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Owned

By: Gaelyn



When you finally push back your chair and stand, approaching me, my fingers wiggle slightly to try to gain back some feeling. My relief when you unshackle me from the doorway is completely short-lived. You hand me your empty coffee cup, then brush past me with nothing more than a slap on the ass and a smirk. My face is hot with anger and disbelief as I wait for the numbness in my hands and feet to wear off, then hobble to refill your fucking coffee. Might as well- I am thirsty now, and need to grab some iced tea for myself. 

Carefully carrying both, I find you sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the mirrored dresser. I hand you your coffee, wince when you take a big drink, wondering how the hell you can stand anything that hot. Standing in front of you just off to the side, leaning up against the dresser, the pins and needles still zipping through my arms and hands, I entertain the thought of dumping my tea over your head in retribution for leaving me tied up ...but my throat is too dry to give up the ice cold liquid that way. But the idea still amuses me enough to make me smile as I drink. My grin spreads when your hands grab my hips and slide me in front of you. I know that look in your eyes....I set down my glass and lean in, brace my hands on your shoulders even as your thumbs hook in my skirt and panties and shove them off my hips. They haven't fully slid down my legs before your hands are shoving my shirt and bra off, two of the buttons pinging when they bounce off the dresser behind me, the bed you are sitting on, and onto the floor. 

Your hands are rough, fast, skimming over my skin, molding to the curves, scooping in the hollows, seemingly everywhere at once. Already making soft sounds of pleasure and arching into your touch, I reach for them hem of your shirt, wanting the contact with your skin, but you are lifting me, setting me up on the dresser, sending things scattering across the hard surface and to the floor with one sweep of your arm. 

One flick of your finger in command has me scooting back slightly, another has my heels raised, tucked against my ass tightly. I don't bother wrapping my arms around them, your hands are already spreading my thighs wide, opening me up to your gaze. Naked, slightly chilled, my nipples already hard, I am damp. You lean back on the bed slightly, watching me. 

Wanting to tease, wanting to draw it out, wanting to see your reactions, my hands lift to my hair and draw out the pins, sending the curls tumbling down freely around my shoulders, dancing along my collarbone and upper back. I lift my hair from my scalp, then let it fall freely in disarray. My fingers skim down over my neck, one hand hooking lightly on my shoulder, the other lifting to my mouth, index finger stroking over my lips, then my chin, then gliding down between my breasts. My hands cross to the opposite shoulder and stroke down each arm languorously, dropping to my ankles and skimming my fingertips over my calves, around the curve of my knee and drawing up the insides of my thighs.

Watching you intently, I flatten my palms against my hips and angle my hands upwards over my ribs, cupping my breasts and lifting them slightly, offering them to your gaze. I catch each nipple between index finger and thumb, rolling them gently, tugging sharply. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as pleasure spears through me, a soft moan echoing in my head and in the room.

Your eyes are so dark and deep, lighting from within with a heat that kindles a hotter fire inside me. Your gaze is so intense, watching your eyes follow the path of my hand back over my belly and between my thighs thrills me. 

Knowing what you want, I slide my hands over my sex, opening myself to you. When I bring my wet fingers to my nipples, then back down to moisten them and to my mouth to taste, your growl skates down my spine with a delighted shiver. Working my fingers over my skin, my head drops back with the pleasure and the excitement of touching myself in front of you. Your voice fills my head- low words, then commands, coaxing me closer, shoving me right up to that first peak of pleasure. My body is bowed, arched, quivering. Right up to the edge-- and your hands yank mine away from body, leaving me panting and tense.

Your hands slide up my thighs, making me moan, my lips parted and damp. When you lean forward, brush your lips over my skin, I can't contain the groan at the rough scrape of your jaw easing along my inner thigh. My heart pounds, my legs shake, and the merest whisper of your breath over my skin--right there-- makes me gasp and raises goosebumps along my skin. I watch you inhale deeply, watch your eyes laugh into mine at my reaction. A shudder edges through me, but not one of release, when you tug at my wrists sharply, pulling me forward off the dresser.

Using the momentum, I shove against your shoulders to catch you off guard and straddle your hips as your upper body sinks back to the bed. Just mad enough about the coffee and the doorframe, completely aroused and frustrated by the last 10 minutes, I want...something. My hands brace on either side of your head, my body ranges over yours, and I grin down into your face. You lift your hands, when they wind in the hair that has fallen on either side of my face and you tug lightly, I can smell the rich tang of tobacco on them, under the scent of your soap and you. When I duck my head, just barely skimming my lips over yours in a whisper of touch, I can almost taste the thick flavor of the coffee on your breath. Anticipating your move, I pull my head back as you lift yours, dodging your mouth. I barely manage to suppress a chuckle when your eyes narrow and kindle. Your hands tighten in my hair, tugging, and though it makes my eyes water with tears, I pull back, wriggle backwards. My hands shove at your shirt, bunching it up around your neck, my hands roaming over the sweep of your chest. My teeth are already tugging on the waistband of your pants, my fingers busy with your nipples, rolling them, feeling them harden and a groan of pleasure rumble through your chest.

Your stomach muscles jump under my mouth, then my fingers as I pull your clothing down, out of my way. My mouth is busy, nipping at your hipbone, tongue cruising along the crease of your thigh, lips brushing over the head of your cock. I feel your hands tug slightly in my hair, but I duck my head, your cock slapping against my cheek as I take your balls into my mouth, sucking them lightly, laving them with my tongue. 

I lift my head to take you into my mouth fully, looking you over as I do. You should look ridiculous, stretched out on your bed with your clothing around your neck and you knees and your cock jutting up at me, but the only word that comes to mind is that you look....tasty.

Something clicks in my head, a memory, a thought. Slowly, I reach for your coffee, the ceramic mug hot and nearly burning just to the touch. The heat of it nearly scalds my tongue when I take a mouthful, but I dip my head and take you in my mouth, rewarded by your gasp and the tightening of your hands when the heat sears along the length of your cock. Sucking, my throat muscles rippling as I swallow around you, then pulling back to take another drink and repeat the maneuver. Gagging as you force my head down fiercely, but eagerly taking you in. This time I reach for my tea, the glass cold and moist with condensation, and I carefully take a quick drink, then lower my head and take your cock into my mouth almost before I have swallowed the tea. Hearing your growl, taking it for pleasure, I repeat the methods, alternating, taking you so deeply, letting your hands on my head, in my hair, cupping the back of my neck guide me and force me. Taking one last drink of my tea, I get an ice cube and hold it in my mouth for a moment. Swallowing the liquid, I slowly rub the head of your cock against my lips before havigng you force your way into my mouth, then I suck, fiercely, using my tongue to push the sphere of ice over and around and under and across your cock. Feeling you pulse, throb, forcing the ice to click against my teeth, pushing you even farther back in my throat. 

Applying my mouth in earnest, I am intent on tasting you, getting all of that flavor from you, wanting to milk you. Wanting to hear your groans, needing to feel you shudder and arch up into me. My neck strained, my jaw aching, I draw you closer to the edge with every lick, every suck, every nibble. I can feel that you are close, can taste it. Knowing you are holding back, I am determined to shove you over that edge, but you grip my head, then my shoulders, literally ripping my mouth away from you. 

I press the back of my hand to my mouth, wiping away the damp, feeling my lips swollen and still tingling. 

Your hands are on me, dragging me up, over you, you rolling to your side. One leg is thrown over mine, pinning my lower body, my shoulder wedged against your chest. Your hand captures both of my wrists, locking them steady just above my head, the other hand skims over me. Down the inside of each arm your fingers trail, making me squirm and gasp. Lightly tracing, almost tickling, your fingers move around my ribs, under the swell of each breast, over the curve and hollow of my hips. Impatient and greedy, I tug on my wrists, pull slightly, giggles interspersed with soft whimpers, but you only hold tighter, determination in your face. I feel your breath on my neck, warm and moist; I can feel the pounding of your heart, the heat of your skin, the hard length of you against my thigh, still wet from my mouth.

Your hand dips between my legs and finds wetness, and my thighs clench together, though I don't know whether I am trapping your hand or trying to deny you access. You merely shove at my inner leg, rough enough to bruise the pale freckled skin. "Open. Open for me."

No sooner have I shifted than your hand plunges in, fingers driving deep. Twisting, dipping, curving, pressing against slick skin and tight heat and sending me arching off the bed and crying out. The pressure builds, so tight. I am right there, on that edge, carried over from before. Your name echoes in my head as a plea and as a curse.

"Kyle. God. I am so close..."

Your voice literally vibrates with authority and power. "You have to ask permission first." 

My head twists on the bed, my face incredulous. "Wh...what?" 

Your fingers simply find that small roughened patch of skin inside, and press firmly, sending me straight off the bed.

"Ask."

"Dammit. God Dammit!" My chest is so tight, every breath is labored. Covered in a light sheen of sweat, rocking against you, sensation pulling me in every direction. I lift my hips off the bed, thinking to force the sensation, but you change your movements just enough, making that razor thin edge dull slightly. My fingers clamp against my palms, the nails digging in. My heels press into the bed, hips arching up, but your leg restrains me. So close, so needy. 

"Let me...."

"No." Your voice cuts me off. "Ask."

Frustration and anger take a backseat to the need for that pleasure. "Can I...please, may I come...."

Your fingers twist again, thrusting, pulling a long liquid moan from me. That building pressure is ready to burst, the anticipation of it races along my skin. 

"Not yet."

Your hand withdraws, glistening and wet, lifting to spread that moisture on each nipple, making them throb even tighter. I yank my arms trying to get free, and succeed only in making my shoulder pop lightly and a twinge of pain shoot through. Your hand, open and flat, lands several stinging smacks on my splayed thighs, my wet sex, my breasts. My curses are ripe and breathless, my struggles to dig in, twist away, escape your grip only wears me out. 

More slaps on my skin, your fingers raking over me, rough now, fierce. Pinching, prodding, twisting. Pleasure and pain, stroking me upwards again. Having been brought so close, and denied twice... you are relentless, propelling me. Anticipation drives me even further, and I am there again so quickly, hovering.

"May I come." Each word burns in my throat. "Kyle. Kyle. Please...I am coming..."

Your fingers grip my chin, turn it in your direction. "No, you're not. I control you." Your eyes glitter, dark and hot and full of promise. "I own you."

That edge falls clean away, my body simply sinks. Indignation ignites, anger burns, and embarrassment fans the flames. These are only the surface emotions- there is a fear underneath at how easily you can control me, every part of me. The instinct for self-preservation kicks in, albeit a bit late. I can't think, can only react.

My outside leg thrashes, I manage to twist enough to half-flip on my side. Thinking to roll and yank my arms and gain freedom, nearly tasting it, your leg and hand hooking and flipping me back leaves me stunned. Your fingers dig into the curve of my hip, your leg is a thick weight over both of mine. You angle over me more, filling my vision, and I turn my head, not wanting vulnerability- complete, at this point- to show on my face as well as my prone body. The hand pinning my wrists releases, slides, tipping my face to yours. Your mouth crashes onto mine, your tongue demanding entrance and compelling a response. Hot and deep, your kisses taking me under, sliding me back through those sharper emotions until I am left with only need and desire.   Until I have accepted, and acknowledged, and settled.

Your fingers are gentle now, teasing, tracing the curve of my ear, flicking over each nipple, stroking the back of each knee. Pleasure is there, under that still-burning need, gentler and broader. Rising and falling, building the ache again. Your mouth on my shoulder, my neck, your lips and teeth and tongue driving me crazy. Your name falls easily from my lips, in benediction and supplication, carried on increasingly louder moans. 

Hips undulating against the mattress, rising and falling in a rhythm. Aware of your arousal pushing against my thigh, aware of your elevated heartbeat when I skim my hands over your shoulders, down the sinewy length of arm, sliding around your waist to stroke over your back. 

Raising up slightly, skimming my lips over your collarbone, your neck. Sinking my teeth lightly into your shoulder, my hands stroking down so my fingers can bite lightly into the tight curve of your ass. Hearing that half laugh, half growl evens me out, steadies me. 

Entices me.

Running my hands over you, thrilling to the feel of smooth hot skin and rippling muscles. Feeling your heart kick, your body quiver when my fingers curl around you, find you hard and thick and throbbing. I manage to push you back, rolling us over, straddling your waist, looking down at you again. Watching your eyes glaze slightly when I wriggle backwards, teasing us both when you graze against my wet heat. My fingers curl lightly around your wrists, pinning them against the bed. 

I know, we both know, that I have this measure of control only because you allow it.

Dipping my head, pressing damp open-mouthed kisses across your chest, flicking my tongue out to curl against each of your nipples in turn, feeling them pebble. Your hips press upward against me, I rock backward slightly, feeling you slide fully against me. Both of us groaning in unison.

Lifting my hips up, leaning low and kissing you deeply, nipping lightly at your bottom lip before I take you in slowly. Levering myself up, my thigh muscles quivering with the tension of holding myself off of you. 

"Kyle." I don't know what else to say, can't remember what I was going to say.

Your eyes meet mine, half lidded. Your hands curl around my hips, holding me steady. "Take me in, Gaelyn." Your hips lift slightly, your hands press down. "All of me."

My breath hisses out when I do, lowering myself onto you, feeling you fill me. Your groan echoes, hums through me. My hips lift, fall, rock forward, then back as I take you deep. Deeper. Your fingers dig into my waist, slide up over my breasts, squeezing, lifting, kneading, then back to my hips, curving inward. Lifting me up, pulling me back down to you, back on you. Guiding both of us, controlling the sensations. Your thumb rides against my clit, making me shudder violently. Coupled with the friction of you inside me, I am hurtling fast towards completion, but stop just short. Straining, riding you, my hips shifting as I take you in, angling for better sensation. Dropping my head back, my hair swishing over my shoulders and down my spine, bringing my hands up to cup my breasts, layering sensations. Seeking, desperately, trying to coax my body into that release. My skin is tight, so tight, my head is fuzzy, but my senses sharpened. I can smell my own arousal, now the scent of sex. Your skin, your sweat, mine. The slap of skin against skin, the very faint thud of you slamming into me that is more felt than heard. The heaving of breath, the moans of both of us. The steady pleas that are wrenched out of me, the answering growls and grunts from you. Hot skin brushed with cooler air, the coarse texture of your hair and skin under my thighs and hands, the smoother sheets under my knees. The taste of you still in my mouth, my lips swollen and bruised and needing more. Heat prickling in the soles of my feet, that first indicator, and crawling up my legs, making them shake. Fingers grasping and gripping, eyes heavy lidded and blurred with pleasure.

Focusing on you, the hard thick length of you filling me, sliding against me, pounding upwards as I thrust down. Catching a glance in the mirror, I turn my head, watching myself, watching your cock disappear inside me, seeing your heels dug in and hips raising, my breasts bouncing, cheeks flushed, my skin marred with the red and pink prints from your hands earlier. 

The pleasure is nearly a pain, the sweet aching pressure blooms, coursing just under my skin. Pounding at me, ready to drown me. Closing my eyes, concentrating, I barely feel you shift. Your hands ease around my throat, the distinct metallic click makes my eyes fly open. I watch your hand wrap around the leather strap as if in slow motion. You pull, the strap tugging on the thick leather band you fastened around my neck, drawing my upper body down. The change in pressure, the angle of the friction sets me trembling all over. You pull me down, so close your lips are nearly brushing my lips, your eyes boring into mine. 

"I own you. I control you. I take what I want. "Your voice is thick, almost slurred, and broken. "I give what I want. You will give me what I want." Your hips drive harder up into me, my hands can only cling to your shoulders now. "Give." 

I am not sure if you are speaking the words or if they are there in my head, in your eyes. I only know that they fill me.

"Give, Gaelyn. Give it to me." You thrust up, hard. "Now."

Hard. Fast. With dizzying speed I am flooded, drowned in sensation, rocketing over the edge and flying high and fast. I think I scream, or maybe that is just in my head. My whole body seems to thrum with your name, every cell giving over to you. Locked in your eyes, lost in the sensation, some small part of me registers the way your eyes harden, then go blind. My body greedily accepts you, milking you. Still spasming around you, feeling you fill me, that hot wet rush of your own pleasure that sends me into another long tremble. 

Collapsing on you, weak. My hand lifts to the leather band around my throat, almost in disbelief. My fingers, shaking, fumble, release the catch. It tangles in my hair as I pull it away, the pain is sharp and bright. I yank, quickly unwind it from your hand, toss it in the direction of the corner. Not sure what my actions just prove, I slide from you, and all too quickly find myself pinned under you as earlier. 

"More. Again."

I try to shove at you, too weakly. "No Kyle...I can't...."


Owned



"Dammit, you will give me more." 

You are already stroking me into another orgasm, that easily and that fast. Your fingers pressing into me, finding that sensitive spot, easing over it. In heartbeats you have me writhing, twisting, hips bucking, crying out one long keaning moan that can only be described as animalistic and, in my own head, completely embarrassing. Keeping me right there, riding out the edge of the storm long and hard and full steam ahead. Making me flail, jump, beg and plead. One hand driving me, owning me, your other forearm pressing down on my forehead, allowing me no escape and no room to maneuver away from you. 

Forcing me to take more from you.

To take all that you are giving. 

To give.

Trembling and spent, sunk into a near exhaustive state, my mind completely empty of everything. Your hand on my head shifts, strokes into my hair, winding a handful around and between your fingers. The hand between my legs lifts, you bring it to my mouth. Your finger tip, drenched in moisture strokes over my lips, then between.

"Open." Your fingers slide in. "Taste."

Myself, you. The combination potent and, to my mind right then, near-deadly. I cannot open my eyes, cannot even drum up enough energy to draw my legs together when you repeat the movements twice more, scooping from me and then feeding the blend of my release and yours. 

I feel your eyes on my face after I have licked your fingers clean, can feel your brain click on. My eyes open, focus, my head turns and I meet your gaze.

Your fingertip slides over my neck and throat, and I nearly lift my hand to check and see if I had really removed that collar, or if it had been there at all. I can still feel weight, almost substance. I shiver as you speak, your voice quiet and clear.

"It is still there, Gaelyn. You can take it off, throw it, hack it to pieces, burn it. You can try all you want to deny the claim. But you and I both know, it is still there."



Owned



Dear Master --

I am so horny tonight that I cannot think of anything but you. I can't help but fantasize about last Wednesday. My hand keeps teasing my nipples, taunting them like you did. 

I keep thinking about how your hand was buried so deep in my pussy. The image of you lying flat on my bed, one hand casually behind your head as you looked up at me with affection and lust as your hand plunged in and out of my cunt. And me, on my knees, pale soft thighs spread, uncontrollably fucking your hand, rocking back and forth, feeling drunk with pleasure.

You like me like that. Willing. Wanton. Letting go of everything and cumming over and over and over. 

I like it like that. I like when I am behaving slutty and whorish, and you just smile and tell me how pretty I am.

After you fisted me, I craved your cock. I asked you for it, hopeful and expectant. Some women don't like giving blow jobs, but I do. I especially love pleasuring you because it makes me feel like I am worshiping you with my mouth. It is heaven to wrap my lips around your cock and slide your thick meat down into my throat. I realized during my early training (I know I am still in training, but right at the start) that what you like most is not suction and licks, but to fuck my throat. I have learned how to get you as deep as I can, swallowing your cock down, knowing I have it right when a moan escapes your lips. I time my breathing carefully, knowing the longer I can keep you down my throat the better you like it. My body is yours to use. My wet drooling pussy tells me so.

I never know if you really realize how far I am willing to go with you at the helm, that I happily, easily give my body over to the pleasures and games you lead me through. When I'm deep in it, I will do anything for you. I'm both afraid and turned on by the idea that you may test that notion.

I know that you long to see me with other lovers. I confess I have been thinking about it.

I have, for example, thought about how it would please you if I fucked your wife, let the two of you share me, how I might please you by pleasing both of you. How it would feel to glide my tongue down her slit, what she might taste like. I wonder if you would fuck me from behind as I ate her, your cock sliding deep into my pussy, pushing into my womb, rocking there until I start to tongue fuck her.

...Or perhaps I could be a fucktoy for your friends. Two weeks ago, when you whispered the idea in my ear while your favorite toy was buried deep in my cunt, as the waves of pleasure overcame me and my nipples stood out large and taunt and hard , I started imagining your friends in your bonus room, sitting and drinking casually, chatting while I was strapped face down to your sex wedge, my wrists bound in my favorite leather restraints (you know, the ones I never want to take off) -- and my round ass pushed up artfully in the air, freshly pink from a spanking, followed shortly thereafter with a paddling. I know you would feel very proud when you showed my juicy, dripping cunt to the other men, proof of my sexual submission. Soon one man would fill my mouth, while another my cunt. My ass would be left alone, but for some minor fingering, because, as we both know, my ass belongs to you and only you.

But last Wednesday, I was all yours. You fucked me so many times I lost count of my orgasms. I would happily have fucked you all night, despite the fact I knew I had to be at work in the morning and that I would be a wreck all day if I did not sleep. But I didn't care. Your mouth, your cock, your hands, your delightfully perverse mind are far more interesting and compelling than a single night's sleep.

One day, I wish we could spend an entire weekend together. I hope to be bound through most of it. I hope you would let me wear my collar and that you would pull on the chain when your cock was deep in me, reminding me one more way that I am Owned. That I am Yours. You would fuck me wherever, whenever you wish. Perhaps you would fuck me at home, followed by sex in the park (perhaps in front of strangers) or a fucking on one of the black leather couches at your favorite sex club downtown. 

I know that when you weren't fucking me, your hands would casually assault my nipples, as they did on Wednesday when I would ask for a brief rest before more. Your fingers always twist and turn, varying my world between pain and pleasure, all the while making my pussy hungry for more fucking.

I'm doing it again -- pinching my nipples as I write this. I'm grateful it is allowed. My cunt is wet and the juice is soaking into my panties. I need to submit. Please write back soon.

Yours,

Tabitha



Owned



He brushed the hair away from my neck and traced a finger up and down my bare shoulder. I giggled as he whispered flirtatiously into my ear. 

"You look...delicious tonight," he chuckled. I smirk and lay my hand on his thigh where it squeezes him eagerly. 

Everyone's breath reeked of alcohol. Their actions show they've all quenched their thirsts. Half naked people just stumbling over poor unconscious souls. Garments are thrown all over the backyard. Loons are attempting to dance with the blasting music. Complete chaos. 

I felt him pull away as we see her approaching our picnic table with their drinks. Both of us girls exchange smiles. She hands him his poison as I take the last sip out of mine. She sits on the other side of him and lays a deep one on him. She holds his hand as they pull away from each other. She smiles, blushing. 

"Nadia, baby. I could just take you right here," he says through gritted teeth. He wraps his arms around her as she leans her back against his chest. 

I roll my eyes as I get up and sit across the table of them. I sigh and casually look around as my foot slips out of its sandal. It creeps slowly up his leg. He tenses up so slightly it's barely noticeable. But I know. I chuckle to myself. With her still looking away from him he gives me the most devious smile. Slower and slower. Closer and closer until I'm caressing his inner thigh. He clears his throat and shifts a little. 

I've got you now.

My foot gradually presses firmly into his groin. He inhales sharply and lets out a slow sigh. She looks up at him and they smile at each other. When she turns away he widens his eyes at me to stop. I raise a sly eyebrow at him. 

Who are you to tell me to stop?

I slowly rub up and down. I can feel his sex hardening. His eyes roll back slightly and look at me. I playfully bite my lip as I quickly get up and start making my way towards the house. I hear a faint "I'll be back, baby," as I move swiftly through the crowd of random drunks. I strut through the door, my eyes fixed forward. 

Poor little lost puppy. Following me desperately...

I walk through the hallway and make a sharp left turn onto the stairs. I lean my back against the wall and prop one foot up on the wall behind me. I clasp my hands just above my stomach and look at the floor in silence. The black widow waits for her prey to fly into her web. I hear his footsteps frantically coming closer until they suddenly stop. Shuffling. He slowly turns the corner and his feet come into view. 

I keep my head down as my eyes slowly move up his body. Up his neck and finally meeting his eyes. I stare at him roguishly, hypnotizing him. I begin to move up the stairs, taking my time. He follows. We reach the second floor and I make my way down another hallway. An impish smile spreads across my face as I hear him, still following. I reach a door and turn in his direction. My tantalizing gaze draws him nearer. 

My voice—as low and seductive as my dress, "Come here, Nathan." He walks up to me and I grasp at his shirt pulling him in, kissing him hurriedly. 

I slam him up against the door as he reaches for the knob. We continue kissing each other wildly as I struggle to lock the door behind me. We make our way to the center of the room, making sure we touch each other in as many places as possible. Lips still locked. I push him mercilessly onto the four post bed. Silk-like fabrics cling to the posts. 

I straddle his waist as I literally rip his shirt open. Biting at his chest, scratching at his stomach. His hands violate me. I slap them away. He chuckles, amused. I pull his shirt off and toss that aside. I frantically unbuckle his belt and unzip him, pulling his pants down and tossing them aside as well. His desire, begging to be released from his suffocating undergarment. I leave them as is. 

I pull back slowly, sitting up on top of him. He begins to sit up. I push him down harshly and stare down at him. His bare chest rises and falls quickly, panting for more of me. I reach up and pull down one of the silk sashes. Then another, and another, until I have four of them in my hand. I take one and force a wrist above his head, tying it to the adjacent bedpost. His other wrist, likewise. His arms spread wide apart now as he smiles broadly at me. "Ooo, you're a kinky thing," he chuckles. 

I only chuckle back in reply. I do the same for his ankles, bounding him nice and tight. I go to his pants on the floor and pull out a handkerchief. I make my way back towards him, taking my time as he watches me obsessively. I tickle the small fabric up his chest and he lets out a little laugh. I lick up his neck to his earlobe and lightly nibble him there. His eyes roll back as he lets out a groan. 

My voice lowers. "You know what's so good about this?" I slowly lick at him once more. 

He shivers excitedly, "What?" 

I lower my voice even more, barely a whisper, "You won't get in our way..." 

He begins to speak, "Wha-," and I cut him off, shoving the handkerchief into his mouth. I look down at him and smile. His muffled screams are barely heard. I move in between his legs, kneeling as I look down at him. I pull down his briefs a bit and let his cutie free. I giggle as I give it a soft, playful slap. I lean forward a bit, give him an airy smooch and scurry off the bed. He continues to cry out desperately. I fix myself up a bit before going out, leaving the door wide open for someone to discover him. 

I walk happily pass everyone, nearly skipping as I make my way through the front door and onto the sidewalk where she waits for me in her car. I stop where I am as we exchange smiles once more. I get into her car and shut the door. We look at each other in silence at first. We suddenly burst, laughing hysterically. 

I gain some control, mocking the bound puppy as I say, "Nadia, baby. I could just take you right here!" We laugh and I give her a fiery kiss as she slams on the gas. 

Her engine drowns out the sounds of our laughter in the still night air. 



Owned



I'm a little excited I am waiting in line for my last physical before we are released from school. I'm eighteen though my actual birthday was three days ago, they only release the adults from the boarding school on Fridays. There are signs all over talking about what us gals have to look forward to. There is still one sign warning about things to look out for in your prospective owner however. None of them are exactly things you would want in the man fucking you anyway.

I mean seriously why would you want a man with no bathing habits on top of you let alone nearby. There is a worse one, rather long detailing signs of a murderer which is scary in and of itself. Moving forward in the line I see another sign, this one about the glories of our not really anymore new society. Granted there is no crime anymore since they managed to get machines capable of producing food and mining for us, and the space program is finally getting to the point of actually moving people to new planets.

You would think life is perfect wouldn't you, well in a lot of ways it is. The mining on other planets has allowed Mars to be populated with a breathable atmosphere. There is no crime as mentioned there are still serial killers hence the sign warning about things to look out for, the cure for the hormonal balance responsible for it is in the testing phase at least. There is one part of life that could be improved however, namely for women.

Women never have to pay for anything, you would think no one would with machines doing food and mining except well you are wrong. Men devised a way to remove all STD's which is a great thing of course, they also devised a way to make woman crave cock. Not all women and some men of course crave cock somehow all of the advances in science did not remove homosexuality. So women have been reverted to a sort of slave cast even the super smart ones, they do scientific studies or well whatever they were interested in doing still, but they also are treated with the chemicals that render them subservient to men.

It isn't all bad of course women are allowed to choose a man to service multiples are possible though there is a catch. Women serving more than one man are serving all men. They give you a collar to wear and any man asking is to be presented with your pussy, mouth, or ass. There are leeways of course if you have just finished shopping and are loaded down you cannot be asked. On a man's arm you are also not to be asked, though you are obligated to present your body for touching.

In my case the best part is simply a woman is free to choose when she stops servicing any particular man, so long as he is not in the middle of sex with you. It is the best part in my case because my chosen man is still in school he is a year behind me. Which is also the funny part, his birthday was the day before mine men stay in school until they are nineteen and finish training for their chosen task. My chosen man is Marcus, a beautifully chiseled strong man with lovely brown hair blue eyes and a deep voice.

My musings on my chosen man and wishes he was a year older than I am fade away as the orderly comes by to collect my clothes. I am nervous as I step up to the tattoo machine, Bridget ahead of me turns back to tell me it doesn't hurt that bad. I put my hand on the clasp and watch my arm get pulled into the machine it asks for sex with men I say yes, sex with women I have to think on for a second or two then say no.

There are some groans at my answer, I do not know why but a lot of the women in my age range find me very attractive. I do not get it I am only five foot even my breasts are not that large, large enough as Marcus would say. I have flame red hair that is never orderly and my nose is a little large on my face. Not to mention the freckles, when they passed a freckle wand over me it hit me about a billion times. I groan at the pain of the needles it moves fast at least, I am tattooed with the little sign generator in about five minutes.

It really is a marvel of technology it is simply a tattoo that puts a sign in your arm. Currently mine says available as does everyone getting out today, once I find my chosen sex partner it changes to owned. Not that a woman is particularly owned, we can leave whenever we want it is still the term they use. Next station changes the sign on my arm to owned, I tap it twice then run my finger across it to show available. Safety feature to be sure the darn thing works, if it does not once you stick your arm in the next station it erases and tattoos you again.

At the next station I get asked if I am sure on my choices. There are a number of calls for me to change to yes and yes for fun. I affirm I am sure with my choices and move on, for fun is a snake's nest. Anyone who says yes and yes for fun means their second yes, whether for men or women means they are only half owned, any one of the second sex can ask for and are obligated to receive sex with you the same way as multiples. I am somewhat interested in women but not nearly enough to warrant going through life like that. When I reach the second to last station I am very nervous, this is where they make us needful of cock, pussy or both.

I sit on the chair like protrusion as asked put my feet where indicated and hands then squeak when I am locked in place. The machine makes noise as it adjusts for me Bridget just ahead is about eight inches taller. It takes a sample of my blood out of my palm then slides a vibrator into my pussy and ass. I'm not enjoying this very much until the vibration starts.

Moaning in no time the machine beeps then sticks me with a needle. Expecting to feel weird or something I take the card it sticks out at me and get up. Bridget looks at me and I notice she has a slightly desperate look to her.

"I didn't react quite as fast to the vibrators so it I guess gave me something to make me want sex a lot more. I really want to get out of here and fucked, I am surprised you didn't choose both, everybody knows you kissed Megan on a semi regular basis."

"What everybody does not know is Megan wants to get out of here and with her chosen girl. She just happens to be a redhead and short like me, I am interested in women but not really all that much. I took pity on her and her begging, took a week." Bridget laughs then follows the guide into the question rooms.

"Maya you are just a tease and you know it." Marge says from behind me.

"Well yes that to but darn it I am very sure on my choices. I am not interested in women enough for fun or to be owned by." I say turning around and pinching her nipple.

The guide comes back and beckons Marge and I to follow her. Marge goes into the first door on the right, I go to the last door in the hallway. I move in and sit down in a very comfortable chair that dwarfs me.

"This is just a formality you understand. Maya are you sure you wish to stick with your choices for the next ten years?" 

"Yes I am sure, I find women interesting and attractive, right now however all I can think of is men, one in particular."

"Yes Marcus he is in for one more year, in fact he gets out in exactly three hundred sixty five days." The man behind the desk is looking at a monitor sticking out of the desk.

"Yes I am desperate to be in his arms finally. I know I will have to make do until then."

"If you can't choose a man in the ones waiting for you choose one of the men released later today, if you have not chosen anyone by midnight you will accept anyone who speaks with you. I also need to remind you that two women serving the same man are counted as multiple lovers and get a collar to wear. It might interest you to know that two women can partake of each other for the enjoyment of their men. Let's see, since you have not chosen women you do not get the eyepiece. Are there any questions?"

"I have one actually, I found games to be of interest and would not mind helping design them. Is there anyway to do so without finding a game designer to be owned by?"

"Well of course, let me put your information in, once you have found an owner you will be contacted by at least one company. I will remind you here you will not earn money, neither will your owner from you but it will be something to do all day while he is working. Oh it says here the sciences were showing interest in you, are you sure you wish to do games?"

"Yes, I only showed interest in science because I wished to see games move into a full body experience. I know it is under development but the science involved is a little much for me. Brings to mind one more question, would I be asked to provide sex while working on games?"

"According to this you showed great promise in sciences but games it is. Now as for sex it is not required, it also does not alter your ownership if you partake within the confines. There are beds and other surfaces provided for these purposes any man or woman may ask, if you are interested you are free to engage in sex. You likewise can do the asking. Now remember there are equality laws, no one company can employ more than one half of it's work force as female, most are a little favored of men so you may have your pick of companies to join. Since women do not get paid most companies hire as many as they need in men then accept women to produce things faster. Alright we are finished, with one last item. You will not receive a phone, they have made advances and now there are little bars on every building and every room. You will see them once you leave any person wishing to speak with another simply touches the bar then says a name. Oh I almost forgot, you are a woman now, when you get hungry go to any restaurant or store and you will be free to take whatever you wish. If you are owned your owner will be charged the price, you also get free games of the ones made by the company you choose. Any other games you should ask your owner, he will be free to return at any time any reason."

"Oh dang, that brings up another question, what if I had chosen women only?"

"You are bright, in that case you become listed as a man and you would be paid for your job. Yes I know that means two women being paid for their work, they also make less than a regular man would so it equals out. Same with men who choose only men, they both get paid and make half as much unless one does not work. Which is boring I am sure, if you decide to say yes to both in ten years you would not receive payment unless you decide to be owned by a woman. Now if there are no more questions simply go out the door behind me."

I get up and go giving him a smile and getting one in return as I go. Marge and Bridget are standing in the hallway as I go through the door. The three of us fall into step comparing results.

"I chose only men and asked for games." Bridget says first making me gasp and give her a hug.

"I chose the same." I say without really needing to.

"I chose only women and games, isn't that a kick in the butt. Here's the good part, I am of interest in games so I get my pick of all of them and I will be called first I am sure. If you two want I can put in a good word for you with the same company and we can work together." Marge says making us both gasp.

"Yes you can help me with my problem areas." I say making Marge laugh.

"Are we talking sexual preferences or games?" I pinch her nipple again getting Bridget to laugh.

"I'm curious, where is the eyepiece?" Bridget asks at the door out.

"Oh they put it in the eye, trust me it's painless. Makes life easier for me and calls, I can see the screen in my eye. You two have a bright little mark on your arm, as do I when I look."

"Yeah but we are not men now either." I say poking at Marge.

Laughing we all exit the school then pause off to the side to let our eyes adjust to the light. There are a large number of men and woman standing around waiting for us to move closer. When we do Marge waves and heads for the women, Bridget and I head for the men. A few men touch me, one even puts his finger inside of me and brings me to an orgasm but none wish to own me besides a few older men that I decline. Explaining I do not have a wish to be owned by a man old enough to father my parents I go and sit on a handy table and bench. After a little while Bridget comes over and sits with me.

"I had a few interested, but none wished me to work, makes you wonder what they taught them in school."

"I know the feeling I only had a few older men interested in me. Which is fine if you like them old enough to have fathered your parents but so not for me."

We both watch as Marge walks over with a redhead on her arm. Bridget teases me about Marge wanting me, which gets me to laugh. Marge with me when she gets close enough and is let in on the joke.

"So misguided women this is my owner and I hers. Her name is Penelope, Penelope these are my future coworkers Maya and Bridget. Listen I got an offer already well several, the company I picked has agreed to hire you two as well. You will get the information as soon as you find an owner and go home. My condolences on not finding one already, the men are let out in two hours go find a place to eat. We would join you but we are going home to consummate."

"Great, just in case one or both of us get other offers which company?" I ask getting a nod from Bridget.

"Oh right I forgot, you should not receive other offers though in case there were offers being made already. The company is called Shadowlight they are new and only have one game out but they are looking to make even more and doubling their workforce. The man on the phone sounded positively thrilled when I said you two hired with. Maya you are apparently the talk of the gamers, imagine an interest of sciences choosing games." Marge says getting Bridget and Penelope to stare at me open mouthed.

"I was interested in science to see about making games full body experience. I know it is in development, games though are my interest, well games and Marcus on top of me. Bridget could you eat?"

"I could yes, no point in sitting around here we have been declined by or declined the men here already. Besides maybe we can find an owner at the restaurant."

"Try out the bar there is a map search feature that will float along with you if you ask."

We follow Marge's advice we go over to the bar on the building nearest to us. After a little discussion on what we want to eat we follow the directions of the floating box it is a fast trip at least. It is a full restaurant with servers surprising us a little. Many of the men inside look at us as we come in, a server comes over then directs us to sit at a bar section for the available. I am a little surprised when I end up sitting next to a man.

"Hello there I am Maya I just got out today." I say holding my hand out to him.

"Hello to you I am Jantos. So men only for you and your friend, why are you both unowned still?" He says his voice is really quite nice, deep like Marcus getting me interested in him.

"Hello I am Bridget, I had guys who didn't want me to work Maya had older men only offering."

"Hello to you as well Bridget. Work you say, what are you interested in doing?"

"Games for the both of us, we already have a place lined up. With Shadowlight, our friend is women only and of interest to games so was contacted already, we were part of the hiring of her." I answer for us scooting a little closer to him.

"I get the feeling you are interested in me."

"I am yes for the year, I have a man chosen for me he however is my age so is in school for one more year. You have his voice and I admit I could live with a man who has my chosen's voice for a year."

"Tempting I admit, however I am more interested in your friend Bridget. I do know someone who happens to be at work, I took off early to get a look at the new gals, got hungry and stepped in here first. Let me make a call I think you will like him."

Jantos gets up and goes to the bar along the wall, I look to realize there is no bar on the bar only the walls. A server comes over to take our order, Bridget and I decide on what we want. While Jantos is still talking on the phone Bridget trades seats with me. When he comes back he is smiling even bigger than he was on the way over.

"Oh good you are interested Bridget. My friend and hopefully yours as well is on the way. He's taking a taxi to be here sooner, seems he is hungry as well so rather good timing on our part."

"I'm curious, do you men need to find an owner before midnight or is that just us women?"

"Just you women, at least part of the rules was written by a guy I am sure. We don't get the chemicals either, just women at least some of the women. I notice Maya you are not as forward as Bridget is being." Jantos says with a smile, Bridget has put her hand in his lap and is idly playing with his cock.

"During the exit of school we end up sitting in a station that clamps us down and checks us with vibrators. I reacted very quickly, Bridget on the other hand was slower she was decidedly anxious for sex after. I'll have to remember to ask Marge if she got a shot as well."

"I suppose now would be a good time to tell you both we are coworkers. Ah my food is here, I was starting to think it was forgotten."

His food is here looking and smelling really good, the server assures Bridget and I that our food will be here soon. Bridget and I watch Jantos eat for a moment until he remembers we are sitting there.

"Sorry I am hungry. Maya if what I was shown is correct you are so going into coding. Bridget you I'm not so sure about, your coding was good, your art was the same so I guess I am going to ask what you want to do."

"I want to do art, I like sound but art is really what I like best. I get a sense of satisfaction out of putting a tree there and a rock here and connecting it with grass and dirt."

"That sounds good to me, though not what we are doing with our next game. It's a space adventure so not much in the way of trees or dirt. Oh hey Mikael, this is Maya the one for you hopefully and this is Bridget she's become attached to me." Jantos says the last up to the man who has put a hand on his shoulder.

I look up at him and drool, I admit it he is very handsome in a rugged sort of way. His nose is crooked a little, he has a little shadow on his chin and his eyes are a piercing jade green. His close cropped hair is almost black and he has muscles everywhere. He comes over and puts a finger under my jaw to close my mouth.

"Hello Maya, I am becoming very glad I agreed to Marge's condition. I am interested in taking you home if you are interested in going." His voice is deep as well, not as deep as Marcus or Jantos but very nice.

"Yes, the sooner the better." I reach out and stroke him loving the size he is reaching in my hand.

"Eat first then consummate." Jantos says as the server comes back with Bridget and my orders.

Mikael orders for himself then prompts me to eat. I do after giving him a little I don't know where that thought came from. Neither does Bridget, when she asks I have to shrug.

"I always thought it was part of the training you receive in school. Though if neither of you knows why it must be part of the chemicals or it's not just chemicals you are injected with. In any event women let her owner eat first, old form of etiquette I suppose." Jantos says making me understand why I fed Mikael, not feeling better of course just knowing.

Jantos and Mikael have to get Bridget and I to stop stroking their cocks twice while we eat. Bridget and Jantos finish eating before we do they look at me to see if they can go consummate, I look at Mikael he waves them off with a laugh. I can't help but whimper a little, I really want to go consummate my relationship. Mikael gives me a hug then has me help him finish his meal. When he finishes finally he practically pulls me out of the restaurant, he has longer legs than I do.




Owned



He asks if I want a taxi or to walk, home is about five miles. I opt for the taxi which is a good idea, one falls out of the sky in seconds. We scramble inside, or rather Mikael gets in then I follow and get in his lap. I have no idea why I did that, I was quite eager to get in first then I help him get in. I have to admit in his lap is very nice his cock rises to the occasion under me and leaves me a little breathless. Not to mention quite eager to get to the part where he fucks me.

I would move about and get him inside of me right now except something is holding me back. A quiet unease that I need to be home with him first, the taxi driver looks back at me and chuckles.

"Don't worry almost there, and you must be just out the look of confusion on your face screams it. When you find an owner you have to do him first in the privacy of your new home or you become public property for I forget if it is six months or one year. They don't tell you girls because it is part of the shot they give you. I don't know everything on it, but let's just say the chemicals are not entirely chemicals. You will have feelings on doing or not certain things. This includes sex if you work part of the program or whatever you want to call it practically demands sex at least once a day, you get asked for sex enough times and you can't say no at work. OK we are here go on and enjoy your new owner."

Feeling quite confused on this new information and a little hesitant to work I get out of the taxi first. Mikael picks me up and carries me into the building, then onto the elevator. It is a fast trip up at least, twenty floors and we are out of the elevator along a short hallway. Paying attention on where he is taking me, I will need to know this since this is now my home, I am taken to the door on the right. Inside is a little spacious there is a sofa and love seat facing the wall with no bar on it. A dining room table and chairs occupy the other side of the room with a food assembly built into the wall.

Mikael leads me to the bedroom with a bathroom connecting he puts me on the large bed. I am instantly on my back with my legs spread beckoning to him very eager to finally have my owner take me. Mikael climbs on the bed and me I welcome him inside with as much eagerness as I can manage. Feeling complete now, I move under him as he starts to move above me. His cock is a wonderful thickness and the length fills me right up.

In no time I am moaning his name as his pistoning cock brings me to an orgasm. My legs and arms wrap around him to let me move with him even better than I was desperate for his juices. Mikael is doing his best to let me enjoy him inside of me, he doesn't go super fast and reach orgasm, and he doesn't go to slow. He takes a wonderful middle ground that has me racing up the hill to another orgasm. Not knowing where the need comes from I find myself begging him to fill me with his fluids.

Mikael looks a little surprised himself he speeds up to fulfill my wish though. I reach another orgasm under his fast moving piston cock my moans are getting on the loud side of things when Mikael finally gives me what I need. His cock swells up a little and floods me with his hot fluids, Mikael is groaning above me, I am moaning out my orgasm as his hot fluids fill me. He collapses over me a little on the tired side I suppose my hips keep moving wishing to have more of his fluids.

"Please is there anywhere else you wish to have me?" I ask him when he looks at me his cock hard again deep inside.

Mikael grabs me up in his arms and walks us into the other room. Sitting down on the sofa he turns me around then asks for lesbian porn. I wish to move atop him watching these beautiful women enjoying each other, yet I am held back. Instead I rotate my hips watching a rather buxom brunette go down on an equally buxom blonde enjoying the porn and the hard cock so incredibly deep inside of me.

I give out a happy sigh when Mikael puts his hands to my hips and moves me up and down on him. I squeak when he speeds me up so I am moving up and down on him very fast. So fast in fact my small breasts are hurting a little with the motion, I put my hands up and cup my breasts. Soon after protecting my breasts from pain I reach an orgasm followed closely after by Mikael. I am left tired now leaning against Mikael watching the blonde use an attachment to fuck the brunette loving the feel of his fluids in me.

Mikael says phone, then last call return making me wonder who called. My answer appears in a moment the wall shows Jantos and Bridget sitting on a sofa. Bridget waves to me looking freshly fucked and rather happy I wave back not wishing to speak over my owner.

"That was seriously bad timing man we were enjoying a nice porn and sex, second time." Mikael says making Jantos laugh.

"Marge called she is wishing to look over the office and I figured you should come with Maya and we can get the walk through done with tonight instead of in the morning. We can also ask our gals about what they like I asked Bridget already she can only say what I like."

I wish to say that Bridget likes the action games best I like the strategy and the flying games. Instead I can only sit there and wait for Mikael to speak which makes me a bit on the oh this is bad side. Mikael looks at me for a moment then says we will be right over. Ending the call he pulls me up and heads for the door, then stops and looks around for a second he takes me over to the wall and searches for a few moments.

"Maya you are free to speak your mind." I let out a sigh at this I find I can speak to him.

"Oh thank you, I think right now all I am going to say is Bridget likes action games and I like the strategy and flying games."

"Now that is a coincidence, I like flying games myself and you will like our current project. Come on lets go I need to tell Jantos about that little command phrase."

We leave this time I give him my arm and walk beside him, he has to slow down teasing me about my short legs. As we walk along I notice a few people are wearing clothes, mostly a full body suit, one woman is wearing a dress with a collar around her neck. I look as we pass her now bent over being fucked hard by a man who asked for sex. The collar is rather thin and seems to just float around her neck in a light pink color.

"Besides the woman with the collar we just passed why are some dressed in a full body suit? Well alright her as well why is she wearing a dress?" I ask as we walk along mostly going in the opposite direction of everyone else.

"The full body suits are for those who do jobs where it is needed, mostly in sciences where they have not let machines do everything. The suit itself is worn under the protective gear so they do not need to clean the gear for the next man. The woman was wearing a dress because she is public property, if you had not waited you would have been given a dress to wear just like hers. The collar was pink because she only likes men, if it is blue or purple you can ask for sex with a public property."

"I guess they only tell men about certain things and leave out others. I really need to ask why did you have to give me a command so I can speak my mind?" I ask as we go up to a lift.

"New improvement as they call it, only started three weeks ago. Newly acquired property, seriously what they called it, are forbidden to do anything against your will including speak on things they like or dislike without first telling them they are free to speak their mind."

I spend the trip up being a little revolted and feeling sorry for the women who do not get a man who cares about what they like or dislike. All the way at the top floor, it was a long trip we get off to find Jantos and Bridget already here. I give Bridget a hug as Mikael explains the command to Jantos, Bridget looks very relieved at the news.

"Mikael now that I think on it, you searched without touching the box, I was able to see the box change. Does the eyepiece allow you to do things without touching?"

"Yes it is handy for searching, if you look at a specific thing for a moment it registers as a selection. They really should give one to everyone, makes life easier for say you men only women to find a man interested. The two of you have a little sign on your wrist saying men and owned. We each have a sign as well, it takes a little getting used to since you see signs on people behind people."

"I'm not sure it is needed, I had a feeling Jantos was interested. I think besides the whole turning us into a complete slave to you we just know when someone would be interested in owning us."

"Don't forget turning us into complete nymphos, I swear to you I wanted to be fucked until we came in here. I only did once with Jantos Marge called before we could do a second. I was desperate to find where else he wants to have me, I'm sure I will want sex again the instant we leave here." Bridget says looking a little uncomfortable at the prospect.

"Maya had the same need, I think we will need to search again, I'm not sure I could handle another time for a little while yet."

"I was happy with the two I guess it goes on a room basis, odd that I did not wish to in the bathroom."

"Our bathrooms are very small it is a toilet and a shower fit for one. The school bathrooms are larger because of the number of people there." Jantos says heading for the bar.

Mikael takes Bridget and myself to one of the work stations. There are two computers in the station he explains each station gets a man and a woman as the computers power up and starts up the game in development. I am quite happy with the game, it is a space adventure where you fly in space to different planets and do things on the planet.

I have to complain about the flight controls, they are a little dodgy. Jantos comes over with Marge, and Penelope. They watch us play for a little while listening to me complain about this feeling wrong or that not quite reacting quickly enough. Bridget on the other hand is complaining about some of the art of the game, especially when she gets on the planet.

"The game is still in development and we did hire you three to fix the problems. I suppose technically speaking we hired Marge and you two are here for fun." Jantos says chuckling at our complaints.

"Marge I wished to ask you, Bridget and myself got shots during our exit did you get shots?"

"Yes I did, it was explained to me I have a need for a woman. I am like you two in dire need of finding an owner before midnight or accept anyone who speaks to me. I am lucky in I did not get the restrictions you two did Penelope has them she was in the first group to get them. She went for both men and women and is the reason she was available today, she went with a man who had no cares about her wishes. If you are allowed to speak or not you still can leave your owner, it just took her a few weeks he was listening sometimes."

"He kept insisting on anal, I don't really like anal especially when he would just toss me down and do me. The restrictions made me move with him, they didn't however make me enjoy it." Penelope says watching Bridget play still.

"Here Penelope try the game, where would I be working at?" I say getting up and looking at Jantos.

"We are not really sure yet, we just got a bunch of stations in so it is a little up in the air. We can put you with Mikael if you wish."

"I'm not sure that is a good idea, I am living with him and his personal plaything. I think I would prefer to not sit next to him so I can enjoy the times I am under him better."

"I am going to agree with that, you remember what happened to Mitch and Andy." Mikael says making Jantos chuckle, the rest of us are confused. "Mitch and Andy work for us, they are both men only and were together, they sat next to each other everyday and lived together, they had a big fight right here in the office. They are quick to jump to sex with each other but are both single right now."

"I would want to avoid that for the obvious reason. Penelope what do you do?" I say looking at Penelope who is clearly enjoying the game.

"I don't work actually, why I latched on to Marge in part. She is a gorgeous woman and really good in bed and other places. I like to play games and handle the shopping. If it is alright I wouldn't mind stopping by sometimes, I'd be an avid game tester for you and I could get a little extra time with Marge."

"I don't see why not, most of the women we have are men only so pickings for Marge will be slim in office. Unless they are like Maya and just not quite interested enough. Speaking of which, Marge would you mind being at a station with Maya? You two are in similar tasks and it would make it easier since Marge you are tasked with the controls and Maya would be able to input the changes you make to the coding." Jantos says smiling at us.

"I can handle that Maya has different hair than Penelope so it's not like being with her all day."

"I don't know Marge is a man so I can't get any sympathy if Mikael does something I don't like." I say to a lot of laughs except from Mikael he groans.

Marge takes my hand and we go find a station for us, they are all black which causes a little annoyance on our part.

"I don't want my half of the station black, I'd rather have something nice like pink or red."

"I am agreeing with Maya except on the color, blue all the way."

"Well you two are in luck the stations are colorable, problem being it is all or nothing." Jantos says coming over and touching the station.

Marge and I bicker on the color for a while it ends up being a sort of tie between a dark red and a dark blue.

"If memory serves the stations can alternate colors so just input those two." Mikael says after he stops laughing.

Marge and I step back to watch as Jantos inputs the two colors. I look around to realize we picked one in the middle of the office. After a little experimenting with the speed of alternating we decide on five minutes creating a rather nice effect.

"I think we are rethinking the seating, if you women are so set on a certain color. I really think we get everyone in here in the morning and pair them off by color choices. One alternating station is fine, all of them will be a problem. Now unless there is another question I think we all head home, I have a gal to please in my living room before we get some sleep. Maya please remember to check the bar and accept the offer from us you are something of a hot commodity." I look at Jantos a little shocked then Mikael, he grins and points to a bar.

I walk over to the bar everyone following when I touch it, it lights up with a message report. I am shocked at this, I have some two hundred messages Marge groans she only received one hundred. I go through them, the first few are from companies wishing to hire me except it's not hire they make use of the term use our services for our mutual enjoyment. One company even offers pay for the work, which is a major don't do that, Jantos moves over a little ways and uses the bar to report it.

I come to Shadowlight and accept that one after Mikael shows me how deleting a number of the remaining. I still have some twenty messages, confused I move to those to find they are offers of ownership. Two are offers from men with a woman already, which I find has a certain appeal, the men we passed on the way here all looked nice. One is from Marge, she giggles when I look at her.

"I didn't know you would be that popular and I was not sure you would find an owner. Besides if you accepted me you would get a collar and be free to explore men at their leisure. Penelope thought it had merit for her as well, it works out fine she can come in here and explore men and I might be able to talk you into exploring with me."

"I think I would rather with Penelope." I pinch her nipple again.

"It can work that way?" Bridget asks looking a little worried.

"Yes an available woman after midnight accepts from anyone who offers, male or female no matter what her actual preference is. In the case of Maya with Marge and Penelope she would receive a collar and only be asked for sex by men. Penelope would get men and woman, and Marge would not receive a collar, she is the man. If Maya accepted an offer from Penelope, Marge would get a collar only getting asked from women. I do not understand why women are the only ones getting that restriction." Mikael says then takes my arm, we all head for the lift.

On the lift Bridget and I press close in to Jantos and Mikael, I notice that Penelope presses into Marge. Marge on the other hand simply stands there letting Penelope move in close to her.

"Marge I notice you are standing there like Mikael and Jantos, I thought you received the same treatment we did." 

"I did, the difference is I am the only one working between the two of us, I am the man of our relationship. If Penelope worked we would both stand like a man, as it was explained to me, two men together with only one working the not working man would press into the other when they go places like you are doing. Before you say anything, yes you are working and you are a woman with a man that overrides the working. If I stop working and Penelope works I would press into her."

"Wouldn't happen, I don't do anything but play games and shop because I wasn't very good at anything." Penelope says getting Marge to contradict her on that.

"What happens if Jantos here stopped working and I continued to work?"

"Bridget you would have to leave him, unless Jantos went to men he has to be the one working to make money between the two of you. It's rather different for us men, unless we go with men we have to work, we do not get the no cost food you women get when available." Mikael says making me glad to be a woman until I remember the owned by midnight part.

"Wait I don't remember Jantos giving Bridget the command and she's talking fine to us." I remember about the restriction when we are getting off the lift.

"I took her on the lift while you and Marge were deciding on which station. Commands do not work in the office, they are free zones to be yourself put in so women could work I think." Jantos says before he and Bridget move off toward their place.

Marge and Penelope discuss a taxi, finally agreeing on a taxi and calling for one. Mikael walks with me toward home, we see the public property woman again sitting on a low wall looking bored. When I ask Mikael nods and we walk over toward her, she smiles at us looking relieved to have something going on. There is barely anyone on the walkway now so she has likely been sitting on the wall for a while.

"Hello, I thought you looked in need of a conversation. I was curious as to why you are still here as well." I say as we get close enough to her.

"Conversation is nice, most of the men simply tell me to bend over or get on my knees. I am still here because they are late in picking me up, I called half an hour ago apparently there was a problem with the public property van. They told me to not call a taxi until an hour has passed from the call."

"My condolences on that, have you eaten lately? I find I could eat again and you are allowed to accompany a man into an eatery, there is one right over there." Mikael says getting me to grab at him a little tighter in happiness.

"Thank you, I haven't since about an hour before you two passed me earlier."

She gets up and we cross the walkway as we are going inside the eatery a taxi lands behind us. The driver gets out and comes over, he stops when he notices our public property friend.

"Shit Megan did the van break again?"

"Hi Ernie, yeah I got half an hour before I can call a taxi, these two were nice enough to invite me over here for food."

"Great let's eat, if your van doesn't arrive I'll drive you to the station. I rode in one of those machine taxis once, I think my puke is still in it."




Owned



The server puts us in a booth thanking Mikael for inviting her in, he doesn't have to now. We all order and away he goes, the Ernie looks at us for a minute then snaps his fingers.

"You were the two I drove home earlier today, told you about the public property law. Megan here is how I know about it, just about six months ago had her and her prospective owner in my taxi they got to sex and she was picked up at his place when I landed. Reminds me Megan is it six months or one year? I couldn't remember when I was telling them."

"I have six months it is a year if you do it on the walkways, I finish finally in five days now. We got a new girl in last month, she did it on the table outside the school, whole year standing around letting passerby fuck you. It's actually nice at first, I mean what's not to love handsome men telling you to bend your hot body over for them. Course the hot body part goes away after a month or two and you are left feeling like a piece of meat used and tossed aside."

"The collar and what comes with it is not sounding so good now." I can't help but shudder.

"Multiple collars are better, no dress so your not simply some toy to be used, I had a conversation with a woman who wore one. She liked it, said it's nice to have men and women look at her and come over for a piece of her. I think it is better if women can sample you as well, the men mostly tell me to bend over fuck me hard and fast and leave again. There is a both woman, and a woman only, they are both quite happy so I really think men see the collar and go oh boy a toy I can fuck."

"I'm a man only though I don't know it is a little tempting to get the collar and try it out. Likely I'm just getting horny, or being made horny. Those shots do more than they let on, Mikael here had to give me a command so I could talk after he fucked my brains out. Same with my friend Bridget, Marge of course being a woman only does not have that restriction. It's a new one from three weeks now and makes me wonder what will happen to the new release in a year or two."

"I get to hear about a lot of this stuff, right now there is talk of trying to repeal the public property law and simply letting women let whoever they wish in them no matter where they are. It is getting opposition, there is talk of making it so from release to one year you are public property under the rule as it stands. I think they want to get more public sex, there are not enough collars going around. Would not surprise me if you releases today were programmed to desire having a collar simply as an easier way of getting everyone happy." 

Our food arrives then, our server looks around then asks if he can sit with us. Mikael and Ernie say he can so he gets a chair and brings it over.

"I couldn't help catching your conversation and I am going to agree with Ernie, there are more men than women every week. It's getting hard to find one for yourself, I do wish I had gotten the day free you are gorgeous." He says looking at me, I smile at him and look down a little embarrassed and quite happy.

"If you can step out the men are still being released I think, probably be able to find a gal willing there." Ernie says looking at the clock.

"Most likely, the guys waiting for us wanted a woman who does not work, I am sure the women there now do work or are released today. A lot of us wanted to do things I was one of the earliest groups out."

Our server looks around and smiles, then frowns.

"Shoot Ernie I need your taxi and you are the only one who can drive it. I don't know anybody else here besides Megan and can't leave her in charge."

"I'll watch over things, Maya would yell at me if we left before Megan is picked up." Mikael says getting smiles all around the table.

Ernie and our server leave quick after that, Mikael goes and gets drinks for some of the people still here.

"Megan did you want to work or were you planning on being a stay at home?"

"I wanted to work but could not decide, I was torn between of all things, porn and server."

"Porn does have it's appeal, when I was being broken in we watched a lesbian porn and I admit I really liked the second time. First was in bed and it was lovely but watching two women enjoy each other and being fucked is better."

"That does sound nice, though I'm not sure I would like watching two women, no interest there for me."

"I only have a little interest, why I'm a man only. I probably will change in ten years when they let me. Say do you have an owner for when you finish?"

"I hope so, he swore he would wait for me, they don't let me use the bar except to call them."

"I hope so as well, though if you do not and can't find one call Mikael, I wouldn't mind a collar for a little while for a good cause. I work with him so I can get enough sex at work, not sure how you would get around without being fucked a lot though."

"It would be interesting to see how it is for the multiple collars, the one I spoke with never complained about men using her like a toy. He is handsome isn't he, perhaps we should ask him though he seems quite happy with you."

"I'm only his for a year, I have a chosen owner he is just the same age as I am so another year of school. If you have an owner set still I may see if they both want to own me the collar is really sounding good to me I can't figure out why."

"Perhaps it is as Ernie said and they put something in the shot. Though I admit I have an interest in trying the multiple collar. Ever since we started talking about collars in general. Perhaps there is a chemical in the food, would get more collars on the street if they added a chemical to the food we all eat."

Mikael comes over and sits down, I press into him feeling better and get a smile from him.

"Mikael Megan here should have an owner set when she finishes, if she doesn't I told her to call you. We both find the multiple collar sounds really good and we are not sure why. Perhaps something in the food is the best we can come up with."

"I think you are right, the woman over there was talking about it when I was getting them drinks. Maya are you sure about this though? I mean this is a big deal, you would have to share me."

"I know, it's just with the collar I would get sex to and from work and at work. I was even thinking if she has an owner still that I would ask you and Marcus if you would both like to own me for the collar."

Mikael looks a little lost for words, finally he just nods. We all look when Ernie's taxi comes back, Ernie, our server, and a blonde get out of the taxi. All three come over here, Ernie takes his seat again, the blonde takes our server's seat and he sees to the rest of the people.

"Maya is that you? I thought I would see you out there trying to get an owner, instead I find you here with an owner."

"Hi Madison, you look different with no clothes on. I got lucky with Bridget, we got turned down by the men looking when we got out, Marge found a redhead woman and got us a job so we went to eat and ran into our new boss who took Bridget and gave me to Mikael here."

"Dang, I wish I had been farther up the line with you, I got turned down as well I wanted to work and they didn't want that. I got fingered a lot though which was nice, that chair station made me into a total nympho. I suppose it all works out, Ervin there is very nice and he feels really nice in my hand. He even said he would get me a job here. I have to wait another two hours to consummate sadly, I really want to do that now. Ernie was nice enough to tell me what happens if I do, so I'm going to make do waiting."

"Megan I think it's been that half hour and your still here so I guess no van. When we finish eating I'll take you back." Ernie says to Megan, she smiles at him with a little bit of relief.

Mikael collects Megan's prospective owner's name then goes over to the phone. He stays over there for a while before coming back with a strange look.

"Well good news and bad news, Megan you have an owner and he is very intent on making you his officially. The bad news comes in he had to move, because you and him did not wait and the law was new he was unable to keep his job here. He found another across the continent so he can come pick you up, just not in time. You are going to be mine for about five days after you get out. He could not get an earlier flight, so you both get to try out the multiples collar for five days. I am going to ask both of you to go outside for sex at least once a day I'm not a machine."

Megan and I look at each then smile, I grab her hand and we both dance a little in the booth. Madison and Ernie watch us then start to laugh Mikael joins them in laughing when he sits down.

"I swear if I did not know better I would think you are both happy to be owned together so you can have sex together." Ernie says pointing his finger at us and shaking it.

"Well I would think about it, Megan is very cute and she makes me think of the Megan I helped pine for her woman in school. We are actually happy because she has an owner, and we are going to get to try out the multiples collar, it's been all we can think about since we came in here and started eating." I say getting a grin from Megan, Madison looks a little confused.

"Wait are you saying they put something in the food to make you want to have multiple owners?"

"It looks that way Maya was a little interested in the collar ever since we passed Megan earlier today getting fucked. Once we got our food it's almost all either one talks about." Mikael says making Ernie sit up and look at me.

"Wait, so Maya you were interested in the collar at your office?"

"Yes it was a passing interest it sounded nice wearing a collar and being fucked by anyone who asked. I think I am getting horny we've only twice today and that was breaking me in. Since we started eating however I really want that collar, deep down I know Mikael would take me to work and back. I still have images of me taking hours to get to and from work because of the guys fucking me it's rather hypnotic I suppose you could say."

"You know I'm starting to wish I was born a year earlier." Madison says looking rather worried.

"Oh that reminds me, Ervin come here for a second." Ervin comes over at Mikael's calling. "Ervin after you break in Madison you want to tell her Madison you are free to speak your mind. If you don't she will never really say anything and you will not know how she feels on anything. It's a new improvement for our property I shit you not that is how it is described."

"Oh dang, is that for all women that are released?" Ernie asks looking quite shocked.

"All women that are not women only yes, women only do not get the restriction, if they are men and women they get it. They put it in three weeks ago according to Marge her woman was in the first group to get it." I say Madison looks about ready to pass out.

"Megan let's go I need to leave a note for the taxi drivers, this is serious stuff we got here, a lot of new release take a taxi so we need to know everything, and that was not told to us."

Megan and Ernie get up Ernie heads out to his taxi Megan pauses to kiss Mikael. After a moment she leans over and kisses me putting a smile on my lips, she returns it then rushes out the door to get in the taxi. Ervin meanwhile has gone off to take care of the things left from the last leaving people. Before he went Ervin promises Madison that he will remember to say the command to her. He is gone for a little while, Mikael and I finish our meals, Madison takes a little from us and what is left from Megan and Ernie.

"I got permission to close an hour early so you two go on home and get to the sex. We are so going to do the same, Madison if you would help me clean up we can get to home and breaking you in faster." Ervin says when he comes back finally.

Madison is up and collecting the plates and assorted things on the table. Mikael and I go on outside then continue home, I at least am very happy at the prospect of having a collar even if it is only for five days. Once we are on the lift Mikael turns to look at me.

"Promise me you are not going to complain about getting a collar when we get to work in the morning. I only agreed to take Megan because you both were so eager to get a collar."

"I swear to you I am happy, I had fond thoughts of a collar in the office remember. Promise me you will let me be asked twice on the way to and from work when I get it. We can leave earlier in the day if need be but I really want to make use of the five days."

"So long as I get my sex for the day, speaking of which you are broken in so let's get to enjoying my new toy." I giggle as Mikael picks me up and carries me to our door.

I suggest bed so we can sleep after, Mikael agrees so in we go and I am dropped on the bed. I slide up on the bed then spread my legs for Mikael to enjoy. He is not long in following and climbing atop me, I moan when he slides his very nice long cock inside of me. I wrap my legs around him and let him dictate how much we move, which is a lot.

Very thankful for Jantos and his selection of my owner I lie under Mikael as he fucks me hard. My small little body practically launching out of the bed with each of his thrusts I moan under him as I reach orgasm after orgasm. I am practically screaming his name when he stops thrusting so hard and is instead pummeling my pussy with his cock close to his release. I reach another orgasm when he groans and floods my insides with his hot fluids.

"I should have asked earlier, is your birth control on or off?" Mikael asks still on top of me a little of his fluids emptying into me as he speaks.

"I was told my owner gets to turn them on or off." I say happily letting him finish in me.

"Well that isn't good we were told two different things, do you want to check?"

"No I am happy right here with you atop me emptying the last little bit of you into me. We can check tomorrow or simply wait and see if I am pregnant."

When Mikael gets off me the last of him long since put inside me I roll over and snuggle up to him. It is not long before I fall asleep a very happy owned gal.



Owned!



Harvey sat in his office. Looking up from his desk, he watched as Mary, his secretary approached his desk. She wore her normal work attire. Mini skirt, high heels, stockings, and tight blouse. Like all of his personal female employees, she was in her late 20's to early 30's. She was loyal to a fault, meticulous in her work habits, and submitted to any and every whim that Harvey requested of her. She had only been working for him for 1 year but in that year, she had proven herself over and over. As he watched her slow walk, he felt his dick twitch in anticipation. She came around his desk and bent to place the papers on it. As she did, Harvey's hand came up and rubbed her thigh. He let his hand travel all the way up her leg. He felt the catch at the top of her stocking, where her garter belt held them in place. His hand slid up till he reached her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties and his fingers found her slit wet. At 65, Harvey was still actively sexual with all of the women that were attached to his household. All the women in his household were employees of his company and they all knew that he owned them. The thought of owning someone in this day and age seems a bit crass, but Harvey had one unshakable attitude when it came to his personal life and his closest people. They owed allegiance to no one but him. He paid well for their loyalty and they paid dearly for their betrayal. Samantha opened her legs a bit wider to accommodate Harvey's searching fingers. She moaned slightly as his fingers worked up into her wet slit. Samantha stood still enjoying his attention. 

The door to the study/office opened and Martha, his oldest and most trusted manager entered the room. Looking up at her, he greeted her in his usual way. "Damn woman! Do you wait till I get my hands up the pussy before you come in?" Samantha opened her eyes and looked at Martha. Then she closed them and concentrated on the sensations coursing thru her cunt. Martha paid no attention to Samantha as she came over to the desk. At 55, Martha had served him as housekeeper, caretaker, sexual companion and friend for over 25 years. She had not only witnessed most of his sexual activities, but had participated in many of them. "Before you got to involved in fucking this poor girl, I wanted to remind you about your meeting in 15 minutes with His Honor." Harvey swore, then pulled his fingers from Samantha's cunt. Samantha sighed. Her disappointment at her pleasure cut short was evident on her face. She straightened up and stood there as Harvey signed the papers before him. Martha placed a folder on the desk. "These are the things you need to go over with him. The papers he needs to sign are all there. Samantha, may I see you in my office." Harvey chuckled. "Well Sam, I guess Martha will have to put out the fire in your cunt," he said as he smacked her on the ass. He signed the papers and nodded for her to leave.

Martha turned and led the way to her office. As soon as Samantha entered the room, she shut the door. "Get over here," Martha said in a tone that left no room for hesitation. Samantha, knowing what was about to happen walked over to her. Martha unbuttoned Sam's blouse. Then unsnapped her bra. Grabbing one of Samantha's tits, she sucked it into her mouth. Her hands pushed up Sam's skirt as her fingers pushed roughly into the young girl. "You're his, but you also belong to me. Never forget that." Samantha smiled as she put her hands down and pulled her skirt up around her waist. She leaned her small round ass on the desk. A shiver hit her as the cool glass made her cold. Martha sat down in her chair and rolled it close to the desk. Samantha lifted her legs until both her feet were resting on the arms of the chair. This left her cunt open and exposed to the older woman. With a moan, Martha bent her head and let her long tongue begin to work on the young girls sensitive pussy lips. Samantha's hands went down to Martha's head. Holding the woman gently, she said, "I will always be yours. I love you Martha." Her voice said all the things she couldn't as Martha's tongue worked its magic. Wave after wave of pleasure shook Samantha's body. She couldn't wait for Martha to finish. She would give to this older woman some of the same pleasure she was receiving from her. With a cry, she gave to Martha, all the cunt juice she could push from her twitching cunt. Martha, sucking loud and hard, drank it all. No sooner had Martha taken her lips from Sam's cunt, did they kiss. The kiss was long and sweet. Each on letting this show of passion and lust carry the unspoken words of love. 

Samantha pulled Martha to her feet. Turning the woman around, she pushed her face down on the desk. Martha's skirts were no way as tight as Samantha wore hers. Sam flipped the loose skirt up. Like Samantha, Martha wore no panties, just stockings and garter belt. Samantha pulled the coffee colored cheeks apart and smiled as she bent her head. Martha loved having her asshole rimmed even more than she did having her cunt sucked. Sam did it slow. She let her tongue wash and soothe the puckered hole until Martha was mewing like a kitten. Then she began to stab her tongue in and out as her fingers pulled the hole open wider. Martha began to beg, then plead. Sam knew just how far to take this. When Martha began to hump her pussy against the desk, Sam took her tongue away. She reached into the drawer and took out the vibrator she knew was always there. Rubbing it against Martha's cunt to get it wet, she pushed it up into the hole. Martha spread her hands and held onto the edge of the desk. Slowly at first, Samantha worked it back and forth. When Martha began to curse, Sam increased the tempo and the depth. The vibrator was 7 inches long before the handle. Martha was taking all of it deep into her ass. Sam knew she was close so she opened the drawer and took out a thick fluffy towel. Pushing it against Martha's cunt. She shoved the vibrator in hard. Martha's scream made it clear that the room was soundproofed. At the same time, Sam felt the hot urine soak into the towel. She held it there until Martha had stopped shaking. Then taking the towel away, she turned the woman around and licked her pussy till she had cleaned her good. This time, Martha grabbed the young girl and the kiss was savage. They looked into each other's eyes. Martha blinked and turned to see the time. "Go inside and take notes. You are there as a distraction so make sure you cross and uncross your legs often. You know the routine." Sam smiled as she wiped her cunt with the wet towel. Then checking to see that everything was in place, she entered the study.

As the door closed, Martha sat down at her desk. Her body still trembled at the waves of pleasure that ran thru her. No other woman or man beside Harvey had ever pleasured her this way. She smiled as she remembered how Samantha had come to be in this position. They were returning from an exhibition when this woman ran into the side of their car. She turned to Harvey as the car lurched to a stop. Only the quick thinking and superb reflexes of the driver saved the girl from being run over. Harvey traveled nowhere without his bodyguards. The two cars, one in front and one in the back of his limousine slammed to a stop. Doors flew open and men jumped out. With guns drawn, some of them ran to the girl, the others ran down the dark alley. Harvey stepped from the car and looked at the crying girl. Her clothes had been torn from her and there was blood running down her legs as well as across her face. One of the men looked up at him. "She's been beaten and raped Sir." Harvey looked at her and nodded. "Put her in my car. And James, make sure those responsible are never able to do this again." James nodded and as one of the men placed her in the car, the other three took off down the alley. A few minutes later, the men returned. James nodded at Harvey and they got into their cars again. The caravan rolled on. Martha was sitting holding Samantha's hand when she came to.

With a scream, she began to fight her unseen attackers, screaming and crying. Martha grabbed her and tried to soothe her. When Sam calmed down, she looked around in fright. "Where, where am I?" Martha wiped some of the grime from Samantha's face. 

"You're safe now. No one will hurt you." Samantha, still unsure of her surroundings, looked around. What struck her was the richness of the room she was in. there were paintings on the walls, what looked like very expensive carpet on the floor and all the furniture looked like it came out of those expensive books she had looked at in the library. 

"Who are you," she asked of Martha? "How long have I been here? I'm not in a hospital, this place is not like any hospital I've ever seen." Martha smiled at the confused young woman. "What do you remember about last night?" Samantha began to tremble. Then tears ran from her eyes. "They raped me. Three men took me from the bus station and they raped me." Samantha broke down into a sobbing, incoherent mess. She was blabbering and blubbering to the point that Martha couldn't understand anything she said. Martha got up and returned with a glass of amber liquid. "Drink this!" Samantha drank and her sobs turned to coughs as the raw liquid burned her throat. At that moment the door opened and Harvey walked in. Samantha cringed as he came closer to the bed. "How is she doing Martha," he asked? Martha turned to him. "She was just about to tell me what happened to her." Harvey took a seat across from the bed. Samantha looked at this elderly man. Surely he did not present a threat to her. She looked at Martha. "Where am I and who are you people?"

Before Martha could answer, Harvey spoke up. "My name is Harvey Beatum. This is Martha, my secretary, companion and housekeeper. You are in my house. You ran into my car last night, your clothes were half torn off and some men were chasing you. Only my driver's fast reflexes saved your life. I brought you here and had my doctor examine you. You are hurt but nothing that won't heal in time. Now would you mind telling us what happened?" Martha handed her the glass back and Samantha took a sip. "My name is Samantha Quick. I arrived here in NYC last night by bus. I came here from a small town in Iowa. When I got off the bus this man that was nicely dressed approached me. I had been warned about such things so I tried to ignore him. I went out a side door and found myself on a lonely street. The man came out and I saw a gun in his hands. 

He ordered me to walk where he told me. Two other men came up and we all walked together. One of them took my suitcase and they acted like we all knew each other. The next thing I knew, I was in an alley." At this point, Sam broke into tears again. "They forced me to do all kinds of things to them. Then they took turns raping me. I was able to kick one of them between the legs and I started to run. Then I ran into a car. That's all I remember." Harvey sat there, never saying a word. Martha handed the girl tissues to wipe her face and blow her nose. Then Harvey, his face hard, stood up. "The doctor said it would be wise if you stayed here a few days. Do you have any family you would like us to call?" Samantha shook her head 'no'. The only family she had was an uncle and she had run to NYC to get away from his attentions. Harvey smiled. "Then in that case, you are our guess for awhile." He turned and walked out.

When the door closed, she looked at Martha. "Who is he?" Martha smiled at her and patted her hand. "Just someone who doesn't like a pretty young woman being abused." Samantha looked around the room. "He must be a pretty rich somebody." Martha laughed. Try to get some sleep. I'll look in on you later." As she got up to leave, Sam called to her. "Ms Martha? Did they catch the men who raped me? Are they in jail?" Martha's face grew serious. "Those men will never hurt another woman ever again," was all she said. "Could you do me a favor," Samantha asked. "Could you thank the driver for not running me over." Martha's laughter rang in the room as she closed the door. Martha walked into the study. Harvey was already on the phone. Martha stood there as he placed his call. He gave the person on the other end, Samantha's full name and the town she had come from. Martha went over to a bar and poured them both drinks. Martha handed Harvey his drink and even as he continued to talk on the phone, unzipped his pants. The bulge in his pants had been hard not to notice. Even though Samantha had been in a nightgown and under covers as he sat and talked to her, he had been present when she was first undressed. Knowing what had happened to her did not stop him from getting hard as he noticed the dribble of cum that leaked from her pussy and asshole. His voyeuristic nature couldn't wait to hear the whole story from her. He sighed into the phone as Martha, now seated in a chair before him, took his throbbing dick in her mouth. 

Harvey looked down at Martha as she worked her lips back and forth on his dick. He always loved watching a woman suck him. He reached down and began to unbutton her blouse. Martha began to help him and was soon naked in the chair. Even after all these years of service, and all the female employees that had serviced his desires, her mouth was still the one he loved best. Martha stopped as he began to talk to the other person again. He slipped his dick from her mouth and motioned for her to stand up. Martha knew exactly what he wanted. With a smile, she turned and bent over the arm of the sofa. She reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. Harvey looked down at her smooth chocolate colored ass. At 50, Martha still had the body of a much younger woman. And Harvey took advantage of her charms often. He finished his conversation and hung up the phone. Then he turned and pressing a button on the desk, picked up his drink. There was a knock on the door. Jessica, his maid came into the room. "You rang Sir?" Seeing Martha in the position she was in, the maid went over to Harvey and removed his clothes. Once she had him naked, she went over and knelt behind Martha. Harvey watched as Jessica used her tongue on Martha's tight puckered asshole. It wasn't long before Martha was moaning and humping her ass back at Jessica. Harvey leaned against the desk as he watched the two women. Jessica had her hand underneath her skirt and down in her panties. 

Martha moaned, "Oh Harvey! Now, fuck me now." Jessica moved aside as Harvey drew close to Martha's round ass. Jessica guided him to the hole. With a mighty shove, he buried his dick in her ass completely. Pulling Martha back some, he watched Jessica turn around and sit on the carpet. She pulled herself between Martha's open thighs. Harvey smiled as he fucked Martha's ass. He could hear the slurping of Jessica as she sucked the juice from Martha's cunt. Jessica reached up and began to fondle his balls gently. Harvey felt the maid's finger rubbing his own asshole. Jessica had been schooled well. She waited until the tempo had built in both these older people before she shoved her finger deep into Harvey's ass. With a grunt, he began to shake and jerk. Jessica continued to suck Martha's cunt. Then with a cry, Martha also came. Jessica as she had been taught, sucked all the creme that ran from Martha's cunt. Jessica was the last to climax. Her fingers were playing her pussy like a guitar. She moaned up into Martha's cunt even as she came. 

Harvey pulled free of Martha. Martha moved back to allow the younger maid to get up. Jessica went immediately to the bathroom off the side of the study and washed her face. Then she came back with a cloth and cleaned Harvey's dick. Another cloth cleaned Martha's ass. Only when she was satisfied that she had done a good job did she turn and leave the room. Martha turned and began to put on her clothes. Harvey put on a bathrobe. He handed Martha her glass. "From the way you fucked me, I gather you were thinking about our young visitor? She is very beautiful, although, not every pretty face you see is willing to be owned like we are." Harvey smiled at her. "My dear, every person has a price. The trick is finding out what the currency to pay the price is. She will be here a week at best. Like she said, she has no place else to go. By tomorrow night I will know more about her than she does." Martha sipped her drink. She knew Harvey had a vast array of people whose job it was to find out what he wanted to know. She thought to herself that Samantha would be part of their intimate family before long. "Shall I come to your room later," she asked him. Harvey, lost in thought didn't answer her. Knowing him for so long, she took that as a 'no'. As she got up to leave, Harvey pulled her close and kissed her tenderly. "No my sweet. Tonight I think I will have Jessica take care of the rest of my needs." Martha smiled and shook her head. She had always known his sexual stamina but even she was surprised sometimes. As she walked she could feel the amount of sperm he had shot up her ass. She knew that David the chauffeur would get little sleep tonight. 

The next morning, Samantha awoke to see a very pretty woman in a nurse uniform sitting along side her bed. The woman smiled at her. "Hello! My name is Joan, I'm the nurse that will be taking care of you while you get better." Samantha smiled back at her. "I really don't think that I need a nurse." She attempted to get up and realized that she ached all over. She felt stabs of pain shoot thru her body. She really felt the pain in her pussy and her ass. All the horrors of he rape came back to her and she began to cry. Joan got up from the chair and came around to the bed. She put her arms around the girl and held her. "Don't worry dear, you're safe now. Mr. Beatum won't let anything happen to you." Joan held the girl as she cried. "If you feel like talking about it, I'll listen. And whatever you say will stay just between you and I." What Joan didn't say was that Harvey was listening to everything they said. Samantha sighed and recalled her story. She had been accosted at the bus station, taken to an abandoned building. Three men took her money, then proceeded to abuse every hole she had. She described in detail how they took turns fucking her, then making her clean their dicks with her mouth when they finished. She had only managed to get away when two of the guys fell asleep. The other man was busy fucking her yet again when she grabbed his head and smashed it against the floor. When she finished talking, Joan let her go. "I think a light breakfast then a nice soak in the Jacuzzi should help." They had a light breakfast, and then Joan put her in a wheelchair and took her down to the basement.

Samantha was shocked when she entered the basement. The smell of chlorine was strong. When they turned the corner and she glimpsed the full size pool, weight room and Jacuzzi she was taken back by the amount of money that was put into just this basement alone. Joan wheeled her into the room with the Jacuzzi and pulled the drapes on the glass windows. Then she helped Samantha out of her bathrobe and nightgown. She sat Sam back in the wheel chair and began to remove her own clothes. When she saw the look on Samantha's face she laughed. "I can't let you get in alone silly." Trying not to seem so obvious, Samantha turned her head when the woman stripped off her bra and panties. Samantha gasped as she turned to look at her. Joan had twin golden balls pierced thru her nipples, and twin balls pierced thru her shaved pussy lips. Samantha had never seen anything like it. Of course she had read about women who pierced themselves but to actually see one. Joan followed her gaze. "Never saw a woman pierced before? I did it for my lover. He loves the way they feel when we fuck. I even had my tongue pierced. That drives him crazy when I give him head." Samantha had never heard such frank talk and even thru her cream colored skin she blushed. Joan laughed as she helped the girl in the tub. The hot water soon began to soak some of the soreness away. Samantha looked at Joan as the woman lounged back in the tub. She had full proud tits and the nipples seemed to be constantly hard. Sam had never even given thought to sex with another woman before. She was now wondering what the balls would feel like. She was caught unaware when Joan opened her eyes and saw her looking at her tits. "Wondering what they feel like with the balls attached? Go ahead, touch them." Joan moved closer to the younger woman. Samantha reached out and touched the tip with her finger. "They won't bite you. Touch them. You can even squeeze them if you like."




Owned!



Growing a bit bolder, Samantha began to rub the balls. Then she squeezed the nipple. "Pull the ball gently," Joan, said. Samantha did as she was told. She was a bit taken back when Joan moaned and her hand slipped down into the water. "Harder," the woman said. As if she had no will of her own, Sam pulled a bit harder. She saw Joan's hand as she moved it back and forth under the water. "Doesn't your lover make it hurt sometime?" In a husky voice that admitted to her getting excited, Joan answered her. "Sometimes he makes me cry out with the pain. But it always feels so good when I cum."

"I uh better stop." Samantha felt herself getting turned on by Joan's words and actions. Joan nodded her head as her other hand slipped under the churning water. Sam knew what she was doing and couldn't take her eyes off the woman. When Joan stuck her tongue out to lick her lips, Samantha saw the ball on her tongue. Even with what she had gone thru, her own pussy was throbbing as she watched. Then at the height of it, when she thought Joan would cum, the woman stopped. Samantha was disappointed. 'Why did you stop? You were so close to cumming, even I could see that." Joan sat there, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. When she did, she sat there with her eyes close. The sweat from the hot water running freely down her face, she smiled at Sam. "I don't have permission to cum. I can bring myself as close as I want, but I'm not allowed to cum unless my lover gives me permission." Samantha couldn't believe what she was hearing. "How would he know?" Joan smiled. "He would ask me and I would tell him the truth." Samantha was really confused now.

Joan stood up. Her pussy lips were flushed and swollen. Samantha looked up at her and noticed her nipples were even harder and more erect. Joan helped her up and guided her over to the shower. After a warm rinse off, she helped Samantha get dressed and wheeled her back to her room. The doctor came in a few minutes later and examined her again. She was told she could wonder the house in her chair but that she was not to try and walk on her own just yet. Samantha wondered into the library and was astounded at the size and collection of books displayed in there. It seemed bigger than the public library at home. Hours later, Harvey found her in the same chair reading one of the books. As he approached her and took a seat opposite her, she closed the book carefully and put it on the table. Harvey picked it up and smiled. "That's one of my favorites." His smile was so warm and captivating that she smiled back. "I don't know how I'll repay you for your kindness. I don't have a job and those men stole all my money." Harvey smiled. Picking up the phone he punched in a couple of numbers. A few moments later, Jessica came in and handed him Samantha's pocketbook. She opened it and all her money was there. She began to cry. Harvey laughed as he asked, "do you cry at everything"? She looked up at him thru her tears. "No one has ever been this nice to me before. As soon as I get a job, I'll pay you back for all you have done." Harvey really let out a laugh this time. "My dear, if I took care of a thousand girls the way I did you, I wouldn't even notice a drop in my interest payments. I have more money that I could ever spend in 20 lifetimes. No repayment needed. But tell me what are you going to do when you get well?" Samantha told him that she planned to find work. She said what she was capable of doing. Then she looked up at him. "Maybe I could work for you."

Harvey's face grew serious. His look frightened Samantha somewhat. He got up and went to a cupboard. He returned with two glasses of sherry. Giving one to Sam, he sat back down. "My dear, do you know anything about rich people?" Sam shook her head 'no'. "I'm not talking about those people who win the lottery and become rich over night. I mean the people who have so much money they don't know what they have or own." Again Sam shook her head. "Well I'm one of those people. Even though I'm black and most people have never heard of me, I am a very rich individual. And the people who work for me, I mean really work for me, not just some company I own, are totally devoted to me. All the people that you see on these grounds would give their life for me. As I would give my life for them. You could say that I own each and every one of them. Not in the sense of Master and slave mind you, but when someone signs a contract to work for me, they know that for 5 years, I own them. I own them body, mind and soul. And no one ever breaks a contract they sign with me." He had said it so casually, but the implied threat made Samantha's hair stand up on end. "With what you have gone thru at the hands of those three men, I don't know if you would feel right working for me." He could see that Samantha didn't understand what he meant. He smiled and telling her that she would be expected for dinner, he left the room. When Samantha reached her room, she found all her clothes folded and put away. Her suitcases were on the bed, opened and empty. She put on her prettiest dress and when Martha came to get her, she was wheeled down to the dinning room.

During the lavish dinner that followed, Samantha noticed that all the women that served them were fairly young and very beautiful. Even the butlers were handsome and built like strongmen. The conversation was light. After dinner, Jessica came in and served brandy. Martha sat across from Sam and Harvey sat at the head of the table. Samantha took a sip from her glass, and then she looked at Harvey. "Sir? You said some very strange things today in the library. From what you described, you virtually own all these people. Surely even as rich as you are, no one will consent to being a slave in this day and age." Harvey looked at the young girl. Then he began to smile. The smile turned into a laugh and he was soon hysterical. Samantha couldn't for the life of her see what was so funny. Harvey sat his drink down. "Jessica would you come in here for a moment." Jessica came in and stood by the side of his chair. "Jessica, how long have you worked for me?" Jessica, without smiling or looking at him, answered, "I'm in the third year of my second contract Sir."

"And how much money have you accumulated since you began to work for me?" This time the girl did smile.

"Approximately 2 million dollars Sir."

"And do I own you?" Her smile grew even wider. "Oh yes Sir."

"Do you resent it?" Shock came over her features. "Never Sir!" Harvey smiled and turned back towards Samantha. "That is the way it is for each and everyone you see on these grounds. As long as they are in my employ, I own them. Oh I pay them very well, along with helping them invest their savings, and they know that they are sworn to secrecy. They are given free reign to travel to wherever they choose when not on duty. But they are on duty for months at a time." Samantha looked from Jessica to this strikingly confident man. "But surely they are not slaves?"

Harvey looked from Samantha to Martha. "Maybe you could explain this to her," he said. Martha sat her drink down. "When Mr. Beatum said that you would possibly not be suited to work here, it was because of what you have gone thru. See each and every woman that works here, including me, are subject to the whims and pleasures of Mr. Beatum. For as long as we accept employment here at the mansion, we serve and satisfy his desires."

"You see my dear," Harvey stated, "before I employ anyone, they must know the rules. I have allowed you to know this because I have had you investigated fully. I know about your schooling, your background. I even know that you left after being sexually used by your uncle. It's my business to find out things. When you leave here, you will leave with a substantial bank account. You will have a good job and you will be sworn to secrecy about any and everything you have seen or heard here." Samantha couldn't believe what she was hearing. "And what if I say anything to anyone?" Harvey smiled. Sam imagined it was the smile a mouse sees as the cat approaches him. There was nothing that needed to be said. His smile said it all. The hairs on her neck felt like pickets on a fence. "And these people do whatever you tell them to do?" 

This time, Martha got up. She walked towards Jessica. "Jessica, my sweet darling, take your clothes off please." With a big smile, the younger woman began to remove all her clothes. When she stood naked and proud before them she was smiling from ear to ear. Martha turned to Samantha. "And if I told her to make love to me, Harvey or anyone else in this house, she would do it gladly. Just to please Mr. Beatum." The entire room was silent. Jessica stood there still naked, oblivious to everyone around her. Harvey sipped his drink like nothing had been said. And Martha stared at Samantha. "You are told all of this because to the world outside these walls, Mr. Beatum doesn't exist. His work for the government is very sensitive, and his power is very broad." Samantha tried to stay cool. "Is that why he said that the men who raped me would never have a chance to do that to another woman?" The silence was her answer. She placed her napkin on her plate. "I think I need to go upstairs and think about this. Please excuse me?" She got up and wheeled herself to the big ornate doors. They swung open and Joan her nurse was standing there waiting for her.

"I think you need to go for some fresh air, don't you?" Joan wheeled the woman out the front door. They went around the paved driveway to the back of the house. Joan pushed her thru what seemed like an archway and into a covered room. From the smell, it was another pool. The room was warm and moist. The pool was heated. Joan didn't turn on any lights. "This is where most of us come when we have to think things thru. Martha recruited me right out of nursing school. That was 9 years ago. The doctor that treated you was my lover at the time and he recommended me for this job. I know that this must be a lot for a small town girl like you to take in, but it really isn't as bad as it seems. Mr. Beatum likes to have people at his beck and call when he wants them. Oh for the first couple of weeks he may fuck you two or three times a week but I know you'll enjoy it. He is an excellent lover." Sam turned around to the woman. "Is he the lover you had yourself pierced for?" Joan smiled. "Oh yes! Once he gave his permission, he had the doctor do it in very clean surroundings. Did you know there is a real operating room here?" Joan let the girl think. She stood behind her and slowly and gently massaged her neck muscles. "Hey would you like a rub down? I mean a real one. I'm a masseuse you know." Samantha, her mind still in turmoil nodded her head 'yes'. Joan wheeled her over to a table and began to undress the girl. When she was naked, she was helped up onto the table. Joan started with Samantha on her stomach. She was strong but gentle and Sam was soon sighing under the experienced hands. 

Then Joan had her turn over. The combination of scented oils and strong hands had Sam in a dream like state. Joan started at her legs. By the time she had worked her hands up the Sam's crotch, the younger girl had opened her legs and was slowly easing her hips up to meet the strong hands that rubbed her so well. Joan let her fingertips brush against Sam's pussy lips. This caused a sigh from the girl. Joan smiled in the darken room. Sam's pussy was wet. And she was getting excited. Joan listened to the increased breathing. "Does anyone else in this place fuck you," she asked Joan in a whisper? Joan had moved to her upper torso and was rubbing and massaging Sam's hardening tits. "Martha makes love to me a lot. Sometimes Mr. Beatum watches and even joins in. Of course I can make love to anyone that I am attracted to. But no one can just fuck me cause they want to. I have to consent to them and they have to consent to me. It has to be mutual. I can even say no to Mr. Beatum. But not too often. Even he realizes that you're not in the mood all the time. Your nipples are hard. And your pussy is very wet. Would you mind if I relaxed you? I promise to stop if you tell me to." Samantha sighed. "If it feels half as good as you are making me feel now, I won't tell you to stop." Just before Joan bent her head to capture Samantha's nipple in her mouth, she glanced at the corner. Yes, the camera was on and recording. She would give Martha and Mr. Beatum a good show.

Samantha moaned as Joan's mouth covered her nipple. But that noise was nothing like the moaning and screaming she did as Joan's practiced tongue did things to her pussy that she had never felt before. Both women lay on the table. Joan held Samantha tightly as Sam continued to whimper. "Teach me to please you too. It's not fair for me to have all the pleasure." Joan kissed her tenderly. "When you get better, I'll show you how Martha and I please each other." With that, she got up off the table and began to dress. "It's time to get you to bed." She helped Samantha dress and took her up to bed. She left her sleeping and went down to Martha's bedroom. When she opened the door, Martha was standing in the center of the room. She was nude except for the fat strapon cock that she wore. Smiling Joan began to undress. "I was hoping you would be here waiting for me." Joan's screams were not lost on Harvey. Even as he plunged his fat swollen cock in and out of Mildred, one of the other maids, he licked Jessica's nipples. Jessica happened to be straddling Mildred's face at the time. He knew he had this young girl on his payroll after all. This caused him to fuck Mildred even harder. Glad that all the rooms in the mansion were soundproofed, no one heard the young girls' screams.

The rest of the week went on normally. Samantha was free to roam the grounds. Most of the time, Joan accompanied her. Other times, she was seen walking arm in arm with Martha and a few times Harvey escorted her. On a day when she was walking with Harvey, she met Dario. They had been walking down a path; Samantha was admiring the flowers when they came upon a man working in the dirt. He turned at their approach and Sam saw a man who looked a lot like Harvey. Only he was a bit older. "Hello Dario. I would like for you to meet Ms Samantha." Dario stood up and taking off his work gloves extended his hand and shook hers. Dario turned to Harvey and moving his hands began to sign to him. Samantha laughed, and to everyone's surprised signed back to Dario. Harvey, his face registering his shock, stood mouth agape. "You understood what he said?" Sam smiled at Harvey. "Oh yes! He said that I was very pretty and I had nice tits. I signed back that he had a big smile." Dario signed again, only this time to Samantha herself. "Apology accepted. Next time be careful what you say." Dario, smiling like a fool, began to move his hands very fast. Samantha, laughing in turn moved her hands in reply. Harvey stood shaking his head in disbelief. "Only Martha and I can really talk to Dario in sign, but you seem to have us both beat." Samantha turned to Harvey. "I guess that your source of information can't tell secrets it doesn't know. Very few people know I can sign. That was always a secret between a friend and me. I can read lips too." Harvey was really stumped now. He tried to remember what might have been said in front of Samantha that she shouldn't have heard. Sam had turned back and was talking to Dario. He was telling her the names of the different flowers. This was the first time he really had someone talking to him on a level he felt comfortable with. She was able to keep up with him and she never told him he was going to fast. Harvey interrupted them and asked that Dario return Sam to the mansion when they were through. Dario just nodded and went back to talking to Samantha.

Samantha didn't return until 4 hours later. It was well past dinner so she went into the kitchen and the cook made her a plate of food. She took it into the servant's dining room and found most of the house staff sitting around drinking coffee and eating desert. Joan was there and she introduced Sam to most of the people seated around. Sam found that most of the women were young and beautiful, the men were handsome and built. A few let their feeling show as they undressed her with their eyes. One man in particular paid little attention to her but did say something to a man that was outright leering at her. The man got up and came over to her. "I apologize for being so crude," he said then turned away and sat back down. The man that had spoken to him stood up and came over to her. Extending his hand, he introduced himself. "Hello Samantha Quick, my name is James. I'm head of security here at the mansion and the man who was present when you ran into our car. You have to excuse Carl, sometimes he lets his manners slip. We all heard that you could speak to Dario even faster than Martha and Mr. Beatum." Just at that moment, all heads turned as Dario now dressed in slacks and a shirt entered the room. Many people got up to walk over to him. He shook hands with everyone and laughed with a few. Sam turned to Joan. "They act like they haven't seen him in a long time. Joan, a big smile on her face, shook her head. "He hasn't come in here to eat in almost a year and a half. Not since he had a big argument and ended up hurting one of the guards." Sam looked at Dario. "Him? He's so gentle he could never hurt anyone." Samantha turned to say something to James. She was shocked. James was looking at Dario with a look that bordered on admiration. There was the beginning of a tear in his eye. Dario came up to him and smiled. James threw his arms around Dario and hugged him hard enough to make everyone wince. 

Dario looked at Samantha. He also had a few tears in his eyes. He bent and taking her hand kissed it. Everyone in the room began shouting and cheering. Martha came into the room in response to the noise and stopped dead at the sight of Dario. He turned to her and bowed. She ran from the room and returned shortly with Harvey. The room quieted as he entered. He walked up to Dario and gave him the same bear hug that James had given him. He turned to Samantha. "I don't know what you did my dear, but ask anything of me and it's yours. I never thought I would ever see my brother enter this house again. But thanks to you, he is back with the family that loves and missed him." Samantha didn't have a clue as to what the hell was going on. "Would someone tell me what this is all about?" Martha, tears running down her face, took Samantha off to the side. She was about to say something when Harvey called for everyone's attention. "James. Put security on automatic and call everyone into the main ballroom. Jessica! Go down to the cellar and bring up a case of our house champagne. My brother is back in my home and we are all going to celebrate his return." Harvey was crying as he hugged Dario again. Martha turned to Samantha. 

"Awhile ago, Dario and another guard got into an argument. Dario has been dumb since he stopped a bullet meant for Harvey 15 years ago. The other guard could sign also and no one really knows what they said to each other. Before anyone could stop it, Dario got mad and lashed out. The other guard was barely conscious when they took him to the hospital. Dario walked out of the house vowing never to return. He hasn't been back in her since that day. Nothing Harvey could ever say to him would make him return. You have done something no one else could have ever done. Harvey will be so grateful and my dear so am i. Anything I can ever do for you I will."

Half-hour later, they were all assembled in the grand ballroom. Samantha had not seen this room before. She was still amazed at the real size of this place. Harvey and Dario stood in the middle of the floor. They had their arms around each other's waist. Harvey called for attention and the room became quiet. "Almost two years ago my brother left this house and took up residence in the garden home. For all that time, I have been living my own private hell." Harvey was crying openly and many of the servants were crying also. Harvey looked at Samantha. "Young lady, when you came into our house, no one could have dreamed the difference you would make." He turned to everyone and smiled. Everyone had a glass of champagne in his or her hand. Raising his glass, Harvey said, "Our family is once again complete". Everyone sipped their drink, then the room echoed with cheers and clapping. The celebration went on into the night. Samantha left the room and went up to her own bedroom. A soft knock on her door caught her as she was taking off her clothes. She opened it in her bra and skirt. Martha stood there, a bottle of champagne in her hand and two glasses. "You left the party before it really got started." Samantha turned and went back to her bed. "It felt more like a family reunion and I'm not part of the family." Martha sat on the bed. "Well Samantha, we have told you about our family and job opportunity. You have had time to think about it. You're are well enough now to make up your mind. Do you think you would like to sign a contract or would you just want to sign a statement of secrecy, take your money and leave." Samantha was taking off her bra. She noticed the look on Martha's face as she continued to take her clothes off.




Owned!



Samantha looked directly at Martha as she unsnapped her bra. She reached up and massaged her tits. "Yes Martha, I want to become part of the family. They would be like the family I don't have." Martha smiled at her. "You understand all the consequences of your decision?" Samantha was slowly pushing her skirt and panties down as she looked at Martha and nodded her head. "Take your skirt off and put on a bathrobe. You know where my bedroom is, meet me there. Martha walked out and nearly ran to her room. By the time there was a knock on the door, she was naked and lying in bed waiting for her. Samantha walked to the bed and Martha flipped back the covers. Sam looked down at Martha's body. It was hard to believe she was as old as she was with a body as young as it looked. Martha looked up at Samantha as Sam opened her robe. Seeing the young girl's body caused Martha's pussy to leak its wetness. "Joan told me that your pussy gets very wet when she sucks it. She also said she taught you to suck her pussy and you do it like no one else. I intend to find out." 

Martha drew the girl into bed. She held her and they kissed long and hard. Martha let her hands roam all over Sam's body. Sam did the same to Martha. Martha guided Sam's head to her tits and Sam sucked them eagerly. Throwing the covers back, Martha bent her knees. "Show me how well you eat pussy child." Sam bent her head but instead of just licking Martha's cunt, teased around the lips. She continued to do this until Martha became so excited and frustrated, she grabbed Samantha by the hair and pulling hard until the girl cried out, did as she was told. Martha was not ready for the ferocity with which Sam ate her. Sam licked, sucked, bit and nibbled until Martha came like she hadn't in a long time. Martha held the girl between her legs until she stopped cumming. Then she pulled her up till their lips met. Sam's face was covered with the fluid of Martha's oozing cunt. Martha licked it all off as she showered the girl with kisses. Then to her surprise, Samantha turned her over onto her stomach. Samantha pulled Martha up onto her knees and bending her head began to lick and stab at Martha's asshole with her tongue. 

Martha was not used to having her asshole attacked with such passion. Samantha was like a sex-starved woman. Her tongue pushed past the tight muscle and she tongue fucked the older woman over and over. Samantha reached between Martha's thighs and her fingers pushed up into Martha's cunt. Martha had her own hands behind her. She was pulling her cheeks open to give Samantha as much access as she could. This time, Martha's climax was accompanied with her scream of release. Martha lay there, every nerve in her body twitching. Samantha, seeing that Martha had cum hard as she did, lay next to her. Martha turned toward the young girl. This time the kiss was soft and tender. Then Martha began to kiss her way down Samantha's body. When she got to Sam's cunt, she licked it slow. Samantha felt like a flower that was blossoming. She felt her pussy lips open like the petals of a flower. Samantha pushed her hands down to her pussy and pulled the lips open even wider. Martha smiled as she got up off the bed. Sam followed her with her eyes as Martha went to her night table and withdrew her toy. 

Samantha watched as Martha slowly strapped it in place. When Martha looked back down at the girl, she had been transformed into a woman with a dick. She crawled up on the bed between Sam's thighs. Samantha grasped the fake dick and guided it to her throbbing pussy. Just like men have fucked her, she felt Martha pushed in. Then Martha began the slow in and out movement. Samantha was surprised that Martha could mimic the actions of a man so well. Samantha bent her legs and grasped Martha by the hips. She was pulling the older woman deeper into her. Martha looked down into the young girl's face. "You may belong to Harvey by signing his contract, but you will always belong to me too." Samantha wrapped her legs around Martha's back and humped up into her. She matched the older woman stroke for stroke. Each time Martha pushed her dick in, Samantha pushed her hips up to meet the thrust. Having only been fucked by men, Samantha was surprised at how long Martha was able to fuck her. Before too long, Sam was begging the woman to stop. Martha smiled and pulled out. But to Sam's surprise, the woman turned her over and pulled her up by the hips. This time Martha grabbed her by the hips and held her as she pushed the fake dick back into Sam's cunt. She fucked her without mercy this time and Sam cried and screamed as Martha pounded her. Sam came harder than she knew she could. This time the two worn out women fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, Samantha was seated in Harvey's study talking to him and signing different papers. Martha came in followed by Joan and Jessica. Harvey had his face bent down as he filled out various papers. "Samantha stand up and take your clothes off please." Samantha expected this to happen so she just stood up and began to undress. When she stood up Harvey nodded to Jessica and Joan. They approached the girl and began to fondle her. Samantha couldn't help but get turned on and she was soon swaying and moaning as the two girls continued to play with her. Harvey smiled as he watched the three girls. "Jessica I think that Samantha would just love to suck your pussy." Jessica pulled her skirt up revealing her naked cunt. She sat up on the desk and Samantha knelt down on the carpet. The sounds of Jessica's moans filled the room. Harvey stood up and came around the desk. He tapped Sam on the shoulder and she stopped eating Jessica and stood up. Harvey unzipped his pants. Samantha saw the biggest dick she had ever seen. For an old man, Harvey had a dick that looked like a log. He was about 9 inches long and fat. He put his hand on Samantha's head and she bent her head to take him in her mouth. She licked and sucked until she had a good portion in her mouth. Then she felt Harvey as he began to buck his hips. She tried to swallow all the hot cum he pumped into her mouth but it was too much. Some of it dribbled out her mouth. 

To her surprise, Jessica and Joan were kneeling next to her and they were licking it from her lips as it came out. Harvey held her until he stopped cumming. Then he made her stand and he took her in his arms. She was surprised that he was still hard. Knowing that this was a test to see her willingness, Samantha was not surprised as Harvey bent her over the desk. His dick forcing it's way up her cunt made her grunt as he pushed it in. she had never before been fucked while others watched. But she found she enjoyed letting him fuck her as the three women watched. 

Time has gone by and Samantha has found herself so relaxed and at home that she rarely leaves the mansion. She has enjoyed the pleasures of Harvey, Dario a few of the other men and many of the women. Martha made Samantha her personal secretary. And to her credit, Samantha proved herself worthy of the task. Although she loves when Harvey gives her his special attention, Martha takes up most of her nights. They even have adjoining rooms so that Samantha is readily available whenever Martha wants her. 

Harvey found that her ability to sign and to read lips has proven invaluable many times over. Like today, she was to sit in while Harvey met with a judge and a few other men. She was to lip read what the men said between themselves. She already knew that dressed the way she was with her skirt so short and revealing would distract them and allow Harvey to gain the upper hand. But right now, she wished he'd use his hand further up her thighs.



Owned!



I own your ass... came Her words, echoing off the interior walls of my head. They seemed to bounce through my head, whirring around; the images of Her standing over me as I submitted myself to Her. I knew that I had never loved anyone like I did now. She almost commanded it. The very thought of Her made me want to do nothing but please Her.

You are Mine and I will use you as I see fit! I couldn't believe how vivid the memory of Her scolding me and telling me that I was now Her property. I looked at the clock and it was 2:39 a.m. Although I left Her place several hours ago, I could not sleep. All my thoughts were on Her. She was beautiful beyond belief. The confidence She exhibited was Her most attractive feature. She commanded me and I yearned for it.

I layed my head back, almost in ecstacy as I felt Her from memory. The way She held my chin up to look Her in the eyes. I was putty in her hands; She could mold me into whatever She wanted. I was committed to this Woman, and I couldn't believe how well She controlled even my thoughts now. No one will be able to take care of Your pathetic ass like Me! You are nothing without Me, I've had stronger willed men than you try and please Me. But don't worry, I'll teach You everything You need to know about pleasing Me.

I could feel myself starting to become erect. I looked down at my boxers, as I layed on my bed. I wondered if she could tell if I touched myself as Her words rang out in my head, You will not have pleasure without Me. Only I am capable of giving you the pleasure you think you want. But it really doesn't matter, because My pleasure will be yours. And I will know if you've touched yourself... I could almost feel Her nails cross my chest at this moment. My heart beat quickened as I considered touching myself and knew I didn't want to displease Her.

A smile crossed my face as I realized She had taught me my first lesson about pleasing Her. It was control. She even said it, You're a man and you have no idea how to control your sexual urges. It is I that will control them, do you understand? I was happy, because I knew She would be happy with me. I refrained from masturbation, even if it was because of Her. I wanted to please Her; She was in my mind and I didn't want Her to leave it. It's not like She would have left if I wanted Her to anyways.

You will submit to Me. There is nothing else you need to be concerned with; I'll tell you everything you need to know. I'll make you a decent man for Me; because you are too pathetic and unable to please a Woman on your own. The realization of these words rang out like the soft but intense voice She used to whisper those words in my ears as She had me kneeling and blindfolded. The memories of earlier were still so fresh.

I reached behind me and felt the welt she had left there. I deserved it, I failed to call Her Mistress as She commanded me. Excuse Me? She had said to me as She crossed my bare buttocks with a leather strap. My dear pet, you will ALWAYS refer to Me as Mistress, Ma'am or Goddess! I know that it was a mistake and that you didn't intend it, that is why I only hit you once. I could almost feel Her slide a finger across the welt She left on me. It was as if She was admiring Her new acquisition, but I knew that would be prideful and it couldn't be that She was admiring me - She was admiring Her property.

I loved that She chose me. I couldn't resist Her, if I wanted. I had never been a prize to any Women before, and She was certainly out of my league... I almost grimaced at my thoughts. That's part of what She was teaching me - that thinking the way men do is corrupted and shallow. I decide what I want and who I want, Not you! came Her words to me. She hadn't said this to me earlier...it was like She was here in my house - in my bedroom. I felt owned by Her...and...I welcomed it.

That's right my submissive little pet...You are Mine!



Owned



My name is Mark, until today I lived pretty much an average life. I am happily married for many years with grown up children. I am self-employed and work from home, my wife has a good paying job at an insurance company. We are not rich but what I would consider comfortable.

Recently I have been getting I guess you would call it curious about certain male/male relationships, to be exact I fantasize about sucking a cock. On day a couple of months ago I responded to a classified ad from a young gay man looking for a friend, someone to chat and text with.

Jeremy turned out to be a very nice young man who worked not far from my home. After quite a few messages back and forth, I decided to go meet him at his place of work. Jeremy worked at a local nursery. 

It was an early spring day, quite pleasant but a little early for the planting season. When I arrived at the nursery the parking lot was almost deserted. As soon as I entered I spotted Jeremy, he had included a photo with one of his messages. We started walking around while talking making it look like he was just helping a customer. 

Before long our conversation, as always, took a turn towards more sexual subjects. He complained that his sex life had been so nonexistent lately that he was so horny he wanted to pull it out right here and now and give it a good yank. 

Without even thinking, I offered to do it for him. Jeremy stared into my eyes for a few seconds and without breaking contact, he reached down, undid his fly and took out his r=erect cock. Before I knew what was happening m y hand was stoking his hard cock.

Jeremy had a pretty much average sized, cut cock, fairly straight and with a surprising amount of precum oozing from the tip. After making sure that there was no one around, I once again stared into Jeremy's eyes as I lowered down onto my knees. His cock was only inches from my mouth and I did not hesitate. After licking away the precum and a few gentle licks and kisses to the head, I slowly sucked it in between my eager lips and began giving my very first blow job.

Jeremy thrust his hips to meet my mouth as he kept watch, he definitely must have been very horny because it only took seconds before he said that he was about to cum. He began to remove his cock from my mouth but I grabbed firm onto his ass and forced it deep within my throat as he erupted his load of cum into me. Once done Jeremy removed his cock and I licked it clean.

After his cock left my lips, I lingered for a moment, gazing at his semi hard cock and pondering the events of the last few moments. Suddenly my daze was interrupted by a rustle to my left. There stood a young man, a total stranger, applauding the sex show that he obviously had just witnessed. Jeremy quickly adjusted his cock and did up his fly. I was so totally shocked that I did not even notice Jeremy sneaking away but here I was, on my knees in front of a total stranger with telltale traces of cum still on my chin. 

The stranger introduced himself as Dave and praised me for the excellent show. I immediately tried to deny everything until he pulled out his cell phone and began showing me a full set of pictures of me giving Jeremy a hand job followed by a blow job.

As I stood up Dave commented that today must be his lucky day because not only did he get to witness a free sex show but now he owns his very own cock sucker. I tried to rationalize with him but he told me that from now on I was his, unless I wanted these pictures to go public.

I tried to grab for his phone but missed and he explained that he had already uploaded them somewhere and it would not help getting the phone. 

Dave lead me out to the parking lot and asked where my car was. Once in the car he began photographing copies of my I.D. Fortunately the parking lot was not very full because when he was done he undid and partially lowered his pants and told me that it was his turn.

I tried to object but he said that it was either here or outside in the middle of the parking lot.

I leaned over, taking his stiff cock in my hand and giving it a little stroke as I lowered my mouth down to it. There was a drop of precum on the tip. I took a second to lick it off before sucking his big hard cock into my mouth. E was noticeably larger than Jeremy had been but I got right to work, bouncing my head up and down, my lips and tongue massaging his erect cock. I figured that the sooner I could make him cum the less chance there was that I would get caught. With my left hand cradling his balls, my right hand wrapped around his shaft and his hand on the back of my head, I feverishly sucked his cock with him forcing a little more in with each stroke. 

After a few minutes, which seemed like an eternity, I could hear his breathing starting to increase, then without warning his cock erupted within my mouth, sending streams of cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop and when he was finished I began to remove my mouth from his cock. He held me firmly in place while he rubbed his wet cock all over my face.

Just as I sat up another car pulled in beside us, the woman driver seemed to be staring at us I don't know if see caught me raising my head from Dave's crotch. We sat there for quite a while with Dave asking me all kinds of questions about my home life, my work, etc.

Finally he got out of my car and told me that he would call me tomorrow.

Driving home it's a wonder that I didn't have an accident to this day I still don't remember the drive. My mind was racing in two different directions. One part amazed that I had just fulfilled my long time fantasy, twice, while the other trying to figure out how I was going to get free from Dave's blackmailing and what my life would be like if those pictures were ever made public.

I had a very restless night's sleep that night but still got up with my wife when she went to work. As soon as she was gone I got busy doing my own work, hoping that it would take my mind off of my predicament.

Shortly after noon the phone rang, it was Dave he was coming over and would be here in a few minutes. I felt like locking the door and not answering it but I knew that that would not end well. Sure enough Dave showed up right on time. He was carrying a small shopping bag. 

He entered the house and took a brief look around, reaching into the bag he removed a pair of women's lacy pink panties. He tossed them to me and instructed me to put them on and nothing else. 

I began to protest but he gave me a dirty look and pulled out his phone.

I started to walk into the next room to change but he stopped me and ordered me to change right here. Reluctantly, I unbuttoned and removed my shirt, then my pants, socks and briefs. My cock was standing out almost fully erect as I raised the pink panties up to cover it. 

Dave told me to smile as he snapped a few pictures of me in the pink panties. He began to undress until he stood before me, totally naked, sporting that familiar looking hard cock. He told me that yesterday I had sucked his cock but today I was going to make love to it or else.

Dave laid his naked body down on the couch and instructed me to kneel at his side then he instructed me to make sure that I please him or else the picture with the pink panties will be on his social networking account today.

I took his cock in my and as I began sliding my tongue up and down the shaft taking a pause to kiss the head at one end and suck a ball into my mouth at the other end. The veins on his cock were swollen as it flexed its girth in anticipation of the treat that it was about to receive. My mouth opened wide as I slid down over his big shaft taking him deep into my throat. Dave moaned as I deep throated him. Today was quite different from yesterday, he was in no hurry. My mouth grew sore from being stretched for so long and my neck was sore from bobbing up and down on his cock but I gave it my all, doing every depraved deed that Dave suggested even rimming his anus.

Dave was nice enough to record every foul deed that he made me do for future blackmail evidence. He would get me to look into the lens and smile with my mouth stuffed full of his cock or balls or my tongue penetrating his anus.

After a couple of hours of Dave degrading me to the best of his knowledge, he finally deposited a large load of cum, half in my mouth and the other half all over my face another picture perfect moment.

As Dave was leaving he handed me the bag and told me to be smart and use them, whatever that meant. He also told me that when He arrives tomorrow I must be wearing my pink panties and nothing else. After he left I check out the contents of the bag and found some sort of lubricating jelly and a set of three different sized butt plugs. It was all too obvious what was in store for me tomorrow.

At first I refused to consider using the butt plug but eventually realized that it would be better if I did. I inserted the small, well lubed plug into my butt and wore it while finishing my work. By the time my wife came home I had graduated up to the medium plug and could walk normal enough that she never noticed.

The next morning with the help of lots of lube and quite a bit of force, stepped up to the largest plug. I kept it in all day to stretch myself and prepare for the inevitable. Shortly after noon the phone rang, it was Dave and he was on his way over. I quickly went upstairs, undressed and donned my pink panties after removing the butt plug.

Opening the door I had my head lowered but was still shocked to see two pairs of feet, Dave had brought a friend and here I stood naked except for my pretty pink panties and sporting a huge erection. The two men laughed as they entered, Dave introduced his friend as Scott and me as their slut.

The two men undressed and Dave told me to remove my pretty panties and kneel down and give Scott the same treatment that he got yesterday. As soon as I began to service Scott I felt Dave move in behind me and without much effort he inserted his stiff cock into my opened anus. I moaned as he worked his cock deeper into me with each thrust but never took my mouth off of Scott's cock. The pounding that my ass was receiving from Dave was driving Scott's cock deeper into my throat than anyone had ever been. Scott was the first to cum shooting jets of cum deep within my throat while Dave continued to pound my ass. 

I stayed in place cleaning Scott as I felt Dave tense up then unload his seed into me. After resting with a cold beer the two men traded places and my ordeal resumed.

The two men left shortly before it was time for my wife to come home, leaving me just enough time to clean up the house and myself and get dressed.

As well as I try to hide the truth, my wife suspects something, she thinks that there is another woman little does she know that I am the other woman.



Owned



My name is Jody Morrison. I am married to James, the most wonderful, gentle man in the world. I love him deeply. We have one child, Bonnie, a girl nine months of age.

We were the typical family. My husband enjoyed his job and because of this he gained rapid promotions. He was the area manager for a group of electronics stores. He was required to travel but only ever stayed overnight when it was absolutely necessary.

Our sex life was wonderful. He was a gentle, thoughtful lover. His main aim was to make sure I was satisfied. Even after Bonnie came along he was very understanding of my needs. He was careful and gentle when we first made love after her birth.

I had everything I ever wanted. But I would give it up all in a moment.

I learned at an early age that I was a submissive person. I had some boyfriends who found this out and took great delight in humiliating me in public. I was so embarrassed but it turned me on like you wouldn't believe.

I met my master two years ago. I was wandering through the Internet D/s chat rooms when I found a man that sounded like the type of master I could belong to. I began talking to him. We found out that we lived in the same city. He immediately went to a private chat with me. As soon as I arrived he ordered me to strip.

I was at home on my laptop. It was early evening and my husband was due home soon. Bonnie was having a nap. My pussy was sopping wet. I took off all my clothes. 

Then he said, "Take a photo and post it here. NOW."

I did as he wished. My pussy kept dripping with anticipation.

"Very nice slut," was his next message. "Now film yourself masturbating and send me the recording."

I obeyed straight away. I turned on the video camera and began teasing myself. It took almost no time before I was experiencing one of those orgasms that I hadn't felt since I was married. I attached the film to my next post.

"Good slut. Get dressed. I will contact you tomorrow."

And that was it. In less than ten minutes this man had ordered me to strip and masturbate and I had obeyed. It was exciting. I had just gotten dressed when I heard my husband's car. I cleaned up as best I could. Bonnie was waking up so I went and got her. James was in the lounge room when I brought Bonnie out to him. He kissed me on the cheek and took the baby.

We had a relatively normal evening even though I couldn't stop myself thinking of the man in the chat room. By the time Bonnie was back in bed for the night James and I were both too tired for sex. We cuddled together and fell asleep spooning.

I went online as soon as James left for work. There was soon a message.

"Slut, be at 1640 Mountain Drive by 9:30 this morning. Wear nothing under a tight dress. Shave all hair off below your neck. Make sure you have slut make-up on. Do not be late. Bring some extra clothes with you."

I looked at the clock. It was almost 8:30. I had just over an hour to get ready and get there. I started to panic. It would take me a while to shave and get some clothes together. I knew what dress I would wear. I have a blue cocktail dress that is really tight on me and shows off my curves nicely.

I showered and shaved in record time. I put on my make-up quickly too. Dark, smoky eyes, a lot of blush and ruby red lips. I got into my car and began to drive. When I was halfway there I realised that I never even considered not going. In fact I was wet down below in anticipation.

I arrived at the Mountain Drive address and found myself staring up at a mansion. I parked my car and went to the front door. Before I could knock it was opened by the biggest, most handsome black man I had ever seen.

"Welcome to my home, Slut. You are just in time. Come inside. Give me your car keys, go through to the den, take off your dress and kneel facing the desk with your hands behind you."

I did as he asked. I waited for what seemed like an eternity. Then I heard the door open. I sensed that he was right behind me.

He whispered in my ear, "Good slut."

With that he handcuffed me. He had me bend at the waist and put my forehead on the floor. I felt his hands on my butt. Then he removed his hands. I heard a swish and moments later my ass leapt in pain. He had whipped me. I knew better than to cry out but couldn't help myself.

"Don't you EVER cry out in my presence slut. You've just earned yourself a beating."

He whipped me again and again. I lost count how many times he hit me. My ass was on fire but my pussy was dripping. He saw this when he finished my punishment. He gently played with my pussy until I had a massive orgasm. I think I passed out. I know I squirted all over his hand. When I regained my senses he had his hand up to my mouth. I knew that he wanted me to clean my cum from his hand. I did so eagerly, lapping at his palm and sucking his fingers in turn.

"Good little slut," he said and I beamed with delight. "Now suck my cock. DO NOT spill a drop."

He dropped his trousers and I was face to face with a huge black cock. It was at least ten inches and as thick as my wrist. I sucked on it eagerly. I swallowed a few times trying to deep throat it. It took me a while but I was successful. He pounded my face. Every thrust pushed his stomach into my face, hard. My throat was on fire but I loved it. This was where I should be. This was how I should be treated. I was nearly cumming without being touched.

Suddenly he tensed up and pushed even harder. Then gallons of cum went straight down my gullet. I didn't spill any. When he withdrew I followed his cock so I could clean it up. I wanted his to brutally fuck me so I was desperate to keep him hard.

He went to my rear end and stuffed his cock into my pussy. I moaned in delight as he ravaged me. He was brutal. He treated me like a rag doll. He fucked me harder than I've ever been fucked before. It was raw, animalistic sex. And I loved every minute of it. 

He slowed down and said, "Who's your master?"

"You are."

"What will you do for me?"

"Anything you ask."

"Anything?"

"Anything. I'll be your fuck doll. Just don't stop. I'll do anything to keep you fucking me. I'll do whatever you want."

"You'll do anything I say? Even if I whore your slut ass out?"

"Oh, yes, please, whore me out. Make me fuck anyone, just as long as I get to fuck you."

"Slut, you don't say anything like that. You'll fuck me if I say so, not if you want it. You will be for my pleasure, and mine alone. Get it?"

"I understand, master. I will do anything you ask. I will dedicate myself to you and your pleasure. You can do anything you want with me."

"Don't call yourself 'I.' You will talk about yourself in the third person, understand?"

"This slut understands master. Please beat this slut if she gets it wrong."

"That's my slut."

He then grabbed my hair and began pounding me again. I was fucked beyond recognition. I was cumming continually from the brutal fucking I was getting.

He came inside me, slapped my face and left.

"Stay," was all he said.

I could feel his cum running down my legs. I was panting like a bitch in heat. And it was heavenly. While he fucked me I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. He was everything I wanted in a master. I had forgotten that I was a wife and mother but I knew I would leave that life in a second if my master asked me to.

He returned some time later with a group of his friends. The fucking began immediately. Someone thrust his cock into my mouth while someone else fucked me. I loved it. I was battered and bruised, my wrists were raw where the handcuffs rubbed against my skin but I was where I wanted to be.

This continued all morning. No one spoke to me. They fucked me, I blew them but I wasn't a person in their eyes. I was a thing, a fuck toy.

When they had all finished they took turns pissing on me. Master ordered me to drink it down but I spilled quite a bit. I was whipped for that. I was so turned on that when the whip hit my cunt I came.

The men left and master made me shower and put my dress back on. He got me into his car and said, "I have a surprise for you but I need to know something first. Are you my slut?"

"Yes, master, this slut is yours and yours alone."

"What about your husband and child?"

"This slut is yours master. They do not matter."

"Good slut."

He drove me into town and we entered a tattoo shop. I was ordered to lift my dress so the tattooist could give me a tramp stamp. He whistled when he saw I wasn't wearing any knickers.

It was to be two words, "Antwan's Slave."

I think I came while it was being done. I was so happy that such a man would think me worthy of being marked in such a way that was a declaration of his dedication to me. The pain of the tattoo being done only enhanced the experience.

Antwan took me back to his home when it was done. I was ordered to dress and go home. I was devastated. "Master, has this slave done something wrong?"

"No, slut."

"But master, I want to stay here with you."

He slapped me hard across the face. He drew blood. "What you want doesn't matter. What I want matters. I want you to go home, knowing you will have to keep your tramp stamp away from your husband's eyes. I order you to fuck him tonight. See if he notices anything."

"Yes, master, whatever you say."

I returned home. My little girl was happy to see me, and the nanny went home. I spent the rest of the day reliving everything that had happened. Now that I was home I was scared. What if Master didn't really want his slut? What if my husband found out what I had done and didn't want me?

I tried to act normally when my husband came home. Knowing Master wanted me to fuck him tonight I was especially amorous towards him. We went to bed and made love. We didn't fuck, we made love. His average penis found its way into my vagina and I felt nothing at all. He came after a short while and asked me if I did too. I lied and said he was wonderful and of course I came. Didn't he always make me cum?

Later that night I got a message from master. "Slut, be at my house at 9 in the morning. Wear a tight dress and no underwear."

My heart leapt. He wanted me again. I went to sleep with a smile on my face.

I arrived on time. My master brought me inside, pushed me to my knees and fucked my mouth. I couldn't breathe but he kept fucking. He came quickly, dragged me outside to my car and said, "Get in and drive."

He gave me directions. We went to the tattoo parlour again. This time I was to be tattooed on my right breast with the queen of spades, a sign of my love for black cock.

We went to Antwan's favourite club, a strip joint. He took me to a private room. I was ordered to strip and do whatever anyone who came wanted. I spent the next four hours being fucked every which way. I had cocks in my cunt, cocks in my ass, and cocks in my mouth. Everyone who came in degraded me in some way. Apart from fucking me they called me a worthless cunt, a cum dump, a stupid slut. Every time I was called something nasty a surge of pleasure ran through me. Every time someone's cock used me I had a mini orgasm. I knew this was where I should be and this was my life now. Knowing these things made me cum.

Antwan ordered me to go home and fuck my husband again. I was ordered to keep my tattoos from him.

I tried but I think he was suspicious that something was going on. When we fucked I kept my top on instead of taking it off as I normally did. Fortunately he didn't say anything and I didn't volunteer anything.

I got a message from Antwan. "Slut, you are mine. Tomorrow, bring all your things here. You will live here now. You will do everything I say. DO NOT say anything to your husband."

I shivered in delight. I was about to leave a man I loved, and whom I know loved me, and my baby, to go and be a slave to my master. I couldn't wait.

I hardly slept that night but was not quite awake when my husband left for work. He kissed my cheek and was gone. I got up immediately and packed all of my clothes and personal belongings into two suitcases. I put them into my car. When the nanny arrived I kissed my baby girl and left for my new life with my master.



Owned



I stood alone at the Detroit airport, a thousand miles away from home, waiting for a man I'd never met, but in whom I'd invested so much of myself over the last six months. I felt as if my whole future was riding on this meeting; like all my years of searching, all my hopes and dreams were wound up in this moment. I wanted so much for Colin to be right for me. I felt like if I failed again, I wouldn't have the strength to look anymore. We would have four days alone, with nothing planned but exploring each other. Four days to find out if this compassionate man of words could also be the recklessly passionate Dominant that I had spent half my life trying to find.

I had been intrigued by the idea of submission long before I knew what to call it. A magical affair in college with an iron willed older man had given me a taste of how good kink could be. He did things to me that I was ashamed to want, but he absolved my guilt by demanding them. He spanked me with my own hairbrush, insisted that I masturbate while he watched, and taught me that pain could intensify pleasure. I had few inhibitions, but he delighted in pushing at the ones that I had, and expected unquestioning obedience. He made me feel sexier than anyone ever had, and there was nothing that I wouldn't try for him, at least once. 

The affair was magically intense, but like a shooting star, burned itself out in a rapid blaze of glory. Those were the eighties, and I lived in the Bible Belt, so as far as I knew, I was a sexual anomaly, alone in the world. The need to be conquered had been awakened and I would never be free of it. With no outlet for my darker side, I bound my feelings up tightly inside myself, and hid them from the scrutiny of the staid, pious, and traditional world I lived in.

Predictable reality regained its stranglehold, and I lived the life that I was expected to live. I married a man who seemed to embody the traits I thought would translate to happiness; strong, macho, and oozing with testosterone. He provided for me, and admired me, but I might as well have been a porcelain doll in a curio cabinet for all he understood about me. My passion slowly burned out as it became clear that the things I wanted in the bedroom held little appeal for him. He tried, at first, tying me up when I shared that fantasy. I liked it as much as I had thought I might, but he untied me immediately, bringing me back to earth with an awkward jolt. It was painfully obvious that he had done it just because I asked, and it was not something that he enjoyed. The high of a powerful climax fizzled quickly, replaced by the sinking feeling that there was something wrong with me. Even wrapped in his arms, I was alone.

As the years passed, it became harder and harder to ignore the fundamental problem; something I should have known all along. He was a man's man, and not really interested in my thoughts and interests. Our existence was mired in our ordinary routine, day to day trivialities were all we ever discussed, and uninhibited desire had no place there. I buried my fantasies, along with my hunger for affection. Sex became a mechanical process that we compressed to the smallest amount of time possible, so that we could get back to our increasingly separate lives.

Most of the women I knew would have been happy to trade places with me, but contentment felt more like a heavy blanket in July than anything else. My husband's manly nature had not translated to the direction and structure that I craved, but instead had left me isolated and lonely. He didn't want or need my company outside of bed, and he was unable to share what I needed in bed. I lived this half life for far too long, and then one day, I couldn't live it anymore. I put an official end to something that had been dead for years, and made a conscious decision to never again settle for ordinary. 

The 80's were nothing but a bad memory, and the Bible Belt could no longer suppress the wealth of knowledge provided by the internet. With no one left to make me feel ashamed of my desires, I began to read pornography, gravitating almost immediately to BDSM. I was voracious, devouring every story about dominance and submission I could find. After a while, I realized that even the best stories were pretty formulaic, and I had to giggle at the cookie cutter heroine. She was always young, strong spirited, and determined that the hero would never break her. Even when she began to realize that she liked submitting to the devastatingly handsome ne'er-do-well, she railed against her fate, and wondered what was wrong with her for enjoying it. Not once did I encounter a woman like me. I was sure of what I wanted, and had no illusions. I needed to be dominated and owned. I just wasn't so sure how to go about getting my heart's desire.

None of that stopped me from reading and rereading my favorites, though, fantasizing about the hero. My hand often slipped down into my panties, daydreaming about the perfect Dominant, constructing him carefully in my mind. He would be tall, dark, and experienced; bold and arrogantly self assured. He would be strong and silent, and the epitome of masculinity, bending me to his will effortlessly. He would make me his own without hesitation. 

I choreographed endless scenarios in my head, but they almost all ended with me on my knees, happily offering myself to the man who could possess me. Of course there would be a token struggle, as a nod to the heroines of all those stories, but we would both know the outcome. Totally obsessed, I was determined to find the Dom of my dreams, and I began an exhaustive, methodical search. I had already had a lifetime of conventional, and I knew that it wasn't for me.

With the internet as my tour guide, all sorts of candidates were at my fingertips, and I chatted with dozens. The first likely contender was successful, determined, and very sexy. The first time we met in person, he turned me over his knee and spanked me until I was moments away from orgasm, and then forced himself into my mouth. I thought I was in heaven, at least for a while. It didn't last long. He was imaginative, attentive, and affectionate, until I showed any sign of being able to make my own decisions. Then he would fly into a rage, and call me controlling. I was so inexperienced that I was afraid I was a bad submissive, but I also knew that I would never succeed at pretending to be helpless. I wanted a man who took pride in subduing my strong will; not one who made me feel guilty for it.

The next contestant was a man who understood the submissive role very well. He wouldn't let me call him by his first name, and was every bit as strict and structured as the Doms I had read about. He could make me wet with his voice alone, and had one of the most beautiful bodies I'd ever seen. In bed, he went from tender to brutal and back again, in the blink of an eye, and it seemed to be very much like the relationships I'd read about. It only took a few weeks, though, to realize that he enjoyed humiliating me. It could be argued that every submissive craves being put in her place, but he elevated subjugation to an art form. Being with him was just another form of isolation, and left me feeling worthless. He enjoyed the sexual acts I craved, but I never once felt cherished.

Determined to expand my horizons, I had a brief affair with a woman. She was a Domme, and the novelty of being with her was thrilling; the ultimate unknown frontier for me. She was lithe and fit and every man I knew wanted her. Knowing that she only had eyes for me was such a deliciously dirty secret. The very first time we were together, she put me on my knees and tied my wrists tightly behind my back. Sitting in front of me with her legs spread wide, she pulled my face between her thighs. Her hands threaded through my hair held me fast, and I bathed her folds furiously with my tongue, as eager for her orgasm as my own. I came like a rocket, without her laying so much as a finger on me. But after the newness of pleasuring a woman wore off, there was little between us except sex. I learned that my body would respond to women, but I needed the security of a man's firm embrace.

I communicated with many others. There was no shortage of men with sexual fantasies who were looking for a playmate. I got very good at sorting through stories and lies, and actually met a few more, but found each more disappointing or terrifying than the last. By the time I found Colin on an erotic literature site, I had begun to despair. I knew just the traits I wanted, the features that should add up to a capable Dominant, but the people who embodied those traits weren't making me happy. I had chatted with so many men I couldn't even count them anymore, and increasingly they were fading into one big blur. What I wanted didn't seem that difficult; rugged, manly, strong, and dominant. I'd certainly read about that perfect man in enough erotic stories. But somehow, when I got to know those men a little better, they were no deeper than a dirty puddle.

Oddly, Colin was everything that I had never wanted. It seemed only logical to me that I needed a macho athletic type; a man of few words. His manly nature would make it easy for him to push aside my protests, and have his way with my body. Colin was none of those things. He was gentle, sensitive, and compassionate. At first glance, he bore little resemblance to my mythical mate. Cooking, sewing, and a passion for the written word were nowhere on my shopping list for attributes of the perfect Dom. I was very candid about my desires from the beginning, though. Having looked for so long, it was becoming easy to express exactly what I wanted. My yearning to be possessed awakened a part of him that had slept for too long, and we corresponded feverishly, my needs igniting his own. He questioned me exhaustively about my feelings, needs, and motives, and taught me more about myself than anyone ever had. His desire to be inside my head was nothing short of intoxicating. I knew in my gut that I had to meet him. If I didn't, I would always wonder if he could have been the one.

So now here I stood, waiting. He had called to say he was running late, a fact for which he'd apologized sincerely. It gave me more time to reflect, and I wasn't sure if that was good or bad. We had started writing to each other almost by accident. He had replied to my post on the website's personals page, but obviously had me confused with someone else. I called him on it, laughingly pointing out that the woman in the red dress whose profile picture he'd appreciated wasn't me. He was so embarrassed that he very nearly disappeared after one message. It didn't seem like the smooth move the kind of man I had been looking for would make, but something made me keep trying. He was kind, respectful, and funny in his embarrassment, and hard not to like. He was articulate, obviously intelligent, and his words captivated me from the very first day. Within a week, we had exchanged almost 10,000 words, each telling stories long locked away from the world, the anonymity of the internet making it feel safe and warm. 

On so many levels, he was perfect for me, but he wasn't the man I'd set out to look for. His tenderness and emotional strength caressed my soul, but he had always kept a tight rein on the alpha male that our conversations had released. I was afraid that his gentle nature would triumph, and he would realize that taking a woman roughly was something that only worked for him in fantasy. The shadow image of the dominant my imagination had conjured shimmered like a mirage in the distance, and my head urged me to run before it was too late. The terminal offered safety, but the hundreds of emails and confidences Colin and I had shared over the last few months kept me rooted to the sidewalk. I was wise enough to know that I had put myself at risk by coming here, but he was different from anyone I had ever known. My heart recited the precious litany of his words, and my head pounded from trying so hard to suppress everything else.

Colin had been raised by women. The only man at the kitchen table from the age of five, he had listened to women's tales and grievances, and learned to be painstakingly respectful of them. The dominant streak in him, long suppressed, responded quickly to my need to submit. I am a strong, capable woman, and this neither surprised nor concerned him. He was not threatened by strength, and expected nothing less from women. The concept of surrender being a gift freely given from a position of strength was a revelation to him. Like me, he had not found what he needed in marriage, and was now committed solely to a demanding career. This long weekend during a business trip had opened up for him suddenly, and it seemed like providence. I hopped on a plane because he was my best friend already. I had to know if he could also be the lover and Dominant that I needed.

I had slept with lots of men, before and after my marriage, but Colin had already given me many more firsts than any of them. He had studied writing in college, and had a passion for poetry that I didn't share. Very early in our correspondence, he challenged that dislike. He asked me to read "The Desiderata" aloud, and tell him how it made me feel. I didn't realize it at the time, but this was my first assignment. I failed miserably. I had done more or less as he directed, but my reply was sadly insufficient, as I merely said that I had enjoyed it. He immediately pointed out that my lack of a proper response amounted to disobedience. His terse redirection glowed like a branding iron, and burned into my flesh.

"When I give you an assignment, you will carry it out as directed, and provide me with exact details. Now I need you to go into your bathroom, strip naked, kneel on the tile, and read it aloud three times as I directed, slowly, letting the words sink into you each time. Then you will write to me, describing how it made you feel."

Easily reaching across the miles between us, he took my hand and led me to the bathroom, pushing me to my knees. It was not the first time, and would not be the last, that his words would rise from the page and touch my heart. I will never be able to read that poem again without remembering the cold hard floor, and how connected we were in that moment. Making poetry sexy was nothing short of a miracle to me, but nearly everything about him amazed me. The months of correspondence had built worlds of words between us, pages each day. All now in my mind, waiting only to be lived. Unspeakable acts flowed from his pen; desires I could not name without stammering or blushing. I yearned for each and every one.

Hard as it was to reconcile him with the stern silent Dom I'd wished for, I had fallen in love with Colin almost immediately. He was a Renaissance man, able to do seemingly anything, but he was also the most sensitive man I had ever encountered. Eerily empathetic, he always seemed to know what I was thinking, and to care about my feelings. His need to explore my mind was terribly flattering. The men I'd known had cared little for women's thoughts, and my fantasy man probably wouldn't have, either. We had discussed sex more than anything else, but my heart whispered that our need for each other went much further. There were many things about him that appealed to me, but his intelligence and sensitivity were the real attractions. My will to submit was easily defeated by my own intellect and over the years of searching, I had come to understand that I could only totally surrender to a man who I could respect as my mental equal. I knew the decisions that Colin would make for me would be as good as my own.

I was painfully aware that what we shared in writing and phone calls wouldn't necessarily translate to sexual chemistry. We had discussed the elusive nature of physical attraction, and how our bodies might not follow our minds' lead. He had assured me that if we weren't compatible in person, we could still stake out separate corners of the room, and email each other to regain our happy place for the weekend. The mental picture made me smile, but it seemed like a very sane fallback position. I also knew, though, that it would very nearly destroy me. He was slowly redefining every truth I knew about men, and I couldn't bear to think about the possibility that our budding relationship wouldn't survive. My heart was filled with love, and I longed to share that secret with this man who had already become my best friend, the man I had yet to meet.

Colin pulled up to the curb in front of me, breaking into my thoughts abruptly. I took a deep breath and stepped forward to that place where fantasy meets reality. We had exchanged pictures eventually, after so many words a bit reluctant to dilute the voices of our hearts with images. He was no fonder of being photographed than I was, and had sent a picture taken with his laptop. The lighting was soft, and his shirt casual, but it was little more than a headshot. His eyes held a gentleness and depth that spoke of the empath behind them, and assured me that I would always be safe.

Today however, he was between business meetings, and wore a suit. It made him look more like the Dom of my favorite stories. It also made him look more formidable than I had expected, and less accessible. He came around the car quickly, took my bag without asking, and moved briskly about the business of stowing it in the trunk. His gentle nature and absolute transparency had given me the courage to come here alone, and now it seemed conspicuously absent, replaced by brusque efficiency. In person, the fact that he was seven inches taller was impossible to ignore, and I swallowed quickly, trying to reconcile this intimidating stranger with the photograph I'd memorized. 

We had talked so much about this first meeting that I thought I knew exactly what to expect. He had teasingly threatened to push me to my knees beside the car, pulling my face to his groin, reminding me of my place. There had also been many frank conversations about pain, and the fact that it was a sexual trigger for me; that I loved to be spanked. It seemed to intrigue him intellectually almost as much as it stirred his desire. The idea that I might enjoy the suffering that he wanted to inflict compelled him. Even so, it shocked me when he pushed me down over the seat of his rented minivan, bending me in front of everyone at the crowded airport. He held my head down on the cloth seat, and stroked my ass, approving of the thin skirt I'd worn at his direction. When his fingers found the line of my panties, he lifted my skirt, his voice a low growl in my ear.

"I told you not to wear panties. You've already earned your first spanking."

My feeble protests about people seeing us were well muffled by the upholstery. He delivered three sharp slaps to each cheek before smoothing down my skirt, and allowing me to stand. He smiled for the first time, amused at my obvious embarrassment over something we'd discussed many times. I felt my face flush, and waited for something from him to ease the awkwardness of the situation, but he just held the door open silently, waiting for me to get in.

After I was settled, he reached across me to fasten my seat belt, still disconcertingly silent. My bottom tingled from those quick slaps, but it seemed sadly anti-climactic, and left me needing more. Even after all the desires we'd expressed and dissected, the ride was awkward, and the conversation that had flowed so easily for months now seemed strained. I had fallen hard for a passionate intellectual with the soul of a poet, but maybe I'd only seen what I needed. My track record was alarmingly dismal, and I began to be afraid that I'd made another mistake. I had been on the verge of telling him that I loved him. Now I couldn't even seem to make small talk.




Owned



It suddenly dawned on me that the men I had always gravitated toward seemed to not like women much. Women were for filling the spaces in their lives. Halftime entertainment. Once their passion was spent, there was no further reason to pretend they were interested in emotions. Colin had seemed very different, but when he casually announced that he had to go back to work that afternoon, it made me wonder if he was just more of the same. Where was the exceptional man I had fallen in love with? Now there was a dispassionate stranger beside me, making small talk about the map. The enormity of the leap I'd made in coming here began to hammer at my temples. 

Colin was staying close to the airport, but the drive seemed to take forever as I searched fruitlessly for witty conversation. The hotel was full, and the only parking available left us with a very long walk to his room. He handed me the smaller of my two bags without a word, and set off quickly, with little regard for my inability to match his pace. It almost felt like he was trying to get away. We had not hugged or kissed, and had exchanged few words. Now I was almost running, trying to keep up with him. By the time he stopped and pulled a key card out of his wallet, the butterflies in my stomach were approaching frenzy status. No longer sure of anything, I followed him into the room, slowly, almost numb. When the door closed behind us, he finally broke the silence that had descended upon us. His only words were simple and direct; oddly calming and unsettling, all at once.

"Take your clothes off, Pet."

From our very first phone conversation, he had called me 'Pet'. The familiarity of the endearment reassured me, at the same time that his tone and the finality of the command unnerved me. He had seen pictures, carefully posed and cropped to show my best. He had not seen me naked, up close, with all my imperfections on display. My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my blouse slowly, eyes locked on his, needing some sign from him, but unable to name it. There was no doubt there, and none of the gentleness that I had come to expect from him, only quiet authority. I was now shivering from a mix of hope and fear, but I did as I was told. All too soon I stood naked before him, unsure what to do, mesmerized by the raw need in his expression. He asked me to turn around slowly, and his eyes traveled my body greedily, as if he were memorizing every detail. I had no doubt that he saw every inch of me, but still no indication if he found me pleasing.

"Come. Take my shoes off."

His simple words were those of the man I'd fallen in love with, and my uncertainty burned away like early morning mist in the sun. I knelt at his feet, my breath coming fast and ragged as I obeyed, intensely aware of the service I yearned to provide. He made no effort to lighten the weight of his foot on my thigh as I untied his shoe, and the very solidity of it centered me like nothing I'd ever experienced before. Naked at the feet of this fully clothed man, there was no way to escape my position. He was using me as his property, and it took me back instantly to the first time he'd made me kneel, and the serenity it brought me. Calm now, I followed his patient, precise instructions, the sound of his voice like warm honey over my body. He directed me to remain on my knees, and remove the rest of his clothing, folding each item neatly before being allowed to proceed. 

I had been afraid all along that he would be too gentle and considerate. My dream Dom took what he wanted, and damn the consequences. I was afraid that Colin's compassionate nature would make him hesitant and unsure. He quickly proved me wrong. His hands were everywhere, fierce and urgent, bruising my flesh as his teeth sank into my neck. I whimpered softly, but the gush between my thighs was undeniable. The hunger we had both suppressed too long quickly banished the painful shyness of the car ride. I expected him to throw me onto the bed and claim his prize. He had other ideas.

He wound my hair around his hand and pushed me roughly to the desk. He grabbed a pillow from the bed to soften the unforgiving edge, and bent me over it. He spread my ankles and tied them to the legs of the desk with bandanas he pulled from his suitcase. He worked so quickly that I realized it had been his plan all along. He then tied my wrists to the opposite legs, securing me across the table. My earlier panic returned as I realized the extent of my helplessness. I spoke his name softly, afraid, desperately needing reassurance. The only reply to my quiet appeal was an extra bandana pushed firmly into my mouth. I shook my head violently, trying in vain to dislodge it, my mind racing even faster than my heart. My fantasy began to evaporate, leaving cold reality in its place. For all the words we had exchanged, this was still a stranger, and I was now naked and helpless before him. I suddenly felt that I had been an optimistic fool, and now I was going to pay the price. Then, gentle fingers closed over mine, manipulating them, forming a peace sign. The safe sign that we'd discussed many times.

"Pet, one signal from you and this all goes away. You will always be safe with me. Even if it's our own madness I'm saving you from."

Colin had never failed to understand what I needed, and just what I was feeling, and I couldn't believe I'd forgotten that. He gently bent my fingers into each of the simple signs we had agreed to use: green, yellow, and red for all stop. His hands on mine reminded me that I still had choices. I adored his care and tenderness, but I was also fascinated by glimpses of the beast tightly leashed inside him. Suddenly, he was the fire breathing dragon and the white knight all rolled into one.

"Pet. I'm waiting. Are we okay?"

My words taken away, I nodded my head slowly, steeling myself for what I feared, but had so long desired. He started slowly, letting my anticipation build, letting the helplessness of my situation tease the moisture from me. He showed me the cane he had cut; three feet of supple willow branch as thick as his pinky. Taking advantage of my spread legs, he ran the smooth shaft between my already slick lips, telling me about cutting it, and how it would feel on my skin. The fact that the branch came away from my folds damp was not lost on him. He stroked me gently, kissing my neck softly, leaving me ill prepared for what would follow.

The first lash took my breath away, white-hot pain making me buck against the desk. Nearly unbearable at first, agony almost immediately radiated from the blow. Heat and pain flowed smoothly towards nerve endings far away, changing slowly into pleasure. His hands gently stroked the welt that was already forming, and I arched my back wantonly; a silent plea for more. The cane slashed lower this time, across my upper thighs, and I moaned, lost in the swirling sensations. The pain was so sharp that I couldn't hold still, but I wanted more, wetter than I had ever been. There was no pride left, my thoughts were still, my passion now completely in control. One minute I was twisting my hips to escape the blows; then I would arch my back to invite the next. I was increasingly desperate for release, but could no longer ask for it.

He paced himself, carefully controlled, taking time between strikes, caressing me with the cane, showing me where the next blow would land. Harsh lashes were followed by knowing fingers that explored the wetness he had created. He circled me as he worked, one minute rubbing his silky cock across my face, the next shaping my fingers into my safe sign. My ass was on fire and coherent thought was difficult, but I knew I was safe, and that he would not take me anywhere I didn't want to go.

I have no idea how long this cycle continued, but I know that his pace increased as he gauged my responses, learning my tolerance. My body finally betrayed me, and the rain of blows brought me to a shuddering climax before he laid down the cane. He gently untied the bandanas that bound me, but when I was free, his grip was brutal as he pulled me up from the desk by my hair, and whispered in my ear.

"That is the last time you will ever cum without my permission."

He pushed me across the bed, face down, and straddled my thighs with little concern for the havoc he had wreaked on my bottom. The homey smell of clean linen filled my nose, and seemed oddly out of place with the undignified position. No longer bound, I was still completely at his mercy, and now a little nervous, resigned to pay the piper. He had given me intense pleasure, but I had never been able to climax more than once, and wondered how long I would be pinned to the bed while he sought his release. I had too many bad memories of lying beneath a grunting man, spent, dry, and praying for him to finish and let me up.

The minute he entered me, I knew that this was different. He held my thighs tightly together between his knees, and it made me intensely aware of every inch of him, sliding slowly into me. I was held firmly, owned completely, and had never felt freer. Rather than wishing for the end, I felt myself responding to him as strongly as if we'd just begun. Unbelievably, I felt another orgasm rising, and he sensed it, pushing deeper, urging me on. He yanked the bandana out of my mouth roughly, and a voice I barely recognized as my own managed two words.

"Sir, please..." 

I wasn't even certain what I was asking for, but he was.

"Say it, Pet. Ask me. Your pleasure belongs to me now."

"Please may I cum, Sir?"

It was the first time I'd ever spoken those words, though I'd read them many times. They were instantly right, and my heart soared. He had inhabited my head for months, but he had now claimed my body just as surely. He chuckled and gave his permission, riding hard down into me, restraint forgotten. My body contracted to a white hot point, and I was wracked with spasms stronger than I had ever known. The orgasm consumed me just as he had, and there was little left of me that did not belong to him.

I had barely stopped shaking when I heard the unmistakable plastic click of my bottle of lube being opened, then the shock of cool liquid between my cheeks. Anal sex had been something I'd enjoyed before, but it had been a very long time, and I had never lost the tinge of fear that came with the desire. I stiffened beneath him, but he leaned down to kiss my neck, whispering a gentle reminder.

"You belong to me, and I take care of my property. The final choice will always be yours."

It was exactly what I needed to hear, and my spent body seemed to melt into the sheets. His fingers entered me first, stretching me gently, stimulating, easing the way for his cock. I was lifting my ass off the bed to meet his hand long before he entered me, dignity a distant memory. He loved every minute of it. He refused to let me off the hook, making me say the words; making me ask him for what I wanted more than anything.

"Please?"

"Not good enough, little one. Use your words. Tell me the naughty thing that you need."

"Fuck me in the ass. Please Sir?"

Nice girls didn't beg for things like this, not even in the most explicit stories, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. He not only accepted what I wanted, he anticipated it, welcomed it, and made me own my needs more openly than I ever had. I felt desired, understood, and best of all; normal. The intellectual control freak was finally subdued, replaced by a hungry sexual creature ruled by passion. He plunged into me again and again, and I urged him on, no longer able to separate pain from pleasure. I wasn't even surprised when a third orgasm began to rise, but this time, asking for permission felt like the most natural thing in the world. When he was sure that I was spent, he finally allowed himself release, pushing deeper and deeper, claiming his territory. 

The afternoon was sensual and unhurried, and before it was over Colin had made me cum so many times that we both lost count, and he laughed gently at my assertion that I couldn't have multiple orgasms. He held me in his arms, work forgotten. We napped, and woke in easy comfort to the long shadows of evening. The dim light in the room gave me the courage to voice the fears of my heart.

"Did you like it?"

"Like what, my sleepy pet?"

I squirmed in his arms, still reluctant to bare my soul. It wasn't lost on me that I had flown halfway across the country, bold enough to let a stranger beat me with a stick, but still afraid to tell him that I loved him. He was always intuitive, and I was still terribly afraid that all the passion of the afternoon had been just for me. I suspected that he was generous enough to give me my fantasy, without enjoying it himself. I knew he was waiting for me to clarify, so I took a deep breath, and asked the question that would decide my future.

"Did you like doing those naughty things to me, or did you just do them because you knew I liked them?"

Colin's body began to shake, and there were a few seconds of terrible uncertainty before I realized he was laughing at me. His grip on my body tightened, and I couldn't see his face, but his breath was warm against my cheek, and his voice purred in my ear.

"Maybe it's time to show you."

Without another word, he sat up in the bed, pulling me across his lap unceremoniously. I struggled, shocked, but to no avail. He stroked my tender cheeks lightly, then began spanking them; slowly, deliberately. I squirmed and twisted, whimpering from the abuse my ass had already taken. I couldn't imagine what I'd done to deserve this, and was considering asking, when he yanked me off of his lap by my hair. He held my face between his legs for a moment, forcing me to stare at his swollen cock. 

"Now, Pet. Do you think I'm only doing this for you?"

Mesmerized by the sight of him, desperate for a taste, I could only shake my head helplessly. It was all he needed. He pushed roughly into my mouth, holding my face tightly, fiercely. I tried to slow his pace, wanting to prove my skill, but he was relentless. Time after time, he forced his way to the back of my throat, filling my mouth, holding me still, controlling the very air I breathed. Finally, when I thought I would surely pass out from the lack of oxygen, he pulled out one last time, rammed his cock balls deep into my mouth, and came so far down my throat that I never even tasted it. I was not even close to having another orgasm, but it was the sexiest thing I'd ever experienced.

I lay still for a few minutes, as spent and happy as I'd been after all the orgasms he'd given me. Then the words I'd thought to hide burst from my mouth, as if expelled by an emotional pressure cooker.

"I love you."

Horrified, I tensed in his arms, afraid to hear his reply. He kissed me gently on the top of my head and said these words.

"I know."

This was not the answer I had hoped for, and I immediately began to try to disentangle myself from his grip, blinded by sudden tears, flight seemingly my only option. He held me tightly, wrapping me securely in his arms. He must have felt me waiting for more, teetering on the edge, afraid to breathe.

"Those words don't come easily to me, Pet. I care very much for you, but love is used too lightly and too often. For me those words have always meant forever. Not just something to bind you to me, but a truth between us. Too often they are just manipulation; words used so much that ultimately they don't have much meaning. You are mine, I own you, and I will always take care of my possessions. And yes, Pet, I love you too. I've felt that for a long time. Meeting you was just proving to myself that it could be real."

A blissful peace settled over me, and I realized that this feeling was exactly what I'd looked for, through all my misguided searching. I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath, and I released it now, suddenly sure of my place in the world. Cherished, understood, owned, and loved.

Later that night, we had the hotel's hot tub all to ourselves. I sat between his legs with my back against his chest. The steaming water bubbled against us, and his arms were wrapped around my shoulders. I had never been happier in my life. Colin spoke quietly, his voice a caress as he talked about what we had done, where we had been, what the future would hold.

This was where I belonged, and the visceral joy of that knowledge was something I will never forget. I had come here hoping that sex with the man whose mind I adored could live up to my fantasy that a best friend could also be a Master. He had proved beyond a doubt that he could give me so much more than I had ever had the wisdom to look for. He had raised the bar so high that no other man could ever come close. He was the first to possess me so completely, but I knew in my heart that he would also be the last.



Owned



She sat on her stool in the window looking out at the wet street. She knew that he was somewhere making his way back to her but it was late and she needed him. The week had done its best to them both and all she wanted was his control now, to make her free once more.

It was still light when she sat down to look for him, so she didn't realize the lights were off. It was late, she wanted to take her shower and wash the day away but she knew how he enjoyed it so, and would not be pleased if she bathed without him. So she waited, dressed only in her long heavy winter robe; holding it close about her as she thought of how he might play with her this night.

She told herself that she must be patient, he had worked long and hard to help her achieve it. She shifted on the wood stool and thought of her Master and how he had helped her, guided her. It looked like any wooden classroom stool but the seat was larger, so that she would find it more comfortable when they used it. He had searched for it a very long time. It had to be just right for her large round rump. It was her punishment stool. Sometimes he would sit on it when he took her over his knee to dispense her lessons. But often it was where she sat when sentenced to the corner. It pleased him that she had grown attached to it and the need of it in their lives together.

It was a thoughtless gesture; an idle motion. But she felt her breath catch in her lungs as she realized she had caressed her nipples until they stood. She told herself it was natural, they had not seen each other for eleven days. Yes he called her each morning and she in turn called each night, but it wasn't the same as having him with her. She had been thinking of the weekend that would surround them, and how he always placed the rings back through her nipples when he arrived. The sensation returned and she touched herself. And a soft wave of guilt washed over her as she could almost hear his voice once again.

"Slower my sweet, stroke slower. You mustn't rush my pleasure."

Her master was not an unreasonable man. They spent much time away from each other, she needed to be able to enjoy the gift that was her sexuality when he could not be with her. But when she knew he would be with her again, from the moment she was told, her sexuality became his to control until he left her.

She realized what she had done, but stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked them until they dripped, all the same. Over and over she wet her fingers in her mouth and rubbed the nipples until they were tender and glistened dark and hard. Finally she felt what she longed for as her cunt lips began to swell.

She closed her eyes and let the darkness have her as she parted her thick thighs. Where was he and why must she suffer so? The more she played with her aching nipples the more she moaned for him. She wanted, needed to touch herself down deep in the wetness, but knew her master would not be pleased - not without permission.

She franticly searched the street as she began to shake for him...

" Oooooh my lord...Where are you?"

" Where I've been standing for some time Don't move."

She felt her desire turn a little chill, as she realized what her master had seen. She wanted, needed to explain.

" No. Don't turn around don't move. You mustn't look at me now, not at all."

She heard him put down his things and then move across the room slowly, deliberately as he climbed into her head.

" You were going to come, weren't you my lushes?"

" Oh no my lord."

" Then how many times have you come already?"

" Not once my lord!"

She tried to control the trembling in her voice but he enjoyed the sound of need mixed with a touch of fear.

" You know you must always tell me the truth. Do you think I did not see what you were doing my lovely slave?"

He stood only an inch away from her now and enjoyed how she shook all the more.

" You know you must not have pleasure unless I grant it, now don't you?"

His hand touched her neck and pushed the robe down off her lovely rounded shoulder.

" Oh I did nothing my lord, truly!"

" Nothing...truly?"

He coiled her braids through his fingers and pulled her firmly against his belly.

" Your eyes dance frantically; close them. Now - Tell me the truth."

" I have done nothing my lord. It was late and I waited for you."

" And your nipples - your fingers?"

She could feel his eyes examining her. She could almost see how he looked down at her full round body in the darkness of her eye lids. As his fist continued to hold her close, his other hand travelled from her throat, down over the hard nipples and finally to her wet fingers.

" It's only my saliva my lord, nothing more."

" Spread your thighs wider my precious."

The controlled cadence of his voice filled her. She knew and followed his rules but her body had failed her now, as her wetness increased and her heart beat faster.

" I see the lust dripping out of you in the street light slave, you made yourself come!"

" Oh please my lord, no. I never touched myself down there, not once!"

" But you wanted to, didn't you? And you want to now don't you?"

She fought to find the words as she felt his cock rising and growing hard against her back.

" Oh please my lord, I can't help wanting you."

" Yes my lovely, but you must be punished for letting it take control of you."

" Oh please?"

" Not right away, you must please me first. I've brought you a present, though I can think of no reason why you should have it. Open your eyes."

She opened her eyes and whimpered. Hanging in the air before her was a blue velvet blind fold, dangling inches from her face.

" Put it on my lovely."

He released her braids and she did as he commanded.

" Now turn around to face me."

She spun on the stool and he took in the sight of her swollen nipples and coffee and cream skin against the rich blue velvet. All the images of her through the day, were destroyed by one complete gaze.

" I am near my slave, very near. Do you feel me?"

" Yes my lord."

" Reach out for me."

Her hands came to rest on his chest.

" Now open your thighs wide and draw me near."

Again she did as he bid and trembled in the doing.

" Your public display has aroused me..."

" But it wasn't public my lord!"

" And now you question my observations! You sat before the window touching yourself...do you deny it?"

" No my lord...but I waited for you!"

He listened and could hear the tears in her voice. Taking the hoops from his pocket, one by one, he sucked on the cold metal for a moment before he placed them back through her nipples as she whimpered.

" And I know how helpless the thought of me makes you, but you must learn control."

" Yes my lord."

" Now find my belt buckle and open my trousers, I want to feel your breath on my cock...do it now!"

Her trembling fingers pleased him.

" Yes, yes. I want to feel the same wetness that coated your fingers, all over my cock. I want to feel it until I grow hard and come. And after I come you will suck my cock until it grows soft in your mouth...do you understand me my slave?"

" Yes my lord."

He slid his fingers through her braids once more and held her close.

" Then do it now - yes like that - yes, more. Don't fail to please me. Oooh do it."

Written by P.E.M.Davis Copyright © December 1999, March 2000, April 2003 P.E.M.Davis and "Mazora's World". All rights reserved. Not to be distributed reproduced, transmitted or posted in any manner or portion without the express written permission, from the author. 



Owned



He meant to have her.

He had been watching her for weeks. Watching her jogging in the park every morning in her short shorts and her tight tank, he had noticed her. She was not demure by any stretch of the imagination. It was almost as if she wanted to be seen. When she jogged, she wore her long blonde hair back in a pony tail. She wore pale pink lipstick and from the exercise got a blush on her cheeks. She was very attractive. 

He planned it well. He watched and waited. He stayed in the shadows. He knew the opportunity would present itself. Today it did.

She stopped to tie her shoe. It had come undone. With a quick glance right and left to see if anyone was about, he grabbed her about the waist and dragged her into the forest that sat in the middle of the jogging path. She gasped and was about to scream but he was prepared. He had a tennis ball and he shoved it in her mouth. He quickly wrapped a bandana around her face to hold the ball inside her mouth. He dragged her kicking further into the trees. Then he dropped her on her belly.

He knelt on the forest ground, one knee pressed into her back. He had a piece of rope for this. He grabbed her wrists and crossed them behind her back. Then he tied them, tightly. 

He turned her over onto her back. Her eyes were wide with fright. His right hand went to her crotch. He cupped it possessively as he whispered in her ear. "You tease. Now you are going to get yours."

He slid his right hand up the leg of her shorts, finding her pussy lips. He caressed them through her panties, feeling the soft curves. She shivered beneath his touch. "You like that, don't you? You do. I know you do," he murmured in her ear.

He rose up and pulled off her shorts then her panties. He folded them neatly and put them to the side. He looked at her pussy. It was neatly trimmed, just a small patch of hair. He liked that. It was beautiful. It was his.

He knelt between her thighs, he pushed her legs back and up. Now her pussy lips spread open beneath his gaze. He bent down and tasted them. They were sweet, like honey. He enjoyed tasting her. His tongue licked up and down and around her opening. He could feel her body trembling beneath him. He could taste her need. She was getting turned on. He looked into her blue eyes, "Do you want me to eat your pussy?" She looked back him, her eyes dazed. Then she nodded. He bent down and pressed his tongue inside her. Her back arched and she pushed herself against his tongue.

He continued to lick and taste her. This was exactly as he expected. He knew she was hot, she needed it. She needed a man to take her, use her, and conquer her. She was just a slut like the rest of them. She just didn't realize that yet.

Her body began to undulate beneath his mouth. He continued to suck at her juices, enjoying that nectar of hers. She moaned softly behind the gag, he saw her eyes were becoming glazed over with passion. Her head flipped from side to side as his tongue explored her inner folds.

His hands went under her, cupping her ass cheeks. He lifted her slightly, pressing his mouth against her swollen lips. His tongue was pistoning in and out of her now. She was so very wet. Her pussy was vibrating with pleasure.

Then she came. He swallowed all of her juices with delight. She was his now. And she was delicious. When her orgasm passed, he lifted his face, covered with her cum, and looked into her eyes. "You want more, don't you?" 

She nodded her head yes again. Her cheeks were flushed with need. He sat up and unzipped his jeans. His cock was hard already. Hard, thick and ready, he placed the head against her cunt and pushed. He entered her easily. She was so wet. She wanted to be fucked.

His hips rose up as he pounded inside her. His cock drilled in and out of her tightness. He had imagined this a thousand times but it was so much better. Her hips were pushing up to meet his, she wanted him. That pleased him. He smiled down at her as they fucked, their bodies pounding together like two animals in heat. She was a good fuck. Her vaginal walls were holding him tight. He liked that. It felt really good to be buried inside her. She was hot and wet and tight and she was his.

He wanted her badly. He knew this first time he would not last and he didn't. He came very quickly, his seed jetting into her womb fast. He came quite a bit, he was surprised. He came more than usual. But she was so very pretty and so very hot for him. It made him happy.

He slid out of her, spent. He grabbed her shorts and used them to clean off his cock. He tossed them aside. He stood and zipped up his pants. He looked down at her, at his feet, half naked and well fucked. "You are mine, now. I will use you as I wish, when I wish, how I wish. Do you understand, slut?"

She shook her head yes. He was content. He helped her to her feet and untied her wrists. He rubbed them gently with his hands, restoring the circulation. As he did, he whispered to her, "You are slut now. You have no other name. And I am Master. You will call me Master. You will kneel before me. You are mine now." 

He took the bandana from around her face and popped the wet tennis ball from her mouth. She looked at him, a gasp rattling from her chest. Then she fell to her knees at his feet, looking at the ground, she moaned, "yes, Master. I am yours."

He smiled. She was a good girl. She learned fast. He spoke to her, "Do not watch me leave. I will come for you. You will accept me. You belong to me now."

She didn't look up, she simply murmured, "Yes, Master." 

He walked away from her into the trees. She did not watch him go. She did not need to. She sobbed. She was owned.



Owned: A Fetish Tale Ch. 01



After a month away from her bed, Amy woke in a fright to the movements her husband made as he slid in alongside her. "Shh, Wife. Your Master has come to claim you." Amy could smell the leather he wore whenever he chose to claim her; she could feel the molded black skin covering his face and he curled up against her, his face close to hers. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, and the sensation, missed for so long, nearly sent Amy into an orgasm. She moaned in pleasure and arched her back to lift her tightening breast more fully into his palm. "I said 'shh'."

He leaned close and put his mouth on her breast, teasing her nipple with his lips and tongue, and again, though she did not mean to, she ignored his command and she moaned and whimpered, wanting so much more and yet not wanting the delicious foreplay to stop. It had been so long since he had claimed her that her whole body was singing, even the smallest touch bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Amy closed her eyes and reached up and behind her head to grab the headboard, forcing her breasts up, her nipples dark and standing at attention. He nibbled and chewed, baring his teeth, twisting her nipples with them. She writhed beneath him, her toes clenched and her thighs squeezed tightly together, as if the pressure would slow the building explosion within her.

Recognizing the signs, he slid one hand down her side, stroking her ribs, following the curve of her stomach, tracing the shape of her hip before pushing her thighs apart to expose her. He slipped his first two fingers between her pussy lips, grazing over her clit, and then dipping into her twat. He set a steady rhythm there, his fingers pumping into her with his thumb pressed against her clit, firmly applying heavy pressure. 

Amy succumbed to wave after wave of orgasms as he suckled her breast and fingered her, her inner muscles pulsing around his fingers, grabbing and releasing them over and over again. 

He kept her coming for what felt like forever, until her nipples were nearly purple with engorgement, and she could do nothing but whimper, "please...please..." as her hips rose and fell to meet the ministrations of his hand. "Please, what?" Her husband teased her mercilessly and she looked into his eyes, surrounded by the black leather of his domino mask, to find his eyes full of barely restrained rage. His fingers became weapons as she realized her mistake, and he cruelly pinched her clit with his fingernails. He pinched after she said the right words, pinched until she was nearly screaming it: 

"Please, Master! Please, Master! Oh, god, please Master...Master, Master, you are my Master! I have no purpose that you do not give me; I exist solely to please you. You are Master, and I am Wife, I am your servant, oh, my Master."

When she was nearly in tears, he lifted his head from her breasts and released her clit, then silently moved her onto her stomach. He grasped her hips and lifted her onto her knees, and then in one forceful thrust, he sheathed himself within her. Amy gasped as he filled her, his cock so thick and hard that it touched and excited each sensitive inch of her cunt. He gave her just a moment to catch her breath and then began to hammer into her mercilessly, his cock as hard as stone pounding her in just the right spot to start another cascade of orgasms moving through her, causing her to grasp at the headboard again, to hold on as if her life depended on it, and moan and grunt loudly.

Though she was amazed that it was possible, soon Amy felt his cock harden even further, and he thrust even harder. Her dominating husband came violently, and deep within her, shouting as his orgasm took him. He continued to fuck her until his cock stopped twitching, then pulled out and lay on the bed beside her, panting and sweaty. 

Amy curled herself into him, resting her head on his shoulder and her hand over his heart as they both recovered. He turned his face to hers and claimed her lips with his own, first a gentle, loving kiss, but then a hungry one. Her hand stroked his chest, traced the line of his pectorals glistening with sweat, then slid even lower to grasp his cock in her fist. As they kissed she pumped his slick member which quickly stiffened in her hand. Unable to resist, Amy ended the kiss and moved to kneel at his side, bending to place her mouth on his bulbous head. She swirled her tongue over the tip, tasting herself and his come together. The velvet skin of his stick felt good on her tongue, but she wanted to take all of it, so after licking it thoroughly, she took the length of him into her mouth. 

Breathing through her nose, she swallowed around him, pulling him into her throat until her nose was pressed against his flesh and she could take no more. His hips lifted, and he slowly began to fuck her face, placing his hands on her head and sinking his fingers into her hair. He held her there and fucked her mouth, his cock in her throat, until he came again, shooting his cum so deep and fast so that she had no choice but to swallow it. He held her there until he was finished. 

"Thank you, Sir!" she gasped when he released her head and pulled his dick out of her mouth. Amy couldn't stand swallowing, but she did whatever pleased him. She kept her face close to his cock and flicked her tongue around the tip of it, causing him to twitch once more, releasing another dribble of come. She quickly sucked it off, pulling his soft dick into her mouth again, rolling it, wet, hot...she suckled it until it began to harden yet again, and she again opened her throat as it grew too long for only her mouth. She let him fill her there and then she took more, pressing herself over her husband/Master's cock until it felt as if it was going to reach her stomach, then drew back slowly, working her throat around it, massaging it as she pulled away. Once more she teased and caressed his head with her tongue and lips, then down again she went, allowing his rod to slide back, swallowing around it to pull it deeper. His hips began to lift to meet her downward motions, and soon his cock was seated firmly in her throat. He half sat up and reached for her head, sliding one hand around her neck. With the other he took a grip in her hair and pulled her by the roots against his crotch hard, mashing her face into his pelvis. When he was certain she could take him no further into her throat he squeezed her neck, stroked it like it was his cock, pressing his fingers until he could feel them on the tip of his dick. After a short moment he released her, pulling her up by her hair off his cock, a stream of spittle connecting them before breaking off and hanging from her lip. Her eyes were glazed from being choked from the inside and out, and he let her breathe a moment before doing it again, roughly pressing her back down onto his dick, quickly giving her neck a squeeze, and then lifting her away again.

He did it until he was close to knocking her out, and then he just held her head down next to his dick with one hand, and stoked his cock with the other until he sent ropes of cum all over her face, which she groggily stuck her tongue out to receive.

Releasing her, he tossed her back to the bed like a rag doll. Not liking how she lay there, he arranged her, posed her in preparation of his next show of power. He put her face against the mattress, and lifted her bottom into the air, propping her up on her knees, splaying her legs so that her asshole and twat were not only exposed but open. 

He cupped her pussy in his left hand, caressing its swollen lips with his fingers, dipping them between her wet folds. When his hand was thoroughly wet with her juices, he began to stroke her in an upwards motion, following her crease to her asshole, lubricating it as he went. After a moment he began to diddle her brown bud, teasing it open with his middle finger, rubbing the tight ring to loosen it up before sliding his digit in as far it would go, then pulling it back again slowly, eliciting long, deep moans from Amy. When he felt her asshole was ready, he removed his finger. After a few quick thrusts into her pussy, he pressed his cock against the entrance to her ass, his hands on her hips, firmly holding her in place as she tried to push back and get him in faster. 

She fretted, "Please, Sir, get it in there, I want you to fuck my ass, please, fill my ass with cum, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my a-!" 

Her begging ended in an exclamation as he entered her suddenly, seating himself within her in one thrust, filling her ass with his hot meat. 

"Ahhhh, yesss!" She cried and squeezed his dick with her ass. With that, he pulled out nearly all the way and then used one hand to steady her hips against his and the other to soundly smack her ass, leaving a red hand print glowing there. 

"Ah!" Amy cried, relishing the combined sensations of the pain of taking his fat cock up her ass while being spanked. 

She had little chance to dwell on it, as he continued her punishment, sharply spanking her right cheek for every time his balls came swinging forward to smack her cunt lips with the force of his thrusts. Within moments she was coming again, her pussy dribbling down her thighs, her moans becoming louder and louder as he pounded her ass two ways. When her ass was raw from the spanking, he slowed down and began to twist his hips, grinding his cock into her, and soon she felt him turn to stone inside her, and he was yelling as he pumped another load deep inside her ass.

When he was done, he remained behind her, his dick soft and still in her ass. He grabbed Amy by the hair and pulled her up onto her knees and the grasped her breasts roughly from behind, pinching and rolling her still sore nipples between his first and second fingers, then pulling them away from her body, rolling them with hard pressure from his thumbs against his fingers. Amy moaned again at the pain-pleasure, arching her back further to follow her nipples as he pulled them. 

Just when she thought she could take no more, he released her breasts, slid out of her ass, and left her. 

As he walked away, he rang a little bell, and within a moment, a young, dark haired girl appeared. She was nude, aside from an oxblood leather mask around her eyes, and her pert breasts were at attention. 

Amy's husband told the girl, "I have had my wife, Sylvie. Get Nathan and Xander and bring them here." 

Sylvie nodded, whispered a quick "Yes, sir," then was gone as quickly as she'd arrived. Short moments later she returned with two beautiful young men, both in white masks, and they stood in a row, all three of them ignoring Amy completely, their eyes only for her husband.

To Be Continued...



Owned by a Ghetto Bitch Pt. 01



I am a 28 year old successful engineer for a large corporation. I am a good looking athletic white male. Life was great until my fiance broke off the engagement. Apparently she was seduced by her boss who is 20 years older than her and filthy rich with a lake house and constantly traveling.

Man I missed her. She was almost as tall as me blond slim and just so hauntingly WASPy.

After the break-up I started going to this dive bar on a regular basis. It was close to my house so I could walk, not worry about DUIs, and drink as much as I wanted.

One night a group of black ghetto bitches came in and played pool. They were all really fat, loud, obnoxious and totally classless.

I was sitting at the bar drinking when the fattest one came up to the bar to order drinks. I made some snide witty comment to her that any intelligent person would understand as derogatory but she laughed. After ordering her drinks and bringing them over to her herd of buffalo she came back to the bar to talk with me.

I was amazed but thought I would just have a little condescending fun with her. The funny thing is the more snide and sarcastic I got the more she laughed and started play slapping me and grabbing onto my arm. Before I realized it her hand was resting on my upper inner thigh and I was getting hard! (I guess not having sex for two weeks since my break-up was having an effect on me.)

By this time the bar was almost closing and all of the regulars that I had gotten to know had left.

Sholanda, my ghetto bison made it very obvious to me in her crude way that she was willing to go back to my place with me. I figured why not? No one that I know is around to see us leaving together and by this time all of my neighbors will be asleep, so I can probably get away with this.

At my place we both drank quite a bit more and Sholanda would not stop giggling and acting stupid but I had to admit that kissing her fat lips was really fun. My ex-fiance's lips were so thin and I had to be careful not to bang teeth with her. With Sholanda half of my face just seemed to melt into her fat lips, and they were so soft!

Sholanda really knew what she was doing because here hands kept grabbing my ass and her thigh kept rubbing my crotch ever so lightly driving me wild! At this point I kept my eyes closed because I was pretty revolted by her appearance. This revulsionand profanity was doubled when she undressed. No strip teasing or trying to hide, but just ripping her clothes off in the full light and falling over as she did so. When she stood back up I couldn't believe that this landmass of rolling blubber was in my apartment!

In addition to all of the rolls of fat, Sholanda had a number of tattoos. Across the front of her right thigh in 4 inch tall block letters was written BAD. Across her left thigh in the same size block letters was the word BITCH. I had no idea at the time how much of a bad bitch she would turn out to be. Across her upper chest, ribs, shoulders and upper arms she had various guns, knives, pit-bulls and profanity tattooed all over. I couldn't see her back at this point but imagined it to be just as profane. 

As soon as she regained her balance, Sholanda attacked me with a vengeance! She almost sucked half of my face into her huge lips and she had me in a huge tight bear hug with her fat thigh wedged between my legs rubbing my balls. I could feel her passion and it was great! I just melted into her flesh and enjoyed the feeling.

Sholanda knew what she wanted and was not ashamed of demanding it in her crude way. After a minute or so of making out she just plopped down on my sofa and pushed me down saying "eat my crack, white boy!" "If you want to fuck it you better make me cum at least three times."

I was so horny at this point that I just closed my eyes and dove into her rolls of blubber. She was so obese that I had to pull her thighs apart with my hands to gain access to her gash. Her huge thighs then squeezed shut on my head and ears capturing me in place when I let them go. 

She actually smelled and tasted pretty good so I opened my eyes and noticed how kinky her pubic hair was and how her pussy had a purple color to it, unlike all of the pink white pussy I had. 

I started lightly licking her lower labia teasing her. This caused her to squeeze her thighs around my head much tighter mashing my face into her gash. I actually reveled in the captivity remembering a national geographic show on how cattle like to be held tightly in a body stanchion. The enclosing stanchion apparently calms and gives them a secure feeling.

Her large gash was now my whole world and I went to work lightly licking, nibbling and scooping my tongue in as far as it would go. I couldn't hear her moans but I felt the vibrations in my ears through her thighs. 

She was really enjoying herself wiggling around like a hooked worm, twisting my head all over the place. At this point I moved up to her clit which was about the size of the last two joints of my pinky. At first I just teased it lightly licking across it but then I started digging my tongue into the hood covering and actually sucking on it. This drove her nuts and her wiggling increased. Soon I thought she would crush my head like an egg for her thighs clamped around my head like a vice and she shook in the throes of an orgasm unlike anything any of my previous prudish WASPy girlfriends or fiance ever had!

Man was I proud of myself! I never had such a feeling of accomplishment from eating pussy before but her unmistakable enjoyment just turned me on! I doubled my effort on her clit licking faster, sucking harder and gently scraping my teeth up and down it. In the next few minutes I counted and additional three orgasms each as powerful as the first! It was so easy to tell when she orgasmed because she would almost crush my head and convulse like an epileptic! Not to mention the copious amounts of wetness that appeared simultaneously.

When she finished her fourth orgasm she pushed my head away from her snatch almost ripping my ears off due to the friction of her heavy thighs. She took a few minutes to calm down and said, "Your tongue is better than a bit-bull's by far! I can get used t a white boy like you! Now mount me and fuck me as good as you just ate me!" 

I told Sholanda that I did not have any condoms. She laughed and showed me a little scar on her upper arm saying, "I have a birth control implant that is good for three years." "We don't need Condoms!"

I mounted her missionary style. I actually had to pry her fat thighs apart once more in order to wiggle my torso in towards her crotch. Once there my cock was just swallowed right up in her large sopping gash. I knew that the size of my cock wasn't going to stretch her cunt so I concentrated on grinding into her clit with my pelvic bone and teasing her with a rhythm of three shallow penetrations followed by a fourth deep one. Sholanda really enjoyed this wrapping her meaty legs around the back of my thighs and hugging me tightly.

I had never felt anything like it before. It felt like I just melted into her flesh! I was enveloped in her meaty thighs and heavy arms. I felt like I was riding a water bed floating back and forth across her ample stomach and huge tits. The best was her snatch. It was not tight. It just kind of loosely tickled the sides of my cock!

It only took a few minutes for Sholanda to cum. Once again she nearly crushed my torso in her bearlike grip. I was loving it. I was feeling so accomplished. I could tell for sure that she was having great orgasms and this put me over the edge! I came so hard and continued grinding my pelvic bone into here clit even after my orgasm subsided. This caused Sholanda to orgasm yet again.

When her orgasm subsided I rolled off of Sholanda and rested on the sofa. After a bit she rolled over onto me pinning me and started kiving me big wet smooching kisses. She said, "You really did great!" and continued to kiss my mouth. 

Strangely I felt like this is where I belonged trapped under a ton of a black woman! It was humiliating that I had not just fucked but eaten out this behemoth but yet I found pleasure in the humiliation itself. Not to mention that my orgasm was great and I felt so secure and protected in her arms.



Owned by a Ghetto Bitch Pt. 02



I had left Sholanda sleeping on my couch when I went off to work that next morning. She was snoring loudly.

I felt lucky when I got home from work that evening and found that my place had not been ransacked.

The next two days at work I had a hard time focusing. Sholanda grossed me out and I felt that she was way below me. However I just couldn't get out of my mind how much I got off on the humiliation that I felt that night with her. It was not only the shameful humiliating feeling but the sex was just so much better than with the thin, prude, WASPy girls that I had always dated. So much more carnal and passionate! 

Two evenings later Sholanda showed up at the bar. This time she was by herself and she came at a much earlier hour. She was dressed much more casually than the other night, in black spandex tights and a purple spaghetti strapped shirt that showed off a lot of her tattoos and rolls of fat. She walked, or should I say waddled, strait to where I was sitting at the bar and asked me to buy her an Orgasm. 

I quickly complied, noticing all the "what is he doing talking to her?" looks from the people that I knew and the bartender. 

After Sholanda's Orgasm drink arrived, I took my pitcher of beer and guided her to an empty table at the back of the bar. I was trying to escape the stares that I was getting from everyone. This humiliated me but at the same time I could feel my meat stiffening!

Once we sat down, I intended to tell her that the other night was a mistake, and try to resume my old life.

I never got the chance. After sitting down Sholanda kicked off her flip flop and started fondling my now rock hard meat with her foot. This broke down any resolve that I had and I just listened to what she had to say.

Sholanda told me that I was a "bad ass lover" and that she needed more of what I got. At this point she also grabbed my forearm in her hand and I could feel all the stares burning into my back.

I was almost about to cum just from the humiliation of everyone seeing me with her. I told Sholanda that I was hungry and wanted to get a bite to eat. I had to leave the bar or I would spuge in my pants!

We went to Panerra Bread down the street and I could see all of the uppity patrons gawking at Sholanda. At least I didn't know any of them. I wanted to give her the same out of place feeling that she gave me at my watering hole with all of my drinking buddies curiously looking, but Sholanda didn't seem to give a fuck. 

Then out of the corner of my eye I saw Amanda. She was one of my ex-fiances good friends and she was staring right at us with a look of bewilderment on her face. I was so embarrassed that I came in my pants without even having my cock touched!

Sholanda ate her whole sandwich and then the half of mine that I did not have the stomach to eat. She grabbed my hand and said, "lets go back to your place." while leading me down the walkway to the exit. I could notice Amanda staring at me the whole time but I was glad to get get out of there, even if it meant taking Sholanda back to my place.

Once we entered my place Sholanda pinned me to the wall attacking me with big wet kisses. Her hands roved over my body and she asked, "What do we have here?" When she felt my wet sticky crotch? 

Sholand asked, "Do I excite you so much that you already cum?" "Well since I already made you cum, you can now work on me, MMM MMM!" 

With that she started undressing and told me to lay down on the floor. Who was I to disobey? Sholanda quickly squatted down planting her crotch on my mouth. Without resistance I started to gently lick her labia, enjoying the rich taste of woman. Her moans urged me on, and in no time I was digging my tongue in as deep as I could and swabbing her clit with rough licks and gentle nibbles.

With all of this attention Sholanda quickly came twice. I thought that she would now get off my face but she leaned up trapping my face between her huge but cheeks. I remember thinking how firm they actually were despite the huge size. 

She stated, "You're great at making my cunt cum." "Now lets see how you do with my ass?"

I was in shock. I had never though of actually putting my mouth onto someone's poop chute. I just laid there on the floor not moving. How could I move? A 180 pound gorilla, had my face trapped between two mounds of ass, and was sitting on me, pinning me to the floor. 

"Why aren't you licking?" I heard her bellow, so I tentatively stuck my tongue out, which was not easy to do with all the pressure from her cheeks squeezing on my face. I lifted my hands up and pried her cheeks apart some and it really helped. 

I started licking her bud with light swabs and got some nice sighs from Sholanda. This egged me on and I applied more pressure and finally jabbed the tip of my tongue into her sphincter. This caused her to gasp and really made me proud of myself. I didn't taste anything bad, just a kind of earthy flavor. When I wiggled my tongue I could get it to go in farther and this caused Sholanda to start rocking on my face. 

I have always loved looking at asses, grabbing them and fondling them and wondered why I never thought to eat one out. It was as good as eating pussy! My whole world was Sholanda's ass! I could not see anything because her cheeks completely covered my face. Her smell was strong because all of the air that I breathed was forced through her crack and the humiliation of it all was beyond belief! 

I was in ass heaven and started wiggling my tongue in and out with passion. By now Sholanda was moaning and aggressively rocking on my face. My tongue was all the way up her asshole and my chin was lodged in her cunt! When she came I thought she was going to rip my tongue off, because her anus contracted so violently!

When Sholanda calmed down and got off me I went to kiss her and she backed away saying, "Uh ug, I ain't kissing that mouth after where it has been. Why don't you just fuck me?" With that she pushed me back down onto the floor and mounted me. 

I was so turned on that I came violently after only a few of her thrusts. She had not come yet from the fucking so she kept rocking back and forth on my over-sensitized cock until is shriveled down and fell out.

Sholanda was furious that she hadn't come from the fucking and yelled, "If you can't fuck me to orgasm, your gonna eat me to orgasm!" With that she got off my torso and plopped herself back down on my face.

I pinched my mouth shut tight knowing how much cum I had just spewed into her cavity. I could not hold out for long though because her ass had my nose crushed shut. When I couldn't hold my breath any longer I opened up my mouth to breath and that is when the first of our mixed fluids entered.

It didn't taste bad and I was proud of how much she loved my oral skills so I just opened up and started eating her with gusto. With the combination of long flat licks from her taint to hood and deep tongue thrusts I had her bucking and moaning like a black panther. I also got copious quantities of fluids of which a large part were my jizz. I actually liked the taste and could not understand why so many of my ex girlfriends refused to let me come in their mouths, let alone swallow.

Once I could not taste any more of my seed in her I switched my attention to her clit and caused her to cum twice in quick succession. I loved the feeling of those huge thighs gripping my head when she convulsed!

When Sholanda finished she plopped over onto the floor and just grabbed me tight, mashing my face into her cleavage, stroking the back of my head. I could not remember feeling so secure since I stopped sitting on my mother's lap.

To be Continued . . .



Owned by a Ghetto Bitch Pt. 03



For the next few weeks things stayed pretty much the same with Sholanda. She would meet up with me about thrice a week at my house and demand at least four or five orgasms every time. 

She slowly grew more dominating and I was happy to let her have her way with me. Eating her creampie had become a regular activity that I had to do every time that I came in her. I learned to love the taste of my cum.

Sholanda also made me eat her ass on every visit and I loved doing it! The depravity, of the feeling of seclusion, while my face was trapped between her huge cheeks, with only her asshole being the center of my attention was just pure heaven!

She regularly incorporated new humiliations and domination into our activities. She started smothering me. She had me withdraw, cum in her ass crack and lick it clean. This was hard to do for I really had to pry those fat cheeks apart in order to lick inside. 

On the few times that she sucked me off, Sholanda always made me cum all over her floppy tits and suck all the cum off. 

Sholanda started putting me over her lap and spanking my ass beet red whenever I had an orgasm before she did. This started happening much more frequently as of late. Sometimes I was so turned on by it that I would immediately get hard again, even though I had just cum. When this happened my hard cock would usually get trapped between her fat thighs and I would cum again before the spanking was over. She always made me lick my mess clean.

Sholanda also began verbally abusing me during the sex. She would call me a worthless white boy. She would make fun at how fast I came. I can't count the number of times that she said I was just a slutty bitch, while cleaning up my cum. She started calling me her little sissy and doll.

One evening Sholanda sat on the bathtub wall with her feet inside and made me get in too. I thought this was weird since she was still wearing her panties. As soon as I got in she pushed my head down to her crotch and said, "Eat!"

I gladly started licking her gash through the material of the panties. In no time she was sopping wet and I enjoyed sucking her womanly taste out of the the panty material. Sholanda was really getting into this when I stumbled upon pushing the material over her clit with my tongue. This really turned her on and she had three quick violent orgasms, clasping my head in her vice like thighs so hard, that I thought my ears would pop. 

I was surprised when she continued to hold my head into her crotch because she usually likes a respite after two or three orgasms. I continued pushing the material over her clit and into her gash when she clamped her thighs hard onto my head yet again and flooded her panties and my face with piss! This was beyond humiliation and I immediately came in the bottom of the tub. Sholanda kept holding my head in place and told me to continue sucking. 

I sucked as hard as I could getting a few mouthfuls of her piss and swallowing it down. It was bitter almost like strong coffee without milk and sugar. I thought of how Mahatma Gandhi used to start his day with a good drink of piss and I felt humbled. When the flow ebbed, and I was not not getting any more piss taste out of her panty material, she finally released my head. 

I raised my head up, still kneeling in the bottom of the tub and Sholanda pointed to my cum and ordered. "Lick it up!" "You sissy piss drinking fagot!" 

It was pooled on the bottom of the tub mixed in with some of her piss. I gladly leaned down and sucked it all up. I swished it around my mouth a few times, for I had grown to love the taste of my cum, and swallowed it down. 

Then without her asking, I leaned back down and started sucking up her piss that had also pooled in the bottom of the tub. This fluid had come from her and I felt that it should not be wasted. When I had finished Sholanda hugged me tightly and told me, "I love my white, sissy, piss drinking doll!" 

I knew that the feeling was mutual and I replied, "I love you too Sholanda." "Everything about you and everything that you make me do." "I have never been happier and more secure than when I am serving you and am in your arms!"



Owned by a Ghetto Bitch Pt. 04



A couple of weeks after Sholanda and I declared our love to each other, she surprised me even more. One afternoon when I came home from work she was already at my apartment. I had given her the key a few weeks earlier but this was the first time that she used it.

It was now about two and a half months since we had met at the bar and we still lived separate lives. Except for that first night at the bar, when she was with a group of friends, who were just as fat and gangsta as her, I had never seen or met any of Sholanda's acquaintances nor she mine. I was still mortified of being seen with her in public. So far it had been easy. She seemed content to just come over to my apartment every other night for our trysts. Sometimes she stayed the night and would still be snoring loudly in the morning when I left for work. Usually she left around midnight after having four or five orgasms and a bunch of my scotch.

What she told me now would change all of this. I was in shock and my heart sunk into my balls when she told me that she was pregnant!

"But you told me you had a birth control implant!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, I do." She replied. "But I got it over three years ago and it time run out." She continued, " It not a bad thing. We love each other and I expect you to do the right thing and marry me!"

I was mortified! Not only was her grammar, or lack of it was bad enough. How could I take Sholanda to company functions? How would my good friends react to her? I am sure they would have fits of laughter over my situation! How could I ever expect their wives and girlfriends to get along with her? How could I ever introduce her to my family?

At that moment I realized how little I actually new about Sholanda. I knew that she was a cashier at a Family Dollar store but I did not know anything about her family or even where she lived. She arrived at my place, and left by city bus, and I did not know much more about her. 

I was was badly pussy whipped though. In the past two and a half months I had become addicted to her pussy, asshole, humongous smothering ass cheeks, thighs and all the humiliation that she dished out to me. I had also become addicted to the complete security that I felt when she enveloped me in her huge arms mashing my face into her pendulous tits!

"Of course." I told her. I also came in my pants at that moment, just from the intensity of the situation that I was in.

With that Sholanda burst out laughing and yelling in happiness and gave me a great big bear hug that would have crushed my ribs if she did not have so much fat to melt into! "I'll move into your place tomorrow!" she yelled. "You will keep this apartment so neat and clean." "I am gonna love it here!" 

Sholanda jumped up and down in joy, laughing and screaming, for another minute or two before grabbing me again and making out with me furiously. Man I loved her lips! They were so big, fat and soft that she would never need botox. We made out passionately for a few minutes until she grabbed my crotch and felt the stickiness of my cum.

"Take that underwear off and suck that cum out of them!" She ordered. 

I quickly obeyed and gladly sucked all of my spooge out of the front of my underwear. By the time I had completed the task I was rock hard. Sholanda noticed this and just mauled me. Pushing me onto my back on the floor, she just jumped on me and started grinding her gash onto my cock. 

My cock is average size but her cunt is huge, so I never really felt that she got much out of penetration. What drove her nuts though was when I ground my pelvic bone into her clit when fully inserted. This I did with mastery and Sholanda had three shattering orgasms before I came again.

As had become her way, in the last month she got off my cock and plopped her fat cunt over my mouth making me suck out both her wetness and my slimy ejaculate. 

Man I loved it! This was so much more animalistic, passionate, raw and kinkier than anything I had previously experienced with any of my previous prudish WASPy girlfriends and ex-fiance. At least I knew that I was going to have a great sex life! Just how great, I was still to find out.

I sucked all of the juices out of Sholanda's cunt enjoying their raw taste and swallowed them down. Once done, I changed my focus to her clit, swabbing it and digging my tongue into her hood fold. After she came again, I licked all of the wetness away and she dismounted my face.

Sholanda extended her hand to me and helped me up off the floor. "Lets sit down at the table." She said. "We have some rules to go over now that you are officially my man."

Sholanda now told me that I must abide by the following rules: 

First, I was to provide for all of her and our coming baby's financial needs.

Second, she was going to get me a CB-3000 cock cage that would be locked in place whenever she was not around. This included my job. Sholanda told me that she would not have me cheating on her, which included reducing my sexual need for her by masturbating, when she was not around. 

Third, I was to keep the apartment clean and cook all of the meals. I had to do this myself and I could not hire someone to do it for me. 

"My man is going to take care of me and my baby!" Sholanda smugly exclaimed.

Fourth, Since I was going to be doing all of the domestic chores myself before and after work I would be required to wear a maid's uniform in the apartment at all waking times, unless I was showering or had permission to be out of them. 

Fifth, Since I liked eating cum so much and accepted being called, fagot, sissy and doll I would now only be allowed to wear panties. All my masculine underwear would be thrown out except for a couple of pairs, in case I needed to go to the doctor or something.

Six, I was never allowed to deny Sholanda sexual gratification. When at home, I had to supply her sexual needs whenever she demanded them.

Seven, since she as going to be pregnant, and might not be able to reciprocate with rule six, she had the right to choose other people to provide me with sexual gratification. Also, since she needed to cum so much more than me, she could also use these people for her gratification.

I thought to myself that she must have planned this all along! Letting her birth control implant expire, and then lying to me about it. Having all of these rules all planned out. Deciding to move in at a moments notice, and making me support her and the baby. It was all just to convenient on her part and I felt like I was getting taken advantage of. The humiliation of it all burned deep inside my guts and I got hard again! I didn't care how unfair it was to me. I was pussy whipped, big time, and as long as I had access to her gash, ass, and was held tightly and cuddled by her every once in a while, I didn't care by what rules I had to abide!



Owned by a Ghetto Bitch Pt. 05



The next day when I got home from work Sholanda was waiting for me in the apartment.

It was only 5:20 when I walked in and she said, "You better rush home to me, every day. Doll!"

I kissed Sholanda on the lips, but she broke it off fast. "We have to go get my stuff, so come on." She commanded.

I led her down to my car and went to get in but she said, "Uh uh! You give me the keys." "From now on if we goes anywhere together I'm driving." 

I handed my keys to Sholanda and got into the passenger's side, wondering where she was going to take us. Fifteen minutes later we pulled into a section eight apartment complex in a very bad part of town. 

When we got out of the car I noticed lots of older black people playing dominoes and drinking malt liquor. Most of the younger people just seemed to be hanging out in the passageways drinking. Some of the guys were making cat calls to girls as they passed by.

Sholanda took me by the hand and led me into one of the passages. A girl yelled out. "Sholanda, that a nice sugga daddy!" "And he ain't even old!" 

I could see Sholanda glowing at what the girl said, as she led me up the stairs and into a ratty apartment. 

There was some guy obviously on drugs passed out on a ripped sofa. 

Sholanda said, "I don't do drugs except weed, but he let me live here free." While pointing to the druggie on the sofa. "Now get my stuff into those boxes!"

All her clothes were piled up in the corner by the bed. I quickly threw them into three medium sized boxes. Sholanda then showed me her toiletries, and I put them into a bag that she had. All her packing only took about four minutes and she reapplied her makeup in front of the mirror as I packed her stuff.

The girl who made the "sugga daddy" comment came in and Sholanda started talking to her. Before she got to deep into conversation she commanded me to take the boxes to the car. I was actually kind of scared to make the trip on my own but I obeyed. While walking down the stairs I heard Sholanda tell her friend, "He gonna take care of me." "Why don't you come by my new place later?"

On the way to the car I had a kid ask me for a cigarette, and on the way back I only had some hard stares from the group of young people congregated in the passageway. The next two trips were uneventful. When I finished carrying the boxes to the car, Sholanda hugged and kissed her friend on the lips, took me by the hand and led me back down to the car. 

When we arrived there were four bucks sitting on the hood and leaning on the doors. One of them said, "I can't believe yo scanky ho ass leavin fo him!" 

Sholanda just said, "Fuck you!" "At least he will pay the bills." and pushed him away from the drivers door. With that we got in the car and Sholanda drove us off to a furniture store. 

She had me buy an expensive solid oak dresser with a mirror attached to the top. Explaining, that unless I wanted to keep my clothes on the floor as she had, we would need this dresser. While I made arrangements with the salesman for delivery and paid, I could sense his astonishment and feel the eyes of other shoppers on us.

Once back at my apartment Sholanda made me carry all of the boxes up by myself. When I was done she took off her spandex pants and plopped her fat ass down on the couch, commanding, "Eat!"

As I was tonging her twat she asked, "Can you take the afternoon off tomorrow?" 

"I will have to ask my boss." I replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Well we have to get some better decorations for this place and we have to go shopping for your "at home" wardrobe." She replied right before the first of two orgasms racked her body and mashed my head between her fat thighs. 

After the orgasms she had me unpack the boxes and neatly fold all of her clothes. I was amazed by how big her panties and bras were. Some of the panties were clearly unwashed and I could not help but sniff them and lick the marks the were in the crotch. I luxuriated in the fact that I would now always have access to her panties! 

Before I was half way done folding her clothes, there was a knock at the door. Sholanda quickly got up off the couch, where I had just eaten her to two orgasms, and looked out the peephole. I was surprised when she opened the door, because she was still naked from the waist down.

The girl from the apartment complex walked in. She was just as fat as Sholanda and about the same age. They hugged and kissed and the friend exclaimed, "Shole, this crib is the bomb!" You movin in with the whites for real girl!" 

They both jumped up and down, their rolls of fat flapping, and giggled in glee. Then the friend Grabbed Sholanda's exposed crotch with her hand and asked, "What you doin without your britches ho?"

"My Doll just ate me to two orgasms!" Sholanda proudly stated.

"You lucky ho!" Exclaimed the friend. "I haven't had a man or woman in weeks!"

I was surprised when Sholanda hugged her tightly and started making out with her! After a couple minutes of face sucking Sholanda told her. "My Doll can give you satisfaction." "He's the best with his tongue!"

Sholanda then introduced her friend, whose name is Darnique. She Didn't give Darnique my name but just introduced me as Doll. "Eat her out as you do me!" Sholanda commanded, as she left us and opened up the fridge.

Darnique quickly removed her jeans and panties and I noticed that she had much more cellulite than Sholanda. Sholanda, although just as fat, had smooth skin and her thighs and ass were firm. Darnique had ripples all over her cheeks and upper thighs. She also had a real thick patch of pubic hair!

Darnique ordered me to the floor on my back. I quickly complied and she squatted down over me. I had to really wiggle my nose and chin back and forth to get through her folds of flesh to her slit. It felt nice having her flabby cheeks encasing my face and shutting off the world. The taste of new pussy was just so exciting that my cock stiffened. I concentrated on just wiggling my tongue up and down her slit and across her taint. I knew that she was enjoying herself because she grabbed onto my upper thighs with her hands and I could feel her moans. 

I guess Sholanda finished snacking on whatever she took from the fridge because I felt my pants being pulled off. My cock was already hard so she just plopped down on it. For the first time I regretted having my face closed off from the world by ass cheeks. It seemed as if the girls were making out above me, while they rode my tongue and cock. I regretted not being able to actually see the action.

A few minutes later Darnique just about broke my nose. She started cuming and screaming and just plain forgot that I was under her, bouncing up and down hard. I guess this excited Sholanda because I could feel her tense up and her snatch got so much wetter. This extra wetness caused me to cum too and I dumped my load into Sholanda's cunt.

Thankfully, Sholanda now pushed Darnique off my face and said to her, "Watch what my Doll is going to do for me now."

With that she squatted down over my face, but not all the way down like she usually did. She kept her cum filled gash about two inches over my mouth. She really wanted to give Darnique a show. I burned with humiliation as I stared at her raw and puffy slit. Then a drop formed and stretched out into a string as it dropped toward my mouth and I opened up catching it. I did not close my mouth but lifted my head and licked the length of her raw folds gathering up even more of our juices. 

"That is the nastiest thing I have ever seen!" Darnique started screaming, "Why do you get to find such a treat girl?!"

Sholanda assured her that she would share my cleaning skills with her, and ordered me to finish cleaning her out.

I raised my head and licked up her slit a few times gathering more slime. When it became scarce I wiggled my tongue in as far as it would go and was rewarded with some more. Once this was swallowed down too, I just started frenching her puffy lips and sucked pretty hard getting even more juice. I was glad when I finished because my neck muscles were tired from lifting my head up. Darnique did get a great show though.

Darnique then said to Sholanda, "He seemed really eager to get to your good stuff." "I never even had a guy that was willing to kiss me after working my ass off blowing his rod!" "That a treasure!"

"You haven't even seen him eat my ass, or drink my piss yet!" Sholanda bragged.

I burned with shame as the girls burst out laughing at my expense.

"I gotta see that!" Darnique yelled, almost choking in a fit of hysterics. "You should see how far you can make him go!"

"We will test him out together, sista!" Sholanda corrected. "My Doll will do anything for his Baby Mamma!"

Once the girls calmed down, I went back to work folding Sholanda's clothes. They just hung out drinking my whiskey, giggling and being loud. By midnight Sholanda announced that it was bedtime. 

I thought that Darnique would leave, but kept quiet as Sholanda gave her a toothbrush and she brushed her teeth in our bathroom and washed her face. The girls then went into bedroom and crawled into my bed. 

When I followed them in Sholanda told me. "Not tonight, Doll." "We have a guest here that needs a good place to sleep." "You can either sleep on the floor, at the foot of the bead, or on the couch."

I was hurt and embarrassed beyond belief. I brushed my teeth burning with shame and sporting another super hard boner. I then took out an extra blanket and went to lay down on the couch. I couldn't get to sleep though because I kept hearing my bed squeaking and then the unmistakable sounds of sex!

I couldn't miss this, so I took my blanket and laid down on the carpet at the foot of the bed where I spied on the action until I fell asleep on the floor.



Owned by a Ghetto Bitch Pt. 06



I woke up that morning on the floor stiff and cold. Sholanda and Darnique were both cuddled together, snoring loudly, in my bed. I got dressed and left for work.

A few hours later I called home to tell Sholanda that my boss gave me the afternoon off. It was already eleven but I guess that I woke her up. 

A little after one I pulled into my parking space and called Sholanda. She waddled right out and I moved over to the passenger's side, to let her drive. She asked me if I had lunch yet and I replied that I had not.

"Good, cause I am starved!" She exclaimed, and drove us to an Applebees.

Eating with Sholanda is a very embarrassing experience. She is loud, demanding with the waitresses and just looks out of place amongst the professional well dressed lunch crowd. I could feel a lot of eyes on me and I burned with shame. Yet, my cock was rock solid!

After lunch Sholanda took me to the mall and we went into the Victoria Secrets. She got a few bra/panty sets for herself. She also picked out about ten sets for me. The difference in size was astounding. Sholahda also picked out two garters in my size. When we went to the register, I could see the look of curiosity on the pretty blond cashier's face. 

Sholanda picked up on this too and said. "The small sets are for my Doll right here to wear." And she put her arm around me squeezing tight.

I thought I would die from shame and must have turned beet red. The sales lady just gave me a look over but said nothing. However her and the manager broke out laughing when we left the store.

Our next stop was TJ Maxx. Here Sholanda picked out five dresses that all appeared to be in my size. We went into the dressing room together and I was amazed by how right on Sholanda was. All five dresses fit me very well. I though I was going to burst because the whole time I was changing Sholanda kept fondling my cock, nuts and ass. 

On the way out of the store we picked up a few packages of panty hose and stockings with lacy tops.

Sholanda then drove us to an adult book store in a pretty seedy part of town. We spent over an hour in there looking over stuff. Sholanda picked out three but plugs in small, medium and large sizes. She also picked up a CB3000 cock cage, a quart sized enema bag with hose and nozzle, a strap on dildo with the straps, lube and various leather ankle, wrist and neck restraints. As with lunch and the previous purchases she had me pay. I knew that I was not going to be saving any money this month.

When we got out to the car Sholanda wanted to put the CB3000 on me but couldn't because of my hard on. She did put some lube on the small but plug and shoved it up my ass. She also made me put on a pair of purple panties that we had just bought in Victoria's Secret. 

I couldn't believe how good the satin and lacy material felt against my hard cock and taught nuts! As we drove off I kept wiggling my but into the seat to get friction from the panties. I also kept clenching my asshole around the plug. I was afraid that it would fall out but it didn't.

Our last stop before going back home was an upscale boutique that catered to older women. I was surprised by this stop but Sholanda seemed to know the older, black, well dressed sales lady. 

They hugged and kissed each other on the cheeks. "I need a couple of corsets for my new Doll." Sholanda told the sales lady. "I want him to develop a more feminine shape."

I burned with shame as the sales lady put the measuring tape around my hips, waist and ribcage, giving me knowing looks. She then showed Sholanda five or six models that they had. 

After Sholanda picked out two corsets, one burgundy colored and the other black, she had me pay. We then all went back to the dressing room and Sholanda had me take off my shirt. The sales lady commented on how pretty my panties were, that peaked out of the top of my pants. She then put the burgundy corset around my waist and latched it up. Like the panties it was constructed from a satiny fabric with lace on the top, bottom and along the seems. It felt good against my skin. 

The sales lady then pulled tightly on the laces almost taking my breath away. She explained to Sholanda that it is important to have even tension all along laces from top to bottom. I could barely breath it was so tight! Yet, at the same time the tightness gave me a snug safe feeling. 

Sholanda ordered me to put my shirt back on over the corset and she kissed the saleslady goodbye. By the time we had walked back to the car I was already getting used to the tight feel of the corset and could breath easier.

Parking in my spot, Sholanda went to the apartment empty handed and told me to carry in the bags. As soon as I walked in and closed the door she attacked, pinning me to the wall and giving me the sloppiest wettest kisses ever. "I love you so much for doing this with me!" Sholanda whispered in a hoarse voice. I knew I was a lucky man and just let myself melt into her flesh and fat lips!

We made out for a few minutes before she pushed me down to the floor, removing her spandex tights and panties Before sitting on my face. I quickly went to work teasing just her taint and lower pussy lips with my tongue. Once Sholanda began moaning I started making long swipes with my tongue from her taint all the way up to her hood. She now applied her weight to me and I could no longer make the long swipes so I just wiggled my tongue into her hood. Sholanda came twice with loud grunts squeezing my face tightly between her thighs.

I thought she was going to take me to the bedroom now for a good fucking but she had a surprise in store for me. Pulling me up she led me over to the couch where she plopped her fat ass down patting her upper thigh. I quickly st in her lap and she pushed me off. "Lay over my lap!" Sholanda commanded.

I quickly complied and she started pushing on the end of the but plug. Man it felt great! At the same time she reached under me and started stroking my cock through the satiny panty material. It was heaven, it tingled so much! I never felt anything so erotic before in my life and then the slapped my left ass cheek hard! Alternating between pushing in on the but plug and spanking my ass I came in less than two minutes. 

Sholanda felt the cum flood the panties. "Get those off and suck your mess out of them!" she ordered. "How dare you soil the pretty new things that I just bought you!'

I was happy to comply with her order because I had developed a craving for my cum since being with her. As I sucked my cum out of the panties and savored its taste Sholanda squeezed the last dollop out of my cock and fed it to me off two of her fingers. Delicious! I thought as I swished it around my mouth savoring the flavor as long as I could before swallowing it down. 

Since my cock remained hard Sholanda now led me to the bed and rode me cowgirl real hard. She knew that I would now be able to last longer. He had three strong orgasms and my cock was raw before she finally got off and planted her gash over my face. 

I could not believe how much white cream had gathered around her lips. Some of it had dried to a consistency of paste and I actually had to chew on it before swallowing it down! I then made a firm lips to labia seal and sucked real hard getting my deposit of slime out of her snatch. This helped wash her paste down.

After rolling over and regaining her composure, Sholanda told me to get the bags of purchases.

When I came back to the bed the took out the CB3000 and locked it around my spent and soft cock and balls. "This will remain on at all times from now on except when we are having sex together. Sholanda told me. "The last thing I need is for you to be putting my cock into some skanky ho at work!" my 

She now had me put on one of the garters that we purchased at Victoria's Secret. Then she rolled the stockings up my legs and showed me how to attach them to the garter. Next, I was made to put on my previously soiled panties over the garter. Sholanda explained, that panties always go on over the garter so that they could be easily removed, in case she had need of my cock. Last she picked out a frilly dress and made me put it on.

Completely dressed as a woman, Sholanda told me to clean the apartment. Meanwhile, she sat down on the couch and started watching Jerry Springer. 

I spent the next hour or so giving the apartment a good go over. I vacuumed the carpets, swept the floors, wiped down the counter tops and cleaned the bathrooms. 

I must admit that wearing woman's clothing felt amazing! The material brushed against my skin in the most erotic way. Even though I had cum twice in half an hour my cock got as hard as it could in the confines of the CB3000. Even though the wet part of the soiled pant felt sticky and tacky against my skin, it reminded me of my shame, and appreciated it. I had even gotten used to the but plug and stopped clenching my hole around it so tightly!

When I just started cleaning the bedroom bathroom, the doorbell rang. I was so worried when Sholanda called me out of the bathroom. What if it was a friend of mine? Coming out of the bedroom I saw Darnique. 

She giggled and said. "I can't believe he is going along with your crazy schemes!" 

"My Doll loves me and will do anything for me!" Sholanda told Darnique. "You just can't control a man, but a sissy knows her place and obeys you always!" "And if not, I will spank her till she cries, and then some!"

Even though I was delightfully humiliated, I was glad that Darnique was here. I was eager to get my mouth into her fat folds again. I was disappointed though when Sholanda led her to the bedroom and they enjoyed each other luscious bodies without me. Once again, I fell asleep on the floor at the foot of the bed.



Owned by a Ghetto Bitch Pt. 07



For the next two weeks life changed for me. I woke up every morning on the floor at the foot of my old bed. I would look at Sholanda and Darnique blissfully cuddled up in my bed snoring loudly. I would shower and go off to work. When I got home I usually found the girls giggling, drinking and just enjoying each other's large bodies.

Sometimes Sholanda would have me eat out her ass or Darnique's pussy but for two whole weeks the CB3000 stayed locked on my cock and balls and I did not cum. 

I couldn't understand it. Up until she moved in Sholanda had been insatiable. She gave me all of the sex that I could ever dream of. I loved her fat lips, big floppy tits, thick thighs, huge ass and juicy pussy. I know that she came so easily from me. Why the change?

Sholanda had quit her job at the Family Dollar store. She had me add her name to my checking account and get her an ATM and credit card. From the online activity, I saw that she was eating at least two meals a day in restaurants. I also noticed all of the new clothes that filled the huge oak dresser, that she had me buy her.

Sholanda asked if I had any savings or brokerage accounts. If she had been keeping me happy sexually, I would have gladly told her about all of the money that I had saved up in the last six years as an engineer. But since I hadn't cum in almost two weeks, and my CD's and brokerage accounts were in different institutions from my checking account, I lied and told her that I spent any extra money that I ever had on traveling.

I came home from work every day all hot and bothered by the plugs in my ass and the friction of the satiny panty material, that felt so damn erotic under my work clothes all day. Sholanda would make me dress in garter, stockings and heels that she bought for me, the second I walked in the door.

She also had me Nair all my body hair away. This was actually great because the frilly things felt so much better against my now smooth skin.

I would then spend the next few hours cooking dinner for her and Darnique, cleaning the apartments and servicing any needs that they might have. 

A little over two weeks after Sholanda and Darnique moved in, I came home from work to find Sholanda entwined on the couch with a big black man. He was ripped and looked strong and menacing. "Who the hell is that?" I inquired.

"This is Tyrone." Sholanda shushed me and said, "He is my ex, but I had to ditch his ass because he couldn't pay the rent." 

"Doll, how would you like to fuck me tonight?" She asked.

Just thinking about her curvy loads of fat swallowing up my body, simultaneously with her juicy pussy engulfing my cock, would have got me hard but for the cruel plastic cage trapping my cock and balls. 

"Sholanda, there is nothing in the world that I would want more than being close to you and in you." I replied.

"Great Doll!" Sholanda exclaimed. "I am so horny for you, but I just need to part from Tyrone one last time before sending him off." "Just let him fuck me this last time and he will be gone from my life for good." Sholanda now commanded me," "Change into your home clothes and get your chores done."

With that I watched in awe as Tyrone dropped his pants and a huge ten inch dick was exposed! Sholanda just laid back on the couch spreading her legs and holding her fat pussy lips open. 

I got dressed in my feminine clothing and started cleaning the apartment. Darnique was nowhere to be seen, and Tyrone was now pounding Sholanda's pussy without mercy. I knew by her moans and grunts that she was having a much better time with Tyrone than she ever had with me. 

It hurt me deeply and I burned with shame, but I couldn't take my eyes off of them as I performed my chores. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually Tyrone let out a huge growl and collapsed on the couch, his huge cock glistening.

I was enthralled. I had never seen such a huge cock or such an animal performance before. Sholanda quickly called me over and said, "Doll, I need more cums, eat me like only you know how!"

I looked at her spread legs and ruined pussy. She had congealed cream all over her labia. The inner lips where all raw and inflamed. The crack was dripping with wetness. Some cum had even pooled around her anus.

I was mesmerized as I approached. I would have been stiff as rebar if not for the CB3000. There was some cum dribbling down her taint. Her lips were so raw and the pubic hair had congealed juice matted in. 

"Come on Doll!" She commanded. "Lick me out good, I know your starved for me!"

I didn't want to. I was so degraded, that my Sholanda who I loved, had just fucked another man in front of me! I burned with shame but was drawn to Sholanda's pussy, like a moth to a candle. My self-reproach was complete when I leaned in and licked up the pooled cum on her anus.

Tyrone's cum didn't taste good but it was like an expensive single malt whiskey. So addicting, with a burn for more. With a long swipe I gathered all of the cum and cream on Sholanda's taint. I then sucked all of the congealed pussy lubrication out of her pubic hair. When done with that I spread her raw engorged labia apart and licked the length of her trench. My god was it good! I buried by face in her cunt and burrowed my tongue in as far as it would go. When I got no more cream by doing this I just frenched her opening and sucked real hard. Quite a bit more slime came out and I loved it!

This whole time Tyrone had been quiet, but when he saw that I was not getting anything else for my efforts he said. "Damn that bitch liked it so much she needs more." "I gots more for your Doll right here!" He now commanded, "Come here bitch and clean my snake off!"

"You better do it." Sholanda agreed as Tyrone grabbed my hair and pulled my face over to his softening cock. 

It looked like a glazed eclair! The sides where all shiny with slimy cum and a big bead had formed at the end of his piss slit. His pubic hair was all matted and sticky with Sholanda's secretions.

"Do it Bitch!" Tyrone commanded, pulling my hair harshly. 

I leaned in and licked the side of hid rod. It was hard but had a soft texture to it. With this lick I got a tongue full of his seed and it tasted the same as what I had so happily sucked out of my Sholanda's pussy just a minute ago. The flavor was just so addicting that I licked a second and third time. On each lick I got another tongue full of Tyrone's slime. I savored it it before I swallowing down.

Tyrone now pulled my hair hard and commanded, "Suck on it you fagot bitch."

I didn't really have a choice. He was just so much bigger than me but I would not say that I was forced. I actually wanted to suck on his large cock! It just felt so damn good in my mouth and the taste was divine! 

I sucked up and down on his cock some and then lowered my head to lick the secretions out of his pubes. Once Tyrone's pubes were clean and glistening I noticed that his balls were sticky so I started licking them too. 

"He does better much better than you Sho!" Tyrone exclaimed, "Man this is awesome, I am getting rock hard again!"

"Well then he can be the one to suck you off from now on, cause I ain't doin it no more! Sholanda yelled, "Your cock is just to damn big fo my mouth and it hurts my lips!" 

With that she got up and sat down next to me on the floor so she could get a better view of the action. "You really are hard again Tyrone!" She exclaimed. "Maybe you a fagot too." 

Tyrone backhanded her hard across the face, and stated. "Only one fagot in this house and she is sucking on my nutz right now!"

It seemed like Sholanda was used to backhands like that because although her head snapped back from the force of the smack, she took it in stride and did not even shed a tear. 

"You better suck him off till he cums again Doll." She told me. "My cunny is just to damn sore from that pounding that he gave me to take him again!"

I let his left nut slip out of my mouth and put his head back in. At first I concentrated just on the head. I loved the spongy soft texture of his hard pole. It just fit into my mouth so nicely! I knew that I was addicted to cock sucking. The whole feeling of being on my knees doing such a degrading act was just so deliciously shaming! 

I started bobbing my whole head up and down on Tyrone's cock. The whole front of my panties were soaked in my precum. If that nasty cage was not locked on I probably would have cum by now just from the shame and friction of the panties!

After a few minutes Tyrone let go of my hair and grabbed my ears, one in each hand. He now started ramming my head down on his rod. Each time I could feel the head bang against my throat.

It only took him about eight or nine rams until he tensed up and gushed into my mouth. I could feel his power as the spurts rushed through his cock and burst onto my tongue! This was the first time that I tasted cum strait from the cock. I held it in my mouth and kept messaging the underside of his cock with my tongue, until Tyrone got hypersensitive and pushed me away.

I swished his load around my mouth some, savoring the flavor and then swallowed it all down. By then another dollop of cum had formed at the end of this cock so I took his cockhead back into my mouth and gave a hard suck collecting everything that was left in his urethra. This last half mouthful was just as good and I quickly swallowed it down. 

Tyrone quickly got up, dressed, kissed Sholanda on the lips and left. 

Once the door was shut Sholanda came over to me and gave me one of her big sloppy kisses and hugged me tight. "You were awesome Doll!" She told me. "I need for you to sleep with me tonight!"

She then led me int the bedroom and removed my panties and the CB3000. "You deserve this Doll." She said, "Now fuck me gently cause Tyrone ripped me up pretty bad."

I jumped on Sholanda and my cock sunk right in. I only lasted about 20 second before I gushed a huge load into her abused gash. 

"Why couldn't you last longer Doll?" Sholanda asked. "I still need to cum, and am just to tired to move so get that good tongue of yours to work!'

I quickly got down between her legs, pried those massive thighs apart and just dove in. Her gash was overflowing with two weeks of my saved up slime! I just sucked it out like a starving pig! I had developed a taste for cum and was in heaven! I had missed Sholanda so much these last two weeks. She had two strong orgasms, but I continued licking and kissing her fat meaty folds until I dozed off using her FUPA as my pillow.



Owned by a Ghetto Bitch Pt. 08



It was awesome waking up that next morning with my head resting on Sholanda's cunt and my whole upper body clenched between her massive thighs! For the first time in over two weeks I woke up warm and limber. I did not miss the floor at the foot of the bed one bit.

I showered and got ready for work. Before leaving I lovingly gazed at Sholanda's fat form in the center of the bed. Man I wish I could just bury my face into her ass for the whole day instead of going to work! Someone had to earn the money to pay for her lifestyle though. I knew that being that chump was well worth it for all of the animalistic love that she gave me! 

I left for work with joy in my heart.

As soon as I came through the apartment door after work Sholanda attacked me, pinning me to the wall and making out with me like a woman possessed! She told me that since we were home alone I didn't need the cage on, and removed my CB3000. 

In no time I was on my back with Sholanda riding me cowgirl! I loved seeing her fat tits flopping above my face. I grabbed some rolls in her fat ass cheeks and tried pulling her down into me harder. It must have turned her on because she started to orgasm. She continued riding me and soon came again. By now her cunt was so soupy that her walls were just tickling the sides of my cock in the most teasing manner. I couldn't hold out any longer and I came hard in her swampy mess. 

My love didn't surprise me by getting up and planting her freshly fucked cunt right on my mouth for cleaning. "I don't feel like showering but want to get dressed." She said, Please clean me."

I licked and sucked all of my seed and her wetness out of her cunt. Her taste was the best, and to be getting my essence back from her was an added bonus! After I finished cleaning her, I was instructed to put on my home clothes and do the chores.

I put on my stockings and garters with the panties over them. I slipped on a negligee that Sholanda had recently bought me and my high heels. I went about tidying up the place and enjoying the friction of the satin panties directly on my nuts and cock without the cage interfering. I went about my chores with happiness.

When Sholanda called me I was hopping that she wanted to cuddle with me some as she watched TV. However when I saw that she was in the bathroom, I knew that something was up.

Walking into the bathroom I saw Sholanda sitting on the tub wall in her panties motioning for me to enter. I knew that she was going to piss on my face again! I was so hard by the thought! Jumping into the tub I just buried my face in her fat crotch and started licking her clit through the material. Sholanda didn't cum but she let out one hell of a stream of piss into those panties and on to my face! I drank all I could but plenty still ran down my neck and chest ending up in the tub. I continued sucking on her but she did not cum. 

When she finished pissing on my face through the panties she took them off and stuffed those huge, piss soaked, granny panties into my mouth and ducked taped them in place. I thought this was the end of my ordeal until she pushed my face down into the tub and raised my negligee over my ass. I felt cold gel being applied and felt something hard and thin pushed in. I knew exactly what it was when I felt the cold water rush into my bowels. I had wondered when she was going to use that enema bag on me and now I knew.

Sholanda emptied that large red bag of water into my ass and had me expel into the tub. Twice more she emptied the quart sized bag into my bowels. Each time, just when I thought I would embarrass myself from all of the pain, Sholanda would allow me to expel.

The third time, she made me hold the face down ass up position for almost 15 minutes while she took a shit, reading an Ebony magazine, stinking up the place and keeping an eye on me. The enema had me totally cramped up and whimpering like a little girl.  

When Sholanda got off the shitter she undressed and got into the shower with me. She spread my cheeks wide and made me expel while she watched. She took the tape off my mouth and let me take out the previously piss soaked panties. We then showered together soaping each other. I obviously had much more work to do getting into all of her folds.

Sholanda dried me off and put powder and perfume on me. This was a first and I enjoyed her attentions. She made me wear the prettiest frillies that I owned. She just put on a robe. Sholanda also made up my face. This was a first and I loved the attention that I was getting from her! I couldn't believe how hot I looked. As sexy as any of the WASPy girls that I used to date.

I felt like a beauty queen as Sholanda took me by the hand and led me out into th eliving room where Tyrone was waiting on the couch!

"I thought yesterday was the last time!" I whined to Sholanda, realizing that all of this prep was intended for him!

"It was Doll." She answered. "He doesn't want me." "He want your ass, and I promised it to him." She gave me a stern look and said, "If you value our safety, give him what he wants."

Tyrone patted his lap and Sholanda pushed me toward him. I sat on his lap and he wrapped his muscular arms around me and kissed my neck. I hated to admit it, but this sent chills down my spine and cause my dick to swell. 

"Sho did good with you Doll." Tyrone said. "If I didn't know, I would have no idea that you got a dick above your boi pussy." He slid his hand over my crotch as he said this.

I was revolted by myself but hard as a rock! His strong arms around me felt good.

"Now let me tell you how it gonna work." Tyrone whispered into my ear. "You gonna be my piece of ass just like Sho was before she got so fat." "I need a nice bitch to take care of my gangsta needs after a day's work and your blowjob yesterday was the best!" He now pushed me off his lap and onto the floor saying, "Why don't you get my meat back in your mouth, like yesterday?"

Before I realized it my mouth was only an inch away from his huge cock. Tyrone just scooted forward some on the couch and his head bumped into my lips. I didn't resist, I just opened up and took him in. I remembered how good it was yesterday. I could feel all of the precum leaking out of my man clit and into my panties! This was so humiliating and taboo but yet so right! I bobbed up and down on Tyrone's cock loving it! I tasted his precum when he pulled me off spinning me around.

"I need that hot ass baby!" He said in a hoarse voice, slapping my right ass cheek twice and very hard. 

It stung but I loved it! I truly felt like and owned piece of meat.

Sholanda immediately showed up and brought Tyrone a tube of lube. He pulled me up and pushed me over the sofa's arm ass up. Sholanda lifted my dress over my ass and pulled my panties off. She then put her big arm over my shoulder pinning me in place. "You'll be OK Doll." She crooned and kissed me on the lips.

I kissed her back and could feel Tyrone squeezing my but cheeks and prying them apart. Soon I felt the familiar coldness of gel being applied to my hole. I knew it was not going to be a but plug this time and I was scared and excited!

My asshole twitched when I felt the heat of Tyrone's cockhead at the entrance. He just put it there and applied light pressure. It was all he needed for my rosebud to open up and accept his head in! I couldn't believe it! I had the head of a big black cock in my asshole! Tyrone started rocking back and forth gently and I was surprised when I felt his lower abs smacking against my but cheeks. I couldn't believe that he was already all the way in! It didn't hurt. All I felt was a gratifying fullness. I guess wearing those but plugs twenty four seven for the past few weeks did what they were meant to.

Sholanda meanwhile was whispering encouragement into my ear and petting my face. She told me how much she loved me for doing this since Tyrone wouldn't fuck her anymore. She told me how he was her first love and that she wanted everything for him. They had a great five years together until she put on too much weight. That was when he started demeaning her and cheating. She would do anything to get him back into her life.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The mother of my unborn baby, who I loved, was in love with a gangster. The sad thing was that I couldn't do anything about it since Sholanda was carrying my baby and would not abort it. Besides, I loved her and wanted to be with her! I craved her humiliation and fat body! I was completely pussy whipped.

Tyrone was really slamming into my ass now and I must admit it felt great! I could hear the smacks as his thighs and lower abs slapped into my but cheeks and it was awesome. I realized that I was now bisexual! With a loud groan Tyrone pulled my hips into him and had a shuddering climax deep in my bowels! He held himself deep into me for a minute and I could feel his hot spurts way inside! 

It was so degrading and erotic to know that I had just been bred by a black gangster bull! I couldn't believe it, but I would not take it back. I actually felt a loss when he pulled out. This loss was only relieved when Sholanda turned my head around and told me to clean him off.

"It better be spotless fagot!" Tyrone commanded as he shoved his cock toward my face.

I opened up and lovingly sucked all of his seed and lube off his cock. I then put my head lower and licked off all the lube that had leaked down his balls. His scrotum felt amazing in my mouth! All soft and wrinkly! I loved it!

"Sho, put a plate under his ass and catch this sissy's cumfart!" Tyrone commanded. "I want her to eat it so that she knows my seed is not to go to waste."

Sholanda ran to the kitchen and came back with a small saucer that she held under my ass. 

"Try to fart, Doll." She suggested. 

By now I had cleaned Tyrone's cock and scrotum spotless and leaned back. I took a deep breath and pushed real hard and let a wet cumfart rip. I could actually feel Tyrone's seed and the lube escaping my asshole! 

"Oh my god, Tyrone!" Sholanda shouted. "So much came out!" "This little plate is almost overflowing!"

"Give it to the bitch!" Tyrone ordered. "I want to see this fagot swallow it all down."

Sholanda gave me the saucer and it must have had about three tablespoons of cum and some lube on it.

"You better do what Tyrone asks Doll." She suggested. 

I took the little plate. Lifted it up and tilted it toward my mouth. The slime started rolling off and onto my outstretched tongue. I loved it. I could taste the sweet lube too but was mainly after the taste of his seed. It was so addictive and bitter! I sucked it down and licked the plate clean. 

When I had finished Tyrone told Sholanda to get me in the tub. She took me by the arm and led me there. Once in she commanded my to lay on my back. Tyrone now came in and pissed all over me soaking the nice dress that I was wearing.

"That's so yous know your place!" White fagot!" He stated, as Sholanda walked in and stepped over me.

She pulled her robe up and let loose with a big cow stream all up and down my body. I was soaked from my hair to my stockings. 

"I am sleeping here tonight." Tyrone stated. "The fagot can sleep in the tub." "I don't want her washing off our piss till she gets ready for work in the morning." "I want her to learn what her place is around here."

Sholanda shut off the light in the bathroom and I just laid back in the tub into all of the piss. 

I was so horny from all of the humiliation and degradation. My cock was rock hard and it only took me a few strokes to cum all over my garter and stomach. I scooped up all the cum mixed with piss and licked it off my fingers. 

I could hear Sholanda, in the living room begging Tyrone to fuck her. 

"Hell no bitch, you to fat." He sneered. "Now shut the fuck up or you can join him in the tub."

That was the last I heard as I dozed off in the now cold piss filled tub.

To be Continued . . .



Owned by a Ghetto Bitch Pt. 09



Tyrone moved into my apartment the next day. With his move in, drastic changes occurred to my life. These changes turned my financial, social and sexual world upside down.

I go to work everyday and pay all of the bills on my apartment. Sholanda spends my paychecks to the last cent. I see all of the new things that she buys Tyrone. I barely have enough money to feed myself. This really bothers me because I have a great corporate engineering job. Before I met Sholanda I was saving almost half of my net salary! At least I was smart enough to hide my CDs and brokerage account from her! I am lucky that my checking account has a policy of no overdraft and that my credit card limit is low. 

I have no social life any more. I come directly home everyday after work. Sholanda makes sure that I dress and am made up nice. I can't even go outside so that my neighbors don't see me in my sissy clothes. It has been ages since I have went out drinking at the bar. Sholanda and Tyrone don't allow me to drink at all in the apartment. Yet, they always have a good supply of quality vodka and malt liquor, that they drink in copious amounts. All my friends have given up on me and don't call any more. I took Sholanda to a company function and it was a disaster. The whole company was laughing at me for days afterward. 

Sexually I am so frustrated. Sholanda hasn't had sex with me since Tyrome moved in. She has me eat her to orgasms, every once in a while when Tyrone is not around, but she will not release my cock from its cage. 

I have basically become Tyrone's sex slave. He makes me suck his dick every night. He fucks my ass good at least two or three times a week. I have learned to rim, teabag and serve his every sexual need. I actually enjoy this part of my life. I have become addicted to his extremely bitter loads and I love the feeling of his sticky seed leaking out of my ruined sphincter and into my panties. 

Not only am I Tyrone's slave but he lets his friends use me too. One evening I was bred by him and six of his friends! What a mess all that cum left in my panties as it ran out. The next morning the ass of my panties were solid and all crusty! 

He will usually have at least a friend or two over each night, that he likes to drink with, and I am always made to suck them off and or take it up my boi pussy. I know that a large percentage of my caloric intake is composed of raw cum. 

Tyrone also loves pissing on me. I usually end up in the bathtub at the end of every night. I can see the sadistic joy in Tyrones smile as he pisses all over me. He especially tries to hit me in the face and makes me keep my mouth wide open. I have learned to accept his golden liquid as I have Sholanda's and I swallow it down when it fills up my mouth.

Tyrone also makes Sholanda piss all over me to each night. I am grateful for the sight of her fat ass and pussy above me. I wish that they would let me eat her and touch her as she stands above me and lets out her heavy cow stream. 

They both let out the heaviest streams of piss ever from all of the malt liquor that they drink. The bathtub had become my regular bed. I sleep in it every night. The CB3000 had not been removed from my privates in months.

For almost half a year this was my life. Sholanda was getting even fatter as the pregnancy progressed. She had probably packed on another 40 pounds to the 180 that she weighed when we met. I did not know what I would do when the baby arrived. Many a night, as I laid in their cooling piss in the tub, I wondered what kind of a mother Sholanda would be to our baby. I had resigned to my fate, but really worried about the coming baby.

All this changed one evening about a month before our baby's due date. Sholanda was begging Tyrone to fuck her. Although they slept together in my old bed, I had never seen him fuck her since that first night, when I met him. Sholanda was telling him how the pregnancy was making her so horny and how she needed a good fucking. Tyrone refused saying how fat and disgusting she looked.

"Well then I am going to remove his cock cage and let the sissy fuck me!" She shouted into his face.

"The fagot is mine!" Tyrone shouted back, "You keep your fat hands off him!" 

He then kicked her hard in the ass knocking her into the couch. Whimpering she waddled into the bedroom. Five minutes later she came out screaming that she was bleeding from her pussy. I could see a large dark stain in the crotch of her shorts. 

She made Tyrone drive her to the Emergency Room in my car. When they got back late that night I learned that she had miscarried.

As much as I loved all the cock, cum and humiliation I was getting, I knew in my heart that I could not continue living my life like this, now that there was no baby coming.

That very next day at work I handed in my one month notice of resignation at work. I also did not pay the rent on my apartment that month. For the next thirty days I continued my life of humiliation and degradation being extra attentive to Tyrone and his friends. 

At my last day at work I returned the corporate cell phone that I had to Human Resources. Their manager told me that everyone would miss me, and that she would be happy to recommend me to future employers. 

I did not return strait home as usual. I bought a brand new cell phone with a totally new number. I steered my car onto the interstate going west. I was headed to San Francisco and a new life! I knew that I would be able to easily find another good engineering job there in the Silicon Valley. I also knew that I would easily be able to find lots of cock in the largest Gay community in America!

Prologue

Well two months have gone by and I am happy. I found a great job with amazing colleagues, salary and benefits at a new start-up company.

I hit the Transsexual and gay bars at night dressed in my slutty sissy clothes and get all of the cock I could ever want. 

I am also registered on the online dating site ghettohookup.com where I have met some really hot, fat, ghetto sistas! I don't have anything to worry about now because I had my tubes snipped. Until I get married I don't want to take any chances of knocking a sista up and forfeiting my life!

I live an open and free bisexual life out here. I have a nice apartment that is easy to afford on my new large salary and best of all I have my car back!

I heard from my old landlord that Tyrone and Sholanda were in shock when he and the Sheriff came to lock them out of the apartment. I sent him a check for the back rent so that he would not report me to a credit agency. I wonder what bridge they live under now. 

The End



Owned by a Teenage Goddess



You never expect to meet God--or the devil either for that matter, in your office at nine o'clock on a Wednesday morning. But as it turns out, that's exactly what happened to me. 

It all started when my secretary Nancy went on maternity leave. I was the general counsel for the company I worked at. Human resources arranged a temp to cover for Nancy while she was out, but I couldn't believe my eyes when she showed up at my office that Wednesday morning. Nancy, my regular secretary, was a forty-something, angry little gnome of a woman who was near my diminutive height of five feet tall. Her replacement didn't have anything in common with her at all. The woman HR had sent up to replace her was young, blond, and tall. And, she was also fantastically beautiful! Upon first seeing her I was practically stunned by her physical presence. 

"Hi, I'm Hillary." She said. 

None of my coworkers knew it about me, but I'd known I was into girls since I was sixteen years old. I had a thing for tall voluptuous blondes. HR couldn't have known it, but they'd sent me a girl right out of my fantasies. I stood there in shock for a moment before I managed to speak. 

"Janeen White." I answered, offering her my hand. 

Even in my heels I had to crane my head to look up at her. She had to be nearly six feet tall. 

"Nice to meet you Janeen. I guess we're going to be working together for a while?" 

"Yes. Yes, here let's get you settled in." I told her. 

The next ten minutes were a blur. It's embarrassing to admit, but from the first moment she walked into my outer office I had a crush on her. While I got her settled in at Nancy's desk and showed her where everything was I found being around her so exciting that it was like I couldn't catch my breath. During our brief conversation I managed to learn that she was just nineteen years old, and I found that she also appeared to be quite intelligent. All of which just made her seem that much hotter to me. 

When I went into my inner office and closed the door behind me the wind went out of me in a rush. My heart was pounding and my hands were sweaty. How pathetic was I, a thirty year old successful attorney my heart all a'twitter about a teenage girl?  

The rest of the day I made up reasons to talk wIth her every so often, just so I could be around her. I was pathetic, but I couldn't resist the urge I felt to just gawk at her. She was so hot. It was a struggle for me not to just stare openly at her, but luckily she didn't seem to notice. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

I settled into a working rhythm with Hillary that week. I decided that she was going to work out just fine. She had a little bit of attitude about her, but I could live with it. Working with her meant seeing her and being around her, which I couldn't get enough of really. After my initial period of being weak in the knees around her I got a hold of myself and threw myself back into my work. 

By that Friday afternoon I'd decided I didn't blame all those fifty year old male executives who arranged to have hot secretaries. Hillary wasn't the best secretary, she wasn't even as good as bitter Nancy had been, but it was worth it to have a little eye-candy around. It *was* a little distracting though, I found myself frequently thinking about her when I should be working. Knowing she was sitting just outside my office door, it was hard to stop daydreaming about the beautiful teen. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

"Good Morning Ms. White." Hillary greeted me when I walked in, and it was all I could do to not stand there staring at her; God, was she beautiful. 

It was Tuesday morning of the second week our working together that I realized I was in trouble. I'd deluded myself when I though I could get over my crush. I couldn't stop thinking about Hillary! Every time I was near her I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Twice I caught myself getting aroused as I sat at my desk actively daydreaming about her. It wasn't just her physical beauty either; I was mesmerized by her confidence and style. She was only nineteen, and yet I felt like *I* was the younger, less experienced woman when I was around her. Hillary just exuded some quality that made her irresistible to me. We had only been working together five days and already I found myself totally enamored of her. Of course I hid my perverse crush, and she didn't have any idea. At least that's what I thought--until that Wednesday morning. 

That morning Hillary was in my office discussing my appointments with me. As we finished she turned to leave, and I could have sworn that she exaggerated the sway of her hips when she walked out of my office. My eyes didn't leave her bottom the whole time, and she when she turned to close the door behind her I saw the tiniest smirk cross her face as she looked back at me. She knew that I was watching her! I froze. My face flushed hot with shame at her apparent knowledge. I was completely transfixed, I didn't even breathe then. It was only when she closed the door that I found I could breathe again, the air rushing into my absurdly panicked lungs. 

Sitting there at my desk I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to do. I'd made a fool of myself by letting this teenage girl realize I had the hots for her. I was so ashamed that I couldn't leave my office. 

I couldn't get my pounding heart under control for the longest time. I just sat there, horrified at what had happened as the morning hours passed. I couldn't concentrate or get anything done; I was just too flustered. 

And then, at noon, there was a soft knock at my office door and there she was. She gave me a little grin as I looked up from the contract I pretended to be reading. I felt my face flush hot again, and my heart raced at the sight of her. 

"I'm going to lunch." She said, still grinning at me. 

"Okay." 

And then she closed the door and I felt safe again. I'd survived seeing her again, and it was a big relief. Maybe I'd been wrong about her noticing my staring, I thought to myself. 

The rest of the day passed without any more incidents, mostly because I made a point of avoiding Hillary altogether, staying closed up in my office until after she left for the day. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

The next morning I talked with her for a while when she came in, just waiting for the shoe to drop. But she didn't say anything about the day before, and I finally started to really feel better about the whole thing. 

That is, until Hillary brought me a file I'd asked for. She knocked lightly on my door as she always did, and then she was standing in front of my desk and handing me the file. 

"Thank you." I told her, and then as I looked at it I realized it was the wrong folder. 

"Hillary, you've pulled the wrong file. This is the master services template for Jensen. But, this is the one we did before the merger. I need the newer one." I told her. 

"Oh. You didn't mention that when you asked me to find it for you." She said, and once again I ignored her attitude for the sake of being near her. 

"I-I'm sorry. Please get the other one." I managed, barely believing that I felt so enthralled by this girl that I was apologizing to her for *her* mistake! 

Hillary took the file and turned to leave. On her way out, the file folder slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor. 

"Oh, I'm so clumsy sometimes." Hillary said, and then she reached down to pick up the folder. 

I watched her as if she was in slow-motion. She didn't bend at the knees the way a woman wearing a skirt usually does. No, she bent in half at the waist in a way that was . . . supremely erotic. The angle of her body thrust her beautiful bottom out at me. As she bent farther and farther the short skirt hiked up and revealed a quick flash of her panties! I stared so hard her ass must have felt the heat of my perverted gaze. 

She stayed bent over like that for a long moment, too long. Then she peered back at me around her side and smiled. She picked up the folder then slowly straightened, smoothing her skirt back into place as she did it. 

Once more she'd managed to render me flustered to the point of physical fear. I truly didn't know what to do. She was teasing me, but could it really be possible for this hot young girl to be interested in me? My lust for her was so strong it scared me. But the chance, however tiny, that Hillary was somehow coming on to me--the chance that I could somehow be with her, drove me insane. I had to make a move, to find out if my dream could really come true. 

"Hillary? Would you . . . would you like to go out to dinner with me tonight?" My voice sounded wavering and small–I barely managed to say it at all. The moment my words left my mouth I knew I'd made an terrible mistake. 

Hillary's face scrunched up in disgust for a brief moment, and then she was laughing at me. Deep throaty laughter that made me just want to curl up and die. I saw it then in her eyes, saw the disdain she felt for me. My face and hands suddenly felt as if they were burning up, and I knew I must be red as a ripe strawberry. 

"You think I'm . . . you think I'm a lesbian like you?" She asked me, dropping the file on my desk and staring down at me with a smirking, superior grin. 

"A lesbian? I-I'm not a lesbian, I just thought you might like to catch dinner after work." I tried, and my lies sounded painfully transparent. 

"Riiiiight. You're not a lesbian. And you haven't been checking me out every minute since I got here. Let's just see about that." She said, and then she began unbuttoning her blouse! 

I should have said something then, should have somehow found the strength to order her out of my office right at that moment, but I didn't. I didn't do anything, didn't move, didn't speak, didn't even breathe. Her elegant fingers popped the buttons one after another, and the exposed strip of creamy young skin grew larger by the moment. The sight of her bra and the barely restrained swollen curves of her breasts where they pressed together mesmerized me as if I'd been hypnotized. When she slowly pulled the sides of her shirt apart I think I actually gasped out loud at the sight before me. Hillary held her shirt open for a few seconds, and that superior grin of hers never left her face. 

"I think that settles that, now doesn't it?" She asked as she pulled the sides of her shirt back together and blocked my view. 

I think I may have nodded then, unconsciously acknowledging the accuracy of her words. 

"Alright, but why have you been teasing me if you aren't . . . like me?" I asked her, my shame turning to indignation. 

"Because it amuses me. And because I might just be interested in a relationship with you anyway." 

"I-I don't understand." 

"Well, it's like this. I believe that some people are just meant to be dominant, and some people are just meant to be submissive. I am one of those naturally dominant people. I'm beautiful, and I know it. And I like the power that gives me over some people. Submissive people like *you*." She told me. 

"Submissive? I don't know what you're talking about Hillary. I-I think you should go now." I managed to tell her. 

She didn't move, in fact she didn't even seem to hear me at all. 

"The only chance you ever have to get into my pants is to make me happy by doing what I say. It's really pretty simple. For example, what if I told you I'd let you see my bare tits if you just did one simple thing for me?" She asked, and she let me get a brief view of her chest again as she said it. 

"What thing." I said with a gulp. 

"Stand up and come over here and I'll tell you." She told me. 

I'm not sure if I even wanted to get out of that chair, it felt like I was lifted by a magnetic force I couldn't resist. It was like being in a dream, I almost floated in front of her it was so surreal. I was so close to her now, just inches separated us. Her shirt fell open as she let go of it and softly rested her hands on my shoulders. She began to exert a gentle force on me then, pushing me downward. 

"Kneel." She told me softly but forcefully. 

"Hillary . . . I . . ." I began, but she only pushed harder and spoke that word again. 

"*Kneel.*" 

I sank to my knees in shock, shock that a teenage girl could turn my spine to jelly this way. Shocked that part of me loved every moment of being forced to kneel at her feet. Once I was on my knees and settled, Hillary stepped back and pulled her shirt all the way open. 

"Very good. Now here is your reward." She told me, and then she pulled the bra up and off the soft mounds of flesh, allowing their heavy dangling weight to hang freely before my eyes. 

I stared at the feminine glory before me with a hunger I'd never felt before. She was so beautiful it hurt to look at her, as if I was staring at the sun. But I couldn't stop, those soft creamy globes of flesh had control of me as surely as a puppeteer's strings guide a puppet. 

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Her voice broke into my reverie and shocked me back to reality. 

I was still speechless, and Hillary chuckled as she nestled her breasts back into the large cups of her bra. She continued the little mocking laughs as she did up her shirt, until she was standing over me with her hands on her hips. 

"If you want to get what you're so desperate to have, there's only one thing you have to do. Whatever I say. But there are two little rules you have to remember. One: I like it when my toys address me respectfully. In private, from now on, you're going to call me mistress. Two: I do not tolerate masturbation or sex from my toys. From now on, the only time you can climax is when I give you permission. Do you understand?" She asked me. 

She must be crazy if she thought I was going to start calling a teenage girl mistress and agree to not have sex without her permission, right? There was no way a confident, respectable attorney like I was would ever agree to such a thing, right? Wrong. 

"Yes." I heard that weak little voice again, almost as if I hadn't said it at all. 

"Yes what?" She demanded. 

"Yes mistress." 

"Good girl. Now get up and get back to work. I'm tired from all this excitement. I think I'll take the rest of the day off." She said, and she obviously wasn't asking my permission, then she grabbed the file off my desk, turned on her heel, and was gone out the door. 

I stayed on my knees in shock for a long time. When I finally got up and sat back down at my desk there was no chance I was going to get any work done. My thoughts raced and I couldn't think of anything but *her*. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

She did leave too. I got myself the right file when I finally felt brave enough to look into my outer office and see that she was gone. 

I stayed in my office all afternoon; afraid that my weakness would somehow be visible to anyone I talked to. As if they'd somehow know what I'd done. 

The day passed unbelievably slowly. I just sat there thinking of Hillary and what she'd made me do. I was so turned on it felt like my crotch was on fire. When she'd taken charge of me in that moment it had fiercely affected something inside of me. I'd never been so aroused in my entire life. But at the same time, it terrified me. How could I have done something so stupid? I could lose my job. I could ruin my career. I wasn't sure if it had been the best day of my life, or the worst, but it was definitely the most exciting. 

When I got home that night I was so excited by the thoughts I'd had of Hillary all day that I found myself masturbating almost immediately. I imagined myself on my knees looking up at her, looking up at her beautiful body and arrogant grinning face, and it made me *so* hot. And then something bizarre happened. Kneeling there dreaming of obeying her as I pleased myself with my fingers, I realized that I had to stop. I had to obey her order not to masturbate. As I did it I felt a perverse submissive thrill at the idea that she was controlling me even then. What had she done to me? 

* * * * * * * * * * 

The next morning, Wednesday morning, I had no idea what was going to happen when Hillary came in. I was eager, but frightened more than a little frightened as well. I arrived earlier than she did, as was my usual routine. I made myself a coffee and looked over the morning paper as I settled in to wait for her. 

Her appointed starting time came and went, and I started to worry. What if she'd quit, or made a human resources complaint against me? But at 10:15 she finally walked in and sat down. She started work as if nothing unusual had happened and didn't even say 'good morning' to me. I called her into my office and she didn't show any signs of apologizing for her tardiness. 

"Good morning." I said as she closed the door behind her. 

"Good morning what?" She challenged me immediately, and I crumbled at the sight of her. 

"Good morning mistress." 

"That's better. Now, what did you want?" 

"I was just . . . wondering where you were this morning, mistress." I said. 

"I was tired, so I slept in a little. Do you have a problem with that?" 

"No mistress." 

She looked at the coffee on my desk and then back to me. 

"I think a coffee will help wake me up. Go fix me one, and when you get back I'll give you a little reward." She suggested. 

"You-you want a coffee?" 

"Don't act stupid, slut. Get up, go fix me a coffee, and then bring it back here to me." 

"Yes mistress." I managed, and I was doing it. I scurried by her and made my way out of the outer office and down the hall to the coffee station. 

Not quite believing I was really doing it, fetching coffee for my secretary as if I was *her* secretary, I made it ready and hurried back. 

When I got back to my inner office and closed the door behind me, I turned to find Hillary sitting in my chair. I carried the coffee to her and sat it on my desk as she watched amusedly. 

"Thank you. Now would you like your reward?" She asked me with a thousand-watt smile. 

Not even knowing what she had in mind, my servile inner demons squealed in delight. My pulse quickened and my crotch heated up noticeably. 

"Yes mistress." 

She took a sip of the coffee, and then she opened the newspaper I'd been reading that morning. 

"Come around here." She said, gesturing for me to move to her side of the desk. 

"Look at my foot, Janeen. Tell me, what do you think of it?" She said, stretching one long beautiful leg towards me a little. 

I looked at her offered foot, and the red high-heeled shoe she wore, and I sucked in my breath a little. 

"It's beautiful, mistress." I said, and every time I said that word it just made me feel hotter and more submissive. It was awful, but I loved it. 

"Have you ever kissed a teenage girl's feet before Janeen?" 

"No mistress." 

"But you'd like to, wouldn't you?" 

"Yes mistress." 

"Fine. You may go ahead and kiss my foot. Go on, get down on your knees and get to it." She told me. 

"Yes mistress." I replied, and it was like I was in some kind of submissive trance. I sank down to my knees in front of her and I barely even realized where I was or what I was doing. All I could think about was obeying her, and the kinky joy that coursed through me whenever I did. 

I spent the next ten minutes kissing her foot, while she drank her coffee and read the paper. She didn't say anything to me the entire time. I'm not sure if she even looked down at me. And then she was pushing me away and standing up. 

"Alright, that's enough for today. Get back to work." She told me, and then she actually patted me on the head! 

"Yes mistress." I answered, and I was so ashamed to be . . . *me*. 

And then she was gone and I tried to return to normal life, tried to ignore the urge to just masturbate right there in my office. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

Once again, after the perverse joy of what I'd done wore off I turned back to self-loathing. What was I doing? I'd made her coffee and then kissed her feet as if it were a completely normal thing for a boss to do for a subordinate. Things were going too far. 




Owned by a Teenage Goddess



After lunch I sat there in my office going over my options. As much as I loved the way it had felt to be ordered around by this beautiful girl, I had to somehow regain control of my life. I decided that I was going to talk with Hillary first thing in the morning and tell her that we couldn't work together anymore. I was going to have to get another secretary. If she threatened to make trouble for me with what I'd done I'd just point out to her that nobody would believe the word of a nineteen year-old temp over mine. 

If she was still willing to keep up our other perverse relationship, I would gladly meet her whenever and wherever she wanted outside of work. As much as I enjoyed it, maybe I would even pay her. 

I knew things had gone too far. For my own sanity's sake I had to do put a stop to my new relationship with Hillary. I sat there trying to build up my confidence to put my foot down, and when I finally did I went out into the other office and she wasn't even there. She'd left early without even telling me! 

It angered me that she thought her hold over me was so great that she could just come and go as she pleased. She had come in after ten and left before three! The next morning was going to be a rude awakening for her, I thought to myself. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

The morning didn't go exactly as I'd planned. I called Hillary into my office when she came in. I didn't have to tell her to close the door behind her. She was wearing white nylons and a cute little blue dress that was a touch too racy for the office, showing off her curves a little too flamboyantly. All the confidence I'd built up in my 'fire Hillary' plan crumbled as she walked confidently over to my desk. God was she hot, so hot. 

"Good morning boss. Now get out of my chair. You can kneel there." She told me, pointing to a spot on the floor. 

There was no way I was going to take that from this upstart girl, right? In my own office? No way. Those were the thoughts that silently echoed in my head as I stood up and moved out of her way. Hillary smiled broadly as she sat down in my big leather chair and crossed her legs. 

"You've seen me topless, now it's your turn. If you want to be my toy you're going to have to show me the merchandise Janeen." She told me, leaning back comfortably in my chair then. 

Where was my strength? Why was it so damn hard to resist her? I had to though, I couldn't let things go any farther. 

"Hillary–I, I can't do this." 

"Yes, yes you can. First, because you know you want to do what I say. And second, because if you do I'm going to make your queer little dreams come true–I'm going to let you touch my ass. But you aren't going to touch anything if you don't remember the rules. Now, what do you call me in private?" She demanded. 

Visions of my fingertips sinking into the soft curves of her bottom filled my thoughts. The battle within me was short, and the weak part of me conquered the strong part decisively. 

"Mistress." I breathed. 

She smiled a smile that would have made the Cheshire cat jealous. My palms were clammy and I felt weak in the knees. 

"Good girl. Now take off that shirt." 

My fingers moved to unbutton my blouse as if on their own. When my shirt opened, exposing my bra, Hillary laughed out loud. 

"Is that a padded bra? Pull it down and let me see your little titties." She laughed. 

Humiliated by her words my face flushed. I just nodded my head as I did what she wanted and pulled my Wonderbra down. For my frame, at my height, my breasts were just the right size at 32A. But I liked the little bit of additional curviness the padded bra gave me so I wore it. 

"God, you look like a little boy or something. Look at you! Ha ha aha. Now put your little mosquito bumps away before you make me laugh myself silly. The padded bra is a waste of time anyway, nobody's going to mistake you for a woman. So from now on, no more padded bras." She told me. 

I'd always thought I looked pretty good. I'd always been fit and trim. But the way Hillary talked about my body humiliated me to my core. Looking at her ultra-feminine body, so curvy and perfect, just made me feel even more ashamed of myself. I couldn't even meet her superior gaze, I just kept my head bowed as I said the nasty words that made me feel *so* good. 

"Yes mistress." 

"And who do you think you're fooling with the heels? No more heels either, mighty-mouse." 

"Yes mistress." 

"Now I guess it's time for your reward. I know this is going to be the highlight of your pathetic little life. I am going to let you touch this." She told me, turning and lifting her dress to expose her pantyhose covered bottom to my eyes. 

"Yes mistress!" I exclaimed, mesmerized by the gorgeous sight. 

The incredible sight of the nylon-encased curves of her buttocks drew me to her like a moth to a flame. I began to rise and move towards her, when she looked down at me with sudden anger on her face. 

"What are you doing?" Hillary asked me angrily. 

"Mistress?" I said in confusion. 

"Did you really think I'd let your filthy lesbian hands touch my ass? Show some respect! I don't want to feel any part of you other than your lips touching me, do you understand? Now get back down on your knees and *kiss* *my* *ass*." She ordered cruelly, and my pussy spasmed below me at her dominant tirade. 

"Yes mistress." I mumbled humbly as I fell back to my knees. 

Hillary turned completely away from me, still holding her dress up over her beautiful rump. She looked back at me over her shoulder as I carefully approached her bottom and pressed my lips to the soft curve of her right buttock. Oh how I wanted to bury my face in her bottom and feel its soft glory. How I longed to kiss all over her hot young body. But the electric sensation of my lips actually touching this teenage goddess's ass ended all too soon as she pulled away from me almost immediately. 

"You stupid girl, look what you've done!" Hillary cried at me, staring down at her bottom. 

I looked where she was staring and saw that I'd left a perfect lipstick kiss mark right there on her buttock. On the white pantyhose the mark was glaringly visible. 

"I'm sorry mistress." I muttered. 

"That's another thing. No more make-up. And no more skirts or dresses while you're at it. I want you to look like the filthy little girl-boy you are. Now before I let you get back to work, aren't you forgetting something?" 

"Mistress?" 

"Where are your manners slut? Aren't you going to thank me for letting you kiss my ass?" 

"Thank you, mistress." 

* * * * * * * * * * 

When I returned from lunch that day after my failed attempt to fire her, there was a strange woman in my office. She was quite pretty, young, slender and attractive. 

"Hello." I said to the woman uncertainly. 

"This is Karen. She's Mr. Franken's secretary." Hillary informed me. 

Franken was one of the company's many vice-presidents. I had no idea why his secretary was in my outer office. 

"Karen is a friend of mine." Hillary explained. 

"That's nice. Janeen White. It's nice to meet you." I said, extending my hand. 

The woman shook my hand and then she looked me slowly up and down. I had a sinking feeling that only got worse when she spoke. 

"Alright Hill, let's see her do it." She said, looking away from me and back at Hillary who was rising from her desk. 

I looked at Hillary then, and I'm sure the terror I felt must have been obvious. 

"Relax, Karen is an old friend. In fact, it was Karen who got me my first temp position downstairs. Besides, she's one of your people." 

"My people?" 

"You know, she's ummm . . . not into guys if you know what I mean." 

"Hill!" The other woman exclaimed. 

"Oh be quiet both of you. Karen and I have a little bet that we'd like you to help us settle. Let's all go in your office where it's a little more private." Hillary said. 

Once we were all inside my office and the door was closed safely behind us I felt at least a tiny bit safer. 

"I was telling Karen how I'd figured out you were a submissive little lezzy, and she didn't believe me. She thought I was making it all up, even after I showed her *this*." Hillary said, lifting her dress to expose the mark I'd left earlier when I kissed her there. 

"I told Karen you'd do it again any time I wanted. I bet her that I could make you do it in front of her. I bet her that if I couldn't, I'd go down on her, and if I could she'd go down on me. I think she only took the bet because she wants to lose anyway." Hillary bragged, giving the other girl a wicked grin. 

"You're awful." Karen said, but she didn't deny it. 

"Now it's time for you to win me some lesbian head." Hillary ordered, and then her hands were on my shoulders, pushing me down. 

I sank silently to my knees, in shock once more. I felt so helpless and it shamed me, shamed me that I couldn't resist this beautiful teenage goddess–not even in front of other people. When Hillary turned around and lifted her dress, the white encased expense of her luscious ass filled my view. I didn't need any instructions. I leaned forward and kissed her there with my eyes closed to avoid the sight of both of them staring down at me. My crotch was on fire, a fire that only burned hotter when she pushed me away, laughing at my pathetic act of supplication. 

"Oh my god. You really weren't making this shit up. Damn!" 

"It's a gift. I've always been able to just feel it when I'm around someone who just needs a little control from a beautiful woman." 

"I can't believe it. Your boss is your *bitch*. Wow!" 

"You know Karen, I think she's not the only lesbian in the room who needs a guiding hand. Are you sure you aren't a little jealous of her?" 

"Hill!" 

"Don't 'Hill!' me. You want me too. And you're about to have me. You lost, now pay up." Hillary demanded. 

"*Here*? Are you crazy? I can't believe I made that crazy bet. I have to get back to my desk. And what about . . ." Her words trailed off and she looked over at me. 

"Her? Don't worry about her. She'll do whatever I say. Won't you Janeen?" 

I just nodded. 

"Say it." She said sternly. 

I knew what she wanted from me, but I couldn't. Not in front of another woman. There was no way I was going to sink that low. And then I made the mistake of looking into Hillary's beautiful glaring eyes and my resistance melted like butter. 

"Yes mistress." I said, and the other woman laughed. 

"My god, you really do have her trained." Karen laughed. 

"How long do you have?" Hillary ignored Karen's comment. 

"Franken won't be out of the meeting for another hour at least. But I need to be there for the phone." 

"Well then, you'd better just do a good job then, shouldn't you? The better you are the faster you'll be back at your desk." Hillary laughed and then she kicked off her shoes and pulled down her pantyhose! 

"Alright. But I can't believe I'm doing this." Karen replied, and I watched in stunned silence. 

Hillary pulled down her panties and set them aside before sitting down in my chair and rolling it a few feet back from my desk. From where I was standing I couldn't see her bottom half but just the knowledge that she was naked from the waist down drove me nuts. Karen moved around the desk and slowly sank down in front of Hillary, and I was totally in shock. Hillary looked over at me then, and her face contorted. 

"What do you think you are doing? Do you think I'm going to just let you stand there and watch? Get out!" She told me. 

"But mistress . . . this is my office . . . where will I go?" 

"Go sit at my desk." She ordered. 

The girl's brunette head went lower and lower until I could only see the top of it over my desk. Hillary gave a little sigh as the girl's head started to rhythmically move up and down! 

"But I can't sit there . . ." I began. 

"Yes you can, you stupid little monkey. Just shut up and get out there! And don't listen at the door either, I want you sitting at my desk." She ordered, cutting through my objection. 

"Yes mistress." I heard the little voice that was mine say. 

"You'd better watch out Karen. Once you've tasted pussy this good you'll be begging to be just like her." I heard Hillary brag as I closed the door and shut off my view of the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life. 

I felt so stupid sitting at her little workstation like I was *her* secretary. And even worse, I didn't have to listen by the door to hear her. After a few minutes I began to catch the softly muffled sound of her moans. 

I sat there and just fumed. As awful as being humiliated in front of another woman had been, that wasn't the worst of it. The worst thing was sitting there listening to that other woman getting her off and feeling so jealous that my stomach burned with acid. *I* wanted to be the one on my knees in that office worshiping Hillary. It was me that had done all the humiliating things that she asked, and yet this other woman got what I wanted. 

It went on and on, for nearly twenty minutes. I heard the muffled cries grow more and more insistent, and then finally there was silence. A few minutes later the door to my office opened and Karen and Hillary emerged. I looked at Karen and never would have been able to tell what she'd been doing in there. She must have fixed her hair and make-up afterwards, she looked completely composed as she hurried to the door. Karen gave me a last curious look and then she actually winked at me before she exited the office, leaving me alone with Hillary again. 

"Now *that* is how you relieve stress." Hillary said with a sigh. 

Where I couldn't see any difference in Karen, it was totally obvious on Hillary. Her face looked flushed and pink, and she was still breathing a little heavily. 

"I left you a little present. Go on, take it while I'm in a good mood." She told me, gesturing to my office with a lazy wave. 

She settled down at her desk after I stood up, and she leaned back in her chair with an exaggerated looseness evident in her posture in her. She smiled at me as I scurried back to my office to find my 'gift'. 

I looked at my desk and didn't see anything as I walked up. My nose picked up the smell of sex almost immediately though, the smell of Hillary's joyous twenty minutes of passion. When I got around behind my desk I saw it and knew immediately what she expected of me. On the front part of the seat of my expensive leather chair was a small streak of shiny wetness. 

Hating myself for being weak, for being so hopeless to resist her feminine mastery of my soul, I sank to my knees and began lapping up Hillary's juices. The taste of *her* on my tongue drove me insane. The humiliating submission of what I was doing, combined with the incredibly erotic taste and smell of my dream girl combined to drive me wild. I licked and sucked every bit of her gift off the chair, and I have to admit that I loved every second of it. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

Once more Hillary took the rest of the day off after having exerted her erotic hold over me. I suffered the extra work gladly, my brain afire with thoughts of the perverse glory of what she'd done to Karen and me. I couldn't believe she had an orgasm right there in my office--while I was sitting outside! It was so hot, so insane, it just drove me wild. 

It wasn't until I finally dragged myself off my knees and tried to compose myself enough to work that the shame really set in though. What I'd done was so perverse, so kinky, I couldn't believe how quickly Hillary had reduce me to debasing myself like that. And now she wasn't the only person at the company that knew my secret. What if Karen told someone what Hillary had made me do? I'd kissed Hillary's ass in front of her--what on earth had I been thinking? What if Hillary told someone else? If anything happening I'd see my career flushed down the toilet, and for what? For the chance to do whatever amused a beautiful teenaged girl. I must be crazy, but I couldn't resist the pull I felt to submit to her. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

As much as I was worried about what she'd do next, when nothing much happened the next day I was a little bit disappointed. Seeing Hillary all day made my heart beat madly in my chest, but she just did her work like nothing had ever happened. The closest thing I had to another experience with her was when she came into my office in the morning to remind me I had an eleven o'clock meeting. 

"Don't forget you have a meeting with the HR director at eleven." She told me. 

Just being alone in the room with her made my blood boil with submissive lesbian lust. 

"Yes mistress." I responded immediately. 

Hillary just smiled at me, obviously amused, and then she was gone. 

That little moment was the closest thing to anything unusual that happened all day. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

The weekend, and then two more days passed like that, and it was driving me nuts. I sat there at my desk every day wondering why she didn't just walk in there and dominate me. Didn't she know she had me so in lust for her beautiful body that I would do anything? Over time I actually started to grow angry at her. What was she doing to me? She'd given me the hottest experiences of my life, two days in a row, and now it was as if nothing had ever happened. 

I know it doesn't make any sense. I was afraid of giving in to her, of the effect it could have on my job, and especially of the way it made me feel. But I also *needed* it. 

I called her into my office as soon as she came in. She stepped inside, and then turned to regard me with eyebrows raised. 

"Hillary, is something wrong?" I asked her. 

"What do you mean?" She asked me coolly. 

I wasn't sure how to steer a conversation into this particular area at all. 

"Have I done something to anger you mistress?" I tried. 

"Oh, I see. My little *worthless* . . . " She began, emphasizing the words forcefully as she stepped closer and closer to me. ". . . *useless* . . . *idiotic* . . . *ugly* . . . *lesbian* boss feels the need to be put in her place." She said, and when she finished she stood right next to me, towering above me as she glared down into my wilting face. 

"Yes mistress." 

"Let's get some business out of the way first Janeen." She said, and then she dropped the sheet of paper she was carrying onto my desk. 

"This is my timesheet. It was due yesterday, but I forgot to fill it out. You have to sign it." She told me. 

I looked at it, and it was blank. 

"You haven't listed your hours Hillary . . . mistress." I corrected myself. 

"No, I haven't. Because I don't feel like filling out the form at all. You're going to. And you've been working me very hard, haven't you Janeen? I think ten hours a day will do alright. You can turn it in when you're done filling it out and signing it." She ordered me. 

Ten hours? She'd worked seven on her longest day, and less than four on several! 

"Yes mistress." 

"I've decided to give you a very special gift tomorrow. A gift you certainly don't deserve, but one that you'll *love*. As a result I'm going to have to take a little time off today to get it ready." 

Which probably meant she was going to take the whole day off. 

"Yes mistress." 

"Are you excited about the idea of getting a special gift from me, Janeen?" 

"Yes mistress." 

"You know, we need a better name for you. Janeen is too grown-up for someone as pathetic as you. Did you ever have a nickname when you were growing up?" 

"Neenee. When I was small people called me Neenee, mistress." I admitted to her. 

"Neenee . . . hmmm. That will do just fine. Everyone thinks you're this grown-up powerful lawyer, but I know the truth about you Neenee. I know that you're just a pathetic, worthless little lesbian slut. And I'm right, aren't I, Neenee?" 

"Yes mistress." 




Owned by a Teenage Goddess



"Say it. Admit what you are." 

I looked up at her confident stare, at the beautiful face that could make me do anything, and then I was lost in that obedient funk that came over me when I was around her. 

"I'm a worthless pathetic lesbian slut mistress." I said, my face flushing hotter than ever, even as another part of me grew hotter than ever as well. 

She gave a little snicker at the sight of me, and then just like that she was gone. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

She did take the rest of the day off. After I filled in her timesheet of ten hour days and turned it in, I sat there at my desk daydreaming about her and wondering what my 'special gift' could possibly be. 

The day passed slowly indeed. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

She walked in carrying something red and black in her hand. She closed the door behind her and turned to face me. She moved over beside my desk and then she pointed to the floor next to my chair. 

"Get out of my chair." She told me simply. 

I dropped what I was working on and got on my knees. She brushed past me and sat down in my chair. 

"Today is your lucky day Neenee. You're about to get closer to my beautiful body than you've ever been before." She told me as she sat down in my chair. 

"Yes mistress." I answered, my excitement threatening to make my heart burst out of my chest. Was she saying what I thought she was? 

"I am going to have an orgasm on your face. But first let's put this on you." She said, releasing her hand's grip enough to let a red rubber ball tumble from it where it swung dangling from a black rubber strap running through its center. 

It was one of those ball-gag things. Leaning forward in my big chair, Hillary stretched the rubber ring of the ball-gag over my head and moved it down into place. 

"There, that's better. I wouldn't want you trying to steal a taste of my beautiful pussy–you don't deserve it. It was a mistake letting you have a taste when Karen was here–you weren't ready yet." 

The ball-gag kept my mouth painfully wide open. It made me feel even more helpless before her power as I wondered what she planned. I couldn't believe I was kneeling and gagged in my own office, waiting for Hillary's command. My pussy was on fire below me, and I was thrilled beyond words by thoughts of what was to come. When Hillary slowly hiked up her skirt and exposed her beautiful satiny red panties to me, I almost came right there on my knees from being so close to her glorious mound. She slowly spread her legs open, and my eyes were glued to the area covered by the tiny bit of shiny red cloth. 

"Come closer." She ordered gesturing for me to move between her legs. 

I shuffled into position and my face was only inches away from heaven. Hillary reached down and roughly grabbed my hair, shaking me from my little bout of lesbian reverie. She pulled my head back roughly so that I was forced to look up at her. 

"I'm going to use you. Use your worthless little face as hard and fast as I want. And you're going to let me, aren't you? You're going to let me fuck your little face right off if I want to, because you want me that bad. Because I'm so fucking hot you can't resist me. Isn't that right, slave?" She demanded, and I nodded my head as best I could. 

She brought her other hand down into my hair then both of her hands were pulling my face forward. She carefully positioned my nose at the tiny crease in the shiny red mound before me and my lungs were treated with the scent of her divine womanhood. Slowly and gently at first she rocked my head back and forth, rubbing my nose and mouth into her mound. Gradually she picked up speed, continuing to verbally abuse me as she did it. I was in heaven, my nose being rubbed into the panty-covered mound that dominated my whole existence. Her nasty verbal torrent only made the experience that much more degrading and arousing to me. 

"That's it, you worthless little dyke-boy. Oh yeah, I bet you're loving this. Being so close to a real woman's sexy pussy. Having your little nose just rubbed right in it." 

Hillary gradually picked up the speed and force with which she pulled my face against her, and as she did so I started having a hard time catching my breath. With the ball-gag filling my mouth every rapturous moment my nose was buried in her mound was also a moment without oxygen. 

"Mmmm, this feels pretty good. As long as I don't look too much at your nasty little face this will work just fine. Oh yeah. That's it, get in there! Sniff it! Smell that, that's the finest pussy you're ever going to sniff. Oh yeah . . . mmmmmm." She moaned as she worked my face against her. 

She was right, the smell of it was glorious--and I loved it. She kept up like that for what seemed like forever, rubbing my face in her pantied quim while she verbally abused me. The cloth separating me from her sex grew first moist, then slick with her juices as she continued to use me as a masturbation aid. She started to really mash my face against her. Her hips started to move in the chair as she pulled my face into her twat, humping forward to increase the friction between us. My nose felt like it was getting rubbed right off my face, and my teeth ached from the damn gag, but I loved every moment of it. 

"Oh fuck yeah. Oh god I'm fucking your nasty dyke face. Mmmm . . . . oh . . . oh yeah. Smell that! Smell that you worthless fucking lesbian slut! Oh fuck . . . oh . . . oh . . . oh . . . oh . . oh . oh ohohOHOHOHHHHHHHH!" She cried, and her thighs clamped shut around my face as she came. 

Her whole body seemed to convulse around me, her hips thrusting forward and her thighs clamping down so hard it felt like my head would burst. And in that moment, on my knees gagged and smothering, *buried* in the embrace of Hillary's beautiful body, I would have done anything to stay there forever. I couldn't breathe, my face felt as if it had been rubbed raw, but I was *immersed* in the sound, smell, and feel of her divine female glory and I needed it more than anything I'd ever needed before. 

"Mmmm. That was nice." She said as she finally released her thighs and pushed me away. 

She looked down at me and gave a little laugh then. 

"Your face is all red. And look what you've made me do to these panties." She said, gesturing down to the giant wet stain on her crotch. 

My face felt pretty bad, but all I could think about was that wonderful place I'd just been. 

"You can take that off now. Keep it with you at all times, you never know when I might need it again." She told me, referring to the ball-gag. 

I pulled the gag out of my aching mouth while she straightened her clothes and sat upright. 

"Now I think you should thank me for using you." Hillary told me. 

"Thank you mistress." 

"I'm tired now. I think I'll take the rest of the day off." She told me as she stood up and moved to the door of my office. 

"Yes mistress." 

"And Neenee?" 

"Yes mistress?" 

"Don't even think about touching yourself, you dirty little slut." She ordered and then she was gone. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

Once again Hillary drove me crazy with need by doing . . . nothing. After taking me to a new height of submissive delight the day before, the day I'd felt her feminine glory literally rubbed in my face, the next day she didn't do anything to me at all. 

She didn't do anything to me the entire rest of the week. She was diabolically clever, really. My need to feel her power grew even stronger when she stopped using me. She was driving me wild by showing me how wonderful slavery could be and then taking it away from me again. I was in a state of constant longing, longing to be *used* by her. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

The next Monday morning Hillary came into my office carrying a plastic grocery store bag. She set the plastic bag on my desk and looked at me. 

"Today you're going to do a little chore for me. I've brought some of my dirty laundry with me. I expect you to wash it for me today." She said with that playful smirk of hers. 

I looked inside the bag. There were a half dozen pairs of worn women's underwear in the bag. I must not have reacted quickly enough to the discovery, because Hillary suddenly showed surprise. 

"What, don't you understand Neenee? I'm going to let you use your worthless little mouth to clean my underwear. You're going spend the whole day sucking the cunt-stains, and any *other* stains, out of my panties. Do you have a problem with that? Because if you don't appreciate my gift I will take it back." She said, reaching for the bag as she said it. 

"No mistress." I quickly answered, my crotch afire as she exerted her perverse control over me yet again. 

How did Hillary know how to demean me so perfectly? How did she know I couldn't resist her? I was helpless to deny her power now, as I sat there staring at her panties knowing that I *did* desperately want to sniff and lick them. 

"Now you listen to me Neenee. When you taste the heavenly flavors of my beautiful feminine body it's going to drive you wild with lust. It's going to make you burn with need. Even just the aroma of my beautiful pussy melts your brain and put you deeper under my feminine power. It will be hard for you to resist the urges you feel. I know this, Neenee. But remember, if I catch you so much as thinking about touching yourself without my permission I will never let you worship me again. Do you understand me?" 

"Yes mistress." 

"I expect you to wash every pair with your pathetic lesbian drool. When I take them back this afternoon I'd better find every inch of them clean. Let me help you get started. Get over here and get down on your knees." She ordered, pointing to the floor in front of my desk. 

I scurried in front of her and sank to my knees. Hillary reached into the bag and withdrew a red silky pair of panties. I recognized them immediately. 

"This is a good pair right here. Do you remember these? You should, I was wearing these when I came in your face the other day. Just look at them, all crusty and stained." She told me, turning the crinkly stained crotch inside out so that I could see it. 

"Isn't that a nasty stain, Neenee? Stick out your tongue." She ordered me. 

I extended my tongue as far as I could, my face already heating up with hot rush of perversely arousing shame that came over me. Hillary slowly brought the cloth to my tongue, and then she pressed the spot down onto my tongue and smeared it around. The smell and taste of her was intense, and my crotch burned with perverse submissive arousal. I wriggled in place and closed my eyes to concentrate fully on that flavor. 

"Taste that Neenee. That's the taste of a real woman's pussy. That's the taste of my power over you. You can't deny it. How does that taste make you feel Neenee?" She asked me, pulling those red panties away from my mouth as she spoke. 

I felt an almost physical pain when my tongue lost contact with that heavenly cloth. I opened my eyes and told Hillary the complete humiliating truth. 

"Mistress, it makes me feel hot. And weak. And . . . submissive." I admitted. 

Hillary tossed the red panties at me and gave me a condescending smirk. 

"Of course it does. Now get to work, show me you can at least be useful to clean my laundry." She laughed. 

I grabbed up the bit of cloth and began licking and sucking at it while she watching, eager to impress her with my obedience. Other than a small grin, she barely seemed to notice my act of devotion and she turned a walked to the door. She stopped at the door and turned to look back at me, still kneeling there. 

"Pathetic. All that education, college, law school, everything, and you end up here on your knees sucking on my dirty panties like it's the greatest gift you've ever received. And it *is* the greatest gift you've ever received, isn't it? All because deep down inside you know the truth about the two of us. You know that you're a worthless nothing, and that I am a *goddess*." She laughed, and then she was gone. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

It was wonderful and awful all at once. I knelt there licking and sucking at the glorious taste and smell of her body and it made me so hot that I could barely take it. My pussy was on *fire*. I was worthless. I was stupid. I *did* need to worship her. It was a struggle to keep from touching myself as I gave myself totally to the task at hand. 

No matter how much of a pervert I was I couldn't actually spend the entire day sucking her panties could I? Yes I could, and did. I didn't even try to do any work. I spent the whole time licking and sucking those bits of cloth that had nestled against heaven on earth. The cloth that carried her scent and taste and drove me insane with need. Time passed without my realizing it--I was in some sort of submissive trance as immersed myself in the pathetic act of worship. Hours passed like minutes as I licked and sucked and sniffed every inch of her panties. Oh how I longed to taste her directly, to kneel before her and dip my tongue into that font of supreme feminine power that lived between her beautiful legs. 

When Hillary finally opened the door to my office late that afternoon, I was sitting in my chair still licking a pair of her sodden underwear. I quickly returned the panties I held to the rest of the pile atop my desk. 

"I see you're enjoying my gift. Are my panties all clean now?" She asked me. 

"Yes mistress!" I said, still breathing heavy with my excitement. 

"Hmmmm. It seems you may have enjoyed my gift more than you're allowed to. Stand up." She ordered me. 

"Yes mistress." I answered, standing quickly up. 

"Undo your pants and pull them down." 

I did as I was told, letting my pants pool around my ankles. Hillary gave me a push backward and I sat abruptly back down in the chair. The wet stain on the front of my panties was painfully obvious as I sat there looking up at my young goddess. 

"Just as I suspected. Have you been masturbating Neenee? What did I tell you about that?" 

"No mistress! I swear, I'm just excited from . . . doing your laundry. I-I'm sorry mistress." 

"You expect me to believe that you were so turned on by sucking on my panties that your disgusting little boy-twat leaked this much? I don't think so. I think you were in here touching your filthy slit while you thought about me–*disgusting*." She said. 

"Mistress I swear I didn't." 

"You'd better not have. So, you really were that turned on by licking my nasty dirty underwear?" 

"Yes mistress." I admitted. 

"Say it, I want to hear you say what got you this turned on." 

"Mistress I got this turned on by licking your dirty underwear. I got this turned on by being your panty-sniffing slave girl." I said, and for the first time since she'd came into my office Hillary smiled. 

"Alright then. But we still can't leave you like this, can we? Get those filthy panties off. And use them to wipe your filthy little boy-twat." She told me. 

I wriggled out of my panties and used them to wipe myself while she watched, standing tall over me. 

"Now whatever will we do with a nasty pair of dirty panties? I know, why don't we have our resident panty-sucker clean them. Do it, Neenee. Suck your filthy slime off of them for me." She demanded. 

Reluctantly I brought the panties up to my face and looked at the large wet stain at their crotch. I forced myself to suck the wet spot into my mouth, and began cleaning it while Hillary watched. The taste and smell of my own secretions weren't just less appealing than Hillary's, they were disgusting. How could even her pussy taste and smell so much better than mine? She was superior to me in every way, so much so that it was her divine right to be worshiped. 

"Look at you. You're a filthy pervert who loves pussy so much that she'll even suck her own nasty panties! You really are a worthless, pathetic, little lesbian piece of shit, aren't you?" 

"Yes mistress." I answered and she laughed as she left me there, sucking my own panties. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

I wasn't sure what to expect the next day. Licking her panties all day long, falling into that submissive trance of worship, the experience had been so powerful that it scared me. I found I was more than a little frightened of Hillary's hold over me. She was all I could think about night and day, my perverse need to submit to her threatened to consume me with its power. I felt like I was losing myself, and I could see it happening, and yet I was helpless to stop it. Ever time I saw her I needed her more, and every time I gave in to her orders it made me feel hotter and weaker than the last. 

So when Hillary dropped the bomb on me that afternoon, I didn't have a chance really. 

"I've decided that I'm going to move into your house. It's the only way I can ensure you're not touching your filthy slit when you're away from this place." She told me. 

The thought of being around Hillary twenty-four hours a day thrilled me. It made me want to do a celebration dance it excited me so much. 

"Yes mistress." I beamed, and she just shook her head at me. 

"Give me the key. I'm going to go pick up some of my things. I trust you'll do what's necessary to make me feel at home." 

"*Yes* mistress." I blurted as I dug out my keys and pulled my house key from the ring. 

"You can start by bringing something home for dinner. Surprise me." She told me as she picked up her purse and headed for the door. 

"Yes mistress." 

* * * * * * * * * * 

I was so excited I could barely stand it. With what Hillary had already done to me at work perverse mind raced with ideas of what Hillary could do to me in a private place. I daydreamed about it for an hour before I set to work on my first big after hours chore. She'd told me to get her dinner and I had no intention of screwing it up. 

I knew a lovely Italian restaurant that would let you order take-out meals, pricey, but really good food. I ordered two of their best pasta dishes, one with a chicken breast and the other with seafood. I felt confident that Hillary would surely like one or the other. 

I picked up the food on the way home, and I exceeded the speed limit at every opportunity. I couldn't wait to see my beautiful mistress outside of work for the first time ever. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

I walked in the door and found two suitcases standing nearby against the wall. Hillary was on my couch watching television, looking gloriously hot in skimpy shorts and a t-shirt. 

"Hello mistress. I brought two dinners from a nice little restaurant I know. I hope you'll like the food." I said to her. 

"Bring it here. I usually eat in front of the television." She told me. 

I set down my bag and brought the dinners to the table. 

"Which would you prefer, mistress?" I asked her. 

"Both, stupid. I'll try them both. You can go get my room ready while I eat." She told me as she began to open the chicken dinner. 

I looked at her in surprise and she easily stared me down. 

"What, Neenee? Do you think the bed linen will change itself? Or that maybe my suitcases will walk in there on their own and unpack themselves? Don't just stand there, get to work. You can take the stuff that's in the dresser now and just throw it wherever you want." 

I dragged her heavy suitcases to my room as Hillary started to eat. She barely even looked at me as I lugged the bags along behind me. I was hungry, the smell of the food in the car had really got my mouth watering. The truly sad thing was that I was being treated like dirt by a teenage girl in my own home, and I *loved* the way it made me feel. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

Hillary ate most of one of the dinners and half of the other one while I was moving my things out of my bedroom into the spare bedroom. I was hungry, but being ordered around in my own home made me so horny it was worth starving. 




Owned by a Teenage Goddess



When I was finally done, I returned to the living room and found Hillary reclining on the couch with the two half-eaten dinners still on the table in front of her. 

"Come on, we're going to run out to the store. You're driving." She told me as she pulled on her shoes. 

I hurried to follow her, and barely had time to throw on my shoes and grab my car keys before she was out the door. At my car Hillary waited by the rear door on the passenger side, and when I unlocked it she got in the back! I sat down in the driver's seat and it was like I was her driver. I'd never driven with nobody sitting in the front and a person sitting in the back. 

"Take me to SuperMegaPetLand." She ordered, and I turned the car left out of the driveway and headed towards the pet supply superstore. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

We entered the store and quickly found our way to the aisle for dog supplies. Hillary quickly found her way to these wide black leather dog collars and motioned for me to come closer as she pulled one from off the rack. Right there, in the aisle of the store, she wrapped the collar around my neck as if it was the most normal thing in the world. I didn't try to stop her; I just meekly leaned my head forward and let her do what she wanted. 

"Too big." She announced about the first one, and as she hung it back on the rack and selected another. I saw a woman with two small children look at us and then hurry her children away. 

Hillary put the second collar around my neck and pulled the tongue of it through its buckle. She pulled it until it was all but choking me, and then she fastened it. Grabbing it by the metal ring that was embedded in it, she gave the collar a rough tug that yanked my head down. 

"There, that's just right. Hang on." She laughed. 

Hillary rummaged around on the rack and found a matching heavy black leather leash about six feet long. She turned to me and snapped the leash's hook onto the ring on the collar, and then stepped back. She gave it a test tug, and smiled at my discomfort at being so degradingly posed in public. 

"I think that's about right, but I'm not quite sure. Neenee, get on your knees." She demanded. 

I looked around, and thanked god that there was nobody nearby as I sank to my knees. Hillary pulled on the leash and guided me to crawl ten feet or so down the aisle as she laughed at me. 

"Heel, you silly bitch. That's just perfect. Take it off and follow me." She laughed, dropping the leash on the floor and walking out of the aisle. 

I quickly unfastened the collar and found her in the next aisle admiring a large stainless steel dog bowl. She picked up two of the bowls, stacked inside each other, and handed them to me. 

"Here, take these as well." She told me, and then I was following behind her. 

She watched, amused, as I paid for the collar, leash and bowls. Once we left the checkout she led me to a big machine at the front of the store. It was a machine that you could put money in and make your own tags for dog and cat collars. 

"We can't have you running around without a tag now, can we?" The beautiful teenage goddess chuckled, and even then I was madly in love with her. 

"No mistress." 

"Let me see what we can put on here." 

She fiddled with the thing for a while, seeming displeased by the limited number of large characters that could fit on the tags. 

"I know, we'll do three separate tags. Put money in it." 

I fed the bills into the machine as Hillary selected the largest round silver tag and set it to engrave what she wanted. I started to look, but Hillary pushed my face with her hand to the side so I couldn't see. 

"Not now, I want it to be a surprise." She told me. 

I fed the machine twice more and when the third tag spit from the machine she gathered them all and walked out of the store with me trailing behind her with my bag of dog items. 

Hillary waited by the back door of the car until I unlocked it and let her in. 

"Give me the collar and then take me home." She told me after I got in. 

I gave her the collar and started us on the way home. I heard the tags jingling as she slipped them onto the collar. I knew I'd be seeing that collar soon. When we got back to my house and I turned off the car, Hillary waited until I came to the back of the car and opened the door for her. Once we were inside she handed me the collar. 

"Go ahead, take a good look at it. And then get on your knees and put it on." She told me as she rummaged in the back and extracted the steel bowls. 

I looked at the tags hanging from the collar as I got down on my knees. The tags all lay in a pile as if they were one big thick tag, and from the front only the first tag's text was visible. It was a single word in large type: CUNT. When I spread the three tags I was rewarded with the words WORSHIPING and WHORE on the back two tags. On my knees, I carefully did up the dog collar around my throat so that the degrading tags hung at the front. 

"All the way down--hands and knees." Hillary ordered, the steel bowls in her hands. 

"Yes mistress." I answered as I sank even closer to the floor. 

"Now you're my worthless doggybitch. Ha ha ha. Say it, tell me what you are slut!" She demanded. 

"I-I'm your worthless doggybitch mistress." I said softly, and my cheeks burned with shame. Undeniably, my pussy burned then as well. 

"Come on doggybitch. Time for your dinner." She laughed, and then she gathered the two take-out plates and the bowls and she walked into the kitchen. 

I knew what I was meant to do. I crawled quickly after her, following her on my hands and knees as if I were a dog. Still giggling, Hillary filled one bowl with water and set it down on the kitchen floor. I watched as she took some of the pasta from one of her half-eaten dinners and tossed it into the other bowl with a splat. 

"Now show me you're excited about your dinner doggybitch. Pant like a dog. And wag your fucking tail!" 

I opened my mouth and let my tongue dangle as I began to pant and swing my ass back and forth. 

"Good, now I'm going to ask you a question and you're just going to bark when I do. Does my little doggybitch want some supper?" She asked. 

"Woof! Woof!" I shouted stupidly, still panting and wiggling my ass. 

"Good doggybitch. Here you go." She laughed, setting the bowl down in front of me. 

I looked at the bowl of leftover partially eaten cold pasta, and I moved closer to it. 

"Just your mouth, that's how a doggybitch eats." 

Leaning forward, I tried unsuccessfully to capture a flat noodle in my mouth. 

"That's not how a doggybitch eats. Show your owner how much you love your food doggybitch." Hillary demanded, and then I felt her foot on top of my head, pressing me down. 

Her foot jammed my face down into the bowl, burying my nose in the cold mass of noodles and getting the sauce all over my face. Her foot rotated on my head and mashed my face harder into the noodles before I opened my mouth wide and began to eat. 

"That's it doggybitch. Eat your fucking food." 

I *was* hungry. Under the pressure of her foot on my head I got into the act and devoured the noodles. She didn't let me up until I'd licked the bowl, and by then I had alfredo sauce all over me. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

I spent the rest of the evening kneeling beside the couch in that collar, waiting by my goddess's feet as she watched television. She made me play at being her dog all the way through her getting up and heading for the bedroom. 

"Alright doggybitch, come on." She told me and I crawled after her. 

At the door to the bedroom she paused and pointed to the floor in front of the door. 

"Wait here." 

Several minutes passed, and when she opened the door I swear my pussy actually quivered at the glorious sight of her. She was wearing nothing but pink cotton panties and a skimpy little matching top. Oh my god was she ever hot. I looked up the length of those long legs and I just melted into the floor. She was *so* beautiful. 

"Alright, you can take off the collar and get changed as well. Find yourself a blanket." She told me, and then she was off to the bathroom and the door was closed behind her. 

I heard the sink running as Hillary got ready for bed. I quickly changed myself into some pajamas I'd bought after Hillary told me I had to stop wearing any girl clothing. I dug a blanket from the linen closet and waited for Hillary to return. 

She reappeared in the door, and she still made my heart flutter. Without meaning to, I fell to my knees at the sight of her. Looking down at me then she gave a little chuckle. 

"You really are pathetic, aren't you?" 

"Yes mistress." 

"Go get yourself ready for bed slut." She told me, and her sparkling eyes watched me scurry from the room. 

I hurried through my night time rituals and returned to find Hillary sitting up on my bed waiting for me. 

"You can sleep down there." She said, pointing to the floor beside the bed! 

I didn't argue--I couldn't. She was so beautiful then that I couldn't even think. I picked up the blanket and started to lay down there. 

"Go on, get down there like a good slut and I'll let you have a kiss goodnight to tuck you in." She said, and my heart started to race. 

A kiss, an actual kiss from Hillary? The thought was enough to make my crotch heat up instantly. God did she ever hold an erotic power over me. I was mesmerized by her. I quickly lay down on my back and covered myself with the blanket. 

"Alright, time for that kiss." Hillary said, and then she swung her legs off the bed and moved over me. 

I looked up at her beautiful body in outright awe as she moved to stand directly over my head, facing my feet! She looked back down over her beautiful bottom at me as her knees began to bend. Slowly she squatted lower and lower, until the cloth of her pink panties was stretched tight to the point of bursting across her unbelievably wonderful ass. And then those glorious curves grew bigger and bigger in my vision until there was nothing else, until Hillary was squatting herself directly onto my mouth! 

"Go on slut, kiss my *ass*." She demanded as my mouth was plunged into her crack, and there was nothing else I could do. 

Her ass embraced my face as I kissed deep in the pink valley of delights, and my nose was filled with the scent of her wonderful body. And then it was over, and she was lifting herself off of me and shutting off the lights. 

Laying in the darkness beside my own bed, the smell of Hillary's ass-crack still drifting through me, I was happier than I've ever been. She owned me, and I loved it. 

 - - A Wet Grin Urging I Story - - 



Owned by Love



She finally came out of the bedroom with her head down and the faint tinge of embarrassment on her cheeks. The thin white dress I had purchased fitted her perfectly, the hem a few inches below her crotch, much shorter than a tennis skirt and so soft and light. Her nipples were clearly prominent, as I had not allowed a bra, just the high waisted white panties that were almost transparent and would frame her bottom beautifully. On her feet, flat white slippers and a polished metal collar locked around her throat, the attached medallion tapping gently against the metal as she reluctantly walked into the room. 

Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, held by a thin pink ribbon and on her face, just eyeliner and a pale pink lip glaze. She was beautiful and, although my heart soared at the sight of her, I remained expressionless. "Is this what you required, Madame?" she asked softly, a little hurt caused by my demands showed in those beautiful eyes.

"Yes, Janine," I smiled and her head jerked up at the sound of her name, a name she had never heard from me. "Yes, no Muffy tonight, tonight you are my Janine." Her eyes sparkled and I laughed at her joy, kissed her gently on the forehead and gestured at the table. "Arrange the dinner setting, our guests will be here soon."

Her face fell at the mentioned of the guests. "Yes Madame," she said and started placing the plates on the table. As she bent over the table, her dress rose slightly and to show her plump bottom, cupped in the white gauze of her panties. Automatically, her hand stole down to adjust her hem, to pull it over her bottom but that would have spoiled the pleasing little effect I had created. 

"Don't!" I said sharply and her hand froze. "Do not touch your dress unless I tell you, cherie." She shivered at the implications but went back to placing the plates on the table while I checked my hair in the mirror over the fireplace.

I was dressed in a simple black dress, elegant, sophisticated and expensive, perfect to intimidate the guests just a little. Of course, they would not know I was naked under it. I smiled mischievously at my reflection as the telephone buzzed and Janine froze, a small, frightened look appeared fleetingly on her face. "Well, answer it, pet," I said as I applied a little more lipstick.

She spoke into the phone and turned to me. "Madame, Roger says the guests have arrived," her face was pale and her lip trembled. "Will I tell him to send them up?"

"But of course," I said gaily. "How can we have a dinner party with out the guests?"

"She says to send them up," her voice was low as she spoke and she pleaded with her eyes as she replaced the telephone in its cradle. "Now, Janine let me remember the names, Linda, Barbara, Alan and Cindy. Is that correct?" She nodded and her face grew even whiter. "You are beautiful, they will be stunned. Come here and look at yourself in the mirror." Sullenly, she did and was, of course, instantly dismayed at how revealing her dress was and her face flamed brightly.

Like a startled rabbit she jumped when the doorbell rang and I patted her gently on her wonderful bottom. This, after several month of training, was the moment; this was the evening where I will test her commitment and her determination to be mine.

I swung the door opened and they smiled at me as I swept them in, introducing myself as I did. The three women gasped when they saw her and Alan's eyes bulged.

"My God, Janine!" Barbara said in horror, "what are you wearing?"

"Is she not beautiful?" I said proudly. "Come, Janine, greet your friends." Face glowing, she pecked them on the cheeks, Barbara's face frozen in disbelief.

"Must be cold in here," Linda said slyly, looking down at Janine's nipples poking through the thin white material.

"Now, some wine for all, I think, Janine." She turned to walk to the kitchen and the guests stood watching her, Alan in particular had his eyes fixed on her bottom as it shifted under the dress.

"I'll help," Barbara said, desperate I knew to get Janine alone.

"No, that won't be necessary," I said firmly. "Please sit down. Now, you all work at the same office with Janine?"

"Yes," Cindy said something at last, her voice thin and almost shrill. "We've worked together for about three years?" She looked at the others for confirmation and they nodded.

"It was a surprise," Barbara said, looking directly at me, "when Janine announced out of the blue that she was leaving."

"Has she got another job?" Linda asked, watching the kitchen doorway. This one was quite relaxed and there was slyness about her I did not quite like. "She wouldn't say."

"No, she has not," I replied as Janine came back with a tray of glasses of red wine and offered the tray to our guests. Alan was constantly looking at her nipples and her bottom and his eyes widened when he glimpsed the white of her panties peeking from under the short dress when she bent to offer the tray to me.

"This is lovely wine," Linda said, eyes on Janine, as she stood next to my chair, eyes downcast.

"You're not having any?" Cindy asked Janine.

"No, no wine for her tonight."

"Why are you treating her like a servant?" Barbara said hotly.

"Is it not clear?" I said calmly. "She wants me to."

"What?" Barbara and Cindy exclaimed in unison, Alan's jaw dropped while Linda smiled and sipped her wine again.

"She enjoys being treated this way," I explained, glancing up at Janine to see her face was bright red and I smiled softly.

"I don't believe it! Are you threatening her? We could call the police!"

"Tell them Janine," I said serenely and sipped my own wine.

"I like Madame to tell me what to do," her voice was low and her eyes were fastened on the floor. "I want to be with her."

"Show them your medallion." Janine blushing still, leaned forward and Linda held the medallion to examine it, doing it slowly I realised so Janine's bottom in the transparent panties was exposed.

"If found, please call," Linda read slowly and looked at me, that sly smile playing on her lips. "I assume this is your telephone number?" I nodded and she released the medallion. Janine moved along to show Barbara and Cindy.

"I don't want to see it!" Barbara snapped and Cindy shook her head.

"I do," said Alan and his eyes ran over Janine as she showed him the medallion.

"What does this mean?" Cindy asked. "I don't get it."

"Janine is submissive, Madame here is a Domme and both of them are lesbians. Wish I had known," Linda muttered, draining her glass and I signalled to Janine to fill it.

"What did you say?" Cindy asked her.

"Doesn't matter," Linda said, winking at me.

"I think we are ready to eat. Janine, get the entree, please."

"Yes Madame," she said and slipped into the kitchen, grateful to escape the humiliation of being presented to her old friends in this way. I wondered if she would break, disobey me and leave with them, the temptation to great for her? Just imagining that moment brought a deep pang of regret, a sense of loss and a loss I knew I would take some time to recover from.

"There's no seat for Janine," Barbara snapped as we sat at the table.

"She won't be eating with us," I smiled and Cindy gasped.

"I thought this was supposed to be her farewell dinner?" Barbara said icily.

"It is and she's saying farewell to her old life and revealing herself to you."

"In more ways than one," Alan said draining his glass.

"You must respect her submissiveness," I said firmly.

"Oh I do," Linda smiled. "That is a lovely dress, Madame. I suspect it cost more than I earn in a month."

"No, it would be two or three months, I think. More wine?" I smiled as she flushed.

We ate in silence for a moment while Janine stood silently next to me; eyes downcast and I imagined everyone's mind was spinning with the events. "Come here," Linda said to Janine and my pet glanced at me for permission. I nodded and watched Linda examine the collar. "It's locked on, I imagine you have the key?" she asked and the others stopped eating, listening for my answer, Janine returning to my side. 

"Perhaps," I shrugged.

"What if you lose it?" Cindy asked in that annoying voice.

"Perhaps it is lost now?"

"You treat her like, oh I don't know but you treat her badly!" Barbara said waving her fork at me, anger in her eyes.

"A slave, I treat her like a slave. Is that the word you are searching for? I think we're finished Janine, you may clear the plates. It was lovely, by the way."

"Thank you Madame," she said and briskly removed the entrée plates, her dress riding up a little and Alan, a little flushed from the wine he was consuming, leered openly at her panties.

"Open some more wine, Janine" I said. "We seem to be drinking quickly."

"So, she's a slave?" Linda slurred a little. "Interesting times for you, I bet?" she leered.

"And for her but of course. Now, tell me about this little office you all work together in?"

Cindy opened her mouth but Linda cut in roughly. "Fuck work! That's the last thing I want to talk about, especially since you've got your little slave running around here showing us her bottom. Have you had enough looks yet, Alan?" she demanded.

"No," Alan said but his face went a little redder. "I'm going to look every chance I get."

"Make your little dick hard, does it?" Linda snapped. I was going to interrupt, to calm them down when they fell silent, watching Janine as she returned with the main course.

"Thank you Janine."

We ate in silence again, Janine by my side and I was beginning to hope she would last the evening, survive this shame and be mine. "Is she your slave?" Cindy asked suddenly and I felt all their eyes on me.

"Yes, tell them, Janine."

"I am her slave," Janine murmured, cheeks read and her nipples twin peaks through the white dress.

"Is she blackmailing you?" Barbara asked plaintively. "Can we help you get out of here?"

A nod from me and she answered. "I want to be her slave. It is my choice completely."

"So," leered Linda, "she'll do anything you say without hesitation?"

"But of course."

"Prove it!"

I had expected this, as some people are so predictable. "Janine," I said calmly, "turn around and lift your dress." The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock as she slowly turned and flipped the back of her dress up to reveal her succulent bottom framed in the transparent high waisted pants. Her face was bright red and I saw she was careful to keep the front of the dress down, probably hoping I wouldn't notice. That brought a slight smile to my face, as I knew the front of her panties would be displaying a large wet spot.

"My God," breathed Alan.

"Take the panties off, Janine," I said and I saw her shiver slightly but her thumbs hooked in the waistband and I knew she was going to do it; my heart soared at her commitment to me. "No, I said softly, "I've changed my mind. You may drop your dress." A slight sigh of relief escaped her and she looked at me gratefully.

Barbara threw her napkin onto the table. "I think I've had enough to eat! Let's go everyone," she ordered pushing her chair back with an angry scrape, Cindy immediately standing.

"So soon?" I smiled. "What a shame."

Barbara glared at me but ignored my comment. "Come on you two," she said to Linda and Alan.

"I might stay here," Linda said, raising an eyebrow at me. "This looks far more interesting."

"I think not," I said flatly, holding her gaze until she broke contact and slowly stood.

"We'll show you out," I said graciously and we escorted them to the door.

Barbara suddenly turned and grasped Janine's elbows. "Come with us, Janine. We'll go to the police."

Janine peeled Barbara's fingers from her arm. "You don't understand, I want to be here, I want to be her slave and I love her. Thank you for coming."

When we closed the door on them, Janine stood withy her eyes down. "I'm sorry, Madame I spoke with out your permission just then."

"Not at all, little one, I was so proud of you but of course a little spanking later?" I slipped my hand under her dress to feel her shaven pussy through the panties. "Just as I thought, you are soaking wet. You are such a little slut, yes?"

"Yes Madame," she said happily.

"Clean up and wait for me in the bedroom. I have something for you."

She was waiting for me naked and kneeling by the bed, the light glinting softly on her collar and her arousal lightly scenting the room. "Stand for me, beautiful one," I said softly and she scrambled to her feet, arms folded behind her as she had been taught so her breasts jutted forward.

I stood behind her and softly kissed the back of her neck just above her collar and she trembled. "Do you remember when I took your jewellery in the restaurant, pet?" Janine nodded, watching me as I walked in front of her, my hand behind my back. "Give me your left hand." Without hesitation she held her hand out and I took it gently, slipping the ring onto her finger.

There was wonder in her face as she studied the flat steel ring and examined the engraved words on the surface of it, a question rose to her lips but she held it, waiting for permission and I nodded. "Madame, please tell me what this means."

"It is French, translated it is 'Owned by Love'. That is all." The realisation swum over her and her eyes glistened with tears and I couldn't resist her devotion or her beauty any longer. Our lips merged and I hungrily sucked her in as the palm of my hand gently cupped her wet mound. "Now, let us love" I whispered and she murmured, "Of course Madame," as she slowly sunk to her knees.



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 01



I had known from the word go that I could never completely satisfy her sexually; she was way above my league, a picture of feminine grace on the outside, and a virago on the inside. The few acquaintances I knew at the time of our swift marriage had said she was just after my money; I had inherited a fair amount and she had seemed so sincere. It had not taken her long to discover my submissive side and she had soon taken full control of me. Everything I owned was now signed over to her and she had soon tired of simply dominating me to attain sexual satisfaction. She had invited males of her choice back to our home and had me watch whilst they had sex, and now here I was, in the back of a car being driven by one of her favourites; a huge black guy who simply grinned and laughed as he listened to Cherie as she taunted me on this not un-significant journey.

"You'll be such a treat for mother, and she needs someone to do her chores since her maid ran out on her. We'll send you a postcard to let you know how our vacation is going; I'll say how sampling Chuck's ten inch cock is going, so you won't feel left out." Chuck laughed as Cherie sneered at me and inhaled on her cigarette, blowing the smoke back at me. My cock tingled a little in the plastic cage I was wearing, not so much at the thought of Chuck fucking my wife, I had grown used to that, but at the thought of Blanche, my Mother-In Law whom Cherie often remarked how strict and domineering she was. Cherie sneered again as she blew more smoke.

"I'll give Mum my cell phone number so she can call us whenever she wants; she'll let us know if you are behaving and maybe I'll get her to pass the phone to you so you can listen to us fuck!"

Chuck broke into a deep droning laughter as we turned into the drive of her Mother's house; my anus clenched on the butt plug I'd been made to wear, as I thought of what lay in store for me. In the year I'd known Cherie I'd only met Blanche on three occasions before, each time just a brief meeting. She had oozed natural dominance and had talked with Cherie, ignoring me completely as though I did not exist. She had ruled her husband with an iron fist and he had done just as he was told, right up to the time of his premature death at 50 years old. The first time I had seen her, I was granted an immediate erection, such was her feminine presence, now I was to live with her for two weeks.

As the car drew up, Chuck simply took the overnight bag I was allowed to bring and threw it down on the dusty driveway. Cherie smiled as she opened the door and ordered me out, pointing at the bag.

"Pick that up right now and get up those steps immediately! I'm sure Mother has plenty for you to do." As I picked up the bag and looked toward the front door, it swung open and there stood the formidable figure of Blanche. My cock pulsed in its tight confinement as I scurried forward like a penitent schoolboy about to face punishment at the hands of a headmistress. Blanche was a supreme woman who could still put her daughter in the shade. Though now 62 years old, she had kept her full figure in good shape; tight white slacks accentuated her ample hips, her mound of Venus teasingly prominent in the tight fabric. Her long legs stood on high heeled red sandals; her tanned skin visible on feet with neatly painted toe-nails, the red of both matching a PVC belt which adorned her slender waist, above which her large and still very firm breasts were pronounced nicely in a black satin blouse. As she looked at me with contempt, I could not help but notice her nipples harden and protrude through the satin. Her red hair seemed to glow, tied up in a bun, complementing her red lips and sharp features. This was the woman who would own me for two weeks.

Cherie and Chuck stood smiling, arm in arm as I cowered before Blanche, awaiting the next command; her breasts heaved in the satin as she put her hands on her hips and surveyed me like an item of livestock before turning to her daughter.

"I see you have him reasonably well trained. I take it he has all he needs in that bag?" Cherie giggled contemptuously.

"His collar and leash are in there, along with the hairbrush you gave me a while back; he loves to feel it on his buttocks and it's only fitting that he should have something to remind him of me, especially as it will be in the hands of the woman who owned it originally." Blanches nipples now stood out like bullets, she was becoming nicely aroused at the thought of being in control of a male once more.

"That's a nice thought dear, but I always preferred to administer spankings by hand. When it comes to firm discipline, I prefer to apply the cane; the sound of it adds to the punishment and the marks it leaves gives the punished something to think about for several days." My cock bulged with a strange pleasure, and my anus clenched on the plug in fear as I listened to the mature woman's words. Cherie stepped forward and opened her hand bag, retrieving a set of tiny keys.

"You may need these; he can wash with his cage on, but you might have reason to remove it." Blanche took the keys in her elegantly manicured hand and smiled at her daughter.

"How long has he been confined?" Cherie and Chuck giggled with pleasure.

"Oh, only 3 weeks this time. I normally allow him out once a month or so; I like to watch him abuse himself at my feet. After he's cleaned up he goes straight back in." I felt deeply ashamed as the three sneered and giggled, though this was tempered by a look I received from Blanche as the other two turned to leave; there was a certain warmth and hunger in the look which had my cock bulging in the cage. Blanche soon put me in my place though.

"Say goodbye to your wife, it's nice to see her with a real man. He's going to thoroughly enjoy my daughter while you're here cleaning my floors and washing my panties. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? I'm going to put you to good use, and I may keep you for more than two weeks, you would like that wouldn't you?" Her words sent a tingle down my spine and I was compelled to answer.

"Yes...Madam Blanche, I would like that." She smiled sternly and pointed to the floor next to her; I stood aside her and took in her sweet scent as she turned me to face my wife and her lover, openly kissing in the car before Chuck tooted the horn and winked at me, his large cock no doubt ready to probe each of my wife's orifices. I felt utterly humiliated as they drove away, but was immediately brought to my senses.

"Come!" Commanded my new mistress. I meekly followed the mature woman as she strutted before me; my cock tingled as I watched the fullness of her rounded bottom and sumptuous thighs as we ascended the stairs. The house seemed to have many rooms; I was taken into one of them. It was a small but well-appointed room with a large double bed, neat and clean but sparsely decorated. Blanche grinned as she opened my bag and lifted out the leather collar with leash. I watched her nipples move in the black satin as she eagerly buckled the collar. She then jangled the keys under my nose.

"Clothes off this instance!" She barked, and then viewed me sternly as I removed footwear, shirt, trousers and underwear. I stood naked but for collar and cage as the haughty woman looked me up and down. She smiled as she viewed my bell-end, tightly encased in the transparent plastic, glistening with pre-cum. She took the leash and tugged it.

"Time to introduce you to my panties; follow me." We descended the stairs and I was taken into an unnervingly comfortable room with huge leather seating. The one prominent feature of the room was an umbrella stand which was full of various wicked looking canes; her speech earlier had evidently been the truth. My cock bulged and pulsed as I watched her move to the windows and adjust the blinds, allowing light in, but no viewing from outside. She strutted sternly back and stood before me.

"Undo my blouse –NOW!" Her sharp command had me fumbling with her buttons immediately and without hesitation; as I did so my knuckles brushed against her firm breasts, making me breathe heavily with excitement. As I undid the final button she spread her arms and let the blouse drop. She smiled as I ogled her breasts which were now covered only by a sheer black body stocking. She slapped my face curtly.

"Now kneel and unbuckle my belt and slacks- Immediately!" I did as I was told and dropped to my knees. The supreme woman stood tall and dominant before me as I undid the belt and buttons; the slacks slid down those formidable legs and thighs, and she stepped smartly out of them. Other than the body stocking which finished at her ankles, she wore only a pair of black silk panties. Blanche stepped forward, and held my head; my nose just an inch or so from her womanhood. I was close to coming in my cage; on my knees to a truly superior woman, the scent of her dominant arousal was intoxicating. I already wanted to be owned by her...



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 02



Blanche stood before me in a show of her absolute dominance over a kneeling male, who was more than willing to just as he was told by a far superior entity. She allowed me to inhale her beautifully spicy womanhood, her panties now moist with arousal; she had a male just where she wanted him and her enjoyment of the situation was increasing rapidly. My cock dribbled sticky pre-cum as I wallowed in the glorious humiliation of being controlled by a mature and dominant woman; her scent increased with her arousal, and my cock ached for relief as I inhaled deeply again and again for what seemed like hours. I was hers completely. In truth it was only a matter of two minutes at the most. Blanche slapped my face smartly.

"I bet you'd love to lick my panties, wouldn't you? You worthless shit." I almost whimpered at being drawn from the mesmerising scent, but the question had my cock pulsing.

"Yes Madam Blanche, I would love to lick your panties." Blanche laughed at my pitiful honesty and obvious excitement blurted out like a child; she was thoroughly enjoying teasing and having absolute power over me. She smiled wickedly and her pussy tingled as she tugged my leash with one hand and slapped me again with the other.

"You'll have to earn the privilege, you cur!" Blanche then turned and bent over, showing me the glorious full orbs of her ass and immensity of her full thighs, all clad in the sheer black nylon. When she was sure she had my attention, she eyed the stand full with canes; my cock tingled and my anus clenched at the plug tightly as I thought of being caned by this magnificent woman. She sneered with delight on noting my recognition of her tools of discipline, and then drew my attention back to her mature body by drawing her beautifully manicured hand under her crotch and up the cleft of her buttocks, taking care to press the silky material deep into her sticky pussy and anus. She then turned and offered her fingers under my nose; the whiff of her mature pussy juices and tang of her hot anus had my cock bulging, I yearned for release.

"Lick them clean." She commanded in her sweetly authoritative voice. She grinned with satisfaction as I eagerly lapped at the sticky fingers, flinching slightly as her sharp nails scored my tongue.

"I bet you'd love to have those nails rake your bell-end. If only your cock were free, you worthless wretch." Satisfied also that I had cleaned her hand sufficiently, she slowly withdrew it and then pointed at a large leather chair before tugging on my leash.

"It's time for you to earn those panties." She tugged and I waddled forward on my knees as I watched that magnificent full figure stride slowly toward the chair, every contour of her magnificent bottom and legs making me ache for relief; she was a truly superb woman, and my balls tingled whilst shivers ran down my spine at the sheer enjoyment of my humiliation.

Blanche turned and slowly nestled into the comfortable yet firm black leather chair, loosening my leash so as to allow me to watch her slowly lift one leg over the other; my eyes fixed on her crotch as she did so. She smiled as she tensed her beautiful nylon clad legs and waggled her foot, pointing sternly to it with her sharply manicured finger.

"Sandals off now; this one first." I looked at her beautifully arched foot and immediately tackled the delicate leather buckles which held the straps firm. Sandal off, her foot was so feminine, delicately pedicured to match her hands. Blanche looked menacingly at me.

"Suck my toes." She commanded. I hesitated for a moment too long as I contemplated the act; the leash was pulled taut, I moved forward, and Blanche leaned forward and delivered a stinging slap to my face.

"Now! You wretch! I can see my daughter has been far too soft with you!" I hesitated no more and sucked on her smaller toes first, as though my life depended on it, applying as much suction as I could to the fleshy little orbs with sharp painted nails. Blanche chuckled softly with an air of victorious satisfaction. She dropped the leash, softly fingered her crotch with one hand and picked the keys to my cage with the other, making me glance at them as I sucked. Her wicked smile let me know she had complete control, and was thoroughly enjoying her complete domination of me. As I knelt there before that superior woman, my face glowing from the stinging slap she had awarded me, her toes in my mouth, I yearned for further punishment and humiliation as my cock pulsed and dribbled through the slit in my plastic dungeon; I felt truly worthless in the presence of this powerful female authority.

When Blanche was satisfied I had warmed each toe sufficiently she had me repeat the performance with the other foot. She was careful to allow me a long glance at my prize between her legs as she changed position, reminding me of the promise of her panties. I longed for another sniff of the beautiful scent of her pussy, and Blanche's teasing was exquisite.

I shivered with anticipation as Blanche pulled her foot away from my mouth at last. She smiled, almost warmly, and then jingled those keys again as if to torment me.

"Stand up for a moment." I did as I was told and found it hard to catch my breath as Blanche sat forward and cupped my balls. I looked down at the contours of her magnificently mature breasts with nipples poking like thumbs through the black nylon. Blanche giggled as she teased my balls with her sharp nails and then undid the tiny padlock. I gasped with surprise at being allowed freedom, and my cock unfurled and pointed rigidly to attention, as if to salute the superior force which had freed it. Blanche drew the sharp nail of her index finger up the underside of my stiff cock, from balls to bell-end, causing acute but exquisite pain, scooping a little sticky pre-cum from my dribbling tip as a finale. My balls tightened and ached; I was so close to coming with this one touch. She placed the cage on the arm of the chair, and then looked up at me, licking her red lips.

"Down on your knees again and face the floor." I dropped to my knees without hesitation, and watched as her feet tensed and she stood. My cock bobbed and pulsed wildly as a pair of black panties dropped down those sheer nylon legs to her ankles. The beautiful womanly scent flooded my nostrils, as I looked at the stickily soiled gusset; it took all my control and my fear of displeasing her to prevent me from crouching to sniff and lick right then. She stepped one foot clear and left the panties on one ankle; she then sat and the tantalising vision disappeared from view, but the scent of her glorious womanhood permeated the room, making my cock spasm.

"You may look up again now, cur." I lifted my head sharply to find her twirling the panties before my nose; she then moved her legs apart and allowed me a view of paradise. The body stocking was crotch-less; a beautifully seamed oval in the black nylon framed a tiny groomed patch of red hair above the delicious butterfly of her labia, soft pink against the silky white of her flesh, and glistening with arousal, the womanly folds of her mature lower torso, creating an excellent visual torture; how I wanted to be allowed to lick her. She closed her legs and brought the panties close to my nose once more; the rich feminine scent was tantalising.

"Beg to lick my panties you worthless wretch ... BEG!" My arse clenched tightly on the plug at hearing the dominance in her voice, but this did nothing to quell my erection; Blanche toyed with my cock with her other foot whilst looking sternly at me, awaiting the response which she knew was a formality; she had complete control over me.

"Please Madam Blanche, I beg you, please let me lick your panties." She laughed and thrust her foot forward into my face.

"I want to see you have a good sniff first; I'll tell you when you can lick; you start at the rear of the gusset and work forward, I want you to know the scent of your betters." I did not hesitate in doing just as I was told; I lifted the soft silk from her feminine ankle and opened the garment like a delicate flower, sampling the abundance of its rich aroma without even inhaling deeply. Blanche looked on in haughty dominance, a finger toying with her gorgeously moist slit. I moved the rear of the gusset to my nose and sampled the rich spicy scent of Blanche's mature and seasoned anus; the aroma was intoxicating, making my cock bob rigidly at 45 degrees. I would have done anything at that point to be allowed to come. I was in submissive heaven as I sniffed contentedly at the beautifully scented panties and looked at the formidable and attractive mature woman who now owned me. I wondered what was to come over the next two weeks and thought of her caning me as I sniffed; I was so grateful to my wife for having such a magnificent mother. Blanche sighed a little as she toyed and watched me sniff gratefully at the sticky honey gifted by her womanhood; I eyed the motion of her finger and longed to be allowed to go one step further after tending her panties. Blanche seemed to sense this.

"Commence licking that gusset now. You make sure it's clean; pay special attention to the marks at the rear." She then smiled wickedly at me, making my cock ache to bursting point.

"If you clean them satisfactorily, I may let you lick my arsehole." I was almost frantic in my efforts to ensure that no trace of my owner remained in the fabric; my tongue rasped at the soft fabric, taking in the spicy tang of her anal sweat as I laboured, my tongue aching in my pleasure at serving this superior woman. The taste of her pussy juices was equally delectable as I basked in a subliminally erotic state of submission and humiliation; I wanted to be owned by Blanche forever. She obliged in adding to my torment as she slowly pulled her legs back; making herself comfortable and her anus available for servicing by a suitable cur. I was so glad Blanche had chosen black panties; I had half a chance in satisfying her expectations of my cleaning duties. I wished and prayed to any deity that would care to listen when Blanche took the panties back from me; her urgency for satisfaction now apparently equal to mine. She cast them aside without inspecting them with a look of contempt, and then tugged on my leash, shuffling me forward till my stiff cock was flat up against the soft leather of the chair.

I could now feel the warmth of her body as she sat forward slightly and lifted her legs over my shoulders as I cowered before her. I now had a complete and uninterrupted view of her gloriously moist pussy and arsehole; my cock tight against the leather seating, I was in danger of emptying my balls as my bell-end slipped and pulsed involuntarily against the soft leather. Being there with the heavenly scent and sight of a mature and very dominant woman who was controlling me, had me in a heaven I had never experienced before. I cursed Cherie for not leaving me with her mother before, but realised that the wait only accentuated the sublime torment and humiliation I now enjoyed.

Blanche smiled, softer now she knew she had complete and utter control of me; she felt supreme in her natural dominance, I was hers.

"Down you go cur; have a good sniff of where your wife came from. Don't you dare lick until told to do so." I needed no further prompting and bent down to face her delicious womanhood; the leash was pulled taut and my head was guided to within an inch of her now very aromatic pussy, generously moistened by her obvious arousal. Her control and teasing of a captive submissive male had made her very excited. She slid her finger down her slippery cleft, opening her butterfly-like lips, making her pussy bloom like an unfurling rose, releasing its sweet bouquet all the more. Then the finger was thrust at my lips.

"Lick my finger cur; I know you like the taste, you shall try something sweeter in a moment." My cock rubbed at the leather as I motioned to lick at the nectar on Blanche's finger; she noticed my movement and pulled her finger up, making me move all the more. I so wanted to come, and found I was rubbing my cock automatically on the lush inviting leather. Blanche sneered with contempt, and then spoke with calm deliberation.

"If you mess without my permission I shall thrash you, and I shall invite my lady friends who are coming to see you this evening thrash you too." Her words had me at the point of shooting my cream there and then, and it took all my effort to cease rubbing; I so wanted to be caned by her, and she knew it, but I wanted to be controlled by her even more. The thought of an audience of women had my brain and balls buzzing; would there be no end to this fortnight of submissive ecstasy? She laughed as I stopped and she pulled her finger from my mouth. She laughed again as I jerked when she raked the nails of her other hand down my belly, and then squeezed her hand down by my stiff cock, teasing the exposed side of my bell-end with her vicious talons. My cock stiffened all the more and pulsed at the mixture of pain and pleasure. Blanche was delighted.

"Mark my words; you shall come without permission and earn the caning of your life." With those words she removed her hand and touched my nose with the other, redirecting my attention to the task at hand. I watched as her finger slipped past her heaving pussy, across the small area of silky white flesh to the lightly bronzed and sweetly puckered arena that was her anus. The finger circled the soft puckers, pushing here and there to distort the erotic symmetry of that beautiful orifice and show its softness, and then slipped in on the moistness, disappearing up to the second knuckle. I felt the leash tighten as the finger was retrieved from the obvious heat of that delectable arsehole; my cock began its involuntary and instinctive rubbing once more as the spicy prize was rubbed under my nose and offered to my lips. The aroma was heavenly and the taste was as sweet as any honey as I sucked lovingly at the soiled finger. I so wanted to get my tongue deep into that hot sweaty haven, shoot my load on the leather in recognition of her superiority, and earn a caning from that gorgeous mature woman before an audience of females. I was resigned to my fate and in absolute heaven.

Blanche smirked as she instinctively felt my complete and utter surrender. She started to stroke her now exposed clitoris with renewed vigour, and then pulled my head down and rubbed my nose in her anus.

"Now lick my arsehole you cur. I want it thoroughly cleaned as deep as your tongue will go; you'll lick it again after I've caned you this evening." I inhaled deeply at the beautiful spicy scent before taking care to lick all around the sweet puckered perimeter; Blanche was now moaning softly as she nursed her eager clitoris; she smiled wickedly at me as I glanced up at her, across the delicate manicured hand which was stroking her sweetly lubricated pussy. She was ready for another tease.

"Just think, my daughter is probably being probed by a huge black cock right at this moment, and here you are, her husband, probing her mother's arsehole with your tongue. You are truly worthless, I hope you realise that." She laughed as she saw that I did realise that, and that her words would help me earn my caning. I looked at the magnificent woman who was utterly dominating me, tasted her succulent arsehole, sniffed at her dripping aromatic pussy, and thought of my wife's pussy stretched the limit by a huge cock. All this beautiful humiliation and the promise of a caning was too much for me; my stiff cock now pumped uncontrollably at the soft inviting leather, lubricated with slippery pre-cum.

I was hers and she knew it. As I began my muffled moans in ecstasy, Blanche pulled the leash tight and then passed her last comment before indulging herself completely too.

"I am so going to enjoy thrashing you. I am shall break you completely. I may even tell my daughter that I shall keep you; It's not like she'll miss your puny cock, and I have lots of old friends who'll put you to good use." The mature goddess then broke into a deep moan, lifted her legs high and tensed my leash to choking point, pulling my face tight into her deliciously sweaty cleft. I lapsed into an erotic fervour as I probed deep into her hot arsehole, my taste and sense of smell immersed in the flavour and scent of a fiercely dominant woman. I peeped over the top of her mound; the elegant finger now vigorously stroking her bulging clitoris as she smiled victoriously with wicked satisfaction at me. She moaned as she witnessed me humping back and forth, my stiff cock now a slave to the stimulation of the leather, my tongue ached as I probed as deep as I could extend into her hot anus, her scent driving me insane; I thought of my wife being fucked, I thought of being caned by this superior woman, I thought of being humiliated in front of other women. I moaned and spluttered into the beautiful folds of my dominant mother; so superior, and owning me at 62 years old.

I erupted as wave upon wave of sheer ecstasy coursed through my body, spurting what seemed like endless loops of hot cum. Blanche moaned and stiffened her legs in the glory of a triumphant orgasm; her anus clenching on my tongue as I wallowed in submissive ecstasy, disgracing myself before the woman who would now punish my disobedience.

I almost passed out with the intensity of the orgasm, combined with being half throttled by the leash and my face being buried in her succulent arsehole. I shuddered as I lay panting for breath, my stomach now slipping on the mess I'd unleashed in honour of Blanche. She chuckled as she too recovered her senses.

"You have certainly earned your caning. I want you to lick my pussy clean and then you're going to lick your mess from the chair. You shall then choose a cane from the stand in preparation for later. I'll teach you to disobey me."



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 03



Despite having emptied my balls, my cock was soon stiff once more as I duly licked Blanche's sticky, and now a little stinky, pussy clean; she made me do such a thorough job, I was not released until she had achieved a second orgasm at my expense. The realisation that she was going to receive this service for at least a fortnight, and she was to start by caning me in front of her friends later, had her very excited indeed. She was realising she had left it too long before acquiring a lowly male to torment and she was relishing displaying her power in punishing me later. When finally sated she had me kneel down, my face to the floor in front of the chair while she alighted from it. I was allowed to look up only whilst re-fitting her sandals for her; just this simple act of servility had my cock stiffening again, as I humbly fastened each leather strap for this magnificent and superior woman. She tutted as she evidently surveyed the soiled chair.

"You are going to need a drink of water to keep your tongue nice and moist. You stay right there and I shall get you a glass." I heard her feet clack down the hall and flush some water into a glass from the kitchen. I so wanted to look at her as she strutted, but cowered in my position knowing I would have plenty of views of her gorgeous anatomy over the next fortnight; I was truly beginning to enjoy my submission to her, and had all but forgotten my wife; her shapely daughter, completely. I trembled a little as I heard her clack back, but the next noises I heard sent a shiver up my spine, and had my cock as stiff as it had been earlier. The first sound was a soft clattering of sticks against each-other; the umbrella stand! The next was the threatening yet erotic whoosh of a spiteful cane cutting the air. My arse clenched tightly at the plug; I must have been an almost irresistible target for a dominant woman with a new slave. I jumped as she touched my cheeks with the cane; was she to thrash me now? She chuckled wickedly as I jerked in fear.

"You may look up now. I have some water for you, and a nice big blue pill you must take; I want to make sure you thoroughly entertain all my friends before you are caged again tonight." I now realised the true purpose of the water, the 'dry tongue' scenario being just a ruse. Blanche smiled contentedly as I downed the tablet; she had no need to tell me what it was. She stood, cane in hand, looking utterly dominant in the black nylon, breasts heaving generously as she watched her new toy. I had no need for Viagra at that point; my cock was rigid in the presence of my formidable mistress. Blanche laughed as she stroked my erection with her cane while I finished the water.

"Good boy! We want you nice and stiff for the next few hours; you'll be begging to have the cage back on by the time the ladies have finished with you!" She pointed to a table with her cane and then gestured that I put the glass on it. I did so, and then felt the sting of her cane for the first time. I gasped as my new owner dealt me a cursory stroke to remind me just who was in charge.

"Now you lick that chair clean! I want it spotless for tonight and I want to see a nice vigorous effort from you. We'll soon have your blood circulating and at least have your puny excuse for a cock ready for action." I set to work immediately without any hesitation, first licking the cold salty mess at the front of the seat where my cock had earned me a caning. The leather was very slippery as I wet it with my tongue, and the taste changed as I worked toward the rear of the seat where my mature and assertive mistress had excited herself; the scent and taste of her womanhood flavoured by the leather had my cock buzzing again. The sight of my arse bobbing as I worked proved too much for my new owner; as my cock stiffened all the more with the scent and taste of her spicy anal juices, I heard the whoosh of the cane once more. I yelped audibly as the strongly superior woman administered her cane smartly, making my arse pulse with a pain which seemed to be magnified all the more; my anus clenching on the plug in fear, tensioning the caned area and increasing the wicked sting. Blanche laughed and strutted haughtily around the chair as she watched my labours, gritting her teeth menacingly as she cut the air with her cane, making me tense in anticipation of further pain, each time she did so.

"I used to love watching my husband perform the same task; he used to do it very well, right up until the time I disposed of him; it was such a beautiful snuff party." Her words were spoken so calmly, so matter-of-fact; they had my arse and balls tingling like never before. I had known her husband was dead at fifty, but never knew of any illness or accident; but I did remember a callous smile coming over Blanche's face on the occasion his demise was mentioned by a bland and uncaring daughter. It had chilled me at the time; now it had even greater significance.

The whoosh of the cane in the air had me adhere to the task in hand; my cock was now as rigid as a broom-handle as I sniffed and licked at the final tangy aromas on the leather, with the words 'snuff party' going through my head again and again. Blanche certainly knew how to tease and torture mentally; she knew exactly what she was doing. I felt a jerk on my leash and was pulled back on to my knees by her. She did not inspect the seat, but knelt forward in it, facing its back with her legs slightly apart. She arched her back and pointed her glorious globular arse out at me. I looked at the beautifully erotic sight and yearned to be allowed to masturbate; the womanly scent which wafted from her freshly exposed crack had me dribbling pre-cum once more. The Viagra was going to push my balls to the limit. Blanche shuffled her delectably shapely cheeks and cut the air with the cane which she still held so menacingly.

"It's time to lick my arsehole again. You have a good look, sniff, and taste of the woman who's going to put you in your place later. I want you to associate my scent with your ownership, and want you think of what fate may have befallen my husband as you lick. I know it excites you." I wasted no time in sniffing and then licking her succulent and tangy arsehole once more, my eyes agape and surveying the superb fleshy curves of this magnificent woman, a woman who had evidently snuffed out her husband on tiring of him. I wondered how he had been disposed of, and tried to imagine the submissive ecstasy he must have experienced at the hands of this formidable woman on knowing he was to be extinguished by her. I probed deeply and licked lovingly up and down the cleft of her cheeks, my cock stiff and dribbling as I relished my own fate which would begin with a caning. Blanche tensed her bottom and swished the cane again.

"It will also be good preparation for later; you'll lick my arse in front of the ladies, after your caning. If you have pleased me, and my friends, I may allow you to disgrace yourself whilst tonguing my anus, me, the woman who will have just caned you. I'll be nice and sweaty and the other ladies will jeer and applaud as you come, to add to your humiliation; would you like that?" I was close to coming involuntarily as I almost grudgingly took my tongue from the warmth of her cleft to answer.

"Yes Mistress Blanche, I would like that." I spluttered, as I returned my tongue to its delicious duty. Blanched laughed loudly, making her arsehole clench at my tongue.

"Oh you are SUCH a worthless cur! No wonder my daughter found it so easy to take command of you. Look at you now! Penniless and without property of your own, owned by a woman who fucks whatever real man she chooses. I wonder how many times Chuck has pleased her since you've been my guest. I can't wait to have you tell my friends why you're here!" With that, she allowed me to ponder the thought for another minute whilst probing her hot anus, then pulled away and dismounted the chair. She tugged on my leash and had me walk on all fours to the basket of canes. She stood smiling contentedly whilst I gulped and gawked at the formidable array of rattan and bamboo canes, all equally wicked looking.

"Time to choose a cane; be sharp about it, I'll need to freshen up whilst you wait, kneeling at the front window for our friends to arrive; I want you to savour every moment." I fumbled at the evil implements and tried to imagine which would leave the cleanest wounds, choosing a smooth rattan at last. Blanche sneered in her superior way as she took my choice from me, flexed it to almost breaking point in her supple yet strong arms, and then cut the air with it almost majestically. The slick and sharp whoosh noise it made had my cock pulsing and my anus and balls tingling. My dominant mistress looked down at me and smiled with satisfaction.

"Excellent. You have chosen well; this was a favourite of my husband's." I quailed with a mixture of fear and erotic yearning; she was a magnificent woman and I wanted to be caned by her, but I was in fear of the pain, and what had happened to her husband? Blanche walked me on all fours to the window which overlooked the drive, had me kneel and face out of the window so that I may see the women arrive who would witness and enjoy my humiliation. She had me hold my hands out flat and open before me, laying the wicked cane I would be punished with across them. She chuckled wickedly as she strutted off to wash my sticky saliva from her pussy and anus.



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 04



The area by the window had a padded surface; no doubt Blanche's departed husband and many other enslaved men had been made to kneel for hours at this window, whilst they contemplated their fate on just such an evening as this. The padding would not be for their comfort, it would be there to ensure that their knees functioned when the time came to entertain. I had plenty of time to reflect on the position I was now in; my cock was bolt rigid with the merest thought of chastisement by a mature woman, before mature women. The Viagra ensured this was the case, that and the cane I had been forced to hold in a display of Blanche's utter dominance over me. 

Every time I caught a fleeting glimpse of a vehicle passing the entrance at the end of the drive, my cock bobbed with anticipation. It did the same when I heard Blanche descend the stairs and enter the room. I heard her strut behind me, but she said nothing, I then heard the crumpling squeaks of leather upholstery as she sat herself down, followed by the tap of nimble fingers on a keypad or something; this was a phone.

"Hi Miranda ... Yes he's here and waiting, as pathetic as Cherie suggested. Hope you're feeling particularly spiteful today ... oh yes Arabella will be here, wanting to flaunt her prowess with the cane over her own gimp as usual, no doubt ... Agnes? Yes of course; how could we ever get by without the services of her sissy maid ... ha! Ha! Yes, completely feminised now, a wonderful transformation from the proud and cocky adolescent male she captured; I'm surprised they're not here yet ... ten minutes or so then ... bye!"

No sooner had she put down the phone when a car pulled into the drive, making me swallow hard in anticipation of further humiliation in front of another woman. The large black car drew up and a very pretty French maid alighted from the driver's side, she quickly glanced toward the window where I knelt, making my cock pulse as I viewed her long slender legs clad in black stockings; the frill of her black lacy skirt barely hiding the lower cheeks of her round bottom as she turned. Her glance indicated she'd been through this ritual before. She walked around the vehicle to the passenger door and opened it, curtsying as she did, giving me a quick view of her soft feminine cheeks; her waist so slender and dainty in her maid's uniform. I heard Blanche rise from her seat and strut over, I wanted to turn and look at her but daren't; I smelt her sweet scent as and felt her warmth as she stood above me, tapping my erect cock with a cane she held as I marvelled at the two females in the drive. She chuckled.

"I can see you're pleased to see my friend and her maid; you'll serve both of them in different ways later." The woman who now strode across the drive to the front steps was every inch as formidable as Blanche. She was also middle-aged and very shapely; wickedly buxom and clad in tight black leather leggings which hugged the contours of her thighs, mound and superbly round cheeks, her leg muscles taught and slender, accentuated by spikey black ankle boots with ornate spurs. Her full breasts were evident in a tight but supple leather bodice, her graceful but strong feminine arms contrasting with their soft white flesh. Her lower arms were covered by the black velvet gloves she wore on her delicate hands; one of which carried a vicious looking curled up whip. She gave a business-like smile to Blanche, and then gave me a look of utter contempt, tinged with a sneer. The maid tripped daintily after her, having picked an overnight bag from the car. Blanche tapped my stiffly eager cock with her cane once more.

"Agnes has so been looking forward to dominating you; Cherie was always a favourite of hers and she knows how badly you've let her down. She intends making you pay for it." My anus clenched tightly at the plug as I digested what Blanche said; this was also a truly dominant looking female and I was in fear of the pain I would inevitably suffer. Then it clicked in my mind that this was 'Agnes' who was spoken about in the phone call; my eyes strained to focus on the pretty maid, so sweet and graceful, so effeminate, so perfectly female. Her face was as pretty as her body; this was once a male? My cock stiffened all the more at 'her' humiliating and permanent predicament and my cock tingled with excitement, I began to doubt my sexuality as I seemed to find her all the more attractive on realising the truth.

As Blanche moved away to open the door to her first arrivals, I turned and stole a glance at her; she was now wearing a latex cat-suit, which emphasised every curve and bulge of her mature body. The fact that she was a little plump around the hips and arse seemed to make her shape all the more erotic; it announced her maturity and the natural authority that came with it, whilst displaying the fact that she was still in supreme physical shape after six decades. The tingling in my loins was unbearable as I watched her cheeks flex in the latex, a silver zip running up the seam of her crotch and cleft of her arse, inviting opening. My arse tingled all the more as I nearly dropped the cane, the cane that that glorious woman was to punish me with.

The hair stood up on the back of my neck as Blanche re-entered the room with the formidable Agnes, her lowly sissy was ordered to take the bag to the usual room and be back within one minute. I was then commanded to turn and face the pair. I knelt there, naked, with cane across my open palms, my cock stiff and erect and plain for all to see, in front of two gloriously mature women. The humiliation was sublime. Agnes looked down at me with wicked dark brown eyes as her sissy re-entered and stood waiting her next command. Agnes stepped slowly forward, inspecting me like an item of livestock.

"I can see why you've been such a disappointment to our Cherie. It's a good thing she's being serviced by a real man now; I bet she's enjoying some decent cock at this very moment; you won't please anyone but yourself with that pathetic little dick. You could have of least become a successful businessman before signing over everything to her, you are so useless. I am going to enjoy teaching you a lesson for treating her so badly, and I shall show you later, how you can please Cherie if you are allowed back into that miserable property you gave her." Blanch laughed as I swallowed hard at the stern woman's words; I had hardly treated Cherie badly in any way, but these were dominant women and I was learning my place in their world, a world with very different rules. My cock stiffened at the thought of what punishment I would endure at the hands of Agnes, and what it was I would be shown by her later.

I was then moved just a little way back from the window, and Agnes barked at the petite sissy who was a few inches shorter than me. The sweet maid was commanded to kneel in front of me, facing out of the window. She was made to kneel with her legs slightly apart and close up to me; her pert little bottom in black satin panties jutting out from beneath the frill of her skirt, just inches from my erect cock. I could sniff her hair and sweet scent, and marvelled at her slender waist, her soft hairless arms and pretty manicured hands; the person before me was a picture of effeminacy. The maid quivered as her mistress spoke again.

"You get used to the scent of my sissy; you'll see later, how the triumph of femininity can transform a male. We are going to have such fun with you two."

The sissy was visibly shaking as her mistress spoke and I wanted to put my arms around her to comfort her; not only was I in a strange erotic heaven with the humiliation at the hands of dominant women, I now found myself excited by something which had never occurred to me before; I wanted to caress and comfort a transgendered male. She was so feminine, I wanted to embrace the woman this sweet thing had become; my cock was pointing to a haven I had never contemplated before, but now yearned to try. My eyes were taken away from the slender waist and pert cheeks by the arrival of another vehicle.

The car door opened and yet another middle-aged woman had my cock dribbling as she came into view. A pair of delicate stocking clad feet stepped elegantly into stiletto's previously discarded during the journey. The legs carried a severe looking woman wearing a tight pencil skirt with tight blouse; her blonde hair in a bun, horn-rim glasses completing the picture of the archetypal governess or school-mistress. She lifted her nose arrogantly as she looked to the window to view those who would be subject to her discipline, then walked round to the rear of the car and opened the large rear hatch. She pointed sternly to the ground and a male dropped to the driveway on all fours. He was hooded and collared, but otherwise naked; his cock caged and a tail hung from an anal plug. The haughty governess took his leash and he was walked like a dog to the entrance.

The two were greeted indoors and the sissy and I were turned so I may be introduced. I learned that Arabella still ran a private school where the offspring of dominant women were shown their way in life; girls had special privileges and routinely took part in the disciplining of boys, who were summarily thrashed regularly before their female betters. Arabella smiled supremely and my anus tingled in awe of her dominance when she revealed that the gimp on the leash was the ex-headmaster; she now owned him and his school. He had foolishly shown his submissive side to the predatory woman; she had seduced him and shown him his true place amongst women. The women laughed as he kissed her feet when it was revealed who he was. Arabella looked down at the gimp and said one word.

"Noose." The gimp kissed her feet again. Arabella looked wickedly at me as the others chuckled in acknowledgment at the mentioning of the 'noose'. The gimp strained at his leash as Arabella addressed me.

"It is good to see Blanche has another pet, if only temporarily. Seeing you there reminds me of Blanche's feeble husband who gave us such great entertainment the last time we saw him. A ritual I have with my gimp is to take him down to the cellar whenever we visit. I like to show him the noose and the place where the ultimate respect was paid in honour of womanhood. I've promised him that he'll be able to pay the same respect one day, when he is of no further use to me. Of course, I'd never announce when that was; that would spoil the tease, he never knows if the trip he takes to the cellar will be his last." She smiled victoriously before looking down at the gimp once more before uttering the one simple word again.

"Noose." The woman all laughed wickedly at the wretch as this time he was led away like a dog to the cellar, his cock bulging in his cage in the hope that this time he may pay the ultimate sacrifice to the woman who had crushed his will and owned him so completely. Blanche looked sternly at me. My cock pulsed, I so wanted to come. Blanche's look broke into a contented wicked smile; she knew I was yearning to be led down to the cellar by her.



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 05



Further confident and severe looking women arrived, smiling and sneering at the gimp, and pointing at me contemptuously. My erection raged as I watched the superbly dominant Arabella stride positively toward the cellar door; her willing gimp, the once proud and dignified headmaster, on all fours with a tail swinging from his plug. The women laughed at him and slapped him like a dog as he passed, increasing his yearning for punishment and humiliation by them; he was a truly broken and servile shell of a man now. Blanche looked at me and then pointed to her feet. 

"Heel!" I needed no rehearsal to understand what she wanted having seen the prior wretch, and scampered across to her on all fours. The women jeered and laughed at the pathetic obedience I showed the formidable Blanche, increasing a divine sense of humiliation within me; my cock bobbed excitedly, I was truly counting my blessings at having married this magnificent woman's daughter. As I cowered and studied her spikey stilettos and latex clad legs, I was willing to do anything to please Blanche's wicked dominance. She tugged at my leash and we followed Arabella's tight bottom clad in her pencil skirt as it flexed and wiggled provocatively. She oozed authority as she strode toward the cellar door. I was taken down the steps to the floor of the cellar without further ceremony, and then made to kneel next to my glorious new owner in the middle of a semi-circle of grinning and mature, obviously dominant women; they sneered and flexed canes and crops as Blanche's face grew sterner and pulled my head up tight by the leash. She wanted me to take in everything. Before us stood Arabella, smiling as her gimp waited patiently on all fours. A curtain divided the cellar and the women applauded as Arabella swished it open.

There, in the light of two small frosted glass windows, hung a silky noose from a central beam. Below it a simple three-legged stool with legs no more than eight inches long. A small black enamel dish on the floor was the only other object in the cellar. Arabella walked her now quivering gimp close to the dish, and had him squat on his knees. She bent and unlocked his cage with a tiny key on an elegant wrist bracelet; the gimp's cock rose and stiffened in a trice, pointing at the noose he yearned for. Arabella took a cane from one of the women and licked her lips a she teased his bone hard cock with it, before turning and lifting her tight skirt just high enough to allow him a sniff of the anus he loved to worship with his tongue; his cock bobbed as he sampled his mistresses' scent for what might be the last time. She moved sharply away, leaving him sniffing at nothing, and leaving his audience sneering and laughing at him. She then toed the black dish closer to the gimp with her elegant stiletto clad foot and then strutted around the noose which hung invitingly. She stroked it with her cane, making it swivel as though it were occupied by an invisible suitor.

The gimp's cock dribbled as Arabella stood with hands on hips; one leg to the floor, the other teasing the stool symbolically, as though ready to dispatch yet another male into submissive heaven. Then she took a deep breath, her face grew sterner and she cut the air with her cane.

"Show me how much you want to die for me! You know the routine; make it your last performance!" The women cheered and applauded her words; each relishing the gimp's torment, each becoming more sexually aroused by the minute. The gimp grabbed his cock and the ogling women started a slow handclap as he eyed his utterly dominant mistress and stroked his cock for all he was worth. The sissy was ordered over and completed the erotic picture of a possible pending execution; her place was to hold the black dish in readiness for the gimp's meagre offering. Blanche tugged my leash tight as my hand went down near my aching cock; I was not to be allowed relief just yet. I so wanted to masturbate at the scene, and unashamedly, I wanted the women to watch me do it in complete humiliation.

I was so in envy of the gimp and selfishly hoped that this would be the occasion on which he would swing for the women; I would have given anything to witness their pleasure at such a spectacle, and was also envious of the gimp; I wished it were I being teased with the noose. As the women clapped dirge-like, whilst thoroughly enjoying the shameful display by the once well-respected male figure, Arabella basked in her absolute power over the feeble male she had broken; she teetered the stool to an acute angle and pointed her cane at the gimp.

"Beg for the noose! I want complete satisfaction for my efforts over you! Tell me how you deserve the noose!" Her actions and words only pushed the totally submissive wretch closer to a sensual and humiliating orgasm; he struggled with the words he so dearly wanted his dominant mistress to hear, such was the intense pleasure he was experiencing; his bell-end red to purple and fit to burst. His cock stood prouder than he could ever hope to before the magnificent woman who owned him so completely. The feeling of erotic submission was so intense and he squeaked his words as the relentless clap of the women urged him ever closer to his humiliating destiny.

"I beg you mistress, please noose me; I am worthless and want to die for you, please end my misery." Arabella smiled with supreme satisfaction as his feeble words brought jeers and laughter from the women who now increased the pace of their clapping and moved closer to enjoy his torment. Arabella kicked the stool over and sneered triumphantly as she viewed the pathetic wretch.

"You'll come for me right now; perhaps for the last time!" He eyed his dominant owner, the silky noose which had been put to good use before, and the stool on its side. He moaned as his hips gyrated; the sissy noted the urgency of his strokes,and his fully retracted ball sack, and she held the black dish ready. The women clapped to a crescendo, smiling and jeering, coaxing his utter humiliation. Arabella pointed her cane to the noose. The gimp shuddered in abject ecstasy as his engorged and rude member pulsed rhythmically with the controlling women's handclap and laughter, as he ejected stream after stream of his hot sticky mess. The sissy held the bowl high to catch each generous jet; the gimp appreciating his thorough abasement with every spurt; he so wanted to hear her command that he be noosed, as he spent in a delirious heaven and emptied his balls.

The women cheered as he first collapsed in a heap, and then crawled forward beneath the noose, kissing Arabella's feet and begging her to allow him to hang for her. Arabella looked down at him as he grovelled; her pussy buzzing with arousal now. She simply took the dish from the sissy and inspected it.

"Is this the best you could do? No. You'll not swing today. We'll have to keep you caged for another month longer before you're allowed to view the noose again; you're pathetic. It's back upstairs for you. You'll lick clean the bowl in front of all our guests and then have a caning for letting me down again. Remember how you used to enjoy caning girls at the school? I intend that you continue to pay for that; why, there will be quite a queue of ladies wanting to make their feelings clear to you on that point. Besides, we have another pathetic male here who has earned our discipline, and it's his party." I felt the world close in on me as Blanche sneered and wrenched my leash, making me extend my back, as the delectable Arabella looked straight into my eyes, my cock dribbling at the thought of being dominated by both her and Blanche. With that, the array of dominant and strict looking females looked and smiled at me as they began to ascend the stairs; the scent of womanly arousal now so evident in the confinement of the cellar.

Blanche took delight in holding me there till last; having me kiss the feet of each as they filed past. They made me know in no uncertain terms that I would know my place by the end of the evening. I willingly kissed the feet of Arabella who was the last; she led the gimp who cried like a child as he was pulled away from the noose he so desired. Blanche allowed me to take in the full misery of the gimp and complete dominance of his mistress as they ascended the stairs to his next humiliation. She then turned my head and had me view the noose once more; what she said next sent a shiver down my spine, and had me on the verge of an orgasm without even touching my rigid cock.

"If my daughter agrees to let me keep you, you'll spend in a bowl for me down here. My expectations of your balls will not as great as Arabella's. I don't like to spoil a party; my husband would confirm that if he were still around." Blanche laughed wickedly as I gave the noose a last long look before the magnificent woman took me back upstairs to face my caning.



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 06



I was overwhelmed as I emerged from the cellar door, leashed and on all fours; I was ready to beg and whine for relief as I viewed Blanche's magnificent buxom curves and folds flex in the latex; a 62 year old woman who had shown she owned me completely within a matter of hours. I willingly followed on all fours, hoping she would allow me full use of the Viagra. I also hoped she would keep me permanently, letting me me sniff and service forever, the divine orifice which had borne the dominatrix who had led me to her. Forever that is, until my sweet humiliating appointment with the noose that had dispatched her husband. Her husband; the feeble male whose only purpose in life had been to seed this black widow; creating my captor.

My emergence was awaited by a line of mature dommes, no doubt with spiteful bitch daughters of their own, who applauded Blanche's triumphal acquisition of me. The line led to the middle of a lounge where the sissy now knelt naked and un-caged, palms out, holding the cane I had chosen. I remembered Blanche's promise and eyed the zipped crotch of the formidable woman as the tight latex creased around her anus and camel-toe. Her smell and taste after caning her latest prey would be exquisite. As I was turned into the lounge, I was greeted by a host of sneering women; a glance to the window revealed many more cars in the drive; Blanche and Cherie had made sure as many dominant friends as possible would witness the beginning of my two-week humiliation. 

Further applause and cheers echoed about the house, as the gimp came through double-doors on his customary all fours; his leash tied to a padded bench which he towed behind him, Arabella behind it, who once again sneered as she looked me straight in the eyes, her lips mimed 'noose' and her eyes diverted slightly; I looked to where they moved and found Blanche sneering down at me. I was so desperate to come for her. The gimp struggled forward like a condemned man hauling his coffin to the gallows, till ordered to stop. A hush fell over the room at that point and all eyes were focused on me once more. The women started to flex and toy with their canes as Blanche jerked my leash.

"Tell the ladies where my daughter is!" She wickedly striped my lower back with the cane to encourage me; the ladies licked their lips as they witnessed a taste of what was to come.

"She has gone on vacation." Blanche fetched me three more sharp strokes across the back and legs. "Who has she gone with?" The women sniggered and jeered, enjoying my torment.

"She has gone with Chuck... her... her boyfriend." Blanche smiled with pride as I squirmed before the audience. "And just why should she need a boyfriend? What has he to offer that you have not?" The women flexed their canes all the more as they knew my caning was imminent.

"He has a large cock to satisfy her with, Mistress Blanche." The crowd of dominant women erupted with jeers and laughter. I bowed my head, the erotic feeling of humiliation before the women was intensifying; I awaited her next question and then noticed some of the women across the room move away from a large cabinet. One of them, a plump woman of about 55 wearing jodhpurs, thigh length boots and a tight white blouse, strode over to Blanche. She held a riding crop in one hand, and a mobile phone in the other; she passed the phone to Blanche. "Thank you Miranda. Meet my cur of a son; I believe you are aware of why he's here already." The two sniggered as though at some private joke; Miranda slapped the palm of her hand playfully with the crop as she eyed me up and down.

"Miranda is an old friend of mine; she owns a hotel which the women here often use." There were murmurs and giggles all around the room. Blanche whipped me again with the cane.

"Back to our conversation; how would we prove Chuck has a big cock?" I knelt, baffled by her strange question as she smiled and tapped a number into the phone. A woman opened the doors of the cabinet to reveal a huge flat screen television. Miranda clicked a remote and the screen segmented into many squares; she arrowed one and it enlarged to fill the screen. The women cheered and applauded loudly as Cherie appeared; lying naked on a huge bed. They laughed and sneered at my bewilderment. Blanche put her phone on loudspeaker; as it rang, Cherie's hand picked up a phone on the CCTV from the hotel bedroom, Miranda's hotel bedroom. Blanche sneered at me as the ringing stopped and Cherie answered.

"Hi Cherie, give your worthless wimp of a husband a wave. It's a pity you can't see all the ladies who've come here to witness him pay for being so useless for you. I hope you and Chuck are enjoying yourselves with what little money your useless husband has provided for you. Where is he by the way? The women, and your husband, would so love to see him." The women laughed and clapped at my thorough humiliation; they knew more was to come. Cherie answered.

"Come here chuck and show yourself to the ladies... and that puny-cocked wimp of a husband." The women erupted with cheers and wolf-whistles as Chuck appeared on the big screen in all his glory. Miranda worked the controls to close in on the two. Chuck held his huge black cock out, firm, erect and excited. Cherie appeared at the end of the bed and lay the phone down as she took both hands to his enormous phallus and tickled the end of his globular grey bell-end with her tongue. She shouted into the phone as she eyed the camera.

"Get a load of this you useless wimp; you cheated me with your tiny measure; now I'm having the real thing. Enjoy your caning won't you!" With that she shouted 'bye everyone' and lay back on the bed and lifted her legs, showing me a sweet pussy and arsehole I had not seen in a long time. Miranda focused further in, and the women cheered and applauded as Chuck eased his huge black cock into her eager pussy; my wife was being fucked before my eyes while her mother stood over me with a cane, waiting to thrash me as the whole thing was witnessed by a crowd of laughing women. I was totally crushed, humiliated beyond belief... but my cock was stiffer than ever. I was beginning to believe I had done my wife an injustice and began to yearn for punishment. I was truly on the road to being broken completely. As my eyes focused on that big black cock, sliding relentlessly in and out of the silky white pussy that should have been mine, the screen went blank.

The women were anxious to preserve her dignity and allow her to enjoy her boyfriend in private. The round of applause died down and they turned their attention to me. Blanche stood supreme. As the giggling women looked on, making comments about whether Chuck had come yet or not, she eyed me sternly.

"Kiss my feet for allowing you to see my daughter's pussy." I bent and kissed her black patent stilettos with gusto; I so wanted to be thrashed by her now. But I was made to wait; I was to witness what it would look like; the gimp was being prepared by Arabella. Miranda came over as Blanche yanked my leash to signify I had given sufficient worship to her feet. She gave a wicked smile to the both of us.

"You look so good together Blanche. It is so good to see you command a male again; I think you should take him from Cherie and punish him permanently. You know he's going to be in demand amongst the ladies after tonight; he's such a submissive cur. His caning will be sweet, we've had such a family show of him; I can't wait to see him lick your arse in gratitude afterwards." Something seemed to touch Blanche, and she pulled my face into the warmth of her crotch. I willingly nuzzled her camel-toe and sniffed at the gorgeous moisture around her zip; the rich womanly scent and the matter-of-fact words of her equally dominant friend had me rigid. She rubbed my face in her delectable folds as she answered Miranda.

"Yes, I had forgotten just how thrilling having control was, and he is so like my husband; I know if I keep him, he'll swing wonderfully when I tire of him." I nuzzled harder on hearing this and Blanche pressed my head tight in; I knew I was doomed from that moment on. 



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 07



I was released from the haven of my mistress' crotch and she stood by me in a central position, flexing her cane in readiness for my punishment as we watched the gimp's misery. The wickedly pencil-skirted headmistress that was Arabella, placed the black dish from earlier at her feet, and ordered the gimp down to it in full view of the eager crowd of women. Agnes had her sissy sit close by; a feminised male adding to the general scene of total female dominance. Blanche teased my arse with the cane as we watched the superbly authoritative Arabella show her complete control over the defeated headmaster She merely pointed to her feet and the gimp crawled to the bowl ; the white streaks and blobs on the black enamel there for all to see, testament to his disgrace and humiliation earlier. She toed the bowl under his nose as he lay, prostrate and trembling at her feet.

"You should be ashamed of yourself. Two months in your cage and that is the best you can do? Lick he bowl clean and prepare for at least one hundred strokes; you've let all these women down again, so they will demand satisfaction." Some of the more vicious looking women looked sternly down at him and moved closer to the bench, flexing their canes and crops. The gimp had been a popular attraction at the women's gatherings since Arabella's conquest of him; the knowledge that he had caned girls in his former life ensured his perpetual misery at their hands. Women came from far and wide to vent their displeasure upon him, his history magnifying their erotic sense of superiority and enhancing their spite for all male would-be authority. The gimp would pay dearly once more, and the women knew that because of that history, he may not be around to torment for much longer.

The women jeered and scorned as he gratefully lapped the bowl clean of his own sticky salty mess, at the feet of the woman who had broken his will completely, and had humiliated him gloriously once more in the cellar. She stood waiting to thrash him as he ensured the bowl was licked clean of all trace of his semen, her panties now sodden with arousal as she relished every moment of her utter dominance over the cringing male. He lapped furiously, eager to be rewarded with the cane from his mistress and those of the others. He knew the padded bench well, he knew the pain would be intolerable at first, he knew he would cry like a baby as the women laughed, he knew he would cum under the cane in an act of total disgrace and supreme humiliation, offering the women divine satisfaction. He polished the bowl with his tongue and knelt, looking up at the woman who owned him as she sneered down, her breasts heaving in her tight blouse as she relished applying the cane. He looked at her and thought of how he had been caught in the act of caning young girls, how she had tricked him into revealing his BDSM tendencies, captured him, owned him, and destroyed him. He had meekly signed over all his property and possessions to her; his only purpose in life to serve her totally, knowing one day she will simply dispose of him at the slightest whim. He deserved to be punished. He worshipped her and had earned his caning.

Arabella simply turned her eyes toward the bench and the gimp climbed upon it, allowing the other women to strap his arms into the leather buckled restraints. This they did with slow deliberation to allow the gimp time to realise his position, grinning as they tightly secured his limbs, rendering him a helpless target for their venom. Arabella strutted over to me, smiling, and rubbed the cheeks of my arse with her cane.

"I want you to watch and see how I'll deal with you when my dear friend Blanche has exhausted her arm on you. I intend to play my part in breaking you for being such a dismal let-down to our Cherie." Blanche sneered audibly as my anus clenched in fear at her words, but my cock buzzed and remained rigid as I watched her beautiful rounded arse as she sauntered back to the gimp, now squirming in a mixture of fear and anticipation, strapped down to a caning bench before a house of women. She took her position, one leg slightly behind her, free hand on buxom hip, and raised the vicious cane above her head. She looked at me again whilst in this position to ensure she had my full attention, Blanche held my head back to make sure I took it all in.

"I want you to think of those girls you caned." Without further ceremony, Arabella brought the cane whooshing down with no mercy. The gimp wailed like a girl as the woman that owned him cut the air and then his backside again and again with clinical perfection. The other women jeered and made spiteful comments as he tensed and wailed in agony. He was reduced to tears within the first ten strokes, such was the ferocity of the punishment; the headmistress showed her prowess with the cane exquisitely, and the other women marvelled enviously at her technique. As the vicious rattan rained down on his cut and bleeding cheeks, the tears flowed and the gimp squirmed in glorious submissive humiliation. His cock rubbed exquisitely between the padding and his belly as he felt the venom of the dominant woman's cane. The pain became pleasurable, and the jeers of the women increased as he tensed against his bonds in complete submission to their superiority; they knew he was to disgrace himself.

Arabella increased her rate of stokes as she too noted the coming of his absolute surrender, her pussy now dripping with excitement. The gimp thought of the caning of the girls, his submission to this powerful woman, the noose... and then erupted into a deeply satisfying orgasm, tempered only slightly by the stinging cane. The women jeered loudly and clapped, enhancing his ecstasy as he spent liberally once more. He had surrendered completely to his mistress.

Arabella stroked until his convulsion had stopped. She then passed the cane to the first in the queue of eager women who lined up to pay their respects; he would now endure more pain, post orgasm. The poor wretch moaned uncontrollably as he wallowed in his own mess, as several particularly vicious women thrashed his scarlet cheeks unforgivingly. When the caning stopped I trembled with fear and excitement. The bench was wheeled away through the doors, and another virgin example was wheeled in; this one had a 'u' shaped collar at the head end. Blanche smiled as Arabella undid her pencil skirt and let it drop to the ground, revealing red satin panties which were dark crimson with wetness at the crotch. She looked at Blanche.

"May I?" Blanche nodded, and as she did so, she unzipped her crotch. Arabella stepped forward and had me sniff her beautifully aroused womanhood through the wet satin; the scent had my cock dribbling pre-cum. Blanche teased my cheeks with the cane. Arabella had me lick the juice from her panties; my tongue eagerly stroking her beautifully mature slit through the fabric. She sniggered.

"You have a good taste of one of the women who is going to thoroughly enjoy caning you. That bench will give you further opportunity to do so. I'll be the other side of the collar. When it's my turn to cane you, the next woman in line will take my place when I cane you; she'll have her pussy sniffed and licked till it's her turn to show you what she thinks of you, and another will take her place at the collar." She pulled my head from her luscious richly scented pussy and turned me toward Blanche. I was close to an involuntary orgasm as I watched Blanche draw the cane through the cleft of her sticky labia. The crowd of women clapped as she held the cane under my nose.

"You have a good sniff, and then lick the cane that I intend to break you with. Your caning will not stop until I appear at the collar and you sample my scent again. You will then be allowed down to lick my anus in gratitude." She then took my lead and led me to the bench on all fours as the crowd of women clapped in time. I was truly scared for the first time; my memory went back, my cock still buzzing due to my submissive nature, to when I had first met the assertive Cherie, the warnings I'd had from friends, my total submission to her, the way I had given everything up to her, the journey here with her and Chuck, seeing Blanche for the first time... and now this. I only had myself to blame.

The feel of the padded bench was all too comfortable; Blanche, Agnes, Arabella and Miranda; all so wickedly dominant. They all spoke softly now as I was harnessed to the bench, Arabella made sure my head was comfortable in the collar and eased forward to allow me to sniff and lick at her sweetly superior haven. She sighed out a message as I licked her succulent labia through the fabric of her sodden panties.

"Your Mother-in-Law will now commence punishment." 

There was an eerie hush as Arabella held my face secure against the sweetly scented warmth of her pussy. I panted in semi-panic; the rich aroma and my predicament, making my cock pulse and squirm already. Blanche strutted about the bench then made her speech.

"You have been brought to me for displeasing my daughter, and have admitted your worthlessness to everyone here. You have also witnessed how a man should be; of course, you can never be like that. You are a puny-cocked wimp and have failed to satisfy my daughter. I intend to make you pay dearly." There was a round of applause from the women who looked on. Cameras flashed and videos were clicked on as Blanche swept her vicious cane through the air several times to get a good feel for its flexibility. As intended, I tensed and bucked at the fearful sound, much to the delight of the women; I hoped that the glorious scent of various dominant pussies would act as an anaesthetic.

Blanche pressed the cane flat against my buttocks with one hand pulled my anal plug out with the other.

"I don't want to damage my cane on this." The women laughed, and then Blanche said her last words before I knew pain.

"The next stroke you hear will be accompanied by severe pain. I intend that what little spirit you have will be broken forever by the time you face my daughter again. I and every woman here will enjoy your punishment." Arabella held my head firm as Blanche began. The cane made its hideous noise as it descended; it seemed to take forever to arrive, but arrive it did and I yelped, as per the gimp before me, like a girl or child, such was the stinging pain. I sniffed and wallowed in Arabella's sticky arousal as my mature mother, whipped and cut my cheeks without mercy. Her strong, still firm body, rippling and shimmering in the latex as she administered the punishment I had earned, a wicked smile on her face. I cried like a baby at the searing pain as I was thrashed relentlessly; I begged for mercy, much to the delight of my eager audience as the dominant beauty continued her aim in breaking me, and Arabella pulled my face tight to her crotch; the collar and pussy situation serving another purpose in muffling my protests; less of a distraction for the women enjoying the sound of the cane and its biting impact.

As I squirmed and pulled at my bonds in a futile effort to escape, my cock rubbed deliciously against the padding and my belly; through my tears I began to enjoy the pain, and sniffed and lapped at the pussy of the woman who would cane me next, almost in anticipation of it. My utter humiliation enhanced by my feeble protests and tears were preserved for ever as the cameras and videos recorded everything. I now listened for the sweet sound of the cane; relished the sting of its bite, my cock pulsing below me. That glorious tingling expectancy moved through my balls and anus, as I submitted to the supreme dominance of the women, and my mother in particular. Blanche sensed my complete surrender and smiled all the more as I squirmed to oblivion. The sound and sting of the cane, the smell and taste of Arabella's beautiful slit, and the thought of the noose took control of me. I now fully understood the gimp's fatalistic desires; he had been broken and now I was being broken too. Blanche increased her pace with the cane once more and the women cheered and applauded as I humped and moaned in submissive ecstasy under the cane. Arabella shouted above the hubbub.

"Good boy! Good Boy! My turn next!" I pressed home my nose to her aromatic pussy and spurted for all I was worth; her words seemed divine as my new owner, 62 year old widow, Blanche, finished my sweetly humiliating orgasm off with a final salvo of wicked cane strokes. I bucked and wallowed in masochistic heaven as I squeezed the last ecstatic spurts out in honour of the woman who had utterly defeated me. The pleasure and relief I experienced was unbelievable, I was now ready to die for this woman.

I was allowed short respite as Arabella moved away and eagerly took the cane from my mistress. Agnes was next at the collar; her sissy undid the deliciously dominant woman's leather leggings and then knelt in abeyance next to her. I sampled her beautiful taste and scent, as I enjoyed what I had witnessed the gimp receive. The pain was somehow now exquisite, and my cock soon swelled back to a full erection as I slithered in my own lubrication under the cane. I was treated to a succession of heavenly aroused pussies, sampled from mounds of various soft textures, none of the women being younger than about 45. My arse was treated to various techniques with the cane; each woman thoroughly enjoying their punishment of me, even though I had ceased to beg for mercy. I was so close to coming when being caned by a fat ginger woman whose pussy I had thoroughly enjoyed licking. With my eyes closed, I licked at a slippery labia as Ginger thrashed me when the pussy was suddenly replaced; the beautiful aroma I sampled next was instantly recognisable. My caning was over, it was Blanche.

As I was being unstrapped, two of the women rubbed balm into my cheeks; the searing pain was equal to that of the cane, and the women giggled as I wriggled in discomfort. Thankfully this did not last long and the balm had a numbing effect; enabling me to maintain mobility despite my punishment. I was ordered to the floor and made to kneel in the centre of the room. A thoroughly satisfied looking Blanche strode up to me as the women stood in a circle applauding the show so far. She put her hand under my chin and lifted my face to have a good look at my face and eyes, which were as red as my scarlet striped buttocks. This gave her much satisfaction, as did the matted sticky hair on my belly which she pointed to with her cane; damning visual evidence of my having disgraced myself during punishment. The women clapped and smiled as Blanche turned smiling to them, as though pointing to evidence at court. She then stood over me with her legs slightly apart, in wonderfully dominant fashion. Unzipped and the latex pulled invitingly apart, her succulent mature pussy was on show, my cock bobbed excitedly.

"Did you enjoy your punishment cur? It certainly looks as though you did." The women jeered and cackled as they awaited my answer. I could not have lied, even if I had wanted to.

"Yes Mistress Blanche. I enjoyed being caned by you and the other women." The women cooed in sarcastic fashion whilst I eyed the inviting gap in her latex. I so wanted to lick her arse; Blanche looked at me with utter contempt as she noticed where my eyes were.

"What is it you wish to do for me, to show your gratitude for the caning?" As I knelt naked before this magnificent woman, before a crowd of assertive women, I was beginning to enjoy my humiliation as much as she relished her absolute power over me.

"I want to like your arse for you mistress." As the women laughed and sneered, I shivered as I bathed in the pleasure of my own humiliation.

"You'll kiss the feet of all the women in the room first, and then get back here immediately." She cut the air with her cane as I moved in a circle, kissing the beautiful selection of stilettos, boots and manicured toes in sandals; the women flicking my sore arse with their canes and crops as I did so. I eagerly returned to Blanche when I'd completed the circle. She took my leash and moved toward the caning bench I'd been punished on. I knelt and she turned, parted her legs slightly and keeping her long elegant legs straight, leaned over to rest her upper body on the bench. My cock was rigid as I watched the latex part as she leaned, exposing her beautifully puckered arsehole which awaited my tongue. The cameras flashed again as the women awaited Blanche's command, as did I. She flexed her thighs and arse in the latex, making me drool at the sight.

"Lick my arse you worthless cur; I want it thoroughly cleaned after the way you made me sweat." The women crowded around and clicked away with their camera's as I lifted my face to the delicious target. I sniffed her spicy aroma and licked lovingly at the tangy puckers and folds before probing deep into her soft warm anus. I was in heaven and so wanted to masturbate. Blanche added further to my pleasure.

"That's it you worthless cur, lick the arse of the woman who has just thrashed you, if you do a good job, I may allow you relief again, but I've not decide how just yet." I did not know what she might be thinking but I lapped away at her gorgeous ring; the other women thoroughly enjoying seeing their friend dominating a male once more. When Blanche was thoroughly satisfied I had cleaned her sweaty anus sufficiently, I was led across the room on all fours to a huge leather sofa which was occupied by women who were hastily discarding their panties. Vibrators began to buzz as the group of mature women drew their legs back, in preparation for having their arseholes licked too.

I was in submissive heaven as I knelt and serviced an endless succession of beautifully fragrant middle-aged anuses. My cock yearned for another orgasm as I sniffed and licked at pucker after pucker; most of the owners buzzing themselves to a healthy orgasm, treating me to their juices which ran down from pleasured pussies. Others had me lick their sweet butterflies to orgasm; on each occasion I was surrounded by dominant women remarking on how I knew my place, and how they'd like to take me home for further punitive duties. I was yearning for another thrashing.

As the evening wore on I was frequently led to the front door to kiss the feet of women as they departed. Many remarked that they hoped to see me receive further punishment from Blanche, and most thought it would be a good thing if I served Blanche in perpetuity, suffering a routine of permanent punishments and humiliations. After all, I was no use at all to her daughter and deserved to pay dearly for my shortcomings. They smiled wickedly at me, confirming my thoughts that as friends of Blanche, this would ensure they saw more of me and could indulge in the sadistic torment of me.

As we closed the door on one such dominant virago, Blanche held me in private for a moment. She pulled my leash taught and had me sniff her pussy. The whole erotic event and the women's words had aroused her no end.

"When the guests that aren't staying the night have gone, I am going to lead you to my room, lie you down on my bed and thrash you again. Would you like that?" My cock stiffened and bobbed as I sniffed at her pussy and listened to the dark promise in her tone. I could not lie.

"Yes Mistress Blanche, please thrash me again. I want to be punished by you." As she pulled my head into her crotch and had me lick her, I felt owned and dominated as never before. I would die if handed back to Cherie. 



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 08



Eventually, my tongue a little worse for wear, only Arabella, Miranda, and Agnes and her sissy remained as the fat ginger woman said her goodbyes. Though chubby, she was just as attractive as any of the other women, just as dominant. I had thoroughly enjoyed delving into her soft folds when punished, and had been closed to coming when she took her turn with the cane. She smiled at Blanche and Miranda.

"Tuesday then; my usual suite at the hotel." I was made to kiss her soon to depart feet, and then she turned, lifted her skirt and had me sniff her large globular arse one last time.

"I'm so looking forward to having you on Tuesday." My balls tingled, and Blanche and the others laughed at my bemusement. Blanche enlightened me as I watched the ginger woman's arse and ample thighs depart.

"Sandy has a regular kink which she likes to have filmed. You'll be the 'special' guest for her. Miranda and the ladies have a nice little industry on the side, making videos. It was started by the former proprietor of the hotel, from whom Miranda acquired the business. I wonder whatever happened to him?" Miranda crossed her legs haughtily and lifted her nose as a wicked, satisfied smile crossed her face. I could only guess at the fate of any male who came into contact with these superb women. My Balls tingle all the more. I was then commanded to stand by the ladies with my arms apart. I was measured around the waist, legs arms etc. Agnes had her sissy input the details on a tablet from Agnes' bag. Some 'suitable' clothes were ordered for me.

Blanche was now ready to retire; my cock stiffened as I remembered her promise. She smiled wickedly and pointed in the direction of the umbrella stand.

"Cane!" The women laughed as I scampered without hesitation on all fours to retrieve a suitable rod.

"Bring it back in your teeth." I did as I was told and maintained my lowly posture to the delight of the sneering women. I assumed a kneeling position at the feet of my mistress; she took the cane from my mouth.

"I hope you have admitted your guilt as to why you are here, and are beginning to recognise your place amongst women. Your 'supper' will help remind you, though I know you have learned to relish discipline which is well deserved. The ladies have said they are pleased with your progress on your first day with me. What happens over the next thirteen days will decide your fate." I thought back about the long day; I had arrived as a submissive, but the hours with Blanche and the other women had me yearning to serve. I had seen the gimp, who had remained strapped to the caning bench, in the darkness of the room next door throughout the evening, and was envious. I wanted to be broken to his level. The other ladies were thoroughly enjoying my obedience as I knelt without question before my natural superior. They were as anxious as I was that Blanche keeps me as her slave in perpetuity. Arabella added to the tease and prolonged my wait for the cane.

"Have him beg you to keep him Blanche; I want to see him squirm and confirm his servility." Blanche smiled, she loved the idea; it would be perfect preparation for the thrashing I had been promised.

"Well Cur? What do you have to say for yourself; what could you possibly offer me?" The women rubbed themselves as I began to grovel at the feet of the superbly dominant woman. I licked at her shoes, bent over in complete submission, my cock stiff at yet more humiliation.

"Please Mistress Blanche; I beg you, please keep me ... I'll do anything you want." The women were overjoyed at their utter dominance. Agnes cut in.

"You'll lick the toilet bowl clean after your mistress has used it?" I thought of the task.

"I'd be honoured to." Miranda moaned out some words as she had Agnes' sissy lick her clit as she watched me grovel and lick her friends shoes.

"You must keep him Blanche, he's so suited to you, and he'll make an adorable pet." Blanche was now nicely aroused at my submission to her, and yanked my leash to bring me up again.

"You'll show me over the next thirteen days if you're worth keeping; starting with right now. Goodnight ladies." Blanche led me away and I watched her beautiful arse and legs as we ascended the stairs; she swished the cane delicately as she walked. My balls were ready to erupt once more as we entered her room. Blanche closed the door as I knelt at the foot of her bed.

"Now I have you all to myself. Help me off with this cat-suit; I intend to thrash you naked. Have you ever been thrashed by a naked woman?" She smiled with pleasure as she said this, I nearly smiled too as I thought of the erection I'd got on hearing Elizabeth Taylor say those words once.

"No Mistress Blanche I have never been thrashed by a naked woman." I saw her mature breasts for the first time as I peeled the latex back; they sagged only slightly and were still nicely firm. I hoped she would allow me to lick them.

"Are you looking forward to being thrashed by a naked woman?" I gulped visibly before I answered, much to Blanche's satisfaction, which she showed with a smile which had certain warmth in it. As I peeled the latex down her torso I felt that Blanche was beginning to enjoy my company, perhaps just a little more than she had expected. She stood and I peeled the latex down her wonderful long legs. Now naked, I ogled her delightfully mature body. Blanche turned to show me her body from all angles. My cock was rigid.

"There. You won't mind being seen with me in public will you?" She playfully tapped my stiff cock with the cane, my eyes surveying her magnificent body; she needed no answer but I was obliged to tell her what I thought.

"No Mistress I would be glad to be seen with you anywhere." She smiled wickedly and turned her arse to my face, bending slightly.

"Sniff my arsehole before I cane you. I shall allow you to lick it again when you've been thrashed. If I'm pleased with your performance I shall allow you to masturbate at my feet before you are caged again." I was in heaven as I sniffed hard at her moist arsehole; the beautiful white globes of her arse right in my face. I took the tang of her scent deep into my lungs before she moved away and strutted dominantly by the bed, before pointing to it with her cane.

"It's time for your punishment. You shall have twelve strokes." I lay on the soft bed, my cock bursting to come as I waited obediently for my caning, watching her flex the wicked rattan. She gave a last stern smile and raised the cane. I was made to count as she delivered each stinging stroke. I howled at the searing pain and again wept like a child, but I could not keep my eyes from Blanche's dominant form as she administered my punishment. Her breasts flexed and wobbled as did her womanly buttocks as the cane came down again and again. I was so close to coming on the sheets by the time the twelve strokes had been applied. I was ordered down from the bed, Blanche discarded her cane and sat, then pulled her legs back, allowing me a glorious vision through my streaming eyes.

"What do you have to say to me before I allow you to lick my arse?" I did not hesitate; I had learned and earned my place at her bedside.

"Thank you for caning me Mistress, thank you for caning me naked." Blanche beamed with satisfaction. She noticed I was eying her delicious breasts.

"You may kneel up and lick my breasts; they are in need of refreshment having been encased in latex." I wasted no time in sampling the warm globes, watching them wobble as I salivated and tasted the slightly salty flavour. Blanche heaved and sighed as I took her erect nipple between my lips and worked my tongue around the stiff thimble. She stroked my hair affectionately as she did so; having completed the enjoyable tasks with her other breast, I could feel her urgency as she ordered me down to her arsehole. She lifted her luscious thighs and lay back, nursing her glistening pussy with her elegant manicured fingers and displaying her moist and inviting arsehole. I set to the task and licked eagerly at the tangy rim, then probed in ecstasy as the juices ran down from her excited pussy. I lapped and probed her succulent anus as Blanche quickly came. Moaning and squeezing my tongue exquisitely as she tensed long and hard whilst she moaned; the thought of my thrashing fresh in her memory, assisting with her enjoyment of a generous orgasm. I continued to lap as she subsided, half hoping she'd fall asleep and let me worship her arsehole all night long. This was not to be; she drew my head back and I looked at her with pleading eyes. She smiled with pleasure, grabbed the cane once more and took a cage from her bedside cabinet. She displayed it to me with and a wicked expression moved across her face as I took in what was engraved on this ornate metallic cage; 'Property of Blanche'. She placed it on the bed next to her.

"The previous owner has no use for this anymore, you shall wear it when with me; it's up to you to earn it on a permanent basis." My cock stiffened at the gesture, and pulsed all the more as she crossed her formidable thighs, looked sternly at me, and flexed the cane I had been punished with. She then smiled wickedly once more.

"I am very pleased with your progress, so I shall now watch whilst you disgrace yourself before me. I want you to think of what's happened today. You will be put to further good use whilst with me. Show me your cream!" My cock was rock solid and dribbling pre-cum as I gratefully stroked the length of my shaft whilst knelt in complete submission to the mature and dominant woman before me. I wanted to make it last for as long as I could, but Blanche flexed the cane dominantly, and also flexed her leg muscles, making her gorgeous thighs ripple. Her breasts heaved as she sneered at me.

"You pathetic little man, we'll soon have your little squirt and have you locked in my late husband's cage. You'll clean your mess up too, or I shall thrash you again." It was too much, I thought of my journey through the day, the gimp, the noose, the bowl, the canings ... Blanche laughed at me as I convulsed in absolute ecstasy; the orgasm I experienced was unbelievably pleasurable as I thought of being owned by Blanche forever, I shot wads of cum onto her feet and legs, as she pulled on my leash and made sure I saw the cane too as I spent in submissive heaven. Blanche was delighted as I shot a fine loop of cream onto the wicked cane; the orgasm seemed to last for ages.

Blanche first had me lick my cream from the cane, which she held up and delighted in making me stretch to tongue the salty mess as it dribbled down. She then lifted her feet in succession and poured more scorn upon me as I willingly lapped my own warm mess from her toes. She teased me with the cane as I bent to lick my semen from her lower legs; both of us were thoroughly enjoying her utter domination of me. When she was satisfied I had cleaned up every drop of my sticky offering, she had me stand and proudly fitted the cage. It was a bit of a struggle as the Viagra still had effect; Blanche slapped my balls expertly, making me wince and deflating my semi-flaccid cock sufficiently enough to allow its imprisonment. I stood waiting the next command as Blanche pulled back the covers and climbed into bed.

"What are you waiting for? Get in now and keep me warm. You have another long day ahead of you tomorrow." I got in and Blanche, who was on her side, took my hand and placed it between her hot thighs as I lay there; she knew my cock would be bulging in the new cage, the Viagra driving me crazy and I not being able to do anything about it. This was her final tease of the day; she drifted off to sleep with her pussy tight against my hand, my nose filled with her scent and my cock pulsing in its confinement.



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 09



Next Morning the ladies were delighted when the doorbell rang as the sissy and I were tidying up the breakfast things. Miranda was supervising my filling of the dishwasher as Blanche came through in her dressing gown with several 'next day delivery' parcels which had arrived. I was taken into the lounge and made to try on my new clothes. Every item was a bland variation of grey, without any semblance of flair. Even the shoes were dark grey and plain. The women were delighted with the way I looked. I kissed the feet of the trio as they left; Miranda reminding me that she'd be seeing me again on Tuesday, albeit briefly, as I was to entertain Sandy the ginger woman at the hotel.

"You'll be a star, I'm sure." She giggled as she left. Blanche had me stand by the front door as she prepared herself for our first trip out together. As I stood in my drab grey, I was stunned by Blanche's appearance as she descended the stairs, she wore a tight Sapphire blue Skirt and jacket, and Black seamed stockings with purple stilettos, a small crimson hat, to one side with a small lacy veil which covered her eyes provocatively. Her lips were adorned with glossy lipstick which matched her hat. Tight shiny black leather gloves completed the picture of a strong assertive and authoritative woman; a woman accompanied by a drab male. She would put me in the shade at all times, ensuring I knew my place whenever with her. I was given keys and told to fetch the car from behind the house whilst she stood at the foot of the steps. Brought the large black vehicle round and she pointed to a rear door, which I opened. I was to drive he chauffer style.

We travelled to a state-of-the- art shopping mall just a few miles from Blanche's house. We went into an up-market supermarket and Blanche sneered wickedly at me as other people gave her alluring looks and gave me a look of disdain. Blanche could quite easily have stayed at home and had me complete this mundane task alone, but it was apparent that she was to get the utmost pleasure from the task; I was to be humiliated at every possible opportunity. She clicked her fingers and pointed at a trolley; I hurried to get it, a grey man with flat shoes, accompanied by a bright female figure of authority as tall as he in her classy stilettos. More and more people looked as the stern woman simply pointed at objects, saying nothing, whilst the servile grey man fetched at her whim. Bulges appeared in jeans and leggings of males who watched; it was so obvious that this magnificent woman had complete control over the wretch. Women stopped and smiled, nodding their approval, their pussies tingling with arousal as they witnessed the complete control the woman had. When Blanche was aware of a suitably large enough audience, she would add to the show. As I came back with an item and was about to drop it into the trolley, Blanche slapped my face curtly.

"Not that one you useless fool, I want the premium product. Get it at once, we haven't all day." I blushed with shame and I did as I was told. Some women giggled at my predicament. One licked her lips and clapped her hands in reverence to my obedience to the superior gender. A male looked on in disbelief; though he could not disguise his appreciation of the situation, which poked like a banana through his track-suit bottoms. My Cock buzzed and bulged in its cage as I was taught absolute obedience in public. Blanche smiled wickedly at me when we eventually made it to the check-out. In the busy queue she broadcast.

"You pay for this and take it to the car. I'll be waiting in the mall café, and be sharp about it." The men in the queue watched the seamed stockings strut off; some had half a mind to follow the magnificent woman themselves. The women around me giggled audibly. A large woman with horn rimmed glasses looked at me with scorn.

"Yes, you be sharp about it!" She sneered. My failure to respond confirmed to her that I was a wimp. She and the other women watched with utter contempt as I carried the bags of shopping away to the car; they would treat themselves to their favourite vibrators on returning home, having received a thrill in the unlikeliest of places. I found Blanche seated prominently toward the central edge of the café, where the best audience was likely from those within the café, and those passing by. Blanche smiled wickedly at me as the coffee and cream arrived.

"Are you enjoying your shopping trip? My husband used to get so excited at being humiliated in public. His ultimate erotic dream was to be the number one guest at a public execution; of course, that just wasn't possible. I'm thoroughly enjoying training you." I watched her crimson lips take the coffee, her eyes staring sharply at me; it was as though she was draining the very life from the cup. I could not deny my enjoyment of the humiliation at her hands; my cock pulsed and slithered in the cage, such was my level of lubrication already.

"Yes Mistress, I am pleased to be allowed to accompany you in public." Blanche smiled victoriously; she was ready for her next exhibition of me. She deftly dropped a blob of cream from a spoon onto one of her shoes.

"I think you need to get down there and clean that off." As I sheepishly bent down to clean her shoe, another spoon jangled to the floor, drawing all nearby eyes in my direction. Blanche adopted a stern look as I knelt to wipe the messy cream from her shoe.

"You make sure it's as clean as when you polished them for me earlier, or there'll be trouble." The scene was witnessed by many people, including the very woman who had made the remark earlier at the queue. She stood, arms crossed, her face a look of utter contempt as she witnessed the stern woman's complete and utter control over me. The fact that she'd stopped made several other woman stop and stare. They licked their lips as Blanche pointed down to her shoe with total authority on her face. Husbands of some of the woman looked on, their cocks tingling to erections as they witnessed a male in a position they could only dream of. I wrestled with the tissue as the cream still showed a white streak between purple upper and black sole; Blanche new this would happen, the mature women had used this medium before. She wanted to smile but maintained her stern look for the growing audience. She would now make my humiliation sublime.

"The tissue is no good fool. Lick it off now!" Blanche lifted her foot as I knelt there, in the middle of a busy shopping mall, sneering women and men looking on. My cock bulged to bursting point in the cage as I licked Blanche's shoe clean in public. Murmurs and giggles of disbelief emanated from the crowd that now witnessed my week and feeble submission to a superior power as I licked the remnants of the cream from the seams. Blanche looked at the watching crowd and smiled, basking in her absolute dominance over me. Most eyes were fixed on me though; women with strangely contented looks on their faces who savoured the scene, recording it in their memories for posterity; they would award themselves rich orgasms later when recalling my submission. The woman with glasses actually applauded; her clapping attracting an even greater sphere of onlookers as I completed the task before being allowed back up to my chair. I felt like the whole world had watched me masturbate naked, such was my level of humiliation. As the crowd started to filter away the woman with glasses came over, her full and mature breasts heaving with feminine pride.

"I'd like to congratulate you madam, I've had two husbands, both of whom were pigs. I would so love to have yours for a day." Having said this, she turned and was about to go home to her vibrator, when Blanche said.

"I'm sure my son would be delighted to be of service to you, come, tell me your name." The buxom women turned again and Blanche offered her a chair. She sat with a look of disbelief tinged with wicked anticipation, which was also edged with scorn as she looked at me.

"My name is Myrna." She replied with a contented smile now spreading across her face.

"I didn't realise this was your son, god, how wonderful." I could see her nipples bulge through her sweater as she became increasingly excited.

My cock and balls tingled as I looked at this woman, though plainly dressed for shopping she had the look of a school-mistress about her. Her words had excited me earlier and any severe and buxom middle-aged woman has the potential to dominate; this one had been badly treated by two prior husbands. Blanche looked at me.

"You'd love to spend a day serving Myrna, wouldn't you? I think you'd learn a lot from a woman who has not had the best of husbands; you could show her how a male should behave when in the service of a woman; you could give her great relief by showing her your love of the cane. I expect Myrna has had to put up with a lot of male engendered anxiety in her life; you'd love to accept her retribution on their behalf, wouldn't you."

Myrna sighed and smiled haughtily as she took in Blanche's matter-of-fact talk about the cane. I could almost smell her arousal now.

"Yes Mistress I would love to be in Myrna's charge for a day." Blanche showed Myrna her phone to confirm this was genuine, Myrna couldn't tap the phone number into her phone's memory quick enough; a woman I had never seen in my life would now own me for a day. After discussing the possibilities of using Blanche's house, Miranda's hotel or even Myrna's own house, the two chatted woman's talk, before Myrna departed. She gave me a menacing look before strutting off. I watched her full arse depart, knowing I'd be made to worship it within a few short days.

Blanche smiled victoriously yet again and stood without saying any more. She pointed her finger to the exit and I followed meekly as other witnesses to my humiliation viewed me with utter contempt as we left.



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 10



On the way home from the mall, I was ordered to drive to a remote rural high-spot and Parked the car 100 yards or so from a quiet crossroads. A lone wooden pole stood at the spot; there was no traffic or other vehicles there. Blanche ordered me to get into the back of the car with her.

"I hope you enjoyed shopping with me; I can't wait to take you again. Would you like that?" My cock buzzed to as big an erection as it could manage in the cage as I thought about more sublime humiliation at her hands in public.

"Yes Mistress Blanche I would love to go shopping with you again." She lifted her chin and smiled contentedly, then glanced out of the window.

"I often stopped here with my husband, this place is called 'Gallows Hill'; this pole is where the gallows once stood. Many men were despatched here. I can just imagine them, noosed and naked but for a white shroud, the coffin they sat on during their last journey, in the back of the cart waiting for them. I can imagine lots of smiling women in the crowd and hear them cheer as the cart is drawn away. Many would have helped themselves to orgasms beneath those heavy skirts they wore, as they watched the male dance for them, perhaps having one last orgasm himself too, in front of so many people." Her words had me tingling all over. I thought of that supreme final humiliation she had so delighted in picturing for me; I hoped she'd allow me out of the cage. 

Blanche pulled her skirt back, revealing stocking tops and suspenders. Her black lacy panties had been put on last; they were not restricted by the belts. I eyed her camel-toe in the lace, which was sodden.

"Your behaviour at the mall has ruined my panties. Remove them and lick them clean." I wasted no time in gently peeling back the panties, taking them over her stilettos and up to my nose, sniffing and licking at the rich womanly scent and taste. Blanche sneered at my urgency and my cock pulsed agonisingly as I licked her sweet pussy and spicy anal perfumes from the gusset. Blanche lifted her feet to the leather bench seat, exposing her arousal and moist anus.

"You will now show your appreciation for allowing you to shop with me. Arsehole first and then pussy. If you do a worthy job I may let you masturbate once more before your trip to the hotel." I stooped in the back of the thankfully large car and licked and probed at Blanche's tangy anus as she sighed and tugged at my hair. I baulked just slightly as I heard a car pass in the road; this seemed to add to the thrill; especially for Blanche. Her pussy dribbled juices as I willingly probed the warm depths of her hot anus. She tugged my hair when satisfied I'd cleaned her sufficiently and had me lick and lap at her fragrant flower; the taste from her swollen butterfly was exquisite and I was soon directed to her hard and prominent love-bead at the apex of her womanhood. Blanche pulled my hair painfully as she moaned in ecstasy; serviced once more by a submissive male whom she had complete and utter control over.

I knelt in the well of the car with my head down, hoping she'd allow me relief. I was overjoyed when she had me undo my flies and then unlocked the cage. I almost smiled as I took my immediately unfurled cock in my hand. Blanche rebuked me.

"No, not here in my car! You'll do it where my husband performed for me." She opened the door and stepped out; I followed. She smiled wickedly and pointed to the pole.

"Trousers down and kneel at the pole. I want you to think of all the men whose feet never touched the ground here, and all the women who enjoyed the spectacle." She took her position giving me a full view of her beyond the pole, a leather leash in one hand which she wrapped about one wrist and tugged again and again. I panicked a little as another car passed behind me, then the eroticism of the scene took over completely. There I was, kneeling in the open, genitals exposed, an utterly dominant woman making me masturbate in the open at the foot of a gallows which had seen the end of many men. She smiled sublimely as I stroked in pure ecstasy to a glorious orgasm; shooting wads of cum upon the pole as I thought of men being despatched, spiteful women enjoying their torment, Blanche, and Blanche's husband at this very spot. Blanche swelled with pride and laughed as I spent my last in honour of the gallows. She strutted to the car.

"Home! You pathetic cur." 

***

I spent the next day caged, though Blanche still treated me to a Viagra tablet. In between chores, She would have me kneel with my head between her thighs whilst she read a book or phoned friends. Having me constantly inhale her womanly scent would keep me on my toes she said. I was worked hard at times, clearing the garden etc. so was glad to kneel and nuzzle her camel-toe on every occasion. She loved to taunt.

"Three days into Cherie's vacation with that handsome, masculine Chuck; I wonder how many times he's pleasured her and unloaded his seed deep inside her? Won't it be wonderful if she has a baby?" She simply laughed at comments like this, not expecting an answer, as I almost whimpered at the thought; my cock buzzed at her sweetly humiliating words though.

One chore I had was being knelt next to the wash-basket, whilst blanche sat in a chair and pulled out soiled panties she'd evidently been saving for such an occasion. She would sternly hold the gusset to my nose and shout "Sniff!" She took great pleasure in knowing the heavenly scent of stale to freshly soiled panties would drive my confined cock to exploding point; the Viagra adding tenfold to my torment. I knelt naked and dribbling pre-cum from the metal bell-end guard as Blanche took exquisite enjoyment out of the ever increasing pile. When she eventually got to the bottom of the basket, I then had each pair stretched over my head -- gusset from chin to forehead- and made to walk on all fours down to the utility room where the washing machine was. Each richly scented gusset delivering its sweet scent as I negotiated stairs and hallways. Arabella and Agnes visited and applauded each pair; they thoroughly enjoyed the game and swore to retain their panties too, hoping to obtain my services at a later date.

I was allowed a shower at the end of the day and put to bed still caged. Blanche came up later and I was made to sleep with my nose to the crack of her beautiful domineering arse. My cock buzzed in submissive wonder as I thought about what the trip to Miranda's hotel may bring.



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 11



When the morning arrived, I was gleefully dressed in my drab grey once more by Blanche. I had learned to show no emotion before my mistress for fear of punishment; so was surprised when, stood at the front door as Miranda's hotel shuttle mini-cab arrived, Blanche planted a warm kiss on my lips which had more than a suggestion of affection. She recovered immediately and assumed her normal stern attitude, warning me to be on my best behaviour as she opened the front door and strutted off as though I did not exist. The kiss though, had registered its full impact; I yearned to stay in her possession and now had a good idea that the feeling was mutual for more than just practical reasons.

The female cab driver looked at me with the usual studied air of contempt as I opened the door and sat down. Aware of her employer's external interests beyond the hotel business, she exercised her natural right as a member of the superior sex. Her pussy tingled as she practised her obviously natural authority over me.

"You just sit there and be quiet; I will not tolerate any misbehaviour." I enjoyed this pre-conceived reprimand from a woman who wouldn't normally have shown these dominant tendencies openly and assumed as meek a profile as I could, to accommodate the emergence of her new found supremacy. I noted her curiously teasing eyes in the rear-view mirror on several occasions during the journey to the hotel, and could see she was pleased that I did not know where to go when we arrived there. She got out of the cab, her plump body tight in her black uniform very appealing, and contemptuously pointed me in the direction of reception.

"It's so obvious, do you have no common sense at all?" She gave me a look of complete worthlessness as I alighted from her cab, inflating her now erotically charged status. I stood before her, then kneeled and kissed her feet, thanking her as I looked up at her officious persona. She smiled with supreme satisfaction, trembling at the recognition of her own natural superiority over me; I could almost feel her pussy tingling. I knew that she would never view any male again in the same way after that day. The situation made me realise too, that I was increasingly assuming the status of the gimp; any woman was immediately recognisable as being totally superior and I was committed to emphasise my realisation of that fact on contact with any member of the superior sex.

When I entered the reception of Miranda's hotel, my status and the diminutive size of the planet was immediately brought home to me. The receptionist's eyes lit up and I struggled with the immediate familiarity of her face, which became all the more smug. 

"I knew Madam Miranda was expecting a guest, but you? I've not had such an entertaining day's shopping in a long time." As the woman's body language became all the more bitchy, I recognised her as one of the women who had stood to witness my coffee-shop humiliation. Her face smiled with wicked smugness at having a moment in charge of an utterly wimpy male. She crossed her arms in authoritative fashion, looked me up and down as she tapped fingers on elbows, and then pointed to the smallest chair in the foyer.

"You go and sit quietly over there and wait till someone comes for you. I don't want to hear a peep from you, or I'll fetch you a spanking." She giggled audibly in surprise at her own spontaneous authority, she wasn't quite sure where it had come from, but got a great deal of pleasure in watching me meekly obey her command. I went and sat in the small chair. 

I was beginning to think that the receptionist had not announced my arrival after 10 minutes or so in the chair. After another 10 minutes or so, many other people had attended whilst I sat; mostly well-to-do middle aged ladies, some accompanied by males who said nothing; it was apparent who was in charge. Several formidable and severe looking women entered on occasion. The receptionist simply handed them a room-key when they signed the ledger. None of them even glanced at me. I was beginning to feel very uneasy after 30 minutes, and then the foyer door opened and in strode the fat ginger woman. She was dressed in a tight black dress which showed all her formidable curves and bulges, black stockings clad her full calves, nicely accentuated by tall black stilettos. The dress was low cut at the front, revealing a deep inviting cleavage between her huge breasts; a small mink stole about her neck seeming to emphasise her womanly orbs below. She was finished off superbly with a small black hat and gloves, one hand clutching a bag, the other a small dress whip. She looked at me with contempt but said nothing. The receptionist handed her a key and they both looked sternly at me.

"I hope he has behaved himself. You be sure to let me know if he so much as speaks out of turn." I then watched the bulbous backside of the ginger woman strut through the second set of doors, my cock stiff with excitement in its tiny trap. The receptionist smiled wickedly at me; she was enthralled to have control over me as I sat in silence. Another 10 minutes passed and then the elegant Miranda appeared at the second doors. She looked at me without smiling.

"Come!" I meekly left the chair and followed her to a very ornate Art Nouveau style elevator which ran through the centre of the equally ornate staircase; the open view through the bars allowed a view of the passing landings and corridors, vases of fresh flowers and many French maids caught the eye. Miranda smiled as we ascended.

"It's just like being in a cage isn't it?" My balls were tingling with anticipation as I answered.

"Yes Mistress Miranda." The elevator halted as it came to what I assumed was the top floor. I moved slightly in expectation of leaving the 'cage' when Miranda put her hand between my legs, cupping my balls and smiling knowingly. She looked about the landing and corridors to ensure no-one was there, and then pressed a sequence of buttons. The elevator rose again to a sinister but plush landing bedecked in black. The soft lighting revealed shorter corridors than before; each ending with a large door; smaller doors lined those corridors Occasional black velvet chairs sat under black lamps. A masked maid dressed in black latex, vicious whip in hand, stood in attendance as the cage was opened. Miranda squeezed my balls.

"These are ours now. You are free from the cage but not from the trap. I will enjoy watching you perform later." She laughed as I stood on the black landing and watched her descend again. The maid smiled; her bright red lips and white chin in contrast with the shiny black latex. She cracked her whip and pointed to the floor.

"Strip!" I did as I was told and stood naked but for my cage. I was ordered to kneel and the maid took a bag from a nearby table and emptied the contents to the floor, allowing me a good look at the items. A sinister hooded mask was the first item I was fitted with. It went tightly over my head and I peeped through the eye-holes as the smiling maid fastened it at the neck, it had holes in the side to allow hearing and my nose and mouth were exposed, though it was very tight around my neck and under my chin. She then took great pleasure in fitting a collar and leash. She then showed me an evil looking cock-gag. She delighted in demonstrating how it would be fitted and extolled its virtues in how it allowed a slave to sample their mistress' freshest scents on their natural reaction to being fucked. She said I would not need it just yet; I was made to carry it in my teeth as I was led on all fours by the slender and very dominant maid, down a velvety corridor to a large end door.

In contrast to the corridor, the room was well lit. The ceiling was mirrored and there were many strategically placed and fitted mirrors on the walls. There were also many cameras on view; this was not as per the incognito room I had witnessed Cherie cuckold me in; this room was designed to allow the occupants to enjoy being observed. The maid had me kneel at the foot of the bed and my leash was tied to a ring in the base of the bed; the cock gag was to remain in my teeth. The maid looked at various cameras and smiled, curtsied, and then left the room. Moments later the superb ginger woman walked in; she smiled warmly at me as she took the gag from my mouth and began to strip off.

"You will address me as Mistress Althea. Thank me for allowing you to be of service." My cock pulsed as I watched the matronly woman reveal her undergarments.

"Thank you for allowing me to be of service Mistress Althea" My balls tingled as she smiled down as she removed her panties, revealing the delectably chubby ginger mound I had enjoyed so much at the caning. 

"I intend to assist in every way with your re- education. Blanche has been a good friend to me and helped me discover my true value and superiority over all men. You have not been of any good use to Cherie and now you are learning of how to be of some use to women. I will make good use of you today; many dominant women and countless worthless males will get much enjoyment from your time with me today, and my friends and I will have our incomes increased at your expense. " My mouth watered as Althea sat in a chair and allowed me a generous view of her pussy as she rolled on thigh length black latex tights. She smiled down at my cage.

"It's nice to see how Blanche has taken to you. All the women in the circle have a key to that cage; her late husband was put to good use and experienced many tortures and pleasures before he was disposed of. Today will be a special experience for you." I could not wait to see what Althea had in store for me; the idea of so many people witnessing whatever humiliations she had arranged for me had me tingling with submissive pleasure. She wriggled into a tight latex bodice; her ample breasts hanging over the top, her milky white flesh in contrast to the shiny black latex, the lower half accentuating her voluptuous arse cheeks. She tied on a wicked face mask which covered just her eyes, then took a tiny key from her bag. She stroked my balls as she undid Blanche's cage. She seemed to gain immense pleasure from watching my cock erect and stiffen.

"Blanche's husband used to love this act of cage removal; he knew, and so will you that it earns a thrashing from Blanche, for being with another woman." My cock dribbled with lubrication as I thought of the cane. Althea stood before me in dominant fashion; hands on hips, then smiled up at the nearest convenient camera. She took my leash and led me to the middle of the room, encouraging me to glance at all the mirrors as I knelt at her feet in submission. My cock bobbed with excitement as I looked at the magnificent woman from all angles; I wanted to cum there and then, knowing I'd be viewed by thousands within days. Althea tugged my leash.

"Toilet first." I followed on all fours to the room in the corner, which was huge for a convenience room. Cameras jutted from the ceiling, waist level and from the floor level. The whole room was mirrored. In the centre of the room was a toilet made of glass. Althea smiled with pleasure as I gawked at the strange contrivance. She spread her beautiful cheeks across the glass seat and then sat forward and had me sniff her pussy. She then had me lie prostrate on the floor and look up through the glass as she sat back. I watched her pussy bulge and piss cascade from her generous flaps. The cascade dwindled to an orange trickle, Althea moved slightly forward as it stopped, and then sat back on the seat.

"Up you come and lick me clean." She gave my leash a tug when I showed a little hesitation.

"You'll pay dearly if you disappoint me and the people who are now watching you." I leaned forward and lapped at her dripping pussy; the salty droplets not tasting as bad as I had imagined, I lapped eagerly around her soft and inviting pussy. She pulled me back and then lifted her feet to the rim of the glass bowl and leaned back. 

"You may sniff my arsehole now. You know what's coming next don't you?" She sniggered as I sniffed her tangy pucker; my own arse tingling at what was obviously to follow. I was ordered down again as she spread her glorious arse to ensure I got the best view. I watched as her delicious arsehole pulsed a little and then bulged and dilated as she began a nice relaxing shit. Althea gave a little moan of pleasure as I watched her bowels squeeze a nice long, dark- brown stool, and then watched her arse tense as her sphincter cut the prize loose. It dropped with a pleasing splash into the water below. I was mesmerised as the large woman repeated the exercise twice more. She flushed the toilet; her turds snaking away around the bend and down through the pipe in the floor. I watched her then turn on the toilet to face the rear wall, smiling victoriously into the mirror and a nearby camera. She poked her relieved arsehole over the rim of the seat. 

"Lick my arse clean you cur. Make sure you do a thorough job." She watched me with delight in the side mirror as she straddled the pan with her arms on the glass cistern which bubbled away as it refilled. I looked at her dirty arse and licked at the acrid mess which remained. Luckily she had not made too much of a mess. To my surprise I did not gag at the taste which was surprisingly bland. My cock was stiffer than ever as I became a substitute for toilet-paper for the first time in my life. Althea relaxed her anus and I probed and licked until she was content I had thoroughly cleaned her. I knew I would know my place when this woman had finished with me.

Althea said I was a good boy and allowed me to mouth-wash before I was taken to the bedroom once more. She had me kiss her feet in the centre of the room and thank her allowing me to attend toilet with her, before having me kneel between her sumptuous thighs, whilst she applied the cock-gag. She was very pleased when I was silenced by this phallus and had me view myself thoroughly in the mirror. She then took great delight in smothering the phallus in KY Jelly; teasing it as though it might cum; my cock wanted to feel every stroke and I so wanted to be allowed relief. I was then made to lie on my back on the bed, and watched in the ceiling mirror as she straddled me. My cock was close to exploding as I witnessed the phallus being worked into her slit, and then she slowly descend, taking in the entire 8 inches or so and nestling on my face. My nose was right up against her freshly cleaned arsehole; it was already beginning to develop its tangy scent once more, as Althea became hot and excited. She then began to ease up and down rhythmically, moaning as her pussy juiced nicely; I spluttered a little as I had difficulty consumed her nectar with my mouth already full. Althea moaned in pure ecstasy as she brought herself off on the gag, pounding my face with her ample arse as she sought the utmost from her orgasm; she nestled tightly on my face, almost suffocating me. As I sniffed at her arsehole for dear life, I felt her lean forward slightly and grasp my aching cock.

"I shall reward you now, before you loosen my arsehole with the gag, in preparation for our guests." What could she mean? I sniffed gratefully away at her now spicy arsehole, as she worked me back and forth. I came in no time at all, grunting with pleasure as she deftly slipped thumb around my bell-end to allow me maximum pleasure. I emptied my balls as I pondered the 'guests'. I was allowed relief from the cock-gag to lick my mess from Althea's legs and torso, while she liberally coated it with jelly once more. She had me kneel at the foot of the bed, whilst she squatted on her knees on the bed and had me probe her anus with the cock. Althea moaned with pleasure as the greased phallus slid in and out of her tight anus. There was a knock at the door.



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 12



Althea simply shouted 'come in' to whoever was at the door; she had me continue to ream her delicious anus as her pussy dripped. I was completely humbled when the guests who entered were two muscular males; one black one white, both already naked and toying with huge cocks, which stiffened as they watched me. Their looks of were of utter contempt as I knelt in nodding service of my feminine owner's arse. Althea made sure the cameras had time to catch my full humiliation witnessed by two worthier males, before ordering me to stop. They chuckled as I was led to the centre of the room where althea had me kneel facing the bed. The gag was removed and Althea took pleasure in having me lick it clean after good use. As I sucked on the phallus Althea advised what was next.

"These boys will now show you how real men satisfy a woman. I want you to watch and see what you can never do for a woman and will never be asked to even try. You are such a puny-cocked wimp. I shall put you to further good use later." The three had a good laugh at me as I finished sucking the phallus clean of Althea's secretions, then the white male lay back on the bed and Althea lay face down on top of him. His hairy tanned body and huge pinkie-beige cock and balls, contrasting with Althea's milky-white skin. He eased his stiff eager cock into her moist and well-aroused pussy, making her whimper with pleasure as his large length and girth squeezed into her sex. The black male whose cock was even bigger, then moved in over her rear. He smiled with pleasure as he forced his bulbous dark-brown bell end into Althea's willing arsehole. She moaned with supreme pleasure as he slid his length into her tight rectum. 

I could not help but be excited by the sight of Althea being pleasured in both holes at once; she moaned in a state of continuous pleasure as the two huge cocks slid in and out of her moist and willing havens. Both men wore smiles of deep satisfaction as their engorged bell-ends were nursed by the mature woman's rectal and vaginal constrictions as they worked back and forth; she pointed her legs back as far at the restrictions of the male's bodies would allow, her latex clad legs and feet honed to a point as she bathed in carnal pleasure. The white man watched the reflection of the three in the side mirrors as he humped as best he could with the chubby ginger woman fast losing all control. He watched her huge breasts rub his chest as he stroked. The black man had an easier task and watched the reflection of the three in the headboard mirror; his hips slapping Althea's fat arse cheeks as his huge cock reamed the tight depths of her rectum. The balls of both men were nicely retracted now, they groaned with pleasure and listened to the tone of Althea's blissful moaning's; both anxious to hear that wail of ecstasy which would allow them to unleash their loads and indulge in satisfying orgasms.

With half-open eyes, her mouth agape as she indulged fully in the acute sexual pleasure rendered by the two huge pulsing cocks, Althea gained more pleasure by eying me as I remained on my knees. She knew I longed to have my cock in either hole, but would never be allowed that pleasure. No, she would gain further pleasure from me by other means. Her gape turned to a smile and her eyes closed as she gave the signal which sounded nothing short of divine to the two studs; her legs stiffened as she cried out with a high-pitched whimper, signalling the two cocks to be pumped in a fury. Owners of both black and white cock moaned heartily as long and hard as their cocks; my cock bobbed and pulsed as I watched the two cocks splutter and glisten in Althea's invaded arse and pussy. The men roared as they bucked furiously and emptied their balls into the mature redhead; Althea squirmed in the most complete of ecstasies as creamy white semen dribbled and streaked along the length of the thrusting cocks, which flashed in and out as the two males spent and grunted in their own ecstatic spasms.

Finally, panting and sweating, the three collapsed on each other for a moment. Althea sighed as the black man eased his still rigid cock clear of her well-serviced anus. I watched with envy as cum dribbled from the end of his cock, and Althea's dilated arsehole slowly closed, squeezing a wad of cum out, which dribbled down to her pussy. She giggled and lifted herself up, allowing the white man to slide his messy cock free also. Both men looked totally satisfied as their cocks drooped and dribbled. Althea rolled onto her back and eyed me as the men prepared to leave for a shower.

"Thank you once again boys; it was a real pleasure as usual." The two gave me no more than a look of indifference as they left the room. Althea lifted her legs in the air and sneered at me, her head and shoulders propped up by a pillow.

"Get over here wimp and clean me up." She smiled with wicked contentment as I sheepishly crawled upon the bed and viewed the abundant sticky globules of cum which dribbled from both holes.

"Arsehole first. If you do a good job I may allow you a treat." She grinned at her enjoyment of complete control over me as I lay on the bed with my face up to her sex and anus; the smell of mingled juices and semen was very potent. My cock was stiffer than ever as I committed my latest act of humiliation. As I lapped at the salty mess, I saw the sheer pleasure in Althea's eyes as she dominated me. My cock tingled as I rubbed it on the sheets below me; I was thoroughly enjoying my humiliation, increased tenfold in knowing the cameras were on me. I probed as deep as I could into her hot anus to reach the cream; when I withdrew, Althea squeezed her anus to allow me to reach some more. She delighted in repeating this several times; I was close to coming as I licked and swallowed another man's semen from the anus of a mature and dominant woman who had complete control of me. Satisfied with my efforts with her lower hole in this position, she lifted my head with the leash and squeezed my face into her creamy cleft. She laughed as I spluttered and blew bubbles in the generous wad of semen, pulling my head back by my hair to laugh all the more at my semen covered nose and mouth. My cock was fit to burst as I wallowed in heavenly submission, lapping and gulping the salty mess from her beautiful flaps and fold as she teased.

"Did you enjoy watching me be fucked? Seeing you denied was as thrilling as either cock; did you hear them both grunt with pleasure when they provided your little snack?" I lapped up to her clitoris, noticing she was becoming increasingly aroused; her words had me close to coming in humiliated bliss. She noticed this; I was to be denied again.

"No you don't! I'll be the one who says when you'll squirt you pathetic little cock. On your back; it's time for desert." I was close to whining and begging for relief, as I turned and Althea straddled me. She slapped my erect cock for good measure as I looked up at her anus hovering over my nose and mouth; she looked in the mirror and shuffled slightly to allow one of the cameras a good view. I watched in anticipation as she pulled her cheeks apart; her pucker flexed in and out, as it had done earlier when she'd shit. This time she sighed with pleasure as a creamy-brown string of semen, flavoured with her rectal secretions, dribbled down to my mouth. I lapped it up as though it were nectar; my humiliation sublime. Althea sneered wistfully as she viewed my eagerness to consume the mess in the mirror, as the last remnants dripped out.

"He certainly went a long, long way up me this time, such a magnificent cock. Your tongue will have to suffice now he's gone." With that she sank down and my face was enveloped by her sweaty cheeks. My nose was rubbed back and forth in her dribbling anus as she worked herself to a frenzy on my mouth and chin; her womanly juices and residual semen dripped and slid across and into my mouth and made the leather mask squelch as it ran between skin and leather. I felt totally used and worthless as she moaned in ecstasy once more. She allowed me down off the bed and had me sit looking at her ginger pussy while she toyed with my aching cock with her feet. The door opened and in walked Miranda and the Latex maid. I was crestfallen, crushed. I was to be denied again. Althea chuckled and looked at Miranda.

"You're just in time to see him masturbate at my feet. Even after tonight's torture, he'll come so much better for a crowd." Miranda and the maid laughed and stood closer. Althea teased.

"Think of the two men; I want to see just as much cream from you. Start milking!" I grabbed my cock and stroked for all I was worth; Althea lifted her foot under my cock, I would not last long. The latex maid ensured I wasted no-one's time.

"Can I whip him before he goes downstairs? I think he could do with it." Miranda smiled and replied as though the maid had asked if she could walk her dog.

"Yes of course dear." The last words I heard as I covered Althea's foot in the most cream I'd seen for 15 minutes or so. 



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 13



I was taken into a room with a crucifix-like stand and lashed to it; both Miranda and Althea commented on how it would be a fitting end to the day, if I were lashed by the maid for good measure. I sagged at the crucifix as the latex maid cracked her bullwhip expertly; my cock did anything but sag as I watched her gracefully wicked movements in the mirrors, the tears streaming down my face at the acute pain. The two mature women laughed and clapped at each cry of pain I maid; the latex domina knowing just how to inflict stinging pain without causing physical damage.

The women were right about the finale; I was more than ready to come again now, exquisitely used and humiliated throughout the day, I was now whipped by a girl half my age. The two older women applauded loudly as my treat was brought to an end with the final swirling crack of the whip. They untied me and I was taken to the maid who now sat at the end of a bed and unzipped her crotch. I was made to thank her for the punishment; she lifted her graceful legs to the bed, and the two older women delighted in holding me as I licked her youthful and fragrant pussy, beautifully moist in arousal, having shown her complete dominance of me. As she sighed and shuddered to a well-earned orgasm, Miranda softly stroked my bobbing cock; I had an idea that this was not to be the absolute finale.

The women smiled with satisfaction as I kissed the feet of the maid and Althea, just as I had been instructed by Miranda; thanking the maid again for her much needed discipline, and Althea for allowing me to watch her being pleasured, and especially for being allowed to sample the pleasure the real men had left her with. Althea toed my taut scrotum with her foot.

"I would be most happy to allow you to serve me again; you are so truly servile and inferior. We ladies are hoping Blanche allows you to stay, if she doesn't I may claim you myself. Either way your fate is sealed; you'll be owned by all women when we've finished with you." My cock buzzed at her words; she was right, as were all women, I had been submissive when I first met Cherie, I was now closer to the status of the gimp; I now viewed all women in every situation as potential owners. I was truly en route to being broken completely.

Althea passed my cage to Miranda, who tugged on my leash and shouted 'heel!' Althea and the maid chuckled as I was led like a dog back to the elevator.

As I was still naked apart from the mask, I panicked a little as Miranda closed the elevator doors and pressed a code on the buttons. Though the thought of descending and being seen naked and on the leash of an assertive middle-aged woman in jodhpurs excited me, it would still be a shock to the system. Miranda laughed with satisfaction as I jerked in the opposite direction as the elevator rose to yet another floor, rather than descending. It took my breath away as the elevator emerged into brilliant sunshine behind the mirrored-glass walls of a penthouse suite. I could see right across town from the top of her hotel. Miranda pointed to the populated side of a hill several miles off.

"That's Blanche's house with the red roof to the right of that church; what we ladies hope will become your home. I intend to make this hotel a second home to you; Althea and I know many ladies who will relish showing you your true purpose in life, I will make good use of you until you are disposed of." My cock was now dribbling with excitement as the dominant woman led me into the plush suite. Huge windows looked out across the miniature landscape below, emphasising that this was a woman at the very top, looking down on all. There were beds in all the rooms, even the lounge.

On the end wall of the main lounge was a large tin-type sepia photograph of a noosed man, hooded and hanging, naked with bound ankles and wrists bound behind his back; toes pointing down to the ground several inches out of reach. Either side of the hanged man stood a crowd of smiling women, pertly dressed in white blouses and long floor-length skirts. My cock stiffened as I viewed the photo, which I assumed was of a lynching from over 100 years ago; my cock stiffened all the more when I realised that the woman closest to the despatched male with the most satisfied smile was Miranda. The same satisfied smile spread across her face as she took great pride in my recognition of her.

"That's the ex-proprietor of this hotel; he introduced me to amateur movie making, he so loved Westerns and was submissive like you; we ladies simply combined the two for him; that picture was taken a week after the hotel changed owners." Miranda then clicked her fingers sternly and pointed to her feet.

"Kiss those, and then undo these jodhpurs. The next room we go into will be of great interest to you. I am going to show you my edited version of your day here; I will also show you the rough version and encourage you with my whip where I believe you have fallen short." I fumbled as I undid the tight cream coloured jodhpurs which so accentuated her mature womanly figure. My eyes were draw to the crotch, which revealed a beige patch; testament to her excitement having overcome her panties. The beautifully rich scent of her arousal filled my nostrils as I peeled them off.

I was then led into a room which had many television screens with a large editing deck, and of course, a bed. Miranda had me peel off her panties which I was invited to sniff and lick clean, before she alighted into a curious elevated leather chair with a horseshoe shaped seat and splayed footrests. A container attached to one of the armrests held an assortment of short whips and crops. Miranda swivelled the chair into a sideways-on position to the editing deck, and then tugged my leash, puling me tight in, the function of the seat now apparent; Miranda could work whilst having her pussy and arsehole serviced, an elevated screen at an angle above the deck allowing the kneeling slave a view of what his mistress was viewing. I sniffed at the sweet perfumes of her mature pussy and anus whilst Miranda unbuckled the leather hood and removed it.

"There, you shan't need that anymore today, though I shall see that you'll be no stranger to it. Now let's look at what we've got for you to take home to Blanche; you may lick my arsehole now." She tapped some buttons and I was treated to a video show of my own humiliation as I licked her tart arsehole and sniffed at her gorgeously aroused pussy. She caressed the back of my head with one hand, and toyed with a leather crop with the other, her taste and scent, her dominant stance over me, and the re-living of the day's humiliations had me yearning for further relief; my cock ached as I watched toilet training, cock-gag, cuckold cleaning and whipping. Miranda bucked with pleasure as she watched too; my tongue now probing deep into her anus as I watched the stern woman above me and my graphic submission on camera. Miranda smiled down as the film ended, and cropped my arse with her leather companion.

"Now we'll see where there's room for improvement." I looked up at the screen beyond the plump breasts and stern looks of my present mistress, as she pointed out how I'd looked directly at cameras, not paid enough attention, and not given clear or subservient enough answers; each time I was treated to a stinging thrash of the crop. All the time I was allowed to tongue her arsehole, which provided some comfort. My eyes streaming at the end of the show, I was ordered to lie on my back on the bed. Miranda straddled my face and I sniffed and looked up the crack of her beautiful arse cheeks as I was treated to a taste of her sweet pussy. Miranda purred softly as she re-viewed the edited version of my day.

"You know Blanche will be thoroughly disgusted with your actions today; going with another woman like that. You can expect a good thrashing from her when she's seen the copy you'll take home to her, but that won't deter you from coming here again, will it?" The dominant woman laughed as I tried to answer but was smothered by her grinding her hot juicy pussy into my face, as she commenced her ride to an orgasm, whilst watching Althea completely and utterly dominate me. I was rewarded for my work by Miranda grasping my eager cock, milking my balls once more. As she moaned with pleasure on reaching the apex of her orgasm, her erratic hand movements had me spend gloriously yet again, as I thought of those sublime humiliations and licked the stern woman's juices. 

I was caged again and dressed in my drab grey clothes. Miranda told me how pleased she had been with my performance and hoped that I understood why Blanche would be obliged to thrash me. She had me kiss her feet in the foyer whilst the awaiting female taxi driver and the pert receptionist looked on. With smug satisfaction, the receptionist commented.

"The next time you see me, I'll be upstairs in latex, waiting for you." My balls tingled as the three laughed whilst I was led away to the cab, a DVD under my arm. I was told to sit quietly and not dare speak throughout the journey by the driver; it was now confirmed that I was a complete and utter wimp to be controlled by any woman.

Blanche was waiting at the door as we pulled into the drive, cane in hand ready. The smiling driver stepped out with me and I bent down and kissed her feet. She and Blanche smiled knowingly at each other as I walked meekly up to the woman who I hoped would own me permanently. She pointed to the main lounge without saying anything and I went in as the cab drove away. I knelt in the middle of the floor and awaited her instruction as she strutted in behind me.

"I believe you have something to show me." She smiled wickedly and pointed to the DVD player. I obliged and re-lived the day's humiliations once again. Blanche looked very satisfied with herself.

"Upstairs now. Clothes off and lie face down on my bed." The day's events ended with the house being filled with the sound of the wicked cane making its sweet noise as it cut the air in descent, and my cries and moans as I felt it bite. My last reward of the day was to taste yet more feminine juices, this time the taste I had come to savour the most, and hoped would savour for more than two weeks.



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 14



When I was allowed downstairs after my shower the next day, Blanche had me accompany her to the downstairs toilet where she had me lick her clean after she had had her pee after coffee. As I gratefully licked the salty golden droplets from her mature folds, having been allowed to watch her piss, she told me with much enthusiasm how she and some of her friends had spent yesterday coaching someone on the finer points of the enjoyment of domination. The woman in question had been a natural and had shown she had a real talent where exquisite torment and humiliation were concerned. Blanche's salty taste began to taste sweeter as she relayed this; the tease and thought of my on-going education gently arousing her. she slapped my face when she considered I had cleaned her sufficiently and as I knelt she pulled my hair back and splashed a wet flannel in my face, then had me open my mouth as she liberally filled it with mouthwash, sneering as I choked on the unexpected torrent. She shoved my head into the toilet bowl and had me spit out.

"She will be here shortly, Agnes is bringing her. I believe she also has some friends she would like to introduce you to; to allow her to recuperate between her sessions demonstrating her new found skills. I had wanted to keep you to myself today, I may call Miranda and have one of her studs visit me; it's been over a month since I had a real man service me." My cock bulged in the cage; the thought of Blanche being fucked by an alpha male whilst I was not there was an exquisite tease; she had seen the pleasure I had got from being of good tongue service to Althea, and knew the treat and humiliation would be tenfold to witness if she were pleasured. She looked victoriously at my pleading eyes.

"Yes, I think I shall do that whilst you are away." My cock buzzed as I watched her elegant behind saunter to a cupboard and take two Viagra tablets from a pot, and then pour a glass of water from the tap, her breasts heaving as she thought of a nice large cock and the fact that I would not be allowed to witness it and clean up after, hurt me a thousand times more than any cane. She made me gulp down the tablets and picked up her phone.

"Hi Agnes, can you do me a favour please? ... yes, you knew already...however did you guess? ... pick up one of the larger studs and bring him here when on your way with our guest... I want him to see the boy who's going to fuck me while he's not here; it will be a good lesson for him." My head went down, only to be lifted by the chin, and my face smartly slapped. 

"If you please our new friend, I may let you lie on the sheets where I'm fucked, and you can sniff them whilst I cane you." Blanche unlocked my cage in readiness for my trip and I was made to kneel in the window, naked but for collar and leash, to await our guests. I had already guessed who my mistress for the day would be, but was stunned by her appearance; my cock stiffening with Viagra charged eroticism as I saw her step from the arriving car.

Myrna, the drab but stern woman who I'd randomly met in a shopping mall, now looked like a goddess. Dressed in a tight leather cat suit with boots and whip, the meek woman who had approved of Blanche's complete control of me would now ensure I knew my place. She had been abused by two husbands and I knew I would be made to pay dearly for their actions. My balls tingled with anticipation as I viewed the form of this naturally dominant woman; a tight black PVC belt pulled the black leather tight around her beautifully curved arse and hips, her strong thighs taught in the leather, above it the belt accentuating the soft bulge of her mature belly; her mound of Venus centrally expressing the pride of her womanhood. Her full breasts pert in the smooth black leather bulged as she strutted in thigh length boots, her nipples erect with her excitement at the promise of the day. She was accompanied by Agnes and a huge black male. Blanche opened the door to allow them in and came into the lounge, ordering me to turn and face her. She smiled as my cock bobbed in recognition of her change of attire; she was now naked but for six inch red stilettos and a full length black chiffon shawl, her large breasts and heavenly slit on show for all to see. Gone was the dominating threat that she held over me; this essence of pure womanhood was how she greeted those males with cock enough to satisfy her.

As the three entered, the black man simply laughed at me and tuned to greet Blanche. Agnes looked at me with contempt as I knelt, naked and erect, leash hanging from collar, awaiting command; a picture of subservience. Myrna panted visibly as she looked at me with scorn; her knuckles white as she gripped the whip tightly, the whip she yearned to use on me. Blanche took the man's hand and let him feel her pussy; she unzipped his fly and eased out his huge cock which was a good nine inches long, only semi- erect. She then closed her eyes and smiled.

"This is Elroy; I so love to suck his cock and then have him fuck me; pussy and arse, several times. Myrna here is going to keep your mind occupied elsewhere today. I know she and her friends will enjoy you; she will let me know how you behave, I'll deal with you later." With that she walked off with Elroy, up the stairs to her bedroom; I was torn as I watched her beautiful round arse in the chiffon ascend the stairs, Elroy deliberately turning on the stairs to allow me a look at his now huge, erect cock, knowing I would never be allowed to fuck her that way. Agnes grinned with pleasure as she saw my pain; she now knew that in the short time I'd been there, the supremely dominant Blanche had become the entire focus of my attention; she owned me completely.

Myrna could not believe her good fortune; her pussy was buzzing wickedly as she approached me and demanded I kiss her feet. I did so without the slightest hesitation; my cock stiffening as I made contact and sensed her truly eager dominance for the first time. I was allowed the luxury of a dressing gown to cover my shame whilst travelling in the car; Agnes drove as Myrna had me kneel in the footwell and lick her boots as we drove, whilst she told me about her two friends who awaited us at her house. They too were from broken marriages and I was to show them how a male should behave before women. Agnes smiled with satisfaction as she listened to Myrna take control.

"Blanche so loves to recruit ladies like you Myrna; a woman freshly introduced to her rightful position above males, always expresses her dominance with such vigour; though we old hands know many tricks and teases, it can never compare with the spite that you and your friends will inflict on a worthless male. I'm sure he'll remember every moment of your hospitality. I'm so glad you've opted to join our circle Myrna." Agnes then diverted her attention to me as we pulled into the drive of Myrna's typically suburban house.

"Oh, and guess who's also been promised a day out shopping with you, at some time in the future?" Agnes and Myrna laughed as they imagined Myrna's humiliating treatment of me at some mall or high street. My balls tingled like mad as I listened to her words and licked at the smooth leather. Myrna grabbed my leash and I was hauled out of the car. My dressing gown was removed and flung into the porch and I was made to kiss Agnes' feet before she left. Two women appeared at the window and applauded the scene; the both looked on with disbelief and sheer excitement as their friend took charge of me in a show of utter dominance; the leash choking me, as I was whipped in the open. She could not get me into her house fast enough.

The three women stood around me and Myrna had me kiss their feet, much to their delight. One was beautifully plump and quite tall; she wore a skirt which was really tight around her globular arse, something she would not have dared wear in public. Her long hair dyed jet black; she had a certain menace about her. The other woman was petit and elegant; she had found herself a cane to toy with; her legs were long in her very short skirt, a sweet mound visible in panties which peeped below the hem-line. Though the three had never been in an intimate situation before, the shock of Myrna's news had rid them of all their inhibitions; the sight of Myrna's outfit and her telling of the coaching she had, made them feel like new women. Having the reality of a naked male at their feet confirmed this was no dream; all three were nicely aroused already and up for some true domination. The plump one smiled with a thought.

"I want to face-sit him; will he be ok with that?" Myrna laughed at her friend's naivety and whipped me for good measure.

"He'll do just as he's told; we have all day, I intend to humiliate and punish him in many ways; do you want to see just how submissive he is?" The women nodded and sneered, Myrna tugged on the leash, standing with her legs parted, looking superbly dominant in her leather.

"Have you ever masturbated in front of three fully clothed women?" My cock throbbed as I thought of being allowed to cum.

"No mistress." Myrna treated me to her whip again as the other two slowly sat smiling at the show, either side of her in a large leather sofa.

"Would you like to?" The women laughed and sneered, rubbing themselves openly through their panties.

"Yes Mistress Myrna, I would like to." I could not lie; I so wanted to disgrace myself before this beautifully assertive woman who had come into my life by accident. The two other women erupted in disbelief, clapping and laughing at my pathetic admission. Myrna tugged at my leash and had me kneel close to her boots as she too sat, crossing her strong thighs in dominant fashion.

"You'll come on my boots and then we'll watch while you lick your mess off them. I will then watch over you whilst you pleasure my friends for the first time. I shall then allow you to oblige me for the first time too. After that you shall have your first thrashing." The promise of so much made my arse tingle in submissive heaven; the women were superb as they all toyed with their engorged pussies through their clothing; each wanting to have their garments removed, but maintaining a discipline which they would soon transfer to me. They looked with stern smiles as I stroked my stiff and throbbing cock, kneeling naked before three women who barely knew me, but were willingly owning me. Myrna's tight leather was all too much as she probed her finger s along her camel-toe; I knew I would be invited to lick the inside of her leathers clean before the day was out. Her transformation from the dull woman at the mall was incredible, as I pleasured my cock and looked at her I longed to be thrashed. The three looked on with wicked delight, the scent of their arousal adding to my submissive pleasure as I began to jerk and convulse. Myrna smiled and showed me her whip.

"Cream my boots you worthless scum." I duly obliged, grunting in ecstasy as the jizz exploded from my bell-end; all three were close to coming as they watched my disgrace as I shot generous wads of cream all over Myrna's boots. The chubby woman became more dominant by the minute.

"Oh I am so going to enjoy caning him, after he's licked my arsehole." She sneered. The slender one whipped the sofa with the cane in her free hand like a jockey, smiling sweetly as she frigged herself with the other hand through her panties. The actions of both and the sight of a victorious smile from Myrna had me spending over and over again, yearning to taste their sweet essences and then their whips. I at last panted to a halt, my creamy offering dribbling in streaks down Myrna's boots. I felt her whip again, stinging me into action.

"Lick it off now! Don't you dare miss any." The two watched intently as I licked my salty mess from her boots, my spent cock only slightly flaccid; the erotic situation and the double dosage of Viagra would ensure my cock would be rigid again in no time. The large friend helped no end with my cock's physical condition; I noticed her looking sternly at me with wicked satisfaction as I meekly cleaned my mess from Myrna's boots. She slipped her spoiled panties off, displaying a beautifully juiced pussy between sumptuous thighs.

"You'll lick these clean next, then I think I shall spank you for making a mess." The two others gave their approval as the slender one removed her panties too.

"He'll clean mine too, and then I'm going to piss on his face, then he can lick me clean before I cane him; he's going to pay for every male who's been remotely unkind to me." Myrna whipped me three times when I had licked down to the toes of her boots; she was not going to be left out. "Undo my belt and then my leggings; I'll have you lick my arse and pussy before your first punishment, I want to thrash you in leather though, so leave my boots." The women smiled with satisfaction, drooling at the prospect of being serviced to order. My cock was rigid again already as I knelt and undid the broad shiny black belt from Myrna's waist; her womanly belly bulged in the soft leather as she stroked my arse with the whip, as I then fumbled with the buttons on the tight leather leggings. As they came open I looked up at her wickedly smiling face and awaited her command.

"Peel them down and sniff my pussy, don't you dare lick though! I want you to savour the scent of the woman who is going to thrash you whilst dressed in an outfit I have long fantasised wearing." The other two murmured their approval as I peeled the soft black leather slowly over her hot cheeks and down her full mature thighs, all the time watching her face for approval, a face that was blissfully enjoying a life-long fantasy of having a male at her feet, a male whom she would thrash to tears before two other women, whilst dressed in an outfit which alone, had her close to orgasm. Her pussy tingled to full arousal as she relished the reality of a scenario she could only have dreamed of just two days before. The crotch of her leggings needed a little extra coaxing away from the sweaty, moist, arousal which stuck to the leather; Myrna gasped with pleasure as the vacuum created pleased her pussy as it pulled away. The rich aroma of womanly sex filled my nostrils, making my cock pulse and dribble; Myrna looked down at me with utter contempt, she had me just where she wanted me, and knew I was now yearning to be punished by her. She pointed to her pussy and I moved my nose close to her beautiful sex and sniffed her rich erotic scent as the two friends laughed at my complete obedience to a far superior entity. She looked toward the voluptuous woman whose tongue was now almost hanging out; her moist pussy now smearing the leather seating as she fingered and writhed in anticipation of owning me too.

"You will service Rose's immediate needs first, after we've watched you clean her panties; a spanking will remind us all of why you are here, you'll thank her by pleasuring her pussy. You'll then clean Roxanne's panties and then enjoy her shower, clean her and indulge her pussy. I will then have my first pleasure of you, and you will then refit my outfit and be taken upstairs by leash for your first thrashing. You do want to be thrashed don't you?" My cock was ready to explode as the scent of her pussy and her words had me close to delirium; Agnes had been so right about the vigour these women would show, I lost all shame in my eagerness to respond, I felt completely submissive.

"Yes Mistress Myrna, I want to be thrashed by you and your friends." The two sneered and gasped in disbelief at the clarity with which I confessed my weakness and inferiority to the leather dominatrix. My balls tingled with renewed pleasure as Rose now took control.

"Oh god! Enough! Get over my knees right now! I am going to make you wish you'd never been born."



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 15



The women sneered with satisfaction as Rose removed her skirt and displayed her beautifully plump thighs, wagging her finger with one hand, her soiled panties in the other.

"You lick these clean first." I gratefully took the large size frilly panties from her and sniffed and licked at the generous and sticky gusset; the divine scent and aromas of her voluptuous arse and pussy making my cock pulse and flex, yearning to service those delicious orifices for her, but first I must endure a spanking. The women delighted in my attentions to the panties until Rose snatched them back from me and pointed to her lap; eager to inflict her first punishment. As I slid across her soft warm thighs, Rose rolled up the sleeves of her blouse, to emphasise the hard work she intended putting into the spanking; Roxanne sat sideways in the sofa, taking my face into her crotch as Rose parted her thighs to accommodate my stiff cock, then clasped them firmly around my aching member. Myrna stood over me, teasing my exposed and vulnerable cheeks with her short whip, longing to take me upstairs to exert her lusty vengeance on this feeble representative of masculinity.

Rose wasted no time in reddening my cheeks with spiteful deliveries of the flat of her hand; Myrna and Roxanne laughing as the slaps resonated round the room, interjected by my muffled cries as Roxanne held my head down in her sweaty crotch. The pain, humiliation and womanly scent had me close to coming, as my cock moved between Rose's soft but firm thighs as she took great pleasure in administering the spanking of an adult male.

Rose continued to spank whilst her pussy tingled with excitement at putting a man in his place for the first time; she did not stop until my cheeks were a blur of red hand-prints. I was allowed down from the clasp of those magnificent thighs, which were then opened and my head thrust between them by Rose, who was now in a state of urgent need. My cock dribbled as I lapped at her sweet scented flower; her clitoris hard and prominent in its need for relief. As she moaned on nearing orgasm, she lifted herself back a little further and my face was pushed down to lick her sweaty and aromatic anus, her fingers arriving to massage her clitoris to a crescendo. Myrna and Roxanne teased my glowing arse with cane and whip as my tongue probed Rose's delicious depths and she enjoyed her first orgasm at my expense.

I was allowed no respite as immediately Rose had stopped moaning and writhing, I was pulled away by Roxanne, who now held the leash. Her panties were delivered to me and the women watched with pleasure as I sampled the third soiled underwear of the day. Roxanne, as per Rose, became more confident by the minute and now ordered me with complete authority. She pointed to the wet-room and I was led there on by leash on all fours. I was made to lie on my back on the cold tiled floor as Roxanne stepped either side of my head, straddling my face in dominant fashion, cane in hand, allowing me a glorious view of her mature pussy. Myrna and Rose stood either side, Myrna now toying with a long flexible cane in preparation for the event which would follow this; she was relishing what was to come. Roxanne bent her knees slightly.

"I've always wanted to piss on a male like this; I want you to enjoy your shower." I watched as her pussy bulged and was then immediately immersed in hot urine; the other two women laughed and applauded as I spluttered in trying to avoid the salty golden shower, which Roxanne directed at my face as I writhed on the now warm and slippery tiles. Roxanne's pussy pulsed as she squirted every last drop onto to me. She then sat on the edge of the toilet bowl and took great pleasure in having me lick her clean. The women then had me kneel as they laughed at my piss drenched hair and hosed me down with the shower head; I was dried roughly with a towel and Myrna took the leash.

"Now we'll teach you to make a mess of my wet-room." I was led to the stairs; my cock stiffening to rigidity as Rose and Roxanne ascended first, canes in hand, allowing me a beautiful view of their womanly attributes as they stepped slowly up with deliberation. Myrna then led with the leash at its furthest extent, and I followed on all fours as I watched the magnificent leather clad shape ascend; her superb arse and thighs bulging in the tight leather, her other hand holding the long flexible cane which I would be thrashed with. Myrna's face was one of supreme satisfaction as she had me kneel before her by the bed on which I would be punished. I was made to kiss the cane and then her feet, much to the delight of the two other women. A wicked smile cut across Myrna's face.

"Beg me to thrash you. I know you want it. Tell us all how you deserve to be caned." I looked up at the supreme figure before me; just two days earlier she had been out shopping, her life mundane, now she was about to fulfil one of her most erotic desires. She had been ill-treated by males before, and she would ensure I suffered severely on their behalf; I would know physical and mental torture and she would be in her element in serving punishment. I looked at her camel-toe, beautifully outlined and bulging in the leather, seeming to express the superiority of her sex. I was yearning to be thrashed by her.

"Please Mistress Myrna, I beg you, please thrash me, I deserve to be punished by all women." Myrna sneered and pointed the bed as the other two laughed at my pathetic admission; they would enjoy their part in breaking me all the more. I lay on the bed, my cock rigid beneath me, as Myrna strutted and cut the air with her cane, making me tense and my balls tingle with anticipation. Myrna smirked in triumph.

"Oh, you love that sound don't you? Blanche has told me how you love to be punished by her; I intend to be just as thorough. We will have you crying like a baby, and you will disgrace yourself on the sheets in honour of your submission to women. You will not disappoint me. I shall now begin your punishment." Rose and Roxanne watched eagerly as Myrna raised the cane above her head with a smile of utter contentment. Her pussy tingled with pleasure in the hot sticky leather as she began the realisation of a fantasy, previously only dreamed of mid masturbation. Her tight leather outfit creaked subliminally, adding to my fear and excitement, as the newly established dominatrix brought the cane down mercilessly. I howled with pain and writhed as the cane was brought down again and again by the smiling Myrna. The other two women toyed with themselves as they watched the red lines blush into colour with each cut of the vicious woman's application.

My cock rubbed the sheets in a mixture of agony and ecstasy as I wailed like a child and writhed on the bed as the delicious sound of the cane announced each venomous stinging arrival. My tears flowed unashamedly as I watched Myrna flex and stroke in her black leather, her smiling face, ecstatic with spite in completely dominating me would ensure I messed in her honour very shortly.

Myrna laughed excitedly as she saw me begin to hump the sheets as the spasms of my orgasm began; the pleasure now outweighing the pain, my tortured cheeks now numbing despite Myrna's relentless thrashing. She now applied the cane with a fresh vigour, cutting lower across the back of my upper thighs in an attempt to spoil the ecstasy of my ejaculation. Myrna panted as she stroked, with her engorged pussy bringing her close to orgasm herself, as the leather stretched and worked itself against her clitoris with the effort of her movement.

I looked through bleary eyes at her supreme enjoyment and moaned with a different tone as I duly spent in submissive ecstasy, again and again, writhing in my slippery mess as Myrna stroked me to an erotic crescendo. The two other women laughed and applauded as I disgraced myself to order. Myrna stepped back and began to slowly unlace her boots as first Rose, then Roxanne, thrashed me too as I wallowed in my sticky mess. Both women applied my punishment with the vigour I had come to expect, and the Viagra ensured my cock did not stay deflated for more than a minute. By the time Roxanne had tired of brandishing her cane, I was already yearning to come once more.

Myrna was now naked from the waist down. She spread her legs and held my head to her eager and highly scented pussy, shiny with the juices of her arousal. I was made to thank her for the caning and then licked her victorious pussy to orgasm, which did not take long at all; Myrna wrapping her delectable thighs about my head as she moaned in absolute pleasure; the caning fresh in her mind.

The three women subjected me to many humiliations throughout the day, and I was made to promise that I'd make myself available to them in any spare time I may have, dependent on where I was to reside after the fortnight. When returned to Blanche, Myrna took great pleasure in advising her that I'd messed her sheets and deserved to be punished. Blanche advised she would be more than glad to oblige. 



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 16



As the morning of fourteenth day arrived, I cowered at Blanche's feet and kissed them again and again. In just two weeks the women had seized the element of my submissive nature and trained and broken my will completely. I was on the point of begging Blanche to allow me to see the noose again; I would rather have been despatched than go back to Cherie, her mother was truly in complete and utter control of me. As I looked up to her she smiled down with dominant satisfaction, dressed in black lace and chiffon; a black corset holding her waist tightly, her pussy on show through fine black lace panties. She seemed to know exactly what was going through my mind, as my lips parted when I looked up at the supreme woman.

"Don't you dare beg on what may be your last day with me. The ladies will be arriving soon; Cherie and Chuck won't be here till late this afternoon and we shall have a full and exciting day. Now you may sniff my pussy while you think about the canings you have had from me and my friends. If you beg for anything, you'll beg for a caning." She took my head as I knelt up and caressed my hair as I sniffed enthusiastically at her womanly aroma. It was apparent that she was already aroused; I knew then that this was to be a special day, I had not had the honour of witnessing her sweet arousal so early in the day before; Blanche was excited about something. My cock bulged in the cage adorned with 'Property of Blanche'; how I yearned to be wearing it tomorrow. She pressed my nose into her soft folds.

"Whatever becomes of you, you'll always remember my scent. Now you kneel at the window and await our guests." As per my first day I knelt obediently at the window to witness the arrival of the women, many of whom I now knew intimately. As the women began to arrive, my cock dribbled in the cage, and my anus clenched at the tight butt-plug with a renewed fear. The thought and excitement of seeing so many dominant women made me yearn for humiliation, and punishment. Agnes arrived, dressed in a tight black satin Chinese style dress; her scornful look at me in the window as she clenched her riding crop had my balls tingling. Her sissy was also dressed in a black French maid's outfit; her eyes red from a recent chastisement, her tiny dress high up and frilled, displaying panties which in turn displayed a small bulge to the fore; the remnants of a hormone induced destruction of former masculinity.

She managed a soft smile at me which had my cock buzzing with a strange desire I had not known until seeing her. Miranda arrived looking more dominant and elegant than I had ever seen her before, wearing a short black leather skirt, black silk blouse, low cut with chiffon displaying her large cleavage; her hair in a bun, black cane sweeping alongside her long legs in seamed stockings. She was accompanied by Myrna who wore a full length black silk cape and mortar board, a severe look of pleasure emanating from behind her stern glasses as she flexed the cane she carried. Was this to be some form of dominatrix graduation?

It struck me that each and every woman was wearing black; though many had worn the same on my initiation day, today was uniformly black. Two large cars pulled up, two red lipped and stern looking women remained seated in the one vehicle, both lighting cigarettes as they stared at me with contempt at the window.

Arabella alighted from the other car with a broad smile on her face; she wore a short black skirt with black knee-length pointy boots with long heels, a black silk blouse with no bra; her nipples pointing like thumbs as she opened the rear hatch and pulled the gimp out on his leash. She looked particularly sinister as her outfit was finished by a small black mask which covered her eyes. The gimp was naked except for his usual black full face leather mask and frilly tail which hung from the butt plug tight in his arse. My cock buzzed as her arrival was suddenly greeted by loud applause from the now large crowd of women. I was now allowed to turn and face the delicious array of stern women; each of them could summon the cream from my balls within sixty seconds.

Blanche brought Myrna over to me; she swayed slightly making the black silk shimmer as she viewed me with utter contempt. Blanche smiled with satisfaction as she saw me swallow hard in awe of this naturally dominant woman who had shown me my place so thoroughly.

"Myrna here will officially become a member of our group today. Today of all days; which will be a very special one. We thought it fitting that she should be here today. As part of her introduction to the circle I intend that she thrashes you again while all the women watch. You'd like that wouldn't you?" Myrna looked supreme and sneered as she awaited my response. My arse tingled and clenched as I remembered my last encounter.

"Yes Mistress Blanche, I would love to have Myrna thrash me again, while all the women watch." Myrna smiled contentedly and pushed her breasts forward in the soft hanging silk, showing me nipples erect and hard with excitement. She was relishing thrashing me again.

The attention now centred firmly on the gimp; It was with some jealousy, my cock bulging as I watched the once proud Headmaster kiss the feet of his mistress and the other women as they summarily whipped and tormented him with a venom unforeseen before. He whinged as never before when two women wheeled out the caning bench for his inspection; this was not what the broken and defeated male yearned to see. Arabella leaned over it and lifted her short skirt, sliding her panties down her thighs. The gimp was invited to lick her anus prior to the noose ritual. The women gathered close eager to her him beg; the torture of a male who had once caned young girls was especially sweet.

Arabella's eyes shone through the mask with exquisite satisfaction as she savagely caned the prostrate cur; he having begged with real submissive earnest on this occasion. The women laughed and jeered at his pathetic weakness; he was truly broken.

Arabella pointed to the cellar door, and duly led the gimp down by leash on all fours; her total dominance over the feeble male so complete and without question. An eager procession of equally superior women followed, dressed in black leather, satin, silk and lace. I was all but down on all fours ready for Blanche to take my leash when she looked at me and shook her head.

"Not this time. You and the sissy will remain here; I want you to witness something else." She smiled with an extra perverse satisfaction at the disappointment on my face, and then looked sternly at me. I would not disappoint her. She then moved to the window and gestured to the two women who had remained smoking in the other car which had arrived with Arabella. She opened the door to them before strutting down to the cellar to enjoy the show.

Four women rather than two appeared with a mummified wriggling body suspended from two poles. The body was unceremoniously dumped on the floor and the poles removed. Stocking clad feet and bound ankles were all that protruded from a black sack which shrouded the body; the cocoon was also bound at thighs, waist, and chest; a thick leather collar about the neck for good measure. Muffled cries could be heard as the four women tended the captive; all dressed uniformly in leather riding trousers and boots, with tight leather waist-coats and puffed sleeved white blouses. Each looking like Meg Myles as she appeared in 'Satan in High Heels', they smiled viciously as they caned the writhing, helpless, sack; I was unsure if the cries were in pain or ecstasy.

The figure continued to moan as the women teased the sissy and I with the canes before leaving. All was now very quiet apart from the occasional stern murmurings and muffled laughter which reverberated from the cellar below.

The sissy and I knelt facing the wretch in the sack, not daring to make any sound; we knew the interned soul would be male despite the nylon stockings. As my arse clenched about the plug and my balls tingled with an expectancy of what may be to come, I was suddenly startled by a tumultuous resonating roar of female voices and delirious applause coming from the cellar below. My cock bulged and buzzed at the noise; the sissy bowed her head and sniffled in fear. Another ten minutes or so passed, with the hubbub below slowly decreasing, before the black procession started to emerge from the cellar. The women looked very pleased with themselves; all seemed very excited. Blanche came over to me with a broad, satisfied smile on her face. In her hands was a black bowl.

Agnes, Myrna, and Miranda followed with a throng of women smiling contentedly. Blanche's face turned to a sneer as she held the bowl under my face. The dominant women closed in to watch with wicked smiles as looked into the bowl to see a very generous offering of creamy white streaks and blobs of jizz. Blanche teased as the women giggled and laughed at my obvious predicament.

"If you want to have any chance of sniffing my pussy again you'll lick that bowl clean as if it were your last meal." I was about to start licking, when my eyes caught the last women leaving the cellar; the very last was Arabella, who had a supreme look of satisfaction about her; women were thanking her and patting her with approval as she closed the cellar door behind her. My cock pulsed and dribbled in the cage as I realised she was alone. Blanche laughed as she saw my face.

"Now will you lick my bowl?" The women laughed and jeered as I lapped at the still slightly warm sticky mess; each salty globule was savoured as I thought of Blanche's womanhood and wondered at the fate of the deliverer of my meal. I had the bowl shiny within a minute. Blanche wiped my face as though I were a small child and pulled my face into her pussy, which was extremely moist and aromatic now. I yearned to lick her as she caressed the back of my head; I was ready to come on hearing her next words. 

"It's time for Arabella to introduce us to a new pet. When she's done so, Myrna will cane you as promised; I know she'll be more than ready for it now." Myrna gave me a look of contempt as she teased my arse with her cane, while the other women formed a circle around the wriggling cocoon. They cheered and applauded her as she approached the bound wretch. She pulled the ties and released the bonds, her delicate fingers slowly unbuckling the tight leather collar, before whisking the sack from the figure. The woman laughed and jeered as a slightly built man was revealed, dressed in stockings, suspenders, bra and girdle; a full face leather mask the only thing hiding his shame. His cock caged; with several rings round his scrotum. He immediately cowered at the dominant Arabella's feet, kissing them as though his life depended on it. Arabella smiled with further satisfaction as she treated his arse to a few stinging strokes of her cane.

"Meet my new gimp. He is the previous owner of Huxley's Department Store, which as you know has a huge women's department with many items of lingerie. I had a tip off that the owner had a curious way of sampling the products that were to be sold. With some help from Miranda we managed to get some remote CCTV equipment installed, and it wasn't long before we found out that he had a certain fetish." The circle of women roared with laughter as the new gimp experienced group humiliation for the first time. 

" A few simple deliveries of DVD's soon had him begging for mercy; though he didn't expect to give himself up the way he has. After a few disciplinary lessons, he soon confessed his submissiveness like most men. His fate was sealed. I'm having a grand 'Under new management' re-opening of the store on Saturday; everyone here is most welcome to huge discounts." The women applauded once more as the gimp licked the feet of the woman who now owned him as much as the store which was now hers.

Blanche beckoned to Myrna, as she had me stand whilst my cage was removed. The women clapped in time as Myrna led me to the caning bench through an avenue of dominant women.



Owned by my Mother-in-Law Ch. 17



My humiliation was sublime as the jeering women clapped my approach to the caning bench, my cock rigid as I was led like a lamb to the slaughter by Myrna, her elegant mature form shimmering in the full-length black silk cloak; the erotic shape of her womanly buttocks teasing my eyes in the silk as she strode with magnificent deliberation. I was ordered to the bench and strapped down by wrists and ankles, allowing enough movement to ensure my squirming under the punishment would result in my inevitable disgrace. My head was fixed in the u shaped collar and Blanche approached my eager nostrils to further applause from the women.

"I would like everyone to welcome Myrna to our ever-growing circle of friends. As confirmation of her acceptance, she will now have my worthless son give up his feeble offering of masculinity in her honour. His disgrace will herald her union with us." The women cheered and clapped hysterically as Blanche softly made a union between my nose and her richly excited womanhood. I sniffed and panted at her wondrous and intoxicating scent, the day's dosage of Viagra ensuring my cock jutted rock hard between my belly and the leather. The crowd of women hushed as Myrna lifted her cane and commenced its sweet song. I bucked and thrust as the cane bit home again and again; the women laughing and sneering at my obvious pleasure at being punished before them; my time with the women had truly broken me and the pain was now exquisite, and welcomed by me as I sniffed Blanche's pussy through the tears.

I had become a cur and fully knew my place without question. I yearned to be the gimp and thought of the bowl as I was thrashed with gusto by the wicked Myrna, whose pussy was dribbling with supreme erotic pleasure as she applied each stroke with no mercy. The women started to clap in time once more, as I humped and squirmed in my lubrication as the cane was brought home, bringing me closer to orgasm. The pain became divine as my balls tensed and the heavenly rush of absolute ecstasy flooded through my tortured body, announcing my complete and utter worship of supreme womanhood.

They cheered and jeered with contented and spiteful delight as I let out a despairing moan of total defeat, and then messed in honour of the totally dominant Myrna, and the scent of my mature mistress. Myrna made sure I experienced the full pleasure of my orgasm; she did not relent with the wicked cane until she was sure I could spend no more.

I was released, my face soaked with tears and the juice from the woman I hoped would either keep me, or dispose of me before the day was out. Myrna sat centre-stage in a huge throne like chair, her legs splayed. She lifted her silk gown and I was allowed under it. She clasped my head and held me fast as I sniffed and lapped at her fully aroused and sweet smelling flower; she clasped her legs about me as she moaned with abject and wanton pleasure, as she was immersed in a victorious orgasm. The women cheered as she shuddered and gasped in ecstasy; her eyes closed and mouth wide open as she basked in her dominance over me. I was led away to the window once more as the women toasted Myrna's triumphal membership. 

Though they appeared to now relax and enjoy a few drinks, I knew my humiliation was far from over.

I knelt at the window for an hour or so, and my heart sank when a car I recognised rolled into the drive. Cherie and Chuck had arrived. Cherie burst out laughing and Chuck joined in too when she pointed to me, naked at the window. Blanche took my Leash and positioned me toward the rear of the lounge, about seven feet from partition doors. The women clapped and shook Cherie and Chuck's hands as they entered; some remarking on how they had enjoyed the show from last week. Cherie strutted over to me and slapped my face hard. 

"Kiss my feet you useless creep. I hope you have behaved well. Did you enjoy the show too? I hope so, because we have another treat for you!" Blanche and the other women laughed with glee, as the partition doors were opened and a King-size bed was wheeled out. The women whistled and clapped deliriously as Chuck and Cherie stripped off. Blanche pulled my leash taut as I was made to watch my own wife climb onto the bed with her boyfriend; the women licked their lips as they witnessed his huge cock in the flesh. I looked at the sweet pussy and arsehole of my petit wife, to which my tongue had been no stranger, as she lay back unashamedly in front of me and the crowd of women. The women there took great pleasure in stating the obvious to me, telling me how my wife was going to be fucked by a proper man.

Myrna teased my cock with the cane which had pleased me earlier. I basked in the humiliation as she pointed to my cock rising in honour of the show. How those women laughed at my pathetic erection, and the fact that I was excited at seeing my own wife fucked before a crowd who knew I was the husband.

Cherie looked me full in the face as Chuck eased his massive cock into her tight pussy. Her own mother stood proudly as she witnessed her daughter's sublime pleasure at being fucked by a real man, whilst her puny-cocked and submissive husband was held in complete control by a 62 year old woman. Cherie moaned with deep satisfaction as Chuck's huge member slid glistening, in and out of her moist pussy, nursing her clitoris toward a beautiful orgasm. The women watched intently, many nursing their own pussies as Chuck also began to moan. He pumped his huge cock with more urgency now as Cherie stared with an open-mouthed smile at her wimp of a husband watching her fucked as he never could, and never would.

My cock dribbled as the women laughed at me; my humiliation divine, I wanted to hear my wife brought to orgasm by another man. Neither I nor the women were to be disappointed; Blanche toyed with my taught leash as she switched her view from ecstatic daughter to shamed and humiliated son, her smile more triumphant than I had ever seen. Myrna continued to nurse my cock and I was close to coming myself.

Cherie wailed in complete ecstasy as she fought to focus on my face as she reached the point of no return. The women did the same and sneered in satisfaction. As Chuck moaned long and deep, Blanche ensured my humiliation was brought home completely.

"There, Cuckolded before a crowd of women, including your very own wife's mother. Doesn't that feel good? I want you to thank me for allowing you to watch" I gasped as my stiff cock dribbled and the women laughed as they waited for my reply. Cherie and Chuck writhed and moaned as his huge cock delivered its cream deep into my wife.

"Thank you Mistress Blanche, thank you for allowing me to watch my wife being fucked." The women roared with laughter and applauded the show from all three participants. Chuck slowly withdrew his cock, shiny and cream covered. He gave me a broad and satisfied smile as he left the bed. Agnes nodded approval at her sissy, who eagerly took Chuck's still erect cock and lovingly sucked it clean.

Cherie looked up at me as she recovered, and wagged her finger in my direction. My cock pulsed close to orgasm as Blanche laughed and pulled my leash in the direction of the bed. The women burst into loud applause as I was led to my wife. I would now do my duty and clean her.

Cherie lifted her legs and pointed to her well-used pussy, bright pink and oozing warm jizz. 

"What are you waiting for, clean me up now!" I wasted no time and sniffed at the fragrance I had come to know so well, which was now blended with tangs of ammonia and the unmistakable whiff of fresh spunk. The women cheered at my complete humiliation as I licked the salty mess from my wife's pussy; spunk which had just been deposited by her black boyfriend. Blanche held my head and ensured I serviced her daughter efficiently, my cock buzzed as the women jeered while I swallowed every last drop, savouring the sweet tang of the cream which had dribbled around her delectable arsehole.

Cherie slapped my face for good measure when I'd done; the face which was then displayed to the surrounding women by Blanche, shiny and sticky with the cream of another man's balls, licked from my own wife's expertly fucked pussy. My cock stiffened as I was treated to the sneers and laughter of superior women.

As I knelt and lowered my head Blanche went to a drawer and passed some paperwork to Cherie who laughed aloud and gave her approval as she cuddled Chuck. Blanche led me over to and had me sign something. Cherie signed also and slapped my sticky face three times for good measure. My balls tingled with a mixture of fear and anticipation as Blanche asked for hush as she advised of what had been signed.

"I have pleasure in announcing that my Daughter is to be divorced from this worthless wretch. He has just signed to say that she will keep everything he owns. I have already contacted the local paper to ensure everyone who ever knew him will be able to see the details of the divorce petition, which he will not contest. It advises that Cherie will divorce him on the grounds of adultery. It appears he has been having an affair with his Mother-in-Law, with whom he has now moved in with!" The women applauded loudly and I kissed Blanches feet again and again. She would now own me completely. She looked down at me with a wicked affection.

"You may masturbate at my feet now." I duly stroked my cock as the women laughed. My humiliation was just beginning.



Owned By One



she waits for her Master, her body positioned as she was told just before He left. she is on her knees, thighs spread wide, forehead touching the cool floor , arms stretched out to either side of her. This is Master's favorite position as it leaves her ass high in the air and her cunt spread open for inspection and use. her ears pick up His footsteps as He walks into the room, heels clicking loudly on the cement floor. His footsteps stop just behind her. she feels His eyes roam over her body, remaining perfectly still under His gaze. A slow smile spreads across her face as she feels His hands reach down caressing her buttocks; big, strong hands caressing, squeezing, spreading them apart His thumbs running down between them. His thumbs pressing gently against the rosebud, before He swats her once on the ass His hands letting go of her. He walks around to her side stopping just before her outstretched arm leaning down to attach a leash to the collar around her neck, tugging on it lifting her to her knees her hands immediately going under her on all fours now. she follows the tug of the leash crawling behind Him. He stops in the center of the room, removing the leash and attaching her collar to the iron ring in the floor. she looks up to Him a question in her eyes.....her lips part to ask her question.....before the words can leave her mouth He slips a bit gag in securing it around the back of her head. 

"No pet, no questions tonight. you will submit to me, without the questions you always seem to have." 

she nods her head, her cheek rubbing against the cold floor. 

"That's better, pet."

Slowly He moves around her grasping her wrist stretching it towards a stake in the floor she had not noticed til now. Quickly, He slips the leather cuff around her wrist securing it to the stake, moving around her and doing the same to her free wrist. Strangled sounds come from her as her support is taken from under her, her full breasts hitting the floor, nipples hardening instantly almost painfully hard. She turns her head from side to side noticing that her arms are stretched at a downward angle, all the while listening as He moves. her leg muscles twitch as He runs a finger lightly down the back of her thigh, over her calf down to her ankle. His fingers wrap tightly around her ankle slowly pulling her leg out and upwards securing the second cuff attached to the stake to it. She winces as her leg is pulled nearly horizontal, her moans muffled by the gag. He chuckles lightly as He moves to her free limb securing that one too, her legs spread wide displaying her ass and smoothly shaven pussy.

she thinks a million thoughts as she hears Him walk away, only to hear Him return with what sounds like a cart the wheels squeaking and wobbling. Listening, as He rummages through the thing on top of the cart, she wonders what it is He is looking for. Jerking against the bonds, she cries out softly against the gag, feeling His fingers slide between her ass cheeks sliding something long and narrow into her ass. She wiggles her hips slightly adjust to the feel of it, breathing a sigh of relief as it's in deep but not too deep. All of a sudden a warm liquid is flowing into her, filling her bowels to capacity.........groaning against the gag feeling as though she will burst any second it stops. 

"Hold it in, pet, not a single drop escapes."

Nodding her head yes she clenches her ass muscles tightly around the nozzle as He pulls it out of her, shoving a large plug into her ass immediately. Her eyes grow wide feeling herself stretched wider than ever before, groaning loudly against the gag. 

"You like that, pet?"

she tries to respond her words unintelligible due to the gag.

"It would seem you are at a loss for words, pet", He chuckles. "But, it does sound like those are grunts of pleasure." He continues.

His last word punctuated by one last forceful push against the plug. A low moan coming from her. Lightly slapping her on the ass He moves back a bit, stepping to where she can see Him from the corner of her eye. His hands reaching for His belt, undoing the buckle and removing it from His pants with a 'swoosh'. Her eyes sweep shut, the last thing she sees is Him folding the belt in half.

"Open them", He says sharply. "Watch me, pet, enjoy seeing it as it happens."

she whimpers helplessly, His words sending a twinge of pleasure through her. her cunt wet just from His words. Watching as He begins to run the belt over her cheeks, the leather swooshing back and forth caressing her gently. She notices His biceps tensing, arm drawing back, then in a flash the leather comes down cracking over her cheeks.

'SMAAAACCCCCKKKKK'

The leather stings across her ass, the first strike making her gasp as she can already feel her buttocks growing warm she knows it will be days before she will be able to sit comfortably.

'SMMMMAAAAAACCCKKKKKK'

Harder this time the leather belt comes down on her ass, hitting her at an angle that pushes the plug in her in her a little deeper reminding her how full she is there.

SMMMMAAAAAACCCCKKKKK'

her eyes never leave Him watching the belt arc through the air before it lands on her ass. She wiggles and strains against the bonds her ass now a light pink, where it was creamy white before. 

'SMMMMAAAACCCCKKKK'

'SMMMMMAAAAACCKKK'

'SMMMMAAAACCCCKKKK'

she feels the leather bite into her skin over and over again as it strikes her creamy white buttocks, criss crossing them with bright red welts.

'SSSSMMMMAAACCKKKKK'

she watches His arm draw further back this time the belt whistling thru the air coming down to land on her cheeks.....

'CCRRRRRRAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK'

she yelps, tears welling up in her eyes, her body writhing against the floor as much as her bonds will allow. her wet cunt rubbing against the smooth cement. Slowing down He drags the belt over her wet lips, her body responding to the light touch of the leather, arching her ass into the air as high as she can. Slowly, He turns the belt sideways the edges catching on her swollen clit. Whimpering uncontrollably, her body begs for more, she peers at Him watching as He steps behind her. Kneeling between her outstretched legs His hands slowly travel over them, moving higher till just His fingertips brush her wet cunt.......she cries out softly against the gag.... His hands move quickly undoing His pants, His arousal taking over He shoves them down over His hips, scooching forward a bit more His legs sliding underneath her thighs raising her cunt and ass higher before grasping His hard cock running the engorged head up and down her wet slit then plunging to the hilt in one stroke.....her eyes widen as she shudders in pleasure, a low raspy moan making its way through the gag. He slides one hand softly up over her back, her head turns watching His hand move over her shoulder, His fingers run thru her hair that is hanging down between her shoulder blades, caressing the silky strands. Slowly pulling His cock out of her wet cunt till just the tip remains, wiggling around a bit teasing her, feeling her body strain against Him. He plunges all the way into her, grabbing a fistful of hair yanking back. Her head snaps back, collar tightening around her neck, shivering as He fills her greedy little cunt. He starts pistoning His hardness in and out of her, one hand pulling her hair the other pushing hard against the plug in her ass, intensifying the feeling of her bowels being stretched to bursting, listening to her whimpers and moans echo off the walls. 

He turns her head sharply, 'listen to me pet,' as He stops moving inside her holding Himself firmly inside her pushing the plug in even deeper. she inhales deeply as His cock and the plug rub against each other. 'you are Mine, don't ever doubt that,' she catches the devilish smile on His face from the corner of her eye. she feels Him withdraw His cock from her cunt almost completely, 'this cunt is Mine, pet, to use or not use as i see fit.' He thrusts forward harder this time going deeper than before eliciting a high pitched moan. 'This ass is mine,' He says as He tugs gently on the plug 'I will use it as I see fit.' Thrusting the plug back in her ass filled to capacity with the warm liquid. A groan catching in her throat, eyes rolling back as she feels so deliciously filled in her ass and cunt. A finger trails up her back, 'and My pet,' He reaches up slipping His finger in past the gag 'this sluttly lil mouth of yours is Mine to fill with a gag or My cock, perhaps both it is Mine as the rest of your body is to use as I see fit.' she tries to suck His finger her tongue wiggling against it, He removes it from her mouth quickly bringing His hand down on her already tender ass. 'No pet, you will not take what i have not said you could have.' she whimpers at the sharp sting. He begins to move faster now pummeling in and out of her cunt. Deep guttural sounds come from her as her orgasm nears, her breath short and shallow, she waits to hear the words.....she knows she must wait. she hears Him panting behind her as He takes her His movements becoming jerky, she feels Him swell inside her. 

'Now pet, cum for Me now.' He grits out between clenched teeth as she feels Him explode inside her filling her cunt full of cum, spurt after spurt coating her insides. her eyes drifting shut, head hanging limply forward as waves of pleasure wash over her......her cunt spasming around His cock milking every last drop from Him. Gently, He lays her head back to the floor, collapsing on top of her, her eyes wide open yet not focusing on anything heart beating so hard feels like it'll jump from her chest. His breathing raspy in her ear, T/they both lay there recovering from the intense orgasms. He reaches over undoing the two cuffs on her left side before reaching over and undoing the right ones. His hands move lightly, tenderly over her massaging her sore muscles. Reluctantly, He rises up off of her reaching down scooping her into His arms carrying her to the bathroom setting her down on feet. she wobbles a bit her legs still not fully recovered, He helps her sit. 

'you may remove the plug now, pet' He tells her. she reaches around quickly removing the large plug wincing as she does, a look of relief quickly passes over her face as the liquid rushes out of her. He reaches over turning on the shower running warm water helping her up into the shower, climbing in behind her He holds her tight in His arms for a bit before reaching for the soap and running it gently over her body as she leans weakly against Him. He washes T/them both quickly turning the water off reaching for two large fluffy towels wrapping her up in one, and the other around His waist. 

He dries her off rubbing the towel over her briskly, then taking her by the hand leads her out the other door into the bedroom. Tenderly, He kisses her on the top of her head as He tucks her into the large bed, before climbing in the other side Himself taking her back in His arms. she sighs contently, molding her body to His knowing she is safe within His arms as she drifts off to sleep He kisses her once more closes His eyes joining her in slumber.