0 comments/ 89514 views/ 29 favorites Making of a Sex Slave Ch. 01 By: BADSAM689 Oh! I'm so angry with Barbara right now I could, I could . . . Well I'm angry with her let's just leave it at that. She's supposed to be my best friend but she won't even talk to me. She doesn't even answer my e-mails to her. She believes that I've lost my mind. She's got some kind of moralistic idea that I've turned into a sexual pervert. She thinks that just because I have decided to bring some bondage and discipline roll play into my and Benjamin's sex life then I must be a sexual deviant. Yet, she's the one who got me started into bondage and discipline in the first place. She confided in me about seven months ago that she and Franklyn like to play doctor and nurse or employer and maid when they have sex. She said that she even has a sexy nurse's uniform and a little maid's outfit that she dresses up in to make their love making more realistic. She said that she doesn't let Franklyn spank her or tie her up or any of that other perverted stuff. Those are the words she used; I don't believe that tying up one's lover and spanking them is perverted sex. She said that she dresses up in her nurse's costume. Then Franklyn will examine her and tell her she needs surgery or something and that he has to perform it in their bedroom. Other times she will dress up like a maid and Franklyn will pretend to scold her for not making the bed properly. Then they will have sex while she is remaking the bed. It's all so vanilla sex between the two of them. Vanilla sex is a new term I learned since I've gotten into bondage and discipline sex. I'm so excited about it all. I'm learning all kinds of new terms and vocabulary and about sex toys and BDSM sex that I never knew before. Don't get me wrong, I knew about sex toys and that the world of bondage and discipline sex existed. I just didn't know anything about it until I started to read about it. After Barbara informed me about what she and Franklyn do, I got curious and began to do some reading. Wow! Was I ever surprised? I learned that all kinds of people practice B and D sex. (Another term I learned.) Doctors, lawyers, teachers, accountants, sales clerks, plumbers, laborers -- men and women of all professions and occupations indulge in bondage and discipline sex. I even went to a few Internet web sites and learned some things. You have to be careful when doing that because there are a lot of Internet sites that are only there to offer sexually explicit photographs or X-rated movies for a fee. Not that I believe that there is anything wrong with those things; if that's your cup of tea. Benjamin and I even watch them sometimes to get new ideas on different role play scenes and other sex related stuff. But there are quite a number of other Internet sites that give free information. There are also numerous adult chat rooms to which a person can go to in order to get information from the other chatters. I guess I should start at the beginning. I was married to Sal. We had a pretty good relationship. I mean, it wasn't the greatest of marriages; there were the rocky times. But neither was it all peaches and cream. In a word, it was convenient. He had a good income as an office manager for an insurance company. It was enough so that I only had to have a part time job working for a temporary service company in order for us to pay the bills. In fact, Sal didn't even want me to do that. He's sort of a male chauvinist in that respect. According to him, my place was in the home doing domestic chores. The only reason he let me work outside our home was because we needed a little extra money to meet expenses. I had to talk him into letting me help out financially. So, I was a part-time secretary. The sex between the two of us was rather dull, at least for me. Sal's idea of foreplay was a passionate French kiss or two while massaging and sucking my tits a little bit. Then he would rub my mound and insert his middle finger into my pussy until I was wet enough for him to fuck me. After he shot his load, he would roll over and go to sleep, leaving me to wonder where all the fireworks were. There were a few times when he got me off; I have to admit that. I really enjoyed the sex we had during those lovemaking incidences. But those occasions were few and far between. Mostly, it was get me hot, fuck me and then go to sleep. I would then masturbate myself to an orgasm while he snored away. I always knew when Sal wanted to have sex. He would come home from work, give me a big hug and a kiss, lightly smack me on my ass and then either take off all my clothes or order me to take off all my clothes. I would then fix supper in the nude. After supper we would watch television, with me still in the nude and him eyeing my naked body. Around nine we would go to bed. Then Sal would crawl on top of me and slam bam thank you ma'am. Not much excitement or variety. Sal liked to go to bed early because he had to get up at five in order to get to work for seven. It's a forty minute drive to his insurance company and he always took a thirty minute shower before going to work. So in order to accommodate him, I went to bed with him, got up with him, fixed him breakfast and ate with him. But after he would leave for work I sometimes went back to sleep for another hour or so. That is, if I didn't have to go to work myself. Sal and I were married at the end of my third year at college. I wanted to wait until we were both finished or at least until I was finished. He still had 11 courses to take before he could graduate with a degree in business management. I had only 6 courses left to take before I could graduate with a degree in interior design; I hoped to start my own interior decorating business someday. But he was insistent and didn't want to wait another year. He said that we had been dating long enough -- we had been dating for a little over a year. He said that I could get a fulltime job and with his part time job as a bartender we would have enough money to pay the bills until he graduated. Then he would get a job as an office manager somewhere and I could return to college fulltime to finish my degree. It didn't work out quite like that. I dropped out of college and got a job as a secretary in a small home health care company. Then it took him another two years to get his degree. That's because he kept taking other courses that were not part of his curriculum. He claimed that he would need them later on after he graduated in order to get a jump ahead of everyone else who was graduating with a degree in business management. Although he explained it to me, I still don't see how courses such as sports psychology, sports coaching and athletic training techniques can help someone in the world of business. I guess I was a little naïve. I was just hoping and dreaming that he would change from someone who is only interested in sports to someone who would mature into a compassionate, supportive husband. No, I take that back, I was more than naïve; I was down right stupid. By the time I got my chance to return to college it wasn't as a fulltime student; it was only part time. Sal said we couldn't afford for me to go back fulltime. Not that I cared. It just took me longer to get my degree. Not only that, he complained about the finances every time I registered for another course. I think his real reason was that he just wanted me home doing housework and fixing his meals. My place is in the home he would sometimes say. He's not really a male chauvinist. He isn't against women working outside the home and he doesn't harbor any of those other male chauvinistic ideas. At least I don't think he does. He's never voiced them in my presence. He just didn't want me working outside the home. He even made me quit my job at the home health care company soon after he graduated. Nor was he jealous or afraid that I'd meet someone else. He just wanted to provide for me. He has never admitted it but I believed it made him feel more needed in our relationship if I didn't have a job. But after seven years of marriage, a house mortgage, two car notes and insurance, well the bills were mounting up. It took me three months to finally convince him that he wasn't bringing home enough to meet all the expenses. He reluctantly agreed for me to get a part time job. It was right after I started working again that the spark in our marriage died. But I guess I should have expected that. I mean with his attitude toward my working, it made him feel less like a man. Although I don't know why, it was only a part time job. Other than his selfishness we had a pretty good marriage. But like I said, soon after I started working the marriage broke down. We didn't hate each other. But neither was there any of the romance we had for each other while we were at college together. At that point we were just two friends who shared a house, bills and an occasional fuck. For a while I tried to rekindle the flame. I bought a sexy negligé. I bought a couple of triple X-rated movies for him. I wrote him numerous seductive notes and tacked them on the door so that he could see them before coming inside from work. A couple of times I even greeted him naked as he walked through the front door. None of it ever worked. I finally quit trying to revive the marriage after I suggested one evening that we shower together. He turned me down. He said the shower was too small. But it's a custom built shower, measuring a little larger than the normal shower, with a whirlpool tub. That's were our marriage stood. We had a fairly nice house. We weren't struggling financially. We each had our own hobbies. Sal watched ballgames on TV and went hunting and fishing with his friend Sam. While he did his thing, I read mystery novels, searched the Internet or worked on my interior decorating portfolio, sketching out different designs. I still have plans to become an interior decorator someday. We didn't have any children but that's because I was raped by a neighbor when I was a small child; I only vaguely remember it. The attack left me infertile. Sal didn't want to adopt. I believe that he just wanted the sex without having to bother with having children interrupting his watching ballgames on television. Like I said, our marriage was convenient; at least until Benjamin rented the house next to ours. If I remember correctly it was a Tuesday evening. Benjamin had just moved into the house next door the previous Saturday. Sal introduced himself to Benjamin while he was moving into the house. He even helped Benjamin carry in his queen size mattress. Anyway, Tuesday Sal had come home from work and took off all my clothes, in preparation for sex later on. We were watching television. Well, Sal was watching television and my naked ass. I was lying on the shag carpet in the nude in front of the TV working a crossword puzzle. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Sal answered the door. It was Benjamin wanting to borrow a screwdriver or some other kind of tool. "Hey Ben you want to see something beautiful?" Sal asked him as the two of them stood in the front door. For some strange reason Sal called him Ben instead of Benjamin. Later on Benjamin told me that he didn't like it; it wasn't his nickname. "Sure," Benjamin answered. Sal invited him in, "Then come take a look at this." There I was lying on the floor in front of the TV naked as a new born baby and my husband invites a total stranger into the house to show me off. Sal ushered him into our living room. Then pointing to my naked butt he said, "Now isn't that the most beautiful ass you have ever seen?" It was a side of Sal that I never knew existed. I never realized he liked to show me off as though I were his prize heifer. I blushed and turned several shades of red. "I have to admit that that is one fine ass Sal. But what I really need right now is a flat head screwdriver. I don't have any tools and I was wondering if I might borrow a screwdriver from you." "Sure Ben, let's see what I have in the utility room." The two of them then headed for the utility room, leaving me to wonder what kind of man I was married to. It made me contemplate if Sal were the kind of guy who liked to show his wife off the way a kid showed off his new toy. I knew they would have to come back through the living room. That got me to thinking whether or not I should continue to lie naked on the floor where I was or get up and discreetly go to another room. I decided that since Sal wasn't bothered by another man seeing my naked ass then neither should I be worried about it and returned to my crossword puzzle. As it turned out that decision was the most eventful decision I have ever made. As they came back into the living room Sal said to Benjamin, "Yeah Ben, I got me one beautiful wife." Then to me, "Come over here Deidra and introduce yourself to our new next door neighbor." I leaned up on my left elbow and looked over my right shoulder at the two of them. They both could plainly see my right breast and nipple. I looked from Sal to Benjamin and back to Sal again. Sal was smiling broadly; Benjamin was just staring at me or maybe it was my naked ass that had him spellbound. But either way he didn't take his eyes off my body. I again contemplated what kind of man I was married to, what kind of man showed off his wife as though she were a sports trophy. I said to myself, 'if he don't care then neither do I.' I got up off the floor, walked over to where they were standing, stuck my hand out towards Benjamin and said, "Nice to meet you Mr. Ben." At that time I didn't know either his first or last name, only what Sal had called him. Gently shaking my hand and looking up and down my whole body -- with a brief pause at my pussy I might add -- he answered with a rather sexy smile on his lips, "My name is Benjamin. I assure you the pleasure is all mine Deidra. Sal is right. You are a very beautiful woman." I want to point out that I don't have a lot of pubic hair. It's rather thin, barely covering my mound and labia. Sal wants me to shave my pussy but I like my vagina the way it is. I think a little hair on a woman's pubic mound is sexy. In my opinion, a shaved pussy looks like a child's vagina which to me is not sexy looking at all. The down side is that Sal won't eat me if my pussy isn't shaved. But like I said, I masturbate. I returned his sexy smile with a very demure smile of my own. "Mr. Benjamin, I don't know what to say." "You don't have to say anything Deidra. Your smile and your body . . . language say all that needs to be said." There was an almost imperceptible pause between the word body and the word language. I don't know if Sal noticed it but I did and I'm sure Benjamin added the word language just to be polite. I was humbled. With that Benjamin turned and left. But not before looking over my naked body once again and giving me a look that clearly said, 'I want to see more of you.' About an hour or so later the doorbell rang again. Sal told me to get it because he was watching replays of the previous Sunday's football games. While walking toward the door I contemplated whether or not I should stand behind the door, hiding my body from Benjamin or in front of it, thereby allowing Benjamin to see a full frontal nude of me again. I didn't want Benjamin to think that I'm some kind of slut so I stood behind the door when I opened it. Besides I also didn't want any of our neighbors across the street to see me standing in the doorway naked as a jaybird. Benjamin handed me the screwdriver and said, "Tell Sal I said thank you for me will you Deidra?" "Sure thing Mr. Benjamin." "Please, just call me Benjamin." He paused. Then, "I want to thank you too for, shall I say, being kind and unashamed." I knew he was referring to my earlier allowing him to see me naked. I was again humbled. "Again, it was a pleasure meeting you Deidra and I hope we can become friends." "I'm sure we will Benjamin," I answered him. With that Benjamin turned and headed back towards his house. I closed the door and leaned against it thinking that I had allowed this tall dark good looking stranger to see me totally naked and wasn't ashamed of my act of indecency. I then wondered what had become of my strict Catholic upbringing. I put the screwdriver on the dining room table and went to take a shower. That night after Sal fucked me and went to sleep I masturbated while fantasizing over what Benjamin would do to my body if we ever had sex. It was one of the most rewarding orgasms I had had in a long time. The following Friday Sal came home from work with a pack of pork chops in his hand. He said that he wanted to have pork chops, mashed potatoes and peas for dinner. That was nothing new. Sal would often come home with pork chops, a couple of steaks or something and ask me to fix it for our supper that evening. The surprise came when he added that he had invited Benjamin over to have dinner with us and that all three of us were going to eat in the nude. After supper, he and Benjamin would take turns screwing me. You could have knocked me over with a feather I was so shocked. I didn't know whether to object or go with the idea. I'm sure that an earlier me would have objected to being used as someone's fuck toy. But my sex life with Sal was not very rewarding and I was intrigued -- fascinated might be a better word -- by the thought of sex with Benjamin. I had been fantasizing over sex with him ever since we met. So I decided to put my strict moral upbringing on a shelf and indulge my sexual desires. While Sal was removing my clothes, he revealed to me that he saw Benjamin in his driveway Thursday evening and they discussed the possibility of the two of them fucking me at the same time. He said that Benjamin was receptive to the idea. He then happened to see Benjamin again Friday morning as he was leaving for work so he invited him over for a threesome. I want to note that when Sal takes off my clothes it's always the same thing. First he removes my blouse and bra. Then he massages and kisses each nipple once. Next he has me sit down so he can take off my shoes and socks, and finally he slides my pants and panties down my legs. I must admit that he tries to be romantic. But his stripping me is so automatic that his actions take all the passion out of it. I've even suggested that he change it up a little bit. Usher me into the bedroom or onto the living room sofa or something. Then make out a little while removing my clothes. But my advice always fell on deaf ears. If he wanted to make love, then as soon as he would enter the kitchen, he would give me a big hug and a kiss, lightly smack me on my ass once and then either take off all my clothes or order me to take off all my clothes. All during supper Benjamin couldn't take his eyes off my breasts -- I wear a 38 C brassier. Also, although my areolas are about average in size, the nipples themselves are large. They stick out like two chocolate covered raisins in the center of two chocolate cookies, resting on two golden orbs. Added to that was the fact that I was very aroused at the thought of what was going to happen to me after we all finished eating. Those thoughts and a slight chill in the air caused my nipples to gorge with blood and stick out even farther. As soon as we all finished eating supper Sal gruffly ordered me to clean up the kitchen. He had never order me to do anything like that before in that tone of voice. Usually when he had me eat in the nude, he would just go into the living room to watch television while I cleaned up the kitchen. He didn't say anything to me; it was just understood. He watched television while I cleaned up the kitchen in the nude. After I finished, I would join him in the living room to watch television or something. But Benjamin's presence changed that for some reason. As soon as we all finished eating Sal said, "OK my little sex slave, Ben and I are going to watch you while you clean up the kitchen in the nude." Making of a Sex Slave Ch. 01 I looked over to Benjamin to get his reaction to Sal's calling me a sex slave. Something else Sal had never done before. Benjamin was just smiling. My first thought was that I should have been humiliated at being referred to as a sex slave. But I was amazed that I was not ashamed. In fact, I was turned on even more. My arousal level was rising with each passing moment. Then as I got up and began to pick up the dirty dishes Sal smacked me hard on my naked left ass cheek. It hurt and I flinched. Again, I found my self getting more and more aroused. After I cleaned off the table, I began to wash the dishes. But no sooner had I begun when Sal ordered me to get him a beer from the refrigerator. He asked Benjamin if he wanted one but he declined. I brought the beer over to Sal and he grabbed me around my waist. He turned me so that I was facing toward Benjamin -- my back was toward Sal. "Isn't she the most beautiful woman you ever saw Ben?" He reached around my waist and ran his fingers through my dark pubic hair. Now I was embarrassed. Not for myself, but for Benjamin. My husband was treating me like I was his personal sex toy and our guest was being forced to go along with it. Benjamin stood up. He looked down into my eyes and smiled -- my eyes are about level with his chin. His look captivated me, made me want him. He cupped my left breast and caressed my nipple with his right thumb. "Why don't we forget about the dishes Sal and finish this in the living room." They say you can read a person's thoughts through their eyes. I don't know whether or not that's true. But one thing I do know, as I looked up into Benjamin's deep brown eyes my thoughts were telling me that he was thinking how much he wanted me. He was going to have me. He was going to use me anyway he wanted to and there was nothing that I could do to stop him. I swooned. I don't think I have ever wanted a man as much as I wanted Benjamin at that moment. The two of them ushered me into the living room. Sal sat in his favorite chair and directed me to suck his dick. I got down on my hands and knees in front of him. I pulled Sal's pants and drawers down while Benjamin took his own clothes off -- regardless of what Sal had said earlier, neither of them had removed their clothes before supper. Then as I fondled Sal's balls and ran my hand up and down his shaft, Benjamin knelt behind me and started to rub my ass cheeks. I quickly looked over my right shoulder at Benjamin. I didn't say anything to him but my eyes told him 'go ahead and do to me whatever you feel like doing. Enjoy yourself, I'm yours.' At least that's what my thoughts were saying to him. I turned my attention to Sal's cock which was starting to get hard. I kissed his opening and licked his head while glancing up toward him with a sultry look on my face. Sal took a swig from his beer and ran his fingers through my hair. I stroked my tongue over his opening and then I took the head of his circumcised manhood into my hungry mouth, suckling it. But my concentration was not on what I was doing to Sal's dick. There was nothing to think about. He had me suck his cock many times before and I knew just what to do to get him hard, to keep him hard and get him off. My actions in doing that were automatic. There was no real emotion coming from me just as there was nothing but pure selfish lust coming from Sal. I was concentrating on what Benjamin was doing to my ass and pussy. I opened my legs a little bit to give him easier access to my womanhood. He slapped my right cheek once, not very hard just hard enough to let me know that I was his. Next he began to massage my mound and lips. I felt him push his finger into my vagina. "You are one wet cookie Deidra," he said to me -- the juices in my pussy had been flowing all during dinner. Then while still massaging my clitoris, he slapped me on my left ass cheek with his other hand. Again, it wasn't very hard, just hard enough to let me know that he was in control. By now I was hotter than I have ever been. I took all of Sal's cock into my mouth. I began to suck him avidly. I sucked him harder and deeper than I have ever sucked him. The animal lust in me was taking control of my fuck hungry body and my wanton desires. I wanted Sal to explode into my orifice. I wanted him to shoot his hot cum down into my parched throat. I also wanted Benjamin to fuck me. I wanted to feel his cock deep in my pussy. I was nothing but a shameless whore, a sex starved minx. I only wanted him to fuck me until I was a used up ragdoll who was delirious with joy. Then Benjamin did something that Sal had never done; he pinched my clit. He pinched it hard and pulled even harder on it. A lightening bolt of pain charged through my pussy. I had never felt anything like that in my whole life. It was a sweet, delicious agony that left me wanting more. I wanted to scream out for him to pinch harder and pull harder but Sal's dick prevented me. I only moaned in delirium and hoped the ecstasy would not stop. The torture Benjamin was delivering to my body was a new feeling of bliss that I had never before experienced. Like I said earlier, whenever Sal and I had sex it was just slam bam thank you ma'am. He would hump me until he got off. Then he would roll over and go to sleep. I nearly always had to masturbate afterwards in order to get any kind of enjoyment out of it. But what Benjamin was doing to my body was something entirely new. I didn't know if it was the novelty of sex with two men or if it was Benjamin's expertise. Nor did I care. I only knew that I wanted it to continue. Benjamin put his left hand around my waist and his right hand between my legs. He began to vigorously rub my pussy lips with his right. He stopped momentarily and smacked both of my ass cheeks, twice to each cheek, then immediately returned to massaging my vagina. He pinched my clit and pulled hard on it again. He slapped my right ass cheek hard. Again, I wanted to tell him to smack my ass some more and to pull harder on my clitoris. But with Sal's cock still deep in my mouth, I could only moan in response. He must have gotten the message. "Oh, you like it when I smack your ass?" He hit my left cheek twice in rapid succession. I didn't want to stop sucking Sal's cock. But I wanted to let Benjamin know what I wanted him to do. With my left hand massaging Sal's balls, I reached behind myself and pinched my right middle finger and thumb together in the air. Benjamin got that message too. He squeezed my clit hard and pulled on it. Another lightening bolt ran through my vagina. I was delirious with joy. I remember thinking that with Sal deep in my mouth and Benjamin torturing my pussy this is what heaven must be like. Benjamin continued to rub my ass cheeks with one hand while he finger fucked me with the other. I sucked harder on Sal's cock and moaned. Benjamin again smacked both of my ass cheeks, two whacks to each cheek. But this time it was a little harder than before. Again he pinched my clitoris hard and pulled on it. I could only moan in response. Then kneeling behind me, Benjamin next placed his dick at the entrance to my womanhood. I felt him opening my lips with his left hand as he guided the head of his cock into my pussy with his right. Then he grabbed onto my waist with both of his hands and rammed himself deep into me. I moaned and sucked harder on Sal's dick. Holding onto my waist, Benjamin began to pummel me hard. Sal had only fucked me doggy style a few times. He usually just climbed on top of me missionary style and did his thing -- he never let me get on top. But even those few times Sal fucked me doggy style, he never humped me like Benjamin was at that moment. I was ecstatic. With one man's dick in my mouth and another man's dick in my pussy, I felt like I was a stuffed bird roasting on a stick. But I didn't care. I didn't want either of them to leave me. I tightened my cervix muscle around Benjamin's cock and sucked harder on Sal's dick; I was a Chinese finger trap. On all fours the way I was and with both men in me at the same time, I was nothing but a fuck doll. I was enjoying every minute of it. "That's it, suck my dick," Sal yelled out as he bucked his hips up into my face. I glanced up at him. From the look on his face, I knew he was enjoying the blow job. Benjamin continued to ram his cock into me. I continued to moan. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the fucking Benjamin was giving me. I wanted him to enjoy it as much as I was. I wanted him to desire me as much as I desired him. Suddenly, Sal grabbed my hair and pulled on it. I knew that he was building up to an orgasm. I sucked him harder, deeper. I was rewarded with a grunt from him when he exploded into my orifice. He bucked his hips up into my face again. His cum filled my mouth; I swallowed every drop of it. I started to masturbate him but I kept the head of his cock locked between my lips. I sucked him like a child sucks her lollipop. He continued to shoot his juice into my hungry mouth. Some of it dripped out onto my chin. I let his cock fall out of my mouth and licked his jism off my chin with a sultry smile on my lips. Sal fell back into his chair, a look of complete satisfaction on his face. I licked a drop of cum from his opening, kissed the head of his dick and smiled again. As soon as Sal fell back into his chair Benjamin pushed down on my back with his left hand, forcing my shoulders to the floor. My naked ass was now the highest part of my body. His right hand was still holding onto my waist as he pumped my vagina. Wave after wave of passion washed over my body. I grabbed onto the shag carpet and pulled. I was filled with spasms of delight. My body began to quake. My volcano was getting ready to erupt. Each pounding drive by Benjamin raised my level of desire. Each plunge of his cock into my cavern brought me closer to my climax. Each forward thrust filled me with animal lust. He was a potent stag and I was his wounded doe. He was a hungry wolf and I was his innocent victim. He was a hawk swooping down onto me his helpless prey. Faster and faster Benjamin fucked me. I could tell that the stick of dynamite he had in me was getting ready to detonate. His thrusts were becoming more forceful, his grunts a little louder. I squeezed my eyes shut as the tempo of our lovemaking increased. My passions were taking control of my body. Nothing mattered to me now except my orgasm. All my concentrations were focused on my approaching climax. I prayed that Benjamin would not leave me stranded as Sal often did. I was a hot steam engine and Benjamin was the piston, pushing me further and further. I was a dark cavern and he was a spike crammed deep into my hole. I was a desolate canyon and he was a freight train filling me with longing. Then suddenly I exploded. My whole body rocked. I screamed out. Never before had I experienced such a forceful orgasm. Wave after wave of ecstatic passion rippled through my flesh. Heavenly joy filed my soul, my body, my very essence. Benjamin continued to pummel me. I could only kneel in front of him and let him fuck me doggy style. I was the used up ragdoll. I was a prisoner of my passions and he was my warden. After several more thrusts he too exploded. He grunted loud and pumped me a couple of more times. Then he fell on top of me. We fell over onto our sides, both of us breathing hard. Benjamin had his arms around my waist. I just closed my eyes again and let the passion run through my body. After several moments of pure bliss I opened my eyes. I looked up at Sal. He was just staring down at the two of us while stroking his cock. "You enjoyed that didn't you, you little nymph," Sal said. I closed my eyes again and nodded weakly. I was too filled with bliss to do anything else. "I knew you would," he added. Benjamin still had his left arm under my body around my waist; he was rubbing my back with his right hand. I was just lying there enjoying the attention. Sal continued, "Come on slut; let me see you suck his dick like you did mine." He seemed to enjoy belittling me in front of Benjamin. I ignored his crude remark and looked over my shoulder at Benjamin. He rolled onto his back, inviting me to suck him off. I got up on all fours and position my mouth above his cock. I began to stroke his balls with my left hand as I encircled his manhood with my right hand. He was erect again almost immediately. His circumcised manhood was slightly larger than Sal's, somewhat thicker too. I kissed his opening and swirled my tongue around his head. He just lay there and smiled. I knew he wanted me to continue. I repositioned my body so that my ass was in front of Sal. I figured he wanted to screw me doggy style while I sucked Benjamin's cock. But he grabbed onto my waist and moved me back to where I was. He just wanted to watch me suck off Benjamin's dick. I started to stroke Benjamin's member and lick it as though it were an all day sucker, all the while giving him a wicked stare. He returned my seductive smile with a sensuous smile of his own. His prick was soon glistening with my saliva. I impaled my hungry mouth onto his rigid cock. I took his entire length into my orifice. He moaned ever so slightly and bucked his hips up. I fucked my face down onto his dick while I continued to massage his balls with my left hand. Up and down my head bobbed like a cork on a fishing line. In and out his cock skewered my mouth. I was thirsty for his hot juice. My throat was a deep dry cavern; I only wanted him to fill it with his sweet juice. After several moments he shot his load into my mouth. His musk filled my nostrils; his jism filled my orifice. I swallowed all of it. As I did with Sal, I stroked his shaft while I continued to suck the head of his cock. I looked into his eyes; they told me he was satisfied. That thought filled me with joy. I sat up on my haunches. I licked some cum off my lips and smiled at Benjamin. Then I looked over my shoulder towards Sal to get his reaction. He gave me a disgusted look and said, "You've got some of his cum on your chin slut." I wiped it off with my fingers and then licked it off my fingers. But I was embarrassed. Again, it wasn't for me; it was because of the way Sal was treating me in front of Benjamin, calling me a slut. I put my head down. The only thing I could think of was that I had just experienced the most rewarding sex of my life and Sal had to go and ruin it with his derogatory remark. Then Sal got up out of his chair and headed toward our bedroom. As he was leaving he said, "Deidra, you and Ben enjoy your selves. I'm going to the sporting goods store. I'm going fishing first thing tomorrow morning and I want to try out a couple of new lures I saw there the other day. Don't wait up for me because after I get my lures, I'm going with Sam for a couple of beers." With that, he left me and Benjamin sitting on the floor. I wondered whether or not he meant for Benjamin to spend the night with me. I gave our guest a puzzled look and shrugged my shoulders. He just smiled. We talked quietly for several minutes on a variety of subjects but mostly about how Sal and I met and how our marriage was going. I was honest with him. I told him that the spark had gone out of our marriage several years ago. Except for the sex, we were just roommates. But the marriage was convenient for me because I had plenty of time off. Sal stayed in it because he had someone to cook his meals and clean his house for him. As soon as Sal was out the door, Benjamin suggested we return to the kitchen to finish cleaning up. He stood up and then helped me to my feet. "Are we going to do this in the nude?" I asked him with a demure smile on my lips. Holding my arms out from my side Benjamin looked over my naked body from my head to my toes. He answered me with a sexy smile, "Yes we are." Then he put his left hand on my shoulder and cupped my left breast with his right. He flicked my nipple with his thumb. "Then we are going to shower together. While we are in the shower I'm going to fuck you again." The way he said it, 'I'm going to fuck you again,' made me think that he was my Master and I was his sex slave. I was his pawn, his puppet and his pet; he could do with me as he pleased. A wave of ecstasy rippled through my flesh. I sighed with delirium. He continued, "After that, I'm going to dry you off, put you to bed and fuck you a third time. But before I go back home I'm going to eat that lovely pussy of yours." He paused. Then he added, "Unless of course, you have an objection to me ravishing your body again and again." I put my hands on his chest, looked up into his big brown eyes and answered him in a very seductive manner, "No I don't." We returned to the kitchen. As I began to wash the dishes Benjamin wiped off the table. There were two pork chops, some peas and mashed potatoes left over. He asked me what to do with them. I handed him a couple of plastic containers and asked him to put the leftovers in the refrigerator. After that he just leaned against the kitchen counter and watched me wash the dishes. We talked while I washed the dishes. I don't use the dishwasher if there are a lot of greasy dishes and pans; it doesn't clean the grease off good enough in my opinion. We talked mostly about me, my likes, my dislikes, my hopes and dreams. Not that I guided the conversation in that direction, Benjamin did. I wanted to learn about him and I did. Every time I would ask him a question he would answer it. He was an only child. His father and mother were divorced when he was eleven. Although they both assured him that he was not to blame, it took him several years to finally accept the fact that their separation had nothing to do with him. They both loved him; they just didn't love each other any more. Although they had joint custody, he lived mostly with his mother; his father was frequently away on business. Then after three years his father married again and moved away. He never saw him again. He did talk to him on the phone every now and then though. But by the time he got to high school that stopped too. The last contact he had with his father was a phone call at Christmas four years ago. His mother married again too. But he and his stepfather didn't get along. His stepfather called him a sissy because he didn't go out for football, baseball, basketball or any other sport while in high school. He was on the school's debating club, the drama club and wrote for the school newspaper; he didn't have the time to devote to sports. The experience had a profound affect on him. At an early age he made the decision that whoever he married she would be someone who loved him for who he was, not someone who she made up. He met Sabrina while working as an accountant for a large corporation; she was a sales representative and a year and one day older than him. It was a short courtship. They were married after only nine months of dating. But it was true love. Of that Benjamin was sure. They didn't have any children because she had a perforated uterus and neither of them wanted to adopt. Then after nine years of marriage she was killed by a drunk driver. They had just left the restaurant where they had been celebrating their birthdays. She was driving because he had had several glasses of wine while they were at dinner; she limited herself to one glass. The other driver ran a stop sign and hit their car broadside, killing her instantly. He was unhurt as was the other driver. I was moved and felt sorry for him. He told me not to let it bother me; he had gotten over it a long time ago. The reason he never got married again was because he had not found another woman whom he loved as much as he did Sabrina and who loved him as much as she did. Making of a Sex Slave Ch. 01 After telling me about Sabrina, Benjamin turned the conversation back in my direction. Like I said, he seemed more interested in learning about me than revealing information about himself. He was interested in me because I was a person, not a sex object or a domestic maid. Also, the whole time we were standing there Benjamin didn't take his eyes off my naked body. Nor could I stop looking at his short but thick manhood. Unlike Sal's dick, which grew very little from its flaccid size to its erect size, Benjamin's dick increased to over twice its size. I should note that both men's dicks were big enough and thick enough for me when erect. But Benjamin's cock was a little longer and thicker than Sal's when erect, and Sal's was larger than Benjamin's when flaccid. I guess I should explain that other than a few porno movies I have watched, I have only seen five naked men in my whole life -- Benjamin, Sal and three guys I dated before I met Sal. Until Benjamin came along, I was under the impression that all men's cocks were similar to Sal's. I don't remember what those other three men looked like and I know that men's cocks in pornographic movies are larger than normal men's cocks. That's how those men got in the porno business in the first place. Anyway, now I see that I was wrong about the average man's penis. I guess that's something else I will have to look up and learn about, the size of men's cocks. I am slowly realizing that I am really inexperienced and naïve when it comes to sex. I still have a lot to learn. But getting back to what I said, the whole time I was washing the dishes, Benjamin didn't take his eyes off my naked body. The dishwasher was to my left and he was standing on my right. After I washed and rinsed a dish off, I bent over and placed it in the dishwasher to dry. I wasn't totally conscious of what I was doing until about the third time I bent over to put a dish into the dishwasher. That's when Benjamin commented on how nice and round and beautiful my ass was. "You have a beautiful ass Deidra. It's nice and round, just the kind of ass I like." "Sal likes my butt too but he sometimes says that it's too skinny." "Well Sal is crazy and you can tell him I said that." "I would never tell . . ." "You should go naked more often," Benjamin interrupted me. "Do you go naked often?" "Only when Sal wants me to." "If you were my wife I'd have you go naked all the time. Well, not all the time but frequently, just for the joy of seeing you in the nude." Before I could answer him, he grabbed my shoulders and kissed me. He kissed me hard. His tongue went deep into my mouth. I sucked it in a way that I've never suck Sal's tongue. I was turned on again and couldn't wait to get into the shower with him. After we broke the kiss I asked him, no I begged him, "Make love to me in the shower? I can finish the dishes tomorrow." "No your duties come first," he said sternly. "Finish the dishes then we'll make love. That's an order slave." I wasn't humiliated by his calling me a slave in the way I was when Sal called me a slave. I was humbled and felt as though I were in the presence of some kind of deity. In fact, Benjamin calling me a slave only made me want him the more. I hurriedly finished washing the dishes. But after Benjamin's comment about my nice round butt, every time I bent over to put a dish into the dishwasher I presented my ass to him. I was secretly hoping that he would slap one of my cheeks -- I have never presented my ass to Sal for him to smack. Nor have I ever wanted him to spank me. Benjamin never did hit my ass. He just kept admiring it. That too only made me want him the more. But all the while, I couldn't take my mind off his promise to fuck me in the shower, fuck me again in my bed and then eat my pussy. It had been years since Sal had eaten my vagina. I could hardly wait to once again feel what it was like. To be continued... Making of a Sex Slave Ch. 02 As Benjamin and I walked naked down the hall to the shower in the master bedroom I was thinking that I was about to take a shower with a man for the first time in my life. I have had so many firsts since Benjamin came into my life. I've lost count of them. "I've never taken a shower with a man before," I said to him as I turned on the faucets. "Sal doesn't like taking baths with anyone." Benjamin didn't answer me. He was just standing outside the shower stroking his cock and smiling seductively. I closed my eyes momentarily as a wave of passion raced through my body. "I'll get some towels while the water warms up," I continued. I stepped around him and got two large towels and a washcloth out of the linen closet. I closed the toilet seat and put the towels on top of the seat and the washcloth in the soap dish in the shower. He just continued to watch me while he massaged his dick. He grabbed my left hand and pressed my palm against his balls and the base of his cock. "I liked the way you massaged my balls while you were sucking me off a while ago. It added to the pleasure of the blow job." I blushed and gently kneaded his balls while he continued to stroke his penis. After a moment I pulled my hand away and reached into the shower. "I think the water is warm enough now," I said to him; I didn't know what else to say. Then I stepped into the shower. "You're going to enjoy this. I guarantee it," Benjamin said as he followed me into the shower. I closed my eyes again and trembled at the thought of what he was going to do to me, to my pussy. He grabbed the shower massager and started to spray my whole naked body. He twirled me around several times while spraying me, paying particular attention to my breasts and vagina. As soon as I was wet he began to spray himself. While doing so, he put his left hand on my shoulder and ordered me to my knees. His semi-erect cock was directly before me. He was spraying it. I looked up into his eyes. He didn't say anything. He just began to spray his feet. But he didn't have to say anything; I knew what he wanted me to do. It was what I wanted to do. I cupped his balls with my left hand and encircled the base of his dick with my right hand. I kissed his head and licked the opening, all the while hungrily looking up into his eyes. I kissed, licked and suckled his head a few more times. As soon as he was completely erect, I took his whole length into my mouth. After about a minute or two he ordered me to stop and to stand up. Then he handed me the shower massager and started to wash me. He lathered up the washcloth and washed my whole body. It was the most exhilarating shower I have ever had. He repeatedly massaged and kneaded my flesh -- my back, my shoulders, my buttocks, my thighs, my stomach and of course my breasts and vagina. I was getting hotter and hotter by the moment. Other than to tell me to open my legs so that he could wash my perineum and inner thighs, neither of us spoke. Benjamin was too absorbed in washing my body to speak and I was too overcome with passion to say anything. When he was finished washing me he took the massager from me and rinsed me off, again paying particular attention to my pussy. I think at this point my passions were at an all time high. I could hardly wait for Benjamin to make love to me again. Then he handed me the shower massager again and quickly began to wash himself. When he was finished, he took the massager away from me and rinsed himself off. While doing so he also sprayed my tits, stomach, thighs and pussy. After he finished rinsing himself, he put the massager on pulsate and put it directly up against my cunt lips. I have done this to myself numerous times but Benjamin's doing it to me, well it felt a hundred times better. He let the massager titillate me for several moments before dropping it and letting it hang loose. Next he opened my labia with his left hand, pinched my clitoris with his right and pulled on it. I was not expecting it. The jolt of sweet delicious pain was exhilarating. I moaned. I was overcome with emotion. In order to hold myself up, I grabbed onto the nozzle coming out of the wall above me. Then he kissed me intensely and pushed his tongue deep into my hungry mouth. I sucked hard on his tongue. I felt him opening my vagina lips with his right hand; his left hand was picking up on my right thigh and buttocks. He placed his cock at my entrance. I raised my right leg and put it around his waist. He entered me in one swift motion. I moaned again. He grabbed onto my left ass cheek and picked me up. He pressed me up against the shower wall. I put both legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders as he began to vigorously pummel me. I was pinned between the shower wall and Benjamin. Every time he thrust forward my back and buttocks hit up against the wall. I felt like I was the main target in a Demolition Derby. I gripped tighter onto his shoulders and squeezed my eyes shut in rapture. He pumped me harder, deeper. He was a battering ram and my vagina was a castle wall to be broken open. I was on cloud nine and drunk with passion. I could feel Benjamin deep inside me in a way I have never felt Sal in me. I knew that my sex life with Sal was lacking, but just how much I didn't realize until this night. Never again would I be able to have sex with Sal and not think of tonight and what sex could be like with someone who cared. The rest of the shower was a total blur. In fact, I was so overwhelmed with emotion that the rest of the evening was almost a complete blur too. After Benjamin fucked me in the shower he had me sit on the little shower stool that is in there. He increased the temperature of the water and ordered me to spray the hot water all over my body. Meanwhile he knelt in front of me and ate my pussy. The hot water splashing over me while he licked and sucked my clitoris added to the pleasure. I had another tremendous orgasm. True to his word, he dried me off, put me to bed, fucked me a third time and then ate my pussy again. But before he screwed me the third time, he ordered me to kneel in the bed with my face on a pillow and my ass in the air. Next he opened my legs as wide as he could and spanked my ass, my perineum, my pussy mound and my thighs, another first. He smacked each of my cheeks, my thighs, my pussy and my perineum numerous times with his hand until my whole groin was on fire. Then he rubbed the areas he smacked until my whole groin was filled with bliss. Several times he alternated between spanking me and massaging me before finally, ecstatically fucking me, bringing me from pain to pleasure, from agony to ecstasy and from desiccation to elation each time. I was a puddle of euphoria when he finally left. I was totally exhausted. Never before had I experienced so much joy in sex. Never before had I had so many tremendous orgasms in one evening. I was in a sexual stupor and only vaguely heard him leave. I don't know what time Sal finally came home from drinking with Sam; nor did I hear him leave for his fishing trip the next morning. I was sleeping in Never Never Land dreaming of sex elves fucking me and eating my pussy. I woke up late Saturday morning; it was almost nine. The house was empty. I had no idea what time Sal would come home from fishing. I decided to eat my breakfast in the nude. I toyed with the thought of calling Benjamin up and inviting him over for something to eat with a hint that I was the main dish. But then after further consideration, I decided that I better not; I didn't want to give Benjamin the wrong impression about me. I didn't want him to think that I was just some sex starved minx, always looking for someone to fuck me -- even though that is exactly what I am. At least, that is what I've become since Benjamin has come into my life. Besides, I didn't know his phone number. Not only that I didn't want Sal to come home from his fishing trip and catch me and Benjamin in bed. Even though Sal was the one who started this, I didn't know what his reaction would be if I chose to invite Benjamin over for a romp in between the sheets on my own. Benjamin left his house sometime Saturday afternoon; I don't know what time. He didn't return until late Tuesday evening. Well, his sport utility van was gone until then. Sal didn't return from fishing until four o'clock Saturday afternoon. So I spent a quiet Saturday alone most of the time. By the time Sal came home I had gotten dressed. He cleaned the fish he caught. I fried a couple of them for our evening meal and the rest he put in the freezer. The whole weekend went by and Sal never once mentioned the threesome we had Friday evening with Benjamin. He didn't ask me what I thought about it or what I thought about Benjamin. Nor did he ask me what the two of us did after he left or even what time Benjamin left. It was as though the threesome never happened or that he didn't care that I had sex with another man. The only thing he talked about was the great fishing spot he and his friend Sam found. Wednesday after supper I saw Sal talking to Benjamin over our fence. It's a white picket fence and not a very high fence either, coming only to my waist. So, I guess it's mainly there for decoration and to divide our property from our next door neighbor's property. Anyway, I watched them through the kitchen window. When they were finished talking Benjamin got in his car and drove off. When Sal came inside I joined him in the living room. I asked him what he and Benjamin were talking about but Sal just said "Oh nothing." "Sal we had sex with the man last Friday evening. Are you telling me the two of you didn't talk about that, that the two of you just talked about nothing?" "Yeah, well he thanked me for letting him screw you. He said that you were one of the best pieces of ass he has ever fucked." I didn't know how to answer that. I didn't want to give Sal the impression that our new neighbor was better in bed than he was. He might not invite Benjamin over for another threesome. Nor did I want to tell Sal that the frolic we had didn't mean anything to me. Because that too might discourage him from giving Benjamin another invitation to fuck me again until I was a used up ragdoll. I had been hoping for another fuck session with Benjamin since I woke up Saturday. But I didn't know how I was going to approach Sal on the subject. I didn't know how he felt about our first threesome with Benjamin or how he would feel about another threesome with him. By the way, I was also mildly surprised upon hearing that Benjamin thought I was great in bed. So instead of answering Sal's comment, I asked, "Is that all the two of you talked about?" "I asked him if he ever did any fishing or hunting. But he said that he hadn't. He said that he didn't have much free time to devote to a hobby other than occasionally researching his ancestry. He added that in order to do a proper research a person has to search both the library and the Internet and that's what he doesn't have the time to do." "Oh that's nice," I answered. I wasn't interested in that. I was more interested in finding out if Sal had invited Benjamin back for another threesome. But I didn't want to let Sal know that that is what I wanted. "He said that during the eighteen hundreds one of his ancestors use to own a plantation across the river from New Orleans. I had no desire to talk about his ancestors . . ." "So tell me, what else did the two of you talk about?" I was trying to sound as though I was non-committal. "Well, if you wouldn't interrupt me, I'd tell you. I asked him if he wanted to return for another threesome this Friday. He said that he would enjoy another fuck session with you." I hoped that my face didn't register the joy I felt in my heart -- and in my pussy -- upon hearing that Sal had invited Benjamin over to fuck me again. I put my head down and looked at my feet. "So for supper Friday I want you to fry the rest of the fish I caught. Fry some French fries too. That should make a great meal for the three of us." "Anything you say Sal. But right now I have to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen." I had to change the subject. I didn't trust my ability to hide my emotions. Just the thought of another fuck session with Benjamin had the juices in my vagina heating up. I got up, returned to the kitchen and began to wash the supper dishes. I looked again out of the window over the sink. I could see that Benjamin's house was dark. I wondered where he had gone and when he would return. I guessed that maybe he was doing something with his work. At supper last Friday he said that he had his own accounting and tax preparation business. He kept the books for a few small proprietorships and partnerships and prepared income taxes for several clients. He said that he worked out of his own house, which was in the process of being remodeled. That's why he was renting the house next door to ours. He was adding a new master bedroom and bath because he was converting the old one into an office. He wasn't worried about having a business in a residential neighborhood because, except for the first two or three months of the year, most of his customers seldom if ever visited him -- he usually visited them. They would e-mail or fax their figures to him. Then after he worked them up, he would e-mail, fax or bring the finished reports to them. Benjamin said that after the renovations were finished he was going to try to find himself another wife instead of wasting his time watching television. I don't know why Benjamin said that. When we were alone Friday, just before Sal left to go fishing, he told me that he seldom watches TV. Sal asked him why he never got married again. He just answered, 'All work and no play.' He added that he thought about joining one of those online dating services. But he hadn't committed himself. He said that he wasn't sure how or where he was going to find a wife. He was just going to take one day at a time and see where that would lead him. As I stood there looking out the kitchen window washing the dishes, my thoughts turned to this upcoming Friday. I found myself hoping that Sal would again visit his friend Sam Friday evening and leave me and Benjamin alone for a couple of hours. I wanted Benjamin to eat me again. I wanted to shower with him again. But mostly I wanted him to spank me again. The deliciously exquisite torture was something that I had never before experienced. I wanted to feel it again and to ride another rollercoaster of emotions. I think that is the most memorable thing about last Friday evening. Don't get me wrong. I loved it when both Sal and Benjamin were fucking me, one in my mouth and the other in my pussy. I also loved showering with Benjamin. But when Benjamin spanked my pussy, my ass and my perineum, that's when I turned into a fuck doll. That's what had been in my thoughts all weekend and the last couple of days. So when Sal mentioned to me that he invited Benjamin over this Friday for another threesome I was filled with delight, to say the least. After I finished cleaning up the kitchen I went into the living room and sat on the arm of Sal's chair. He was watching a sports network. A sports commentator was commenting about how the colleges were faring. I sensuously suggested that we go to bed earlier than usual and make love. "Not now Deidra, I'm trying to get the scores." "I didn't mean now honey," I answered him. "I mean later . . ." "Ok," he interrupted me. He waved me off and turned up the volume of the television. He was more interested in getting college ball scores than he was in making love to me. I went to the master bathroom to take a shower. Sitting on the stool, I put the massager on pulsate. I opened my cunt lips and pressed the massager directly up against my clitoris, just as Benjamin had done this past weekend. I pinched my clit as hard as I could. Then I masturbated. After I got off I just sat there and let the warm water splash over my body. Then I went to bed. I woke up just after two in the morning. I was alone. I tiptoed into the living room. Sal was asleep in his chair with the television showing a rerun of some college soccer ballgame. I went back to bed and masturbated again before falling to back to sleep. The next two days dragged by. I tried several things to get my mind off Friday evening but I failed each time. Besides doing the normal laundry, I washed the bedroom sheets and the bedroom curtains. I mopped the kitchen floor and washed down the cupboards. I even rented a machine and shampooed the living room shag carpet. Each time I finished one job I ended up returning to the bedroom or the shower and masturbating. By Friday afternoon I don't know what was cleaner, me or the house. It was about five o'clock when I decided I would get everything ready. First, I started to prepare the fish, dipping them in water and then in the fish fry -- I had taken them out of the freezer earlier in the morning. Next I cut up some potatoes, leaving the skin on. Both Sal and I like big, thick fries with the skin still on. I hoped Benjamin like his fries big and thick with the skin still on too. When I finished I put everything in the refrigerator until about six. That's when Sal usually got home from work. Dinner was to be at seven. I figured I would start cooking everything when Sal got home. Actually I was just trying to keep busy. I was as nervous as a June bride in anticipation to the upcoming events. I wanted everything to be perfect. I had purchased a nice bottle of Chardonnay Thursday afternoon and had it in the refrigerator ever since. I lit some scented candles and put them in the master bedroom, the living room and the dining room. I set the dining room table. I didn't know whether or not Sal would have me eat in the nude again. But just in case he didn't, I thought I would dress in something a little provocative for the occasion. I put on a sheer black brassier with matching thong. Along with this, I wore a pink button up blouse that tied at the waist, showing my navel. I left the top two buttons unbuttoned. With the blouse opened, you could see the top of the bra and the rise of my breasts. I also put on a pair of white, hot pants -- you could barely see the hue of the skin of my ass through the pants -- and a pair of black low heel pumps. Sal came home a couple of minutes before six. He looked me over and commented on how sexy I looked. Then he went to the middle bedroom where we keep the computer and played a video game. We have a three bedroom, two bath house. The middle bedroom is sort of an office. Sal keeps his hunting and fishing trophies there -- a stuffed deer head, a stuffed squirrel and one large fish -- along with the computer. I use it to work on my interior design portfolio. The other bedroom we keep as a guest room. But Sam is the only guest who has ever slept there from time to time, when the two of them go hunting or fishing together. I returned to the living room and watched television, although I was not paying attention to what was on -- I flipped channels several times. I was more interested with what I figured would happen to me later in the evening. I started frying the potatoes and fish a few minutes later. Just as I finished the rear doorbell rang. I glanced at the door. It was Benjamin. I was surprised to see that he was wearing a long-sleeve pink dress shirt with button down collar. He also had on tight black jeans and black loafers. By coincidence, we were dressed almost as twins. He handed me a bottle of white wine, a Sauvignon Blanc. It was already cold. He too commented on how sexy I looked as he entered into the kitchen. I thanked him for the wine and put it in the refrigerator -- I didn't let him see that I had already bought a bottle of Chardonnay. I ushered him into the living room and then went to inform Sal that our guest had arrived. He looked up from his video game and said he would be right there. Making of a Sex Slave Ch. 02 When I returned to the living room Benjamin was flipping through the channels as I had done earlier. "Sal will be along in a minute. Is there anything I can get you while we wait for him?" I asked Benjamin. "Just that lovely body of yours." I blushed and gave him a very demure smile. I bowed my head and answered almost inaudibly, "That's for later. I better get the wine." I retreated to the kitchen for some wine glasses and the Sauvignon Blanc. When I returned to the living room both Benjamin and Sal were at the dining room table waiting for me. I joined them. Sal said to me, "Give me the wine and the glasses Deidra. I'll open it up and pour it. You get the fish and fries." I returned a moment later with a platter of fried fish and a platter of French fries. Benjamin handed me a glass of wine. "I propose a toast," Benjamin exclaimed, "that this evening's festivities be just as pleasurable and memorable as last weeks." He then glanced in Sal's direction, turned his head and nodded in my direction. He looked directly into my eyes with a slight smile on his lips. I bowed my head and lowered my eyes. I could sense that he was thinking that he was again going to have me anyway he wanted me and that there was nothing that I could do to stop him. A wave of passion surged through my body. Sal answered, "I'm sure they will be Ben. Let's eat." Sal kept the conversation focused on college sports while we ate. Although Benjamin joined him, I got the impression from his frequent looks in my direction that he was only going along with the conversation to humor Sal and that he really just wanted to get in bed with me and fuck me until I was silly. As soon as we finished eating, Sal suggested we all go into the living room and the two of them watch me strip. Benjamin was all in favor of that. Sal went to his chair and Benjamin sat on the sofa. I stood in the middle of the room and did my thing. I have never done any exotic dancing and I really didn't know how to strip in any provocative manner. I did the best I could, swaying my hips back and forth and shaking my shoulders. First, I took off my blouse and dropped it in Sal's lap. Next I unbuttoned my pants and slowly slipped them down my legs. I shook my ass at both of them and threw the pants toward Benjamin. Then I pranced around the center of the living room for a few minutes, wearing only my brassier, thong and shoes. After that I unsnapped my bra and dropped it at my feet. I pinched both of my nipples and seductively smiled at Benjamin. I turned and blew a kiss toward Sal while bending over and presenting my ass to our guest. Sal gave me a wicked smile in return. Then I took off my shoes and, wearing only my black thong, again danced around the room for a couple of minutes. Lastly, I slowly slid my panties down my legs while presenting my ass to Sal. Then I stood up in front of Benjamin with my legs spread as wide as I could, giving him an unimpeded look at my pussy. I gave him the most seductive smile I could and threw the thong in his lap. I hoped that he was reading my thoughts. 'Baby I'm yours. You can have me anyway you want me.' He picked up the thong and sniffed the crotch. Then he looked me over from head to toe and smiled sensuously. A wave of passion rippled through my flesh. At that point Sal ordered me to kneel in front of him and suck his cock. He added that Benjamin could fuck me doggy style as he did the previous Friday evening. They both stripped down. Again, with Sal in my mouth and Benjamin deep in my vagina, they had me feeling as though I were a pig, roasting on a barbecue rotisserie spit. I was in seventh heaven the whole time. Just as he did last week, after he shot his load of cum into my mouth, Sal sat back and watched Benjamin fuck me. When we finished, Sal said that he wanted to watch me suck off Benjamin. I positioned myself so that I could watch Sal while I sucked Benjamin's dick. He masturbated while I performed fellatio on our guest. Afterwards, Sal suggested we all watch a triple X rated movie. Benjamin agreed. Then with Sal sitting naked in his favorite chair and Benjamin and I sitting naked on the sofa, we all watched the movie. Once the movie was over Sal thanked Benjamin, indicating that the sex party was over. I was mildly disappointed that there would be no more sex that evening -- I knew that Sal wouldn't fuck me later. I watched the two of them get dressed. I started to get dressed myself but Sal told me to remain naked. That surprised me and raised my hopes that maybe I was wrong, maybe Sal and I would make love later on. Then as Benjamin was leaving, Sal asked, "Same time next week Ben?" "Sure thing Sal," he answered my husband. "Want me to bring a movie or something?" "No Ben, I've got plenty here. Besides, I'm sure Deidra would enjoy just having you screw her. Wouldn't you?" he said to me. I didn't answer him. I just smiled and lowered my head. I went into the dining room and started to clean off the table. I put the dirty dishes in the sink and started to wash them. A few minutes later Sal joined me in the kitchen. He watched me washing the dishes for a moment. Then he said to me, "You were great this evening." He slapped me once on my naked ass and headed for the utility room. Just as I was finishing up he came back into the kitchen. He had his tackle box and two fishing polls with him. "I'm going fishing with Sam tomorrow. We want to make a weekend of it, so I'm sleeping at his house tonight and on his boat tomorrow night. I'll see you Sunday afternoon sometime." He paused, smiled and then added, "Hope you enjoy yourself." Then he left out the kitchen door. I watched him walk down the driveway, get into his pick-up truck and drive away. The only thing I could think of was that he had tactfully told me that I could spend the weekend with Benjamin if I wanted to. For a moment I didn't quite know what to do. I still didn't know Benjamin's phone number and I definitely wanted to take advantage of the situation. Since, I was still naked, I decided that I would put on a robe and go over to his house and invite him to spend the rest of the weekend with me. But no sooner had I made that decision when Benjamin was ringing the backdoor bell. As I opened the door for him he pushed passed me and said, "I saw Sal leave with his fishing gear and I thought that maybe you would enjoy some company." "He won't be back until sometime Sunday afternoon," I answered him. "We have the whole weekend to ourselves." He had a small gym bag in his right hand. He dropped it, cupped my left breast, put his left hand in the small of my back, pulling me into him self, and kissed me hard on my lips. His tongue searched my orifice. I moaned and sucked his tongue deeper into my mouth. I pressed my vagina against his groin. I could feel that he was already erect. My passion was rekindled. When we broke the kiss he picked up the gym bag off the floor. He looked me over from head to toe and said, "I'm glad that you're still naked; I like seeing you naked." "What's in the bag," I asked, although I had an idea. "I've got some toys for us to play with," he stated with a sly smile on his face. "I think you'll like them." He placed the bag on the kitchen counter, opened it and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He cuffed my right wrist. Then he turned me around and cuffed both of my wrists behind my back. Although I only had a vague idea as to what Benjamin was going to do to my naked body, I didn't try to stop him. I knew that whatever he was going to do to me, I would enjoy it. In fact, I knew that I would savor it. Next he took out a long length of chain and clamped it with a rock climber's karabiner around my waist, letting the end of it dangle down to my ankles. After that he attached some clamps to each of my nipples. These had serrated teeth with little weights attached to them. He tugged on each one as he attached it to my tit. They really bit into my nipples and hurt. I flinched slightly but I didn't say a word. I just let him do to me whatever he wanted to. Besides, I was too ecstatic with joy to complain. Then he put a blindfold and a flogger on the counter. Finally, he took out an electric wand. I have read about these and the exquisite torture they can mete out to someone. I shuddered. "For the remainder of the weekend you are going to be my naked sex slave," he said. "If things get too much, if you need a break or anything you are to call out the phrase 'cotton plantation.' Is that understood?" "Yes," I answered him. "Yes Sir. You are to address me as 'Sir' at all times. Do you understand slave?" "Yes Sir," is all I said. I could feel the juices in my pussy heating up and flowing freely. "You will also wear the chain around your waist at all times as a symbol of your sexual slavery to me. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir." Benjamin then placed the flogger in my bound hands, ordering me not to drop it. Next he picked up the gym bag, the blindfold and the wand and, pulling on the chain around my waist, guided me down the hallway to the master bedroom. He put the gym bag on the floor near the wall and the blindfold and wand on the edge of the bed. He removed all his clothes, placing them on the floor next to the gym bag. He took a clit clamp out of the bag and put it and his belt on the edge of the bed near the wand. I closed my eyes as a wave of passion ran through my body. He hadn't administered the first smack to my ass, hadn't begun to torture my body and already I was a puddle of emotion. He took the flogger out of my hands and ordered me to sit on the edge of the bed next to the clit clamp. He then ordered me to open my legs. I did so without a word. Then he knelt in front of me, opened my pussy lips and started to lick and suck on my clitoris. Within seconds I was soaring to high heaven. As soon as I moaned in pleasure, Benjamin stopped the cunnilingus and pinched the clamp on my clit. He yanked hard on it. I yelled out but he only smiled. He pulled me to my feet and pushed me to the center of the room. He repositioned my feet so that my legs were wide apart. Next he put the blindfold on me and ordered me not to move, not to utter any sound or to say anything except the phrase cotton plantation if I needed relief. I just nodded. I was too filled with euphoria to do anything else. Then he began to whip me with the flogger. The first several smacks were to my tits. They were followed by a couple of smacks to my stomach. Next he hit my pussy mound numerous times. Finally, he beat my ass cheeks. He must have hit my buttocks a dozen times before stopping. Although not very hard, all the smacks were in rapid succession and they left me feeling ecstatic. Benjamin then rubbed the areas he hit. But after several moments he began to beat me again with the flogger. Again, none of the blows were very hard. But I could feel my flesh stinging. The pain was delicious. I wanted him to continue. I wanted more of the exquisite torture Benjamin was administering to my flesh, causing me to wonder whether or not I was a pain slut. He continued to beat me; the pain increased. I didn't know if it was because he was hitting me harder or if it was due to the soreness of my flesh. I started to cry softly. "Are you OK?" he asked, "Yes I'm OK," I answered through my tears. He smacked my ass hard with the belt, two whacks to each buttock. It hurt. "You are supposed to address me as Sir. Do you understand slave." "Yes Sir," is all I said. My ass was on fire. "What is the phrase you are to say if you need a relief?" "Cotton plantation Sir." Benjamin then began to rub my tits, my pussy and my ass cheeks. I felt immediate relief. The pain was replaced with elation. I began to rise out of my agony and into a blessed euphoria. I moaned ever so faintly. He continued to bring wonderful release to my sore flesh for several moments. Then without warning he began to spank me with the flogger once again. I grimaced. He repeatedly, randomly struck my ass, my vagina, my stomach, my thighs and my tits. Blindfolded, I didn't know where each blow was going to land. I was again sent into a prison of hurt. My pussy was throbbing, my tits were aching, my ass and thighs were stinging. I started to cry once more. He hit me several more times before stopping. He removed the clamps and suckled my tits and clit. He then began to massage the areas of my body he had been smacking. Once more I rose to a heavenly bliss. Joy and delight were mine. Ecstasy and euphoria were within my grasp. But each time the pleasure was short lived. As soon as I began to enjoy the moment, it was taken away. Three more times he sent me down into a dungeon of pain. Three more times he drew me up into a palace of enchantment. My emotions were on an elevator, up and down, up and down. I felt like I was his personal yo-yo, his captive puppet. I could not escape. I longed for Benjamin to fuck me, to give me release from the torment of my passions. My only desire was for him to use me as his personal fuck toy. After what seemed like an eternity of up and down emotions Benjamin removed the blindfold and the handcuffs. I still had the chain around my waist. He ordered me to get into bed. While I pulled the sheets back he put the electric wand on the floor near his belt and the flogger. He climbed into the bed and pushed my thighs open; I was lying on my back. Kneeling between my legs, he opened my cunt lips with his left hand as he guided himself into my womanhood with his right. He pushed his head into me every so slowly. Then as soon as his head was inside my vagina he rammed his cock deep into my canyon. I moaned. He grunted. Then he grabbed onto my waist and pummeled my vagina. His thrusts were forceful; his plunges deep into me. I intensely felt every one of them. He fucked me like I've never been fucked before. It was even more rewarding than the previous Friday night. The desiccation I felt moments earlier from the spanking was quickly replaced by the ecstasy of my rising elation. When my orgasm came it rocked my whole body and left me trembling. I was completely exhausted but totally fulfilled sexually. I was lying on my back and breathing hard. Benjamin was to my left leaning up on his elbow. He was caressing my breast. After a few minutes, I rolled over, snuggled up next to him, closed my eyes and fell into a blissful sleep. But I didn't sleep very long, maybe twenty minutes. When I awoke I was alone. There were some ropes along with the blindfold near the end of the bed. I closed my eyes and shuddered at the thought that Benjamin was not finished torturing me sexually. I sat up and fingered the chain around my waist. A few moments later Benjamin entered with a large bowl of water and ice cubes. He put the bowl on the nightstand next to the bed. "Did you enjoy what I just did to you?" "Yes I did," I answered him with a smile. He frowned. "Turn over and get on your knees. Put your ass in the air." I did so and watched him as he picked up his belt off the floor. He smacked my ass hard with it. I grimaced and he hit me again several more times. "You are to address me as Sir at all times. Do you understand slave?" "Yes Sir," I answered him. My ass was burning. "Now lay out on the bed with your arms and legs spread out. If you enjoyed what I did to you a few moments ago, then you're going to relish what I'm about to do to your sensuous body." I quickly obeyed him without comment. He then tied my wrists to the headboard and my ankles to the feet of the queen size bed. He momentarily went into the bathroom, coming out with a washcloth. He dipped the cloth in the ice water, wrung it out and proceeded to wipe down my vagina, stomach and tits. It was cold; I shivered. Benjamin smiled wickedly. Picked up the electric wand, turned it on and touched my pussy lips with it. I yelled out and bucked up my hips as high as the restraints allowed me. "Benjamin, what did you just do to me?" I exclaimed. Then more weakly, "Oh, oh, it felt so good." "I'll ignore your not addressing me properly because of the ah . . . shall I say shock that I just administered to you. But see that it does not happen again. Do you want me to continue?" "Oh please do Sir. Yes please continue Sir. It was so delicious." He again touched my pussy with the wand. Again, I yelled out and bucked up my hips as far as I could. He pressed the wand against my left nipple, paused and touched the right nipple. I moaned. The shock was exquisite. It left me yearning for more. For the next twenty or thirty minutes Benjamin continued to shock various parts of my body. I had lost all track of time. The only thing I could think of was the pure joy he was administering to my flesh. He would wipe my skin with the ice cold wet cloth and then touch me with the wand. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever felt in my life. When Benjamin finally turned off the wand, I was a quivering mass of euphoria. I was a helpless kitten. He untied me, turned me over and then fucked my pussy doggy style. Afterwards, I again snuggled up against him. The last thing I remember before falling into an idyllic sleep was Benjamin telling me that we would continue in the morning. To be continued... Making of a Sex Slave Ch. 03 When I woke up Saturday morning I was alone. My first thought was that Benjamin had gone home. Then I thought no, he must be in the living room watching television or something. I got up. The chain was still around my waist with the end dangling down to my ankles. I walked naked into the living room. He wasn't there. He was in the kitchen, wearing Sal's robe. I could smell some bacon frying. I knew that there wasn't any bacon in my refrigerator. I assumed he got it from his own house. "Good morning Deidra," Benjamin said as I entered the kitchen. "I was about to come get you. Breakfast is almost ready." "Good morning. Did you . . ." I suddenly remembered that I have to add the word Sir to my statements whenever I speak to him. "Good morning Sir. Did you get the bacon from your house?" "Yes I did." He looked down at my bare feet. "Go get some slippers on your feet. I wouldn't want you to catch a cold or something because you didn't have your feet protected." He had on his loafers but no socks. "Yes Sir," I answered. As I reentered my bedroom I couldn't help but think that Sal had never cared so much about my health as to order me to put slippers on my feet so that I wouldn't catch a cold. I smiled. When I returned I met Benjamin in the dining room; he was setting the table. I asked him how long I had to wear the chain around my waist. I told him it kept hitting up against my legs. "For this weekend, you are to wear nothing except your slippers and the chain around your waist for as long as you desire to be my sex slave. As I told you yesterday, the chain is a symbol of your sexual slavery to me. If you take it off you will cease to be my sex slave. Do you understand slave?" "Yes Sir." I was humbled but I also felt a release in that humility. My heart suddenly surged with joy at the thought that I was his sex slave for the weekend. "As for it hitting against your legs, that is the price you must pay for the privilege of becoming my sex slave. Hold the end of the chain in your hand if it bothers you." "Yes Sir." I didn't know what else to say. "Now sit down and eat your bacon and eggs. Afterwards we'll play a little game I have planed." We were both naked; Benjamin had taken off Sal's robe. He was erect, very erect. I was hot, very hot. He sat next to me instead of across from me as Sal did. Every now and then he would stroke his hard cock while caressing my right thigh, my right breast or groping my pussy. Other than that, we ate breakfast mostly in silence. Benjamin had gotten his laptop computer when he got the bacon. He was surfing the Internet, reading the news. He explained that he did this every morning while eating his breakfast. As soon as he finished eating Benjamin turned his chair to face me. I had already finished and was just sitting next to him, watching him. I was thinking that I had only met this man twice and yet, I wanted him in my life. I did not want to go through the rest of my life and never again have sex with him. He ordered me to get on my knees and suck him off. Dessert he called it. I was more than happy to accommodate him. All during breakfast, while watching him stroke his manhood, I was hoping that he would let me suck his dick when we finished eating breakfast. He shot his cum into my mouth and onto my face. Its warmth on my lips, chin and cheek was exhilarating. I have never felt that way when Sal shot his load onto me. I just accepted it. But when Benjamin let loose onto my face, it was as though a sovereign was pouring his life blood onto me, giving me his soul and making me a part of him. I suddenly felt like I was royalty or at least among royalty. He was my king, my master and I was his loyal slave. I wiped his cum off my chin and cheek with my fingers and hand. As I was licking it off my fingers, Benjamin grabbed my wrist and raised my hand to his lips. He put my fingers into his mouth and sucked his jism off of them. Sal had never done that. He always said that it was unmanly for a man to eat cum. I didn't believe him; I just accepted it. After, Benjamin ordered me to clean up the kitchen. He said that work must come before pleasure. I demurely mentioned that I had already been pleasured when he allowed me to suck him off. He just smiled. I went to the kitchen and began to wash the breakfast dishes. Meanwhile, explaining that he had some computer passwords written down in his wallet, Benjamin retrieved it from his gym bag and began to do some accounting work on his laptop. When I finished he ordered me to go into the living room; he went to the bedroom and retrieved the electric wand. He asked me if I had a yard stick. I answered him that there was a rather thick, meter long ruler in the middle bedroom. He told me to go get it. After I returned, he commanded me to stand in the center of the living room with my hands interlocked behind my head and my legs spread apart. "I am the teacher and you are my student," he said to me. "Today is test day. Every time you answer a question correctly I'm going to delight you with the electric wand. But every time you answer a question incorrectly I'm going to smack your ass, your tits or your pussy with the ruler." "Yes Sir." I could feel the juices in my womanhood heating up in anticipation to what he was going to do to my flesh. "First question, how far is Orvieto from Rome in centimeters?" I had heard of Orvieto. I knew it was little municipality somewhere north of Rome. But that is all I knew. "I don't know Sir." The punishment to my ass was quick and hard, two burning smacks to each cheek. I grimaced. "Next question, what is the weight of the moon in kilograms?" "I don't know Sir." Again, the chastisement was immediate and hard. But this time he hit my pussy mound twice. I moaned. The next several questions were similarly impossible for me to answer correctly. Each time I answered that I did not know or answered incorrectly he would smack me. Soon my ass, my tits and my vagina were all on fire. My eyes were filled with tears. But the following several questions were very easy to answer. He asked me questions like 'what is five times five' and 'how do you spell slave.' Each time I answered a question correctly he touched my skin with the electric wand. The sensations were ecstatic and left my flesh tingling all over. For the next thirty minutes or so -- it seemed like an eternity -- he either smacked me with the ruler or shocked me with the electric wand. Just like the night before he had my emotions on a rollercoaster but I didn't want him to stop. I yearned for more and yet, I longed for release. I was a slave to my own passions, a prisoner of my own desires. When the "test" was over, he grabbed the chain around my waist and pulled me into the master bedroom. He lay down in the middle of the bed and ordered me to mount him. I eagerly eased my womanhood onto his dick. I grasped his right thigh with my left hand and began to rub my clitoris with my right middle finger. I rode him like a cowgirl riding a wild stallion. As soon as I impaled my wet cunt onto his stiff cock he pinched my nipples hard. The entire time I was humping him he held onto my nipples, pulling on them, while thrusting up into me. I was in pain and pleasure, agony and ecstasy throughout the entire fuck session. When my volcano finally erupted it shook my whole body. Just as before, the love making left me a quivering puddle of delight. I fell onto his chest and began to cry tears of joy. Benjamin stroked my hair and rubbed his hand up and down my back. He whispered into my ear to let my emotions take control of my aching body, to let the passion ripple through my tortured flesh. But his advice was moot. I was too weak and too filled with bliss to do anything except lie on his chest and let the ecstasy run through my body. After several moments of just lying on top of him, I sat up. Benjamin's dick was flaccid and rubbing against my pussy. Some cum had oozed out and wet my lips. Ignoring that, I repositioned myself and knelt next to him and started to suck his cock. But he stopped me and ordered me to lie on my back. Then he knelt over me with his penis directly over my mouth; his mouth was over my vagina. I opened my legs as wide as I could; he licked his jism off my cunt lips. Meanwhile, I took his cock deep into my hungry orifice. I was rewarded with another mouthful of his sweet cream and a tremendous orgasm from the cunnilingus he performed on me. When we finished he told me that he had to finish his accounting work. He reminded me that work must come before pleasure. He ordered me to strip the bed of its sheets and to wash them and to remake the bed with clean sheets. He also told me to gather up all the sex toys we used and to place them in his gym bag and to return the meter stick to the middle bedroom. Then he asked me to join him in the dining room after the sheets were in the washer and the bed was made with clean sheets. I asked him what other sex games were we going to play but he just smiled wickedly said that I would find out soon enough. While performing the domestic chores I couldn't help but reminisce on my earlier thoughts. Now that I have been introduced to sex with him, I will always want Benjamin in my sex life. I didn't quite know how I was going to manage that. He said that he only had a six month lease on the house -- that's all he needed to finish the remodeling of his own house. He paid the owner a bonus to allow him out of a yearly lease. I knew that once he moved out I would have no way of keeping in touch with him unless he gave me home address. I was determined to get that as soon as possible. The trouble was that he was secretive with his home address. At least he appeared to be that way whenever I asked him for it; he always sidestepped my questions about it. Also, he always kept is wallet near him. At other times and for any other information, Benjamin was an open book. All I had to do was ask him and he gave me the information I sought. The other problem was Sal. I didn't know how long he was going to allow Benjamin to come over and continue to fuck me. He gave both Benjamin and me Friday evening the impression that this was going to be a weekly affair, something we would all engage in every Friday night. Well, we would continue to do it for a while anyway. Not only that, last week the threesome was just a Friday night affair. But this week, well Friday was a threesome while the rest of the weekend Sal went fishing, leaving me and Benjamin alone. Which of the two was Sal going to let me enjoy. The third problem -- actually part of the second problem -- I didn't know whether Sal was going to allow Benjamin to come over after he moved back into his own house. Like I said, I wanted Benjamin in my sex life for the rest of my life and I didn't know if Sal was going to allow that if Benjamin wasn't living next door. The sex I had with Benjamin these last two weeks opened a new door for me. Barbara had gotten me interested in reading about bondage and discipline sex. But now Benjamin got me wanting to participate in it. I didn't want that taken away from me and I knew that Sal would never agree to any B & D stuff. The only thing he ever wanted to do was to screw me and then roll over and go to sleep. I only knew that somehow I was going to let Benjamin continue to use me as his submissive fuck toy, even if I had to become his personal mistress. I was also beginning to worry about whether or not Sal was going to invite his friend Sam over to fuck me. Sam is thoughtful and polite but in my opinion he's also a total bore. If you got an opinion on something he's got a comment about it. Not only that, he thinks he knows it all. According to him, his judgment is final; no one knows as much as him. I had no desire to have any kind of sex with Sam, especially after what I had experienced with Benjamin. Indeed, I wondered whether any man could ever satisfy me sexually now that Benjamin has fucked me. As soon as I finished making the master bed with clean sheets I went around the house picking up the sex toys. When I opened the gym bag to put them in I also checked out the other toys that were in the bag. Besides the flogger, the wand, the clamps, the blindfold, the handcuffs and the ropes, there was a huge, very realistic looking dildo -- I shuddered at the thought of what it would do to my vagina if he rammed it into me without any kind of lubricant -- a large vibrator, a leather paddle, some more ropes, more clamps, a set of Velcro ankle manacles attached together by a long chain and finally, a pair of leather hand cuffs, also attached together with a long chain. Then I joined Benjamin in the dining room. He was still doing some accounting work on his laptop. I sat down next to him and toyed with the end of the chain around my waist. He looked at me and then glanced down at my pussy. He smiled. I opened my legs a little wider to give him a better view of my mound. For some strange reason at that moment I suddenly felt humbled; I felt as though it were a privilege to sit here next to him. A wave of passion flowed through my veins. I bowed my head down and thought how kind and compassionate he was. After a moment, he asked me how long before the bed sheets were finished washing. I told him about twenty or thirty minutes. He told me to put them in the dryer as soon as they finished washing. He then returned to the figures in the spreadsheet on his screen. I continued to sit next to Benjamin for several minutes. Then I went to the middle bedroom and retrieved my electronic book reader. I again sat down next to him and opened it to resume reading a book I had started earlier, Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes. I was content to just sit next to him and read. After several minutes he again glanced at me, then at my vagina and then returned to his accounting work. He did that several times before stopping. He saved his work and sat back in the chair. He asked me if there was anything in particular that I wished to do. I answered him no. We then went into the living room and sat on the sofa together. We were both still naked. We chatted for about an hour or so, mostly about each other. He use to work as an accountant for a large corporation but after several years there he quit and opened up his own small accounting and tax preparation business. But lately his business has picked up so he decided to turn the master bedroom into an office -- it's a little larger than the other bedrooms -- and add another larger master bedroom. At present, he works out of one of the other bedrooms of his house. As soon as the remodeling on his house is finished he is going to work out of the old master bedroom; it will have its own entrance. That way, on the rare occasions that one of his clients does visit him it will seem more like an office and not a makeover bedroom. When I told him that I work part time for a temporary service company as a secretary and receptionist he said that he only needs a part time secretary. He even hinted that he might hire me. When he said that, my dreams of becoming his personal fuck toy really took off. But I didn't tell him that. I just thanked him and told him that he would have to give me his phone number and address. At that point, he got up and went into the dining room. He retrieved one of his business cards from his wallet. It had his e-mail address on it. But he scratched off his business phone number from it with the comment that he was changing that number. He wrote his cell pone number on it. I thanked him and put the card in my purse, which I keep in the master bedroom. When I returned he grabbed onto the chain around my waist and pulled me to the center of the living room. He ordered me to get on my hands and knees. He then fucked me doggy style. Although it was vanilla sex, it was still great. Most of the rest of the weekend was vanilla sex. Benjamin said my ass needed the rest. Saturday night he put the blindfold back on me, ordered me to stand in the center of the bedroom with my hands locked behind my head and my legs wide apart. He then proceeded to rake a dinner fork over various parts of my body. There was no pain involved, just a delicious sensation spreading across my skin every time he scraped me with the fork. The sensation also filled me with wanting. My pussy -- which by the way he scrapped more than any other part of my body -- was on fire. I could feel the juices of my vagina flowing hot. My only desire was for Benjamin to fuck me until I was a used up ragdoll. Late Sunday morning he again shocked me with the electric wand. At first he didn't want to, exclaiming that my body needed the rest. But I told him that that was from the spanking. He finally agreed and had me lie face up on the bed. He then had me point to the parts of my body that I wanted him to stimulate. Although I pointed to places all over my body, most of the direction was to my vagina, particularly to my clitoris. After, we made love. Around two in the afternoon Benjamin got dressed and prepared to leave. I was still naked, wearing only my slippers. He had removed the chain from around my waist several minutes earlier. I asked him if he was going to stay gone most of the week as he had done this past week. He knew exactly what I was thinking. He returned my question with a question of his own, "Why, do you want me to come over here and fuck that pretty pussy of yours again?" "Yes Sir," I answered him in a very demure tone. "I would love for you to take me and use me as you will. I would love to submit to you again Sir." "What about Sal?" "He almost always goes with his friend Sam to a local bar on Monday and Thursday evenings Sir. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you came over one of those days Sir." By this time I didn't care what Sal thought about my asking Benjamin over to make love to me. He was the one who started this, not me. I was just taking advantage of the situation. "What if he doesn't go out with his friend? Do you think he would agree to another threesome other than the Friday night thing we do" "I don't know Sir. I'll have to ask him Sir." I didn't want another threesome with Sal and Benjamin. I knew that would come Friday night. I wanted Benjamin alone, just the two of us. Mainly because it would be just vanilla sex if Sal was there; there would be no B & D playing. Not that there was anything wrong with vanilla sex with Benjamin. It's just that since he -- and Barbara to some extent -- introduced me to bondage and discipline sex . . . well I don't want to go through the rest of my life without it. "OK, give me a call as soon as you find out. Then we can do our thing together." He then reached out, lightly pinched my left nipple and tugged on it slightly. "Yes Sir," I answered him. Then he left. There are a few boards missing in the fence separating our two houses. I watched him step over the fence at that spot and go into his own backdoor. I closed my backdoor and leaned against it. I closed my eyes and thought about the events of the past couple of weeks. The thought that was uppermost in my mind was what joy Benjamin had brought into my life. I cupped my left breast and smiled. I knew that he would be a part of my future sex life, but exactly what I had not figured out as yet. I was just happy knowing that he would be there. Sal didn't come home until just after four Sunday afternoon. He only had a few fish with him. He said that he and Sam sold most of the fish they caught to a local seafood store. He cleaned the ones he had and I fried them along with some French fries for our evening meal. During supper I thought Sal would ask me about my weekend. But he didn't. In fact, we barely spoke; he was busy reading a sports magazine. He acted as though he never knew that Benjamin and I had spent the weekend together. Making of a Sex Slave Ch. 03 Sal went to bed early. He said that he was tired; he didn't get much sleep while out on Sam's boat. I stayed up and watched a movie on TV. After the movie I took a shower. I masturbated while showering, fantasying of Benjamin the whole time. By the time I got to bed it was almost midnight; Sal was snoring away. Sal didn't go with his friend Sam to the local bar on Monday as he usually does. He said that Sam had relatives over to his house and couldn't get out. Rather than go alone, he stayed home. I took advantage of the situation and asked Sal about the threesome he had started with Benjamin. "I thought I'd make some changes and add a little spice to our sex life," he answered me. "When we make love all you do is lay there." I was flabbergasted. I wanted to tell him that he's the one who needs to do something other than fuck me and then go to sleep. But I thought that it would be better if I just kept my mouth shut. "I thought you would enjoy it," he continued. "If you want to stop just let me know. But from the way you acted I got the impression that you want to continue. Besides, I believe that it's good for you to have other interests. It beats sitting home and watching TV or gossiping with Barbara all the time." I couldn't believe my ears. He knows that I seldom watch television. By 'other interests' he could only mean one thing. He wanted me to have an affair with Benjamin. He was pushing me towards Benjamin. I thought that if that's what he wants me to do then I will more than happy to accommodate him. "Well I was thinking that maybe we could have Benjamin over here more often. Like you said Sal, having Benjamin over will spice up our sex life." "Sure, why not," he answered me. "You want me to invite him over tomorrow night?" "If that's what you want." I paused and then added, "I'll have to go to the market and get something . . ." "No not for supper," Sal interrupted me, "just for sex." "Well, OK Sal. I don't mind if you don't mind." I didn't want to sound too enthusiastic as he might change his mind if he knew that I preferred having sex with Benjamin over him. I then excused myself with an explanation that I had to use the bathroom. When I got there it took all my self control not to scream out for joy as loud as I could. Tuesday evening was a total surprise to me. Sal invited Benjamin over for some sex with me, just as he said he would do. But the surprise came when he just sat in his chair and watched Benjamin fuck me doggy style. I was wearing black hip rider jeans that zippered half way up the calf of each leg; I kept the zipper open all the way. Along with this, I had on a sky blue knit pullover with a V-neck. For underwear, I was wearing a baby-blue lace brassier with matching baby-blue thong. My shoes consisted of plain black calf-length leather boots with low heels. I did a strip just like I did the previous Friday. But then when it came time for me to suck Sal off while Benjamin screwed me, Sal just told me to 'have some fun with Ben.' Then afterwards while I was performing fellatio on Benjamin, Sal masturbated, shooting his jism into a handkerchief. Then Sal gave me an even bigger surprise. I had gotten some of Benjamin's cum in my hair. I was trying to wipe it out with my fingers when Sal suggested that me and Benjamin go shower together and wash my hair. He said that he wanted to watch a ballgame on television. I looked at Benjamin. He gave me a sly smile and stood up. He then helped me to my feet. The two of us walked naked to the shower in the master bedroom. Just as he did Friday, Benjamin washed my whole body. But this time he also washed my hair. After rinsing me off, he fucked me and then ate my pussy. Again, it was all very gratifying. Then while he blow dried my hair, I knelt in front of him and sucked his dick again. The only disappointing thing about it was that he didn't cum again. In fact, he barely got an erection. He said it was because he wasn't concentrating; he was too busy occupied in blow drying my hair. When we finished we returned naked to the living room. Sal was still watching the ballgame; he was dressed. When a commercial came on he told me to walk Ben home. The two of us got dressed and I followed Benjamin out the backdoor to his house. While standing next to the opening in the fence I asked him if he wanted to come over Thursday evening. I told him that Sal probably wouldn't be home. Benjamin readily agreed. I told him that I would call him when Sal left for his friend's house. Then he grabbed my shoulders and kissed me hard on my lips. He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. I hungrily sucked on it. When we broke the kiss Benjamin smacked me hard on my left ass cheek. He paused and then smacked me hard again. I moaned. He smiled and said, "See you Thursday." Then he went into his house. I went inside with a smile on my face and rubbing my ass. I went straight to bed. I woke up about three in the morning. I was alone so I tiptoed into the living room. Sal was asleep in his chair. The TV had on a sports commentator talking about an upcoming ballgame. I went back to bed and masturbated myself back to sleep. I have been masturbating more and more lately. Before Benjamin came into my life I think I only did it about once a week, maybe once every ten days or something like that. But now, well I've masturbated more times than I can count within the past couple of weeks. It's like I can't get enough orgasms. I wonder if I'm turning into an orgasm slut. I wonder if there is such a thing. I'll have to look it up on the Internet. After supper Thursday, as Sal was getting ready to go to Sam's house, he asked me what my plans were for the evening. Usually he just said, 'see you at nine,' and then walked out. But his question caused me to suspect that he figured that I had invited Benjamin over for some sex. Then again, I'm sure that's what he wanted me to do. I didn't want to tell him that I had asked Benjamin over nor did I want to lie to him. I just answered him, "Whatever." "Well don't wait up for me. I won't be home till eleven or later; Sam and I are going to celebrate his birthday." He stopped momentarily at the door, winked at me and continued, "I know you'll enjoy yourself, probably more so than . . ." he didn't finish his sentence. He just turned and walked out, closing the door behind himself. I got the distinct impression that he was staying out later than usual in order to give me and Benjamin more time alone together. Not only did he want me to have an affair with Benjamin, by winking at me and telling me that I'll probably enjoy myself more than when I'm with him -- I'm sure that's what he meant -- he didn't care if I preferred to have sex with our next door neighbor over him. I shook my head in disbelief. As soon as he pulled out of the driveway I called Benjamin. When he answered his cell phone I told him that Sal said that he wouldn't be home until eleven o'clock or later. Benjamin informed me that he would be right over and asked me if I wanted him to bring the electric wand. I, of course, said yes. Before he hung up Benjamin let me know in a very commanding tone that he wanted me naked except my slippers when he arrived at my rear door. I answered him with a demure, 'yes Sir.' As soon as I let him in the backdoor, Benjamin put the chain around my waist. Then we went straight to the bedroom. There he had me lie on my back. He tied both my wrists and my ankles to the headboard. My legs were then above my head and my entire ass and groin was exposed to him. Next he put some clamps on my pussy lips, opened my labia and duct taped the clamps to my thighs, revealing my clitoris. After that he knelt on the bed and licked and sucked my lips and clit. As soon as my clitoris was gorged with blood he put a clamp on it. I moaned. He pulled hard on the clit clamp and I swooned. But the pain was delicious. He asked me if I was ready for the electric wand. I answered simply 'yes.' Benjamin immediately walked out of the room, leaving me tied to the headboard with my ass and pussy completely exposed. He returned a moment later with the meter stick in his hand. The smack to my ass with the ruler was immediate and hard. He paused and hit me hard three more times. I squeezed my eyes shut in pain. "You are supposed to address me as Sir or don't you remember," he barked at me. "Yes Sir. I forgot Sir. It won't happen again Sir." "See that it doesn't slave." He hit my ass cheeks hard four more times. I grimaced again. Then he licked my vagina again, getting it wet with his saliva. When I was wet enough he touched my clitoris with the electric wand. The stimulation was beautiful. The shock radiated throughout my entire groin, raising my arousal level. Then for the next several minutes he randomly touched the wand to my clitoris, my pussy lips, my thighs, my buttocks and my entire groin area. My passions were on fire; I only wanted him to fuck me until I was a used up ragdoll. "Please Benjamin Sir, I need you to fuck me? I need release Sir." I begged him. "Not yet slave, I'm not through torturing you." He removed the clamp from off my clit and began to lick and suck it. After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, just before I reached an orgasm, he stopped and began to lightly spank my ass, my thighs, my perineum and my pussy with the ruler. The smacks were not that hard, nothing like the earlier whacks he gave me for disrespecting him. They were just hard enough for me to feel the sting. I was immediately hurled from a plateau of pleasure down into a pit of pain. For the next couple of minutes or so the blows came one after another. Just as with the wand, the smacks were random. Then without warning, he began to eat me again. He licked my pussy lips and sucked my clit, again bringing me to the edge of my orgasm. Then he touched my clit with the wand. I screamed out and he touched my clit again. I was in total rapture. The delight was radiating out from my groin and running up and down my spine. My passions were on an elevator, up and down, up and down. I was going from torment to bliss and back to torment again. He touched my pussy lips and my clitoris again and then my thighs, my ass and my perineum. Next he smacked those same areas with the ruler. When he perceived that I could no longer stand the torture, he licked my pussy and sucked my clit until I began to moan in pleasure. Then he would repeat the cycle of persecution. I was in heaven and hell, ecstasy and agony, paradise and purgatory. My emotions were on a rollercoaster of joy and pain. I longed for relief. I looked into his eyes, imploring him to fuck me. He removed the clamps from off my pussy lips, untied me and positioned himself between my thighs. I was lying on my back; he was kneeling in front of me. He held his rigid cock in his right hand and guided it toward the entrance of my womanhood. I opened my lips with my left hand and guided him the rest of the way into my cavern with my right. As soon as his head was in me, he rammed his pole deep into my vagina with a grunt. I moaned. Then he fucked me hard. Each forward thrust was like an eighteen wheeler hitting me. He grunted and I moaned. My whole body shook. Holding onto my hips for leverage, he humped me and rode me as though I was a wild horse that needed to be broken in. I interlocked my ankles behind his back and thrust up with each forward pump. Harder and deeper, he pummeled me. Tighter and stronger I held onto him. We were two lovers headed for the Fourth of July celebrations. The heat of our passions drove us on, sweating, grunting, moaning. He impaled me; I enshrouded him. Pushing, forcing we were almost there. I could feel the juices in my vagina ready to explode, ready to boil over. The thrusts of his hips were harder, faster. I clamped my cervix around his cock, locking him in me. I pushed up; he humped down. I moaned loudly; he grunted forcefully. He was a piston ramming in and out of my passionate engine. I was a flaming hearth; he was a hot branding iron. Suddenly my volcano erupted and I screamed out. I bucked up my hips into him as hard as I could. My orgasm stimulated him on. The force of his thrusts increased. Then after several more pumps he too exploded, filling my grotto with his juice. I reached up, grabbing onto his upper arms and pulled him down on top of me. I kissed him hard on the lips, shoving my tongue deep into his mouth. Our tongues danced together. I moaned. After we broke the kiss I cried weakly, "Oh Benjamin, oh Benjamin." My arms were locked around his shoulders, embracing him tightly, holding him close to me. "Hush my darling," he whispered into my ear. "Let the joy fill your body." I could only hug him tight as the bliss rippled through my flesh. He was running his hands up and down my sides, giving me goose bumps. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. After several moments Benjamin rolled to my side. He gave me a wicked smile and then said, "It's time for dessert. Get on top of me. I want to suck all that cum out of your pussy while you suck my dick." I gave him a very demure smile and answered, "Yes Sir." Then I straddled his face while I filled my mouth with his manhood. I kissed his head and licked and sucked his opening, slurping up all the cum that was still oozing from his cock. I could taste the juices of my vagina on his penis. I felt him open my lips and lick and suck my clitoris. Within minutes we brought each other to tremendous orgasms. Next Benjamin led me into the shower and bathed me. After that we returned to the bedroom. We didn't have any more sex that evening; we just sat on the bed and talked. But since we were both still naked, my arousal level remained high. We talked about a variety of subjects. He obviously knew more about B & D sex than I did so I questioned him about it. He answered several questions that I had concerning a Dom and a submissive, tops and bottoms as well as helping me with such terms as switcher, role playing scene, slave contract and live-in sex slave. He also clarified somewhat the difference between a sex slave and a sexual submissive. He said that the difference is mainly in how a submissive or sex slave perceives themselves. But generally the relationship is more intense between a Master and a sex slave than there is between a Dom and a submissive. Other than that he said that there is really no difference between the two. He then gave me some Internet URLs he said would help me explain the difference between the two. Benjamin left a few minutes after eleven; I didn't want him here when Sal came home. I explained to him that I wasn't worried about Sal seeing him here because of what he said earlier, about me enjoying myself and him not coming home until after eleven. I just didn't want Sal to come home while Benjamin and I were having sex. I didn't want the complication it would cause; I knew it would make me feel uncomfortable. Benjamin said that he understood. He kissed me goodnight and said that he would see me Friday evening. After he left I masturbated. I then realized that I suddenly felt empty without him. I could hardly wait for him to return Friday evening. I had picked up a secretarial position the previous Tuesday that lasted the rest of the week. I didn't have any problems working Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. But Friday I had a hard time concentrating on my job. My thoughts kept returning to sex with Benjamin. All day long I found myself hoping that Sal would go to Sam's and leave the two of us alone. I also realized that not only did I want sex with Benjamin I also just wanted to talk with him, to be close to him. I felt like a school girl who had a secret crush on a classmate. It wasn't love I kept telling myself. It couldn't be love because I was married to Sal. I just wanted to be with to Benjamin. When I got home from work Friday the first thing I did was to take a quick shower. I then fixed up some meatballs and spaghetti, set the dining table and got everything ready. I was alone so I pretended that I was Benjamin's sex slave and did all this in the nude, wearing only my slippers. Then I put on what I hoped would be another provocative outfit. I wore white lace bra and bikini panties, hip rider blue jeans and white button up blouse. I kept the top two buttons open, revealing the top of my bra and the rise of my breasts. I also had on black patent leather pumps with low heels. Benjamin arrived a few minutes before seven. During supper Sal kept the conversation centered on sports. When dinner was over, Sal sat in his chair just as he did the previous Tuesday. But he told me to dispense with the strip show. He just wanted to watch while Benjamin fucked me. He continued to sit in his chair when Benjamin and I ate each other. After we finished he again put on a ballgame and suggested that the two of us go shower together. In fact, other than not stripping for them, the entire evening was a repeat of Tuesday evening. At that point I didn't care. I was alone with Benjamin, even if it was just in the shower. He fucked me once more in the shower and he ate my pussy again. Afterwards he went home and I went to bed. Sal came to bed around ten. I asked Sal if he wanted to make love. He told me no, turned on his side away from me and went to sleep. For a long time, I lay awake thinking about my marriage, wondering what direction it would take. There was no romance left in it. Sal and I remained together because it was convenient for both of us. Before I fell to sleep, for the first time I thought about a future life living with Benjamin instead of with Sal. To be continued... Making of a Sex Slave Ch. 04 The next couple of months were the most joyful of my life. Every Friday Benjamin came over for supper with me and Sal. Occasionally Benjamin would call me on my cell phone earlier in the afternoon and let me know that he would be bringing over with him the drinks along with some fried chicken, Chinese take out, hamburgers and French fries, a couple of pizzas, or whatever he picked up. Then after we ate, we would all go into the living room where Sal would watch Benjamin fuck me. Sometimes Sal would have me suck him off while Benjamin screwed me and a couple of times he even fucked me while I sucked Benjamin's dick. But most of the time he just masturbated into a handkerchief while Benjamin and I had sex. More often than not, he had me do a little strip for them before the sex started, just like I did earlier -- although I stopped dressing up for the threesomes. I merely wore the clothes I had on during the day, especially if I worked that day. Several times Sal had me eat in the nude. He would also regularly turn on some ballgame after the three of us did our thing and tell Benjamin and I to go shower together. Also, Sal would frequently go to Sam's house for an overnight fishing or hunting trip, leaving me and Benjamin with each other Friday night. A number of times he even stayed at Sam's all weekend. I really looked forward to those occasions I had quality time alone with Benjamin. The sex between the two of us was very rewarding and educational. Sal never talked about sexual things; he just screwed me and then went to sleep. But Benjamin not only helped me learn more about bondage and discipline he also taught me about sexual things that I never knew before. For example, I never knew that some societies consider homosexual acts to be normal sex. Also, four million years our australopithecine ancestors selected mates based upon physical characteristics that were sexually appealing to them. Those characteristics evolved to what men and women physically look like today. It made me wonder what was on the minds of male and female australopithecines when they chose a mate. Benjamin also came over every Monday and Thursday evenings on those nights that Sal went with Sam for a couple of beers. Sal knew what I was doing. Once he even asked me how things were progressing between Benjamin and me. He didn't seem to care about what was happening. After a while, I didn't care any more either. Sal and I were growing further and further apart while Benjamin and I were drawn closer together. I was also drawn deeper and deeper into bondage and discipline. Almost every time Benjamin and I were alone together he would chastise my flesh in some fashion or another. Although I looked forward to the vanilla sex we had when we were alone, it got so that whenever we were alone I expected him to torture me sexually. Indeed, I wanted him to make me suffer, to punish me. I turned into a real pain slut. I never did find out why Sal originally invited Benjamin over to fuck me or why he allowed our sexual encounters to continue. Every time I approached the subject he just said it was to bring more adventure into our sex life. But I knew it was more than just that. For a while I thought it was because he wanted to end the marriage. But when I asked him about it he said that he was content with the way the marriage was going. Eventually I stopped asking questions all together and accepted things the way they were. Then one day it hit me: Sal was a voyeur. My husband got his jollies off just watching me walk around the house naked and watching Benjamin screw me every now and then. Wow! When I came to that realization, you could have knocked me over with a feather. That had to be it. Why else would a man invite his neighbor over to fuck his wife and then just watch the two of them do it? Eventually I just accepted that too. Benjamin was also somewhat secretive. Every time I asked him where his own house was he would answer me, 'you'll find out soon enough.' He answered every one of my questions except that one. He gave me his cell phone number and his e-mail address -- both of which I frequently used. But he refused to give me the address of his own house or his business phone number. I want to point out that when Benjamin gave me his cell phone number and his e-mail address he cautioned me about sending sexually explicit information over the airways and the Internet. He said that everything I say over a cell phone can be picked up by anyone with the proper equipment and anything I send to him in an e-mail is stored in the memory of the server. There it is accessible to anyone with the knowhow to retrieve it. So, I have been very careful about what I say to Benjamin when we are talking on the phone and what I e-mail to him. I never talk about sexual things and I never send him nude pictures of myself or sexually explicit information. Getting back to Benjamin's address, once when he was using the toilet I tried to sneak a peak in his wallet. It was a Thursday. We had just finished having sex and were lying together in the bed relaxing and talking. He got up and went into the bathroom. His clothes were lying next to his gym bag where he usually put them. The door to the bathroom was closed. I tiptoed over to where his clothes were lying and took his wallet out of the pants pocket. He caught me just as I pulled his wallet out of his pants. Surprised, I jumped up and put my hands behind my back, vainly hoping that he didn't see the wallet. "What are you doing?" he sternly asked. I lowered my head. I was embarrassed. I didn't answer him; I just showed him the wallet. He took the wallet out of my hands and put it into his gym bag. "You were trying to find out my home address, weren't you?" he continued, still rather harshly. "Yes Sir," Is all I said. "Didn't I tell you that you would find out soon enough? Don't you trust me?" "Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir. It won't happen again." "I'm sure it won't. Now kneel on the bed and put your naked ass in the air." He then beat my ass with the belt from his pants. I don't know how many times he smacked my butt -- maybe a dozen or so times -- but the hits were hard and they hurt. The spanking left me crying uncontrollably. I felt like a little girl who was punished for disobeying her parents. Nor was the spanking intended to arouse me sexually as his spankings usually did. When he finally stopped beating me, he barked, "Do you still wish to be my sex slave when I come over here?" "Yes Sir," I said through my tears. "Then you must learn to trust me. You do trust me, don't you?" "Yes Sir, I would trust you with my life." Before that moment I never fully realized just how much I trusted Benjamin. Many times he had me alone in the house. I let him tie me up, blindfold me and then do whatever he wanted to me. He was never brutal or anything -- except for this particular spanking. But still, with my hands tied behind my back, he could have really hurt me if he had a mind to and there was nothing that I could have done to stop him. Even when he ordered me to kneel on the bed and put my naked ass in the air a few moments earlier, I knew what he was going to do to me. I knew that I was going to get the ass beating of my life. But I didn't hesitate to follow his command. That's because somewhere deep inside of me I also knew that, no matter how severe the beating I was about to get would be, I knew that I deserved it. I also knew that he would not beat me so severely that it would do permanent damage to my body. After he finished spanking my naked ass, he put his clothes back on. I just sat on the bed and watched him get dressed, sniffling the whole time. He picked up his gym bag and curtly said, "Your insolence has caused me to wonder whether or not you really trust me and want to be my sex slave. Tell Sal that I won't be over tomorrow evening. I have some work to do." Then he went home. It was almost nine o'clock; I wasn't expecting Sal home until after ten. I fell into my pillow and cried. I cried, not because my butt hurt from the spanking, but from a broken heart. I suddenly realized that I had hurt the man I loved. At that moment the only thing that I wanted was to have him back in my arms. To touch him, to hear his voice, to see his smile is all that I cared about. I didn't believe that my disrespect had caused him to leave me and never come back again. At least, I prayed that it did not. But I still felt alone and unloved at his absence. After several minutes I sat up and wiped the tears from my eyes. I looked around the bedroom. It was empty. I don't mean empty because there was no one there. It was without him, his spirit -- a far greater emptiness. I said that the spanking was not intended to arouse me sexually. But that is exactly what it did. I was hotter than I have ever been. I longed to kiss Benjamin and suck his tongue deep into my mouth, to embrace him and to feel his dick deep inside of my pussy. I lay back in my bed and masturbated. But the orgasm did not give me the relief that I sought. To begin with, it was a very mild climax. But more than that, I gave it to myself without Benjamin there. It left me feeling empty. I decided to take a shower and go to bed. I still had the chain around my waist. Benjamin had forgotten to remove it. I toyed with the idea of leaving it on while taking a shower. I decided to take it off and put it in the drawer in the nightstand on my side of the bed. I could put it back on the next time he came over. After the shower I crawled into bed. I started to masturbate again, but I stopped before I reached an orgasm. I was too broken hearted to finish. I cried myself to sleep. That weekend I was a total wreck. Everything I did seemed to be a complete failure. I burned Friday evening's dinner. Barbara and I were supposed to go shopping Saturday but I forgot all about it. When she called and asked me why I hadn't met her, I lied and told her I had a headache. Well, it wasn't a real lie; I was still hurting from having insulted Benjamin. Then Saturday night I forgot to record a program on the Discover channel that I wanted to see. Luckily the program came on again at three in the morning; I programmed my box to record it then. Sunday morning I dropped a glass and broke it. Then I cut my finger while picking up the pieces. It wasn't a bad cut; I put a bandage on it. But I was annoyed over the fact that something else had gone wrong. About noon Sunday I called Benjamin on his cell phone but he didn't answer. I left a message telling him that I was sorry and asked him to call me back. He didn't. I started to send him a note in an e-mail telling him that I was sorry but then thought better of it. I didn't want to give him the impression that I was groveling. I canceled the e-mail before I was finished writing it. Late Sunday afternoon I joined Sal in the living room. He was watching a ballgame on television. I wasn't interested in it; I have never been interested in sports. But I figured that by sitting there with him it might take my mind off my loneliness. But sitting there watching Sal watch the ballgame only made me realize that I was in love with Benjamin. I wanted Benjamin in my life, not Sal. I knew then that it was only a matter of time before we got divorced and that Benjamin and I would be together. Benjamin was everything I wanted in a husband. He was kind and considerate, secure and stable, loving and compassionate, fun to be with. But most of all, he put me first in everything. He put my needs, wants and desires ahead of his own. But suddenly a thought hit me, what did Benjamin think of our relationship? Did he love me or was he just interested in the sex? Was he really committed to a long range relationship with me or was I just another fuck to him? Is that why he never gave me his home address? When his six month lease is up he is going to leave and then . . . My own thoughts devastated me. Having only his cell phone number and his e-mail address, there was no way I could find him after he leaves. Was he just using me as his own fuck toy until his lease is up? I immediately felt sick. I went to the bedroom, lay down on top of the spread and cried myself to sleep. But I wasn't asleep very long, maybe a half an hour. "Deidra, wake up." It was Sal waking me from a beautiful dream where Benjamin and I were horseback riding at the beach. I sat up. "It's Benjamin on the phone. He wants to know if he can take you out to dinner." He handed me my cell phone and returned to his ballgame. "Hello," I said into the phone. My heart was pounding. "Yeah, I want to take you and Sal out to dinner, my treat. That is, if you don't have any other plans," Benjamin said. "No, no we don't. I would be glad to go eat with you," I answered him. "Let me see if Sal wants to go." I went into the living room. Then to Sal, "Benjamin wants to take us out to eat. I think that's a nice gesture." "You go with him," Sal answered me. "I want to see how this ballgame comes out." "Then you don't mind if Benjamin and I go out?" "Do what you want," Sal answered me. Then he raised the volume on the television. He was more interested in his ballgame than he was with the fact that his wife was going out with another man. "Sal wants to watch the end of his ballgame," I said to Benjamin. "But he said that it was OK if you and I went out." "Great, meet me in the driveway in about five minutes," Benjamin replied and then he hung up before I could answer him. I ran to the bathroom to check my hair and put on some lipstick. I opened the closet door and looked over the clothes hanging there. I wanted to wear something provocative. I quickly put on a straw yellow knit pullover blouse with green fringe that accentuated my 38 C breasts. My jeans were OK. I had bought them just three weeks earlier and they still had the new look. They were tight and showed off my round ass. Then I put on some low heel calf-length boots. I felt like a teenybopper going out on her first date. Benjamin was waiting for me in his driveway -- our driveways are next to each other. "You look lovely," he said with a smile. Then more sarcastically, "It's not often I get to see you with your clothes on." I blushed. "Come on, there's a great Italian restaurant I've been dying to take you to. You do eat Italian food don't you?" "Yes," I answered him. "I love Italian food." If you asked me what we ate, I couldn't tell you. Some kind of spaghetti with tomato sauce, cheese and I don't know what else. Benjamin ordered it along with the wine. But then I wasn't concentrating on the meal. I was on cloud nine and just happy to be there with him. After we finished eating, standing in the parking lot next to his sport utility van, he held in me in his arms. I pressed my body against him. We kissed. It was a long, passionate kiss, our tongues danced together. When we broke the kiss, I whispered into his ear, "I love you Benjamin. I want to be with you." "I love you too Deidra. I don't want you to worry; in time we will be together. But there are a few things I have to do first." "Oh Benjamin, how long . . ." He put his finger on my lips, silencing me. "Trust me Deidra. For now just trust me. That's all I ask of you right now." "OK Benjamin. I trust you. I love you." We kissed again. After we broke the kiss we just stood embracing each other. I closed my eyes and let my emotions fill my thoughts. If he had asked me to strip naked and do a dance for him or to suck him off right there in the parking lot, I would not have hesitated to do it. I trusted him that much. It was still early, just after eight o'clock. "I don't want to go home right now Benjamin," I said to him. "Take me somewhere. I don't care where as long as we're together." He drove to the lake. We got out, took off our shoes and walked in the sand along the beach. We talked about our future. I told him that I wanted to go see a divorce lawyer and that I wanted to be with him, not Sal. But he asked me to stay with Sal for a little while longer. He said that he had plans that needed tweaking and then we would be together. I wanted to make love with him there on the beach under the stars and the light of the full moon -- it was a cloudless night -- but there was another couple a short distance away. We decided to return to his house. Neither of us wanted Sal to know that we were back from dinner. So Benjamin didn't pull into his driveway as he normally does. Instead, as he pulled up in front of his house, he turned off the engine and the headlights and let the car roll to a stop. Then we tiptoed to his front door. Once inside, he kept the lights off. But he gave me a "grand tour" of his home. Even in the darkness I could see that his house was almost void of furniture. It was a typical "bachelor" pad. He had only a recliner chair, a floor lamp and a small flat-screen television in the living room; it was on the floor. The dinning room held a folding table and two folding chairs. His laptop and briefcase were on the table. The kitchen had only one of those office mini refrigerators and a microwave oven. The master bedroom consisted of a queen size mattress thrown on the floor with a mattress cover, a sheet, a blanket and a couple of pillows; it was unmade. There was also a small lamp and clock radio on the floor next to the mattress. I didn't get to see the other two bedrooms but Benjamin told me they were empty, as was the utility room. Benjamin explained that the reason he didn't fill the house up with furniture was because he knew he was only going to live here six months and then he was going back to his own home. He didn't want the expense and botheration of moving all kinds of furniture. I asked him how he cooked his meals and washed his clothes. He told me that he made frequent, sometimes daily, trips to his own home. We were standing in his bedroom. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me into him. I pressed my pussy against his groin. I could feel that he was erect. We kissed openmouthed; our tongues did a tango. He cupped my right breast with his left hand. He slid his right hand down my back and grabbed my left ass cheek. I moaned. After we broke the kiss he asked, "Do you want to play or would you prefer some vanilla sex tonight?" Then he looked over toward his closet. "I don't care," I responded weakly, "just as long as we make love." He continued, "I would like to spank that ass of yours again. But I don't know if you're up to it after the beating I gave you the other night." I looked up into his eyes. "I'm Ok . . . Sir. Whatever you want to do is alright with me." "Do you want me to spank you like I did the other night? Did it make you hot?" "Yes Sir it did." I paused. I knew what he was asking me. He wanted to really beat my ass hard. I looked over toward the closet. I assumed his gym bag of sex toys was in there. I looked back into his eyes. Then, "Yes Sir, I want you to spank me hard like you did Friday evening." "OK, take off all your clothes slave, your blouse first." "Yes Sir," I answered him softly and pulled my blouse over my head. "Now your brassier." I did as he instructed, letting the bra fall to the floor. Benjamin reached out and caressed both of my breasts and nipples. Then he kissed each nipple while massaging my breasts. I let him do as he pleased. I was too filled with joy just standing there with him to do anything else. Next he ordered me to finish stripping, one article of clothing at a time. As soon as I was completely naked he ordered me to take off his shirt. Then he pinched both of my nipples between his thumbs and first fingers. He squeezed them hard and pulled me toward himself. Without letting go of my nipples, he kissed me on my mouth, pushing his tongue deep into my orifice. I sucked him eagerly. Making of a Sex Slave Ch. 04 Then he commanded me to get on my knees in front of him. As I knelt there, he ordered me to remove his shoes and socks. After I took them off he told me to remove the belt from his pants. As I handed him the belt, I shuddered at the thought of what he was going to do to my butt. I closed my eyes and sighed silently. Then he told me to take off his pants and drawers. We were now both naked. His manhood is all I could see, everything else was immaterial. He held his belt in his left hand and encircled the base of his dick with his right hand. Next he ordered me to 'address my dick.' Whenever he told me to do this, I knew that he wanted me to kiss, lick and suck the head of his cock. I looked up into his eyes. I cupped his balls with my left hand and gently massaged them. I licked the opening of his cock and then kissed his head. I put my right hand on top of his hand and suckled his head. I kissed and licked it again. I did this a couple of times and then took his whole length into my mouth. He let go of his manhood and grabbed my hair as I fucked my face up and down onto his penis. I moaned again. After a minute or so he ordered me to stop and to kneel on the mattress with my ass in air. He tied my hands behind my back with a rope he got from his gym bag. I started to tremble and he asked me if I was sure that I wanted to continue. "Yes Sir, I'm sure." "What's the safe phrase slave?" "Cotton plantation, Sir." Next he began to rub my ass cheeks, perineum and pussy with his right hand. He was to my left rear, watching me. I momentarily closed my eyes to enjoy the bliss emanating from my groin area. I felt him switch hands as he continued to massage me for a minute or two. Then, "I'm going to spank your ass hard, maybe harder than I hit you Friday night. That's because I want to give you a small taste of what a life with me will occasionally be like. I also want to give you a lesson in obedience." He paused to let his words sink in. I shuddered at the thought of what I knew he was going to do to me. "It's not like I'm going to give you a severe beating every time I spank you. I just want you to know what it could sometimes be like if you choose to live with me. Do you understand slave?" "Yes Sir," is all I answered. After a moment he continued, "You are not to utter a sound while I'm beating you. I don't want to hear a moan or a groan or anything from you. Do you understand slave?" "Yes Sir," I said again. "If you cry out I'm going to smack you harder. Your only way out is to accept the beating in silence. Do you understand slave?" Again I only answered, "Yes Sir." "If the whipping gets too much you are to say 'cotton plantation' but other than that or to answer my questions I don't want to hear so much as one sound escape your lips. Do you understand slave?" "Yes Sir." I closed my eyes and trembled. Benjamin returned to massaging my ass cheeks and pussy. Then the first smack came with the belt. It was hard. It stung. I grimaced from the pain. He paused. Then he hit my naked ass hard two more times in rapid succession. He paused and hit me once more. Then he again rubbed my ass with his left hand. After massaging my ass, perineum and vagina for about a minute or so he returned to beating me again with the belt. In minutes my whole groin area, buttocks, and thighs were on fire. My lips were trembling, my eyes filled with tears. He paused again and looked me directly in the eyes. I didn't say anything. He whacked me some more with the belt; I don't know how many times. When I started to cry he stopped. He then rubbed my ass, perineum and pussy again. But this time he didn't stop until I had stopped crying. Next Benjamin ordered me to turn over and to lie on my back. I was very uncomfortable, with my wrists tied behind my back. He picked up my hips and put two pillows beneath my butt. My pussy mound was now the highest part of my body; it was very exposed. Then he commanded me to open my legs as wide as I could and to close my eyes and keep them close. He then proceeded to beat my tits, my stomach and my pubic mound with the belt. After several hits I involuntarily closed my legs. But I immediately opened them and apologized. He asked me again if I was sure that I wanted to continue. I again told him that I was sure. He hit me several more times, stopped to massage the areas he smacked and then beat me again. For the next five or ten minutes he either beat my ass, my perineum and my thighs or had me turn over to beat my tits, my stomach and my vagina. Each time he would pause and massage those areas he beat. Each time he raised me to a high plateau of joy only to hurl me back down into a dungeon of pain. Up and down, hot and cold, agony and ecstasy, I was on an emotional escalator. Regardless of what he said, I'm sure he didn't beat me with the belt as hard as he hit me Friday night with the belt. As least it didn't feel as hard. Either way, it still hurt. But it's what I wanted him to do; it left me wanting him to fuck me until I was a useless teddy bear. When I could take no more I called out 'cotton plantation' and begged him to fuck me. He untied my hands and impaled me doggy style. My orgasm was one of the most rewarding I have ever had. After, I snuggled up next to him and cried tears of joy. Not only from the sexual release I got but also from the knowledge that I was with the man I loved. After several minutes we got up and showered together. His master bath was not custom built as was mine. He had only a tub with a shower. But I didn't care. I let him bathe me as he had done so many times before. He said that he enjoyed bathing me and that once we were together he was going to bathe me every night or as often as possible. He said that I was his little girl and that he only wanted to take care of me and to make me happy. My heart surged with love. I put my arms around him and kissed him deeply on the mouth. It was one of the most beautiful kisses I have ever had; the warm water showering down on us only enhanced it. I put my face into his chest and cried all over again. Benjamin just hugged me and ran is hand up and down my back. He told me he loved me and that we would soon be together. That is all I cared about. We dried each other off and then lay back down on his mattress. We made love again. It was vanilla sex but it was great. Then we sucked each other off. I fell to sleep with my head on his chest, something I have never done with Sal. I woke up. It was almost two in the morning. Benjamin helped me get dressed. I went out his backdoor and through the hole in the fence. Just before I stepped into my house I glanced over toward his backdoor. He was standing there watching me, naked as a jay bird. He pointed to his chest, made a big heart in the air with his fingers and then pointed to me. I did the same and then went inside. The light in my and Sal's bedroom was still on. Curious, I tiptoed down the hall. The bed was still made; there was no one in it. I hadn't seen Sal in his chair in the living room as I passed through it, which caused me to wonder where he was. My first thought was that he had gone to Sam's in order to get an early start fishing or hunting. But that couldn't be, he had to go to work in the morning. Then I noticed that the guest room door was closed. I very quietly opened it. Sal was there, under the sheets, snoring loudly. I very quietly closed the door again. For a slight second I was angry. I was angry for the way he was treating me. But then I thought: 'He's the one who's killing this marriage, not me.' I would never have had an affair with Benjamin if Sal hadn't first introduced the two of us. It wasn't in my nature to have an affair. I was a very vanilla person until Sal invited Benjamin over to fuck me. I was content with the marriage. True, it wasn't the best of marriages. We didn't have any children but that's because I'm infertile due to having been raped as a small child -- my uterus was torn -- and Sal didn't want to adopt. Other than that it was a fair marriage. Sal provided for me and I had a relatively secure future. But Sal wasn't just allowing me to have an affair; he was encouraging it. In fact, he was pushing me toward it, steering me toward Benjamin. If Benjamin hadn't earlier asked me to stay with Sal for the time being I believe I would have walked out on him right then and there. I set my alarm -- I had a receptionist job on the other side of town in the morning -- and went to bed. When I got up the next morning Sal was in the bedroom we use as a study. He was checking ball scores on the computer. I asked him what he wanted for breakfast. He answered that cereal would be fine. We ate breakfast mostly in silence. I asked him who won the ballgame he had been watching the night before. Instead of answering me, he asked me why I wanted to know. I just shrugged my shoulders and told him that I was just trying to make conversation. I then went back to eating my cereal. When Sal finished eating he went to take his morning shower. I put the dirty dishes in the sink and the milk in the refrigerator. Then I got dressed for my receptionist job. Sal was still bathing when I left for work. During the next several months Benjamin and I went out to eat numerous times. He took me to a karaoke bar several times -- neither of us did any singing -- we just enjoyed the festivities. He took me to the symphony to listen to Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker Suite. I had never been to anything like that before. It was the most beautiful music I had ever heard. But then the fact that I was with Benjamin I'm sure had a lot to do with my enjoyment of it. Of course, we also went to the movies and shopping and for long walks on the beach and in the park. We went on picnics together. We even played like tourists a couple of times and visited some of the city's tourist sites. Once when we went shopping Benjamin bought me the cutest little sheer sky blue negligé. I wear it almost every time he comes over on Monday and Thursday evening -- it barely covers the essentials and you can see right through it. Of course, if we're going to get into any bondage and discipline stuff, he takes it off and puts the chain around my waist. Benjamin doesn't spank me or sexually torture me every time we are alone together, although in truth I look forward to it and desire it. But the fact is I'm willing to bet that most of the sex we have is vanilla. I don't know; I don't keep track of how often he spanks me or anything. All I know is that I enjoy the sex we have. It doesn't matter whether it's B and D sex, vanilla sex or threesome sex. As long as it's with Benjamin it's great sex. Anyway, we did all those things two lovers do when they are falling in love. Through it all Sal never said a word. He never objected once. He never once asked me my opinion of the situation. Benjamin and I invited him to come along with us a number of times but every time he said that he just wanted to watch a ballgame on television. If it weren't for his fishing and hunting trips with Sam I would have sworn he was becoming a recluse. As for our threesomes, Sal got more distant there too. More often than not he would just watch Benjamin and I fuck. Then while we performed oral sex on each other Sal would masturbate into a handkerchief. Rarely did Sal ever join in with me and Benjamin. Those few times that he did, it was all mechanical. I would suck him off or he'd hump me a couple of times, shoot his load and then turn on the TV to watch a ballgame. He even took to sleeping in the guest room, particularly on Monday, Thursday and Friday nights. Not every week but it was often enough. Sometimes on Fridays, after the sex, Sal would watch his ballgame as he usually did while Benjamin and I were showering. But then after Benjamin went home and I went to bed, Sal would go to the guest room to spend the night. It was the same thing on some Monday and Thursday nights. Sal would stay out till ten or thereabouts. Then after I would go to bed he would come in and retire to the guest room. It got so that I never knew whether I was going to sleep alone or have Sal snoring next to me. That's the way things stayed until about three weeks ago. It was a Friday evening and all three of us were eating some pork chops, mashed potatoes and peas -- one of Sal's favorite meals. Sal had bought the pork chops the day before and asked me to cook them up for that night's supper. Never-the-less, on his way home from work Sal had picked up one of those magazines that advertise cars and boats that are for sale, the ones where a person can have a picture of the thing he wants to sell. At supper he showed Benjamin a picture of a boat, motor and trailer that was for sale that he wanted to buy. The whole kit and caboodle cost twenty-five hundred dollars. Instead of talking about some ballgame as he usually does, the only thing Sal talked about during dinner was the boat. He said that if he had that boat and trailer then he and Sam could use it to go fishing instead of always using Sam's boat. I believe that he was just jealous that Sam had a boat and he didn't. He's never bought a boat before because of the finances -- we really couldn't afford to buy one, which caused me to wonder why Sal was even considering buying the boat and trailer. He would have had to make a loan from the bank and, like I said, we can't afford it. At least that's what I thought until Sal mentioned that he was contemplating making a loan at the bank. He looked questioningly at me when he said that. I guess he wanted my approval. It made me wonder if that is why he allowed Benjamin and me to have sex, so that I would feel obligated and allow him to buy a boat and trailer. But at this point in our marriage I really didn't care if he made a loan or not. I was waiting for Benjamin to give me the word that he was finished tweaking whatever it was that he was working on so that we could be together. True, over the last five months I have often thought that maybe Benjamin was just stringing me along and playing with my emotions so that I would continue to have sex with him. But many of the dates we had been on told me otherwise. He even introduced me to his brother once. His brother, Troy, his brother's wife, Vanessa, Benjamin and I all met at a seafood restaurant to celebrate their wedding anniversary. At the meal, Benjamin pointed to me and said to them 'my future.' I don't believe he would have done that if he had no intentions of having a future with me. Sal also mentioned that he had a friend of his who might loan him the money. He didn't mention the friend's name but I know it wasn't Sam because Sam is a miser. He wouldn't give money to his wife if he didn't have to. That caused me to contemplate whether or not he was considering asking Benjamin for the money he would need to buy the boat, motor and trailer. Somehow Sal got the idea that Benjamin has a lot of money to waste. I don't know where he got that idea because Benjamin is not a rich man. At least I don't think he has that kind of money. Benjamin has more money than we have -- he has his own accounting business. But I was sure he doesn't have twenty-five hundred dollars to loan out. Then I thought 'Was that why he asked Benjamin over for a threesome? Did he figure that by allowing Benjamin to fuck me that would make Benjamin feel obligated to loan him the money?' Anyway, when Sal mentioned that a friend of his was going to loan him the money, Benjamin looked at me and gave me a nearly imperceptible wink with his right eye. Sal was to his left and didn't see it. I looked at Benjamin with a questioning gaze. He just smiled. He then said to Sal, "Well, Sal maybe a rich relative will die and leave you the money in his will." "Yeah right," Sal answered sarcastically. "Problem is, I don't have any rich relatives. At least not anyone who would leave me in his will." "You never know Sal. We all got relatives that we don't know exist." "I'm not going to hold my breath. Now if you two will excuse me, I have to go to the toilet." Sal then abruptly got up from the dining room table and left Benjamin and me all alone. As soon as he was gone I whispered to Benjamin, "What was that wink for? You don't have twenty-five hundred dollars to give to him do you?" "Didn't I tell you I was working on something that would guarantee the two of us a future together? Just be patient and trust me." "But . . ." He silenced me with a raised first finger and a stern glance. "Don't question me any further on this. If I tell you it will spoil the surprise; a surprise I can assure you, you will enjoy." I was in complete confusion. I didn't understand how Benjamin was going to ensure a future for the two of us by loaning Sal twenty-five hundred dollars. More than that, I didn't know how Benjamin knew that Sal would find a boat for sale in a magazine and then need the money to buy it. But I wasn't worried. Benjamin told me to be patient. I knew he had been planning something that would get us together. I also knew that whatever it was had to happen soon because his lease was up in a few weeks and then he would be moving out. I trusted him this far and I saw no reason to not to trust him further. He told me several times that the main goal of a BDSM scene was to increase the faith and love between those involved. I had to increase my faith in my lover; I had to trust that he would somehow get the two of us together. But until then I was on pins and needles trying to figure how he was going to do it. To be continued... Making of a Sex Slave Ch. 05 For the next two weeks about the only thing Sal talked about was the boat, motor and trailer that he found for sale in the magazine. He didn't go to the bank to make a loan, he didn't ask Benjamin to loan him the money, nor did he ask his secret friend to loan him the money. He just complained that he didn't have enough money to buy the boat. I contemplated whether or not Sal was hoping that Benjamin would offer to loan him the money without him asking for him for it. I also thought that maybe he was hoping that Benjamin would just give him the twenty-five hundred dollars he needed. But if either of these scenarios were what Sal was hoping for, then that was rather presumptuous of him. Monday evening -- a week before his lease was up -- Benjamin came over as soon as Sal left to go drinking with his friend Sam. I had just gotten home from a secretarial job. He put his gym bag on the kitchen counter. We embraced and we kissed. Then he gave me the news. "The construction workers finished remodeling my house this past Saturday. I'm moving back home this week. Thursday will be the last time I come over here." He saw the hurt in my eyes. "Don't worry. Everything is set. By this weekend Sal will have his boat and trailer and I'll have you." "You're going to loan him the twenty-five hundred dollars he needs?" I asked. "No, I've got something better than that planned." "What?" "A couple of months ago you said that you would love to be my real life sex slave. Do you remember saying that?" I blushed, gave Benjamin a very demure smile and said, "No Sir but I would love to be your real life sex slave." "Your desire got me to thinking and planning how I could make your sexual slavery to me become a reality. Your yearning even inspired me to have one of the bedrooms in my house to be converted into a sex slave dungeon just for you." "Oh Benjamin," I said weakly. "What have you got planned for me?" "This Thursday I'm going to offer Sal twenty-five hundred dollars to sell you to me for my personal sex slave." "You're gonna do what?" I exclaimed. "You can't buy and sell people! It's against the law!" "Deidra, it's not going to be a real sale. I'm just going to give Sal the money he needs to buy his boat and then suggest that he let you come live with me from now on. By having him sign a bill of sale, selling you to me as a sex slave, just makes a game of it." "Do you think he'll go for it, I mean selling me to you as a sex slave?" "He'll go for it. The only thing he cares about is hunting, fishing and ballgames and he wants that boat bad enough that he'll do almost anything to get it. You know that. So it's practically a done deal." Benjamin then turned me around and smacked me lightly on my left buttock. "Now get that cute little ass of yours into the bedroom. I want to spank you and fuck you." "Yes Sir," I answered with a demure smile on my lips. Benjamin took off my clothes one article at a time, fingering me, feeling me and groping me the whole time. As soon as I was naked he took my waist chain out of his gym bag and clamped it around my waist. Then he quickly removed his own clothes. Next he had me kneel on the floor in front of him. He stroked his cock until it was erect and then waved it in front of my face, taunting me. After a moment he ordered me to address and suck his dick. I cupped and gently massaged his balls with my left hand and encircled the base of his manhood with my right. I licked a drop of pre-cum from his opening. Next I licked, kissed and suckled his head. Then I licked the entire of his shaft until it was wet and glistening with my saliva. Finally, I sucked his whole cock into my mouth. I sucked and masturbated him until he ordered me to stop. Then he directed me to stand in the center of the bedroom with my fingers interlocked behind my head and my legs open as wide as I could get them without falling over. He left the room momentarily and returned with a bowl of ice water. He put some nipple clamps on my nipples -- the ones with serrated teeth and little weights attached to them -- and another clamp on my clitoris. He gave each clamp a little tug, sending a ripple of pain through my tits and pussy. I moaned softly at the delicious torture. Benjamin just smiled wickedly. He then proceeded to smack my tits, my stomach, my vagina, my ass and my thighs with a flogger. He beat me until I began to cry softly. My flesh was stinging; my whole body felt like it was on fire. Then he began to rub my body with a cold, wet facecloth. I shivered slightly. The relief was another beautiful torment. I sighed quietly. As soon as I was wet all over he started to shock my flesh with the electric wand. Every time he touched me it was like a thousand needles pricking my skin in that spot. After a moment or two he then began to alternate between smacking me with the flogger and stimulating me with the wand. Then he attacked my flesh with both the flogger and the wand at the same time. Sometimes he would smack my ass while shocking my pussy or tits. Other times he would hit my breasts or vagina while shocking my ass cheeks. It was agony and ecstasy administered at the same time. I was euphoric. I surprised myself when he asked me if I had had enough. I answered, "Please Sir, do it just a little longer. It feels so deliciously torturous." Benjamin answered me by calling me a little pain slut and touching the wand against my womanhood and holding it there for a couple of seconds. I screamed out and he hit my ass with the flogger. Next he wiped my body down again with the cold wet washcloth and then for the next couple of minutes he shocked and spanked my thighs, my ass, my pussy, my stomach and my tits. I was ecstatic. I was a hostage to my own desires and passions. I only wanted for him to fuck me and turn me into his personal fuck toy. When he perceived that I couldn't take any more, he ordered me to kneel on the bed with my ass in the air; he wanted to fuck me doggy style. The torture had already left me a helpless kitten. I knew that the fucking would only increase my desire to become his sex slave; it would only further imprison me in my own dungeon of passion. He knelt behind me and removed the clamp from my clitoris. He licked and sucked it for a moment or two then removed the clamps off my tits. He rubbed my nipples. Then he massaged my tender ass, perineum, thighs and pussy. I moaned and let the bliss take control of my body. Next I felt him opening my vagina lips with his hand as he placed the head of his manhood at my opening. He slowly inserted himself into my cavern. I glanced over my shoulder just as he rammed his full length deep into my pussy with a grunt. The force of his thrust pushed me forward. I moaned. He pounded me like a laborer driving a railroad spike. Each forward thrust was like a collision with a freight train hitting me full force. I lost all control of my senses. He was a steamboat ramming up my torrid river. His hot rod drove deep into my burning furnace. He was a bulldozer and my mound was his to raze. He was a wrecking ball and I was his condemned property. Harder and harder he pummeled me. Deeper and deeper he entered into me. My passions rose hotter and hotter. His cock tore into my cunt as though I were paper doll; his balls were two fists slapping against my mound. I was an innocent lamb and he was the big bad wolf. I was a sacrificial dove and he was the knife cutting me open. I only wanted for him to fuck me harder and send me to paradise. Faster and faster he humped me; his thrusts were more intense, his plunges more forceful. I longed for the orgasm that would give me release and send me into delirium. I was sweating and gasping; my passions were ablaze. I was a boiling cauldron and he was a poker stroking the fires of my lust. I was a bomb ready to explode and he was my fuse. Writhing and thrashing I could not stop. In and out, in and out, pushing and shoving, ramming and thrusting. He was grunting; I was moaning. Grabbing tightly onto my hips, he plunged hard one more time and then exploded into my pussy with a grunt. He pumped me a couple of more times, filling my cavern with his jism. Then my vagina erupted, my Venus blew her top. I screamed out. My body quaked as the rapture flooded my senses and the ecstasy rippled through my flesh. I collapsed onto the bed a quivering, trembling ball of emotion. He fell on top of me and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel our mingled juices oozing down my thigh. I turned over and kissed him on the mouth, on the cheek, on his mouth again. I embraced him and began to cry tears of joy and elation. "Thank you, thank you Benjamin. I love you," I cried through my tears. "Yes my darling," he ran his hands up and down my back. "I know you do and I love you too. Hush now. Let your passions take control. I want you to just lie here with me and savor the bliss." We lay in each others arms for several minutes without moving. Benjamin continued to rub his hands up and down my back, extending my joy. After several minutes he knelt up on his elbow, "I'm hungry," he said with a wicked smile on his lips. I knew what he wanted. "Oh no Sir; I couldn't take another orgasm. It would . . ." He silenced me with a raised finger and ordered me to lie on my back and open my legs. Next he positioned his dick above my face as he started to lick my pussy lips and suck my clitoris. Within minutes he filled my mouth with his cum. Then I too exploded and went into orbit as my climax skyrocketed me to the stars. I fell into a heavenly bliss again as I snuggled up next to him. Afterwards, we were lying together on the bed, on top of the sheets. Benjamin's left arm was over my shoulder; his hand was cupping my left breast. I was leaning against him, stroking his flaccid penis with my right hand. We were both just enjoying the intimate moment together. I looked into his eyes, "Oh Sir, I just love the idea that I'm going to be sold and bought as your sex slave. I'm so thrilled about it. But may I ask Sir, where are you going to get the twenty-five hundred dollars to buy me from Sal?" "I have some cash left over from the business loan that I made for the remodeling of my house." "May I also ask Sir, how did you know that Sal would find a boat that he would want to buy?" "I saw Sal looking through one of those for sale magazines a couple of months ago. I knew what he was looking for and waited. If he hadn't found a boat, I was going to offer to buy him one. I was looking for just the right boat when he found one himself and saved me the trouble." "But Sir, how did you know that Sal wanted a boat? He's never mentioned it before?" "That was the easy part. He likes to go fishing and fishermen like to go fishing in boats." "That's right Sir; how silly of me not to realize it before." Benjamin spent most of the rest of the evening giving me instructions on what he wanted me to do to prepare for Thursday evening. That's when he would give Sal the twenty-five hundred dollars and then suggest that I come live with him. He said that he would tell Sal that selling me as a sex slave was just a game that he and I played. He even had a bill of sale all written up that he made up from some examples he found on the Internet. He had it in a folder in his gym bag. He showed it to me. Bill of Sale Let all men and women know that I ___________________________, of the state of ______________________, being of sound mind and body, on the _____ day of ____________ in the year of _____ have sold my wife ________________________, to Master __________________________ for the purpose of sexual slavery for the sum of (___________) __________________________. I have sold my wife to the aforementioned named person as a sex slave for his personal sexual pleasure and sever all relationships with her for __________________________________ length of time. Payment for the above sex slave I hereby acknowledge to have been made to me on the above date. Signature _______________________________ Date__________________________________ Witness _______________________________ Witness _______________________________ It made my pussy start juicing just reading over it. I commented that I thought that it was beautiful. Benjamin said that he was going to bring his brother and his brother's wife over Thursday to witness the sale. He told me that I shouldn't worry about that because the two of them also practice B & D and in fact, belong to a sex club. He then hinted that he and I were going to join the club too just as soon as I got settled in with him in my new living arrangements. I answered him that I could hardly wait. He then cautioned me not to tell Sal anything, especially about selling me to him as a sex slave. He said that he wanted to be the one to surprise Sal with the money he needed to buy his boat and trailer. I asked him if I should go see a divorce lawyer but he told me to hold off on that for now. He said that there would be plenty of time to get a lawyer in the future. He further ordered me to start making a list of everything that I wanted to take with me. He said that there wasn't enough time to collect everything I might want to keep. But if I made a list of those personal things that I wanted to take with me then it would make it easier to gather them together later on. He said that I should only list those things that were my personal property, not anything that could be considered community property, which included household items. He added he had enough of those things in his house anyway. I was as excited as a new bride. Benjamin then surprised me and showed me another form that he wrote up from examples he found on the Internet. It was a declaration sexual slavery by a woman giving herself to her Master. He said that he would also have me fill it out and sign it Thursday evening and that his brother and his brother's wife would also witness it. Declaration of Sexual Slavery Let all men and women know that I ___________________________, on the _____ day of ____________ in the year of _____ and being of sound mind and body, do hereby give my naked body to Master ___________________________ for the purpose of sexual slavery. Except for the below listed stipulations, he may use or abuse my naked body for whatever purpose he may desire and that I will accept his use and/or abuse with joy and desire. 1. ___________________________________________________________ 2. ___________________________________________________________ 3. ___________________________________________________________ 4. ___________________________________________________________ 5. ___________________________________________________________ 6. ___________________________________________________________ 7. ___________________________________________________________ 8. ___________________________________________________________ 9. ___________________________________________________________ 10. __________________________________________________________ Signature_______________________________ Date__________________________________ Witness ________________________________ Witness_________________________________ I asked Benjamin what exceptions he was going to have on the list. He answered me that that was up to me. But he advised me that I should write down such things as pedophilia and sex with the mentally handicapped, incest, bestiality, necrophilia, coprophilia, urophilia and knowingly spreading sexually transmitted diseases or other pathologies. He also advised me to be discreet and prudent in any public display of sex and nudity, and said that I when I'm naked I should not allow anyone to photograph me in any way without my written consent, nor should I have anything to do with child pornography. He then cautioned me that if he caught me indulging in these perversions it would greatly displease him. Benjamin then defined a sex slave for me. He wrote it up from examples of definitions of a sexual submissive and a sex slave he found on the Internet. I thought it was beautiful. Sex Slave A sex slave is someone who freely gives herself to her Master. She chooses to give herself to her Master as a gift and allows her Master to have absolute control over her. Through her gift she finds happiness and pleases her Master. The Master finds happiness in pleasing His slave by serving her needs, wants and desires. I was curious and questioned him again about the difference between a sex slave and sexual submissive. Although I went to the URLs he had given me earlier and read about both on the Internet, none of the definitions I had read clarified their differences to any great extent. Benjamin said that's because there really is no difference between a sex slave and a sexual submissive. It really depends upon each person's own point of view. He said that some people consider sexual slavery to be a more intense relationship between a Master or Dominatrix and his or her significant other than a sexual submissive and his or her significant other. But in the end, there is really no difference between the two because in both cases the person totally submits to his or her Dom or Domme. He said that some people believe that the difference is in the fact that a sex slave gives up all of his or her rights to his or her Master or Dominatrix, including the right to say no, whereas a sexual submissive retains the right to say no but is willing to accept the consequences. But here too the difference is blurred. Because whether one considers them self a sexual submissive or a sex slave, the Master or Dominatrix cannot legally compel their significant other to obey them. Further, the Dom or Domme have no valid legal standing to force their significant other to remain in the relationship. It's all role playing between those who love each other, increasing their faith in each other and their love of each other. As for referring to a Dom as Master and a Domme or Dominatrix as Mistress, that is for those in the relationship to decide for themselves. Benjamin then commanded me to e-mail him the list of those things I wanted to keep. He told me to keep the list as short as possible, to only write down those things that I really needed or wanted. I answered him that there actually wasn't anything I wanted other than my jewelry, a few keepsakes from my high school and college days, my interior design portfolio and some photographs of my father, my mother, my family and such. He said that that was fine but to e-mail to him the list anyway. I then gave Benjamin a rather sly smile and coyly, teasingly asked him, "Sir, since I'm going to be your naked sex slave, should I add my clothes to the list or should I just leave them here?" We were sitting in the bed together. He reached out and pinched both of my nipples hard and pulled me toward him. The surprise was greater than the pain. I cupped my breast and cried out as he answered me. "I ought to make you leave all your clothes here, you little nymph." Then he kissed me on my mouth, pushed me down and fell on top of me. His tongue shot deeply into my orifice. I sucked him hungrily. But we didn't make love. We just hugged and kissed each other for a few minutes. Then Benjamin picked me up and carried me to the shower. He gave me a very sensuous bath. I love it when he bathes me. He lathers up a facecloth and rubs down my whole body with it, getting soapy water all over me. Of course he pays particular attention to my tits, my vagina and my ass. It feels so good. Next he sprays me with the shower massager. Sometimes he puts the nozzle on fine and sometimes on pulsate. But either way, the sensation is great and it leaves me wanting him. He frequently ends up screwing me and almost always has me sit on the little bench in the shower and eats my pussy. He did both again this time too. Making of a Sex Slave Ch. 05 After the shower we just watched television, lying naked in the bed together. He left a few minutes before ten. I hugged the pillow he was resting on. I heard Sal come in a little after ten; he went to the guest room. I rolled over and soon fell asleep. The secretarial job that I had started the previous week ended Tuesday which gave me Wednesday off. After Sal left for work Wednesday, I spent the remainder of the day going into each room -- as Benjamin had instructed me -- and made a list of those things that I wanted to take with me. Just as I had suspected and told him, there wasn't much that I wanted out of this marriage; I just wanted out of the marriage. I ended up with a very short list. I e-mailed a copy to Benjamin Wednesday night. I spent Thursday morning and afternoon putting some of those things in a couple of boxes. I put the boxes in the top of the closet of the guest room. The rest I decided that Benjamin and I could come back for later next week. I was glad that Benjamin had me do this. It kept my mind off of what was going to happen Thursday evening. As it was, I was a nervous wreck by the time Benjamin showed up with his brother and his brother's wife. He knocked on the front door which was unusual. He usually came to the backdoor since it was just across the two driveways from his backdoor. I suppose he came to the front door because Troy and Vanessa were with him. Sal answered the door. He was surprised to see Troy and Vanessa. I'm sure he must have thought that they were here to have sex with me, because he asked if they were going to spend the evening with me and Benjamin after he left. But after introducing them to Sal, Benjamin told him that the two of them weren't staying. "They will only be here a few minutes. They're just here to help me and Deidra with a game we play. Then they're going to leave," my future slave Master said. "What's that?" Sal asked suspiciously. "Why don't we all go sit at the dining room table," Benjamin suggested. We all sat down and Benjamin opened his briefcase. Sal was at the head of the table, Troy and Vanessa were on one side of the table; Benjamin and I were on the other side. I was sitting to Benjamin's right; Sal was to his left. Benjamin said, "Tonight is my last night coming over here Sal. The work on my own house is finished, my lease is up next Tuesday and I'm moving back home." Sal didn't answer him. He just glanced from Benjamin to Troy and back to Benjamin again. Benjamin then took twenty-five, one hundred dollar bills out of his briefcase and spread them out on the table in front of Sal. "I want you to have this Sal. I want to show my appreciation to you for your sharing your wife with me these past six months." Sal still didn't answer him. He just looked blank-faced at the four of us and then at the money on the table. "Go on Sal, take it. It's yours, all twenty-five hundred dollars," Benjamin said. "You're going to give me twenty-five hundred dollars, just like that," Sal finally spoke up. "No strings attached." "No strings attached," Benjamin continued. "As I said, I just want to show you my appreciation for what you did. But I would like you to help Deidra and I play a game we play every now and then." He took the bill of sale out of his briefcase and slid it across the table to Sal. I would like you to sign this. In it you agree to sell your wife to me as my sex slave. Troy and Vanessa are here to witness the sale. "She wants to be your sex slave?" Sal asked. "It's a game Deidra and I play." Benjamin answered him. "Just sign the paper and date it and all twenty-five hundred dollars are yours." "You mean that all I got to do is sign this paper, selling Deidra to you as a sex slave in some kind of sex game the two of you play, and the twenty-five hundred dollars is mine?" "That's it." "For how long?" Sal asked. "You want that boat and trailer, don't you?" Benjamin sidestepped his question. "Well if that's what she wants . . ." Sal didn't finish the sentence. He signed and dated the paper and picked up the twenty-five hundred dollars. Benjamin then suggested to him that he go a buy the boat and trailer that he wanted so much. He then added that I would be leaving with him, Troy and Vanessa in a few minutes. Sal answered that he was going to Sam's house; Sam had a trailer hitch on his pickup and Sal didn't. He then put the money in his pocket and left to go buy his boat. As soon as he was gone, Troy and Vanessa witnessed the sale. I was now a sold and bought sex slave. I was elated. My Master now owned me. "For your first order slave," Benjamin addressed me, "I order you to remove all your clothes." "Now?" I asked him incredulously. I was somewhat hesitant to strip in front of Troy and Vanessa. "Yes now slave. I want to show my brother and sister what a beautiful sex slave I have just purchased." I stood up next to the table and took off all my clothes. For a slight moment I was embarrassed to be naked in front of Troy and Vanessa. But then I thought, 'I'm doing it for Benjamin.' I was suddenly proud to show off my nude body for my new Master. I blushed as Troy and Vanessa looked over my naked body. Next Benjamin took the chain out of his briefcase and clamped it around my waist with a rock climber's karabiner -- its end dangled down to my ankles. "You are to wear this at all times slave unless I give you permission to take it off. You are to wear it as a symbol of your sexual slavery to me. If you ever take it off you will no longer be my sex slave. Do you understand slave?" "Yes Sir," I answered him. I was immediately euphoric at his calling me sex slave. I felt like a queen and he was my king. Sex slave was my royal title. My heart surged with love. Benjamin turned to Troy. "Would you two come over to my house Saturday afternoon, say around two? I would like the two of you to help me celebrate with my new sex toy." "Sure thing Benjamin," Troy answered him. Then he and Vanessa left. Next Benjamin ordered me to get my slippers, my cell phone, my house keys, my purse and my wallet. He put my cell phone, keys, purse, wallet and clothes in his briefcase. Then he took me into his arms and kissed me on the lips. Our tongues wrapped around each other. When we broke the kiss I buried my face in his shoulder and began to cry tears of joy. I hugged him tightly, afraid that I would wake up only to discover that I had been dreaming. "Come slave," he said. "We have a long night ahead of us." He then took a blindfold out of his briefcase and covered my eyes. He tugged on the chain around my waist and pulled me toward the front door. I suddenly realized that his car was parked in the street and that he was going to guide me naked across the front lawn where everyone in the neighborhood could see me. "Are we going out the front door, Sir?" I asked. "Tell me slave, are you afraid that your neighbors will see you chained up and naked? Are you worried about what they will think of you?" Before I could answer him he asked me, "Are you worried that someone, someone who you will never again see, that they are going to see you and think that you're nothing but a kinky pervert?" His logic was inescapable. "No Sir," I bravely answered him. I didn't care what my neighbors saw or what they thought. I was never going to see them again. I was his sex slave. I just wanted to please him. If he wanted to parade me naked down the street like Lady Godiva then that is exactly what I would let him do. He led me naked and blindfolded across the lawn and to his sport utility van. Then he had me lie down in the back seat. He covered me with a sheet and ordered me to lie still. Then he drove to his house. He made numerous turns in order to totally confuse me as to where he lived. He pulled the car into his garage and closed the garage door. Then he told me to get out of the auto. He removed the blindfold and gave me a quick tour of his house. The kitchen was spacious as were the adjourning dining room and living room. All three rooms had laminate flooring that resembled Natural Oak wood. The kitchen had a breakfast bar and the dining room had a beautiful oak table that comfortably seated eight. He told me that other than new drapes in the living room nothing had been changed in these rooms. The master bedroom was gorgeous. It was almost twice the size of any bedroom I have ever seen. The king size bed was on the right side of the room as one entered it with his and her chest-of-drawers, one by the far left wall and another on the near right wall. It had two ceiling fans with lights; these were flanking the bed. On the right wall, above the dresser, there was a huge, flat screen TV. There was a picture of a totally nude woman on the screen. She was lying face down on the dry desert sand with her face buried in her crossed arms. Her long black hair obscured most of her face and head. Her left breast was partially visible as was her naked ass. The only thing you could see in the photograph was the nude woman and the sand. The sand was completely smooth and unmarred. Benjamin told me he got the picture off the Internet from a site that has tasteful artistic pictures of nude women. He said that he copied it and added to his collection of artistic nudes that he has as desk top background pictures on his computer and here on his bedroom TV screen. He likes the picture because it gives him the impression of a woman who has given up everything she owns in order to find her one true Master. Stripped of all her possessions, she is in total need, lying in an arid desert, hoping and waiting for her one true Master to come and save her. I asked him how many pictures he had. He smiled and said that he had about 185 of them. He told me that a new picture comes to the screen every ten seconds. As I looked at the picture it changed to another picture of a full frontal nude woman walking on a beach. Hanging on the left wall was copy of Francisco Goya's The Naked Maja. It too was huge. The master bath took up most of the opposite wall. There was an open custom built shower with a half-wall separating it from the rest of the room. On the left side of the shower was a custom built whirlpool bath. It was big enough to seat two people comfortably and completely open to the bedroom. The sink and vanity were on the left side of the bathtub. The toilet was to the right of the shower in a small room by itself. Further to the right was an enormous walk in closet. This was his royal palace. In it he ruled and I was his faithful servant. Here I would become his obedient, naked sex slave every night. But I also knew that it would be a torture chamber for me. Here he would demean me, beat me, use me and abuse me sexually in any way he chose to. I further realized that it would soon become a sex prison from which I could not escape. My own passions would keep me chained to it. Indeed, my sexual desires would not allow me to flee from it. I would willingly surrender to it and to him. A wave of euphoria rippled through my sensuous body as I looked around the room I knew would fondly call my love dungeon. In fact, as soon as I entered the master bedroom I told Benjamin that this would become my favorite room. I told him that I knew that it would be here that he would fulfill my every sexual desire. Benjamin didn't say anything. He just smiled mischievously. He then led me naked down the hall past three closed doors to his new office. There was nothing spectacular about it. He had the former master bedroom enlarged somewhat and gave it a private entrance. Benjamin said that was so that on those rare occasions when his clients came to his office, they would be able to do so without having to go through his house. They could also use the old master bathroom if they needed to without having to go through the rest of his house. There were two desks in it, one his and the other mine; he placed his briefcase on top of his. Both had a computer on top of them which Benjamin said were linked together. About a month ago he took me to an office supply store and let me pick out the desk that I would be using as his secretary. He had the store deliver it. Benjamin isn't going to officially hire me as his secretary for another two months, after he begins the new physical year for his company. In the meantime, he said that he would just pay me as an independent employee. He added that during that time he would teach me the accounting business. I could hardly wait to become his secretary even though it would only be part time. He said that he only needs a part time secretary except during the first few months of the year when everyone is doing their taxes; then he needs a fulltime secretary. He also said that if I worked for him I would not have to work for the temporary service company; I could spend my time working on my interior design portfolio. I liked that. Next Benjamin guided me back up the hall to the other bedroom. The only thing he had done to it was to have it repainted. He also had new curtains put up. He said that he would use this bedroom as a guest bedroom. Then he introduced me to the dungeon -- the main bathroom was across the hall from this room. I suddenly realized that I had completely forgotten that he mentioned that he had one of the bedrooms converted into a dungeon just for me. I immediately realized why he gave me such a sly, mischievous smile when I commented about the master bedroom becoming my torture chamber. One look and I knew that this room would also become another sex prison and torture cell for me from which I could not, would not want to escape. The moment I stepped into this love chamber I felt myself undergo a complete metamorphosis. I suddenly felt like some superhero who changes their identity. I ceased to be a mild mannered everyday secretary and became instead a sex starved nymph who longed to be dominated and fucked into oblivion. In it I felt like I was his "condemned property!" Another wave of ecstasy raced through my naked body. The walls had wallpaper that looked like Gothic bricks. Benjamin said that he had to order it special. The ceiling was painted black and the floor was laminate flooring that resembled Natural Oak wood, just like the dining room, living room and kitchen. In fact, the whole house had the same flooring. It was all very artistic and I got the impression that Benjamin also had an eye for interior design. But the dungeon was very dreary, meant to give the impression that it was a real medieval slave dungeon. The two windows of the room had beige blackout shades on them and were drawn shut; they had black stripes painted on them, resembling prison bars. I was humbled just standing there. In the center of the room was a large ceiling fan and light with a small chain and S hook attached to it. Benjamin told me that it was bolted to the rafters and would hold up someone twice my weight. On the right side of the room there was a four posted queen size bed. There were Velcro cuffs hanging from each of the large bed posts and from the center of the headboard. Next to the bed on the left was a nightstand. On top of it was a table lamp and vibrating dildo. There was a spreader bar and a leather flogger lying across the middle of the bed. Behind the queen size bed was a mirror that was almost as large as the bed. It was tilted toward the bed so that those lying in the bed could see themselves. To the right of the bed along the right near wall was a large St. Andrews freestanding, wooden cross with footrests. The X-shaped cross also had eyebolts in each of the ends. Along the wall immediately to the right of the door and next to the X cross were two sets of chain cuffs bolted to the wall. Bolted to the baseboard below each chain there was an eyebolt with chain and O ring attached. The closet was on the left side of the room; it was closed. Benjamin said that he used it for storage and that it was empty except for some boxes. Next to this door was a chest of drawers which held various sex toys. There was a leather paddle and a riding crop and on top of the chest. Near the entrance door, to the left of it, was a chain hanging from the ceiling. Its length was doubled over and running through an O ring, then hooked back on itself with a rock climber's karabiner, making it adjustable. Hanging from the O ring was a pair of long chain leather cuffs. Finally, hanging from hooks in several locations on two of the walls were several different types of whips and paddles. I was euphoric just looking at all the sex slave paraphernalia and standing there in the room which Benjamin said was the dungeon he had specifically prepared for me. I momentarily closed my eyes and shuddered. Benjamin put the blindfold in his hand on top of the dresser. He then ordered me to stand next to the chain hanging from the ceiling. He attached the leather cuffs to my wrists and while standing on a small stool took the slack out of the chain. I was standing on my toes and naked with my hands cuffed above my head. I was completely at his mercy. He began to fondle my breasts while kissing me opened mouth on my lips. I eagerly sucked on his tongue. He broke the kiss and, while continuing to fondle my breasts, he kissed me on my neck, then on my left nipple. Passion surged through my hungry body. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. He embraced me and whispered into my ear, "I love you Deidra. I want to help you explore your sensuous body, to help you discover new sexual experiences and new sensations, to boldly take you to heights to which you have never gone before." "Oh Benjamin," I moaned back. "I love you too." "I know you do my love. I want to show you the love I have for you. But before I do that I want to . . . shall I say prepare your pussy for what I have planned for you this evening?" "I am yours Sir to do with as you please," I moaned again. He left the room for a few minutes and returned with a bowl of ice water and a face cloth. I knew what he was going to do; he had done it to me many times before. Shocking my naked, wet flesh with an electric wand was the most exquisite torture he has ever administered to me. It always left me wanting him to fuck me into an intoxicated sexual stupor. Just wiping down my skin with a wet, ice cold cloth was torment all by itself. But when he would touch the wand against me, it would send me into orbit. For the next ten or fifteen minutes Benjamin alternated between shocking me with the wand and washing me with the ice cold cloth. When he finally stopped I was a total wreck. He then lowered the chain, took off the leather cuffs and tied me to the X cross. Next he began to eat my pussy. From a pit of anguish I rose to a pinnacle of joy. I could only whimper and moan in response. But he stopped just before I reached my climax. I thought my emotions were a complete shambles when he finished jolting me with the wand and sucking on my clitoris. What he did to me next was beyond my wildest imagination. He attached a TENS unit to each of my nipples and one to my clit. He set each TENS unit to send an electrical impulse to my flesh about once every ten seconds. He left them attached to my body for about fifteen minutes. Every few seconds my tits or my pussy were tingling. The impulses alternated, one to my left tit, then to my right tit and then to my vagina, over and over again. The sensations kept on going and going and going. I couldn't escape; I didn't want to escape. I could only moan in delirium as the joy permeated my flesh. I was a trembling puddle of ecstasy when he finally took them off. Then he removed me from the St. Andrews cross and fucked me missionary style. My orgasm was so fulfilling and so magnificent that I cried tears of joy for at least five minutes, maybe longer. The whole time Benjamin just held me in his arms and rubbed his hands up and down my back, extending my ecstasy. Making of a Sex Slave Ch. 05 "It looks to me like you've had enough for one day. Am I correct my darling?" "Just let me lay here with you a little longer, please Benjamin," I answered him weakly. "It feels so good." "Anything you wish, my love. We'll continue tomorrow. How's that sound," he continued. "That sounds great," I whispered. I was too filled with joy to do anything else. He was leaning against the headboard, cradling me in his arms. I fell asleep and didn't wake up for several hours. I had no idea what time it was; there was no clock in the room. Benjamin was lying on his side with his back to me. I snuggled up next to him and went back to sleep. To be continued... Making of a Sex Slave Ch. 06 When I woke up the next morning the room was empty. The chain was still around my waist; its end was wrapped around my left thigh. I sat up and let the covers fall off of me, exposing my breasts. There was a note on the pillow next to me ordering me to stay in bed. I had no desire to leave the memories I had of the previous evening's escapades. So I lay back down, closed my eyes and began to bask in those memories. I smiled. I caressed the fingers of my left hand over my naked mound and through my pubic hair. Then I lightly pinched my left nipple between the first finger and thumb of my right hand. I rolled over and hugged his pillow. A few minutes later Benjamin came into the room with a tray of food, scrambled eggs, sausage, hash browns, orange juice and hot buttered biscuits. Everything was fixed just the way I like it. He too was still naked. I love watching him walk around in the nude. His dick bounces with each step he takes. It gets me excited and wanting him. Benjamin told me to eat, that he would return momentarily to collect the dirty dishes. I informed him that I had to go to the restroom. In a very authoritative tone, he directed me to use the main bathroom directly across the hall and then to return to the dungeon as soon as I was finished. I was not to go into any other room in the house. I was somewhat puzzled by his commanding instructions but I didn't let it bother me. I was sure he would explain it in due time. Just as I had finished eating Benjamin returned. He immediately put a set of manacles on my ankles and attached them to the end of the chain around my waist with a rock climber's karabiner. Then he put some long chain handcuffs on my wrists. Both the manacles and the handcuffs could be released by pushing a release button. Finally, he put a dog's stainless steel choke chain around my neck. "You are not to take these chains off. If they have to be removed for any reason then I will do it. Nor are you to wear any clothes. Other than your slippers, you are to remain completely naked for the time being. Do you understand slave?" "Yes Sir," I humbly answered him. "For the next four or five days you are not to leave this room unless I give you permission to do so. If you have to use the bathroom use the one directly across the hall and then immediately return to this room. You are not to go into any other room of this house without my permission. Do you understand slave?" "Yes Sir." I was still puzzled. "Sometime later today, I will bring you your cell phone. You may call Barbara and anyone you desire except Sal. You are not to call him. If he calls you, you are not to answer the phone. Nor are you to answer him if he sends you an e-mail. But I want you to immediately inform me if he does call you or sends you an e-mail." "Yes Sir." "Do you subscribe to a social network service of any kind?" "Yes Sir but I seldom go to it. I haven't been there in over a month." "That's OK. But if you go to it you are not to post anything about your present status as my sex slave. In fact, I don't want you to post anything about your present status. Nothing! Is that clear slave?" "Yes Sir. May I ask do you subscribe to any of the social network services Sir?" "Yes you may ask and no I don't subscribe to any of those things. I just never got around to doing it." He paused and glanced at the entrance door to the room. "You are not to leave this room. I will bring your meals to you. I will bring you to the master bedroom to bathe you in the evenings. Do you understand slave?" "Yes Sir. May I ask Sir why all the chains and confinement?" "Yes slave you may. I want you to wear these chains as an act of humility in love and obedience to me. As you can see, the chains are just clamped together with karabiners and snap hooks. They can be easily removed. The only thing preventing you from removing them is your love for me." He grabbed the handcuff on my left wrist and showed it to me. It was an adjustable clamp resembling police handcuffs. But it was made of plastic and had a release button to open it instead of a key. He bought it at a local hardware store to which he attached a length of chain with a snap hook. The manacles on my ankles were the same, only a little larger in diameter. "If you don't want me to take them off, Sir, then I won't remove them. I am here to serve you Sir. That is all I want to do." "Deidra, I want the sexual side of our relationship and role playing that we do to be more than just something we do occasionally or on weekends. I want you to be my lover and my sex slave twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. I want you to wear these chains to remind you of the ecstatic heights to which I can bring you if you love me and put your trust in me when we do have B & D sex." He groped my left breast. Then, "but another reason that I want you to wear these chains Deidra is to remind you of the love that I have for you. I wouldn't bring you to such heights if I didn't love you." "Benjamin I love you. I am forever grateful for everything that you have already done for me. I am willing to do anything you ask of me." "Thank you my darling." He paused momentarily. Then, "Deidra, by wearing nothing except these chains and your slippers, you are telling me that you love me and trust me. As for not leaving the room, do you know where you are right now? Do you know the address of this house?" "No," I knew that his calling me by my name instead of calling me slave was his way of saying that I didn't have to say 'Sir' every time I spoke to him. "Then you cannot tell Barbara or anyone where you are living. They can't find you." "OK, I can understand that." He paused again. I could see that he was trying to figure out exactly what it was that he wanted to say. Then, "Look, Sal is an ass. He's a pig. He sold you to me for enough money to buy a boat. He cares more about fishing and ballgames than he does you. I would never do that to you." He touched my cheek with his fingers. I pressed his palm against my face and kissed it. Benjamin smiled and said, "It's only a matter of time before he realizes what he gave away and he's going to want you back. He may come looking for you with vengeance and he's liable to hurt you." "I don't think he'd hurt me. He's never hit me before." "That's because you were living with him. But now that you're living with me . . ." He didn't finish. He pulled his hand away from my cheek and grabbed both of my hands in his. "I don't trust him; I don't know what he's capable of doing. But if he doesn't know where you're living . . . well he can't hurt you if he can't find you." "But I can't keep my whereabouts hidden from him forever," I countered. "I believe we can Deidra. If we do this right, he'll never find out where you're living now." "Just how will I be able to do that? How can I prevent Sal from finding out where I'm living? I have to get my stuff from his house some day." "We'll get that later. Right now I want all your future correspondence to Sal to be through your divorce lawyer. If the only communication Sal ever gets from you is through your attorney then there's a good chance that he'll never find out where you're living." "OK. When do you think should I get one?" "Now that you're living with me, it should be as soon as possible. Maybe next week we'll look into getting you one. I'll ask my attorney. He's a contract attorney but he may agree to take your case. If not, then maybe he can recommend a good divorce lawyer. Anyway, by the time you're divorced, we'll have a restraining order against Sal to keep him away." I reached over to try and hug him but the chain on my wrists wrapped around his neck, choking him. I immediately apologized but Benjamin only laughed. I then asked him what he expected me to do all day long confined to this one room with no television, radio, electronic books or magazines to read or anything to help me occupy my time. He excused himself and left the room momentarily. He returned with his laptop computer and my cell phone. He told me that I could use the computer to surf the Internet to keep from becoming totally board to tears -- he knows that I love to surf the Internet. When I asked him what I could do if I got board surfing the Internet he told me, with a smart-alecky grin on his face, to play solitaire -- he knows that I also love to play solitaire on the computer. Then he smiled and said that he would have some accounting work for me to learn. I asked him if I could call Barbara and tell her that I left Sal. He said that I could call anyone I wanted to except Sal and tell them anything I felt like telling them. I then asked Benjamin what I should tell Barbara if she asked me where I was staying. He told me to tell her the truth. I was to tell her that I was now living with him as his real life sex slave but I didn't know where his house was located, I didn't know where I was living. He then left me alone; he had some accounting work he had to do. I immediately called Barbara and told her that I had left Sal and was now living with Benjamin. I told her several months ago about the threesomes Sal, Benjamin and I had had together. At the time, she thought that that was a little on the kinky side and said so. She added that she and Franklyn would never do anything like that but if I liked it then that was my personal preference. When I originally informed her about the threesomes we had, I also told her that I was eventually going to leave Sal for Benjamin. She was overjoyed to hear that. She confided to me that she never did like Sal which surprised me. I thought that she liked him. Then she asked me where I was living -- I had also originally told her that I had no idea where Benjamin lived, that he refused to tell me. She thought that that was kind of weird too. When I told her that I didn't know where I was living, she screamed into the phone so loud that I'm sure Benjamin heard her all the way down the hall in his office. "What? You don't know where you're living? That's crazy Deidra. What do you mean you don't know where you're living?" "Benjamin put a blindfold on me when he brought me here last night and he ordered me not to leave his sex dungeon." I winced. That last was a slip. I didn't want to tell her that I was a naked sex slave, as least not yet. I wanted to wait till later to reveal that to her. "Sex dungeon. What are you talking about? Are you telling me that that pervert has you imprisoned, living in some kind of sex dungeon? Deidra, that's against the law. He can't do that to you." "Barbara it's my own choice . . ." "Deidra, walk out of that house right now," She interrupted me. "Go to the corner of the nearest street sign. Tell me where you are and I'll come and get you. It's not safe . . ." "I can't," I interrupted her. I paused momentarily wondering what to say next. Then I thought that since I've told her that I'm living in a sex dungeon I might as well as tell her everything. I had planned on doing so anyway. "Benjamin has my clothes hidden somewhere in the house and I didn't bring any extra clothes with me. I'm naked. I'm Benjamin's naked sex slave." The silence on the other end was nearly as glaring as her outburst a moment earlier. But she had called the man I love and decided to live with for the rest of my life a sex pervert. She obviously believed that I must be some kind of sexual pervert too. I told her of the chains that I was now wearing instead of clothes. I described them in detail and added that I was proud to be Benjamin's naked sex slave. I said that if Benjamin wanted me to remain naked for the rest of my life wearing only these chains and my slippers then I would gladly do it. She answered that she believed that I had lost my mind, that the threesome sex I had indulged in must have done something to me mentally. I reminded her that she and Franklyn practiced a mild form of B & D sex. She retorted that their role playing was acceptable to normal people but that only perverts and sexual deviants went into real bondage and discipline, whipping each other and tying each other up, and that sort of thing. I got angry and informed her of all the different types of people from all walks of life who practiced bondage and discipline sex. I told her that there was nothing wrong with B & D sex and that those who thought that there was something wrong with it were sexually inhibited. Then I revealed to her the beatings Benjamin administered to my naked body and how he sexually tortured me. I told her that I enjoyed getting my naked ass and pussy spanked, that I enjoyed the titillation I got from the electric wand and the clamps he put on my nipples and my clitoris. Barbara suddenly turned very cold and distant. I could even feel it come over my cell phone. She said that she felt sorry for me, that she would pray for me, and that she would light a candle for me in the church she attended in hopes that I would find my way back to sanity. Then she politely excused herself with a statement that she had something cooking on the stove. But just before she hung up she made it quite clear that she would call me when she wanted to talk again. After I hung up, I thought of the picture on Benjamin's bedroom TV screen of the naked woman lying in the desert. I suddenly felt something akin her. I was naked and alone. I have never had any close friends, except Barbara. Now I had only Benjamin my Master to look to for love and support. But I didn't care. He was all I wanted; he was all I needed. Later, I tried calling Barbara again but she didn't answer her cell phone; I didn't leave a message. Then I sent her an e-mail informing her that not knowing where I now lived worked in my favor as Sal also didn't know where I was living and couldn't come and drag me back to his house. But she never answered my e-mail. In the end I was glad that I didn't know where I lived. For if I did, I surely would have told Barbara who surely would have revealed the information to Sal. I stayed in the dungeon for six days, leaving only to go to the restroom or when Benjamin guided me to his bedroom to bathe me in the master bath. Then I would immediately return to the dungeon. I stayed there until Benjamin would usher me to the master bedroom to go to sleep. In the morning my Master would escort me back to the dungeon. Most of my time in the dungeon was spent surfing the Internet or learning accounting. But a large portion of my time was spent just looking over some of the adult toys in the chest of drawers. I asked Benjamin how he acquired such a large stock of whips, paddles, handcuffs, manacles, ropes, Velcro straps, vibrators, dildos, clamps and other sex toys. He said that he and his former wife use to practice B & D sex all the time until she was killed by a drunk driver. The chest of drawers and the queen size bed were in the old master bedroom. He just moved them into the dungeon after the workmen were finished remodeling it. Benjamin said that he purchased the two 2 x 6 planks of wood for the St. Andrews cross about a month ago in anticipation to my coming here to live. He cut notches in them and bolted them together with socket drive flathead countersunk bolts. Next he attached eyebolts in each end of the X cross and foot rests on the bottoms. Then he varnished the whole thing. It looked real professional. Another large segment of my time was spent reading another book on bondage and discipline sex that Benjamin had given me. It was much more in depth than the book I had purchased off the Internet. It had some pictures of various sex toys as well as numerous uninhibited photographs of how these toys were used. I got aroused just looking at them and wanted Benjamin to use them on me. The book also had several sexually explicit photographs of several different sexual positions, side by side, with the woman on top, doggy style and of course the missionary position, to name just a few. These too were very erotic and meant to sexually arouse the reader. In the evenings Benjamin would come into the dungeon and we would have sex. Most of the time, we had vanilla sex. That is, he didn't spank me or torture me or anything. But I don't know if you could call getting fucked while wearing manacles and chains vanilla sex. But it didn't matter whether he spanked me or tortured me or whatever kind of sex we had, I love doing it with him. Saturday afternoon Troy and Vanessa came over. Benjamin removed the manacles off my wrists and ankles, leaving only the dog choke collar around my neck and the chain around my waist. Then he had me get on my hands and knees to eat Vanessa's pussy -- she was lying on the floor with her legs wide open. While I was licking and sucking her clitoris, Benjamin and Troy took turns fucking me doggy style. After that she ate my vagina while I sucked off Troy and Benjamin. I lay down and she was on all fours between my legs while the men straddled my face. That was the first time I have ever had sex with another woman. I was very stimulated by it. Indeed, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Then Benjamin, Troy and Vanessa put their clothes back on but my Master ordered me to remain naked with the chain around my waist and dog choke collar around my neck. Next Benjamin fixed supper for us all. It wasn't much, just hot dogs, chili and French fries. But it was the first time I got to eat in the dinning room -- all my earlier meals were eaten in the dungeon. In fact, other than going to the bathroom and master bedroom to bathe and sleep it was the only time I had been out of the dungeon since I had arrived in my Master's house. After supper the four of us then went into the living room and discussed the possibility of Benjamin and me joining the sex club to which Troy and Vanessa belong. Benjamin had been to a few of the club's parties as a guest. But he could never join, as the precondition to joining the club is to bring a sex slave in with you when you become a member. Troy said that it is a men's club and, according to the rules of the club, all the women are the sex slaves of all the male members. But Vanessa immediately pointed out that to all intents and purposes the women are responsible for making most of the rules, as a simple majority of them hold a veto power over any rule that they disagree with. Troy smiled when she said that and continued saying that each male member shares his sex slave with the other men; a prerequisite to joining is that a potential member must be willing to share his sex slave with all the other members. Troy further said that most of the women are the wives of the men but a few of the sex slaves are the girlfriends of the unmarried men. We all continued to chat for another hour or so. Troy and Vanessa promised that they would submit my and Benjamin's names for possible membership at the next club meeting. As they were preparing to leave, Benjamin asked me if I had enjoyed having sex with Vanessa. Before I could answer him Vanessa put her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth. She shot her tongue deep into my orifice. I sucked it eagerly. When she broke the kiss, she looked me straight in the eyes and said, 'she loved it.' I just blushed and gave everyone a big demure smile. Benjamin then added, "I'm glad you liked it my little sex slave. I plan on having Troy and Vanessa over here on a regular basis to fuck you and eat your pussy. Do you think you'd like that?" "Yes Sir, I would enjoy it very much." I was still blushing and smiling. After they left, Benjamin bathed me and then put the manacles back on my wrists and ankles. Then we played a sensuous game of Gin Rummy sitting in the bed in the dungeon. We decided that the loser would present his or her ass to the winner for a spanking; the number of smacks was determined by the differences in scores for each game. Benjamin removed all his clothes before we began to play. Making of a Sex Slave Ch. 06 We played three games. I got to spank Benjamin's ass twice -- three hits the first time and nine the second -- and he got to smack my ass once -- eight smacks. I wanted to make love after that but Benjamin had me wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. While I did that he sat at the breakfast bar with his laptop. Every few minutes he would get up and smack my naked ass. It was only a few whacks to my cheeks with his hand each time but the hits were hard. By the time I was finished cleaning up the kitchen and washing the dishes my butt was as red as a cherry and my passions were as hot as coals. Benjamin escorted me into the master bedroom and we made love. It was vanilla but as I've said before, even vanilla sex with him is great. On the morning of my sixth day of living in the dungeon Benjamin came into the room with my clothes. He removed the manacles and the choke collar. Next, to take up the extra length of the chain around my waist, he double wrapped it around my waist, hooking it with a rock climber's karabiner. Then he ordered me to get dressed and to keep the chain hidden under my jeans. We were going to return to my old house to get my car, my personal items and my clothes. Benjamin said that he wanted to go there in the morning so that we could finish early while Sal was still at work. That way he could avoid any confrontation with him. Benjamin further said that he had no desire to ever see Sal again. I had no idea that Benjamin had such strong feelings against Sal. When we got there the place was a wreck. The garbage can we keep in the kitchen looked like it hadn't been emptied since I left. Sal's dirty clothes were all over the house. The kitchen sink was full of dirty dishes and there were more dirty dishes in several places in all the bedrooms, the dining room and the living room. I asked Benjamin if he thought I should clean the place up little bit. He got very angry and vehemently told me no. He added that if Sal wanted to live like a pig then that was his choice. Benjamin and I then loaded up my things into his sport utility van and my Mustang. It took us the rest of the morning, by noon we were finished. I then went into each room and checked for my things. After I finished, I figured that if there was anything of mine that I forgot then it wasn't worth enough for me to worry about; Sal could keep it. By the way, the entire week I was in the dungeon Sal never did try to call me or e-mail me. It was also evident that Barbara was not going to get in touch with me either. I had called her and e-mailed her several times over the past week but to no avail. In the end I was glad, now she didn't know where I was living and could not give this information to Sal. I also checked my social network provider several times. Barbara didn't send me any messages there either and following my Master's orders, nor did I post any information about myself there. I just visited the site and read what others had posted there. As soon as we finished loading up Benjamin's SUV and my car we went to his lawyer. He agreed to take my case. Benjamin gave him a check to cover the expenses. My attorney told me that within the next few days Sal would receive notification from him of my intention to divorce him. My lawyer would also tell Sal that any and all future correspondence he would have with me should be through him. Then we went back to Benjamin's house. As soon as we arrived we unpacked the cars. I put some T-shirts, my underclothes, my socks and stockings, the blue negligé that Benjamin bought me and some other lingerie in the other chest of drawers that was in the master bedroom. I hung the rest of my clothes in the walk-in closet and put my shoes in a shoe rack on the floor of the closet and my personal belongings in the top of the closet. Benjamin then ordered me to remove all my clothes. While I was busy taking off my clothes Benjamin got my slippers from the dungeon. He ordered me to remain naked until further notice. But when he said that, he also indicated that he would not keep me naked all the time, that there would be times when I would wear clothes like everyone else. He didn't put the manacles back on my wrists and ankles or the dog choke collar around my neck. Nor did he tell me that I had to stay in the dungeon. I was free to go about the house. He attached the end of the chain that was around my waist to my left ankle with a Velcro strap. Benjamin said that there was no need to keep me confined to the sex dungeon. I now knew where I was living and I had orders from both him and my lawyer not to communicate with Sal, which included telling Sal where I was now living. They both also advised me not to inform anyone else as to where I was living, which would prevent Sal from discovering my whereabouts from another person. Benjamin then baked a couple of potatoes in his microwave oven and warmed up some frozen chicken tenders for our supper. While we were eating, Benjamin went over the rules of my sexual slavery to him. First of all, I was to remain completely naked unless Benjamin gave me permission to put on clothes. He said with a smart-alecky smirk that he liked looking at my naked body. But I already knew that. He then added that on some of those days when I wore clothing, particularly on weekends, the clothes he would have me wear would consist of sexy lingerie or my blue negligé that he bought me. On other days I would wear regular clothing. Benjamin would tell me as soon as I woke up in the morning whether I would be allowed to wear clothes on that day and what clothes I could wear; we would both sleep in the nude every night. He would also tell me when I woke up, what chains I would have to wear on that particular day -- except for the chain around my waist, which I was never to take off. He said that he would not keep me naked or wearing chains all the time. He knew there were times when I would have to wear clothing and not have chains on my wrists and ankles or around my waist. Secondly, unless he said otherwise, I was to refer to him as Master from now on every time I spoke to him. This was to be my way of acknowledging his dominance over me and my obedience to his will. I was to address all other men, except Sal, as Sir. I was to call Sal and refer to him as pig Sal from now on. Benjamin told me that if he ever caught me referring to Sal as anything other than pig Sal then he would give me a sever beating. I was to call any woman I met Mistress or Miss, depending on whether she was a Dominatrix or a submissive. Each weekday I was to dust and clean one room -- the master bedroom and master bath, the office and its bathroom, the living room or the dining room. I would not have any domestic chores to do on Fridays, weekends or holidays. Of course, the master bed would have to be made everyday and the laundry would have to be done whenever it became necessary. The guest bedroom, the main bathroom and the dungeon were not used every day. I would have to clean those rooms only when they have been used. Benjamin said that he likes to cook; the cooking we would share. He would then help me clean up the kitchen every evening. Once I have finished these domestic duties I was to come to his office to see if he had any accounting work for me to do. I had to do all my domestic duties wearing nothing except my slippers and my chains. I also had to do my accounting work in the nude unless Benjamin told me otherwise, which would be on those rare occasions when one of his clients came to his office. Benjamin said that whenever he took me out to a movie or out to eat or some place, if I had to go grocery shopping, to the beautician or to the dentist's or doctor's office or something like that, then I could put on clothes and remove all the chains except the waist chain. He would take that off when I went to the doctor's office. He said this latter was so that I wouldn't have to wear my "religion" on my shirt sleeve. Finally and most importantly, I was to obey my Master without any reservations. He owned me. As such, I had to obey his every command. But I would be allowed to ask him why he was making me do something. On those occasions he promised that he would answer me truthfully. He added that he would never ask me to violate the law or ask me to do something that I could not or would not normally do. After we ate supper and cleaned up the kitchen Benjamin asked me what I wanted to do my first evening living outside the dungeon. In a very demure voice I quietly answered him, "Master, except for Saturday you haven't spanked me in over a week and that was only a few whacks to my ass. Could you please spank my . . ." "I was hoping you would ask me to spank you," he interrupted me. "I want your first night out of the dungeon to be a memorable one." "Oooohhh Master," I purred. "Go to our bedroom and wait for me there. I want to get some toys from the dungeon." "Yes Master," I answered him in the sexiest voice I could. When Benjamin came into the master bedroom he had with him a blindfold, a flogger, a cane, a clit clamp and a pair of nipple clamps with serrated edges. Both the clit clamp and the nipple clamps had little weights attached to them. I moaned in anticipation to what he was about to do to me. He's put these clamps on me before and I love the delicious torture they give to my nipples and clitoris. "For tonight's torture slave there will be no safe word or safe phrase. I will stop beating you and torturing you when I feel like it." He paused a moment to let this information sink in. Then, "I'm not doing this to hurt you or just to inflict pain on you. I'm doing this in order to help you increase your love and faith in me. Besides, by now I know your limits and I know when to stop. Do you understand slave?" "Yes Master, I am yours to do with as you please," I bowed my head in resignation, but I was elated that I was going to be abused to the maximum by my Master. "Good. Now go stand to the right of the bed; I want your legs spread apart, as far as you can get them without falling over. Interlock your fingers and place them behind your head." "Yes Master." Benjamin put the blindfold on my eyes. Then he pinched and twisted my nipples between his thumb and first finger. He pulled hard on them. The ache filled my breasts. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. Next he attached the clamps to my nipples. He pulled hard on them too. I moaned. "Go ahead and moan slave. Cry if you like. I want you to. I want you to know that I own you and I will do with you as I please. Do you understand slave?" "Yes Master," I cried. "Good." He again pulled hard on the clamps that were pinching my nipples. After that he smacked my pussy mound with his hand; it startled me more than hurt me. Then he got on his knees in front of me and opened my labia. I felt him kiss, lick and suck my clitoris. The passion in me was flowing hot. I let the bliss pour over me. But I knew he was only stimulating me in order to get my clitoris gorged with blood so that he could put the clamp on it. I was in agony and ecstasy at the same time. He pinched my clit hard. His fingers felt like a vice clamping down on my whole pussy. Then he put the clamp on me. It was like a bolt of lightening hitting my vagina. A delightful pain wracked my entire groin. "Oh Master," I cried weakly. "It feels so good." Benjamin did not answer me. He stood up and pulled on all three clamps simultaneously. I grimaced from the pain but I didn't want it to end. It was so delectably torturous. After pulling on the clamps for several seconds he let them go. I could feel the clamps swinging back and forth, the weights pulling on my tender flesh. "Now slave, what would you like me to beat you with first, my belt, the cane or the flogger? I'm going to beat you with all three before I fuck you. The question is which one do you want first?" The cane hurt the most and the flogger the least. Did I want the anguish to increase or decrease until I got my orgasm? I couldn't decide. "Whatever you wish Master. I am here to serve and obey you." He didn't answer me verbally. Instead, he hit my tits with the flogger. It wasn't hard but it surprised me. He smacked me several more times across my breasts. I could feel the euphoria building in me with each stinging whack. Next he hit me on my pussy mound several times. As when he smacked my tits, it wasn't very hard. But my passions were still on fire. He had just begun to beat me and already I was a steaming bundle of emotion. He hit my stomach a couple of times with the flogger. Then he attacked my ass cheeks. These smacks were hard. I grimaced and tightened my cheek muscles. "Did you like that slave? Want me to hit you like that again?" "Yes Master. Please, it feels so lusciously torturous." Without warning he hit my ass hard with his belt. I could feel the welt rising on my skin. But before I had time to react, he hit my cheeks hard several more times. Tears filled my eyes. The hurt was severe. But I didn't want him to stop. I only wanted him to beat me, to hurt me and to make me cry. As if he could read my thoughts, he began to beat my thighs, my ass, my vagina, my stomach and my tits with his belt. I was euphoric with pain. My whole body felt like it was on fire. The agony was excruciating. The ecstasy was magnificent. Then he started to hit my nipples with the cane. These blows were not hard. They didn't have to be. The sting from just a light tap to my bare flesh was enough to send me to the stars. But now that my skin was already tingling with anguish, the pain was piercing. I started to cry softly. After a few whacks Benjamin stopped beating me and began to wipe down my naked body with a cool wet cloth. I was immediately carried up to a pinnacle of joy. The relief was exquisitely joyous. I began to moan in delirium. As soon as my whole body was wet, I heard Benjamin open the chest of drawers. But I didn't have to see to know what he was getting out. He touched my left nipple with the electric wand, then the right nipple. I jumped slightly at each touch. Next he began to shock my navel, my Venus mound and my ass cheeks. The jolts were pure torture but as with the thrashing, I didn't want it to stop. After a couple of minutes of shocking me, Benjamin started to beat me again. This time he used the belt and the flogger at the same time. He had the belt in his right hand beating my ass and my thighs and the flogger in his left hand smacking my pussy, stomach and tits. After numerous smacks, Benjamin again began to rub my skin with the cool wet cloth. Once he had my flesh wet all over he shocked me with the wand until I was a quivering mass of joy. Then he beat me some more. For about twenty minutes he wiped me down with the cool wet cloth, then jolted me with the electric wand and then beat me with the belt or the flogger. My emotions were on a rollercoaster of pain and pleasure, agony and ecstasy, up and down, up and down. I could not escape Soon I was crying uncontrollably. He removed the clamps off my nipples, sucking each teat after removing the clamp. Then he knelt in front of me and took the clamp off my clitoris. He licked and sucked my clit. The relief was pure beauty. He removed the blindfold. I put my arms around his shoulders and cried into his neck. He led me to the bed and lay down on top of me. I could feel his rock hard penis rubbing against my vagina. I opened my legs, reached between our bodies and guided his manhood into my pussy. As soon as his head was inside my hole, he rammed himself hard, deep into me with a grunt. I moaned loudly. I wrapped my legs around his body. He grabbed onto my waist and began to pummel me. He plunged down into my grotto; his masculinity pervaded my womanhood. I thrust my hips up to meet his ramrod; I gripped the sheets as the passion filled my entire body. Grunting, sweating, pumping, he was my driving force. Sweating, thrusting, whimpering, I was his magnetic stimulus. He was my flaming arrow; I was his burning hearth. Our animalistic desires took control of our bodies. He was my hungry stallion; I was his voluptuous mare. He was my sensuous buck; I was his hot bitch. In and out, in and out, he pumped me like he was a jackhammer. I enveloped him like he was my knight in shining armor. Harder, faster, deeper, he pushed me on. Gasping, moaning, thrashing, I was a rapturous woman of the night. He was my beast of the field; I was his fowl of the air. He was my stag; I was his doe. Within minutes both of us were crossing the gorge, climbing Mount Everest and soaring to the stars. Our respective orgasms filled our bodies. We both fell into a heavenly bliss. I lay in his arms for a long while just savoring the pleasure. "Now slave, I'm going to bathe you. Go stand in the shower and get the water flowing hot." "Yes Master." I knew he wasn't finished with my body. Almost every time we showered together we had oral sex afterwards. Sometimes he would eat me and sometimes I would suck him off. I wondered which it would be this time. I hoped he would let me suck his cock; I wanted to return the joy he had just given to me. Benjamin washed my neck and breasts first. After rinsing me off, he sucked each of my nipples a moment or two before washing my stomach and pussy. Next he washed my back, my butt, my legs and the rest of my body. After he finished bathing me he had me wash him. I washed and rinsed him just as he did me, as we have always done to each other. I washed one section of his body at a time, paying particular attention to his crotch. I knew that the attention I gave to his dick and balls made the shower a lot more sensuous for him, indeed, for both of us. Once we were through bathing each other Benjamin sat on the bench in the shower. I sucked his cock while he sprayed the water onto my back. He filled my greedy mouth with his sweet juice. I was overjoyed that he allowed me to suck his dick. After we dried each other off, he escorted me to our king size bed and fucked me again; it was doggy style. He then ate my pussy. I was on cloud nine. When he finished performing the cunnilingus on me I snuggled into his arms and fell blissfully to sleep. To be continued... Making of a Sex Slave Ch. 07 Over the next couple of months I learned my sex slave duties the hard way, through reprimands, discipline and punishment. The hardest thing I had to learn was keeping the chains on my wrists and ankles. It is hard to walk around with manacles on your ankles. It's even harder if you also have your wrists bound together with a chain and cuffs, even if the chain is a lengthy one. I didn't have any trouble when Benjamin chained me up when he visited me while I was living with Sal. First of all, it was only a chain around my waist for a few hours or a couple of days that he had me chained up. Secondly, I didn't have to do any housework while wearing chains. Well, he did have me wash the dishes several times with the chain around my waist. But that was nothing compared to also having my wrists and ankles chained up while doing general house work. It was easier to do my work without my chains. Since both the ankle and wrist cuffs could be released with just the push of a button, I sometimes removed them while doing my domestic duties. Then once I was finished I would put them back on. For example, I frequently removed the chains on my wrists and ankles when cleaning up after breakfast or lunch but I usually removed only the leg manacles when I vacuumed or mopped. Most of the time I got away with it as Benjamin was in his office doing his accounting work. But on those occasions when he caught me . . . well my ass felt it. I think what eventually convinced me not to remove them was when Benjamin made me sleep alone in the dungeon, after beating my ass for the umpteenth time. The first time he caught me he merely frowned and reprimanded me. The next several times he spanked me, at first with his hand, then with a paddle and finally with his belt or a cane. Also, each time he caught me, the beatings got more severe, both in the number of times he hit my ass and the ferocity of the smacks. The last few times he caught me without the chains on my ankles or wrists, he dragged me to the dungeon and hung me by wrists from the chain in the ceiling -- hanging from it is a pair of leather cuffs attached to a long chain that is run through an O ring through which the ceiling chain is also run. He then beat me until I was crying uncontrollably. The very last time he caught me he beat me with his belt and then lowered the chain, allowing me to sit on the floor -- it is doubled over on itself, making it adjustable. But he ordered me to remain in the dungeon, hooked up to the ceiling chain. He returned a couple of hours later, took the slack out of the chain -- forcing me to stand on my toes again -- and beat me again. He kept me chained up all day and beat me several times during the day. That night he made me sleep in the dungeon by myself. He didn't beat me any more but after three days of sleeping alone, I begged him to let me sleep with him in the master bedroom. Now if I have to remove the chains from either my ankles or my wrists I get permission from my Master first. He almost always says yes. The second lesson that I had to learn was to always refer to Benjamin as Master and all other men as Sir. But he never punished me for not calling him Master. Whenever I called him Sir he would just remind me that I was his sex slave and he my Master. Funny, it took me only about a month to learn to always refer to him as Master, whereas it took me almost three months to learn not to remove my chains. You would think that I would have first learned not to remove the chains as that involved punishing me with more than just a reprimand. His brother Troy and his brother's wife Vanessa came over almost every Saturday night. On those nights Benjamin would usually take Vanessa to our bedroom and Troy would have me in the guest bedroom. But sometimes the four of us would have a sex orgy in the dungeon or in the living room. Whenever we were in the dungeon the two men would beat and sexually torture us women. Once they were finished abusing us then they would fuck us. After that they would make us eat each other's vaginas. I love sucking Vanessa's cum filled pussy. Vanessa had an art class she attended on Tuesday evenings. So sometimes on a Tuesday Troy would come over and he and Benjamin would take turns screwing me until I was a used up ragdoll. At other times one of them would fuck me in the mouth while the other one fucked my vagina. Then they would swap places. But no matter how they fucked me, I thoroughly enjoyed Tuesday evenings with Troy and Benjamin using me as their personal fuck toy. A little over four months after I moved in with Benjamin, we joined the sex club to which Troy and Vanessa belonged. The other members would not let Benjamin join earlier because he did not have a sex slave to offer to the other members. The club's outward appearance is that it's a social club -- its name is the Social Exchange Club. But the members privately call it the Sex Club. One becomes a member only through invitation from a female member, although male members may recommend someone to receive an invitation. That's because it is actually the women who make all the rules and make all the final decisions. Also, every two years women are chosen to fill the office of president, vice-president, secretary and treasurer. A man is chosen to be the sergeant of arms. The club has two main goals. First, it is a civic and social club that helps out those in need. If a disaster strikes, if someone's house burns down, if a child needs a special operation, if someone is in need of something then the members -- both male and female -- will help them out. Although both male and female members discuss what project the club will help out, it is the women who make the final decision. Usually an issue is brought before the members. Anyone can do this. Next several male and female members are chosen to look into the particulars of the project. The following month the women will decide what the club will do -- whether to continue to look into it or to act upon it. However, if it is an emergency or something that cannot wait then everyone will collectively make a decision upon what to do. To help pay for these projects and goals the members have car washes, solicit money from businesses, go to local shopping centers with cans and ask for donations from shoppers. They have even held bake sales in front of churches on Sunday morning -- anything non-profit organizations normally do to help raise money for the needy. But the main purpose of the club -- a secret purpose -- is for sex. All the women are the sex slaves of all the male members. No female member can say no to the sexual desires of any male member. But here again, the women made the rules. Of course there are a few restrictions like no sex with shit, pee, animals, children, the mentally handicapped, cadavers and other such similar perversions. Further, everyone has to practice safe sex. But other than that, the only limitations are what each individual woman sets during the sex scenes. Most of these limitations are negotiated among those who are participating in the scene. The club officially meets the first Friday of every month -- the members meet privately during the month for sex. Master Clifford, one of the members, has a seven bedroom house with a large den and living room so there is plenty of space for sex. He also has a three car garage that he uses as a meeting hall and sex orgy room, although sometimes they meet in the one of the meeting rooms of the local library. First they discuss any civic or community problems that may have arisen since the last meeting. These discussions can last anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour and a half. If no decision is made on a particular project after ninety minutes then the project is set aside for further investigation by selected members. They in turn will report back their findings at the next meeting. After the civic discussions are over, if the club is meeting in the library, then the meeting is adjourned and everyone reconvenes in Master Clifford's house. Once everyone is there, a few of women are then chosen to be the sex slaves of the night. These women are then stripped naked and literally auctioned off to the highest bidder. The proceeds are added to the treasury to help pay for whatever projects the club has decided upon. Usually two or three women are chosen to be auctioned off. Then all the male members will write an amount of money on a slip of paper along with the name of the woman he wants for a sex slave. Those men who make the highest bids get to own those women for the rest of the weekend. Everyone who makes a bid must donate that amount of money to the club to help pay for whatever civic or community projects that are on the agenda. The real purpose of the auction is to raise money for the needy. But it's all in fun or should I say sex and fun. Since, according to the laws of the club, all of the women are already the sex slaves of all the men and are not allowed to say no to the sexual desires of the male members -- as long as those desires are not any of the perversions I mentioned earlier. At my and Benjamin's first meeting the club voted to help out four people who were in need. First there was an elderly widow who fell and broke her hip. She need hip surgery and physical therapy. Her medical insurance didn't cover all her expenses. The members decided to help pay her medical expenses. Next there was a young couple whose apartment was vandalized while they were away on vacation for a weekend. The vandals wrote graffiti on almost every wall of the apartment, broke most of the furniture, burned holes in the carpet and just destroyed everything. Their insurance didn't cover everything so the club voted to help them refurbish their apartment. Finally, the club voted to buy a puppy dog for a small child who had cancer. She had never owned her own dog. After getting permission from her parents, the members voted to buy her a Cocker Spaniel. Then I was led before all the members by Troy and another man -- we were meeting in Master Clifford's garage. All my clothes were literally torn off my body. I knew what was going to happen; Vanessa told me earlier to wear something that I wouldn't mind getting ripped off my body Next Vanessa and another woman marched Benjamin to the front of the room. The two women removed all his clothes. Vanessa then said to President Lynette, "I have given this gentleman and his sex slave invitations to join our club as a Master and his sex slave. I can personally vouch for both of them. They will be discreet, prudent and rational in everything they do with regards to the Social Exchange Club." "Does she realize that as a sex slave of our sex club she must make herself available to all male members for their sexual pleasure?" Lynette answered her. "Yes Madam President she knows. I informed her of all of her responsibilities." "Does he realize that he must allow all the male members to fuck his sex slave whenever they want to as long as they use discretion?" "Yes Madam President he knows. I also informed him of his duty." "Are both applicants to our club aware of the sexual taboos of the Social Exchange Club and can the members be assured that they will not take part or engage in these perversions?" "Yes Madam President. I have instructed them both in those sexual perversions which the members do not indulge in." "Madam Secretary, do we have a quorum of members present to cast a vote allowing this sex slave and her Master to join our sex club?" "Yes we do Madam President. We have twenty-six members present this evening." Shawn answered her. All 36 members were informed that Benjamin and I would be here tonight to join the club. They were all encouraged to come to vote on our admittance. But the vote is really academic. It is rare for the members to vote against allowing a couple to join the club and that's usually because at least one of them has a sexually transmitted disease, has been found guilty of sex with a child, has been found guilty of dealing with child pornography in some capacity or has participated in one of the sexual perversions that the members consider taboo. I want to point out that an investigation was done on both Benjamin and me by the other members in the weeks preceding our joining the club. Troy and Vanessa gave them a lot of the information after getting it from us. The rest was gotten with our permission through credit checks, police reports and other such sources. Lynette then said to me, "What is your name?" "I am sex slave Deidra," I answered her. This too was just a formality; I was introduced to everyone before the meeting got started. The main purpose was to ensure that everyone knew my name just in case I was not introduced to someone. "Do you realize that before you can become a member of our sex club you have to have sex with all 36 members? You have to let all 18 men fuck you, you have to perform fellatio on them and you have to perform cunnilingus on each of their sex slaves." "Yes Madam President I am aware of that and I am looking forward to it." "But you do you understand that you have to have sex with all the members before the next monthly meeting?" "Yes Madam President I am aware of that." Of the thirteen male members who were present that evening, I was sure most of them were going to fuck me before the night was over. I was also sure that at least half of the thirteen women who were present were going to have sex with me. Lynette then turned to Benjamin. "Sir, what is your name?" she asked him. "I am Master Benjamin," my Master answered her. "Do you realize that before you can become a member of our sex club you have to have sex with all 36 members? You have to fuck all 18 women, eat their pussies and suck the cock of every male member?" "Yes Madam President I am aware of that. But I . . ." "Madam President," Troy interrupted him, "Master Benjamin is my younger brother. The laws of our sex club do not allow him to have sex with me as that would be incest." "Then we will make an exception in your and his case. Madam Secretary please note in the minutes for our meeting that Master Benjamin is exempt from having sex with Master Troy." "Yes Madam President." Then Lynette turned back to Benjamin. "Do you understand that you have to have sex with all the other members before the next monthly meeting?" "Yes Madam President I am aware of that." "Does anyone present have any objections to this man and this woman becoming members of The Social Exchange Club?" No one answered her. "Ok let's have a vote. Everyone in favor of their becoming members raise your hand." She paused and counted. Then, "Oppose." No one raised their hand. "You two are now provisional members. As soon as you've both had sex with all the members and pay your annual dues you will become official members of our sex club." There was a round of applauses from everyone. Vanessa and the other woman standing next to Benjamin began rubbing their bodies against him. Another two women joined them. Meanwhile, Troy and three other men started to grope and finger my body. I was picked up and carried to a corner of the room. The last I saw of Benjamin was that he was being led to another corner. We arrived at the meeting about seven in the evening. After about an hour and a half of discussing community affairs the members voted me and Benjamin in as provisional members. Benjamin and I left a little after eleven. That was over two and a half hours of constant fucking. I have never had so much sex in my whole life. I lost count of how many men and women fucked me. Later Troy told me that Benjamin screwed 4 women and sucked off 3 men and 6 women, while 10 men and 5 women had sex with me. I had a cock or a strap on dildo in my vagina the entire time and frequently someone was fucking my cunt while I was sucking someone's sex. It didn't take long for those members who were absent to fuck me. In fact, within two weeks Benjamin and I had sex with most of the remaining members. By the end of three weeks there was only one couple who hadn't come over to Benjamin's house for sex with us and they came over Wednesday of the fourth week after we were voted in. On the afternoon of the third Saturday I was living with Benjamin, Sal called me on my cell phone. Benjamin and I were in the living room discussing our plans for the evening. Before answering the phone I informed my Master who was calling me and asked his advice on whether or not I should answer the call. He told me to go ahead and answer it. Sal asked me when I was coming home. He said that he caught some fish and wanted me to fry them. I told him that I was happy living with Benjamin now and that he should contact my attorney if he had anything to say to me. He answered that he got the notice from my lawyer of my intention to divorce him. Next he asked me where I was living. I told him that that was none of his business. Then, completely ignoring that I had told him just moments before that I was living with Benjamin, he asked if I knew where Benjamin lived. He said that Benjamin left some furniture in the house next door and he wanted to return it to him. But I knew he was lying because Benjamin told me that he took everything out of the house when he moved. I answered him that he would have to contact Benjamin about that. As soon as Sal realized that he wasn't going to find out where I was living he hung up. The following Monday I called my lawyer and told him of the phone call I got from Sal over the weekend. He advised me to block his phone number. I did so as soon as I hung up. It took Sal 88 days to respond to my lawyer's notice that I intended to divorce him -- my lawyer gave him 90 days to respond. Sal wrote a short note telling him that he didn't care what I did. In the note Sal also asked him if he knew where I was living and was I living with Benjamin. My attorney answered Sal informing him that any and all future correspondence he had with me should be handled through him. For the next several weeks life got routine. If you want to call sex nearly every evening and sex parties a couple of times a week routine. As I said earlier, we had sex with Troy and Vanessa nearly every Saturday. Then at least once during the week and sometimes twice there was almost always a Master and his sex slave from the Social Exchange Club over for an evening sex party. On those evenings that Benjamin and I were alone we also frequently had sex. In the mornings I would do my domestic duties. Then in the afternoons I worked as Benjamin's secretary. I of course worked in the nude with my chains on. Then in the evenings after Benjamin and I cleaned up the kitchen together we would usually end up having sex. Although sometimes we didn't have sex until after we showered together. On those evenings it was because we went out to eat at a restaurant, went to a movie, went shopping, had someone else over for a sex party, played on the computer, watched television or did whatever. Whenever we had a sex party, Benjamin made me answer the door -- in the nude I must add. Several members of the Social Exchange Club even commented that they had never seen me with clothes on. I answered them with a demure smile that the rules of my sexual slavery to Benjamin do not allow me to wear clothes without permission from my Master. Except for my slippers and chains, I have been completely naked almost every day since I moved in with Benjamin. In the evening after supper, Benjamin would also frequently go naked. The only exceptions were when I went to the dentist once, when my Master had me wear a sexy negligé a few times and on those occasions that he and I went out somewhere. But then this is what I want; I want Master Benjamin to see me naked. Making of a Sex Slave Ch. 07 By the way, I enjoy seeing him naked too. Benjamin also enjoys bathing me. I must admit I enjoy it myself. It is a very sensuous part of my day. Sometimes he bathes me with my chains on and sometimes with them off. But either way I love it. He lathers up a washcloth and rubs it all over my body, paying particular attention to my ass cheeks, pussy and tits. After he finishes washing me, I bathe him; I give particular attention to his cock and balls. Then we spray each other with the shower massager. When we finish we frequently have oral sex. Sometimes he eats my pussy and sometimes I suck his dick. Then we dry each other off and if it's not too late, we crawl into bed and fuck. It's a beautiful way to end a day of hard work. Not only did I grow accustomed to working in the nude, I soon began to enjoy it. Then one Monday morning, right after we finished eating breakfast, Benjamin ordered me to remove all the chains, including my waist chain, and work with all my clothes on. For the next nine days I worked fully clothed. The only time I was naked was when we showered and slept together. We only had sex three times during those nine days and it was vanilla sex. By the afternoon of my third day I was actually embarrassed to be seen by my Master fully clothed. By the sixth day the only thing I wanted was for him to let me take off my clothes. I also longed for him to spank me, torture me, punish me, do anything to me except fuck me missionary style. After nine days I couldn't take it any longer. Troy and Vanessa had not come over the previous weekend, nor had any sex club members been over to have sex with us. When we finished cleaning up the kitchen on the evening of the ninth day I approached him. "Please Master may I remove all my clothes? I want to be your naked sex slave again. Master, I need you beat my ass, to torture me and to fuck me hard." "Are you sure that this is what you want?" Benjamin questioned me. "Yes Master. These past nine days have taught me that the only thing that I want to do is to serve you as your naked sex slave. The past nine days of nothing but vanilla sex has taught me that I want bondage and discipline in my sex life with you. I want you to spank me and to sexually torture me." "Why do you think I had you wear clothes for nine days? Why do you think I treated you the way I've done these past several days?" I bowed my head in humility and answered him, "To teach me what it is that I really want in life." "Look up Deidra. Look into my eyes," he commanded me. I looked up. "Has it taught you anything else?" "Yes Master. It has taught me that you want only the best for me. You've known all along what would make me happy. That's why you had me go naked. I realize that you love me very much and only want me to be happy. It has also helped me understand how much I love you and depend upon you. Master, you're all I want. I am willing to do anything you ask of me Master." "Go to our bedroom. Take off all your clothes and put them in the dirty clothes bin. Wait for me there. I will be along momentarily." "Yes Master. Thank you Master." I did as my Master ordered me. I was naked and sitting on the bed when he entered. He had a flogger, a blindfold, all my chains plus another set of long chain leather wrist cuffs. Benjamin put the chains on the bed. He looked over me from my head to my toes. Then, "Are you sure that this is what you want? There's no turning back after this. Are you sure that you want to be my naked sex slave for the rest of your life?" "Yes Master, I want to be your naked sex slave. That is all I want." "But do you realize that as my sex slave you are my fuck doll, my abuse toy? I will fuck you and have you suck my dick any time I feel like it and you will not say no to me. I will beat you and torture you any time I feel like it and you will not object to it. I will use you and abuse you in any way that it pleases me to do so and you will accept it." "Yes Master, to please you and serve you is all I want to do." "OK then go stand over there under the ceiling fan." My Master then strapped on the leather cuffs to my wrists and hung me from one of the ceiling fans. Next he put the blindfold over my eyes. I was stretched out naked with my arms above my head and my feet on the floor. I was totally at his mercy. I wasn't able to see what he did next but I knew he was removing his own clothes. Benjamin has never beaten me or sexually tortured me while wearing clothes. He likes to masturbate while torturing me. The first whack was with the flogger to my tits; it was hard. The next several hits were also to my breasts. They too were hard. My nipples were burning. Then he pinched my nipples and pulled on them. The ache filled my breasts. I grimaced slightly. Next he hit my stomach with the flogger several times until my skin was stinging. Then he grabbed my right ankle and picked up my leg until it was almost parallel to the floor. My entire groin, perineum and ass were now exposed to him. He began to beat me, first a blow to my pussy, then my perineum, then my stomach and tits. After several whacks he let go of my right ankle and picked up my left leg. He hit my ass, then my perineum again and then my thighs several times. Then he picked up my right leg and repeated the smacks, to my breasts, my stomach, my vagina and my perineum. My Master repeatedly picked up one leg and then the other. Each time he beat my exposed flesh with the flogger. Soon I felt like there was a forest fire raging all over my body. Tears welled in my eyes. But I was euphoric from the pain. When my Master perceived that I could take no more, he rubbed my aching flesh with a cool wet cloth. The bliss was ecstatic. After a few moments I moaned in delirium. But as soon as Benjamin saw that I was enjoying the cooling massage he began to beat my breasts again. I was immediately thrown from heaven into hell, from pleasure cruise to prison barge and from vacation resort to punishment cell. I groaned. Then he smacked my stomach and my pussy. After several blows he attacked my ass cheeks and thighs. Again, he picked up my legs and hit my exposed vagina and ass. He beat me until my flesh was red and raw. Then he gave me relief with the cool wet cloth. I was again raised back up into paradise and floating on a pleasure ship. I moaned slightly. After several minutes of joy Benjamin again began to beat me, this time with the belt. For twenty minutes my Master either beat me with the belt or the flogger or massaged my sore flesh with the cool wet cloth. I was in agony and ecstasy, desolation and elation, anguish and euphoria all at the same time. My eyes were filled with tears from the pain but at the same time I was rapturous with joy from the soothing massage. Then he removed the blindfold and took the leather cuffs off my wrists. He ordered me to kneel in the bed with my ass in the air. I obediently did so. But I didn't know whether Benjamin was going to beat my ass while I was in this position or fuck my doggy style. I resigned myself to accept whatever he did to me -- I knew I would enjoy it in the end. He came up behind me, opened my pussy lips and started to lick and suck my clitoris. I immediately surrendered to the manipulation. I let the pleasure fill my groin. Next he knelt behind me and positioned his erect shaft at the entrance to my cavern. He slowly eased himself into my vagina. As soon as the head of his cock was in me he rammed himself in deep. I felt his balls slap against me and I writhed in delirium. I was his fuck doll once again! Thrusting, pumping, humping, he fucked me hard. He slammed into my cunt as though I were a plate glass window and he a sledge hammer. He was a bullet and I was his target. He drove deep into the heart of my love. Grunting, moaning, thrashing, I was his sex slave once again! That is all I cared about. I was darkness; he was light. I was mother earth; he was father sky. I was a dungeon; he was a palace. His manhood filled me with delight; my womanhood enshrouded him with pleasure. In and out, in and out, I soared into the heavens as my Master drove deep into my Garden of Eden. Harder, faster, stronger, he pushed me to my limits and awakened my lustful nature. Sweating, gasping, whimpering, I aroused his animal instincts. Then my volcano erupted; my body shuddered. I screamed out in ecstasy. I grabbed a pillow and clung onto it as the rapture filled my flesh. Benjamin continued to fuck me hard. After several more pumps I felt him explode into my pussy. My channel filled with his cum. Our juices mingled; our fruit drinks mixed. He fell onto my back, wrapping his arms around me. We lay on our sides as the bliss filled us with angelic delight. After several minutes of just lying together and enjoying the ecstasy, Benjamin knelt over me and positioned his dick above my mouth. I began to suck him while he started to lick and suck my clit. The cunnilingus he preformed on me and the fellatio I performed on him again raised us to glorious heights of pleasure. When we finished I snuggled up into his arms and cried tears of joy. I was his naked sex slave once again. I was his fuck toy to use as he saw fit. That is all I cared about. The next morning Benjamin ordered me to remain naked until further notice. Then he put the chains back on my waist, wrists and ankles and the dog choke collar around my neck. Two weeks passed before he had me get dressed and took me out to dinner. I now wear my chains with pride. In fact, I feel naked without them and I am embarrassed for my Master to see me with clothes on -- at least in his house. So whenever I have to get dressed to go grocery shopping, to go to the dentist or to the doctor or even if Benjamin takes me out somewhere, I wait until the last minute to put on my clothes. I also take them off again the moment I walk into the house. I know that sounds weird -- that I walk around the house naked with chains on and feel as though everything is normal. But I have come to love my sexual slavery to Master Benjamin and I feel naked without my chains to remind me of my status. That's the way things stood until November and the holidays. For Thanksgiving dinner Troy, Vanessa, Benjamin and I all went to Vanessa's parent's house for dinner. Her younger brother and sister were there too. They are nice people. I enjoyed meeting everyone. It wasn't anything like I had with Sal. In all the years we were married he only brought me to his mother's house once for Thanksgiving dinner -- his father died when he was young. That one time was a near disaster. Sal got into an argument with his mother because she had fried chicken and mashed potatoes instead of Turkey -- she bought the chicken and potatoes from a local fast food restaurant. I believe that the only thing that saved them from coming to blows was that I said that it didn't matter to me what we ate as long as we were all together. That was the year after we got married. But we never did go anywhere after that. For Christmas Benjamin gave me a beautiful pair of silver, miniature handcuff earrings; I wear them when we go out and I can't wear my chains. I gave him a new pair of slippers with his initials embroidered on them. We went with Troy and Vanessa to a very elegant restaurant for Christmas dinner. When Vanessa saw my earrings she commented that they distinctly but discreetly described my sexual slavery; I blushed. Then Benjamin and I spent a quiet, intimate evening alone. New Year's Eve Benjamin tied me naked to the St. Andrews cross in the dungeon. Some of the members of the Social Exchange Club invited us to celebrate with them but Benjamin declined. He told them that he had something special planned for me. But it wasn't anything that he hadn't already done to me before. First he rubbed my body with a cool wet cloth. Once I was thoroughly wet he shocked me with the electric wand. He kept it up for about fifteen minutes then he beat me with a flogger. After about fifteen or twenty minutes of that he sucked on my nipples and clitoris. He brought me to the point of orgasm only to back off, leaving me in agony without any relief. Then he shocked me with the wand again. This was followed with more beatings and then cunnilingus again. Benjamin tortured me through five cycles of shocking me, beating me and eating my pussy. Then he released me from the X cross. I was a used up pussy cat at that point and fell into his arms. He carried me over to the bed and fucked me doggy style. It was the most rewarding climax I had had since Christmas night. About the middle of February Benjamin asked me if I would like to go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. Before I could answer him, he said that if I said 'yes' then I would go dressed as his sex slave and he as my slave Master. I had never been to the Mardi Gras and had always wanted to go. Then when he mentioned that I would go dressed as his sex slave I jumped at the opportunity. I knew that Mardi Gras always comes in February or early March so I asked him if that would interfere with his accounting business, seeing that it is right in the middle of tax season -- the busiest time of the year for him. He reminded me that he seldom does any tax work on weekends and that he would only be taking off Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. He could afford to close up shop for the three days, especially since Mardi Gras is late this year, coming after he has finished doing the taxes for most of his clients. So the Friday afternoon before Mardi Gras we loaded up his sport utility van and headed for New Orleans. It was everything I had read about and dreamed about. It was the most beautiful vacation I have ever had. Unbeknownst to me, Benjamin had already made reservations in a French Quarter hotel that was just two blocks from Bourbon Street. When I asked him how he knew that I would want to go to Mardi Gras, he just gave me a sly look and said, 'I know what my sex slave likes and dislikes.' I blushed and gave him a demure smile in return. The people of New Orleans were wonderful. The floats were gorgeous and I must have caught a thousand strings of purple, green and gold beads plus little dolls, trinkets, doubloons and other Mardi Gras memorabilia. I threw most of the stuff to people on the balconies along Bourbon and Royal streets. The costumes people wore ran the gauntlet from a simple purple, green and gold hat, or painted face to mimes to clowns to some very elaborate Native American Indian costumes complete with feathers, sequins and fringe. I had on my slippers and a flesh colored full body suit. On the outside of that I wore a white brassier with matching bikini panties. Benjamin said that from a distance it looked like I was wearing only my bra and panties. On my wrists, I had on the normal chain and cuffs with the pushbutton release that Benjamin had made up from what he purchased at the hardware store. But I wore a pair of manacles with leather straps around my ankles, instead of the pushbutton pair I normally wear. Of course, I had on the chain around my waist which was attached to the chain of the leg manacles with a mountain climber's karabiner. Finally, I had on my dog choke chain collar. I painted my face white with a purple and green heart on my left cheek and a gold fleur-de-lis on my right cheek. That way I honored both Mardi Gras and the New Orleans Saints football team. Benjamin was very simply dressed. He wore a pair of black leather pants and white shirt with black leather vest and black boots. He had a flogger that he kept hooked on his belt. He never hit me with it -- he had it there only for display. He also wore a purple, green and gold hat that he bought from a vendor selling Mardi Gras memorabilia on Royal Street. Nearly everyone we talked to complimented our costumes, some even took our picture. Almost everywhere we went people asked me to 'show your tits and I'll give you some beads.' Benjamin wouldn't allow me to do that. But I couldn't do it even if he said to because the full body suit prevented me from doing so. But I saw many women lift up their blouses and show their tits. Sometimes Benjamin would give them some beads or some trinket. At other times someone from the balconies would throw them something. Many women lifted up their blouses to show their tits. Some had their breasts painted with little faces, butterflies, chocolate chip cookies and all kinds of art work. One rather ingenious woman painted one breast purple and one green with a gold fleur-de-lis on each. Benjamin took her picture and gave her some beads. Amazingly we saw very few people drunk, no fights and only one incident whereby someone was arguing with a police officer. The officer caught some guy with a marijuana cigarette. He told the man to either trash the cigarette or he was going to have to arrest him. The reveler gave the joint to the cop and that was the end of it. Benjamin promised to take me back to New Orleans and Mardi Gras again next year. I can hardly wait. In the meantime, my Master is planning for us to visit the Aquarium of the Americas in New Orleans. We didn't get to see it while visiting the Crescent City and I really want to go and see it. That is how my life has gone since I moved in with Master Benjamin and became his naked sex slave. I have not regretted one day of my sexual slavery to him. Yes, it is true that I spend most of my life naked, but then that is what I want to do. I don't want to wear clothes. I want to wear my chains; I feel naked without them. I want to be my Master's naked fuck doll. I want to be ready at all times for him to use me or abuse me, whichever he prefers. Deidra has just begun her sexual slavery.