14 comments/ 187654 views/ 60 favorites Becoming Her Bitch By: Mistress Drusilla Tied to the bed, all I could think was why did I make that bet? Sure, three kings was a very good hand, but I should have known better, especially as she hadn't won anything all night. She was due for a win, damn it! Even worse, I had trapped myself. I had been counting all the face cards and anything above a seven. That was part of the reason I was so irritated - being beaten by four cards with the number three on them just seemed too silly. Also irritating now was that when she had offered her tangible, but non-monetary services if she lost, I matched the bet, moving it from a cash reward to a service reward. I had of course assumed I would win and get to have her my way! So that was how a relatively sedate dinner and couple of hours of cards ended up with me tied to her bed with surprisingly effective silk scarves, face down and naked from head to toe. Not that I was completely opposed to the concept! In my past I had tied up a girlfriend once or twice when experimenting and over the years had many fantasies of being in that situation myself. As she had tied me up, she delivered some mixed messages, messing with my brain even further. In one ear she whispered sweetly how much I was going to enjoy this and very gently ran her fingers over my body, while in the other ear she snarled that I was now her slut bitch to use and abuse. This had made me both apprehensive and aroused. Then she had left me, naked, alone and restrained, while she went to put on something "more appropriate!" I must admit I had wanted her for a long time, but for one reason or another our friendship had been just platonic work buddies. Obviously that was about to change! The door creaked as she returned, but that was the only indication of her presence. Face down on the bed I awaited my fate. "So, slut, are you ready for me?" she asked in a soft yet menacing tone. I felt the bed move slightly as she sat near me. "Yes," I replied in a barely audible whisper. Slap! Her hand came down on my buttocks with a loud crack, sending a sharp twinge of unexpected pain through my backside. "Yes what, you dumb whore?!" I hesitated for what must have been too long, because her hand came down again and again, spanking my ass cheeks harder than before. "Yes what?!" she repeated. "Yes Mistress," I said quickly, hoping that was the response she desired. "Good slut," she said, rising from the bed. "You may look at me now." She moved to the head of the bed and I was able to shift enough in my restraints to turn my head. Her hair was still in the braids it had been during the evening. She wore cute red-rimmed glasses. I had always found the studious look appealing. However, her outfit now was anything but studious! My gaze moved up and down her body as she stood before me in a cupless bra, black PVC studded choker, long black high-heeled boots and black fishnet stockings with suspender belt, which showed her smoothly shaved pussy. She looked incredibly sexy and I felt my already firm cock getting harder beneath me. "I bet you're horny, bitch," she teased. "Let's see how much." She climbed on the bed and slid her slim body between the headboard and my face. Her cunt was right in front of me, but before I could even appreciate the sight, she grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth against her smooth mound. My tongue needed no encouragement. I went to work on her clit and cunt lips, licking and sucking hungrily. I could hardly believe this was finally happening. At work I had often fantasised about thrusting my head under her skirt to taste her juices. Now she was rubbing her cunt all over my face! She was almost dripping wet and I wanted to drink it all. "I'm marking my territory, slut," she said with a sneer. "You're going to have my dried juices on your face when you get home. I suggest you kiss your wife hello." By this point I had almost forgotten I had a wife. The realisation that my Mistress was turned on by playing nasty little tricks on my wife unexpectedly aroused me even more. Suddenly she gasped and shuddered, her cum flowing on my face and in my mouth. I swallowed greedily. Then she pulled her cunt away. Instinctively I whimpered with disappointment. "Don't worry, whore," she laughed. "I have more fun and games in store for you." She moved off the bed and I heard noises I could not identify. Then I felt something cold moving slowly up and down my ass crack and over my balls. I realised it was a piece of ice. My body twitched as a reflex. "It's cold, isn't it, baby?" she purred. "Yes, Mistress," I replied. "But I like it." "I don't care if you like it or not, you dumb slut!" she said viciously as she smacked my ass cheeks several times. Then suddenly she shoved the cone-shaped ice into the opening of my ass! I yelped in shock. "Do you like it now?!" she hissed. Before I could answer, she removed the ice. I heard more noises, as if she was searching for something. Then I felt something pointy, but not cold, at the entrance to my ass. Without speaking, she applied a small amount of what must have been lube, then began to slide the pointy object inside my tight hole. I twitched but surprisingly it did not really hurt. She inserted and withdrew the object slowly, a little more each time. It felt strange but not unpleasant. I had a vibrating butt-plug at home that I played with sometimes when my wife was out, but it was much smaller and not as hard. After a while she removed the object. My ass felt empty without it and I had begun to enjoy the sensation of it inside me. I heard some more noises and then she came to the head of the bed again. "Open your mouth, whore," she commanded. "Then bite." I opened my mouth and then felt the end of the long, pointy object on my tongue. Knowing resistance was not an option, I bit into it. To my surprise, it was a carrot! I chewed and swallowed the tip, trying not to concentrate on the taste, knowing where it had just been. "Good boy," she said approvingly. "You must always eat your vegetables, you know," she laughed wickedly. "Your ass took almost all 21 centimetres. I'm impressed. You're definitely ready for the next step." I was surprised. I never would have thought something that length would fit up my anus. Then I turned my head to face her crotch and was startled by what I saw. She was wearing a PVC harness with a large purple jelly-like dildo! It looked absolutely huge to me. Was she really going to fuck me with it? Would it even go in? "We're going to give your tight ass-hole a real workout now, my dear fuck-boy!" She moved back onto the bed near my rear end. I summoned up the courage to speak without permission. "Please Mistress," I begged quietly. "Be gentle." "Gentle?!" she replied indignantly. "Absolutely not, you pathetic little cumslut whore! Now pull your knees up, put your head down on the pillow and stick your ass in the air!" I did so, feeling particularly vulnerable and wondering if I could handle what was coming next. I felt her applying more lube to my puckered hole. Then she inserted a finger, probing me. It actually felt good. I squirmed with desire. "Oh, my little bitch likes that," she said softly. "Let's add some more then." She slipped another finger into my ass, then a third, moving them around and massaging my anal passage. Then she removed them and moved up to my face again. I should have known I would be punished for enjoying it! "You know what to do, slave," she commanded. I did as I knew she wanted, by licking her fingers clean. I felt myself getting even more turned on by the depravity of it. I started to wonder if I really was a submissive slut. Did I want her to dominate me? Hell yes! "How obedient," she commented. Then she was back at my ass. More lube. My ass was still up in the air, my head down in the pillow. I braced myself and wondered if she would take the gentle option. I quickly found out! She placed the head of the dildo at my hole. Then in one swift and abrupt movement, she penetrated my tight opening. I screamed into the pillow. The pain was intense. "Don't worry, baby," she said. "It gets better." She began slowly moving the dildo in and out. Then she sped up the pace and pushed deeper with each thrust. She grabbed my hips, the strap-on keeping her hands free. I had screwed my wife's cunt in this position many times. Now I was the one submissively being fucked hard from behind. My cock, which had temporarily softened during the shooting pain of the penetration, twitched back into life. She began taunting me, exaggerating certain pieces of information about my sex life which I had told her during our conversations at work as friends. "I bet your stupid wife doesn't do this to you," she mocked. "She doesn't give you the nasty little things you want in bed. What sort of wife is that? Does she let you play with her ass? No, of course not! She's a repressed, selfish, chubby moron!" Her thrusting became faster and more violent. "Where does your wife think you are right now? If she was here, I'd tie her up too. I'd slap her ass bright red. Then I'd show her what it feels like to have a big fat dildo in her ass! The dumb ho deserves to be ass-fucked!" She laughed. "Maybe I'd even let you finish the job and explode in the ho's back passage." The fucking was painful yet my cock was bulging by this point. I knew I should be insulted by her vicious words, but instead I felt more depraved pleasure. I would never have expected to enjoy the sort of intense physical and mental punishments being inflicted upon me. But the further my Mistress went, the more I wanted. She continued fucking me even harder, her strap-on dildo buried deep in my ass and her hairless cunt rubbing smoothly against my butt cheeks. I cried out every time she delved further into me, but I was now taking pleasure in the pain. I moaned loudly. She obviously enjoyed hearing it. "Submissive bitch, aren't you? Now you know what it feels like to have a big cock in you. Enjoy feeling pain in your whore ass do you?" I was losing all my inhibitions. "Oh yes, Mistress! Make me submit to whatever turns you on! Push me over the edge! Make me your slut!" I couldn't believe I was saying the words. "Hmm, all the nasty, dirty things I want to do to you would take many visits," she teased. "I wonder what my little slut would prefer next time. On his back with his knees up to his chest so I can penetrate deep into his ass, or perhaps doggy-style in the bath so I can give him a golden shower after I ravish his worthless fuck-hole." Her words, the pain and the violent ass-fucking threatened to send me over the edge. "Mistress," I said with shame, "I need to cum. I have to cum, please!" "No, slut, you don't!" she berated, slapping my ass cheeks hard. "And for speaking out of turn, next time you'll have to dress like a real bitch. Stockings, g-string, heels! Maybe we should put you in a slutty little dress too, you stupid bimbo!" "Yes Mistress," I said breathlessly. "Whatever you wish." "I'm not finished yet, whore," she replied. "Your ass will take as many different things as I decide to fuck you with. Big fat dildos in different shapes and sizes, without working up to it first. I was being generous tonight, preparing you. Not again. Scream if you need to, I don't care." She leaned forwards, her tits in the cupless bra brushing against my skin as she reached around my body and pinched my nipples very hard. She was still thrusting into my ass, calling me her slut whore. I squirmed uncontrollably and was unable to stop myself. I exploded, sending gushes of hot, sticky cum onto my chest and the bed. I cried out louder than I ever had before when climaxing. I was beyond caring what punishment I would be given for exploding without permission. I panted for breath, feeling like a dirty whore and loving it. Instead of chastising me though, she laughed, slowed her movements and then stopped. "Guess you've had enough for tonight, you pathetic cumslut," she said. As swiftly as she had penetrated me, she withdrew in one motion. Again I cried out. The sudden emptiness after having been filled by the large dildo was unlike anything I had ever felt. It was similar to the feeling of having been to the bathroom. I felt somewhat worried, realising I had no idea what my rear end looked like right now. After a few moments she said, almost clinically, "You can go and clean up in the bathroom now, slut. Except your face. Remember you have to leave my dried cunt juices there so you can greet your wife appropriately. Hmm, you have a nice gaping hole there. It will close again eventually. Taking your ass virginity even made you bleed. Poor little whore!" After I cleaned up and got dressed, she simply told me I could leave. It was as if I had been some hooker she had hired for a few hours. I liked the image though. After what was supposed to be dinner and cards, here I was, being sent home exhausted, completely spent and my face covered in her cum. I had truly become her whore slut bitch. Later as I fell asleep at home next to my wife, the only thought in my head was for my Mistress: use me, fuck me, abuse me more, then repeat all of the above! Becoming Her Bitch "Take it like a man you sissy bitch," Jennifer said as she thrust her big strap on into my ass. "Yes mistress," I groaned as the long life like dick pounded my prostate. "I'm not your fucking mistress you sissy pig," my wife yelled as she slapped my ass hard leaving it stinging and red. "A mistress wouldn't have her cock inside your sissy ass. From now on you will refer to me as Master. Do you understand," she said sternly as she pulled hard on my black leather studded leash. The leash was clipped to a matching collar that was buckled tightly around my thick muscular neck. "Yes master," I panted as she continued to ferociously fuck my ass. "I understand and you are right as always." My cock throbbed hard and I ached to stroke it but that was against the rules. Outside of our house no one would have ever expected the BDSM aspect of our sexual relationship and they certainly wouldn't expect me to be submissive to my petite sexy wife. I was a 6'3" tall rugged looking 40 year old guy with a short military haircut, a closely trimmed goatee and a muscular athletic body. Jennifer was a small 5'3" tall 33 year old woman with a fantastically curvy body highlighted by big d cup tits, a narrow waist and the most beautiful round ass ever to grace gods green earth. We had been married for a year and together for three when Jennifer really took her dominance to a new level. She began with strap-on play but that was only the beginning. Jennifer pulled her strap-on from my ass and rolled me onto my back. "This way you can watch your master fuck you," she chided as she rubbed her cock across my gaping well fucked asshole. "Do you want it?" She teased. "Yes master," I groaned as she pushed the thick head inside me. "Beg for it you sissy pig," she demanded as she pulled her cock out. "Please fuck me master," I pleaded. She rubbed her slick cock against mine as I continued to beg. The long thick 8" strap-on dwarfed my 6" tool. "Okay sissy," she said disgustedly, "I will fuck you like the little bitch that you are." She eased her big cock into my ass until her hips touched my ass. "How do you want it piggy?" "I want it hard and fast master," I replied needily. "Of course you do," she grinned as she thrust her big cock into my stretched ass. Her cock pounded my prostate relentlessly as sweat ran down her beautiful face. Her expression was a combination of amusement, lust and distain and it made my cock harder than it had ever been. "You love my cock in your sissy ass don't you piggy?" My wife chided. "Yes Master," I panted. I was a wanton slut who needed to cum and Jennifer knew it. "You are such a sissy little bitch. I bet you wish there was a cock here for you to suck while I fuck your ass," Jennifer said dismissively. I groaned at the mental image as she continued to mercilessly fuck me. "You like that don't you piggy?" She continued. "You like the idea of sucking a real cock while I fuck your sissy ass don't you piggy?" Despite my excitement at the mental image, or perhaps because of it, I couldn't answer. I had never thought of sucking a dick. The truth was that I wasn't at all attracted to men but the idea of sucking a big hard dick as my wife fucked my ass was incredibly arousing. "Admit it piggy," my wife teased as she continued to mercilessly fuck my ass. "Admit you want to suck cock and I will let you cum." "Yes master," I moaned. "I want it." My face flushed with a combination of excitement and embarrassment. "You want what piggy," Jennifer asked sternly as she put my legs up against her shoulders and thrust her cock into me. "I want to suck a cock Master." I answered honestly. It was at that moment that I had an epiphany of sorts. I realized that my sexuality was a sliding scale. I wasn't gay and maybe not even bi but under the right circumstances I would try almost anything once and above everything I was submissive. "Good answer piggy. Now stroke your little dick and cum for me," she said loudly as she continued to pound my ass. Her big tits bounced as she thrust her cock into me. I grabbed my dick and stroked it in time with my wife's thrusts. "You want cock don't you piggy?" She asked. "Yes," I moaned softly. "Yes what." "Yes master, I want cock," I replied as my climax approached like a run away train. "I bet you want to swallow a thick load of cum too, don't you piggy?" Jennifer teased. "Oh god, yes," I cried out as an enormous load of cream shot from my dick. It splashed on my chest and stomach as I groaned from the ecstasy of my release. Jennifer continued to pound my ass as my cock spasmed in my hand. She scooped up my seed and pushed her cum coated hands into my mouth. "Eat your cum," she ordered as she continued to pump her cock into my ass. "You like it don't you piggy?" "Yes master," I replied as I sucked, licked and swallowed my seed from her hands. "Are you a cum slut?" Jennifer teased. "Yes master, I am your cum slut," I replied. Amazingly my cock was still achingly hard. Jennifer pulled her strap-on from my ass and dropped the harness to the ground. She mounted my cock and rode me hard until her body shook from her first climax. She slowed her pace and I watched her gorgeous body move in fluid languid motions as my cock glided effortlessly in her soaking wet pussy. She quickened her pace again. Her big beautiful tits bouncing as she rode my hard cock. "Piggy," she began, "I want to watch you suck a cock. A nice big hard cock and when you get it nice and hard I want to ride it." Her head was thrown back as her body slammed hard against mine. I could feel my climax building as my sexy wife described the scenario she envisioned. "I want to ride a big hard cock and when I look down I want to see your handsome face licking my pussy, his cock and his balls. Oh god," she panted. "Just thinking about it gets me fucking wet." I passed the point of no return and my cock spasmed inside my wife's soaking wet pussy as her own climax washed over her body. Jennifer collapsed on top of me and our mouths met in a torrid wet kiss. "I love you baby," my wife said to me between kisses. "I love you too," I replied honestly. I had never felt closer to her than I did at that moment. "Would you really do that baby?" Jennifer asked pensively as the endorphins left our bodies and our libidos returned to normal. "Baby," I said, "I don't honestly know. Before today I had never even thought about it, but if it makes you happy I will certainly try." -To Be Continued- Becoming Her Bitch I am excited. She is staying over tonight. It will be the third time she has slept in my bed and I have woken up with my arms wrapped around her. I have not had a girlfriend in some time. Being the CEO of an international company takes up too much time for me to really have a social life but after meeting her in a hotel bar a month ago I have cleared my schedule to make time. I look at myself in the mirror of my en-suite bathroom. Not bad, I think. I a 42 years old 6ft 2 inches tall with dark curly hair, blue eyes and a gym toned body. The only thing I don't like about myself is my cock 5 inches when fully erect. I would prefer it to be twice that size. Still she doesn't seem to mind so far. Naked I open the bathroom door. She is lying naked in the middle of my bed playing with her nipples. I watch her, enjoying the view. She has beautiful tits, a very generous 34DD with big dark nipples that she is busily stroking and pinching in equal measure making them stand to attention like an army recruit in front of a sergeant major. I walk over to the bed and sit down next to her. 'Do you want some help with that?' I ask her. 'No thanks.' She replies, getting off the bed. In fact I don't think you should be allowed to touch me at all. 'Have you ever been tied up before Marcus?' She asks. 'No.' I reply honestly. What I don't tell her is that I have often fantasised about being bound up. I have climbed to the top of my profession by being the dominant male, working hard, stepping over anyone who gets in my way and now I am top dog. Everyone in my business life does exactly what I tell them to do or face my wrath if they do not and I am not known for being a laid back boss. I really enjoy my position in life as the Alpha Male but I have sometimes wondered what it would feel like if someone else took control. I have not shared these thoughts with a sexual partner before as I have not had the courage and I never like to appear weak. 'You can tie me up if you like though.' I say shyly suddenly feeling very vulnerable. She takes a silk scarf from her overnight bag. I lie on the bed and take hold of the metal railings on the headboard expecting her to tie me to this. She shakes her head. 'I want you on all fours with your head towards the foot of the bed.' She says. I oblige and she ties my hands together and attaches the scarf to the metal pole that runs along the foot of the bed. She binds me tightly and with such skill that I know she must have done this before. She then walks behind me and I can feel her tying my ankles together. Kinky. For a man who is used to holding all of the power himself I could get used to this. She walks back to her overnight bag and says 'I am going to have some fun with you tonight Marcus.' I look up at her and smile. 'Oh yeah, you can do whatever you want to me baby.' 'I'm going to.' She replies reaching into her bag. She pulls out a large pink vibrator and walks back over to the bed. She puts one leg on the bed next to me and turns the vibrator on. I can hear it buzzing and she lowers it to her pussy and starts to massage her lips. I am getting really turned on by this. It is like being in the front row of a really dirty strip club. I can feel my dick throbbing as I watch her play. She has moved the vibrator from her pussy lips to her clit and is rubbing the head of it over her nub. 'This is what I like.' She tells me. 'I bet you wish you were this vibrator don't you.' She says. 'Oh yeah.' I reply. 'Come here and put your pussy to my mouth. I want to taste you.' I tell her, expecting her to do just that. 'No way am I letting you touch me tonight.' She answers. 'Tonight is all about me doing exactly what I want with you. Not the other way around.' I am sure she is bluffing. I am naked on the bed for a reason and that is that she wants me to fuck her once she has finished playing with me. I smile up at her. She returns my smile and inserts the vibrator into her waiting hole. She starts to fuck herself and I can see she is getting very turned on. Her pussy is soaked with her juices and I can hear the wetness as she moves the vibrator in and out moaning as she does so. This is turning me on so much I could almost cum myself just by watching her. I can do nothing else but watch, and listen and smell. The smell is intoxicating, sweet and musky I am longing to touch her. I wriggle against the silk scarf that binds me trying to get free so that I can take her in my arms and put my hard cock in the place of the vibrator making her squeal in delight as I fuck her sweet pussy, desperate to be inside her. She has bound me too well though to allow me my freedom and all my wriggling achieves is to bind me tighter still. Her breathing has become more ragged now as her orgasm starts to build. I try to help her as much as I can from my position by saying 'That's it baby fuck yourself. Let me see you cum. That looks so good.' I'm not lying. The vision in front of me is amazing. She has got herself so wet with that vibrator that her juices have run all the way down it and on to the hand she is holding it with. Her clit looks engorged and her pussy lips are swollen. I can see she is ready to cum. This I really want to see. She throws her head back and screams as she makes herself cum all over the vibrator. Her knees buckle against the bed as the orgasm takes over her. I can't wait for her to untie me so that I can cum myself. I am so hard it almost hurts. Her orgasm has subsided and she has regained control of herself. She walks to the foot of the bed. I am looking up at her and she puts her arm around the back of my neck and kneels down to my eye level as she does so. She is going to untie me, I think. My turn now. She holds the vibrator out to me. 'Lick it clean.' She tells me. I look back at her. Is she kidding me? I think. Does she realise who I am? I am a captain of industry and not about to lick a vibrator clean any time soon. I am absolutely not going to put something shaped like a cock into my mouth. I refuse to be humiliated in this ridiculous way. I open my mouth to tell her this in no uncertain terms and before I can utter any words she has shoved the vibrator into my mouth. I try to spit it out. I can't she had my head held firmly in her hand and I can't move at all. I can do nothing but suck as she slowly fucks my mouth with it. 'Tastes good doesn't it.' She asks me. I can't deny that. At last I am getting to taste her intoxicating juices. Not in the way I wanted to but they still taste good. I concentrate on the taste rather than the feel of the vibrator in my mouth and find myself relaxing against her arm. Once she feels this she takes her arm away from the back of my neck but does not stop fucking my mouth with her vibrator. She reaches down, past my chest to my stomach but her hand does not stop moving until she has wrapped it around my cock. She starts to tug. I moan. I need this touch so much. She has driven me crazy making me watch her fuck herself with her vibrator and then making me lick it clean. I realise that she will make me cum while I am sucking on a plastic cock and feel utterly humiliated. Strangely though I find this a turn on in itself. It does not take long before I shoot my load all over her hand and the duvet beneath me. As I recover myself she stands up. 'Can you untie me now please.' I ask. 'No way,' she replies. I have only just started taking what I want from you and I'm going to be doing this all night long.' 'Suit yourself.' I reply. My arms and neck have started to ache a bit from the forced position I am in but it is not too bad. I could certainly enjoy watching her play with a vibrator and my cock all night. I am really getting into the idea of her being in control. She is looking in her overnight bag again and I am excited at the thought of what she might find in there this time. She seems to have come prepared. She finds what she is looking for and comes back over to me. Holding up a ball gag she asks. 'Do you trust me?' 'Yes.' I answer. I am excited at the prospect of being unable to speak. Ever since I can remember I have always been a brilliant orator. It is one of the main reasons I am at the top of my game now. Since being the CEO I have used this skill exceptionally well to my advantage motivating my minions to do whatever I ask and do it very well. I can talk myself in and out of any situation I want or need to. The thought of not being able to use the skill I am so renowned for thrills me and I feel my cock start to get hard again at the thought of giving her even more power than she has already taken. She puts the ball into my mouth. It is larger than I expected it to be and fills my mouth. I take deep breaths through my nose trying to get used to the sensation as she buckles the gag behind my head. She puts something behind me on the bed in order to fit the gag. I do not see what it is. Once I am unable to talk she gets on to the bed behind me and starts to massage the cheeks of my arse. I enjoy this sensation for a while my cock starts to get hard again. I think that she will soon reach her hand between my legs and play with my stiff dick or my tight balls. She does not do this. Instead she removes her hands from my arse and I feel her take something off the bed. I hear a whoosh of air and feel something cold hit the crack of my arse. I feel her fingers move down it pushing the substance towards my virgin hole. I realise what she is about to do and try to kick off the scarf that has tied my feet together. She kneels down heavily on my ankles and I can't move. I try to pull my arms free. The ties bite into my wrists painfully and this only makes them feel tighter. Too late I realise what she intends to do to me but I can do nothing about it. I try to shout but I can't even talk through the gag in my mouth. My arse is totally exposed to her and she will do as she likes with it. In being stupid enough to allow her to tie me up like this I have made myself her fuck toy. I feel her finger invade my puckered hole and I try to turn my body away from her. I can't. I am unable to do anything but take what I have coming and hope it doesn't hurt too much. 'My my, you're very tight,' she tells me. 'You must be a virgin.' She has guessed right but I am unable to tell her this. 'I'll soon change that,' she says. She withdraws her finger and I almost sob with relief. This is no longer fun for me and I want it to be over. It seems that it is. I'll throw her out of my house the minute she unties me. I feel lube hit my arse again and hear the sound of her vibrator being switched on. I brace myself knowing that I am powerless against what is about to happen. There is no longer any point in struggling. I feel the tip against my tight hole and then the vibrator is inside me and I have never felt pain like it. My arse feels like it is on fire and it hurts so much I feel sick. I realise that my face is wet and realise I am crying. It makes me feel ashamed but I can't help myself. 'Relax Marcus,' she tells me. 'It will hurt more if you tense up. If you relax you will enjoy it.' I wonder whom she thinks she is kidding because it certainly isn't me. She is fucking me with her vibrator. I feel her push it in to my arse as far as she can before easing it back out almost all of the way. She does this for a few minutes. I have stopped crying. There is no point as nobody will hear me. My cheeks burn with the humiliation of being fucked in the arse by a woman and not being able to do anything about it. Slowly I feel the burning sensation die away an it is replaced by an incredible warmth that seems to spread from my arse to the rest of my body. To my surprise I realise that my cock is rock solid and oozing pre cum over the duvet beneath me. I hear a moan and realise it is coming from me. 'I told you you'd start to enjoy it once you relaxed didn't I.' She tells me. 'I wonder what the guys in your boardroom would say if they saw this. I bet they wouldn't believe that you let me fuck your arse. Maybe I'll give them a little something to help their imaginations.' I feel her get off the bed and she walks around to the side of me. She has left her vibrator in my arse and I feel it pulsing inside me. I am enjoying the sensation now that the pain has subsided and the degradation of having it in my arse is turning me on. I look towards me and see that she is taking a picture of me with her phone. 'Smile for the camera,' she tells me. 'Say Board Meeting.' I am mortified. It is one thing to realise that I enjoy the feeling of a phallus inside me but quite another to have the whole world know about it. If she wanted to she could put the pictures on the Internet. My entire industry would know about it in minutes and I would never live down the shame. I look at her horror stricken knowing there is nothing I can do to make this situation go away. It is too late to do anything but endure. 'Relax.' She says. 'It's for my eyes only unless you misbehave.' She puts down her phone and pulls out a strap on cock. 'I'm going to fuck you now,' she tells me. 'There is nothing you can do about it, so you might as well take it like a man.' I watch her attaching the cock to herself and feel excited. I want to feel her slide herself inside me and mould her body to fit around mine. I want this new sensation to overcome me and know that she is attached to it bringing me to orgasm with her own dick. It makes me feel ashamed of myself to want to be so submissive, this is a side of myself I have fought hard to control and now I am desperate to succumb to her every whim. She adjusts her strap on and I feel her climb up behind me on the bed. She frees the vibrator from my arse and it feels free and light but I long to be filled again. She obliges plunging herself deep inside me making me moan in delight. She fucks me and I back myself into her wanting to feel as much of her cock inside me as possible. It feels incredible. Like she is fucking me from the inside out. She could almost be right inside my cock. I want this feeling to go on forever but I know it won't as I can already feel my orgasm building. She gives me another couple of thrusts and I feel like my cock has exploded as wave after wave of orgasm crashes over me. My cock pumps out a seemingly endless amount of jiz. I moan her name over and over knowing I will let myself be used as her fuck toy as much and as often as she likes from now on. My orgasm is over and I am trying to get my breath back. I am smiling as I realise this is the best orgasm I have ever had and she hasn't even touched my dick. Becoming Her Bitch I am Sam and this is my story. ****************************************** I walked into the coffee shop, and couldn't quite believe what I was seeing. I mean, this was a blind date. My friend Laura from work had said she was fit, but girls always say that about their friends. This girl looked incredible. She wore a tight white sleeveless top, showing a superb cleavage, easily a DD cup, curving into a shapely waist. Perfectly straight red hair ran down her pale skin and grazed the top of her breasts. Her eyes were a vivid blue, her lips were full, her face delicately pretty, yet she did not look vulnerable. She sat with one finger, nail painted a deep red like the others, in the corner of her mouth as she absent mindedly looked down at the newspaper in front of her. It can't be her, I thought, this is too good. Yet she was sat where her text said she would be, her hair the right colour. But that was the only detail she had given me, I hadn't expected this. "Emily?" I asked, voice a bit weaker than I'd intended. My heart beat faster as she looked up, and gave me a little smile. Beautiful, but a little mocking, perhaps. I suddenly regretted not putting more effort in. My hair was as long and curly as always, my t-shirt and jeans plain and cheap. "Ah, Sam" she smiled, and I joined her, trying to look more confident than I felt. Shit, what do I say? What do I normally say when I'm talking to people? The silence of a few seconds seemed excruciating. Luckily, she broke it. "So, why are you going on blind dates at twenty-three?" she asked in a well spoken, though not overly posh, southern English accent.I managed to remain cool "I could ask you the same" I replied in my slightly less polished Estuary accent. She grinned at me, showing flawless white teeth. This girl really had it all. "Most men can't satisfy my needs" she said quietly, and so suggestively I was embarrassed to release I was already getting hard. I squirmed to adjust my dick under my waistband. She seemed to enjoy me squirming. "Most women can't satisfy mine" I retorted, feeling a bit stupid for just mirroring her question again, but it was true. I'd had a few short term girlfriends, but I'd always struggled with the sex. Most girls want to be on the bottom, but so do I. And I need to be dominated. I found this too embarrassing to tell some girls. Others gave it a half hearted try, but it wasn't what I really wanted, what I really needed. "So what are your needs?" I asked "Simple really. I want a man to do whatever I want". The words made me dick fully hard. I looked her in the eyes "I would do whatever you wanted" I blurted out. Oh God, I couldn't believe I just said that. I looked down immediately. Thirty seconds into the date and I'd made myself look like a total loser. It really was pathetic how quickly I'd become totally infactuated with this woman. But when I looked up, she was looking at me with real interest. I felt like, somehow, she already knew. She knew how I wanted to be tied up, humiliated, fucked up... Her eyes penetrated mine. "Really?" she asked "You'd do anything?" Her voice was so sexy, so suggestive... "Anything" I replied instantly. She liked the fact I said so straight away. I realised that I was now leaning over the table, with her sat back in her chair. Suddenly, she leaned in too, so our faces were almost touching. I loved her confidence. "So if I asked you to do something for me, you'd do it, straight away?" She whispered "Yes. Absolutely" I again replied straight away, so caught up in the moment, so hard... She pulled away slightly, looked me hard in the eyes, and demanded "Piss yourself." I couldn't believe she'd asked me that. I couldn't seriously do that, could I? And did I want to? I mean I was into a lot of weird stuff, but not that... I realised I'd already started. I panicked. What if this was a joke? Of course it was a joke. Shit. I can't stop. She'll tell Laura, everyone at work will know, I'm going to have to walk home with a massive stain on the front of my jeans... I could feel the hot urine soaking into my jeans. Shit. And into my t-shirt as well, I'd tucked my hard dick into my waistband. This was a fucking nightmare... I looked up, waiting for her to look disgusted. But she didn't. She looked surprised, but intrigued. She slowly lent forward, to see the damage I had done to myself. "I..." I could only mutter. She gave me an evil smile "You're coming home with me". From there, it is a bit of a blur. She took me by the hand, and led me out the cafe. Her grip was firm and her walk determined, and even though she was shorter than me, shorter than she'd seemed sitting own, I felt totally in her power. Finally I got to see her arse, and it was as wonderful as the rest of her, large, pert and well rounded, hugged tight by denim shorts over black leggings. I had no idea if people noticed my stain, and I didn't care, I thought only of her. And then briefly on Laura, and how I could possibly thank her. From then on, I thought of nothing but Emily. She drove a new looking blue Saab, not too fancy but certainly showing she had a fair amount of money for her age, certainly more than me. She opened the back door, sat me down, did my seatbelt, as I simply wordlessly obeyed. She drove, I don't know how long. I simply sat in my wet clothes. She stopped the car and walked round to me. By instinct, I didn't move, I just waited for her to get me. She opened the door, unbuckled me and led me into her house. We were in the countryside, in a very ordinary looking detached house. No one else was around. She led me inside and led me straight past the kitchen and living room, pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked a door, revealing a windowless room in total darkness. I wanted to go in more than I wanted my next breath. She pushed me inside by the back of my head, then shut the door. I stood in total blackness as I heard her stride back into the house. I didn't dare to move around or look for a light, I just stood there, willing her to come back to me. And in a couple of minutes, she did. She held my arms from behind, so I didn't turn, then let go and the door shut and then locked, loudly, creating a sense of foreboding. She flicked a switch and two big ceiling lights came on, revealing a totally black room, with only a bench with straps coming off it, and boxes underneath. The room was small, without space to move around the bench, which was right in the middle, and with her behind me it created a thrilling feeling of being trapped. I had no idea what she might do, but I felt a little scared, and that thrilled me more than anything. It was a proper sex dungeon. "Wow" I said, very quietly. She turned me, and I can honestly say I saw the sexiest sight of my life. She wore black knee high leather boots, black silk panties and a very tight black corset, making her breasts look incredibly huge. Her fair skin could not have looked more beautiful against her black clothing, and her deep red hair made the image almost unreal. She slapped me round the face, hard enough that it stung. "Rule one" she said. "You do not speak until spoken till". "Yes" I replied instantly. She slapped me again, in exactly the same spot she had hit me before. The sweet sting made me even more turned on. "Rule two. You will always address me as mistress, unless I request something else. I will call you... whatever the fuck I want. Bitch is a good start, do you agree?" "Yes mistress". She smiled and stroked my red cheek. I felt extremely grateful for the attention. She thought for a moment "No, not bitch." She looked down at my wet trousers and gave a short, sharp laugh "Piss bitch. Much better. Lie on the table, piss bitch." "Yes mistress". I felt a thrill of humiliation as I lied down. She leaned over me, her magnificent breasts only inches from my face. I wanted more than anything to touch them, to lick them, to bury my unworthy face in them, but I knew I must not. I had to be a good bitch. "You must be the most pathetic little bitch I've ever met. To piss yourself like that, no dignity." She squeezed my cheeks together with the thumb and forefinger and looked me in the eyes. "What a pathetic little cunt you are. Do you think you deserve me? Is that what you think?" "No mistress" I mumbled through my pressed lips. Suddenly, she grabbed my hair on the back of my head, and forced my head around. I turned my body with it so I was face down. "Lets get a proper look at you, then, piss bitch". She wretched my shirt over my head, the soggy bottom of it brushing against my face. Next she yanked my shoes and socks off, and finally my half sodden jeans. I was left just in my boxer shorts, and I became aware just how sodden they were. Although I couldn't see her, I could feel her glare digging into the back of my head, and the rest of me. "God, you are disgusting, piss bitch, lying in your own piss. I can't believe I let a worthless cunt like you into my house." I loved every bit of every insult more than the most lavish praise from any other girl. "You at least can't be allowed loose." She grabbed my hands, one at a time, securing them into the straps attached to the corners of the bed, the straps tight and secure. She did the same to my feet, and I could tell she was an expert at this, she did it so quickly. I loved the feeling of restriction, but I was surprised that the straps were long and I still had quite a lot of possible movement. I could have turned and faced her. In fact, I must... As if she was reading my thoughts, she pushed my head down into the bench. "Look up, piss bitch, and you'll be sorry. A pathetic piece of shit like you is not allowed to look at me. You are not worthy, are you?" "I am not worthy, mistress". I heard her kneel at the end of the table, between my spread legs, and heard rubbing. "Oh God, my tits feel good today" she said, to the room more than to me. I heard her hand slide down her body, I could hear every little sound, there was no other noise. "Oh fuck, and my pussy." I heard the soft, wet sound of finger entering vagina. "This tight little cunt feels amazing!" she exclaimed loudly, finger sliding in and out of the wetness. I had always loved watching girls masturbate, and I couldn't resist this... I realised what she was doing, trying to make me break my word and look up at her. I must not. I was a good little bitch, and I would remain a good little bitch. "Oh fuck, oh fucking my sweet little pussy" she moaned. The sound of fingering stopped briefly, and she sucked hard on her fingers. Quickly she jammed them back in and frigged herself even harder. "Oh fuck! Oh, my little cunt!" she yelled. Blood rushed to my head, I felt panicked, torn between two great desires: to remain obedient, and to see my beautiful mistress in ecstasy. I hardly noticed my erect cock painfully pressed into the bench. "Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK! Oh!" She was close to orgasm. I couldn't help myself. I was just a pathetic little bitch, I had to see her, I had to... I turned and knew I'd made the right choice. One smooth white breast was hanging out her corset, the other pressed hard onto its' holding. The breast had a small pink nipple, and on instinct I had to suck it, I pulled hard against my restraints, willing them to break, fuck the consequences. I looked down and her fingers had pushed aside her tight little panties, and two of them were pushed deep into her perfect pussy, while the other pressed hard on her little clit. She knelt back, eyes closed, and her moaning got higher pitched, "Uh, uh, uuuuh" I could smell the wonderful aroma of her glorious wet hole... She opened an eye and saw me. I turned my head back to the bench straight away. She stopped masturbating. "What the fuck are you doing" she yelled. "You stupid little cunt." She grabbed me tight around the neck. "I warned you, you stupid little fucking bitch". I wasn't sure if she was serious. I felt like she might not let go of my throat. I was scared. "I gave you one fucking instruction" she shouted right in my ear. I felt very red "Sorry" I squeaked. She relaxed her grip and slapped me round the back of the head. "Sorry mistress! Sorry for being such a naughty, pathetic, useless little piss bitch". "Sorry won't fucking cut it, piss bitch. You not only broke the rules, you tried to cover it up. I saw you look away. You stupid little bitch. You are going to learn that actions have consequences." I loved that she said that. I wanted to feel her full anger, her full strength. She undid my leg straps, pulled down my dirty boxers and threw them onto the back of my head, I felt the wetness seep through. "You can't wear men's underwear, you dumb bitch. From now on, you wear my panties. And if you piss in them, I'll kill you". "Yes mistress". She pulled her black silk panties off and pulled them up my legs, as high as they would go so the front bound my balls and dick tightly, and the back rubbed against my arsehole. I felt so grateful. I loved wearing panties. I wore my ex-girlfriends once, but when she saw she just looked at me, shocked and taken aback. "Are you, er, gay?" She had asked. "No" I replied, too quickly, "no, I'm just, um, into this, it's not weird..." She'd dumped me a week later. She didn't understand. But Emily did, Emily totally understood me. Emily's panties were as wet as mine, but hers were soaked with her lovely juices. They felt so good, I never wanted to take them off. "You look more like a whore than a bitch like that." She observed. "I was going to play with your stupid little cock, but you can forget that now." She turned me over and looked disdainfully at my stupid little cock, even though it was rock hard. She pulled a draw out from underneath the table and grabbed some furry handcuffs. She undid my arm restraints, and I immediately offered her my hands, not liking the freedom. I was a bitch, sorry, a whore, and I needed to be restrained. She pushed my legs back until my knees were near my chin, then grabbed my arms forward and fastened the handcuffs in front of my knees. I loved this, I was more restricted than before. She then grabbed my legs, pulled them apart and tied them into the restraints my arms had been in. As she did, I slipped back, leaving my arse spread and my little hole totally exposed. I knew then what she had in store for me, and yet again I felt a surge of excitement. All of my ex-girlfriends who I'd asked to play with my arsehole had been very uncomfortable with the idea, had usually given it a brief touch and then ignored it, or had looked at me like I was a pervert. I was a pervert, I was Emily's little whore pervert, and no one else would ever understand. She ducked out of my vision, went into a draw, and came up wearing a black, smooth strap on dildo, maybe five inches. A little smaller than my cock. Ah, she is being merciful, I thought. I've never had any more than a tip of a finger up my little arse, this will surely still give me the pain I need. She straddled the bench, over my face. I loved the view of her directly upwards. Her glorious white breasts, now both plunging out of her corset, seemed even more magnificent, I wanted to plunge my unworthy mouth around those amazing pink nipples even more. Her beautiful deep blue eyes bore into mine as if there was nothing else in the world. I threw my head back submissively, but she grabbed my head and yanked it forward. She pushed her strap on towards my mouth, and I gaped my mouth open. She slowly pushed her cock towards my mouth, talking to me calmly. "I wanted to break you in slowly, whore. I wanted to give you the great feeling of having this cock stuck up your arse while I felt that little nob of yours". My heart sunk, I need fucking, I needed it so bad. Her cock went into my mouth, and I sucked. I'd never sucked a cock before, so I had no idea if I was any good. I tried hard; I was a whore, after all. "But I need to be strict with you, I need an obedient whore". She slapped me gently to illustrate her point. "Will you disobey me again, whore?" she asked politely. I shook my head quickly. She slapped me harder. "You didn't say "mistress"" she said sternly. But I couldn't! "I guess that wasn't fair, you do have a cock in your mouth. Well life isn't fair, not for little whores". That's true, I thought, this is how I need to be treated. "I don't have to treat you good when you are good. So when you are bad, like today, when you think your pathetic eyes are worthy of my body while I pleasure myself, you will be treated very, very bad." The cock was jammed right down my throat, and I gagged. She left it in for a second, and then fully pulled it out. "Is that fair, bitch?" She asked "Yes mistress, that's totally fair. I've been such a bad little whore." I replied. She smiled, and my heart sank as I again registered her beauty. I couldn't believe a woman this fair and pretty could be such a strong mistress, it really was a dream. She went back into the draw, and came back up. She held two crocodile clips linked by a chain, a ball gag and was still wearing a smooth, black strap on. Except this one was at least twice the size of the one she had on before, bigger than the biggest cock I'd seen in porn. I looked and it and my eyes went wide with fear. She gave me the biggest, evillest smile yet. "Good whore. I agree". First she crouched on top of me, the gigantic strap on resting on my stomach, and pulled out the crocodile clips. They looked brutally tight as she released them and let them slap back together. I could feel myself sweating. "I could say this isn't going to hurt" she said sweetly "but I'd be lying. Do you want these on your titties?" "Yes mistress" "I'm not convinced" "Please mistress, please clamp those on my worthless titties, I'm just a whore and I need it". "Ok whore". She clipped it onto my right nipple first, at least releasing it slowly on. I exhaled in shock at the pain. It hurt a lot, but I really need the other one on, and on it went, this time she let go when it was nearly on, but the pain wasn't as bad as the first. My body took a second to adjust to the feeling, and then I liked it. It was real pain, real nasty pain, and I wanted more. I wanted my arse fucked. Or did I? I mean that thing was ridiculous. It was going to hurt so much, it was half the size of my torso. It was going to destroy me. Oh, but I liked that. I wanted to be damaged, be loose like a real whore. "I'm far too nice to you" she said "I really want to fuck you, and for it to hurt, but sadly I feel a little affection for you, you stupid little piss whore. I'm going to lube you up before I fuck you." She reached down and applied a big glob of lube to my exposed arsehole. She buried a finger in, and my arsehole was pushed in slightly by a soft, moist finger. It felt amazing, and I wanted so much more. "Looks good" she said, admiring my arse. The compliment felt so deserved, I felt so proud. But she frowned. "But it's the wrong colour". Huh? I suddenly understood her via a sharp pain to my left buttock. She held up her horse whip to me and let me nibble on the end. Then she hit my other cheek, and then right down the middle, perfectly onto my lubed up hole. I bit my bottom lip hard and squeaked with pleasure. She whipped each cheek hard alternatively, the pain rushing up to join that consistently pulsing down from my nipples in a wonderful storm of pain. I threw back my head and sighed femininely with each stroke. Finally, she stopped and admired her handiwork. "Much better. Now, to claim this whore hole for myself". Excitement swept over me. "But first, you need to beg". She looked up at he, her brutal huge cock pressed just centimetres from my hole. "Please mistress, fuck me" I begged. She slapped me. Becoming Her Bitch "Is that it? Is that all I get? I want you to fucking beg, you dumb whore. Fucking beg me." "Oh please mistress, I love you mistress, please fuck my dirty little undeserving whore arsehole. You are perfect and I am shit, you are my fucking queen and I am nothing. I know I am totally unworthy of your magnificent cock, but I beg you, do this for me, ruin me, destroy my pathetic body, make me forever yours, to discard when you want. Just please stick your huge cock up my little arsehole". She tried to conceal a smile. "My God, you are the most pathetic little whore in the world. I can't listen to any more of your shit." She picked up the ball gag and stuffed it into my mouth. It fit perfectly, and did up tightly at the back. I lay back helpless as she loomed over me. She placed both her hands on my throat, though she didn't choke me. I lay, totally submissive, waiting to take the most brutal, amazing fuck of my lifetime. She pressed it slowly against my arsehole. Oh God, finally, I thought. My nipples were bound tightly, my jaw forced open painfully, my arse stung, and my legs ached from being forced upward and behind my head, but all I could feel for that moment was the huge smooth black dildo pressing into my arse. She looked deep and aggressively into my eyes, beautiful as ever, her face soft yet terrifying. I whimpered through my gag, and her grip on my throat closed slightly. The first stab of pain came as the full width of the dildo started to stretch my hole fully. Oh God, this was just too much. The pain was so intense, but the pleasure was even greater. She thrust further and further inside me, every bit of the inside of my arse being stroked and then pummelled. "Oh you are a good little whore, aren't you" she asked. I could only mumble into the gag. I looked up at my mistress with pure admiration. She looked totally focused on the job at hand, on giving me such a good, hard fucking. Her wonderful huge breasts swung with every thrust, her fierce red hair flicking behind her, her stunning eyes focused on her little whore, in brilliant agony. The dildo felt even bigger up my arse than it had looked, inhumanely big, destroying me. The pain and the bondage, it was just perfect. My cock felt like it was about to explode as she bore deeper inside me... Suddenly she stopped, and looked me up and down. Her eyes stopped on my shuddering hard cock. She slowly paced a hand on it, and pulled down as she thrust. With a second pull, my cum sprayed over me, onto my chest and face. I couldn't believe how well my mistress was treating me, letting her little whore cum all over himself. She undid my gag, and instantly I spluttered "Thank you, thank you so much mistress, that was the best moment of my life, ah, ah!" I was interrupted by a shot of pain as my nipple clamps were taken off, which was as painful as putting them on. Then my handcuffs were released, and I saw my hands had deep, red marks around them- but I hadn't even noticed. My arms fell limply to my side. "Thank you so much, you are so good to your whore, thank you for fucking me so hard, for hurting me, I needed it, I want to be a good whore for you, I love you mistress". I meant it. She said nothing, she just smiled, still hard up my arse. She hadn't gone in all the way, I noticed, to my surprise. It had felt like her hard cock was right the way up my body. Still, there was a good eight or nine inches up my arse, and it was wider than any cock, enough to truly fuck up my virgin arsehole. She slowly slid out of me, and it was the best feeling of all, pure pleasure. She knelt before me, triumphant, me still laying back with my feet high above in the straps. She released them and I collapsed with a thud, and simply lay limp, covered in my own spunk, feeling like a true whore. I felt my arsehole, stretched and ruined. I hoped it never recovered, I wanted her to have ruined me, destroyed me arse, marked me as forever hers. She slid a finger around my wide whole and I shuddered with pleasure. She then pulled my panties, which I'd forgotten all about, up hard again. She placed a strong, elegant finger into the pool of cum on my chest and pushed it into my mouth, which I gaped open obediently. Then she leant forward and kissed me softly on the cheek. The first ever kiss from her, I wanted to cry with happiness at receiving such affection. I sighed. "You'd better not ever take those panties off, I want to see you wearing them next time". And with that, she walked out of the door, leaving me to gather my things and leave, to go back to my home and pretend to be a man. But I wasn't. I was Emily's whore now, and that wonderful, embarrassing ache in my arsehole would constantly remind me of that. ******************************************** This is my first proper attempt at erotica, so please leave comments, good or bad, if this got you off, please tell me, if I should give this up, tell me too!