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Graduate Life Ch. 01

By: amandrake



After leaving University Tom got his first graduate job. He was living in a shred house, it was a great place to live, not too expensive and near where he worked. He shared the house with another recent graduate - James; not a bad guy to live with, he was a classical geek who was on the whole quiet and kept himself to himself.

Tom's girlfriend, Becky, had also recently graduated from University and got a job in the same town. She lived nearby but was spending an increasing amount of time at his place. This, while great for Tom wasn't exactly to James' liking. Tom thought he clearly had difficulty with women and wasn't happy with the arrangement. One day after Becky left for work James asked to speak with Tom. He said that the rental agreement did not include Becky and if they wanted to live together they should move in together, somewhere else. To add more gravitas to his argument he pointed out that his uncle was the landlord. He didn't mind if Becky stayed the occasional night but it was getting too much. 

Tom liked the house, it was close to work and he'd settled in, he feared that, having looked at the local property market, all he would be able to find would be some pokey, overpriced, hole miles away. Tom placated James and said I would speak with Becky - they would have to spend more time at her place. She lived further away from the both their places of work and with three other people - which is why she'd come to spend so much time at Tom's. One of the better things about Tom and James' house was that the landlord had only recently bought it - he hadn't renovated it and they were the only two people living there. 

Becky laughed when Tom told her what James had said. Becky likes to take charge, she's always trying to dominate Tom in one way or another; a pretty adventurous girl in most respects including when it came to sex, she particularly enjoyed taking charge in bed. 

She said she would talk with James, but Tom was nervous about pushing him too far and loosing the house. Becky promised that she would placate him. She went to James' room, knocked and went in; she was in there for nearly an hour. Tom was on tenter-hooks by the time she returned to his room. A feeling made worse by the rye grin on her face. 

'I own him'.

Was all she said. Seeing the excitement in Tom's eye, she revelled in telling him what had happened. James answered the door and was surprised to see Becky. She not so much invited herself in as just marched past James is if it were her room, before James had chance to react confronted him with his threat to use his Uncle to have Tom thrown out. He was visibly nervous and the domineering streak in Becky took over and she thought she'd see how far she could take it. 

She said that if he were to go to his Uncle she would tell his Uncle that James had been peeping on her in the shower, that he tried peeping on her and her boyfriend. James' reaction was instant, anger but more fear. Becky sensed this, sensed that he thought his Uncle may believe her over him, that true or not, he was perceived by his Uncle as a bit of a pervert. She decided to use this fear. 

'James, I like it here. I don't mind if you peep occasionally.' 

He was in her grasp now. It was as if it was a given that James was a peeper. That somehow this was a fact. 

'You don't.'

'Not exactly, but on my terms. Is that clear.'

'Yes.' 

'Okay, here's the deal - take it or leave it. I get to stay here as often as I like. I will wear as little clothing as I feel like. You will perform certain tasks for me that I think you will enjoy.' 

'What tasks?'

'Lets see - you will bathe me if I feel like it, you will hand wash my underwear; oh, and most importantly you will prepare me for sex.'

'What?'

'You will go down on me before my boyfriend and I fuck.' 

'But, but...'

'No buts. Have you ever gone down on a woman?' 

James was silent and turning bright red. 

'That's okay I will teach you.' 

'One thing that I will make clear now is that you and I will never fuck. Is that understood?'

'Yes.'

'Also, we need to put our relationship on a more formal footing. I'm in charge, I don't want you peeping on me like some creepy pervert, is that understood.' 

'Yes.'

'Just to make it clear, when we're alone you will call me Mistress. If I'm with my boyfriend you will address me as Miss Becky. This relationship is private, and I think you'd rather keep it that way. Is all that acceptable?'

'Yes Mistress.' 

'Good. Now why don't we start the first lesson now.' 

She removed her jeans and her panties and sat on James' bed. He couldn't take his eyes off her neatly trimmed pussy. She guided his head between her legs and gave him a lesson in pussy eating. He was a keen learner. She had him licking and sucking her to an intense orgasm. When she was done she leaned back on her elbows and looked at him - his face covered in her pussy juice. 

He still couldn't keep his eyes off her now engorged pussy. As he went to wipe her juices of his face she stopped him, asking. 

'James, was that your first time?'

'Yes Mistress.'

'Thank you for being honest. Would you like to have a wank now.' 

'Yes Mistress.' 

'Good, then I want you to strip naked and wank for me.' 

James' face went a deep crimson, but he didn't refuse. After a slight hesitation he began to remove his clothes. Once naked he stood there with the hardest erection of his life. Becky new he was waiting for her command, that he was virtually paralysed at this moment and it was her he was waiting for. 

'James, take hold of your cock and wank for me.' 

She knew he would pick up on the 'for me'. Without taking his eyes off her pussy he slowly started to wank. So excited by the afternoon's events the he lasted but a moment. Becky had to move as the ropes of cum shot from his cock across the room and missed her by inches. Entertained by the sight, she had a grin on her face as she noticed James deflate in sync with his cock. Almost embarrassed by his state, he reached for his clothes. 

'No James,' 

Becky pulled up her jeans. 

'Don't get dressed. Not until I have left.' 

'Yes Mistress.' 

'Good. I am pleased with you, that was a good start.' 

'Do you think I you will come to like our little arrangement?'

'Yes Mistress.' 

'You will have to trust me James. I am going to expand your horizons and experiences - but I demand absolute obedience. You will do what I say when I say and we will both enjoy it. I will be honest with you, there will be times when you don't want to, or don't think you can do the things I ask. However, I promise you I will never ask of you anything that I think is beyond you.' 

At that point Becky then left James' room and returned to Tom. They were both so excited by her telling of what she had just done. Pointing out that she'd already been warmed up by James going down on her she picked up Tom's hint and sank to her knees to give him one of the best blow-jobs of his life. They fucked for the rest of the day - both excited by James' subservience to Becky. 

Lying in bed she told Tom of some of the things she had planned for James. She said she was going to start pushing his boundaries - and she would start that weekend. She wanted to explore the dominant side of her personality. Tom was also excited, Becky became more intense when she talked about this and the first and most tangible benefit was that the sex was better. Tom, not fully realising what he was saying, told Becky he also wanted her to explore this side of her and asked her what she was going to do. 

'Well, you know I had him go down on me.'

'Yes.'

'And I told him part of his duties would be preparing me for sex.' 

'Yes.' 

'Well, I was surprised that he didn't object, not a bit. It made me think and I'm going to extend his duties to cleaning me after sex.'

'What, how?.' 

'It's simple, after you've fucked me and filled me with your cum, I'm going to go down to James in my naked fucked state and have him go down on me again. Have him lick your warm cum from my recently fucked pussy.' 

'He'll never do it.' 

'Oh he will. Wanna bet?'

'Yes, I'll bet, but what?' 

Becky seeing this both as a challenge and of having it bit of fun with Tom thought for a moment. 

'Okay, If this weekend I can get James to go down on me and lick me clean after we fuck I will fulfil on of your fantasies.' 

'What?'

'I will let you do me up the arse whenever you want - no more special occasions, anytime, anywhere.' 

'And if he refuses.' 

'You have to get my name tattooed on your abdomen just above your cock.' 

'No way. Can't you pick something else.' 

'Fine, no bet then.'

'Wait a minute, how will I know he's cleaned you out and you haven't nipped into his bathroom and washed yourself.' 

'I'll have him do it in-front of you.' 

'You're on, he'll never do it.' 

Work dominated much of the rest of the week and Becky didn't see Tom until Friday afternoon, when all three of bumped into each other in the hallway. Becky had a cunning grin on her face as she greeted James. 

'Hello James.'

'Hello Miss Becky.' 

'Good James; were off out for a drink but when we return I would like to speak with you. Please be in at nine, okay.' 

'Yes Miss Becky was all he said as we left.' 

'What was all that about.' 

'I'm conditioning him - when we're alone he calls me Mistress and when you are with me he calls me Miss Becky.' 

'Wow.' 

'Getting nervous?'

'A bit - but it's a long way from calling you Miss Becky in-front of me to licking my cum from your pussy in front of me.' 

They came in from the pub at about five to nine. Becky took Tom by the hand and led him to James' door. 

'What are you doing?'

'Just go with it okay - I'll do all the talking.' 

She knocked and James opened. He had a nervous look on his face, which deepened when he saw Tom stood next to her. Tom's first thought was that there's no way she'll win this bet by Sunday. Becky broke the silence. 

'James.' 

'Yes Miss Becky.' 

'Tom is about to go upstairs and I will come into your room. You will go down on me as you did the other day to prepare me for Tom. I'm then going to go upstairs and give him a blow-job before he fucks me. Is that okay with you?'

'Yes Miss Becky.' 

'Good, afterwards I'm going to come back down, because there is something I have to talk to you about. Now, Tom you go upstairs and wait while James gives me my first orgasm of the evening.' 

Noticing the embarrassed look on James' face Tom went up to his room. Becky went in with James. 

'James.'

'Yes Mistress.'

'Good you remembered. I'm going to take our relationship up a gear this weekend.' 

A grin grew across James' face as Becky began to strip. Noticing it she acted quickly to re-assert her dominance of the situation. 

'We're not going to fuck - that will never happen, remember our talk a few days ago.' 

'Yes Mistress.' 

'Good. Im simply fulfilling my end of the bargain, you don't have to peep - I will allow you to see me naked, and a lot more.'

She could see James was more at ease.

'Do you like my naked body?'

'Yes Mistress.'

'Would you like to see more of it?'

'Yes Mistress.' 

'There's a good boy, now on you knees and to your duty.' 

James eagerly repeated the scene from a few days ago. Giving his all in going down on Becky until she came to a shuddering climax all over his face. James sat as before, staring at her still pulsating pussy expecting her to command him to strip and wank for her. Which is why he was a little taken aback at what she then said. 

'James, I'm now going to give Tom the blow-job he's been thinking about all day. I want you to remain here and NOT touch yourself until I return. Is that clear. If, when I return, I even think you've been playing with yourself our arrangement is off - understand?' 

'Yes Mistress, but but...'

'No buts, when I come back down I want you full attention.' 

Becky knew what she was doing. She knew the power of withholding the orgasm from a man - especially a man like James. She got up and left and went to Tom's room. He was naked and hard as she walked in. The dutiful girlfriend she dropped to her knees and took his hardness in her mouth until he came. As they lay in bed, she playing with his cock as it came back to life Becky explained her plan. She was going to get James to clean her that night in private then work up to having him do it in-front of Tom by end of the weekend. 

They fucked for over an hour - Tom came in her three times. Becky then got up, and looking disheveled went down to James' room with Tom's hot, thick cum dripping from her. 

It was clear by the look on his face and the straining of his trousers that James had obeyed her and not touched himself. Becky went in - now would come the first test of the weekend. Becky lay on the bed and beckoned James to her. 

'James I want you to go down on me again. I want you to make me cum. I want you to clean my pussy, to lick out all of Tom's cum.' 

'But Mistress.' 

'I know it's a big step, the first of many. I can see that you have obeyed me and you didn't play with yourself. Because you have been a good boy and if you do this for me I will give you a special reward. James looked hesitant.'

'What reward Mistress?'

'One I know you'll love, something no one has ever done for you, but no more until after.' 

James looked at her naked body lying on his bed, her pussy dripping cum, Tom's cum, onto his sheet and her pleading eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing. He slowly dropped to his knees in-front of her and placed his hands on her inner thighs. He began to lower his head and stopped as his nostrils caught the distinct aroma of cum, another man's cum. 

'That's it, there's a good boy, you know what to do.'

Becky said as she placed her hand on the back of his head and gently guided it to her leaking pussy. James was slow at first as he took his first taste of another man's cum mixed with the now familiar taste of Becky's juices. He was gentle yet thorough, by the time he'd finished Becky had an orgasm rip through her and her pussy was clean. She lay back as James just lay slumped between her legs staring at her pussy. 

'James, I'm so proud of you, you did so well. Would you like your reward now or would you prefer to lay there for a moment admiring my pussy.' 

'My reward please Mistress.' 

'Okay, James, strip for me.' 

James did as she commanded and stood naked in the middle of his room with a raging hard-on, he couldn't lift his gave from her pussy. Becky was nervous that it would prove too much for him - to lick Tom's cum from her, knowing Tom was upstairs and aware of what he was doing. But he did and now she needed to maintain the momentum and motivate him to keep obeying her. She stood up and walked around James as he stood fixed to the spot, his hard-on as stiff as ever. 

'James I want you to put your hands behind your back and not move them until we're done.'

'Yes Mistress.'

James did as she commanded without doubt or hesitation. Becky moved in behind him and pressed her body against his. Her freshly cleaned pussy brushed against his hand she reached round taking hold of his cock. 

'Do you feel how clean I am?'

'Yes Mistress'

'You did that, you should be proud. I'm impressed with your obedience, my pussy is rubbing against your hands and you haven't moved a finger. You can it you want.' 

James wasted no time and rubbed her pussy, easing a finger between her lips. As he did Becky strengthened her grip on his cock. 

'Oh James, that's nice, you can keep doing that.'

James just moaned as Becky slowly wanked him. She knew he wouldn't take long. As she felt the vein at the base of his cock throb, his orgasm imminent, she stopped and gripped the base of the cock with all the strength she could muster. James let out a yelp. 

'It's okay James, you were about to cum and I don't want that yet, do you?' 

'No Mistress.' 

Becky smiled to herself as he moved from behind James and knelt in front on him. With her head inches from his still rock-hard cock she resumed her steady rhythm of his reward wank. This time as he approached orgasm Becky again stopped and gripped his cock until the urge subsided. James, knowing what she was doing, said nothing. With his cock still in her hand she kissed the end. James was in heaven. 

'James.' 

'Yes Mistress. Did you enjoy cleaning me today?'

'Yes. No. Well, a bit Mistress.' 

'It will be a regular duty of yours from now on, are you okay with that?'

'Oh, yes Mistress.' 

James was hesitant in his reply as Becky took his cock in her mouth - this time kissing the end before licking the entire length the sucking hard on it. Becky knew she had to be careful - she needed to introduce James to the idea of cleaning her in-front of Tom and extract a promise from him that he would do it this weekend, all before he came. 

'James, this weekend we have one more step to take - do you think you are up to it?'

'I hope so Mistress.' 

'On Sunday I will come down after Tom has fucked me, naked as I am now. I will knock on your door and you will come with me to Tom's room. There I will lie on the bed and you will clean me in-front of Tom. Do you think you can do that?'

'I don't know Mistress, aahh.' 

As she waited for James' answer Becky took his balls in her mouth and continued the wank. She sensed he was close, very close to cuming. James wanting to cum would say almost anything at this moment. 

'Can you do it James?'

'Yes Mistress.'

'Will you do it James?'

'Yes Mistress.'

'Will you promise me James, promise me that you won't back out. That you will lick Tom's cum from my freshly fucked pussy on Sunday in front of him.' 

Becky thought the descriptive language would push him over the edge, and it did. 

'Yes Mistress.' 

Was all that James could say as Becky wanked him dry; rope after rope of his cum flew across the room. She knew she had to re-affirm his promise now he'd cum. She looked up at him as his deflated cock and took it once more in her mouth this time sucking a few drops of cum onto her tongue. She stood up and kissed him. Making sure he took some of his own cum into his mouth. James was all but in shock by all that had happened. 

Becky sat on the bed and invited James to kneel between her legs, not to go down on her but simply to look at her pussy. She was training him to assume a lower position than her and knew he loved staring at her pussy. She wanted to firm in his mind what he would be doing on Sunday. Becky waited a while then left James to go back up to Tom. 

They didn't see much of James on Sat. Becky heard him come in and, gambling he'd be alone went down naked. 

'Hello James'.

'Hello Mistress.'

'I was just going to take a shower, would you like to watch?'

James, his throat dry could only nod. He was hard before they got halfway to the bathroom. A part of Becky liked the submissive attention James gave her. She had a taught, athletic body, with firm breasts and a tight bum. She was using it to fix in his mind why he would do as she says. She took her time with the shower making sure James got a good show. Stepping out he handed her a towel. 

'James, I know your hard now and want to go back to your room for a wank, but I don't want that. That is to say, I don't want you to wank - not yet anyway.'

His nervous energy was palpable and Becky wanted to keep him excited, keep him thinking with his dick.

About an hour later she went to James' room. She no longer knocked, simply walked in. She was pleased it looked like he had obeyed her. Walking over to his bed she lay down and looked at James. All she said was...

'James, you know what to do.'

He did. He got on his knees between her legs and pleasured her. He was a keen learner and getting very good at eating pussy. Becky went upstairs to Tom and, after sucking him for a while, they fucked. Somehow her controlling of James had made Tom a more attentive lover. She was liking the arrangement. As with Friday, afterwards Becky went down to James. This time there was no real hesitation as he went down on her. She was expecting to have to coax him again, but to her surprise James went straight to it. Afterwards she had stood before her as she lay on the bed whilst he wanked for her. 


Graduate Life Ch. 01



'Tell me when you are about to cum James.'

'Yes Mistress.'

'Ah, ah, Mistress I'm cuming.'

'Good James, good. This time I want you to cum on me, on my tit and all over my stomach.' 

That did id and James lost control, he barely managed to angle it, but was able to give Becky a generous load of cum. 

'Oh James, that was good. Now I want you to lick it all off. Off my stomach, my tits, even this bit on my arm.'

James obeyed her and enjoyed the task as he kissed and fondled her body. It was all over too soon for him and before he knew it she was returning to Tom. 

On Sunday Becky knew James would be thinking about little else other than his promise. Fearing he would falter she decided the time was now and mid afternoon went to his room. Before she left Tom she explained the rules of the bet. When, after they'd fucked and she went to get James Tom was to quietly sit in a chair opposite the bed. He would have a clear view, but was to say or do nothing to in anyway distract James. If he did he would forfeit the bet. 

James was clearly nervous as Becky entered his room. His nerves settled a bit as he got to his task, but Becky knew they'd be at their worse as she and Tom fucked. She needed to keep him excited. Her orgasm subsiding she looked down at him. 

'James, that was lovely. Thank you. I know your hard and you must need a wank. I don't want you to. If you can hold on until 'afterwards' I will give you a wonderful reward.' 

'Yes Mistress.'

It was all James could say - his head was swimming with thoughts, with doubts; but he would do as she bade. 

Becky left James and went to Tom; who was more excited than usual. Becky distracted and Tom excited it came as surprise to both as he came in her mouth s short while after she'd started sucking him. They moved to the bed and fucked. Tom's hard-on seemed to last forever and after three fucks they were finally done. Becky, more nervous now than at any time she could remember, went to James. She could see his pulse was racing as she took him by the hand and slowly led him to Tom's room. There, she lay on the bed and focused her gaze on James, almost ignoring Tom sat in the chair opposite covered in only a small towel. James fixed his gaze, first on her eyes, then her pussy as she lay on the bed. It was later afternoon and the sunlight shone in, glistening on the cum dripping from her. There was no mistaking she'd been well fucked. It took all the determination and strength James could muster not to get up and run away, but to lower his head to that now familiar place and lick her, lick the cum from her - but do it he did, and was rewarded by her tensing her body and cuming. 

Becky, conscious that Tom was sat only feet away, resisted her urge to just lie there for a moment and got up. James, who appeared almost paralysed, was fixed to the spot, she took him by the hand and led him downstairs. He was more relaxed in his room. She helped him undress and took up position behind him. Automatically he put his hands behind his back and cupped her pussy. She reached for his cock and whispered. 

'James, you were great. That took courage.' 

She wanked him as she'd done before. Three times she stifled his orgasm. On the final one she knelt before him and took his cock in her mouth, sucking him feeling the vein throb she knew he was close. As he came she took his cock from her mouth and griping it aimed it away from her. James had the most intense orgasm of his life. His cock almost dry Becky kneeled down and took it in her mouth once more - sucking a few drops of cum form him, she stood up and kissed him making sure he again tasted himself. Her job done she returned to Tom. 

Tom was in a bit of a daze. The afternoon's events had excited him more than he'd ever been excited before, also, he was nervous of the bet he'd just lost. Becky returned and, noticing his slightly bewildered state and fully erect cock lay on the bed and invited him to join her. They fucked again and all she could think of as he pounded her now sore pussy was the bet. 

As they drifted off to sleep she began to on how to collect on the bet.



Graduate Life Ch. 02



Tom, having lost a bet to his girlfriend, Becky, spent the first couple of days thinking of ways to get out of it. The wager he'd lost was that Becky could persuade his house-mate James to go-down on her, after she and Tom had fucked. Becky won the bet. Tom's forfeit was to have Becky's name tattooed onto his abdomen, just above his cock. The bet was won on Sunday, Becky had arranged for the tattooing to be done on Wednesday - she knew the longer she left it the less likely Tom would be to go through with it. 

At lunchtime on Monday she went to the tattoo shop where it would be done. It was owned by a couple and Becky introduced herself and explained to the owner the tattoo 'she' wanted. Speaking with the wife, the husband was tattooing someone at the time, she explained, as much as she dared, about a bet that she had won and this would be the prize. They arranged for the work to be done on Wednesday after work, the shop closed at six to the public, but they often had people in afterwards for work by appointment. It was set, they would be there at six-thirty on Wednesday. Becky had chosen the font and size of the tattoo and arranged for Helen, the part owner of the shop, to do the work. All that was left was to tell Tom. She thought she'd leave it until Tuesday, so he'd have less time to fret or try to wriggle out. 

On the eve of the big day, Becky prepared Tom. After dinner she told him it was all booked - seeing a glint of fear in his eye she acted. Explaining that in preparation for the tattoo she would have to shave him; re-enforcing the point she'd made before, that if after a while he didn't like the tattoo all he had to do was not shave and it would in effect disappear. Adding that, as a side benefit, she loved to suck a shaved cock and balls. Becky made a show of shaving Tom. He was fully erect almost from the start. The job done, his cock and balls smooth, Becky gave him a wonderful blow-job, making a point of swallowing all his cum. 

She met Tom after work and took him for a drink, they had some time before the appointment for the tattoo and she wanted to help the situation with a little dutch-courage. Helen was waiting for them at six-thirty with the shop quiet and all but closed up. She led them through to a back room. In it were a reclinable chair - a bit like a dentist's chair and a bench with tattooing equipment. The walls were adorned in tattoo designs, however, Tom didn't focus on those, as any other customer may have, he knew what 'design' he was having. 

Helen put him at ease, explaining the process and the after care of the tattoo. As Tom lay in the chair and lowered his trousers Becky carefully positioned herself between Helen and Tom's head, partially obstructing his view of her working. She whispered in his ear words of encouragement as Helen first cleaned the area for the tattoo then applied the transfer for the design. Becky continued to whisper encouraging words to Tom as Helen went to work and before he knew it the job was done and Helen was applying a bandage to the area and explaining how long it had to stay on for. She gave him some cream to help the healing process. Tom wanted to peel back the bandage and have a look but Becky intervened. 

'Later darling, you don't want it getting infected now do you? Besides, I saw it as it was going on - trust me it looks wonderful.'

Tom was keen to get home and didn't push the point. Becky paid for the tattoo and they left. Late that night, just before bed Tom peeled off the bandage to apply some cream and saw the tattoo for the first time. They both stared at it and Tom immediately noticed two things, first, it was a lot bigger than he'd imagined - the lettering was nearly an inch high; there was no way simply letting the hair grow back would hide this. The second thing he noticed was the punctuation. Tom had assumed that he would have just her name tattooed, i.e. 'Becky', but what was actually written was 'Becky's' - the apostrophe denoting the singular possessive, i.e. his cock 'belonged to Becky'.

For her part, Becky was delighted, form now until the end of his days, any woman who saw Tom's cock, let alone sucked it, would know instantly that it belonged to her, to Becky. Noticing the tinge of fear in Tom's eye she knew she had to say something. 

'Oh, darling it's better than I thought. I want to kiss and suck it right now. I want you to fuck me all night.' 

She knew that there was no way any of that would happen - that tattoo had to heal, but she wanted Tom to hear the words. As the weekend approached that tattoo healed and Tom started to get used to it. By the following weekend he was ready for sex. Becky pandered to him, knowing his ego had been bruised by her having her name written above his cock - so when he, with a hopeful inflection to the question, asked if he could fuck her arse Becky agreed. She knew he needed to re-affirm, what in his mind was the dominant role. Becky went down on Tom beforehand. She was mesmerised by the sight of her name, inches from her face as she sucked. So much so that she almost missed his approaching orgasm. It had been a few day since Tom last came and she knew it would be a big one. Tom, seconds from cuming, felt her let go of his cock, his disappointment brief as he imagined sliding his cock into her tight arse. 

Becky, playing to Tom, picked up a cushion and went over to his desk. She bent over it and, placing the cushion on the desk spread her legs and bent over. Looking him in the eye she spoke. 

'Darling, cum fuck my arse, fuck me hard. My arse is so tight I can't wait to feel your hard cock in it. Just make sure you lube it first.' 

Tom was ready to cum even before to touched her. He eased first one, then two fingers into Becky, making sure he lubed her as she'd asked. Then he stood back and surveyed the scene before taking hold of her hips and easing himself into position. He could feel the tightness of her arse as he first placed his cock at the entrance to her arse, then pushed it in. He paused for a moment, whilst they both got used to the feeling; then he began to fuck her, slowly, gently at first then picking up the pace. Becky knew after taking him so close with the blow-job he wouldn't last long. She was right, a couple of minutes later she felt Tom explode his cum deep in her. Tom's load spent he withdrew from her and slumped onto the bed. 

A week later Becky was lying in bed thinking about how much she liked the setup with Tom and James. It surprised her how easy it was for her to take charge, especially with James. She'd grown to like the dominant role she'd adopted and wanted to explore it more and to do so had done quite a bit of internet research. It had affirmed much of what she'd observed with both of them. She had decided on her next step; the hardest thing was broaching the subject with Tom - she wanted to put it in a way so as to make him think it was his idea. She also had to make sure James would go along. 

The next small step with James was simple. One weekend, after he'd cleaned her of Tom's cum Becky told James she wanted him to shave his cock and balls and keep them shaved. She'd grown to prefer Tom that way and saw no reason not to keep James in a similar state. 

She told him to fetch a bowl of warm soapy water and a razor. James simply retrieved the items, barely giving an inquisitive look as he did so. Becky, as she'd done with Tom, shaved him - of course by the time he was smooth James was sporting a raging hard-on, made to appear all the more bigger by the lack of hair. They both liked the feeling of smoothness as Becky gave James his reward wank. 

Ever since she came across idea of orgasm denial in her research she couldn't shift it from her head. She had, of course, flirted with the idea in an amateurish way with both of them, but to truly have control she'd convinced herself that the cock had to be locked-up, locked-up in a chastity device. The question was would James be willing to cede to her that much control. She started planning. To begin with she planted the idea in Tom's mind, a hint here, a suggestion there; to the point that when she broached the idea Tom almost suggested a chastity device for James. Becky made sure that Tom appreciated the magnitude of the sacrifice James would be making and that Becky would need to do something big for him, it was but a short step for her to introduce the notion of her taking James' virginity - both making the assumption that he was such. 

One night, after James had licked the cum from her pussy and as she was rewarding him with a wank Becky decided to sound James out on the idea of orgasm denial. He was at just the right moment; she'd subdued two orgasms and a third was building. 

'James.'

'Yes Mistress.'

'Do you remember me telling you we'd never fuck?'

'Yes Mistress.'

'Well, that might not be entirely true. I have been thinking of our relationship and I'd like to take it further.'

'Ohh, Mistress.'

Her timing was impeccable, she gripped hard the base of James' cock and stifled another orgasm.  

'Could I? I mean would you, would you let me?'

'I've been thinking how well you've been doing and how we may develop our relationship and I've come to the conclusion that I will control your orgasms - I will decide when you get to cum and as a reward for this I will let you have sex with me.'

Becky had resumed James' wank and he was close. This time as she explained that she would control his orgasms she wanked him to a climax with the encouraging words.

'Cum for me, cum for me James, there's a good boy.'

James was in heaven. His mind was a spinning with thoughts of fucking Becky as he jetted rope after rope of cum into the air. She said she wanted to control his orgasms, to his mind she already did. When she asked him not to wank he didn't and when she told him to he did. On the evenings when he would prepare her for Tom and she would command him not to cum until after he'd cleaned her he was excited. He enjoyed the tense, nervous excitement of those times - a constant hard-on waiting for Becky to return, followed by the powerful feeling of release when she either wanked him herself or had him do it for her. To him it was a win win situation, so of course he eagerly agreed. Becky left him with a task - to do some internet based research, for which she suggested a few websites. 

She had already bought the device, a CB 6000, a chastity device that fitted over the cock with a ring that seated around the base behind the scrotum. The two parts locked together, secured either by a key, which she would hold, or with a tamper proof security tag. 

It was a week later when Becky arrived at the house with the device. She wanted to play the situation carefully and decided to have James in the device for a while before telling Tom. The evening proceeded much as others had, James prepared her for Tom and waited patiently for her return. This time, as Becky descended the stairs, naked with Tom's cum oozing from her, she carried a small bag. James was intrigued by it but she wouldn't let him see its contents until after he'd cleaned her. As she stood behind him slowly rewarding him with a wank she instructed him to open the bag. In it was the device, the CB 6000. James had seen one on the internet, at the site Becky had directed him to. This seemed different, more real as he examined the genuine article. Becky sensed the excitement in James - his cock seemed to grow even harder as he looked over the device. 

After he'd cum Becky told him to fetch some soapy water and a cloth. She washed his cock and before it had chance to harden again and secured it in the device. She loved how it looked and couldn't resist testing it. Becky, naked, kneeled down in front of James and took his balls in her mouth and sucked them; his reaction was instant, his cock started to grow but was restrained by the device. It had clearly started to become painful for James who let out a yelp. She was thrilled with this development and placing the key on a chain around her wrist returned to Tom. 

She stayed over most of the following week to keep an eye on how James was managing with his new device. She'd already decided on the programme for his release and when she would fuck him. He of course was oblivious to this plan and believed it was his behaviour and obedience that would dictate it. 

James' first release came at the end of the first week - after an evening with Tom Becky came down and had James clean her. Once complete she ordered him to stand before her. 

'James'.

'Yes Mistress'.

'I am pleased with how you have taken to the device and decided to release you for orgasm. We are not going to fuck today, but you will orgasm. I have decided to reward you, I am going to suck and wank you to climax - but before I do I am going to hand-cuff your hands behind your back. I want to remove the temptation you will undoubtedly have after a week of being caged. If you would like that then turn around and put your hands behind your back.'

James was in a dream-like state as he immediately acquiesced to her demands. Becky had decided that he would not be allowed to grasp his own erection for a period to re-enforce her ownership of it, of him. 

His heart racing, his hands cuffed James looked down as Becky removed the key from its chain and undid the lock holding the device in place. His hard-on had already started to grow before the device was removed, it grew to its full length immediately as she slid the cage off his cock. Becky felt a hint of stubble as she bent down and took James' cock in her mouth. A minute or so later she felt him approaching orgasm. Looking up at him she offered him a choice. 

'James, you are so excited tonight. Owing to your obedience to me I am going to reward you with a choice. Either I can continue the blow-job until you cum or I can stifle it and wank you to completion, lets say, after two more build-ups. What will it be?'

James' head was spinning - he knew he would last less than a minute if she continued the blow-job, but it was so good. 

'The blow-job please Mistress.'

Becky leaned in, taking the head of James' cock in her mouth and gently nibbled and sucked him to a climax - and there was so much of it, it even caught her by surprise. She swallowed a lot but there was too much and a lot erupted onto her face. She stood up, congratulating James on his orgasm she kissed him, making sure he tasted his own cum. 

His orgasm done Becky cleaned, shaved and caged his cock before releasing the handcuffs. 

She couldn't help but notice how much more attentive James had become since she caged him in the CB 6000. She'd already decided that his reward would come the following weekend, but hadn't told him that.

On Saturday afternoon she knew Tom was planning an afternoon at the rugby with his mates. He too was more attentive to her and was over the moon with the mid-afternoon fuck and blow-job before heading out to meet his friends. Becky took a shower then, still naked and damp headed to James' room. He wasn't expecting her but was delighted none the less as she walked in naked. 

'James, if you would like you may fuck me this afternoon; there are however, a few rules. 

Firstly this afternoon is about you, we fuck until you cum. Second, although the afternoon is about you I will remain in charge, you will be tied to the bed, I will then remove your cage and then we will fuck.'

James nodded and lay on the bed awaiting Becky. She bound him to the bed with a bondage kit she'd bought especially for the purpose and then proceeded to remove the device. As before he was hard almost instantly. Becky lay on top of him, rubbing his cock along her pussy lips, then gently eased herself onto his cock. 

James was in heaven as he felt her soft warm pussy slide down his cock. She rode him gently, letting him dictate the pace and felt the tell-tale vein in his cock throb announcing the imminent orgasm. 

'James, I can feel you are about to cum, do you wish me to stop and wait for it to subside or are you ready to cum?'

'Stop, stop please Mistress.'

He wanted this to last as long as it could and new that when he came it would be over, his cock would be caged. Becky did as he asked and twice more eased off his cock and gripped the base to prevent him from cuming. As she felt the next orgasm approach James announced he was cuming - Becky was more than a little glad to hear this as she was starting to become sore. When he did cum it was a big load - an afternoon's excitement and a week's denial resulted in a substantial build up of cum and it all flooded into Becky who collapsed onto James' chest. She eased off his cock and felt his cum start to ooze out of her. James didn't say a word as she inched up his body and placed her well-fucked and full pussy over his face, lowering herself onto his mouth. 

James obediently took to his task and licked the warm juices from her - this time his own seed; it brought Becky to another of the many orgasms of that day. She lay for a while against his bound body and drifted in and out of sleep. Eventually she arose and following the routine of last week shaved and cleaned James' cock. 

'James, so I know you want this, before I cage your cock I want you to re-affirm your willingness to obey me by asking to to cage your cock and control your orgasms.'

'Mistress... Please cage my cock and control my orgasms?'

Becky, relishing the power, slipped the CB 6000 onto James and snapped the lock shut. She lay next to him, the soft skin of her naked body against his for nearly an hour before she decided to untie him; his now dried cum all over his face and his cock already straining at the cage.