0 comments/ 60947 views/ 5 favorites I Own You By: crimson_skye "I own you-you are my slave and mine alone" again and again, as if it is a chant, you tell me as you fuck me with long smooth thrusts, kissing me fiercely, waiting until you know I'm about to orgasm. Before I actually do, you slip out of me, pulling me up and onto my knees, grabbing and pinning my wrists together tightly. I gasp, the pain so sudden, so fierce. You tell me that you want to prove to me that I can place myself totally in your care. You ask me to surrender to you, totally, to obey you without any question; you tell me you will cherish me for it. Your blue, blue eyes stare unblinking into my soft brown ones as you wait for me to agree. I have no choice but to accept. I know, as well as you do that I am yours. I cannot refuse you. "Yes, My Beloved, Master, I surrender myself to you and I will obey you." I gaze up at you, and nod. You look at me kneeling in front of you with my wrists clamped in one of your hands and the moist swell of my pussy in your other. The expression upon my face is a mixture of anxiety and desire, so poignant that your throbbing cock feels as if it's going to explode. You pull my wrists up, grab my elbows and then roughly fling me across the bed. You push me onto my tummy and mount me roughly from behind. You grasp my buttocks and spread my anus wide open. Slowly you insert one finger, feeling my dryness, and then you spread the lube upon me so I am ready. In one deft movement you enter. You then withdraw and then reenter, doing this several times before beginning to violently fuck me. You fuck me hard, your balls slapping against my ass, your cock inserted so deep. You ejaculate into me almost immediately. After, as we lie cuddled up together, you tell me tenderly that you are going to whip me. You describe the whip, telling me, it is very long, thin, and made of black leather. You tell me that you are going to take photographs of me, so that you can relive the moment later. I knew as I agreed to obey that it would be difficult… I hear the words you speak to me, so calm, so clear. I will myself to not be afraid. I know you choose me that you love me and own me. I know I need to trust you, to allow you to take all of me that you need. I know I deserve to be punished, to be tested and pushed beyond the realm of myself. You stretch my limits and my strength, but I am yours, after all, so that is your right. We both want this; it is not a game-it is the reality of what is life for us. You the Master, and I your loyal, obedient slave. Laying here now with you, knowing what I know, I think how unbelievable this all is, that I want this. That I give you myself. Fully, completely, without any question. This was something I always wanted. Dreamed about, and when I met you, my dreams came true. But now, this is the first time and all…. My mind drifts back to earlier this morning, when you phoned me, exactly as you said you would. You summoned me to your studio loft, speaking with such profound grace. You described what you wanted me to wear, how to style my hair, apply my make-up and at what time to arrive. I put the phone down in a state of shock knowing that there was a clear choice; either I go to you where you will humiliate and beat me or else lose you; because you will know that my love for you has limits beyond which I will not go. I take a hot shower and give myself a warm enema, holding it in until the cramping becomes unbearable. I apply my makeup while still sitting naked on the toilet as I'm short of time; you told me to be there at 12:30 sharp-, which was barely an hour from the time of your call. The gift box that you had delivered to me this morning sits untouched on the bed. I shift my eyes to the vase holding the spray of roses you sent with it, dark purple nearly black -never have I seen such beautiful roses. Hesitantly, I untie the ribbon and slip my hands beneath the lid feeling amongst the layers of tissue paper with trembling fingers. My fingertips trace the shape of a garment, caressing leather as soft and supple as chamois. Smiling, relieved, I lift it from the box, holding it up at arm's length. It's a long-line demi-cup bra, almost a bustier, in cherry-red leather. I slip into it, wrapping it around myself with a shiver of anticipation that becomes a low tingle of pleasure as I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror. The bright red against my pale flesh is quite a sight. I buckle the single strap beneath my breasts with trembling fingers then slowly begin to lace the front up. Carefully, I criss-cross the laces between the two rows of metal hooks. By the time I've pulled it tight and tied the ends into a neat bow, my breasts are pushed up and together, forming a deep V, revealing provocative cleavage. I choose a black lace suspender belt to contrast with the red leather and roll a new pair of sheer black silk stockings up my legs. With a last glance into the mirror, I reach for the apparently empty box, intending to put it away. As I lift it, something with weight shifts, sliding into a corner. Searching through the crumpled tissue, I discover another smaller package. Inside there is a wide leather collar in the same red leather as the buster with three heavy blackened steel rings attached to it. There's also a small black rubber butt plug, shaped like a double cone with a flanged base, and a bottle of lubricant. I hold the plug in my hand, puzzled by its surprising weight and solidity. Strange conflicting emotions surge, desire vies with an edgy chill at the idea of your instructions. I have no choice. Knowing this, I lie on my bed, squeeze a little Astroglide onto my palm and caress the smooth shape of the butt-plug to a dull oily sheen that slides silkily against my palm. On my side with one leg raised, I work an oily finger into my rear with small smooth circles before pressing the rounded end of the toy against my backdoor. Pleasure swirls and spreads as the first few centimeters slip into me. I push harder and a sharp twist of pain sears my rectum. I bite my lower lip, tasting fresh lipstick and blood as with a final push, the butt-plug fills me. I lie there, eyes watering as the pain subsides. As I stand up, an odd sensation in my ass tells me that the toy is filled with a dense liquid that moves as I move. Clenching my pelvis around the unfamiliar bulk in my rear, I pull the plain black dress over my head and fasten the buttons down the front. I put my foot up on the chair and bend to lace my ankle-high stiletto heel boots, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I peer at the reflection, seeing the arc of pale bare thigh between my stocking top and the hem of my skirt, feeling the cool air on my bare pussy. A hot twist of desire sends a shudder down my spine as I straighten up and fasten the leather collar over the lump in my throat. The journey to your place is unnerving as my imagination dwells on you and the strangeness of your desires. I'm also acutely aware of my short skirt and the pressure of the dildo in my rear. My breasts throb in the tight embrace of the leather, my pussy is wet and tingling. Adrenaline surges and pumps, my pulse tics fast and giddy under the collar that holds my neck rigid. By the time I step from the subway at the top of your street, I'm trembling with nervousness. Sitting at least keeps the plug pressed inside me, but walking normally is difficult and embarrassing as my bowels convulse painfully against the plug. I stop outside your door, thinking to myself that this is my last chance to change my mind. I could just turn and walk away, but I love you and I need you. With a shaky hand I reach up and press the buzzer. You arrive at the door not soon enough. I can't help but smile when you appear. You gaze at me and tell me to enter. You're dressed in black leather pants and a blood red silk shirt, your hair is tied in a ponytail and your feet are bare. You look at me with what appears to me to be casual indifference, but your cock's already straining in your pants. I search your eyes for some sign of affection as you say. "Don't speak my Pet, not even a sigh or a whisper because now that you are here there is nothing for you to say." Your voice is warm yet flat, you don't touch me; you just turn and walk down the hall, beckoning me to follow. Which I do so willingly, as I really have no choice, I keep reminding myself of this. You lead me into the main bedroom, which is large yet sparsely decorated, painted a muted shade of purple with a darker blue ceiling; there are double windows upon which heavy black curtains are hung, mirrors nearly every and the king size black wrought iron bed, in the very middle of the room. This is where we are now; I lay upon it recalling how I came to be here at this moment. Here lying under my Master. I had barely gotten into the door, when he had me naked and upon my knees. In no time at all he was fucking me. Now, His words ring in my ears. "Come pet, it is time-I own you. It is my duty to teach you. "And I knew from the moment we met that you needed discipline" he tells me, now at bed's edge. I gaze up at him; not exactly sure" I said come, now!" You reach for me pulling me quickly to my feet. You walk behind me, your hand upon my back. You lead me into a large room in which the photographic lights are already burning. You turn and put your arms around me, pulling me close into you and embracing me tightly. One of your fingers trails up my thighs. Goosebumps rise on my arms and I shudder visibly as you kiss me, desire races like fire. You reach behind me and forcefully re-insert the black butt plug. I gasp, clinging to you. Your mouth is hot on mine and your hand grasps the butt-plug moving it in me as we kiss. My whole body throbs and trembles, the room shimmers and vibrates around me while the hot needles of searing desire lick at my pearl. Your fingers stroke and circle in the wetness there, pressing my pearl as waves of dizzy sensations begin to be twist me inside out. My pulse is still pounding in my ears as you push me away. I stand there trembling under the bright hot lights, looking at you for the slightest sign of my future, any clue as to what you want. You stand perfectly still a meter in front of me. I've never seen you in this mood before so the tension begins to frighten me. A metallic chill begins just under the knot in my throat and spreads downward through my chest. I begin to cry silently, tears roll down my cheeks but you make no move to comfort or reassure me. Your hand reaches towards me and your fingertips beneath my chin tilt my face gently upwards. "I'm going to gag you now Fiona so that your screams won't alarm the neighbors." You say it softly as you produce the ball gag, grabbing me by my neck and pulling me to you. You then open my mouth with your finger and thumb, push it inside and fasten it behind my neck. After you grab my arms, and buckle a set of studded black leather cuffs around my wrists snapping them together. You stroke my hair and know that I quiver with pleasure at this tiny act of reassurance. Reaching above my head, you pull down a long thick rope and fasten the cuffs to it, spreading my legs wide apart, then hoist me up until my arms are pulled above my head and I have to stand on my toes. You have me positioned, as you desire. The camera clicks for the first time, as I swing there looking at you adoringly through tear stained eyes, you step forward and pinch the soft flesh of my midriff between your finger and thumb, squeezing hard and twisting. The pain sears like steam and I try to cry out but only a dull moan escapes the gag. "Ah you look lovely positioned like that Fiona my pet." Posed this way, I'm bent slightly forward, spread and stretched into the ultimate erotic pose, but my wrists are throbbing, my arms feel like lead and worst of all, my bowels keep oozing and chafing around the plug. God, I wish I were irresistible! I'd give anything for you to feel so moved by my misery that you took me down and fucked me tenderly now. The camera flashes again and again, with my last reserves of energy, I begin another strenuous attempt to expel the butt-plug. "I'm going to whip you." You whisper brandishing the riding crop. "A dozen stripes across your perfect derriere. Remain very still. If you move I may hurt you more than I intend to." The polished hardwood floor spins before my eyes under the heat and glare of the photographic lights but as you flourish the whip, everything snaps back into sharp focus. You hold it out for me to see, thin and black with all the venomous menace of a rearing cobra. It looks exactly as you described it would. I watch it like a hypnotized rabbit, then your arm flicks rapidly and the whistling arc of it cuts the air so close to my face that I feel it like a fingertip's caress across my cheek. Flinching and trembling, fear crawls across my skin and slithers, cold and shuddering into my orifices as you touch me with the tip of it, brushing it lightly down my torso. Slowly, gently, you begin to feel my breasts. You lift them tenderly and suck on the swollen nipples. As I shudder with passion your teeth close around one stiff teat, sending blinding waves of electricity through my body. I feel your hand between my thighs and then the smooth thrust of your fingers entering me. I bite into the gag as you pull the butt-plug out. The white heat of its passing out of my rectum hurts me more than anything has ever hurt in my whole life. I shudder and tremble as you finger me hardly noticing when you change your grip, inserting your thumb in my anus and two fingers in my pussy. When you kneel between my thighs, I tell myself that everything's okay again and you're trying to excite me. You nudge the lips of my cunt apart, nibbling, caressing with long strokes of your tongue. It spirals around my pearl until I'm squirming on the verge of orgasm. I feel your hands forcing my thighs wider, pulling my body into a bow as you get to your feet. My weight, swinging on my wrists is suddenly forgotten as you raise the sleek black switch. I cringe and bite down on the gag as my whole world flares blood red and barbs of pain tear into me like silver hooks. I sway on the rope, blood pounding in my temples, watching you ready yourself to hit me again. If the gag wasn't in my mouth I would beg you to stop - promise you anything! I try to avoid the second stroke and it lands on the outside of my thigh and again my whole universe turns blood red. After the third or forth stroke I lose count and lose the will to resist. I no longer care. Tears run down my face and under the gag. I can't believe how cruel you are. The white heat explodes every few seconds across my bottom and thighs. The camera flashes again, "I know I had planned to only give you twelve" You say breathlessly, "but…" Your foot sweeps mine away and as I dangle spinning and screaming inside my head, the whip bites into my calves, shoulders and back in a flurry of blows so fast that everything stings and smarts at once. Vertigo throws a black cloak over me as I hear you say from so far away. "My pet, oh my beautiful pet… those are the last words I hear you speak…. Face down on your bed, naked, my wrists still shackled, every breath a symphony of aches and stinging glowing heat. You're kneeling beside me, cool strong hands moving in circles over my shoulders massaging cream into the welts. I lie perfectly still, too drained even to wince as your hands soothe the bruised flesh of my back and thighs. I don't even move, and I recall nothing, when you slide your fingers into my anus to apply the cream there. I take a big breath and exhale slowly. Everything stings aches, and throbs. Though the gag is gone I have nothing to say. I feel you beside me, I hope I pleased you." My pet you were so wonderful-gave such a fine performance for me. Welcome home my sweet pet-this haven is now yours and you shall never leave me. In the morning we shall have more lessons, there is so much you need to learn" You tell me. I know now that I don't need to say anything because I have the power. The power I had longed for, the power of another to Own Me. To use me and love me. I know I'm as special to you now as any woman will ever be. You excite me gently, kissing my welts and bruises, pouring your kisses into my mouth and my liquefying womb, tonguing my wounded rear. Later as you fuck me as if you're running a marathon, smooth deep strokes plunging into my upturned womb with perfect precision, I say all those dirty little things you love to hear. I want you to know how special you are because you already know how special I am. I Own You I get the call that he is minutes away. I am to put a blindfold on and wait by the door in my black robe only. My heart is pounding as I turn out the lights and place the blindfold on at the door. My nipples are so hard they ache, and I can feel the wetness between my legs, wondering if I should clean up or just wait there wet. The decision is made for me because I suddenly hear footsteps on the porch. Master is here!!! I hear the door knob turn and I freeze. My heart is now pounding. The door opens and he is so close I can hear him breathe and feel the heat from his body. I take a deep breath. He says nothing, but leads me blindfolded into the room and places me on a chair. I just try to be calm and wait, while he cuffs my hands behind my back, locking them. Then he spreads my thighs wide open and ties my ankles to the chair legs. I am fully exposed for his eyes. I take a deep breath knowing he's looking at me and praying that I don't disappoint him. The cool air on my skin makes my breasts rise and my nipples grow hard. I sit up straight in the chair, listening and waiting. I can hear him move around in the room, wondering what he is doing. Suddenly I feel his hot breath over my left breast, and then teeth scratching over the soft skin. I sob quietly when he buries his teeth in my nipple and the intense pain is shooting through my body. A short laugh leaves his lips as he gives the other nipple attention. The great mixture of pain and pleasure makes me wet, and I can feel my juices run down the crack of my ass, making the chair damp. Something cold and hard is moving over my shoulder, neck and down to my nipple. Preparing myself for what's to come, I throw my head back and gasp for air as the nipple clamp slowly locks around the flesh. He does the same thing on the other nipple. He backs off a little to watch the emotions run over my face. I am sitting helpless and with a total lack of power; left out to his will and his wishes. The pain in my nipples comes in waves. A new one is hitting me just after the first one has faded away. Focused on dealing with the pain I chew on my lower lip. A new sound breaks the silence, but I can't identify what it is until I feel cold steel against my cheek. Then he cuts the blindfold off with a sharp knife. Holding my breath, I try to focus on the knife, staring at it; the bright shimmer from the blade when it catches the candlelight. Then my eyes move up to smile at my Master. I love the feeling of being owned by him, and the honor of his attention. The knife slowly starts to explore my body, going over my face, the cold steel a contrast to my hot skin. I force myself to sit completely still as the point moves over my lips, then slides over my jaw and down my neck. He plays with it over my shoulder and then holds it against my neck while he leans forward to run his tongue over my lips. I suck his tongue into my mouth. He lets me kiss him for a while before he pulls back and holds two fingers in front of my face against my lips. I smile because he knows I love doing this. I open my mouth and rest my tongue on my lower lip, waiting with my eyes begging. I start breathing harder as he pushes his fingers in between my lips and slowly fucks my mouth. Happy and pleased, I close my lips tightly around his fingers. Slowly, he increases the pace until he is pumping his fingers fast and hard into my mouth. I keep my mouth locked carefully, sucking passionately on them and covering them with my spit. Then he stops with the fingers all the way in, looking at me with a demanding expression in his eyes. He pulls his fingers out and puts the knife next to me on the chair. Then he stands and opens his pants. Breathing hard, and sitting in my own juices, I watch carefully as he unzips his pants and pushes them and his boxers down over his hips . I take a deep breath as I watch his hard cock throbbing in front of me. He comes close to me, grabs my hair and raps it around his hand before roughly jerking my head backwards then leans forward to bite my neck. I sob in submission as my head starts to ache from the hand pulling my hair, my eyes move to his cock that is so close to my arm. I am looking up at him and my eyes are asking if I may serve him. He grabs my hair harder and pulls it back even further, making it hard for me to breath. After smiling down at me, an almost diabolical smile, he closes his hand around his cock and rubs the head against my lips to cover them with pre-cum. I can feel the heat and smell him. I can feel my insides throb with excitement. Eager to please, I stick out my tongue and I play with my tongue around the head of his cock. When I hear him moan with pleasure he takes a step forward. I moan as I take long hungry licks along his shaft, until I have explored the whole length. I reach forward with the tip of my tongue to lick his balls. Then I caress the sensitive skin between them. With the wonderful sound of his moans in my ears, I suck his balls one by one into my mouth and play with them. Then I reach back to let my tongue run over his asshole. I can feel his body tense as he fights to keep control of himself. He pulls back and presses his face right up against mine. His voice is low and demanding. I moan when he tells me he is going to fuck my face so hard it will be sore for days. He glances over to the flogger on the floor as a reminder that my face is not the only thing that will be sore when he is done with me. With one hand buried in my hair and the other one holding my face, he slowly thrusts his hard cock in between my lips. I let my tongue play, licking, playing and teasing. A little pre-cum is oozing out and is filling my mouth with his delicious taste. My eyes wide open, I stare up at my master as he starts to thrust deeper and deeper. He still keeps a slow speed. My lips are closed to massage the shaft and I feel the glans rest on the back of my tongue as he presses himself down my throat. The look in his eyes is loving but also warning, and I struggle to suppress the reflex and suck him deeper. I can feel him growing bigger and harder, increasing the speed as he starts face fucking me, thrusting his cock all the way to fill my mouth and throat. His grip of my face gets firmer and he pumps in and out almost brutally, but still carefully studying my face for reactions. He smiles down at me when he sees how much I am enjoying his savage treatment. My jaw starts aching and my face feels tense, my lips swollen and red from being stretched around his hard cock. The sounds I am making are muffled by the cock filling my mouth. Tears rise in my eyes as he uses me as his little cocksucking toy, forcing total submission from me. I try to blink them away and focus on pleasing my master. I feel him reach down and wipe them off with a gentle thumb. I can't keep myself from rubbing my thighs against each other. The blood is pumping fast in my body and the pleasure of serving my master and the feel of his taste is almost consuming me. Eager to make him cum I suck harder and he seems glad to see the devotion on my face. Then he stops, with his whole cock in my mouth so my nose is being pressed against his pubic hair. Impatiently, I try to play with my tongue, hungry for what's to come. He knows his cumslut well, and pulls back to make a final deep thrust before he starts filling my throat and mouth with his load. His fingers hold my chin up, and he orders me to not let anything get wasted. Sucking greedily, milking his cock, I nod. A growl comes from him as he is cumming in my mouth and he locks his eyes on mine. For a little while he lets his cock rest on my tongue and as it begins to soften. When he pulls out, he rubs the sticky head over my face to cover it with cum and spit. I quietly smile up at him and he pushes it back in my mouth and I suck it clean. When I get the chance to catch my breath and my heart stops beating so hard, I can feel my jaw aching in protest. But just thinking of him in my mouth makes the blood pulse faster and ache in other places longing for him. To make me come back to his world, my master leans forward to kiss me deeply. He can taste himself in my mouth, and his kiss gets more demanding while one hand moves down to roughly squeeze my tits. I gasp for air when his hand moves further down and his hand rubs my belly, hips, and finally ending on my thigh. With circulating moves his hand reaches the spot where he can easily discover how dripping wet my cunt, inner thighs and ass are. He quickly pushes my knees even wider apart and looks at the chair covered with my juices. Then he looks up at me and I can't help blushing a little when I look into his eyes. He gives my nose a fast kiss before reaching over to take up his knife. Mixed feelings of excitement and nervousness fill me when I see the knife coming closer. He lifts my chin and forces me to look at him for a long time, convincing me that he would never want to do anything to ruin my trust or love. I stretch my arms slightly, which causes intense pain to go down my back as they have been hold in the same position behind my back for so long. But when the knife gently touches my skin my entire focus is on the cold steel. I look at it while it lifts up a nipple, with the nipple clamp on the blade. Holding my breath I can see the nipple growing even harder as a response. He reaches forward to lick the nipple, and then blows on it. Then the knife moves down over my belly and reaches my cunt. I stare at the knife with open mouth as my master, sitting between my knees, let the steel tease over my thighs. Carefully, he cuts my panties off, and lifts them to his face to breathe in the scent. Then he holds them in my face before putting them in my mouth. Pleased with this, he spreads my cunt lips with his fingers and slowly moves the knife from my thigh to my cunt. I am sitting on the chair relaxed and trusting him to do whatever he wishes. I am so excited it is almost physically painful. The knife strokes my wet cunt lips, making me feel vulnerable and helpless. When he reaches his goal, and lifts my clit carefully with the knife, I bite hard on my panties to avoid screaming. Blinking rapidly, I see him lean down to lick my clitoris and the sensation is so intense I feel like I'm about to faint. Knowing exactly how to touch me, he lets his tongue play over my clit as an erotic contrast to the sharp knife. He can see I'm getting closer to the edge, but he is not ready to push me over yet, so he backs off. I can see myself through his eyes, his slut tied up and perfectly exposed. Then he points with an accusing finger at the big spot with cunt juices on the chair. Harshly, he grabs my hair and pulls my head down so I see what he is pointing at. He asks me what it is, but since my mouth is full with my panties he doesn't wait for an answer. Instead he unlocks my ankles and turns me around so I face the chair. I look up at him with dark eyes of lust as he takes my panties out of my mouth. Then I lean down to lick up my own sweet juices, which only results in more of what is running down my thighs. When it all is gone, he gives his approval and says I did well. But, he says I still need to be disciplined. He sinks down behind me and grabs me from behind, moving his firm hands over my body and groping me. The touch is making me weak and I lean back against his strong body. He kisses my neck and makes me whimper like a puppy, but then he unlocks my hands and orders me to stay on all fours to take my punishment. I hear him lift the flogger and test it against the palm of his hand, and I push up my ass in the air. I love what will come next. I welcome it and I wait for it. But it doesn't land on my cheeks. Instead he holds it in front of me and orders me to kiss it, showing my submission for him. I hurry to kiss it with my still swollen lips. I breathe in the smell of leather, which forever will be associated with this. Then, finally I feel the leather straps land on my ass and turn the skin pink. It lands fast twice in a row, just above the place where the cheek meets the thigh, and then repeatedly on the other cheek. It doesn't hurt yet, it only makes me aroused. But after the third slap, I squirm and I sob out the pain and pleasure. He is marking me as his property. He grabs my hair in a firm grip and pulls my head back to bend my body. The position makes me groan and gasp for air, and he starts spanking me with various paces and strengths. Soon the pale skin has turned dark pink and is pulsing and burning, making me shiver and turn my knees weak. The hand forcing my head back is a steady reminder of who owns me. When he changes position a little I can feel his hard shaft poking me, proving that it is turning him on just as much as me. I lick my dry lips and beg to be fucked brutally with his hard cock. He jerks my head back by pulling my hair, until I am standing on my knees. Then he place his mouth next to my ear, and tells me he can punish me perfectly well with his cock instead of his flogger, but that this time he will do both at the same time. Firmly he places me back on all fours and positions his cock by my cunt. Just to tease me, he rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit, lubricating it with my wetness. I scream with surprise when he jams his cock in balls deep on the first thrust. Letting go of my hair, he keeps pounding his turgid cock in me as deep as he can, fucking me almost furiously. Juices from me run down his balls and make both of us sticky, and he keeps thrusting so roughly it starts to hurt. I sob with pain and pleasure, helpless as he is using my body like a fuck doll, pulling me to him by my hips on each thrust. My cunt contracts in protest, but it is easy for him to thrust through it as the tightness only gives more pleasure. He presses my upper body down against the floor so my nipples will rub against the carpet, and the friction from the nipple clamps there, making me shiver. When I moan loudly, he reaches around and finds my clit. With a firm finger he starts playing with it, still moving in and out brutally. I cry out loud when the orgasm hits me and I start cramping around his cock. My cunt muscles are squeezing and milking him while he pushes himself even deeper. The sensitivity from me cumming makes me realize how sore my cunt is, and my cunt is getting sore from his demanding thrusts. His hand leaves my clit and he starts spanking me while he grinds. Each time he pushes in, he makes sure to rub his thighs against my ass and in return I lean back wanting him deeper and harder. It makes the burning feelings stronger; just the touch with the whipped skin is enough to make me shiver hard. Pain comes from my ass being spanked, from the cock punishing my cunt, the hand in my hair and the nipples with clamps against the carpet. I start crying softly, the emotions are too strong and intense. Yet when I open my mouth, it is to beg him to take me harder. He asks me who I am, and before I can talk I have to lick my dry lips. I tell him I am his little slut to use and abuse, to give orders to and treat like a sex slave. As an answer to my words, he starts pumping faster, hammering his cock in me furiously. Then he pulls me up on all four by my hair, and reaches around to remove the nipple clamps. I scream when the blood runs back to them and it goes black before my eyes. At the same time he cums hard in my cunt and I cry out as I climax with him. I can feel our cum run down my thighs when he pulls out, and roughly pulls me around so I lay down when he sits over me. I am still groggy from cumming when he offers his sticky cock, rubbing it against my lips. I open my mouth and he pushes it in for me to suck clean. When I use my tongue over the underside I hear him groan. My mouth is filled by cum from both of us, with my swollen lips stretched around his cock. When he decides he is clean, he pulls out and sits back watching me. I lay on my back breathing hard, no strength left, and with my head spinning. My whole body is pulsing. With my eyes closed, I hear him coming back, and I slowly sit up on my knees. I open my eyes to see him. He holds a collar in front of me while he looks into my eyes. I lean my head back to expose my neck and he reaches down to lock it around it. Then he presses his lips against mine and whispers "I OWN YOU!!" I Own You Bitch (Warning. If racial slurs truly offend you skip this story.) * "I can't believe it. My boy is out there right now trying to get a job to keep a roof over our heads and here you are with that thing!" Mrs. Brenan snarled as she walked into the room where Angie was trying to hide her vibrator. Her daughter blushed hotly and remained frozen in place, her shapely rump thrust high into the air with her knees still on the bed. Her breasts swayed beneath her as she leaned over the edge of the bed in the process of secreting her dildo back to its secret hiding place beneath her dresser. Angie's eyes darted to the cell phone that held her fate. She didn't know how long her Janet had been in the room, she did know that there were photos on that phone that would cost her her marriage if they got out. Mrs. Brenan, Janet, kept walking into the room where her nude daughter was so lewdly displayed. "You're just a worthless black bitch. It hasn't even been a year and you can't remain loyal to him inside his own home." Janet hissed stepping closer to Angie. "You can't talk to me like that!" Angie finally shouted tossing the dildo to its place and sitting up. "You haven't paid for shit around here since I got here!" Angie screamed covering her tits with one hand her freshly pleasured pussy with the other. "I'm his mother! You're a worthless black bitch!" Janet screamed running to the edge of the bed and then stopping to take a deep breath. "I know what you are Angie. . I'll send the pictures of you whoring yourself to your dildo to Jake and we'll see which one of us he kicks out. His dear old mother or his nigger bitch!" Angie lowered her head slightly focusing on the corner of the bed for no reason she could really figure out. "Then we can send you back to live with your parents!" Janet taunted. Tears welled up in Angie's eyes. "Oh wait, your parents don't want you back do they? So what if we kick you out? You'd just be a street cunt. You think you could earn enough turning tricks to keep a roof over your head?" Angie sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes. Janet was right of course. Jake had done a damn good job of separating her from her friends over the last two years. There was nobody else to turn to. "What do you want?" Angie asked staring down at her knees. Janet laughed and told her that she wanted Angie to be her house nigger. Angie flushed with anger until Janet reminded her what would happen if she and Jake got a divorce which would certainly happen if he saw what a slut she was. If she was lucky her parents would take her in. The fact was if Jake decided he wanted a divorce she'd more than likely find herself on the streets. "What do I want?" Janet mused stepping closer to the bed. "I think I want you out of my house." She teased looking at her phone and scrolling through the pictures. "I always knew you were a fucking good for nothing piece of shit whore." Angie looked to the floor fresh hot tears rolling down her cheeks. "If I get you out of here then I can have my baby boy back." "Please Mrs. Brenan don't tell Jake." Angie sobbed. "Fine you can stay here as my house nigger." Janet said standing over Angie. The anger flashed back into Angie's eyes and she leapt to her feet. Her entire body was trembling with rage her hand twitching slightly as she resisted the urge to slap her mother. "Go on, slap me. Make it that much easier to convince Jake you're a cheating whore who doesn't respect his Mother." The rage flared up again stronger this time but she knew Janet was right and the rage subsided. "Ok." Of course that wasn't even close to good enough. Janet wanted to break Angie's spirit completely. The bitch deserved it for stealing her son away and besides Angie was only barely human to Janet. Janet deserved to be treated and addressed with respect. "Yes ma'am." That was better, for the moment anyway. Tears were pouring from Angie's eyes as she looked up at Janet knowing full well the woman was going to make her life hell. "On your knees." Angie's eyes widened in horror but she willed her body to move kneeling at Janet's feet. "Kiss my feet." Angie took a deep breath and lowered herself to Janet's foot and lightly placed her lips against it. She noticed in a sudden horror that her mother was wearing her shoes. Her favorite pair of grey heels with the straps crossing over her toes, then again at the back of the ankle. "You're wearing my shoes." Angie whimpered. "Your shoes? Bitch you don't even own the hair on your goddamn head." To make her point Janet reached out and snatched a fistful of Angie's hair twisting it until Angie cried out. Then Janet released her. "Shut the fuck up. Nobody wants to listen to your fat ass cry." Janet spat. "I don't want your tears all over my fine shoes either and I didn't say you could stop kissing them either. You can just keep kissing them until I find something better to do with you." Angie pressed her lips to Janet's feet again and again sniffling back her tears. It just felt so right to have Angie at her feet, it was sending tiny chills up Janet's spine each time her daughter humiliated herself. "Enough bitch go get your vibrator. I think it's time you showed me what was worth cheating on my boy for." Janet said and walked out of the room. Angie fetched the dildo and followed Janet into her room across the hall. "Undress me." Angie nodded and set the dildo aside and started unfastening the buttons of Janet's blouse. She'd never really taken the time to notice before but Janet was attractive for her age. The sun and age had bleached her formerly dirty blonde hair a pure gold that seemed to be a startling contrast from her dark brown eyes. There were a few light lines around her eyes and the corners of her mouth, not enough to make her unattractive though. She might not have the forty double d chest that Angie boasted but she wasn't unfortunate in the chest department either. It was obvious that Janet was enjoying this rare opportunity to flaunt her body. She worked hard to keep her figure trim, not having a job let her spend plenty of time in the pool keeping her in shape. She shrugged her shirt off then turned around letting Angie have an easier time with her bra. At just the shy side of fifty the days of her breasts standing up on their own were past but the healthy bust was nothing to be ashamed of, a fact that several of Jake's friends had accidently let her know with their bold gazes and tented slacks. "Back on your knees." Angie obeyed the command putting her at eye level with Janet's crotch. She continued to undress the older woman, unfastening her pants and sliding the zipper down. The denim was practically painted on forcing Angie to turn the fabric inside out to get them off. Angie felt a sob hit the back of her throat as she unfastened the straps of what used to be her best pair of heels and removed them from Janet's feet. "Kiss them." Angie did as she was told then removed Janet's jeans laying them on the floor. It was hard to deny that Janet had well toned thighs that fed up into a small tight butt that was wrapped in pair of plain white panties. Angie was face to groin with Janet as she pulled the panties down. "Kiss it." It wasn't the first time Angie had been face down in another woman's crotch. It was something she'd missed out on since her marriage so she wasn't uncomfortable with that. Though she was shocked the church going mother was interested in her that way. Janet kept her sex trimmed to a short fuzz and her lips were completely bared. Angie leaned close and kissed Janet's pussy. "More, I want to feel your tongue in it." Janet wrapped one leg around Angie's shoulders pulling the younger woman forward. At the same time she sat down on the edge of her bed. "That's it bitch, just like that. Lick Mama's twat." She crooned. Angie did as she was told skillfully lapping at Janet's clit. Angie let her eyes slide shut as she continued licking Janet's pussy. "Get the dildo, make me cum." Angie reached back grabbing the silver phallus and slowly pushed it into Janet's slit. As the dildo vanished into Janet's cunt Angie kissed, licked and sucked at her clit feverishly trying to end the experience. She found herself moaning after just the first minute. It was the taste, she'd forgotten what a woman tasted like but having Janet's juices coating her tongue had quickly reminded her what that was like. Angie shut her eyes and just enjoyed the flavor of a woman on her tongue for the first time in years. "That's it bitch. Make. Me. Cum!" Janet was having a hard time breathing by that point. Her chest hitching with each jolt the young black girl sent through her frame. The girl kneeling between Janet's thighs was probably the best pussy eater Janet had ever had. It wasn't going to take long for the orgasm to rock through her body. She'd been denied satisfaction for too long as well. Her words were starting to be punctuated with gasps for air until finally she wrapped her legs around Angie's head squeezing down as the rest of her body shuddered. When Janet finally released Angie the young woman was gasping for air and there was a sound at the door. Jake was home. "Get in your room, girl. We'll handle the rest of this later. Don't go getting any ideas or you'll be out on the street so fast your head will spin." "Yes ma'am." Angie whispered then dashed across the hall back too her room and leapt into the shower. She didn't want the stink of that woman on her when her husband kissed her. It wasn't until the next day she even realized she'd left behind the dildo. I Own Your Big Beautiful Body Big Strong BBWs make the nicest slaves. This is a story of an older man who turns his 18 year old big bodied coworker into his submissive love slave. Caution: contains some pain and abuse which I don't condone since I adore BIG bodied women. Just a fantasy to OWN one of these luscious ladies. If you don't like BBWs, please don't read. * It was 9:00 a.m. and I was settling into my cubicle to begin the day's purchasing orders when I heard the boss, Ms. Brownstone. "This will be your cubicle Darlene. Why don't you get settled while I go make a few phone calls, then I will be back and introduce you around the office." I knew we were getting a new Purchasing agent, so I calmly turned my head as I saw Darlene squeeze her massive frame into the small office chair. I knew she had to top the scales at 360 pounds and on what I guessed was her 5'5" frame, she was a vision to behold. She had a beautiful full round baby face, with jet black hair flowing to below her shoulders. I surveyed her tanned massive legs, with her skirt stopping about three inches above her knees. She was wearing white sandals since it was pushing 95 degrees in a tough July in the Nations Capital. Her toenails were polished in a light shade of pink, which made my dick jump at the thought of devouring each toe slowly in my mouth. I could see the rolls of flesh layered in the light material of her dress, and almost creamed in my pants as I watched her bend to retrieve a pen and expose the mountainous breasts, nearly totally exposed by the scooped neck of her dress. I loved the way she blushed as she sat back up and caught me staring directly at her. She couldn't hold my eye contact and with a shy smile, turned back to her computer terminal. I knew at that point I had to make this large young Goddess my property by the end of the day. At 38, I hadn't seen many women that interested me since my divorce 3 years ago, but this young shy beauty definitely made me want her, so I slowly rose from the chair and moved toward her. Even though I am only 5'5" and 130, I have always been very assertive and aggressive, going after what I wanted. My "ex" couldn't take my need to dominate, so we had parted, fairly amicably. I moved within a foot of her chair and extended my hand in greeting. "Hi. I'm Gerry Richards." She shyly took my hand, but had an incredibly strong grip. I knew that beautiful fleshy body would contain an enormous amount of power, and it was my goal to tame it and make it serve me. "Nice to meet you Gerry. I am Darlene Gibson." I noticed the engagement ring on her left hand, but no wedding band. As she turned her back to me and studied the computer monitor, I moved behind her and gently put my hands on her shoulders and began to knead her soft flesh. "What are you doing Gerry?" "Just getting the kinks out before you start your day. Feels good doesn't it?" "Well yes. But I don't know if you should be touching me since we just met, and doing it at work just doesn't seem right." "Don't worry about that. Just relax." After five minutes, Darlene's eyes were closed and her head began to bob and circle in relaxed bliss. "I'd like to get to know you better Darlene, so I want you to treat me to lunch at 1:00." "No way!" I firmly held her shoulders to keep her from twisting around and with a smile, plunged both hands into her bra, firmly grabbing a nipple in each hand and twisting it roughly. Shocked and embarrassed, Darlene looked around, and grabbed at my hands, but that only made me twist harder, and her to stifle a scream of pain. "Please Gerry. You're hurting me. Okay...okay, I will treat you to lunch. Please let go." "On one condition. You spend the evening at my place, and we get to know each other a little better." "Please. I can't. I am supposed to meet my fiancé tonight for dinner and a movie." I released one nipple, picked up the phone and handed it to her, and once again twisted the nipple I still held as I told her to cancel. "Please please, stop hurting me. Okay; I will. I will." I eased up on her nipples enough to let her voice get back to normal as she explained to "Michael" that she would have to work late and would see him another time." I rubbed her nipples gently as she hung up the phone and felt them respond and harden to my sensitive loving touch. "That was very good Darlene. You won't regret canceling. Now please remove your panties and hand them over. You will no longer wear panties to work, or anywhere in my presence." "Please Gerry. This has gone far enough." I grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her head back as I twisted her hardened nipple with my other hand and whispered in her ear, "Never again deny any request I make of you. Understood?... Understood?" "Yes. Please. I'll do as you ask. Please just stop hurting me." "The panties....now!" I released her hair and began to caress the fleshy mounds of her breasts once again as she moved a hand on each side of her dress and pushed the huge white silky panties over her quivering thighs and down her calves. Shyly she gathered the huge garment into her hand and offered it to me. I could see the yellow stained crotch, covered with about ten pubic hairs and I drew it to my nose and inhaled deeply taking in her wonderful aroma. I continued to caress her breasts as I leaned over and began to run gentle kisses and bites up and down her neck, biting her earlobe and French kissing her ear with my hungry tongue and warm breath. I whispered into her ear, "You smell heavenly Darlene. Welcome to Fairfield Incorporated," and I returned to my cubicle to put my panty prize in my top drawer. When Ms. Brownstone returned, Darlene's face was still flushed with a combination of fear and arousal. When it was my turn to be introduced, I calmly smiled and said, "Oh Darlene and I have already become good friends. In fact we are going to lunch together. Isn't that right Darlene?" Looking down at the floor, Darlene whispered, "Yes. Yes, that's right." I smiled as I watched Darlene and the boss move to the next cubicle as Darlene walked rigidly, not wanting her skirt to rise up and show her large naked buttocks. She returned to her cube twenty minutes later and began to get to work. I couldn't get enough of staring at her massive 18 year old body, and I picked up my phone and dialed her extension. "Hi Darlene. How do your bare pussy and ass feel against the silky material of your dress? Are you nice and wet pretty lady?" She whispered back, "Why are you doing this to me?" "You'll find out in time. Right now though, I would like you to turn slowly in your chair, and spread your beautiful meaty legs so I can see how hairy you are." "Oh my God. I can't. What if someone should walk by?" "Darlene. Remember what I said about not questioning me? You don't want me to come over there and punish you do you?" "No.... No I don't." I watched as she silently turned her chair and body to face me, then spread her thighs as wide as the arms of the chair would allow her. The site was incredible, with a thick patch of black, moist pubic hair, calling out to be licked and enjoyed. "Ah yes. You are a very beautiful young woman Darlene. You may turn around and go back to work now, and I will see you at lunch." I hung up with a smile on my face and processed orders for the 3 hours remaining before lunch. We went down to the garage and I instructed her to drive, so we climbed into her little Toyota Camry and she started the car. I stopped her from putting the car in gear by saying, "Before we head out, I want you to pull your skirt up over your hips and rest it on your waist." "Please....I just can't. Don't make me...." I roughly squeezed her cheeks together with my strong fingers and bellowed "Do it!...now!" With shaking hands she slowly moved the skirt up over her hips, providing me with my first unobstructed view of her hairy young pussy. I released her cheeks and let my fingers gently caress her soft fleshy thighs. "That's better Darlene. You are a very beautiful woman." I let my fingers caress her thighs and listened to her breathing become more labored as she drove to Matteli's while I inched my way closer to her moist opening. Reaching the bottom of her slit, I gently moved my fingers up her length, and caused her to gasp as I reached her clit and gave it a tender pinch. I inserted first one, then two fingers into her warm moist cavern, and was pleased as her body began to hump my fingers with a will of its own. Arriving at Matteli's I removed my fingers and licked them before sniffing them for her musky aroma. "From now on Darlene, when you pee, you are not to wipe your pussy. Understand?" Almost pliant as she tried to regain her breath, she stared at the wheel and meekly said, "Yes Sir." "Oh, I like that. In private, you will address me as Sir, but at the office or in public, I am Gerry." "Yes Sir. I understand." I smiled as we exited the car and moved into the restaurant to be seated at a table in the rear. Before the waiter arrived, I bent to remove my right shoe and sock and placed them under the table. After placing our order for spaghetti, salad and wine, I leaned back and slowly extended my leg so my bare foot parted Darlene's legs and crept up into her furry mound. She was still moist from my fingers in the car, and although I startled her, I had taught her well not to deny me. I gently began running my toes up and down her lips and I began to simultaneously caress her forearm. "Have you been with many men Darlene?" "No Sir...only two." Once again her breathing was becoming labored and face flushed with passion as I put more pressure on her sensitive lips and clitoris. "You like what I'm doing to you Darlene?" Shyly she whispered, "Yes Sir." "I am going to teach you lots of new things tonight, and by the end of the evening, you will be ready to tell Michel goodbye, and will be available for only me. Understood?" I didn't like the length of time she paused, so I slammed the ball of my foot into her crotch, causing her to shriek...."Yes....Yes...I understand." Lunch was served and as I continued to caress her with my foot I was quickly falling in love as I watched her pile the forkfuls of spaghetti into her full pouting lips. I drove her to three orgasms, causing her nearly to choke each time on a mouthful of food. By the end of lunch, I knew she was satiated both from hunger and lust, and would have done anything for me at that point. I put on my sock and shoe and we returned to the office, but neither of us were very productive for the rest of the day. I smelled her wonderful aroma on my fingers and after she visited the ladies room twice, I made her spread her legs and sit on the table of her cube to be cleaned by my tongue and lips. The salty taste was divine and the scent was intoxicating. This young teen was definitely getting under my skin and I couldn't wait until 5:00. Finally quitting time rolled around and we headed to the garage where I instructed her to follow me to my home. I thought her nerves would have calmed considering everything we had been through during the day, but she was like the fidgeting scared little 18 year old that she was as we entered my condo. I closed the door, then pushed her large body back against the door, took her face in my hand and kissed her roughly, pushing my tongue into her mouth, exploring every crevice and causing her to moan as I caressed her massive breasts. We broke the kiss, both of us winded, and yearning for more. I instructed her to remove her clothes and she resisted one again. "Please no, Sir. I'm so...fat." I quickly reached underneath her short skirt and grabbed hold of her pubic hair, making her cry out in pain. "Oh my God! Stop! Please! I'll do it!" I released her and stepped back as she slowly slid the dress off her shoulders and down her thighs, and stood, in only her bra. I couldn't stop myself from getting a huge erection as I took in the massive belly and layers of flesh. When she removed her bra, her huge breasts exploded, jiggling madly and coming to rest sagging towards her stomach. They were tipped off my two massive brown aureoles and nipples, and I could feel my heart nearly hammering out of my body. "Turn around slowly please." Gingerly she did as I directed and I was blessed with the first view of her beautiful full ass and long crack. Between the sexy broad crack, I could see a thin line of black hairs, which drove me crazy and I had to advance behind her. I ran one hand over her breasts and nipples as I ran fingers up and down her ass crack. I kissed and licked her neck and whispered in her ear, "You're beautiful Darlene. I'm going to inspect your ass, so I want you to remain still." "Please don't Sir. I might smell bad back there." I delivered a hard smack to her beautiful bottom, causing her flesh to redden and jiggle provocatively. "No more resistance. I am getting tired of saying it." "Yes Sir." I slowly moved to my knees and began to knead the soft layered flesh. I parted the opening and ran my nose up and down her slit, taking in her slit. The faint natural scent of her was intoxicating and I continued to smell her gorgeous body for 2-3 minutes, then I had to taste her beautiful flesh. Slowly I ran my tongue from top to bottom of her crevice, causing her moan but otherwise remain silent. After a minute of teasing her ridge, I slowly began working my way further into her until finally I reached her puckered opening. I ran circles around it, then sucked the opening into my mouth, and finally inserted my tongue, causing her to cry out with pleasure. "Do you like that Darlene? You may speak." "Oh Sir, No one has ever done that to me before, or made me feel such pleasure. Please let me try to bring you as much pleasure." "In time, my beautiful lady. In time. I want you to understand my mouth has claimed your full beautiful ass as mine, and right now I want you to get on all fours down on the floor. I need to test just how well you are willing to listen to me and do as I ask." Tentatively she moved into position with her large breasts hanging halfway to the floor and her beautiful ass open for my viewing pleasure. Her massive stomach sagged provocatively, and her flesh showed ripples of soft flesh on her sides. I wanted to devour this large sexy teen. Slowly I moved up to her delicious body and explained to her my demands. "I want to feel the strength in your young body Darlene, so I plan to use you as my horse. I plan to direct you on which way to turn by having two fingers inserted in your rectum and whichever way I point to, is the direction you will go. Understood?. Darlene began to almost whimper, begging me not to, which drew another hard slap to her delicious ass. After I was convinced that she would resist no further, I mounted her back and wrapped my legs around her full bodied middle. It was all I could do to cross my ankles; my lovely lady was so large. I inserted two fingers slowly into her asshole, which felt moist, warm and delicious. I lifted my fingers up, and she understood by advancing forward. I had her turn right, left, forward and reverse for three minutes, then I slowly withdrew my fingers, and directed her to lie on the couch with her feet on the coffee table. "You did a very good job Darlene, now I wish to feast on your toes while you rest before our next lesson in love." I gently separated each beautiful polished toe and sucked on them for 15 minutes like a mother to a baby's breast. Darlene moaned with pleasure and after being told that she could play with her pussy, she made herself come twice as I devoured her toes. I then led her into my bedroom where I had the final lesson planned for the evening. While she stood by the bed, I moved her hands behind her back and cuffed them. I then placed her on the bed, her chest lying flat as she kneeled with her ass in the air. I stripped off my clothes and scooted my smaller body beneath her, so my head was even with her ass and pussy. "I want you to slowly lower your pussy, until it is completely covering my mouth. The scent of her was already driving me crazy, but became stronger as she lowered herself, then her beautiful hairy pussy covered me completely flooding my mouth with her delicious nectar. I lapped every drop and crevice, lost in her taste, with her massive weight pummeling me as she bucked wildly. She came, flattening out with her full weight on me, letting out a primal scream of pleasure. Recovering a bit, she quickly panicked, realizing she was on me, and rose up. I merely licked my lips, wanting every last drop of my bronzed beauty, then moved out from under her, directed her to move back to the edge of the bed, and I took my five inch dick in my hand and ran the head up and down her slit. I inserted an inch and held it inside her. "Do you want my dick Darlene?" "Yes Sir. Please shove it in me." I moved in another inch, teasing my sexy teen. "Whose pussy am I about to fuck?" "Yours and only yours Sir. Please fuck me hard and fast." I gave her jiggling ass a hard swat. "Patience lovely one. At my pace." I teased her with another inch, then slowly withdrew, waited, then plunged my full member into her tight warm pussy calling her to cry out, but avoid speaking." "You may speak Darlene." "Oh God, that felt incredible. Please do me again Sir." I rammed my rod into her beautiful body for 20 more minutes, varying my pace, and recording 3 orgasms from her, then her golden pussy really began to clamp down on my rod and suck me in with incredible pressure, and I came, shooting a huge gusher into her big body for over 30 seconds. I lay spent and exhausted on her back, still inside her until my cock went soft. I released the handcuffs, but she lay winded on her stomach and I crawled up to once again whisper in her ear. "Who owns your ass?" "You do sir." "Who owns your breasts and pussy?" "Mmmmm. You do Sir." "Who owns your heart?" "That's the easiest question of all....You do Sir."