5 comments/ 114985 views/ 17 favorites Seduced into BDSM Ch. 01 By: Bibliophile She didn't have anything else to do. She was nineteen years old with louts for parents, no money to do anything interesting and nobody even remotely interesting to do it with. So here she was, in a run-down pool hall to serve the local under 21 crowd, no alcohol, hanging out with a couple of boys from high school and her two girlfriends. About two hours in she was bored to tears when a new couple came that she had never seen before. The woman was a brunette, long raven black hair. The man seemed older and had a sense of power or confidence about him. They got their pool rack and headed for the very back of the hall three rows away. As they passed, she got a good look at the brunette, 'Raven', in her mind. She was very cute with a small button nose and small tits, but Tammi could see that 'Raven' wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples were poking at the fabric of her white tank top. The brunette had long, bronzed beautiful legs and was wearing high heels that put just the right tension on her calf and thigh muscles. The most interesting thing about the woman (girl? She didn't look much older than Tammi herself) was that she was wearing a micro mini-skirt that just covered the black-haired girls rounded ass cheeks. Tammi couldn't believe the brazen manner in which Raven chose to dress herself. Tiny white tank top, no bra, and a mini-skirt that suggested more than it hid. It was Tammi's turn to shoot and she turned her attention back to her own game of pool. It didn't seem as interesting as before. She shot and missed, and turned her attention back to the new couple. When she found them again, through the dimly lit pool hall, she couldn't help but be surprised. Raven was on her knees, at the corner of the table, while the strange man was setting up the rack. It was an obvious display of humility or obedience (subservience?) as there were chairs all around. Tammi couldn't help but wonder what kind of a person would do that in public, but Raven didn't seem concerned in the slightest. The stranger broke, sunk one ball, sunk another and then missed. It was Raven's turn. Tammi saw her get up, take a shot, make it, make another, then a third and then missed. Raven was good, Tammi could tell. As soon as she missed, Raven returned to her former position, on her knees. It was a hell of a sight. It was Tammi's turn to shoot again; her team was trying to sink the eight ball to win the game. Winners kept playing. Tammi shot the ball, played the carom and scratched. Her team had lost. She sat out the next game while one of her girlfriends played, since there were five in her party altogether. Tammi turned her full attention to the couple three rows down. The stranger was tall, 6'4" or so, dressed in jeans and denim shirt. He looked over 30. He was not a skinny tall either. Tammi found herself staring at him. What was it about this guy that had this Raven girl on her knees? They were near the end of their game. Raven was shooting at the eight ball to win the game, seemed to have an easy shot, but missed. The stranger sunk his remaining ball and then the eight to win the game. Tammi could just make him out to say 'That's one'. Raven, back on her knees, nodded and smiled. Weird! Raven, the loser, did not reset the table. She stayed on her knees while the stranger set up the new game. Tammi couldn't pull her eyes away. The game progressed quickly, the stranger won again. They were much better at pool than her own group, which was barely halfway through their game. Again, Tammi could just make out the stranger to say 'Two.' Raven, on her knees as usual, smiled again. In the third game, Raven had to take a shot in which she was facing directly away from Tammi. Tammi could see, as Raven bent over the table to line up her shot, that the girl's micro mini-skirt rode up her ass to reveal the lower curve of her ass cheeks. Even in the dim light, Tammi thought she could make out the dull glint of gray chain metal dividing the young woman's ass cheeks. That sent a hot chill right into Tammi's own loins. She looked up and, transfixed, saw the stranger looking straight at her. He looked at her a moment longer and said something inaudible to Raven. Raven, about to take her shot stopped and bent over just a little more. Tammi looked briefly and there was no doubt that a length of chain was running through Raven's ass crack. Tammi looked at the stranger again. He was still looking straight at her. He smiled and beckoned Tammi over. Unsure, but really not able to help herself, she slowly went over to their table. Raven, meanwhile, had shot and missed. As Tammi reached their table, Raven was returning to her customary position on her knees. The stranger never took his eyes off of Tammi as she came over to the table. 'Hi. I'm Xxxx. I couldn't but notice that you seemed interested in us,' said the stranger. He had a sense about him that she couldn't pin down. At least she could put a name to his face. She didn't know what to say, but she was drawn to his control. He seemed completely at ease, with his girlfriend, on her knees, watching curiously, as he struck up a conversation with Tammi. Tammi looked at Raven, looked back at the stranger, and asked shyly, tentatively, on uncertain ground, 'What are you doing here?' 'We're determining what happens the rest of the night. She's playing to keep her strokes down, supposedly, and I'm playing to keep them up, definitely.' 'Strokes? What do you mean?' Tammi asked. But based on Raven's position, she was beginning to have an idea. 'If you want to see, why don't you come along with us? This is our last game,' he said. He turned to the kneeling woman. 'You don't mind, do you?' Raven looked back at him with an unreadable look, but without any disagreement. "Yes. I'd like her to come along." 'There you have it,' he said, looking back at Tammi. Tammi blushed as the stranger bent over the table and quickly and efficiently ran the rest of the table. 'How many is that?' he said, looking at Raven. 'Three,' she answered quietly. She stayed kneeling as the stranger packed up the game and all three of them started making for the door. Tammi could hardly believe that she fell into step with Raven as the man paid for the games. Her girlfriends started to come over from their game, but Tammi looked them away. She didn't want to break the spell. The two boys, who were also staring, were way too young, too inexperienced, to get involved. Tammi walked out with Raven and the man as he unlocked a 4-door sedan. Raven got in the front seat, Tammi got in the back. As soon as he pulled out of the parking lot, Raven reached over, unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, semi-rigid. She sank her mouth over it and began to quietly service him as he placed one hand on her head and continued to drive. Tammi was excited and fearful at the same time. He stopped at a red light and looked back at Tammi. 'She and I have an unusual relationship. You look like you're interested, but I'm sure very nervous as well. You can leave any time, though - Just say, "I want to leave now." Tammi's brain felt like it was in slow motion trying to process this absurd statement. 'Repeat those words so I'm sure you understand them' 'I want to leave now,' Tammi mumbled. 'Say it again clearer', he commanded. 'I want to leave now,' Tammi repeated, clearly. Raven never stopped sucking his cock during this conversation, incredible. She even made some soft cooing noises as she worked. 'The next time you say that, I'll stop whatever I'm doing and you can leave. If you don't say that within the next week, I'll make my own decision whether you stay or go," he said. The light turned and he continued driving. It felt like a long ride, but ended up being only halfway across town. They pulled into the garage of a two-story house. Raven disengaged her mouth from his cock and they went inside. Tammi followed. The house was luxuriously appointed, with warm plush carpets and white bare walls. Raven immediately disrobed and went upstairs. He followed her with Tammi trailing behind. She followed the unbelievable pair into a large room - it must have been the master bedroom. Raven was kneeling on a low table, her ass high in the air, her shoulders and head down low on the table. She looked the picture of a submissive female. Mike walked over to the closet and extracted what looked like a many-tailed whip. He went over to Raven, stroked her ass a few times and began to methodically whip her with steady, slow strokes. A low moan of pleasure emanated from the girl on the table as Tammi saw Raven's ass begin to redden. It was incredible. With every stroke that he applied to the dark-complexioned girl's ass, Tammi could tell that Raven was getting hotter and hotter. When the pounding on her ass became too much for her, Raven collapsed onto her belly and he started whipping her back instead. He looked over to Tammi in a way that brooked no argument. Tammi knew what was expected. She walked over and kneeled in front of Him. Unzipping his fly, she released his rigid member and, mesmerized, engulfed it with her mouth. He had a larger than average cock, thick as well, with a pronounced head. Not obscene, but a definite mouthful -- and very straight -- no taper in it at all. She could feel it throb and fill her mouth as she began to service it The whipping went on, the moaning from the heated girl on the table continued. Tammi could hear Raven turn over onto her back as He began whipping her breasts. The "crack" of the whip against girl-flesh was making Tammi incredibly excited. She could feel her own juices soak through her panties, as she got more and more excited. It was difficult at times to keep his prick in her mouth as the motion of his whipping swayed his body back and forth. She felt like she was sucking the muzzle of a shotgun, his cock was so stiff and unyielding. Bobbing her head up and down on his shaft, Tammi felt very sluttish and whorish, but it was creating a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach at the same time. Very strange. Raven moaned out loud... "Whip my cunt! Sir. Please". Immediately, he grabbed Tammi's hair and forced her to shift position so that he could apply the whip to the dark girl's slit. He brought his hand up -- "Splat!" Raven screamed...in pleasure and in pain. Tammi realized her cunt was so wet, the whip slicing into her crease splashed some of the slim girl's cunt-juice onto Tammi's cheek -- incredible! It was blowing Tammi's mind. She continued to bob up and down on his prick for all she was worth. She straightened out her neck to take more of his cock down her throat. He whipped Raven's puss another three or four times until Tammi heard "One" from Raven. It was a moan of defeat. Suddenly Tammi could feel his prick jump in size in her mouth. Tammi understood then what was going on. Raven had been trying to hold off as long as possible before starting the count. He had said something about three strokes at the pool hall. Tammi trembled in anticipation. Tammi heard him say "Spread those legs back open cunt, you have two more strokes to take." Tammi heard a whimper from Raven and knew that the girl on the table was near the end of her rope, so to speak. Tammi could feel his arm cock back to place another stroke on his girlfriend's pussy. -- "Smack!" Tammi could feel the force of the blow and the sharp intake of breath from Raven and another low moan of agony and lust from the whipped girl. "Two," she whispered. "You should have been a little less careless with your shooting back at the hall," he said. "Please master -- I can't take another. Please fuck me now. Anything but another stroke" "Spread those legs one more time, your worthless bitch," He said. Tammi could not believe what was happening. Here she was, a blonde bombshell, kneeling in front of a man she had met less than an hour ago, servicing his cock like a whore, bobbing her head for all she was worth - while he stood whipping a brunette beauty on her ass, her back, her tits and now her pussy. Un-fucking-believable! "Thwack!" "Three" Tammi heard Raven whimper. Raven immediately got off the table and braced herself on a small bench next to the table, on her knees again with her ass up in the air. He pulled his cock out of Tammi's mouth. Tammi was simultaneously flabbergasted, flummoxed, and indignant. "Please, let me finish sucking your cock" Tammi heard herself beg, as if another person was saying it. He ignored her, went over to Raven, grabbed her hips and buried his shaft into her pussy. Raven immediately moaned in deep satisfaction, and seemed to cum at once. He methodically worked his shaft in and out of Raven's cunt. Tammi could see the submissive girl was in heaven. She was so worked up from the whipping that her body responded incredibly to his cock working her pussy. She seemed in a state of nearly continuous orgasm. Tammi couldn't believe what she was seeing. She could only stare in stupefaction and envy at the treatment that Raven was getting from the strange, powerful man. He continued pistoning her cunt for several minutes until Raven began begging him to come. Almost as an act of pure will -- Tammi thought he must have incredible self-control (after getting blown for 20 minutes by one girl while whipping another girl who seemed to get off on it -- that must be every man's dream) and then fucking said whipped girl for another ten minutes -- he grunted and began shooting his load. Raven moaned in pleasure as he spurt his load into her puss. As the moment began to wind down, Tammi felt she had to do something to acknowledge what she had witnessed and to let him know that she wanted to be a part of it. Still on her knees, she crawled over to the sated pair and, taking his cock, retracted it from her rival's pussy (indeed, that's what she though of Raven as now) and brought it to her mouth. By cleaning his cock, Tammi thought, she would signal her acceptance of what she saw and let him know that she wanted to continue, to experience more. Tammi was flabbergasted for a second time as she was immediately shoved out of the way rudely and forcefully, - not by him, but by Raven. Raven snarled at Tammi, and immediately buried her mouth over his cock, all the while looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. Tammi was enraged. He simply smiled and let Raven continue cleaning her own cunt-juice, combined with his jism, off his cock. As Raven continued servicing her Master, He looked over at Tammi. "Are you ready for your own whipping Tammi," He asked. "Yes, sir" Tammi replied automatically, remembering his admonition in the car. Tammi believed his threat. If she didn't obey him, she feared he would throw her out and she didn't think she could bear that at the moment. She would do anything to have him inside of her private place, as he had recently been inside of Raven. "Take off your clothes and throw them in the corner" Tammi began to get up to do just that when he stopped her. "Stay on your knees, bitch" Tammi felt herself flush with a hot flash of humiliation at his harsh words, but began the process of disrobing while remaining in a kneeling position. She was a natural blond with hair falling just below her shoulder blades. She had light eyes, was tall for a girl and still had the very hard body of a young adult. She had long, long legs and a firm, round ass. She also, unlike Raven, had large breasts (her best sexual assets). As she disrobed, she was secretly pleased that her breasts were so much larger than that black haired "bitch's" breasts were. She knew they were a stupendous sight, as most of the boys she knew would do anything to get a chance at sucking on them. (She didn't know, at the time, how much pain and pleasure they would eventually cause her in his care.) Once she completed disrobing she looked back up at him with expectant eyes. Raven was engaged in a slow, steady rhythm on his cock and Tammi could see it semi-rigid again under the ministrations of the recently whipped and fucked brunette. "Lean over the table and spread your legs," he said to Tammi. Tammi rose from her knees and bent at the waist over the low table on which Raven had been so recently whipped. She spread her legs until her ankles were touching the legs at the corner. She saw him head over to the wall and pull four padded straps. He placed one on each ankle. The straps had a D-ring set into them. He used some rope to secure the D-ring to the table legs. She was effectively spread at a 70° angle with her pussy mound forming the apex and her long legs the sides of the triangle. He then placed straps on her wrists. She assumed he would tie those off to the legs on the other side of the table, forcing her to lean over it. Instead he brought her arms back along her sides and tied them to the same table legs her ankles were secured against, but at the top of the legs, rather than the bottom. She didn't understand. This would allow her to stand up, which she did. He took one more strap off the wall. As He brought it closer, Tammi could tell that the strap was larger. He fit the strap around her neck and buckled it in place. He took more rope, looped it through the D-ring of her collar and tied it off underneath the table to some device Tammi couldn't see. Now she was forced to bend over the table at the waist. She had some freedom of movement with the way He had secured her, but she was effectively tied with nowhere to go. He picked up a long braided whip and laid it on her back. Tammi shivered in anticipation. She knew she would be whipped, but she also knew that at the end of the whipping, she might get fucked and that was all she cared about at the moment. The first stroke forced a gasp from the blonde as he struck her squarely on her back. Involuntarily, she tried to stand up, but was brought up shore by her neck collar. The second stroke caught her on her ass and she felt a burning sensation along with a shiver of fear. What had she done, placing herself under the control of this monster? He stroked he ass a few more times with the whip and she began to whimper in pain. "You can walk out of here anytime, just say the word," he said. This shocked Tammi back to her senses. She couldn't bear the thought of leaving. For the first time in her life, she felt no desire except to luxuriate in the present. To please him. She knew what was required. "Please. Don't stop whipping me," she moaned. She heard a satisfied grunt, and the whipping continued. She lost count of the strokes after 15. He whipped her back, her ass, and her legs. She was sure that he COULD have whipped her much harder than he did, that he was holding back. Still, the pain FELT excruciating (and exquisite) at the same time. He varied where he laid the whip on her and varied the intensity and timing of his strokes so that she was always off balance, always unsure. Eventually, she let go of herself. Since she couldn't get away from the pain, her body adjusted and, eventually, she began to luxuriate in the sensation. She felt an intense heat spreading from her abdomen up to her breasts and down to her crotch, through her thighs, setting all of her nerve endings on fire. The whole time, though, Tammi knew that brunette bitch was sucking on his cock and it drove her insane. When would he stop whipping her and start fucking her. Just then, Tammi felt a pressure at her most private of openings. Oh God, what was he doing now. She resisted, but had no chance. She could feel his thumb 'pop' into her anal chute as the rest of his fingers fanned out along the top of her ass. He was going to whip her while he had his thumb up her ass! "Thwack" the whip sliced against her upper thighs. She squirmed under the stroke. The pressure of his digit buried in her anus was humiliating. He could 'gauge' the effect of his ministrations on her at a very personal level. "Crack" the whip sung across her upper back and shoulder blades. Her shudder of pain was monitored closely by his anal thermometer. She was literally under his thumb. She could feel a wetness dribbling down her inner thighs. He knew just how to play her. The combination of the whipping and the humiliation was turning her on in a way that she had never been turned on before. Seduced into BDSM Ch. 01 "Please...please fuck me. I can't stand it any more" Tammi moaned. But she could stand it as he continued to whip her, concentrating mostly on the junction of her legs and her ass. He monitored her the whole time, through his thumb. Sometimes he would put a slight pressure one way or another. He would lift his thumb and Tammi knew this was an order to rise up her ass a little higher to receive the kiss of the whip. Then he would exert some downward pressure, telling her to press herself against the table as he worked on her thighs. Tammi knew she was being molded to his wishes. It was incredible the way she was controlled by that single thumb inserted in her nether canal. Finally, he must have sensed that she was near her limit. He set aside his whip and removed his now fully rigid cock from Raven's hungry mouth. He stroked it into Tammi's sopping wet cunt. Tammi was out of her mind. She was finally getting fucked. Even this part was humiliating though. He kept his controlling digit deeply ensconced in her anal canal as he fucked her pussy. She could hide nothing from him. As she came on his third stroke, he felt her orgasm. As she came again several strokes later, he pushed a little deeper into her shit-chute. Tammi didn't have time to recover from her second orgasm before she was cumming again. She moaned a low, animal sound that signaled her complete abandonment of all dignity. She felt her ass clamping down on his digit in her throes as she felt herself rising to a long continuous cum. Then she felt him withdraw his Cock from her pussy. He hadn't come yet! She had to take his cum inside her. Then she felt his thumb pop out of her anal chute and she came close to tears. Why did he abandon her? What had she done wrong? She'd sucked His cock, suffered under His whip, endure the humiliation of His thumb up her ass while being whipped and fucked. She didn't wait long for her answer. He placed his prick against her most private hole and pushed steadily. Tammi felt like a pile driver was making its way up her poop chute. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have part of her body in contact with him, even if it was her ass. She was so close to the edge that she came again on that initial anal in-stroke. The first time a cock had ever been up her ass and it resulted in an orgasm for her, more from the situation, the humiliation, she could tell, than the sensation. She was lost in ecstasy. The twenty minutes it took him to get off were a haze to her of cumming and pleasure. She hardly noticed as Raven undid her restraints so Tammi could bend herself even more to pleasing him by positioning herself. Finally, she felt his cock swell slightly in her ass and she immediately clenched her muscles as hard as she could as she felt a warm flood inside her intestines. In sympathy, she orgasmed again as her sated tormentor slowed his stroking and rubbed his strong hands across her whipped, raw back and upper buttocks. His touch was heavenly. As he pulled out of her, she mewled in disappointment. She didn't want to lose contact with him; she still wanted him inside her. "Take her up and show her the shower, help her get cleaned up and put her to bed" he instructed Raven as he zipped up and headed downstairs. Seduced into BDSM Ch. 02 Seduced into BDSM Ch. 02 He unhooked Tammi from the post and turned her back around, but lifted her arms behind her to hook them high, forcing her to bend down, obscenely, ducking her head toward the floor and against the post so that her arms were almost straight up behind her and she was bent over, her ass high in the air. He sunk his cock into her from behind and Tammi sighed in supreme contentment. He'd left the clothespins on. They were dangling from her hanging, heavy and now un-wired breasts. I could see the darker creases on her brightly reddened tits and flushed back that the now-removed telephone wire had left. That was a beautiful sight too. He simply drove his cock between her clothes-pinned cunt lips. He drove her to one orgasm after another. She was helpless before him. He'd prepared her body and worked it up to a fever pitch. She couldn't resist the primal call of cock to cunt. She spasmed round his cock, her head down and her arms pulled up, her legs spread and her tits hanging and he smiled as he fucked her...a smile of male contentment that a job was well done. He could have been looking at a room that was patched and spackled and painted and trimmed up. It was the look of a craftsman that was proud of his work. I could see his finished project in her shaking legs and hear it her moans of ecstasy and joy. I seethed in rage and jealousy. Tammi had legs long enough to keep her cunt at a fuckable height while bent over like this. I was too short and Sir was too tall for him to have done that to me before. Tammi was getting fucked by Sir in a way he had never fucked me and I couldn't believe the shock that drove through my body at that thought. And she was cumming! She was orgasming to Sir's fat tool pile-driving into her molested and bent-over body. Her sweat-stained hair waving back and forth in rhythm to his thrusts. That lucky whore looked like a used piece of flesh, totally objectified, red and raw all over, bent obscenely with her head down and against the post...her arms up and stretched behind her...wooden jewelry hanging off her tender flesh and Sir's pole driving into her bitch-slut body, driving her to orgasm after orgasm. And I wanted it to be me! And that had never been me. Tammi now had something with Sir that I didn't have because my unworthy body was so much shorter than his that he didn't care to bend his knees and fuck me. He always moved me somewhere else when he warmed me up at the post like that. I always had to stand on a couple of footstools to take Sir's cock from behind. And now, he started belting her again...and I saw in the steady, rhythmic way he laid the belt along her back, not hard...but slow and constant and in tune with his fucking, that he was climbing toward his own orgasm. That was a technique that was deeply familiar to me...indeed, it had taught me to trigger many of my own orgasms, knowing and learning this signal that he was finally ready to cum himself. He drove Tammi before him, strapping her in time to his thrusts and building his orgasm with thrust and belt and dominance and lust and animalism. I didn't see the transfer of jism from cock to cunt, but I saw it in the moan of lust and enjoy that escaped from Tammi as she felt his warmth erupt inside her. I moaned in lust and frustration. I could only watch in distress and loneliness and desolation, while Tammi received his cum and not me. Sir wasn't done yet, though. He unhooked her and sat down. We both crawled and took a masculine foot each. He tousled the hair of both of our heads as we kneeled before him and kissed and licked his feet. He sat there for several minutes, I'm sure, enjoying the sight of two women worshipping him in such a manner. He heaped praise on Tammi, telling her what a good girl she was and how proud of her he was that she'd been so brave and that she hadn't told him to stop. He told her how hard he was and that not all girls could take it, but that she was a very good girl and had made him happy. He emphasized what a good job I'd done, sucking his cock while he whipped her. His words of praise made it all worthwhile. I shined under his compliments. They were like sunshine and water to a flower. He told whore-slut-Tammi how beautiful she was, all covered in belt marks. We both of us beamed under his praise and competed with each other to kiss and fondle his feet. If someone had been watching this scene, they would have marveled at it...two modern women debasing themselves in front of this tall didn't-give-a-fuck male as he complimented them on their subservience and their obedience. If I wasn't a participant, I'd be hard-pressed to believe it if I was told it second hand. But there we were, two female "slaves", competing to please our man, paying homage to his masculinity and his dominance. Thrilled by the slightest compliment, desperate to be fucked or spanked or paid attention to in any way he might wish. He ended our worship by saying he had to take an after-sex piss and wondered which of us might like to get pissed on. I took my lips off his feet, saying "Me, Sir! Me! Me! Please. Please piss on me, Sir!". Out of the side of my eyes, I saw a nervous and unsure blonde-haired bitch, still kissing his feet, not knowing what to do, shocked at his awful suggestion. A male fist gripped my hair, twisting my face up. "You'll be sleeping with me tonight after I'm done with my piss, Raven." A thrill of animalistic pleasure coursed through my body. I sensed rather than saw Tammi's body deflate in disappointment. Sir would be fucking and dominating me tonight and NOT her. Maybe she'd leave after all. If she couldn't handle a bit of hot, scalding piss out of Sir's cock, then I might him get him all back to myself! Her training and seduction into submission and bondagem evidently, was not yet complete. But I didn't hold out too much hope. I'm afraid that I am one of two submissives now, owned by Sir. Today had made that clear. Tammi had too many physical attributes for him to turn her out. No man could and no real man should. For myself, I knew I could leave anytime I wanted. I knew Sir had absolutely zero interest in a girl unless she was interested in him. I also knew I wouldn't leave. I knew that my body's reaction to his invitation into his bed (if I'd just kneel under his stream of piss first) made that impossible. How could I leave a man that could molest and dominate me so exquisitely. How might I ever find another man like Sir? And if I did, wouldn't that new man be the kind of man, himself, that would insist on whatever number of girls that he wanted...just like Sir? Nope. I wasn't giving him up. He'd have to kick me out of his own accord. He couldn't get rid of me that easily. I doubted Tammi would refuse him anything, over time. He was just too much of a male to refuse. She'd become just like me. After all, his smile, looking down at his raven-haired and long-time submissive, promising to fuck her and molest her, after pissing on her, was what made my life so perfect. To be sexually obedient to such a man was to be content. I relished Tammi's defeat as she continued to lick and kiss his right foot. I was going to get fucked but good tonight! Author Note: I'm glad I finally had an interesting idea to follow up the initial story. Comments and feedback are always welcome and appreciated, positive or negative. Seduced into BDSM Ch. 03 Author's Note: For some reason, I like 3's and I thought the 3rd and final chapter should be in the male voice, since Ch 01 belonged to Tammi and Ch 02 belonged to Raven - even though that probably won't be as enjoyable for the average reader who might enjoy the female voice better. PRELUDE The big advantages I have are that I know what I like and I have enough. That makes it possible to pass on "adequate" in order to wait for "outstanding". Lightning had already struck once. Raven was a wholly-owned and carefully personalized "Fucktoy" trained to service most of my pervy fetishes (there were a few I hadn't the moral courage to let her in on yet). She likes to call herself my sex slave. I humor her on that, but we all know the score. It's a convention. She can walk anytime. In fact, I prefer Sir over Master...it sounds a lot less stilted, less nerdy, less desperate. I'd just finished a bad week at work and had put my simultaneously worthless and priceless Raven to the whipping post to get the week out of my system. After all, that's what girls who are deeply under control are for. Tammi, that magnificent piece of young-ish cunt-meat that Raven and I had happened across at the pool hall, seemed both horrified and fascinated at how I had laid into Raven with first a belt and then a wooden drapery rod, methodically striping her sister-in-submission front and back until Raven was reduced to a slobbering, sweating, gasping female mess, slumped in utter defeat against the post - and I was satisfied, sated and in a MUCH better mood. Tammi...naked, on her knees, with her elbows belted behind her back so that her tits could be forced forward and out for my personal viewing pleasure...was watching me work over the "slave", Miss Raven. Having gotten some of the violence and frustration out of my system and now surveying, with a particularly male satisfaction, the results on Raven's body, I was now ready to get a blowjob, but I'd been PARTICULARLY hard on Raven and I could tell she would be busy recovering for at least a few minutes and that she was just too emotional, at the moment, to provide the kind of decent cock-sucking I felt was my due. Plus, Raven was tied against the post and I'd have to take a few minutes to free her. Tammi was immediately available. So I motioned Tammi over, even though I knew Raven wouldn't care for getting whipped hard without the pleasure of reward (did I just say that...that sucking a man's cock who just whipped you was a reward?). Tammi knew what I required and began to work my dick over as Raven continued to sob against the post, recovering, heat radiating off her body almost visibly. The only thing that might have improved this tableau of one girl, naked, elbow-tied, on her knees, working my knob with her mouth...and another girl, naked, striped, sobbing, tied against a post, wishing it was her sucking my cock, was a beer. Needless to say, I was enjoying myself, the young and eager mouth around my cock, the silky, soft hair underneath my fingers as I guided her non-verbally to service me, the feel of my hard and pulsating prick, the prospect of a very pleasant evening fucking my slave and further training this newbie submissive. But as I was "enjoying" this wonderful moment, Tammi (the tied bitch on the floor, not the whipped cunt on the post) took a big, big chance by taking her mouth off my prick to speak. "Sir...you've NEVER whipped me that hard and that long. How come?" Smart and well-trained, Tammi was quick to engulf me again after asking this question. She rightly knew that, even having sated myself with Raven's suffering and pain, I was still dangerous to any girl that stopped sucking my cock without my explicit permission. "You're just a submissive, Tammi. Raven is a sex slave. You haven't asked to be treated that way, so I shouldn't be that hard on you." Isn't it amazing how beating one girl into tears and sobs can make you calm enough to answer a heartfelt question from a second girl in a quiet, matter-of-fact way, without even thinking about it too much! And though a slight shading of the truth (Raven's not a slave as I've discussed earlier, she just likes to pretend she's one and I choose to play along and take advantage of her need to call herself that), I still thought this was a decent and basically honest reply by me...Raven was certainly much deeper into submission than Tammi was, so far as I could tell. But I could almost see the wheels turning in those baby blues of the young woman who was very slowly and medium-deeply (just the way I liked it) sliding her wet mouth up and down my hard, straight shaft. A few moments later Tammi took another calculated risk. "Sir, can I be your slave too? Can I help you get into a better mood when you've had a bad week? Like Raven just did? I didn't know that there was something more that I could do for you, but I want to." Let's stop and consider, just for a moment, how unbelievable this sounds. If I didn't know better (and we all do know better, since this is only a story by a wanna-be dom who has to write out his fantasies, not a true alpha male who gets to live them), I would think this was a complete fantasy...to have a woman, in the flower of youth, with a rack that doesn't quit, creamy skin, blonde, eager-to-learn, eager-to-please, capable of enduring pain as foreplay rather than pleasure...to ASK to be a slave. And she's asking out of jealousy because she wants to be treated like the FIRST slave. UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE! I should be a little more disturbed at this second question from Tammi. She really should be bitch-slapped for taking her mouth off my cock a second time, even if it's to ask a question that thrills me to my pervish male core...but it's impossible to be "on" all of the time, even if it exposes me as a pretend dominant rather than a real one. Besides, she dived back onto my cock and used all her skills to work my knob and get me back to a state of semi-quiescence – it's hard to concentrate on being mean when you're getting your cock sucked just about perfectly right by a young, buxom perfectly great-looking girl. At the moment, it made more sense for me to enjoy her slowly bobbing mouth and the vision of her swaying tits and the struggle of one lower arm, constricted by her belted elbows, to reach around and cup my heavy balls, than it did to bitch-slap her for her impertinence of asking to be my sex slave when, in ideal circumstances, she should ask that question when she's not in the middle of sucking my cock. But I'm a reasonable man...I know things can't always be perfect. And after all...this was quite a speech from Tammi. These things weren't discussed in my household. The matter had never come up. I didn't use Raven to the fullest extent permissible very often...and hadn't done so yet in front of Tammi. After all, girls were capable of bearing almost anything, but they had to be used wisely. Another way to think about it is that if Tammi was in the middle of Course 182 (Introductory Submission), Raven was presently enrolled in Course 282 (Advanced Submission). I wouldn't use this blonde demi-goddess on her knees before me like I used Raven just now. Even with Raven, I went to these kinds of extremes only very rarely because it takes a while for a girl to recover from the kind of severe and unrelenting sadism that I could "bring" and I didn't like being without the use of her for extended periods of time that stretched more than two or three days (I was just too much of a sex fiend). But I did and do enjoy stretching girls limits...it does make my cock hard to hurt a girl. It makes my cock even harder when I hurt her severely...and Raven knows this about me and accepts it...and asked to go there. I have no idea why, but I don't delve into it too deeply (why look a gift horse in the mouth?). Could Tammi bear almost anything as well? I didn't believe it. I doubted there'd be one girl that could take my hand when I used it hardest. Now Tammi was saying she might be a second one? Could I be wrong in my outlook in what girls really wanted, beneath the surface and where things are hidden? This exchange between Tammi and I lasted only a few moments. But Raven heard. She stopped her quiet sobbing and hugged the post more tightly, listening. Tammi continued sucking cock until I felt ready for a change. I had Tammi stand up and back onto my fuck-stick. She bobbed up and down like a good little girl, supporting herself lightly on my thighs with her free hands below her trussed elbows, and kept a regular bobbing rhythm with her cunt...just as she had done with her mouth...until I grunted to orgasm and enjoyed fully the transfer of jism to pussy, enjoying her sighs of supreme contentment and satisfaction, knowing that she'd coaxed a load out of me into her second hole. She squeezed and ground like a very good girl. I had her sit on my lap for a while, leaning back, as I reached around and cupped her tits and rolled her nipples, my cock slowly subsiding in her puss. Enjoying the girl on my lap, admiring the girl on the post, thinking about what Tammi had asked. As I undid the belt around her elbows, I gave her my judgment: "If you still want to sign up for sexual slavery to me tomorrow, I can initiate you then. Clean off my cock and let Raven down...I'm going to take a shower." Tammi slipped off my lap, caught my limp dick deftly in her hand, cupped her other palm underneath her puss to catch my escaping cuntally-delivered jism and sank her mouth around my very satisfied one-eyed snake. I smiled inwardly as she finished licking her cream off my member and then proceeded to pull up her other hand, smeared with my leaked-from-her-puss-man-juice, to her mouth and slurped my escaped cum. She was pretty well trained actually...a good girl...stacked, beautiful. Frankly, I couldn't believe my good fortune. Before I headed off for a well deserved end of week shower: "Raven...you're in bed with me tonight. Tammi, you're sleeping alone." What can I say...I'm not big on after-care. I enjoyed the shower. I enjoyed Raven's ministrations later in the evening even more. There weren't many words exchanged, but she did a magnificent job of giving me a second blowjob that night. I'd used up all my frustration earlier and was thinking hard about Tammi's unbelievable request...to ask to be a slave in response to my brutalization of this girl currently sucking my cock. Raven took me to the edge and back away from it four or five times. She knew my mood and that I was willing to let her run this particular late Friday evening. She deliberately turned down a little bit of fucking, even though she'd earned it. Without words, Raven, my dark-haired, exotic and priceless toy, was driving the point home about what a valuable piece of sexual property she was. When she finally finished me off, I understood and agreed with her silent argument, delivered with her mouth around my cock. As I drifted off to sleep and as Raven curled her bruised and battered body round my flank and legs, I thought to myself, "If Tammi wants in, she had better earn it. I only settle for the best." PREPARATION I told Raven to take Tammi into town and get the mid-sized glass plug...the one that only hurts, not the one that creates uncontrollable panic. I also told her to make sure they were both cleaned out. I wanted a colonic, not an enema. While they were shopping and cleaning, I prepared. The girls returned. I took Tammi down into the garage. She saw the equipment, but didn't have enough experience to fear it. This particular setup is rarely used because it takes a girl's second hole (her cunt) out of commission for several days rather than several hours. In fact, for many years I found it unsatisfying until I saw a simple picture that turned it from a fetish device for appearances, but unusable in practice, to an extremely effective sadism implement, but one that was actually usable, if I was willing to sacrifice my use of the girl's puss for a few days afterwards. A girl, horsed properly, is put into exquisite pain. I'm a sadist, so that is something that I really enjoy. My particular horse was a 2x4 piece of wood, about 6' long set up on edge so that the skinny side faced vertical. A 2x4 is actually one-and-a-half-inches-wide (that's just less than four centimeters for you Euro-trash whores who are reading this awful story). One-and-a-half inches is wide enough to take a girl's weight, but narrow enough to concentrate her weight painfully. This wood was sanded. I'd taken care to even round the edges a bit and oil it down. It was supported in three places by legs coming out diagonally to each side. Those legs had been replaced many times while I found the perfect height...a lot of trial and error, but fun in finding, eventually, the right solution. The space above is just as important as the horse. You can't force the girl to sit properly on a horse unless you make sure she can't slip to the side and relieve the unbearable pressure a narrow horse-ride puts on her cunt. The pain reaction will override the girl's physical control of her body...so you must bind her physically to ride the horse properly. I don't think you can train her mentally to do so (a man who can would be better than me, anyway). At least...the severest techniques that I'm willing to apply, I've found, cannot override an unbearable pain response that drives instinctual rebellion from the bitch/cunt/whore who is engaged in the ride. So in short, I had the device positioned under plenty of hooks to make sure she rode it properly. Back to the present, in the garage, with my wanna-be slave. I put Tammi's arms into a U-bar in the back, cinching each wrist to the opposite elbow, using the large collection of cuffs and straps I'd collected over the years. Think of the letter U, with the upper arms straight down the sides, then the base of the U as her two forearms are brought up level with the ground, straight across her back. She was uncomfortable, but used to this kind of complete helplessness. After the elbow-cinch-tit-thrust-tie, it was the best bondage position to make sure a girl stuck her tits out properly. It's only real disadvantage is the complicatedness, but it was necessary for tonight's proceedings and time wasn't an issue for me (although time would soon be Tammi's mortal enemy). She didn't complain, knowing complaints resulted in bitch slaps and verbal beratings and worse. I took rope and wrapped it tight round her torso and over the U-Bar arm-tie, not worrying too much about breathing. I wanted to make sure her arms were bound tight against her body for the coming ordeal. She was naked as usual (so was Raven). It was a warm summer night. I had her in a ponytail, a high one, the type that served as a handle, not a hair-style. I wanted her hair off her shoulders. Her tits stuck out nicely (can you tell yet that I really like Tammi's big tits). Raven glanced at Tammi's melons enviously, knowing her little bumps were no match for Tammi's large, meaty, young melons. Raven took the glass plug up her ass slowly and painfully, but was trained to it. I used lots of lube and plugged her myself, making sure it was seated firmly. I bent the naked, U-barred Tammi against the car. It was still warm from the girl's day trip to the city. I could feel her enjoying the latent heat of the sun-warmed metal hood mashing against her tits. I loved the way they rounded outward from her body as I bent her over the car. "This is going to hurt, cunt." I liberally lubed the fat, scary glass plug and set the bulbous tip against Tammi's exposed third hole. The pressure was inexorable as I twist-pushed it in. Tammi had been plugged before, but the invasion of fat, unyielding glass is always tough and scary for a girl. Tammi grunted, then squealed in pain as a plug bigger than she'd yet experienced was popped into a hole not meant to take its size. But girls don't understand that there is no bone around their rectum for a reason. It's meant to stretch to whatever size a man might reasonably require. And at least I was a man who was interested in re-using girls, not just using them...we all know that plugs are out there that ruin girls rather than just train them to endure pain and be obedient. I am a sadist, but I value sexual property and so enjoy harming it, but not ruining it. Raven assured me that both girls were cleaned out at her favorite place and neither had eaten. That meant that ass-fucking was definitely on the menu later on...even for a clean-freak like me. And cunt-fucking would not be on the menu because Tammi, to become my slave, would have to ride the horse this evening. PRELIMINARIES "Say it again, cunt. Tell me what you want" "I want to be your slave, Sir. I want to be of use to you like Raven is." "You're not thinking straight, you stupid bitch. Did you see what I did to Raven last night? I'm not demanding that from you. I already have it from her." "I can't help it. Serving you consumes me, Master. I can't stand that she serves you better than me." "I'm not your Master yet, you ignorant whore. And you serve differently. Look at you. Look at your bod. I can use you for things I can't use her for. You can please me in ways that Raven can't" Raven twitched on the floor. I knew these words of praise about Tammi's body, meant to berate Tammi, were burning into Raven's soul. From Tammi, "That's not enough for me. I need to be your slave as well." "I don't think you understand who I am, you worthless piece of shit. I don't think you get how much I can hurt a girl when the mood strikes." "I don't care. That's what I want, Sir" "Then get on your knees and ask for it, bitch." Naked, plugged, arm-bound, pony-tailed, young, naïve, stupid really...when looking at what was in store for her...Tammi dropped to the cement floor and looked up at me with those big eyes. "Please let me be your slave." "Kiss my boots when you ask me that, cunt." She struggled down to the floor, cheek to cement, and repeated her request with her lips on my leather boots. "Please let me be your sex slave." I grabbed her ponytail and yanked her up roughly...pulling her over to one end of the "horse". She came willingly, eagerly. I had her step up onto two boxes, to either side of the wood. I attached a chain to the eye-bolt secured by rope that was threaded through the pulley above. I clipped that chain to her bound arms and wrapped a belt around her thighs under the wood so that she couldn't move her legs too much. I pulled on the rope slightly, pulling it through the pulley, putting tension on the chain, pulling her arms back slightly, forcing her torso forward, forcing her to lean over the menacing wood. She was uncertain, uncomfortable, un-nerved, but still didn't know her peril. This was not something we'd done before. The lack of experience with this had put her off balance. It's too late now, you poor piece of mis-guided inexperienced pussy, I thought to myself. You've asked. "Sexual slaves" don't have "safe words". They only have themselves to blame for their foolishness. PAIN The rest is pretty simple. I took away the supporting boxes that she was standing on while holding her round her waist. She dropped against the beam gently while I positioned her cunt on the wood, making sure to reach my fingers in, while lifting her up by the waist, to spread her lips and get a firm plant of puss lips to wood. I felt my cock stiffen as her cunt made contact and as my hand was soaked immediately. Tammi was ALREADY creaming heavily, though that flow of arousal cream should end within seconds. Once she was seated properly on the wood, I switched my soaked fingers to the pully rope and got it just right, still holding her round the waist so she wouldn't tip to either side. Seduced into BDSM Ch. 03 The trick is to get enough tension on the rope to hold her body straight...the tight bondage around the torso on the U-bar arm bondage makes sure her torso takes the weight of the pulley rope, not her arms. The tension forced her forward onto the wood, and her cunt down into it. The belt around her thighs makes sure she can't use her legs to gain leverage and knock the horse over. I'd perfected the measurements of this horse with Raven as my victim. Tammi was tall, a full 6" taller than Raven, but not tall enough to set my design to ruin. It was lucky I was tall myself, since that went into the design too. I let go of her waist and tied off the pulley rope against another hook in the wall. Tammi was already moaning in pain and only a few seconds had passed. "It hurts, Sir." "Quit talking, cunt." Tammi moaned again in pain. I looked at her remorselessly and just rubbed the growing bulge in my pants. Girls in pain make me hard. It's not my most attractive quality, but I'm not into hiding things from myself. I took time to put Raven in the same bondage, ignoring Tammi's steadily escalating cries of pain, but hearing them and enjoying them, reveling in them, taking time to watch as I slowly transformed Raven from free girl to U-barred horse-victim. Raven was still horribly marked from last night, but I'd whipped her front and back, not between the legs. She was still whole and had more pain to give to me in her most private crease. Tammi moaned again. "It hurts. I can't take it. Please let me down." Less than three minutes had passed. "My pussy is going to be ruined, Sir. Please let me down. I feel like I'm dying" "You're already an extremely poor slave. I told you to quit talking, whore." I don't know what Tammi was going through (you don't think I'd sign up for this, do you?), but I knew the pain felt unbearable. I was very, very stiff at this point WITHOUT the benefit of a woman's skilled mouth. I had also put a cock ring on, the kind that went around both cock and balls. This would make it easier to keep an erection without the use of a girl's mouth. It would make me thicker. The fact that it went around my balls would also contribute to holding back my orgasm. I couldn't help myself...I rubbed my prick through my pants as I admired my two girls on the horse. I felt large and powerful down there. These are the moments a man should savor. They don't come along that often. I didn't rush it. Tammi's cries of pain were like music. The tears rolling down her face made her even more beautiful. I could feel my prick literally throbbing under the fabric and under my fingers, demanding release from its confinement. Raven's silence was brave, but I knew it wouldn't go on forever. She knew it as well. No girl could be properly horsed for long without losing her composure. It was too much for me. I unzipped my fly and released my prick. The cool night air seeping into the garage felt wonderful on it. It pulsed in my right hand. I could feel the blood still surging into it, captured by the ring turning my cock into a piece of iron. Tammi started to scream. I walked up and bitch-slapped her hard...making sure to steady her torso with my left hand so that she wouldn't get any relief from the horse. She stayed vertical, her torso pulled forward from the force of the pulley pulling her arms up and back. Her thighs held tight together under the wood by the tightly cinched belt. Her cunt seated squarely on remorseless, unforgiving oiled, sanded wood. The bitch-slap shocked her into silence and she momentarily receded into hopeless and helpless moans. My released cock brushed against her creamy thigh, still feeling like it was expanding to monstrous size from this young woman's pain, from the ring, from my own tightly controlled excitement. It was important, I think, not to let the victim (consensual victim...dear reader...remember that she asked) know how keenly you were enjoying their suffering, how excited and near-out-of-control you were yourself. If they sensed that I was so near the edge, they might find me out as a fraud...and then I would lose them. I had to maintain the illusion of control over my not-to-be-ignored manhood. Raven began to moan softly in pain now as well. She was a mirror image of Tammi, on the other side of the horse. But instead of tall and big-titted and creamy and goddess-like, she was tiny and dark and exquisite and exotic in her beauty. She hadn't started sweating yet, but the sweat was pouring off Tammi's flanks, dripping to the floor. I had other things to inflict on these two girls, but there was no time for that now. The lower-brain demands of my cock were over-riding my higher senses, crowding out all other thoughts beyond the need to sink my weapon into a warm, dark, pink sheath. A baser instinct was taking hold of me. I said earlier that the horse, in my mind, turned from an interesting but frustrating device to hurt a girl into a useful device when I finally saw a picture that made it all clear to me. Bondage photographers usually show girls in the middle of a horse, equidistant from the edges. This is because, I imagine, they don't fuck the girls they're photographing. They're going for a beauty shot instead. Stupid, inexperienced me...with no imagination. You can horse a girl and still fuck her, you just need to horse her near the edge, not in the middle. I'd even marked the proper position with a stripe across the uncaring wood, being very careful, in seating both Tammi and Raven, to properly position them at the mark...at the fucking mark...at the usage mark. Tammi, in being bent forward to concentrate her weight on her cunt by the rope pulling her arms back and up, was at the same time positioned to beautifully expose her third hole, her anal orifice...her least desirable...but still usable hole... to my no-longer-to-be-ignored cock. And it was time to use that hole. A girl in pain is an arousing sight. But if she's not fuckable, then her pain, in many ways, is wasted – especially when that pain causes blood to flood into my manhood, to straighten it out, to make it thick and dangerous. I saw the base of the plug poking out of Tammi's ass. I knew the hidden bulb of glass was smeared with lube to ease my entry in...I knew that lube had greased her opening. She was crying uncontrollably while Raven, six feet away was gasping in pain. My cock was so hard that it actually hurt. I twist-pulled the glass plug out. Nothing need be said to the horsed girl. She is simply there, available, screaming, crying, helpless, beautiful...and a waste if not used. I reached around and took a globe of tit in my left hand. I reached down and positioned my fully-erect cock at her most private opening. I pushed...it slid in easily. Her ass around my cock felt really, REALLY good. I reached my right hand and took hard hold of her right tit and mashed both globes into her rib-cage. I pulled out and gave her the first, long, exquisitely pleasurable stroke. I could tell RIGHT AWAY that I wouldn't need a long time slotted up Hershey highway to reach climax, despite the ring holding my cock and caging the semen in my balls. What a glorious feeling to fuck a hysterically sobbing and helpless girl in the ass. I recommend it. It's not worth jail-time – so keep it voluntary and consensual - but it's extremely satisfying. I pulled back for a second full stroke...the pressure of the previous stroke ground the poor bitch harder into the wood and I transferred right hand to mouth and muffled her screams, her suffering. I pulled out of Tammi. After only two strokes. It was extremely hard to do. "You're going to have to control your pain response, you stupid cunt...if you're going to be my slave". I walked over to the other side of the horse and took out Raven's plug and sampled her third hole the same way I sampled Tammi's. She was crying now, moaning "Master...Master". Raven had lost enough composure to slip the mask and call me "Master" instead of "Sir". I removed my belt from my pants and whipped the top of her buttocks, leaving angry red welts across the ridge where ass met lower back. These merged with her wicked stripes from yesterday. You know how I feel about that label, you ungrateful bitch. You know you should call me "Sir". "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...please...I hurt..." moaned Raven through her tears. Raven's hole was tighter than Tammi's...and she was much more experienced in pleasuring my cock. She bore down on each stroke of my cock into her ass...even as that stroke bore her cunt down onto the wood...milking me with her anal ring of muscle, knowing that as soon as I orgasmed, I'd lose my insatiable desire to hurt and humiliate, knowing that she'd be off the horse within seconds. She flexed her anal muscle on each stroke, doing everything she could to coax the jism out of my balls, to end her own pain. Raven was a good girl. I was very lucky to have fooled her for so long about my alpha male status. I enjoyed her ass for a few minutes and reveling in and relishing the screams of pain that poured out of Tammi's mouth. PAYOFF The time for my orgasm wasn't at hand, but it was near...I could feel the jism roiling around down in my balls and I knew I couldn't meet Tammi's request to be a slave by unloading in Raven's ass despite me being happy exactly where I was. I figured that would scar Tammi emotionally and drive her away from me rather than toward me. And while I was happy to stay right where I was...inside a horsed Raven while enjoying the pain of a horsed Tammi, I also had to consider my desire for long-term use of Tammi...and her emotional need for me to unload in her ass, not in Raven's ass. How come I have to do all these things as a dominant man, like switching girls to make sure they're emotionally taken care of, when I'd really just rather bust a nut exactly where I was! It's really not fair! Why does life treat me so poorly! With more control than I thought I had, I pulled my cock out of Raven's ass and went back to Tammi and laid the leather belt hard a few times against her exposed cheeks (more for the irritation of delaying my orgasm than anything else) before settling back inside HER third hole. My cock had left none of its hardness in the short walk or the delay to deliver 6 hard strokes. The pain of the belt, combined with the constant terror of the wood, when coupled with my re-slotted cock in her ass, temporarily rendered Tammi silent. I reached around a grabbed a tit in each hand...rolling thumb and forefinger to the front, brutally stretching her meaty globes up and intensely rolling her nipple between thumb and index finger. I used her nipples to provide the final intense, satisfying pain and in less than twenty strokes, deposited an EXTREMELY satisfying load of milky male sustenance deep into Tammi's most private and secret crevice. This was a long orgasm for me, drawn out...enjoyable (as all orgasms are). And while I immediately lost the driving lust to inflict pain brought on by Tammi's foolish request to become a slave, I wanted to enjoy the blissful afterglow of male orgasm a few moments longer. After all, my cock was only beginning to lose strength...I could feel the bite of wood below my newly minted slave's cuntal walls and enjoyed the feeling of power I had to horse this young girl, to ass-fuck her, to have her ask to be my slave, to have her suffer for me, to have her want to suffer for me. "Milk it Tammi...be a good girl...don't leave any cum inside my cock." I felt a very weak pressure of her anal muscle ring bearing down on my cock. The girl had to be at the breaking point. I'd eased the pressure on her nipples, holding her tits firmly, but not hard in my large hands. Tammi was crying uncontrollably, screaming. Raven was sobbing quietly. But I needed just a few more moments to fully enjoy my orgasm. It would be shame for me not to take the 30-60 seconds every man needs to flex his fuck-muscle 7 or 8 times...until there was no more fuck-muscle to flex...no more flesh-engorging blood to push. I kissed the top of Tammi's back lightly as I came down from my high...gently brushing her shoulders with my lips. But soon, my own satiation combined with the girls' crying and sobbing, moved me to action. It's emotionally painful to remove a spent cock from a satisfyingly fucked hole. The loss of warmth, of being wrapped by conquered feminine flesh, is not looked forward to by me. As well, at this point, she was in a position that would ensure some of my jism would leak out. That was not my favorite outcome either...but such things had to be put up with from time to time in the pursuit of feminine pain and training willing females. I should insist that my new "slave" lick up any "milk" that leaked out of her ass and onto the punishing wood or to the garage floor below. But I usually lose the majority of my emotional, physical and intellectual tendencies to molest, abuse and control as soon as I've climbed the lower crests (compared to women) of sexual feelings available to males. As I've hinted at before in this narrative, I'm surprised these two girls haven't yet figured out that I'm a bit of a fraud. I'm almost never that hard on them after I cum. I just don't have it in me. I let both girls off. Both of them simply dropped to the floor, curled into a fetal position onto the cool cement...with their hands between their legs...trying to see if they even still had cunts, unbelieving that their most cherished (to them) sexual equipment wasn't obliterated by the unyielding wood. I was too spent and happy myself to clean up the equipment. I decided to leave it until tomorrow. I grabbed both of them by the hair, made them each kiss a boot (that's about as much dominance as I could muster) and then dragged them into the house and onto the couch. I turned on the television, with one girl on each side...a head on each thigh...and had fun gently running my fingers along their perfect bods as they struggled to regain some composure. Eventually, after Raven's silent sobs retreated and she got control of herself, I sent her for a beer. Tammi took much, much longer to recover. I decided to take them both to bed with me that night even though I usually enjoyed my space...being a tall and broad-shouldered man and wasn't keen on a second worthless/priceless whore taking up my bed during sleep-time. They woke me up with a nice blowjob the next morning...nothing less than I'd trained them to do. I expected Tammi to pack her bags and leave the next day. I half expected her to also call the authorities. But she didn't. She decided to stay. It took a long time to break her of her own desire to call me "Master" and to buy into the fact that calling me "Sir" meant just the same...and I liked it better. POST-SCRIPT My Master is so full of baloney it makes me laugh sometimes. Raven and I both humor him by calling him "Sir" (even dominant men are easy to manipulate once you figure out their weak spots), but we are his slaves, unable to leave him – with no free will, bound to his personality and his perversities. Actually, Raven and I are both trying to figure out how to manipulate him to get Raven a boob job too. He says he likes the difference in physique between us, but he's a fool there too. Just as maddening and unacceptable as it was TO ME for Raven to be a slave while I was ONLY a submissive...it's equally as maddening for Raven to have small tits to offer Him for pain and bondage when I have big tits. He doesn't get it. Even true Masters like Him can be extremely and unbelievably dense. Good luck to all you girls in finding your own Master! Maybe I'll see you in some dive if he gets in the mood to go trolling for a red-head to add to his collection of owned pussy.