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Property

By: GvilleWriterGuy



Author's note. Since this story is focused on a fantasy I have about a real woman, I will simply refer to her as M. One day, when I have her permission (and her over my knee, efg), I will repost it using her name. Until then, I must respect her privacy; but yet I cannot bring myself to use a phony name for her.

She is over my knee, naked save her collar. I am still in my work clothes, shoes, tie and all. I haven't had time to shower yet. My pattern was disrupted when I came home and found my sub breaking the rules.

M, my pet, gets off work thirty minutes before I do. We have established that she has plenty of time to come home, shower, start dinner, and be waiting for me, naked but for her collar, on her knees inside the front door. Sometimes I need to be sucked off when I first walk in the door, other times I just pat her on the head and send her into the kitchen. Once in a while I'll have her bathe me, or strip me and give me a tongue bath (only in those instances when I'm feeling particularly demanding and evil).


But when I came home she was on the phone with her friend. 

When I entered she looked at me, her eyes wide. She was sitting on the counter, legs crossed at the ankle. Her legs were smooth and pale white, very nice. Her body was supple and freshly scrubbed her pubic area cleanly shaven. She had her shoulder length hair back in a loose ponytail on the back of her head. As per my household rules, she wore no makeup. I allowed her to paint her nails every other day, a new color on her fingers and toes (they always had to match), but she only wore makeup when I instructed her to do so.

"I've got to go, Cindy," M said quietly. "Ok, I'll call you later. Bye."

None of M's friends knew how she liked her sex life. She kept it a secret that she needed to be used, to be owned and treated like property. On some level it embarrassed her, but on another level she needed it, couldn't be satisfied without it. 

She hung up and sunk to the floor, sunk to her knees, and her eyes sunk to my feet. Her shoulders trembled a little, as she slid her hands behind her back and locked her fingers.

"I'm sorry, sir," she whispered. "I was waiting for you, and the phone just rang. I must have lost track of…"

I grabbed her by the ponytail and pushed her face to my shoes. She kissed them and pleaded for mercy.

It was bullshit. But the begging was part of the fun. Well, most of the fun if I'm being perfectly candid. 

"Over here, bitch. NOW!" I barked, and walked away. She crawled after me, dogging my heels, still whining. "And shut your slutty mouth."

"Yes, sir," she murmured. I have always instructed her to call me 'sir' instead of 'master'. I used to rely on 'master' for my pets until I acquired a black subby. Call my politically correct, but it made me a little uncomfortable to have her call me 'master', especially when I was whipping her, so from then I switched to 'sir' and never looked back. I find there is a stigma of distance and respect that is instilled in our usage of the word.

I pulled my belt out of the loops and sat on the loveseat. I patted my lap, as if summoning my dog. Looking sheepish, M crawled up onto my lap and thrust her ass up into the air.

I whipped her ass until it was glowing and red. She made whimpering noises deep in her throat; my favorite. I set the belt down and used my hand, pausing to admire my red handprint in between strokes. Finally, after a dozen sharp slaps, I felt her chest start to heave. She was reaching her limit.

I pulled her thighs apart and stuck my finger into her twat. She was gooey, oozing enough juice to drown the little man in the boat. I pinched her thigh, twisted it, and pulled her legs farther apart. She had to rest on her hand to keep her balance, as I pulled one leg off the floor to leave her sopping pussy wide open and exposed. 

Then I smacked it. She yelped. I smacked it again.

"Who do you belong to?" I asked quietly.

"You, sir. I belong to you."

"You are my property."

"I…" her breath hitched, "I am your property. Body and soul, yours."

I grabbed the knot of her hair and jerked her head back.

"Say it again."

"I am your property, sir."

I let her head go, and traced her red ass. I wrote words on it with the tip of my finger.

"Maybe this weekend I'll finally take you in and have some work done. Would you like that, pet?" I teased her. It was a constant threat, something I held over her head. "I'll take you to the tattoo parlor and we'll get 'PROPERTY OF N' (full name withheld) inked across your ass. I still need to think of something for the other ass cheek, but we'll wait another month for that."

She moaned. I pushed her off my lap. She landed in a heap, and quickly scrambled back into proper position. I scratched her head lovingly.

"Or maybe…" I touched her lips, and she opened her mouth like a good pet. I pinched her tongue and pulled it out. "Maybe its finally time for you to get your tongue pierced. I think you owe that to me, at least."

Her eyes were wet; with fear and excitement. They always went hand in hand with my sweet M. "Yes, sir," she half cried. "Whatever you desire."

"That's right, M," I said sweetly. I grabbed her chin and raised her eyes to meet mine. Such pretty eyes, especially when wet with tears. "Whatever I desire, is what you will do. And tonight, as part of your punishment, you don't get to come."

Her eyes got even sadder.

"This is fair punishment, is it not?"

"I'm so sorry, sir," she lowered her head again, and kissed my shoes. "Please don't do that. I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything, sir!" she cried.

Oh, what a lovely dance it is. 

"You'll suck my ass, tongue fuck my hole?"

"Yes, sir."

"You'll be my urinal?"

She paused, scared. We'd never actually gone that far before. "Yes, sir," she said finally.

"Interesting. Well, pet, if you do as told and are a very good girl maybe I'll let you come later."

Relief washed over her flushed features. Her eyes glittered.

"Now undress me."

She untied my shoes with her mouth, kissed my sweaty feet when they were bare. She used her hands to undress me fully, and then put them behind her back.

"Now do what you do best, slut."

She opened her mouth and sucked my cockhead between her full, warm lips.

"Wait," I pushed her forehead away. "Go and get your lipstick. The red."

She crawled into the bedroom, and came back a moment later with a tube of red in her mouth. I took it from her, and she got back on her knees.

"What is it you do best, slut?"

"Suck your cock, sir."

"What are you, M?"

"I'm your cock sucking whore, sir."

"Good girl," I cooed. I held her chin steady, and thickly applied the red lipstick. I smeared it, coated it generously. "Now get to work."

I held her hair loosely as she began to lick and suck. I got hard almost instantly, and pulled roughly on her hair to jam my cock down her throat. She gagged, but quickly recovered. Pulling out, she let loose a thick wad of bubbly saliva that ran down the side of my dick. I face-fucked her, jerking on her hair, for a few minutes, then let go of her hair and let her work. She was good. Damn good. Maybe the best cocksucker I'd ever had. She was worth keeping around, I had long since decided. Maybe one day I would tell her as such.

As she sucked, I let my mind drift to the evening to come. She had broken the rules, and unfortunately for her I was feeling a certain devilish ingenuity coming over me. I thought about all the things I would make her do for me: fuck her ass with a dildo as I watched; writing on her with lipstick and maybe even black marker (laying out designs for future brandings, perhaps); her food and water coming out of a dish on the kitchen floor at my feet; having her play end table as I set an ashtray and a cold beer on her back, and leaving her as such as I watched television; a round or two with the riding crop; and a long session with her tonguing my asshole.

As for her rimjobs, I find them pleasant feeling, but not as spectacular as watching her work. She despises doing it. I keep myself clean, of course, but she finds it the most degrading thing of all. Sometimes she will cry as she does it, and this always pleases me to no end.

My mind came back to the present, as M throated my cock time and again, over and over, until I felt the end coming. So did she; and she sunk lower on her knees, tilted her head and opened her mouth wide so I could watch myself spurt deep into her mouth. The jizz pooled up under her tongue and around her bottom teeth. She looked at me pleadingly. I let her look for a few moments.

"You may swallow," I nodded to her, and she did.

"Thank you, sir," she murmured, feeling sexy and looking it, as well.

"Now you've had your dinner, it's time for mine. Go and fetch it."

She hopped to her feet and busied herself in the kitchen. I relaxed for a few minutes, watching her pink ass sway as she prepared my food, and then got up to go into the shower. 

It was going to be a hell of a night.

Property



"You know what to do." 

With those words, I began my journey into slavery. I was completely alone with my Master for the first time, about to experience fully my role as his owned property. We had discussed this moment, and I did indeed know what to do. There wasn't much ceremony involved – all that was required of me was to strip and kneel, and follow the instructions that he gave. I knew I would be penetrated anally as the first step in my servitude, something I had never experienced before. I was nervous and unsure in this completely new situation, but my apprehension was tempered by elation – one of my deepest fantasies was about to come true.

Taking a deep breath, I did what I had been instructed to do. I removed my shirt and pants while he watched. I felt embarrassed that I was going to be completely naked in my Master's presence, but I knew that I didn't have a choice. I had to do this – he expected it, and I certainly didn't want to back out of this situation now! More than anything I wanted to be owned by him in the manner which he had chosen. I swallowed my fears as I removed my bra, letting it fall to the floor, and then slid my panties down and stepped out of them. Sneaking only a peek at Master out of the corner of my eye, I assumed the submissive position he had requested. I knelt, my legs spread wide, my hands clasped behind my back, and my head lowered. It was an incredibly submissive and erotic position, one that was meant to emphasize my role as his slave and property. I was intensely aware of Master's presence, wondering if he was pleased with my submission and what he would instruct me to do next. I didn't have to wonder long. 

"Close your eyes." Master's tone was commanding, and I felt myself obeying him instinctively. My eyes closed and my breath caught in my throat as this experience began in earnest. I heard rustling sounds, and I worried a bit about what he was up to. I soon sensed him standing over me. I felt his warm hand, covered by something unbelievably soft, teasing my breasts and nipples. I realized it was a small fur, something he had promised to bring. I took another deep breath, relaxed, and just enjoyed the sensation. The softness of the fur was soothing as he worked it over me, gently stroking the fullness of my breasts. But the sensation of feeling my Master's hands on me was also intensely erotic. My nipples are incredibly sensitive, and the combination of the warmth of his hand and the softness of the fur began to harden them. My pussy grew even wetter than it already was. Maybe Master noticed my arousal, or maybe he was just ready to use me, but he soon put the fur down and stood up.

His next instruction excited me even further. He told me to open my eyes and undo his pants. His commands were short, firm, and to the point, and I couldn't help but obey him immediately. Why would I want to do otherwise? I couldn't wait to be taken by him. Swallowing hard, I undid his belt and unzipped his pants. And finally, a scene which I had imagined in my masturbatory fantasies several times came true – I saw the cock that would very soon be taking my anal virginity. Master was unbelievably thick and hard, thicker than any man I'd ever had. I was worried – although he had been having me train my ass with butt plugs in preparation for this moment, I had been unable to take the largest one. His cock looked like it would never fit in my virgin ass. Despite my fears, I knew without a doubt that as a slave I would be used – and seeing Master's cock, I realized that I would be used well. 

I didn't have much time to worry further, as he issued his next command: "suck me, slave." I once again obeyed immediately. I licked my lips and opened my mouth as wide as I could (I had to, to be able to fit all of him in my mouth!). I slid my lips down his shaft, amazed at his size as his cock slid deeper toward my throat. He was so large, and tasted so good! I couldn't believe how much I loved his scent and taste, right from the first moment. I gently sucked his cock, bobbing my head slightly so my lips slid up and down his shaft. I took him as deep as I could, and even then was only halfway down the length of his member. I loved those first few minutes I spent sucking him – getting used to his taste, the feel of him in my mouth, and being completely servile and pleasing. After a few minutes spent pleasing him this way, he then instructed me to get the lube I had brought. As I retrieved it he removed his clothing. The moment I'd been waiting for was here – my ass was going to be invaded, and I had no idea what to expect.

Once he was fully naked, Master told me to lube his cock and my ass well. I should say here that Master looked wonderful naked, but I didn't have much time to enjoy the sight as I wanted to obey his instructions immediately. I squirted some of the gel into my hand, wrapped my fingers around his cock, and rubbed them up and down the shaft. I made sure to cover the tip of his cock especially well – I wanted the tip of that spear to have no trouble finding its way up my tight tunnel. I squirted more of the gel onto my fingers and lubed my ass, reaching around to slide a finger inside my hole. When I was good and lubed, Master instructed me to bend over and place my hands on the bed. "Here it comes," I thought. "I'm going to be fucked in the ass by my Master and become his property for good." I had never felt more vulnerable and submissive. But I also had a deep need to serve and please him, and this was the moment of truth. Would I be able to take him?

He first slid a finger into my ass, preparing me for him. One finger wasn't difficult for me to take, so he slid two fingers in. That stretched me a bit more, and as he fucked me with his fingers my worries began to subside. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but he would push me. Master didn't waste any more time. Positioning the tip of his cock in my hole, he began pushing his cock against me, slowly but firmly. I felt him pop past the ring of my anus, and then he quickly and easily slid his cock deep into my ass. My worries about being able to take him were completely forgotten as the bittersweet pain of my asshole stretching took over. I have never felt anything like it – the combination of pain and exquisite pleasure at being so thoroughly used. His cock was invading me in my most private place, and I knew now that my body was his to use. As my asshole stretched ever so slowly, I moaned and whimpered at the pain, but Master just shushed me and kept his cock where it was. I knew he was teaching me to accept my role as his slave. He was firm, but also kind, and as the pain lessened and was replaced with pleasure, I realized that I had done the right thing in submitting to him. I'd never felt so fulfilled (or so filled!) as a submissive.

Once my asshole was nice and stretched, my whimpers of pain began to be replaced by moans of pleasure. I began to thoroughly enjoy this submissive position – I was now kneeling on the bed, my face against the mattress, my ass in the air, as Master's cock invaded me. I felt him begin to fuck me slowly, whispering "mine" each time his cock slid deep into my ass. His balls slapped against me as his rhythmic fucking of my hole continued. I was so wrapped up in the pleasure of being used, I nearly forgot to fuck him back, but Master soon reminded me. I began moving my hips back and forth, fucking myself on his cock. Every now and then I felt a hard slap by Master on my ass, just because, and I knew he was enjoying breaking in his new slave. I loved it too – I wanted to do absolutely everything I could to please him. I would have taken more for him, but the final step in becoming his was imminent. Any pain I felt by being stretched and used, and any nervousness I might have had about becoming his owned property, was more than worth it when Master came hard, shooting his cum deep into my bowels. "You're mine now," he said. 

He had me stand up, and I felt his cum dripping from my freshly stretched ass. I was once and for all his slave. One more thing had to be done, though. Once we had absorbed the experience we'd just had, Master had me lay face down on the bed. He got out a marker – I knew what was coming, and got excited all over again. He spread my legs and knelt between them on the bed, and I soon felt the strokes of the marker on my ass. It was another intensely submissive position, and I felt the air on my pussy as I produced more juices. I waited obediently as the marker moved across my skin, guided by the firm hand of my Master. I bit my lip, anticipating the moment when I could stand up, look in the mirror, and see my new name written in thick black marker across my butt cheek – 'Property.'

This story, unlike my others, is true. Please remember to vote.



Property



Ruthie is my wife, lovely, young and beautiful, and we are happy with each other. But there is this one thing: she has these very submissive sexual fantasies. It's always been a problem with our love life. Or rather Ruthie's. My problem is that I can't match it. All I can do is hype her up, by whispering stories of how she's just my sex toy. 

But now, even that has become insufficient. She wants more. Often in bed she cries out under my ministrations, screams that I should use her body purely for my own sexual gratification, without mercy, without empathy, without tenderness. 

Story telling just isn't enough. 

Gradually it has become a burden. Our sex life is deteriorating. Sometimes I really try and play the dominant man of her dreams. But it doesn't work. I love Ruthie too much. I just can't be cruel like that. She knows and never buys my efforts at role-playing. It isn't real enough. 

I'm getting afraid of losing her. To the point of compassionate desperation. So much that I have proposed she should try and find herself an extra-martial lover, one that would fulfill her needs. I'd rather share her than loose her. 

Of course she protested. Cried in my arms. She wants only me. 

But in the end, she hesitatingly agreed.

So she put an ad on a dating site, although she was still filled with doubt. 

It took long before she dared to make a choice from the many reactions to her ad. But in the end she took a decision and picked a couple. They described themselves as dominant and contemptuous, which could well meet her urges. And I agreed that a married duo was more likely to limit the risk of jeopardizing our marriage. Neither of us aspired to that.

Then, after much more hesitation, and some prodding of me, Ruthie invited them over to get acquainted. I still had sincere doubts, but I love Ruthie dearly, and felt I should at least grant her a chance to act out her fantasies. 

Thus Ruthie prepared them dinner at our place. Tom and Laura they were called. As a matter of fact, they turned out to be a rather nice couple. I had to agree to that. And actually they were not bad looking either. 

Laura, rather petite, seemed lively like a frisky mountain brook, She was slightly younger than Ruthie. And I have to confess that during dinner I could not help thinking she was sexy too. An intelligent face. For me that's always important in a woman. It's one of the things that made me fall for Ruthie. I hate what they call dumb blondes. And Laura isn't like that at all. She has a sharp nose, big almond eyes that shine like gleaming coals when she smiles, and a wavy frame of black hair makes her a pleasure to look at. She works as an editor for a well-known literary publishing firm. Actually quite a pleasant woman to have around.

Tom's not so different in that respect. He is a computer specialist, or rather used to be. Climbed up to high management circles. He has a quiet, self-conscious, personality, a low baritone voice, a gray moustache, and is well build. A lean frame and no belly. His hair begins to grey, but as compensation his always open shirt reveals a rather manly bushy chest. 

On the occasion we talked quite openly. Right from the beginning. About their sex life and then about ours. They acknowledged what they had already written in their response to Ruthie's ad. They had quite dominant and commanding sexual fantasies. Since they both had those feelings, they could not act them out with each other. Ruthie and I exchanged a glance. We knew the problem. We had similar frustrations. 

So we told them. They laughed and it caused them to open up even more. The wine also helped. They even said they did find us attractive. 

That evening Tom, Laura, Ruthie and I became closer than I would have thought possible. Chances were that my Ruthie might actually mix well with them, especially when we all agreed that our marriages should not be endangered. Tom, smiling, reassured Ruthie: "Don't worry," he said, "we don't want to make love to you, we just want to fuck you." He can be rater crude at times and knows their effect. Ruthie blushed dark red. It was what she was looking for.

After they left I asked her about her thoughts. But she was already lost. Spoke almost as if in a trance. She admitted she already felt being the subject of their fantasies, and longed for them to act them out on her. 

Somehow her words, and her attractive smile when she said them, made my mind surrender. In a strange way Ruthie's feelings appeared somehow appealing. That night we made love in each other's arms like we hadn't done for a long time. 

So last Friday we took the decision, and asked them if maybe they wanted to come over and see if things would work out with Ruthie. 

***

A few days later they did.

Seating them on the sofa opposite us, I tried to make some small talk over drinks, but none us were very good at that. And sooner that I had thought Tom came to business. All of a sudden he asked me, no, told me in a surprisingly commanding voice, to undress Laura. 

He had taken the initiative. My heart began to boom.

I took a deep breath and looked Ruthie in the eyes. It suddenly felt like she had become a school child facing the headmaster. She turned red in an instant. 

I hesitated. This was Ruthie's game. Not mine. But on the other hand, Tom's order had not left me numb. It startled me that I actually found it arousing to obey. Not for Tom or Laura's sake, but for my want to excite Ruthie. 

She wavered when I touched her. Did she have second thoughts? But no, she didn't protest. Just slightly trembling, she closed her eyes. 

I think I trembled too when fumbling longer than I should with the zipper of her long dress. But I finally made it fall to her feet. Ruthie briefly opened her eyes wide, aroused and frightened. However, she bravely remained standing in her pretty underwear. 

I was awed by her courage. 

They told me to peal off her panties, unhook her bra, and then go down on my knees to take off her shoes. She should be barefooted. 

I noticed that Laura placed her hand on the bulge in her husband's jeans. No doubt it was a gesture of affection between them, and it caused me to feel excluded in a humiliating way. 

But curiously, when I realized they were pleasing themselves because of what I did to Ruthie, it heightened my arousal. 

No doubt Ruthie felt it even more.

Tom began to smile. He gazed with fascination at Ruthie's delectably denuded body. The bulge I his pants had grown, which did not surprise me. Ruthie indeed is extremely alluring when she is naked. Delicate round hips, a soft slightly sloped belly, thighs to bite in, and breasts to suck on, to sleep in, with those big nipples and large aureoles. And, to top it all, there is that marvel, that beautifully chiseled love-door she keeps bald for me as on the day she was born. 

Tom was mesmerized, completely forgetting his spouse next to him. But she brought him back, squeezing his bulge in obvious desire. He put his arm around her shoulders, and pressed her to his side. Thus they both remained sitting opposite us on that couch. Lost in awe, and silent for a long time, they looked at my lovely wife as if she was a piece of art.

Which she is.

Finally, Tom, in a throaty voice, told Ruthie to turn around and present to them them her backside. She turned around, complying obediently, still red faced. 

Now, finally, Tom and Laura came into action. Soon they were inspecting her like cheese in a shop, kneading Ruthie's fine body, inspecting her loins, feeling the soft flesh of her breasts, telling her to spread her thighs, and opening the cleft of her buttocks to reveal both her rosy ass-ring and her bald slit peeping out between her legs. I noticed she was moist. She shivered at each touch of their hands gliding over her body. But she held her own. This was her fantasy getting real. 

And Tom and Laura chuckled appreciatively.

I had withdrawn, and stepped aside as they inspected Ruthie. But the sight of their probing hands on my young wife's naked body, gave me an erotic kick, more violent than I had thought conceivable. My prick was hardening in my pants. It annoyed me, but I couldn't restrain it. 

Suddenly there was Laura's voice. "How about the guy, Tom?" she said, "You got the girl naked. Now I want that man of hers nude too." 

There was a brief silence. But then Tom kissed his wife affectionately and invited her. "Well my dear, why don't you undress him yourself?" 

I had not counted on that. In fact I had no clear idea about my role in this. I began to sweat all over, feeling blood rise to my face. But at the same time I thought, what the heck, this is a sexual game and exposing Ruthie's to our guests has made me hot, so I might as well join in. And, more importantly, wouldn't it be quite erotic to be undressed by such a sexy woman? Maybe I was more submissive than I would have admitted to myself. 

Suddenly, like a revelation, the thrill of humiliation forced itself on me, on my mind, on my persona. I could feel it in my balls. Ruthie and I would be in this together. 

As in a silent film I saw Laura approach. Smiling she touched me. I trembled when she unclasped my belt. I felt alarmingly vulnerable to be handled like that by a strange woman. 

When my pants fell down my legs, a wave of carnal confusion overtook me. I could not hide the ridge in my briefs. But Laura laughed happily at the embarrassing protrusion. "Look at that," she exclaimed, "He's excited... as excited as we are." Then, with a sudden sweep of her graceful arms, she lowered my underpants, exposing my straight standing member. I felt horrible and excited at the same time, having my weapon vigorously pierce the air right before our guests. Laura looked at it enthralled. Then, like in a happy child's play, she whacked it, making it swing like an inverted pendulum. 

Not much later I stood fully naked before them, just as my delicious wife. To my ambivalent dismay my erection had not diminished. If anything, it had become even more rigid, showing off its glistening head, as if wanting to present it as a gift to our guests. It was this more than anything, which made me lower my head in shame. 

Out of the the corners of my eyes I saw Ruthie's gorgeously appealing nudity close to me, heaving and lowering her luscious breasts as her breath accelerated. Her sexual body heat radiated to my skin. We exchanged a brief glance. She too was aroused. Her nipples were swollen and a drop of gleaming moisture trailed down the inner side of a luscious thigh. This was her fantasy materializing. And now I was in it too. 

We both lowered our heads, guilty as proven.

It was too much for Tom and Laura. They couldn't restrain themselves any more and jumped upon us. I found myself being thrown to the ground. And before I knew what happened Laura had lowered her self squarely on my face and mouth. She wasn't wearing any panties! I tasted the hairy flesh of her cunt, which suddenly filled my mouth. It felt dirty and smelled. Obviously she was in great sexual heat. With all the weight of her lower body she squashed my head, cutting off the air from my mouth and nose. I panicked and gasped for breath, trying to fight her off by clawing her firm thighs with both my hands. But she was too heavy, and began to grind herself all over my face. Just as I feared I would loose consciousness she suddenly convulsed in a drowning orgasm that forced me to swallow her juices. But it gave me a chance to dislodge her and I threw her off. She fell like a rag doll in between me and Ruthie, staying there, and panting heavily. 

In the mean time, Ruthie, on her back next to me, trampled her legs wildly in all directions. She screamed her lungs out while being raped by Tom, who pounded into her like a raging bull, his pants down to his ankles, his hairy buttocks thrashing ferociously between her thighs.

That was how Ruthie and I were evaluated.

***

Early next day Tom was on the phone. We'd provided them with a lovely experience, he said in his powerful voice. And then he gave me their verdict: "Laura and I, we would like to own Ruthie." 

I was taken aback by the blunt remark, spoken so calmly on that phone. What exactly does that imply, own? I barely kept my voice from trembling when I asked for clarifications.

"Well, it's really simple," he said, "Would you mind if your wife became our property?" He made it sound almost like a business proposition.

I didn't know what to say. How serious was this? And property? Was that what Ruthie wanted? I kept my silence and waited for him to explain himself more clearly.

Finally he said: "Listen, we just want her to be ours. But you need not separate from her, or divorce or something. We wouldn't want that. What I mean is a deal. Like this: whenever we feel like it, your wife should come over to our place to be used. Or we could fuck her at your home, like we did yesterday."

I recall how my heart skipped a beat. This did not only concern Ruthie. I thought she might well agree to such a deal. After all, wasn't it this why she started the whole thing anyway? But what about me? I still had my doubts about sharing her lovely body. So finally I answered: "But listen, even if Ruthie would agree to your freaky proposal, where does that leave me?" 

There was a brief silence. Then Tom's voice again: "I'll ask Laura what she thinks. She likes you. We'll call you back."

Within minutes he was on the phone again. "Don't worry," he said, "we'll find ways to amuse ourselves with you too." 

****

Slowly I return to the world from a deep blackness of sleep. Where am I? In our bed? Our conjugal bed? Yes! And it's warm and cozy, as on any early morning.

Then I realize that I have been awakened by a soft kneading of my flaccid ball sack. Opening my still sleepy eyes, I see a beautiful woman. Not Ruthie, but Laura.

Of course Laura...

Her face hovers over me. Her sharp intelligent nose, her almond eyes, her lush lips. I want her to grab me, embrace me, press those warm naked breast of hers against my chest. But my body does not obey. Of course! Last night they tied my wrists to the headboard of our bed. 

All I can do is to look up in frustration. To that beautiful face, framed so delicately with black hair. 

She smiles back. "Hello lover," she says. She heaves herself up a little and caresses my chest with a warm feminine hand, but does not stop her other hand between my thighs, "Awake again after last night?" 

Of course I am awake. Fully awake, though helpless. But at the same time those hands lift me to the clouds. I close my eyes. My member is massaged with soft fingers. I harden fast. 

Suddenly there is a heavy shaking of our bed. What's going on? 

Where is Ruthie?!

I almost forgot my dear wife. But when I turn my head to look if she too is in our bed, at my side, I see her head being shaken wildly, being kicked up and down into her cushion, her breasts clawed with the big hands of an unshaved man, heavily breathing. Tom. He's fucking her like a beast. The quilted comforter on her side of our bed jumps furiously over his rocking buttocks. 

Ruthie's arms, like mine, are raised above her head and tied to the headboard. She cannot respond to Tom's pounding in any other way than with crying.

Suddenly I feel a stinging pain in my face. Laura has slapped me. Immediately I see her fiery eyes. "Look at me, you stupid ass!" she says, "Look at me!" 

Another slap. 

"Pay attention!," she barks, mounting herself over my hard member, "Pleasure me! Get on with it!" 

And she fucks me flat.

When Laura, with a cry, finally spasms over me, Tom gruntingly sprouts himself in Ruthie. The ripples of his pleasure make him wriggle like a snake finding its nest. 

Together they collapse on our bodies, more or less in unison. Satiated and exhausted, they remain lying upon us, holding hands and smiling to each other. 

Of course they never have any wish to pleasure us. We know that. Tom had made it abundantly clear, already during that fateful telephone call. This was to concern their pleasure, not ours. For Ruthie and me it was take or leave. But we conceded. We couldn't resist such an arrangement, given the strong appeal of fusing fantasy with reality. And once experienced, that fusion became an unbreakable alloy. They hooked us with it, and now we're addicted. 

When finally their suffocating weights get off us, they quit our martial bed. Without even looking at us they shower behind the large see-through glass wall in our bedroom, quietly talking to each other while refreshing themselves. Then they dress for the day and, without speaking to us, untie our bonds before they leave. De door closes; we hear the front door slam, and then their car drive off. 

Silence.

As usual, the free use of our bodies for their own pleasure, and their careless departure, leaves me in humiliating ambivalence. 

I turn to Ruthie. She smiles back at me with glowing cheeks and crawls over, curling up in my arms. Thus we start wiggling and slowly make passionate love. And when I add my seed to that of Tom, Ruthie has become a flower, more desirous and beautiful than ever before.

It's our secret reward for having become Tom and Laura's property.



Property Auction Piss-Up



I started quite low. 

"Who will start me at ten million?" 

A dozen hands went up. 

"Fifteen million," most hands staid up.

"Twenty million," a few came down.

"Twenty five million," there were five left.

"Thirty million," only three left.

"Thirty one million, ....thirty two million, ...thirty three million, thirty four million," two left.

"Thirty five million,.... Thirty six million..... Any more bids?" 

A long wait while the dozen of people on their mobiles talked to their contacts.

"Thirty seven million........thirty eight million.......thirty nine....... FORTY."

"Any more bids....anyone?" 

Silence. I slammed the hammer down.

"SOLD!!" 

I pointed my hammer to a well known property agent on my right with a phone held to her head.

That was the last property sale. It had been a significant success. I walked around the crowd as they stood having a drink at our expense. I saw the agent, Lee, who had successful bought the property. She was an old friend, and was standing quietly, smiling at me. I walked over to chat. I knew her to be a partner in a development company and I had known her in the past when she was just starting. After a time, I asked her if she would like to have dinner with me to celebrate, and she accepted.

We had a good, expensive meal, with wine and then shared a taxi to her house. In the back we kissed enthusiastically, I slid my hand up her tight black skirt and rubbed her crotch.

"Wow," she said, "you had better come in." 

I carried my briefcase in with me for safety. Hers was a nice house in a good area, all newly decorated inside with a distinct Japanese influence.

"Very nice," I commented.

"Thank you, I had my partner, Ohura, to advise me."

She introduced us. Ohura was a small Japanese girl dressed like an American schoolgirl with a white blouse, a blue and purple tartan skirt and long blue socks on. She bowed nicely to us and then led us into the dinning room.

"Get three glasses, slave, we have a bottle of champagne to finish." Lee said.

"I didn't realise you were bisexual?" 

"Yes, I find girls easier to dominate, and Ohura likes to be dominated. She's a translator at the American embassy." and she laughed.

Ohura came back into the room and together we finished the remains of a bottle I had saved from the reception. Lee told the story of the auction and how we were both rich as a result -- she was the bidding agent and I was the selling auctioneer.

"Would you like to stay the night?"

"Yes, I have no one to go home to." 

"Go upstairs to my bedroom with Ohura. I think she would amuse you."

Her bedroom was very nicely decorated and had a big double bed and black and red leather headboard behind it. I dropped my jacket and tie on a chair and went off to the bathroom. Ohura disappeared into her Japanese bedroom -- presumably it had a futon.

I undressed but left my new expensive cream shirt on, for decency sake. I returned and sat on the bed to await developments. Ohura came in. She had obviously taken her bra off and left her blouse undone. She plonked herself on my lap. I put one hand around her back and the other I slide into her blouse and gently fondled her lovely round firm breasts. Ohura put on a shamed face and looked me in the eyes.

"I've been a naughty school girl -- I wet my panties when I was flirted with, today. Here, feel them, they're all wet and dirty." 

She took my hand from her boob and pushed it up her skirt. I rubbed her crotch and I could feel dampness.

"I think you ought to give her some spanks for being naughty." 

"Oh, yes you have been naughty. Take your white panties off now."

Ohuara slid off my lap and standing straight-legged bent over and pulled down her white panties. I caught sight of her black hairy pussy. She picked them up and passed them to me; I pressed them to my nose. "Oh yes quite definitely dirty and smelly!" 

My prick gave a big jolt. 

"Now you must be punished. Bend over on the bed."

She did so, holding herself up with her hands on the duvet, pushing her white skinned bum up. I gave her right cheek a hard slap, too hard really and she yelped.

Lee came in and undressed. She looked at the sight and said, "Oh good, she deserves a good spanking. I bet she's been playing with herself all day!" 

Lee walked over and gave Ohura another smack on her bum. I spanked her few more times, but gently until her bum cheeks glowed red. I stopped and fell to my knees and smothered her arse with kisses. I was really aroused -- my prick standing out stiffly. I pulled her cheeks apart and licked all around her brown hole, and then thrust my tongue into it, with my nose up close to her cheeks. 

There was a faint smell of shit. I moved my tongue around the rim and then downwards until I could slip it into her cunt. I reached down and moved her legs apart a bit more so I could move my head right in close -- I wanted to see it, taste it, lick it; it was juicy! I wiggled my tongue in her vagina and then moved down again until I felt her clitoris on my tongue. I licked it hard, rubbed the surface over it and then I tried to nibble it, but it slipped away. I pulled back for a breath of air.

I could see that Lee had joined the action and had moved herself in front of Ohura. She had pulled her face down onto her shaven cunt and was now enjoying being frenched. My prick was as hard as steel. I stood up and moved behind Ohura and aimed it with my hand at her cunt. It slipped in easily. I held onto her hips for support and moved in and out rapidly. 

Lee's head came up and she saw the ecstasy on my face. 

"Don't come inside of her -- I can't deal with a pregnancy." 

I pulled out immediately, and pushed into her arsehole. It was hot dry and tight -- I could only get the head in.

Ohura raised her head and made some exclamation of pain but Lee pulled her head back down again, to carry on licking her cunt. I pulled back a bit and slapped Ohura's bum cheek. 

"Relax, you bitch." 

She let me push it in a bit further. After a few more pushes and pulls the tightness of her ring got to me and I gave one more almighty shove and with a cry of pain and pleasure, I ejaculated right inside her rectum. Wow.

I fell backwards onto the floor when I pulled out, as her bum hole had been holding me tight. Lee also came with a shout of joy. Ohura stood up and fled into the bathroom, holding her bum.

"She's gone to wash her arse -- she's so fussy about cleanliness."

I went to the box of tissues and took a sheet and used it to clean my prick of shitty bits. I felt tired so I asked Lee if I could share her bed. I climbed in still wearing my shirt, and fell straight to sleep. 

When I woke up in the morning I was busting for a piss, so I went into the bathroom. As I was finishing and giving my prick a shake, Ohura came in.

"Let me do that."

She took hold of me and gently moved my foreskin up and down.

"That feels good -- do it some more."

Ohura went onto her knees and took me in her mouth. I rapidly became stiff. It felt really good, but just as I started to get that wonderful feeling, she stood up and said 

"It's my turn now." 

She turned round, flipped up her short pink nightie and sat on the lavatory and started to pee. She looked up at me and smiled because I stood there fascinated. 

"Have a closer look if you like!" 

So I got on my knees and moved in between her thighs which I pushed up over my shoulders. I could see the steady stream of piss squirting out of her black furry cunt. It was hot and smelly. As the stream lessened, Ohura grabbed hold of my head with both hands and pulled my face into her crack.

"Lick me, lick me clean!" 

I had no option but to stick my tongue out and push it into her cunt. I could taste her salty piss as I moved my tongue up towards her clitoris. It was like licking a small hard pea. I was doing it right as I could hear her making excited squealing noises. She moved her hips against my face as though she was fucking, then she stiffened and suddenly an explosion of liquid came out of her cunt. It filled my mouth and splashed over my shirt front and I pulled back.

"Wow -- that's the first time I've had a woman ejaculate over me."

"Yes, I do it sometimes if I am licked properly, now come and sit here and I will fuck you."

I stood up and turned around and sat down on the seat, my prick was hard but I gave it a few wanks to get it really hard. Ohura straddled my lap and reached down to grasp my cock before aiming it at her hole, and sliding down it. Oh, what a feeling, she was really hot to trot. I held her hips and helped up her to bounce up and down on me.

"Oh yes, I'm coming." 

"No wait!" 

She climbed off me and turned around, then she put her hand between her legs, and grabbed my stiff prick again before presenting it to her own arsehole, then slowly she moved down onto me until I was mostly inside her rectum. It felt good. I moved her up and down slowly for few times and then I pulled her hard downwards so that I was completely enveloped. I felt the spunk shooting up my penis into her innards.

"Sold!" I cried out in ecstasy. 

I collapsed back onto the tank. Ohura eased herself off me and went to the bidet to wash her arsehole. I got up slowly and went and washed my messy prick in the hand basin. 

We went back to the bedroom and I got dressed quietly; Lee woke up.

"What have you two been doing?" she said.

"Oh, just buggering about. Any chance of a cup of tea?"



Property Ch. 02



I stood in front of the full-length mirror and slipped into my new dress shirt. It didn't look too bad – maybe I wasn't the conventional ladykiller type, but for a certain type of woman I was attractive. The shirt was adorned with dancing red flames and devil's forks, over a black backdrop.

"What do you think, pet?" I asked M.

She was kneeling on the floor next to me, watching me with big, sad eyes.

She was, of course, insanely jealous that I was going out tonight. She grumbled a response, and I laughed at her.

"Look at me," I said to her. She looked up, and I spit in her face. "Don't be a bitch. Tell me what you think."

Her lower lip trembled. Sticky clear ooze shined from her thighs. She didn't move to wipe off her face.

"You look very handsome, sir," she whispered.

"Thank you," I said with a smile. "Now go fetch my black shoes."

As she crawled away I admired the new tail she had, and smacked her ass. The week before I had found a lovely buttplug at the adult superstore, a thick black plug with a long braided tail attached to it. Every night since I had made her wear it for me. She still found it acutely humiliating, which of course made it intensely enjoyable.

She crawled back out of the closet with my left shoe in her mouth. She sat it down in front of me and went off to get the other one. 

Last month I had played a similar game with her. I had gone out drinking with some friends of mine. Before I left I sat her in front of the mirror told her to sit still. I put a plastic pig snout over her nose, and cute little clip on pig ears in her hair. In black marker I wrote PIG WHORE across her chest (letters reversed, naturally, so she could read it properly). I sprinkled baby powder all over the carpet around her, another trick of mine. Bondage is all well and good, but I prefer actual mental control over physical restraints. When the powder is laid out, I will see if she moves or gets up. There is no way to move and not make a mark in the powder, so she is forced to sit still or face the consequences.

And when I am disobeyed, I do the only thing she can't handle – tell her to leave. No matter what degrading thing I do to her, it still makes her wet, still presses her buttons. Threatening to never see her again is what really frightens her.

When I came back late that night M was still in position, still looking at her piggy self in the mirror. I took her into the bathroom and had her squat in the shower and piss into a bowl. 

"Who's my cute little pig whore?" I teased her. She flushed red.

"I am," she said.

"Does my cute little pig whore want to have hot piggy piss dumped over her head?"

She couldn't respond, but nodded slightly.

"Then ask me nicely," I said.

"Please, sir," she said. Her voice cracked a little, and her eyes got wet. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Please dump piggy piss on me."

"Since you asked so nicely," I said, and dumped the bowl over her head. I had her sit there in the shower for a few minutes, urine dripping from the ends of her hair and beading up around her pig snout.

But that was then. Tonight was an entirely different game. I tell you, trying to find new ways to humiliate and humiliation slut is a taxing chore. If you repeat yourself too much, if it gets redundant, they stop enjoying it quite so much.

M sat at my feet and put my shoes on me, lacing them up just the way I liked. Then I brushed my teeth and spritzed on some Obsession. 

"I'll be gone for a few hours. Going to go out with the boys and drink some beers. But I was thinking later you and I could do something."

She perked up a little. She hated being left alone, even for a night. 

"I want you to clean the bathroom. Scrub it, every inch." I told her sternly. She nodded. "And when you get done with that, do your nails. And then you can put on make-up. I won't tell you what to wear, but make yourself look nice. However you want to do it. Your hair too, make it look nice. Then find something pretty to wear – no work clothes, something kind of slutty, but pretty. Can you do that for me?"

She looked a little confused, but happy.

"Yes, sir!" she said brightly. "I'll make myself so pretty for you."

"Good girl," I said, patting her head. "I'll see you later."

And I left. I paused outside the window, and heard her talking excitedly to herself. She rushed into the closet, and I heard her pulling out dress after dress after dress. She was so excited.

I met my friends up at a local bar, and we ordered several pitchers of beer and shot a few games of pool. I don't go out as much as I used to, but always had a blast when I did make it out on the town. Before long the beer started weighing heavily on my bladder, so I started drinking a little more slowly. I had to pace myself, after all.

Around midnight, we decided to call it quits. All of us had girlfriends these days, except for my buddy J, who had a wife and kid. None of us partied like we used to, but then again, there wasn't any reason to. You get older, you realize there are other, more exquisite, pleasures in life.

Like M.

I rushed out to my car, needing to piss so badly I could barely keep from stopping and pissing right on the curb. But that wouldn't have been much fun, now would it?

A few minutes later I was unlocking my front door. M was waiting for me in the middle of the living room. She had her hair up, except for a spit curl trailing down each of her lovely cheeks. She had used a little make-up, just to accentuate her features, not to look whorish. Her nails were my favorite shade of purple, and matched the black and purple strapless dress she wore.

"You look gorgeous," I said honestly, and took her in my arms. I kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around me – and her hug almost pushed my poor bladder to the limit. "I do love you, M."

I had never told her that before. Her face softened, and she kissed the side of my neck.

"I love you, too, N," she said, using my real name (which was a rare occurrence, but in this case entirely expected and welcomed)

We held each other for a few more moments, just enjoying the words we had spoken.

And then….

"Ok, come here," I said, grinning at her mischievously. I took her hand and led her into the bathroom. She was so happy that she never expected what was coming next. "Now get on your knees in the bathtub, pig whore."

"What?"

"Do it!" I snapped. I slapped her ass. She gave me a pleading look. "Tonight is a very special night, pet. We're going to another level between us. Don't you want that?"

She nodded dumbly and did as told. Her chest was already starting to heave.

"You look so beautiful, baby," I said sweetly, and pulled out my cock. "I've never pissed on such a beautiful face before. Now open your mouth."

She started crying. She sobbed and sobbed, and could barely hold her mouth open. I reached in and spit in her mouth, and yanked it open with my fingers. She closed her eyes and held her mouth open.

"That really is a pretty dress," I told her, as I let my mighty stream of beer-piss go right across her made-up face. I aimed between her lips, but didn't expect her to swallow it. She struggled to keep her lips from slamming shut, and started bawling, gurgling yellow from the corners of her painted lips. "Open your eyes. Look at me!" I told her. 

She did as told, and I continued to empty my bladder across her mouth. 

By the time I was finished, her dress was soaked. Her lipstick and eyeliner had started to smear and run. Her shoulders were slumped, and she looked broken.

"Who's my cute little piss whore?" I asked her, my voice jovial.

"I am," she whispered.

"What?"

"I'm your piss whore, sir," she repeated. And then she leaned forward and licked the last drop off the head of my cock, and kissed it. "All yours."

I put my cock away and went to the door.

"Good girl. Now get naked and clean up. I want you collared, clean, and greased up in fifteen minutes."

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"Pet," I told her, "I think maybe tonight I might let you cum as much as you can. You have been a good girl."

"Thank you, sir," she said, licking her lips.

And I left her to her cleaning. I stripped down and crawled into bed, and thought about what game we should play next. 



Property Ch. 02



I had just spent a full day in my Master's presence, the first full day we'd had together. He had taken my anal virginity, stretching out my poor asshole with his thick cock. He had commanded me to serve him orally, and I'd swallowed several of his loads. I had tried my best to be a good slave, to make him glad he'd taken ownership of me.

At some point during a day spent walking around town he had asked me: "What's the greatest number of times you have cum in one day?" I wasn't quite sure. 

"Three, I believe, Master," I answered him.

"Tonight we'll make it four," was his reply.

I was immediately excited, and a little worried. Would I even be able to have four orgasms in one night? As usual, I should not have doubted Master.

Back at our hotel room, I had followed the new ritual of immediately removing all of my clothing, then kneeling to wait for his command. He removed his own clothes, and settled himself on the bed. He relaxed there for a few moments, then patted the bedspread next to me and told me to join him there. I did so eagerly, and lay down beside him. He wrapped his arms around me for a moment, then slid a hand down to my pussy. 

"Your pussy is mine," he said as his finger slid into me, working to build up my juices. I moaned at the invasion of his finger. "You will cum four times tonight, slave," he reminded me. "The first time you cum will be with my cock in your pussy."

Although he'd used me well, Master hadn't yet filled me that way. "Spread." At this single word my legs spread without question, as if they had a mind of their own. His hard cock was poised at my tight hole, ready to stretch my pussy as he'd stretched my ass the night before. As I felt the slow slide of his warm member into my slick hole, my moans became deeper and uncontrollable. The juiciness of my pussy mixed with the precum oozing from his cock as he began to fuck me. 

"Now, begin to masturbate, slave." My hand moved to my clit without hesitating, and I began the familiar ritual of rubbing and pressing that spot. 

Master fucked me slowly, the head of his cock forcing the walls of my pussy slightly wider with each thrust. I groaned a little louder each time I felt my muscles stretching to take the full length and width of his cock. The constant rubbing of my fingertips on my clit made my juices flow even more; my body was submitting to him just as thoroughly as my mind already had. I felt the deep stirrings of an orgasm, and my eyes rolled up as I felt the wave building.

"That's it, slave," I heard Master encouraging me. "Give in. Cum for me." His thrusts were moving faster, pushing me past the point of no return. Just as I reached the height of my orgasm, my mouth opened wide in a ravaged scream. Master shoved his cock as deep as he could into my tunnel and held it there, taking ownership as my muscles pounded out their orgasm and gripped his member with their rhythmic tightening.

My scream became soft moans as the sweet pleasure subsided into that contented post-orgasm feeling. I sighed and stretched, enjoying release from the aroused tension that had been building since Master first fucked my asshole a mere 24 hours before. Master lifted his hips and let his member slide out of me, leaving my pussy gaping wide. As he rolled over to lie on his side, I smiled and gazed down at his firm cock, now glistening with pussy juice and cum. He squeezed my nipple with his fingers, and reminded me that I wasn't done yet.

"One down, three to go," he said as he guided my hand back to my pussy. I groaned as a wave of aroused heat flushed through me at his words. The wave centered at my full clit as I began to rub and stroke myself again. Master just smiled slightly, his intense eyes watching me perform for him. My hips bucked and twitched involuntarily, yet another sign that I was becoming his property totally in both body and mind. I obediently worked my clit as another orgasm began to build. Master reached out to flick my nipple, and I gasped at the slight prick of pain and pleasure. His fingers squeezed around the stiff aureole, rolling it back and forth. 

"You're mine, slave," he whispered as I moaned in pleasure. "You will cum or not cum as I choose. Tonight you will cum three more times." His words pushed me over the edge again towards an orgasm even stronger than the last. I felt the muscles of my pussy clench and release, clench and release, until the spasms subsided into a twitching of the muscles. I moaned and panted, a sheen of sweat covering me as my masturbation slowed. I let my hand relax against my thigh while I recovered. Master grabbed my hand and pushed it back to my slit. 

"No, slave. You are not done. You may not stop until you have cum four times." I whimpered, already exhausted from my two orgasms. But it seemed that my body was more obedient than my mind, for I felt the juices flowing again from my stretched pussy. Master dipped a finger into the hole and felt the wetness. 

"You want to please me, don't you, my Property? Keep going." My hips twitched. My finger gently rubbed my labia and clit, now aching and sore. I could not disobey Master. His eyes were locked with mine, both encouraging and commanding me to accept and obey his orders.

It was becoming more difficult to reach that peak of pleasure, as my clit was slightly numb from being worked so thoroughly. Master helped me by teasing my nipples, rolling and squeezing them in turn between his fingers. He stroked my hair with his other hand, encouraging me. I looked into his eyes, unable to speak but desperately trying to show him how much I wanted to please him. He picked up the fur he'd used on me the day before, and began brushing it over my breasts and nipples. The light touch on my sensitive skin was enough to once again push me toward another orgasm. My hand was working so fast and my pussy was clenched so tightly that my legs trembled. Beads of sweat formed on my skin and my voice, hoarse with moaning, could barely thank Master for the pleasure he'd allowed me. Finally, the climax ending, my arms and legs went slack against the bed. I didn't think I could go on. Master gently kissed me, and stroked my hair and breasts. 

"Such a good girl," he whispered. "So close to being done. Just one more orgasm for me." I was exhausted, and my eyes begged for mercy. He gently caressed me, allowing me a chance to recover. "I know you can do it for me. Just one more." I felt tears coming to my eyes, so tired and yet so anxious to make him happy. My hand slid once more toward my pussy; my labia and clit were red, engorged and sore from the constant rubbing. I lightly stoked myself as he whispered encouragements in my ear. I knew this last orgasm would take all of my concentration to achieve.

I lifted my knees, and began to work. It was getting harder to keep my tired hand moving fast enough, but I kept going. My hips rose and fell as I worked, rising each time I clenched my pussy muscles and lowering each time I relaxed them. I was near tears, almost pushed to the breaking point. But I knew Master was teaching me to be an obedient slave, and I could not disappoint him. As time went on, my hand rubbed more and more firmly, pressing my clit so hard that it was almost flattened. My mind emptied, unable to think of anything but obeying Master. That meant cumming once more, no matter how long it took.

Finally, with tears in my eyes and Master's hands and voice encouraging me, my hips rose high off the bed and the fourth orgasm gripped my pussy. I could only moan and whimper, hoarse and exhausted, as the sweet waves rippled through my hips and thighs. My entire body trembled as the climax subsided. Master wrapped his arms around me as I shook, telling me what a good and obedient slave I was. Once again, Master had proven that he owned me. As his property, I had pushed myself almost beyond endurance to please him. It was one more step on my continuing journey toward complete obedience.

This story, as is the first chapter of 'Property,' is true.



Property Ch. 03



"Please can I cum?" she begged, kissing the top of my shoe. She was on her hands and knees, her big ass in the air, whimpering at my feet.

"You are so adorable when you beg, pig," I chuckled, ruffling her hair with my free hand. I had a cigarette in the other hand, and the ash was getting long. "Open wide."

She tilted her head up to look at me, and with a grimace opened her mouth. I tapped my ash off on her tongue. Her eyes got watery.

"Quit being such a baby. I didn't burn you, did I?"

She shook her head. Her hair bounced off her cheeks.

"Do you want me to have to get up and go get an ashtray?"

She shook her head again, eyes still tearing up. Now her red lipstick was smeared with gray ash.

"So what is your problem, crybaby?

"Thank you for using me as your ashtray, Sir."

"You don't seem really thankful," I said slowly. "Now what were you saying about cumming?"

"Well, Sir..." she stuttered. "Last night you told me you would make me cum if I... if I..."

"If you what, pig?" I sighed, acting ignorant.

"If I peed in my dish and lapped it up."

Her dog dish, what she used to eat her meals and drink her water when I wanted to watch her crawl. Which, to be fair, was most of the time.

"Did I say that?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Let's check the tape and find out," I said with a playful wink. I grabbed her hair and turned her around, so she was facing the tv on the other wall. "You really are a dirty whore, you know that? You're not even a woman, you're a thing."

"Yes, Sir," she said, head bowed. "Thank you for letting such a pig be your slave, sir."

"Take off my shoes." I said, turning on the power and rewinding the tape. She knelt back down to my feet, and used her teeth to untie my shoes. She grabbed the tongue (of the shoe) in her mouth and pulled it down so I could slip my foot out. Then the other. "Continue, pig."

She used her mouth to pull off my socks. She started to lick my toes and feet. I reached down and smacked her ass hard enough to make her yelp.

"Did I tell you to give me a tongue bath?"

"No, sir."

"I know, pig... you just cant help yourself."

"I thought you would want..."

"Shhhhh. when I want your whore mouth on me, I will tell you. Until then, you are a filthy little slut who should be happy I let her be my ashtray." She opened her mouth again, and I tapped my ash. "Oh, the movie is starting."

The movie was just a short five minute clip.

She was in the kitchen, next to the sink, squatting over her metal doggie dish. I was taping it, and laughing at her as she flushed red and let go a heavy stream of piss. It filled up the dish almost to the rim.

"Are you thirsty, pig?" I asked her from behind the camera.

"Yes, Sir," she squeaked, not wanting to anger me.

"Well then be a good little slave and ask my permission."

She started weeping, tears rolling down her face. It wasn't the first time she had done it, but the videocamera was new, and seemed to heighten her humiliation. Something about me having a permanent record of her debasement.

"Ma...may I... p-p-please have a drink, master?" she whined.

"Of course, pet," I say on the tape.

She lowered her face to the doggie bowl and started to lap at the yellow. Her mouth is contorted in a grimace, her eyes watering, and she gags a little bit.

There is a tight zoom in close-up showing her tears splashing in the piss. It's almost poetic.

Sitting at my feet, watching herself drink piss, she has turned pink from head to toe with embarrassment. Her lips are pressed tightly together, her cheeks burning, but she knows better than to look away.

"Enjoying the movie, my little porn star?" I ask with a laugh.

Back to the tape -- at this point she is gagging too much to drink. My hand comes in from off camera and dunks her face in the urine.

"Finish your desert, piggie, and I'll make you cum," I coo.

At that moment, I press pause. The tape stops, with two crying eyes looking up at the camera, while her mouth and nose are submerged in the doggie bowl.

"What do you know," I say, stopping the tape and turning off the tv. "You were right. I did say that. And did I make you cum?"

She shook her head, without looking me in the eye. She had never seen herself in action before, and its effect on her is dramatic. If she weren't a broken humiliation slut before, she certainly is now.

"I didn't? But I could have sworn I fucked you," I said, teasing. I love playing with her emotions, making her squirm. "So then tell me what happened."

"You tied my hands to the headboard."

"I remember that."

"You fucked my ass but wouldn't touch my pussy. Then you pulled out and came on my face. I tried to swallow it like you like, Sir, but you squirted it all over my face. Then you rubbed it around, under my nose and on my cheeks."

"That was fun. I should have taped that. What next?"

"Nothing," she whimpers, looking at the floor. "You left me like that all night."

I grabber her chin and yanked it up so she looked me in the eye. Her mascara has run, and now her piggy face is dripping with thin black lines. I love that look, so slutty and whorish, which is why I always make her wear mascara and eye liner.

"You mean I left you tied up so that you couldn't touch yourself? With the smell of my cum on your face driving you crazy?"

"Yes, sir. I'm so horny. I'll do anything."

"Don't embarrass yourself. You'll do anything, you'll do everything. You're already a spittoon, a community cum sucker, and a toilet." "Yes, Sir," she whined.

"And of course I had to tie you up. I didn't want you playing with your cunt without my permission. And a filthy little cum pig like you would have done just that."

"Yes, sir," she whimpered again. "I am your property. I belong to you. Thank you for training me, or for tying me down so I couldn't" she paused to gulp air and sniff back tears "so I couldn't disappoint you."

"Oh, look at the little crybaby. How bad do you want to cum?"

She got off her knees and onto her belly, stretched out on the floor with her face at my feet.

"Please, please, master, your worthless fuckpig will do anything to be able to cum."

"I don't know," I hemmed and hawed. "You've had a bit of an attitude lately."

"Oh please," she wailed, kissing my feet. "Please, sir. I'll do better."

"You better, because if you don't... " 

I don't bother to make a threat. I don't have to. The last time she pissed me off, she got nothing to eat for a solid week other than dog food. One can a day. And by the third day she had to bark and beg for it like a hungry dog.

"Okay, pig I'm in a good mood today. I think you've earned a little release."

I stood up and stripped off my pants and shirt. My cock was already hard, just from watching her bawl and weep. I sat back down, grabbed her hair, and pulled her up into my lap. She came willingly, like a love-starved puppy.

"Get on," I snapped. "You better fuck me good, bitch."

Her face lit up. She straddled my lap, lowered her juicy, dripping bald snatch down onto my thick cock. She grunted even as the tip brushed her soft folds, and when she settled down so my nine inches is buried in her, she started to moan.

"You call that fucking?" I shouted. She looked at me, and I spit in her face. Saliva ran down her cheek and over her fat, puffy cocksuckers lips. I slap her tits, one after the other. "Fuck me harder, whore!"

She rocked back and forth, moved up and down.

As I predicted would happen, she came in about thirty seconds. Her spine straightened, her shoulders slumped, and she cried out in pleasure. Her body went slack for just a moment before she caught her breath and resumed her movements.

"Good girl," I said, patting your head gently. "Get off."

"What?" she asked.

I slapped her face and pushed her onto the floor. She looked up at me, momentarily confused.

"I didn't say you could cum ten times, just the once," I said coldly. "Maybe next time you'll worry a little more about my pleasure and a little less about yours."

From the look on her face, I might as well have gut-punched her. I know how much my pleasure means to her -- after all, if it didn't mean that much she wouldn't keep herself shaved and naked, crawling on the floor and performing for my amusement -- and this rebuke hits her where it hurts the most.

Standing over her, looking down at her pretty, simpering face, I put one foot on her chest to keep her flat on your back. I started working my cock with my right hand, masturbating with the thick slippery cuntslime she left on it.

"Fuck my ass, master. Let me please you with my mouth."

"No, no," I said, making the 'tsk tsk' sound. "You had your chance. You can't get me off with that selfish attitude of yours. Always worried about your precious fucking orgasms. I'll just do like you did, and take care of myself."

She started crying again, tears rolling down the sides of her face. She lives to be my fucktoy, would do anything to please me, and now must sit and watch as I please myself. It's a slap to the face of everything she prided yourself on.

"I'm so sorry, sir. Please forgive me. S-s-s-so s-s-s-sorry."

It takes a few minutes, but the sounds of her pleading and longing help get me off. I aimed carefully and sprayed my cum all over her neck and face. She held her mouth open, tongue wagging, trying to lick up as much cream as she could.

"Now go make me some dinner, pig. Unless of course you can only make enough for yourself."

Then I sat back down and turned on the TV, as if she wasn't there at all.

She crawled into the kitchen. I could still hear her crying as she cooked my dinner.

I smile to myself, and start flipping channels.



Property Inspection



One of the bad things about renting a house is that the landlord can come over whenever he wants to inspect the property. Today was one of those inspections. Cindy had spent most of the morning tidying up the house so that her landlord would see that the place was being taken care of. Another good reason for the extra cleanliness was that Cindy and her husband were 4 months behind in rent. The good news was that Cindy's husband had finally started a new job this week and it looked like they would be able to start to get back on track.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. She opened the door to reveal two men, Mark the landlord and Joe a handyman that worked for Mark. Cindy let them both in and they started looking around. They looked in every room and every closet to make sure the house was still in good shape. Cindy sat on the living room couch and watched TV during the inspection. After the two men got done looking around inside the house, Joe went to the backyard to look around outside and Mark came back to the living room to talk to Cindy.

"I need the rent today," Mark said impatiently.

"I don't have it yet." Cindy replied, "My husband just started his new job this week, as soon as he gets his first paycheck, I'll bring you a check for at least one month's rent."

"That's not good enough." Mark said. "I've given you more than enough time to get caught up on the rent. If you can't pay me at least $2000 today, I'm going to have to give you notice so I can rent this place out to someone who will actually pay me."

"There is no way I'm going to have that much for another week or two," Cindy said frustration in her voice. "Can I just have two more weeks?"

"No, I don't think so," Mark said and pulled a piece of paper out of a folder that he had been holding.

"Please is there anything? I'll do anything if you will just give me two more weeks!" Cindy exclaimed before Mark could hand her the paper.

"Well what did you have in mind?" Mark asked as he reached down and grabbed his belt buckle.

Mark's hand on his belt buckle was enough to give Cindy the hint of what he had in mind for her if she wanted to stay in the house. There was a shortage of rental homes in the area and Cindy knew that if she got kicked out, it would be almost impossible to find another place to rent, especially after being evicted. 

"Unzip your pants and I'll show you what I have in mind," Cindy said as she moved over on the couch and made room for Mark. Cindy thought about what she would have to go through if she got evicted and figured that it would be a whole lot easier to give her landlord a quick blow job. 

Mark took off his belt and unzipped his pants. He sat down on the couch next to Cindy, laid back and got comfortable to maximize the enjoyment of what he was about to get.

Cindy grabbed Mark's cock and began to stroke it. Mark was cock was already hard but it got a little bigger and allot harder as Cindy stroked it. Cindy went down on Mark and started licking the head of his cock and then ran her tongue up and down the shaft. Cindy opened her mouth wide and just before she got Mark's cock between her lips the backdoor opened.

"Hey Joe," Mark called out. "Come get some of this."

Cindy looked up at Mark in disapproval, this was going farther then she wanted it to.

"You said you would do anything," Mark pointed out.

Joe stood in front of the couch and unzipped his pants. His cock was dangling only a foot away from Cindy getting harder by the second as Joe thought about what he was about to get.

Cindy grabbed Joes cock and stated stroking it. At the same time she opened her mouth back up and wrapped her lips around Marks cock. She slowly took Marks cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until she had his entire member down her throat. She started fucking Mark's cock with her mouth. Mark moaned in pleasure as he felt her lips and tongue running up and down the shaft of his cock and the head of his cock pressing against her tonsils. The whole time she was sucking Mark's cock she was stroking Joe's. 

Mark's moans started getting louder and Cindy could feel his cock start throbbing, she know he was about to cum at any second. But just then Mark grabbed Cindy by the hair and pulled her off his cock. 

"Suck Joe's cock," Mark said. "I've got something else in mind." 

Mark got off the couch and Joe sat in his place. Cindy then started to give Joe the same oral pleasure that she was giving Mark. Cindy was not surprised to feel Mark unzip her jeans and pull them off her. Cindy thought to herself that this was going way farther then she wanted, but why stop now after she has already gone this far. Cindy got up on the couch on her hands and knees and continued sucking Joe's cock while offering Mark her pussy in the doggy style position. Cindy had just shaved her pussy in the shower that morning so that her husband would have something nice to enjoy when he got home. At the time, she had no idea that someone else would be getting to it first.

Mark didn't take any time getting behind Cindy on the couch and burying his cock deep into her hairless pussy. Mark started pounding Cindy's tight pussy as hard as he could. Cindy pushed back with each stroke to make the impact of each thrust even harder. All of a sudden Cindy started to realize how good it felt to have dick in her mouth and pussy at the same time. She felt her muscles start to tighten up as she got close to an orgasm. Cindy screamed out in pleasure as she suddenly reached an orgasm that came faster than any other orgasm she had ever had before. Cindy heard Mark start to moan as he got closer to his orgasm and Joe's cock was starting to pulse in Cindy's mouth. She wondered whose cock would go off first, or maybe both at the same time. She didn't have to wonder for long because all of a sudden she felt and tasted Joes cum start gushing out into her mouth, she took all of Joe's cock into her mouth as he finished his orgasm with his cock lodged in her throat. Just as Joe was finishing up, Marks cock went off deep in Cindy's pussy. Cindy felt Marks cock pulse deep inside her three more times, filling her with another splash of semen with each pulse. Mark left his cock inside her for a minute or so to enjoy the moment as Joe pulled his cock out of Cindy's mouth. Cindy swallowed the little bit of Joe's cum that she got in her mouth before she got Joes cock deep in her throat for direct injection. Joe and Mark got dressed and all of a sudden they all heard the garage door open. Joe and Mark took off out the front door before Cindy's husband came inside. Cindy just remembered that dirty text message that she sent him at work. He was expecting to get laid as soon as he got home, and there she was naked on the couch for him but with a pussy full of another man's cum. What was she going to do?



Property of Jessica's Ass



Knowing Jessica was in the house always gave me palpitations; and the sweltering heat didn't help one bit. Just cannot believe mortals get to sleep with her, let alone my fucking roommate. I could hardly work, could hardly concentrate and the gentle hum of the ceiling fan meant I couldn't focus on anything; especially this half finished excel spreadsheet staring me in the face. Maybe if I browse amazon...

I heard the shower turn on.

"God don't let them shower together, I'm too young for a stroke". I don't think I can even handle the mere thought of that. 

Nope, I heard footsteps coming this way, the unmistakable sticky sound of bare feet on tiles. Let it be her, please let it be her...

"Hey!" she said, her voice silky smooth and chirpy. "Do you mind if I borrow your computer while Adam's in the shower? Just gonna check some stuff out and get work done!" 

"Sure!" I blurted out a bit too fast. I then laughed inwards thinking "who would or COULD say no?"

"Cool," she replied plopping headfirst into the bed.

My heart skipped a beat and my breath was caught in my throat:

"What is she wearing?! Where are her trousers?"

My eyes were glued to the delectable expanse of flesh before me, as the thinnest khaki briefs struggled to cover the divine contours of her ass. Her lightly tanned tight thighs gleamed in the window light while their short-lived jiggle belied long hours wisely invested in the gym. I groaned inwards while my heart pumped my penis full of lust. 

How am I to cope with this display - what is this lunacy! 

I stared... I stared at her ass and then up her waist and at her wheat-blonde hair as it meshed into a hazelnut brown past her shoulders; like she dipped half of it in chocolate syrup.

Seriously is her waist really THAT small or does it look like that because of her perky sculpted buttocks? And why do I have butterflies in my stomach, I feel like a teen in on a first date! Pull it together man.

I couldn't stop looking - I need to rip my eyes away before I'm caught, this is so inappropriate, so wrong...so hot.

I stared harder, peeling my eyes as her every adjustment caused my bloared manhood to twitch and stretch to lengths I never thought possible, as my throat dried up and my cheeks burned with jealous arousal. Meanwhile she shuffled her papers and continued to browse a block of text, unaware of the insane arousal she wreaked on me. Or was she? I thought I saw her look at my reflection in the screen. Am I paranoid? I pretended to browse on my phone.

"Look busy," I thought, "That's it look busy..."

She bent her legs and brought her feet to hover above her buttcheeks once, then twice while my body tensed impossibly. I felt my eyes glaze over and the tip of my inflamed cock grow wet with precum. The thought of reaching out and touching her ass was being screamed at my brain by the most primal parts of my sentience. I moaned inwards.

She turned back and fixed me with her hazelnut eyes: 

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" she asked indignantly. All I could take in was soft pinks lips moving.

"What are you doing?" she persisted.

"I ..I do" I mumbled in response.

"You DO have a girlfriend? Then why are you staring at my ass?" she chuckled her sexy throaty laugh.

"I'm not!" I protested unconvincingly.

"Yes you are, I caught you twice now," she said with a condescending smirk. "See your girlfriend doesn't look nearly as good as I do, is that what this is?"

"What?!" Is she allowed to say that? I can't let her, surely? I mean it is true but, did she just say that?

She went on, "Are you looking at me fantasizing what it would be like to date me instead of her?"

My tortured dick twitched twice at her bratty comment and a stream of precum leaked into my pants. I blushed a deep crimson as I sat there speechless.

She smelled blood, "How nice would it be to reach out and slap it?" 

With that she shamelessly slapped her right buttock and it rippled firmly before my disbelieving eyes. 

I moaned out loud, "uuughhhhhh," which elicited another throaty laugh.

I was twitching, burning, leaking, a total mess.

"Too bad" she said. "Too bad you can't touch, all you can do is stare!" 

I moaned again, a pathetic defeated whimper this time.

She turned back to her block of text for a brief moment as I twitched in silence. "You know we cant do this all day," she said, her tone less playful now, a bit more somber. "You're gonna have to leave, I'm busy and it's creeping me out that you're staring"

My body felt like lead, I didn't want to move and I didn't think I could. I could hear my heartbeat between my ears, praying she wouldn't call for Adam.

She put her papers down, pausing for a second. "You know what, you can continue to stare, but I'm gonna go ahead and shop on your amazon, your account is still up."

Was she for real?

True enough, she pulled up the tab, I was logged in from before.

She smirked a predatory grin: "So go ahead, as long as you stare, I'll be sending myself giftcards."

This is insane, I thought. I should stop her, I must stop her. I should at least try, right?

She lifted her godly ass up from the mattress a bit, assaulting my weakened senses.

"Stare all you want," she chuckled as she began to navigate the page. I began to slip into madness as her perfect curves consumed me, my penis painfully bloated and stretched beyond limits

"keep staring," she chimed as she wiggled her ass, my brain cells frying. She typed in the details and read out loud: "150 dollars. This is for staring at my ass like a little fucking creep." She gave me a disgusted look for a second before clicking "purchase."

I twitched hard and started to leak profusely; What utter madness!!

She looked back at me with a devilish smirk. "That was only the first one. You wanna keep staring?" She shook her ass and I moaned like a defeated bitch. I couldn't stop her.

"Let's do 200 this time," she said amused, as she quickly repeated the process, for two hundred dollars this time.

I slumped into the chair, my whole body numb except for the steel rod inside my pants. I gripped it tight as she hit purchase a second time.

She pushed the papers to the side, her work could wait while she run me into the ground.

"Is this gonna break the bank?" she said as she lifted her butt slightly from the mattress again. "How about 250 this time"

OH GOD, she' s about to bring the total to 600, fucking my finances, and I CANT STOP HER.

She read out loud the message on the giftcard "this is because you still haven't learned your lesson, freak." She turned back to look at my cock pathetically throbbing in my pants, drenched in precum.

"Purchasing!" she sung as she clicked the button. She turned to look at me one last time as I broke down and started to flood my pants with obscene quantities of sperm, yelling incomprehensible pathetic gibberish at the ceiling.



Property of Julian



Holed up in her room, Kate and Julian sat with their drinks in their laps, listening to records. Neither spoke much. She watched him, tall and handsome with his back against the wall, his long legs stretched out toward her at the other end of the bed. She sipped her beer, listening to the soft crackling of her record player, and downstairs she could hear her the nasally voice of her roommate's girlfriend, and she rolled her eyes.

"You're jealous," Julian said.

"That's not true."

"Sure it is. You want to be everyone's number one girl."

"Fuck off," she said. "What should I put on after this?"

"I don't care."

"You do. You've complained about every record I put on."

He leaned forward, smiling. "I don't understand why you don't just play your damn music on your computer like a normal person."

"I like records. They sound better."

"They don't. Sometimes I think you're stupid. Put anything on, I don't care." He was quiet as she changed the record. Then, "Why are you jealous of Mark's girlfriend?"

"I told you. I'm not jealous. She's just awful."

"She's not awful."

"You can't stand her."

"No. But I can't stand anyone."

Kate nodded. "True."

"Fuck you. You're a bitch."

"What? You're the one who said it."

"I happen to be very friendly."

"You're not. You're a terrifying presence."

"Shut your mouth."

She did. A few minutes went by, the two of them nursing their drinks, listening. She wasn't jealous and he knew it -- he just liked getting her worked up. 

"Stupid bitch."

"What the fuck, Jules."

"Get me another beer."

"Get it yourself."

"No. Get it for me."

"You're a jerk." But she did it; she got up and padded across her room the mini-fridge that held her emergency stash of beer.

"Now dance for me."

She laughed as she handed him the drink. "Fuck yourself."

"Come on, dance for me. Give an old guy a thrill."

"No. Shut up."

"You're supposed to say I'm not old," he muttered.

"Ah, but you are." She hopped back onto the bed. "Practically thirty. It's disgusting. Everybody's talking about it."

He was quiet, listening, watching her speak. Then, "I should strangle you."

"You're sweet."

He said nothing. Again, a quietness settled between them. She grabbed another beer for herself, flipped the record, sat back down. He could tell she was tipsy. Such a lightweight, like a little girl.

"You want to take it easy?" He said.

"No, do you?"

"Maybe you should slow down."

"I'm fine."

"You're tipsy."

"Barely."

"Come on, kid."

She glared at him. "Don't call me kid."

"I'll call you whatever the fuck I want to call you, kid."

"You know I hate it."

He nodded. "I do. You hate it. But I don't give a shit."

"So."

"So get me another beer, kid."

She grabbed another, opened it and, standing just out of his reach, took a sip.

"Give it to me," he said.

"No."

"Bitch." He didn't get up. She continued to nurse his beer, forgetting eventually that it was not hers. She took a step closer to the window, gazing outside now, distracted, and Julian took this opportunity to grab her by the skirt and yank her toward him. She stumbled, falling onto his chest, but barely spinning a drop before he snatched the drink from her hands.

"Clumsy little girl," he said. She was still leaning over him, and as she righted herself he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down again. "Why don't you give me a kiss."

She pulled away, upset now. "Stop it. You're teasing me."

"No."

"You are. You're teasing me, Julian."

"Don't be upset, kitten."

"Really." She shook her head. "If you're going to act like this I'd rather if you just left."

"Act like what." He turned, swinging his legs off the bed so he was facing her. "Huh? Act like what, little girl?"

"You know."

"I don't."

"Yes." She wouldn't look at him. "What I told you the other day. So just stop, okay?"

"Oh." He feigned surprise, more for his own benefit than for her, as if he had actually forgotten the fact that she'd confessed her feelings for him. He had forced that out of her as well.

Her face felt hot and she gazed down at the floor, humiliated. How like him to rub that in her face. As if she could help it.

Julian downed the rest of the beer and placed the bottle on the window sill, then got to his feet and took a step toward Kate. She stepped back. Again, he stepped toward her. Again, she stepped back. This continued until he had her backed up against her desk, and he stood over her, quietly looking down, amused at her inability to meet his gaze.

"Come on, kiddo."

She said nothing.

"Don't be like this."

"Be like what." Still, she couldn't look at him.

"Like this. Come on. Let me see a smile."

"Stop talking to me like that. I'm not a child."

"But you are."

"Stop it."

"You're just a kid. A little girl, Kate."

"You should leave."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Please."

"No. I'm not leaving."

She tried to step around him, to sit back down on the bed, or get another beer, anything, but he blocked her.

"What's the problem?" He asked.

"You're acting like a jerk."

He was thumbing the top of her skirt now, gently, and here and there he would tug slightly at her shirt, untucking it slowly.

"What are you doing?" She pushed his hands away.

Ignoring her, he went back to it and she, exasperated, tried in vain to keep her shirt tucked in. When he had succeeded in untucking it completely he murmured, almost inaudibly, "Take it off." 

"No. What? Are you crazy?"

"Take it off, Katie."

"Why?"

"Take. It. Off."

She looked up at him, finally, so beautiful, with his strong jaw and his straight nose. He stared down at her, his eyes neither hard nor gentle, his hair falling over his brow.

"Do it."

She did. He took it from her and tossed it to the side, and without a word he put his hands under her bra, lifting it to expose her breasts, then unclasped it in the back and tossed it that to the side as well. He grabbed a permanent marker from her desk.

"What are you --" She was still cornered, pressed against the desk; she fought against him but he was too strong, and ultimately she was helpless to stop him from writing PROPERTY OF JULIAN across her chest.

He stepped back to admire his work, a sly grin on his face. Kate's lower lip was trembling.

"Get the fuck out of my room," she said in a shaky voice. "Get the fuck out of here. You're fucking miserable."

"Your nipples are hard," Julian said. 

Her face flushed.

"You like that? You get off on being treated like nothing?"

"Get out of here."

"I bet you're wet as hell."

"Get out."

"Make me."

She grabbed the empty beer bottle from the window sill and flung it at him; she missed by a hair.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He growled, changed. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" Gliding toward her, he grabbed her by the arm and threw her to the ground. She fell easily. He pulled her up and shook her. "You need to learn some fucking respect. Stupid bitch. You stupid fucking bitch." He threw her down again. "Get up. Get up."

She scrambled to her feet, trying to get away but he got a hold of her again and threw her down once more.

"Please."

"Please? What, please? Get the fuck up." He slammed her into the wall, she fell again. He pulled her up by her wrist. "Please. You please. You fucking bitch. How fucking dare you. How dare you." 

He pushed her, face down, over her desk. "How fucking dare you," he growled in her ear. "Stupid bitch."

She was sobbing now, terrified. She listened as he undid his belt and pants, her heart pounding, and as he pulled her panties down she begged him to stop. He ignored her, growing harder as her pleas became more urgent, and he was unsurprised to learn she was wet.

He inserted a finger into her pussy, then a second. "You asked for this," he told her. "You fucking bitch."

He tightened his grip on her hair as he forced a third finger inside her.

"Please," she sobbed.

"Shut up."

"You're hurting me."

"Good." Removing his fingers, he pressed his cock against her dripping cunt and tugged again on her hair. "This is what you wanted," he told her. "This is what you get for acting like a child."

On the word 'child' he pushed himself inside her all at once, quickly covering her mouth to stifle her surprised cry. "You fucking bitch," he grunted as he fucked her. She could feel her insides tearing -- he was bigger than anyone she'd ever been with. He was merciless, pounding into her, one hand tangled in her hair, the other now around her throat, tightening every time she made a sound.

After a few moments of this he pulled out of her and yanked her away from the desk. Turning her computer chair around he sat down in it, and still with a good grip on her hair, pulled her on top of him.

"No, no," she begged as he forced her down on his cock. "No." She was crying. "Please, Julian."

"Shut up. You want Mark to hear you? Shut up."

His arms around her, he pushed himself into her as deeply as he could. He had hit her cervical wall -- he could feel it -- and still, he pulled her down onto him.

"Please." She was no longer sobbing, though tears still fell from her eyes. "Please," she whispered, her face close to his. "You're hurting me. Please stop. This hurts. You're too big. Please."

Tired of this, he covered her mouth. "Fucking cunt," he growled in her ear. "Worthless bitch. Miserable little girl. You asked for this."

He continued to fuck her like this, impaling her on his cock mercilessly and she, having given up, rested her head against his shoulder and whimpered as tears streamed down her cheeks. As he neared climax, he continued to insult her with renewed intensity. "Stupid bitch. Fucking stupid whore. This is what you asked for. You wanted me. You wanted this because you're fucking filthy. You're twisted. Dumb bitch. Fucking idiot. You dumb wet bitch. Getting raped makes you wet? That's disgusting. You're fucking sick, Katie. That's fucking sick. That makes you a whore."

And he finished inside her, still pulling her down, and he held her there until he was no longer hard.

"Fucking bitch," he said, and as he got to his feet he pushed her to the ground. "Get your clothes back on."

They redressed in silence.

"Pick a record," he spat at her. "Put it on."

She did.

Julian grabbed two more beers from the fridge, handed one to Kate and took a seat on her bed.