0 comments/ 62883 views/ 5 favorites Absolute Submission By: RavenKat It was evening, a hot sweaty summer night in July. She was nervous, scared but inspired. She would finally speak the things that she dared not speak before. A desire to submit, a desire to be owned and taken over, it scared her to death, she always had been dominate. She needed the control to feel safe, she needed the security of being on top in every situation. She was sick of the struggle, the constant fear of being controlled, of being dominated. She had come to the conclusion that the only way to finally enjoy her life was to be dominated, for her to be the submissive, for her to take things as they came. Her need to dominate had only come from her fear of submitting. She entered her bedroom, small and sparsely furnished. Her husband lay on the bed sprawled across the coverlet, feet dangling off the edge of the mattress. His large frame nearly covering the entire top of the bed. She walked closer, her small body femininely outfitted in a tight black silk nightgown. "I need to talk to you, and it's not easy, what I am about to say so please don't make fun, I'm serious." She looked into her husband's eyes. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and gazed back into her eyes. "I need...I need you to dominate me, and not some silly horse play but really dominate me. You have to push me, I need to be pushed, you know like you were talking about before, remember when I wouldn't even let you hand cuff me, well like that but much more." She gulped as she blurted everything out. He smiled at her slyly. "I knew that you'd come around, I could tell you were not this big old Dominatrix, like you love to pretend you are. Inside you have been longing to be dominated. I knew it was just a mater of time. Tomorrow morning I will visit the adult store down town, after that time you will be mine, you have no choice now." He remained calm and clear, yet loving and caring all the while. She suddenly felt panicked, what had she gotten herself into, why had she even said anything. She knew that he loved her and would never do anything to hurt her, she just was not sure she was really ready. "Umm, well maybe we had better not go that far, I mean...I just..." She stopped as her husband got up off the bed. "No, you can't back out now, it will happen weather you like it or not, you've opened the box, don't you want to see what is inside?" He stepped very close to her, his hulking body an inch away. She could smell his clean after-shave, masculine and fresh. The scent was strong but entirely pleasant, she loved him and she knew him finally being able to take the "mans" roll in their relationship would please him so very much. She gulped back her fear. "Ok, do what you think is right, I trust you and I know you love me. Hey, anyway it's Friday night and you have tomorrow off, so we can talk more and figure things out." Little did she know, he already had everything figured out, he had been waiting for this day for two years. He had it all planned out, he'd had it planned for years, biding his time until it was right. "Yes, so you can relax and we will watch some TV until you fall asleep." He took her hand and led her over to the bed. He helped her get comfortable and reclined next to her. Jay Leno was doing his classic shtick and canned laughter filled the room. Soon she tired and drifted off to sleep. "Wake up, it's ten o'clock, you need to get up and have a shower." Her husband's face loomed over her as she slowly woke up. "Wha...what time is it?" She asked groggily. "It's ten o'clock and it's time for you to get up and have a shower, we have things to do." He pulled back the blanket, sheets, and tossed them across onto the other side of the bed. "But it's Saturday morning, can't I sleep in?" She frowned. "No, you will get up right this minute and have a shower! In addition, you will shave, I have gotten new razors, and if you need help shaving I would be more then obliged to assist you. Oh, and the next time you question my requests, you will receive an unpleasant surprise, consider this your one and only warning" His tone was sharp and clear. "What's gotten into you, your not usually this mean to me, what did I do?" She was concerned, her husbands eyes were wild his hair neatly kept and he was impeccably dressed. It was Saturday morning what the hell was he up to anyway? His large hands reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her out of bed. She landed on her feat, fear creeping over her face. It flashed back to her, her little conversation, had it already started, was she being dominated. Before she could finish thinking a stinging slap landed across her buttocks. She jumped in surprise and squeaked out a little moan. "I told you not to question me, never question anything I say or do from this point on. If you speak without my permission, I will beat your ass until it is shiny red. Any time I ask you a question you will respond with yes Master or no Master, nothing more or less, unless I ask you too. Now, you will go into the bathroom, shower and shave. If you do not shave well I will shave you, any questions?" His eyes were fierce and full of lusty fire. "No Master." She said to her chagrin. "Good girl, you are learning fast, now go and shower, I will have breakfast ready when you are done, but you may not eat until I have inspected you and you meat my approval. Take your time shaving, I will wait." He turned his back and walked out of the small bedroom, shutting the door behind him. She stood stunned for a moment, not quite sure what was happening. She trusted him, but she was not sure it was still "him". One thing was for sure she did not want to be slapped again, her ass was still sore and the sound of the smack still echoed in her ears. She shook herself and wandered into the bathroom. There, soap, a brand new razor, shaving cream and new shampoo were laid out on the sink counter. A fluffy white towel was neatly folded next to the bath items and a small round mirror lay on top. She picked up each item and examined it, lavender bath soap, lavender shaving cream, lavender shampoo and a triple bladed razor. She frowned, she knew her husband had given this a lot of thought, it scared her more then a little. She turned on the hot water, the hotter the better she had always loved a scalding hot shower or bath. She brought over the bath items and lined them up on the self of the bath tub. She let her silk nightgown fall to the floor and stepped into the hot water. The steam from the shower surrounded her, the warmth of the water relaxed her nerves and tense muscles. She opened the new shampoo and squeezed some out into her palm. It was lightly purple colored and smelled wonderful, she massaged it into her hair in a mound of sudsy bubbles. Next she washed her entire body with the fragrant soap, taking care to wash well, she scrubbed her under arms, breasts, stomach, pubic mound and all the way down her legs to her petite feet. The shower was relaxing, her senses cleared and focused, she stood under the water watching as the bubbles ran down her slim body and sucked down the drain. She then opened the new razor, and placed in neatly on the shelf. Next she squirted out a puff of shaving cream and rubbed it up her leg, making a fluffy white coating of soap. She took the razor and shaved carefully, taking care to avoid cuts or razor rash. She rinsed her legs and felt them, smooth and soft. She squirted out more shaving cream and dabbed it under her arms and shaved until both armpits were smooth. Next her bikini area, a large puff of shaving cream this time, smoothed over her dark bush. She shaved slowly creating a neat patch of hair and completely shaved the lips of her sex. She often found that just shaving down the lines of her legs left irritation, better to leave just a patch of hair at the front and none in the back. She rinsed completely and shut off the water. She stepped out of the shower to find her husband waiting there. Standing with his hands on his hips he looked her up and down. "Hmmm, not bad, but I was hoping for a little less hair. I do not want a safari woman as my slave. You will fix that right now, get back in there and take off all the hair. He said in a serious tone. "Yes Master." She said flatly. She had worked hard to shave just right, but she didn't like feeling like a child with no bush covering her sex. She hesitated. "I told you, no hesitation, no questions, now I will shave you." He took her hand, turned her around, and pushed her into the tub again. He turned on the water and grabbed the razor. "Sit on the edge of the bath tub, hold the razor and do not move." He growled as he reached for the shaving cream. He squirted a bunch out and slapped it onto her sex roughly. He spread it around and grabbed the razor from her. "Open your legs wider or I might cut you, stay still." He watched as she spread her legs, his eyes glowed and his cock began to harden. He brought the razor down to her sensitive lips and with a stroke shaved off half the remaining hair. He swished the razor under the water and brought it back up to shave off the last remaining patch of hair. "Did you shave around your ass? I don't like it when I can see hair around your cute little rose bud of an ass hole." He asked easily. She gulped, she could not remember if she had or not, she was so humiliated, she could not stomach the thought of him starring at her ass hole to see if she had or not. "I do not know Master." She looked down ashamed of the position she was in, sitting on the edge of the tub with her sex hanging off the side like a piece of meat in a butcher case. "Well I will have to see for myself then, rinse off and stand up." He said. "Yes Master." She rinsed and stood up, her back facing him. "Bend over and touch your toes." He said coolly. "But..." She gulped, she had done it again, she questioned him, she was in for it now. "Now!" He growled. She blushed up to her ears and bent over, her heart slamming inside her chest. Smack! Came the brutal slap across her wet buttocks. "That was for disobeying me, now you will do as I say or it shall get worse!" He bellowed. She cried out and a tear rolled down her face. She was utterly humiliated and now in a great deal of pain. She probably would not be able to sit for a week! He came up behind her eating her with his eyes, tasting her wet buttocks with his gaze. He touched the redness with his finger and traced a path down her left cheek. He cupped her buttocks and squeezed them together, the white outlines of his fingers showing against the irritated redness. His fingers slipped between her buttocks lifted and separated as he viewed her crevice. She had indeed shaved the hair away; a clean pink rose bud stood in the middle of her taunt buttocks. "Very nice slave, you are clean and you have my approval now." He smirked. She was embarrassed beyond belief the heat in her face and ears seemed to burn her. Her buttocks still stung and her wet hair hung in her face. She could not imagine herself looking more stupid. She could not imagine herself feeling more vulnerable. "You may stand up now." He handed her the fluffy towel as she turned around. His gaze embarrassed her, he had seen what she never wanted anyone ever to see, not even her own doctor. What was worse was his raging hard on, it bulged out his neatly pressed slacks. He was turned on; she could not believe it! "Dry yourself off and come into the bedroom, you will leave the towel here and come out naked." He turned and walked out of the bathroom. She was left alone. She stood, unable to do anything but panic. She had the almost irresistible urge to run to get out of there as fast as possible. She dried herself slowly not liking the feeling of the cloth against her bare sex. She wrapped the towel around herself. She gulped back the fear, took a small brush from the counter and brushed out her wet hair. After she felt presentable, she slowly walked into the bedroom. The lights were on, every single one of them. The light was brilliant and clean, the air in the bedroom smelled fresh, she noticed a stick of incense burning on the dresser. Then she noticed her husband standing there his hulking body waiting for her. "You look clean now slave, come here and kneel before me, do not look at me look at the floor!" He snapped. "Yes Master, as you wish." She quickly walked into the bright room and kneeled before him. He put a hand on the back of her down cast head and picked out a clump of hair. "Did you brush your hair, slave? It looks messy and I dislike messes, I am very displeased, you will be punished but not before you are appropriately dressed. From now on, you will dress, as I desire, you will not dress or undress without asking my permission. You will not sit or stand without my permission and never will you ever do anything to yourself without asking my permission, is that understood?" He said gruffly. "Yes Master, I understand." She looked at the floor, wondering how she had gotten herself into this situation. Strangely she felt less worried then she had ever day for the last ten years. She could not be blamed for her actions when she was not in control of them; she rather liked that feeling. Somewhere deep inside of her a reckoning had begun. "Good little slave, now put this on." He dropped a leather tank style shirt on the floor. It laced up the front and had built in boning. She reached for the shirt on the ground; his foot came down and pressed her knuckles as her fingers closed around the soft supple leather. "Don't you think it is rude to accept a gift without thanking the giver?" He asked smugly. "I am sorry Master, I was very rude. Thank you very much Master for the beautiful shirt. May I put it on now Master?" She said quietly. "Yes, put it on, but I will tighten the lacing, stand slave." He looked down at her as she stood. She slipped the leather over her head and waited with her arms by her sides. Her husbands large fingers swooped down and started lacing. He tightened the strings brutally, sucking in her waist and squeezing her ribcage. Near the top her breasts began to push out and swell as the laces closed tightly. "Very nice slave, you look half way decent now. You will put on this underwear, I never want to see you in white cotton ever again. You will wear only thongs or bikinis, nothing else, if you should even think of wearing anything else you will be punished. Do you understand?" He said as he handed her a black silk thong. "Yes Master, I understand, thank you Master." She took the underwear gingerly from his hand, her eyes still away from his face. She leaned to put on the thong, the unbearable tightness of the leather shirt pinching her breasts. Sensation surged down her body as the leather caressed her nipples. "Now go to the bed and kneel forward with your back to me and wait there." He commanded. "Yes Master, as you wish." She walked slowly across the room, the thin strip of the thong creeping between her buttocks and rubbing. She got onto the bed, which had been stripped of all the old bedclothes, and had only a black silk fitted sheet left on it. She kneeled as instructed. She felt ridiculous, her buttocks felt exposed and vulnerable. "Now you will have to be punished for your earlier disobedience." He stepped over to the bed and slapped her buttocks hard, once, twice and three times. Her buttocks rippled with each strike and a rosy glow appeared. "You have taken your punishment, very good slave, now I must observe you and see how your new clothes fit you." He walked around the bed giving her various orders to change her position. He stopped occasionally and touched her, making her body surge with pleasure or pain. He stopped finally at the end of the bed and reached out his finger to touch her buttocks. "Nice color slave, it suits you, though this thong will have to go, take it off at once." He ordered. "Yes Master, thank you Master." She lay to the side and slipped the thong off her long legs. "Kneel again as you were before, I want to look at you." "Yes Master." She kneeled forward on the bed again and braced herself, but no slap came. "Spread your legs further apart, you have a beautiful slit and I want to see it clearly. You should not be ashamed of your body, it truly is breathtaking." His eyes smoldered with lust and pent up passion. His cock was as hard as a rock and his self-control was diminishing. He had to rein himself back and keep control, she needed him to show her that he was in charge and although he might be a little crewel that he loved her and would never truly hurt her. "Turn and face me slave, see what you have done to me." He watched as she turned and kneeled facing him. He smoothed a hand over his bulging cock and was pleased to hear her gasp of astonishment. She kneeled there half-naked the tightness of the leather bringing a sense of security and of being surrounded. She looked at her husbands hardened cock and wanted nothing more then to take it into her mouth. She would normally have pushed him onto the bed and had her way with his body. However, this time she had to wait for him to tell her what he wanted. She agonized as she starred at the bulge in his pants, she wanted to reach out and take it in her hands but she did not dare. She could feel her fear giving way and passion start to take hold her as she watched him stroke his cock through his nicely pressed pants. "Do you want this slave? Do you want to touch this, taste this? Do you?" He asked menacingly. "Yes Master, please let me touch and taste you." She licked her lips. "Ahh, so you hunger for me, very good little slave. But you shall not taste me until I am ready for you to taste me, understand?" He teased her making her feel like a child. "Yes Master, as you wish." She had no other choice but to wait until he was ready. "First I would like to test you a bit, I know you fear others watching you. You fear others seeing you naked and so I have arranged a little treat just for you. First you will lay on the bed, on your back with your legs spread." He looked down at her and watched her small frame shudder. Never the less she did as she was told, she didn't know why it was that she felt like doing it but she wanted to make him happy and she wanted to be happy. He came around the side of the bed and took four leather straps from the bedside table. He quickly almost expertly tied each arm to a bedpost and each ankle to a bedpost. She was stretched spread eagle on the bed, completely vulnerable. She shuddered violently. He then withdrew a small black swatch of cloth from the drawer and tied it around her eyes. She lay there helpless, her body exposed and vulnerable. Her nipples became hard with fear and she anxiously twisted her arms to test the ties. They were solid she would not be able to escape even if she had really wanted to. "Now I have invited a guest and he will watch you and look at you in any way he pleases. You will obey any command he gives you and you will not hesitate, do you understand?" "Yes Master." She squeaked out. The door opened quietly, she could hear footsteps on the plush carpeting. Her body was shaking constantly. "Damn, you really are a lucky man, she's gorgeous. I had imagined but never anything like this." A strange voice said quietly. She wondered who it was the voice was somewhat similar but she could not quite place it, the fabric tied around her eyes was also tied around her ears. "Please look at her, touch her if you want, have her touch you, anything short of actual sex." Her husband said sternly. "Are you kidding, you must be." The guest said, not believing his luck. "No, she must learn not to be ashamed of her beautiful body, and not be ashamed of her wants and needs. You may do as you wish, but you may not penetrate her with your prick. If you can handle that please get started." Her husband sounded sure and calm. This quieted her nerves and she began to relax. She could have sworn that she could feel the strangers gaze on her body. Absolute Submission: The Final Act It could not be, her brain was close to overload. The newly revealed stranger pushed his cock past her lips. Even as she struggled against her thoughts, her mouth began to work. Her lust for this man consumed her; she ravenously sucked and licked. The naughtiness of sucking someone else’s cock thrilled her, but she would never think of letting him posses her slit, that was for her husband and no one else. The heat of lust crept up her face, bringing her cheeks to a rosy glow. Her husband had taken his cock out of his pants now and was stroking it softly. The picture before him stirred his lust and his cock was harder then ever before. He was not even jealous of his best friend, he knew that he alone would always posses her. No one would ever come between them, she would be his little slave forever. Besides, he could always have his slaves’ tight little pussy all to himself. And her pussy felt like heaven, even better then her extraordinarily good cock sucking. She looked up into her husbands, friends’ face as she sucked hard and fast. She could feel waves of heat surging through her body as her heart beat faster and faster. The taste of his skin made her crave the surge of cum that was to close to arriving. She could feel the small pulses of the beginning of his orgasm through her sensitive tongue. She sweetly sucked and coaxed his orgasm closer and closer. Building him up, torturing him with her mouth, swallowing his cock deep in her throat and letting the head pop out of her lips. Swallowing him again and flexing the muscles of her throat to squeeze him and massage his hard cock. She wanted to choke herself on his long stiff cock. Wanted to swallow him whole and bring him to an earth shattering orgasm. She wanted to feel his cum spurt from his body and pour into her hot little mouth. She started to suck slowly then bring him out of her mouth and licked like a hungry cat licks a saucer of milk. She licked all of her saliva from his shaft and bulging head. Her hand came up and pushed his balls forward, she sucked one into her mouth while her other hand stroked his cock, teasing him. Her tongue tickled the soft sack surrounding his balls, licking and sucking repeatedly, while her hand worked his cock feverishly. Her small hand forming a tight ring around the head of his cock, popping it in and out of the opening in her hand. His orgasm was fast approaching, he could feel his balls contracting, the tell tale sign that his orgasm was imminent. He wanted to cum in her sweet mouth, before he could even open his mouth to make her suck his cock again, she stopped sucking his balls and swallowed his cock in one sweet motion. She tongued the underside of his cock and she sucked, her nose hit his stomach as she rammed his cock down her throat. She finally found it that choking feeling she longed for, she had been afraid to try it with her husband. Her fear of looking like a slut or a dirty whore troubled her. Nevertheless, she had the courage now, after all, her husbands best friend had seen her naked, seen her open slit dripping with her excitement. He had watched her suck his cock without even knowing who he was. Nothing could be as bad as that, and even that had not proved to be too bad either. She moved her mouth, her slick saliva dripping out of her mouth as she ran the length of him in and out of her mouth. She did not care any more, her excitement reached a fiery state and all she cared about was milking him dry. His cock began to spasm, his back went taunt, his buttocks clenched as his orgasm began. She was ready, ready for him to pour out his cum into her mouth. She moaned in anticipation as his cock jerked inside her mouth, the first of the floods of cum spurted into her mouth. She shuddered and moaned as his cum hit her tongue, she sucked him like a straw encouraging him to come hard into her mouth. The second spurt of cum hit her tongue and she swallowed it savoring the salty heated liquid. With a final jerking release his shot his last load of cum into her mouth, he looked down at her sucking his cock. He stopped her. “Don’t swallow that last bit, open your mouth and let me see.” He said. She did as he said, she opened her mouth, the last glob of his cum rolled on her tongue. She played with it for his benefit, swirled it around her inside of her mouth, moaning as she did. “Now keep your mouth open and let me watch as you swallow it all.” He groaned. She did, she let his cum slide down her throat, completely aware of his eyes watching her. She now reveled in his unabashed eyes. As it slid down, she swallowed gracefully the muscles of her throat squeezing and letting go. Her lips were swollen they looked beaten, but she enjoyed the numbness left after she sucked a cock. “Very good slave, you receive my approval. You did exactly as he said without hesitation. You have pleased me. Now I am left with this painful hard on and you must appease me now slave. Our guest will stay and watch. He will be permitted to touch you in any way he chooses as I fuck you.” He motioned to his friend to get off the bed. “There is a chair in the corner that you may place anywhere you like, you may touch her any where you like. You may use your mouth but you may not fuck her, you may get as close to her as you want. But do not touch her with your prick.” He said gruffly to his friend. “No problem, I am quite satiated, but the though of her getting fucked, may be enough to get me off again, do you mind if I jerk off while you fuck her?” He asked. “You may do whatever you please, but you will not fuck her.” Her husband said again. “I can handle that, no problem, I prefer to watch anyway, a bit of a voyeur you could say.” He said in response. He moved the chair to the side of the bed and watched her lying there. Her husband came over to her side of the bed. He quickly shed his clothes and stood for a moment in his glorious hardness and perfectly sculpted muscles. His large cock stuck out like an iron pole. He was ready to fuck her, he wanted to tease her, and hopefully his friend would make embarrassing comments to her as he fucked her tight little hole. He untied her legs before getting onto the bed. He expertly untied the tight leather lacing of the shirt and her breast sprung free. His hands traveled down to her naked sex, she was wet and slippery, her little hole oozed juices onto the black silk sheet. “So you are ready for me then slave. Very good, I do not plan on going easy on you, my little cock sucker.” He said harshly. His fingers parted the outer lips of her sex and drove deep into her pussy, her tight little hole stretched to fit his large finger. She moaned and pushed her pussy up into his hand. Her body thrilled with excitement, her husbands large finger penetrated her pussy hard, but remained still once it was inside of her. It drove her crazy she wanted him to fuck her. “Stay still slave or I will restrain you again, you don’t want that do you?” He asked calmly. “No master, but please!” She begged. “Quiet slave. Patience.” He said quietly. She quieted down, his finger inside of her pressing her g-spot. Her body screamed for release as he stroked inside of her. His finger slick with her juice slide out of her pussy. He bent down and watched as he slid his finger slowly back into her. He watched as his large finger pushed through her tight hole and stretched the opening. Her lips folding around it, sucking it inside of her. He withdrew it again, watching as her pussy regretfully let go of his finger. The finger was glistening with her juices all the way up to the last knuckle. She was aching inside, she wanted to be fucked but he was purposefully teasing her. She bit her lip in frustration as he continued to slide his finger in and out of her. Every once in a while he stopped and ticked the g-spot inside of her. He knew that he was driving her crazy but he wanted her to want to cum so bad, and he wanted to be the one to give it to her. He removed his finger when he thought she could not stand any more without coming. He painted her nipples with her own juices and sucked them clean. He positioned himself in-between her wide spread legs and grabbed his cock in one hand. He rubbed the head of his cock around her opening, teasing her. The head of his cock became slick with juices and then rubbed the length of her slit, teasing her swollen clit with every stroke. He tapped her slit with his cock, tapping her sensitive clit drove her crazy. He was ready, he wanted to drive into her cruelly, but he knew that would only satisfy her needs. He had to tease her, make her wild, uninhibited and crazy with lust. He pushed his cock just inside of her tight hole and waited. He could feel her muscles sucking him, but he was far too large to be sucked inside. She squeezed her muscles surrounded the head of his cock, trying desperately to make him impale her with his huge cock. He pulled out and pushed in again to the same spot. He loved to feel the tight ring of muscle try to grab him and pull his cock inside. He pulled out again, looking down her saw his huge cock forcing open her little hole, electricity ran down his body as he watched her hole contract with excitement. “Damn that is a fucking tight pussy, you are such a lucky man.” His friend moaned. It was obvious that he had begun stroking his cock, from his breathless voice. Her husband began to force more of his rock hard shaft inside of her aching pussy. She felt herself stretch, she could not remember him being this large before. She wanted the whole length of him inside of her, all the way to his hanging balls. She loved to feel the hairy sacks smacking her buttocks as he fucked her hard, but she would have to wait. With restraint he pulled his cock out of her. He starred at his cock, looking at all her wonderful juice lathered on his cock. He looked at her hole, it strangely seemed to miss his cock inside of it. A strange thrill ran down his body as he starred at her quivering little hole. He shoved his cock into her, this time right to the base. He crouched over her like an animal and fucked her tight hole. Pulling out and re-entering her with every stroke, he loved the feeling of penetrating her body. He fucked her hard for a few minutes, loving the nasty comments his friend was making to his wife as he continued to fuck her. She did her best to keep up but all to quickly her orgasm built up. She could not help herself. Her body rocked underneath his hard fucking and she tried to hold on. She grabbed his shoulders and dug in her short, sharp little nails. But even then it only seemed to drive him on. He pounded into her body making her crazy, she screamed and moaned and his cock slid in and out of her pussy. She loved to feel the head of his cock pop out of her pussy and then pop back in again. She needed to come she had to, she was going to burst if she did not. All of the sudden he stopped fucking her and harshly pulled his cock out of her, with a pop the head of his cock slipped out of her pussy. “Master! No!” She screamed. “What slave, is there something you need?” He asked calmly. “Master!” She moaned. “Tell me what you want.” He said. “Master, but…” She frowned. “I told you slave, tell me what you want or I’m ready to go to bed now.” He lied convincingly. “But Master, I…I…Mmmm Master I want you!” She moaned. “You want me too what, what do you want me to do to you?” He asked. “Master, I want you to fuck me, make me come Master, I am hurting inside from the need to come! Please Master!” She begged. “Mmm, good slave, I like that.” He growled. He grabbed her with one hand and flipped her onto her stomach. He lowered himself down onto her round buttocks and pushed into her pussy form behind. The passage was tighter now and forcing the head of his cock into her pussy was pain filled pleasure. Her pussy clenched without mercy, squeezing and sucking his cock as he drove himself into her. He pumped his cock fast, slamming against her perfect buttocks, sending little ripples across the cheeks of her buttocks. He pounded deep inside of her, the cheeks of her buttocks padding his slamming thrusts. Somewhere in the back of her mind as her husband fucked her pussy she heard a groan of release somewhere in the room. It was not from her husband, she was sure, then she remembered they had someone watching them. She turned her head and saw a cock right next to the bed spurting gushes of white sticky fluid. Her husband slammed into her, he could feel his balls start to tighten. He could feel her pussy start to contract against his cock. He pulled her up from the hips into a kneeling position never letting his cock slip out of her. He leaned back on his knees to watch his cock drilling into her pussy, she was dripping juice from her hole now and it oozed down her clit and dripped onto the bed. He withdrew his cock from her shaking pussy and watched as it pushed up inside of her again. His control was slipping; he own need to come was breaking his resolve to torture her. But if he had only know how much he had tortured her aching body already he would have blasted his cum inside of her already. He fucked harder, she moaned in desperate need. She began to push her pussy back into him, meeting his thrusts, driving her into the peek of her orgasm. His cock began to swell, throbbing as his orgasm overtook him. With violent pulses, his cum began to pour into her searing pussy. When she felt the first blast of his cum hit her pussy, she shuddered into her own orgasm. Her body went ridged, her eyes squeezed shut, her buttocks tensed as his cum filled her pussy. She loved the meeting of their pulses making her orgasm shatter her senses and bend her brain. He finally finished pouring his cum into her pussy and withdrew his softening cock. She had dropped her head down onto the bed from exhaustion. Her buttocks still in the air and her newly fucked pussy still open. His cum began to drip out of her pussy, the thick white fluid dribbling down her pussy lips and hitting the black sheet. She collapsed into the pool of his cum, not caring what was happening. Her body was tired and her mind was whirling with thoughts, but none of them made any sense. Dimly she could hear a conversation going on, something about thanks and wasn’t that the best fucking thing ever. Then it was quiet. The door of the bedroom shut and then dead silence followed. “Slave, you will not fall asleep yet, I must examine your pussy to see if you are injured. Kneel again.” He commanded. She did slowly, her body still shaking. Her knees were sore and rough from the friction of his pounding thrusts. He came behind her as she kneeled and pushed her legs further apart so he could get a clear view of her ravaged pussy. It was swollen, deep pink and his cum was still oozing out of her. He shuddered, if he had not of just cum, he would have fucked her. He stopped and touched her clit, her body jumped from his touch. “I see that you are not injured, that is very good.” He continued to rub her clit as he spoke. The sensation began to build in her body again. “You have a very tight little pussy, I am pleased.” He rubbed harder and faster, making her little clit swell again. She began to feel the need for release again. “I think we need a picture of this, yes definitely, you kneeling there with your pussy spread, open with my cum oozing out of you, the perfect picture.” He said to embarrass her. He walked away for a few seconds and returned. She heard the sound of a camera taking pictures and blushed deep red. “I think I will give this one to our friend, I think he would enjoy it very much.” He said. He put the camera down after a few pictures. He began to touch her clit again. Teasing and rubbing her pussy, spreading the last of his cum over her slit. Her masturbated her hard and fast taking one finger form his other hand and shoving it into her pussy as he teased her clit. He slid his finger in and out loving the slick coating on his finger, he loved watching it disappear inside of her, loved her pussy sucking and squeezing it. She neared her orgasm fast, much faster then usual. Her body shuddered and her pussy exploded with exquisite feelings of pleasure. Just as her orgasm started her husband jammed another finger inside of her. She yelped and screamed out an orgasm unlike any she had ever had before. She dropped her head down as the orgasm shook her body. She moaned as her husband fucked her with his thick fingers. He withdrew his fingers as the last of her spasms came. He looked at her pussy, it squeezed and throbbed as her orgasm continued. The opening squeezing and letting ago over and over until it subsided. “Very good slave, I approve.” You may have a shower and get dressed if you wish, or I can bring in your breakfast now. Which ever you prefer.” He said. “Thank you master, but may I have a short nap?” She asked hesitantly. “Yes slave you may have a nap, here is the top sheet.” He handed it to her as she curled into a ball on the bed. “Good night Master, thank you Master.” She said sleepily. “Very well slave, I will leave you to sleep now.” He picked up his clothes and walked out of the bedroom. She fell asleep quickly; the darkness of her dreams surrounded her in peaceful sleep.