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Seduced into Submission

By: macccer



It started innocently. We were talking on her bed. Just talking the way that people talk that are getting to know one another. Laughing and smiling as she stared deeply into my eyes searching for something... or maybe waiting for the right moment to put a plan into action. She was very understanding of my obvious nervousness coming so far to see her. Her stare was an amazing combination of a mother's concern and the lust of a dominatrix. She was very concerned about my comfort level. We talked about how her love for me was both a blessing and a curse sometimes. She talked about her concern with being the dominant person that she needs to be with me. I told her that I really didn't think that I could ever resist her even if I wanted to. That made her smile. 

She moved closer to me on the bed. She watched my reaction the entire time. I definitely felt like I was being hunted by this dominant woman that I loved. She was studying me, monitoring me, shifting her tactics in order to funnel me into the position that she wanted. There wasn't anything I could do. She was imposing her will on me. The scene had a very sexual undertone. As we talked she reached over and stroked my knee from time to time. Her other hand found it's way to my neck and she stroked my cheek. She smiled a wide smile when she saw the bulge growing in my pants. 

"Why don't you take your clothes off for me?" She said staring deeply into my eyes. I must have responded with a very innocent, scared look. "Awww... it's ok. I'll help you... Just relax." She unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time. She was moving slowly and deliberately. She helped me slide my shirt off my shoulders. Taking her nails down the front of my chest and around to my back. 

"Now... that wasn't so hard, was it? Mmmm... you look very nice... I'm very pleased. You like to please me don't you?" She said smiling. Her hands were exploring my chest and back. Her other hand was still on my knee. 

"Yes... I really do... " I said in response. I was still a bit nervous. She was not in fetish gear. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. The vanilla appearance hid her true intentions which were now starting to become apparent to me. There just wasn't anything that I could do about it. I couldn't resist her and I didn't want to. 

"Oh, come pet..." She said, smilling..."Have our hours of talking online taught you nothing? You must refer to me as 'my Mistress'... you KNOW that.. " She said. Her expression changed slightly. Her eyes squinted closed for just a moment and she reached down and rolled my nipple in her fingers. It turned me to jelly. Her active experience as a Domme might not be extensive, but she was having no trouble controlling and manipulating me exactly the way that she wanted. 

"Oooh yes my Mistress... " I said with my eyes slightly closed. My cock bulging against the restraint of my pants. 

"You are such a good pet... mmmm... Now take those pants off so I can look at my toy. Come on take them off... hurry up.. " She said. Her tone moving to slightly impatient. She was shiting gears on me, and already had my mind off balance and completely open to exactly what she wanted. I was right where she wanted me. 

"Yes my Mistress... " I replied as I slowly took off my pants. She was smiling very widely. I was now naked on the bed with her. My cock was standing straight up and this pleased her very much. She leaned over running her fingernails over my nipple and with her other hand she slowly gripped my chin. She said simply.

"Give me your tongue." She sucked my tongue into her mouth and closed her teeth around it. She slowly pushed my naked body back on the bed. She was on top of me in a flash her hands exploring my body and her tongue raping my mouth. She grabbed my wrists and pinned them above me. She closed her denim encased thighs around my cock. Squeezing it and one of my testicles. "Now don't move pet... I wouldn't want to have to crush these between my thighs. You wouldn't want that would you? Then I wouldn't have any choice but to cut those useless things off and put them here on my bedside table. What good would you be to me then?" She said smiling down at me. 

"No my Mistress, I wouldn't like that... I hate the thought of not pleasing you my Mistress... " She squeezed them and stared into my eyes. Her smile shifted to an evil grin. She knew that the trap was almost sprung. I was almost totally under her control. In reality I was under her control from the very beginning. I've been under her control from the first moment that we met. She took my wrists and pinned them above my head. She secured them very quickly while I was entranced by her stare. After both wrists were secured her attitude shifted immediately. 

"Mmmm... ok now you little slut. You think that you can just parade around in front of me with that tight little ass and expect me not to do something? You expect me not to put you down where you belong? Well now you are where you belong you little bitch... naked and bound for my pleasure. See how easily I got you like this? You are such a slut... now just stay here bitch and I'll be back... Oh yeah, you can't move." She laughed and walked out of the room turning off the lights on the way out. A twinge of fear and sexual excitement ran through my body. There was no doubt that I was in the presence of the woman that I would love and worship for the rest of my life. She was everything to me. My mind raced at the thought of what was to come that day. 

When she returned she was completely different. The woman that had left was replaced by a leather clad Goddess. She was amazing. Her heels made her over six feet tall and accentuated her amazingly long and firm legs. Her face was perfectly made. Her body was in a tight leather cat suit that hugged her just the right way to force my eyes where she wanted them. She was beautiful and she knew that was another way to control me. Her hands were covered with black leather gloves that came up past her elbow. The look in her eyes changed also. She was completely different. She walked over to me carrying a lit candle and put it on the bedside table. She sat on the bed next to me. Leaning down and whispering in my ear. 

"Now my pet... you have NO idea how long I've waiting for this moment. I've waited so long to have you right where you are right now. Before you are allowed to leave this house... trust me... everything that you are will be mine. You say that your life, love and soul are mine, but before you are allowed to leave it truly will be. I'm not just going to accept your submissive offering. I'm going to TAKE it from you. Take what is rightfully MINE... do you understand bitch?" She said into my ear, rolling my testicles in her hands and squeezing them from time to time. Just feeling them and enjoying the pleasure and pain that she could see flash accross my face. She then took the lit candle and poured hot wax on my chest. I screamed as it cooled and hardened on my body. She laughed like a girl. 

"Does that hurt slut?" She giggled. I didn't reply. She then poured wax on my nipples one at a time. The pain was exquisite. More wax on my crotch. It cooled and hardened. She really seemed to enjoy it. She enjoyed even more peeling it off one piece at a time. One excrutiating piece at a time. It was the ultimate pain and pleasure. 

"You didn't answer me... Do you understand that I'm going to take what is mine from YOU?" She asked. 

"I understand my Mistress... I understand... " I said with a twinge of fear that was not an act. I was scared. 

"Good bitch. Now I'm going to cuff your hands and feet together so that you can move around.. Do not fight me... or you will be sorrier than you ever thought you could be." With that she squeezed my balls harder than I had ever felt before. That sick feeling creeped up in my stomach as my testicles surrendered to her grip. She quickly bound my ankles. She attached them with a two foot spreader bar. This forced them open slightly, and when she handcuffed my wrists together it assured her that I would be forced to crawl in a very uncomfortable way. When she finished she smiled a wide smile at me. She seemed to be very happy with herself and the situation that she had created. Next she threw a choker collar around my neck. 

"You don't deserve a true collar yet. Maybe someday you will. It's something to suffer and strive for my pet... " She said looking into my eyes and dragging me roughly off the bed. I fell to the floor with a thud on my shoulder and hip. She laughed a little and kicked me in the side fairly hard with her boot. 

"Get moving you fucking little slut... MOVE, MOVE... I don't have all day... you require a LOT of training... I said fucking MOVE!" She was kicking me and pulling me forward with the leash attatched to the choker collar. 

I crawled the best that I could behind her and she stopped suddenly. She whipped me hard with her flogger and kicked me a few times with her boots. 

"When I stop like that I expect you to BURY that slut tongue in my ass. I don't just mean lick, I MEAN BURY... I want you to taste my asshole!" She said with another whipping from the flogger. I buried my tongue deep in her crack and she smiled a very sadistic beautiful smile. It was amazing. 

"Oh you little bitch, you just don't get it... Damn... She moved over the railing of the stairs and walked around the railing. Pulling me up by my choker collar she attached the leash to the railing. I was now standing with my hands and feet bound. Standing on my tip toes the choker chain cutting just slightly into my neck. It was such an off balance situation. Being in a normal house, not even a dungeon... and being treated like an animal. I was afraid and disoriented. It seems like minutes before we were chatting on the bed. Now I was completely naked and bound at the mercy of this sadistic dominatrix. We were taking it in steps, but it was definitely at her pace. 

When she walked around to the front of me she stared into my eyes. She grabbed the choker chain and pulled it up toward her raising up my chin and suffocating me. She smacked me full open handed in the face over and over. The smacks were resonating in my ears. Tears started to fill my eyes. 

"You aren't paying attention to me you little bitch. I DEMAND FULL attention at all times... Is that understood? IS IT?... ANSWER ME BITCH... " She screamed at me. My face must have been turning red. 

"Yessuss uss myyy Mistsstreesss... " I struggled to get out. The feeling of strangulation overtook me. With that she produced her flogger as if from out of nowhere. She just started swinging it. The first stroke struck me full in the chest, and there was no break from the stroke. I instinctively turned away as the second stroke wrapped around my thigh and snapped my cock and balls. I cried out and struggled against my restraints. I turned my backside toward her and she just kept up the beating. I lost count of the strokes and they were much too fast for me to count. I was crying half way through. She kept on bringing the punishment. I couldn't move without strangling myself. The tears streamed down my face and she finally stopped. Gripping my chin she turned me back around to face her. Smiling at the angry red mark that ran down the length of my shaft and ending on my right testicle. 

"Are you learning yet? Are you learning what it means to be owned? Do you understand that I take pleasure from your whimpers? Do you realize how sadistic I can be? Do you WANT to piss me off you fucking little slut?" She slapped my face hard with the other hand. So hard it knocked my face out of her other hand. Grabbing the choker she ripped it back into her hand and slapped me again, and again. The tears and cries just flowing out of me now. 

"Please my Mistress.. oooh please... please... " I cried out. 

"Please what bitch, please what? Beg for me to stop slapping you... beg bitch... I said BEG..." She kept slapping me in the face. The stings penetrated me. Her other hand held my head in place with her grip on the choker collar. 

"Ohh, please my Mistress.. please don't punish me anymore... pleassseeeeee... " I was sobbing uncontrollably. Broken in the first ten minutes. She smiled a very large smile. 

"MMm.. oh pet, oh you'll be ok... It's ok... stop crying." She stroked my cheek with her gloved hand. Her other hand untying me from the railing. I fell in a heap on the floor. Sobbing and broken. She leaned down and stroked my back with her hands. She whispered in my ear. 

"Oooh pet, it's ok. Your Mistress is here. While you are down there, sweet little pet... stick out your tongue and lick my boot. Just lick it. Just stick out your tongue and put it on my boot. Such a good little pet. Your Mistress loves you so much... just give me that tongue... such a good boy... such a sweet pet." She was talking so softly like a mother comforting a child. I stuck out my tongue and put it on the heel of her boot. She laughed a sweet laugh. The kind of laugh that a person laughs that is in complete control. 

"I'm going to go into the other room for just a moment pet. Just lay here, it'll be ok. I'll just tie you to the bottom railing. It'll be ok love. I'll be right back." She said and she walked away. I looked at her speechless as she walked away. Her heels clicking on the floor and her legs and ass moved in an amazing erotic way. I loved the sight of her. She absolutely dominated everything about me. 

I lay there unable to move for what must have been five minutes. The tears dried on my face and I had just enough time to think about what I had gotten myself into. A key slid into the front door. Panic ran through my body. My face turned white and I was paralyzed with fear. The front door was only feet away and here I am completely naked except a choker collar and leather wrist and ankle restraints. I couldn't have run away even if I wanted to. I did want to... I was the definition of scared. 

The door opened and a very tall woman walked through it. She shut the door behind her and I could only assume that it was my Mistress' roommate. She was tall and very attractive. She was wearing jeans and t-shirt with heeled boots. Her jacket was half unzipped and the cold air gave me goosebumps as it hit me. She turned and looked down at me. Her mouth dropped open. Her eyes got huge. Her hands dropped to her sides. 

"What the FUCK is this?" She screamed. "Why are you here? How dare you be naked here in this house you little fucking pervert. She came over and kicked me in the thigh very hard and the kicks kept coming. Her boots were striking me. I was absolutely speechless. Moving on the floor unable to stand or even crawl away. I could only struggle to not be hit by the force of her kicks. "You think you can just come here and do this perverted shit... God... you are a sick little prick." She was still screaming when my Mistress walked around the corner laughing. 

"Well hello Sis. I see you've met my pet?" She said calmly leaning up against the wall. Her hand on her hip and looking beautiful. 

"Oh, hi Sis... yes, I was just telling your little bitch here how worthless SHE is..." 

"Yes, I was just introducing her to a little bit of her new life." my Mistress said. I couldn't hide the absolute shock on my face. I was so ashamed that I had embarassed both myself and my Mistress in front of her roommate, but it seemed that she was having a bit of fun with me. It seemed like that was going to be something that I should get used to experiencing. 

"Why is this little bitch so hairy? My GOD look at all that hair. Sluts just aren't supposed to HAVE that much hair. I do like the words on that thing's clitoris. 'Mistress' toy'... I like that a lot." She said poking me over and over again with her foot. 

"Yes, I was just thinking the same thing. Why don't you drag her into the bathroom. I've got everything ready." my Mistress said. With that my Mistress' roommate grabbed my choker and pulled me very quickly along. Too quickly for me to possibly keep up in my bound state. When we got close to the door she was almost literally dragging me along the floor. I was scurrying to keep up and keep the flow of air constant to my lungs. When we got inside, she disappeared and my Mistress grabbed my handcuffs and attatched them to a hook attatched in the ceiling. She seemed very pleased. In this condition I could finally see my Mistress and her full glory. She was absolutely breathtaking. I took in her beauty in pieces because I don't think I could have handled all of her radiance at the same time. I looked down and saw a series of razors, both straight and safety type. A variety of shaving creams were also there. 

"Well I can't tell you how long I've waited to do this pet. We're going to get all that nasty hair off MY body. Is that understood?" She said raising my chin with the handle of her flogger. 

"Yes my Mistress." There was a constant tear of embarrassment on my face now. I was an emotional wreck and completely off balance. my Mistress sprayed me with water and the water was very cold. It made my cock suck up into my abdomen and my nipples get hard as a rock. She laughed and pinched my nippled harshly. my Mistress' roommate then appeared from behind my Mistress dressed to kill in a leather catsuit that accentuated her tall frame and long legs. She also wore very high black boots. They went well above her knee and the five inch heels put her well over six feet. Almost a foot taller than me when I was standing. She and my Mistress were an unbelievably formidable pair. Even if I wasn't bound, I doubted if I could escape them. my Mistress' roommate wetted a towel and approached. 

"Oh, I've always wanted to do this to a captive boy... Ooooh Sis, can I please... please?" She giggled like a kid on Christmas morning. 

"By all means... " my Mistress said laughing. my Mistress' roommate snapped the towel and caught my right thigh. The sting of the wet towel on my wet and cold body made a wave of pain run through me. The tears started again. It didn't phase her in the least. She snapped and snapped so many times that I lost count. All I could do was squirm to try and escape the blows. There was no escape. Soon I was hanging in my restraints welted, exhausted and completely humiliated. 

"Oh Sis... you really seemed to enjoy that... Wait until you get to do it with an instrument more suited for that purpose rather than just a towel. I'm telling you... you can't beat that feeling. Having a little slut squirming under your hand. It's priceless." my Mistress said laughing. 

"Yes, I can definitely see how you enjoy this so much now... I love it!" She said laughing. They both removed their leather gloves and put on white lab coats. Without a word they started to lather my body. I started to get a little bit afraid when my Mistress' roommate picked up the straight razor. 

"Now don't move, we don't want to cut off something that might be of value." She said laughing. They both laughed together. They started at my feet and shaved me with amazing speed and precision. my Mistress told me that I had better pay attention because I was going to be expected to shave myself from now on. Working together it didn't take long for them to finish my legs and move up to my crotch. I was ordered to spread my legs and she worked in between my legs with the razor. I was shaking with fear. 

"Are you really going to put this little clitoris inside you Sis? Why don't we just cut these balls off right now and put this little bitch out of her misery? I mean, if you ever do want to give this little slut an erection we can always give her a shot of testosterone." my Mistress' roommate said with a cruel smile and a frightening tone of seriousness in her voice. 

"No Sis, I have something much more interesting in mind for this little bitch." my Mistress said. They finished shaving me. Every bit of hair was removed from my body below my head. Even my arms were shaved absolutely clean. The fear and cold hit me first. I couldn't help but be amazingly turned on. It was an amazing feeling having my legs rub together without any hair between them. Both my Mistress and her roommate were amazingly attractive. I couldn't deny that for a second. A part of me felt so lucky just to be here with them. Not matter what they decided to do with me or to me. When I was shaved clean they both stood back and laughed. I must have looked better than I did before. They were both smiling at their work. 


Seduced into Submission



Whenever I had heard of "female domination," my assumption had been that the men involved had a predilection for submission, and that the women were merely helping to act out male fantasy, albeit for considerable advantage to themselves. But now, I found myself in a situation of sexual subjugation without once having thought about it as a desirable state of affairs. 

You could look at it in one of two ways (or even both together, I suppose). Either my submissive side had simply been brought out by a set of coincidences, or I had been maneuvered and manipulated by an expert in human psychology and sexuality. As I had never once harbored any kind of submissive fantasy, I strongly suspect it was the latter, and that while I was drawn into it knowingly, even perhaps willingly (as I made conscious decisions at each step), the entire process was calculatedly controlled by someone else. 

Nikki was my catalyst/manipulator. We were graduate students at the same university, and I met her at a dinner party given by some friends. I was unattached at the time and when I saw her for the first time, sitting on a couch, long legs crossed under a mid-length skirt slit to the knee, casually talking, sipping a glass of wine, I had an immediate physical reaction, a sharp jolt of arousal in my lower stomach and groin. 

In her mid to late twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, silky brunette hair cascading around a slim face, lips thin but sensuous, large piercing green eyes, a simple white blouse with the top three buttons undone hinting at breasts that were firm but not too large (the kind that when unencumbered by a bra jiggle playfully). My psychic and physical reaction was a sort of pure primal lust. 

She raised her eyes to catch mine as I came into the room, and over the next couple of minutes we kept exchanging glances. I was oblivious to everyone else around. As the host introduced us, I felt sure that she would feel my trembling hand. When she stood, I saw that she was quite tall, five-nine or so and moved with a feline gracefulness. She could easily have been a fashion model.

As luck would have it, we were seated opposite one another at the dinner table, although I barely contributed to the conversation, so enraptured was I with her sheer physical presence. She was also very intelligent and humorous, not in a showy way, carrying the conversation easily and casually. 

As we sat in the living room afterwards, she struck up a conversation with me, chatting about nothing in particular, although I discovered she was a doctoral student in social psychology, specializing in sexuality. I asked her what her dissertation topic was, and smiling, she replied that she was playing with a number of ideas but had not settled on anything. She still had a few more experiments to carry out. Words continued to elude me but she was very relaxed and at ease, and when she asked whether I would drive her home, I quickly agreed, not believing my luck. I discovered later that good fortune had very little to do with it. 

As we drove, she continued to carry the conversation amidst giving directions to her house. Before getting out of the car, she reached over, pulled my face to hers, and kissed me full on the mouth. Playfully brushing the front of my pants (and my evolving erection) she told me to call her the next day. It wasn't phrased as a request - more like an instruction. I stared at her undulating bottom, encased in the tight skirt, as she walked to the front door from the street. Knowing I was watching her, she gave a small wave goodbye as she entered the house.

As soon as I got home, I dashed to my bed, stripped off my clothes, and masturbated furiously. I came within 30 seconds in one of the most powerful ejaculations I could remember. Not able to get her out of my mind (or my dreams), I jerked off twice during the night. I had never had a reaction like this to a woman.

I called the next morning as early as I could without sounding too eager. We made plans for dinner the following day. 

I picked her up, and ignoring my suggestion, we drove to a restaurant of her choice. She was as stunning as at the party, Her blue dress left her shoulders bare and her cleavage teasingly revealed. It clung to her hips like a second skin and came mid-way down her thighs. Black stockings and two-inch heels complemented the classy outfit. Dinner was a trance as her perfume and her looks played havoc with my rationality. 

She invited me back to her house afterwards (she shared it with three other women) and we were promptly up to her bedroom on the second floor. We quickly started making out and her lips on mine, mixed with an intoxicating but subtle perfume, produced an instant erection. Her hand caressed me through my pants, and I worried I might come just from that. But she knew exactly what she was doing and never let me get to a dangerous state. Every time I attempted to touch her breasts, or moved my hand up under her skirt, I was firmly rebuffed. This heavy petting session through our clothes (at least her on me) went on for half an hour or so, before she told me that she had an early morning class and that we needed to call it a night. As she bade me good night at the front door with a deep kiss, her hand gave my cock one last teasing caress. I drove home with an erection, and again as soon as I was in my bedroom, I had a very powerful ejaculation. I woke with a hard cock and brought myself to another powerfully climax with my hand. Just the thought of her seemed to be enough to send my arousal into overdrive.

Over the next two weeks, we repeated this scene four times - dinner, petting (by her on me), frustration, dismissal. Each time was more frustrating than the time before. Each orgasm by my own hand was just as shattering. 

On the fourth date, I suggested that we take things further but she said we weren't ready for that yet, that it required a level of trust and understanding we had not reached. 

When I asked her how we could achieve that level, her eyes twinkled, her lips broke into a small smile, and she told me that if I were really serious, she would tell me over dinner tomorrow. Looking back on it, I know now it was the look of a hunter who has just felt the prey take the bait in the trap. 

We went to the restaurant that Nikki, as usual, had chosen, and as we lingered over dessert and coffee, I pressed her for how we could get to that next level of intimacy in our relationship. 

Looking me squarely in the eyes with her own divine green eyes, Nikki said, "Well, that's really up to you." She carried on, explaining, 

"In the past, I've found that when I get intimate with men too quickly, without really knowing them, I get hurt. A lot of men are just interested in their own pleasure and don't really care very much about the women they're with, emotionally or physically, especially in the hook-up culture that's so glorified in the media. Sex gets tied up with narcissism and male power." 

I thought for a moment I was listening to a seminar paper. Nikki had obviously thought this out. 

She continued: "To stop that happening again, I've decided that I will not get seriously involved, or make love with anyone, until I have assurances that the person really respects me. Do you understand?" 

I nodded and tried to assure her that I was not the kind of person she described. 

"You might not be, but I have to be sure. For you to prove that we can have a relationship that is free from the normal male/female patriarchal hang-ups, I've devised a procedure, a series of tests, that will tell me whether I can trust you implicitly. If you can convince me of that, I'll consider a more intense relationship. Do you want to try?" 

Again I nodded, though I was quite puzzled, not knowing what kind of tests she was referring to. She reached into her bag and laid out seven numbered envelopes on the table in front of us. 

"These envelopes contain instructions for you to carry out. If you can complete them all, that would be a good sign for me when I think about our future. If for some reason, you can't do what the instructions demand, then I'll know that you are not serious and we will never speak again. It will be over forever." 

My stomach was getting very tight. I didn't know exactly what Nikki was driving at (although she was using very formal and precise language), and yet she seemed to be talking about never seeing me again if I didn't follow some instructions. My mind was spinning with confusion and fear. 

"Do you want to try or shall we finish right now." 

I answered that I wanted to try but I didn't know exactly what she meant. She just smiled, saying I would find out very quickly, and handed me the first envelope, placing the others back in her bag. 

"One more thing - there is to be no discussion about the instructions. Do not ask me to explain or to change then. The written instructions are very clear. You can either follow them or not. The choice is yours."

With nervous hands I opened the first envelope, unfolded the single sheet of paper inside, and read the typewritten instructions. 

"WHEN WE GET BACK TO MY ROOM, YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY STRIP NAKED, STAND IN FRONT OF ME, STROKE YOURSELF TO AN ERECTION AND FOLLOW ALL INSTRUCTIONS." 

Cocking her head in a quizzical way, she was looking for my answer. I nodded, but not really sure what I was agreeing to.

My mind was in a state of total confusion as I paid the bill and stumbled in a daze out to the car. Nikki didn't say another word, and it was clear that there would be no further conversation until this instruction had been carried out. As I drove, I almost decided to call her bluff, but then glanced to the side of me and caught a glimpse of the inside of her breasts in a low-cut dress and her legs encased in black nylons. What did I have to lose? Only her. I couldn't take the risk. 

When we got to her room, she sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs. I noticed her take another envelope from her purse and place it beside her. I looked into her eyes and saw impatience mixed with sternness. Taking a deep breath, I started to strip and within a minute I was stark naked. Again her eyes seemed to order me. I reached down with my right hand and started to fondle and stroke myself. I already had a semi-erection and it didn't take much to turn it into a full one. I spread my legs and worked my cock up and down. 

"Hands by your side. Turn in profile so I can check out the angle of your erection." 

I did as ordered and imagined what Nikki was seeing.

"Turn around, spread your legs and grab your ankles!"

As I followed the instructions, I felt my buttocks part and my balls hanging down. I knew that I was displaying everything to her!

I felt her gaze burrowing into me. I was in pretty good shape and not ashamed of my body at all, but the asymmetrical nature of the interaction -me naked and utterly exposed, her clothed and in charge - drew out the embarrassment. 

Telling me to stand and turn around, I saw Nikki reach under her skirt, unhook her right stocking from the garter belt, slowly roll it off and lay it on the bed. Then she took the envelope lying at her side, placed it between her now bare toes and extended her foot to me. 

My cock continued to throb in front of me as I took the envelope. 

"KNEEL, MASTURBATE TO A CLIMAX ON MY FOOT, AND THEN LICK IT CLEAN. 

Nikki saw the look of shock on my face. This wasn't just gentle flirting anymore, but a demand very much out of the ordinary! But she just smiled and looked at me expectantly. I now realize that her strategy was carefully planned. Like a fish, I had been hooked and was being reeled in, as each demand pushed the edge more, each one building on the last. 

Not knowing how to respond differently, I knelt as demanded and reached for my penis again. Telling me to wait, she stood and went to the door, pulling it open before retaking her seat. 

"One of our house rules if we have men over," she explained.

I sputtered a protest but was loudly told to get on with it, or to get out! Her room was on the second floor of the house and there were three other bedrooms on the same level. Moreover, Nikki's was the first off the stairs, and anyone going to one of the other rooms could easily look in if they wanted. There didn't seem to be anyone else in the house, but... 

The bed was positioned so that anyone looking into the room, with her sat at the end, would be viewing the scene from the side, in profile. Resigned to the situation, I knew what was required. Nikki leant back on her hands, legs crossed, right foot dangling in front, with what can only be described as a smirk on her lips. 

Her foot waved hypnotically before me as I stroked my cock. Within a few minutes I was ready to come and I shuffled forward. She extended her right foot, her toes touching my balls, then slide up the underside of my cock. 

At the touch, I exploded and I directed my sperm as best as I could over her foot and ankle. Nikki waved her cum-drenched foot in my face. I had come so far (as it were), that there didn't seem any point in refusing to go the last step. 

As I took her foot in my hand, panic set it! The front door opening, then closing, and footsteps on the stairs! I looked into her eyes with alarm, but her only response was to push her toes into my mouth. 

"Keep you eyes on mine!"

I realized at that moment that I was totally enraptured and captured. So what if one of her housemates was watching? I still had her. I went to work licking my bitter tasting sperm off her toes while staring into her challenging eyes. Nikki just gave a girly giggle of delight as the footsteps passed the open door. Did they glance over and see me totally naked licking my own cum off Nikki's foot? I would never know (or so I thought). 

When I had finished to Nikki's satisfaction she pushed my face away with her foot, leant over to the side and drew another envelope from her bag. Telling me to stand up she handed it to me. I fumbled with it and pulled out another instruction. Surely the threshold I had already crossed couldn't be extended further. What else could I do to show my obedience, which I now realized was what was really desired. I soon found out. 

"ASK NICELY TO KISS MY ASS. IF PERMISSION IS GRANTED, GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND PERFORM THE ASSIGNED TASK." 

She was still leaning back on the bed, her head cocked slightly to the side, in a quizzical look, her eyes telling me to proceed. How much further could I be pulled into this? My throat could barely say the words.

"Nikki, may I kiss your bottom" 

"Not if that is the most convincing request you can make," she replied. 

I realized that it was not just my actions she was judging, but my attitude. She wanted me to beg for it!

"Nikki, I would really like it if you would please let me smother your delectable ass with soft kisses."

She laughed, "All right, if you insist, but I prefer hard penetrating kisses there. Don't disappoint me." 

Getting to her feet she stood in front of me, turned and told me to unzip her, slowly. I had noticed before that her dress had only one long zip at the back that went from the neck to the hem. My hands went for the zipper and I tried to move them slowly, although given that this was the first time I was being allowed to undress her, I wanted to see her body as soon as I could. After the first five inches white bra straps were revealed. As the zipper got to the top of her ass, white lace panties came into view. As I finished unzipping and separated the two parts of her dress, she told me to kneel, which put my eyes directly at the level of her pantied bottom. Shrugging the dress off, she stood majestically now in just a bra, panties, garter belt and just one stocking.

Bending at the waist, she teasingly wiggled out of her panties. I was left staring at her gorgeous naked backside. My breath almost went out of me as she straightened up. She was beyond belief. Her ass was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, soft and shapely. Her cheeks were full but without a hint of fat. They jiggled almost imperceptibly. 

The fact that she still had her garter belt and one stocking still on made the sight even more enchanting and bewildering. My cock was responding again, although it had been less than five minutes since I had come. I leant forward, grabbed her by the hips and started to kiss her all over her bottom. 

After a minute of this she told me impatiently to get on with it. 

"Hard and penetrating." Those had been her words. 

I started licking up and down her crack (which she had thoughtfully perfumed in anticipation of my compliance) and then spreading her wondrous globes, I pushed my tongue up inside her anus. She groaned and reached around with her hands and pulled my face harder into her ass. Then, amidst her sounds of pleasure, footsteps on the stairs!

"Keep your face where it is," Nikki instructed, having heard the same thing. 

I did as I was told as the sound came closer and was suddenly outside the door. I felt rather than heard someone's presence beside me but I couldn't look, my face smothered in the most delicious way I could imagine. I heard a muffled giggle, and I had no doubt that one of her housemates was watching this strange tableau. 

After a few minutes Nikki stepped away from me and quickly put on a silk dressing gown from the side. Taking her seat back on the bed, she just watched me standing in front of her, naked and hard again. 

"Do you still want to continue with the tests?"

I eagerly nodded yes, and was handed another envelope, marked #4. This one was different and had a seal on the back, where the flap was stuck down.

"Don't open this until I phone you," she commanded. 

I was told to gather my clothes, and get dressed in the hallway. Standing Nikki grabbed me by my cock and led me to the door. 

"And no masturbation without my permission either. If you disobey, I will know and everything stops. Understand?"

I nodded, scrambled into my clothes in the hallway and hurriedly left with my erection clear beneath the loose fitting pants.. 

When I got to my apartment, I placed the envelope on the side table next to my bed. The admonition to refrain from jerking-off disrupted my normal post-date ritual. As I tried to sleep that night I wondered what other acts I could be induced into performing. The envelope contained my worst fears, as well as my deepest and most unthinkable desire, because that was what Nikki was now drawing upon. I was being pulled slowly and inextricably into an imaginative fantasy world that I didn't even knew existed, but from which it now seemed impossible to escape. Was there a threshold I would not cross? Would Nikki know what that was, or would she push me too far? There were still four envelopes unopened. 

I hardly slept as my hand kept drifting to my cock, but without fulfillment. When I did wake, the only thought in my head was how long I would have to wait for her call. 

Nikki phoned me every day for the next four, but only to tell me not to open the envelope. In fact I was to text her a time-stamped image of the envelope with the seal intact. I was also warned again about masturbating without her permission. 

For those four days my sexual tension built, and my waking hours revolved around the envelope. More than once I was tempted to open it, but I resisted, knowing that if I did, I risked never seeing her again. I was in a state of constant arousal for that time, and though I constantly touched myself, I did not come. 

So preoccupied had I become, that my friends started asking me what was wrong. Finally, on the fifth night, Nikki phoned at 6pm to tell me to open the envelope, and to proceed with the instructions immediately. I tore it open with shaking hands. 




Seduced into Submission



"DRIVE TO MY HOUSE AND PARK IN THE DRIVEWAY. REMOVE ALL YOUR CLOTHES AND LEAVE THEM IN THE CAR. TAKE THE CAR KEYS AND LOCK THE CAR. 

GO TO THE BACK DOOR OF THE HOUSE AND STROKE YOURSELF TO AN ERECTION, TAKE THE LEATHER STRAP THAT IS ON THE DOORKNOB AND FASTEN IT TIGHTLY AROUND THE BASE OF YOUR COCK AND BALLS. ATTACH THE CAR KEYS TO THE METAL RING. PLACE THE SUPPLIED BLINDFOLD OVER YOUR EYES. 

KNOCK ON THE DOOR AND PLACE YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOU. 

WAIT." 

All the curtains had been drawn so I could not see inside but there were no other cars in the driveway, which I took as a good sign. Perhaps Nikki was there on her own and she was simply building my sexual fear even further. 

It was summer so cold was not a problem as I undressed awkwardly in the front seat. The house was on a quite side street and the driveway was pretty shielded from the other residences. Naked, I quickly got out, locked the car as instructed and rushed to the side yard entrance to the backyard. The rear door also seemed not to be visible to the neighbors. I followed the instructions as efficiently as I could. The strap - a leather cock-ring I realized - made my genitals stand out even more than in their erect state. I fastened the keys to the metal hook, put on the padded blindfold, knocked on the door, and folded my arms behind me. 

As I waited, naked, hard and blindfolded, seconds turned into long minutes, and my anxiety built. I had never been more aroused, and with the leather acting as a cock ring my erection remained firm. In fact, I had never been harder in my life. The keys jingled between my legs as I shifted from one foot to the other, reminding me where I was. I realize now that this instruction was the turning point. No slow build up; just the mounting of frustration, and then an outrageous demand to break the tension. What could I deny Nikki having submitted to this? 

My heart was beating so loud it was deafening to me. It seemed to get louder every second that I waited. Finally, I heard the door in front of me open. Was it Nikki? I smelt a perfume, but it wasn't familiar? Surely she wouldn't let one of her housemates see me in this condition? 

The weight on my cock and balls was lifted as the car keys were removed from the strap. Then some other sound, the clinking of metal, and a firm tug on my bound genitals as I was dragged into the house by my cock. I realized that a metal chain leash had replaced the keys, and that I was being led, literally, by my balls. The leash worked quite well and I bumped into only a few chairs and walls as I followed the sound of the footsteps in front of me. I was led upstairs, but instead of turning right into Nikki's room, the footsteps and the tugs kept me going. I sensed going into another room. 

Finally, the leash went limp and a female voice I did not recognize told me to remove the blindfold. My heart picked up even faster as I realized to my shame that It had not been Nikki who had met me at the back door, but a woman whose identity I did not even know. 

I took off the blindfold and saw sitting in front of me on a plush armchair, the smiling face of a small, pretty brunette girl. She looked like one of the many students I saw each day on campus, and was wearing tight cut-off jean shorts and a tank top that left her stomach bare. Holding the silver chain leash loosely in her left hand, her right hand clutched an envelope that she extended to me. It was marked #5. I fumbled with it, trying to hold it in front of me as a cover, as she looked on smilingly. 

"THIS IS EMILY, ONE OF MY ROOMMATES. SHE FOUND IT IMPLAUSIBLE THAT A MAN WOULD WILLINGLY MASTURBATE ON A WOMAN'S FOOT, AND THEN LICK IT OFF GLADLY. DEMONSTRATE I AM NOT A LIAR." 

Emily took off her left slipper, and crossing her legs teasingly, waved her foot in front of her. I momentarily thought about fleeing, but where would I go? No doubt by now Nikki had my car keys safely in her possession. Resigned to my fate, (as well as aroused by it judging from an erection that would not wilt), I reached for my cock and started jerking off in front of this stranger. 

"Use your left hand," she instructed. 

This was the supreme humiliation - being told by a total stranger how to masturbate. 

I changed hands, and realized how awkward this was for me. I must have looked even more foolish than before, if that was possible. At the same time, Emily still had the leash in her hand and every few seconds gave it a little tug, disrupting my rhythm even more. Because I had not come in days, however, I managed to get to the edge quite quickly, and despite (or perhaps because) of what she was doing, started to ejaculate. I don't think I have ever spurted so much or so powerfully, my sperm going everywhere, some landing on her foot, some on her upper thighs, even some on her bare belly. 

"Your aim with your left hand is not so good," she giggled contemptuously and beckoned me with a tug of the leash to come and clean it off with my mouth. I knelt before her, and lapped up my sperm as best I could. The feeling of my tongue and lips on her supple skin caused my erection to barely subside.

When I had finished she told me to stand, and still holding the leash, instructed me to put the blindfold back on. I realized that she had not let go of the chain since meeting me at the door, and had literally been leading me around by my dick.

A moment later, I heard the door behind me open and someone walk to in front of me. Taking the leash, this new person turned me around and led me out to the hallway and into another room. I was so confused by now that I didn't even care who was pulling me around in this most humiliating of positions. 

Another female voice, this one raspier (and I thought somehow familiar) told me to take the blindfold off. " 

My breath went out of me and my cock jerked to an instant erection. Standing in front of me, holding the leash, was Jazz, one of the students from my class this semester. She was very attractive and I had already fantasized about her. In fact I had seen her earlier in the day. (She must have known about this in class). 

She was tall, about five-ten, silky red shoulder-length hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her skin was very white and covered with freckles, the way redheads often are, her lips pouty. She was wearing a short yellow summer dress that was cut low enough at the front to show the inside of her breasts. Her legs were bare and enticing, ankle-length brown boots with three-inch heels on her feet. She was not smiling as she handed me envelope #6. 

"THIS IS JAZZ, WHOM I AM SURE YOU REC0GNIZE. WHEN SHE SAW YOU KISSING MY BOTTOM LAST WEEK HER CURIOSITY WAS PIQUED. I TOLD HER HOW WONDERFUL IT FELT, AND SHE WANTS TO TRY IT. I HAVE TOLD HER HOW GOOD YOU ARE. DON'T DISAPPOINT ME (OR HER)." 

As I looked into her face she broke into a smile, 

"You know, I was thinking about this in class today, wondering what everyone would say if they knew that the teacher was going to be kissing the ass of one of the students later in the day." 

My erection was really hard again as I realized that she had been watching me anally service Nikki last week. Pulling me over to a large desk on the side of the room, she let the leash go, turned, bent at the waist over the desk in an elegant movement, flipping her dress over her ass and gathering it at the waist. I gasped involuntarily with desire. She had nothing on beneath the dress. Her legs were long and toned, her firm and shapely ass swaying deliciously in front of me, her hairless pussy peaking out, even though her legs remained together. The chain hanging from my balls jangled with every little movement I made.

"You know what to do."

I knelt and placing my hands on the side of her hips, bought my face to her wondrous globes. Pondering on the perfectness of her ass, I placed kisses on both cheeks before spreading them and moving my tongue up and down the crack between. I wondered about including her pussy, but that was not in the instructions. My tongue found its way to her asshole as she ground her bottom back at my face. She must have been touching her clitoris, because a couple of minutes later she seemed to shudder in a quite orgasm. (I knew I wasn't that good without some help.) 

Straightening up, she pulled her dress down, patting it into place, turned around, smiled and then mimicking a teacher, said, "Not bad, B+ perhaps. Needs a little more practice to get to an A. I'd be happy to supervise some homework for you if you need."

Smirking, she told me to stand and put my blindfold back on. I did as directed, and as the door behind me opened, she squeezed my cock up and down as in a handshake goodbye. 

"See you in class." 

The dangling chain was softly hitting my legs as I waited for another tug on my balls. Instead, I was turned around, a hand on my cock pulling me into the hallway. The fact that my arms were not confined made the situation worse as I didn't know what to do with them. I held them together behind just to get them out of the way as I was pulled along by my cock.

The hand on my penis felt petite and cool (as though a cold cream had just been applied). I had lost all sense of direction by now and when the hand left me, I stood still, assuming we had arrived in another room. The end of the chain was picked up and (again) an unfamiliar female voice telling me to remove the blindfold. 

Not surprisingly, the woman was young and beautiful, with short blonde hair, styled elegantly. Seated upright on a straight-backed chair in the middle of the room, she wore a white t-shirt that outlined a shapely pair of breasts, as well as faded and distressed blue jeans, her thighs clearly visible beneath the threads that barely held them together. Crossing her legs, she leant forward holding the leash loosely, staring at me. I became increasingly uneasy. Standing stark naked with an erection in front of a beautiful seated female stranger, controlling me by my balls, had never been in my fantasies. 

The realization hit me that I was waiting for, wanting the envelope that rested in her lap, that Nikki's control was so powerful that I could be made to desire what was ahead, even without her
direct presence. 

Finally the blonde handed me the envelope #7. I was getting good at opening these by now. 

"THIS IS OLIVIA. LAST SEMESTER YOU REFUSED TO SIGN HER INTO YOUR DISCUSSION SECTION, AND SHE HAD TO TAKE ONE AT 8AM. SHE WAS VERY UPSET AS YOU WERE EXTREMELY RUDE TO HER. SHE SWORE SHE'D TEACH YOU A LESSON IF SHE EVER GOT THE OPPORTUNITY. I AM AFRAID IT'S PAYBACK TIME!" 

I didn't remember her, but as my teaching assistant discussion section was at a very popular time, I turned down many students every semester 

More waiting. At last she spoke. 

"How many people were on the waiting list that didn't get into the class." 

"Twenty." I lied, thinking she would be easier on me if she were one of twenty rather than one in seven that didn't get into the class. 

"Okay, that's the number of strokes."

I looked puzzled. After a few seconds she announced, "That's the number of strokes I am going to deliver to your naked backside as you lay across my lap." 

Now I looked fearful. Trying to elicit sympathy, all I actually managed to get from her was impatience. 

"Look, I'm going to give you a bare-bottomed spanking to remind you to be more courteous in future."

Pulling me towards her by the leash, she uncrossed her legs and positioned me across her knees. My cock rested under me, but as distressed part of the jeans was at her thighs, I was partly touching her skin. Leaving me in this position, the chain reaching to the floor between her legs, she just rested her hand on my ass. 

"Just think about this the next time you refuse to let someone in to your class."

Her right hand started spanking me. The blows stung but were not painful. To drive home the embarrassment, she made me count the slaps. I tried desperately to hold my cock in check. God knows what she would do if I came over her fancy jeans?

As the twentieth spank was delivered, she pushed me off her legs so I ended up lying at her feet. My erection was still rock hard. She poked it with her boot, mockingly informing me that I must be enjoying this. 

Telling me to stand up and put my blindfold back on, she went to the door and whistled down the corridor. 

A few seconds later the door opened behind me, and I felt the leash being taken up with a firm tug to pull me along. Who was leading me now? Was it Nikki finally? It struck me that though I was going through this for her, I had not seen her tonight, and indeed not for five days. Instead I had subjugated myself to three strange women! What power! 

I was led carefully down the stairs, and into what I thought was the kitchen. At last, I heard Nikki's sweet voice telling me to remove the blindfold. I was right, it was the kitchen, and in addition to Nikki, Emily, Jazz and Olivia sat around the large kitchen table. 

"Look at his hard-on," Emily said, "You really found us a good one this semester Nikki." 

This semester? 

Before I could comprehend what Emily had said, Nikki let the leash fall between my legs, and came towards me. She was wearing a black jumpsuit, fitted very tight, highlighting her breasts and ass. She kissed me on the mouth, squeezed my cock and congratulated me for getting through the seven tests. 

"You have responded really well so far to these preliminary tests. There is one really big one that remains, and after I tell you what that involves, I want you to go away and think hard about it. But before I get to that, Emily has suggested one more little test right now."

Emily, who seemed to be the most malicious and teasing of the four instructed me to lie on the kitchen table on my back. Not knowing what she had in mind, but pretty sure it would involve more degradation, I looked pleadingly at Nikki to intervene, but was met only with a knowing smile. 

As I climbed onto the dining room table and turned on my back, I realized that all four of them had been giving me orders, not just Nikki, and I seemed to be obeying them without too much resistance. 

Emily moved to stand at the end of the table, by my head, and carried on. 

"One of the most degrading things that a man can do to a woman is come on her face. I hate that. It makes me feel so small. I think you need to experience this as well. Unfortunately, it's not so effective with female pussy juice. It doesn't have the same effect, so we'll use your own." 

Reaching down to the leash and she started pulling it back towards my head. This forced my hips up from the table, and I realized that she wanted me to bring my legs over my head. Jazz and Olivia grabbed one of my legs each, and eased them back, spreading them open in the process. Nikki, meanwhile, stuck a large cushion under my lower back to help keep me in this position. Nothing so far had been close to this level of exposure!

Although I am not that flexible, this brought my erection to within six inches of my face. Placing the leash on my stomach, Emily moved to the other end of the table, between my now spread and upturned legs, brought her hand to my cock, and expertly started to jerk me off. 

At the same time, Nikki came to stand over my head and put her hands on my shoulders, gently holding me down. When I looked up I saw the undersides of her breasts encased in the jumpsuit. As Emily worked on me, the four of them started talking about their plans for the weekend, as though I was not even there. This casual dismissal of my humiliating position was even more unnerving! Finally, Nikki decided to take pity on me and give me some attention. Unzipped her top to the waist, she brought her braless breasts out into the open. This was my first glimpse of them and it was more than I could bear and I came almost at once to Emily's ministrations. Even though I had already had an intense orgasm that evening, my ejaculation was still very powerful and the spurting liquid was very deliberately directed all over my face. Telling me to open my mouth, Emily made sure that some landed directly on my tongue. My orgasm was mixed with the taunting laughs of the women in a combination so heady it felt as though every fiber of my body throbbed with intense feeling. 

Nikki zipped up, and as my legs were released, told me to stand with my hands behind me, as they all retook their seats. Again, I pondered my situation, standing naked before four clothed women, my own sperm dripping from my face, the leash still hanging around my now not so hard cock and balls (although the leather strap continued to maintain some of my erection). 

"Here's the deal" said Nikki, "This is a cooperative house. We share everything, including our sexual partners. We're willing to continue our relationship with you as long as you keep following our instructions. Any deviation will be punished by any of the means you experienced tonight, up to and including termination of the relationship. You will almost always be rewarded with an orgasm - we are interested in control, not inflicting unnecessary suffering. But we have to be absolutely sure that the men we include have the right attitudes. We can train you in techniques that will give us pleasure, but you also have to be psychologically prepared to obey our orders."

"A lot of sexual relations are spoilt for women by the attitude men have towards sex. Because women are penetrated, men talk about 'fucking women' or doing things to them. They see themselves as the protagonists. My studies have shown that when men stop thinking in this way, they change the way they think about women. 

Do you want this change in your thinking?" 

Knowing that a negative answer would mean the end, I nodded and mumbled, "Yes, Nikki, I would."

She continued, "Good. In that case, you should know that the next time you are invited here you will be fucked by all of us. And I mean fucked as in penetration. You will be bent over, or laid back, and be fucked in the ass by as many women as are here! I have found that actions are much more effective in shifting ingrained attitudes than verbal instruction." 

"This is a big step and I don't want an answer right now. Take the next few days to contemplate carefully what is being asked of you. I'll be in touch."

As she finished, Nikki went to one of the draws in the counter and removed a six-inch dildo and handed it to me. 

"Should you decide to return, you will make sure that you are comfortable being taken by something this size. So practice, with lots of lubrication!"

Running her fingers through my pubic hair, she continued.

"You are also expected to be totally shaved between your waist and thighs, and to have given yourself a cleansing enema before you arrive here. "

She also warned me against masturbating without permission. 

"Do you understand everything?"

As I nodded, Nikki held the back door open,

"In that case, you can go."

As I walked over, she knelt down, unclipped the chain leash from the strap and replaced it with my car keys. Standing, she drew her hand across my face. Thinking she was going to kiss me goodbye, I turned my head but was presented only with her sperm covered finger. As she placed it in my mouth I obediently licked it clean to the muffled giggles, and goodbyes, of the other women. To my dying shame I felt my cock respond yet again, and by the time Nikki withdrew her finger my erection had returned. I heard Emily snigger,

"Nikki, look at his cock! He's getting hard just from sucking your finger." 

Nikki looked down to confirm what Emily was saying, squeezed my cock a last time and sent me on my way with a pat on the ass, just as if I were a small child,

As the door closed behind me and I stepped naked into the open air of the yard sporting another erection, I wondered how I could have been reduced to this in less than two weeks?



Seduced into Submission Ch. 02



When I got to my car, I sat for a few minutes to process what had just happened. My cock was still hard, even after I removed the strap, and it was difficult to fit back into my underwear and jeans. Once in my bedroom, I had more time to reflect on the events of the evening, and even though I had already come twice, my cock remained tumescent throughout my ruminations. Just as I was thinking about going to sleep my phone rang. It was Nikki, checking up on me, and my state of mind. She said she was very impressed with my ability to follow instructions, and was glad she took the chance on me.

"Very few of the men I start this process with make it as far as you, so you are to be congratulated. I know today was very difficult, but it looked like your two orgasms were good reward. As I said, we don't want to deny you pleasure, we just want to control when you can experience it. I'll give you more details when we have dinner tomorrow - and what other things await if you decide to continue."

It wasn't phrased as a request as she gave me the details of where we would meet the next day, along with a reminder that I was not to masturbate without her/their permission. 

At the restaurant, she was as alluring as ever, wearing a light low cut summer dress that produced the usual response from me. If she was wearing a bra it was half cut, as her breasts jiggled before my eyes. Her long legs were bare down to the calf-length leather lace-up strappy sandals. I wasn't sure if Nikki always dressed in this way, or if it was only for my benefit, but every eye (male and female) followed her as she entered, her brunette curls cascading down to her shoulders. 

Casually reaching over to touch my arm she sat down, pecking me on the cheek, as she subtly pulled the hem of her dress up to the top of her legs, making sure I saw. Her perfume overwhelmed my senses, not with its strength but what it conjured up in the depths of my being about the previous day. After ordering drinks we had a "normal" conversation where she asked me about my living arrangements, studies, interests, etc.. Following this, Nikki then proceeded to give the background she'd promised

"The house we live in is part of the estate of an alum, who bought it 20 years ago with the express aim of setting up a particular kind of female community, one based on women's sexual satisfaction and sexual power. After a careful recruitment process, every year one new person - normally a freshman, but not always - is recruited to join us. Emily was this year's consensus choice. The idea of our community is to get women to recognize their sexual power at a young age, so that they can live a long life of real pleasure with that knowledge. It takes some women quite a while, sometimes decades, before they realize how much sexual power they actually possessed, especially when they were younger. Although we are certainly a feminist-center community, we love men, we find them attractive, and see men as our long-time partners. In fact, one of our preconditions is heterosexuality, or at least bi-sexuality."

"Our house is one of four at colleges in the northwest and we all cooperate and participate in each other's programs. If you decide to carry on, you'll see how, but for now that's all you need to know."

Then switching gears, she reached across the table and touching my arm, asked me if I had any questions regarding what I had been given at the conclusion of the events the day before. Realizing she was talking about the dildo, I suddenly became very embarrassed and shook my head. Nikki continued, unperturbed. 

"If you decide to carry on, you need to come prepared, because the ones we'll be using on you will be at least that size, so you want to be ready. The one I provided to you has a suction cup, so I suggest you mount it on a wall, or the leg of a table, get on your hands and knees and back yourself into it. Make sure everything is very lubricated."

Her wicked smile (there is no other way to describe it) and the matter-of-fact way she was discussing something I had never contemplated before made me shiver with embarrassment, I felt sure that the people around us would be able to see my reaction. I nodded dumbly, hoping she would change the subject. Talking in a public restaurant about being fucked in the ass by a woman was not high on my list of comfortable topics.

"I'll call you in three days to get your answer as whether you want to continue with our process, so you had better start figuring out what you are prepared to do if you want to see me, and the girls, again."

Saying that she got up from the table, pecked me on the cheek and walked away, her hips sashaying subtly. My cock got even harder!

Over the next two days I did what Nikki suggested - mounted the dildo on a wide table leg and found a way to take it in my ass. It wasn't pleasant to start with, but was not uncomfortable the more I got used to it. Every time I imagined what it would feel like if the dildo was being operated by one of the girls, a surge of pleasure/anxiety/anticipation/dread went through me. 

On the second day, I had a class with Jazz, and although she didn't say anything during it, her constant smirk kept me on edge. As the students were leaving, she came up to me and casually remarked,

"Thanks, your ideas were very ... penetrating ... today. I'm looking forward to strapping them on and taking them for an intellectual ride this weekend."

I was left sputtering as she walked away, hips swinging. 

Nikki called me on the next day and simply asked,

"What's you answer - yes or no?"

Understanding that she was not initiating a discussion, I answered as calmly as I could (although shaking inside), 

"Yes."

"Good. We expect you to be fully ready for this next stage. A hydro-colonic appointment has been made for you tomorrow at 4pm. I will send you the address as a text. Go home after the session, and we'll call you with further instructions."

Then she was gone, and I heard a text come in.

I'd had a colonic before, so I knew what to expect, and the appointment was with an older woman who made me feel totally relaxed and comfortable. When I arrived back at my house, I started to think about what was in store for me. I can't say that I was looking forward to it (in fact it terrified me somewhat) but I also trusted Nikki to make it as exciting and arousing as our previous encounters. 

At 8pm the phone rang. It was not Nikki, but Olivia. The only time I had interacted with her was when I was over her knee, so I didn't know quite how to react. As she started to give me instructions, I began to feel even more humiliated. There was a level of comfort with Nikki by now, but this was recreating the initial tension I had with Olivia. 

"At 10 o'clock tonight you are to be standing in your living room, your back towards the unlocked front door, hands behind your back, naked and erect, wearing the leather strap."

With those instructions, she abruptly ended the call.

I was confused now. I had been expecting to be summoned to their house. I had not anticipated that it would start at my own place. 

I now understood that what I thought was a casual conversation with Nikki about my housing was actually information gathering on her part. This semester I was house sitting for a faculty member who was on leave. It was a small modest place, but derived its value from being the last house on a dead-end street, with the other houses close by occupied by elderly people who were asleep by 9pm most days. In fact I had only ever seen them during the day, so to all extents it was, in the evenings at least, like being on a private street. I wondered how this fact, which I had mentioned to Nikki, would be used.

At 9.50 I started to follow the instructions, stripped off my clothes, wrapped the leather strap around my erection and balls - I had been hard for the previous 30 minutes in anticipation of what was to come - and stood with my hands behind me, facing away from the unlocked front door. Again I wondered about the speed of my descent into a situation I had never even imagined a short while ago.

At precisely 10pm I heard footsteps outside, the door opening and a perfumed presence behind me.

"Well hello 'professor'. I'm so glad to see that you follow instructions as well as you give them in class."

It was Jazz and not Nikki!

Moving past me, I felt her hand stroke my naked ass. She stood with her arms crossed in front. I'm not sure why, but my cock responded with a twitch as her eyes took me in. She noticed and sarcastically remarked,

"I'm glad you're pleased to see me."

She was wearing a short floral-patterned blue summer dress with a two-inch brown woven belt. A subtle gold necklace hung down just above her pert breasts. A pair of sandals donned her feet. Her outfit was nothing suggestive, but worked perfectly with her orange hair and alabaster skin. I found the understated combination exhilarating, especially given what I thought lay ahead for the night.

She was carrying the now familiar chain leash, and getting on her knees she fastened it to the clip on the strap. As her hands touched my cock, I groaned in longing.

Saying, "enough of that," she stood by grabbing my cock as a support, bent it down between my legs and then released it. The loud slap as my cock hit my stomach did nothing to make it any softer.

Giggling at the sound, and keeping the leash taut, Jazz took a seat in front of me. She carefully crossed her legs, briefly revealing matching blue panties. Leaning forward with the arm holding the leash on her knee, and leg swinging casually, she started talking.

"Mostly you know Nikki's story, and as you're going to interact with the rest of us, you should know our stories as well. When I came to college, I never dreamt I would be involved in something like this. My sexual experience in high school was pretty vanilla - a little fumbled sex with boys, a little making out with girls, lots of drinking. It was only when Nikki invited me to a party my first semester that things changed. It was at a private house with five girls from our college having been invited (we were driven there in a car together). At the party, we were presented with lots of scenes of a naked man our age being controlled by girls who looked just like me. Nikki was watching our reactions very carefully, and the next day she asked whether I was interested in living in a house with women who used men in that way. I guess she read me very easily as I'd never seen anything so arousing. I was hooked."

"That's the way we select who to invite in - we have a party at a house not connected to any school, two groups of five women from a couple of different colleges are invited, and the men are 'provided' by a house from a third college. So no-one can identify the guys. We can't have a party with the girls and men from the same college. Our little enterprise is totally dependent upon secrecy, especially for the men involved. Can you imagine if you were the star performer at a party with students from here? Our project would be over. This way, at the very least, some girls have been to an interesting party. Once we invite members in, they are sworn to secrecy, which is why no one at this college knows anything about us, or the guys we choose. Pretty ingenious, eh?"

"So that's where you come in. We are going to a screening party and you are the entertainment! We don't want any hesitation from you tonight about any instructions you'll be given, so I need your explicit agreement that you'll comply. If you don't want to do this, then everything stops here, no Nikki, no me, no nothing. It's up to you, but I need to know now, so if it's necessary, we can get one of our other guys who's on standby."

As she looked at me, I nodded my head. 

"I need you to say it."

The words caught in my mouth but somehow I got them out.

"Yes, I will do whatever I am told."

Pleased with my answer, she got to her feet, handed me the end of the leash and went to the door. 

"Good. But words are easy. You need to back them up with deeds. I'll be waiting by the car outside. If you mean what you say, you will walk out there just as you are and offer me the leash."

The front door was left open as she departed. I saw her walk to the parked car and lean on the side, arms crossed under her breasts, legs crossed at the ankles, head crooked, looking at me questioningly, expectantly.

This was a key moment. There was no Nikki close by, just me naked with an erection, leashed. Momentarily I considered closing the door and going back, as much as I could, to my pre-Nikki life. But I knew if I didn't do this, I would regret it forever - that Nikki and the world she offered would be a lost opportunity. It did not stop my legs from shaking as I turned out the light, closed the door behind me and took a giant psychological step out into the street. This was not like being at their house, which was still private. This was on a public road, where anyone could potentially see me! 

The street, as usual at this time was quiet and poorly illuminated, the closest street lamp a fair bit away. A half-moon provided most of the light, but that did not stop my heart from beating so hard and loud I thought it would burst from my chest. I moved to a smiling Jazz and offered her the leash. She took it, opened the back door of what I now realized was a limousine, patted me on the bottom, and handed the chain to someone inside. I was pulled me in by Emily, wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans! Giggling she said,

"Goody, I am so glad you chose to be here. I won the draw to demonstrate how you properly fuck a man in the ass, and I always enjoy being the teacher for this particular session!"

Emily, like Jazz, was quite playful in her manner, but there also a mischievous edge to her comments. Looking at her you would never have guessed what she was capable of. If she had been in my class, she wouldn't have stood out, physically, like Jazz. She was cute but like many other girls her age at the college. She was really young, still a freshman, and I wondered how she came to this kind of consciousness so quickly.

The limo had two long seats facing each other and Emily pulled me next to her. Jazz moved to sit opposite and as the leash was handed to her, the car started moving. Leaning into me, Emily took my cock in her right hand and started to softly caress it, very gently jerking me, occasionally fondling my balls. With her face right by mine, she started telling me her story, almost whispering, seductively. 

"You must be wondering what kind of girls we are to maneuver you into this. Actually we're very ordinary, but we've been given a chance to express parts of ourselves that normally remain submerged. As a teenager I was the girl-next-door, almost indistinguishable from others. The only thing that set me apart was my love of sex. I started masturbating when I was young, and when I discovered vibrators and dildos, god, I was in heaven. So boys weren't that important to me. Sure I did the usual thing, making out at parties, blow-jobs in the backs of cars, but it wasn't central to how I thought about myself. Especially when I realized that most boys were only interested in their own pleasure. I remember when I gave my first blow-job, I expected him to return the favor, but he was out of the door before I could get my panties off."

"From that moment on, I vowed two things - that I was going to learn to give the best blow-job imaginable, and once the guy was hooked, he would only get it after he went down on me. I quickly learnt how easy it was to control boys sexually, kind of like what Nikki did with you! The power to make someone follow your commands was, is, a real turn-on. When word got around about how good I was, I pretty much had access to any guy's mouth and lips. And I made good use of it, believe me."

"So when I got to college, I thought I'd carry on in the same vein, until I was invited to this party last year, and saw how much more was possible than just having a guy go down on me. I knew I'd only just scratched the surface so when Nikki followed up, my enthusiasm was obvious."

"Although all of us are aroused by control, we'll also be using you for our own sexual needs. That's one of the things I love about the house, I have access to a man almost any time I want, to do precisely what I need. I think all of us are different in that way. Nikki really seems to get off on the psychological control and seeing what humiliating things men are willing to do to be for her. I'm not sure you'll ever get to do much more than jerk off for her amusement. And I think Olivia can't get that many men to bend over her knee, so I imagine you might be spending a lot of time there. Jazz, what do use our boys for?"

Smiling, Jazz gave a little tug on the chain and spread her legs to give me another brief glimpse of her panties.

"Well, I can get anyone to fuck me - it's amazing how easy it is for a girl to get laid - but it's much harder to get men to do other things. I really like to have my ass played with. Not just a little kiss or nibble but prolonged worship. That's mostly what you'll do with me. What about you, Em?"

Shifting her attention to just the head of my cock, Emily continued her soft caress as she answered.

"Well, like Jazz said, you can get fucked any time. But that doesn't really do it for me (my rabbit is much more effective). As well as having a guy between my legs, I also love having my tits sucked and fondled while I touch myself. You are going to become very familiar with my nipples and clit. I don't know why, but I also love the idea of a man coming on my tits, and then cleaning up with his tongue."

The entire time she was talking, her hand never left my cock, keeping it rock solid without ever really doing anything to get me closer to a climax. Once in a while I'd also feel a little tug on my balls from Jazz, who I was looking at the entire time that Emily was talking to me, a sly smile never leaving her mouth. As the car slowed up, Emily fondled my balls gently, saying,

"These feel very full so I know you followed our instructions and haven't jerked-off..."

Then giggling,

"... since I squirted your cum all over your face."

My cock twitched involuntarily at the thought. I also came to the realization that intelligence must be an important part of the screening process, as Nikki, Emily and Jazz were really smart in how they spoke about sex, control and their own desires. I didn't know many women, especially this young, who could speak with that level of sophistication. From my class it was obvious that Jazz was book-smart, but it was more than that. It wasn't just that they spoke in clever ways - they talked as though they knew deeply. This was what emotional intelligence must be! 

As I was thinking these things the car slowed up and came to halt. (We must have been driving for about half an hour.) I heard the driver come to the side to open the door. Jazz got out first and pulled me after her. Holding the door open was a very pretty woman in her late-twenties (my age) dressed in a chauffeur's uniform with a cap. She was tall with short blond hair under the headwear. Jazz introduced her.

"This is Syd, she provides the guest transportation for all the house parties."

She extended her hand, but as I went to shake it, she instead grabbed my cock in a greeting, not letting go.

"Syd is an honorary guest at all the houses (and parties), and gets to participate whenever she wants, so you might well see her in the future."

Smiling, her hand squeezed me gently, before letting go.

Before I could make sense of what had just happened, Nikki came out to the driveway of the house we had pulled up to. I was so getting used to this by now, and I guess trusting of the women, that I forgot for a moment that I was standing in the open air, stark naked. There were nothing but bushes surrounding us and as no other house was visible, I realized we must be out in the country somewhere.




Seduced into Submission Ch. 02



Nikki greeted me with kiss to the cheek and a squeeze of my cock (did no-one ever shake hands?), took the leash from Jazz and started to lead me towards the house. She was wearing sexy tight light-blue jeans with a white blouse and I was, as usual, mesmerized by her swaying ass. Getting to the front door, she stopped and gave me instructions.

"OK, I am sure that Emily and Jazz have told you about this event. Your job today is to follow any instruction you are given, without question. Is that clear? And no ejaculations without permission."

I nodded, even as my legs shook with fear/anticipation. Nikki pulled me into the house with Syd, Emily and Jazz bringing up the rear.

The place was large, very elegant, and empty of any people! I realized we were going out to the back yard. As we left the building I saw a large lawn with chairs and a small stage. A group of young women were standing by the seats, and as I emerged all eyes turned to me. I was so disoriented by the situation that I didn't look at them individually but as a group. I realized that this wasn't like the slow build-up at the house where, before they all gathered as a group in the kitchen, I had essentially been introduced to each girl individually. Here, it was just a large group of anonymous women immediately! I guess I was expecting something more raucous when it had been described to me, but it went eerily silent as Nikki led the way to the stage. Unclipping the leash, I was told to stand at the front edge of the one-foot high stage, hands behind me, as Nikki spoke.

"Ladies, as promised, the entertainment is here. You'll see that he is ready for our amusement. We are a small enough group, that I think you can all come up and introduce yourselves to him. First names only. Emily, Jazz, why don't you lead the way to show the girls what we mean."

At that Emily walked up to me, looked up, and shook my cock hello in her small hand.

"Hi, I'm Emily," she said, almost sarcastically.

Jazz did the same, as Nikki invited everyone to follow suit. One by one, young women (girls, really) I had never met came up to the stage, looked me in the eye and shook my cock, some giving it a stroke up and down. The names were a blur and all I remembered were their largely smirking smiles. They ranged from the absolutely beautiful to cute girls-next-door, and it went through my mind that among other things, they were chosen based on their looks. Their dress ranged from summer frocks, to jeans to shorts. By the time the fourteenth one had finished (ten invitees plus the four from the other houses) my cock was twitching and I feared I was going to ejaculate. 

As they all took their seats, I had a chance to look at them individually. A few obviously stood out, especially a tall blonde with shoulder length hair wearing a tight black sweater, black jeans that clung to her like a second skin and over-the-knee brown boots with three inch heels that accentuated her height even more. She was voluptuous and tight at the same time. 

But my eyes darted to all the women taking in my humiliation. I noticed four of the women standing around the edges and I presumed they must be from the other houses, evaluating the potential new members. 

As the introductions concluded, Nikki went and sat in a straight-backed chair turned sideways to the front and indicated that I should stand in front of her, on an X about 5 feet away. Addressing the audience, she told them that I was there, not as a submissive, but as someone who chose to go through this to remain connected to her. Then turning to me she told me to start masturbating but not to come close to orgasm. My hand obediently went to my cock and I started stroking. 

My reaction was interesting. I had masturbated for partners before, but it was in the context of something very consensual and sharing and was not at all embarrassing. The public, one-sided nature of this made it very different. 

After a couple of minutes or so, she asked if anyone else wanted to take her place. The blonde's hand shot straight up and Nikki invited her up to the stage. Taking a seat and crossing her long legs, one boot swinging mesmerizingly before me, she continued smiling, staring. Her gaze melted me, as did her instruction that I "Jerk off looking into my eyes." 

Her gaze never left my own eyes, and in a sense, the intensity of the experience, and the embarrassment and humiliation, was even greater than if she'd been staring at my cock.

After a couple of minutes of this largely psychic torture, Nikki asked if anyone else wanted to try, and more hands went up. A small red head was chosen to come up. She was wearing a blouse, shorts, sandals and sat leaning forward, with her hands holding the seat of the chair. She was more wide-eyed, less confident, not quite believing her good fortune., but it was no less humiliating. My cock remained hard as I played with myself in front of her.

Nikki was obviously acting as the mistress of ceremonies and as she called a halt, the red head went back to the audience and the chair was moved so it was now in the middle of the stage, facing the front. Jazz quickly occupied it and indicated for me to come and stand to her right side. Taking my cock in her left hand she pulled me across her lap. My head went down, my arms on the ground in front, my cock resting across her bare thighs, as her dress rode up. I didn't expect this. I thought from the way that Emily had been talking in the car, that it would be her that would have the predominant role in whatever took place. The fact that it was one of my own students made the situation worse. 

Nikki continued to provide the commentary.

"There are lots of ways of controlling men. Once they've been over your knee, they'll never be able to look at you in the same way again. For instance, every time he sees her in class from now on ..." She paused for dramatic effect, "when he's lecturing, he won't think of her as just a student, but as someone who has spanked him over her lap."

As she said that, there was a general murmuring among the women at the news of my position. Jazz started to bring her hand down on my ass, fingers fluttering along the crack of my bottom after each spank, reminding me even more of how delicate my position was. Nikki continued,

"This is also the perfect position to reach between his legs for a more intimate caress."

Jazz instructed me to open my legs and I felt her fingers on my scrotum.

"Remember, the aim should not be pain, but humiliation and embarrassment. That is much more effective than physical punishment."

As Jazz continued her gentle ministrations on my balls, she leant down and whispered, so only I would hear.

"Just think about this when I see you in class on Monday!"

Nikki asked if anyone would like to take Jazz's place. As I turned my head to look at the women, a number of hands quickly went up in the air.

"OK, don't worry, everyone who wants, will get her turn."

As Jazz helped me to my feet, I realized that I'd leaked over her bare legs. She noticed as well, and shaking her head, smiled as she used a cloth to wipe them clean. 

I stood by the chair, as a women rose from the audience and took her place. She had shoulder length straight black hair, and wore a vest/t-shirt that showed the outlines of her firm boobs, with shiny blue metal leggings that clung to her curvy frame. Taking her cue from Jazz, she used my cock to pull me across her lap. Head down, ass up, she proceeded to warm my bottom, as well as fondle my balls. When she finished another girl took her place. By now I was so confused with how many people were involved, that I lost track of who was doing what. 

All I really remember were the last two. The tall blonde (I didn't recall her name in my confusion and shame) was very confident in her handling of me, taking me over lap easily (almost practiced I thought) and not even really bothering with spanking me, but content to let me lay there while her hand just rested on my ass. It was almost like she wanted me to focus on the moment without the distraction of the slaps and resembled her watching my face as I jerked off for her before. When I got up from her lap, she walked away with a sly smile, as though she knew something. 

The last one was a beautiful Latina, Alexa, dark curls cascading around her shoulders. Her dress was low cut, her cleavage delicious. Sitting, she asked me to move to the other side as she was left-handed, and then instead of pulling me by my cock across her lap, she just smiled and playfully patted her thighs in invitation. As I took my place, she was the only one who made sure she positioned my cock between her bare legs, so that when she started spanking and fondling me, her legs moved together to massage my already dripping penis. I honestly thought I was going to come in this position, but luckily Nikki decided to move things along just in time.

Helping me to my feet as Alexa released me with a soft pinch to my ass, Nikki attached the leash back to the ever-present strap, and started to lead me around the outside edge of the large yard. All eyes were on me as I obediently followed her, until we were back at the stage. Before she even said anything, arms flew up, and I was handed over to the first girl. This time I could focus on each one individually, as I wasn't bent over away from them on their laps, although it was still pretty disorienting. Names escaped me, except for a few. The blonde who had gazed into my eyes while I was masturbating for her was Belinda, and the little redhead, Lena. Again, Alexa proved unique. While all the others had used the leash to lead me, she simply took my cock in her left hand and casually walked around the yard, releasing and squeezing softly, almost masturbating me, the chain dragging between my legs. When we were far enough away that no-one could hear, her soft voice shook me.

"Hi Professor, you don't know me but I transferred from your school last semester, and my roommate was in your class, so I know exactly who you are. You will hear from me, or perhaps her, very soon!"

I am not sure the shock registered on my face, as I was already stunned and disoriented with everything that had happened, but this didn't seem part of the deal.

As she handed me over to the next woman for the garden tour, Alexa smiled and gently squeezed my cock in farewell.

As Nikki led me back to the stage she unclipped the leash. I noticed "the chair" had been replaced by a padded table. All through the evening, Emily's first words to me had reverberated around my head, and I knew that the arrangement of the colonic was in preparation for something that would happen tonight. I had hoped that it was just a fear device, meant to keep me on edge, but as I looked off to the side I saw Emily, her jeans stripped off, standing in just a t-shirt with a harness round her waist. I knew the moment of truth had arrived. I had done everything else that had been demanded of me but this, the penetration involved, seemed at a different level. Even though I had prepared myself, physically at least, for the violation to come, I wasn't sure I could go through with it, but I knew if I refused, the intense sexual pleasure I had experienced at the house would be a thing of the past, not the future. While my mind swirled with these thoughts, Nikki again gave the instructions.

"Ladies, I hope you've had a different and more meaningful experience tonight than just another rowdy bachelorette party. We are coming to the penultimate event now, and this may not be for everyone, so please don't feel like you have to stay or participate. You've already seen and done things today that few girls have the opportunity to do to men. Making them masturbate in front of you, taking them over you knee, leading them around by their penis is just a prelude to the ultimate act of female control. Emily, would you please demonstrate."

Emily strode confidently on to the stage holding a dildo aloft in her hand. Then, turning her back to the audience and me she inserted it into the harness, so when she turned, the six-inch purple dong led the way. There was a collective gasp (including from me)! 

Taking a position in profile to the audience she motioned me over and instructed me to kneel with my hands behind my back. Before I really knew what was happening, she grabbed my hair with one hand while using the other to bring the dildo to my mouth. Slowly inserting it, she used both hands to move my head up and down on it. She was being quite gentle, careful not to cause a gagging reflex, and it dawned on me that she knew exactly how far to push it. Soon my head was being held still and she was now moving the dildo in and out of my mouth. It was clearly the symbolism she was after, and I imagined the sight we made - a kneeling naked man with an erection being fucked in the mouth by a young girl. There was complete silence as everyone took in the scene.  

Releasing me and stepping back, Emily pointed at the table and told me to bend over it. My legs trembled as I walked over to obey her order, grabbing the other end of the table. This put me sideways to the audience and I turned my face away from them. Emily noticed of course, and as I heard her approach, she told me to turn my head towards the women and keep my eyes open. Kicking my legs further apart, she also made sure my cock was not under me but pulled back against the edge of the table. I heard her voice, addressing the audience.

"If you happen to find a man to do this with, the most important thing you'll need, in addition to a well-fitting dildo, is lubrication, lots of it."

As she said that, I felt her slippery finger at my asshole. The insertion of the digit was not bad and it moved in and out smoothly, once the initial resistance was overcome. Then with her hands on my hips, I felt a colder plastic intruder move into me. I clenched my teeth as Emily eased the dildo in slowly, a half-inch at a time, until I felt her body against my ass, then the slight movement of her pelvis as an in-and-out motion started. As I got used to it, she started a longer in-and-out movement. Soon she was pulling almost the whole way out of my ass, and then sliding back in, until she was fucking me hard and fast. I gritted my teeth and held on to the end of the table as the uncomfortable feeling of fullness gradually turned into something else, almost not really pleasant but certainly not unpleasant. I suddenly realized my fears had been foolish and that I was actually enjoying being taken this way! There was something very freeing in giving up any autonomy and just being fucked by someone. I wondered if women felt like this when a man was fucking them from behind!

However, what I was not enjoying was the public nature of the interaction, which turned a potentially pleasing and arousing interaction into something humiliating. The women were, to a person, fascinated by what was happening, some wide-eyed, some barely able to watch, some clearly aroused, others laughing openly. Two reactions caught my attention. Belinda was standing near the back with a hand down the front of her jeans, clearly touching her pussy or clit. Alexa was in the front row, sitting forward, smiling broadly, elbows on knees, hands together by her face, almost clapping. She sported a look of expectation.

As a finale, at least to this, Emily asked for my hands and as she grabbed my arms behind me, it gave her new leverage to pound into me, as she was pulling back and pistoning in in the same movement. 

She was obviously getting a little tired, and slapping me on the ass she withdrew, told me to turn around and to get up on the table on my back with my ass at the edge, legs spread wide. I was glad the table was right there to lean on as my legs may not have held me. My erection was still rock solid as I followed her instructions and laid back, legs wide. She moved between them, grabbed an ankle in each hand and bought them up so they were pointing to the sky. Nikki helped Emily position the dildo at my asshole, and she pushed in without resistance and started to fuck me now from the front. In terms of humiliation this was a lot worse. When she was fucking me from behind, I could almost distance myself from the scene. Now I could see her smirking face, see my own legs spread wide, look at my hard cock. I had fucked women in this position and never thought about it from their perspective, but this was a very submissive position, as the other person is totally in control of what is happening to you. 

Reminding me of this, Emily once again drew attention to the public nature of what was essentially my "deflowering."

"Turn your head. Let them see your face."

A fresh feeling of shame went through me as I again looked into the eyes of the largely now gloating women. As though reading my thoughts, Nikki made an announcement. 

"If you want to see this closer, please come up."

Alexa was the first to move, and others quickly followed, and within seconds the women had moved from being a relatively distant audience to being close enough to touch. 

Emily started to offer a commentary as she continued to control me.

"Not all men react in the same way, but you can tell from his erection, that he's really enjoying this at some level."

She was right that my cock was still hard. In some of the reading I had done, it was mentioned that men sometimes lose their erections while they are being fucked in the ass. That obviously was not me. 

In one more exhibition of her power, Emily placed my legs over her shoulders, took my left hand in her right for stability while her right hand moved to my cock. She started jerking me off as she pummeled into me. I looked from her face, and the small tits shaking under her shirt, to the faces around me. Again, it was Alexa and Belinda's gaze that held me. I knew I would probably never see Belinda again after this night, but I had a feeling that Alexa had plans for me. 

Emily could quite easily have done what she did before, and make me squirt into my own face, but she was very careful not to bring me even close to the edge. 

After a minute of this latest humiliation, Nikki drew a halt and as Emily pulled out, helped me to my feet with a little whispered encouragement. "You did very well ... I'm glad you liked it so much!" 

Walking to the front of the stage, Nikki clapped her hands to silence the chattering that had accompanied the women drifting back to their seats.

"Ladies, as you can probably tell, this is a very intense experience for our guest, so we can't offer the same opportunity to participate to everyone. I'm sure you all understand."

I'm not sure they did as there was a murmur of disappointment from the women, although a sigh of relief from me. As pleasurable as this had eventually turned out, I knew my ass could not take too much more. Smiling, and motioning towards me, Nikki continued,

"However, our guest is willing to accommodate one more person."

I had agreed to accommodate an unknown women fucking me in the ass?? But I held my thoughts.

"So one of you will get the chance by a draw of lots. If you want to use the strap-on with our guest, please take a card from the table at the back, and write your name on it." 

About half of the women moved to the table where the cards were and started writing. Significantly, Belinda and Alexa were not among them, and I saw them exchanging conspiratorial comments, giggling at something! 

Meanwhile Nikki moved to me, grabbed my cock, and brought me back to the front of the stage, just as she was handed the cards. 

"OK, six cards. To make this fair, we will have out guest make the draw."

Nikki whispered some instructions in my ear and then fanned out the cards. I picked one out, turned it over, and with a shaking voice carried out the instructions she had given me. 




Seduced into Submission Ch. 02



"Yuki, will you please come up and fuck me."

There were sighs of disappointment, and one yelp of happiness as someone started to make their way to the front.

Yuki looked to be of Japanese descent, although she was wearing pretty standard student attire - a very short, tight black dress with heels. She was quite small, with black silky hair down to her shoulders. I recalled now that when it was her turn to take me over her knee, I worried that I might have been too heavy for her petite frame (I wasn't and she controlled me easily). I also remember being mesmerized by her ass and legs as she led me by the leash. 

Nikki spoke quietly to her for a minute or so, before leading her over to Emily, who helped Yuki remove her dress, leaving her in black bra and panties and 4-inch heels. It suddenly hit me that despite everything that had happened tonight, the only one who had to get naked was me! Yuki was as close as it got to one of the women revealing herself. I saw Emily fitting her with the harness and then leading her back to the front of the stage.

Nikki took each of us by the hand and spoke.

"Yuki told me that she is always intrigued by why men loving having sex in the doggy position - and she wants to experience it from their perspective."

Tuning to me she told me get on the floor on all fours facing the front. As I obeyed (there was no other word for it) Yuki got on her knees behind me and I felt one of her hands on my hips, as the other lined up the dildo with my ass. I was still well lubricated, and quite open from Emily's ravaging of me, so she slid right in. There was nothing gentle about Yuki and I felt her hands on my hips as she moved in and out, hard and fast. The slaps of her body slamming into my ass reverberated in my ears. Then her hands left my hips and she grabbed my hair in both hands and was pulling my head back, riding me, controlling me like a horse, her pelvis slapping against my ass. I had done this very thing with women in the past and now understood the experience in a whole new way, as I was also forced to look into the eyes of the young women basking in the spectacle of Yuki vigorously fucking me. My cock remained hard the entire time!

After a few minutes, Nikki called time and Yuki reluctantly stopped and pulled out. I heard applause for her performance coming from the assembled crowd.

As I remained on all fours, Jazz came up behind me and used a towel to wipe away the lube from the crack of my ass. I felt like a small boy as she whispered "you're welcome Professor." 

Nikki spoke again.

"We're going to wrap this up now so a couple of things remain. One is to give our special guest performer his well-deserved reward, and also for you to have a little memento of the evening. We have some non-permanent markers here for you to write a thank you, and to get a photo of you with him."

The panic must have been etched across my face, and Nikki mouthed the words "don't worry" to reassure me. I had come so far, I decided I had to trust her to hold my anonymity, as much as was possible, for the rest of the evening.

Smiling, Nikki pointed to a spot at the edge of the stage and told me to stand, hands behind me. I got up with sore and stiff knees and did as I was told. I felt perhaps exposed in a way I had not all evening - after all these mortificationn my erection betrayed me in its hardness. It was like admitting my enjoyment!

The women came up one by one and were told to write a very short phrase on my chest (which thankfully was hairless) signed with their name. They could then pose with me however they wanted for a photo. Each message was wiped away with a wet towel to clear the slate for the next one. From my position, I couldn't really see what they were writing (I later learned it was a variation of "thanks for everything" or "unique experience") and the poses mostly consisted of them pressing into me, smiling, some while holding my cock. Jazz took the photos with a digital camera. As Alexa, took her turn, she whispered in my ear "see you soon."

Belinda was the last one and wanting something different, she instead pulled me by my ear to the chair, sat and positioned me over knees. I felt her writing something on my ass, as Jazz clicked away, this time laughing at the words. I later discovered they were, "Thanks for a spanking good time."

As Belinda returned to her seat, high-fiving a couple of girls on the way, Nikki told them they would get the pictures the next day, but with my face blurred out. I sighed with relief and may have actually smiled. Nikki carried on.

"You should all know that our guest has not had an orgasm, at our instructions, for six days now. He will now get his just reward for being such a cooperative participant tonight."

The whole crowd broke out in some sedate applause, and I somehow felt proud. 

Turning to me, Nikki said,

"You may now masturbate to climax for the girls."

Not quite believing that I was at last going to get some relief, I took my cock in hand, spread my legs a little, and started jerking off. I had been kept aroused for so long and the thought of achieving release was so strong, I didn't care what I looked like. The girls were still quite reserved (I had seen videos of women at bachelorette parties become quite raucous when presented with a naked man) and that made it worse for me as they looked at me more in awe that they were privy to what is essentially a private act. But I was so worked up that I came wildly after only 30 seconds or so. The women started applauding. My ejaculation was long and powerful - some of it landing a good six feet away. I had been holding so much in (physically, psychologically, emotionally) that it was all too much for me, and as I came uncontrollably, my legs gave way and I ended up curled up on the floor, sobbing. The girls' clapping became the soundtrack of my experience.

I was helped to my feet (I'm not sure by whom), a bath robe was wrapped around me and comforting arms led me back into the house and a soft couch, where I drifted off to unconsciousness in Nikki's soft arms.

When I woke, the only person there was a smiling Syd, still in her uniform. She asked if I was OK, and when I replied affirmatively, told me to stand and drop the robe. I saw I was soft now, but the strap still drew emphasis to my genitals, making them protrude from my body. Kneeling, she attached the leash to the clip and led me out of the house, to the driveway and the car. Helping me to get into the back, she closed the door and I heard her get in the driver's side and the car start to move. 

I was alone in the back, naked but still leashed. It was a very different feeling than when I arrived and gave me the chance to really reflect on what had happened. The erotic had been removed from the situation and all I could think of was the humiliation (and what Alexa might do with the knowledge of who I was). Unbelievably, to me anyway, I started to get hard at the thought, and I wondered if I was reacting to the embarrassment. Was I really submissive? I dismissed that idea, as I had never thought about it before. In fact I was somewhat repulsed by the idea. 

But being "forced" into it was different. Not force as in physical force, but as a choice I made to do something unpleasant for the chance to experience what I had with Nikki and the girls, and now women I did not even know, and would likely never meet again. I suddenly realized that what Nikki had helped me tap into was a complex and contradictory ensemble of relations where humiliation, embarrassment, desire, pleasure, shame, were all part of the same experience. I was not doing unpleasant things to get to the good things. The whole thing, shame and pleasure together, WAS the experience. I didn't know how long it would last (surely my shame would grow less if I did the same things with the girls many times) but I vowed that I would ride this tiger as long as I could. Even Alexa had a role to play in this!

As the car came to a halt 30 minutes later and Syd pulled me out to the street, these thoughts were still circulating around my head. Her eyes widened when she saw my erection had returned. Taking her hat off and shaking her hair loose, she unclipped the leash, leant into me from behind, reached around, brought her hand to my cock, and started wanking me as I stood in the (darkened) street. She whispered in my ear,

"You know, I've seen a number of these parties, and you were the best and most cooperative. Sometimes the men will stop the moment they get there, other times at the spanking part, sometimes at the ass-fucking. But even though you weren't sure and looked panicked at what was happening, you stuck with it till the end. Congratulations. I love the reluctant way you accepted going over all those women's laps, and the way you took the dildo."

She was obviously an expert at jerking men off, and brought me to the brink before stopping and giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek. 

"I know where you live, so I'll be in touch, 'professor.'"

With that she slapped my ass and sent me, naked and hard, towards my front door. 

"By the way, Nikki told me to tell you, no jerking-off until she's in touch."



Seduced Into Submission Pt. 01



Ever wonder how your life can change in a single moment. Most instant changes are bad, but some can be good. Being a housewife with no children can be boring at times and this is one of those times. I reflect how my young marriage spiraled into a cuckolding relationship without the desire by Brett.

It all started last year at the gym. My name is Mandi. I'm 26 years old and have been married to my wonderful husband Brett for 4 years. Brett is 29. Brett and I met on the internet (MySpace). He was moving near me and we began as friends and things took off. I fell in love with a man I have never met. 

When Brett moved to Portland, my anticipated day finally arrived. Although we had wonderful phone and chat times, I had never gone on a date, touched him, or seen him naked. I know we weren't technically dating but I was so into him that I felt like I was cheating if I even looked at another man until we met. I should state that I have always been a very sexual person. So it was difficult going celibate for 5 months. My fingers got tons of abuse. 

Anyways the day we met was as perfect as I imagined except for one small or tiny thing. His penis! It was so small I had to fake an orgasm, which I have never done before. I felt bad, but I loved him so I didn't let it bother me because he loved me and treated me like a queen. 

Anyways, our relationship continued and he proposed a year later and our marriage has been a dream ever since. We have had some issues, but nothing more than any other couple until Brett found my sex journal. As previously stated, I am a hypersexual. Ever since I became sexually active at a very young age, I was addicted to sex. I wouldn't say I am an exhibitionist or slut, but I could never say no or deny my boyfriends sex. It was too much fun and pleasurable.

I was out with the girls dancing one night when I came home to Brett drunk. As I sat next to him I saw something was bothering him so I asked him. 

Brett pulled out my sex journal and I immediately felt sick. I knew what was in it and how I was caught. I began thinking what to say. I remembered telling Brett that he was only my 3rd lover. 

Brett asked how many guys I had slept with and I looked at him shamefully and said 77. 

He asked, "So is it true that my dick is the smallest you have ever seen for a grown man?"

I felt tears in my eyes and said, "Yes". 

He handed me the book and told me to read it out loud to him. I didn't want too as I already knew it hurt his feelings, but he said he needed to hear it from me. 

I took the book and began to read. "My 77th lover; my husband Brett; Size 4.25" length and skinny." I stopped.

Brett told me to continue reading all of it. So I did.

"The smallest dick I have ever seen for a grown man. I hate to write this because I love him, but it is too small to even be classified as a dick. It's a pathetic excuse for a dick. It's not even a penis. It's a tiny sissy clit. I can feel him though it tickles more than anything. As bad as this may sound I always think of my ex when we have sex. I love Brett, but I need a REAL MAN with a REAL FAT COCK!"

Tears were streaming down my face as I just apologize. Brett walked away and slept in the guest bedroom for a week. This was the worst week of my life. I thought i ruined my marriage. I felt violated since he read my journal, MY personal journal, but how could I be so selfish when i described such putrid and horrible things about the man I love. Although they were true, I felt like the worst wife ever! I continued to apologize and rekindle our marriage and after 2 weeks everything was back to normal. Time went on and we tried to have children for 2 years, but we could never conceive. We began to give up hope and planned on being a kid less couple. 

Brett and I were planning a special vacation to the Bahamas this summer. I, like many women am self conscience about my body. I'm not overweight by any means. I'm 5'4", 137lbs. I have medium length blonde hair and green eyes. My size is 34b-28-36. Well Brett made me a promise he would take me anywhere I wanted to go if I would wear a thong bikini. Well I took the bait and began exercising daily at the gym until I met my goal weight of 120.

As I am a housewife, I have all day to myself minus the household chores. I decided to look into a gym membership at the local gym so I could make my man proud while on vacation. I started working out in the evening after Brett went to work. I was going 5 days a week. I never had a gym membership or been to a gym before so I was quite surprised to see such masculinity. The steamy sweat from all the men working out would seem gross, but for some reason to me it was sexy. Like I said I love my husband and he is a sexy man, but I must admit I saw some sexy men at the gym. Not that I would ever do anything though my mind would ponder while on the treadmill. 

I began a routine of cardio and some weight lifting. Needless to say i know nothing about weight lifting, but i was determined to lose weight and tone up a bit. If i were going to wear a thong bikini, then I was going to do whatever it took to get my dream vacation even if I had no idea what I was doing. Being married and never exercising at the gym I felt I should be modest. I wore some yoga pants, shorts bra and a tank top. 

I began my journey at the gym. Although there were several sexy men, this particular day i was in for a surprise. I started on the treadmill and began my 10 mile jog. I was half way through my jog when my attention pulled to bench press in front of me. There stood the sexiest man I ever laid eyes on. Now I haven't always been attracted to black men. I have seen many sexy black men, but all that "yo babay was sup" talk turned me off and away. But this man was different. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He was breathtaking. Here I was a married woman, watching every move this man was making. Watching the sweat bead off his head and his muscles strain as he was lifting the weight, I realized I couldn't take my eyes off this man. I'm sure others could see me starring, but I couldn't have cared. 

This man was a god. A black god. He stood nearly 6'6" well built and as dark as dark chocolate with a sexy bald head. I looked him from top to bottom. His upper body in the shape of a v. His chest looked like it was built of bricks and his shoulders of rocks. He stood wearing a white tank top. I could see every muscle and he wasn't even flexing. My eyes continued down to his white shorts and that's where my eyes stopped. He was so dark I could see his skin through the white material. His sexy butt and hard legs. But what caught my attention the most was the swinging between his legs. I couldn't believe my sight. I shook my head in amazement as it looked like there was a creature moving inside his shorts. I felt myself becoming hotter by the second. I felt my nipples hardening which didn't concern me and my modest clothing. My vagina was dampening and I could feel my horniness growing. 

I continued to run until my jog was complete. My legs burning, heart beating, and sweat dripping down my chest, yet I had a burn much worse between my legs. All I could think about was this black god. I began walking and watched as he finished with the bench and walked up to the treadmill next to me. It was then I felt butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't believe I was feeling this way. It was like a school girl crush, yet I'm MARRIED. 

I look over at this black man and watch as he is walking as well. I feel my heart beating, my nipples hard and begin to undress him with my eyes. I begin day dreaming while looking at this man. Thinking of him walking naked on the treadmill. Watching ever muscle on his body and what his penis would be like. With a man who exudes so much masculinity it is impossible for his penis to be anything less than 8". My mouth opens and I unintentionally place my left hand on my left breast. Not realizing where I am or for that matter really caring. I feel the heat of my vagina wondering how it would feel to be in this man's arms when I hear sounds coming from his direction. All I here is a laugh. 

I look up to see him smiling at me. I feel my face get warm and can only imagine how bad this looks. I was caught. Caught starring at this stud, wearing my wedding ring, nipples hard, and a gushing vagina. I begin to panic knowing he caught me starring at his penis. Afraid and embarrassed, I step down and walk over the squat station. I start putting light weight on and get into position. As I begin bending at the knees I hear him from behind. 

"Your form is off and I would hate to see such a beautiful woman hurt herself, would you like some assistance?" He says.

Startled by his surprised visit I leaned forward causing the weight to start losing my balance. He quickly grabbed the bar with one hand and lifts it off of my shoulders. 

He laughs and says, "Allow me to help." 

Blushing from embarrassment I said, "Some pointers would be quite helpful."

"You need to keep your back straight and vertical. Grab the bar equally on each side and slowly bend at the knees until you are at 90 degrees and return to the standing position. Be careful on keeping your stomach tense and back straight the entire time to avoid injuries. I just finished my workout; I wouldn't mind staying to spot you to help if you want!" He said.

"That would be great. Thank you! I'm Mandi by the way." I said.

"I'm Mike. It's nice to meet you Mandi." He said.

"Same here," I replied.

He removed some weight and we began. Mike was wonderful and in more ways than one. On top of being outrageously sexy and handsome, he was a perfect gentleman. He never hit on me or anything. We didn't talk much either other than him pushing me to work harder.

We completed 7 sets of squats, leg press, leg curls, hip flexors, and sit ups. By the time the workout was complete I noticed I had been at the gym for nearly 2 hours. 

As I stood from my crunches I almost lost my balance from my legs being so sore. I began to fall when Mike grabbed me and picked me up holding me like a baby. Aside from my legs being sore I felt very comfortable being in his arms. Having him hold me so close to his body and looking into his sexy dark eyes I was lost in the moment. He smiled at me which made me smile back. I felt like I was getting all giggly as if he were my first crush. 

"Do you have a masseuse Mandi?" He said as he brought me to my feet. 

"No I don't. My husband gives me massages every now and again, but he is at work tonight." I said.

"Well you are going to want a massage ASAP or you will be sore and walking slow and funny the next couple of days. I am a personal trainer. Why don't you come back to the back room? There is a massage table and I could help massage your legs to avoid injuries and pain." He said

How nice of him I thought. Here is a guy who is looking out for my interest, but I'm questioning if it is appropriate. I think to myself, well if I keep my clothes on it is just like going to a physical therapist or massage therapist. 

"If you insist." I said smiling.

As he escorted me to the back room I noticed the gym was pretty empty. As we enter the massage room I see the table, candles, and oils. 

"I'll turn around and allow you to dress down. Then just hop on your stomach and let me know when you're ready." He says.

As he turned I really started to question if this was appropriate. Here I am about to get naked with this hot black man in the same room. Part of me wanted to leave, but the other part wanted me to stay. Biting my bottom lip I figured he was so nice to help me workout and now a massage plus I really didn't want any injuries to hinder my workout plans so I began by taking my shirt off. Slowly stripping all my clothes off until I was completely naked. I grabbed the towel laid on the bed and covered myself.

"Ready!" I said.

"Just relax your muscles and put your head down and relax." He said.

My heart was beating fast, but he was so calm and professional that my nerves calmed and I found myself relaxing. Mike started with the oil. I could hear the sloshing on his hands. 

My massage began. He started at my shoulders and continued to my back. It felt so good with his strong hands that I couldn't help but moan a little bit. He gave me a wonderful shoulder and back massage for a good 40 minutes. .

After he completed on my back he moved the towel so a small portion of my butt was exposed. He began massaging my lower calves and moved to my thighs. It felt so amazing and wonderful to be touched so sensual. I was so relaxed I didn't realize how my body was naturally reacting to his touches. 

He moved up to the back of my thighs and spread my legs slightly to massage my inner thighs. I was in such a relaxed state I had forgotten that he had a great view of my vagina until I felt the touch. I opened my eyes and asked myself if what I felt was right. I swore his finger hit my vagina, but his hands were elsewhere. I must be overreacting I thought and relaxed again. Minutes later I felt it again. I lifted my head a bit and could feel softer tender touching on my vagina. 

"Is everything okay?" He asked. 

"Yes." I said not knowing what else to say.

I laid my head back down, but instead of relaxing I was trying to pay attention to his hands and movements. He slowly rubbed my left inner thigh all the way until his thumb hit my clit. I twitched as I was sure he touched my clit. He began rubbing his thumb in circles hard and sensual on my clit. Instinctively I moaned from the pleasure. Mike started rubbing slow, but increased his pace little by little. I continued to emit soft moans as it felt so good. I love my clit being toyed with and he knew it. 

Mike stopped rubbing my clit and began pushing a finger into my married white vagina. It was then I realized that I had spread my legs wider giving him full access to my married vagina. He began fingering me with one finger and increased to two. I could hear my wetness as his pace increased as did my moans. I was moaning louder by the second. My head was starting to spin and my tummy was getting the butterfly feeling. Breathing heavily my body tensed up and I gave one last moan as my body shook. Mike kept his fingers in me and slowly fingered me for an extra minute. I laid there in ecstasy as I had just had a wonderful fulfilling orgasm at the hands of Mike. 

It was then I realized what I had done. I just committed adultery. I was a cheater. A liar. A slut. I cheated on the only man I ever loved with a guy I just met. Began to panic and turned over to find Mike standing naked. I immediately saw his penis. It was the largest thing I have ever seen. It reminded me a shorter horse penis, but huge for a person. He wasn't even erect and it had to be 8". I opened my mouth and was speechless. He lifted his fingers to my mouth and inserted them. He leaned in close and said he loved my body and wanted to explore it more. I sucked his fingers and my juice off of him. He removed his fingers.

"I'm married Mike. What just happened was a mistake and can't happen again. You have an amazing body and are handsome, but I need to remain faithful to my husband." I said.

"Don't worry baby, I won't say anything. What he won't know won't hurt him." He said. 

"I don't know if I can do this. I love my husband. I said.

"Let me help you make your decision" he said as he lifted me off the table. I naturally wrapped my legs around him as he slowly lowered me down onto his beautiful black penis. 

As the head of his dick entered my pussy I immediately lost control. I closed my mouth and tilted my head back. I moaning coming from my mouth as inch by inch he lowered me on his dick. I felt my pussy being stretched further than it has ever gone before. Finally he hit my cervix and held me tight. I looked at him and kissed him on his lips. 

"Fu.. fu.. fuck me. P.. p.. p.. please give it t.. t.. to me." I panted.

I had my legs wrapped around his back and arms wrapped around his neck. I looked deep into his dark eyes as he held his massive dick in my pussy. His dick felt so wonderful. My pussy was stretched to its limit. He slowly started sliding his dick back out. He removed his dick from me and set me on the ground. I looked at him disappointed and begged for him to fuck me. I needed his cock. I wanted his cock. I felt just like a heroin addict and I needed my fix. My fix was his 10" long deep dark chocolate dick. 

"Get on your knees and kiss the head of my dick!" He said.

I obeyed just like an addict would. He had me at him whim and he knew it. I slowly bent to my knees in front of him. I grabbed his beautiful cock and lifted it and looked straight down the shaft. His dick was so wet and shiny from my pussy it was hard to grip. I puckered my lips and kissed the head with passion. 

"Good girl." He said.

Although it sounds degrading I felt pride knowing I was pleasing him and I didn't care that it wasn't my husband. 

He picked me up and bent me over the massage table. I spread my legs in anticipation of feeling his cock. He stepped behind me and place his dick at the entrance of my willing married white pussy. He stuck his head in and my head tilted back. The head of his dick stretched my pussy more than my husband's little white dick ever had. He continued pushing his dick all the way inside and my tight white pussy was accommodating as best it could, but he was so big I thought he was going to rip me. His dick was so big it was rubbing against my clit which is something that has never happened to me. I was screaming in pleasure on the edge of cumming when he finally hit my cervix. 

"Give it to me. I need you to fuck me!" I said.

Mike began fucking me harder. He grabbed me by the hips and began pounding my tight white pussy. I grabbed the table to brace myself but it was no used as he was too big and strong. I was cumming on his black dick within a minute of his pace picking up. Mouth open from screaming yet he continued his assault of my pussy. My pussy was so wet I could hear the sloshing sound with every thrust his dick made.

Each time his cock withdrew from me, I felt empty until its return thrust made her feel completely full and satisfied. I braced myself against the table and closed my eyes enjoying the sensations his cock was bringing to her whole body. 

His thrusts began to increase so fast now that my tits kept jiggling with each thrust of his huge cock inside her. He put his hands in my tits, playing with my nipples with each thrust made inside her. With each thrust and pinch of my nipple caused a different sensation in my body. 

I was breathing extremely heavy now as he kept pinching my nipples as his thrusts cause my body to shake as i enjoyed yet another orgasm. 

My eyes were closed as I could hear the sound of sex. My pussy was so wet and I yearned for more as my white husband was never able to give me the sensations Mike's cock provided. He gripped my hips as his thrust his cock into my willing pussy with more passion.

Mike's breathing was heavy and I knew he was on the brink of an orgasm. With each thrust my pussy tingled from every inch his cock had touched. His pace had slowed to a more passionate motion that he made until he pushed his cock deep in my fertile white pussy one last time as I felt his cock begin to pulsate inside of me. 

Mike let out a groan as his potent black seed was being released into my belly. I was panting and could feel his hot sperm hitting against her cervix. He emptied all of his potent seed in her as he collapsed on top of her. 

"Your pussy is tight." He said as he held me in his arms. 

I knew I was never going g to be the same again. I had been seduced by Mike into sex. Not just any sex, but the best sex of my life. As my mind cleared from the haze he put me in with each orgasm, I realized what I had done. Tears began building in my eyes. I to panic and franticly looked for my clothes. 




Seduced Into Submission Pt. 01



"I must go." I said as I quickly dressed hoping to get home and shower from what had just transpired.

"You have just been bred. My potent seed is already making its way to your eggs." He said.

He was right. How could I be such a fool to have sex with another man so unprotected? I knew what had to be done.

"You will never be the same again. The next time your husband's tiny penis is inside your pussy you will feel disgusted and come back for your fix on BBC." He said as he handed me his card. 

I quickly left the gym and drove home wondering what a fool I was. How was I going to explain this to my husband. Every thought was about my husband. I wondered if i could keep it from him or if i needed to tell him. 

As I turned on our street and pulled in the driveway, I pulled into the garage and went inside. Unable to think about anything but my husband. I undressed and laid down on my bed. 

As I laid there my thoughts went away as my tired weary eyes began to get heavy. I was so exhausted from Mike's cock and the orgasms he gave me. My eyes closed as I thought about our sensual and most pleasurable encounter. I put my hands between my legs and feel my lips still hot, wet, and puffy as i drift to sleep thinking if i would ever be the same again.

The end.



Seduced into Submission



"Now the enema. We have to clean this bitch out." my Mistress said with a grin. My arms were disconnected from the hook in the ceiling. I fell down in the tub immediately. I was completely drained already of any strength to resist. My Mistress quickly attatched my wrist restraints to my ankle restraints. She then whipped me over and over again with her flogger. 

"Get that ass up in the air bitch... NOW, I said NOW!!" She whipped me until I was standing with my ass completely exposed and my hands down at my ankles. I could feel the stretch down the back of my legs and back. It was a feeling of complete exposure. I then felt a rubber gloved hand stroking my cheek. I couldn't look up. my Mistress spoke to me like I was a child that needed to be consoled. 

"Awwww my little pet... It's ok... Just relax... you are pleasing me sooo much... I love you soo much... I love when you suffer for me... you want to please me.. don't you? you do please me... and you look sooo good there, your ass stretched out like that..." She said. I was unable to respond. The combination of her loving words and the impersonal feeling of a rubber glove stroking my cheek both made me want to cry and totally submit my lust to her. I never felt the sublime feeling of domination as strongly as I felt it at that moment. I was putty in her hands. With that my Mistress' roommate slowly inserted the enema tube inside me. It was slightly lubed and entered me very easily. I felt my body fill with liquid. It was a feeling of complete invasion. In some ways I was still on the bed in my mind. I felt like this was all a dream. It remained a complicated and vivid daydream. Soon I was filled all the way with fluid. 

"Ok, now what are we going to do? We don't want this little bitch to shit this fluid out here in our nice tub do we?" my Mistress' roommate asked in a very serious tone. 

"Oh no way... This little slut is going outside. This little doggie can shit outide all she wants..." my Mistress said with a very sadistic tone. I froze with fear. There is snow on the ground outside. It was very cold and I was naked and wet. Something told me that these two amazingly beautiful, amazingly cruel Domme's weren't going to give me anything to wear. my Mistress rolled me out of the tub and her roommate yanked me toward the door. I wriggled on the floor as fast as I could. My Mistress was whipping me very hard and kicking me in my ass landing some blows on my testicles. I could barely breath and although I didn't want to go outside, I also didn't want to be kicked anymore. They were completely saturating me with domination. I couldn't escape. The door opened and the first wave of the cold air outside hit my naked body. 

"Oh God, please no... please no... pleeease... nooo... " I screamed as they forced me out the door. She drug me along the snow. I could feel the water on my body starting to freeze just a little bit. my Mistress and her roommate stood me on my hands and feet like I was in the shower. I was told to squat and shit. I needed to. I was so full. I did and released the contents of my bowels on the ground. The cold was biting through my body. I had only been outside for a few minutes, but it was already almost too much to withstand. 

"Hey Sis, can you go back inside and fill that enema bag again? This bitch needs cleaned again. She's such a dirty little slut." my Mistress smiled a sadistic smile. The cold was starting to cut through me. 

"Why sure Sis. I'll be right back." my Mistress' roommate said laughing. 

"Take your time.. she's not going anywhere. " my Mistress said laughing. I shivered there for a long time. It seemed like forever. 

"Are you cold bitch?" my Mistress asked. 

"Yyyyesss.. my Miiistresss... " I replied. She came over and put her hand on my back. 

"You need to get warmed up, don't you?" She said with a hint of compassion in her voice. "Yessss... pleasseee... my Mistresssss... " I replied, shivering. 

"Ok, then let me warm you up... little fucking ungrateful slut." She said angrily and starting with the flogger again and again. The cold made the strands of the flogger hard and tough. My skin was freezing. When the strands of the flogger hit my skin, it was the essence of pain. I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out. The pain ran all through my body. I was feeling a bit warmer from the blows but at that moment I preferred the cold. I then heard the door open again and breathed a sigh of relief that my Mistress' roommate had come back with the enema bag. 

"Ok, here we go... " She said inserting the bag inside me again. She filled me and the water was warm. It was unintentional I'm sure. The warmth felt so good inside me. I held it in as long as I could. Soon it was unbearable. 

"My Mistress may I please release the fluid? Please my Mistress?" I begged. 

"No bitch, hold it." She said coldly. I couldn't see what she was doing. 

"Oh, please my Mistress... May I release the fluid?" I was begging and shaking. I could feel drops of the fluid running down the back of my leg. 

"Yes bitch, let it out. We need to get on with tonight. I'm too easy on you." She said and whipped me with her flogger. I released the fluid and I felt very clean inside. The warmth was also gone. The numbness in my body was penetrating me now. 

"Ok, clean her off Sis." I heard my Mistress say. Suddenly I was hit with a stream of freezing water right in the ass and the back of the legs. 

"We have to wash off all that shit, don't we slut?" my Mistress roommate said and out of the corner of my eye I could see her weilding the garden hose. The water was like knives hitting me in the ass. I could almost feel myself lose conciousness. The last thing I remembered was being dragged back inside the house. 

I don't think I was unconscious but I was definitely out of it. When I was able to think again I realized I was back inside the house. I was on a thin mattress and my arms were bound above my head to something very solid. My feet were also secured. I was completely stretched out. The room was lit by many candles and I was covered with thick blankets. Only my face was exposed. I was very warm and very comfortable. I lay there and enjoyed the small break that I was recieving. It just felt good to be warm again. I heard the door open and they both walked in the room. Their faces looked perfect and they were dressed only with black leather gloves and black thigh high boots. Their nakedness was amazing. They both looked absolutely perfect. They both also had riding crops. My Mistress leaned down and pulled the blankets off my body. 

"Now bitch we are going to play a game. Hope you don't lose this game. What I'm going to do is put a very tight plastic binder around MY balls. It's going to cut off the circulation. Now, if you please me, and us... then I will take it off and you get to keep MY balls on your body. If not... then I guess I get a new addition to my night stand." She said standing over me and looking down at me. "Understand?" She said raising an eyebrow. 

"Yes my Mistress... I understand." The fear in the pit of my stomach came back, along with the erection of my cock. The tone in her voice raised my sexual lust and submission to a fever pitch. 

"Open your mouth you little slut." my Mistress ordered. She spit right down into my mouth. Some of the liquid ended up on my face. It was a demonstration of just how helpless I was at her feet. With that she moved between my legs and I felt the constriction of the area of my scrotum above my balls. It was very tight and I could believe that they would fall off from lack of blood after a day. She now had my COMPLETE attention. She and her roommate laughed out loud and embraced each other. They kissed and my Mistress's hands found their way to her roommate's breasts. They were rubbing each other and my Mistress turned her roommate around and bent her over. Holding her head down by the back of the neck, she swatted her roommate's naked ass with her crop three times. The strokes made her roommate squeal with delight. 

"Oh Sis, let's use this little slut... please?" my Mistress' roommate said now completely aroused. "Oooh yes... we're going to do that... " my Mistress replied and she walked over and sat right down on my face. She ground her crotch in my face. Her pussy was already wet and dripping with her amazing juices and I was lapping and drinking her in like a man that was dying of thirst. 

"Oh, I'll ride this hard thing... Loooook it's already dripping... " my Mistress' roommate said and mounted me. She took me all the way inside her and just started fucking me like an object. The pleasure was amazing, but I barely noticed it because my Mistress was riding my face. It was taking every ounce of strength in my body to keep up with her. My face was already drenched with her juices and I could feel her building to a fever pitch. 

"Bury that tongue in my ass bitch... taste me... inside my ass... " my Mistress said reaching down to pinch my nipple. I buried my tongue inside my Mistress' ass as far as I could. I was her toy and nothing but an object to be used. 

"You better not cum slut girl... or that will be the LAST time you EVER cum... " my Mistress growled. It scared me, but only for an instant because every once in a while I would catch glimpses of my Mistress and her roommate embracing and rubbing each other's tits. They were tongue kissing and the black leather gloves on each other's bodies was an amazing sight. I was just an object to be used by both of them. I could feel my Mistress' roommate starting to cum as she fucked me harder and harder. my Mistress knew her roommate was cumming and put her head back and started to cum. I felt the ejaculation on my face. It drenched me and I licked and sucked as fast as I could. 

"Ok, now we switch. I want to feel my little bitch inside me." my Mistress said. Her roommate rolled off me and sat on my face. 

"Lick you fucking worm, lick all of me." She said. my Mistress lowered herself down on me. She was slower at first than her roommate but then reached around and grabbed my balls and pulled me up into her. They were a little slower this time. They had just cum and they were having fun pulling at my nipples and my bound balls. 

"Don't you want one of these Sis? Don't you want a pet like this?" my Mistress said. 

"Oh Sis, I have to get one of these. This is amazing." They were kissing and softly rubbing each other. 

"I can not wait until I get this bitch some tits and we get her in drag. She is going to be such a sexy little slut." my Mistress said laughing. That must have aroused them both. They started to fuck my face and cock harder and harder. They were building again. I could feel them rubbing and fucking harder and harder. 

"You are NOT allowed to cum.. NOT allowed to cum...understand slut?" my Mistress said through her own moans of pleasure. I didn't reply, but was answered by both of them once again cumming in unison. The shouts and screams of ecstasy filled the room once again. It was music to my ears. I wanted to please my Mistress so much and anytime she came it was the most amazing feeling I could ever experience. They paused for a moment and rolled off me again. 

I was drenched. I lay completely dripping with both of their fluids. My own cock was bulging and full of cum. This whole feeling was so surreal. It was almost like I was living my fantasy through someone else's body. It was more submissive than I ever thought possible. My only thoughts were of my Mistress. Although there were two Domme's here, the only one that truly mattered to me was my Mistress. I knew that I would suffer any torture for her. I knew that I trusted her totally. I never could have let myself go this far without that trust. 

They disappeared for a moment. I started to worry just a little bit. When they came back. My Mistress had on her strap-on. my Mistress' roommate followed behind her with her's in hand. Like a cat my Mistress sprung onto my chest straddling me and sticking the black cock in my face. She pushed it into my mouth. 

"Suck it, SUCK IT WHORE... SUCK IT HARD!" She screamed in my face and her roommate looked on with a smile. My Mistress pulled it out and her roommate forced lipstick on my lips. 

"Just a introduction of what's to come... fucking whore... " my Mistress said with a sadistic laugh. She shoved the cock back in my mouth again and again. Making me gag with the force that it hit the back of my throat. "You can't do ANYTHING right.. you fucking whore..." 

"Oh Sis, please stick that thing inside me. Please... I really need that black cock inside me. It looks soooo good..." She said. She sounded surprisingly submissive. my Mistress perked up and looked at her. 

"Oh, you want to be fucked Sis? Beg some more... and let me stroke you a few times with my flooger and I'll fuck you... " my Mistress said smiling. 

"Please... yes... anything.. just fuck me." She said. She was grinding her thighs together with lust. She bent over to receive the blows from my Mistress. It was an amazing sight. my Mistress strapped-on and taking a flogger to this woman. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. It was absolutely mesmerizing. Each blow made her ass shake slightly and she shreiked with lustful moans. After five blows, my Mistress dragged her over to sit on my chest. my Mistress moved behind my head. 

"Now slut, I'm going to fuck her. When I pull out I want you to lick and suck this cock. Understand bitch?" She said smiling. 

"Oh yes my Mistress... I understand... " I said. I was still in disbelief at the sight I was witnessing. I watched my Mistress position herself and her rommate moved her pussy right under my chin. I could smell both of them so strongly. The black cock passed right above my mouth and I put out my tongue and licked it on the way by my face. It penetrated her roommate and came back out. The taste of her was now on the cock and I once again licked it on the way by my mouth. It was an unbelievable sight. my Mistress that I loved with all that I am fucking her best friend with a huge black strap-on. The sight was one of the most beautiful I ever witnessed. I could clearly look past the strap-on and see the face of my Mistress. She was amazingly beautiful in her dominance. She concentrated so intenty on fucking her roommate. It was an amazing sight. my Mistress' roommate started to cum very hard. She ejaculated down on my face and my Mistress picked up her pace to give her a tremendous orgasm. She rolled off me and smiled.

"Now... it's your turn to get fucked slut." my Mistress looked down at me with the eyes of a predator. She moved around me and took out a tube of lubrication. my Mistress' roommate laughed and moved around to get her strap-on. my Mistress unlocked my ankles and put them over her shoulders. She moved between my legs and put the head of her cock right on the entrance to my slut hole. Her roommate appeared beside me with her strap-on. She put it right in my face.

"You are right Sis... this thing feels so amazing and so powerful." She said with a smile. "Oh Sis, you haven't felt anything yet. Wait until you see this little slut scream and moan when I fuck her." With that my Mistress put a generous amount of lubrication on her finger. She put her finger inside me and I took in a deep breath. Both of them laughed. 

"Oh, you like that don't you slut... ohhh yes... it feels sooo good. You'll beg for it. You're going to be such a good little slut. By the time I'm done you won't know if you are male or female, or if you will want to be male or female. Oh, I'm going to enjoy your submission. All of it." With that she slowly put the head of the dildo inside me. It was so big going in. The lubrication helped so much as the huge head moved past the muscles at the entrance to my slut hole. I couldn't beleive the feeling of being filled and my eyes must have been huge. I couldn't even describe the feelings coursing through me. It was total and complete submission. She started to fuck me slow and hard. Bottoming out with the dildo on each stroke. my Mistress' roommate was smiling and my Mistress was watching me very intently. She was smiling down at me. Suddenly the waves of pleasure started to overcome my body. 

"Oh yesss... slut... oh enjoy it... I OWN YOU... Just look I'm fucking the shit out of you... You little whore. You are MINE!" She was saying with each stroke as she fucked me harder and harder. I couldn't hold back any more. I had to cum. I just couldn't hold back. 

"Ooooh please my Mistress may I cum... Ooooh please!!!!?" I begged.

"Yes pet... cummm, cum hard for your Mistress... you good little whore... " She hissed down at me. I came harder than I ever had. The jets of white cum rocketed past my face and the rest along my chest. my Mistress' roommate reached out and caught some and put it on her dildo... feeding it to me. She had a look on her face that was almost jealousy. At that moment she saw the intimacy that my Mistress and I had. I felt the absolute closeness and love that we shared. my Mistress pulled out of me and jumped down on top of me. She kept kissing my face. 

"Oooh pet, I love you so much... oooh pet... " She said. Starting to cry just a little bit. I was crying too. 

"Oh I love you too... soo much... " For a moment we were alone. my Mistress moved back down between my legs and cut off the piece of plastic. She threw it away. She moved back to lay next to me. Taking off her gloves and boots and embracing me. 

My Mistress' roommate slowly rose and started to the door. 

"I hope this doesn't mean we can't be friends..." She said laughing. "Don't think you went down any notches in my book. I wouldn't have survived naked out in that snow..." 

My Mistress untied me and we lay there together embracing and kissing. The love that we felt from a distance was now experienced with touch and feel. We were complete.