fuck your ass and you won't let him? Well, I am going to do that in his place. I will do what he should have done and just taken it." I growl.

I spit in my hand and lube your ass hole with my saliva. I push first two and then three fingers into your hole. You gasp from the pain centering there. I work your hole, lubing it with my spit. I continue stroking my fingers in and out of you. Your body flushes red as I work at widening your hole. I can hear you let out as gasp when I remove my fingers. I look down at your now widened hole. I place the head of my cock against your hole. I hold that position for a couple of seconds. You yelp as my cock powers its way in, you feel the distinct pop as it makes its way passed your tight muscle.

I thrust all the way in. I cut off your scream by shoving your face down into the pillow.

"I told you, no sounds," I say as I thrust.

It isn't long before your ass begins to rise up to meet the invasion. You are trying to grind yourself against me. You feel that you are betraying yourself and me as you begin to moan with pleasure. I fuck your tight little hole, hard and fast. You start begging for me to fuck you harder and faster. Your breath is coming in gasps now. For a second time, I take myself to the brink of orgasm and then back down. I am not done with you yet. I am going to fuck your pussy. I am going to slam it hard. I pull my cock out of your ass, even as you try to back yourself onto it, even rising on your knees trying to keep me inside you. I stop your motion with my arms.

"No, this isn't about what you want," I tell you. "You are my whore, and no one is coming to save you."

I grab you by your legs and flip you onto your back. The motion shocks you. I can see your breasts rising and falling with your heavy breathing. They look so enticing. I smirk as I notice your nipples are hard. I am contemplating whether or not I should take off the mask now, or later. I enter your sopping wet pussy and look into your eyes as you stare at my eyes. Maybe you know already. Maybe. As I slam my cock into you, you release a cry of lust and that is my deciding factor. I pull the mask off, tossing it to the side. The cool air feels good on my face. I almost laugh at the look of surprise on your face.

"You ladyfucker!" you scream at me.

"You aren't allowed to be mad right now, love, you were moaning like a whore when you didn't know who I was," I say between thrusts.

You can barely stammer a response. You simply stutter a bit as I lift your hips off the mattress and bury myself deeper in you. I guess you decide I am right, because you simply just throw your head back and moan with each deep reaching penetration.

I let your hips down and lay down on you, covering your mouth with mine. You bite my lip hard enough to draw red as I give you orgasm after orgasm. My hands slide up and down your body, pinching your nipples, gripping your ass cheeks. You roll me onto my back and climb on top. You slam yourself down on my jutting shaft. You impale yourself. Every time you bottom out, you have another little orgasm. You ride me hard, your skin flushed, breathing hard. You look so erotic, so beautiful. I am falling in love with you even more. Funny how a little **** fantasy turns to this. Finally, your pussy muscles grip me very tight, like only once or twice before, and it sends me over the edge. My climax causes my back to arch and lift you, shoving myself as deep into you as possible, which in turn, sends you into another crushing climax. You collapse into me, covering me with kisses, gasping for breath.

"I love you, baby," you tell me. "I wanted it to be you the whole time."

Hmm, maybe. Just maybe...

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Brenda's Humiliation

I'm 31 years old, I'm 5'8, I have short, light brown hair, I'm ashamed to admit it, but, I'm rather flat chested, I'm a little chubby, and I have bubble butt.

This story today, is about the night I was totally humiliated by the women I work with, and the women that all hung out at this bar.

Allow me to explain, I work in an office, there are some men, but, it's mainly women, and while they act nice, I can tell that they really don't like me, especially this girl Karen, who I've over heard saying, "I'd like to kick that bitches ass!".

Karen is younger then me, she's 26, she's 5'10, she has long blonde hair, brown eyes, and she has large breasts, a c-cup, I think.

Tonight, Karen and some of the other girls have invited me out for takes.

It's going to be me, Karen and these three other girls, Kristina, Jodi and Jen.

To paint the picture, tonight, I'm wearing a sheer, white, cotton blouse, a short, grey cotton skirt, an old, off white, hand me down bra, which is a size too big, and to fill it out, I stuff with enhancement pads, and a pair of white cotton panties, that I've had for years, they're old, discolored and have various stains.

So, enjoy the story.

I do want to say though, while this is my story, this story is told through the eyes of my friend Steve, who I've giving permission to to write this.

*************

It's a Friday, and Brenda is out for takes with a few of her female co workers.

"What are you takeing, Brenda?" Karen asks her.

"Rum and coke!" Brenda responds.

Karen walks towards the bar and starts talking to the other girls that came with them, Jodi, Jen and Kristina.

"I'm so sick of her, tonight, she gets her ass kicked, tonight, this whole bar gets to se her fat ass and dirty panties." Karen says.

"Here, drop two of these in her take, she won't be able to help herself, she'll give you every reamister to kick her ass." Kristina says, sliding two pills to Karen.

"No, I have a better idea!"

Karen comes towards Brenda.

"Hey Brenda, come here!"

As Brenda approaches Karen, Karen greets her with a hard punch to the face, dropping her to the floor.

"Get up you fucking skank!" She yells, punching Brenda again.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" Some of the girls begin chanting.

"Karen, what the fuck?" Brenda asks, trying to get to her feet.

As those words leave her mouth, Brenda is grabbed from behind by Jodi, who quickly puts Brenda's arms behind her back.

"Let go!" Brenda yells.

"Shut the fuck up, skank!" Karen yells, punching Brenda hard in the stomach.

Then Karen reaches out and tears Brenda's top open, exposing her bra.

"Stop it! Please!" Brenda cries out.

"I think these girls want to see your tits, Brenda. Who wants to see this whores tits?" Karen yells to the crowd that has formed.

"Show her tits! Show her tits!" The crowd begins chanting.

Karen tears her bra off, and all the padding falls to the floor.

"Oh my God! This little bitch stuffs her bra!" Jodi yells out, reaching around and squeezing Brenda's tits.

"Lay her down on the table, face down!" Karen orders.

Jodi lays her down and her, Jen and Kristina hold her down.

Brenda can hear the people laughing at her, and she can hear the clicking of cameras, she can't believe people are actually taking pictures of her!

"Krissy, take a picture of this skank's little titties!" Karen yells to Kristina.

Jodi and Jen roll Brenda onto her back, and hold her there, as Kristina takes pictures of Brenda's small breasts, and the bruises on her face.

"Ready to get fucked, whore?" Karen whispers to Brenda.

"Leave me alone!" Brenda yells out.

Brenda begins kicking her legs as Karen tries to tear off her skirt.

"NO! NO! NO!" Brenda screams, trying to kick Karen.

"Stop kicking, bitch!" Karen yells, punching Brenda, hard in the stomach, after that, Karen is easily able to remove Brenda's skirt.

"Look at those panties, are those cuckolds brownie stains? Oh my God, this bitch has cuckolds brownie stains on her panties!" Karen yells to the entire bar.

Brenda can again hear the entire bar laughing at her, and she can feel this turning her on.

"Is this turning you on, skank?" Another woman in the bar asks.

"Hey everybody, look, this bitches panties are not only dirty, but, they're wet as well, this is turning her on!" Karen yells, grabbing Brenda's panties and roughly tearing them from her body.

"Who wants to see this bitch fucked with a beer bottle?" Karen yells.

"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" The crowd begins chanting.

"Karen, please don't do this!" Brenda begins pleading with her.

"Shut the fuck up, skank!" Karen yells, ramming a beer bottle, right into Brenda's pussy.

"OOOOOOWWWW!!!" Brenda yells out.

"Turn her fat ass over!" Karen orders, and her and the other girls turn Brenda onto her stomach.

"Who wants to see me spank this fat ass?"

"Spank her! Spank her! Spank her!"

Karen begins spanking Brenda, hard, turning her ass cheeks red.

"Stop! Please stop!" Brenda yells, crying.

"Ready to have your ass fucked, skank?"

"What? No, you can't! NOOOOOOOOOO!" Brenda yells, just as the thick, rigid beer bottle enters her tight asshole.

Karen then takes both bottles and begins pumping them at the same time, after a few minutes, Brenda loses control and has an orgasm, right there, soaking the table.

"The fat bitch had an orgasm!" A woman in the crowd yells.

Brenda just lays there and cries, feeling completely humiliated.

"I control you now, Brenda, are we clear?"

"Yes, Miss Karen."

As the crowd begins to leave, Brenda gets up, and notices her sister Mindy standing.

"Sis? Are you ok?" Mindy asks.

"Yeah."

"Hey, skank, be ready for more tomorrow!" Karen shouts as she leaves.

Mindy helps Brenda to her feet and they leave the bar....

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My Female Neighbor


Walking to her drive I picked the paper up and delivered it to her door. As usual when I passed her window I looked, trying not to appear as peaking but still trying to see her. I knew from past mornings that if she was awake and her bedside light was on I could see her in bed. That morning my glance turned into a stare. The covers were at the foot of her bed, legs drawn up almost to her hips. One hand was digging into her pussy, the other squeezing her breast. She was in a frenzy rubbing and pumping her fingers inside her body. I put the paper down and knew to walk away but the desire to look was too great. I stopped and watched knowing that if I were caught the consequences would be severe. I knew she was close and that her eyes would open as she finished but I had seen enough to burn an image into my memory. I slowly walked away confident that I had not been seen or heard. My heart racing and my cock stiffening were the reminders that I had just seen a beautiful and erotic woman pleasuring herself.

Later I met her in the street. She had on a light blouse with semi tight pants that had a draw string belt. Her dark hair was short and offered contrast to her red lips. Her lips were not full but she had a way of almost always pouting that made them seem so desirable. Her nails were painted to match her lips. She had a single sliver ring on her index toe that blended well with her French style toe nails. She was close to my age—maybe a few years younger and although she had grown youngren and several past husbands her figure was more than enough to make me drool.

After staring into her dark eyes that was open and to my surprise her blouse was unbuttoned .A quick glance was all that I had as I knew she was looking straight at me but I could not help but notice her exposed breast. Her nipples were at least an inch long. Oh, how I wanted to look and then tell her how beautiful she was but I only looked into her eyes and she acted like we were just old friends meeting to chat. Walking home I kept asking myself whether she meant for me to see or was it an accident.

The next day, as my family was preparing to leave for a shopping trip, the phone rang and then a message delivered to me that my special neighbor was having plumbing problems. She requested my help to which I quickly consented. I gathered a few tools and walked to her front door. The main door was open and as I rang the bell she stepped into view and invited me in. Before I could ask about the problem she asked me point blank if I had seen anything that interested me the other day. I stuttered, buying time to guess which day she was thinking about, but before I could answer she added that she also wanted to know if I had been peaking into her bedroom when I delivered her paper. I know I turned beet red as my face began to burn from the flush of embarrassment. I was so humiliated as she just looked at me. The silence seemed to last an eternity but she finally spoke, her voice deep and without a lot of emotion.

"You saw me the other morning, right?"

I did not answer.

She continued, "I know you did then as well as yesterday, now it's my turn. If you want to look at a bitch pleasuring then you must be prepared to be one. Do you want to be my bitch?"

Red faced and meekly I responded, "Yes."

A wicked smile and a firm voice portrayed her dominance to us both. "Go to my bedroom, strip, lie on the bed and do as I did."

My face flushed, I knew I should just walk away but instead I walked towards her bedroom. Telling myself I could not do as she wished, I entered her bedroom and began undressing. My actions were betraying my thoughts as if I were in a trance and could not control my own actions. I removed everything and lay on her bed. My cock was throbbing. I knew to pull my legs up just as she had done and then I began to stroke. She was there but over in the corner of the room-- just looking at every move I made. No sounds, no words, just her steady gaze. Embarrassed and confused I slowed wondering if I should continue.

In a soft voice she spoke to me. "Go ahead; I want to see how a bitch peeper pleasures."

That's all it took. One hand was slowly stroking as the other was massaging my nipples. No conversation, no facial expressions, just our eyes locked together. She moved closer and began removing her blouse letting her braless breasts swing free. My eyes focused on her beautiful body. She stepped out of her pants as our eyes locked in an embrace.

She stood at bedside and began rubbing her pussy with one hand as the other squeezed her nipples. Stopping only to kneel beside me we both continued in a slow dance of mutual pleasurement. She removed her soaked fingers and began rubbing them on her nipples as I moved my stroking hand that was soaked with clear precum to my nipples. She then leaned over my chest as she kissed my hard buds. Her breasts were right before my lips and I eagerly took one into my mouth. I tasted her honey as I knew she tasted my precum. We both sucked as hands were giving our sexes needed pleasure. She then pulled back and took both of her hands and began milking my shaft. He fingers started at the base of my cock and rubbed powerfully towards my urethral opening. This produced a large clear drop of my man cum. Scooping this onto her finger she leaned down to my mouth with parted lips. We kissed, our tongues dancing together. Suddenly she put her precum coated finger between our lips and we both sucked, competing for the taste we both wanted.

Pulling back she then laid on top of me. Her body covering me and her sex rubbing on top of my cock that was pressed back on my stomach. It never entered her body but she ground into me, rubbing to each side and up and down. I felt her orgasm building as she then pulled her legs up along side of my body and crawled up to my face. She sat on my chest then scooted over to my waiting lips. She ground her sex into my face. My tongue lapping and searching for her clit. Her moans turning to grunts as she fucked my face with her sex centered on my lips and tongue. Not a word spoken as she brought herself to climax, only whimpering and cries of joy. She collapsed on top of me then rolled off to the side. I crawled up next to her and lay there just listening to her heavy breathing. Slowly her eyes flickered as she calmed. Her eyes met mine and she spoke.

"For the first time in my life sex with a man was on my terms, and you were perfect. Did you know that was what I wanted or are you always so submissive?"

I did not know how to answer. I did know that what happened felt so natural for me and that it was so refreshing for a partner to say and tell what they wanted. Finally, I responded. "I am not sure I am totally submissive but I did enjoy letting you lead. I want more than anything else for you to be pleased and to let me please you."

Putting her lips next to my ear she whispered, "You are so right for me." Taking my ear lobe into her mouth her teeth bit while her other hand squeezed my balls. The level of each increased between thrusts of her tongue into my ear as she gently fondled my balls. At first the mixture of pain and pleasure was distinctly different but as my excitement crested pleasure was all I knew. Switching to my cock as she continued kissing my ear was driving me wild. Her tongue pushing into my ear felt as if she were entering my brain with her body. I had no choice but to moan my signals of climax as my cock began squirting. The first went past my head and hit the wall, the remaining eruptions landed on my chest and finally on my stomach. Her hand slowed and then just held me; she knew I would be ultra sensitive.

Letting my cock lay on my stomach she began rubbing my balls, then holding each one she spoke. "Was it good? I know it was. I love your cum." She used her index finger to scoop my cum and smear it on my nipples, rubbing in circular motions. She then leaned down and took each nipple sucking it into her warm mouth. I was totally surprised but the sensation was more erotic than anything I had ever experienced. Another scoop and my nipples were lathered as she sucked greedily. Backing away she then put her index finger between her legs scooping her own wetness and then rubbing it into her nipples. My eyes following her hands I knew I wanted to nurse at her bosom just as she had done to me. I tasted her sweet nectar. Pulling her teat away from my eager mouth she used her fingers to scoop more of my cum from my chest and then she rubbed her nipples with it and then swung it before my eager lips. She knew what I would do and I did it. I ate my own cum from her breasts. More and more of my own self. I consumed at first from my chest to her breasts and then from her fingers straight into my mouth. She began feeding me until there was none left.

"Finished?" she asked. I nodded yes.

Smiling, she told me, "I thought you might like it but I am surprised and pleased you like it so well. We both like the same things."

She stood and began dressing as to signal our play was over. I gathered my tools as she told me to be back tomorrow to finish her plumbing.

Kay's Thoughts

He was older but seemed mentally and physically much younger. He always was eager to talk with me—I thought he always walked his dog when he saw me outside. Delivering my paper to my door every morning was so considerate of him but I could not help wonder if he liked the idea of looking into my house when he got to the porch. I love to pleasure myself, mornings being the best time. One day I had just started when I glimpsed him looking thru the den window into my bedroom. Instantly, my progress changed—from just starting to almost climaxing. In an instant I was so far along I could not stop, which was very unusual for me. He had no idea I noticed. Later when I remembered what happened my first thoughts were of irritation, but then I remembered how easily and suddenly I reached my climax. I knew that I liked being watched while pleasuring. A few days later that memory of my sex being so visible and him seeing me pleasure myself worked me into frenzy. I knew for sure that I liked having sex with someone watching. Every time I remember I get so hot I have to pleasure.

A few days later, I stood in front of the same window wishing he were there and to my surprise I saw him walking his dog. I put on a light jacket and went to get my mail knowing he would come over to talk. Opening my blouse to show my breasts, I wanted to know if he would look. He did but still he was so reserved he said nothing. Either he was an old man that just wanted to look or he was so shy and afraid he could not make the first contact. I decided to teach him a lesmister by humiliating and embarrassing him and to finally find his true nature. Knowing his family schedule made it easy for me as I put my plan into action.

My plan worked perfectly and I not only got what I wanted but found out how much I enjoyed being in control physically and mentally. I truly feel he liked my dominance, from dealing out offense to being totally controlled. I noticed that the more physical I became with his cock and balls the more aroused he became. He was so easy to lead and unlike most men I had known he loved giving oral and had no hang-ups over what I wanted to feed him. Just knowing I could be the aggressor and be gentle or almost vulgar set me on fire. I loved it. I was going to have more of this man and use his nature to feed my power lust.

Nods thoughts

She seemed to know how I felt without me saying anything. Maybe I did not know at first what I really craved but I knew I loved what she did and said to me. I know she seemed to excite herself just by talking to me. I know I should have not let her humiliate me so much but I was powerless to stop it. I learned for the first time that I became more excited the more physical she became. In my past, I had asked for my lovers to manhandle my sex organs but they never did. She did so without me saying anything. .I liked it as much as she did which made it seem so normal. I had never tasted male cum but with her it became an erotic and potent approdisac. My thoughts began to take the form of what I could do to please her rather than what she could do to please me. The way she treated me made it natural for me to confess every desire that I ever had. These thoughts were constantly with me and I wanted more than ever to be in her company. Little did I know the journey she would take me on.

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Taken at Work


How did I end up here?

Let me start from the beginning.

I'm Claire, a 22 year-old lady of one (my mister's name is Ben), engaged to my high school boyfriend (Barry). I'm 5'7", 34C, with long dark hair (tinted with red). I work in a Life and Pensions company in Glasgow, Scotland.

I had been working there for two years before my life was turned upside down when I had worked late one night.

It was a summer's day in June '08 when I had been running late into work. My supervisor was unimpressed, as I was already struggling with my performance targets and did not need anything else to go wrong.

"Claire, what happened? You're two hours late. No phone-call, nothing!" said Andy, my supervisor, without a hint of concern on his face

"I'm really sorry. I was held up at the nursery with Ben." I replied, with as much charm as I could muster.

"Ok, I know you are having some youngcare problems, but you know you need to contact me asap if you're not gonna make it in!" he said as he sat back into his seat, meaning this was the end of the conversation.

I apologised and logged onto my computer. I later explained that I was able to make up my missed hours at the end of the day. Andy's response was "I should think so".

I was really beginning to get pissed off with him. We hadn't seen eye-to-eye since I had joined his team. Clash of permisteralities is what our manager put it down to.

The rest of the day passed without incident, Andy being a total wanker for the whole day. Everybody else left the office at 5 leaving me to pretend I was working for the next two hours.

The building I work in has about 3000 staff in it, so I wasn't totally alone. But my department was empty. I was totally bored having completed my work allocation and my mind started to wander to the night before when I had stayed up until well after 4 in the morning making love to my fiancé. (This was the real reamister I was late into work). I found that I was starting to get aroused and so I started doing some work to distract myself -- that would have to wait until I got home.

I went into the bathroom which was fairly luxurious considering the place I worked was not full of high-earners or in a nice part of town. I went into one of the cubicles and as I got up to leave, I heard he door open. Someone had come in, but had not got into a cubicle. I assumed they had been admiring themselves in the mirror, unaware that I was in the cubicle.

As I unlocked the door, someone had pushed the door into me, knocking me backwards across the cubicle. I was totally taken by surprise and before I had time to turn around to see who the culprit was a hand was put across my mouth.

"Don't make a fucking sound!" said my assailant in a deep voice.

I tried to scream, but his leather glove-covered hand was drowning me out.

I tried to struggle, but he totally overpowered me. I had already begun to cry, when I started to taste red. My lip must have burst when he barged into the cubicle.

"Don't waste your time struggling. The bathroom door is locked, there is a 'Closed for cleaning' sign on the door and there is nobody left on this floor that will be able to help you anyway" he said with a smug, gloating voice.

"You need to pick your kid up in half an hour. If you're not there to get him, someone else might. So, if you scream I can guarantee you won't be there at 7 to pick him up. Do we understand one another?"

He removed his hand from my mouth, wanting a response.

"Please, just leave me alone. You can leave now and no one will know anything about this. Please" I begged.

Totally ignoring my pleas, he said "Claire, you're gonna let me do whatever I want in the next 10 minutes or you won't see your young again tonight. Do you understand?"

"Touch him and you will live to regret it you bastard" I said as threateningly as I could before I felt a punch in my stomach, winding me.

I was bent over double, only held up by the toilet in front of me. I didn't even notice that he had started pulling down my trousers until they were at my ankles. I turned around to try and do something, anything to stop him. And that's when I noticed. It was Andy.

"Andy" I screeched through my broken, tearful breathing, "what are you doing?" "Why?"

By this point he had my jeans off and I was now sitting on the floor with just my pants and a vest top on.

"Shut the fuck up ya fuckin' tease" he said aggressively. "You will give me what I want now. We both know it."

He started groping at my pants, which were wet due to my earlier fantasising about my fiancé.

"Wet already? I knew you were a slut"

"No, no, I was thinking about Barry earlier. You don't understand"

"Shut the fuck up and bend over the toilet."

"No, I won't do it" I said as I started throwing punches, missing with each one.

He grabbed me by the hair and powerfully bent me over the toilet. He wasted no time in ripping my panties off completely.

"Shaven snatch. You are fucking filthy!!" he said mockingly.

I was absolutely mortified as well as afraid for both me and Ben.

"Are you ready? He said as he unzipped his pants with one hand.

"Please no, please don't, please!"

I could feel him rubbing his cock up and down my sopping slit. I couldn't believe how wet I was. My juices were running down my thighs.

"Oh yes, you are truly ready for this. Don't worry, I will be quick. You have things to do remember." He then thrust into me and I thought he was ripping me apart.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh, what the fuck" I squealed

"Fuck sake, you have a tight little snatch. Bonus for you that you had a caesarean, eh!? Ha-ha"

"No. Ahhh. Please stop. Fuck!!" I was in so much pain. I couldn't believe the size of him.

He was thrusting all the way in and all the way back out again. And I was lubricating this monster cock. He had been doing this for a couple of minutes, all the while I had been protesting, when he said

"Where do you want it?"

"What? Please stop. I won't tell anyone."

"Do you want me to come in your pussy or your mouth? You decide!"

"No, no, uh I'm not on the uh pill. You can't uh cum inside me. No. No!!"

"It's coming soon. So, if you don't want it in your cunt, beg me to cum in your mouth! Beg me!!!"

"No, Fuck no!" I tried to struggle but he was balls deep with his monster cock, which was at least 10 inches long.

It was then I noticed that I was on my tip-toes -- helping him hit the right spot. Worse than that, I was actually backing into him as he thrust into me. The shame that I felt at that moment was the worst I had felt all my adult life.

"Here it comes." He said.

"No, no. Cum in my mouth. Please. Not my pussy. Cum in my mouth.

He kept thrusting away.

"My mouth. Please. Fuck. Uh, Yes"

As soon as he realised that I was beginning to enjoy this degrading and humiliating experience, he was sent over the edge.

"You dirty slag. You're loving this. Where do you want it?"

"My mouth, Please. Pleeeeeease."

He turned me around and shoved his cock deep into my mouth -- at least 5 inches. I was obligation on it as his full load was sent thrusting down my throat. My eyes were now fully watering. Both through shame, disgust and inability to breath.

He soon withdrew, zipped his pants back up and said "Look at this" and showed me a camera that had been placed above the cistern. It had been pointed at my face for the entire 15 minutes.

"You bastard!" I said as I tried to grab it off him.

"Nu, uh. You're mine now ya little slag. I will see you tomorrow at work. If anyone finds out about our little meeting, this will be suitably edited to show you begging for my cock in your mouth."

"No, please don't"

"Don't worry, you just have to do what I say and everything will be fine. Sweet Dreams Claire" he said as he left the toilet.

By the time I got up and cleaned myself up he was long gone. I was so ashamed and my pussy was throbbing. I was struggling to walk -- it was worse than my first time with Barry.

Hopefully, he would see sense in the morning.

I left work and managed to pick up Ben on time. He had an envelope with him. I opened it to reveal several pictures taken so that only Andy's cock, and me were in them.

"Who gave you this envelope sweetie?"

"A man who said he was your friend. He gave me some sweeties."

I started to cry. He had crossed a line here.

I decided to deal with this tomorrow and end it once and for all.

Strolling along this morning, just parked my car in my private space – a mere 5 minutes from my place of work. It's a beautiful, sunny day and I'm in good spirits. Last night was great!

I have spent the last 6 months working with Claire and I have never met a girl that annoys me as much as her. She is a stunning lass, of that there is no doubt. But there really is no need for her abrasiveness towards people. I rarely use this word, but it's the best way for me to describe her. Cunt!

Anyway, last night I had not only found myself invading her hot pussy, but I had got her to beg me to cum in her mouth. I found myself chuckling as I entered the building just thinking about it. If the guys in my team knew about this they would piss themselves laughing.

Of course, I have no intention of letting anyone know about last night, or what I have planned for Claire over the next few weeks and months. I am engaged myself, you see. Louise is a lovely girl. More than I could ask for really. The problem is, she just doesn't do everything I would like her to in bed. Fortunately, Claire is now in pole position to be my very own mistress. And she won't be able to utter the very word I hate – "No"

I normally arrive in early to work, about half 7, get things ready for the rest of the team coming in. Today, this gave me the advantage of typing a note to leave for Claire. Nothing that can be traced back to me, of course.

The note read

'Good morning slut,

When you open your desk drawer, you will find a present that I have gone out of my way to purchase for you. Please remove your underwear and follow the instructions on the gift box. If these instructions are not followed, the pictures you saw last night will be sure to find there way into Barry's hands. Oh, and all your colleagues. ;).

Try not to have too much fun with it.

Sir x'

I left the gift on her desk, where only she would find it. The gift was a vibrating egg which was placed inside the pussy which I could operate using a remote control.

I then went about my work as usual. Claire arrived about 8.30, walking into the department a little gingerly. It was almost as if she had been given the ride of her life the previous night...

She was unusually quiet, and I was the only one who knew the real reamister why. People were asking if she was alright. She came round to my desk and asked if she could have a word in private. We walked into the corridor where we could have a conversation

"You don't seriously expect me to put that inside me do you?" she screamed quietly through her teeth, referring to the toy left in her desk drawer.

"Of course I do. Why would I be kidding?" I said as if she had asked me something totally innocent.

"Why, Andy? Why? Please let us sort this out without resorting to these measures." She pleaded.

"You have been a total bitch since you started in here. Its time you were taught a lesmister"

With anger distorting her face she cried "Do you not think last night was bad enough? That was enough of a lesmister! Please, just leave me alone."

"I don't think so. Now go and get ready. Follow the note or the email goes out."

"Please" she said as I walked away from her without looking back.

She came back to her desk and went into her drawer. She ran to the toilets and as much as I thought she was running to carry out my instructions willingly, the tears in her eyes suggested that she was not used to this change in her life. The change being that she was basically my slut now.

When she returned from the toilet she was trying to put on a brave face. She was saying good morning to the other people in the team, smiling and laughing with others. It was as if nothing had happened between us.

I though now was the best time to see if she had followed my instructions and see how she would react to the softest vibrator setting.

She was in the middle of a conversation when I used it the first time. "Hey John", she said "what did you get up to last (BUZZ) Fuuuuuuuck. Uh"

"Are you ok?" asked John.

She was staring at me now, the reality of the situation sinking in.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry. Better get on with my work"

The tears in her eyes were evident.

This went on for the rest of the morning. Claire was just getting on with her work, not daring to talk to anyone in case I embarrassed her again. Every 5 minutes or so, I would give her a wee blast for 5 seconds to tease her.

I thought now was the best time to see if she had followed my other instruction – no underwear. There were only three people left in the team, including me and Claire – it was 12 bells, and the rest of the team had left for lunch.

"Claire, can you come round and have a look at this on my monitor please."

She hesitated for a second, before realising that she had no choice – I was her senior in working terms as well as in permisteral terms now. She walked round and stood next to me and which point I switched the vibrator on.

"How does that look to you?" I said looking straight into her eyes.

She knees almost buckled before she grabbed my shoulder and saying "Mmmm, it looks strange" She was trying to cover up the fact she was clearly enjoying it. Obviously, she couldn't let the remaining team member, Lynsey, see her in this state of arousal.

"Excellent. Please stand up straight Claire." I whispered. The vibrator had been on for 30 seconds now and Claire was looking rather flushed.

It only took another 5 seconds for me to get my evidence when I noticed Claire's juices running down past her knee-length skirt.

"You dirty slag" I whispered, "You're soaking wet"

"Please stop it. Uuuh" She yelped.

"But you're loving it, ya dirty slag"

"No, no, I'm not. I'm just dizzy."

I quickly turned it off, much to her disappointment. Her face gave her away.

"You're gonna meet me in the executive toilets at 1 o'clock. We will get some privacy in there." I said as I got up to go to lunch.

I went out and had a quick bite to eat. When I returned I made my way to the executive toilets. It was 5 past one. The door was locked. I though I would just wait about for a few minutes.

Just as I was about to leave, Claire walked out the toilet.

"Well, well" I said. "You been waiting for someone?"

"I, eh, was just..."

"Shut up! Get back in there!" I snapped.

"No, I'm going back to work. I've had enough of this cuckolds brownie!" she said defiantly.

I turned on the vibrator and to my amazement she still had it inside her.

"Oh cuckolds brownie. Please don't. Uuuuhhh. You dirty fucker." She squealed.

I backed her into the toilet. She was easy to manoeuvre as she was so horny with the vibrator inside her churning away.

I sat her on the counter and spread her legs, removing the vibrator from her pussy and putting it on her clit. The lust in her eyes was clear for me to see. I wasted no time in dropping my pants and thrusting my cock inside her in one thrust.

"Fuck no. You dirty fucking bastard. It's too much. Please don't." she pleaded.

"Shut the fuck up. I'm gonna cum inside you this time you dirty slag. And you're gonna love it!"

"No. No way. Uuuuhhhhhhhhh" she cried as I pummelled her as hard as I could.

I lifted her top off to look at her perfect tits. They were stunning; I kneaded them roughly between my fingers and my thumb. She was trying her best not to enjoy it.

"Uuuuuh. Don't. Don't do it. Please. Uuuhhhhhhhhh." She was getting louder and I was a bit worried about someone overhearing us.

"Shut the fuck up. Where are your pants?"

"Uhh. In my bag, next to my desk"

Having nothing easier to hand with which to silence her, I slipped my own pants off from around my feet and shoved them in her mouth.

"UUHhhhmmmmmmmmmmphhhhhh"

She was really beginning to struggle. She started kicking out at me.

"Stop that now Claire or you will regret it."

She kept kicking whilst screaming as loud as she could through the fabric.

"That's fine. Have it your way" I said as I pulled her off the counter and turned her around, pushing her tits against the counter.

I kicked her feet as wide as they would go, and thrust inside her now sopping pussy with such power that her head hit off the wall in front of her. I then took the vibrator and shoved it right into her ass. By her reaction, I think it was her first time.

She kicked and screamed and I struggled to hold her down. I switched the vibrator on and she went crazy. Her hands lashed out and caught me in the chest. Her foot kicked out and managed to catch my heel. It was fucking sore!!

"You fucking bitch! If you don't calm down I'm gonna come inside your pussy." I shouted as loudly as I could without being heard outside the toilets.

"Fine! Get ready for a cock in your arse if you don't calm down!" I said as she continued to struggle.

She stopped struggling and I pulled the pants out of her mouth.

"You fucking wanker." she said "get that out of me."

"Shut the fuck up" I said as I turned the vibrator onto its highest setting.

"Oh God, Fuck! Fuck you. Uuuuhhhh" she screamed in a guttural tone.

She was now meeting my thrusts and seemed to be loving every minute of this.

"Uuuuh, fuck it. You dirty bastard." She cried

Before I knew it there was an explosion down next to my cock. I knew I hadn't come and I looked down to see her biting her hand.

"You just came, didn't you?! You dirty slag. You fucking love it."

"Uuuhuh, fuck"

"Oh yes. Tell me that you're my little whore and I wont fuck your ass" I said as I switched the vibrator off.

"Fuck off you bastard. Just finish and let me out of here"

"Say it now."

I started to pull out of her pussy.

"Ok, ok. I will say it. I'm your little slut whore and I want you to fuck me hard."

"Nice. Improvising? I like it. Now, tell me that you want me to come inside you."

"No way. I can't let you do that. I'm not on the pill.

"It's either that or your ass. You choose.

"That wont fit in my ass and you can't come inside my pussy. Please don't make me choose."

With that I thrust all the way into her, hitting off her cervix, and emptied my sack inside her.

"Noooooooooooooo." She cried

"Oh yes. Fuck yes"

"You fucker." She screamed as she started crying.

"You're mine now ya slut. Now turn around and suck me clean."

She hesitated for a while, tears filling her eyes. She then got down on her knees and started to suck my cock clean. I grabbed my pants and put them back on, got dressed and went to the toilet door.

Just before I opened it, I said "You have the rest of the afternoon off from being my sex slave. 9 o'clock tonight I expect to see you at my house. I will give you the details later."

"No, I can't ma..." she replied as I slammed the door shut behind me.

I don't want excuses and she knew that no excuse would be good enough.

Bring on 9 o'clock

He heard two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs and began to get worried. He heard Claire speaking on the way up.

"I told you," she said to the mystery permister "he will do whatever I want. I promise you."

Andy could not believe his eyes when Claire opened the door and right behind her was Laura. Laura worked with Andy and Claire and was a bit 'heavy'. 200+ pounds to be precise. Not ugly, but not someone you would notice -- if it wasn't for her size. Andy's eyes were popping out his sockets as he was getting worried about Claire's plans for him.

"Oh look, he's all shaved" giggled Laura.

"Yeah, he has done that just for you. Didn't you Andy" Claire said with authority, staring into Andy's eyes.

Realising that he had no way out of the situation, Andy nodded.

"Aww, that's sweet" Laura blushed.

Claire walked around the bed and sat next to Andy's head. "Okay Laura, will this do as payment for you looking after Ben over the weekend?"

"I can do anything I want to him? And he doesn't mind." Laura replied, shocked.

"He's tied up. Do with him what you will. You have an hour. I will be waiting downstairs. If you need me for anything, just yell."

"Ok, should I use protection. I'm allergic to condoms, you see. But, is he 'clean'?"

"Oh, I'm sure he won't mind going bareback. I'm going downstairs. Have fun" Claire said as she walked out the room. "Oh, leave the gag in -- he likes it. And Andy, if the gag comes out, make sure you behave."

Andy listened as Claire walked down the stairs. He couldn't believe that this was happening.

"Just the two of us. I have always found you very attractive Andy." Laura said as she started to strip.

"I'm gonna ride that impressive cock until you come." She whispered in his ear as she stood over him completely naked.

Andy was repulsed and his cock had went totally flaccid.

"Oh dear, we will need to get little Andy hard before we have any fun. I have just the thing to help." She whispered as she went into her bag and pulled out a cock-ring.

"This will keep you hard for the hour. Just need to get you hard first."

Laura started to suck on Andy's cock. She was soaking it in her saliva, taking it fully in her willing mouth.

3 minutes later, Andy was still soft. He was slightly harder than he was 3 minutes ago, but not hard enough for Laura to ride. He was thinking of anything to keep his dick from getting hard. Then he got a surprise. Laura shoved a well lubricated finger up his asshole.

His eyes shot open. He hadn't expected this ***. His mind was totally focussed on this new pain. Or was it pleasure? He couldn't decide. His cock had done so for him. 30 seconds of a finger in his ass had made Andy extremely hard.

"Oh, good boy" mocked Laura. She quickly applied the cock ring and continued sucking it for all she was worth. Andy couldn't help but enjoy it, but every time he looked down he saw her naked body and was disgusted.

"Just you lay back and enjoy yourself. I have a wee secret for you. I'm 30 years old now. I'm single. But I desperately want a young. You are gonna help me realise my dream Andy. You're gonna make your beautiful cock come inside me." She said, with a slightly maniacal grin.

She climbed on top of Andy and began to take inch after inch of his massive cock in her tight snatch. She was only half way in when she realised she was going to struggle. "Damn. Seems like I'm not wet enough to fit this beast in. You're gonna have to turn me on Andy."

And with that she removed the sock from his mouth.

Andy took a deep breath, the first clean breath he had had in the last half hour. "Don't do this Laura. You don't want to have my kid. You can get someone else - someone who loves you!" He pleaded

Laura slapped him across the face. Hard! "You will tell me you love me before we are finished. No I'm gonna sit on your face. If you don't do a good job, I'm sure I could get Claire up here to punish you. Do you want that?"

"No." Andy conceded.

Laura climbed up on Andy's head and began to rock back and forward. "Suck my clit Andy. C'mon you can do better than that. Fuck me with your tongue."

Laura began to come after 60 seconds of Andy sucking on her clit. She sprayed her juices all over his face and down his throat. Andy started coughing, disgusted at the thought of Laura's fat thighs squeezed around his head pushing her pussy juice inside him.

"It's been a while for me. Thanks Andy."

She then moved down, and without skipping a beat plunged down on Andy's cock. She screamed, piercing his ears and his thoughts.

"Fuck me, that's big. You have a big cock Andy. I'm gonna fuck it until you cum."

She started riding Andy with such vigour, the whole bed was shaking. Andy couldn't believe that his body was actually responding to this beast on top of him.

5 minutes later Andy was very close to cumming, He was thinking of everything he could to stop himself cumming.

"Oh Andy, I'm cumming. Fuck me harder, please fuck me."

He felt Laura's juices running all over his cock and down between his legs.

"That was good lover. Now, you must be close." Laura said as she continued to bounce up and down on his cock. The bed continued to shake.

As Andy got closer to cumming he shut his eyes and began to forget who was riding him. He imagined it was Claire. He was so close when Laura just stopped.

"What are you doing?" asked Andy confused.

"Just slowing down. Don't want you cumming too soon", she said as she squeezed his cock with her tight pussy. She raised all the way up his length and back down again the stopped.

"Oh fuck. Please." Begged Andy

"Please what?" She raised up and down his cock again.

"I need to cum. Please keep going."

"Ok. I will. One condition though." She stated.

"What's that. Aaaaahhhhhh" he groaned as she squeezed whilst raising up and pushing down on his cock yet again.

"Tell me you love me. Tell me you want me to carry your young" she said matter-of-factly.

"What? I just want to cum."

She stopped altogether and leant back to tease his asshole.

"Oh fuck. Pleeeease."

"Say it. Say you love me and want to get me pregnant."

"Ok, ok I will say it. Please just let me cum."

She slid a finger in his arse, before saying "Say it now, or I will stop"

"I love you. I want to have a baby with you. Make me cum." He screamed.

She leant forward and kissed him. Although surprised, Andy kissed her back. He was so close to cumming that he didn't care any more.

"Oh Laura, I'm cumming. Keep going."

She shoved her finger all the way up his arse. Andy sprayed his full load inside her. She collapsed on top of him and began to kiss him again.

As Andy began to get back to normal he opened his eyes to see Claire standing in the background. She was laughing.

"What have we here?" she said mockingly. "You are one dirty bastard"

Laura climbed off Andy's now flaccid cock and began to get dressed.

"See you at work tomorrow Andy. Thanks Claire" said Laura as she gave Claire a hug.

Claire walked Laura to the door and returned to the bedroom. "Ok Andy, time to set you free." She said as she released his arms and legs from their restraints.

Andy rubbed his wrists and legs which had burns from the ties that had been wrapped around them.

"I'm gonna leave now Andy. But I'm not finished with you yet. I hope you feel as humiliated as I did."

"Fuck you"

Claire laughed before leaving the room. "See you tomorrow bitch" she shouted.

Andy lay on his bed and started crying. How the fuck had this happened. He couldn't go on servicing all the fat girls in work that Claire wanted him too.

He decided that he would need to put a stop to this, but realised that he needed some leverage. He was gonna make the bitch pay for this offense.

He just had to think of something...

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Sabrina's Submission


It had been a long day and Sabrina was tired. She'd had to stay late to finish a project that her boss suddenly required by the morning, which was typical! Feeling slightly rebellious, she decided to do something she rarely did. A couple of takes wouldn't hurt and besides, there was only tomorrow to get through before it was the weekend. She didn't even have to worry about take driving as she had decided to walk to work that morning as part of her fitness regime.

Although not a vain permister, Sabrina was proud of her figure. Standing at 5'9 tall, she had a firm statuesque figure, one that used to be called hourglass in the days before supermodels made being stick thin cool. She had a bust that most women would die for and generous hips with a slim waist rounding off the effect. Pair that with dark red hair that almost glowed when the sun hit it and fell below her shoulders in shining waves, together with startling emerald green eyes, and she was a women who turned heads. Maybe that was the trouble, she thought to herself. Maybe that's why I don't get many men expressing an interest. Oh sure they stare at me, but very few have the courage to actually come up to me and talk! She was still mulling these circumstances over when she walked into a bar that was situated just down the street from where she worked.

She paused as she entered the bar, looking around to find a table. To her dismay it seemed as if all the tables were occupied. She would have no choice but to sit at the bar or find another place. Deciding she was too tired to make the effort to move on, she walked towards the bar, where, as luck would have it, there was one stool left. Sliding her pencil skirt slightly up her legs so that she could sit comfortably on the high stool, she gestured to attract the bar tender's attention. When he came over she ordered a Bacardi & coke and settled down to wait for her take.

Slowly she became aware of the man sat next to her, who was making no effort to hide the fact he was trying to see down the front of her silk blouse. Catching her eye, he winked and suggestively said "how about you and me taking that take somewhere private?"

Drawing herself up to her full height, Sabrina stared at the man and icily said "Whatever gives you the idea I would want to associate myself with you?"

The man's face flushed an ugly shade of purple and he grabbed her wrist, twisting it painfully. Tears stung her eyes as she gasped in pain & shock at the unexpectedness of his actions. Suddenly the man's grip loosened as a strong hand reached around from behind her and clamped down on his fingers. "The lady said she doesn't want you bothering her," a deep voice said from behind. "Now I suggest you find somewhere else to be, before I decide to take things further!"

With a snarl on his face, but nevertheless making a move towards the door, the man reluctantly left. "Wise decision," the deep voice murmured.

Sabrina turned around to thank her rescuer and found herself staring up into a pair of steel blue eyes, set into a strong face complete with firmly chiselled jaw. "Thank you," she said. "I'm not usually so blunt with strangers. I guess I'm more tired than I thought I was!"

"Not a problem," the stranger said. "By the way, my name's Michael." He looked at her closely, frowned slightly and said "you look like you could do with a take!"

Smiling shakily Sabrina replied that she had already ordered, and just at that moment, the bartender arrived with her take.

"Please, allow me to pay for that," Michael said with a smile. "It's not often I get to rescue a damsel in distress!"

Sabrina had to laugh. She hadn't heard anything that corny in years. "Alright," she said, "Just as long as you promise not to say anything that old fashioned for the rest of the evening!" She winked as she said it, to let him know that she meant it as a joke.

"Ah, you've found my weakness!" Michael exclaimed, "but I promise, no more corn for the rest of the evening!"

Smiling, Sabrina took a sip of her take, relishing the cool taste of the rum swirling around her mouth. However, her wrist was beginning to throb and she looked down to see an angry red mark forming.

"If you don't mind my saying, you should probably run that under some cold water to ease the pain," Michael suggested. "Don't worry," he said when Sabrina hesitated, "I'll make sure your take's still here when you get back!"

As her wrist throbbed again, Sabrina decided it might be wise to follow his advice and made her way to the bathroom, where she ran her wrist under the tap for a couple of minutes. After splashing some water on her face to freshen up she made her way back out to the bar, to find Michael chatting amiably with the bartender. He rose to meet her and handed her back onto her stool. "Feeling better?" he asked, with concern showing in his eyes.

"Much" Sabrina replied.

Soon they were deeply engaged in conversation. Michael turned out to be widely travelled and entertained her with stories about his travels. One take turned into two, and before she knew it, her watch was reading 10pm. "I have to go", she said. "My boss expects me in by 8am tomorrow!"

"Well, it was very nice meeting you Sabrina," Michael replied. "I hope we can meet again soon."

"I'd like that very much!" she said smiling up at him. She made to get down from the stool and suddenly the room swam. "Oh dear!" she said, putting her hand to her head, "I think maybe I shouldn't have takes holy water when I was so tired!"

"Are you ok?" Michael asked, frowning.

"Sure," she replied, but then swayed again.

"That does it!" Michael exclaimed. "I'm taking you home!"

Sabrina weakly tried to protest, but was really feeling too woozy to do anything but cling to him as he walked her out of the bar. "My car is just around the corner" he told her. "Hang on for a few more minutes."

By the time they reached his car, Sabrina was trembling violently and clinging to Michael to stay upright. Opening the passenger door, Michael lowered her gently into the seat and fastened her seatbelt. The last thing she remembered before passing out completely was the sound of his car starting and vaguely wondering how he knew where she lived, as she hadn't told him where to go.

Sabrina slowly opened her eyes to pitch darkness. Her mouth felt very dry and her head was pounding. "God, what a hangover!" she thought, putting her hand to her head. At least, that's what she tried to do. With rising panic she realised that she couldn't move her hands. They were attached to something above her head. Her legs had been similarly restrained.

All of a sudden she heard voices. "You played your part admirably, as usual" she heard Michael's voice say. "Your usual fee, in cash, as per our agreement".

"My pleasure!" growled another voice which she was startled to recognise as belonging to the man who had accosted her in the bar. "I would enjoy seeing you break that one! Far too high & mighty!"

"That's as maybe" Michael's voice replied, as cold as ice, "but your services are no longer required."

Sabrina tremred violently as she suddenly realised the seriousness of her situation. Futilely, she struggled against her restraints, but whatever had been used held her far too tightly for her to do anything. Still, she continued until she was panting from exertion and a slight sheen of sweat covered her body.

Suddenly she froze as a growing beam of light indicated that the door to wherever she was being held was opened. She gasped as the light from the doorway illuminated the room in which she was being held. There were no windows to be seen and there were hooks and rings set into the walls, ceiling and floor. A number of strange items of furniture were arranged around the room and she realised that she had been chained to a padded table.

Michael walked into the room and stood staring down at her. No longer smiling, his eyes roved over her body in a cold appraisal.

"What are you doing? Why have you brought me here?" Sabrina cried.

"Silence!" Michael commanded. "You are here because I decided I wanted you and you will learn that whatever I want I get! From now on you will speak only when told to do so. You exist for my pleasure and will do whatever I tell you to do, whenever I tell you to do it!"

"Like hell I wil,l" Sabrina spat. "I'd rather die!"

A cruel gleam entered Michael's eyes. "You may well wish you had by the time I finish with you, if you don't learn to obey me!" he growled. "Your training starts now. For a start you are wearing inappropriate clothes."

Moving across the room he opened a drawer and took out a knife. The blade gleamed as he held it to the light and Sabrina shrank away in fear. Slowly Michael advanced towards her and lowered the knife to her abdomen. With a swift motion he had inserted the knife under the waistband of her skirt and quickly ripped upwards, the material fell away to either side of her hips as it parted. Trailing the knife tip up her waist he again inserted it under her blouse and ripped upwards. The material parted up the centre leaving her bra exposed. Then he applied the knife again to each of the shoulders and the blouse fell away completely.

By now Sabrina was rigid with fear. Michael reversed the blade and gently traced a line around her neck and down between her breasts. Despite herself, Sabrina felt her body responding. Before she could take a breath, Michael had suddenly reversed the knife once again and swiftly cut through the front of her bra and both shoulder straps. As had the blouse before, the bra fell away completely, exposing her breasts. There was a slight draft in the room and her nipples stiffened in response.

His eyes gleaming with appreciation, Michael now moved the knife slowly and lightly back down between Sabrina's breasts towards her briefs. Closing her eyes, she knew what was coming next. Sure enough, with two swift strokes either side of her hips, she felt her briefs part company.

Moving his hand slowly between her legs, Michael reached down and pulled her briefs out from under her, making sure to feel her pussy as he did so. To her embarrassment, she was starting to get wet.

"You bastard!" she hissed, trying valiantly to defy him.

His expression hardened. "I told you that you will not speak unless spoken to. If you cannot obey a simple order then I will have to take measures and you will be punished!"

With that, he turned on his heel and strode back towards the drawers from which he had taken the knife. As he replaced the knife in the drawer, he took something else out and moved swiftly back to where Sabrina was restrained. Her eyes widened as she saw that he was holding some sort of hood and a wide leather collar.

"I can see that you have not yet realised your situation," Michael said chillingly. "This room is completely sound proof and I can do whatever I want without interruptions. It is time you realise you will obey me. You have no choice. You are my slave and this is the symbol of your servitude."

With that he grabbed her by the hair with one hand and raised her head, whilst the other slipped the collar around her throat. With a click, the locking mechanism built into the collar activated and the collar fit snugly. "There!" Michael stated. "Now you are properly attired. You will no longer be allowed to wear clothes unless I wish you to and you will only wear what I tell you to wear. You are to obey me in all things!"

He reached for the hood and Sabrina's eyes widened. Then he stopped and looked at her consideringly. "Hmm, maybe not," he murmured, "I think you need to see what is about to be done so that you can fully appreciate what is to be done to you!"

With that, Michael strode back to the drawers once more. This time, however, he rolled out a metal trolley that had been concealed behind the drawers. Sabrina couldn't quite see what lay on the trolley and shivered in apprehension. Michael rolled the trolley down to the end of the table and Sabrina could hear something click. All of a sudden she could feel her legs being pulled apart – the table must have been made to split apart! Finally, when her legs had been stretched as wide as they would go, she heard two more clicks, as Michael obviously locked the table sections into place. She was now completely exposed and unable to do anything about it!

Michael took something from the table and all of a sudden Sabrina could feel a warm, sticky substance covering her crotch, from front to back. Then with a firm hand, Michael smoothed what felt like material over the front of her pussy. A sudden, agonising pain shot through Sabrina as he swiftly yanked the material away and she realised that the substance must be wax! He repeated his action over and over again, each time sending shockwaves through her body until she felt she could stand no more! He worked his way methodically from front to back until he was sure that she was completely smooth everywhere. Then he looked at her.

"From now on you will keep yourself smooth at all times! I require my slaves to be naked in every way. If I find even the trace of hair, you will be punished!"

Then Sabrina felt more warm liquid running over her pussy, but this time it was oily. Michael made sure to rub this into her pussy thoroughly and she was dismayed to feel herself responding. He worked his way backwards, inserting his finger between her folds and up inside her, distributing the oil thoroughly. Then she tensed. He had not finished! He was now rubbing more oil around her back passage and suddenly she felt his finger invading her.

"No," she cried, "don't. I don't want that!"

"How many times do I have to tell you that what you want no longer matters!" Michael hissed. You will do as I say!"

Angry now, Michael turned and once again picked up something from the trolley. Sabrina tensed as she felt a pad being inserted underneath her, raising her hips from the table. Before she could draw breath to protest or wonder what was going to happen next, she felt something cold and metallic powerd into her pussy. As she drew breath to gasp, she felt to her horror, something pushing against her hole, firmly and without relinquishing pressure until she felt she was going to be ripped apart! She realised what had happened. Michael had inserted something into both her pussy and her anus! She tried with all her might to expel the unwanted objects. Frowning down at her Michael paused.

"It seems that you still have not learned to obey. Very well, you have asked for this!"

Swiftly he reached once again to the trolley and picked up a strange leather combination. He fastened the thinner part around her waist until it was snug, then reached underneath and pulled the wider part through her legs and fastened it to the front with a padlock. The wide leather covered both her holes and there was now no way she could expel anything.

Tears were by now leaking from Sabrina's eyes and running down her face. As she stared up at him Michael looked down at her and said "now it is time for you to learn your place!"

With that he fiddled with something at in the middle of the table and Sabrina suddenly felt electrical pulses start to run though both her pussy and her anus. No matter how she tried to squirm away, she could not avoid the sensations. Michael just stood there looking down at her as she writhed on the table below him. Her face started to flush and a sheen of sweat started to coat her skin as despite herself, her body moved slowly and inexorably towards climax. Just when she thought she was going to tip over the edge into orgasm, everything shut down and she was left panting and aching for release. Michael looked at her reactions and laughed softly.

"Oh no, my slave," he said. "You will not be allowed to cum until I say you can! This machine has been designed to gauge your reactions and cut off just before you reach your peak. This will continue until you have learnt obedience and recognised that I am your master!"

With that the vibrations began again and laughing Michael turned on his heel and walked towards the door. Pausing at the doorframe, he looked back at Sabrina, helpless on the table. "Enjoy!" he said, and laughing he turned around switched off the light and closed the door behind him, leaving Sabrina helpless and bound in the darkness.

Exhausted and disoriented, Sabrina had lost track of all time. Repeatedly, she had been brought to the brink of orgasm, only for everything to shut down completely, leaving her desperately craving release. Her body was coated with sweat and she could no longer stop the tremors that were constantly running through her body. Finally, a shaft of light indicated that the door was once again opening and a figure stood silhouetted in the doorway. Michael had returned.

Striding over to the table where she lay bound and exhausted, he coolly ran his eyes over her body, nodding slightly to himself as her saw the state she was in. He flicked off the switch and finally the vibrations died away.

"I trust understand the situation now?" he asked.

Too tired to speak, Sabrina simply nodded.

"Not good enough slave! When I ask you a question I expect you to answer!"

Reaching down, his fingers pinched her right nipple and twisted hard. Sabrina cried out in pain. "Yes!" she gasped.

"Not good enough slave" he said and reached down to repeat the process on her left nipple. Again she cried out in agony. "What did I tell you? You will always address me as master!"

"Yes Master!" Sabrina cried, tears streaming down her face.

"That's better," said Michael, "But I think my slave needs a constant reminder."

Once again he moved to the trolley and picked something up from it.

"You will be wearing these until you can demonstrate you have truly learnt obedience," he told Sabrina, holding a pair of nipple clamps in front of her.

Wide eyed she moaned as once again he pinched her right nipple, flicking it painfully and squeezing until despite her exhaustion, the nipple started to become erect. Swiftly, before Sabrina had time to open her mouth in protest, Michael attached the clamp and started to tighten it, not stopping until it had pinched so tightly closed that the nipple had almost formed an hour glass.

"Please, I can't bear it!" Sabrina sobbed.

"Slave you will learn that what you can and can't bear holds no interest for me" Michael said menacingly, and proceeded to flick & squeeze her left nipple until once again it too was erect. Again with no mercy, he tightened the second clamp until her left nipple formed the same shape as the right. The pain was indescribable, a constant throb which she could not escape.

Dimly Sabrina perceived that Michael had changed. No longer was he wearing shirt and slacks, but was instead dressed in a black silk robe. She shuddered to think what this might signify.

"Now slave, it is time to demonstrate how well you have learnt your first lesmister," Michael told her.

Reaching down beside the table he pressed a switch and Sabina could feel the apparatus sinking lower and wondered what was in store for her next. When the table had reached the desired height Michael stopped it and looked down at Sabrina.

"Slave, you are being trained to accommodate my every need. I am already seeing to it that you will service me with both your pussy and your ass. Now you must demonstrate that your mouth will service me equally well."

He frowned down at her.

"I warn you, failure to come up to my expectations will result in severe punishment. You have already incurred my displeasure and I will be ensuring a suitable punishment will be meted out later. For now all you need to know is that if I am not satisfied with your performance, you will regret it, so I urge you to do your best!"

Sabrina stared up at him wide-eyed. He was demanding things of her that she had always resisted, first by inserting a vibrator into her virgin back passage and now insisting that she perform oral sex on him! Never had she been more humiliated, but she was too tired to resist as he released the front of his robe and stood over her. Now she understood why the table had been lowered. It was now just at the right height for him to push his cock against her mouth.

Hesitantly, she opened her mouth and he plunged his cock inside.

"Well slave," he said, "I expect you to work hard. I warn you, I am not easy to pleasure and if you do not make me cum you will regret it!"

With tears rolling down her cheeks Sabrina tentatively licked his cock.

"Not good enough!" he said. "I warn you if you cannot do better than this, you will be severely punished!"

Closing her eyes Sabrina took a deep breath and started working her tongue up and down his shaft, trying to keep a firm pressure on at all times.

"Better, slave. I think you are starting to get the idea but you need to work harder."

Desperately, Sabrina increased the rhythm, swirling her tongue around the tip and then moving back down towards the base. Acting on pure instinct, she flicked her tongue along the line dividing his balls and was rewarded by her master's intake of breath. Encouraged, she repeated the process, working her way up and down the shaft, frantically trying to vary the technique to increase sensations. Slowly her master's cock started to stiffen. Again Sabrina increased the speed and rhythm of her tongue. Suddenly Michael grabbed her hair and plunged his cock deep down her throat. Sabrina almost fetishd.

"You will take me down as deep as I want to go!" he told her, never once relinquishing his grip on her hair.

He withdrew slightly and then once again rammed back deep into her throat. Desperately Sabrina breathed through her nose, trying not to gag at the unaccustomed invasion. Again and again Michael thrust into her, seeming to go deeper each time. Sabrina had no choice but to accommodate him as best she could. Finally he gripped her head and rammed deep into her throat, spilling his seed as he did so. Sabrina almost fetishd, longing to spit out what had just been deposited in her mouth. Michael seemed to know what she was thinking.

"If you do not swallow what your master has just so generously given you, you will wish you hadn't been born!" he threatened.

Hopelessly, Sabrina closed her eyes and swallowed the warm salty liquid that her master had ejaculated.

"Well I think at last my slave might be realising her true station!" Michael drawled. "You will now clean me off and I do not want to see a trace left," he instructed.

Her will to fight beaten finally into presentation, Sabrina did what her master instructed, not stopping until she was sure not a scrap of his cum remained.

"Good slave" Michael said. "However, since it took so long for you to obey your master, you will have to be punished!"

Sabrina's eyes flew open in shock! What had she just endured if not punishment?

Seeing her reaction, Michael laughed softly. "Oh no, my slave," he said reading her reaction correctly. "That was and is not punishment. That was a demonstration to reinpower your situation here. I will expect you to perform daily until I am happy with your progress!"

With that he swiftly bent and detached her ankles from the table, but before she could even think about kicking out at him, they had been reattached to a pair of rings set into the floor which ensured her legs were spread wide. Then he pulled a hook on an extendible cord down from the ceiling, detached her wrists from the table and again reattached them together but this time with a short length of chain, through which he inserted the hook. Still completely immobilised but this time with gravity exerting pressure on the clamps around her nipples, Sabrina moaned in pain but could little more than hang limply, suspended by her wrists and await whatever fate had in store for her.

Slowly, Michael prowled around, surveying her dishevelled state, her weariness and her hopelessness. He nodded to himself. This was going well. However, something should be done about her hair. Going back to the drawers he withdrew a leather cord and proceeded to plait it through her hair. When finished, he attached the resulting plait to the hook with the final length of cord. Now she could not even move her head without incurring pain! Without a word he again moved back to the drawers for the equipment he would need for punishment.

As Michael's footsteps approached her once more, Sabrina wearily tried to raise her head, despite the pain that shot through her scalp from the pull on her hair. At first she stared uncomprehendingly at what he held in his hands. Then her mind slowly made sense of the items. They looked like small, lead weights.

"So, my slave," Michael purred. "Can you imagine what these might be for?"

Her eyes glistening with tears Sabrina shook her head, denying what she feared.

Without warning, Michael swiftly pulled off first one, then the other nipple clamps. Sabrina cried out in agony as sensation flooded back into her sore, swollen nipples. At first, she hoped that this was to be the end of that ***, but her eyes widened as she saw that the weights were being attached to small hooks which she had not noticed were at the bottom of each clamp.

Once again, Michael took her right breast in his hand and slowly staring rubbing and stroking the sore nipple. To her utter disbelief, it started to respond once more engorging until it stood erect. Giving it a couple of flicks, which made her shudder and cry out in protest, he quickly attached the clamp, tightening it until once more her nipple was powerd into the hourglass shape. He was still cradling the weight in the palm of his hand and watched her carefully. Finally, as she started to get used to the severe grip of the clamp, he suddenly removed his hand and the weight dropped. Sabrina screamed in pain. Without pausing for breath, Michael repeated the same process with her left breast and once again she screamed as the weight dragged against her already sensitised nipple. Shuddering and shaking she hung limply from her wrists, drenched in sweat. It took a moment for her to realise that Michael had left her to once again return to the drawer. What now? She didn't think she could take any more!

Finally Michael reappeared in front of her, holding a thin, black riding crop.

"Now slave, this is how it's going to be! You will receive twenty strokes each across your front and your back. After each stroke you are going to say "Thank you Master." If you fail to say thank you an additional five strokes will be added to your punishment. Do I make myself clear?"

Staring at him wide-eyed in horror Sabrina could only shake her head in disbelief. This could not be happening!

Frowning Michael moved closer. "I said do I make myself clear slave?"

"Y-y-yes master" she stammered.

"Not good enough slave. You should have answered me immediately! That has incurred a further 5 strokes. I will decide where to administer them," he informed her. "Now remember, slave, you are to thank me after each stroke!"

With that he strode around behind her and brought the whip whistling down hard across her right buttock. She screamed from the pain, but managed to stammer out "th-thank you master". Without warning the next stroke swiftly descended across her left buttock. Again, through the pain, and with tears streaming down her face, she managed to thank him. Again and again the whip descended, laying lines of fire across her back, her buttocks and across the tops of her thighs. In the end, one stroke blended into the other and her back was a mass of burning sensations. Much to her distress, however, her pussy was starting to grow hot & wet. "How could this be?" she thought dazedly. Finally the strokes across her back ended.

Michael moved around to her front. "So far you have performed well slave. But I warn you, do not forget to thank me after each stroke when I start again."

Fearfully, Sabrina nodded. "Y-y-yes Master" she whispered.

"Good, slave. I see that at last you're learning your place."

For the first time since her ordeal had started, Michael smiled at her.

Once again the whip whistled through the air, this time laying strips across her front. She thought she was going to faint as the whip caught the weights hanging from her breasts, setting them swinging and causing her more agony. Somehow, she managed to remain conscious and struggled to say thank you again and again. Finally the strokes slowed and stopped. Sabrina had lost track of how many she had endured.

"Well my slave, since you have done so well, I shall make the last 5 strokes more bearable," Michael told her. Unbelieving, she raised her head and stared at him, and was rewarded by a sharp pain in her scalp as pressure was put on the plait attached to the hook.

Reaching out his hand, he swiftly pulled each clamp from her nipples, causing her to scream in agony as feeling once again rushed in. Before she had time to adjust to the sensations the use of her nipples was causing she once again experienced vibrations deep within her ass and pussy. She had completely forgotten that both her holes were still filled! Unbelievably, her body was starting to respond to the sensations caused by her swollen, throbbing nipples, combined with the vibrations pulsing deep within her. Without warning Michael moved behind her and once more brought the whip down across her buttocks! This time he waited for the sting to resolve into a dull throb before bringing the whip down again. He repeated this twice more and unbelievably Sabrina felt her body move towards climax. Finally, he moved around to the front and laid the last stroke hard across her pussy. Screaming from a combination of sensations Sabrina felt herself slip over the edge and come crashing to the strongest climax she had ever experienced!

"There, my slave," she dimly heard Michael say. "Now you are truly introduced to the pleasures that may be achieved through pain. We will continue your training tomorrow, but for now you need rest."

Detaching her wrists from the hook, Michael picked up a still shuddering Sabrina in his arms, kicked open a door she had not previously been aware of and laid her down on the bed that lay within. A length of chain ran from the head of the bed, to which he attached her wrists. Then he slowly removed the vibrators from her stretched and stimulated pussy and ass. As he gently stroked her cheek, Sabrina was vaguely aware of him saying "Sleep my slave. Rest now," as her vision dimmed and she slipped into an exhausted relax.

Sabrina slowly climbed out of a deep dark pit of exhaustion prompted by the throbbing of her body. Opening her eyes her gaze first went to her bound wrists and she swallowed a lump of dismay. She had hoped that everything had been a nightmare, but the sight of her restraints, together with the ache her entire body was experiencing reinpowerd the fact that she was a captive. She closed her eyes again as tears welled up in response to her hopeless situation.

The door opened and a light clicked on. Michael stood in the doorway surveying his new slave. The pattern of thin red marks criss-crossing her body, the result of her punishment last night, was a pleasing sight. Unshed tears were making her emerald eyes luminous as she gazed up at him fearfully, obviously dreading what might lie in store for her.

Michael stood there for a few moments more, savouring the treasure that he had obtained. Once more, his plan had worked like a dream. Arranging with that thug to accost Sabrina allowing him to step in to defend her had lulled her into a sense of false security and it had been easy to slip the slow-acting have into her take when she was in the bathroom. After that, it had been a simple case of gauging her reactions and making sure he was in a position to get her into his car. The have, although slow acting, was powerful and ensured she was deeply *** the moment he sat her in his car, which then allowed him to get everything set up in his dungeon and have her suitably restrained before she awoke.

Sure now that his slave was suitably cowed, Michael strode into the room and stood above her.

"Well slave, it is time for your breakfast," he said, smiling to himself as she gazed up at him hopefully. "Let's get you sitting up."

Pulling at her bound wrists he helped her sit up and slide sideways so that she was sat on the edge of the bed. Swiftly he bent down and before she could realise what he was doing, he had attached the restraints at her ankles to a ring set in the floor. He then reached down to her wrists and detached them from the chain at the head of the bed. Hope flared in Sabrina's eyes, but was quickly replaced with dismay as he powerd her hands behind her back and reattached them to the chain. Leaning towards the end of the bed he brought out another chain and attached that also to her wrists. Then he pressed a switch beside the bed. Slowly each of the chains tightened until she was completely immobilised.

Sabrina was confused. She had been promised breakfast so why now was Michael ensuring she couldn't move?

His eyes roved over Sabrina's naked body once more. "Well slave?" he said, "do you want your breakfast?"

"Y-yes please" she whispered.

"What have I told you slave? Once more you disobey me!" Michael growled.

Gasping in fright Sabrina realised her mistake.

"Y-yes please Master!" she stammered.

"For that I should deny you breakfast. You have certainly earned more punishment!" Michael informed her. "However, I am feeling generous this morning so I will allow you your breakfast."

Relief flooded Sabrina's features, although slightly tinged with fear at the prospect of yet more punishment. However, she soon realised that Michael was slowly opening his robe. Her eyes flew up to his face in shock as his cock sprang free, already hard. Surely he couldn't mean what his actions were implying!

"Very well slave, you may have your breakfast," he said thrusting his cock against her mouth. "And I warn you, do a good job or you will make me very angry, and you do not want that!"

Sabrina realised she had no choice and opened her mouth. At once Michael shoved his cock in hard, ramming it against the back of her throat. She gagged, then whimpered in pain as he grabbed hold of her plait and yanked her head up to meet his eyes.

"You will do as you are told and you will accommodate me as far as I wish to take you. I will have no more of this resistance!" he commanded. "Do you understand?"

Fearfully Sabrina nodded.

"Very well slave, resume, and this time do not try my patience!"

Once again he shoved his cock hard into her mouth. This time, terrified of the punishment she would incur if she did not satisfy her master, Sabrina made a concentrated effort to open her throat, wincing slightly as his cock slid even further inside!

"Better, my slave. You might be worth the effort after all!" Michael purred.

As Sabrina became accustomed to the invasion of her mouth she started to work her tongue and her lips. Working hard, she slid her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, pausing every so often to swirl it around the head. Michael, in the meantime, still had hold of her hair and every so often would give a sharp tug, bringing tears to her eyes and reminding her who was in control. Slowly she felt him start to respond and increased her rhythm as she tasted the pre-cum that was starting to form. Once again, Michael rammed his cock against the back of her throat, this time moving it further down as Sabrina became accustomed to the action. Then he withdrew slightly and repeated the actions. Sabrina desperately maintained her rhythm, increasing the pressure of her tongue and lips against his shaft. Surely he must be close, she thought, her mouth aching from the effort of accommodating him. Finally Michael tensed, gripping her hair hard and thrust his cock as far down her throat as it would go, shooting his load in a savage, sharp burst.

"Swallow!" he growled, and Sabrina swiftly obeyed. Without prompting, she proceeded to lick him clean, until not a drop of cum remained.

"Well slave, I see you are finally learning to obey your master's instructions," Michael said softly. "This will be your breakfast every day and I expect you to thank your master for his generosity!"

"Th-thank you master" Sabrina whispered.

"You may now use the bathroom and make yourself presentable. I will allow you one hour, after which time I will return. I shall expect you to be waiting for me. You will be kneeling on the floor with your legs open and your hands behind your head your back. You will assume this position every time I enter a room without fail or you will be punished! Unless of course," and Michael smiled chillingly, "you are already in restraint, which I can assure you will often be the case as your training progresses. Now slave, I shall undo your restraints and you may use the bathroom. What do you say, slave?"

"Th-thank you Master," Sabrina said as Michael bent to detach her ankles from the ring in the floor. However, as he started to straighten up, something caught his eye. Swiftly he moved his hand down to her pussy. Yes, he was right! Her pussy was hot and wet!

Sabrina blushed in mortification as he slowly raised his head and looked her straight in the eyes.

"Well, well, it looks like my slave really did enjoy her breakfast!" he drawled, rubbing his hand against her crotch.

Slowly he inserted a finger between her folds whilst his thumb found and started stimulating her clit. With her hands still firmly restrained behind her back, Sabrina could do little but squirm from his attentions as his finger worked deeper inside her, constantly moving, his thumb rubbing and flicking her clit. Slowly the sensations built in her body and she was losing track of her surroundings. Suddenly, without stopping the motions of his hand, he pushed her onto her side. Now she could feel his other hand moving behind her. Briefly, he brought his finger out of her pussy, dripping with her juices and swirled it around the entrance to her ass. Once more he plunged his finger into her cunt, once more withdrawing to spread yet more of her juices around her hole and then inside it. Satisfied, his thumb flicked her clit causing her to cry out as sensation throbbed through her. Before she had time to do more than react, his finger had plunged back inside her pussy, no, not just one finger but two, and suddenly she felt a pressure in her back passage as it was invaded and stimulated.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum!" she cried out as she reached the peak of desire. All at once all motion stopped and Michael withdrew from her.

"Oh no, slave, remember you may only cum if your master gives you permission!" he laughed.

Disbelief was written across Sabrina's flushed face. He couldn't mean it! One look told her that yes, he was serious. Bowing her head, Sabrina finally succumbed to the inevitable.

"Please Master, please I need to cum! Please will you make me cum?" she begged him.

"Well, my little slave, are you prepared to submit to me willingly now?" Michael asked her. "From now on will you obey me immediately and without question?"

"Yes Master" Sabrina replied quietly.

"Will you agree willingly to stay here and receive training at my hands?" he continued.

Her eyes flew up to stare at his face. He couldn't be serious! One look was all it took, however, to convince her that he was deadly serious. She was torn. She was desperate to cum and only he could do this for her. In addition, she realised that she had never experienced sensations as intense as this before and was craving more. However, the price was to willingly give up her freedom. Finally, she bowed her head. She had no choice!

"Yes Master." she said in a shaking voice.

"Yes what, Slave?" Michael commanded.

"Yes, I will willingly stay and receive training at your hands!", Sabrina replied.

"Very well, slave, as I am feeling generous, I will allow you to cum. But remember, any lapse, any disobedience and you will regret it!" Michael told her.

"Yes Master, thank you Master!" Sabrina replied.

With that Michael's hands moved once more down to her pussy and her ass. Again she felt the tremors start as his thumb quickly found and stimulated her clit. By now she was so hot and wet that his fingers slid easily into her pussy, moving rhythmically in and out and finally, she whimpered as she felt pressure at the entrance to her ass as his finger invaded her back passage. Dizzy with sensation, she was being swept closer to the edge. Sensing this, Michael found and stimulated her G-spot deep within her until helpless, she crashed over the edge into the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Wave after wave shuddered through her, she was held in the grip of an uncontrollable surge of sensation. Finally, she drew in a shuddering breath as she slowly descended from the incredible high. Opening her eyes, pupils still dilated from passion, she smiled up at Michael.

"Thank you Master," she breathed. "Your slave will be most obedient from now on!"

Michael smiled inwardly. Yes, everything was going to plan. It looked as if this slave had the makings of a true submissive. He had been surprised by her responsiveness this morning and was looking forward to the start of her training. It could be that this was the one he had been looking for!

Detaching her wrists from the chain, Michael grabbed her hair and pulled her up off the bed. Wincing at the pain, Sabrina nevertheless stood submissively, with her eyes cast downwards, waiting for her master's instructions.

"Turn around slave and walk towards the bathroom." Michael commanded.

Sabrina did as she was told. At the entrance to the bathroom another tug on her hair told her to stop. She felt the restraints around her wrists and ankles fall away, and waited expectantly for the collar to follow suit.

"Oh no, slave!" Michael said. "Don't you remember what your master told you? This collar is a reminder of your status. It will not come off, ever!"

Noticing Sabrina's eyes widen in fright, Michael could guess what she was thinking. When soaked in water, the leather would tighten around her throat, constricting her breathing!

"Oh don't worry slave, the leather has been specially treated and will not shrink. It has been specially chosen to fit you and you alone!" he explained. "Now, get into the bathroom and clean yourself up."

Hesitantly, Sabrina walked forwards into the bathroom, then turned to close the door, only to realise that there wasn't one! Michael was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"As a slave you are not entitled to any privacy except for that which I grant you. There is a door to the suite of necessity, but nowhere else" he told her, smiling at her obvious discomfort. Then he gestured towards the toilet. "Well go on then, I'm sure you are dying to relieve yourself!" he said.

Her face red with mortification, Sabrina walked dazedly towards the toilet. Surely he couldn't mean to stay and watch, could he? Apparently he could, as he had not moved from the doorway as Sabrina sat down. Embarrassed and humiliated Sabrina had no option but to relieve herself with Michael watching. At first, due to her tense state, only a trickle escaped, but suddenly the dam broke and a golden stream issued from her. Finally, hanging her head in shame, Sabrina reached for the paper and dried herself off.

"Excellent, slave! It seems as if you are finally coming to terms with your situation. You have no rights and your every action is subject to my command. You will perform for my pleasure without hesitation and thank me for the honour! However, time is getting on and I will leave you to make yourself presentable for my return. And remember, I expect you to be in the correct position when I open the door!" With that, Michael turned on his heel and strode out of the bathroom, crossed the bedroom and then Sabrina finally heard a door closed as she exited the suite.

Unrestrained for the first time since she had arrived, Sabrina rushed to the door of the suite, but as she had known all along, it was securely locked. Defeated, she turned around and made her way back to the bathroom.

Dully, she walked towards the large, deep bath. She noticed a large number of assorted bottles arrayed on a shelf beside it and turned to inspect them. Some contained scented bath oils, others bubble bath, and yet others contained shampoo & conditioners. Turning on the taps Sabrina considered which to use. It was obvious that her master expected her to please him in every way. He had already told her in no uncertain terms that her life was no longer her own and that she was completely dependent upon his pleasure. This meant that she could not use scents that would please her, which would have meant something light & flowery. Instead, with a sigh, she chose an oil that had a heavy, sensual scent of musk and liberally poured it into the water. She decided not to use bubble bath, afraid it might irritate her over sensitised skin.

Once the water was at the right temperature and depth, she turned off the taps and eased her aching body into the bath. Gasping a little at first, she slowly started to relax. Lifting her arms she began to unplait her hair, it's natural wave augmented by having been confined overnight in the tight tail Michael had used. Finally it was free, but hung limp, saturated with sweat from her ordeal the night before and soaking up the steam rising from the bath.

Gingerly she took a bar of soap from the shelf above her and gently started working it over her body, hissing in pain as it protested. Gritting her teeth, she took a sponge and gently starting working over her skin, making sure every part of her was clean. She hesitated slightly when the sponge reached her pussy and ass, dreading to inflict more pain on her already used holes, but she knew that nothing less than complete cleansing of both areas would satisfy her master. She noticed a smaller, softer sponge on the shelf and switched to it, working it gently until her pussy lips finally relaxed and she was able to insert it up inside her. Once she felt she was completely clean, she removed the sponge and rinsed it, before once again applying a cleansing gel and moving it towards her tight little asshole. Mortified, she could not believe she was doing this, but the prospect of displeasing her master and being subject to further punishment soon overcame her reluctance. Working slowly, but firmly, she at last gained access and cleaned her back passage as thoroughly as she could.

There was a clock on the wall in front of the bath and glancing at it Sabrina saw that 30 minutes had already passed. Sitting up, she noticed there was a shower attached to the wall above the bath. Taking it from its holder she proceeded to wash her hair, making sure it was completely clean before applying conditioner. After a final rinse she turned off the shower and stepped out of the bath, watching as the water slowly drained away. Wrapping herself in a soft, fluffy towel, she proceeded to gently pat her body dry.

Moving back to the bedroom she investigated the drawers of the dressing table, finding an assortment of brushes, combs, hair accessories and a hair dryer. She also found an array of expensive cosmetics, beauty lotions and moisturisers. Sitting down in front of the mirror, Sabrina dried her hair, making sure to run a brush through so that no snarls or tangles remained. It fell in waves below her shoulders. Hesitating, she then reached for a band. She was loath to put her hair back into a plait, but maybe the master would not object to a pony tail. Trembling slightly, she arranged her hair until she had a pony tail dropping from high at the back of her head.

She then looked through the range of cosmetics and choose a rich, creamy moisturiser, which she smoothed onto her face. Unsure of her master's requirements for his slave's appearance, she chose not to apply any make-up, feeling that he would instruct her as to how he wished her to look.

Finally, she was aware of footsteps approaching the door to the suite and rushed to obey her master's commands. When the door opened she was kneeling in the centre of the room, legs apart and hands behind her head. This posture had the effect of pushing her chest forward so that both her breasts and her pussy were ready for inspection. This effect was intensified by the fact that she was breathing deeply, partly due to her rush to get into position and partly from the dread of what would come next.

Michael paused in the doorway, savouring the sight that greeted him. It seemed that his slave had obeyed all his demands. He was gratified to see that she had not applied any cosmetics to her face, leaving it bare and natural, as he preferred. He frowned slightly as he saw that she had not put her hair back into a plait, but when he saw how high up her head the pony tail came, he nodded to himself, ideas already forming in his mind.

"Very good, slave," he said, "you have obeyed my commands. As a reward I shall allow you to eat some food before your training begins."

With that he reached behind the door and drew a trolley inside the room. Sabrina could smell delicious aromas wafting from under the covered plates and her stomach growled in response.

"You may stand slave," Michael said, "but keep your hands behind your head and your legs spread apart. I shall inspect you before I allow you to eat breakfast!"

Quickly Sabrina did as she was told. She was learning that immediate obedience was expected.

Leaving the trolley where it was Michael moved behind her. She heard a drawer opening and before she had time to react, her hands were once again cuffed together behind her. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, she couldn't eat if her hands were bound, but realised at the last moment that she had not been given permission to speak.

Michael noticed this fact and was pleased, although he gave no hint of this in his face. He returned once more to the drawer and took out an inflatable butt plug. However, before he moved back to Sabrina's side, he picked up a special chair. Sabrina raised wide eyes to Michael's face.

"Slave, if you want to eat, you will do as I tell you!" Michael commanded. "You are still too tight to accommodate me effectively and this must be rectified. This chair is my own design and you will sit in it to eat your breakfast every day."

Looking down in horror Sabrina saw a large, black dildo embedded in the seat. Her eyes widened as she took in the significance.

"However, first I want you to bend over the back of the chair slave!" Michael commanded.

Trembling, Sabrina obeyed and felt something cool and slippery being worked around her asshole and up into her back passage. She tried to writhe away and immediately a harsh blow landed across her buttocks.

"That has earned you a punishment" Michael growled at her. "Now stay still!"

Cowed into presentation Sabrina stayed still as she felt the butt plug pressing at her hole. Slowly it slid inside, filling her completely. Sabrina let out a breath as the plug came to a rest inside her. Then her eyes widened as she felt the pressure increase. Michael had a pump in his hands and was increasing the plug's size until Sabrina felt she was being split apart. Finally he stopped and detached the pump.

"You may stand up now," he told her.

Slowly Sabrina straightened.

"Walk around to the front of the chair and stretch your arms out behind you," was Michael's next instruction.

Sabrina swiftly complied.

"Now sit!" he commanded.

Sabrina hesitated.

"That has earned you another black mark! I said sit!" Michael yanked back on her arms as he said this and Sabrina had no option but to lower herself onto the seat. As she moved downwards she could feel the hard rubber dildo pressing into her pussy. God it was huge! Again she felt as if she was being split apart, but finally her buttocks were resting on the seat. Michael had held onto her arms and as she finally came to a rest they had been fed around the back of the chair. Once again she was fully immobilised and helpless.

"Now slave, you may have breakfast," Michael told her.

Tears streaming down her face, Sabrina looked up at him, wondering how on earth she was going to do this. Michael, however, had turned and uncovered a plate which contained delicious looking food cut into bite size pieces.

"By rights I should take this away as twice you have disobeyed me" he told Sabrina. "However, you will need your strength for your training so this once I will be lenient."

So saying he speared a forkful of food and held it to her mouth. Obediently she opened it and piece by piece her master fed her until the plate was clean. He followed this by pouring her a cup of tea which he held to her lips until she had finished takeing. Finally, he took a napkin and wiped around her mouth.

"Well slave, what do you have to say?" he asked.

"Thank you Master!" Sabrina replied promptly.

"Good, slave. Now I have to go out for a while. I shall leave you to contemplate your actions of this morning and will return later to continue your training." So saying, Michael turned on his heel and pushing the trolley before him strode out of the room. "Oh I almost forgot," he said swiftly turning and pulling something from his pocket. A final touch is required. Before Sabrina could wonder what this could be he had snapped a leather blindfold tightly around her head, plunging her into darkness. Laughing, he left the room leaving her blind, helpless and immobile.