7 comments/ 92502 views/ 9 favorites Breaking Him By: Bruno1027 I was 20 and had just moved to Boston. I didn't know many people and had yet to find a place to live. I was still living with my brother. On a trip to the supermarket I noticed an older woman in the checkout line giving me the eye and a wide smile. Being the shy type I didn't reciprocate but managed a weak smile and nod. I paid for my groceries and left. I noticed the woman outside on the sidewalk struggling with her many bags. I couldn't stand there and not help so I went over to her and asked if she needed assistance. Her face grew into the smile I had seen earlier and I managed the carry the brunt of her shopping to the home. As we walked I sized her up. She had long auburn hair, cute face, full breasts and a great body. She was shorter than I, but most women I had dated were shorter than my six feet. She asked about myself and I told her how I had come to Boston and what my plans were. When she asked I told her I had no girlfriend, after which she promptly invited me in to dinner. Reaching inside the bags I had carried, she took out pasta, meat and sauce. While she whipped up a batch of spaghetti we talked about ourselves. She had been married once, long ago when she was my age. She was 15 years my senior and is now looking for something a bit different. She said she had been around the country and I listened to her as she talked about her travels. Dinner was ready and I we sat down to eat. Not sure of etiquette, I pulled her chair out for her and helped her sit. I laid the napkin on my lap as we ate. We didn't talk much, both being very hungry. When dinner was over I looked at the clock and then noticed how dark it was outside. I had to be leaving soon and she seemed to sense this. "You don't want to be late, you better head home hon" she said as I frantically jumped from the table. I grabbed my jacket and she met me at the door. As I turned to leave she grabbed my face and gave me a deep openmouthed kiss. For the seconds our lips touched I was lost. I felt something pass from me to her in that connection, something that would change me forever. She slipped her phone number, written in long feminine script, into my hand and told me to call her sometime. I thought about her all night. When I finally did sleep she appeared in my dreams, her lips touching mine, her pulling me to her. The week passed by slowly and I finally screwed up the courage to call her. She answered the phone on the first ring and greeted me by name when she heard my voice. Though I tried to play it off I'm sure my voice must have shook as we talked. I cursed myself; here I was an attractive twenty year old with enough bedroom experience to fill a lifetime of fantasies and I was tongue tied talking to this beautiful woman. I can't remember much of the conversation, her voice had turned me into a voiceless automaton that could only answer in monosyllabic words and fake laughs but I remember her inviting me over that weekend. As I readied myself for our date I thought of how things would be different. I would meet her at the door, ask her if she was ready, and swoop her away to a night together. I dreamt of her in bed, my fingers teasing her nipples, my tongue tickling her inner thigh and I felt myself grow aroused as I bathed myself. She wore a long flowing dress and silken scarf that hung from her neck as I met her at the door. As she ushered me in I could smell a sweet aroma from her body. Strawberries? Vanilla? Jasmine? I couldn't name it but already she had me stiffening under my clothes. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to her car, where I sat on the passenger side. We had reservations at a French restaurant, she said. It was dimly lit, with a candle between us an freshly shined silver. Her eyes never left me the entire evening. I felt like the prey, she would be the predator. I felt myself drawn to her the entire night. I had to have this woman! She was the most alluring creature I had ever seen. Just the thought of her gave me a feeling that made my legs weak. When I picked at my food, she urged me to eat, "We don't want to leave anything to waste. That wouldn't be proper for such wonderful food." Instead of going to her house she dropped me off at mine, where she turned to give me a bg hug. A shiver ran down my spine as her fingers ran through my hair as we kissed. I truly was hers. She knew how to play me, how to make me feel. As I watched her drive off I realized there was nothing I could do. I couldn't see other women, they held no interest for me now. Instead, she appeared in my fantasies every night where we would play another game or one more position. It continued this way for weeks. She would pick me up and we would go either to dinner or a show, even a movie, return home, a kiss and a goodbye for the next week. I grew discouraged. She called me midweek one time, a break from our routine and instructed me to meet her for dinner at her place that Friday afternoon. She advised me to bring a toothbrush and a change of clothes. I waited impatiently for the week to end and come Friday I ran out the door and to her home. She called from the kitchen to come in as the door was unlocked. I dropped my bag in the foyer and found her in the kitchen. She was making Chicken Cordon Bleu and told me to wait at the table until she was ready. Tonight was the night! I couldn't wait and imagined us together in bed soon. I was restless and my fingers tapped on the table as she spoke from the kitchen. "We need to have talk, sweetie. There are some things we need to discuss." My heart dropped. Was this THE talk? I didn't want to lose her. At that moment she came walking through the door, her arms cradling two large portions of dinner. "But for now we will eat. The discussion will come later." I nodded and dug in. Dinner went well and I told her about the new job I had just begun that week. She was warm and laughed throughout the meal. We finished and she took the plate from me, depositing it in the sink. She brought her chair closer and sat down, our knees almost touching. "Kevin, I have grown to really like you these past few weeks and I want us to continue the direction we're in." I agreed, nodding quickly. "Please don't interrupt, let me finish." She corrected. "You need to know this if we are to have a relationship." She held my hands and looked me in the eyes. "I have been through many relationships, most of them bad, and feel I must be true to myself now. If we are to see each other you must do as I say at all times." I was shocked. I had never heard a women talk this way to me before but I didn't dare say a word. "I have found most men are selfish and care only for themselves. You seem different and that is the reason I care for you." She smiled again, giving me a warm feeling inside. "But you are young and still very headstrong. At first I thought that would cause problems and it wouldn't work but I decided to give it a try." She touched my cheek with her hand then, caressing me softly. I closed my eyes and listened. "If you care about me and want this to work you will do as I say, any failure to do so will result in discipline." She smiled then as she saw the look on my face. "Don't worry, sweetie, nothing you can't handle, but it must be done if we are to work." "Now, let me ask you this, have you thought about making love to me?" I responded that yes, I had. "I have thought about it as well and I apologize for being so unresponsive but I must be sure everything is right between us. I would like to make love to you but to be fair I must let you know what you are in for." She stood me up and looked me over. I was aware of my excitement and knew she would be as well. When she finished she stood a foot away from me and looked into my eyes. "Take off you clothes, sweetie. I want to see you" I hesitated for a moment, unsure of my next action. As if in a trance I began to remove my shirt, my shoes, then my pants. I was in good shape and knew she would be pleased with me but felt awkward to be treated in such a manner. I wore only boxers now and slipped them down my legs. My erection stood out and I covered myself with my hands. "No no, move your hands. I want to see all of you" I did so, gritting my teeth. It felt like the rug had been pulled out from beneath me but I stood my ground. She walked to me and turned me around. I felt her hands on my back, thighs, ass and balls. I shook from her touch. "Very nice, sweetie, I love your response." She took my hand and walked me into her bedroom. I realized it was the first time I had been in the room. It was large and open, with a four poster bed at the other side. She had a night table with a vase filled with four roses. A small bowl of potpourri filled the room with the scent of cinnamon. I turned to her, reaching out to take her in my arms, but she only spun me around so I faced the bed. "Bend over, sweetie" I remembered what she had told me before and didn't want to disobey her. Her sheets were smooth and soft and felt good pressed against my swollen cock. I heard movement behind me and looked over my shoulder. She was in the closet, searching through the top shelf. She turned and saw me looking and yelled at me to turn around. She was behind me now. "You must never look back when you are being punished. That will only make it worse. I am going to show you what happens when you disobey me. Sometimes it will be severe, sometimes it will be easier but I want you to remember you are doing this for us and to be strong." I can honestly say I had no idea what I was in for. Any moment I expected her to turn me over, jump into my arms and tell me it was just a test. I didn't brace myself for the first strike because I never saw it coming. I felt it though, a searing pain that stretched across both buttocks. I clenched the sheets as more attacked my vulnerable backside. I clenched and tensed every muscle in a vain attempt to ease the pain but it was no good. Before long my entire body shook from the pain and I felt my eyes cloud with tears. I had never cried in front of a female since I was a boy and refused to do so now. She continued the punishment and seconds later I felt warm, wet tear slip down my face. My body felt like one massive organ, my bottom between the apex. I heard her behind me delivering blow after blow to my helpless body and braced myself. My ass was screaming in pain and I bit down on my tongue, only hoping it would end soon. It felt like hours passed though it must have been only 30 minutes. Finally she stopped and my body was shaking. The sheets were wet with my tears and I was numb to everything but her. "That's enough for now, sweetie. Stand up and give me a hug." I managed to slowly stand on wobbly legs and fell into her arms. She rested my head on her shoulder and we stood that way for a while, slowly swaying together, as if in a dance. Breaking Him Down Note: The original version of this story Breaking and Entering was written by Couture and published here on Literotica. I thoroughly enjoyed her excellent story and decided to make a few tweaks for the private reading enjoyment of my sweetie and me. She has graciously agreed to let me submit my version for your reading pleasure. "Sweetie, will you be a darling and clean the kitchen tonight?" Alicia asked her husband as he was sitting in his recliner watching television. The chair was old and comfortable. A ratty reminder of his days as a bachelor – a tangible symbol of his independence. It didn’t really match her whole opulent, Moroccan palace theme, but she understood his need to reclaim his freedom from time to time, so it didn’t really bother her. But, she did want him to get up out of it and do the dishes tonight. Robert looked up to find her standing in front of him with her hands on her hips in that delicious way that came natural to black women. As usual she was dressed in something sexy and body hugging. But that wasn’t hard to accomplish. With an hourglass figure like hers, even a simple t-shit fit that description. God, it was hard to resist her when she stood over him like this! "Come on baby, I'm watching something right now," he pleaded, pointing the remote around her and at the TV as if he could somehow zap Alicia and make her move as easily as he could change the channel. Alicia looked back and saw that hateful little planet at the edge of the TV screen. Just great, she thought, the sci-fi channel. He would be sitting in his chair all night if he got his way. She knew that in order to get him up, she was going to have to bring out the big guns. Slowly and deliberately she gave him her sexiest smile, stepped forward to straddle him, and ground seductively against him as she sank fully into his lap. "I'll make it worth your while, little boy" she husked in his ear. She knew he could feel the puffy heat of her soaking pussy. And Alicia could feel his resistance melting as his dick hardened. Robert looked into her beautiful almond-shaped eyes and she could feel him grinding beneath her in response as he leaned up to kiss her, but she pulled back. "First the dishes, babydoll," she said, giving him a quick peck on the lips and hopping gracefully off his lap. Robert threw a pillow at Alicia, hitting her in her succulent chocolate ass, his favorite part of her body. "Tease," he called after her. However, her ploy worked. He got out of his chair and went to the kitchen. Alicia followed, watching him while he worked. He looked so cute washing dishes in just his boxers. His long, muscular tanned legs looked so sexy with that dusting of golden hair. She trailed a finger down to her pussy. She was as hot and wet as the dishwater. She went to the bedroom to wait for him to finish, but she was too aroused by having seduced him into doing housework to wait. She loved using her sexual power to make him do her bidding. It was just such a turn on. She got up, opened her goody drawer and removed a vibe to keep her occupied until he returned. However, her attention fell to the strap-on at the bottom of the drawer. It was a part of a fantasy collection they had gotten from a sex shop a while back. They had never actually used it.... But, Alicia had always wondered what it would be like to be the penetrator instead of the penetratee, so to speak. She had always been curious, but never had the courage to talk to Robert about it. She didn’t know if it would threaten his masculinity. And she didn’t want to expose herself as a kinky freak if it turned out to be something that really turned him off. Actually, she had brought it up as a joke once, but Robert just laughed and said, "You're not coming near me with that thing." Ever since then, she had been too uncomfortable to pursue it further. Stripping off her thong and tank top, Alicia attached the latex cock to her crotch. She walked to the full-length mirror and looked at her reflection. She wrapped her fist around the shiny black cock and posed, propping her leg up on a chair. The thick dark length matched well with her own toffee brown complexion. She imagined how delicious the contrast would be against Robby’s pale skin. Damn, she looked powerful! Authority and strength radiated from her body. Then her thoughts turned to her husband diligently washing dishes in the kitchen. It's now or never, she thought, and tiptoed silently to the kitchen. Robert's back was turned as he dried the dishes and placed them in the cabinet like a good little hubby. She sneaked up behind him and reached her hand into his boxers, firmly grasping his cock. He jumped. "Shit, you scared me!" he said. "Don't sneak up on me like that when I've got plates in my hand." Alicia stroked his dick, feeling it grow stiff in her hand. "What was that, sweetie?" "Nothing," he groaned. He tried to turn around, but she pulled his cock up and away, making him stand on his tiptoes leaning over the counter. "Don't turn around," she commanded. "Ouch, ease up - you're hurting me, Alicia." He grabbed at her wrist, but she only pulled harder. "I'll pull it off." she threatened. His hand moved away and Alicia slacked off on the pressure. Her left hand traveled down to his ass, massaging his cheeks possessively. "Now, who is in charge?" she asked, while her finger pressed between his cheeks against his tightly clenched ass to emphasize her point. "Hmmm?" "Come on honey, let's go to bed. I don't like this game," Robert whined. He was getting rebellious again. She didn't know what possessed her, but she opened the drawer and pulled out a small knife. He immediately froze as soon as he saw it in her hand. She traced the sharp edge of the blade lightly up and down his spine. "What did I say about turning around?" He hesitated. She heard him gulp. "You said not to." "That's right, little one." She squeezed his cock. It was harder now than ever. He might try to pretend, but she knew he liked it. "Now . . . tell me who is in control." "You are." She felt his body tremble against hers. "That's right my love." She placed the blade beneath his underwear. "Now, let’s see this body you've been teasing me with." She cut through his boxers with the knife. The rent fabric fell to his feet, leaving him standing naked against the counter. "Please, Alicia. . . I don't like this." Rob’s cock pulsed in her hand. "Well I do, little liar." She kissed his neck, licking and sucking his flesh as her hand moved from his cock to his nipple, pinching it lightly. Alicia’s mouth became even more aggressive until she was sucking at his neck as hard as she could, while nipping his skin with her teeth. Her fingers tightened on his nipple, extracting a mewling moan from his throat. "Tell me the truth, little bitch. You like this don't you?" she whispered in his ear and then tongued it. She could feel the shock go through his body at the dirty language. It was so unlike her. "Mmmmm . . . yes," he gasped. "And I'm not Alicia. I'm a burglar, who broke into the house. Your wife is asleep in bed." She poked him with the knife blade. "You got that?" "Yes . . .I got it," he said. "Good. Reach over there and get that bottle of Joy. Come on. Hurry up, before you make me angry!" He was shaking, he was so unsure of himself. She stroked him to soothe his nerves. "You can do it babydoll. Go on. Now, pour some of it into your hand. Keep going, pour a whole handful. That's good. Now, give me your hand." She guided his hand back, careful not to spill the detergent and placed it over her fake cock. Robert jumped when he discovered her little surprise and tried to pull away. But Alicia held him fast. "Please, don't," he said, while she guided his hand up and down her cock coating it with the slick detergent. He was trembling with emotion, deciding whether to let himself go and totally enjoy the “role-playing.” A thousand thoughts jumbled through his mind at once. What would it mean if he let her fuck him? Rob was a big man, much stronger than she was. They both knew he was physically capable of stopping her anytime he wanted. But, he didn’t. "Did you know that I've been watching you from the window every night? Did you enjoy teasing me? Washing dishes in your naughty underwear? Showing your body off slut? Did you think you could get away with that?" She brought his hand up behind his back, forcing him to bend over the counter. He relaxed helplessly against her allowing her to dominate him. Alicia was getting into her new role more and more. She had never felt so strong before. So powerful! And she hadn't even fucked him yet. She knew this would permanently change their relationship. And the truth was, she had always wanted to be in charge. She just hadn’t been sure that he would fall to her charms so easily. As she placed the head of the cock against his ass, Alicia felt the moisture gushing from her hot pussy like a fountain. She pushed forward, he groaned and the cheeks of his ass clenched tightly. She stroked his back until he relaxed enough for the head to slip in. "Ow, ow God." Robert suddenly struggled to get away. "I'm sorry honey. Please, I can't do this." Alicia pushed his arm up further. "I'm not your honey, bitch. Do you think you can just tease me like this and then toss me away? Oh, no babydoll. Besides, I know just what a little horny bitch like you wants." He sighed and relaxed once more. He had obviously decided to let her use his ass for her pleasure. The thought thrilled her. She took him with short tiny strokes, ever so slowly moving deeper and deeper into his ass. She could feel his resistance fading with every stroke. Was it her imagination or was he pushing back against her? This little whore liked getting his ass fucked! "That's it bitch. Didn't I say I knew what a slut like you wanted? That's it sweetie, just relax and give it up to me." He was groaning now every time she bottomed out. Alicia slammed him harder. Her thighs were slapping loudly as they collided with his on every stroke. "Don't I know what you want? Don't I, bitch?" "Mmmm - yessss," he admitted. He was hers now and they both knew it. Her pussy quaked. She was getting ready to cum, but she still wanted a little more. "Come on slut. Pick your leg up and put it on the counter. That's good. Pull your knee to your face, but don't you dare look at me. If you look at me, I'm going to have to kill you bitch, cause I'm not going to jail." Alicia watched as he submissively got into the position that she wanted him in. She could see her thick black cock violating his tiny pink anus. He looked so vulnerable. She began to cum with the first stroke. She took his ass with long hard strokes. Her fake dick was covered in foamy bubbles from the detergent. "Ah-ah-ah-I'm cumming," She cried. "Oh God, you're making me cum, you hot little white cave bitch!" Her strokes slowed as her orgasm waned. Alicia felt something on her hip. She looked down in surprise at her husband's hand gripping her flesh. The beautiful contrast between their skin made her pussy clench once again. "Please," he begged. "I'm so close." She slowly pulled it out, marveling as his reddened pucker opened and closed before her eyes. Alicia smiled. She could fuck this little slut any time she wanted! Oh yes, things were certainly going to be different around here. "Not much of a tease now are you? Tell me bitch. Tell me what you want. Do you want to be the fucker or do you want to be the fuckee?" He tried to pull her into him, but she wanted him to say it. To tell her what she wanted to hear. "Tell me." He trembled from her touch. "I-I want to . . . be the fuckee. Please," he groaned. Alicia looked at him there with his eyes closed in such a vulnerable position on the counter. She slid all the way into him with one stroke knowing that he was hers and always had been. She wondered what was going through his mind. Was he imagining it was her fucking him or someone else? It didn't really matter at all. She was there and she was the one fucking him. His ass was hers to use as she pleased. And she intended to use it tonight and any other time she wanted. Alicia dropped the knife and grabbed him by the hair. She pulled him back onto her cock. "Tell me what you want. Tell me bitch!" "Fuck me – mmmmm - ooooh God fuck me!" he moaned. "Fuck you where, whore?" She demanded, as she slapped his ass hard. The sound was shockingly loud in the tense quiet of the room. "Fuck-my-ass-ugh," Robert grunted. His body was trembling with excitement. He was coated with sweat and his skin burned as if from a fever. Alicia slapped his ass again. "Louder bitch! I didn't hear you." "Ugh-Fuck-my-ass-ahh-fuck-my-ass!" "That's it bitch. Tell the world what a slut you are." His body glistened as he squirmed from the pleasure of her wet cock thrusting against his throbbing prostate. His leg knocked a cup down on the floor. It wasn't going to be long now. She grabbed his swollen cock and pumped it. "You're cumming bitch, I can feel it. You better scream for me whore. Scream out loud!" "I'm cumming!!!" he cried in a long soul-piercing wail. She jerked his cock as he spurted, covering his face and the counter with his sweet offering. After he came down from his climax, she gently pulled out of him. "You were the best fuck ever, you little tease." Alicia placed her semen coated fingers at his mouth, commanding him to taste – feeling deliciously filthy as she watched his tongue snake out to lick his own cream. "When you get cleaned up, come upstairs. There are going to be some changes around here, darling." With that, Alicia left the room. Robert slowly straightened up from the kitchen counter. He could still feel his prostate twitching and the soft throbs from his now deflated penis. With a shock of horror he noticed a small gap in the kitchen curtains. He could see his cum stained face reflected back at him. He snatched the curtains shut and left the room. God, he hoped no one had witnessed the scene that had just taken place. He didn’t go to bed immediately. His thoughts were a writhing jumble. What had just happened? How had it happened? What did it mean? He thought of his soft, silky wife waiting for him in their bed and his cock began to stir again. But even that didn’t soothe his thoughts. Had he enjoyed what his wife had done to him? God, yes!! But, how had she known that was his most secret desire? The only time they had ever discussed it he thought she had taken him at his word that he wanted no part of it. He loved his wife very much. But, sometimes the way she honed in on his deepest emotions almost frightened him. It was as though she sometimes knew him better than he knew himself. Robert stepped into the shower to get cleaned up. He enjoyed the strong warm splashes from the showerhead firmly caressing his flesh. He turned around and spread his asscheeks under the vibrating spray feeling the steady cascade of water pulsate against his violated anus. That sent another surge of excitement through him. Yes, he had definitely loved being fucked in the ass by his beautiful wife and he knew they would eventually experience it again. But, even though he was overwhelmed by his submissive desires, something in him wanted to assert his masculinity in the most primal way. He shut off the shower and stepped out onto the mat. He looked at himself in the mirror as he toweled his muscular body. His blue eyes stared back at him with a dazed expression. He had seen a part of himself that he had never fully dared to acknowledge. The images of what he must have looked like with his hard white body squirming and bucking back onto the thick, black artificial dick ignited his senses. His sensuous, knowing wife had pushed him over the threshold of mental resistance to a place of pure sensation and completely debauched abandon. As he entered their bedroom he made up his mind to return the favor. He had the elemental urge to be deep inside her warm, tight pussy violating her body and soul in return. He had fantasized about being totally dominated by his wife. But he didn’t know if he was quite ready to take those final steps. He worshipped her and had secretly wished she would become his Mistress and train him like a proper little puppy. But, he didn’t know if his masculinity could handle what might be in store. He decided it was best to return the proper balance to their relationship as quickly as possible. She was his heart, his very breath, his woman and he would stamp his mastery on her sweet body tonight. Alicia lay on her back. Robert had taken so long to come to bed that she had drifted softly into a world of dream images. Seeing her thus, her beautiful chocolate form naked, spread and utterly vulnerable, Robert felt a strong surge of protectiveness squeeze his heart. Feelings of submission washed over him in waves. Instead of falling on her in the frenzy of almost brutal thrusting he had envisioned, he chose instead to lay his head in the soft juncture of her juicy thighs. His strong corded arms wrapped around her waist as he slowly rubbed his face against her beautiful cunt. This magical place held him absolutely enthralled as its endless mysteries beckoned to him. He inhaled her delicious fragrance as she slowly came awake and he felt her fingers combing gently through his blond curls. For a long moment they lay in silence. Enjoying each other’s nearness and not wanting to break the spell by speaking. Then she heard his voice, soft but strong in the darkness. “Alicia, how did you know?” She answered him silently by drawing one of his hands up to her face and pressing a delicate kiss into his palm. He felt the sensation in his heart. He continued, “ I have never known anyone like you. It’s like you sometimes get inside my mind so completely that it frightens me.” She felt the breath from his warm words stirring the curls on her pussy mound. But the vulnerable uncertainty of his words touched her soul. “Oh, baby,” she said softly, holding his head at her crotch and slowly grinding into his face. “I love you, Robert. There is nothing you should ever fear to share with me. I am your wife and I accept you fully as my husband. Everything that happens between us is beautiful to me. But, as I said in the kitchen, things are going to be different from now on, sweetie. I am taking us to the next level. Tonight I reversed our roles and that change is going to be permanent.” He buried his face deeper in her pussy, groaning with unnamed emotion as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. “Oh, Alicia I have never desired any woman the way I want you. I want to do anything that pleases you.” Her soft voice floated down to caress his ears, “Good boy. Now lick me.” He attacked her succulent flesh with greedy abandon. Moaning as he felt her control seize every part of him. All thoughts of mastering her were forever purged from his mind. He knew this is where he belonged. Slaving like a good little puppy between the beautiful thighs of his heavenly Black Goddess. “That’s right, you wonderful cunt eating little darling,” she cried as she arched deeper into his sucking mouth. Her hands gripped his hair as she forcefully fucked his face taking her pleasure selfishly and reveling in the bliss of his tongue in her pussy. “From now on you will do whatever I want little pup pup, no questions asked.” “Yes, Mistress,” he breathed. He couldn’t believe the incredible pleasure he experienced with those two little words he had wanted to utter to her for so long! He fed from her delicious source and began to understand the true meaning of home. He had found it here and he was a slave to the feelings his beautiful Queen awakened in him. He was a slave. A slave. HER slave. Breaking Him In I stepped off the train at Union Train Station in Los Angeles wondering if I should feel guilty, or proud, or if I should tell her at all. After all, Naomi has always told me she wanted to watch me get fucked by a complete stranger. But...would it make her jealous that I fucked a cute girl about the same age as me in the bathroom of the train to Los Angeles? "I'm so happy to see you baby!" I smiled pleasantly and picked up Naomi and planted a deep kiss, sucking on her tongue and biting her lip. "I have a surprise for you" she said with a sly grin on her face; I was hoping that she had finally convinced her sexy, dance teacher roommate to join us in our sexual adventures. "Did you shave this morning?" she asked raising her eyebrow. "No honey, I shaved right before I left" I replied smiling - knowing that she loved me to fuck her while my entire body was shaved clean like a baby. As we walked into Naomi's appartment I was abit dissapointed. Her roommate was not there, her things were packed, she seemed to have gone out of town. "So, if I'm not getting that threesome, then what is the surprise?" I thought to myself as Naomi walked into the room smiling wickedly and carrying a metal rod with shackles on it, a pair of genuine handcuffs, seven steel rings of different sizes, a leather paddle, a leather bull whip, and an 9 inch long metal rod that was half an inch in diamter, a dog collar with a leash, an o-ring gag, two 5 lb weights, and a box of surgical steel needles along with a box of paraffin. "So it looks like we have moved past the tie me up to the bed and rub warm oil over my cock and balls, place a rubber cock ring on me and ride me til her legs give out kinky sex status" I thought to myself smiling. "Off with your clothes slut! And make it quick!" I stumbled and froze in shock as she had never addressed me in such a manner before. I quickly removed my clothes as the bullwhip struck my chest cutting my dress shirt and leaving a welt across my sore pectorials. "On your knees bitch!" she ordered as she swung the bullwhip once more upon my chest leaving another welt despite the fact that I was already on my knees. She wasted no time in fastening my ankles to the spreader bar, fastening my hands behind my back with the cuffs, placing and tightening the collar and leash around my neck, and slapping me harshly across the face busting my lip open. "You will do as I say and when I say it you whore!" another slap echoed accross my face. "If you dissappoint me you will receive five hard lashings with the bullwhip. Understand dog?" "Yes ma'am!" "You will address me as Mistress Naomi you dogslave!" she responded as another slap sent my head spinning. She pulled off her cargo pants revealing her strong athletic legs, her small, soft and perfectly manicured feet, her tight, round, perky, and muscular ass, and her soft, brown, juicy temple covered and protected by a thick, black, clean and shiny bush of pubic hair. Naomi took my leash into her hand and walked behind me with the leather paddle. "Crawl slut! On all fours like the dogslave that you are. Crawl!" I started crawling on all fours while she kept me tight on her leash and start brutalizing my ass cheeks with the leather and wood paddle. My ass got redder and redder and stung to a painfull pitch as she spanked me unrelentlessly. "Mercy! Mercy! Please Baby! I'm Begging You! Mercy!" I cried out. "You just bought yourself 5 lashes you disobedient bitch!" she replied. "No...No..Please Mistress....It Hurts...I Can't Take It...Mistress...Please!" I whimpered. Once the turret of paddling ceased, I collapsed onto my belly. I crawled to her and began licking her feet and nibbling on her toes. I sucked her toes into my mouth and suckled and kissed her soft and beautifull feet much to her delight as she was letting out soft moans and began fucking my mouth with her feet. I moved up to her calves and lubricated them with my saliva and left teeth marks on her muscular calves. I crawled even more forward and boldly began to kiss her strong, athletic thighs. I was encourage by her deep, grunting moans and the heat and musk escaping her delicious cunt. "Again slave!" she demanded as she shoved her toes into my mouth. My head bobbed up and down and saliva dripped onto the floor as I ravenously sucked and slurped and bit onto her toes. She fucked my mouth with her luscious feet so hard that my jaw was sore. "You have 15 lashings in store. If you fuck this up I'll double them. Understand Bitch!" she stated. "Yes Mistress Naomi" I replied subserviently. "Now you are learning slut." she replied conceitedly. Naomi tugged on the leash and pulled me to my knees. My hands were numb from the cuffs and my shoulders were in pain. She placed her dripping wet slit above my face. I eagerly opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. She lowered herself until the tip of my tongue was barely touching her clit. The musk from her cunt was intoxicating and made my cock ooze with precum. I opened my mouth even more and forced my tongue out more and pressed her clit softly. She let out a moan and then pulled apart her soft lips revealing her wet juicy pussy. My cock was aching, my balls were twitching. "If you spill one drop - I double the lashings!" she stated as a thick, powerful river of warm, salty, and strongly scented urine poured out of her temple and into my wide open mouth. My first reaction was to gag. Then I wanted to spit it out. But her warning echoed in my ears so I drank it all down. I had drank a quart of her hott piss and licked my lips and corners of my mouth - hoping that I didn't spill a drop. "Good Bitch! Good Bitch!" Naomi exclaimed laughing as she threw me with my back onto the floor. She securely fastened my leash to the foot of the bed. My hands were uncomfortably squished by my body as I lay with my back ontop of them. Naomi left the room and came back with the long metal rod that was about 1/2 inches in diameter and pulled out the bottle of lube. After applying a thick coat of lube onto it she placed it upon the head of my throbbing cock. My heart stopped and my skin froze. My eyes opened wide with terror and my breathing halted. "Time to torture my dogslave. I want you to scream to your hearts content slut." she laughed as I began to shake and convulse trying to get out of my bonds. I began screaming and begging and she sat there laughing and teasing my cock head with the painfull torture to come. "What's my name bitch!" she demanded. "Mistress Naomi Ma'am .... arrrgg ... ayyeeye ... owww!" I screamed as she forcefully rammed the metal rod down my cock. I could feel it stretching and tearing my cock in half. "Louder Bitch!" Naomi yelled as she fucked my cock with the 1/2 inch thick metal rod. Finally, she hit rock bottom and impaled my cock with the metal shaft. Naomi then placed a metal ring at the base of my cock head, another at the base of my cock and balls, the third just after my ballsack on the swollen and painfull shaft, and the last four between my shaft and my balls - stretching them and pulling them painfully downward. She then hung each of the 5 lb weights from each of my sore and tortured balls. "Now it is time for your lashings." Naomi stated conclusively and satisfied with the result of her work thus far. As each of the 15 lashes hit my chest my entire body jumped in the air causing extreme pain to my crotch and genitals. After she was done I could feel blood dripping along the side of my ribs and down my shaft and dripping off my balls. "Now the fun part begins" Naomi said with a nefarious grin spread accross her face. She pulled out one needle from the box and plunged it into my cock head sending me into shrill screams and pleas for mercy. As she inserted needle after needle in me my body and mind began to change. The pain was no longer unbearable. It was simply flowing through me. It hurt even more than before but it flowed into me where she inflicted it and flowed right out of my body once it had shot through every one of my veins - leaving my being free of pain, ready for the next shock; and the next needle did come so did the one after that and so on. When she was done she let me rest. I must have slept for three or four hours. When I woke up, I found myself free of my bonds, and my body had been cleaned, and my dick was wrapped up in cotton sheaths. Not that I really needed it wrapped up. Sure it hurt like hell but it would have gotten better now that I was out of bonds. "You don't think we are done do you?" Naomi said to me. "Stand up and bend over that table." She said gigling. "You wanted to fuck me in the ass and I told you no. Well now I'm gonna fuck your virgin ass and you will love it and beg me to fuck you harder and deeper. Understand?" "Yes Mistress Naomi" I replied with no desire to ever question her or to doubt her again. As I bent over the table she inserted a plastic tube into my ass. "Oooh, aahhhaaahhh." I gasped as a hot soapy liquid filled my ass. "Hold it in. Good boy." She said to me and then sat down and waited for what seemed like forever. "Go to the toilet and relieve yourself." She ordered. When I came back she inserted yet another platic tube up my ass. "Rinsing time." She said as I felt icy cold distilled water fill my ass even more than the soapy liquid had before. Again, we waited, I waited. And then I relieved myself. When I came back, my eyes fell upon Naomi, this beautiful, athletic young woman, with a thick thick 8 inch strap on. The harness was a black leather thong. And the dildo was a see thru purple dong that was 8 inches long and an enormous 3 inches thick. "You ready to loose your virginity slut?" she smiled wickedly. "Mistress, may I...Mistress Naomi....may I please have another one...this one is scaring me." I asked politely. "Another one? I can do that. Sure, You pick which one you want. Open that door." She said calmly. Fear gripped me as I opened the cabinet door. Inside, was a green glass dildo the same size as her jelly strap-on, a black rubber dong about 10 inches long and 2.5 inches thick, another black rubber dong about 12 inches long and 2.25 inches thick, a pink jelly dong about 9 inches long and 3 inches thick, a 7 inch studded dildo about 2.5 inches thick, and a monster 7 inch long 4 inch thick multicolored glass dildo. "Any day now slut. Pick your impaler." She said as she slapped my sore ass and pinched my thighs. "Mistress, can I have the skinniest one?" I asked. "The one that is the longest *gulp* but the skinniest. May I have that one instead." "Only if you beg like the nasty whore that you are." She said crossing her arms. I got to my knees and begged her to take my virgin ass with a 12 inch long, 2.25 inch thick dildo. When I was finished she laughed and said. "Silly boy, it doesn't matter which one you pick, i'm gonna fuck you with all of them anyways." With that, she grabbed me, threw me over a table, fastened my ankles to the feet of the table and cuffed my wrists behind my back. She strapped on the 2.25 inch thick dildo, lubed it up, and began sliding it up my ass. It burned, and stung like hell up until it hit rock bottom. Or what felt like rock bottom. Then I felt like something was slowly tearing my guts out from the inside as she forced the dildo past my prostate. Once all 12 inches of the flexible dildo was up my virgin ass and my face was stained with tears, she grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me towards her, causing the dong to move inside me and me to scream. She fucked my ass with the 12 inch dildo for half an hour. All the way out, all the way in. She fucked me senseles, I found myself bucking against the monster and cumming all into her hand and licking it clean. She then pulled out the 12 incher and strapped on the 10 dildo and fucked me for about half hour with that. Then the 8 inch jelly dong was used to bring me to orgasm. "Now on to the big boys." She said while slapping my ass. She strapped on the 9 inch long, 3 inch thick dildo and with one swift stroke impaled me on it sending silent screams out of my mouth along with guttural grunts of pain. "How does that feel slut?" she asked as she began spanking my ass and reaming me with the monster. "Tell me, how does your ass feel getting fucked out by this big fucking dildo?" she ordered me to answer. To my shame and humiliation I was bucking against it and trying to somehow reach my cock to masturbate. "If feels good Mistress Naomi" I replied crying with shame. "It feels damn good, fuck my slutty ass, stuff me good and hard Mistress" I cried out relinquishing all inhibitions and impaling myself on the 9 inch shaft strapped on to this gorgeous Domme. After she allowed me to cum all over my thighs and on the floor she pulled out of me and said. "Rest for abit. Then there is the last dildo you have to take care of." she informed me as she went and sat down to rest. As she relaxed my mind was filled with a thousand thoughts. The 4 inch thick glass dildo will surely tear my ass. But the 3 inch felt incredibly amazing. However, 4 inches is a big leap, and if she is as rough with it as with the 3 inch, i'm gonna die. All these thoughts and fears came into my head. And I was wishing I had never come up to see her this particular weekend. "It is time." she spoked soberly. She strapped on the 7 inch long, 4 inch thick dildo and lubricated it copiously. Mistress Naomi placed the head of the dildo at the entrance of my raveged ass and pushed it in about an inch of the way. "Relax baby." She spoke softly, gently caressing my hair. "How does that feel?" She asked while pushing the dildo ever so slowly into me. "It feels. I am sore. But it feels good Mistress Naomi." I replied as my dick hardned. Naomi was pushing the dildo ever so slightly, half an inch, then half an inch more, than half an inch out, and so on so forth. "It is stretching me out alot, it is beginning to hurt Mistress Naomi." I said as it got to about 5 inches inside me. She reached under and began stroking my hard cock and caressing my balls. "You know I love your big 8.5 long dick. It is nice and thick, 2.5 inches in diameter, and it stretches me out just right. I really like your cock. How do you like mine?" she asked giggling as my precum leaked onto her fingers. "You like my dick love? Are you happy with my fat cock you stud?" She asked me slapping my ass and shoving her fingers into my mouth. I licked them clean of my juices and she rammed the last two inches into me without mercy. Despite the shrill pain I screamed "Yes Mistress Naomi. I love your wonderful cock. Fuck me Mistress!" I said to her and began begging her as she spanked me while fucking me with the monster cock. She was considerably gentle with me, only halfway out and back in. But it still hurt. None-the-less, I came like the nasty fuck toy that I am and she kept on fucking me. "I'm gonna fuck you with my big cock until you pass out. You like that fat fucking prick don't you bitch?" She asked me rhetorically while pushing the strap-on deeper into me. After I came about 3 times, she pulled out of me, exhausted, and lay down on the couch. "Eat me out, make me cum all over your naughty face." She ordered. I followed my Mistresses orders and ate her juicy cunt to my hearts content. I love eating her pussy. I love it when she grinds into my face and I love the taste of her love juices. I sucked her slit with passion and fervor until she came and came all over my face. "Mmmm, good dog, now slurp my pussy clean, mmm, yeah, good fuck puppy." She said between gasps of pleasure. "I'm too tired from fucking you. Its hard being a guy. Damn, I can't feel my legs. You guys have it tough huh?" she said smiling. "We get used to it after the first few times Mistress." I replied kissing her stomach and caressing her thighs. "Put that big sore dick of yours to use slave." She ordered as she grabbed my shaft and pulled me into her eager pussy. "Yes-yes-oooh-yeaah Mistress N-naomi" I replied gasping as my oversensitive cock was being squeezed and pulled into her dripping wet heaven. "Oh god Mistress, you feel so good, thank you for letting me inside you, thank you Mistress." I said inbetween my eager breaths as I pumped my proud manhood into my Mistress starving cunt. "Yeah fuck me. Fuck me hard you dirty boy. Ram your fat cock deep in me. Yeah just like that, fuck me harder bad boy!" Naomi screamed as she came and convulsed all over my pumping cock. "M-mistress Naomi, may I cum? Please I need to cum." I asked her beggingly. Her reply was to reach behind her pillow and pull out a leather cock ring which she fastened behind my balls. "No you lazy mut! You had enough time to get used to it. Keep on fucking me and don't you dare stop! Understood bitch?" she asked with a teasing grin on her face while pinching my ass. "Oh no, never Mistress, I would not stop for the world, I just wanted to cum that's all." I replied as I kept on stuffing her heavenly temple. She pulled me to her and planted a deep kiss, sucking on my tongue. "Good boy." she said and started caressing my hair as she rolled her eyes back and another orgasm overtook her. Breaking Him In Evelyn 'Eve' Moore bent over the engine of the nineteen sixty-six Nova, her firm, curved butt filling out the ragged cut-offs perfectly. She had a screwdriver in one hand and was engaged in the fine art of carburetor tuning when the alarm on her wristwatch went off. Eve reacted as she usually did when she heard such a sound and lifted her head up, smacking it soundly against the steel hood of the Nova. She winced in pain, pulled back from under the hood and stood up. "How's it looking, Eve?" She turned and looked at her mechanic, Carlos. "I don't know. I think I'm going to have to rebuild it from scratch. That would be the best thing to do." Carlos looked at her with an arched brow. While he was responsible for the rest of the vehicles in the household, this Nova was her current pet project. She collected classic automobiles and restored them by hand. It was her passion, an expensive hobby that someone only of her ways and means could afford. She would buy an older car, and then take it back in time, slowly re-sewing the interior, pulling dents, sanding, bondo and finishing with a brilliant paint job. Her garage was state-of-the-art with a side building dedicated as a paint booth. "I've got to get ready for tonight's show, Carlos." "Yes, ma'am." She nodded toward the open garage. "Bring the stretch over in ninety minutes." "Do you want the black, or white one tonight?" She wrinkled her lips. "Black, I'll be wearing red, I think." "When will your show be finished?" "I'm on the last show at ten forty-five, I should be ready to leave by midnight. Straight home, no stops, please." "Yes, I'll be ready for you. Back entrance as usual?" "Of course, Carlos. In and out, please." Carlos smiled, his teeth showing. He'd defiantly like some in-and-out with Eve. She left him to put tools away and went along the covered walkway toward the side entrance of her large home. She went through the kitchen, where Leon Chambers, butler, cook, and all around head-of-staff was preparing the evening meal. The rich smell of garlic, butter, and onion filled her senses as she passed. "Eve, supper will be ready in about twenty minutes." She turned and smiled, watching him slice tomatoes the knife moving at lightening speed. "What are you going to tantalize me with tonight, then?" "Ah, nothing more than a simple country salad, minestrone, pasta marinara and some garlic toast." She licked her lips, her stomach growled. "Probably just a taste now, but when I get back, I'll be ravenous." "Very good, Eve. Christopher is waiting for you upstairs." "Thank you, Leon." Entering into her bedroom, she found Christopher Shaw, make-up artist and clothier extraordinaire waiting for her. He had laid out a beautiful red sequin gown with tall high-heeled boots and long opera style gloves. She looked at the arrangement. "Dash of punk, Chris?" Christopher bubbled with glee that she noticed this detail. "Of course! Now you just shower off, and I'll get you ready for tonight's show." She nodded, and stepped into the huge private bathroom. She peeled clothing off, and enjoyed the extra-hot water as it parlayed the grease and grime of the car off her body. Twice she soaped, and rinsed, leaving her hair dry so that Christopher could style it later on. She toweled off and put on a tight g-string, the leather patch neatly covering her pubic area. Over it, she put a robe on, but did not bother to pull it tight across her large breasts. Once covered she returned to her bedroom. Her meal was on her side table waiting for her, while Christopher fussed with a corset's silken strings. "What are you going to open with?" She picked at the minestrone. "I was thinking New York, New York." "Hard hook first? Then something soft, is that your plan?" She nodded. "'Why don't you do like', or maybe 'Blue Moon', Billie Holliday style. Something soft and jazzy. Then I'll work up the tempo ladder. Maybe I'll finale with 'Bring me some water' or something a little offbeat. I have to mess with the breeders heads you know. Get them all convinced I'm a lesbian." Chris smiled. "That's you all over, you just want to fuck with everyone's little head." She grinned as she bit into toast, chewed and swallowed. "You guys all know where my heart is." "Indeed we do, Eve." His tone was sharp and somewhat condescending. "You've been teasing Carlos a great deal." "Do you think it's time to bring him into the fold?" She batted her eyes at him. "Leon made a subtle pass at him. Carlos didn't say no, but he didn't say yes, either." "Bastard." She smiled. "I wanted Carlos first." "He's still pure. I think he's holding out for you." "Let me think about this for a moment. I'd like to do it carefully." Chris held up the corset and she stepped over to him, and slipped into it. She held against the doorframe to the bedroom as he pulled the long silken laces tight and then neatly arranged them into a bow. Her already trim frame now enhanced into a perfect hourglass figure. With the corset on, she slithered into the dress and stood as Chris helped her into the boots. Eve held still for nearly twenty minutes as Chris layered different makeups and powders on her. If one were to look at her, they would swear that she wore no makeup at all. Chris believed that the best makeup should be so good that no one could ever tell you were wearing any, which it helped to bring out the natural beauty of the woman inside. Eve and he had spent many long hours developing different makeup arrangements for different kinds of shows. Chris changed the lighting in the room, from close up fluorescent to far away incandescent and then made subtle changes with the powders, flipping back and forth, knowing that her fans needed to see her at her best from any angle, in any lighting. He was an artist, and her face was his canvas. He helped her into her opera gloves, quickly styled her hair, and then lightly dressed her with some perfume. The final effect would stun the audience, before she was attractive and sexy, now she blossomed into beauty beyond measure. Carefully she walked down the stairway in the four inch high-heeled boots. Leon helped her into a faux fur coat and Carlos waited for her at the door in his impeccable chauffeur's uniform. He couldn't take his eyes off the ravishing creature that she had become, and nearly tripped over himself when he stepped back to open the door for her. She smiled cutely to him and thought to herself that yes, Carlos was defiantly ready to join her stable. The drive from Battle Ground, Washington to Portland, Oregon was about an hour even in the light traffic of nine in the evening. They passed the time by talking through the intercom, mostly about the Nova. She deliberately modulated her voice slightly lower, speaking in a breathy, sexy manner reminiscent of Lauren Bacall. "I have to say, Carlos, that getting that Nova together has been a delicate task. Thank you for all your help." "It's been my pleasure, Eve." He smiled at her through the rear view mirror. She smiled back at him, her perfectly painted lips a brilliant red. "I was thinking about acquiring a corvair next. I've never had the pleasure of working on one of those. Of course, I'll probably have to sell one of the other cars to make room for it. Perhaps the mustang." Carlos looked aghast. "The Gto?" "I was thinking more of the sixty-six. She's in excellent condition, and really needs to be displayed. We ladies do like to be driven by a firm hand. I'm sure I can find some quiet collector to take care of her needs, don't you think?" "Yes, ma'am. A lady needs a proper gentleman to take care of her." "I'm glad to see we agree." Carols navigated the limousine flawlessly through the Northeast Portland traffic, as she quickly punched out a text message to Leon and Chris. 'Guys, Carlos and I will be late. Have supper ready. Love, Eve' She smiled to herself, and then caught Carlos looking at her through the rear-view mirror. She winked at him. Carlos could feel himself becoming aroused and fought to retain some semblance of dignity. He didn't know if she was stringing him along or not, and he didn't care. Just being near Eve was enough to keep him tantalized. He had to masturbate two or three times a day, especially when he saw her fine butt bent over a car. How he longed to peel those cutoffs down to her ankles and lick at her sweetness right there in the garage. Then of course, Leon had to hit on him. Carlos didn't say anything, but now that he knew Leon was queer, he could use him as a sexual outlet. Maybe even a little blackmail. That would be the ticket, you go down on me, or I'll tell the boss you're a little faggot. Yes. Good plan. He pulled in front of the Club Darcelle and quickly went around to the back of the vehicle. Carefully he eased her out of the car and she walked through the front entrance, as people took pictures. He smiled at them, and pulled the limo off into a side lot. While he had never actually seen her show, he knew she was a local starlet, and that was good enough for him. She was ushered into her dressing room after signing some eight-by-ten glossies for some fans, and she teased her hair just a bit. A runner came by to check on her, and brought her some iced tea in a scotch glass. This she'd carry on stage and pretend to be slightly drunk while doing her monologue. Finally, the knock came on the door. "Three minutes, Miss Moore." "Thank you." She stood, hung the fur up on the wooden coat stand, and then slipped out onto the landing. A huge, huskily voiced drag queen stood on the stage, wearing make up that looked like it had been applied with a spackle knife. The Queen batted her eyes, and the audience groaned as she told an incredibly bad joke. "Well enough of the funny stuff, boys and girls, kings and queens, and everyone in between. Now I present to you a true star of Portland, Miss Eva Moore!" The spotlight made every sequin on her dress light up like the forth of July and her sultry airplane walk did everything to convey all the right images. She kissed the old queen on each cheek and took the microphone in one hand. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. It's been my privilege to sing for you these last few weeks, and I'm very pleased that you'll allow me my last performance here tonight. I'm due for a run in Las Vegas, so be sure to catch me there." The crowd responded with thunderous applause as the music keyed up. Evelyn Moore then did the thing she liked to do better than anything else. She sang. Her voice, professionally trained from youth, belted out show tunes at an incredible volume, barely needing the microphone. She had perfect pitch, and a range that spanned octaves. She treated her voice like a finely oiled machine, and kept very good care of it. Every note she sang was clear, and resonated in the old converted theater. She sang the routine that she had talked with Chris about, and the audience was enthralled. It was as if everyone was around a campfire and having a good time. This, to her, was the heart of entertainment, giving people a good time. About a third of so into the way of her set, she walked out into the audience and started softly singing to each table, a personal touch that the old queen had taught her. She had learned from the venue that to connect with the audience, she had to become them. She softly laid kisses on cheeks of both the men and the ladies, and even a few queens that had come to reside in the crowd. When the song ended, she launched right into another one, and when she saw someone singing along, would sing with them in duet, carrying their voice when it was weak, and letting the other person sing more if it was strong. One woman in particular had an excellent voice, and she let her solo through a few bars, drawing a large round of applause. Back on stage, she had the lights dimmed and sang in the blue spotlight, winding up the routine with her sad, starry-eyed rendition of, "I feel blue". The crowd was hushed as she drug out every single note, crooning in the manner of Sinatra. Now that she had their complete attention, the low, throaty songs came easily, picking up the tempo with, "Fever" in the style of Peggy Lee. She strutted across the stage, backed by an acoustic guitar rendering of, "Moondance" and then closed with, "Bring me some water". She was tired, and despite all her years of training, her voice was becoming tired as well. The audience called for an encore, and she responded with a favorite folk song of hers, "Kisses sweeter than wine" sung in a low, bluesy format. It drove the crowd crazy. She blew kisses at them, and headed back to her dressing room. Waiting for her were a few bouquets of roses and a tall iced tea that she drank immediately. She was sweating and her makeup was in danger of running. She had only the one show tonight, and was very grateful for it. It was eleven thirty, and she smiled. Just enough time to seduce Carlos, and then get home for the main attraction. She flicked open her cell phone and dialed. "Carlos. I've had a wardrobe malfunction. I need you, now." Nine minutes later, he tapped on the door. She was slumped to one side leaning against her makeup table, sitting on her backless stool in front of it. She stretched one leg out. "I fell in these damn heels. I need some help getting out of the corset, as its misaligned now." Her words were firm, and demanding. He went to her trying to figure out what to do, and she wiggled her foot. "Get me out of these things first, then the corset." His hands were gentle, treating her as if she were a child. He unzipped the side and slowly eased her feet out of them, gently laying them down. He rubbed her ankles softly and stole a look up her dress when he thought she wasn't looking. "God that feels good, Carlos. I should send you to massage school." Carlos smiled and she stood up and turned her back toward her, and pulled her hair away, leaning her neck forward so the zipper would stand out. His fingers trembling, he pulled gently at the silken material, the fabric parting with ease. The zipper just stopped to her mid back, revealing the corsets' neatly tied bow. "Okay now I need you to undo that bow, and loosen all the laces." She could feel Carlos's hot breath on her back and the nape of her neck as his fingers worked at the silk strips, the steel busk of the corset parting gently, letting her breasts breathe. "Oh that's much better, Carlos. You're a lifesaver." She looked in the mirror through and saw the bulge in his pants as he stood away from her, trying not to press into her. She licked her lips, giving them sheen. "Anytime, Eve, any time." As she sat back down, the corset reacted, coming loose in the front, as she had planned. She slipped off the Opera gloves by plucking each finger of them, pretending to be oblivious to both him and the fact that she was nearly topless. She pulled at each shoulder and slipped her arm through, then pulled the corset itself off, letting her huge breasts jiggle. Carlos gasped. Softly she rubbed at them; the harsh red lines of the corset had made their mark, although that would fade in time. She looked up from her stool and smiled at him coyly. "Do you like what you see, Carlos?" "Yes Eve" He swallowed. "That's good. I've been watching you in our gym from time to time. I like a good strong man, especially a mechanic. Tell me, Carlos, is your tool in good condition?" Softly she petted the bulge in his slacks. He opened his mouth to speak and she opened up the zipper of his pants. She could feel the thickness of his cock through the flimsy material of his black boxers and her sculpted nails drew it forth. "I see that it is. Old school, no less." With her hand, she softly stroked him, his uncut foreskin looking at her straight in the eye. She leaned forward and softly ran the flat of her tongue against the head of his cock, drawing a thin line of preseminal fluid from him. Carlos groaned. Her lips reached forward, and took the full head in, sucking as now both her hands wrapped around his member, slowly moving it farther into her mouth. "Oh, Eve." His voice was low and guttural. She a made long, slobbering, slurping noise, sucking four inches toward her throat, her head moving forward. Her tongue rolled the underside, flickering. Carlos moaned again, his hips moving of their own accord, fucking her mouth. She got into it, moving her head back and forth, teasing his cock, jacking the base of it in time with the movement of her mouth. Her lips continued to make noisy sounds, which turned him on even farther. She felt his hand on her hair, and she knew he was close. She pulled her mouth off him, pulled his scrotum out of the boxers, and ran her tongue down his shaft over his large, swollen balls. Her hand slowly moved the foreskin up and down his cockhead as she sucked on each of he velvety sacks and then came up, again. This time, she gobbled nearly all of his cock in to her throat, sucking hungrily on it, moving her face in time with his hips. One of her hands still fiddled with his balls, the other stroked his meat into her mouth. She felt the twitch, and spasm of his ejaculation and then the spray of hot semen as it fired into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, trying desperately to not get any semen on the dress. What spilled from her lips she caught in her fingers, and once he pulled his now-limp phallus from her mouth, she licked them clean, looking her straight in the eye. "This, Carlos, is what we call a fringe benefit. There's plenty more where that came from, but you have to learn to share." Carlos was pouring down sweat after receiving one of the best blowjobs of his life. He gasped at her. "Share?" "You'll need to learn to share with Leon and Chris. Tonight, you can all have me." She smiled. His eyes grew wide. "At once. I want you all, at once. It's so much better to share, Carlos. You'll understand when we get home." He smiled at her with his big teeth, and stuffed his schlong back in his drawers. "Yes ma'am. The Limo is waiting." Quickly, she peeled the rest of the dress off, and put on a short skirt, and top that she kept her dressing room. She was on fire, and wanted all three of her suitors to please her tonight. Carlos re-wrapped her in the faux mink, and eased her, still barefoot, into the car. She put up the partition to the limo and left him to stew as she drove. Carlos's heart was pounding like a jackhammer, he never before, in his wildest fantasies had imagined that she was such a cocksucker. What was this business with Leon and Chris? So Leon was bi, was that it? Perhaps he had been doing her all the time. He was surprised that Chris was straight, though. He was such a little queen always playing in the makeup and puttering around at that sewing machine. Still, it could be an incredible night, if he played his cards right. The thought of slipping his cock between her thighs made him hard again, and he rubbed at the tip of it, nearly making himself cum. Better keep to keep calm, and see what other surprises she had for him, he thought. He drove as fast as he could, pushing the limo for all it was worth. He couldn't see her through the smoky glass, but hoped she was frigging herself silly, getting herself all good and primed for the fucking he wanted to give her. He pulled the limo around front, and played it cool, getting out and opening the back door for her. "Thank you, Carlos. I believe Leon has supper for us. Let's not keep him waiting." Carlos was all smiles. "Yes ma'am." When she entered, Leon and Chris were waiting for her. Both men were wearing their normal, casual clothing, and when they heard the Limo pull away she spoke to them. Breaking Him In "He fires a great load, boys." Leon and Chris looked at her with smug looks, and went to meet Carlos in the kitchen where dinner was on the table. Carlos came in the side door to the appetizing scent of the hot pasta, the fresh garlic-laden baked goods and crisp garden salad. He ate with gusto, as she recounted the show to Leon and Chris. "So we'll have to get our usual house-sitter while I'm in Vegas." Leon looked at her. "Probably James?" She nodded. "Most likely. We'll be gone for six months, two shows a night, six days a week. It'll make us a ton of money, and I'll be able to buy lots more cars to play with. Should keep us in cash for ages." Chris nodded. "I think I'll probably start pursuing some gallery work after that." Eve gestured. "We'll have plenty of money. You can spend a lot more time painting things other than my face. Leon, you'll be able to get back on stage as well. Carlos and I can be tinkering on cars all the time, and if I can just make the odd Portland public appearance, our lives can be taking shape." Carlos listened to all this curiously. He had never known an employer to be so concerned with the personal needs and goals of her employees. She had found him, literally on the side of her road when his car had broken down. She showed him a quick mechanic's trick that got him back on the road and brought him back to the house. He had impressed her with his knowledge of older automobiles, and she invited him back. Over a month or so, she realized that he was very skilled and an excellent driver. Once he was laid off as a cab driver, she hired him as her chauffer. "Carlos, we have to talk. I'm sure you've figured out by now, that we're a family. You've been with me for five months now, and I want you to join that family, on all levels." She had been watching his face, and saw the contemplative look. Chris reached out to Carlos. "Carlos, Eve and I met in high school; we were part of the art crowd. We hit it off pretty well. We met Leon when we went to college, and things clicked." Leon followed up. "You're the only one that can really talk cars with Eve. You talk to her on levels that we're not able to. For that, both Chris and I are greatful." Eve blushed slightly. They were finished with dinner now, and Leon poured them out stiff drinks. Carlos softly sipped at his glass of Ceurvo Gold. Eve sipped single malt scotch, Leon whisky and Chris drank a martini. "Carlos, we've made a family here. Leon and Chris and I, we would like you to join that family. It's not just about sex, Carlos. It's about people coming together to form a union, a bond. You said yourself to me just the other day, that you don't talk to much anyone else." "That's true." Carlos admitted. "You all have become family to me. I'm not sure about being intimate with another man though. I admit that I've always thought you were hot, Eve. You make my blood boil." "Would you like to lick me, Carlos?" Her eyes locked onto him, she licked her lips. Carlos nodded. She walked over to the large cough and sat on it, her legs spread apart slightly. He saw the barest image of her g-string as she sat down. He looked at Leon, then at Chris. Chris smiled, Leon gave him the thumbs up. Carlos stood, walked over to her and knelt down in front of her. "Carlos, when you do this thing, you'll be entering into a broad world. A world of pleasure, one that I don't think you've experienced before. A world of acceptance, and tolerance, and of unconditional love. Just don't be surprised at what you find." She undid the skirt and parted her legs further, wearing only the g-string. His hands reached up to the neatly tied bow on each up. She paused him for just a moment. "Just don't be surprised if things aren't quite what they appear to be." She warned. Carlos undid the bows and her g-string moved of it's own accord. His eyes grew wide and then, with trembling fingers he moved the tiny patch of cloth. He saw her small cock. His mouth formed into a letter 'o' and then he looked up at her. "I'm a transsexual, Carlos. I can't have the surgery because of a heart murmur; the odds are very high that I would die on the table." Softly her cock began to stiffen. Carlos's lips trembled. Her cock was as small as a child's no doubt due to the volume of hormones that she had to take to get her perfect breasts. He saw Leon and Chris out of the corner of his eyes. He could see the bulges in their pants. Carlos licked his lips and made a choice. Softly, he took the tip of her cocklet into his mouth. It was sweet and musky all at once, still having the scent of her perfume and a touch of her sweat from the show. It swelled in his mouth and easily came to it's full size, just over four inches. It was smooth, and had not a single hair. When he felt her hands on his head, softly stroking his hair, he knew inside that a part of him was changing, a good part. It was scary, and he tried not to think about it too much. "I told you guys he was a good choice." Eve's hips slowly moved back and forth just as his did to her not a couple of hours earlier. Softly she fucked his mouth, not going very deep. His hands began to explore her soft, gentle scrotum and she moaned. He saw her eyes look up and then watched as Leon and Chris stepped onto the couch. Each one of them had their dicks out and she took one in each hand. "Thanks guys, you know I was thirsty." Softly, she stroked each cock up to her lips trying to draw each head into her mouth. Carlos watched, now feeling fairly comfortable sucking her small cock as she licked at each penis, flickering loudly, making obscene noises. She scooted her ass down farther and Carlos bobbed his head up and down. Leon and Chris completely undressed her as they both attempted to hump her mouth. Eve's body writhed in pleasure, and with three men stimulating her simultaneously, her pleasure came early, and she only gave Carlos the barest of warnings before she shot a thin stream of seamen into his mouth. Carlos was surprised at himself as he swallowed and did not find the tasted wanting. He pulled his face off her penis and gasped for air, swallowing again, looking at her. Eve's face dripped with preseminal fluid, her tongue moving so fast between Chris and Leon's cocks that it couldn't be seen. Leon pulled away and then Chris did, helping her get into a doggy style position. Chris resumed fucking her mouth with his thin, long cock while Leon beckoned Carlos. "Why don't you get rid of those pants, Carlos? I've got a nice warm butt here for your cock to get acquainted with." Carlos smiled. He'd never fucked an ass before, but he sure wanted to try it. Leon pulled out a small bottle of lubricant from his pocket and poured some in his hand. The second Carlos dropped his boxers, Leon grabbed for Carlos' thick uncut meat. Carlos had never felt a man touch him before, but it felt great, almost as if he were touching himself. With one hand, Leon stroked Carlos, and with the other hand, drizzled the lubricant on her ass, giving it a smack. Eve was in pure pleasure, with Chris's long dick sliding in and out of her mouth, and Leon diddling her ass. Even though her own cock had just fired, she could feel herself stiffening again. She didn't expect Carlos to swallow her load as he had, and with this impending fucking she knew that she would be easily able to cum two or three times more. She felt Leon's fingers slip into her butt and stretch her out. Carlos' cock was thick and she needed all the help she could get. Leon moved out of the way and let Carlos onto the couch. He placed the thickness of his cockhead against the tip of her asshole, and Leon pulled her asscheeks apart, letting the pucker of her tight hole stretch out. Carlos pressed in, feeling the incredibly tight grip and clench of her wonderful ass and he grabbed her hips and mounted her bodily sliding six inches of his tool with a single stroke, causing Eve to shudder with pleasure. Satisfied, Leon walked over behind Chris and kissed him on the Ear. Carlos had a good view of watching the two of them liplock and wondered for a moment what that would be like to kiss another man. Chris pulled out of Eve's mouth, his cock covered in saliva and preseminal fluid. It gave her a moment to adjust to Carlos's thickness in her body. She moaned and grunted. "Damn that cock's good. I can't wait for you guys to feel it. I won't be able to sit right for a week." Leon stuffed his cock into her open mouth. "Oh shut up and suck me." Eve smiled and gobbled down his seven inches like a starved man, deep throating him. Chris moved over and took the bottle of lube Leon had left near Carlos. He lubed himself up, and gave Carlos a wink. Carlos got a bit scared that he was going to try to fuck him and knew he wasn't ready for it, but once Chris got his cock nice and slick he returned to Leon and slapped him on the ass. "Guess what, bitch. You're mine." Leon kissed him on the lips. "Fuck you, you little cocksucker." "No, that was last night. Tonight you're mine." Carlos watched with wide eyes as Chris slipped his cock into Leon's ass, his face full of pleasure. He was coming near the edge and said so. Eve wiggled her butt to encourage him, clenching her ass in time to his dick moving in and out of her. She had one hand on her diminutive penis, stroking it lightly, not wanting to cum again so quickly. Carlos had no such qualms and fucked her ass madly, his hands pinching into her hips. He roared and groaned and she felt the hot load of his semen fill her ass, dripping down past her perianal area and off her scrotum. Chris bit into Leon's throat. "That's it, Carlos. Fuck your bitch. Just like I'm fucking mine!" Leon pumped into her throat, and just as Eve shot a load all over the couch, he fired a thick stream of cum into her mouth, causing her to gag. She pulled away and long dripping gobs of white thickness sprayed onto her face. Eve put her mouth back on his cock and milked it with her hand. Chris's face was pouring down with sweat and he humped into Leon's butt hard, grinding into his ass with a passion. Eve and Carlos had moved back away, and were kissing on the couch. She bent Leon down to lick the cum off her face and Carlos could see Chris's dick slipping in and out of the other man's ass. Chris had peeled his shirt off sometime during the escapade and he could see the ripple of his abdomen as all of his musculature worked to fill Leon's butt. Leon's mouth was open wide, and Eve leaned over and stuffed one of her nipples into his mouth, stroking his hair in a loving manner. Carlos watched the group of them fuck together as a unit and realized the honor that they had given him by letting him join their group. He didn't think he was ready for an assfucking quite yet, but he could get used to the idea. He watched Chris pump Leon mercilessly, his balls slapping into Leon's ass. With a short grunt, Chris fired his load into Leon's butt, his face and upper body dripping with sweat. Chris wiped his forehead with the back of his wrist and pulled out, his penis still dripping semen. The four of them sat on the couch. There was a silence as they rested. Eve turned to Carlos. "So you'll stay with us, right? Not gonna freak out?" Carlos smiled. "You couldn't keep me away, ma'am." All of them smiled, and headed upstairs into Eve's oversized shower, determined to learn more about the addition to their ever-growing family. Breaking Him In Ch. 01 "There are 3 trials before I will consider you as my slave." I kept my voice soft as I handed the man across from me a glass of wine. His hand shook ever so slightly as he took it from my grasp and I allowed myself a small smile. Nerves were very common for a first time submissive, and it only served to arouse my senses as I watched him swallow hard as I sat next to him, barely touching his flesh with my own. "You will be expected to perform all duties in each task. I am not an unreasonable Mistress, however I do expect you to comply to my every request. Is that clear?" I turned my head ever so slightly toward his face, my deep brown eyes searching his own for any signs of hesitation. He cleared his throat before meeting my gaze. "I will do anything for your pleasure Mistress. My wish is to serve you completely." "Stand before me slave." My voice lost its softness and the difference seem to take him a little by surprise before he stood in front of me, his broad shoulders pulled back as a sign of strength. "I expect a full inspection before we begin. Remove your clothing slave, but do it slowly." I leaned back in the chair and bought the wine glass to my crimson lips as I watched him slowly unbutton his shirt. Still nervous, he had to attempt the top button twice before his trembling fingers finally managed it, then, realising he was being judged, he continued without further impediment. Shrugging his shirt from his shoulders, he let it fall to the floor as he started to turn in a full circle for my careful observation. "Thwack!" The noise of the paddle striking his denim covered ass reverberated in the room and he gasped audibly at the sudden pain that immediately followed. Turning toward me he looked bewildered and I raised my hand to his face and held his chin within my long fingertips, forcing him to look down from his 6' 1" height to my much smaller stature. "You do not leave clothes on the floor slave." I said through clenched teeth. "I will not be your mother, is that clear? Consider this a warning." I let my fingernails dig ever so slightly into his flesh as I spoke, and when I released him from my grip I noticed the small half crescents denting his lightly stubbled jaw. "Please Mistress, I lost my head. This will never happen again my Lady." He spoke quietly and kept his eyes downcast as he knew my displeasure this early could mean the end. He bent at the waist and collected his shirt, folding it neatly and placing it onto the chair that I indicated with a movement of my head. "Continue slave." Once again he raise his eyes slightly and removed the thick black belt from around his waist before starting to take it to the chair. "Bring it here." I knew I didn't need to tell him what I needed, he was certain to pay attention after the first taste of the paddle. I held the leather in my hands and gave it a testing flex. I smiled broadly as I thought how this poor unsuspecting man had just handed me his punishment for the next time he displeased me. Bending low to the ground he soon removed his shoes and socks, placing them neatly with his shirt, before unzipping his jeans and tugging them down his well muscled thighs. I stood once more and indicated he should turn for me. With his back to me, I slowly traced my nail down his spine to the crack of his ass. He shuddered at my touch and I knew he was hard before he turned back toward me. I traced the line of his arm as he turned and then his chest, running my fingers lightly through the thick hair before reaching his nipples. "Remove the rest of your clothing slave." He was shaking as he stepped from his jockey shorts, his large erection springing free and pointing straight toward me. Running my fingers down his sides I traced the contours of his hips before taking a step back. "Your first test is how well you take commands slave. You may not do anything, nor touch anything without my permission. If you wish to ask me for something you may address me as Mistress. Any time wasting questions will be reason for punishment." He nodded his head eagerly, his excitement at being at my mercy quite evident. "Kneel at my feet." As he sank to his knees I placed my right foot onto his shoulder, allowing him a look at my glistening pussy, which lay uncovered beneath my black skirt. He blinked and swallowed a few times, his chest rising and falling with the effort to control himself. "Remove my boots slave and kiss my feet." The order was a simple warm up so he would know his requirements for the future. Carefully he moved his hands up the supple leather of the red boot and gently cupping the back of my knee in his right hand, he unzipped the boot with his left before easing it off my foot, careful to ensure my balance was not once compromised. His mouth was wet and war as he slid my toe into his mouth, careful licking it and swirling his tongue around it before sucking it in and out. His left hand caressed my instep as he took more toes in with the first, swirling his tongue between the gaps and keeping his eyes on mine. I took my foot from his shoulder and replaced it with the other for him to repeat the process. He didn't disappoint, lavishing as much attention to left foot as he had its partner. I leant forward and pushed him backwards with my foot, watching him lose his balance and watch me carefully in case he had displeased me. "Mistress? Do I not please you correctly?" His voice wasn't whining or pathetic, more wanting to convey his desire for me to be happy. "You will do thus far slave. Now I want to explore your restraint." I moved past him and clicked my fingers, indicating he should follow. "You will not always be required to pleasure me orally slave. Not unless I have asked or you have a genuine desire. Even then I may rebuff you. You will be required to please me as I ask, when I ask. You will not be allowed to touch yourself or to cum without my permission." I took a breath and looked at him careful, gauging his reaction to the last stipulation. His nod said it all. "I'm yours as you desire My Lady." He murmured, leaning against the gentle caress of my fingers through his hair. Suddenly I tugged it back and forced his face close to my own. "I require you to have complete trust in me slave. Any hesitation will be a waste of both of our time. I am a generous Domme, but I expect nothing but complete subservience. Anything you do that displeases me will cause me to punish you. Punishments vary as will the pain level. I do not wish to cause you any great injury, but you will certainly feel the punishment. Is that clear?" I caressed his hair again as he took in everything. "When may I begin my service of you my Mistress?" Was his only reply. This was going to work out well. " Your first test has already began, my love, now I start testing you properly." I whispered next to his ear before giving it the slightest nip. It seemed that with each of my touches, my willing new slave got a jolt rushing through his taut body. His breathing grew heavier as my fingers trailed once more through the furry down on his broad chest before circling his nipples delicately. "This is always about pleasure slave. What makes me happy is what you will endure. It is not about your orgasm, it is about servitude and with servitude comes benefits." I paused briefly and stilled my fingers on his rosy, tight bud. Ever so slightly I began to pinch and twist first his left nipple, then his right, the pressure and force increasing as he tried not to cry out in pain. I dropped my gaze to his cock, stiffening obscenely now, precum dripping freely from the slit, pooling onto his naked thigh. "I will show you realms of pleasure and pain slave." I whispered in his ear, pushing him backward on the bed, his head landing squarely on the pillow. Moving catlike I stretched myself fully above him, continuing to pinch and tweak his nipples between my fingertips firmly, before lowering myself to sit across his thighs, his throbbing hot cock resting against my pussy. He moved beneath me and was quickly rewarded to a fierce pinch of both nipples, causing him to howl out in pain. Silently he stared up at me, waiting to see if that was the end of the punishment. "You are not to move unless you are given permission my pet." I whispered as I bent toward his ear, leaning my large breasts in direct contact with his mouth. "In time you will be allowed free reign; but right now it's about your trial." I dipped my nipple into his opened, moist mouth and moved it back and forth against his lips. I could tell he was fighting his instincts, his hands were clenched tightly amongst the sheets, the fine beads of sweat of his brow a certain sign. "You are free to use only your mouth slave." He didn't need any further encouragement and greedily he clasped my dusky nipple between his teeth, his rough tongue licking and tasting me thoroughly before releasing it from his teeth and moving his head to the other. He didn't follow the same tactic, this time slowly licking my pale flesh before darting his tongue across my nipple with maddening expertise. I could feel my juices begin to coat my thighs and I rocked a little closer to his cock, allowing him to feel the effect being a good slave has on me. The heat of my pussy sent him into a licking and sucking frenzy, drawing me closer and closer to release, but this was about his limits not my own. Abruptly I pulled away and rocked back on my knees. Leaning to one side I opened the drawer of the bedside table and removed 2 sets of stainless steel cuffs. These weren't the plastic ones that can be released through pressure, oh no. These required a key, any that was the one in my possession. "Do you understand why these are necessary slave?" I asked as I swung them within his line of vision. His eyes grew wide as the came into focus, but not fearful. Lust seemed to fill them, and more than that, acceptance. "Yes Mistress, I understand and I thank you." His words came out in little gasps as the realisation sunk in. He wanted this more than anything, more than he was wiling to admit to even himself and his beautiful Mistress knew it before him. I released his nipples and stood next to the bed. "Stay on your back slave and extend your arms." He complied instantly and I moved to snap the cold metal into place, his arms stretched far enough apart to cause discomfort. "Now bend your knees slave so that you ankles touch your thighs." I said this coldly, not allowing an option for questioning without severe repercussions. Slowly he bought his knees up and I spread his thighs apart roughly. Reaching to the middle side of my bed I unveiled a leather cuff that tied at the ankle before becoming attached to a chain that was stretched tight. Moving to the other side quickly I surveyed the position slave was in. With his arm stretched wide and his thighs straining apart, he had maybe an inch to move his feet, not enough to alter what happened, just slightly enough room to untense once in a while. "What is your fantasy slut?" I asked casually as I moved out of his line of vision, entering the bathroom off to the left. His silence spoke volumes about his confidence and I contemplated this new slaves commitment. He was new at this, no doubt about it, but that wasn't the issue. It was his want to submit yet something held him back..something that needed discovering. "Slave you will answer me now." I called as I slipped first one leg, and then the other into the harness. "Mistress my fantasy is to be used by you." He began, his voice trailing off with a tinge of hesitation. I looked into the mirror as I replied "Tell me slave. You wont be punished. Tell me what your fantasy has been." I leant forward and added the final touch to my outfit before leaving the bathroom and joining him in the room. "I have a fantasy My Lady, that you host a dinner party for your friends and I am the service boy. You have me bring out each course that I have prepared and once I serve the meals, you order me under the table to offer extra services at your whim to your guests." Slaves voice was strangled as his desires poured out of him. He couldn't see me as I remained off to one side so when I reappeared it took him a moment to be able to breath. Before him I stood, my long red hair flowing and caressing my considerable breasts which were barely contained in a black leather bodice, with laces from the navel to the top of my nipples, exposing my flesh in some medi evil garb. My legs had on the sheerest of black stocking that stopped at mid thigh, but what caught his breath was what lay between the leather & the stockings. The flesh covered strap on was nestled against my mound as though it had always been there. With a thinner tip than most, it was perfect for a beginner, while the thick base made them crave me to thrust it deeper and harder. It felt warm and veiny in my hand, just like slaves cock would as I stroked my "penis" and knelt between his thighs. "Please Miss, my arse is a virgin. I am so sorry to disappoint you." The anguish was evident in his tone, he wanted to please me but was unsure of my approval of his experience. Kneeling on the bed I leant gently upwards so that the tip of the strapon merely brushed the crease in his balls. "You won't disappoint me slave," I murmured as I dipped my head to take his bottom lip between my own, sucking it gently before sliding my tongue into his eager mouth. The firm strength of his lips matched my own and I admired his determination to hold one small semblance of control. Wriggling my hips just so, I reminded him who owned him by placing the tip of my strap-on just on his tender, unready entrance and immediately his kisses were more submissive. My tongue swirled over his, licking it and sucking it between my lips as I moved slightly up and down, merely rubbing his hole, before plunging my tongue once again into the wet recess of his mouth. I pulled away abruptly, noting his still closed eyes with a smile. Placing my finger to his reddened, bruised lips I moved my tongue to his nipples, swirling first the left, then the right in my mouth for only the briefest moment. "Open your eyes slave." His heavily lidded eyes opened automatically and I could sense the desire in them, that and feel his pulsating cock against the soft skin of my belly. "Are you nervous pet?" I enquired, as my mouth worked down his stomach, his hairs tickling my nostrils as I swirled my tongue into his belly button, pausing slightly to raise my eyes to his response. "Yes my Mistress." His voice was deep and hesitant but the movement of his hips hadn't escaped my notice. The strap-on was now nestled firmly against his hole and that was something he obviously desired, much to my delight. "Don't be scared slave, I am here to break you in; never to break you." Moving myself lower, the strap-on fell away from his tight arse and his sigh of disappointment was audible. Ignoring him I moved into what I wanted, to ready this pet for his next step. Sliding my tongue over the puckered skin of his balls, I spread his thighs as much as the restraints would allow. Replacing my tongue with my lips, I sucked gently on each of his firm balls then took them into my mouth, sucking them in and out as though I would a rock hard cock, inhaling his musky scent as I buried my nose against the base of his penis. His cock was moving against my nose in anticipation of what would come, and yet deep down, he knew that aspect wasn't about to happen. Dropping my head lower, my hair fell as a curtain over his balls and cock, as I pointed my tongue and slowly began to trace the line of his puckered hole. The tangy essence of him drove me wild as I maintained the same pressure, slowly licking the edges of his arse, then licking it up and down, just enough to elicit a moan from slave, before I went back to lapping at the sides. Parting my hair I watched as his cock throbbed and his breathing grew shallow as my tongue slid ever so slightly. A small smile played at the corner of my lips, I loved breaking them in. Without warning I thrust my pointed, dart like tongue into his tight, warm arsehole, delving in deep with my tongue as my hands massaged first his thighs and then his firm balls. The moans of excitement grew as I tongued his hole in and out, harder and deeper than before , his small amount of allowed movement only encouraging me to take him further to the edge. Moving my right hand from massaging his balls, I slid my index finger into my mouth and coated it with sticky moisture before teasing his arse with it. He willingly accepted my first digit as I slowly slid it in and out, never deep, just getting him used to the sensation. Moaning with delight he tried to push back against my finger as I pushed it deeper into the tight recess of his arse, my left hand massaging his balls gently. His sudden gasp & jerk of his cock belied his true desire and I took it to my full advantage as I pushed another finger into him..both now buried past the second knuckle, his arsehole gripping my digits with a heat that was encouraging my nipples to stiffen and my pussy to drip. "Is this what you want slave?" My voice was careful, not aggressive, not playful. This is where he needed to learn trust and to surpass tabboo's. He grunted with the effort of raising his back slightly off of the bed, the various restraints restricting his movements. "I am yours Mistress. Completely." His eyes bore deep into my own and immediately I recognised what his need was. I pulled back and and knelt before him, looking upon this man waiting for me to fuck him to take what is held sacred, even as my fingers were still probing his hole. As I removed my fingers I covered his mouth with my own, my need conveyed within the urgency and heat of our kiss. He had pleased me so far and deserved a reward, and he willing took it. As his tongue caressed mine, I opened the bedside drawer and grabbed a palm full of lube. Slave was panting when my mouth left his, his rock hard cock dripping small pools of precum onto his furry stomach as I reached my glistening, lube coated hand to my strapon. Slave watched avidly as I stroked and coated my "penis" with the wetness, my hand making slick noises over the veiny, fleshy looking plastic phallus, mesmerised by the sight. With my hands on the exposed underpart of my thighs, I moved so that once again, the tip was teasing his now ready, wet burrow and pushed slightly so just the very tip of my appendage had entered him. Rocking slightly back and forth, I fucked him with just the tip, getting him used to the feeling of a woman fucking him as I watched his face contorting first with a little pain and then pleasure. "What do you want slave?" My question was straight to the point, after this there would be no second guessing. "Fuck my arse Mistress, please, please, please take me." His voice was hoarse with desire and I pushed another inch into him before pausing again. "Do you want to be turned into a slut?" It wasn't really a question but I ceased pushing the rest in as I waited, merely nudging the 2 inches back and forth in a rhythmic motion. Gasping and moaning he merely nodded. Not satisfied with the response I twisted his nipple hard between my fingers as I pushed slightly more into his tight, welcoming hole. "Mistress please make me your slutty whore." The last of slave's words were lost as I held onto his thighs and drove my cock into his arse. Deep as I could be, buried and hard I circled my hips slightly before withdrawing almost to the tip. Plunging deep and hard again, slave's breath seemed to escape him as a bead of sweat left his brown to drip onto the pillow beneath his head. Breaking Him In Ch. 01 He resolve was gone and I knew it as I my juices run down my thighs, my "penis"slipping in and out with ease, as he bucked against me. Fucking his tight, virgin arse made slave scream and moan with desire, especially when I began to slide my hand up and down his shaft. He was bucking wildly beneath me by now as I fucked him harder and deeper, my hips moving to massage to his crevices within, reaching and rubbing him where he desired so deeply as my hand worked it magic on his shaft. I would have fucked his sweet arse for hours, hearing him moan was my pleasure but I knew what was needed in order to become mine. Slowing down my thrusts, I kept jacking his hot cock in my hand , before almost withdrawing my "penis" then once again assaulting his arse with a deep thrust. "Come for me slave." It wasn't a request, it was permission. I jerked his cock harder and faster and squeezed his balls with my free hand as I thrust harder and faster into his once virgin, tight hot arsehole. His back stiffened slightly as his balls swelled and his sticky cum spurted as an arc over his stomach, chest and my hand. I exhaled deeply and removed my hands before ever so gently removing myself from his tender arse and then wiping his cum with my fingers "Open your mouth slave." He opened willingly as I fed him his cum, his tongue eagerly cleaning my fingertips, delighting at the taste as his eyes met mine. Reaching to either side I undid both sets of leg cuffs, then stood next to the bed as I watched him stretch his tensed muscles. As slave opened his mouth, I swatted his thigh and removed my harness before moving quickly to lower myself onto his mouth, allowing my slick wet thighs grip his face as my pussy juice dripped into his mouth. He didn't wait for an order, he immediately lapped and sucked hard on my swollen clit as I ground my cunt against his mouth before unleashing a torrent of my juice onto his tongue. As he cleaned me up I smiled and leant back ever so slightly to pinch his left nipple as hard as I could. His scream was muffled and he stopped lapping at my juices but as the pressure increased he started again. After a few moments I stood above him , balanced mainly by holding his nipple before I released it and reached for his cuff keys. "Lesson to be learned slave, don't take pleasure for granted." I began to walk toward the close bathroom door before turning around "Trial 2 begins tomorrow at 9pm, and bring an apron" With that I closed the door behind me, leaving him spent and sated on the bed.