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Owned! Ch. 04

By: MALIBUMAN666



After my experience with the box, things tailed off a little bit. Over the next three weeks Mistress R granted me a couple of sessions of ass-licking (one of which, I'm pleased to say, went on for a very long time indeed!) and she tied my cock and balls up really tight once before fitting a parachute over my balls and hanging weights from it. Actually I never knew we had that many weights, I think Mistress R must have been and bought some more herself!

We did have quite a lot of normal sex though, but Mistress R never let me forget that I had to clean her up afterwards. To be honest I got used to it fairly quickly and Mistress R was kind enough to let me do it the way she knows I like it best (her sitting on or crouching over my face, letting the cum drip out of her slippery hole and into my mouth and then tonguing her clean) so I didn't really have too much to complain about. What's more, as a treat, Mistress sometimes turned the other way around afterwards and let me lick her gorgeous ass for a short while as a reward. 

Mistress R also bought me a present, which I wasn't expecting. She gave it to me a few days ago and I've had to wear it 8 hours a day ever since. It's a metal ball stretching collar, which she ordered for my birthday but which was late arriving. Basically it goes around the skin between your cock and balls and weighs down your nuts, the idea being that the skin will stretch leaving your sack hanging freer than it did before. In my case this wasn't a bad idea anyway as my doctor had already told me that I ride rather 'high' so to speak, so I was rather chuffed with it. Apparently there is also a wider one, which Mistress is keeping in reserve until I am ready for it.

But to get back to the story....

Though I was enjoying myself and getting a fair amount of action, it has to be said that old habits die hard and it was inevitable that one day I would feel the urge to jerk off (which you'll remember was one of the things the contract said I wasn't allowed to do). 

We hadn't had any kind of sex for a few days and while part of me should have realised that maybe Msitress R was building me up for something, all I knew at the time was that my balls were full to bursting and I fancied revisiting some of my old, familiar porn. So that day I slipped off work early and dashed home for a bit of hand relief. I dug out my porn DVD's from their hiding place and put my very favourite film in the player. 

I undid my jeans and pushed them down around my ankles, before settling on the sofa with my cock in one hand and the remote in the other. I flicked through the chapters until I found my favourite scene and began to slowly stroke my meat. Every so often I would stick my fingers in my mouth and then rub my saliva onto my cockhead to lubricate my foreskin. It aroused me to taste my cock on my fingers and soon I realised that I wasn't going to last the fifteen minutes or so and flicked the disc on to the climax of the scene. As the woman on the screen climbed off the enormous cock that had been filling her arse and knelt before the guy with her eyes closed and her mouth open wide I felt that churning in my balls (despite my submissive tendencies, seeing a woman getting seriously assfucked, choking on a big cock or getting a face full of cum has never lost it's appeal!),my hand moved faster and faster around my cock until finally I groaned and erupted wave after wave of cum across my thigh and the tops of my fingers. I could barely keep my eyes open to watch the end of the scene, but I knew it well and could easily imagine the girl struggling to get her mouth around the cock before her, the remnants of his spunk hanging off her face...

But as soon as I opened my eyes I realised that something was wrong. That sound, I knew that sound....it was my wife's car. I froze for a few seconds and then snatched the remote to eject the DVD. I hobbled to the kitchen, wiped the cum from my hands and quickly pulled my jeans up, smearing the rest of my cream over my leg.

"Fuck!"

I ran back to the DVD player and plucked the disc out, frantically searching for the box.

"Fuck...fuck!!"

I heard her key in the front door as I pressed the disc into the box and slid it under the sofa, sitting down quickly and desperately trying to look casual.

The door to the lounge opened.

"Hi." She said. "What are you doing home early?"

"Oh, I erm, I had to er....". Could I think of a reason?

"What about you?" I countered, desperately trying to distract her.

"I was just bored....so I flexed off." She said, her eyes narrowing.

She looked across the room to see the DVD drawer was still open.

"Why is the DVD drawer open?" She asked.

"I was, I was going to watch something....but then I....."

My wife's eyes were tiny slits now and she dropped her handbag on the chair to her right as she came towards me. She climbed onto the sofa, knelt over my lap and bent down to kiss me on the lips. 

"What have you been doing?" She asked calmly. "Tell me."

"I haven't, er, I haven't been doing anything.....really. Just waiting for you to come home, you know...."

She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back before kissing me deeply, her tongue sliding into my mouth, could she taste the feint taste of my cock on my breath - I didn't know. As she kissed me her hands worked my zip downwards and her hand disappeared into my jeans, I willed my cock to get hard but it had been barely two minutes since I had spurted four days of spunk and it just wasn't going to happen. 

My wife squeezed my cock hard a few more times and then looked me straight in the eye.

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

I gulped quietly as I felt her fingernails start to dig into my shaft. I shook my head and she repeated the question.

"Is there something you want to tell me, slave?"

I was starting to shake now, wondering just how seriously she took the contract and wondering what my punishment would be, or if I could I talk my way out of this?

Mistress R slid off my lap and stood up on the floor.

"Stand up." She ordered. "Drop your trousers....I want to see your cock hard."

I slowly stood up and started to tell her that I wasn't really feeling so good and that I didn't think I would be able to.

"Bullshit. You haven't cum for four days...or at least, you're not supposed to have."

She reached down and roughly shoved my jeans down. My boxer shorts were damp at the front where my cock had leaked cum onto them and my thigh was still coated with my ball cream.

She didn't say a word to me, she simply turned around, picked up her bag and walked out of the room. I pulled my jeans back up and tried to follow her but as I reached the top of the stairs I found the door to her dressing room slammed shut and locked.

I stood outside her door wondering what to do, should I try and apologise or should I leave her alone? She was obviously mad as hell, but I figured she would calm down eventually and it would be okay. Doubtless there would be some kind of punishment but it would be okay. I walked into the bathroom and tried to clean myself up, cursing my stupidity and wishing I could put everything back the way it was.

But that was only the start of it....

For four more days my wife hardly spoke to me and every time I tried to speak to her she ignored me or gave me some sarcastic comment about how I had disappointed her because I couldn't keep my hands off my sorry little cock. I tried to explain, tried to apologise, but she just wasn't interested. As far as she was concerned, I had been unfaithful to her and disrespected her authority.

This was harder for me than you can imagine. Since we'd met, my wife and I had hardly spent a night apart, we'd got engaged within six months and married within 18. I loved her to bits and worshipped her lovely body. We never rowed. We never didn't talk. It was unbearable. I would do anything to make it right, I didn't care what it was, but she wasn't interested in anything other than making me suffer.

And I suffered alright.

On the sixth day she told me she was ready to forgive me, but that she had to make sure that I wasn't going to waste her time anymore. She told me how much effort she put into dominating me and how hurt she had been that I had disobeyed her, especially when I had given her my word that I wouldn't. I felt even more awful than before and begged her to forgive me. It wasn't until she explained it to me that I understood why she was so upset about what I initially considered a 'little slip up'.

She told me that she would allow me to continue as her slave, but that I had to give her total control over my cock, balls, ass and my mouth. Otherwise we would have to revert to vanilla sex permanently and that she would never, ever allow me to lick her ass again. I said that I would do whatever she wanted if I could continue to be her slave and even consented to the idea that she could introduce some kind of chastity device if she decided it was necessary for her peace of mind.

I was so happy when she agreed and kissed me for the first time in days. I had been thoroughly miserable for a week and now everything was perfect again.

Or so I thought....

Owned! Ch. 05



The next few days were weird. We seemed to be getting along great but there was no sex at all and I didn't dare ask if there was going to be any! On top of that it was now 9 days since I had cum and while I didn't dare jack myself off again it was getting so that all that I could think about was the fullness of my balls (kind of understandable don't you think?).

On the night of the ninth day we settled into bed and my wife moved close to me, she snaked her arm across my stomach and down between my legs. I smiled at her as she gently caressed my balls before softly squeezing my cock. 

"Is it working." She asked. 

"Yeah I think so, definitely seems to have stretched a bit." I said trying to concentrate on her conversation.

"Your balls feel nice and heavy." 

"They should do." I said, maybe a little to sarcastically.

"They'd better be." She countered, removing her hand and turning over, before adding "We'll find out tomorrow, won't we slave."   Needless to say it took me a long time to get to sleep that night, wondering what was in store for me the next day.

- - - 

I awoke next morning to a drizzly day and a note left on the bedside table.

Slave, I have gone to town and I will be back later. This afternoon you will be tested, if you fail me you will regret it. If I allow you to cum I expect to see an enormous load, anything less will result in your permanent dismissal. This will not be an easy day for you slave, it will be very, very long and very, very hard!

I shivered, put down the note and wondered some more about what the day would bring. I got up and had a shower, just about avoiding pulling myself off as I daydreamed about perhaps being permitted to lick Mistress' gorgeous asshole again. I climbed out of the shower, dried myself and then got dressed and went downstairs to wait for my wife to come back from town.

Just after eleven she came back and I went to greet her at the door. She kissed me and asked if I got the note. I said that I did and that I would do anything she wanted me to. She smiled and said that she hoped I would still feel that way later.

She told me that I should go and prepare the bedroom as for a normal Femdom session and that she would meet me in there at midday.

I hurried up the stairs and stripped the bed, replacing the cream cotton sheets with the black PVC one and then arranged all the toys we had in the drawers on top of the bedside tables. I tied all the usual restraints to the bedposts and then pulled the cock-torture box from under the bed. Finally I fitted my wrist and ankle cuffs and knelt on the floor at the bottom of the bed. 

At 12 precisely the door opened and Mistress entered the room, though I was sorely tempted to I had long since learned not to look up and could only see her black fishnet stockings, her black leather gloves and the very bottom of her crotchless PVC knickers.

"Very good slave, I hope you have followed all my instructions correctly?"

"Yes Mistress." I responded weakly.

She walked closer to me and stood with her feet about 18 inches apart, her pussy right in front of my face. 

"Can you smell my gorgeous pussy slave?" She asked.

"Yes Mistress." 

"I bet you can, I'm so fucking wet thinking about what I'm going to do to you today....you have no idea."

I looked up just enough to see the moisture on her clean shaven cunt lips and wished I could reach my tongue out and taste her right there. She turned and walked away to fetch the crop and returned to where I was kneeling on the carpet before flicking the tip of the whip against my balls.

"If I don't see a full ten days worth of spunk come out of your worthless cock slave, then you are finished. You cheated me once and I forgave you, if you do it again your days of servitude will be well and truly over. Do you understand me?" 

"Yes Mistress, you will Mistress." 

"Will I?" 

"Yes Mistress." 

The crop came up between my legs.

"I think that will rather depend slave, on whether or not I let you cum." 

"As you wish Mistress." I coughed as the leather caught my aching balls again.

"Follow me, on your knees." 

I crawled round the bed on my knees, my face just inches behind Mistress R's inviting backside. She turned and sat on the bed, lifting her right leg to my face.

"Kiss my foot slave and don't stop until I tell you." 

I supported Mistress' leg with my hand and she leaned back on the bed as I started to kiss her fishnet clad foot. I glanced sideways to see that her legs were spread and her fingers were pressed between the split in her crotchless knickers, softly rubbing her dripping pussy. She kept me there for well over ten minutes, till my lips were dry and my knees protesting. Then she withdrew her leg and offered me the other one. Another ten minutes passed and my knees were aching like hell and still she lay there brazenly rubbing herself as she watched me suffer.

"Hmm....slave, I want you to take my stockings off." 

I gently removed both of her stockings, folded them up and put them on the floor by the bed. She extended her leg again and told me to suck her toes, which I did for a while until she was satisfied and then she turned around and got on her knees facing away from me with her feet right on the edge of the bed, her pussy and ass right in my face. She looked back at me through her legs for a moment and then her hand appeared between her legs and three of her gloved fingers delved into her sopping twat.

"Mmmm, look at it slave, isn't that the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" 

"Yes Mistress." I said, trying not to let her hear the tremor in my voice.

Her wriggling fingers reached back towards me, sticky with her juices.

"Lick my fingers slave." 

I didn't need telling twice and instantly opened my mouth to lick the beautiful juices from her outstretched digits. It tasted so good that I didn't want to stop, but Mistress soon pulled them away again and returned them to her glistening pink slit. Then she pulled them out and pulled her arm out from between her legs and laid it down her back, her first and third fingers prizing her ass cheeks apart leaving the middle one free to press into her tight hole. I watched in awe as for the fist time ever I saw my Mistress' ass being intruded. Slowly she fed her finger inside and then just as slowly she pulled it out again, before holding it out towards me.

"Suck it." 

My pulse raced and all thoughts of my aching knees deserted me as I took her finger between my lips, my tongue swirled around her finger and I felt my cock rise until it was rubbing against my stomach. She started to fuck my mouth with her finger and I let out a deep groan of pleasure. Instantly her finger was pulled away and I felt her hand slap lightly across my face.

"Don't get excited." She said sternly. "You have too much else on your plate." 

Then she turned over again and moved closer to the edge of the bed, wrapping her calves around my shoulders and pulling me close into her groin. She raised herself up on her arms and pushed her beautiful wet cunt into my face. With all her weight on my shoulders I struggled to keep still, but she didn't seem to care.

"Stick out your tongue." She said as she raised her body slowly upwards until my tongue slid off the back of her pussy and between her asscheeks. My cock pulsed again as I felt her forbidden hole and then she was lowering herself again and my tongue was between her wet lips once more. She did this three times before finally lowering herself back onto the bed.

"There, that was a nice little treat for you wasn't it slave?" 

"Yes, thank you Mistress." 

Mistress pulled herself away from me and climbed off the far side of the bed.

"Get up here." She said impatiently. "On all fours, facing the head of the bed." 

"Yes Mistress." 

I clambered onto the bed and assumed the position she had commanded. I saw her bend down to pick something up and then move around behind me. 

"Today slave, you are going to learn what it means to be humbled." 

She reached between my legs and grabbed my balls, pulling them backwards between my legs as she pressed them into the hole between the two lengths of wood that were now wedged behind my thighs. 

"Perfect. Can you move slave?" 

"Hardly Mistress." 

It was true, even though my ball sack had stretched a little it was still pulled tight when I was put into this hellish contraption. She laughed as she flicked a nail into my balls and I first flinched and then winced as the humbler pulled on my nuts.

"Now you see how it gets it's name slave, I bet you feel pretty humble right now don't you?" 

"Yes Mistress." 

"Good. You've brought all this on yourself and you deserve to feel humbled." 

Then she walked back up the side of the bed and picked up the hairbrush and the cock whip, before drifting back down to the end of the bed and my tightly held balls. She started to whip my nuts, gradually hitting harder and harder and then stopping abruptly to change tack, the hairbrush coming up to torment my taught skin. This went on for maybe ten minutes until Mistress was satisfied with the colour of my tormented balls. Then she told me that she was going to remove the humbler, but that if I misbehaved in any way she would not hesitate to replace it.

"Thank you Mistress." I said hoarsely as I felt my balls being set free from between the two pieces of wood. 

"Don't think the worst is over slave, because I've only just begun." 

"Yes Mistress, I understand Mistress." 

She dropped the humbler onto the floor and then I saw her grab her smallest strap on from the table and heard her securing the straps around her waist. Then she got on the bed and stood in front of me, her 'cock' jutting out towards my mouth.

"You know what to do slave, so do it." 

I opened my mouth and slowly took the plastic cock between my lips, breathing heavily as I felt the shape slide across my tongue. I sucked on it for a couple of minutes but Mistress was not impressed.

"No, do it properly, suck it like those sluts in your DVD's." 

I glanced up at her when she said this and she pushed her strap-on harder into my mouth.

"Yes slave, I found them and I watched them and now I know how you really like to see women treated......so you're going to learn how it feels." 

Mistress grasped my head tightly and began fucking my face with her plastic cock.

"Feels good does it slave, having your face fucked?" 

I couldn't have answered if I'd wanted to, but Mistress wasn't waiting for answers.

"Well slave, just imagine how it's going to feel when I pound your ass. Because that's what you really crave isn't it slave, to have your ass pummelled and stretched, well that's what's going to happen to you today slave. But not just with this nice little dildo, oh no, that would be far too easy for you." 

Mistress pulled the small fake cock out of my mouth and moved round behind me, I felt the tip of her finger between my cheeks and what felt like a small glob of Vaseline applied before she pressed the tip of the strap-on into my asshole. I clenched my fists as she forced it into me, barely giving me time to adjust before forcing it deeper and deeper. Once she had it all in, she wasted little time in getting into the rhythm and thrusting the cock in and out of me as fast as she could. This continued until she was exhausted and suddenly stopped dead, the full length of the dildo as deep as it would go.

"How...does it feel....slave?" She asked between gulps of breath.

I didn't know how to answer, did she want me to say it hurt or did she want me to say I loved it? I really didn't know and before I could speak she had pulled the dildo out of me and stepped off the bed. She walked up beside me and plucked the inflatable butt plug from the bedside table and then clambered back onto the bed, quickly feeding the tip of the plug into my arse. 

She pushed it in as far as it would go and then began squeezing the bulb at the base, watching enthralled as the plug grew in size inside my ass. I clenched my teeth as I felt my asshole stretched to new levels and hissed as the plug was deflated and then shoved deeper inside. Mistress continued this was for some minutes until she was satisfied that I was ready for the next dildo up. 

My arse felt empty as the plug was removed for the final time and then I saw her lift the next strap-on from the bedside table. There were four in all and the largest was a terrifying looking thing, at least 10 inches long and large enough that I wondered if I could even get in my mouth, never mind my arse!

But Mistress was not going to accept failure and she spent the entire afternoon forcing those strap-ons into my ass one after the other. She used a whole pot of Vaseline to get the last one in and she had to gag me in the end because I was making such a fuss. As she fucked me hard with the final strap-on she reached around and grasped my cock with her gloved hand, she squeezed it until it was rock hard and told me that I had passed her test and was now permitted to cum. 

I had been on my hands and knees for at least three and a half hours and had been waiting for this moment for ten days. But as she pumped my ass with that giant cock I couldn't make it happen, I had gone so far past it I just couldn't cum.

"Do it now slave, if you ever want to lick my ass again." 

I focussed hard on the thought of tonguing Mistress' gorgeous ass and I felt movement in my balls, a tightening that told me I was just seconds away.

"10, 9, 8, 7........." Mistress voice called insistently.

I screwed my eyes shut and concentrated like never before, willing my cum to fly from my cock. 

"....5, 4, 3, 2." 

At two I bucked back against Mistress' cock, forcing it deeper still into my ravaged ass. But I no longer cared, as all I felt was Mistress' fingers pumping me hard and the heavenly sensation of my spunk erupting brutally from my shaft and pooling on the PVC sheet below.

When I finished coming, Mistress pulled her monster dildo out of my ass and stepped off the bed. She shoved me onto my side and then kneeled up on the side of the bed, rubbing the head of the huge strap-on in the copious mess I had made on the sheet. Satisfied, she crawled forward and tore the ball gag away from my mouth before forcing the rubber cock into me, holding my head still as she fucked my face, air coming out of my nose and the edges of my mouth as she filled my head with her huge 'cock'. 

I swallowed my cum from the strap-on and looked up at her, she looked so beautiful as she brutalized my mouth and I knew then that whatever she wanted to do to me, I could never live without her.



Owned! Ch. 06



Thankfully Mistress allowed me a few days to recover from my ordeal before making any strenuous demands of me. In fact she was unusually charitable, allowing me to lick her pussy and ass every day for the next few days. I was, of course, deliriously happy with this arrangement and wished that it could always be this way, but of course it couldn't. 

In the meantime, Mistress had surprised me one morning by calling me out to the garage. 

"I was just wondering, we've got a lot of space out here, why don't we make it into a permanent dungeon?" 

My cock pulsed at the thought and I looked around at the garage. It was one of those garages that are very long but only one car wide, rendering them pretty useless for storing cars, but excellent for storing junk. We had plenty of parking out front anyway (and plenty of junk).

"Yeah, that could be good." I said. "We could divide it about here, put up a stud wall with a door and then we could build a really good room."

I spent the rest of the morning moving junk so that we could properly see the space and then the afternoon planning what we would want in there. We decided on the flooring and what we would do with the walls and then went online to pick out some 'furniture', including a stool with a dildo embedded in it and my favourite: a Queening stool.

By the end of the day we had a proper idea of the work required and a pretty comprehensive list of what needed to be bought, including everything from flooring to light fittings to bondage rings for the walls and floor. As I was obviously going to be very busy for the foreseeable future. Mistress decided that she needed a distraction and decided that she would join a nearby gym.

- - - 

Building the dungeon took longer than expected, much longer in fact, but it was shaping up to look good. And while I worked hard in the garage, my wife was working very hard in the gym and getting some stunning results. She was always beautifully curvy before and I wouldn't have changed her for anything, but now she was starting to look extremely fit and attracting a lot of attention (unwanted attention as far as I was concerned!). Of course I wasn't complaining because at the end of the day it was me that took her home and me who got to fuck her and me who got to lick her clean. Not to mention the other things we did!

So everything was going great and I was happy as Larry until one day when I was unceremoniously shaken awake by my wife.

"Who is Andrea?" She demanded.

"Eh....what." I said, somewhat confused.

"Who is she?" She insisted.

"Who's who?"

"Andrea!"

"I don't know any Andrea." I said, genuinely flummoxed.

"So why do you keep saying her name in your sleep?"

"Eh?"

"Why do you keep saying her name in your sleep?"

"I don't ....do I?"

"Yes. Now tell me who she is before I get mad!"

"I have no idea. I don't know anyone called Andrea...."

"Really?" She said sarcastically. "Well is she one of your little porn star whores then?"

"What?"

"You know, those fucking whores in stiletto's and fishnets you like watching so much. The ones you beat off to while they take it up the ass and choke on cocks!"

"No, I....I have no fucking idea, I swear! And you know I haven't watched anything like that for ages."

My wife turned over and flung her head down on the pillow, clutching the duvet around her shoulder.

"Look, I swear I don't know anyone called Andrea. You don't think I would cheat on you do you?"

"Maybe."

"No I wouldn't! You know how I feel about you....surely you don't think I'd give up what I've got with you for someone else?"

"Whatever.. ....go back to sleep."

"No, I'm not putting up with this shit....I haven't done anything but worship you for years and now you come up with this bullshit, what the fuck is this?"

"Okay. Go to sleep."

I turned over and threw my head into the pillow, seething with rage at the accusation that I was cheating on her.

When I awoke later that morning I was more than a little surprised to feel my cock inside the warm mouth of my wife. I looked down to see the top of her head bobbing up and down on my engorged shaft and wondered if I had dreamed what had happened earlier. I was sure I hadn't, but this was a bit odd and it didn't add up.

"Are you okay." I said softly.

She mumbled a yes and continued to suck my cock so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the rare sensation of her lips around my cock. She held my cock at the base and then climbed over my body, rubbing her dripping wet cunt around and over my stalk. Then I was inside her and she really went for it, pounding onto my cock until I couldn't take anymore and filled her hole full of my hot creamy fluid.

She lifted herself off me and I moved down the bed slightly, fully expecting her to take her usual position astride my face. But not today. Instead she knelt on the bed and put her hand between her legs, allowing my cum to drip into her cupped palm. Satisfied she had caught the majority of it, she extended her hand to my mouth.

"Lick it clean slave."

I looked up at the mess on her hand and wondered why she was doing this. She knew I much preferred to lick it out of her and I hesitated to comply with her instructions.

"Do it now!" She said sternly.

I stuck my tongue out and felt the bitter taste of my cum on the tip. 

"Don't make that face." She hissed. "Do I need to remind you who is in charge here?"

"No Mistress." I said, lapping enthusiastically at her palm.

"Good." 

She turned her hand slightly to reveal more cum which had dripped down the edge of her little finger. I licked it all away and she removed her hand to inspect it.

"That'll do." She said. "You don't seem very keen today slave, have you forgotten that you are supposed to be my cumslut?"

"No Mistress."

"So what is it then, don't you like licking your spunk off my hand?"

"I.... just prefer to lick it out of your beautiful pussy Mistress."

"You prefer....since when does what you prefer mean anything?"

"Never Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress."

"You will be slave...." She was getting off the bed now. "You get that dungeon finished and then perhaps you will be allowed to lick me clean again."

"Yes Mistress." 

"Otherwise I might have to find an alternative place for you to lick spunk from, would you like that slave."

Though barely awake I was sharp enough to notice that she didn't say my spunk and realised that this could well be a trick question. Even so I had to think before I answered, but as she was unlikely to let me fuck her in the ass I thought I knew what to say.

"No Mistress." I offered. 

"No slave? Are you sure, because I always thought you had a thing about licking cum out of my ass, but perhaps not...."

Again she had not specified whose cum we were talking about which made me very suspicious. I mulled her answer over for a few seconds before replying very specifically.

"I would love to lick my cum out of your ass Mistress, if you should allow me the honour, or anywhere on your gorgeous body that you should chose."

Mistress chuckled at my cunning and very exact answer and turned for the door.

"Enjoy your work slave, I want that dungeon finished sooner rather than later."

- - -

I spent all the next day working in the dungeon. But something was playing on my mind. About half past ten a delivery driver arrived with a small parcel. It was simply addressed to 'R' and our address. I signed for the parcel and took it into the house. I looked at it, wondering if it was for me or my wife, being as we share the same initial. It looked a lot to me like chocolates, although it was wrapped up in foil paper and had no obvious markings. I picked it up and shook it. Definitely chocolates. So who would be sending my wife chocolates? I went back out to the garage to continue my work, but all afternoon it was playing on my mind.

Imagination is a terrible thing, especially when you are on your own and by the time I heard my wife arrive home I was ready to accuse her of a million things. All afternoon I had gone over it in my mind, she was looking amazing now and of course other men would be interested in her. She never seemed to mind them looking at her when we were out together, so how difficult would it be to get one really interested? I strode into the house and met her at the front door, holding out the box of chocolates like a piece of evidence.

"Oh hello." She said, surprised to see me standing by the door.

"There's a parcel for you." I spat.

She was somewhat taken aback by my mood, but took the box gratiously and walked past me into the lounge. 

"Aren't you going to open it?" I said, desperately trying to keep my voice from cracking.

"No, I don't have time at the moment, I have to get to the gym, it's closing early tonight."

Yes, I thought, you can't wait to get off to the gym to meet your boyfriend can you. I bet he's built like a brick shithouse isn't he, while I'm just your stupid husband.

"Open it." I said. 

"I don't have time." She said heading away to the kitchen door.

"Fine. I'll open it then."

I snatched up the parcel and ripped open the paper. Inside was a box of expensive truffles and a card made out to me and signed '...with love Andrea.'. I dropped the box and the truffles scattered across the lounge floor and under the coffee table. I stared at the card, confused and shaking.

"Who's it from?" Asked my wife as she came towards me, not noticing that I had dropped the box. She took the card from my fingers and read it before throwing it in my face and storming up the stairs.

I looked at the door through which my wife had just disappeared and tried to call after her but no words came. I collapsed into a chair and put my head in my hands, wondering what in hell was going on. 

Of course, looking back on it now I can see that it was all a setup. Of course my wife had sent the chocolates and the card, but at the time I couldn't see that because I was too stressed out. More than anything else in the world I didn't want to lose my wife and she was playing on that to get me in a position where I would do anything to keep her.

And so it was that after a week of hell, with me begging and pleading for her to believe me that I wasn't lying and I wasn't having an affair, that she left me this note.

Slave. I don't yet know if I believe what you say, but I am willing to give you a chance to prove your devotion to me. Wait for me in the bedroom at six tonight, prepare the room, be naked, with your balls tied tightly and be ready. 

Mistress R.

On the one hand I was overjoyed, but on the other I was more than a little nervous. I knew I hadn't done anything wrong, but at the time I didn't know that she didn't. And as much as the prospect of submitting to her after a week without any action at all was tempting, I was still a little cautious. But as six came round, so did I. And spurred on by the heaviness of my balls I decided to go along with Mistress' plan. After all, what's the worst that could happen? (Well, don't even think about that!).

So by a quarter to six I had changed the sheets on the bed and was sitting there waiting for her to arrive. I had heard her come up the stairs about 5:30 and disappear into her dressing room to get ready, but when she opened the door at six to find me kneeling on the floor with my balls tightly tied as instructed, she was still wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

"Are you ready to submit to me slave?" She asked.

"Yes Mistress."

"Are you ready to obey my every word without question?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Are you ready to eat cum from wherever I chose?"

Again, that vagueness in the question troubled me, but what choice did I have?

"Yes Mistress."

"Good slave, I promise you won't be disappointed." 

Then Mistress took my arm and guided me to where she wanted me. She tied an extra lace around my balls and tied them fast to the bottom brace bar at the end of the bed and secured my wrists to the bedposts leaving me kneeling on the floor with my face pressed against the iron bars that made up the bottom end of the bed. Then she disappeared out of the door and for a moment I panicked and wondered if she was just going to leave me here. But then I heard her turn the light on over her dressing table and start to get ready. I couldn't quite understand why she had chosen not to get ready before the session started, but it soon became clear when she walked back into the room some fifteen minutes later.

Where she had left in jeans and a T-shirt, she returned looking every inch a porn star slut, with red lipstick, black eyeliner, a black fishnet top (through which I could see her gorgeous tits), black fishnet stockings and a pair of those ludicrous Perspex stilleto shoes. She climbed onto the bed and spread her legs, giving me a perfect view of her smooth skinned cunt. She reached over to the bedside table and picked up her favourite 8 inch dildo and started to play it around between her legs. 

As I watched, my cock hardened quickly and I heard myself breathing loudly in the quiet room. She really put on a show and I had to keep reminding myself that this was my wife of fifteen years and not some porn starlet. She removed the dildo from her wet pussy and sucked it clean before crawling down the bed to where my face peered from between the bars. She moved closer and stuck out her tongue, I could smell her cunt on her breath and wanted so much to kiss her mouth and taste it, but she quickly pulled away when I tried.

"Wait." She said.

Then she turned over onto all fours, her ridiculous heels pointing back towards me as I watched the dildo disappear inside her again. My cock felt like steel, I couldn't believe she was doing this and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why. Then she pulled the didlo out of her luscious hole and offered it to me, I opened my mouth and she pushed it in, further and further until I thought I would choke, the beautiful taste of her arousal filling my mouth. 

"That's it, do it like a proper slut." She said, as she deeply fucked my mouth through the bars with the rigid plastic cock.

Then she flipped herself onto her back and pushed herself up against the bars, hooking her knees over the top so that her pussy was right by my face and her heels rested just behind my shoulders. She looked at the clock on the bedside table and said.

"You have twelve minutes to make me cum."

I pressed my face against the bars to get closer and stretched out my tongue, I could barely reach her clit but I knew I had to make her cum if I wanted this to work out well, failure was simply not an option. She helpfully pressed herself closer to the bars and I found her clit with my tongue. Thankfully years of training were invaluable to me now as I worked her clit like never before. My face was sore from being pressed against the bars, my tongue was aching like hell, but I never faltered and with over a minute to spare Mistress bucked against me and came really hard. I carried on licking at her pussy until she could take no more and pulled herself away.

"Well done slave...that was very good." She said as she wiped her fingers in the pussy juice that had gathered on the PVC sheet before pushing them into my mouth. 

I gratefully licked them clean and then froze as I heard a knock at the door. 

"Ah, visitors." Said Mistress sweetly.

"What?." I said, breaking out of my submissive role for the first time ever.

"Visitors." She repeated calmly. 

"What the hell do you mean 'visitors'?"

"Oh dear, I thought you might react like this....."

"What....what the hell are you talking about?" 

I was worried now, for fifteen years this had been a private game between a man and his wife and now she was inviting people in?

Mistress sighed heavily and walked around the bed to fetch the ball gag and my blindfold.

"Please don't do this." I begged, but she wasn't listening. Again there was a knock at the door.

Mistress quickly fitted the ballgag and the blindfold and then scampered down the stairs to greet her guests. I heard her take them into the lounge and they stayed in there talking for a few minutes before I heard them climbing the stairs. When they entered the room I instinctively looked towards the door, but could see nothing. Then I heard them climb on the bed and soon the sounds of sucking caught my ear. Again I tried to peek out from my blindfold but could see nothing. Then I heard a man's voice.

"Yeah, suck it bitch......deeper." 

My heart pounded in my chest as I heard my wife's mouth sucking a strangers cock deep into her throat. I felt betrayed and yet my cock was like a steel bar. My jaw was shaking as I listened intently, half of me wanting to hear, half not. 

Then I heard another man's voice and my wife gasping for air as the cock was pulled out of her mouth. The bed shook and I wondered what was happening but as long as I could hear my wife sucking I figured she was okay. She'd invited these men here after all so she must feel safe with them, whatever safe meant to her? Then I heard her voice. 

"I love your big cock, I wanna feel it inside me." She said, her voice full of lust.

Then I heard her gagging as he shoved his cock back in her mouth and behind her the other guy spanking her ass.

"That's it slut, suck that fucking cock like a good little whore."  

Mistress groaned through her mouthful of cock and then there was another movement on the bed as the guy behind her moved in closer. Then her voice again, short of breath and desperate for cock.

"Yeah, rub it against my fucking wet cunt and shove it in." 

Then she was gagging again as her mouth fell on the guy with the big cock. 

This continued for some time, her mouth getting fouler as she got more and more turned on, the guys getting rougher as she begged them to fuck her harder, to treat her like a porn star slut. Then I heard ripping as the guys stripped her of her fishnet top and tights. She squealed in ecstasy as she felt the material being torn away from her body and then the bed was shaking again as they pounded her mercilessly, taking it in turns to abuse her mouth and cunt.

Then the bed was still and Mistress crawled over to me. She put her face down near mine and lifted the blindfold a little, just enough so I could see her face. Her eyeliner was smudged down her face, as was her lipstick, her hair was a matted mess and her face was shiny with spit and God knows what else. I was quite shocked at how bad she looked and almost wanted to ask her if she was okay, but the wide smile and the look in her eyes told me that she was in heaven. 

She peeled the blindfold off my head and tossed it aside before moving back down the bed and then I could see them, the two guys that had been gleefully fucking my wife. I didn't recognise either of them, but I guessed they must have come from her gym judging by their impressive builds. They stood up on the bed, either side of my kneeling wife, their cocks jutting straight out and waiting for her to suck them. She took it in turns, sucking first one and then the other and then back again, playing the Pornstar slut role to perfection. Strings of saliva hung from her mouth as she sucked them and she made me wince as she forced her head down further than I thought possible, so that their cocks must have been in the entrance to her throat. 

Then she asked them if they were ready and the two guys started jacking off fast and furious. She stayed kneeling between them, her mouth wide open, imploring them to fill her mouth with cum, all the while rubbing her wet cunt and licking her fingers. 

"C'mon, give it to me, fill my mouth.....cum in my dirty fucking mouth."

The guys weren't going to last long with her behaving like that and sure enough the guy on the right grunted loudly and blasted a thick stream of cum straight into her open mouth. She pounced on his cock, sucking every last drop, but not swallowing and then opened her mouth wide for the other one to empty his balls into. He lasted just another ten or fifteen seconds and then he too was groaning as his cock pulsed in his hand, thick streams of white spunk splashing against her cheek until she moved her head to catch his creamy fluid.




Owned! Ch. 06



Then she pushed them aside and moved down the bed towards me. She reached through the bars and pulled my gag down before tilting my head up and prising my mouth open with her thumbs. She leaned over the top of the bars above me and opened her mouth allowing the contents of her mouth to stream down into mine. She was shaking as she did this and as soon as she was satisfied that I wouldn't shut my mouth she let one side of my head go and started rubbing her clit furiously. She came almost instantly, her other hand letting me go and clutching the bars in front of me as she grunted and groaned her way through a massive orgasm.

As she lay, collapsed on the sheet in front of me, her eyes opened and she peered at me through her mess of hair.

"Swallow it." She whispered. 

When I didn't respond immediately she repeated her command, adding.

"...Remember, you're my cumslut." 

She stared at me through the bars, daring me to defy her. But I couldn't. I meekly swallowed the double load and opened my mouth to show her that I had done so. Her smile returned and she sat up on the bed, one leg raised and bent at the knee, her fingers gently stroking her pussy again.

The two guys jumped off the bed and she thanked them for coming. They bustled out of the room and bounded downstairs to retrieve their clothes before leaving. As they dressed Mistress just stared into my eyes, slowly rubbing her cunt and licking her lips.The front door slammed shut before she finally spoke.

"Is that what you wanted to see slave, does it turn you on to see me act like a fucking slut?"

"If it pleases you Mistress." I said, hoping to avoid the question.

"Oh, it did please me slave, as I think you could tell...." 

"Yes Mistress." 

"I found watching your DVD's very liberating slave. It made me realise that it's okay to act slutty, in fact men love it. And the sluttier you act the more they love it. Did you like it when you heard me gagging on his big cock?"

I lowered my eyes with the shame of my admission.

"Yes Mistress." 

"I thought so. Tell me......" 

I looked up to see her waiting expectantly.

"I loved hearing you gagging on his big cock Mistress." 

"Louder." 

"I loved hearing you gagging on his big cock Mistress." 

"Better." 

She slid off the bed and walked around behind me, kneeling down and reaching between my legs. My knees were red raw from kneeling for so long, unable to move with my balls tied fast to the bed. Mistress stroked my balls and then used a small pair of scissors hidden under the bed to cut me loose. Next she undid one of my cuffs and turned me away from the bed and bent down between my legs to take my still hard cock into her mouth. As she sucked me she scratched my poor balls with her nails and then lifted my cock up to lick them. 

Then she used her nails to undo the binding around my balls before releasing my other wrist and telling me to lay down on my back. I lay down gladly after being in one position for so long and Mistress stepped over me in her ridiculous stiletto's and pulled my cock box out from under the bed. She placed it over my groin and then reached underneath to feed my cock and balls through, it would have been easier had they been fully soft but she forced them through eventually. Then she retied my balls and secured them via a lace to a hook she had added on one side.

Then she stood up and I realised what she was about to do. She climbed onto the box and smiled down at me.

"Do you remember your birthday card slave." 

"Yes Mistress." 

"I bet you do....are you ready slave?" 

"If it pleases you Mistress." I managed to croak as I felt the Perspex sole of her shoe begin pressing down on my rapidly hardening cock. She pressed harder and harder, mashing my cock into the extra studs I had fitted at her request, applying as much weght as she dared, over and over again. I looked down at my poor cock trapped under her foot and bit my lip as I saw my meat squashed almost flat. Thankfully she chose not to apply her heels this time, but later said that she might next time. 

Satisfied that my cock had been tortured enough she stepped off the box and moved so that her body was above my head. She squatted down so that her pussy was right over my face, she was still dripping wet, I'd never seen anything like it. 

"Lick me." She said, grasping my cock in her hand and pumping it hard.

"You can taste the cock can't you slave?" 

"Yes Mistress." I replied between licks.

Then she tilted her body so that her ass was directly over my mouth. 

"That's what you really crave isn't it slave, my gorgeous ass?" 

"Yes Mistress." I sighed, fighting the need to cum as she squeezed ever harder on my aching stalk.

"Go on then, lick my ass and cum for me." 

I thrust my tongue as deep as I could into Mistress' ass as I felt her hand pounding my cock, the side of her fist thumping my balls as they lay trapped against the top of the box. I lasted about ten-fifteen seconds and then I felt the first string of cum shoot from my cock. How I lasted that long I will never know and I tongue fucked my Mistress' tight asshole for all that I was worth knowing that as soon as I stopped coming she would move it away.

She did indeed lift her ass off my face the second I was finished, quickly replacing it with her freshly spunked fingers for me to lick clean. When I had cleaned them she made a point of rubbing them on my stomach to collect the rest and then making me start all over again.

"That's right." She said smiling. "You are such a good little cumslut." 



Owned! Ch. 07



After that, things did return to normal a bit. She stopped banging on about the mysterious Andrea and even though I realised that it was obviously her who was behind the whole thing I didn't want to upset the applecart by accusing her. Instead I concentrated on finishing the dungeon and enjoying some amazing sex with my wife. Something changed in her after that evening though, she was definitely different, like she'd opened up a part of herself that she never realised was there and now she couldn't lock it away again. Occasionally she seemed to struggle more with the idea of being dominant. She still did a good job of it, but sometimes I could tell she really wanted to be the one being submissive. Not submissive in the same way I was, but like she was with her two gym buddies.

Eventually the dungeon was complete. It was a triumph of perv-engineering! There was hooks in the walls, hooks in the floors, a whipping bench, the stool with the dildo in it, a cross, the Queening stool (well more of a chair really, very comfy for Mistress R of course!) I even installed a TV and DVD player at Mistress' request and actually built a false wall so that it could be recessed so as not to spoil the look of the place.

When I had finished I called Mistress R' in to have a look. She was very impressed and we went up to the bedroom to fetch all the whips, cuffs, dildo's and other paraphernalia. When we had hung everything around the walls it looked amazing. I was dog tired after doing all that work, but even so I couldn't wait to get started.

Mistress had other ideas though, she said she wanted to make our first time there something special and told me that she would think of something soon. I was a bit disappointed to say the least, but Mistress kept me sweet by allowing me to lick her ass every night until the big day. I noticed that Mistress ass didn't seem quite as tight as it used to be and wondered why that was, not that it was a permanent gape or anything, but when I was first allowed to worship her gorgeous asshole it was so tight I could barely get my tongue inside. I wondered if maybe she had started training her ass for something or someone?

The big day came and Mistress took me out to the dungeon. Obviously I had to get undressed in the dungeon as I couldn't very well troop out to the garage naked, but because Mistress R needed a little more comfort to get ready, she decided that she would tie me up and then go back to the house to get ready, then put on a long coat to make the short walk back to the dungeon. I didn't quite see why she couldn't get ready first, but I wasn't going to argue, besides I figured she would probably want to rub heat gel on my balls to get me going while she changed into her Domme clothes. So I followed her instructions like a good slave.

I had been instructed to fit the studded sheath to my cock before we started, making sure it was fitted when I was soft so that it would be a nice tight fit. I had done as I was told and once again wore my shorts for comfort until I got inside the garage. Once I was undressed Mistress inspected the sheath and then fitted another leather bag over my cock and balls. She told me to lean over the whipping bench and fastened my ankles and wrists down leaving my ass open to attack from any whip or dildo. Instead of returning to the house, Mistress perused the walls of the dungeon and selected a nice cat-whip, the original one we had bought when we first started this game. She stood behind me and started to whip my ass, while I counted out the strokes and thanked her for each one.

When it went beyond twenty, I knew something different was going on,. She had never given me that many strokes before and my ass was burning hot and pinking nicely. She continued and eventually the pain dissipated, the strokes getting lighter as her arm got more and more tired, until all that remained was the heat which seemed to spread through my body and harden my cock inside the sheath.

Then I heard her replace the whip and pick up a butt plug and a jar of lube. She parted my cheeks and applied a generous amount of lube before slowly but firmly pushing the butt plug into my glowing ass. She walked round in front of me and crouched down on the floor so that she was at my eye level. I hadn't noticed before but she was wearing a skirt, which was very unusual for her and as she crouched down her skirt bunched up and I noticed that she was wearing some very expensive looking underwear. She reached up and slid my blindfold over my head before asking if it was effective. I told her it was and then she leaned closer to me and whispered.

"I hope you're ready for this slave."

"Yes Mistress, always..."

She giggled to herself.

"Well I hope so slave, I've given you plenty of lube.....did I mention that I'd invited my friends over again."

My head jerked up.

"Obviously not.....hmm, actually I'm going out now, but they should be here soon. But don't worry I've told them not to touch your cock and balls....I think they just want your ass and your mouth anyway."

I started to protest as Mistress stood up, when that didn't work I tried begging but nothing would change Mistress' mind. The last thing she said before she closed the door behind her was:

"I love seeing you so helpless, it makes me soooo horny...."

The door closed and I was left alone. Sure enough a few minutes later I heard her car pulling out of the drive. I waited a few minutes and then I heard two cars pull up in the close, but not on the drive.....was it them? I waited and waited, three quarters terrified, but a quarter turned on, my cock pressed firmly against the studs inside the sheath as it hardened as I thought of being used and abused by the two men I had seen her with before. 

I waited and waited but no one came, I had never fitted a clock in the dungeon and even if I had I wouldn't have been able to see it, but even so, I knew that at least an hour had passed and probably more. At least I was reasonably comfortable, but the apprehension I felt when I finally heard the outer door of the garage open made me forget about that. The door to the dungeon slowly opened and I heard soft steps across the rubber flooring.

I was holding my breath and scared to death but then I felt a hand on my back, it felt small, a woman's hand, Mistress R's hand....I sighed a huge sigh of relief, but my head was still swimming. She gripped the base of the butt plug and pulled it half out, stretching my asshole so that I gritted my teeth.

"Ah, poor slave....are you disappointed?"

"....if it pleases you Mistress." Truth was, I wasn't, but what was the correct answer?

"Really.....so your cock hasn't been hard at all for the last hour and a half then?"

"A little Mistress."

"A little? I bet it's been a lot more than that slave."

She shoved the butt plug back inside my ass and walked around to crouch down near my head again and leaned close to my ear. 

"You know I said that seeing you helpless made me horny."

"Yes Mistress."

"Well....when I drove away, I saw the boys coming up the road....so I decided, to hell with you getting ass-fucked. So I turned round and followed them back up here and told them there had been a change of plan."

She slowly lifted the blindfold off my eyes and I squinted at her while my pupils dilated. 

"I've had a lovely time." She whispered.

As my eyes adjusted to the light in the dungeon I saw her lovely smile again, her hair was a mess, her make-up was all over her face but she was glowing. She leaned closer and kissed me, her tongue flicking into my mouth and filling it with the taste of cock. I felt my own cock twitch inside the sheath and shifted my hips pointlessly, hopelessly trying to make space for my cock as the studs began to bite once more. 

Then she straightened up and turned around, her skirt was gone and she was naked except for her knickers and a T-shirt she had thrown on after she had kissed the guys goodbye. She bent forward and I saw that her knickers were soaked through. Then she hooked her thumbs inside the sides and slowly peeled them down, she pulled her cheeks apart and I almost choked as I saw her well stretched ass leaking cum. She backed up towards me and pressed her ass into my face.

"I saved it just for you." She said. "Lick it up, cumslut."

Totally humiliated but insane with lust with I pushed out my tongue and eagerly licked her ass until it was completely clean, my tongue sliding so easily inside her gaping asshole. Then she pulled her knickers up again and untied me from the bench. I was more than a little stiff having been tied up for so long and she gave me a few moments to stretch out before telling me to lay on the floor under the Queening chair. Before I did that, she removed the leather bag and the sheath from around my cock, gently wanking me a few times before weighing my nuts in her hand. Then she pointed to the rubber floor and I laid down and slid myself into position.

As I manoeuvred myself under the chair, Mistress picked up a selection of clothes pegs and knelt down on the floor to attach them to my cock and balls. She must have put at least fifteen pegs on me and my skin was pulled agonisingly tight. She added one each to my nipples too and then got up and walked over to the DVD player and inserted a disc.

She turned the TV on and returned to the Queening chair clutching the remote in one hand and her trusty 8" dildo in the other. She slipped her knickers off and sat down in the chair, holding her cheeks apart as she did so. As I lay there I looked up through the hole in the chair to see her gorgeous ass coming nearer and nearer, cheeks spread, her open pink hole waiting for my tongue. 

She ordered me to tongue her ass and I willingly obeyed. One of the pegs snapped itself off my cock and I winced as the blood rushed back into that part of my skin.

"Oh dear slave, you'll have to be punished for that later....."

Then she settled down in the chair while I continued licking her gorgeous ass. She pushed the dildo into her slippery cunt and almost immediately a fresh river of spunk dripped down between her legs and into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed the mixture, my cock bouncing against my stomach as I did so, not caring anymore that my wife had given her anal virginity to another man, but just happy to be her slave and allowed to lick her ass, to worship her as I needed.

I heard the DVD start and recognised the disc she was watching. She had really got into my porn of late (which I never, ever expected) and her appetite for brutality was incredible. She loved to watch women getting face-fucked hard, especially when they acted really slutty and she always got really turned on when she saw a woman going 'airtight'. The DVD played on and I continued to worship my Mistress' ass, while she fucked herself with the dildo and rubbed her clit between her slender fingers. About 15 minutes into the film she suddenly let out a huge groan and her ass bucked away from my aching tongue. She bucked wildly above me, finally slumping back into the chair and laying still for some time, watching the film through half closed eyes. 

I continued tonguing her ass, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper until she finally told me to stop. The I lay still, waiting to see what would happen next. I waited and waited, until I felt her feet brush against my cock, causing a few more of the pegs to work loose and snap off. Laughing at my pain, she got up out of the chair and walked over to the wall of the dungeon to retrieve an item. Watching the direction she went I had an idea what it might be but hoped and prayed I was wrong. 

We had been in a hardware store some weeks before, when she had spotted an unusually shaped brush. It was basically a handle with a nylon bristled wire shaped in a circle and Mistress had brought it up to me in the shop and asked how I fancied having my cock inside it. I had assumed she was joking, but she insisted on buying it 'just in case' and took great pleasure in hanging it on the dungeon wall alongside all the other, more conventional equipment.

Then she was kneeling at my side and I felt her roughly pulling the pegs off my poor shaft one by one, she didn't open them to minimise my discomfort she just tugged them off causing me to hiss every time. Then I felt my cock being fed into the centre of the brush. I balled my hands into fists as she began to wank me with the harsh bristles and I felt my cock becoming redder and redder as she increased the pace. Mistress was loving it and delighted in telling me how sore my poor cock looked, but her arm soon got tired and she threw the brush aside before grasping my red-raw meat in her hand and wanking me furiously. She told me to tell her when I was about to cum and every time I did she stopped for a while and then built the speed up again until I told her I was close again. She did this three times and then told me her arm was tired and that if I wanted to cum I would have to push my cock up inside her hand while she held it still. It was infuriatingly difficult and every time I felt like I was making progress her grip would loosen and the feeling would go. 

Then she reached up and snapped the two pegs off my nipples and told me that now she would allow me to cum. She tightened her grip around my poor cock and pumped it hard and fast so that within seconds I arched my back as I fired a stream of cum into the air, followed by another and another. Mistress pumped me hard until I begged her to stop, but even then she continued and I had to grab her hand and force her to hold still, I knew I would be punished for it later but I simply couldn't take any more. 

Then, to my surprise she tenderly bent down and licked my cock, clean before pushing the chair out of the way so that she could lay next to me and kiss me. I tasted my cum on her tongue and wondered what was going on now. We lay there for ages, both completely and utterly spent and exhausted. It was a fitting way to open the dungeon...



Owned! Ch. 08



Later that evening we were discussing the events of the day and when my wife asked me if I was disappointed that she had waylaid the guys. I foolishly said that I had been hugely relieved, whereupon she smiled to herself and left it at that. But a few days later, when we were having sex she started telling me how she regretted it and how she should have let them fuck my ass and my mouth. I just assumed (hoped) that she was fucking with my head, but after I came inside her, instead of letting me lick her clean she pushed her 8in dildo up inside herself and then stood up in front of me on the bed. She slid the dildo out and turned it around, holding it in place as though it were her real cock, before pulling my head closer and making me run my tongue along each side and underneath. Only then did she push it into my mouth and make me suck it completely clean. 

"Better get used to it slave." She laughed as she fucked my mouth with the sticky plastic cock.

"Yes Mistress." I grunted.

This continued for some weeks, with Mistress regularly making me suck and lick her dildo clean of my cum while she taunted me about having me sucking a real cock and how she couldn't wait to see my face the first time I felt a real cock shoot down my throat. In the meantime I obediently did as she asked and just hoped that Mistress wasn't really intending to make this scenario a reality....

- - -

The dungeon was a great success and we used it more and more, sometimes three or four times a week! Slowly Mistress was losing interest in normal sex and we seemed now to concentrate on domination with vanilla sex being the novelty. Mistress seemed to have got over her wobbles and she now relished our sessions, taking the opportunity at least once a day to employ the 'slave' word, even if it was only to get me on my knees so she could sit in a chair in front of me and rub her feet over my face and make me kiss and lick her toes as she brazenly rubbed her pussy until she came. 

For my part I was blissfully happy. I had got what I had always dreamed of and Mistress exceeded my hopes in every way. As time went on she dreamed up more ways to humiliate and punish me and her mouth became deliciously filthy, describing in lurid detail all the things she would one day do to me or have me do to please her. She never shied away from using words like cunt or spunk and I often came before I was supposed to, which just gave her an excuse to punish me all the more. The thing was that I really didn't know which of the depraved fantasies she dreamt up were just fantasies and which she was planning to act out. I must admit, I was often more than a little worried by some of the filth that came out of her sweet mouth.

- - -

About three months down the line, I headed out to the dungeon to prepare for another Femdom session with my beautiful Mistress. I waited for her on my knees with my eyes down and with my butt plug fitted as usual and when she came in, having shed her coat outside the dungeon door, she strode up to me confidently in her black stiletto sandals and lifted my head up to look at her. She was naked from the waist down, but had a black and red PVC basque on.

"Do you like my new outfit slave?" She asked coolly. 

"Yes Mistress." I replied appreciatively.

"Really...well isn't that interesting?" In a voice that told me it certainly wasn't.

Mistress walked around me a few times and then stopped behind me and pulled my arms together behind my back. She tied my wrists together and then walked around in front of me and bent forward before thrusting her ass into my face.

"Lick my fucking ass slave and make sure you get your tongue deep inside." 

I didn't need any further encouragement, but Mistress reached back and grabbed my head, forcing my face between her fleshy cheeks as I stretched my tongue out as far as it would go to penetrate her as deeply as possible. Mistress writhed on my tongue as she rubbed her clit with her free hand and then abruptly she pulled away and turned around, dropping to her knees to face me. She grabbed my stiff cock and began very slowly to pull my foreskin back and forth. Though she moved slowly, her fingers were gripped incredibly tightly around my shaft and the sensation was intense.

"I've got some wicked ideas for you today slave." She hissed. "This is going to be a day you will remember for the rest of your life." 

I started to tremble a little.

"Ah....poor little slave is frightened....are you frightened slave?" She mocked.

"A little Mistress." 

"Aah, isn't that sweet. Poor little slave's frightened." 

She continued slowly pumping my cock.

"And what is it that you are frightened of slave?" 

"I'm....not sure Mistress." 

"You know slave, it might be fun if I invited all my girlfriends round to fuck you one after another....just imagine that slave, six or seven women fucking your ass with strap-ons over and over until they are all satisfied. And you'd have to make them all come with your tongue. God slave, your jaw would ache like hell!"

She laughed and got up, standing right in front of me, her gorgeous pussy just a few inches from my face. I could smell her wetness already and it made me want to lick her so bad. She moved around behind me again, pulled a pulley rope from the ceiling and fixed it around my wrists. She took the rope on the other side of the pulley and pulled it tight so that my wrists began to rise up.

"Get on your feet slave." She ordered, as she continued to pull the rope tighter.

I scrabbled to my feet and was bent forward as my arms continued to rise behind me. Then Mistress fixed the rope and walked around in front of me. She pulled up a large leather bean-bag thing we had bought and lay back on it in front of me. She spread her legs and then used her fingers to open her cunt lips.

"Look at that slave, isn't it beautiful." 

"Yes Mistress." I agreed.

"I bet you'd love to get your cock in there right now wouldn't you slave?" 

"Yes Mistress." 

She leaned forward and lightly slapped my face, before gently running her fingertips along my jaw..

"Not today slave....."

She relaxed back on the beanbag, looking up at me the whole time as she proceeded to rub her clit with her fingers.

"I love seeing you helpless slave, it makes me so wet..." 

I licked my lips as I watched her fingers moving in a circular motion on her clit, her other hand gently caressing her tits.

"You love looking at me don't you slave....you love looking at my gorgeous pussy, love watching me get myself off...." 

"Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." 

She lay there for several minutes, her fingers expertly stimulating her slippery cunt until finally she bucked, her eyes screwed shut as she came. She lay still for a while, while her breathing slowed to normal. Then her eyes opened and she slid off the beanbag and crouched to one side of me. She slid two, then three fingers into her dripping hole and then pushed them into my mouth. I opened my mouth wide to take them in and savour the taste of her beautiful cunt.

"Mmmm, slave....isn't that the best, isn't your Mistress' pussy just the best taste in the world ." 

"Almost Mistress." I offered, knowing full well that she knew I prized the taste of her ass above all else and didn't want to offer her an easy trick.

"Hahaha.....oh slave, maybe you're right, maybe there is something better?" 

She shoved her fingers deep into her cunt again, roughly stretching herself before forcing them back into my mouth as far as they would go. She said no more, but slid her little finger into the corner of my mouth and began fucking my face with all of her fingers.

Then she pulled back and stood up.

"Maybe we'll find out later." 

She moved around behind me again and undid the rope, allowing my arms to fall back down so that I could straighten up again. She moved close behind me and I could feel her pressed against my back as her arm snaked around my side and she took hold of my aching cock.

"What's the most depraved thing you've ever done slave?" 

I thought about the question for a while and then said "Drinking your piss Mistress."

"Hmm, maybe...is that something that stuck in your memory slave?" 

"Yes Mistress." 

She laughed.

"I bet it did, but maybe today will top it." 

She released her grip on my cock and then bent between my legs and pulled my balls down. She tied a lace around them and left it hanging between my legs.

"A little game for you slave....I know you like them." 

"If it pleases you Mistress." 

She moved me slightly so that I was standing over an eye in the floor and then threaded the lace through it. She pulled the lace upwards, slowly but firmly and as my balls were pulled down I collapsed to my knees. 

"Good slave, right where you should be." 

Then she tied the other end of the lace to another slender rope which went up to the ceiling, over a pulley and down again and to this end she tied a small plastic bucket. Then she moved back over to me and reached under me to remove my butt plug, before discarding the condom and pushing the large black toy firmly into my mouth.

Then she walked over to the door of the dungeon and retrieved something from the outer part of the garage. She turned round and I could see that she was carrying another small bucket.

She walked back towards me, smiling, and asked...

"Any ideas what this might be slave?" 

I shook my head, unable to speak with the butt plug in my mouth. 

"Well, I'll tell you slave, because I'm quite proud of this little idea. What this is, is a bucket of ice and there's a hole in the bottom. Now I'm going to hang it up here and the ice is going to melt. Then it'll drip through the hole and fill the other bucket. And as the other bucket fills up it'll get gradually heavier and heavier, which will pull your balls further and further towards the floor." 

I shuddered at the thought while she calmly stepped up onto the stool and hung the bucket from a hook in the ceiling, directly over the other bucket, before stepping down again and coming back to me. She walked past and I heard her select another item from the wall and return behind me. I felt her arm brush past my head and she pulled the butt plug out of my mouth. 

Then she leaned close to my ear and whispered... "But I haven't told you the best part yet slave....because while your balls are going to be pulling you down to the floor, your ass is going to be stretched deeper and deeper onto this lovely big dildo."

Her arm came round from behind me and in her hand was the biggest dildo we had. She put her other arm around my head to hold it still and tried to push the tip of the rubber cock into my mouth. I got about three inches of it in my mouth before Mistress realised that it just wouldn't go in any further.

"Oh dear slave, it won't even go in your mouth....just imagine how that's going to feel when it's in your ass! You're going to be wide open by the time I've finished with you."

I started to shake a little, but my cock was rock hard and Mistress was all too aware of it. 

"Look at your cock slave, it's rock hard...if I didn't know better I'd think you wanted this huge fucking cock up your ass."

"Whatever pleases you Mistress." I muttered, wondering just how much ice was in that bucket.

"Still if you can't take it, I guess all you have to do is lock your knees and take the punishment on your balls."

"Yes Mistress."

"Do you think you can take it slave?"

"I don't know Mistress." 

Mistress reached around and grabbed hold of my engorged cock and pumped it a few times.

"You know what slave, I don't know either...that's what's making me so fucking wet. That and the thought of punishing your lovely hard cock.?"

She moved around in front of me and produced her cock whip. She started to attack my cock with the short strands of leather, smiling to herself as the skin of my cock took on a pinkish hue.

"Those ball weights were a good investment don't you think slave, your balls hang much lower now....so much easier to get at.

She brought the cock whip up into my balls a couple of times, causing me to jerk against the rope and shake the bucket.

"Don't do that slave, you don't want to be spilling any of that water...."

"No Mistress."

"Because if I see any spilled water then I will show - you - no - mercy, do you understand me slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Now, we need to get this lovely big dildo in your ass before the ice melts too much."

She walked behind me again and I heard her coating the head with Vaseline.

"I'm going to be kind to you and allow you a lot of lubricant, because frankly slave, I think you're gonna need it..."

She crouched down behind me and wedged the rubber cock between my ass and the floor, forcing the very tip into my asshole. I was more than glad of the preparation that I had had with the butt plug and for the copious amount of Vaseline that Mistress had applied, but it still felt impossibly big.

"Push down slave, you need to get a couple of inches inside you to hold it steady."

I slowly pushed down on the monster cock, hissing as I felt my ass stretching around it's girth. I stopped, breathing heavily, but Mistress wasn't satisfied.

"Just a little more slave, I don't want to come back to find your asshole empty."

I pushed down a few millimetres more, clenching my teeth as I felt the massive girth opening me.

"That'll have to do." She said. "Now it's time for me to go and for you to get blindfolded."

She slipped my blindfold around my head and checked it was eefective and then I heard her footsteps as she walked towards the door.

"Think about me slave, think about my gorgeous ass and think about what you'd be prepared to do to be able to keep on licking it."

And then she was gone. 

I couldn't see the ice bucket, but I could hear the slow drip as drop after drop splashed into the bucket below. Slowly my ass got used to the intrusion of the huge dildo and as the weight in the bucket increased and as my legs got more and more tired I felt myself sliding ever further onto it. I don't know how long I was there for, but when I heard the dungeon door open I almost wept with relief.

"Very good slave." Said Mistress R. "No spillage...what a shame. Still your balls look nice and stretched, does it hurt slave?"

"A little Mistress...."

"Really slave, I would have thought it was more than a little...."

"....Yes Mistress." I conceded.

"So you were just being brave for me, how sweet."

I felt a sudden tug on the rope as Mistress plucked it with her finger, then relief as Mistress cut the rope and the bucket of water crashed to the floor splashing us both. My balls were free of the weight (although still tied) and I desperately wanted to push myself up off the dildo that filled my ass.

"Don't move slave....I will tell you when you can move."

"Yes Mistress."

She moved to my side and then I felt her whip strike across my ass cheeks.

"Somebody forgot to thank me for something, didn't they slave?"

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress....thank you for freeing my balls Mistress."

The whip cut across my ass again.

"And slave forgot to count those two so we have to start again."

"Yes Mistress." 

I counted and thanked her for each of the next twelve strokes she gave me and then she threw the whip down and moved in front of me once more. I could smell her delicious wet pussy just inches from my face, but she pulled my head closer still.

"Smell it slave, smell that gorgeous cunt...but don't you dare lick it, just breath it in and revel in it, revel in your Mistress' scent."

I didn't need to be told and sucked in great lungfuls of the musky aroma, felling my cock bouncing against Mistress' leg as I did so.

"Oh yes, you like that don't you slave...you love the smell of my sopping wet pussy don't you?"

"Yes Mistress."

She pulled away and bent down to tie the loose string around my balls to the hook in the floor that it had previously passed through on it's way to the pulley above. This left me effectively rooted to the spot, still on my knees with my arms still tied behind me and the dildo still inside my ass. 

I heard another sound now, inside the room but not from near me where Mistress was standing and I slowly realized that we weren't alone in the dungeon. I tensed as I wondered if it was the same guys as before, and if so why were they here now.

"Now slave, remember what I told you before...you do everything I say, or all this will be a memory. No more whips, dildos and dungeons and certainly no more asslicking...I know you can't live without that. So you do what I say and everything will be okay, right?"

"Yes Mistress."

She smiled and called her friends over to join her. 

"You remember my friends from before don't you slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Well, they've very kindly agreed to help me realise a fantasy of mine."

I heard her kiss both of them before she continued.

"Do you know what that is slave?"

"No Mistress." I replied, genuinely unsure as to her intentions and unwilling to give her any fresh ideas of my own.

"Oh come on slave, I think you know what I'm talking about....." She bent down and grasped my cock in her hand, mauling it back and forth while digging her nails into my flesh. 

"....what have I been training you to do?"

"To... suck cock Mistress." 

"That's right slave, I told you this would be a day to remember."

My jaw was trembling now as I heard them move closer. Mistress sucked them in turn, noisily slurping on their stalks so that I knew exactly what she was doing. Then she leaned towards me and kissed me deeply, pushing her cock flavoured tongue into my mouth.

"That's what you want isn't it slave, you want a cock in your mouth."

"If it pleases you Mistress." I croaked.

"No slave, I don't think you are going to do it to please me... I think you wanted it all along, you just didn't know it."

I felt her move aside and then I felt one of the men move in front of me. Mistress grabbed his cock and pressed it against my lips, which I just couldn't bring myself to open.

"Open your mouth slave." She said as she slapped her hand down against my cock. "NOW!".

I opened my mouth and quickly felt the cock slide inside. It was weird at first, but I knew I had to do what my Mistress wanted so I persevered. 

"That's it slave, suck that lovely cock. I've waited so long to see you do this...." Her voice was shaky, breathless and I realised that she was rubbing herself furiously as she watched. Then I heard the guy above us moan as she moved behind him and leant backwards through his legs to lick first his balls and then his ass, the tip of her nose brushing the underside of my chin. I felt the cock pulled from my mouth and the guy moved away only for his friend to move into his place and once more my mouth was stuffed full of cock. 

On the floor below Mistress was getting her pussy filled by the first guy as she looked up at me sucking on the second guy's meat. Mistress was moaning and grunting as she got well and truly fucked and then the guys changed places again, Mistress taking the second (bigger) cock inside her as I cleaned the first one's cock of pussy juice.

Despite my inhibitions, my cock was painfully hard and as I tasted Mistress juices on the thick meat that filled my mouth I felt my balls churning as though I were about to cum. I had to think of something else as I sucked that cock, anything that would stop me from cumming and showing my Mistress that I truly was a cock hungry cum-slut. It was a tremendous effort, but I made it as eventually the guys lost interest in me and took control of the situation, teaming up on my Mistress and forcing her to take them in all her holes.

Again they were rough and unrestrained with her (as they had been before) and she seemed to be loving it, imploring them to shove their cocks further up her cunt and ass and wilfully taking them deep into her throat afterwards. I heard her ass being spanked over and over until she was begging them to cum in her, to fill her up with their spunk. This they gladly did as she lay between them, sandwiched, with one cock in her pussy and one stretching her once-tight asshole. The men roared as they filled her full of cream, pumping her until they were sure they had no more to give. Then she was on her feet, their spunk dripping from her holes as she backed up to my face and ordered me to lick her clean. 




Owned! Ch. 08



She reached behind her and pulled the blindfold from my eyes, leaving me to look straight at her cum drenched holes. I licked every drop from her, pushing my tongue deep into her pussy and ass to make sure I had every drop, not wanting to give her any excuses for punishment. Then she moved away and slipped behind me, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back.

"You know what you have to do now slave...." 

She looked at the two men and then pointed to my open mouth. Within seconds I was sucking their cocks again, this time without the blindfold to hide behind, only this time they were wilting, dripping cum and tasted of Mistress cunt and ass. It was unbelievably humiliating and yet my cock throbbed ever harder. 

Mistress watched intently over my shoulder, occasionally wanking the guys cocks into my mouth, pumping every last remaining drop of spunk out of their exhausted shafts. Satisfied that I had done my duty, she undid the rope that held my balls and pushed me forward. With my hands still tied behind my back I fell onto my left shoulder, my face turned sideways, my cheek pressed into the floor. Behind me Mistress took hold of the base of the dildo that had been inside me for so long now and started to fuck me with it.

I gritted my teeth as I felt the intense sensation inside my ass and then her hand moved down between my legs and started to scratch my balls.

"It's your turn to cum now slave....you have to cum before they get hard again, or I'm going to let them fuck your ass."

Her fingers scratched harder as she spoke, clawing my balls relentlessly as she built up her pace with the rubber cock.

"Come on slave, you don't want a real cock up your ass do you?"

"No Mistress." I blurted out.

"No slave....that's for next time." 

The dildo was pulled fully out of my ass, leaving me feeling momentarily empty before she rammed it straight back in.again. Then Mistress' fist curled around my cock and she pumped me with venom, until finally I felt my cock pulse in her hand and what felt like a pint of cum erupt from my cock and into her waiting palm below. 

She continued to milk my meat for ages, until she was utterly satisfied that my balls were empty. She reached forward and grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back into a kneeling position before grabbing a handful of my hair and pushing her palm against my mouth.

"Lick up your mess slave, you know that's what you always have to do."

As I licked the cum from her outstretched hand I realised that we were alone again, and sighed a huge sigh of relief. Realising that I had noticed the men's departure Mistress said. "Yes, they've gone....for now. Sorry to disappoint you. Maybe next time....depends how well you look after your Mistress."

I concentrated on cleaning Mistress hand properly, unwilling and barely able to take any more punishment today.

"The thing is slave, now that I've seen you suck a real cock....I really want to see one crammed into your ass and filling you full of spunk."

"As you wish Mistress."

She laughed again...

"But we don't want to rush into it do we slave....so in the meantime, do you know what I'm going to do?."

"No Mistress."

"I'm going to get on the phone and see if the girls are all free next weekend....."