4 comments/ 52821 views/ 7 favorites Misbehave and Pay the Price. By: Dinsmore I really worked hard to make this as nasty as I possibly could with strong BDSM themes, a touch of humor and a win for all of the participants in the end. No bestiality per the forum rules; the Great Dane does not have sex with Carla. He really wished the little bitch had not come over to help him move in to his new house. He was very glad to be out of the crappy, month to month, one room apartment he had been living in for four months waiting for his divorce to be final. The mortgage company wouldn't let him close until the divorce was final and his official financial position was established. Carla had just been a diversion; he'd picked her up in a bar. She had a kid, an obnoxious little brat who, fortunately, spent most weekends with his father and his new wife. He had been sending very clear signs to Carla that there was no long term potential. Hell, he had very clearly told her exactly that in so many words. She didn't seem to want to get the message. They had almost nothing in common in terms of education, socio-economic position or background. She didn't have a whole lot of depth, they didn't share the same tastes in music and their political views were divergent. She wasn't really even his kind of woman. He loved brunettes, tall, long legged, lean, athletic, sassy brunettes with tight little butts and smallish tits. He preferred his women bright, strong and able to handle themselves. Carla was a short blond with very big tits and just a little too much padding. She had a nice ass, albeit a little full for his taste. She would be viewed by most men as cute rather than hot or sexy. She seemed neither well educated nor terribly bright. She had a tendency to make poor life decisions and blame others for her own mistakes. She had a thick southern accent and all too often came off as a hick. She was long waisted rather than long legged, which tended to make her look almost dumpy, except when she was naked. She really looked pretty sexy in the buff, in a Rubenesque sort of way. The first time they had fucked it hadn't been anything special; he found himself having to give a lot of direction. He wasn't sure at first if she was inexperienced or simply used to a man taking charge. He started to believe that she had a submissive streak as the sexual relationship had evolved. She would end up doing virtually anything he instructed her to do; he was used to women who knew what they wanted and were more animated. The first time, Carla was distinctly one of those, "lie there and be fucked" kind of women. She didn't move, she didn't talk and she didn't take the initiative. He almost dumped her on the spot. He remembered getting cross with her. In frustration, he had pulled out of her surprisingly tight pussy and presented his slimy cock to her lips and ordered her to suck it. With a pathetic look on her face, she complied. To his amazement she was an excellent little cock sucker, taking his stiff prick to the back of her throat, even moaning appreciatively as she got into it. Ultimately he ended up fucking her mouth, aroused by how obscenely his fat cock stretched her little mouth. Her eyes had watered and she had almost gagged but she was a real trooper. He blew a massive loaded, stored up after almost a month without a woman and she did her best to consume it all. In the end she failed, and much of it dribbled out the side of her mouth and ran down from her nostrils. She was terribly cute with cum dripping off her jaw on to those massive tits. She looked up at him for approval; he told her she was great little cock sucker. She smiled. Carla was not a sexually confident woman but with a little care, she had become a delightfully wanton little whore. He got her to start moving when he fucked her. He encouraged her to talk during sex. He tongued fucked her darling little pooper and indicated that she should reciprocate. She began to initiate sex and become more aggressive. He followed her into the bathroom after fucking her one afternoon and fingered here small cunt while sucking on her big tits as she peed. She came almost instantly. He pissed on her tits and watched the amber fluid flow down over her cunt. As they walked back to the bedroom, he shoved her up against the wall, pushed her down to her knees and fucked her mouth; she became highly aroused. With each session, Carla became more pliant and compliant. Mutual pissing became a regular part of their routine. He'd let her piss on his cock, reveling in the nastiness of the hot amber fluid bathing his cock and balls. He would, in turn, piss on any part of her chubby little body that he wanted to, including her face. He began finger fucking her tight little ass hole during their first week together. By the end of the week, first in the shower, he greased up his fat cock with what was available, Vaseline, and took her virgin ass. It had hurt at first, he knew that. She had been scared and had tried to talk him out of it. He would have none of that. To his surprise and pleasure, midway through her first anal invasion she started to get into it and rolled her chubby butt in appreciation of his deep dicking of her rectum. By the second week, having procured a more appropriate anal lube, he was reaming her bowels every night. It wasn't long before she was cleaning his cock with her mouth after the ass fuck like all good little sluts learn to do. It soon became evident that while Carla desperately held out hope that their relationship would become permanent, she was becoming addicted to the sex. She was also becoming more willing to expand her sexual horizons with increasingly more kinky, perverted and even humiliating acts. Sometimes Carla would become impudent and bitchy and just do something stupid which angered him. As she was helping put away dishes in the kitchen, she started pushing the issue of moving in with him. When she didn't get the answer she wanted, she intentionally dashed a favorite platter on the floor. She lacked manners and needed discipline and he was just the guy to provide it. Grabbing the young plumper by the neck, he half dragged her to the bedroom. She thought they were going to fuck when he began to remove her clothes. When she was naked, he dragged her back to the front door and pushed her out on the front stoop, slamming the door behind her. She whimpered, bawled and beat on the door. "Please, don't leave me out here, someone might see me. I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you! I'll do anything you want." He pulled her back inside and again dragged her back to the bedroom. "You need to learn some fucking manners, cunt!" He threw her on the bed; again she thought he would fuck her. Instead, recovering the restraints that his ex wife had enjoyed so often, he tied her hands and feet to the head and foot posts respectively, then put a foam cylinder under her hips that he had so often used with his ex when she needed correction or just wanted pain so that her chubby little ass was perfectly displayed. Grabbing another implement from his marital sex life, an old fashioned, six inch wide, heavy leather razor strop, he began to redden her over padded butt cheeks in earnest. His former wife had genuinely enjoyed pain; this leather object was perfect; it made a lot of noise and it hurt like hell but in the hands of an expert, would not break the skin or cause any permanent damage. He was unquestionably an expert. She cried, bawled, begged and screamed. The screaming could have become a problem; the neighbors might get the wrong idea. A ball gag, also a remnant from his marriage, soon solved that problem. She resisted; he forced her mouth open and fastened the gag harness over her head. And then he walloped her some more. Roughly inserting several fingers into her cunt from behind, he was pleased to find it dripping. Her ass was beet red; when he thought she had had enough, at least initially, he just left her there and went back to the kitchen to finish putting away his things. He had a drawer full of nasty toys from his married days; his former wife had been an absolute bondage and discipline freak and he had ultimately tired of her perversion. Rummaging through the toy drawer, he found several appropriate playthings for Carla. He and his ex had transitioned into the electronic age in their nasty activities. He had given her an electronic stimulator for Christmas one year which consisted of a series of clamps, probes and electrodes that, when correctly applied, would apply a mild electric shock or vibration which always brought her to a screaming, uncontrollable series of orgasms. There was a higher setting which went past normal pleasure to abject pain. His ex had preferred the maximum setting, the sick little bitch. Hell, he was just as sick, he played along and even got off on the whole thing. This time, it was less about pleasure or sexually gratifying pain than it was about correction. Carla would be of no value to any man unless she learned manners and an appreciation of her place in a relationship. She was a slow learner in that department; perhaps more advanced teaching tools were required. In short order, Carla's plump little body had been suitably electrically augmented. A clamp on each of her prominent little nipples, another on her clit, a metal egg inside her tight little cunt and, the piece de la resistance, an unusually large anal probe which would, as with the implement in her pussy, provide either a mild shock or a pulsing vibration. She was now quite terrified and he couldn't have been happier. The anal probe had been a bit of a challenge. It was as big around as his cock which she had taken in her shitter a number of times, but it was harder. He'd really had to work to get it inside her anus. She had squirmed and protested through the ball gag. He had had to resort to the razor strop to bring her back in line. Finally, after several minutes of pain staking effort, the seven inch long, two inch in diameter, metal studded, silicone plug was firmly seated up her rectum and strapped in to ensure that she didn't succeed in shitting it out. He left her alone again to allow her predicament to increase the fear factor. He still had a stash of drugs which his ex had often enjoyed, not hard stuff, but one in particular, a combination stimulant and sensitivity enhancer which would keep her alert and heighten the feelings in every nerve ending in her body. What the fuck, he thought to himself as he filled the syringe and jabbed the thin needle into her plump little ass for the required IM injection. It would take about thirty minutes to take full effect. Returning to Carla after the required time interval, he began to adjust the controls on the electrical panel. It actually had a little computer chip in it; based on the advertising literature, the manufacturer had done studies to determine which combinations of stimuli were most effective in causing anything from exquisite pleasure to excruciating pain. The first time he had ever hooked his ex up to the device, she had started to cum within thirty seconds and kept doing do for almost half an hour until she passed out. Thanks to the injection, Carla would not pass out, but she might wish she could. In less than thirty seconds, young Carla was squirming and moaning as the full effect of the sequential stimuli had the desired effect. He could tell from her sounds that she was cumming in rapid, one on top of the other order. Maybe she's having too much fun, he thought to himself. No, the whole idea here was to take absolute control away from her, give her no ability to control what she was feeling. He smiled in satisfaction. Once you completely control their sensations---their very lives---you owned them. He didn't want to own her; in point of fact, he wanted to get rid of her. This session in uncontrollable pleasure---and pain---would, he was sure, have the desired effect. She would either decide that he was a very bad man and want to have nothing more to do with him or she would become so completely compliant that she would be completely under his control. As he was contemplating Carla's short term future, his door bell rang. It was a friend with whom he also worked. "Where's that hot little blond you've been dating?" Gary asked. Gary had a major fixation on girls with big tits; he had salivated when he first saw Carla. Having also recently gone through a divorce, Gary was perpetually horny and just on the cusp of enjoying single life. "She misbehaved. Currently she's tied to my bed with a big fat dildo up her ass and another in her pussy---both of which are providing her with a high degree of stimulation." "What?" "Gary, don't look so surprised. You knew Paula and I were into some nasty shit. As part of a regimen of correction, I decided that Carla needed an introduction to the electronics age. Look, I know you've always wanted to fuck her and you're welcome to---but the restraints stay on and the ball gag stays in place. Just go in there, remove the probe from which ever orifice you fancy and drill the little slut. If you don't want her to know it's you, I'll blindfold her." "Can I fuck her ass? I've never done that and I've always wondered what it was like." "Absolutely, she's almost a virgin back there. Grab your self a beer and I'll go get her ready." He went in to the bedroom, removed the massive anal probe with some difficulty and blind folded Carla. She bitched. He gave her three good wallops with the strop to settle her down. Remembering from the fitness club that Gary was very well endowed, he squirted half a bottle of Probe up her quivering little anus. Returning to the living room, he tossed the bottle to Gary. "No marks, no drawing blood, no permanent damage. Grease that big cock of yours well, I don't want you doing any internal damage with that big schlong of yours. She's all yours and pretty as you please." Grinning lewdly, Gary went to the bedroom and closed the door. He returned thirty minutes later. "That was the nastiest thing I've ever done. I couldn't help myself, I fucked her pussy too; it's damned near as tight as her ass, maybe because of that fucking anal probe you had in there. By the way, I put both probes back in their respective holes." He and Gary chatted for a while, then Gary left. In the interim, he went in and turned the electronics down to a low, intermittent level. It was the suspense that would drive her up the wall; just as she would begin to relax, her senses would receive a jolt. As he was contemplating going into the bedroom and putting his own load up Carla's abused little shitter, the damned door bell rang again. It was the tall and tight little brunette that lived across the street. He didn't think she was married but lived with a guy who was an over the road trucker. He'd checked her out several times when he was first examining the neighborhood. She was fine and she had smiled invitingly. "Hi! We haven't officially met. I'm Marie from across the street. May I come in?" He invited her in and offered her a beer. She got right to the point. "Was that your wife, or whoever that I saw standing outside your front door in the buff a while ago?" "Not a wife, just a fuck. Frankly, I've been trying to lose her. She misbehaved rather badly a couple of hours ago and I was just trying to get her attention. Right now she tied up in the bedroom receiving a little electronic correction. Care to see?" He escorted Marie to the bedroom door and opened it to show her. "She isn't bi, by any chance is she?" "I'm pretty sure she's never had a girl experience, but in her current predicament she's anything I---or you---want her to be, why?" "I certainly am and I'm decidedly dom. If you'll let me play with the little bitch for a while, I'll, ah, let you play with this little bitch afterwards." "Works for me; the rules are simple, no permanent harm or marks." "I really like to mark my territory...a clit ring, normally, would that qualify as permanent damage?" "Knock yourself out." "I'll be right back; I need to go home and get my tools." Marie kissed him probing deeply with her tongue as she fondled his crotch. "Save that bad boy for later." She said suggestively. Marie returned in fifteen minutes with a gym bag full of toys. Under her coat she was delightfully attired in leather and metal. "I need to untie her to enjoy her. Your neighbors on that side are out of town and these houses are pretty solid but, can you lock the bedroom door so she doesn't escape? It unlikely that she'll be able to get away from me; I'm pretty experienced in this sort of thing and I workout regularly." "It's got a key lock on both sides." "Great! After I'm done, do you want her part of, our action?" "I don't think so, although I'd love her to be able to watch. By the way, there is an eye bolt in the ceiling in there that is bolted through the attic beam; I've got one of those swings that it is intended for but if you look in the center dresser drawer, there are some pretty creative harnesses and such and a pulley system, just in case you want to truss her up." "I love a man who's prepared. Thanks! Hey, you don't by chance have a video camera, do you? I really like to have keepsakes of my best work." "Sure I do. I'll set it up on a tripod for you as long as I get to make a copy." "You've got it!" Soon the camera was set up and he left Marie to enjoy Carla. It got noisy at times. Carla protested. Marie let her know that such behavior was unacceptable. The only outright scream he heard was when, he assumed, Marie was attaching her signature to her work. Marie came out of the bedroom after a little more than an hour. "You've got some very creative toys in there. I went for the trussing you suggested. I found a harness that would fit her, reinserted your, ah, toys and added some spreader clamps for her labia. Want to see my handy work?" Marie was definitely a very nasty young lady. Carla was now appropriately harnessed, suspended a couple of inches off the floor with her cunt spread open obscenely by the clamps exposing her latest piece of jewelry. Her arms were affixed over her head, held wide apart by a spreader. Her legs were similarly splayed. The ball gag was back in place. Her eyes showed genuine panic. She was one very frightened little bitch. The video camera was pointed at her and she could watch her helpless body dangle on the big screen TV across the room. "She is terribly pliant and submissive. While she tends to protest at first, she quickly does exactly what you tell her to. From my experience, she gets off on the pain to some degree. You could make some serious money in some circles with a perfectly trained submissive like that. Give me a couple of more sessions with her and she will be trained to perfection." He proceeded to tell Marie how he had gotten into the whole BDSM thing with his ex. "Marie, Carla is in her current predicament because she was impudent and misbehaved. I'll admit that I get off, to some degree, on the absolute control and causing her discomfort, even pain, does make my dick twitch, but I hope you weren't planning on a similar scene with me. You are an exceptionally attractive young woman...my kind of woman. Any chance we could just have a nice fuck?" "Absolutely! I never do any of the nasty shit with a guy, only with other women. I like to make love just like every normal girl does. As a matter of fact, the more tender and romantic the better. It will also add one more notch in Carla's domination to watch us!" "Any chance your boyfriend or whatever is going to come home and get nasty?" "He's in Abilene, over a thousand miles from here; he's not my boyfriend, he's my brother." "Oh." "No incest involved. He wanted to have a real house to come home to; he's on the road most of the time. We bought the house together. He's a great guy, I think you two would really hit it off." Misbehave and Pay the Price. "I think we should bring Carla, 'back down to earth' so to speak." Marie said. "Need some help?" "No, I can handle it." In a few minutes, Marie returned to the living room with Carla. The clamps, restraints and ball gag had been removed but Marie had attached an electronic dog collar to her, the kind you use to teach a dog not to bark. Carla was completely submissive. Marie sat down next to him on the sofa and told Carla to sit---on the floor at her feet---as if she was the family dog. Carla did so, but then, in spite of her predicament, started to say something. Marie had turned the electric setting to near maximum. Humans have much more sensitive skin nerve endings than dogs. The jolt of electricity sent her sprawling. "Don't do that again, bitch! You speak when you are spoken to and it always begins with mistress, as in, 'mistress, it won't happen again mistress'. Do you understand? Carla nodded. Marie sent her sprawling again. "Try again! Do you understand?" "Mistress, yes mistress." "Very good." Marie said. She turned to him. "I would love to have her as my slave, she's absolutely perfect! She needs to lose a few pounds and that accent has to go and she isn't very well educated, but, in time, she could be a very satisfying little slave." "I'm just trying to get rid of her. She's yours if you want her, I have no more interest in her body." "Well, she's exceptionally anally sensitive---your handiwork, I would assume. Now, I on the other hand am anally sensitive, fingers, tongues, butt plugs—but no cocks. My brother won't be back for almost a month...I can accomplish a lot in a month. I'll take her with me after you and I have a little fun." Marie was still wearing her leather; it had a delightful opening between her legs. Spreading her legs obscenely, she commanded Carla to do her bidding. "Get over here, cunt! Eat my pussy and you damned well better do better than the first time." Carla started to stand up. Marie sent her sprawling again. "On your knees unless I give you permission to stand up!" Carla crawled over to Marie's pussy. "Mistress, yes mistress." "Have you fucked her today? Somebody left a load of cum in her tail." "Nope! I've been too busy instructing to have time. A friend stopped by and I always share my toys." "Well, since you're not going to get that big cock of yours in my ass, why don't you have a go at hers? I like a man to cum once before he fucks me...it makes the fun last longer. Her pussy is mine exclusively for a while...just do her ass." He was naked in seconds; Marie smiled approvingly when she saw his rock hard erection. "She doesn't need any more lube; her rectum is pretty well stretched and dripping with fuck juice and Probe. Just nail her---hard!" He did exactly that, showing no tenderness or gentleness as he sunk his oversized prick deep into Carla's bowels in a single stroke and began a savage assault on her tender hole. Carla's technique had improved and Marie came relatively quickly. He came soon after, dumping a load in Carla's slippery, sloppy pooper. Marie stood up and removed her leather attire. "Let's go to the bedroom, I like fucking in a real bed." Marie said. "You're coming in to watch, little cunt! It's your choice. You can sit and watch me make love with this man who never will be---never could be---your man, or we can string you up again. Do anything that displeases me and you will find that you have no idea what real pain is. Is that understood?" "Mistress, yes mistress." Carla crawled into the bedroom; Marie rolled a leather hassock in behind her and instructed her to sit on it, legs beneath her at the foot of the bed so that she would have a perfect vantage point. He and Marie began to fondle each other, soon tumbling on the bed and beginning their oral explorations in earnest. From his perspective, Marie was a delightfully fun and enjoyable lover. In spite of her absolute butch approach to Carla, when in bed with a man, Marie was exceptionally playful and exciting. It was such a strange, weird contrast for him to be making love with an attractive young woman, his kind of woman, in very normal ways after all of the strange shit that had transpired. After a prolonged session together, he and Marie ended up in each others arms, pretty much fucked out. "Not what you expected, eh, stud?" "Are you talking about the least deviant, most normal and absolutely fantastic sex I can ever remember?" "Look, when I get between the sheets with a cute guy who turns me on, I'm just a girl. You were damned good, in charge, but open to suggestions, all man without being a dominant prick. I could really get used to it like this." "So, help me, what's with the other side of your sexual persona? And again, you were way beyond amazing." "How did I become a completely dominant butch dyke with women? I'm not really sure and I probably need to get some professional help, but who are you to talk? When I arrived you were definitely getting off on asserting yourself, so to speak, on that worthless little cunt down there---not that she doesn't deserve it. She is the kind of sniveling, whining, blame the world for my problems little slut that drives me up the wall and gives all women a bad name. Disciplining her is almost personal. She is a waste of valuable air on this planet in her current state; she'd be of more value as dog food. She's going to be a real challenge, she's so completely fucked up that it's going to take my very best work to turn her into a useful member of the human race. Look, I want to talk and her free show is over. Have you got any place we can park her?" "There's a dog house in the back yard; the yard is fenced, the gate is locked and she's too short to climb over a six foot stockade, I think I can find a chain. Oh, there is one problem, she will have to share it with a very big, male Great Dane. I mean she's not in any danger at all, he's really very sweet but he can be a bit intimidating---he weighs over 140 pounds." "Oh you are a perverted mother fucker! Excellent! Let's make it happen." Soon, Carla was inside the large dog house; just for good measure, Marie changed collars, placing one around Carla's neck that had a lock on it which also locked the ten foot chain to the collar. The other end was locked to a post used to hold a bird feeder. "Mistress..." "I didn't speak to you cunt, so it better be good!" "Mistress, I have to go..." "Yea, I'm sure all that cum in your ass is having a laxative effect. My suggestion is you move as far away from your new home as possible so the smell of your own shit doesn't make you puke, dig a hole, squat down and shit. Any questions?" The Great Dane had the run of the yard and was never chained. He easily weighed more than little Carla and in spite of the ample yard to play in, Ivan wanted to play with the humans present. He knew Carla was in no danger from Ivan other than more attention from the big friendly pooch than she might be in the mood for. He was hard again; Marie noticed and led him back to the bedroom where the newly acquainted couple again enjoyed each other for the next few hours. They returned to the back yard a few hours later to discuss the disposition of Carla. "What the hell are we going to do with her? I mean we can keep her here for the rest of the weekend but, she does have a job, albeit it a shitty one, and then her brat comes back on Sunday night. This is Friday...we do have two days..." "I can accomplish a lot in two days, enough to ensure that I own her. I'll let her go to work and take care of her brat but I'll guarantee you that by the end of the weekend I will own her and she will come back for more." Marie turned to him. "Hose her off...she's covered in mud and, I think, dog shit." Marie roughly brought Carla to her feet as he turned the hose on her and washed away the mud and whatever. The water was cold; Carla started to complain. Marie reddened her plump ass with her bare hand. Carla was immediately silent. Maybe it wouldn't take a whole weekend? He and Marie left Carla to cuddle with Ivan and returned to the bedroom for some more traditional action of their own. They ultimately fell asleep in each others arms, awakening just after sun rise. "We need to feed her." He said, with a tinge of guilt. "Oh hell no! She's fat! A little fasting will do her no harm." "Well, we need to feed ourselves." "That'll work, neither of us are fat and I'm starved. Let's go throw together some breakfast." After a hearty breakfast, Marie spoke about her short term plans. "I hate to eat and run and I promise to come back a little later for a nooner, but I need to take my new toy to my house and continue her instruction. My house is a mess and it needs a thorough cleaning. Then I need to work her out on my Bowflex and maybe even run her fat little butt a little." Marie cut holes in a plastic garbage bag and attired Carla suitably for the quick dash across the street. A couple of hours later, he saw Marie in a darling pair of skin tight bicycle pants beginning the cardiovascular portion of Carla's weight loss regimen. Marie did return around lunch for the promised nooner. Sunday was pretty much a repeat of Saturday when Marie finally poured the abused little plumper into her car and sent her on her way. He and Marie spent the night together, in her bed this time. During the week which followed, he and Marie were busy with their respective jobs. Marie was a Registered Nurse who worked three to eleven. He was a salesman for a medical supply company. Friday after her shift, Marie came over to see him. "She's got her kid this weekend; I'd make her get a sitter but bluntly, I'm tired of her at the moment. The only reason she hangs on to that kid is for the money. She's the one that makes him such a brat; he'd be better off with her ex and the new wife. It's like he's well behaved when he comes back from his dad's but she has him fucked up again within a day. Just on a lark I went and met her ex. He's the manager at a surgical center not far from where I work, a really decent guy. I gave him the name of a friend of mine who is a lawyer and a fathers' advocate. I think he could make a deal with her wherein he'd still give her some money, at least for a while, but the kid would change custody." He and Marie spent the night together; they were becoming quite fond of each other and neither missed the intrusion of Carla. The next day he suggested a drive down the coast to a resort at which they spent Saturday night and most of Sunday. They went for several dirty swims and fucked like bunnies on the beach in the moonlight. Three weeks later, Carla made the right decision, albeit with a lot of input from Marie, and let her son go live with his dad full time, arranging to spend time with him only every other weekend. In her spare time, Marie resumed her training of Carla. By the end of the month, as he saw her jogging around the neighborhood, he was surprised to note how much slimmer Carla was. He walked out to see the two women as they finished their workout. "How's it going?" He said. Carla looked toward Marie for permission to speak. "That's okay, you can act normal out in public, I already told you that." He was surprised. The southern accent was still there but much less pronounced and far less low class. "Okay, that's enough, you have work to do---get inside and get cracking!" "I'm impressed!" He said. "Well, I have a friend who is a speech pathologist who owes me a favor and she's working with her a couple of hours a week. I also got her enrolled in JC. She's not really as dumb as we both thought, just not very well educated. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with her for the next week, my brother's going to be back home. Now he's not unaware of some of my extracurricular activities but, I'm not sure he would be excited about having my personal slave hanging around all the time. I will miss it, I mean my house is spotless and as much as I hate to admit it, sexually she is a dream! I know I'll have to let her go someday but I will certainly miss her. She is everything I've ever wanted in a play thing. She is so damned obedient! Hell, it's gotten so the only time I have to really hurt her is when she just needs the pain to get off." "Why not give her to your brother?" "Oh, she's just the kind of girl he'd probably go for in a serious way. She's not ready for a man yet, she still falls back and needs correction. Until she's fixed, I'm not going to let her near any man I care for unless he has experience with women like Carla." "Does he get any out on the road?" "Hardly! He's too damned busy." "Okay, well why don't you just let him have her for a day or so; he can get his rocks off, then if you need help, there's always Ivan's dog house...and I do love her backside." "That might work." And work it did. Marie spent the first two nights after her brother came home living across the street while her brother enjoyed Carla. Evidently, Marie's brother had as strong a sex drive as his sister did and after a month on the road was insatiable, fucking the young woman's mouth, cunt and ass almost continuously for forty-eight hours. Marie was getting concerned. Her brother had enjoyed Carla a little too much and she was afraid he might be falling for her. Then again, she knew her brother was a strong man but wasn't sure he could handle Carla appropriately if she fell back into her old ways. Fortunately, he got an over the road assignment sooner than expected and hit the road again for another two weeks. Marie continued her training of Carla while also spending every spare moment in the arms of her new friend across the street. Having gotten his financial life in order after the divorce and finally selling the home he and his ex had lived in, he decided he wanted to move to a nicer home in a nicer neighborhood closer to the ocean. He put an offer on a relatively new home on an inlet a few miles away. He knew he wanted Marie to live with him, maybe more. "I can't leave my brother in the lurch. He can't swing this place without me." "Okay, I've got a plan. In order to buy this house I ended up having to buy the small house in front of it---street side. The owners originally bought a double deep lot and lived in the small house until they could afford to build their dream house on the water. Then one of them got sick and died and the other decided to move back up north to be closer to family. It's slightly bigger than what you have now, older but completely remodeled. You can move your brother's stuff in there, I'll sell it to you or rent it to you, whatever you want. Obviously I'm not planning to make money on the deal, it's just what you're comfortable with. You two can sell or rent the house you're in now, I'm planning to keep mine as a rental. If you'd be more comfortable, 'living' there, that's fine, but I was hoping you consider living with me...and maybe more." "Do you know what you just said?" "I just said I'd like to live with you and if that works out the way I hope it will, make it official." "I'm not going touch that one, yet, but I like all of the rest of it. What the hell are we going to do about Carla?" "There's a roomy garage apartment above the detached garage. We could let her live there free in return for, 'services rendered'. You indicated that she's a pretty good maid. She'd still have to hold down a real job for other expenses but she'd be close by to meet our respective needs." "Needs?" "Sure, you know you wouldn't be happy without---couldn't live without---a compliant little bitch to abuse. Your brother would have a waiting and ready piece of tail any time he came home. And since I can't live without a good ass fuck every now and again, well..." "What happens if my brother really falls for her and decides he wants to take her on the road with him?" "Well, his needs would be met, assuming you're sure she's ready. You, on the other hand would be lacking something in your life which could be a problem, but there must be other Carla's out there for our mutual enjoyment." "What if I broke my iron clad rule and let you bone me up the shitter?" "Than I'd be a very happy man who wouldn't need any other female entertainment, but you..." "Are you saying that if I let you fuck me in the ass, you're one of those crazy guys that wouldn't need a little strange every now and again?" "Sex with you is better than I could have believed sex could be. I like the hell out of you and enjoy spending time with you. If we live under the same roof together, married or not, I'm not the kind of guy who would fool around." Marie began to fondle his cock. "Fuck me in the ass...pump my rump!" "What?" "I've never done it before but as I told you, I'm sensitive back there and I've put things in there---just never a cock. Fuck me in the ass before I lose my nerve." In second he and Marie were naked and in the bedroom. He almost passed out with pleasure when his long fat cock descended the depths of Marie's underused backdoor. He really liked her; he was falling for her. And now he was sodomizing her. To her absolute surprise the tight fit of his big cock in her tight little rectum was one of the most pleasurable experiences she had ever experienced. Before the night was over, she's given him her ass twice more, once on her knees being ridden like a bitch in heat from behind and a final time with herself on top moving up and down on his stiff tool in absolute rapture. "I guess I just never met the right guy before. That was fantastic! You've made a new woman out of me!" "Well, there's still the problem of..." "I know, I know. Look, sex with you is the best it's ever been for me---with a guy. I don't know if I can get by without some good old fashioned dominant, nasty, pain inducing, girl sex, but maybe it's like quitting smoking, I can taper off. And maybe with Carla living over the garage, if my brother's not home, or she doesn't end up going on the road with him..." "What about poor Ivan?" "Oh, Christ get him a female of his own species with whom he can actually have sex---he deserves it." Everyone moved, even Carla and Ivan. Marie moved in with the man who lit her fire like no other one ever had. Her brother lived in the smaller house in front. Carla lived over the garage and became a housekeeper, unless Marie's brother was home and then she simply fucked his brains out 24/7. She occasionally went on the road with him in his massive sleeper cab. Ivan got a new lady friend of his own species and breed and ultimately enjoyed his first sexual experience. Sometimes, Carla would appear to be on the verge of slipping back into her old irritating ways. Marie would convince her brother to leave her home for a few days and then apply the corrective love and attention that so completed her life---and Carla's. Marie's brother married Carla. He and Marie were married about a year later. Ivan and his lady friend had twelve puppies. Marie did taper off but at least once or twice every six months helped ensure that her brother's new wife remained worthy with some dutiful obedience training.