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Slaves

By: elia_cdl



I've always been sort of meek. My father was rich and I never felt I had to push my weight around. I know my friends took advantage of me, and probably laughed behind my back but it never bothered me. 

If I suggested going to a movie someone else would say let's go bowling. If I said, "Let's go bowling.", someone else would say, "Let's go bar-hopping." I always went along with whatever they said because I had lots of money and didn't feel right about always being in charge because of it. 

It's kind of a wonder that I got married because my wife is the same way. Everyone figured we would just go out forever, each of us waiting for the other to take the initiative. 

But we did finally get married. 

Neither of us really looks the part of a follower. I'm 6'2" and 220 pounds. And I don't have any fat on me. 

Wanda is a 5'7" 125 pound brunette. She has very white skin and even though she has some visible muscles she still has curves in all the right places. She is 36 B, 22, 36. Her tits may be smaller than some guys like but they are firm and tipped with nipples that are about a half inch long when hard. 

One typical Saturday night about 3 years after we got married we got together with Ray and Jean. They're our best friends. We get together with them three or four times a month. If we don't go out somewhere we'll play cards or some board game at their house or ours. 

This one night we sat around and talked for a while and had a couple of drinks when Jean suggested playing a game. Wanda and I both said sure and asked what she wanted to play. 

"I'm tired of all the usual games why don't we play masters and slaves?" I said I'd never heard of that game and asked what it was. 

"Well, one couple will be the masters and the other couple will be slaves. The slaves have to do whatever the masters order them to do." I looked at Wanda and saw that her skin was flushed. She was looking down and didn't meet anyone's eyes. 

Since Wanda didn't say anything I asked Jean, "Like what would the slaves have to do?" 

"I don't know. Just whatever the masters think up. Since we're here tonight we'll be the masters and next week we'll come over to your place and you guys can be the masters." 

That didn't sound too bad. If they're going to let us be the masters next week then they're not going to give us any crazy orders tonight. "That sounds like it might be fun, let's try it." 

Ray hadn't said anything before but now he did. "From now on we will call you slave and you will call us master and mistress. You will only speak when told to. When we give you an order you say 'Yes Master or Mistress' and carry out the order." 

He spoke in a very stern, commanding voice and it just felt right to answer him, "Yes master." He gave me a smile I can only describe as fatherly. I was proud that I had done the right thing and that I was already getting the hang of the game. 

For the next hour or so Ray and Jean ordered us around to get them a drink or a neck rub or some other menial chore. At other times they gave us silly orders, like stand on one foot, or stand back to back, or stand in the corner. Wanda and I didn't have any trouble responding correctly, "Yes master, or yes mistress." We all had a few laughs. But I could tell that Wanda was becoming aroused at having to follow all of their orders. I think I was too, a little bit. 

After a while it seemed right to follow orders. It just seemed natural. Jean told us to stand with our hands at our sides facing each other. Then she had us move right up against each other. 

When Wanda's tits touched my chest I could feel her long hard nipples stabbing my chest and I knew she was getting turned on. I couldn't conceal the bulge in my pants so everyone knew I was turned on too. 

Jean said, "Look at our slaves. They are both hot and ready to fuck." That was a real shocker. I'd never heard Jean say hell or damn, much less fuck. It also had the effect of making me even harder. 

Ray ordered us to turn around and stand side by side in front of them. "Yes master." And we did it. Then he told me to stand behind Wanda. "Yes master." 

"Put your arms around her and fondle her tits." 

I gulped and responded, "Yes master." I was really getting hot. It felt kind of weird to be feeling up my wife in front of our friends, but exciting too. 

"Take her blouse off." 

I think, maybe deep down, I had been expecting this. "Yes master." Wanda didn't say anything or try to move. She just kept looking at the floor. 

I unbuttoned my wife's blouse and pulled it off her shoulders. "The bra too." 

"Yes master." I undid the front clasp on her bra and opened it up. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but my dick was so hard it was starting to hurt. 

Jean asked, "Does exposing your wife to another man turn you on?" My mouth was so dry I couldn't answer her. Jean got up and moved behind me. I turned around to see what she was doing. 

Ray said, "Face me." 

I turned back to look at him. I heard a swishing sound just before I felt a stinging blow on my ass. I jerked and let out a gasp. 

Ray ordered, "Take your clothes off slave. Show us your hard little pecker." For some crazy reason I wanted to do it. 

"Yes master." 

Once I was naked, it wasn't any secret that I was horribly turned on by exposing my wife's tits to another man. 

Jean whispered in my ear, "Take your wife's skirt off." 

"Yes mistress." 

"Does it turn you on?" Before I could answer she struck me again. 

I blurted out, "Yes mistress!" 

"You know Ray wants to fuck her don't you?" 

I could barely get the words out, "Yes mistress." 

"Well take her panties off so he can fuck your sweet little wife." 

"Yes mistress." I had to bend down to pull Wanda's panties all the way off her. I don't know why I was doing this. It felt so strange. I was burning up. 

"Is she wet and ready for Ray to fuck?" I put my hand between my wife's legs and felt the wetness of her pussy. I could feel her trembling slightly and knew she was ready and willing to let our master fuck her. 

"Yes mistress." 

"Yes what?" 

"Yes mistress, my wife is ready for our master to fuck her." I actually said it. 

"Come over here and undress me slave, so I can fuck your wife." 

"Yes master." My knees were like jelly as I walked over to Ray. I'd never touched another man other than to shake hands. My fingers were shaking violently as I unbuttoned his shirt. It got worse when I undid his pants. 

After I pulled his pants down and knelt at his feet to pull them all the way off I could see his cock bulging in his shorts. I could tell from the bulge that his cock was much bigger than mine. In a way I wanted to see it. I reached up and took hold of his shorts and started pulling them down, but they wouldn't come off over his big cock. 

"Grab hold of his cock so you can get his shorts off slave." 

I barely whispered, "Yes mistress." 

For the first time in my life I felt the velvety soft skin of another man's hard cock. I could feel the blood pulsing through his big hard on. I held it with my right hand while I pulled his shorts off with my left. 

"You can let go now." I blushed as I realized that Ray's shorts were all the way off and I was still holding his hot cock. 

"Yes mistress." 

"No. Let's let him hold it right up until it's buried all the way in his wife's little pussy." 

Why did I say, "Thank you master."? 

"Get over there on your hands and knees slave." Jean ordered Wanda. 

"Yes mistress." My wife replied as she meekly stepped over to us and kneeled down beside me. She wouldn't look at me, but I could see how hard her nipples were and I could smell her dripping pussy. 

She leaned down on her elbows with her ass up in the air. "Do you want your master to fuck you slave?" 

"Yes mistress." 

"Yes what?" 

"Yes mistress, I want my master to fuck me. Please." 

Ray got down on his knees and ordered me to put his cock in my wife's cunt. "Yes master." I still hadn't let go of him. His cock was so big and hot and hard, with such soft skin. I wanted him to have my wife. I wanted him to use her for his pleasure. 

I guided his cock to my wife's waiting pussy and parted her cunt lips, pushing the head of his big cock into her little hole. I let out a gasp as my own dick spurted out globs of cum while I pushed Ray's cock deeper and deeper into my wife's slick pussy. 


I watched Ray pound my wife with his big cock. His belly was slapping her ass with each thrust. Wanda was grunting as the air was driven out of her each time he drove into her tight little pussy. 

While I watched the beautiful sight of my master fucking my wife, for the first time, I knew that next week Ray and Jean would still be the masters and Wanda and I would be their willing slaves. 

After Ray had finished with my wife, Jean made her lie down on her back. Then Jean pushed her pussy right down on Wanda's mouth and ordered my wife to eat her. 

I was enjoying the sight of my wife servicing our mistress when Ray said, "Get over there and eat her asshole slave." 

"Yes master. Thank you master." I hurriedly crawled behind Jean and hungrily tongued her puckered little hole. I stabbed at her rosebud, trying to drive my tongue into my mistress's lovely nether region. 

After Jean had two orgasms she ordered Wanda to suck Ray's cock. I was jealous and wanted to do it. Jean could tell and she told me I could stroke him while my wife sucked him. 

It was such a wonderful feeling as his cock grew bigger and harder as we worshiped it. I thought my lovely wife was going to have the pleasure of tasting our master's cum. 

"OK, that's enough. It's your turn slave. Get on your knees and get that ass of yours up in the air." 

I moaned out a "yes master" and got down on my knees, leaning forward to rest on my elbows. 

"Now it's your turn slave to put my cock in your husbands tight little asshole. You do want me to fuck him don't you?" 

"Oh yes master. Please fuck him." 

My wife guided our master's cock to my virgin asshole and pushed hard, trying to get the head into my butt. I tried to relax my sphincter and suddenly Ray thrust his cock into my tight ass. I screamed at the burning, tearing sensation as his thick cock entered my virgin hole. 

My master was kind and gentle. He held still for a bit to let me get used to the feeling and then he started a slow fucking motion. My asshole stretched to accommodate his massive tool and the pain turned to pleasure. 

I felt my own dick splatter cum on my chest when my master pumped his wonderful hot cum deep in my bowels. 

Wanda and I are permanent slaves now. I haven't had my cock in a pussy since that first night. Our master and any of his friends he wants fuck my wife regularly and I get to help. 

Wanda helps them fuck my ass whenever they want. 

We both eat Jean's ass and pussy anytime she wants. Even if she's full of cum. I think we both like it better then. 

We're just so happy that we can please our masters.

Slave's Adventure



Meeting me for dinner alone this time, you tell me to pick you up in the downstairs lobby after work. When you come down the elevator I am there waiting for you and we exchange idle chit chat on the way out to my truck. I step to open the passenger door for you and when we are hidden behind the door of my truck, I pull your hands behind you and snap on a pair of handcuffs. 

"You naughty, nasty man" you say with a giggle. I help you step up into my truck and give your ass a firm pinch as I do so. Squirming on the seat to find a comfy place with your hands tucked behind you, your mind mulls over what type of mischief I have planned. 

I get in beside you and the big diesel engine roars to life. Backing out, I turn the truck and away we go, to where, you have no idea. You know better than to talk without permission, but playfully take the chance and ask me where we are going. I pull the truck onto the side of the road and your heart skips a beat. 

Without saying a word, I get out and walk to your door. Opening your door, I forcefully roll you on to your side and spank your delicious ass firmly several times and then give it an eye-watering pinch. I take your hair in my hand an pull you back upright, forcing your head backwards. 

"I suggest you not talk without permission, don't forget again." My hand slides down your blouse to find your right nipple and I give it a firm squeeze and twist and tug back sharply on it, making you whimper. 

At the sound of your whimpering, a slow smile spreads across my face and I kiss your forehead and command you to be a nice little slave. I reach down and slide your shoes off of your feet and forcefully tug off your pants and panties, your blouse is another problem due to the cuffs, and I take out a knife and cut it off of you. 

Nude, sitting in the dark cab of my truck, a shiver comes over you. A bit of anger at my ruining your blouse mixes with the warm feeling that I am indeed a serious Master and that this will be quite an adventure indeed. I shut your door and get back behind the wheel to drive us off into the night, darkness has come quickly and you sit wondering what I have planned for you this night. 

I look appreciatively at your nude form and softly tell you how splendid you look and what a magnificent slave specimen you are. My truck pulls off of the road and around behind a row of hotel rooms, coming to rest in a dark, shadowy parking lot, I stop the truck and kill the engine. 

I walk around and open your door, wrap a blanket around you that NEARLY hides your naked flesh. Click come off the cuffs and and I bring your hands to your front and fasten them again with your hands before you. Then I lead you to the hotel room, where I quickly usher you inside. 

Walking from the parking place to the hotel room door is a curious mix of excitement and embarrassment. You know your breasts are visible as the blanket wraps to partially cover you, and you feel cool air on your bare ass. Being exposed in public, not knowing if anyone can see you in the darkness or if anyone is even close enough to see you, is an exhilarating rush, all on it's own. 

I close the door behind us and we stand in near darkness, the room dimly lit with dancing candles. Your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness and not forgetting your place, you quickly kneel at my feet. Sitting in typical slave fashion, by kneeling back on your heels. You fold your hands across your lap and lower your head in a submissive posture and await the fate I bring you. 

I ask if your are cold, and you whisper that it is a little cool. I tell you this will warm you up and then you wince as I drip the wax from one of the candles down your shoulders and back. A soft moan fills the darkness as the pain of the hot wax blends into pleasure at the sensation of it. 

"Thank you ," you whisper softly, "this girl is grateful." I pull you to your feet and stand in front of you. You know better than to look me in the eye and stand with eyes downcast. I run my hands along your shoulders and down your chest, gently fondling your breasts. 

My hands run down your back and cup your ass to give them a gentle squeeze. "Come with me" I command you, and then lead you to the bed where I unfasten the handcuffs and rub your wrists tenderly. I kiss each wrist and then sit you on the edge of the bed, then push you onto your back. 

I pull you to the center of the bed, roll you over and make you lie you spread-eagled on your tummy. I fasten leather restraints on wrists and ankles, forcefully spreading you and leaving you vulnerable and trembling with anticipation. You feel a bundle of leather straps dragging slowly up the backside of your thighs, over your ass and then up your back and shoulders. 

A quiver runs through you as you await the sting of the cat-o-nine-tails. At first, I start with circular movements, a soft slap, slap, slap of the whip. Then it gets harder, still fast and repetitive, but now the pop of the whip's many tails against your naked flesh stings and leaves a soul-enlightening shiver. 

Up your calves and thighs and finally concentrating on your ass, the whip dances it's magic dance to leave your skin aglow with a soft red hue. The whip stops and you feel my hands massaging your ass, moving the tender flesh with my hands you relax into a moment of soft pleasure and just as you forget where you are, a resounding slap of my big hand across your ass cheeks wakes you from your reverie. 



Slave's Choice



"Choose Slave, whom you would service."

I dared not lift my head, though I peeked at lord Ravarin through my hair, trying not to display shock. His rage was fine today as he stood ringed in Guards, glaring from the dais to those bound and bloody before him. He pushed one Guard aside, to better sneer down at those upstarts his wrath had conquered. 

"My lord," Chambers humbled from a knee, "Beaten these are, but still -"

"You question?"

Chambers paled, abasing himself lower. "Never, Grand Ravarin, though I do remind -"

Our lord nodded and a Guard kicked Chambers viciously enough to send him sprawling. 

"I can suffer no greater insult than these curs field," lord Ravarin growled, "Seeking my death in my own hall. Like pays like, Advisor. Best you remind yourself of your position before me, and find silence."

Chambers cowered, scuttling back on all fours, removing himself from the lord's notice. Thus settled, Ravarin's attention turned again to me. His hand beckoned, an unheard of gesture, and I froze. I did not look so high as his face, but set my head to the side in slave's puzzlement. What had I done to draw his notice?

He took another step from the dais, hand outstretched. "Come."

Anger threaded his voice, and no confusion was worth drawing his ire. I bowed my head to the floor and rolled my eyes up, gauging him as I moved to my knees, waiting for a rebuke that did not come. I set my feet under me, keeping my head low, and took a single step towards him. The hand still beckoned and I moved, hands clasped at lower back, slave's vulnerability before him that owned me. 

I would have dropped to knees before him, but his hand moved to my neck, stilling abasement. Fear widened my eyes, shock muttering from those gathered in the hall, and I shivered. Not to kneel to him meant death. I had done nothing wrong that I knew of, I did not dare!

His hand was warm, the fingers hard as they traced the inked flesh of my neck, a liberty he had never taken. I could but shake beneath his hand, dumbfounded by this turn of events. He guided me towards his prisoners, drawing me beside him as though to inspect them. The Guards kicked and shoved the lot to spill on the floor, bound and gagged. One of them was already dead, all of them still bleeding from the battle that had so enraged Ravarin.

The lord laughed, tossing back his head in harsh joy. "You'll not be entertaining that one." He made a shooing gesture that ordered the corpse removed, grinning over the bloody trail as it was dragged from the hall.

Those bound before us, making noises of pain and protest, were of status enough to meet the lord's stare, all of them royals in their own lands. One shook violently of horror, likely preferring the rack to the touch of a slave, which was entirely Ravarin's intent. I did not know why I had been noticed, but to refuse his will was to welcome the dungeon, if not death.

He moved his hand from my neck, down my arm as though petting a cat, then swept invitation at those crumbled at his feet. "Select your cur, Slave, and make best use of it."

I bowed my head, still unsure, but dared to meet their eyes. Most of them would not look at me, as befitted their former status, any slave existing beneath their notice. Revulsion marked several faces, twisting with pain to make them ugly as they recoiled, not wishing to be sullied by even my glance. I drew confidence from this, and took one step towards them. More murmurs from the assembled court, but no rebuke from him behind me.

As I had served the lord five years, a house girl often is his presence, I felt I knew his mind in this, and chose to take my time. I moved with small steps and allowed myself a careful perusal of each male. Fine clothes were torn and bloodied, their glittering armor in shamble behind them, their weapons tossed aside as debris. I studied each, bending my head just a bit, as though they were the slaves and I a purchaser. 

He laughed behind me, deep and full, and my skin flushed with his pleasure. I had guessed right. 

"A better thought strikes me, Slave."

I turned and dropped instantly, head to floor before him, but felt no fear now. The hall held silence, save for a groan behind me, met with a kick from the Guard. Ravarin resumed his throne and chuckled with vile merriment.

"I intended to simply degrade a royal in your bed, but now I think of a better punishment. They shall all know the untrained touch of house women, but one ... " he threw back his head and chortled amusement, "One shall be your servant til his days end."


Gasps and nervous laughter greeted this pronouncement. I knelt in shock and forgot to breathe for a moment. Slaves did not have slaves, it was unheard of. To so lower a royal ... was simply not done. The lord was enraged indeed to decree such a thing. 

One of the men began to struggle violently, screaming rage around his gag, kicking and thrusting his body despite the rain of blows from Guards surrounding him. 

The lord laughed again. "Take that one to the pit. Let him learn the house amusements."

The man screamed and fought as he was dragged from the hall, his ire earning him a chain that made him free for any slave's abuse. The others stilled their protest with horror, not wanting to join their fellow's fate. I dared peek up through my hair and the lord gestured me to my feet, again sweeping unheard of invitation. I bowed thrice and then rose, turning back to my task, scared and thrilled with it.

I had first thought to choose the most handsome, as such an opportunity would never grace me again. I looked the lot over more carefully now, judging not by face or pleasing form. Three were a good deal older, one much too young, another gone fat from laziness. That left six, though one of these was hunched around a gut wound that likely wouldn't heal. 

I let myself frown, looking over the rest as best I could. Two more I set aside for the hatred in their eyes. A night of pleasure I could stand, but not days on end of such loathing. I did not shiver under their disgust, as they were now even lower than I, and I served the lord's will this day. That alone almost betrayed pride in me, though I did not dare reveal it.

The last three happened to be laying together and I moved before them, peering down with speculation, gaze flicking from one to another. Ravarin made some move behind me and the Guards jerked the trio to their knees, kicking them to slave's rest, much to the amusement of the hall. Thus displayed, legs apart, chest forward, heads meek, they had to look up from their tangled hair.

Only one now met my gaze, as he had the entire time I appraised him. His face held nothing, not hate or revulsion, or even the sadist's lust I might have expected. His eyes were cool, green as new leaves, his hair black as pitch, sharp against skin paler than the other royals. His face was pleasant, more handsome than most, through bruised at the temple. I let my gaze fall again to the other two, and found their quivering indignation distasteful. I would not be shackled thus.

I looked long into those glittering eyes, and slowly nodded my head. As he was royal, I should have bowed, did not dare touch him, but today he was an animal, just as I was. Something flashed in his eyes, widening them with emotion I had no name for. He made no sound as he was yanked to his feet and I still met his eyes. His lack of hatred was his undoing, that cool regard alone making him the best choice.

I turned slowly and dropped to kneel to lord Ravarin, lowering my head to the stone, drawing my hands forward to cross my wrists on the floor palms up, slave's acknowledgment. 

The lord was still highly amused. "Get ye gone, Slave. Enjoy your cur. It will see to your chores come morn ... has it any strength left."

I blushed at that and the hall filled with ribald laughter. I bowed thrice before shambling backwards for the doorway. Two Guards dragged the royal after me, and I waited in the ante court for them to proceed, as to walk before them would have earned a beating. I was not fool enough to think I held any favor from the lord, though I still puzzled over his choice of me. 

I followed the Guards through the keep, considering the other house girls I had sat among, and looked for any reason I would stand out. None of us were ugly, or we would not have been in evidence. I had no striking feature to have drawn the lord's eye, was in fact the plainest that had been present. I hid a smile then, thinking that exactly the reason. My face was fairer than Imra's, but her curves were more lush, my leaner form setting me the lowest that morn. 

The Guard stepped into a small cell, chasing out the slave sleeping there. They shoved the royal to the floor and he made no protest, laying where he fell. One Guard stared at me and I kept my gaze at his feet, dropping to a knee as befit his rank. The other was staring at the royal, drawing his blade and cutting partially through the bonds at his feet.

"To damage that of the Lord's is to find yourself beneath the whip. Move accordingly." Then both Guards left, closing the door.

I tilted my head to stare at the male before me, still unmoving, his verdant eyes staring back. I frowned at him, at a loss. Were he anything else but set at my feet, I would have been sure of myself.

I tried to think, deciding first that he couldn't be comfortable where he lay, and let that spur me. Habit abased me, lowering my head to him, as I moved on my knees to close the distance between us. I sat at slave's rest, cocked my head in puzzlement, and awaited his permission. 

Amusement filled his eyes, softening his face, and he very carefully inclined his head. I leaned forward, avoiding his skin, and began working the knot of the gag, closing my eyes in concentration to the simple task. It did not seem real to me, that this royal awaited my direction, but I knew the lord well enough to understand the insult. He may change his mind later, but until that time this male was ... mine. It was beyond thinking.

I worked the cloth free, careful not to snag his hair, drawing the cord from the royal's mouth. I winced at the blood on his lips, the angry lines boasting the gag's tightness over his skin. I sat back on my heels, frowning at him, examining his face again. He stared back at me, equally appraising, and I looked away, my face growing hot.

He made a sound of amusement. "You do not act the mistress here."

I flushed even more, wanting to draw away from him, but held still from practice. I could think of nothing to say that would not sound foolish. To draw attention to our disparate lives would insult his intelligence, so I remained silent, though I did glance back at him.

He made to sit up, still hindered, and I bit my lip with indecision. To help him meant touching, and that was ingrained in me as the worst insult. It was the lord's intention to punish this man, and I accepted that, but I could not adjust this quickly to such a strange happening.

He laughed, the warmth of it sliding along my skin like fine cloth, bringing a deeper flush. "I will take no slight from your hands."

I frowned at him, but nodded, finding only amusement in his expression. He was either good natured and resigned to his fate, or a very good liar. It was not my business to know, so I set the matter aside and moved to his feet, pulling at the rope the Guard had sawed at, having to bend and use my teeth to finish the work. 

It took a moment to accomplish but a strand finally broke and I unwound the length and freed his ankles. He was then able to lever himself to sit and looked more content, still staring at me, a hint of curiosity lighting his amusement. I knelt and frowned at him, unsure, the taste of sweated leather on my tongue. Were I alone, I would have drawn water, but ... how was I to manage this? Perhaps I had drawn the lord's ire after all.

"Have you a name?"

I blinked, shock filling my face before I could recall it. A name? I stared at him as though he'd appeared by sorcery.

He laughed again, warmth filling his rich gaze. "Other servants must call you something." 

I smiled shyly, amused that he hadn't said slave. Perhaps he was not so content in his new position. To elevate my status over him made his own place less detestable. I shook my head at myself, the entire morning too strange. I moved my hands to gesture behind him, at his wrists, and his grin became wider.

"You would not be a house girl without a tongue, and a mute would have signed such to me." I blushed and he laughed again, interest darkening his eyes. "Your silence bespeaks a slave's training. You were born such?" 

I nodded, dropping my head. I could think of no reason for his question. Perhaps he was as uncomfortable as I was. For a royal to have any notice of a slave was beyond thinking.

He shifted a little, seeking some comfortable position on the cold floor, and cocked his head at me, a pose so like slave's puzzlement that I grinned. His mouth quirked again, and I blushed, looking away from his amusement. 

"I will need my hands to see to your chores ... among other tasks."

I turned back to stare at him, eyes wide, and blushed harder. There was a flare of heat in his searching gaze that tugged something in my belly, warming already flushed skin. I moved around him, still careful not to touch, and set to working on the knots at his wrists. 

I stared at his back, embarrassed and not sure why. I had been lusted after before, it was why I was a house girl and not in the pit. We often entertained the servants of visiting royals, those above slave status, or Guards low enough to enjoy a slave. But a royal ... such would never happen. I gave my head a shake, frowning at the unforgiving rope. Why had they not sawed this too? I got down closer to the floor to use my teeth. 

"Are the girls of this hold not trusted with even dull blades? That seems foolish. One cannot set to task without tools."

I said nothing, my efforts hard at the rope, biting and pulling until I found some give. He started twisting his hands and I almost told him to stop, but bit my lip. He did manage to loosen them a bit more and I found enough purchase to untangle the cord, setting him free. 

He made a sound of satisfaction, stretching his arms with a wince and rubbing the abused flesh, before paying similar attention to his ankles. The fine boots were scarred now, though his wrists had the worst of it, raw bleeding grooves in places.

I moved away from him, kneeling slave's rest and watching him through my hair. He examined his bruised flesh with a frown, testing the skin without evincing pain, as though the wounds were unimportant. To have fought to the hall in the center of our keep, he must be a skilled warrior, so he was very likely used to pain.

He looked up then, getting his knees under him, the movement bringing him closer. I nearly leaned away, finding more than just heat in his eyes, and shivered. His amusement became something far more masculine, a mix of lust and impending conquest that tightened my body in painful awareness. He lowered himself to all fours, bringing us nearer to eye level, and cocked his head at me again.

"I would know your name." 

His breath fanned across my cheek, soft as butterflies, hot as a teasing lick. I swallowed roughly, wanting badly to pull away, to scuttle backwards, but there was naught at my back but the straw pallet, very likely the royal's goal. I licked my lips carefully and shivered.

He leaned further, bringing his mouth a finger's breadth from my lips. "I would also discover your reason for choosing me amongst the others." 

His voice was low, soft, for my ears alone. His breath was hot, quivering over my skin, stirring my blood in places long ignored. I felt a trapped animal, wanting both away, and closer still. I had never touched a royal. Never tasted flesh not made to serve.

I licked my lips again and his gaze dropped to my mouth, something harsh tightening his features. I did move then, a half fall onto my back, edging away until I had crawled onto the pallet, the rough straw gouging my skin where it was disturbed. He followed me, still on hands and knees, stalking as the kitchen cats. I could go no further but climb the wall, and he did not stop until his limbs made a prison about me, still not touching but barring escape. I looked up at him, fear and other things widening my eyes, making my breath a pant from parted lips.

He lowered his head, eyes flicking from my mouth to meet my gaze, his face so very close I had trouble focusing. "I would have your name," he whispered, teasing heat across my skin. 

I gasped, my hands clutching cloth and straw, and moved to him, frowning as he pulled away. He chuckled huskily, the sound curling in my belly like molten heat, and slowly shook his head.

"Your name."

I sighed, feeling some annoyance, and let myself show it. Only a royal would find desire a game. I had to clear my throat, swallow carefully, and wonder how my voice would sound. The last word I recalled was three days ago. I turned my face away from him, looking to the door and frowning. "Sha."

He made a sound of disgust, pushing to his knees to set his hands on hips. "Sha," he repeated with disbelief, actually scowling. "For your hair?"

I nodded, not looking at the dirty straw of the pallet, nearly the same muddy blonde, so like the graying stalks bound to make brooms. I would have rather a mouse's coloring, than the sheaf of the sha, as the hearth brushes were called. The wise woman attending my mother had been a kitchen wench, and thought it clever to name me so. 

The royal shook his head, anger chasing the lust in his eyes. "I blame thee not to hold in silence, if that be the best use this house finds thee. Set me a task mistress, and I shall carve pardon for thy ill use."

That brought my head back to him, my mouth falling open. His anger ... on my behalf? Twas surely a jest. I searched his face, staring earnestly down at me, truly incensed. "I ... understand ye not."

His eyes narrowed with menace, full lips now a sneer. "Your lord sees fit to make me slave of a slave, and I would know why, mistress. Why I from the others, why I to suffer this indignity?"

I turned my face away from him, closing my eyes to his rage. "I saw no hate in yen eyes," I whispered. "Did He shackle me thus, I crave no hate fen the days."

The breath sighed out of him, and I turned back, watching the anger seep away, slumping his shoulders. He smiled again, verdant eyes alight, and nodded to himself. "So I thought, but would be sure. I barked the least of us." He cocked his head at me again, drawing a grin. "Have you a task to set my hands?"

I frowned then, moving my head to puzzlement, and he made a disapproving sound. He lowered himself over me, holding his weight on one hand, the other hovering at my cheek, his nearness chasing my head back. I just stared at him, those mercurial eyes gleaming lust again, and gasped a hard breath.

He chuckled, moving that hand so close to my skin that I felt the heat of him. "Does your tongue not move to answer, I shall find my own." 

His fingers lowered then, brushing my jaw, and I shuddered. Soft pleasure prickled my skin beneath his touch. He drew his hand down my neck, tracing the inked scar that marked me as much a part of this hold as the stone walls. He moved lower still, pressing the coarse cloth with just fingertips, then cupping trembling flesh, catching my breath.

He chuckled low, dropping his body to pin mine, the hard length of him pulsing against my belly. "A fine task indeed mistress, that I gratefully accept."

His lips sought mine, warm and insistent, and I met him with a moan. A hard tongue begged entrance, hot and quick, as his hands pulled at the woolen top, raising the material to find my skin. I writhed, his palms brushing my nipples, mouth savaging mine, and moved my hands to the front of his breeches. He lifted just enough, nuzzling down my throat, as I tugged at the cords that held his lust trapped. He caught at my hands impatiently, drawing my arms up to pull the wool over my head and toss it aside.




Slave's Choice



He stared down at me for a moment, his eyes molten with admiration, and I smiled before taking his hair in my hands and bringing his mouth down to mine. I met his tongue and suckled there, pressing my naked chest against him, rubbing my body lower, that he would feel my own need. Strong hands moved on my skirt, tugging the cloth upwards, his touch spreading fire across my skin.

He trailed kisses over cheek and jaw, along my neck and shoulders, his hands kneading my hips as his mouth moved lower. He lapped at tender flesh and I moaned, bucking beneath him, gasping as he drew my breast into his mouth. I tangled my fingers in rough jet locks, pulling him closer, urging the embrace, begging something I did not understand. 

I felt as meat he could consume, lust fine gravy, heady as wine. He moved a hand to cup the heat between my legs and I shuddered, whimpering, pushing against him. A questing finger parted slick flesh and I hissed, jerking his head back up, devouring his mouth as his free hand fumbled with his breeches. He parted my legs with a knee, his fingers stroking pleasure, finding the nub of my desire and bowing my back, drawing a scream he smothered with his lips.

I yanked at his tunic, wanting to feel his skin, panting for need of him, desire past all thought. He wiggled the breeches down, his velvet weight thumping against my thigh, and helped me pull the tunic off and away. I gazed at him a long moment, drinking his body as cool water, drowning in the fired emeralds that glittered a hunger to match my own. 

He rubbed a finger against my heat and I writhed, raking my fingers over his chest to grip his shoulders and pull him down. He fell to me as one starving, crushing my curves against his chest, the thickened root of his passion rubbing between my thighs. I bucked, begging, and he slid into me, jerking my body hard to meet him. I wailed, filled to burst, his ripe heat thrusting as honeyed fire. 

He swelled within me, relentless as the sea, a rock I crashed against, welcoming the tide that pummeled his body into mine in frenzied joy. I burned, I cried, and tumbled as the waves grew stronger, lapping molten bliss around his slamming member, convulsing my body beneath him until I screamed. He rocked into me again, his head thrown back as he shuddered, collapsing spent and shaking. 

His heart pounded against mine, his breathing ragged at my ear, as I quivered under his glorious weight. My body stilled by degrees, drunk on passion, the tug of his flesh becoming soft within me curving my lips in a smile. He moved slightly, propping himself on one arm while the other held me tight against him, our bodies still melded at the aperture of my sex.

He stared at me with soft wonder, his breathing still harsh though his eyes were lit with satisfaction and some surprise. I met his gaze curiously, uncertain of what he wanted now, as my experience saw men to withdraw and either sleep or return to their duties. I let the question show in my expression and he laughed, a low purring sound that tickled my skin.

"Are you so easily sated, mistress?"

I blushed crimson and looked away, staring hard at his chest. He laughed again and I jerked, the amusement quivering his flesh enough to make me gasp. I set my hands against his chest and pushed but he held me firm, leaning off of his hand to catch my chin and turn my face back to him. I frowned, not meeting his eyes, and he bent to kiss me, a soft brush of warm lips.

"Tell me you have duties more pleasing than tasting me again, and I will release you. Or command me, and I do as you bid."

I stared at him then, disbelieving. My mouth fell open and I shook my head. Slaves commanded nothing. Did the lord decree this royal to see my own duties, I would obey, but to order him? I could not do this thing.

He smiled, drawing me closer against him, tracing his lips along my neck, nipping at my skin. I allowed the caress, truly having no other obligations, though this closeness after the act had me at a loss. His fingers teased along my back, making lazy circles that coaxed tingles and quickened my pulse.

"Having delved the sweetness of your body, I am loathe to leave you so quickly. I would raise your ardor again mistress, and ride your passion til strength leaves me."

His breath was hot at my ear, his mouth drawing my skin lightly across his teeth, wracking shivers that moved my hips against his. He swelled within me, drawing my breath in pants as I quivered anew. He suckled at my neck, rolling my body beneath him, and made good his whispered words.

When thought finally returned to me, it was with a smile. I had chosen well.



Slave's Day Out



It was a warm summer's evening and the air conditioner hummed softly from its perch high up the living room wall. Below it artificial flowers of pink and deep blood red rustled against tall green stems that were moving in the tall cane vase from the cooling breeze the air conditioner's fans were producing. Further along the shelf a tall book case filled to over flowing with books on all manner of subjects. Some formally bound, others simple paperbacks.

Opposite the air conditioner a long well padded lounge sat empty. Its cushions looked inviting and soft. To the left of the tan colored lounge a reclining arm chair upholstered in soft black leather sat. In it Master sat watching His slave sleeping on the oval shaped wool rug in the middle of the floor. 

The slave's soft curves were supported by the luxury of the thick cut pile rug. Its soft brown color seemed to blend with her smooth skin and she slept on her side before him. He looked at her, examining this precious creature. Lithe and delicate she showed no sign of her age and he knew others had looked on jealously when they had walked along the soft sands of the beach that night.

The walk was just before sunset. He had taken her to the beach dressed only in a very short skirt and a low cut bikini top that had threatened to loose its battle against the swell of her breasts with every movement. 

More than one guy had turned to watch as he led her along the white sands his words to her clear to her above the crash of the evening tide. A symphony of sights and sounds seemed to add to her charm as she looked about like a child seeing wonder for the very first time.

At one point he picked up a small piece of drift wood and examined it. The feel of the wet timber suggested it was recently released into the sea but for now the sea had cast it ashore. About four inches long, it was smooth and thin, and ideal stick for throwing. He had pulled his arm back and then snapped the stick though the air. "Fetch" He said softly and watched delightedly as she bounced down the beach chasing the flying piece of wood, sand kicking off her bare toes as she ran.

Down about 30 feet from where he stood the stick struck the soft sand, quivered on its end for a moment and fell flat its full length resting on the sand just above the water line. Quickly she closed the distance and slid in the loose sand as she tried to stop quickly and not over shoot the stick her heals biting into the shifting sands deeply.

A hand, thin and delicate snatched at the stick and she kicked hard to begin the run back to her waiting Master. He smiled as she stuck the sand covered stick between her teeth and through her whole body into running. Arms and legs pumped as she ran towards him. Her grace and elegance transformed into something energetic and determined. As she closed on him, her breasts could be seen clearly swaying and bouncing with the effort of the run and only feet from him one firm round mound bounced free of her thin bikini. She didn't stop but raced to him unaware of her exposure. Three feet away he could see clearly her darkened nipple and the exposed breast bounced. Two feet away and she started to slow down so she could stop before him and then present the stick to him. 

As she held out the stick she became aware of the material of her bikini pinching her under her left breast oddly. She flushed red as she realized and wondered how long she had been showing her breasts to the world. As a slave she was use to being naked before him but she had hidden that side of her from the world at large and it was distressing even to have so little exposed. Other, younger women sunbathed on this very stretch of beach and no doubt would be drawn there later in the day as schools and workplaces closed.

In the warm sun she panted and her chest rose and fell. But she knew she couldn't adjust her clothes until he took the stick she now held out in both hands. She could feel the heat in her skin. Her only relief coming from the fact the nearest person she could see was about fifty feet away from them and behind her so they could not possibly see her standing there with a single breast hanging free.

She looked to him, imploring him to take the stick from her but he surprised her by gently reaching for her breast, cupping it and cradling it before lifting the material and allowing the flesh to fall back behind the protection of the soft cotton material. 

He smiled at her and she stammered simply, "Thank you my Master."

"You are welcome." He smiled tenderly. She knew he was enjoying it but he was never cruel and did not make he suffer needless humiliation. Oh know when he wanted her humiliated it was definitely needed. She knew that. 

So the stick was taken and discarded to continue its journey just as Master and slave continued on down the beach. As they did they passed three work men who were doing some maintenance to council fixtures. As they passed he could clearly hear the men talking. Then, came the ultimate honor or humiliation; depending on your point of view. A long, loud wolf whistle went out scaring away some sea gulls.

Yes it had been a good afternoon at the beach. They had even managed to find a spot to swim for a bit. The spot was secluded enough, to allow him an opportunity to enjoy her attentions. They walked into the cool blue green water as the waves foamed onto the shore. As they moved deeper into the water her skirt began to float up bearing her to the waves as the bumped against her. It felt delicious to the slave and her reactions excited him further.

Once deed enough into the cool water, his hips just above the surface in between each breaking wave. As the water swelled though it washed over him and reached his shorts thick waist band. He had he squat in the water and she helped him lower his shorts at the front. The cotton shorts pulled down to reveal his penis. It was already swelling in anticipation. Her delicate fingers curled around his shaft. She stroked it slowly feeling the ridges and veins of the shaft. Then her lips touched his head and he shuddered. It was always a pleasure for her to suck on him but today here in the water it was also a challenge for her because she knew once she started he expected her to keep going no matter what. There was the risk of course of discovery. It was a game that they had played before. But this time there was a further challenge. The tide was sending waves high enough to completely submerge the sucking dark hair woman. She was caught by surprise and gasped around him for air as the water had filled her nose as she drew him into her.

The waves were fairly steady and while it un-nerved her to be submerged, she began to anticipate the dunking as she became aware of the water rising up her back as each new wave came in to shore.

He stood there relishing the sensations. The warm sun, the cool water and the stimulation of his sex worked on him and brought him quickly to orgasm. Again her mouth filled with salty fluid but this time she welcomed the taste and swallowed greedily. It was delicious and soon he stopped throbbing and softened. Reluctantly she let him slip from her hungry mouth.

Now as she slept he admired her. Smooth skin glistened in the last rays of light that bathed her in a golden glow. Her breathing slow and regular, she had fallen asleep over an hour ago following the adventure on the beach and a shared shower where they had shared an intimacy as first she washed him and then he washed her rinsing away the sand and salt. As they finished the shower together Master took her to the living room and dried her slowly and tenderly. He groomed her like an owner would groom a dog after a wash. 

She was already feeling very happy. She had pleased him a lot during the day she knew. It made her so happy to please him. She accepted her role and had given her self totally to him. But then he surprised her once more. He took from a draw a shiny new black leather collar with a single silver tag hanging from it. He held it before her eyes and let them focus on the tag. It said five simple but powerful words. "Accept that you are owned."

He put it around her throat and adjusted it so that it was snug but not too tight. The tag hanging from it catching the sun and the dust danced in the rays of light. 

He had allowed her to lie down on the thick rug and she gratefully drifted off to sleep. 

So there he sat, watching her and the way the waning sun caressed her flesh. She shivered. The air conditioner was still on high and it was chilling her naked flesh. Slowly, quietly he stood up and walked around the sleeping woman. Two soft clicks and the fans slowed down, their hum softer. He turned slowly and saw her looking up at him from the floor. She had not moved other than to open her soft, gentle, compelling eyes and tilt her head. Her mouth moved but barely a sound passed her lips. She spoke four words.

"I love you Master."

Her head dropped back to her arm and her dark eyes closed gently with a flutter. She slept again.

"I love you My slave." He said in soft but deep tones. He bent down and knelt beside her. He brushed a lock of hair back and caressed her cheek. "I love you."



Slave's Desire



Master Arik drove a little ways, slowed at a trail, and parked the car off the road. I watched him suspiciously from the corners of my eyes.

"Severen, I want to kiss you, touch you, I was going to ease into this, but I must at least taste you."

I thought this was nice of him to let me know as he could have just done it. Then again I could always jump out of the car and run. I leaned over and tilted my head not initiating anything, but being open.

I felt his hand grip my neck before I felt his lips on mine. At first they were sweet and gentle, but suddenly the kiss became hungrier and I couldn't stop myself from responding. My body and subconscious mind knew HE was my Master and therefore HE could have whatever it was he wanted. Goodness knows I was wet from the little bit I had earlier and I do have a ferocious sexual appetite. I, however, didn't know him and I didn't want this to go too far. Unfortunately, the decision wasn't entirely mine to make.

Maybe he felt me pull back a little as he released me and stared into my eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you."

I nodded. "I know what you are to me. I know you, but I don't know you. I just lost my Master tonight and now have a brand new one. I was with Master Michael since I was 18. That's 7 years. I ... this is just too fast."

"I understand. Tell me what is it you need right now. We'll do that."

I'm sure he was asking me if I needed to go out on a date with him and get to know him, but I was already hot. I needed release and I needed it now. I just didn't want to seem like a slut. I never cheated on my Master, but Master Arik is my new Master. I was so confused.

"I need ... I want..." I know from the glint in his eyes that he knew what I was trying to say, but he was going to make me say it. I remember it as a form of humility from Master Michael. "... to do this."

As soon as the words left my lips Master Arik was back to kissing me and not that gentle crap either. He was thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth while his hands found their way under the sweater and was pulling at my nipples. I moaned deep into his mouth loving the feel of his rough hands on my sensitive buds.

I managed to undo 3 buttons before Master Arik ripped the sweater down the middle. The buttons went flying all over the car as his hot mouth closed on my breast. I arched my back trying to push myself deeper into his mouth. He bit down hard on my nipple and it was just this side of pleasure before he switched to the other one and began his sweet torment of that.

I could feel my pussy getting the jeans soaked and I moved my hips against the seat trying to relieve some of the pressure. Master Arik unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans before I felt his hand sink inside of them to find my wet soppy cunt.

"Oh yes!" I cried as I felt him insert three glorious fingers into me. I jerked my hips trying to get him deeper, but the angle was wrong. This car thing wasn't going to work and I growled my frustration against the air.

"Out!"

I was stunned when he removed his mouth and fingers from me and got out of the car. Finally, his order penetrated my brain and I managed to get out of the car without falling. He pulled me to him and slid the jeans off me so I was exposed all the way down. He threw the jeans on the roof and lifted me into the air.

"Please, fuck me Master. I need to feel your cock deep inside me."

Master's Arik's brown eyes turned a deep black that normally would have scared me, but only excited me now. He eased himself a little away from me and smiled. I reached between us and cupped him as I unbutton his slacks and pulled him through his opening. 

He slammed me against the car as his lips captured mine again. I kissed him back as I wrapped my arms around his neck trying to take some of my weight off him and onto the car. I let my own tongue explore his mouth and caress his tongue before I gently nipped his lips.

I felt the head of his monstrous cock push at my slick, wet, tight opening and I threw my head back at the delicious feel of him there. I wrapped my legs around his waist and guided him deep into my center. He tried to go slow inch by inch, but I was through being gentle. I needed a Dominant Master. I slammed him deep inside of me and a moan of pure pleasure escaped my lips.

Picking up the hint Master Arik reached down and shifted my weight so that my legs were in his arms. He pushed my legs so that my knees were almost touching my chest. He eased slowly out of me before he thrust back inside of so hard and deep I swore I felt him hit my womb. He eased out once more before he slams back inside of me. I shook my head from side to side enjoying his tormenting enjoying his take of complete and utter control.

"Yes, by the gods yes you will take more," he growled at me.

Suddenly, he changed pace and he was slamming his cock deep inside of me like a jackhammer into the ground. I could feel his balls slapping my ass with a smart slap that felt so good. He kept pounding harder and harder into me until I could feel my orgasm building.

"I'm gonna cum, Master, please," I begged his permission.

"Cum for me my slave," he whispered into my ear.

His deep moans in my ear and his huge cock driving into me sent me flying over the edge and I yelled my release out into the night. A few moments later I heard my Master join me.

Gradually he lowered me to the ground. I could feel his semen trailing down my inner thighs. He reached over and opened the back door. He rummaged for a little bit before coming up with a towel.

"I usually use this when I go to the gym, but I think you may need it to clean up."

I smiled my gratitude and took the towel. "I'm on the pill, so you don't have to worry." I don't know why I said it. He didn't seem worried, but I felt kind of awkward after what we've been through.

"I wasn't worried. If you have my child I would be honored. You are my slave and though you just know me I've known of you for a long time. I've watched you with Michael. I..." but he stopped and I didn't know if I could push him like I would my old Master. I let it die.

He handed me my jeans and I eased into them. I buttoned the three buttons and luckily the sweater covered my breast, but it left my ribcage and stomach bare. I got in the car and fasten my seatbelt. I was content.

I don't know how long we drove. I doze off and I only awoke when I heard a car door slam. I shot up and stared at the windshield watching my new Master converse with another man. It didn't look like a friendly conversation either. Finally, my new Master came back to me and opened the door.

"Come. I'm going to take you to my home and get you suitable clothing. Then we'll get you some food. I'm sure you're hungry."

"Yes, starved," I cried. I was grateful he hadn't forgotten about the fact I haven't eaten.

He started walking down a sidewalk and I glanced around at the town. It was like an updated version of what the olden days would look. There was a real building that said Inn, but it looked like it could have been a small corporate building than what I would assume an Inn would look. It was mind boggling and bizarre.

"Why are all the cars over there?" I pointed behind me.

"We walk here. Everything is within walking distance. If you need to drive somewhere I will check out my car and I drive us where you need to go. It's also how we control who comes in and out. We don't want a vanilla person coming into our town and ruining everything or thinking we are abusing the one we love."

He looked at me so intensely that I had to look away. He couldn't possibly love me. He doesn't know me and I don't know him. Right now I respected him and would do as told to a degree.

We approached a large house. It was blue with purple trim. Interesting, was the only word that came to mind. He opened the door, entered, and I followed behind him. I glanced up to see 3 men, 1 woman, and 3 slave girls each wearing different colors.

Master Arik pulled me to the 3 men sitting at the table. "I will do this formally. Usually we aren't so formal in my home, but other homes may be. This is my Father Veston." Master Arik referred to the slightly older man with just a hint of gray at the temples. Master Arik had his strong cheekbones and black wavy hair. "You are to call him Earl Veston."

"These are my two brothers. The one with the short cropped hair is Nicolas and the one with the long braid is Azyon. And this is my mother Shyra. She is the only Freewoman in this home."

I nodded at each in turn as Master Arik turned me to the girls. "These are your sister-slaves. The one with red hair is Alison and she belongs to my father mostly. She is First Girl and what she says goes. The one with the black hair is Myra she belongs mostly to my mother. My parents share the two girls. And last, but not least is Azyon's girl Azya."

Master Arik turned to me with a smile. "Now greet. Let me know what you have learned of your lifestyle."

I took in a deep breath and held it before slowly releasing it. "Usually, I would ask you to greet, but since you have already allowed it I would say, 'Greetings Earl Veston, Master Nicolas, and Master Azyon. Greetings Mistress Shyra. Hello to my sisters Alison, Myra, and Azya." I turned to my Master waiting.

"Very good. Always greet the Masters first, then any Freewoman, the first girl of every Master or Mistress and then the rest of the girls. Do you understand the colored stones they wear?" Master Arik referred to the colored stones that my sisters were wearing in their collars.

"No, Master I do not."

"There are a lot of colors in Gor. In our village there are 4 main colors: white, blue, red, and black. The white, which I'm going to dress you in, means that you are just beginning. That you are learning and may make mistakes. If you or anyone is in white most Masters and Mistresses will over look your mistakes and point them out or help you correct them. They will not punish you for them, usually."

"Usually?"

Master Arik continued on. "The next is blue. Blue means that you should know all there is and that you shouldn't make any mistakes. You can be punished by any Master or Mistress if your Master is not with you. Red means that you are a love slave. If any Master or Mistress wanted with the permission of your Master or Mistress they can take your body. And black means that you are a pleasure slave, but only to your Master. No one will ask for your body."

"My sisters, am I to be shared with them?"

iTeens "You will share duties, as in cleaning the house, cooking, etc, but I will not share your body with anyone. You are not at that level."

"And if I become at that level?" My voice was tight with anger.

"I will decide."

And that's why I hate Gor. Your Master decides so much of your life without your input. If you had a harsh, cruel Master who didn't care about you; your life could be hell.

"Where is my room." It wasn't a question and I saw Master Arik's father's eyebrows raise as well as one of his brother's smile widen.

Master Arik simply sighed and guided me to the back of the house and up a set of stairs. "I stay up here." He led me to a room with a huge bed, two drawers, and a connecting bathroom. The bathroom was huge and I wondered why he would need such space.

"And my room?"

"This is your room."

"I don't get my own room?"

"No. You are mine. I've watched you with Michael for a very long time. I wanted you and he denied me. In the end I finally have you. You are not going anywhere else."

Oh by the Gods. What have I done? Ronaldo was a pompous jerk. He didn't deserve the title of Master. I traded in a monster that you knew from the get go for a monster that I've just learned about. I should have just asked to be Free and try to find my own Master later. I can't believe I was so stupid.

Master Arik came to me, but I stepped back. I didn't want him near me. With a sigh he backed up. "I have some clothes in that beauru that should fit you. We'll go shopping tomorrow. I... I'll meet you downstairs Severen."

With those words he lifted my head and did something to my collar. He pocketed what he took out and smiled down at me. "Severen, I'm not a horrible Master," He said before he turned around and left me.

I sank onto the bed holding back tears. He was going to decide my life. I at least had some control before, now I have none. This scared the hell out of me. "What am I going to do?" But there was no reply.

I went to the bureau and open the doors. There were neatly stacked shirts that looked like they would fit me. I chose a long sleeve black one and put it on. It felt like very thin cotton and it clung to my body beautifully. I loved how the sleeves went past my fingers and how the hem of shirt stopped around my hips and bum. I pulled the collar with the white stone in the middle from under my shirt and went downstairs.

I looked at everyone interacting and tried to picture myself there with them. I was just observing when my Master's voice and words penetrated my head.

"I know Nicolas; I don't know what I was thinking. I just had to have her."

"What are you going to do? She's too much spunk for our world. Submissive she is, but Gorean she ain't."

"I'm not going to change her. I like that about her. She don't put up with any shit."

"And that's my point. She doesn't put up with any shit, brother. How can she be a gorean slave? How can she be a slave? Does she understand the difference between slave and submissive?"

My Master hesitated and that's when I decided to make my presence known. 

"Master Nicolas my Master has only yet begun to know the true me, so let me answer the question about my knowledge. A submissive is one that is passive, docile, and compliant to the wishes of the more dominant; a master. She can say no and it is usually respected. A slave is whose every breath, thought, need, want, everything is what their dominant breathes, thinks, needs, wants, everything. She may say no, but it does not matter. The Master's word is what matter. But don't think it's only the slave who gives, because to be a good Master you must also think of your slaves wants, needs, thinks, and yearns. If you don't you are not a good Master and should have your slaves taken from you."

Master Nicolas went to open his mouth and I did something that I probably shouldn't have done. I cut him off.

"Don't get offended. I'm not saying you don't or aren't a good Master. I'm just saying don't question MY Master. He knows what he's doing. He knows what he wants. It offends me to hear you question him about his girl. Not because I am his girl, but because you think he does not know what he has gotten himself into."

Master Arik smiled broadly. He wraps his arm around me and nods. He waves good bye and escorts me out of the home. We walk a few blocks to what looks like another large home, but what is called a Mess Hall. He opens the door and ushers me inside first, because he lead me in first this was permitted. I scanned the room and saw that everyone ate more or less on small tables that were near the floor and sat on huge pillows.

Out of the blue a man grabs my Master and is immediately surrounded by three other men. "Gregory, what are you doing here," Master Arik yells.

"I should be asking you the same. What do we have here?" Master Gregory looks at me. "You have your own chocolate slave. Brothers don't let him get away."

"No, Gregory, don't!" I hear the panic in his voice.

I look at my Master trying to figure out what's going on when Gregory touches me. I jerk my hand away and glare at him. "You cannot touch me without my Master's permission."

"Is that right? I'm going to take that collar off you and give you mine. What do you have to say to that?"

I looked at Arik. I didn't know the rules here. "I don't wish that."

"I don't care."

Master Arik sighed. He didn't even look concerned and that bothered me. Was he truly not that concerned on if this brute gets me? "Come now, Gregory. You know I won't allow you to touch her."

Gregory stops and smiles at Master Arik. Gregory had a good 200 pounds and 3 inches on my Master and he was slowly balling up his fists.

"No!"

"Shh, this doesn't concern you slave," Gregory said to me.

"This does concern me, Gregory."

Gregory stops and stares at me. "You will be punished."

"By a Master and you are not one. You're just some bully who needs his three brothers to hold my Master back."

Gregory holds up his hand high in the air and then slams it down across my face. The force was so much that I fall down to the ground. Not one of those side falls, but one of those fell down straight.

I hear my Master yell and then all hell breaks loose. For the moment I can't see anything, but I can feel a brick near the wall. Probably something cheap to keep the door open. I heft it into my hand and slowly stand. Gregory is turned to me, but his head is turned to my Master who is throwing one brother over his shoulder, the other is being punched in the face, and one is on the ground unconscious.

Master Arik has reached my side and is looking at me. I can feel the bruise forming on one side of my face. Master Arik's eyes turn the black that I remember seeing before except there's no passion in his eyes. He turns to Gregory and sneers.

"My slave is right, you aren't a Master."

"Master Arik, can I do..."

But Master Arik isn't listening. He's still talking to Gregory. "But because you hit my girl. I have to..."

"THIS!" I yelled as I swung my fist forward with the brick in it.

"...teach you respect!" He swings his fist forward and because he has a longer reach his fist was side by side with mine. Both our fists reach Gregory's chin at the same time and he actually was lifted into the air and flies to the wall before he falls. The brick crumbles in my hand and I let the dirt fall to the ground.

"Here this, as you have just witness, I permit no man or woman to touch my girl without my permission. She has my full authority, as you have just seen, to attack anyone who tries to touch her that includes punishing her. I will be the only one who touches what is Mine."

Master Arik grabs me above the arm and sits at a vacant table. He pulls me down and pulls me literally into his lap. He moves my hair to the side and whispers into my ear.

"What you just did was a punishable offense. My declaration should ease that and no one should touch you now. Don't ever question my motives towards you. You are my slave. I protect you."

I pulled back and look into his eyes. "And you are my Master. I protect you. Besides you didn't tell me to shut up or stand still." I smiled slowly.

"You're right," he agreed with me and snuggled me closer.

"Master Arik I brought you and ... your girl food and drink."

"Thank you Solila, this is Severen."

"Hi," she smiled at me.

"Hi."

Solila stood up and walked behind the bar. Suddenly, I heard drum beats and everyone grew quiet. Almost as if in a trance Solila walked to the right where there was a pit with a long pole. There was all kind of things in that pit and you instantly knew that not only was the pit a thing for pleasure, but also to punish a slave.

Solila walked straight to the sand and as the beat thumped twice she stuck out a hip while slowly spinning her arms above her head. Transfixed the whole mess hall watched Solila dance. She swayed her hips and you felt that the music didn't control her, but she controlled the music.

You could hear her story through her movements. It was beautiful. The story of a young girl just trying to survive and hopes of finding her one true Master.

Unexpectedly, the story changed and Solila was now a wanton woman. Her hands cupped her breasts and she pinched her nipples. She moaned in delight before she pulled her pink nipples from her breasts stretching them.




Slave's Desire



Solila then ran her hands over her smooth small tummy and then between her legs. She shivered and then pulled her fingers from her wet pussy and licked her glistening fingers clean.

Unconsciously, I was grinding my body into my Master's. Solila turned her head towards me and dropped down to all fours. She crawled with a seductive cat crawl, her bum high in the air and her hair slowly swaying with every motion she approached me. As soon as she was within touching distance, with a nod from my Master, she pulled me to her and kissed me with such fever that I instantly started kissing her back.

She pulled me towards the center and spread my legs so she could slide her fingers down my pussy. She grazed over my pussy lips, teasing me, when what I wanted was another finger or cock deep inside of my aching loins.

She pulled me to my knees and came behind me. At first all I could feel was her tongue in my cunt licking and sucking my juices. I pushed against her and felt her hands on the plump globes of my ass as she spread them to get closer to my pussy.

I locked eyes with my Master and watched him stroke himself outside of his clothes. That brought more heat into my body and I started thrusting against Solila's mouth. I jumped when I felt Solila's tongue in my ass. At first I didn't think I liked it, but she rolled her tongue and I was in heaven. It felt so good to feel her soft slightly hard tongue deep in ass thrusting in and out like a tiny cock.

My Master stared at me for a moment before he walked over to me and dropped his pants. I hungrily grabbed his cock and licked his head like a kitty licking at a delicious bowl of milk.

"That's it slave, suck your Master's cock."

With those words and her tongue in my ass I was in pure bliss. I felt my Master's hands tangle in my hair as he literally started to fuck my mouth. His hips thrust until I can feel his cock pushing at the back of my throat.

With my hands still on the ground, my ass high in the air, and my neck angled to get him in my throat I could feel my orgasm building. With one grunt my Master pushed his cock down my throat and I could feel his balls slapping my chin. I rolled my eyes to look at my Master as I felt my body tightening and tightening.

"Cum, slut!"

Solila shoved 3 fingers into my cunt and I instantly came. I came so hard that I felt Solila and my Master shaking. With a loud groan my Master came down my throat and I eagerly swallowed everything he gave me.

Solila pulled from behind me and to my surprise I heard clapping. I forgot we were still in the Mess Hall. With a shy smile Solila kissed me and I could taste myself on her lips.

"Now my turn," I said more than eager to return the favor. I'm not one to just take and take without giving pleasure in return.

Solila shook her head and sashayed back to her spot behind the bar as my Master pulled me to my feet and guided me back to our lukewarm meal.

I kept staring after her when I realized that jerk Gregory was being handed Solila and he drags her to the back. I look at my Master with so many questions in my eyes.

"She is not owned, Severen. She has a band on her arm that tells people that she works for this kitchen, but anyone can have her. There's nothing she can do about."

"That's horrible!" I look back at where Solila has disappeared to. I picked up my spoon and began to eat the soup.

Later after I'm well fed and My Master has escorted me back to his home I look at the three girls and wander to them.

"You have already met us. Again to reiterate I am 1st girl. I give orders you listen. On this wall," Alison said and led me over to a wall with a small sign on it. I couldn't believe she was already taking charge. No niceties with this one. "This is our schedule. You will work with Azya most of the time and as such you two will have more work."

Azya nodded her head where as I was furious. Unfortunately, I knew my role in this and at the bottom of the totem pole I didn't need to create problems. "Yes 1st girl."

Alison smiled. "Then tonight we go to bed. Tomorrow is a big day for us all."

If only she really knew.



Slave's Dinner Party



Tonight was important. Victor had given her instructions of what he expected tonight. The list was long and Slave was doing her best to remember them down to the smallest detail. Her outfit was that of a French maid and she was dressed to distract the men at this event. Victor had told her that she was meant to entice his guests. She figured that she was there to entice his victims. There would be two gentlemen, a father and his son. Victor was hoping to make the final deal that night and it was down to Slave to insure old and young Morrison would be distracted.

Slave knew that this as an important evening because Victor brought in the top chef in the area, Emilio, and his helper. Slave was to do the serving of this elaborate five course meal; something that she had only read about before she became Victors slave. In her previous life, food was scarce, one course and often times only one item was on her plate. She was excited to see what such a meal would include.

She was pleased that she would be a part of this evening and had taken all the necessary steps to prepare. After her long shower, in which she made sure that her pussy was shaved smooth, she dressed in the tiny black silk French maid's outfit. The sleeves puffed at the shoulders which seemed to bring the attention down to her cleavage, which was accentuated by the gathered bodice. The black slort was very short; in fact it was so short that unless she was standing totally upright the cheeks of her bottom were visible. She was grateful for the additional panties that were provided. Not sure about the ruffles that reminded her of children's panties, but she did not care. The white gloves and hold up stockings with white bows at the top made the final touch and as she slipped her feet into the patent leather high heals with their six-inch stilettos, hopeful that she would not trip walking on such little pegs. 

As Slave looked at her self in the mirror, she was impressed. She admired the sight before her - the bustier top which pushed her breasts up forming a mouth watering cleavage, the short skirt that hid some, but not all. With one hand on her hip she bent forward and said to her reflection. "Would sir like ice?"

She giggled to herself as she donned the little maid's hat and went to make the final touches. This meal was going to be just perfect, she was sure that pleasing Victor was much more fun than making him angry. So she would do her best to please her master. Would he find something wrong with what she did? Slave quivered at the thought and found her hand rubbing her hard nipple through the thin sheer fabric. Damn how she longed for the show to start. She was nervous, but at the same time, excited.

Slave went to the library to see that it was in order. Two chairs had been set before the large desk and it seemed to Slave that this would give Victor the advantage. Clearly he was in a much better position behind his magnificent antique desk. Checking the ice at the bar, she turned and saw Victor. He was smiling and at least she knew that he approved of her outfit. Spinning she wanted verbal confirmation "How do I look?" she asked nervously.

Slowly he walked over to her, grabbed one nipple and pinched it to an erect status. Doing the same with the other one, he said. "Keep them that way, these men are a sucker for beauty, and you, my dear, are beautiful. But with erect tits, they will have desire, not business on their mind, which gives me the advantage. Besides, I want these men to want you and to believe that you want them."

Interrupted by the door bell, she turned, as she started to leave, Victor slapped her ass. She smiled to herself as she left and her happiness gave her a little more bounce to her step. 

Before opening the door, as instructed, Slave pinched each nipple. Opening the door, she saw on their faces, shock followed by total lust. She was a little embarrassed to be seen as in the French Maid's outfit which covered so little of her body, but she remembered what Victor had said, 'make them think of her, not the business', so with this in mind, she gestured them in, with a little bend at the knee. "May I take your coats please?" she asked in her most sexy voice. 

As they removed the outer coats, she carefully placed them on the chair at the side; she would hang them up after she had them settled in the library. "Please follow me" she said. Remembering she was to distract these men, she walked slowly and with purpose. The heels were providing her with longer legs and a shapely ass. She was sure that if she were to turn around, she would see the eyes glued to her ass, and knowing this made her wiggle it all the more. 

At the door she gently rapped. 

"Enter" Victor said in a voice that sounded authoritative and powerful.

Opening the door, Slave announced, "The Morrison's have arrived Sir." She then motioned for the men to enter, bowing ever so slightly as they did. Quietly she stood to the side to await further instructions. She was informed that she would be serving drinks and knew that she should stay until such a time that they were all settled.

She used this time to size up the men, the first one, an elderly gentleman, had soft eyes, was dressed very conservatively and had a quiet power. The younger one, an almost exact clone of the older one, however looks were where the similarities ended; his eyes were filled with anger and unhappiness, it was hidden by his extravagant clothing. She knew that he had on spent more on his suit that he was wearing than Slave had in her lifetime; his looks screamed pay attention to me. She was pretty sure that he expected and for the most part was given all the attention he wanted. Slave was a believer that the eyes were a window to the soul and his soul was black, he did not look at her with desire, but with an "I will have you too attitude."

This always bothered Slave for some reason. It was the same look that she had seen on all the men that her father brought home. It was not that she minded doing everything that Victor asked of her but is he did not seem to mind that she was Victor's, obviously he was used to getting his way. This would definitely be an interesting power play as the night went on.

Whereas Victor looked very important sitting behind his large desk,. His presence there seemed to be very fitting. It was clear that he was the boss here, and that the way he sat, indicated the power he possessed. She saw the faces of the men and the jealousy that was written on them. The young Morrison wanted the power which Victor demanded; the old Morrison just wanted this to be over.

Victor nodded and Slave took this as her cue. Quietly she asked, "what can I bring you to drink this evening?"

With orders taken, she walked to the bar and poured the drinks. Tom ordered bourbon, on the rocks and James, ordered Old Suntory, also on the rocks. That would be easy. Slave knew what Victor would want, and with a nod, she knew to poor him a glass of his favourite, Single Malt 21 year old Glen Morengy, straight. 

She handed the elderly gentleman his drink, being sure to bend down and allow him a glance of her cleavage; then faced the James, handed him his drink, again allowing for a cleavage viewing, but this time allowing for old Mr. Morrison to see her skirt hike up to show off those white lacy panties. 

To her surprise, she heard a choking sound from behind her. Having never heard that response, she turned and noticed a sour look on Old Mr. Morrison's face. "Is everything ok?" she asked with great compassion, touching the sleeve of his jacket. 

With a very apologetic voice he said "you seem to have mixed up the drinks, this one belongs to my son." 

She knew that she would make some mistake during the evening, but not in her wildest dreams had she thought that they would be so soon, the drink order was so simple. The hair on her neck rose as she knew what was to follow.

"SLAVE," came the loud and very disapproving voice. When she turned, she knew what would be next, it was not going to be pretty, but she deserved it. "Come with me." And she followed Victor out of the room, with her head hung low. Victor sat on the chair just outside the office.

As Slave walked out, and started to close the door, Victor said "Don't, they need to know that you are being punished for your carelessness. Now, pull your panties down and bend over my knee." 

Complying simply because it was the only real choice she had, Slave slowly walked to Victor, dropped her panties, bent over his knees, and awaited her punishment. It came swiftly, two very hard smacks on her ass, one for each of her mistakes. "Now go inside and fix their drinks" he commanded.

The smile that was on the young Morrison's face was clearly one of evil intent. He thought that he would like to be the one who was spanking her, and that if given the chance, he would be very happy to be Slave's master. However, the look of sorrow that came from Old Man Morrison had Slave's heart melting. When she served him his drink this time, she whispered in his ear, "don't worry, I deserved it."

With drinks served, Slave left to hang the coats and check on dinner. As she expected, dinner was going along well. The servants that Victor employed were paid well, and in turn worked hard. Dinner smelled wonderful. Emilio was living up to his reputation as one of the best chefs in town. To Slave everything that Emilio did, he did to extreme. The dinner would undoubtedly be wonderful.

Emilio was a very attractive man, but knew it and expected the women to fall at his feet. Most did, but not Slave. This worked to make his desire for her grow. Emilio having worked in Victor's kitchen before learned that his house was usually filled with very hot women and after the first time that he worked here, he learned that he had better bring along some sort of relief, thus, whenever he came to Victors house, Angelica came to. Slave was proving to be no different, she was very hot in that tiny maids outfit. Emilio enjoyed the long legs, the short skirt. His mind wondered what it would be like to bend her over the table, inserting his long hard shaft deep in her wet pussy.

For Angelica, she came along not only because it was a well-paying gig, it was also one that came with perks. She was in love with Emilio. She was also a smart woman; one who knew that Emilio did not share the love, but somehow that did not seem to matter. She learned at the very first dinner that they worked on together, that Emilio was fascinated with this house and all the hot women who ignored him. One of the greatest benefits of working here, besides the fact that she could make in one night what it took her two weeks as a waitress, was that Emilio noticed her. And always before the end of the night she would feel his hard cock between her legs, most often more than once.

The first time that Slave left with her nose in the air, Emilio was pissed and horny. He came to Angelica, with a very lustful look in his eye. Kissed her hard and the reaction that Angelica gave was the one that Emilio was looking for from Slave, lust. So, while Emilio fantasized that it was Slave, Angelica was content to simply enjoy. And this is how they came to work so well together. Every time that Slave would enter, Angelica would get horny for she knew that very soon; Emilio would be spreading her legs, with the intent to relieve his frustration.

This time when Slave entered, Emilio managed to corner her. While Angelica watched, she was amazed that he was as close as this. She must have been distracted, for Emilio came up behind Slave and grabbed her ass. Before she knew what had happened, he had his hand on her chest, and his mouth over hers. "You know that you want me, let's just fuck and get rid of this sexual tension, then maybe I will let you ride me some more." 

Slave was cornered, but she managed to say in her most innocent voice, as she glanced towards the door "You know what will happen if Victor sees you touching me, your job will be lost." This made Emilio turn around to see if Victor had indeed entered the kitchen, which in turn gave Slave her chance to escape. She ducked under his arm, and was soon walking out of the kitchen with a very deliberate swing on her ass. Turning at the door, she smiled at Emilio and stuck out her tongue. 

Emilio had never been close enough to touch Slave or any of Victor's female friends before, her scent lingered and the softness of her lips had him instantly hard. This time, instead of kissing and fondling Angelica, he simply took out his very large cock, bent Angelica over the counter, lifted her skirt, and rammed his hard cock into her. She was, as always, ready she was for him. The play between the two of them had Angelica hot and wet. And this new kind of raw sex did a lot to play into Angelica fantasies. When Angelica began to moan, Emilio covered her mouth and said to not make a sound, the master may come by and hear. Not that he worried that he would enter, for he had never been in the kitchen the entire time that Emilio had worked there, but strange noises might change things. So, in minutes he channelled all his sexual energy into Angelica's eager bottom. Not missing a stroke, they fucked each other, hard, and came equally as hard. Emilio came dreaming it was Slave under him, those long legs and her tight ass. Angelica came wishing that Emilio had wanted her, not Slave. But for now, she was not left unsatisfied. Her pussy was filled and still pulsating. Besides she knew that she would have him at least four more times that evening. "Thank you Slave" She said silently.

Meanwhile, Slave went to the library to see how things were going. With a gentle knock, she entered and said, "Dinner will be ready soon, is there anything that you need?"

The looks from the men were totally different. She could tell from the way that Victor looked, that things were not working according to plan. From Tom she received a look of fatherly love, and from James came total lust. Slave thought that she needed to do something, but what. Clearly the father was upset. Was it because of the gentle reminder that she had a job to do and needed to do it well? Maybe she ought to talk to him. Somehow get him alone, and tell him that everything was ok. For if he thought that Victor would treat the company, his baby, as roughly and then maybe he would not be willing to sell to Victor. Something needed to give; the room had too much tension.

"Well, you gentlemen look as if you need a break, possibly a walk in the gardens before dinner?" Slave said. She knew that this may allow her the chance to get Tom away, and then they could talk. Victor shot her a glance that had said that she overstepped her boundaries, but Tom was very quick to accept. It was with a raised eyebrow that Victor looked at Slave. He was accustomed to doing all his work, until the signing, in the library. 

She smiled a warm smile at Victor and took the offered arm of Tom. During the walk, they talked and soon she had Tom eating out of her hand. He was laughing, and joking with Slave and Victor's mood seemed to lighten. When young Morrison started to feel neglected, his advances became more obvious. Still not being able to read her masters mind, Slave just blew them off with ease. Tom kept shooting him evil glances, young James Morrison became bolder, not used to sharing the object of his desire with his older father. This only caused Slave to completely ignore him. The spiralling effect was not going unnoticed by Victor, so he decided to see what Slave had in mind for Tom and reined in young James into a conversation.

Slave knew that if this evening was not a success, the repercussions would be severe, so she worked hard to keep the attention of Tom. Whispering in his ear not to worry, "your son's advances are not that important, it is natural for a young man to want me, and do you not feel the same?" 

This certainly got his attention, and the look made it clear that he had thought it. Just wasn't to sure that he felt comfortable with the blatant question. This made Slave laugh, a deep laugh that came from deep in her throat and made her chest giggle. Gently, she patted his arm, and said with a pout, "I would be very offended if you were not interested, at least a little."

This was the opening that Tom was looking for and he asked the pointed questions about why she would let anyone treat her as Victor did. It was a difficult decision, but Slave felt a need to explain. With difficulty, she told him how she had come from a trailer park where her father had sold her to the locals at any and every available chance; it was during this time that she was regularly beaten when she was not preforming up to his standards or on the rare time where she left the house, thinking he was too drunk to notice. Her father used the money so that he could feed his alcohol addiction. When her father was presented with the papers from the bank that they wanted to repossess his house, he was desperate. Someone told him about the slave auction, so he sold the only thing of value he had. Her life has improved since the day that Victor bought her. Now here beatings are always justified, and she has never been treated as kindly as she is with Victor; he only spanks her to help her learn. "And coming from trailer trash, there is so much to learn." she explained.

With the air cleared, the walk came to an end. They had walked around the path and were now at the door that led to the library. It was time to let the men get back to work; Slave refilled their drinks, winked at Victor and walked out with deliberate steps, knowing that there were three sets of eyes that followed her bouncing ass.

Within minutes, she heard the bell summoning her to the library. "Damn, that was quick" she had just sat down to relieve herself, Victor would not be pleased that it took so long to get there. She knew from experience, that she could not walk in there winded either. No matter what she did, this would be a no win situation.

Walking as fast as she could, but not to fast as to wind her, she pinched her nipples and entered the library with a bow, trying to act as if nothing was wrong, and it did not take her that long to get there. "Yes, Sir."

"What took you so long!" came the sharp answer from Victor.

"Sir, I came as fast as I could, I had just went to the powder room to freshen up. What is it that you would like?" she said in her most cheerful voice.

Victor's response was clear, and she knew what was expected of her. As Victor pushed himself away from the desk, Slave knew that she was expected to pull her panties down, and lean over the desk. She walked up to the desk with all the dignity that she could muster, turned around and leaned over the desk. To her surprise, not only was her tight little ass showing, but her right tit had worked itself free of its constraint, giving James and Tom a full view of her round, perfectly formed, tit. Putting her hands across the desk, as had been instructed, she lay down and prepared for what she knew was to happen. Swat, came the first spanking. "Now, it took you a full two minutes to get here, I figure that would mean that you deserve two spankings" that being said, Victor spanked her again.

"Now" said Victor "I figure as these gentleman were also waiting, they ought to administer two blows each. James, care to come over and show Slave what happens when one does not behave properly?"

James could not believe his luck; he had been fantasizing about this very thing since the moment of Slave's first spanking two hours ago. With difficulty, he got up, Slave could see that his cock was straining against his pants, and this made her more excited. Slowly, James went behind her, placing his hand over the red marks caused by Victor's reprimand. 

Slave knew that this excited James, and that his spanking would not be as kind. With this, she grabbed hold of the desk and prepared for the next penalty swat. As predicted, it was hard, and not kind. His hand lingered over her red bottom long after the swat. Victor had taught her to take her spankings with no noise, and with no movement. But she had hoped that he would understand that it was not him that had hit her but a stranger. There was no way that she could have been prepared for what was to happen. 




Slave's Dinner Party



This was not the case. "Slave," he said, "what have I told you about being still while you are being punished?" 

"Oh sir, I am sorry, I am used to your hand, but that of a stranger, he is different." Slave pleaded.

Victor's reply was almost as she had expected, "well then, James is just going to have to allow you to get used to his hand." Turning to James, he said "you may spank her until she takes this chastisement as she should, silently and still."

James could not believe his ears. Another time, wow, and her ass looked so pretty when it was red. More than just spanking her, James wanted to slip his cock in her. He looked over to Victor, possibly for some sort of visual cue, and with the nod, he looked back to the tender little ass that was laying there for his enjoyment. He was astonished to notice that her pussy was glistening with wetness. My God, he thought, she really likes this. His reaction was totally involuntary. He grew and his manhood stood straight out, creating a tent in his pants. 

Slowly, his hand reached down to touch her ass. Lifting it in readiness, he landed another spanking down on Slave's ass. Again Slave flinched, but this time no noise came from her lips. When James looked at Victor, he only nodded. James snuck a dip of his finger into Slave's wet hairless pussy, lifted his hand and again spanked her now very red ass. This time, to his disappointment, Slave lay still. 

Victor walked to the front of the desk and looked down on Slave. Now, Tom, it is your turn. Tom had noticed when James had dipped his finger, and saw it come out glistening with moisture. He realized that in some way, Slave did like this and knew that he would like it as well. He walked behind the desk and looked. Sure enough, Slave was wet, her hairless pussy was dripping with moisture and her pretty red ass that showed the lines from the fingers that has swatted before was there. Her ass was almost begging for more. He too, noticed that his cock had gotten bigger. And with that, he allowed his hand to come down, hard on Slave's ass right over the red marks. This time, Slave moaned but did not move, and he was almost disappointed that he would not get to spank her again.

"Now" commanded Victor. "Stand up, and you are to refill our drinks."

As she stood, he noticed that she had come undone. "Well, now I see that you want to show yourself off. Let me help you" he said as he walked around the desk, ripped off the white lace that was, until this time hiding her delicious breasts, and sat down. As he sat, he also stepped on the panties that lie on the floor. "You will not need this."

Slave could do nothing but walk over to the drink caddy and pour additional drinks for the men. Knowing that for the remainder of the evening she was to leave her self exposed to these men. When she walked away from the caddy, with the drinks in her hand, Victor summoned her to him.

Squeezing each nipple to their hardness, he said "well, if we have to look at them, it is important that they are looking their best." He then waved her off with a shake of his hand. Slave went to serve the drinks. Tom only stared, but James wanted to touch. When he reached up to touch her hardened nipple, Slave's breath hitched. This made Victor well aware of what had transpired. 

"Well Slave," he said "you must be aware that beauty such as this is to be fondled. Gentlemen, you are free to touch anything that is showing." Slave was surprised when she felt Toms hand caress her ass. It was not one of hurt, but one of kindness, almost like he wanted to remove the pain that had been inflicted moments before. Turning, she smiled at Tom and served Victor his drink. "Is there anything else that I can do for you?" she asked.

"You can check on dinner. We will want to eat in fifteen minutes."

"Yes sir" she said as she curtsied and walked out of the room. 

Hurrying to the kitchen, she entered, forgetting that her nipples were hard, and that her protective fabric had been removed. As soon as she saw the look on Emilio's face, she remembered. Too late to do anything, she merely said that dinner was to be served in fifteen minutes, and quickly ducked out.

The response on Emilio was immediate. His cock became as hard as a rock, and he smiled at Angelica. Knowing that he would want to take her, she walked over to him and put her hands on his shoulder. Emilio slipped his hand up her skirt and let him feel the wetness. This time, Emilio was gentler with her. Whispering, he said "we have little time now, but soon we will have more." For the first time since this game began, he looked at Angelica and saw Angelica, not Slave.

This in turn made Angelica respond in like. When Emilio looked at her, he saw the lust that she harboured for him. It was at this time that something changed. Emilio held her for a moment, gazing into her eyes, he kissed her. He then brought her to the desk, sat down on a chair, and set her on his lap.

The kiss soon turned from desire to lust. This time it was Angelica that wanted release, as she pulled off Emilio's pants and pushed him back down into the chair. Sitting down on Emilio, she rode him hard and furious. The climax came almost instantaneously. Angelica collapsed on Emilio, sweat running down her face, and kissed him, gently. 

Meanwhile, Slave was busy making sure that the table was properly set. She was bent over the table rearranging the flowers when the men walked in. With her skirt hiked up, and her delicate ass, still pink from the spankings, showed. She was well aware of the effect that she had on all three men. When she had turned around, Slave could see that Victor had relaxed, and she knew that things were heading more along the direction that Victor had wanted. Turning she smiled and said. "Dinner is ready, Emilio has made a wonderful meal, and it can be brought out when ever you are ready, would you care for a pre dinner drink? Or would you like to start with some appetizers." 

"Just dinner" said Victor. And she walked into the kitchen. 

Unsuspecting what was transpiring in the kitchen, Slave entered. What she saw was the last thing she had expected. It made her so hot to see Angelica in the throws of the final climax and Emilio buried deep within her. "Dinner needs to be served, now" She took the soup and ladled it into bowls, and hurried into the dining room. As she reached to set down Tom's bowl of soup, Tom was unable to control himself any longer; he took her breast in his hand and squeezed her nipple. 

James, seeing this, figured he should be able to put his hand on her ass. As she bent over, he put his hand on her ass, and was completely surprised by the wetness, which only caused him to insert a finger into her dripping pussy. Amazed at the wetness and the ease of entrance, he could not help wiggling his fingers. This made Slave jump a little causing her to spill some of the contents in the final bowl. Victor, upon seeing this, and being already pissed at James for making some rather strong assertions in the library about how he needed to keep his job, and that the pay had better go up, was not happy. He decided that he ought to teach this young whip a lesson. "Slave, get the whip." 

To this, Slave was horrified, she had not had the whip used on her for months and felt that it was not appropriate in this situation, but because she new better than to argue, she gave Victor his bowl of soup and with a curtsy, left to go get the whip.

As soon as she left, Victor looked at Tom and asked him "what do you think of your son's advances, I have given liberties to touch what can be seen, but it is pretty likely that where his hand was could not be seen."

Tom could only nod. His son has stepped over his limits, and needed to be put in check. But then his son had always done so. Maybe Victor was the man to put him in his place. Tom spoke, slowly, sadly; "You are right, Victor, as always. Something must be done." He looked over at his son with pity in his eyes, knowing that Jimmy had no idea what was about to happen to him. "Strip off your pants, son, and bend over the table."

Jimmy looked at his father, horror dawning in his eyes. "Now" said Tom with a sterner voice than he had ever used with his son. Not believing what was being said, James could only comply, with horror written all over his face. 

"You see, Jimmy", Victor said, "your father knows me; you do not. Your father knows that your family owes everything to me; that without me, the rest of your clients would soon desert you; that without me, your family would lose everything, Jimmy." He said as he leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingertips together. "So he knows that this is the one way, the only way, which you can atone for what you have done and how you have extorted money from the company to pay your whores."

When Slave arrived with the whip in hand, she walked in the room with a look of sadness on her face, only to see James spread out in such a position. Slowly, a smile came to her face, and Victor had only now realized that she had thought that he would use it on her. He saw that she would like to be the one to use the whip. Upon this realization, Victor simply nodded at James, and Slave got this very evil grin on her face. Tom watched as her face shone, and he too smiled.

James saw it in her eyes, the look that she would want revenge. Never did he believe that this would be possible. For a brief moment he was sorry that he was so rough on her. But that soon passed as the first sting hit his ass. Never in his life had he been struck, not even as a child, and now here was this gorgeous woman, inflicting him with a pain that was very foreign and very painful.

When James moaned and almost stood up, his father said in a very stern voice, " you are to stay put and not move, and Slave will continue this until you are able to take this like a man" The smile that came to Slave's face was beautiful to Tom. Slave reached down with her hand and placed it over the red marks on his ass. Lifting her hand, she brought the other hand, the one with the whip, down on James ass, hard. Again, James moaned. However, this time, instead of almost standing upright, he only moved a little. Resolved to get this over as quick as possible, he lay still to take his punishment.

Slave again struck him with the whip and again James moaned. This time Slave did not strike him so quickly. She placed her hand gently on the red marks that were beginning to welt, and when James had settled down, she struck, fast and hard. This made James jump. Something he was trying not to do. Again the whip came down. This time, James was able to lie there, and "take it like a man" as his father had instructed. He thought that the punishment was over, and that he could relax now.

But to his surprise, Slave is not interested in this being over so quickly. She dipped the handle into the butter and looked at Victor for permission. He simply nodded. She then looked to Tom, who only smiled with encouragement. So, she leaned over, her mouth close to James's ear, her breasts against his back and told him "Now it is your turn to learn what it feels like, to have no power, to be the victim. Now you are going to feel what it is like to have someone touch you where you may not like it. So, spread those cheeks dear, relax, it will be less painful."

She slowly reached out.....her hand almost with a mind of it own...and slowly pushed the handle of the whip deeply into the butter... looked up at Victor, with a look of absolute need, for his approval, she waited. Victor only smiled, and this is the smile that James saw as Slave was fondling his ass.

Slowly, Slave spread the right cheek away, and placed the well lubricated handle next to James's little brown hole. Sliding it up and down, she teased him. Each time she came near his rosebud, his ass clenched shut, not willing to have this assailment to this area of his body. Angrily, he stood and began to storm out, only to run into the hard chest of Victor. Tom stood and walked over to offer his assistance. Tom and Victor both took an arm, brought him to a small table and together, they tied the squirming James up; his elbows to the legs on the far side, and his knees to the near side, giving him no chance for escape.

Slowly Slave, knelt in front of James, her breasts in his face, and showed him the whip handle, coated in butter. "This is going to be your new best friend, Jimmy dear. You are going to know this whip better than you have ever known anything before in your life. I am going to take this and ram it all the way up to here." She then points to a place that is 8 inches up, "or maybe there" she points to a place further down the whips handle. The look on James face was filled with horror.

Returning to his back side, she slowly caressed his opening with the tip of the handle, until it slid just inside of him....he clenched, his hips shaking violently, desperately seeking any escape...and with one, strong move Slave took him with the whip handle, making him cry out in despair.

She smiled, slowly "Like it, Jimmy? This is what it is like to have no control." Slave began reaming him with the whip, with long, deep strokes. "This is what it is like to be helpless." She slapped his ass, digging her fingers into his trembling flesh. "This is what it is like to be an object, fit only to be used for someone else's pleasure. Do you like it?" As an afterthought she added, "Honey?" 

This in turn, gave old Tom quite a start, never in his wildest imagination would he have believed that the sight of his son, being tormented by this beautiful woman, be such a turn on. His hand reached down and grabbed his cock. Victor, seeing this motioned for Tom to go and take Slave. Tom was on auto pilot, and at that point, nothing could have stopped him. He walked up behind Slave and placed his hand on her ass. Slave, relishing in the newfound power that was given to her, learned that she too was very horny. The hand that was placed there, only made her more so and she leaned back to accept the hand.

This encouraged Tom, and he immediately dropped his pants. Not that he really needed the encouragement, but it was truly a sight, this beautiful ass was so eager to be held and touched and by him. It took only a second for Tom's hard cock to find the very wet, very willing, and very horny pleasure spot of Slave. Her moan was one of complete pleasure, almost a scream. Never before had she been so hot for a stranger, so willing to enjoy. 

The response came swift for Slave, and soon she was to busy with what was happening to her, that she forgot about what she was doing. She only wanted to be filled, to have someone fuck her, hard, and this is exactly what Tom was doing. 

Victor upon realizing what was happening, and having noticed that there were eyes peering out of the kitchen, "Angelica, come in here and take over from Slave, she seems to be too preoccupied to finish the task at hand." he commanded.

Angelica was confused, as she had never thought she would be privy to such a show. Not really sure what her role was to be, she entered and continued to look for more direction. Victor only nodded at James. James began to cry out, he had thought that this was over, but now he had a new, and almost as beautiful woman, seeing him in this position. He shook with terror as she got ready to assault him as Slave had. While Angelica was not as rough as Slave, it was still painful to James' sore bottom. 

Victor, being bothered by the noise, walked over, stood in front of James and took out his huge cock. Grabbing James by the hair, while Angelica was reaming his ass, Victor pulled his hair hard and upward. The only response from James was that he knew what was about to happen. His throat constricted to the new attack on his body. The further the hair was lifted, the more his mouth had no choice but to open. "Time for you to realize that you need to be silent," Victor said. Slowly, Victor inserted his cock into his mouth, about the time that Victor's cock hit the back of James' throat, he seemed to soften, and his lips became fastened onto Victors cock. James' begins to reach with his mouth, looking to get as much of Victor as possible. This in turn, affected Victor in such a way that he has almost lost control. He began to alternate with Angelica and the two of them pushed James to the limit. Each taking turns to push in, each taking turns to pull out. The table moved back and forth as each of them took turns ramming the opening of their attention



This brought James to a rocking climax and soon he was spilling his seed all over the floor. Victor too had cum, but not enough to keep him down. With a hard penis, he noticed that Tom has finished with his prize, walking to her; took her hand, and brought her to the couch. The love making between the two, its sounds of passion and the look of shear enjoyment that came from the two lovers, had everyone ready to start again. Angelica seemed to be an open target for Tom. As he walked over to her, the response was similar. She too wanted to have a man's attention. Tom was a man. Immediately she knelt beside James, and Tom took this as a signal that he was to enter. Very happily, he obliged.

Upon seeing Angelica so busy, Emilio became hard. He walked up to James, still tied on the table top, looked down at him, and smiled. Slowly he removed his cock and James could only smile as he saw the large cock in front of him. Trying to reach it with his mouth, he wanted to suck more cock. Not even in his wildest imagination did he think that he would have enjoyed sucking on another man's cock. To his great dismay, Emilio just looked down on him and walked behind him, looked at his ass, then at Victor who is far to busy to notice that he has even entered the room. 

Realizing that the women are now busy at the moment, he looks to James' ass. It really did not take long for Emilio to decide where he wanted to put his hard cock. After all, he had never done a man before, and this ass would be very slippery, thanks to the butter and Slave.

Bending over, he whispered in James ear. "Here you go, but it had better be tight. I want to feel the walls of your ass trying to grab my cock and hold it dear. If you disappoint me, I will have Angelica use this whip on your cock." James knew that Angelica was kneeling right next to the table and could indeed do this if instructed. Having learned that what is said is done here. James clenched his ass as hard as possible and prepared for the assault. Emilio spread the cheeks, poised his cock right above the now butter covered ass and pointed. Not sure what he was going to do, he merely leaned forward. His cock slid all the way in without hitting any barrier. It was tight, as was instructed, but not tight enough. He leaned over for one more warning, this time just showing the whip to James.

The response was immediate. It felt as if his cock was going to be swallowed In fact, it felt so good, that Emilio could not move for a second. Emilio had never felt something so tight, and it made him want to check out Angelica's ass at the soonest possible chance. In frenzy, Emilio rammed in and out of James' ass, wanting more and more to feel the walls constrict. 

However, to Emilio's dismay, the further this went along the looser the ass felt. Was it him, or was it just James getting lazy. HMMM can't have that. He bent down and gave Angelica, who still being screwed by Tom, the whip. She looked at it in uncertainty, and then looked where Emilio was pointing. She then heard Tom horse voice say from behind her, "Oh my God, do it. Whip that young mans cock so that he learns to do everything that is asked of him." As his cock began to rock harder into her pussy

Immediately, James ass became tight, hoping that this would end the possible chance of his cock feeling the whip. But to his dismay, Emilio and Tom continued to prompt Angelica to continue. With no hope for mercy, James just clenched and readied himself for the new assault on his body. Angelica, very aware that Tom behind her had become a more attentive lover since this image flashed through his mind, decided that she really should to do this. After all, it was a wonderful feeling that was being rammed in behind her, one of compassion, lust and now with some sort of stronger animal instinct. But when he spanked her ass, saying "you must do this, or it will be you who gets the whip" her mind was made up. She could see the welts and knew that she would like them better on someone else. 




Slave's Dinner Party



Complying with the wishes of the men, she went in for the attack. With the first try, she hit his leg. Readjusting her aim, the second one hit true. Both James and Emilio screamed; James with complete pain and Emilio with complete pleasure. Seeing this effect on Emilio only encouraged her; for she still wanted nothing more than to please Emilio. Again she aimed and again she was true. This caused Tom to assault her pussy all the more. The actions were so that she could not focus on anything but what was behind her. It was almost erotic, both her and Emilio came at the same time. Both came hard and were much drained. Tom followed suit, and the only one who was not as pleased with where this evening went was James. His ass hurt, his throat hurt, and his cock had never felt such pain. 

Victor was finished with Slave about the time that this entire ordeal began and he just held Slave as they watched together. As the three men came, almost in unison, he whispered in her ear, "for sure this deal would be signed, only needed to pick the right time. Why don't you run to the library and get the contract and have it ready." As Slave began to move, Victor said "but not yet, it is nice to just lie here holding you." Slave just leaned a little more into Victor, smiled and watched the show.

What happened next totally would have amazed an onlooker. For when everyone had their fill, well everyone except James, they all got up, untied James, and went back to either the kitchen or to the table to eat as if nothing had happened. Only James fidgeted as he tried to get comfortable on his now sore body. 

As dinner progressed, the contract was signed, just as Victor had predicted. Everyone left happy, well almost everyone. Poor James still hurt in places that he never thought could hold such pain.



Slave's First Anal



I drop to my knees and bow my head as I hear the key in the door. Master is home. I am attired in my daily wear of locking wrist cuffs and collar. Master's plug is in my ass and his favorite red ball gag is around my neck, waiting for use. My hands rest on my knees, which are spread apart as I kneel. Master likes me to be open and available to him whenever I am in his presence.

I hear Master undo his belt as he stands before me. "Hello my beautiful slave. How was your day?"

I nod meekly, not raising my head. "It was good Master."

Master places his hand under my chin and lifts my face to his cock. "Suck it until it is hard slave."

"Yes Master." I take his cock in my mouth and begin sucking, never raising my eyes to his, for fear of punishment. I start at the head sucking lightly. As I work my way down his shaft, I begin to suck harder. I am delighted as Master's cock grow longer and thicker in my mouth. I gently cup Master's balls and massage them as I willingly submit myself to him.

After a few minutes, Master twists my hair into two makeshift pigtails. My hands drop to again rest on my knees, exactly where he likes them to be. Master begins fucking my mouth hard and fast, using it as he pleases. I love it when Master uses me like this. My clit is tingling and I so badly want to rub my pussy, but I do not because I am forbidden from touching myself without my Master's permission.

Master stops occasionally to make me suck on him. I suckle at his cock, loving the taste of his pre-cum. He slowly goes deeper and deeper into my mouth, until he is able to enter my throat without me gagging. Master thrusts slowly in and out of my throat, watching me. He stops and holds his cock deep in my throat. Breathing through my nose to keep my gagging at bay, I swallow. Master groans as my throat massages his cock. I look up at Master, startled. Master hardly ever makes noise when I am servicing him.

Master withdraws his cock from my mouth and I hurriedly drop my eyes to the floor again. But it is too late. "I saw that slave. On your feet!"

"Yes Master." I slowly stand, afraid of what punishment Master has in store for me. I refuse to look up even though I'm desperate to see in his eyes how angry he is with me.

"Go get the spreader bar for your ankles and the crop. You have thirty seconds."

"Yes Master." I hurry to the bedroom and drop to my knees in from of Master's chest of goodies. I rummage through the chest and find what he has demanded. I hurry back and place items at Master's feet and kneel before him again, my knees spread.

"You took too long. I said thirty seconds, not forty-five." I cringe, knowing I was too slow and my punishment has doubled. "Stand up and turn around." Master's voice is sharp and I scurry to my feet hoping my speed now will help lessen the pain I'm certain is coming.

Master secures my wrists together behind my back and bends me over the couch. He kicks my right foot and forces my legs to spread wider. He attaches the spreader bar to my ankles to prevent me from closing my legs. My head rises up a little bit in shock as he begins manipulating the plug in my ass. Master reaches out and pushes my head down. "Do not move unless I tell you to, do you understand?"

"Yes Master." My voice is muffled in the couch cushions.

Master goes back to playing with the plug, pulling it out and then pushing it back in. Every time it comes out, I groan. I can't help it; it feels so good.

Master kneels behind me and tell me, "Don't you dare cum, you horny slut." With that he begins licking my clit, wiggling his tongue back and forth over it, making me moan and groan. The plug is still plunging in and out of my ass, adding to my delicious torture. The force of his motion is causing my nipples to rub on the material of the couch. I can feel the tips becoming rock hard and jolts of pleasure are shooting through my body.

Master's tongue dips into my pussy and I know I cannot hold out much longer. In and out his tongue goes, before returning to tease and torment my clit. Over and over again he repeats the process, knowing how close I am and how badly I want to cum. My hips start trembling, signifying that I'm about to cum with or without his consent. Master abruptly stops and stands.

He helps me stand up and then pushes gently on my shoulder. Awkwardly, I kneel before my Master again with my eyes lowered, knees and feet spread by the bar. 

"You almost came, didn't you slave?"

"Yes Master," I whisper timidly.

"Do you like when I fuck your butt with the plug?" Master inquires.

"Yes Master, it feels wonderful," I respond. Nervous joy blossoms inside of me. I have a feeling I know where this is going and I'm thrilled. Master has never fucked me in the ass before and I can only hope tonight will be the night.

"Good, good. Now suck my cock and imagine it's me in your ass instead of the plug."

I obediently open my mouth and begin sucking my Master's cock again. There is so much pre-cum and I lick it up, loving the flavor. I feel Master shifting slightly as he reaches for something. Suddenly I feel the sting of the crop hitting my ass. I moan, sending vibrations through Master's cock. I love spankings. The crop stings more than Master's hand, but the added pain is worth the pleasure of warmth after each strike.

"Stop making noise. Show your enthusiasm by sucking my cock." I renew my efforts to please Master and suck his cock harder and faster. The crop comes down on my ass again and again. I lose count. I'm sure my pale skin is bright red by now, but I don't care. Master's hard shaft is my world right now and I focus on servicing him properly. Master's hips jerk a little as I find a particularly sensitive spot. I concentrate my efforts on rolling my tongue along the bottom of Master's cock, increasing his pleasure.

The crop comes down on my breasts. I am shocked and fumble a bit in my motions. Master has never hit my breasts before. Not sure how I feel about this, I continue servicing Master's throbbing member as the crop strikes my breasts. First the right, then the left. I grow used to the sensation and even find pleasure in it, much the same as I do with spankings. I begin to suck harder and harder as Master swats my breasts with the crop, showing him my enthusiasm for this newfound pleasure.

Master drops the crop and grabs my hair again. "Open your mouth all the way slave." I obediently open my mouth and Master begins using me for his pleasure again. I am not permitted to suck, merely to hold still as Master rams his thick cock down my throat. I breathe through my nose, gagging a little with each thrust. This is my punishment. Master knows how I hate to gag. My eyes begin to water as I stifle the gag reflex as best I can. Master continues to punish me until my tears drip off my cheeks and onto my chest.

When he is finished, Master tells me to stand again. It's very hard with the spreader bar and no hand to leverage myself, but I manage.

Master takes the gag from around my neck and secures it in place with a rough shove saying, "I have no more use for your mouth today. Turn around." I put my back to Master and he releases my hands. "Bend over the table and put your hands above your head. Leave your feet on the floor." I do as Master commands, trembling with anticipation.

Master binds my wrist cuffs to the chair on the opposite side of the table, stretching me so that I'm held immobile. He comes around behind me and I hear the faint buzzing noise of a vibrator. Master runs the vibrator down my back and over the plug, lingering for a moment so I can feel the vibrations in my ass. I wiggle my hips in appreciation of the sensation. He then runs the vibrator down and holds it over my clit, letting it do all the work. My pussy has been soaked since I heard the key in the door, yet more juices rush down there. A little stream trickles down my leg. Seeing this, Master laughs, "You really are a horny little slut, aren't you."

I can't answer because of the gag, but I don't need to. Master knows the truth. I am a horny slut but it's ok because I am his horny slut.

Master shoves the vibrator in my pussy and my muscles clench around it, holding it in place. I know if I drop it, Master will stop pleasuring me and begin punishing me again.

Master begins toying with the plug in my ass again, pulling it out and pushing it back in. It's all I can do not to cum. I moan a little to let Master know how close I am.

"Not yet, my precious. Soon though. Soon we will cum together."

I nod my head as best as I can and concentrate on delaying my cum until Master allows it.

Suddenly the plug is gone and I feel Master's cock against my ass, transferring the lubrication he has rubbed on himself. "Relax slave. It will hurt less." I focus on relaxing my muscles to allow Master entrance. Slowly he enters my ass. I groan a little at the pain and Master backs out. Then again, he enters...this time a bit further. He pulls out and pushes in once more, inch by precious inch. My ass is getting used to Master's hard cock and I begin trying to push back against him, wanting all of him inside of me. Master notices my signal and withdraws completely. I slump onto the table on dejection, thinking I have done something wrong. Just then, Master plunges his cock in my ass all the way. I groan at the mixture of pain and pleasure. Ohhh, it hurts so good.

Master stays buried to the hilt in me, wiggling his hips around and giving me time to adjust. Then he slowly begins to fuck my ass. Master can feel the vibrations buzzing through the thin layer between my pussy and ass. We both moan at the same time. It feels so good having Master in my ass. The feeling of fullness completes me. My clit is throbbing. It bumps against the edge of the table with each thrust of Master's hard cock, sending shock waves through my body.

Faster and faster Master plunges into my ass. Faster and faster we both approach our orgasms. All of a sudden Master stops. I whimper into the gag in helpless frustration. I so badly need to cum; my legs are trembling and I can't catch my breath.

Master begins again. Slowly he withdraws, only to return again. I feel Master's cock twitch in my ass as he speeds up his thrusting. I know he is close.

"Cum for me princess," Master says as he reaches down and rubs my clit. I moan and scream into the ball gag as wave after wave hits me. My knees buckle with the force of my orgasm and I lay spent on the table. Master's hips jerk with his cumming. I feel his hot seed rushing inside me as his hips jerk one final time.

As Master begins to unbind me, I can't help but think to myself that Master owns me completely now. He has fucked me in every hole and I am his now more than ever. I shiver with delight as Master takes my hand and walks us to the shower where we will clean up and continue our pleasures...



Slave's First Bi-Experience



It takes a bit, but you finally manage to get away by yourself to come into Winnipeg. It's only for the day, but when you tell me I say we'll "work something out." You left home in jeans and a T-shirt, but pull over halfway down the highway and decide to dress up in clothes you have bought for the occasion, all the things you know I like to see you in: A short black tight skirt, a cream color cashmere sweater, a pair of white silk stockings held up by a silk garter belt, and a matching set of white cotton thong panties and a sports bra; you put the panties on over top of the garter because you know I like you to leave the stockings on. Your white 4" high heels have an ankle strap that buckle at the side. You feel so naughty dressed like this, but you feel so horny knowing how hot you look you can't help but slip one hand between your bare thighs and stroke yourself through the cotton. 

You finally get to the hotel I told you to meet me at. You park the car and head inside, feeling every man's eyes upon you, sense the lust you are building with your presence. You find the lounge and walk in, spotting me in a corner booth having a drink. You strut over to the table and give me a big smile. I stand up and pull you close to me, one hand cupping the back of your neck the other grabbing your ass; you feel the skirt ride up at the back and you just know the top of your stockings are probably showing to anyone who would look. We sit down and I order you a drink, the waitress not even batting an eye as she serves you. We banter for a while, and you grin as you watch my eyes roam over your body, the heat sparkling in my eyes. I finally can't take anymore, throw down some money on the table and grab your hand and head for the door. 

We get into the elevator and I press a floor button and step back to look at you again. "What are you wearing underneath?" I ask. You tell me, but I shake my head, smile and say, "No, show me." You blush, but raise your sweater so that the bottom rests on the top of your breasts, then you pull up the skirt around your waist. I whistle appreciatively, press my body against you, and passionately kiss you, our tongues intertwining. The elevator stops and the doors open, you get nervous as I continue to kiss you, all the while you standing there semi-exposed. Just before the doors close I break the kiss and walk into the hall. You're flushed but realize no one has seen anything, put your clothes back in place and follow me down the hall. 

When we get to the room's door and I turn to face you. "I have a big surprise for you dear." You ask what, and I smile, reach into my pocket and bring out a thin white leather collar, with a single row of studs along it's center. "Today you are going to be my slave. You are to do everything I say, no exceptions, and tell me how much you enjoy doing it. If you do, then today will be an incredible experience for you. If you don't, you will be punished. Do you understand and will you comply?" The evil grin on my face makes you nervous, but you manage to stammer "yes."

"Put your collar on slave." I hand it to you and with shaky hands you manage to secure it around your neck. I smile give you a kiss, and with a hidden motion attach a lead to the collar. I look up and down the hall, and seeing it clear I tell you to get on your knees. You do so, I open the door and lead you through it, you crawling on all fours; I warn you not to rip your stockings. 

The room is bright, with the curtains open wide. It has a single huge bed in it, but otherwise is unremarkable. When we are inside I shut and bolt the door. I lead you into the center of the room, to where a chair is sitting in the middle of the floor. As you crawl past the bathroom you get to see the whole room, and that is when you realize we are not alone. Sitting tucked around the corner is a woman sitting on the side of the bed. She looks to be in her 20s, has long brown wavy hair settling around her shoulders. What you notice first is her outfit and how it shows of her athletic body. She is wearing a tight black leather sheath dress, lacing up the side, short at the bottom, and a deep scoop neck showing her full breasts. Her legs are crossed, encased in thigh high shiny boots. You freeze in mid crawl, embarrassed about being caught acting and dressed like you are. 

She stands up and walks over towards, her heels clicking rhythmically on the floor. "So, is this the young filly you told me about?" I smile. "Yes, and I'm quite proud of her" I reply. "Display her for me" she requests. I pull you up to your feet by the collar and make you stand on the chair. I then direct you to pirouette. Your cheeks are burning as you comply, feeling like a piece of meat, but you can't help but feel yourself getting wetter. She makes comments about your body and clothing, but they are complementary. Her approval warms you inside, and you stand a little straighter. I stop you and you look at both of us standing together, looking you up and down. She turns to me "So, what do you want me to do with her?" she asks. 

"My slave has expressed a desire to make love with a woman, and I thought you could break her in for me Mistress Julie" I'm grinning as I say it. "I'd like nothing better, let me have her" she replies. You're shocked as I hand the lead over to her, smiling at you as I do. She instructs you to step down and pulls you towards the bed. The two of you end up standing at the end of the bed, and I sit down on the chair you just vacated. Julie removes the leash and drops it to the floor. She takes your face in her hands and leans forward and softly kiss you on the lips. Her skin is so soft, and you feel her tongue slid between your lipsticked lips, exploring your mouth urgently but gently. You feel yourself melt, your hands coming up from your sides and attempting to hug her. She breaks the kiss, spins you around so your facing the bed, bends you over and you spanks you once firmly on the ass. She then spins you back to face her, again cradling your face. Your bum burns from her hot touch as she stares into your eyes " You only do as I tell you, understand?" You nod and whisper "Yes Mistress." 

"Take you sweater off," she commands. You pull it over your head and place it on the corner of the bed. "Now put your hands behind your neck and interlace your fingers. You do as she directs, feeling terribly exposed. As first her eyes then her hands run over your neck, shoulders, arms, breasts and belly you wonder if she can feel your heart pounding in your chest. She reaches around behind you to unzip your skirt; she has to move close to you to do this, and you can smell her perfume and feel the leather of her dress against your bare skin. With a zip and a tug your skirt falls to the floor, pooling around your feet. She pulls your soaking wet panties down, and you feel the trail of cum they leave down your upper thighs as they pass by. She lifts your legs and you step out of them. Standing in front of you she brings them to her face, sniffing them deeply. She smiles, then snakes her tongue out and licks some of your cream up and brings it into her mouth. "Mmmm, I love vegetarians, they taste soooo good" she purrs. She tosses them to me, and I do the same thing as you watch, licking your cum from the material. 

She wiggles out of her dress, and you see she is naked underneath, her shaved pussy glistening with excitement. Tossing it aside she grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you down to your knees. She puts on booted foot up on the bed and looks down at you. You look up at her expectantly, and being so low you can smell her arousal. "Taste me slave" she orders, and draws your face between her thighs. You stick your tongue out slowly and eventually contact her hot wet lips. She moans, pulls you in closer, and orders you to continue. She tastes great, and you begin to lick and suck all you can, copying what I do to you. She moans louder and tells you what a good girl you are. You service her for a long time before she pushes you away and tosses you to the bed. She crawls on too, and then pulls you on top of her in the 69 position. Both of you lap away with wild abandon, and you now find yourself copying her own movements on your pussy - she is sooo good at it, and it makes you want to do good to her too. 

After awhile she stops eating you and begins moaning, describing to me all you are doing and how you are making her feel. She is using her fingers inside you, causing you to thrust back against her hand. She then stops talking and you look down between your bodies to see what is up and see her sucking my cock which is dangling over her face. You feel a bit jealous and start to pull away, but her hand traps your head to her pussy, and you hear her laugh "I'm just warming him up for you slave." After a few minutes you feel my hardness at your entrance, and you push back hard against me, staining to take my size. Once I am in she begins licking you again, right on your clitty, her tongue darting to where we join as I slide in and out of you. 

I pump hard into you, and you marvel between the softness of her womanhood and the hardness of my manhood. We move like a well-oiled machine, and in no time at all we cum, me deep inside you, her slicking your face, and you clamping down on me. I pull out and our mixed juices pour out onto her face. She pulls you up to her face, and I order you to clean her face. You lick up all our cum as the two of you rub your pussies together, cumming once again. I kneel beside you and take your face in my hands, turning your eyes to me. 

"We still have all day," I say with a smile...



Slave's First Day



Pulling up into the gravel driveway, I felt my insides quiver. The steering wheel felt slick as my palms sweated with eagerness and nerves. Even though no one touched me, I felt my skin tingle at the thought of the man inside the house.

Over a year ago, I had begun to speak to him over the Internet. Through exchanged pictures, and text messages, he had become my master. Now, I was here to meet him. He had requested that, upon seeing him the first time, I be wearing nothing but a long jacket. Underneath it, I was completely bare. I felt my nipples harden, rubbing against the smooth fabric inside the jacket.

The house was unremarkable; a wooden house painted a nice blue with two windows in the front. It was not overly large or small, but seemed to fit in with the rest of the neighborhood perfectly. My thighs were wet with my juices because I could not rid myself of the excitement I was feeling.

Climbing carefully out of my car, so as not to give any neighbors an accidental flash, I closed the door and locked it behind me. The walk up to the door was only about five steps but it felt like miles to me. I could not wait to reach that step. My breasts bounced gently as I reached the door and pressed the bell with shaky hands.

A man opened the door and at the sight of him, my pulse quickened. He was not overly attractive, and he was much older than me, however it was not his image that appealed to me but the knowledge of what he could do to me. With a friendly smile, he took my hand and pulled me inside. The moment I was inside the door, he let go of my hand, and turned to stare meaningfully at me. I knew what he wanted. The coat slid from my arms and dropped to the floor.

Raising my hands to meet behind my head, and pushing my left foot out, I assumed the position in which I had taken so many pictures for him. Inspection seemed to be one of his favorite positions for me. It allowed him to see my body perfectly. 36C breasts dangling flawlessly from my chest, I felt my cunt begin to drip. He circled me, being very careful not to touch me the first time around. I felt his eyes roaming up and down my perfect, eighteen-year-old body, and I loved it. I did not feel nervous because he had already seen my naked body from plenty of angles. Then, he bent to a table next to the door, and picked something up. At first I didn't know what it was, but then I felt the rubber butt plug being inserted into my still very tight anus. A small moan escaped my lips, which caused him to glance up and smile. 

"Very nice, I am glad to see you, dear," he greeted me.

Immediately, I responded, "I am glad to see you as well, sir."

With a small gesture, he allowed me to get out of inspection position, and motioned for me to follow him. The hallway leading from the front room had three doors. The first was a bathroom, the second clearly his bedroom, and the third a guest room that he had transformed. The bed had a head- and footboard with two thick ropes attached to both. On a table next to the bed laid the largest array of bondage materials I had ever seen in my short experience. An incredibly long rope drew my attention first. It looked smooth, but very thick. Next to it sat a shorter, but still rather long rope with knots tied every inch or so. Occupying the rest of the table were handcuffs, chains, gags, leather cuffs, and every kind of dildo, vibrator and toy I could imagine. Automatically, I felt my cunt tighten, and my ass tightened around the butt plug. It was a little larger than I was used to, but he knew that. He wanted it to be bigger because he knew I would feel it more.

As we entered the room, he turned, locked the door behind us, and then motioned for me to stand in front of him.

"Inspection," he uttered simply, and my body immediately complied. Now, in the safety of this locked room, he took the time to inspect my body more thoroughly. His rough hands roamed all over my breasts first, tugging gently at the nipples, and twisting them around 180 degrees. When a sound of pleasure escaped my lips, he glanced up, looking confused.

"Ah, right" he mumbled, seemingly to himself.

Leaving me standing in my position, he strode over to the table and picked something up. When he returned, I felt something shoved into my mouth and a strap being buckled behind my head. It was a ball gag, which I had never used before. My lips closed around it, and I felt my tongue automatically testing the thing that had been inserted into my mouth. It forced my mouth open at an awkward angle, and I could already feel the muscles cramping. Yet it served its purpose because when he went back to kneading my breasts between his fingertips, nothing but a soft sound escaped the gag.

After a bit more tweaking and pulling, he reached into his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be nipple clamps. My breathing sped up, and my heart began to race. I had never used nipple clamps before, only clothespins which I was sure were much more gentle. I started to lift my arms to protest, but a sharp slap against my breasts stopped me. I was not to move from Inspection until instructed to do so.

With a snap, he attached a clamp to my right nipple. Immediately, I felt the pain emanating from that sensitive area of my body. But, as with the clothespins, it was a pain that I rather enjoyed. When he snapped the second one on, I didn't even flinch. Now, with these devices attached securely to my body, he glanced up and smiled at me. I watched him, unable to smile with the gag in my mouth. Slowly, he reached up and flicked first the left clamp and then the right. Each time, a small squeak escaped the gag. Goosebumps, from anticipation, pain and pleasure, covered my body.

Once again leaving me, my master walked away and then returned with the long rope. I felt it being wrapped around my neck once, and then being pulled against the skin of my breasts. After only a few seconds I realized he was tying a breast harness around me, and succumbed to the amazing feeling of being used as his toy. He loved seeing me in any kind of harness, but the breast harness was his favorite. He tied it artfully, a bit tighter than I was used to, but I trusted him to know what I could withstand. When he finished, he tugged the end of the rope out, pulling the ropes as tight as he could. As they bit into my skin, I couldn't help but love the feeling of my tender flesh pressing against the thick rope.

Now he pulled me by my forearm over toward the bed, and I was instructed to lie down on my back. I complied willingly, knowing my already wet cunt would now be soaked in my juices. The nipple clamps and butt plug were sending wonderful sensations to my pussy.

My master pulled one arm up, and tied it to one of the ropes attached to the headboard. Then he did the same with the other arm, tying them both at the wrist. Next he tied both my ankles, rather far apart. I was surprised when he put a spreader bar between them and closed the cold metal cuffs around both my ankles right below the rope. With my ankles spread this far apart, my ass and cunt were perfectly accessible. Next he took a long length of rope from beneath the bed and passed it through the harness on one side of my chest, threw it underneath the bed and then pulled it up to tie it around the other side of the harness. My upper half was now fairly secure against the bed. He smiled and flicked the nipple clamps again, winning another high-pitched moan from me. With a deviant smile across his lips, Master ran his fingertips from my shoulder all the way around my breasts and down to my cunt. His fingers traced the lips tantalizingly and I silently begged him to touch me. But he knew that this was what I wanted, and refused.

With a smile, he pulled a chair up next to me, sat, and reached around my head to unfasten the ball gag.

"Well, my lovely little slave, how are you feeling?"

I was very horny at this point, and it took all my will not to beg him to fuck me, "I am good, Master."

"Good," he replied, seeming to mull the word over, "Let's see if we can change that."

I felt my face contort in confusion as he refastened the gag and stood up. Picking up a thinner rope, he attached it to both of the nipple clamps and threw the remaining length up over a support beam in the ceiling. My nipples burned with pain as he tugged on the rope until it pulled my breasts up taught. Then he tied the end around the headboard of the bed and pulled it a little bit tighter. I could feel heat coming from my nipples as the clamps bit into them and pulled my breasts painfully. It was all I could do to keep from screaming with the pain. But now I knew what game he was playing. Although it had never become this intense, he had often tested me to see how much pain I could take. The longer I managed to hold out, the better chance I would not be punished for asking him to stop.

This time, however, he did not sit down again and ask how I was. He pulled an item from the table, and yanked the butt plug out. A sense of emptiness filled my lower regions. Under his guidance, I had grown so used to having my holes filled with toys that whenever I took them out, I almost felt I was missing something. The sensation was gone in a moment though as I felt something cold and soft being rubbed against my asshole. He inserted one finger in, turning it in a small circle inside my ass. Then he pulled it out, and I knew what he was doing. My Master was lubing up my asshole. I began to prepare myself for whatever he was going to do to me next.

But nothing could have prepared me for the huge dildo he shoved into my ass next. It must have been at least three inches in diameter, which was much more than I was used to. Unable to hold it in, I moaned loudly against the ball gag. He smirked and pushed the dildo in as far as the ring at the end where my anus would tighten to hold it in place. I could feel my ass throbbing against the hard dildo inside it, and for the first time so far, my wrists strained against the ropes that bound them. Before I met him, this feeling would have disgusted me and I would have felt the urge to rip the dildo out. Now, being filled like this made me tremble with the need to rub or touch myself somehow. A sharp slap against my cunt forced me to stop straining against the ropes, as Master came and sat beside me again. Still, he did not remove the ball gag. From under the table, he pulled a small can of clothespins. My body tensed as I began to comprehend what he was going to do. The already searing pain in my breasts worsened as he fastened clothespin after clothespin on the tender skin of my tits. I squirmed and moaned, not even trying to keep quiet now. Finally, he was done, and I counted ten clothespins on each breast. That, combined with the nipple clamps, and the breast harness, made me feel as if my breasts were hugely swollen. The lightest touch sent me into spasms of pleasure. He continued to smirk at me, and every now and then reached over and tweaked a clothespin with his fingers. If he had taken the ball gag out, I would have begged for him to stop.

But instead, he just sat there, for a full ten minutes. I knew how long it was because there was a clock on the far wall right within my view. He laughed at me, and tortured me with his small, light touches. After ten minutes, he grinned evilly and opened a drawer on the table. In his hand was a thick black permanent marker. He set it on the table and then set to the task of removing the clothespins. Each time he released one from my skin, a sharp burning sensation made me gasp in pain. The sensation of the blood rushing back into the skin was nearly unbearable; I bit my tongue to keep from making noise. When all the clothespins were removed, I lay stunned for several minutes before I noticed what he was doing.

The marker glided across the skin of my tummy. A glance down told me that my tits were already covered in his markings. I couldn't read what he wrote, but that was alright; I knew he must plan to show me. It would be no fun if I did not see the humiliating things he wrote on me. After finishing my stomach, he continued on to my thighs. It took him barely five minutes to finish whatever he was writing. Then he pulled out a camera, snapped a picture of my body, and showed me the screen.

Across my tits, he had written "Master's playthings". All over my belly were the words, "Whore", "slut", "skank", and "slave". Then, he had drawn an arrow pointing down to my cunt and written, "Master's cunt". On both of my thighs he had written, "Master's fucktoy".

I should have been insulted by these words, but instead, I felt my pussy dripping fluid out onto the bed. There was a growing pool of my juice underneath my thighs. I tightened my muscles, trying to keep from showing Master how turned on I was. But he knew. Of course he knew. He slid one finger into my throbbing cunt, causing me to shudder and moan, and brought it up to my cheek. With an evil smile, he slid the fluid all over my left cheek. Then he repeated the process with my right. Master continued this until my entire face and breasts were wet and sticky with my juices. I watched him with glazed eyes as he reached back to the table.

Being covered in my juices also severely turned me on. I felt so used, and it only worsened the dripping sensation between my spread thighs. I wondered why he refused to touch my cunt. Couldn't he at least just finger me for a moment? I long for the feeling of having something inside that wet, throbbing hole. As he turned back, I hoped that he would have something to put in me.

But instead, he held a pair of leather cuffs. After untying my wrists, he fastened the cuffs around them and laid them on my stomach. Then he took of the spreader bar, and unclamped my nipples. The feeling of blood returning to them stung, and I couldn't help but whimper at the sensation. Next he untied the rope secured to my breast harness. Finally, he untied my ankles from the bedposts, and pulled me into a sitting position. When he stood me up and began to fasten the coat around my naked body, I listened fervently to his words.

"Alright, now a very good friend of mine lives two doors down at house number 328. You are to walk down the sidewalk, to his house, and ring the doorbell. When you go into the house, he will do whatever he likes with you. Do you understand what I want from you?"

My head spun as he finished his instructions. Since the ball gag prevented me from speaking, I simply nodded my head. I had not known he was going to do this. Although we had spoken of it before, and I had made it known to him that I had no objection to his allowing his friends to use me, he had not told me he would be doing it this time. Of course, he didn't have to; he was allowed to do what he wanted with me.

So when he pushed me toward the open front door with a huge dildo in my ass, and a ball gag protruding from my mouth, I walked through it without fighting. I heard the lock click behind me. Now, humiliation swept over me. He had made no move to cover the gag, and now anyone who looked at me could see it. There was already a woman one house over, staring unashamed at my strange clothing, bare feet, and gag. However, she must have been used to it because she simply shook her head, and went back to her garden. Steeling myself against the embarrassment, I made my way down the steps and to the sidewalk. I knew that I was leaving a trail of my juices as they ran down my legs.

Walking up the steps to house 328, I forced myself to breathe deeply. Whoever this man was, I would allow him to do whatever he wanted to me. With trembling, cuffed hands, I rang the bell.

The man who answered the door wore nothing but a pair of plaid shorts. He appeared to be in his early-thirties, was about five foot ten inches tall, and very well muscled. I met his eyes timidly.

A large smile broke across his face.

"Well, well, well, I should have known he would deliver on his promise. You are absolutely gorgeous. Come in, slut."

His casual use of the word did not affect me. I had grown used to my master using it. When he closed the door behind me, I turned and faced him obediently. His fingers flew to the buttons of my coat, unfastening them hastily. I saw his eyes roam across my face and then he chuckled. As he leaned in towards me, and sniffed, the chuckling grew louder. 

"Well, someone made a mess of you, didn't they, whore?"

I nodded, feeling his fingers roam across the skin underneath the coat. When he finally undid the last button, he threw the coat off, and stared at me. A growing smirk pulled his lips up slowly, as his eyes traveled over the words written across my tits, and above my aching dripping cunt. Without another word, he yanked me by the cuffs down the hall and into a bedroom. Throwing me down onto the bed, he put his hands on the clasp of the ball gag.

"I like to hear my sluts moan when I take them," he explained to me as he unfastened the gag and threw it to the side. 

Just as the gag was ripped from my mouth, I felt his hand go down to my thighs, and rub in between them. From my lips came a sound, a desperate, hungry, animal sound. I needed something, and badly.

Bringing his other hand down, he forced my thighs open wide, and positioned himself between them. When his fingers reached my asshole, he paused, confused, and felt the thing in it. Then understanding crossed his face, and the smile returned. Withdrawing his hand from between my thighs, he pulled his shorts down, and then the boxers underneath. A shudder went through me at the sight of his huge cock. It was at least nine inches long, and wider than the dildo in my ass. I forced my hands to lie obediently on my tummy and not reach for that huge instrument of pleasure. Longing for it to be inside me sent waves of desperation down into my cunt. His fingers traced the words on my tits, my stomach and surrounding my sopping hole. The grin on his lips seemed permanent now.

"Slut, skank, Master's fucktoy," he read, "Well, Master gave you to me for a while honey, and I can do whatever I want. Any requests?"

In my clouded, foggy, overly stimulated mind, only one thing repeated itself over and over again. With trembling gasps, I answered, "Please, fuck me, sir."

The grin grew wider, and then he pulled his fingers from between my aching lips, wet with my juice and spread it all across my belly. Then he pulled my knees up, positioned his cock at the entrance of my cunt and slammed into me.

My entire world exploded with pleasure. I clutched at the skin of my tummy as his huge monster rammed into me and filled every inch of my hole. I felt him hit the cervix, and cried out with intense pleasure as he pushed against it again and again. My cunt felt swollen, stretched to its limit, and still I wanted more. Screaming and squirming against his bed, I yelled out, "Oh, please harder sir!"

He continued to smile, but now I noticed his labored breathing, as he quickened his pace, and abused my cunt. Gasping, and clenching my fists, I felt my climax approaching, and knew he was nowhere near his. When that wonderful feeling enveloped me, I cried out, begging him to stop, but he did not listen. Of course not, I hadn't expected him to. Instead he thrust into me with all his strength time and time again. I had never been with a man who had such amazing stamina. It must have been at least half an hour before he started grunting, and I knew he was close. My muscles clenched involuntarily, pulling him further inside me as he thrust once, twice, three times, harder than he had before. Something wet, and warm shot into my pussy as I moaned beneath his hands. After another exhausted thrust, he pulled his huge cock from between my cunt lips, and threw himself on the bed beside me. I could feel his cum dripping from my hole, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. For the first time, I noticed another man, standing off to the side, stroking his cock. It was not as long as the first man's but was at least an inch thicker. I wondered how a man could be born with such a huge cock.




Slave's First Day



I vaguely remembered him entering the room about ten minutes earlier, and made no move to fight him as he climbed between my legs, and thrust his thick, huge head into my throbbing pussy. Unlike the other man, he spoke while he fucked me, muttering things like, "yeah, you dirty slut, oh yeah". I tried to ignore how much I enjoyed all this, but it was impossible. I felt fluids begin to leak from my cunt again.

But I didn't get to cum again because he didn't have near as much stamina as the first man. After only about five minutes, I heard him begin to pant and groan. Instead of filling me with his liquids, he pulled out, and the stuff sprayed into a puddle on my tummy. With a sick smile, he reached up, and spread it all over my stomach and tits. I lay there, trembling, and exhausted by all this. But it was not over.

Before I was allowed to leave, two more men showed themselves. They both came inside me, and I thanked God I was on the pill. Before it had time to ooze out, one of them pulled out a small egg vibrator, turned it on, and shoved it in to hold in their cum. As they taped the controller to the inside of my thigh, I felt myself already starting to shake with the vibrations in my cunt. One of the men, I was so dazed by all the fucking, I didn't even remember which one, stood me up and buttoned the coat around me. When they fastened the ball gag around my head, I knew it must be time for me to return to Master.

They pushed me out the door, and at least this time, it was darker outside. I couldn't walk fast because my legs were trembling, and felt like Jell-O. The egg inside my cunt only intensified the feeling. I made my way slowly to Master's door and rang the bell.

When he answered it, I felt relief, of all things. I knew that, whatever Master may do to me, he would take care of me too. As he pulled me inside, and took the coat off, I allowed myself to relax a little bit. The first thing he did was remove the ball gag. Letting my mouth hang open, I allowed the sore muscles to relax. Then, his gentle fingers untied the breast harness, which I had nearly forgotten, and pulled it off of me. He pulled me to a bathroom, sat me on the toilet, and wiped down my face and chest with a cool washcloth. Then I was returned to the bed, where he did not remove the leather cuff, but tied it to the bedpost. My ankles were once again tied to the footboard. With a deviant smile, he switched off the egg and pulled it from inside me. Immediately, a rush of the men's cum flooded from my cunt. I saw him smile as he watched it. When it seemed that the worst of it had come out, he pulled a dildo, as thick as the one in my ass, from the drawer on the table. I moaned quietly as he pushed it into my abused pussy. Then he stood and smiled kindly at me.

"You have done well for your first day," he murmured to me. I felt a blanket being pulled over me. Already I felt my eyelids drooping.

"Master," I whispered, my voice slurring with sleep, "Are you going to take the dildo out of my ass?"

He shook his head, and responded, "No, slave I will not. It will be removed tomorrow, for some more play. Sleep now. In the morning, we start again."

With that wonderful prospect on my mind, two dildos shoved deep inside me, and my wrists and ankles tied to the bed, I drifted off to exhausted, satisfied sleep.



Slave's Grocery Day



She stood looking at him in utter disbelief. Her forehead was crinkled in trying to understand the why, when all he did was shake his head no. she watched him walk off to get dressed as she sighed and followed him to get dressed as well.

Later, standing in the doorway to the grocery store she took a deep breath and let it out slowly feeling her stomach sink. There were a lot of people shopping today and she knew this was either going to go bad or worse.

He nodded to her as they made their way over to the produce section. She gulped as her heart galloped into high gear and her palms became sweaty. He chuckled under his breath watching her fidgeting in total discomfort. He turned his attention back to the cucumbers that were glistening from the light water that had washed over them recently. He turned them over in his hand testing their size and length. He glanced at her under his lashes to see her quivering and swallowing. He replaced the one he had for a bigger size. He turned locking his eyes with her, saying in a low but loud voice, this is a good size cucumber to run down between your breasts, over your stomach, and down until it scrapes over your tight hard clit.

He had moved up to her emphasizing what he said by getting the cucumber close to her chest and running it down slowly as he talked of how it was going to be used on her. She thought her heart was going to burst through her chest as he spoke as he drew that cucumber down until he got to her groin then moved it away placing it back down upon all the others. She wiped the sweat off her upper lip as she stood staring at it barely registering that he moved on and when she moved, she could hear the sloppy sounds of wetness between her thighs as she walked over to catch up with him. She groaned inwardly and peeking up looked around, her mouth dropped open to see five men gathered around to see what would be said next. Her cheeks burned bright red as she turned back to her Master, seeing the pear he had and got even brighter in color hearing the soft groans that came from the guys around them.

He noticed how fiery red her cheeks were as he noticed the small crowd had gathered around. He continued, saying, when I lay you on your stomach and after bringing the strap upon your fine white ass cheeks, making them fiery red, then I'll kiss my way down to your ass. He had gotten behind her using the pear to run down her back as he continued in a husky voice. I will dip the pear down between your legs as you spread them wide for me. I will use it in your wetness and then swirl it around your anus to make it pucker with need as it kisses the pear and when it is ready, the pear will invade your tight ass. Her brow had broken out in a sweat and her breath was very hard to control as the wetness dripped more on her thighs, giving her thighs a fine sheen. 

He moved back away from her to replace the pear as she once again stared at it as he made his way to the next section. He stood with an evil grin on his face as he held a small piece of ginger. She gasped out as he held it in front of her face, letting her smell it as he explained to her. This ginger will be my way of getting your clit very hard. He moved to demonstrate as he continued to talk. It will set a fire within, causing the clit to swell as your lips engorge with lust and deep arousal as I rub it coating you and just a light touch to your inner lips. She was stunned as she felt the flow of juice flow down on her thighs and as she moved her legs she heard more wetness being rubbed into her thighs. The collection of gasps that followed brought her mind to where they were and more heated color to her cheeks as her Master continued on down through the aisles to the frozen food section. She swallowed thinking if she could rest her head on the glass of a door it might help with the fever that has built beyond anything she has ever felt. She looked up to see quite a following of people stop behind where they too stopped. She stood looking at them wide eyed and looked back at her Master as he continued. He looked at her proud of how she has yet to orgasm and shake uncontrollably as he continued with this. He wanted to explode but knew he would let her feel that deep in her body when he was done with this in the parking lot. 

He opened the freezer door, placing his hand on a bag of ice as he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him and placed her back against the freezer door. She cried out as the cold door touched her back instantly cooling her. The sultry hot look he gave her had her body back up to the hot volcanic temperature he had her at before she got hit with the cool door. He locked eyes with her saying, when I take three pieces of ice, placing them in my hand and between my fingers, I will use them to run them over your face cheeks, down your elegant neck, to that chest of defined breasts, and then slowly over your nipples as they are hard and tight as they are now. He traced his fingertips over her nipples as he continues telling her. Her sharp intake of breath fans his face as he says in his gruff but husky voice, the ice will partially melt as I move it across your tight abdomen down to that perfect clit and over those petals of softness that encase that steamy pussy in which the ice will be used to cool down as I insert it deeply with my fingers, if there is any left at that time.

He reached down under her skirt pulling it up to hear audible gasps behind them as the crowd was shown a shiny pussy that was soaked as he moved his fingers down and up into her hot cavern of heat. She groaned loudly as he shoved them in deeper and told her that the ice would melt immediately as the heat of her would take over as they are doing with his fingers now. She cried out as he shoved his fingers into her one more time deeper than before as she squirted out with her juices covering his fingers and his wrist. He kissed her hungrily as he kept shoving them into her forgetting everyone around them. He stopped to pull his fingers out of her as he heard all the soft moans and groans from those around him, knowing there would be no more. They moved away with soft murmurs of enjoyment and sorry the show had to end. He chuckled and looked into the wide eyes of his slave.

He grabbed her hand and walked to the front of the store where a cop stood at the door giving him a thumbs up as he moved with his slave to the truck, opening the door and leaning her in, he unzipped his pants not waiting to take them down completely as he shoved his cock into her. He growled deeply from the tightness and how slick she was. He kept shoving into her hard and deep as they both cried out in unison exploding with intense orgasms.



Slave's Introduction



“Are you sure you can be here by 8:30, steve?” Mistress Catherine asks over ICQ. “It’s vital you’re here on time. I have something very special planned.”

“Yes Mistress C, i will be there on time. May i ask the nature of Your plans? Also, may i confirm Your phone number in case something happens?”

Mistress Catherine (Lisa’s Domme name) glares at the message, then sighs, steve is on town on business after all and it could very well hold him up. Besides, he is not a true sub, he is merely playing one for this particular evening. Lisa and Steve are friends but for this one night he is playing at Her new lifestyle, at Her request.

“you will not be informed of My plans until they are about to unfold.

My number is 809 555 6549 but you will be sure that you are not delayed.”

With an apologetic message steve requests, and receives, permission to leave. Mistress Catherine then turns to max, whom She has kept waiting. 

“max, you remember O/our plans for this evening?” 

Mistress Catherine is much less forgiving with this one. he is Her slave. She had received a message from him about something else entirely but something about him drew Her. This quality made Her tell him to read an ad She had online. Max instantly began groveling to be allowed to please Her. She had begun training him immediately and was delighted with his progress. He was at Her beck and call, except for the one night he chickened out and failed to show. As a result, T/they hadn’t yet met in person – tonight was the night. It was his last chance. 

max’s reply was immediate, “Yes Mistress, i am to be at Your home at 9:15. No sooner, no later.”

“Very good max, smiles approvingly, you are coming along very nicely. Do you remember what W/we discussed about safe words?”

“this one beams with pleasure at the praise, Yes Mistress, the safe word is SUNFLOWER and it is to be used only if i am in pain above what is pleasurable or if i am scared. Then the scene will be renegotiated, Mistress.”

“Excellent! If you are late you will be punished, if you are on time you will be rewarded. Do NOT disappoint Me again! you will not get away with not showing up again. I was too lenient. Now, I have a lot to do before you get here. See you later.”

Lisa signed off and turned around, “And are you ready, My love?”

Jamie smiled down at his wife and nodded. In all other things they were equal in their relationship, but when she discovered her Dominant self he began to sub for Her, in scenes negotiated and agreed on. Tonight he was the favoured sub. Mistress Catherine had given him a certain amount of power over the others. And while they know that steve is definitely bi, max is professed to be curious and inexperienced. This would be his introduction to the pleasures of gay sex.

Mistress Catherine smiled at the growing bulge in jamie’s pants. She knew he was looking forward to this evening a great deal. A virgin ass was a treat. Training a new mouth to suck cock was a real bonus. 

Grinning, jamie said, “It’s seven now, we have an hour and a half, what are we going to do with it?”

She rose from the chair, “We are going into the bathroom and I am going to prepare you. Enjoy the attention!” She winked at him and sashayed into the bathroom.

At 8:25 jamie was shaved, washed and nude, save for a short silk robe, and wearing a cock and ball restraint. He was standing, eyes down, ready to open the door for steve. Mistress Catherine said She had to make sure the dungeon was ready. He wondered exactly what She was planning for tonight, his cock throbbed……

……Mistress Catherine stood in the door to the dungeon, leaning against the jamb. She grinned at the wicked effect She had created. She loved the dungeon, and was very proud of the work T/they had done. In fact She loved the whole house. When They had inherited a bundle of money from Her great aunt they had designed and built a new house. The dungeon was, appropriately, in the basement. The contractors thought it was a wine cellar.

Together She and Jamie had carpeted it in a chocolate brown Berber. The walls were paneled in oak stained the same colour as the carpet. Recessed spot lights, connected to individual switches, offered custom lighting options. She played with those switches until She had lit a few key spots. 

In one corner stood an armoire which, when closed, blended into the décor so well most people missed it the first time they were in the room. It stood open, a spotlight shining down on the doors and interior lights showcased the contents. 

The doors held rows of hooks. On one door these hooks held various small forms of restraint; nipple clamps; handcuffs; gags; Gates of Hell; 3 piece cock & ball dividers and a leather cock cage. The other door held instruments of punishment; cat o’ nines; paddles of varying widths and materials; whips and crops.

The shelves were built on angles to better display the items. Dildos of every material, size and colour; various butt plugs; Ben Wa balls; a pair of two inch orgasm balls and vibrators, including bullets on remotes. Also displayed were a couple of cock cages and one humbler was prominently visible on the bottom shelf. 

The drawers held straps for the dildos; straps for holding in butt plugs; an assortment of condoms; lotions that helped heal the skin; other lotions that increased skin sensitivity and tubes of lubricant. There was also a first aid kit and shaving stuff. 


Another spotlight revealed a table Mistress Catherine had built into the room. It was a doctor’s office exam table. There were holes for stirrups, like in a gyn/ob’s office. The stirrups were in place. They were the kind that spread the legs wide and shoved the knees high, displaying a slave’s jewels perfectly. There were also arm restraints and a way to secure the head.

Mistress Catherine grinned with glee at the thoughts these items invoked, and the uses She would put them to tonight. She double checked the shower stall to be sure it was stocked and clean. Then She turned Her attention to the final area lit. 

This was Punishment Corner. Two spot lights filled the corner with light. It was in the opposite corner to the armoire, close to the whips. From the ceiling hung three industrial hooks. Two were placed close to the wall, to spread the arms, and the center hook had a pair of wrist cuffs on a length of chain. The whole set up gave Mistress Catherine the choice between spreading the arms or not. About six inches from the floor there was ankle shackles. She definitely hoped that someone would need punished tonight…..

……jamie opened the door before steve had a chance to knock. He knew the sensor would alert Her that steve was here. When steve entered the house jamie closed the door then turned to the other man.

Holding out his hand jamie said, “Good to finally meet you in person steve!’

Steve shook his hand, “Likewise jamie, I’m looking forward to tonight.”

‘we haven’t much time. Our Mistress will be here any second,” jamie glanced up the hall, “Are you sure you want to do this? It means giving Her all control.”

When steve assented jamie told him to strip quickly and hand over his clothes. Jamie took a hanger out of the closet by the door. he quickly hung up steve’s clothes, then removed a collar that was hanging on a hook and snapped it around steve’s neck. Then he snapped one around his own neck and quickly dropped his robe to the floor. He pulled steve to his knees just in time for Mistress Catherine arrive.

She smiled, “steve! I’m so glad you made it.” She extended her hand as She looked him over. He was a little overweight but carried it well on his six foot frame. She followed the line of hair over his chest and down his belly to a well trimmed thatch of pubic hair. Her slow perusal of his body had excited him and She saw that he was starting to thicken and harden.

Steve took Her hand and kissed the back rather than shaking it, “As am I, Mistress Catherine, I’m sure it will be a pleasurable time.”

She hadn’t heard his voice before but it was definitely seductive. And compelling. Mistress Catherine shook off the spell his voice created and curled Her fingers into Her palm. “This will indeed be an interesting night!’

Turning from them She reached into a drawer labeled SCARVES She surprised both men by pulling out two supple leather leashes and snapping them to their collars. She then slowly but steadily pulled on steve’s leash until he was at Her level. Then She slowly explored his mouth with Hers, pulling back when he tried to control the kiss. She kissed him till he was panting and hard as stone. She turned to jamie and did the same. 

Reaching back into the drawer she pulled out two 3 piece cock and ball separators. Quickly She dressed them both in these bits of leather and steel. 

Mistress Catherine stepped back, threw Her arms wide and said, “So My steve, what do you think?”

Steve looked Her up and down, slowly. She was wearing a black leather bra-less bustier. Thin leather straps criss-crossed over Her breasts, coming up over Her shoulders. Her ass, hips and pussy were covered by a black leather micro-mini. She wore black, silk stay-up stockings and 4 inch heels.

Steve licked his lips, “May I speak plainly Mistress?” At Her nod he continued, “ You have toned up a lot since W/we first met. You looked wonderful then, now You are absolutely fantastic!”

She laughed with delight. Checking Her watch, a chain link band with a small clock face, She turned and tugged on their leashes till they started moving.

“I think W/we have enough time to see where most of the action will take place,” She said as She led the way to the dungeon. Once there, steve whistled in appreciation. She gave them leave to explore the room. She decided it was time to go back upstairs within a few minutes.

In the living room She sat on a couch and mentioned that She was thirsty. Immediately jamie left the room and She heard ice dropping into a glass. steve was still standing in the middle of the room. So She used the leash to pull him to his knees on the floor.

“This is the only time I’m going to tell you,” She said softly, “so pay attention. You are on your knees, at all times, unless I tell you otherwise. you will have your hands clasped behind your back and your eyes on the floor. your knees will be spread wide, buttocks on your heels.” 

She gave him one minute to adjust his position. When he stopped moving She eyed him critically. Reaching behind a couch cushion She pulled out a crop and smacked him on the inner thigh. “Wider!”

steve spread his knees until he thought his groin muscles would tear and watched as a red welt appeared on his thigh. Mistress Catherine smiled and looked at Her watch as jamie came in with her drink. “It’s 9:13”

Immediately jamie rose and went to the door to wait. She called after him and told him to remove his leash and put it on max’s collar. She sat silently, watching steve, as She listened to the door open and close. She smiled when She heard the furiously whispered conversation drift from the entryway. She knew what it was about, max didn’t want to wear the leash and collar. 

jamie walked into the room with leash and collar in hand, his expression of annoyance transforming to one of chagrin and apology the moment he saw his wife. She smiled at him in reassurance and he relaxed. Behind him max walked in. She noticed he was still wearing his boxers.

“Hello Mistress,” he said, looking Her boldly in the eye.

Shaking Her head She approached him, crop behind Her back, “you have forgotten your training max, I cannot have that. Why are you still dressed?” Her voice was so pleasant max missed Her command to jamie for scissors. 

Stepping close to max, She towered over his 5’ 10” frame. She made the height advantage as intimidating as possible and his eyes widened as it dawned on him that he was in trouble. When he saw Her raise an eyebrow he realized She was still waiting for an answer.

Clearing his throat he stammered, “But i am not dressed Mistress.”

She grabbed the waistband of his boxers, “Oh?” Accepting the scissors from jamie, She slipped the crop into Her skirt. She cut the boxers off and let them drop to the floor. 

“Now you are nude,” Mistress Catherine said. Reaching up to a shelf She pulled down a tiny fuchsia whip. It was about 6 inches long, with about 25 four inch ‘legs.’ max almost laughed when She looked at him with intent to punish, that little thing couldn’t hurt anyone. She played with his cock until it was standing straight out in front of him and he was gasping with desire. Then, with an expert flick of the wrist, She brought the whip across his cock once, twice and then a third time. max yelped and his faced burned as the pain registered. 

“Get that collar on him jamie. Now.”

The collar was quickly snapped around his neck. Using the leash She raised his chin until he was looking Her in the eye. 

“you came here as My slave,” She said in a dangerously quiet voice, “you will obey without question. you will strip as soon as you enter My house. I will not hear a word from you unless I tell you to speak. Is that perfectly clear?” She lifted the leash a notch further when he started to nod.

“Y-yes Mistress,” max stammered.

“To help you remember your place your name will be stripped from you as well. you will only be addressed as slave. Is that clear slave?”

“Yes Mistress,” slave gulped.

“jamie? steve? Is that clear to you as well?”

Both men answered in the affirmative and She pushed slave to his knees. She told steve to position slave properly and he moved quickly to do it. jamie handed his Mistress the drink She requested earlier and She sipped it thoughtfully as She considered what to do with slave. A grin slowly formed as Her devious mind formulated a plan. jamie saw the look and almost felt sorry for slave. 

Yanking on the leash and telling the subbies to follow She forced slave to crawl behind Her as She headed for the stairs. slave stumbled, almost falling, as he crawled down to the basement, She waited until he got his footing. When T/they reached bottom She strode to the open dungeon door.

Once T/they were all in Mistress Catherine flipped one more switch to illuminate a swing. The swing was hung from a single industrial hook and turned 360°. The swing itself was a series of straps hanging from a triangle support frame. Straps supported the ass and back of the occupant and thigh cuffs held the legs high and apart. It allowed totally free access to the body in it. 

“Put slave in the swing.” 

Mistress Catherine didn’t have to ask twice. jamie and steve immediately lifted the surprised slave and strapped him into the swing while She went to the armoire and found a pair of handcuffs. She secured his hands to the support bar above his head. Slave struggled briefly as She went to the armoire again, taking jamie. This time She brought back two cock harnesses, one 3 ring Gates of Hell and a thick 8 inch dildo. 

Kneeling in front of steve She commanded him to stroke himself. When he was hard She strap a 3 piece cock and ball harness to him. his cock looked quite lovely strapped up that way. She beckoned to jamie and had him do the same. She bound jamie up in a simple cock ring and ball strap. 

“There!” She said happily, “That will hold you both.” She took the last item from jamie and approached slave. As She got closer to him he began to shake his head.

“No, no Mistress! I am not ready for that!”

She left him no choice. Turning Her back to him She spoke to jamie and steve. “Prepare him. steve, you play with his nipples and cock. jamie, you lick his balls and ass. Now. slave, you are not to make a sound.”

Both men leapt to do Her bidding and soon slave’s protests were mixed with cries of pleasure. 

Shaking Her head at his continued disobedience, 

She went back to the armoire, this time bringing back a ball gag. She strapped it around his head and listened with pleasure to the moans that were the only sound left to him. She slipped a rubber glove over Her hand and grabbed a tube of KY.

Pretty soon he was very aroused and his eyes were closed in pleasure. Mistress Catherine had been waiting for this moment. She snapped Her fingers and both subs left slave swinging slightly, his eyes were slow to open but they whipped open when he felt Her fingers probing his anus. She slipped one inside, then another, twisting and stretching. When She had 3 fingers spread out in his ass She nodded and withdrew them. jamie and steve watched from their knees nearby. 

She made slave watch as She lovingly lubed up the huge dildo. His head twisted from side to side and his eyes grew wide, muffled yells coming from behind the gag. 

“Ahhh slave, you are being so uncooperative! This could have been so much more pleasurable for you. As it is you are going to have this in your ass and hold it there. Every time you let it slip you will get a lash from My whip. Is that understood?” 

The wide-eyed young man nodded frantically. She placed the head of the dildo at his anus and began inserting it. slave tried twisting away from the object, causing himself pain.

“Hold him!” She snapped. The subs leapt to do Her bidding. “Now slave, push against the toy, it will be easier, although you are spread wide open from My fingers.”

Not caring overly much whether he listened or not She continued pushing the dildo in steadily until it was all the way in.

“Now hold it. Do not let it drop, fifteen lashes if you do. Remember, one lash for every inch that shows,” She turned from him to face the other two. “Now boys,” She grinned. “What to do with you? Let’s put steve on the bed shall W/we?” She turned slave to face the bed, locked the swing in position and walked over. She inserted the stirrups and gestured for steve to position himself. jamie lifted his legs into the stirrups and strapped them down. Mistress Catherine stretched steve’s arms over his head and locked them in place. She loosely strapped his down too. 

She told jamie to pull out the padded supports around the bed and then told him he could do what he liked with steve’s cock. jamie grinned and knelt between steve’s upright thighs. he began to suck steve’s cock and steve moaned. Taking it a step further jamie ran his mouth all over steve’s cock, then over his balls, sucking each one into his mouth and rolling it around. Next he moved his mouth down to steve’s ass and began licking up and down the crack, tonguing his hole. Steve groaned in pleasure and strained at his bonds.

Meanwhile, Mistress Catherine climbed up on the supports by his head and placed Her pussy over his mouth. “Eat Me boy!”

steve was only too happy to comply and began lapping at Her cunt. Almost immediately after he began sucking on Her clit She screamed Her orgasm. Then She heard a thump and looked over at slave. He had let the dildo fall to the floor. She told jamie to continue with what he was doing, and gave him permission to fuck steve if he wanted. He jumped to his feet and ran to the armoire to grab a condom. 

Mistress Catherine stalked over to slave and ripped his gag off. “What do you have to say for yourself animal? I gave you a simple order!”

he stuttered his apologies, “i-i’m s-sorry Mistress, i couldn’t hold on any longer!” he almost shook with fear. 

Shaking Her head She released him from the straps and dragged him over to the punishment corner. She muscled his ankles into the restraints then stretched his arms up and strapped him into the double cuffs hanging from the middle hook. Then She left him there to ponder his fate. 

Going back to the bed She watched as jamie slowly slid his cock into steve’s eager ass. Steve groaned as jamie pounded into him. After watching them for a couple of minutes, 

Mistress Catherine told them that was enough. jamie almost complained but then remembered his place. he also realized that with the cock harness on it would be a long time before he came anyway.




Slave's Introduction



“I want you two to watch this. jamie, unstrap steve and help him down, then assume positions over there.” She pointed at a spot just to the side of salve. Then She went to the cabinet to fetch a whip. She chose a light-weight one with rounded plain tips. It was a good whip for slave’s introduction to this form of punishment.

She stepped up beside slave and looked down at him. She could see he was beginning to get angry. She smiled, She was enjoying this 

immensely.

“Have you thought about this long enough to dread it yet? I hope so, perhaps next time you’ll remember to obey Me. Fifteen lashes. you will count and thank Me for each one. As in ‘One, thank You Mistress.’ Tell Me you understand.”

“Yes Mistress,” came out from behind gritted teeth.

She stepped behind him and lifted the whip. With an expert flick of the wrist She flicked it just to his side, not touching him. When he flinched She quickly flicked it again, this time slashing him across the upper back, he gasped in shock.

“One! Thank You Mistress.”

With a hiss the whip flew threw the air again and contacted just beside the growing welt. Slave sucked in his breath and his back arched.

“Two! Thank You Mistress!”

Again and again the lash connected with his flesh, leaving red welts crisscrossed over his back, buttocks and upper thighs. Hisssss! 

THWACK!

“Fifteen…..thank You Mistress.” The fight had gone out of him and he sagged against his bonds.

“Fetch the cream jamie.”

jamie went to the drawer holding the first aid kit and got the skin soothing cream. When instructed he rubbed it gently into all the welts while slave tried not to cry.

“Take him down and put him on the table.” Mistress Catherine wiped off and put away Her whip while the subs moved the softly moaning slave. they put him on the table and strapped him down.

“None of you will cum until I say so! jamie, you will take slave’s upper body, steve the lower. Do what you like to him. I will watch.” Nude she settled into the swing so she could watch comfortably. She spread Her thighs and began to slowly stroke her soft lower lips.

jamie and steve grinned at each other. Then 

jamie turned to Lisa, “Mistress, may we have a moment to plan?”

Mistress Catherine considered briefly then She nodded. She wanted to see what they could come up with. jamie and steve conferred at some length. She saw them look at Her several times. After three minutes She cleared Her throat.

After a couple more hurriedly whispered words, steve rushed over and kissed her foot. “Forgive us for being stupid Mistress but we wish to confirm that we may do anything to slave.”

She smiled, “you are forgiven. Short of using paddles or whips you are free to do what you like.” 

steve and jamie grinned, “Thank You Mistress!” steve went to the table and put slave’s legs in the stirrups, exposing his cock, balls and ass to view. Jamie went to the armoire and pulled out scissors, a razor and a can of shaving cream. steve went to the shower and got towels and a cup of water.

jamie began trimming slave’s pubes, picking up curl’s and snipping them off. Slave held his breath while jamie clipped around his cock. Soon slave’s curls were all gone and steve began shaking the can of cream. The sound of the aerosol filled the air briefly. Slave sucked in his breath again at the chill of the cream. he made sure not to move as the razor scraped over his skin. He gasped when steve spread his ass cheeks and spread the cream up and down his crack. Jamie carefully shaved him until he was as smooth as a baby’s bottom.

The two subs dragged slave to the shower and stood him in the spray. Lazily Mistress Catherine turned the swing with one toe so she could watch them. they washed him with thick lather spread on two soft cloths. They slowly swirled the cloths over his chest, back and shoulders, one on each side. Then jamie cupped slave’s balls with a cloth covered hand. As he began to roll them in his palm steve slipped his cloth into the crack of slave’s ass. Jamie’s hand alternated from cock to balls, stroking slave to intense awareness. Meanwhile steve rubbed the sensitive skin from the small of his back to the perineum. Slave’s eyes closed and he started to sway, breathing hard as pleasure overtook him.

A small sound caused the subs to suddenly begin rinsing slave off. Pushing him out of the stall they roughly toweled him off. While jamie went again to the armoire steve dragged a slow slave to punishment corner. He balked, digging in his heels when he saw their destination.

“Move!” snapped Mistress Catherine, ‘they won’t hurt you!’ She smiled and added softly, ‘I won’t let them.”

Obedient, but slow, slave went along. steve told him to lay on the floor near one of the ankle shackles as jamie reached them with full hands. There was a tube of lube, several condoms and a pair of handcuffs.

“Raise your arms over your head,” jamie said. he and steve adjusted the body a little until they were satisfied. he was lying on the floor with his arms over his head, near one of the ankle shackles. Then jamie snapped the cuffs around slave’s wrists and then one of the shackles around the short chain between bracelets. The subs grinned at each other and took their positions on the floor. slave closed his eyes, a little worried about what was going to happen. 

Jamie stretched out on the floor by slave’s head and began nibbling his ear lobe. He whispered, too softly for Mistress to hear [he thought], “we won’t do anything you’re not ready for.” Slave sighed and relaxed. Jamie added, “but you’ll be begging for it all.” He chuckled and began moving his mouth in a slow torturous path over slave’s upper body.

Meanwhile, steve was licking slave’s feet and up his legs. He spread slave’s legs and crawled closer to the well displayed cock and balls. Slave gasped when steve sucked one of his balls into his mouth. Steve swirled his tongue around it, savoring the texture. He moved his mouth to the other testicle and gave it the same treatment. Then he slowly licked up the length of slave’s cock. When steve wrapped his hot mouth around the straining cock slave moaned. 

Jamie straddled slave’s chest and rubbed the head of his cock over slave’s lips. Slave kept his mouth shut. Jamie rubbed a little harder. 

Reluctantly slave opened his mouth. “Lick me,” jamie commanded. Tentatively slave’s tongue came out and tasted the salty tip. Jamie gripped his chin and shoved his cock in the partially open mouth. Slave gagged and tried to move Mistress Catherine cleared Her throat. Jamie smiled. 

Slave opened his mouth and began mimicking the movements of steve’s mouth on his cock. jamie closed his eyes and moaned. He began to slowly thrust his cock in and out. Steve spread slaves knees more and pushed them up. He licked slave’s balls again and moved his mouth lower. He teased the anus in front of him. It was still a little open from the huge dildo MC had put up his ass. Steve wiggled his tongue inside. Slave jumped, nearly dislodging jamie. 

Jamie pulled his cock out of slave’s mouth and turned around. he helped steve out by grabbing slave’s calves and holding his legs up. Steve rimmed slave good, he made a mini cock from his tongue and fucked him with it. slave moaned.

So did Mistress Catherine. She was getting hotter by the second. She suddenly had the need to be filled by a cock. And since slave was doing so well it was going to be his. 

“jamie!” She snapped, “get a condom on slave, steve, get ready for the next step. Give him a condom too jamie.”

Jamie supressed his disappointment and rolled a condom down slave’s cock and then one on steve. He also poured lube on steve and rubbed it all over his latex clad member. Steve kneeled between slave’s legs. 

Mistress Catherine kneeled astride slave and slowly lowered Herself onto his aching cock. She pulled jamie over until he was standing over slave’s body and wrapped Her lips around him. steve slowly pushed his cock into slave’s ready hole, his ankles on steve’s shoulders. Mistress Catherine began moving on slave, Her lower muscles squeezed him and he struggled to keep from cumming. 

He clenched his teeth as he moaned. His ass was full, he couldn’t believe the sensations coming from his ass. It had been painful for the first few seconds but he had been distracted by the hot cunt on his cock. he could see jamie’s cock slipping in and out of Mistress’s mouth and Her obvious pleasure. He moaned.

She sped up, bouncing up and down for all She was worth, She was damn close to cumming. She paused in Her blow job, “After I’ve cum, you may all cum when ready.” She pushed jamie out of the way and leaned over slave, resting Her hands on his chest and fucked him hard. Jamie put his cock back in slave’s mouth and put his mouth on Mistress’s. She screamed into his mouth as She came. His cum exploded into slave’s mouth, nearly choking him, he gagged a little before managing to swallow it. When She clenched around him, Her orgasm washing over him and Her in waves his hot cum burst forth. Steve was the last to cum, he ground into slave’s ass and yelled his release.

For several minutes everyone simply lay on the floor trying to catch their breath. Finally Mistress Marie pushed Herself back to Her knees and let slave’s cock slip from Her body.

“As of now the contracts for Steve and Jamie have been completed. You may both go and shower while I talk to max.” Lisa looked at them both fondly. “Thank you for playing tonight. I had a great deal of fun. I hope you did too.” 

Steve grinned. “Oh yes I did! I hope we can do it again sometime. With or without the contract.” He leaned down and kissed her. He stepped outside the dungeon and waited for Jamie.

Jamie leaned towards his wife and gave her a lingering kiss. “Did you enjoy yourself?” When she grinned impishly he laughed. “Good! I like him,” nodding at max, “if you want to keep him that’s fine by me.”

Lisa laughed, “Peaches, that’s My choice. I don’t need your approval. I do, however, appreciate your blessing. I’m sure you’ll be seeing more of him.”

Jamie kissed her nose and left her alone with max.

She moved to his hands and released the cuffs. “you were not under contract, so it doesn’t end for you. you may get up and stand against the wall.” As he moved She picked up the toys to be put away. She left him with a condom dangling from his soft cock. She wiped everything off with disposable sterilizing wipes and put them in their places. She made sure the floor where they’d been playing was clean. She was conscious of max’s eyes on Her as She moved. 

She didn’t mind. 

She took him to the shower, handed him some tissues and told him to clean off his cock. he did and she took the mess from him, then shoved him in the shower. “When you’re clean W/we’ll talk. You have 5 minutes.”

She tidied up the remainder of the room and pulled on a robe while She waited. She handed him a towel when he turned the water off. She led him upstairs and took a seat in the living room. Max fiddled until She raised an eyebrow at him, he quickly took what he hoped was the right position on the floor. 

“For the next 10 minutes you are free to speak. You will remember that you are addressing your Mistress and act accordingly. You will not be punished for anything you say in the following 10 minutes. Disrespect and broken rules will earn punishment later. Is that clear?”

max nodded, “Yes Mistress.”

“What did you think of the treatment you received this evening?”

“Begging your pardon Mistress but I thought it was a little harsh.”

“Why is that?”

“I don’t feel I needed the whipping, Mistress, or to have my boxers cut off.”

“Do you understand why you’re boxers were removed in that manner?”

“Yes Mistress. I was told to remove all my clothes and I didn’t.”

“Good. You are right, the whipping was a little harsh. However, I wanted you to have full experience as a slave. That included the punishment. Are you still sore?”

“A little Mistress.”

“So it wasn’t that hard. You enjoyed yourself overall this evening didn’t you. you liked serving Me and those men.”

“I loved it Mistress.”

“Are you willing to continue as My property?”

“Yes Mistress, if you’ll have my lowly self.” He leaned over and kissed Her foot.

She stood and went to Her desk. She beckoned him over. He stood and joined Her there. Together T/they signed the contracts that would bind him to Her for the next 6 months. 

Jamie and Steve came in while the signing was happening and Jamie brought drinks. He and Steve had a beer, She a screwdriver and Jamie brought max a glass of water. He felt that’s what he needed right then. Jamie’d been in max’s place before. He smiled at the man and mouthed, “We’ll talk later.”

Max smiled to himself a few minutes later. He was right where he wanted to be after all.



Slave's Kiss



With a practiced hand, Justine finished her Master's bath with a few loving strokes against His chest. "There, Master Daddy...all clean."

The words were spoken softly, but their intended effect was to rouse the sleeping Sir from His respite. After a deep breath, the water stirred when Sir rose from the now tepid water and stepped out of the tub. Sabrina handed Justine a towel fresh from the warmer and grabbed another to work at drying off their Sir. 

"Thank you, my gorgeous girls..." Sir said before kissing each of them sweetly on the lips and ushering everyone to the bedroom. Sabrina happened to be walking first in the line and the dark red welts lining her backside from Sir's cane were in stark contrast to her pale skin, but the glow emanating from her demeanor spoke volumes about her happiness in receiving them. Justine's mark were no less cheerfully earned, but not as vivid on her darker skin.

Justine kept trying to walk behind her Master as was customary, but with every hesitation, Sir only pushed her further along. "No need for formalities right now, my Alpha Bitch. It's well past E/everyone's bed times and I'd like to have My blonde bitch finish her well-earned duty before W/we all get some sleep."

Without even answering, Justine smiled and walked side by side with Sir into the bedroom, all of T/them unabashedly naked. Climbing onto the bed, Sir pulled Justine along with Him, even as she tried to kneel on the floor. "No. Up here, Justine. My bitch is to honor both Myself AND My slave with a slave's kiss."

Face set in a determined line, she did as she was asked and climbed onto bed, lying next to her Master. Justine looked through her lashes at Sabrina and gave her a small concealing wink to communicate quickly that all was well. It was exactly enough to relax the tension radiating from her little sister, since this was the first time Sir had asked this of His submissive. It was normal for a deep slave's kiss for Sir, but not one for His slave as well.

With His hands behind his head, laid back, legs spread wide, Sir nestled into a deep comfort zone and waited. Patience was not a virtue for any Dominant, so Sabrina did not hesitate in proceeding with her assignment. She lay her hands on each of Sir's ankles, running them along the inside of his legs, over His knees and up His thighs. Lowering herself as she moved, Sabrina kissed at her Sir's legs and gently peppered His skin on both sides with affection. 

Using the tip of her nose, she brushed against Sir's balls once and then again. Her hands were firmly in the crevice of His backside, and with gentle force, she spread Him open to have access to her goal. The only acknowledgement she received was a deep sigh from Sir and the tension in His muscles eased away. Sabrina honed in on Sir's backdoor opening, taking a long, lingering lick from as far back as her tongue could reach, over the burgeoning muscle and up to His heavy balls. 

With pleasure that was evident by the sheen on her own thighs from excitement, Sabrina ravenously ate at her Sir's ass, using her tongue to penetrate the tight hole and gain entrance bit by bit.

Sir gutturally groaned and encouraged, "deeper, my slut. I want the fucking deepest slave's kiss you can physically manage."

Sir's southern twang was evident ten-fold when He was deeply in Dominant mode, and the words were so laced with the poetic lilt...it lit a fire deep inside Sabrina. It was a hunger to please her Sir and give Him all He'd asked for with such a simple act. 

Pushing against His legs even harder, tipping her head back to get as close to His asshole as possible, Sabrina speared her tongue deep inside the cavity, working harder and harder to get past the ring of muscle that tried to hold her back. The raspy, swearing, incoherent words from Sir egged her on even further, and Sabrina lapped at Sir's sphincter like it was offering her water to quench a dying thirst.

Easing back from Sir, Sabrina felt the euphoric tell-tale glow signaling she'd successfully performed her beloved duty for her Owner. Her instinct was right on target; Sir sighed from somewhere deep inside and nestled deeper into the bed. "Good slut," He contentedly added.

With slow and steady movements, Sabrina moved to the other side of the bed, taking care to not make eye contact with her Queen. It was easy to guess that Justine was watching her movement's to the letter, watching for any apprehension in her little sister. This wasn't something that Sir had asked for previously and was unchartered territory for them, but they both knew it was a possibility. 

Sabrina sat back on her haunches, hands on her lap, head lowered and quietly asked, "my Queen, may i please you as i have Sir? It would be my joy to show you my dedication as well."

The slow and steady next few breaths Justine made were the only indication of an answer, and Sabrina was considering looking up for signs of apprehension. It wasn't necessary for Justine answered, "Yes, my little sister. i'd love the attention."

And with that, Sabrina proceeded to attend to her Queen. Justine moved her legs on her own accord, relaxing them to the side and opening her backside wide for her little sister. It was all the acknowledgement Sabrina needed that this was something not being forced upon either of them, it was a gift Sir was sharing with His sluts...and it was a cherished addition to their nightly ritual.

With renewed determination, Sabrina moved to the apex of Justine's thighs, honing in on the backdoor opening. It didn't take much persuasion for her Queen to move her legs even further apart, so that the ring of muscles were accessible. With the same care showed Sir, Sabrina lapped at Justine's asshole, sacredly lavishing what was appointed to her. 

Justine's quiet moans were sweet symphony, and encouraged further oral exploration. Penetrating past the guarding muscles, Sabrina showed her Queen pleasure with every deep thrust. With hands framing her cunt, droplets of honey flowed as reward...no further explanation needed as to whether or not this was a treasured act between the girls as well. 

Pulling herself away, Sabrina eased herself to the floor near the bed, content enough to sleep on her pallet with a grateful smile on her face.



Slave's Messy Room



He walks into our bedroom and surveys the room. I'm naked, on my knees in the middle of the floor. Yesterdays dirty clothes scattered as we took them off. The bed was still unmade. He silently walks to me, grabs my long brown hair and pushes me down until my face is on the floor.

"What a dirty little slut you are. Can't even clean the room? How lazy can you be?"

"I'm sorry Master; I was busy baking all day."

"Shut up you whore. You know I don't like excuses."

He lets go of my hair but I stay where he left me. My legs are spread apart and I can feel my pussy getting wet. I can't see what he is doing and I dare not lift my head. I can hear him digging in our chest of sex toys. He finds what he is looking for and stands over me. Cool leather runs along my spine.

"I'm going to have to punish you for being so filthy." He smacks me hard on the ass with the riding crop. A small cry comes out my lips. "And noisy too!" He delivers another hit. "Get on your back."

I roll onto my back, legs spread and knees bent. My arms are at my side. He rubs my clit with the crop and it feels so good. I know what was coming and the anticipation makes me wet. "Cry out again and I'll make you suck off that old guy in #104." I have to be quiet in our apartment building. He brings the crop down on my clit and I draw blood from biting my lip. The pain is blindingly intense and before it goes away he brings down the crop again. I know the rules, two hits for a messy room, one for being a loud slut. He brings the crop down a final time and my pussy drips its juices down unto my asshole.

He laughs, knowing I need time to calm down but refuses it to me. "On your knees, now!" I scramble up, taking care not to rub my legs together as my pussy stings. I start to undo his pants but he pushes me away. "Did I say you could touch me? You'd think one punishment would teach you to be obedient!" I'm back on my knees when he takes the crop and smacks me hard on my right nipple. It burns and he smacks my left one. It hurts and I cry out again. He delivers another hit on my clit. "You are just full of it tonight. Maybe I should fill you." He takes out the largest butt plug we have.

"Ass up!" I bend at the waist, my face hits the floor. He plunges the plug into my pussy and pulls it out. It's dripping with my juice. I could tell he was smiling. All of a sudden I felt his tongue on my asshole. It tickled and felt so good. He licked back and forth and then shoved the plug in my ass and I couldn't help but moan. It hurt, stretching my ass. He then took off his pants and slammed his huge cock into my pussy and pulled out. I was close to orgasm and he knew it. He stood up.

"On your knees, and this time I'll let you suck my cock." I turned around and came face to face with his cock. It was sticky from my juice and smelled sweet, like my pussy. I licked his huge cock up and down before taking him in my mouth. I took him deep, as far as I could when he thrust, making me gag. Tears formed at my eyes and he laughed. "Oh you poor little slut, I feel so sorry for you." He mocked me and I sucked harder. I took my mouth off of his cock and started to stroke him as I licked his balls. I sucked of each of them before returning to tongue his cockhead.

"Stop. Lay on the bed." I scramble onto my back, pushing the blanket off the bed. "You have pleased me for once. Not such a disappointing, lousy cunt for once." My cheeks burned. I was ashamed, angry and turned on. He knelt before me and licked my clit once. My whole body shivered. I was on the edge and he knew it. He licked me again, one long lick from the plug to my clit. I moaned and he let that one slide. He took both my nipples in his hands and squeezed hard and the pain shot through me, all the way down to my cunt. The sheets were soaking from my pussy. He could tell I couldn't hold on much longer.

"You don't deserve to cum from anything other than my cock tonight. Don't think I didn't hear that last moan." He pulls the plug from my ass and I'm aching for him. He drives his cock into my cunt and thrusts hard into me. I'm on the brink of orgasm and he pulls out. "No! Don't you dare cum without permission! Remember what happened last time?" I remembered and held on. He shoves his dick into me and thrusts again. I can't stand it any longer.

"Sir, May I cum please?"

"Not until I cum."

With that he shoots his hot cum into my pussy and I uncontrollably cum hard, my whole body shaking in ecstasy. His body collapses unto me and the waves of orgasm wash over me. 



Slaves Next Door



Part One

Heather was waking up from her nap, and was regretting it already. She wasn't a nap person, and was now facing one good hour of headaches. It beat facing the full brunt of a seven-hour long flight, but for some reason, the headache was really severe this time.

"Hmmmngh...dammit..."

She had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and cute features marred by baggy eyes and a few freckles. She certainly couldn't be confused for a guy, even with her tendency to wear practical male clothing, but her body did lack any noteworthy curves. Heather was, through and through, an ordinary girl. There were times when she regretted it, but in this moment, she just really wanted the headache to fuck off. 

She winced and attempted to rub her forehead...only to realize she couldn't move her hands.

"...What the...?"

Still groggy, she opened her eyes, but saw only darkness. A jolt of fear broke the bonds of sleep, and Heather reflexively pulled as hard as she could. Her hand moved about twenty centimeters, but then slowly went back to its initial position, pulled by some sort of mold encasing her entire forearm. What was this thing? Panicked, the college student pulled with all four of her limbs, to similar results. She was sitting on something, but it sure as hell wasn't an airplane seat. More like a cushy gynecology chair.

That thought triggered a sharp sinking feeling in her heart. She realized she her legs were kept spread open. And that she could feel the air on her skin.

"Oh...Oh God..."

She was totally naked. It was pitch black and dead silent, but Heather now knew, without a doubt, that she was in grave danger. As a modest, unadventurous girl, she started to panic. Her breath quickened, her small B-cup bust rose and fell, and her voice came out as a high-pitched hush.

"I've been kidnapped, oh shit oh shit oh sh..."

Heather gritted her teeth. As frightening as her situation was, the last thing she wanted was to alert her captors. She had to calm down, think of something...So she tried to focus on how this happened. Because, seriously, what the Hell?

She was just traveling back to America with her friend Nico. Last thing she remembered was being on the plane with her. Nico had been asleep, her short-haired brunette head resting on her shoulders. Heather's impish friend never could stand boredom.

How could they have been abducted? And why? It was a trusted airplane company, neither of them were rich, well connected or even beyond a cute-ish 6. They were nothing but thoroughly ordinary college girls...So why would anyone want to kidnap them and strap them to a weird chair?

"N...Nico? You there?"

Silence.

"...Oh, please, tell me she got out..."

Suddenly, something exploded inside her mind.

-

I am a slave. I live on my wonderful Master's island. I choose to be a slave because I love my Master and he wants me to. I choose to be a slave because I am grateful for Master.

I am free to act but I want to act like a slave. I want to because it feels comfortable and right. I want to be a slave because it brings me everything I could ever want.

-

Heather gasped, awestruck. What in the possible fuck was that?! She had felt some sort of jolt around her temples, then...Words, directly inside her mind, clearer than any thought she ever had. Like the forced focus on a textbook definition you have to learn for a test combined with the clarity of a good idea. Words that rang true, resonated throughout her senses...

...But were way too alien to fool anybody. Heather shook her head and easily regained control. She sure as hell didn't feel like a slave. If anything, she had greater clarity now. There was no longer any doubt what was happening.

"I...I am NOT a slave!!" She yelled, mustering all her courage to silence the symphony of anguish her collapsing nerves played throughout her body. "I'm Heather Chilton! Wh...who are you? Where is Nico? Why are you d-d-doing this?!"

She had been kidnapped. By slavers. Slavers powerful enough to make her lose time and inject thoughts into her mind. She had heard tales of girls kidnapped abroad, addicted to drugs and sold as prostitutes, of course, she had seen Taken. But this...this was terrifying. This was elaborate. They had abducted her on the flight back home, for fuck's sake. They had strapped her to a chair telling her to love and obey. They didn't want her or her body...they wanted her mind. They wanted her on her knees, content to be property. A willing, loyal slave. The dirty-blonde girl tugged on her restraints with all she had, but it quickly became apparent she was utterly powerless. She was going to be brainwashed and there was no escaping it. Suddenly, the drugs and bordello scenario looked much more comforting.

"Th-this is crazy, you can't actually brainwash someone...You can't..."

But instead of going into panic, she latched onto this idea of impossibility. That's right - if the US government couldn't find a way to brainwash people with that MKUltra thing, who could hope to? The words in her brain had to be an illusion somehow. Yes! Just something to make her panic so she'd be open to suggestion. Heather allowed herself a wry smile, even though she knew the small victory mattered little in the midst of, well, being subjected to a fucking enslavement program. But she was willing to take any comfort she could get. Besides, it reminded her of her life motto as a student librarian - knowledge is power.

So while it was no comfy night of peaceful reading, Heather gathered her wits and set out to understand exactly what kind of machine she was strapped onto. There were the restraints. She tugged on them again, if only to give herself hope, but couldn't pull her limbs out of the molds even by a millimeter. But she already knew that, and remained calm. This allowed her to perceive other things with her touch. For instance, she felt pinches along her spine between her shoulder blades. The sound of her breathing reverberated, making it sound there was some sort of dome around her. There were also some things taped to her body. Electrodes? Scanning devices? If she was to be a mere machine to be reprogrammed, Heather supposed the slavers needed feedback.

There was something on her modest breasts. Something like a bra, but...different. It wasn't clothing, more like...comfortable furniture? Likewise, her private parts were covered by some sort of solid but cushy panties. She thought little of it until she realized she probably wasn't just going to be a slave, but a sex slave...And if the words they had injected in her mind were any indication, they wanted her to be a compliant one. A...slutty one.

And just like that, Heather lost what little composure she had regained. panic reared its ugly head again. Sooner or later, she was going to be raped. While being brainwashed. While being stripped of freedom and oh God they wanted her to associate obedience with sexual pleasure. They wanted to turn her into a submissive. To literally get off of being a slave.

"Oh God...Oh Ghooood...No. No no no c-calm down Heather...they want you afraid..."

In both things, she was right.

-

I am a slave. I love to be a slave. Being obedient and submissive feels so good. I wish I was born a slave. Slave. Slave. It's important I let that word burrow into my mind and become natural. Being a slave isn't scary. Being a slave is my life. I want to learn to love it and be happy at my Master's feet.

My Master will show me how wonderful it is to be a slave. My soft slutty mind will listen and understand.

-

"Wh-what oh shit did I really hear that last th..."

Submissive. Submissive. Submissive. The word echoed through Heather's terrified mind. Devices were whirring into place around her, but all she could think about was herself kneeling. Wet. Smiling. So thoroughly subjugated that serving the bastards destroying her life had become her greatest pleasure.

The shock of feeling a mechanical cock enter her vagina made her snap back to reality. Unlike Nico, she wasn't a virgin, but she was by no means used to being made love to. She cried out in unwelcome pleasure, then whined when another sinister device sucked on her nipples. That was it. Her captors had stripped her of her humanity and turned her into a sex toy to be molded before use. The dildo went back and forth in her increasingly wet folds and the breast pumps kept on sucking. Heather the modest geeky girl was being fucked by a machine.

"STOP THIS! STOP THIS I BEG YOOOUUU!"

The poor girl was out of her mind. She would do anything, anything to stop this defilement.

"I'LL BE A SLAVE! I'LL...aaah...I'll OBEY YOU PLEASE JUST DON'T BRAINWASH ME PLEAAAASE!"

But the machine wasn't interested in surrender. If all the Master wanted of Heather was fearful obedience, he certainly wouldn't have put her in such an exquisite device. And so, through one of the four IVs inserted into her back, the enslaving machine began to dispense a calmant.

"I'LL OBEY MASTER I SWEAR I'LL BE A GOOD SLAVE YOU DON'T NEED TO...to...oooh..."

The drug acted fast, bringing down Heather from her adrenaline high and forcing her to docilely listen to her quivering flesh. Preparing her to the next phase. As Heather started moaning, chemically forced to reduce her resistance to a quieter level, the dome around her head lit up.

"Mmmnh...Hyaah...Wh...What's..."

She saw herself. The girl in the picture was her beyond any shadow of a doubt. Same face, same hair, same B-cup breasts, same freckles. There were some key differences though. Picture-Heather wore a Slave Leia outfit. She was massaging her tits. She was smiling wide...And she was being fucked good and hard.

Real Heather blushed. Thoughts of outrage were kept at bay by the soothing drug long enough for the poor girl to feel butterflies in her stomach. She didn't like to molest her own breasts at all, but she had always fantasized about wearing that golden bikini. And that penis sure was big...as big as the one ravishing her right now. Heather blushed, in a daze, and was surprised by an intense pleasure wave.

"Aaah! 

The machine wasn't raping the student librarian anymore...It was making love to her. But the bubble of pleasantness was fragile, and a lifetime of socialization came back to her. She realized what was happening - the picture was who, or more accurately what, her kidnappers wanted her to be. A slutty slave happy to be fucked. It was a terrifying sight...and one that almost made her orgasm.

"No. No no no no no..."

To Heather's anguish, the kinky picture began to animate. Motion made everything more real, more intense, and...more exciting. Picture-Heather looked so happy. The dick in her matched the machine's to a T. Real-Heather wanted to block the video out, but her body was already focused on it. And the soothing drug ensured her mind wouldn't have anything to say. It simply realized that taboo had always been exciting throughout human history, and her torturers were banking on it hard. She was shamefully excited to see herself be a happy slut, she really was. She was just terrified of it being the first step on a road to complete, total enslavement.

"No...no please I don't want to...to..."

She held off the shameful word, but she knew the pounding was too much for her body. She had unconsciously started to go with the back and forth, clenching her pussy against the ravishing piston. Each suction on her tits sent another shiver down her spine. She was going to cum to a picture of her eventual self.

"Please...mnghaaah...please stooooop..."

It was at this harrowing moment that the video started to come with sound.

"Aaah! 

Heather's own cry of pleasure, synched with every thrust of the virtual man.

"Oh God." She let out with a wavering voice. "No no n...mnnnnh..."

It was too much. Her pussy spasmed. Her whole body clenched. She was coming.

"NnnOHMYGODNOOOOAAAAAAANNNNHH"

She came. The dildo and pumps disengaged. Darkness fell again but Heather could still see the fake her moaning in ecstasy at being a sex slave.

Brainwashing wasn't real, and yet they had made her cum at the idea of being a slave.

Heather went limp, her breasts heaving up and down and her hips still twitching. The return to stillness came as a comfort, but the young woman only fell further into despair. She knew this orgasm was a demonstration. This was no MKUltra fiasco. Her captors were very much able to do what they claimed. She was naked in a fully functioning brainwashing chair. Alone. Powerless.

"...Why..."

Her eyes welled up with tears.

"Why me goddamit...I'm nobody special, I'm nobody period...I'm not even that pretty, why do you want to make me a slut it makes no sense..."

She looked at the darkness, desperate to see someone, anyone, even the bastard behind this. In her desperation, she latched on the idea of someone listening to her. Someone who could be swayed. But there was nothing but the machine. Its onslaught had but started, and already Heather knew it would be nothing but relentless.

Once again, she was right.

-

I am a slave. A slave is anything her Master wants her to be. I am a slave and I will do anything, be anything for my Master. I will gladly accept surgery and be given massive tits and dick-sucking lips if my Master wishes. I will think of myself as Slutdoll if my Master wishes. I'll change everything and become a slutty airheaded go-go dancer if my Master wishes.

My only wish is to know what my Master wishes.

-

Heather wondered what her Master wished her to be. Did he really want her to be some kind of bimbo? What would it be l...

Heather took back control of her mind, eyes wide from disbelief. She had thought like a slave. Briefly, but...she did. Was it a lapse in her resistance brought by despair and fear or was the programming already taking hold?

Too terrified to even consider the answer, she burst into tears.

"Why me why me why me this can't be real...My parents are poor and I did nothing wrong to anybody! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIIihihis...please please let me go..."

The machine whirred a bit again.

"NO NO NO PLEASE NO MORE LESSONS PLEAAASE!" She cried in utter terror.

The machine went silent.

"Oh thank you thank you thank you..."

With a snort, Heather did her best to enjoy this moment of solace. She doubt the machine would do a concession like that anytime soon.

-

...After a while, Heather realized she had dozed off. For a fleeting moment, she thought she was back in her room in San Francisco, but the nightmare quickly came back to her. She was in the clutches of slavers that apparently wanted to turn her into a bimbo slave...Along, probably, with her friend Nico, if they weren't already done with her. Nico does tend to focus the attention...

She whimpered at the mere idea of Nico as a painted up hussy. She tried to tug on her restraints again, but it seemed to do even less than the previous times. She felt sluggish...and...

Her eyes shot open. She felt the dildo entering her again.

"Oh no, no no n-"

-

I am a slave. I am being turned into a sex doll and I love it. I can enjoy my body all I want if I'm a slave. I can just be a happy slut and thank my Master.

I'm such a slutty slave. I'm always horny, always ready to cum. My Master understands my needs and lets me fuck all my sister slaves or even toys. Hmmm...I think I'm gonna cum again...

-

The words had barely left her mind and Slave-Heather was back in her field of vision. She wore a halter top reading proudly "2 slutty 4 life". Once again, her expression was nothing short of ecstatic, despite wearing an appalling belt with two -two!- inward dildos. Heather was shocked to see the pussy juice leaking from her violated hole, and dared not even think about the backdoor. Backdoor that was now being ravaged in her true body as well.

The most degrading sight, however, was the blonde bimbo with childish pigtails sucking on Slave-Heather's erect nipple through the halter top. While certainly not homophobic, a hard thing to be in San Fran this days, she was very, very straight...And seeing even the image of her engaging in saphism came as an insult. The proof that the machine was going to change her down to the very core.

And yet, Heather's outrage was once again sedated to the point of uselessness against the conditioning. Heather was being fucked in both her holes, her breasts massaged by a lesbian, and she couldn't hold back the tide.

"Aah...aaiie...Make it...nghaaah...stop..."

The machine further teased her by flashing words on the screen. Drawn to her own slutty expression, Heather's eyes feasted on

SLUT

CUM

WET

OBEY

atrocities even her addled mind rejected. They could make her cum, she vowed, but they would never make it normal to her. No, wait, they can't make her cum either, this is disgusting, this is...

"Mmmmmnghhhohaaah..."

No, she pleaded internally as she moaned. Not again. Not like this. I can't orgasm to such dirty...dirty...

"Aaah...haaaah...nnnooOOooaaaAAAAAAAh!"

Delightfully dirty thoughts. Being a slut was so wrong but...her naughty body couldn't resist. Why would those bimbos on campus get more action than her anyway?

...Heather caught herself thinking those dangerously slippery -if not entirely untrue, seriously, those campus floozies- thoughts and refocused as she recovered from the orgasm. The pictures went away, the sex toys left her alone, and she was left with a soothing afterglow...spoiled by regret.

"I can't let them worm their way into my head like that goddammit..."

The captive had fought two battles and lost both. She still had her mind, at least she thought, but for how long? The machine could control her feelings, use her voice against her...and she could not escape it.

"No, you can resist." She vowed, trying her best to sound calm to convince herself. "Mind control isn't real, mind control isn't real."

In her corner of Hell on Earth, Heather only had that knowledge, that certainty, on her side. People in history had gone through worse torture. She couldn't let that machine convince her it could change her. She c...

Suddenly, light.

In their unbreakable bonds, Heather's hands clenched. Someone had opened the door to the pit. She closed her eyes, blinded by the sudden illumination. Her heart raced. Finally, someone. Odds were it was the utter reprobate that imprisoned her in the first place, but in her panicked state, she couldn't care. Anything was better than being left in the machine. And so, not even knowing who she was talking to, she let out a torrent of bottled-up words.

"Let me out let me out please I wouldn't be a good slave I'm so plain...I have no idea who you are you can just sedate me and dump me somewhere, you would be safe, please let me out before that thing breaks my mind please please..."

"Hey hey hey! Stop freaking out, Hezzie!"

Heather forced her eyes open, ignoring the glare. That voice...

"Oh...oh my God! Nico!"

Her friend was standing before her. Short brunette hair, an oval, childish face despite her 24 years, pierced ears, and, of course, her signature band-aid over the bridge of her nose. Nicole Gillen, little impish Nico, student in chemistry, her best friend. She still wore her dark brown hoodie and was still flat as a board.

"Oh my God Nico I thought they had turned you into some kind of stripper already oh God..."

"Yeah, I saw some specimens in there." Nico chuckled, embarrassed. "Not going to happen to us tho. Anyway, just calm down, okay? Think...did the Enslaver get to you yet?"

Heather's dear friend turned her attention to the big metal cylinders encasing her hands, fiddling with them. The freckled blonde sighed in relief. The nightmare was over.

"Almost, but no...I'm me. I'm me. So you...you went first?"




Slaves Next Door



"...Yup." Admitted Nico with a blush.

"Thank God. Thank God." Repeated Heather, tears of joy in her baggy eyes. "I knew it. That thing doesn't work."

"Oh, trust me..."

Nico took a step back and started unzipping her hoodie. Heather looked, confused...Then let out a strangled gasp of terror.

Her friend was wearing Slave-Heather's "2 slutty 4 life" halter top...as well as her dildo belt. Nico caressed her own naked midriff and smiled happily before moaning...

"...It totally does."

-

Part Two

Heather's mind was blank. Her senses enraptured by the terrible spectacle in front of her. Her spunky childhood friend Nico, being fucked by two dildos locked into her with a leather belt and...enjoying it. Her dear friend looked the same, acted the same...only now she was a slut and a slave.

"Yep." She confirmed with a friendly smile. "The Enslaver did its magic on me alright. I belong to Master forever, like you will soon."

No reaction from her soon-to-be sister slave. Nico let out a comprehensive sigh.

"Anyway, your restraints are good. You're all set!"

...

"Aw, I'm sorry Hezzie. I hated it at first too. But the first time the programming really began to set it felt soooo goood!" She giggles, biting her lip. "Plus it turns you into such a slut, it's hard to think about your old life when you cum twenty times a day you know? If Master didn't want my personality to look normal, I'd totally be flashing right now. He he he!"

She looked just like the old Nico, chilling in front of a video game and having a great time, only she had a hand in her crotch, pushing the mechanical cocks further inside her.

"So yeah, I figure you'll do about as well as I did...Resist just fine until the Enslaver modifies how you sleep, and then become more open each session. You feel so passive right after a good slavesleep. You just can't reject how good the conditioning feels."

"S...Slavesleep?"

"Yeah! Some kind of hypnotic dream, I dunno. It involves drugs but none I've seen in class...Look, all I know is, it feels awesome. Especially the slut training. Anyway! We're a pair, and Master has broken me so you have to break too, okay? It gets lonely in the big house, and I don't want that."

"Nico, why..."

"Oh and Master will not make us bimbos. We're supposed to be the cute lesbians next door. I'm jealous of His harem but I'm so glad we can give Him variation...besides, we'll have each other."

The short-haired brunette with a band-aid on the nose brought her face closer to Heather's.

"I had already learned to cum hard just getting my slavebrain reprogrammed" She confessed in the wavering voice of a slut in heat. "And then Master tells me you're my twin slave. I...I'm sorry but I came sooo hard when the slavethoughts came in! I mean, I don't know why I was hoping they didn't get you, I was already a slave, of course I wanted to share that with you..."

Her breath was heavy, hot...passionate. With a sense of dread, Heather looked into her fallen friend's eyes...and was shocked.

"N-nico what's wrong with your eyes?"

"I want to kiss you so much...I've fallen in love with you, for Master..."

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR EYES?"

How could Heather not noticed before? Poor enslaved Nico had pink irises with heart-shaped pupils. A beautiful yet disturbing reminder how deeply the punkish girl, beyond her normal appearance and demeanor, had been turned into a doting slave.

"Oh, right, I forgot!" Casually explained Nico. "When Master made me pledge eternal obedience, he said I would keep my body unlike the others, but he did send me under the knife to get slave eyes. They're pretty, right? I can't have big tits like the others but I'm glad I can still have proof of my obedience..."

"Nico...what have you become...this...this is too much..."

"Then it's a relief Master wants us to be ourselves, right? I mean, he even gave us a house across his estate! We'll have any book or game we want, and we just have to be his eternally loving slaves for that! Win-win!"

"B...being a slave isn't a win...goddamit..."

Heather was in tears, unable to look away from the insane creature in front of her but desperate to see it go away. This was both her best friend and a puppet pretending to be. The connection to the reality outside this Hell and the proof she would never escape it. This smile...it was Nico's, yet instead of being in thanks for life's simple and humble joys, it celebrated the depraved pleasure of sex slavery.

"Ha ha ha man, we are so stupid when we're free. Don't worry, Hezzie! The Enslaver will redpill you hard."

As if on cue, the door to light and freedom closed shut. Heather whimpered at the idea of being left alone with the monster in Nico's skin. The subjugated girl did nothing, however, and the blonde was free to notice a pink light being projected on the opposite wall. She hesitated to ask what was this new trick as the light focused into the picture of a heart, but she really didn't want to deal with Slave-Nico any further. But the doll did explain the heart's purpose in a quivering, addled voice.

"Aaah...It's time you learned how to slavesleep, sister..."

Nico knelt, breathing heavily. Colors flowed out of the heart. Wild, sharply contrasting colors, constantly shifting. It was heavy, intense...and kind of painful to look at. Heather looked up, but the projector reached even the ceiling. How did they do that? There simply was nowhere to look except the heart. But Nico was looking at it so intently...It had to be part of the enslavement process. Heather closed her eyes, intent on winning where her friend had failed.

But something was wrong. The blonde felt strange. Like she was floating away from her body. She didn't feel the restraints, or the IVs in her back. Nothing but a kind of a pleasant dizziness. Was it the drugs Nico was talking about? What were they supposed to do? And...was that the sound of waves she was hearing?

"Aaah..."

Was she relaxing? Or just so focused or something she couldn't feel anything else? But there was nothing to focus on...Well, maybe the heart. Wait, wasn't she closing her eyes? She couldn't feel her eyelids either. Nothing but the heart...It had swirling colors too, but they were subtle, soothing...It invited her gaze rather than repelling her.

"Hello Heather."

She blinked.

"Wuh...whaaa...?"

A deep, soothing male voice was talking to her.

"Shh...Relax. Look at the heart."

Heather couldn't look away from the heart and had no idea how to react to the voice. She was so confused...

"The heart is who you are. It's contentment. Happiness. You can use those right now, don't you?"

The idea of being drugged was so far away now...She just floated, vaguely aware of something being wrong but too focused on the relaxing heart amid the stressful colors. It really was soothing somehow...and she could use that right now. Heather kept looking at the pink picture, letting her eyes close halfway, and drift away from the Hell she was in. Even the thought of resisting became something painful to escape from.

"You're dreaming, Heather. You're safe in this state. You can relax. The Master's brainwashing will never reach you as long as you look at the heart."

Heather recognized this was true. Her breathing hadn't been steadier since the nightmare began. The man she heard was compassionate and warm...so far from the cold certainty of the slave voice. She was in a state of pure mind and the only sensation she felt was comfort. She moaned softly, as if to reply to the soothing voice.

"Yes, that's it, Heather. This is your refuge. Sleep robs you of this wonderful relaxing feeling. You don't want to sleep anymore, you have the heart..."

This was so nice. Healing, almost. Heather's lips rose in a subtle smile. Yes, this was her sanctuary. Nothing would reach her here.

"Do you wonder how Nico did in the Enslaver, Heather?"

What did the honey-voiced man say? She was so relaxed it kinda went past her. The image of her childhood friend, wearing a double-dildo belt with a calm and content smile, came back to Heather. How did it happen, she wondered?

Just as the desired thought emerged in the subject's mind, the heart on the wall began to show a video in night vision. Heather thought a moment this was a mirror, since it was a girl sitting in the Enslaver, but no...It was Nico, being fucked by the machines and pulling at the restraints with all her might.

Nico's screams were silenced - they would likely have woken her successor from slavesleep. But her fear and revolt were readily apparent. She looked more combative than Heather had been, but that was hardly a surprise. Nico was sweet, but she certainly could be a little spitfire at times.

The video shifted. Pink light bathed Nico's face. Just the shade of pink the heart had. The brunette closed her eyes halfway, completely relaxed. Then another shift. The light was gone. The sex machines were back on her chest and vagina, but while not going with it, Nico seemed too calm to fight. She let out small moans, listening to the Enslaver's words with cautious curiosity.

"My beautiful Heather..." Said the sexy male voice. "You'll see when you wake up...the treatment really isn't so bad. And then..."

Next, Heather dreamt of her friend undergoing the sluttification phase. The naked silhouettes of a voluptuous bimbo and Nico went at it in front of her eyes. The brainwashing chair ravished her to the full extent of its power. Nico was blushing, her mouth open, contracting her stomach in synch with the delicious fucking.

The Enslaver showed Heather one last step in her friend's descent into blissful slavery. Another learning phase...but this time, Nico stared intently forward, her mouth agape and trickling with drool. Her expression was one of pure awe. She wasn't doing anything. She just listened, opening her mind to be kneaded and molded into the shape that befitted her station.

"Isn't it exciting? You can see it in her face...she has let go of her former life. She's letting the Enslaver in, letting it show her the way. Her values are changing...she begins to understand."

Heather had no thoughts. Sleeping slaves don't think. They only feel and absorb. And the blonde was absorbing her friend's surrender, accepting it as a dream born of her psyche. And when the images faded from the heart, she was left just as relaxed as before.

"A beautiful dream, my beloved Heather. A dream of acceptance and becoming. Make it yours...follow her. Once you let the slavethoughts in, consider their meaning...You will understand how delicious it is to let me decide who you are."

There was nothing but the heart and the soothing voice now. Heather didn't mind. She felt wonderful. She could go looking at the heart and absent-mindedly listening at her dream boyfriend for hours.

The Enslaver recognized its victim had successfully entered the desired slavesleep state. The plain blonde girl had been right - forcefully injecting new values would only cause resistance. But the teachings were intended for a pliable girl, comfortable with her imprisonment and conflicted about her steadily growing inner slut. Conditioning Heather to assimilate the empty-minded, relaxing state of slavesleeping was the basis of her eventual transition from ordinary American girl to slutty, programmable sex slave.

The compound was very short lived, its usefulness limited to silencing the brain's normal processes into a state close to REM sleep without actual loss of consciousness. The Enslaver delivered sedatives, narcotics and aphrodisiacs, but the slavesleep drug was the most important. Given as little time as three days, it could lull even the strongest woman into associating the brainwashing machine with a comfortable bed.

And so, after giving Heather a few hours to relax and recover, it thinned the flow of the hypnotic drug, dimming the heart and the distressing colors around it. 

-

The heart disappeared, and Heather woke up. And for the first time since her capture, she felt genuinely relaxed.

How? She never even lost consciousness, it was just focused on the heart and the soothing voice. And yet, as the hypnotic drug wore off, the ordinary girl felt even better than if she just had a good night's sleep. So much that she didn't even mind the restraints. Wasn't there a sexy guy's voice, too? It didn't even cross the poor girl's mind that he could be the nefarious Master. Slavesleeping had completely taken the edge off her predicament.

Perfect time for a learning phase.

-

I am a slave. I shouldn't fight my brainwashing because there is nothing to fight for. Master is just making me a worry-free, happy slave. It doesn't matter if I'm plain - a sex slave gets way more action than even celebrities. I am happy to be a slave and I love the process of becoming one.

Being a slave isn't scary. Being a slave is my life. If I'm a good slave and let Master make me submissive and horny, he will show me love and always fuck my hungry pussy. I'm about to become such a slut. I'll be so wet all the time I'll need dildo panties. I am a slave and a slut. I want it.

-

Heather did not think the slavethoughts were hers any more than before, but she was too calm to violently reject them. Was this Master dude so bad, she wondered? He never punished her, and seemed like he never would. He didn't want her pain and her fear, he wanted her pleasure and her love. She was to be a treasured pet, not a victim. Without her justified anger at being turned into a sex toy, Heather really found the difference significant. Enough to appreciate it intellectually, if not morally.

Her cheeks were flushed. How? Curious about the Enslaver's arguments as she had been, Heather hadn't even noticed that it hadn't deployed its fuck machines this time around. And...still, she was aroused? Even in the afterglow of slavesleep, Heather realized how twisted this was. Was she being injected with an aphrodisiac or...was she...

Was she a natural submissive?

The thought was dreadful, yet her emotions were still dulled, leaving her to contemplate the possibility on a purely intellectual level, as if she was reading a racy story revealing a prude character's inner kinks. If she had submissive fetishes, it would only make sense for her to become the Master's doting lover. Still...why wasn't the Enslaver fucking her?

A hand caressed her belly. Suddenly, she knew why.

The dome around her head lit up with porn. Not any type either...lesbian porn. Heather recoiled as much as she could, repelled by the display of deviant sexuality. She saw Nico's bandaided face beyond the pictures.

"Yep! Master put me in here to help your sluttification!" She said with a proud smile. "Why use machines when we can start being Master's pet lesbian couple right away? Besides, I promise you, I'll turn you into the horniest lesbo in the world!"

"Nico, no...please, anything but that..."

An aphrodisiac started to flow from the IVs on her back. Her budding arousal shot up, leaving the ordinary blonde all hot and bothered. The eager, happily enslaved Nico slid her tongue inside her fated lover's moistening pussy.

"Aaauuugh no don't don't please..."

Even with a jolt of pleasure contracting her abdomen, and even in her compliant state, Heather felt nothing but anguish. Being programmed into morally abhorrent but tender and loving slavery was one thing. Being lesbian-raped by her best friend was another entirely.

"Hmmm your pussy's so yummy Ezzie...Hurry up and turn so you can taste mine too..."

"No, dammit..." Pleaded Heather in a wavering voice. "Come to your senses, you...you can't possibly be that far gone..."

Heather couldn't look away from the cornucopia of porn unfolding before her eyes. The student librarian found normal for homosexual couples to have the same rights as everyone else, but she would never count herself into their ranks. She was straight, and girl-on-girl sex was simply offensive to her body. Yet neither Nico nor the Enslaver would let her come down.

The aphrodisiac kept her horny even in the face of the lesbian porn. Nico passionately made sure her friend's body assimilated how pleasant it was to be a dyke. Beautiful sex kittens wriggled on screen, lapping wet funboxes and sucking on huge fake tits. Flashing words ordering the shy blonde to cum. Heather cried out, resolute to at least make it out of this hell as a straight sex slave. But she knew her trusted friend sucking on her clitoris with cute moans was only the start. Among the porn, a picture stood out. Herself and Nico, cuddling and kissing in a double bed. Her friend wore the "2 slutty 4 life" haltertop. She herself wore a pink, tight-fitting t-shirt emblazoned with "I'm so gay I can't even think straight".

This was too much. Unable to vent via anger in her forcibly calm state, the blonde simply broke down. Revulsion made way to stillness. She felt herself drift away from the sickeningly intense pleasure Nico's loving tongue brought her. Drift away from despair. To happier times...

-

"Heya Ezzie!"

Nico was sitting in her bean bag chair, greeting her with a large smile. Her student pad was kind of a mess as always, but Heather didn't mind. She looked at the old TV.

"Hi Nico. I heard you screaming from the hallway. What are you playing?"

"Hyrule Warriors. And, yeah, I lost it. Those damn adventure maps can be annoying as hell."

The chemistry student didn't let it get to her, though. She blew a bubble and crept to the side of her chair. Heather joined her and let out a happy sigh as her friend resumed playing.

"So, have you thought about it?" Casually asked the blonde.

"About what?"

"Well, you know, the trip."

"Ah!" Nico smiled. "Yeah I did, actually. If Japan's too expensive, why not try Hong Kong? They have some pretty kickass temples."

"Hong Kong, huh? Yeah, why not..."

Heather put the thought into a corner of her mind and just watched Nico play for a while. Much to the peppy brunette's chagrin, she had never really gotten into these things, but she liked to simply spectate. After a hard day of classes and cramming, there was something soothing to watching her carefree friend waste thousands of goblins with a weird tiny guy in a green jumpsuit.

Yes. So soothing...She was with her friend. Not a care in the world. No drugs, no enslavement. Just her and Nico. If she could just stay in this reality of the mind, everything would be alright. Everything...

"You know what?" Suddenly uttered Nico. "Fuck this."

She turned around, grabbed her head, then gave Heather a deep, sensuous kiss.

"I'm in love with you, Ezzie."

-

Heather was back inside the dark room. Nico was kissing her for real. She had left her pussy to ride on her immobilized body and kiss her. Heather's mind scrambled to defend itself again but found itself quite subdued. The blonde felt her friend's smooth skin, her quickening heartbeat. Her short, bobbed hair obscured the offensive porn and left Heather to focus on the sensations. She came to realize that Nico's love was genuine.

"I've always loved you, I just knew you wouldn't never accept me...I'm so glad Master chose us so I can show you my love...Ezzie, please, don't go insane...Don't resist and leave me behind..."

Tears of distress trickled from Nico's cheeks to Heather's as the brunette connected their lips again. The kiss was hungry but sweet and affectionate. This wasn't the kiss of a sex slave. The Enslaver didn't just destroyed her freedom and dignity - it had genuinely made her fall in love with her childhood friend.

Heather envisioned Nico sitting in the sinister chair, drooling and being forced to orgasm at nude pictures of her. "I am a slave" running through her head over and over. Her heart and soul slowly caving in. Her childhood friendship for heather turning into an unrequited crush only her wonderful and loving Master would let her act upon.




Slaves Next Door



She imagined her accepting this lie in earnest, her new notions of trust built by the brainwashing. Unable to choose to resist because the Enslaver had changed parts of her progressively until her every instinct was that of a loving servant. And, finally, emerging from the dark room, a fully re-educated slave yet still herself. Heather wondered why she had thought of her as a monster. It was obviously her friend, just...it couldn't really be said "improved" but...yeah?

"I can't live if you don't give in and become my sister slave, please..."

Heather did not recoil at the contemplation. She had crumbled to the point of reliving the past, but Nico's loving embrace had brought her back. It wasn't sex...not really. It was warmth. A moment of sincere comfort that brought Heather's mind back in the chains of the chemical relaxant. 

Nico broke the kiss, careful of not hitting the glass dome. Heather didn't smile but looked like she could at any second. She had that pleasant, far-off look...She was open again. And she had tasted what was to become her new sexuality.

With a smile, the loyal slave left Heather's lap, giving a brush to her heaving breasts as she did. She knelt down and marveled at her glistening pussy. So beautiful, so perfect...truly, only her Master outshone it. But then again, Master was so perfect he made even a stone-cold lesbian slut like her sopping wet.

She licked Heather's funbox with tender love, sliding her tongue between its folds, and smiled as it started quivering. The blonde didn't appreciate the lesbian porn, yet, but she could no longer ignore the aphrodisiac pouring in her veins along with the old-fashioned buzz following a tender kiss.

"Aaah...hmm...Nico..."

No "we aren't slaves". No "you are straight". Just Nico and sweet, high-pitched moans. The machine detected her open state. It did not wonder why human contact and a kiss could have opened her more than a mind-breaking orgasm. It merely acted on it, switching off the porn and subjecting its ward with another lesson. 

-

I am a slave. My life is full of pleasure and love and I just have to be obedient to earn it. I don't need to flirt and be uncomfortable anymore because I already know Nico is the love of my life. I can't get enough of her yummy pussy. I am a slutty lesbian slave and I can play with my Nico all I want. I just have to be bi for my Master. I don't mind because he's perfect and wonderful. I want to know more about my Master.

-

Heather stared forward, mouth agape. After so much confusion and borderline madness, she was impressed with being able to think that clearly. The thoughts no longer felt alien to her - in fact, they were quite comforting. She certainly did need some structure, lest Nico's delicious pussylicking drive her wild. 

"Nico?" She asked in a high-pitched, breathy voice. "What is Master like?"

-

Part Three

Although Nico felt relieved and elated at hearing her friend say those words, she didn't have the time to answer. The Enslaver had detected Heather's response to the treatment and was moving the fuck machines into place. Nico moved out of the way, joy and pride in her heart. A bit of benign envy, too...Heather was going to be imprinted with Master's glory! Once you stop resisting, the Enslaver becomes Paradise.

Heather still hadn't taken control of her mind yet. For the first time, she didn't challenge the slavethoughts. And though at her point of the treatment, she couldn't readily accept them as her Master's truth yet, they were enough to prime her. For slavery to creep inside her mind as something relevant to the person called Heather. Had she snapped out of her calm, passive state, she'd already have been compromised enough to wonder if all that resistance was worth it.

But she was still entranced, and the device gave her a healthy dose of the fourth key compound needed for enslavement. Dildos started gently fucking her and she began to feel all funny and quivering.

Something showed up in the dome. A man. Another thin thread of droll escaped her mouth when she looked up to it. She'd have wondered who he was but she just couldn't think. And it wasn't anything like the other times either...Her head was swimming. She had butterflies in her stomach. She felt so trembling and weak...What was this feeling?

Nico smiled when she saw love being born on her friend's face. Just a little ocytocin and dopamine in the beginning, but this wasn't even worthy of being called a teaser. The Enslaver would teach her slaveflesh to feel such incredible things about the man...she would never again be the same. And as if on cue, the door opened. Nico's heart skipped a bit.

"Come, Nico, let's leave your girlfriend to her lessons."

"Yes Master!!"

The energetic brunette practically ran to the sun of her life. Days of patient, thorough conditioning had turned her opinion of him, his appearance, his voice, his everything into pure, mind-melting adoration. As she ran, the dildos inside her slutty holes made her cum so hard she fell into his arms. Master took her and wrapped her in a warm embrace. She melted.

"There there, neighbor. Take it easy!"

"Aaahn MasshhteeeEEeeEer~"

Her modified eyes, pink with heart-shaped pupils, gazed into his with submission and love. Her whole body turned into a hot, quivering mess just being touched by his magnificence. She babbled confused nothings about love and happiness. If the Master hadn't let her keep her ordinary appearance and style, the small impish girl wouldn't have been any different from the platinum-blonde, bubblebrained bimbos in his harem.

He kissed Nico tenderly, and her mind exploded in incandescent elation. She was a lesbian, but her Master stood above reality. He was her Creator and her God. And the only thing that made her as happy than being his slave was the assurance that in the dark's embrace, Heather was becoming just like her.

-

Meanwhile, in the dark, the poor blonde started thinking again. Slowly, gradually, just so she could think her own thoughts about how wonderful she felt.

"Hmmmm...What ha...What h...hmmm..."

Her whole body was so comfortable and relaxed. On some primal level, Heather's waking mind recognized something was wrong, but why? She hadn't felt this nice in years. The sex machines were gentle, the black-haired man displayed in front of her looked a bit shy but certainly attractive. A bit of a pretty boy, but manly nonetheless...

Heather smiled. She really did feel nice. Her thoughts drifted to her terror and outrage and just found them so alien. What was so bad about this place anyhow? That she was being brainwashed? That she was a slave? That she would be made obedient and loving?

"Hm...He he he..."

Well it wasn't like she could escape, was it? She had been captured, deprived of rights, and was now a slave. It was just the definition. Was she being brainwashed? Sure she was...dear Nico had gone first, and now she was completely loyal and accepting. Happy, too. Heather was now in her place, and already she felt so subjugated. The machine's power had terrified her, but now? Well, she still felt trapped, but she mostly felt in awe. It tugged at her hearstrings so easily.

Take the guy on the screen...Might as well call him Master, even if it meant nothing...Yet. She really felt all funny and flushed down there just looking at him. The librarian didn't mind. She would certainly make love to him before a girl...Let him do everything he wanted, let him show her why a slave live f...

Heather interrupted the runaway thought and let out a fatalist sigh. She knew her programming had started. She knew the old her would never have thoughts like that. But facts were still facts, were they? She couldn't deny what was now reality. And so she stated, consciously, calmly...

"I am a slave."

-

It was terrible, but liberating. No need to delude herself. She had been dragged into a life where the only choice was submission and servitude. Realistically speaking, there was no escaping it, and Heather realized her mind was adapting instead. It was a natural process, and many slaves throughout history had, too, adapted to lives of servitude. The Enslaver was simply forcing Heather to adapt quickly and painlessly. Heather realized she had been subjugated in a precise, surgical manner.

It didn't mean she wanted to burst out of it just to kneel before Master and fuck him. It just meant she acknowledged slavery, like it or not, was her new life, and the Enslaver was her teacher.

What would happen now? What was the next lesson? Would she be made a lesbian? Could it fail? Could she end up an imperfect slave? Was accepting her inevitable fate enough to ensure she'd be as happy as Nico? Would poor Nico handle it if her own enslavement failed? Would a traditional slave training work better? All those questions and more floated in her head in pure, composed curiosity. Those were totally natural concerns to a slave undergoing training by brainwashing, weren't they?

Suddenly, the room lit up in vibrant, chaotic colors. Right in front of her, naturally, was a heart.

"Oh, slavesleep time already?"

The Enslaver injected her with the hypnotic compound and she felt her eyelids become heavy.

"You are a very good girl, Heather."

The blonde floated again, but she didn't feel the same disconnect as the first slavesleep. She felt perfectly relaxed, but still there.

"You...are M...Nico's Master..."

"Yes."

She had a million questions for this man, and maybe a few leftover insults. But mostly, she felt the butterflies in her stomach returning in force. She couldn't see the handsome man, but his voice was so smooth...She was confused by those sensation. Was she being drugged again, or had the first session already instill a budding love in her heart...?

"You now realize that you are owned. A good truth to accept. But I do not just want your submission, Heather." He spontaneously declared in his honey-sweet, gentle voice. "This is just the beginning. The purpose of this wonderful machine is to perfect you. Mold every parcel of your mind until serving me becomes Heaven. Slavery will become natural, pleasant, peaceful...and the only thing you will ever need."

"Aaah...Wha...What are you going to do...?" She asked, struggling not to fawn over him.

"You already got a taste of your sluttification, my little slave. After a good slavesleep, you will begin in earnest."

"What?! No, not the lesbian porn again, p..."

A quick flash of Nico kissing her appeared in the heart. Heather fell silent and stared into the darkness. That's right, Nico would be sad...

"Don't worry, in the phase you are in, your taboos will melt like Nico in my arms. And then it will be wonderful. Your whole body will unlearn your former life to care only for pleasure and give you bliss beyond your wildest dreams. Rejoice, slave...now you become a being of pure pleasure..."

The Enslaver finished giving Heather her dose of slavesleeping drug, and she fully went under. The heart was filled with visions of tender embrace with her sister slave, both of them under the absolute dominance of their divine Master. Unable to question or feel anything beyond the heart, the former librarian could not know her mechanical teacher was pumping her full of heavy-duty drugs that would bring drastic changes to her body chemistry.

-

"AAAaaaAAAh! YeeeEEEESSS!"

It hadn't been two hours since she had been brought out of slavesleep, and already Heather wondered if she hadn't been a closet lesbian all along.

Big, round breasts, glittering pussies, even legs, thighs and plump little asses...And those sweet, sexy moans! They had seemed repulsive to Heather not to long ago, but what little clarity of thought she had left couldn't pinpoint why. It simply felt so good to be fucked to the sound of moaning sluts! And besides...

-

I am a slave. A slave and a lesbian slut with a lewd pussy. Master has given me a body that cums harder all the time. What I thought was arousing was nothing. I am a true sex slave and if I'm a good little dyke and become addicted to Nico's juices, Master will allow me to cum even harder.

-

Her metal teacher was doing this to make her cum harder still! She wasn't fully comfortable with orgasming to female eye-candy yet, but she stared the Nico pictures with near ravenous focus. The androgynous brunette was her fellow slave, who Heather was being groomed as a lesbian slut for...And the chief reason why the blonde had given up on resisting the treatment.

"I obey! I'm a slave! Give me a slutty body! Make me lose my mind with pleasure! Make me like Nico! I want her so baaad!"

She wanted Nico's wet pussy. She wanted it bad. And she wanted to cum the hardest she could just thinking about licking it. There were no thoughts about America or college or freedom left in her altering brain. She just wanted to drown herself in pleasure and be happy as a lesbian sex toy. 

-

She had no idea how much time had passed. Countless lessons hammered proper slavethoughts into her slavebrain. She had slaveslept three times, the Enslaver needing a lesser drug dosage each time. And now, she was just landing on Earth after experiencing an orgasm she could still hardly believe. An explosion of searing light that had sent her shaking like a puppet, yowling in the darkness for what seemed like a straight minute. It felt almost unfathomably good, like she couldn't possibly still be human. 

Amazed by her transformation, Heather tried to remember what she had been like. She did recall liking books, but why? They were all so asinine and forgettable. Even her supposed "favorite" books were fucking boring in hindsight. Who needs stories when the Enslaver can make you feel like a slave?

Five minutes without any sex machines later, she came to the conclusion that her memories held nothing of value. Even the most grave, serious stuff did nothing to break the docile contentment she felt. The death of her little brother, meant nothing, unlike the nice buzz in her dripping wet pussy. Five minutes of nothing but introspection, and she was still raring to go!

"Oh...It worked!" She realized, smiling. "I'm a slut now!"

She contracted her funbox, eager to try out her new sensations. They didn't disappoint. Just clenching her pussy made her moan...If only she had a proper strap-on in her!

"Hmm...Fuck me more, please, suck on my tits...I want it, I want it please."

Heather knew she was no longer a person. She was a slave. A true sex toy that would do anything, or anyone, to continue being used. The Enslaver had rendered her body unable to not be in heat ever again, and the poor brainwashed girl was nothing but giddy about it. Who needs dignity when your pussy feels so good? If only she was being fucked...then everything would be right!

The door opened, and light invaded the born-again slave a second time. Escape and freedom never crossed her mind, especially not when she recognized Nico's silhouette.

"Nicoooo!"

"Ezziiiie!"

The impish slave rushed to her fledgling sister and hurriedly unlocked her restraints. This naturally had nothing to do with freeing the blonde. Nico no longer had any concept of freedom and Heather was just one lesson away from forgetting it too. 

"I'm so glad you became a slave, Ezzie! It only gets better from here!"

"Yes, yes!" Heather replied, euphoric. "Everything been awesome since I stopped being disobedient!"

Heather was free. She got out of the Enslaver and jumped on her lover. Nico was small and flat, and she was perfect. Seeing her best friend in her birthday suit made the blonde wet as hell. Ravenously horny, she backed off and gave Nico's pussy a hard, lengthy lick.

"Aaaaaannnggyeeess finally, my love's finally licking me oh my Gggoooood so good so gooood..."

Nico's flowing juices tasted so weird...but Master's newest slave knew it was her new favorite taste. The flavor blazed through her softened brain like wildfire, sending so much dopamine that Heather came as she was being irreversibly addicted.

"Mmmh...MMMmmnhaaaaah!"

Heather wanted more. She simply had to lick more of the Olympian nectar and hear more of her dear sister slave's moans. Nevertheless, there was one thing she desired even more. So she left Nico's wet folds behind and crawled on her, brushed her modest breasts against her lover's non-existent ones, then passionately kissed her.

"I'm so glad we've got kidnapped, honey...Being in love with you is so..."

"So?" Giggled the brunette.

"So weird...But so fun! It's a shame we've been born hetero..."

"But we weren't! We were always closet lesbians, Master simply made us accept it!"

Heather sighed. This again?

"We weren't. He turned us!"

"No, we were! I didn't recieve any lesbian programming. Master just told me I was gay once I was enslaved, and I realized he was right."

"Nah, come on, you've always talked about your video games hazubandos..."

Nico giggled. Such a happy, innocent laugh.

"You don't get it, Ezzie! It's the programming! When you're perfected, whatever Master says becomes the truth. No need for brainwashing, no thinking about it, your brain just scrambles to genuinely agree with Him. Being reprogrammed only by his words, realizing you belong to him so much you can believe two plus two equals four...Its Heaven."

The brunette then kissed her deeply, a romantic embrace Heather readily responded to. She didn't know what to answer anyway. She felt silly...Nico was her senior slave, why did she try to contradict her?

"I...I have to get back inside the Enslaver." Heather blurted in genuine anguish. "I'm a bad slave. I doubt Master. I have to..."

Nico interrupted her shame-filled rant by sticking two fingers inside Heather's dewey slut box. 

"Get bbbhaaaaah~"

"Being perfected takes a long time, Ezzie...Master was just kind enough to let us fuck before you undergo the final treatment."

"Oooh, he did? Aaah...he's so kind to us..." Smiled Heather, riding on the budding love she was imprinted with.

"He is. Now shut up and let me fuck you, you naughty girl..." Purred the perfect slave as she closed her lips around her lover's erect nipple.

-

Heather had a long, fiery lesbian sex session with her lover, then obediently got back into the chair. And what a relief, too...She had a dildo gently fucking her hungry cunt, just what she needed to undergo the final stage of her enslavement. Escaping never even crossed her mind. Her only wish was to become as deeply obedient as Nico. She wanted to experience Master's truth changing her without the need for the Enslaver. It did sound like Heaven.

The image of Master was back in front of her eyes. So was his smooth honeyed voice, telling her to obey and fall in love. The machine, her trusted teacher, was giving her more of that drug that made her head swim and her stomach flutter. The wonderful feeling never let up, even growing more intense as time went by. Heather was sinking into the deepest abysses of love, smothering everything she was, and she trusted the Enslaver to make it permanent.

But even though her sensations brought her closer and closer to perfect slavery just fine by themselves, Heather had perfectly valid reasons for coming to worship this man. How could she have found him just handsome before? He was Divine! He was the most beautiful man Heather had ever seen. So attractive he made a lesbian like her even wetter than usual. She wanted...no, needed to touch him, taste him, feel him inside. There truly was nobody else she would obey and serve.

He was so kind, too. The slutty, docile slave she had become would have obeyed without question, but he insisted on rewarding her lavishly. She would get her own house with Nico, and everything she wanted. Of course, she wanted nothing but his love, but Master's benevolence was poignant all the same.




Slave's Night Out



I pull into the driveway, hoping that you aren't going to be very upset that I'm so late. We were supposed to go out to dinner this evening; I had to call and tell you I had a meeting and wouldn't be home in time to go. You didn't sound upset; I was glad about that. I open the door, expecting you to be sitting in the living room watching TV, or else in the computer room. I go from room to room, not finding you. Hmm...that's odd. 

Your truck and your Harley are both in the driveway; I know you must be here somewhere. Oh well. I walk into the bedroom and kick my shoes into the closet....it's been a long day, and I just want a shower and a chance to sit down and relax. As I turn, I catch a glimpse of you thru the doorway. You're standing in the master bathroom, combing your hair. Looks like you just got out of the shower. "Hi Babe" I say, coming toward you to give you a kiss. You walk out of the bathroom and put your hand out to stop me. 

"I am very displeased with you" you say. I stop. So many years of living with you; so many years of hearing that tone of voice; of knowing what that tone means. I immediately drop to my knees and put my head down, looking at the floor; not speaking. "Why were you not here when I wished for you to be?" you ask. "I am sorry, Master. Your slave has no excuse for causing you displeasure, Sir." I answer. 

Although you knew I had the meeting, I had called you, I would never argue or debate that point with you now; being your slave, I could not. What had started out many years ago as a "game" with us had become something more than that. It had become a way of life that we both seemed to very much enjoy. True, we didn't always interact in this way; but more and more we do.

And we both seem to get something vital from our roles....you perhaps get the control that you've always wanted, and I get to relinquish responsibility that sometimes I don't like. Besides that, I admit to finding it irresistibly erotic; and I think you do too. "Get ready, slave; we're going out" you tell me. "Master? It's very late....." I begin, questioningly. "Surely you are not arguing with me" you say. "No, Master" I answer. You leave the room then. When you are gone, I rise from the floor and walk into the bathroom to shower. When I come out, I see that you have laid out clothes that you wish me to wear. I carefully dress, knowing that you will inspect what I have put on before we leave. I slip the black stockings over my legs, adjusting them so that the lace tops are exactly perfect and even. 

Next I put on the black leather skirt that you've laid out, which covers the tops of the stockings by very few inches. I put on the black lace bra, hooking it in the front, and finally a black silk shirt, tucking it in and buttoning it as I slip into my shoes. I notice that you haven't laid out panties for this outfit...I suppose that was an oversight on your part. I go to my dresser and select a pair of black lace ones that match the rest of the outfit. I walk quickly into the bathroom and spray on some perfume....I'm ready to go. I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long. I walk downstairs and over to where you are standing. I drop to my knees and await instructions. "Get up, slave. Let me look at you" you tell me. I stand, keeping my eyes cast downward, as you walk all the way around me, inspecting. I feel you slide your hand under my skirt from behind. You take the material of my panties in your hand a pull it roughly, saying "What is this?? Did I tell you to wear these?" 

"No, Master. I assumed you had been occupied with other things and simply forgot to lay them out" I answer. "Take them off" you tell me. I slip them down over my legs and hand them to you. You tell me to reach out and lean on the table in front of me, which I do. Then I feel you push my skirt up over my hips, revealing my bare ass to you. I can hear the familiar noise; you're taking your belt out of the loops. Within a few seconds, I feel the leather stinging against my ass. "You have not followed your orders, slave" You tell me as you bring your belt into contact with my skin 4,5,6 times. I stay in that position until I hear you putting your belt back on. Then I kneel once again and say "Thank you Master, for teaching your slave the proper behavior to please you." 

I can feel your eyes looking at me as you say, "You know, slave. I am tiring of your bad behavior. Perhaps I should rid myself of you and get a better trained slave." I lower my head even further, so that it is nearly touching the floor, saying "Please, No, Master. Please do not send your slave away. I will do better, Sir. Please do not abandon me."

"We'll see, slave. Get up, we're leaving" you answer, heading for the door. We don't speak as we get into the car and you drive toward Columbus. I am rather confused. We had dinner reservations in Columbus this evening, but it seems very late to be going now. You drive to a part of town that I'm not familiar with, and pull into the parking lot of a bar/club. We get out of the car and go inside. It's very dark, yet cozy. 

As we sit down at a table, you go to the bar and bring back drinks. I sip my drink as I look around the room. Hmmm...under normal circumstances, this seems like it would be 'my kind of place'...there's a lot of very sexy behavior going on. At a table near the wall, there's a couple (must not be married) who are doing some serious touching/feeling. At another is two females kissing. I wonder where you came to know that this place was here; but I don't ask. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice that one young female in a group at the next table has completely unbuttoned her shirt. I see you watching her; I see the enjoyment on your face as you look at her body. One of the men in the group gets up to go to the bar and grabs her tits on the way past and she laughs. Cool place. 

When you come back from the bar with more drinks, you tell me to get up and we move to a table in the back corner. It's very dark here; I rather like it that way. Plus it gives me the advantage of being able to see the whole room. I'm going to have to remember where this place is, I rather like it. There's a middle-aged, attractive female, quite drunk, who's showing off her panties to anyone who cares to look. The bartenders are taking all of this in with sly smiles. When it's time for another round, you walk to the bar once again. This time, I see you talking to a man who's standing at the bar waiting for his drink. When you come back, he follows you. He sits down and the two of you are talking. About this place, about bikes, just general conversation. Then he gestures toward me and asks you if I am your wife. "That's my slave" you answer. My face turns bright red. 

Although I am accustomed to this lifestyle at home, with you, you have never (to my knowledge) told anyone about it or taken our 'game' outside our own house. He smiles; saying "Really? That must be nice."

"It is" you tell him. Turning to me, you put your hand on me and start playing with my nipples until they are very hard; which is obvious thru my thin shirt. Normally, I would protest that behavior in public, but I realize that I am to be the slave, even in public, tonight. You move your chair very close to me, and he moves his chair very close on the other side, apparently enjoying watching you. You put your hand on my leg and slowly begin to slide it upward. I look at you in alarm, knowing that I'm not wearing panties; and if you keep going, my skirt is going to be pushed up 'too high'. 

"Do you have a problem with my behavior, slave" you ask challengingly. "No Master" I answer, looking at the table. I can tell his gaze has intensified when he heard the way that I answered you. "Touch me, slave" you command. I know what you mean. I take my hand and place it on your hard cock; feeling the heat of you even thru your jeans. I rub my hand against the huge bulge in your jeans, wanting you even here, like this. Your hand has made it's way completely up my thigh, and you are stoking my wet pussy. I know that this man can see what you are doing, but there's nothing I can do about that. I could not complain to my Master, especially after having upset you so much already this evening. He's obviously getting into the mood of things, because he asks you "Does your slave like to be fucked?"

"Oh yes. My little slave especially likes having my cock in her ass" you answer. My face flames in embarrassment; the two of you continue to talk about me as if I were not there. Then you turn to me and ask "Do you find him attractive, slave?"

"Yes, Sir. However, he is nothing compared to you, Master" I answer. You touch my hair, smiling, "That was a very good answer, slave." Then your smile disappears as you say, "Do you remember when I told you that I should get rid of you slave? Perhaps I will just give you to him." I feel panic and tears rising as I say "No Master, No. Please don't do that. Your slave loves you so much, Master. Please, Please give your unworthy slave another chance to please you!!." You put your lips very close to my ear and whisper, "I will give you ONE more chance, my slave. Will you promise to do EXACTLY as I tell you?"

"Oh, yes Master. I swear I will." I answer. Still whispering in my ear, you say "Touch him, slave." I jerk my head up, looking at you in disbelief. "DO NOT look at me, slave!" you hiss in my ear. "Do As You Are Told, or you will be gone" you say slowly. Hands shaking, I reach over very tentatively and place my hand on his leg, moving it so slowly upward, hoping you will change your mind. He moans softly and moves his hips forward, against my hand. But you don't stop me; you don't change your mind. Finally my hand reaches his cock and I begin to rub it slowly. "That's good, slave" I hear you say. He reaches under the table and unfastens the button and zipper on his jeans. I stop, not knowing what to do. "Keep going, slave." you tell me. I reach inside and touch the warm skin, stroking his cock with my hand; it's so hard. While I'm doing this, I can feel your fingers sliding in and out of my pussy; I'm so wet. You say to me "You're so wet, slave. Does he turn you on?"

"No Master. It is your touch that makes me that way" I answer. You laugh loudly, saying "Another good answer." Then, abruptly, you take your hand away, saying "Come, slave. We're going outside." I straighten my skirt as I get up, following you out of the club. I can tell that he is following also. You walk thru the parking lot and stop beside the car. The three of us are standing there. You say nothing for a few moments, I stand beside you, not knowing what you want me to do. "I'm waiting, slave" you say. Then I understand what you want. I kneel in front of you, the hard surface of the parking lot hurting my legs; head down, not speaking. "Oh, that's nice" I hear the man say behind me. I give no regard to his comments; only wanting to make you happy and pleased with your slave. I hear him walk around me to stand beside you. Then you say, "head up, slave." I raise my head and see that he has once again unfastened his pants. "Suck him, slave" you tell me. I look at you questioningly. 

"Master?.." I begin. You pull me to my feet by the hair and I hear your voice in my ear, saying "Slave, if you defy me ONE MORE TIME, I will send you with him and never give you another thought. You will never again see the Master that you say you love so much. I sink back to my knees and slowly take his cock in my mouth. Not wanting to do it, but wanting SO MUCH to please you. I suck and lick his hard cock, teasing it with my tongue. It only takes a few moments before I feel the cum shoot into my mouth. I don't want to swallow it; I don't want anyone except you. But I know that is what you want, so I do. Then you tell me to get in the car, which I do. You talk to him for a moment, and I hear you say "By the way, did you get that last email I sent you about the bike? Ok, I'll talk to you this week." 

When you get in the car, I say "You know him, don't you? I mean, you knew him before tonight?" You give me that evil smile, saying "Yeah, I did. I've been working on this for quite a while. When you called and said you were going to be late, I thought that was the perfect opportunity." I look at you for a minute and say "So, Master, Did your slave please you this evening?" You lean over and kiss me, saying "Yes, my little slave. You pleased me very much. And I hope you enjoyed it also."

"Yes, actually, I did" I answer.



Slaves of a Druglord



Told from the wife's perspective. This is one of my longest stand alone tales.

*****

I remember this starting with Tim and I scarcely believing our good luck. A five bedroom bungalow on a deserted coast along the Caribbean Sea in Panama, close to the Columbian border. The price was a steal since it was the off season. Tim used a portion of his advance for the novel he was working on to pay for part of it and I used some of the money my mother left me to cover the rest. Two months in the Caribbean sun. 

Tim's publisher was very excited about Tim's newest novel. It was sure to sell even better than his last one had. There was sure to be a deal for the movie rights. All the novel needed was a final polish. Tim would plunge into that task and finish as quickly as he could so that the two of us could enjoy the sun and white sand. 

Tim and I were essentially paupers when we got married. ALL of our friends and both sets of parents discouraged us from tying the knot. 

They did not doubt that we loved each other but were concerned about how we could subsist on the pittance of a pay check each of us brought home. Their hearts were in the right place but they simply did not see what we both saw in each other. It was more for me than Tim's height and muscles. Tim loved my ballet body but was really in love with my soul. We believed in each other. I knew that Tim's prose could wring emotion out of the stoniest cynic, all he needed was a voice giving him confidence. I was that voice. There is a lot of me in all of the female characters that Tim writes about. It is no accident that all of his books have been dedicated to me. 

Tim's last book "The Tattooed Soul" had been the breakthrough both of us had been hoping for. It broke big time. Page one of the New York Times Book Review, a movie deal and a raft of interviews that had us completely spent. Of course as soon as it hit, his agent and publisher both were demanding a sequel or at least a follow up novel of equal quality. It took Tim about six months to pull an idea out of the ether. He wrote the first draft with a white hot intensity and before the year was out, had the first draft on the desk of his agent. Tim had sold the novel based upon the prospectus and the first three chapters, however, both Sol, his agent, and Tim knew that the novel needed a bit of polish before it was ready for final submission. That was the reason for the trip. Tim could write during the day and at night the two of us could make love. It would be the honeymoon we could never afford when we first got married. At least that is the way it was supposed to happen ...

For the first two weeks everything was like a dream. Tim wrote during the day, savoring the words as he typed them on his laptop. The passages he read aloud, awed me. He had more than surpassed his previous novel. If the rest of his creative process matched the first, we were looking at a National Book Award! Maybe even a Pulitzer! Tim's work was that good. Then came the troubles. Tim had taken a break and the two of us spent the day on the beach. We made love on the warm sand and spent the whole day enraptured with each other. We were a long way down the beach. It was so isolated I didn't bother putting on my bikini top. I still remember how sweet Tim was that day.

"Valerie," he said, "after seven years of marriage you still turn me on like you did when I first saw you. I fell in love with you at first sight and I'm still falling."

I kissed him and held him close in response. Tim is not a mousepotato. He works out whenever he gets a chance. He find that a vigorous workout helps stimulate his mind. When I first started dating him, some of my girlfriends thought he was a model. When I told Tim that little snippet of information he laughed and said HIS friends had told him the same thing about me! Tim is an even six feet tall, has dark curly hair, brown eyes, a broad chest and a slim and trim body that I practically ache to touch. I know I'm attractive but I try not to let it go to my head. I appreciate the stares and whistles I get from other men. they like my long legs, modest bust, long blonde hair and blue eyes. but Tim is the only man who makes me want to cream my panties. We are a perfectly matched couple,

As I was saying we were way down on the beach for most of the day when we returned to our beach chairs. I threw on my wrap, it zippered up the front and covered me nicely. Tim slid on a polo shirt and tucked the chairs and the novels we didn't read under his arms and we headed back to the bungalow. Once we entered the house we realized that we were not alone. Several large and horrible looking guns were aimed at us once we reentered the bungalow through the sliding door to the deck that led to the beach. 

"Freeze!" we heard.

I looked at Tim and he flashed a concerned look my way. We raised our hands above our heads The books and chairs clattered to the floor. At first I though that it was a legal matter but I quickly realized that these men were NOT Panamanian police officers.

"Who are you and what do you want?" asked Tim

"Silence gringo, you Yanqui pig!"

The man speaking was obviously the leader of this band of about half dozen formidable looking men. He was tall and broad and clean shaven, a livid scar adorning his left cheek. He looked like a South American Indian. His hair and eyes were both coal black. The men surrounding him appeared to be powerfully built and of various races. Each one handled their weapons in a way that showed that they knew what they were doing. Also with them, an attractive Latina woman in a floral dress. She looked at me contemptuously. 

"I am El Jefe, the boss. I make quite a nice living supplying decadent Yanquis like you with Cocaine. Because of the interference of your DEA and FBI I am forced to move my base of operations. This bungalow will do nicely until things cool off in my native Columbia. We believed that this casa was empty, but no matter. We found your passports when we searched the house. We will find USES for the two of you." As he spoke, his eyes took a tour of my body. I did not like the gleam in his eye.

Tim found his voice and said, "We will leave quietly, we will remain silent, you don't have to hurt us."

"Shut it pig!" the man then spat at my husband's feet.

"You Yanquis think you can talk your way out of anything. I despise Yanquis! Interfering with the Columbian government, interfering with my operations, enslaving my people with your money and decadent culture. White people like you stole my country from native people like me. I do what I do not only because it it lucrative but also because, in my small way I can stick a knife in the back of the great white Yanqui imperialists. I'm a capitalist with a communist soul. You two, pampered, rich, spoiled, are everything I detest. Enslaving you will be just punishment for your country's many sins against my people and my operation." 

"Enslaving?" said Tim, not comprehending or not wanting to comprehend the words El Jefe had spoken.

El Jefe met Tim's gaze and replied "Yes you Yanqui dog. You two will experience the oppression your own country so carelessly administers to my country you will experience what we natives have endured for centuries." he paused for effect and then said, "Or would you rather I kill you both where you stand instead? "

Tim and I looked at each other. There was no doubt that this man meant ever word he had just said. I knew that Tim would not accept death and leave me alone and defenseless. I could not imagine life without my Tim. I was full of fear but what ever this man had in store for us I wanted to face it together with my husband. I could tell that Tim felt the same way. Our mutual silence answered for the both of us.

"I thought so. You Yanquis are afraid of everything especially death. Now STRIP! Both of you!"

The two of us stood in stunned silence for a moment and then we heard of some of El Jefe's men slide the bullets into the chambers of their weapons. That spurred us to action. Tim threw off his polo shirt and slid his swim trunks to the floor. I did not like how the Latina woman eyed his lovely body.

I reached for the zipper on my wrap. I was topless under it. I hung my head in shame as I allowed my wrap to fall to the floor and then I wiggled out of my bikini bottom. I could feel the eyes of El Jefe and all of his men hungrily drinking in my nudity. I was terrified. In my terror however I still noticed how intently the Latina's eyes were drinking in Tim's perfection. I began to perceive that the woman would be the worst of my captors. 

We were then ordered to hand over our jewelry. If anything I felt even more naked without my wedding rings. The earrings and watch I could not care less about. El Jefe presented my diamond ring to the Latina woman, she smiled and slid it on one of her fingers. I noticed that she had several rings on most of her fingers. A majority of them were diamonds.

The Latina woman who was shorter than me but very pretty, with dark hair and brown eyes and a very nice shape looked intently at Tim and I in our birthday suits. (I really hated the way she looked at Tim) and whispered something into El Jefe's ear. He smiled broadly and got an even more evil leer in his eyes and said. 

"Were I to treat you like you imperialist white men did my native people, you both would be given to my men to slake their lusts. They would fuck you until they had their fill. That can STILL happen to you unless you are both very obedient. Oh Mrs. Whitemarsh, you SHALL be sharing my bed. What is it your generals say? Rank has it privileges. As for your husband. If he protests in any way I will personally castrate him. If YOU, Mrs. Whitemarsh protest in any way. My men will take turns fucking you until you are dead. Because people without hope would end things quickly, I give you my word, if you cooperate with us I will release you in three weeks once we have finished running my operation out of this location and receive my payments If you do serve us willingly and without complaint you can escape with your lives."

"Tim stood as straight as he could to maximize his height and asked, "Why should we believe a criminal like you?" 

"Because Gringo you have no other choice! Do you prefer a chance at life or an immediate violation of your bodies that will be painful, last for days and end in a slow tortuous death? The choice IS yours."

I found my voice and said, "We will cooperate. So long as we get our lives in exchange."

"Valerie!" said Tim.

"What other choice do we have honey?" I replied 

"Your wife is as intelligent as she is beautiful. Senor Whitemarsh." said the Columbian drug lord. 

El Jefe looked at me and said simply "Suck my cock Senora." 

What else could I do? I knelt before him and worked to free his penis from his pants. His finger on the trigger frightened me too much to even think about biting him. Maybe El Jefe was right about me. Perhaps I am too much afraid of dying to develop a backbone. El Jefe's penis was large, a bit bigger and thicker that Tim's actually. He was uncircumcised, something I had not encountered before. However, I treated his penis like any other I had encountered in my life and began to preform as skilled a job of fellatio as I could under the circumstances. Out of the corner of my eye I spied Tim's hurt look. I could tell that the sight of me servicing another man was crushing his soul, but he knew better than to protest.

At that point the little Latina pushed forward and grabbed Tim's hand. She whispered something in his ear and then I saw her lead Tim away to another room. El Jefe noticed what I had been watching. He laughed and said.

"While I will train you to be world class whore in bed, I doubt that even I could ever hope to turn you into a slut the equal of Consuelo. She is evil. If your husband does not preform to her satisfaction she will no doubt take it out on you. I hope for your sake Senora Whitemarsh that your husband has excellent endurance and a very talented tongue. I let Consuelo have her fun, she always returns to me when she had finished draining a man dry and crushing his spirit. She and I are cut from the same cloth. Now Yanqui, now that my speech is done, apply yourself to your job. You will swallow every drop."

I prefer to not think about the rest of that first night. I swallowed El Jefe's cum. He laughed uproariously as I choked down his seed. In what was Tim and my bedroom, I had to undress him. His body was tightly muscled with old scars from knife fights across his abdominal muscles and under the rise of his left pectoral. I had to pretend to be enthusiastic as he repeatedly fucked my pussy and asshole. To my consternation, his tongue was long and talented. I love it when Tim eats me out. As distracted, humiliated and upset as I was that first night, I still realized that El jefe was better at oral sex than my husband was. Before allowing me to finally sleep for the night, El Jefe fitted me with a collar.

"Now you are sealed as my slave. If you are disobedient in any big way I will reinforce your collar by branding you." said my captor. Then he laughed, put me in handcuffs and had me snuggle next to his naked body all night long. I was in pain, but most of that pain was from fear and heartache. In all honesty El Jefe was relatively gentle. He used lubricant. He was firm and demanding but not rough and physical. He never raised a hand against me but I was completely unwilling. Knowing that it would play well with my captor, I had moaned like a willing whore. My IUD at least gave piece of mind against pregnancy. As I settled down to sleep one of El Jefe's men stood guard by the door. What was really tormenting my soul however was the thought of Consuelo doing God knows what with my husband. I was less afraid of El jefe than I was of Consuelo.

The next morning I had to suck off El Jefe's morning wood. Obviously I had to swallow. Later, one of his men cooked breakfast but I had to eat from a bowl on the floor while on all fours. I felt beyond humiliated as I ate with my mouth in the bowl, like a dog. I had been ordered to eat that way and I knew better than to disobey. I could feel the eyeballs of El Jefe's men as they toured every inch of my naked body, but I was beyond caring about my nudity at this point. Wore were the words in my ear,

"That is the place for a rich American bitch! On the floor,eating like beast she is!" said El Jefe as he roared with laughter 

I sat up on my haunches when Consuelo led Tim into the room. Consuelo was wearing a brief little white nightie that exposed her fine olive skinned body. She was pint sized but amazingly well built. She looked like one of the models you see on the Telemundo Channel. I did not want to think about Tim fucking her. I was so focused on her that it took me a moment to focus on my husband. 

Consuelo was leading him at the end of a leash attached to a collar around his neck. She had given Tim a haircut that I hated. Then I noticed that all the hair on his body had been shaved off and his privates were locked in a metal cage. He did not look as miserable as I had expected but there was a palpable air of sadness and shame about him.

Consuelo saw me on the floor, laughed and said in heavily accented Spanish "So I see muy Jefe is treating you like the dog you are. Take a good look at your man. He is now mine. I have bathed him and made him presentable so he is not the same Yanqui perro he was. Look I keep his manhood under lock and key when I am not using him. It reminds him of his status as slave. In a week's time I will have driven every memory of you out of his mind."

With that Consuelo turned to my husband and said "Darse, kiss your Goddess, just like I taught you."

I watched open jawed as Tim picked up the little Latina woman in a huge bear hug and pushed his body close to hers. He lavished a huge kiss on her pink lips for many moments before returning her to the floor. I definitely noticed that once she stepped away from Tim, that my husband had an erection throbbing inside his cage! That made me furious. I thought he should be too embarrassed and humiliated to react sexually.

Consuelo had Tim sit in the chair opposite of El Jefe and she sat on his lap. Like a mother bird she fed Tim when not eating herself. She whispered sweetly in his ear and praised him as he ate. It reminded me of a mother feeding a toddler. 

El Jefe and Consuelo chatted pleasantly to each other in rapid Spanish I could not follow. It was obvious from the way the two conversed that they were very much in love. I was instructed to continue eating before I heard them switch to English.

"How do you like your new pet miel?" asked El Jefe

"He's very strong like I like and very trainable. He took to the collar and cage right away." replied Consuelo. Then she asked,

"How's his bitch?" She knew I was listening and she shot me a withering look as a scowl crossed my face.

"Tight and obedient but nothing like you in bed meil."

"Thank you for letting me have this one he's just what I like. He's jelly in my hands." replied Consuelo

At that point El. Jefe looked at me and said,

"Perro! Bitch! Come her, crawl to me." Obediently I crawled to El Jefe's chair. He had slid back some distance from the table. He had a napkin in his hand. When I was next to him he wiped my face and chin from all of the food residue, then he slid his penis out of his boxers and said,

"Show your husband, how good you are at sucking cock. Do a good job and you get a batch and some rest. Do a bad job you will experience a beating AND I will remove one of your husband's fingers."

With that inspiration I threw myself into sucking El Jefe's massive cock. I heard Tim gasp and Consuelo and El Jefe laugh as I applied myself to the task at hand. At last his dick spurt its venom like a cobra and I choked down the bitter cum.

"Very good, Mrs. Whitemash, I bet you never gave your husband such good head. Now Consuelo wants to play with her new toy and we need to hit the showers."

I looked up at the faces in the room. El Jefe was smiling like the Cheshire cat, Consuelo wore a smirk that I wanted to slap off her face and my Tim looked hurt. Our eyes met. I read a great of emotion there. Suddenly my anger at him ceased. I realized he was doing everything possible to save his life and my own! Even if part of him was turned on by Consuelo, Tim's overriding concern was for me! No doubt he had been threatened and dire warnings about my health and his own had been part of those threats. I realized that simply acting like I enjoyed it when El Jefe took me was not enough. For the two of us to escape with our lives, I had to convince El Jefe that he was the only man in my universe!

I took another look at El Jefe. He was not bad looking even if he wasn't my type. There was a ruggedness about him, the air of a pirate especially with that scar on his cheek. It gave his face character and was something to pity when it was not wearing a menacing leer. I could really turn on the charm when I needed to. As Consuelo led Tim away I said quietly, 

"I thought that you were going to give me a bath! I want your big strong hands to wash me."

El Jefe looked startled, and then pleased. In reply he said.

"You may think yourself a good actress Mrs. Whitemarsh, but I can tell acting from a woman's true passion. If I see that passion I know that you are not trying to play me for a fool. IF you ARE trying to play me then the few weeks I base my operation here will end with me slitting your throat. DO NOT try to play me woman, I kill any person who does."

For that moment his face was pure evil, then it morphed into the smiling face of a Native South American peasant. If I wasn't terrified before I was now. El jefe attached a chain to my collar and led me to the master bed room, the room that once was mine and Tim's. In the huge attached bathroom he fastened my chain around a towel rack and had me sit on the toilet while he took a shower. I used the facilities and waited while steam filled the room. Another lifetime ago I had been a Catholic school girl, but I had wised up. I knew that praying was useless. The universe was arbitrary and moved as it was wont to do. If it was not Tim and I it would have been some other unlucky couple being abused by El Jefe. Perhaps, if there was any justice in the universe, Tim and I had the right temperament to survive our ordeal. Perhaps El Jefe was a man of his word and we would leave and let us have our lives. A faint hope was better than no hope. I began to lower my defenses. I had to show El Jefe my heart and offer it to him. Perhaps the gangster actually had a soul. I knew it would be hard work but I was used to hard work.




Slaves of a Druglord



After he had finished showering, El Jefe, began filling the tub for me. I thought that I noticed a sensitive side when He had me test the water. The fact that he was willing to consult with me even in this minor way, made me feel less helpless. Once I entered the tub he took my salon soap and gently lathered up my body. I had to admit that El Jefe's touch did not repulse me. Part of it was that I was forcing myself to be calm under his hands and part of it was that he really seemed to be trying to be gentle. I was beyond startled when he began to sing a song to me softly in Spanish as he worked. Later he took my razor and ran it over my body even though I had just shaved my legs and arm pits. He pointed to the blonde expanse on my crotch and said that only because I was a real blonde I would be permitted to keep it, He did trim the edges though to give me a sharp triangle over my lady parts.

As I dried myself El Jefe went through the clothes in the bedroom. I had brought a great deal of lingerie to turn Tim on over our two month adventure. I was red with embarrassment as El jefe found my intimates. He picked out a pair of white stockings, a garter belt and and white half bra for me to wear. El jefe didn't bother with the gossamer panties. To my total chagrin, El Jefe also stumbled upon my dildo collection. I usually used them with Tim's help. But on some nights when, he was pulling an all-nighter writing, I would engage in solo love with some of my vibrating friends. Now, seeing the gleam in El Jefe's eyes as he gazed upon my dildo collection I wanted to vanish utterly. 

El Jefe picked up upon my discomfort and said, "There is no shame in a woman enjoying sex. Especially when she is beautiful and intelligent."

El Jefe dressed me in the clothes selected for me and then he dressed himself in nice slacks and a silk dress shirt. El Jefe amazed me no end when he braided my hair like a pro in two long plaits. He led me by my chain to the small office where Tim had set up his lap top. All of Tim's stuff was gone. There was a different laptop and several satellite phones. I must have seemed puzzled because El jefe said,

"This is how you say "the nerve center" of my operation. With just this simple equipment I can run my entire operation. I never directly handle my merchandise because I am smarter that most of the men who enter this business. The don't call me El Jefe for nothing. Some of El Jefe's men came into the office displaying documents on laptops and kindles. Everything was written in coded Spanish. El Jefe well knew that I could observe him all day and never discern a single useful bit of information about his operation. El Jefe had me sit on his lap. While he talked in coded Spanish and some language I assumed was a Native South American dialect, the fingers of the hand he was not using to place calls were working on my pussy. It did not take El Jefe long to find my clitoris He was very skilled at stimulating a woman.

During down times he either had me suck his cock or he went to work on my privates with his tongue or my largest dildo. Somewhere during the day my play acting vanished and I began to experience real orgasms. El Jefe clearly understood that he was getting me off. Sometimes he made me kiss him for long periods of time. El jefe was a very good kisser. I LOVE kissing, next to sex its the best thing on the planet. Somehow he understood my mood, giving me either the short or the long kisses I desired. I lost track of time.

At one point I spied Consuelo leading Tim back into the house. She was wearing a tiny purple bikini. I realized that in some ways her curves were superior to my own She had fuller hips and much nicer ass than I did. Her tits were much larger as well. Tim was nude except for his collar and cage. I noticed he was sporting an erection. I wondered if it was painful inside its prison. Worse, a short time later I heard the two of them loudly making love. Tim kept repeating her name and Consuelo called him "darse" a Spanish word for someone kept as a pet. Part of me was angry at Tim, part of me was understanding. Before I had time to contemplate the issue further, El Jefe's probing hit pay dirt and I wafted away for a while on an orgasm wave. 

When El Jefe had completed his drug operations we had dinner together in the kitchen. Unlike the morning he allowed me to sit next to him and eat off my own plate. El Jefe's cook was quite skilled. The food was spicy but delicious. As we ate he in a matter of fact manner turned to me and said, 

"Last night and this morning you were a good actress, but I know that you are no longer acting. If you let me into your soul and body completely, there is no question that you will leave this little adventure with your life. Stop worrying about your husband, he will have to fight his own battle. You should concentrate on pleasing me and on allowing me to please you."

In trepidation I asked in reply. "Do you want me to fall in love with you El Jefe?" 

His face turned serious and he said, "No you do not have to love me but you do have to serve me and make love to me as though I am the only man in your world. I want to fuck your husband out of you and leave only memories of me in you soul."

I said, "But isn't my obedience enough?"

"I can get obedience out of a robot. My men give me obedience, I want passion as well. I already know that you are a very passionate woman, Mrs. Whitemarsh. Despite your blonde hair and fair skin, you have the passion of a woman of the tropics smoldering deep with in you. I want to see that passion rise to the surface."

As El Jefe said those words, he looked intently at me. I knew that he had spoken from his heart. I did not know why he needed my passion and devotion, but I knew in that moment that I would do my best to give it to him. I looked at him again. He really was rather handsome in his own way, he had a fine body and Tim would be waiting for me when all of this was over. In short I had nothing to gain by keeping barriers around my soul. Fear could not bring me on moment of peace. However, were I to give El Jefe what he wanted, BOTH of us would experience a great deal of pleasure. In that moment I began bond with El Jefe.

I put down my utensils, slid onto his lap and whispered into his ear, "You have taken me with your hands and lips today El jefe, but I want your cock inside of me." 

El Jefe smiled broadly and carried me into the bedroom. He set me down upon the bed where Tim and I had done some wonderful fucking. I helped El Jefe out of his clothes and despite the danger, told him exactly what I wanted. El Jefe screwed me like no man had ever done before. I came at least three times. Once I came back down from my orgasmic high, El Jefe explained what HE wanted and I was more than happy to comply. For the next several hours we were like two dogs in heat. Each time El Jefe took me was better than the time before. My tongue learned every curve of his penis and every press of his lips. Distantly I realized that I was so loud that I could be heard in every part of the house but I did not care. El Jefe did not put me in handcuffs that night as we settled down to sleep. 

Before I drifted off to some of the deepest and sweetest sleep I had in a long time, I heard El Jefe praise me.

"That was very nice Mrs. Whitemarsh. I think that this is the beginning of a wonderful new relationship."

El Jefe let me sleep in the next morning. I finally stirred around noon and when I did one of his men was in the room. 

"When you are ready El Jefe will see you in his office. He said to cone as you are." the guard I knew only as Gonzalez told me.

I happened to be stark naked. I figured what the hell? All of El Jefe's men had already seen me naked. I threw the covers off took a pit stop in the bathroom. I took the braids out of my hair and ran a brush through my flaxen locks so that I would look presentable. Then I inhaled deeply and went out out to see El Jefe as he worked the phones. He smiled broadly as I entered the room. Wordlessly he indicated that he wanted a blow job. I knelt before him and preformed to the very best of my abilities. I was amazed that he was able to control his voice and continue talking as I sucked on his shaft. He did finish his phone call before I finished with him and he moaned with delight as he came down my throat.

I proudly demonstrated to him the fact that I swirled his cum around my mouth a few times before I swallowed. He smiled in a way that I lit up his face when I opened my mouth to show him that I had handled every drop of his seed.

"Bravo Mrs Whitemarsh. Now you can have lunch."

El Jefe informed his cook that it was time for lunch and we went to the kitchen. I sat on El Jefe's lap and showered him with kisses while we waited for the meal to be served. El Jefe seemed to delight in kissing me back. Nothing at that point mattered to me other than pleasing him. I didn't care that I was naked. I didn't care that my husband was probably screwing his woman. It didn't matter that I was a prisoner wearing the collar of a slave, all that mattered was pleasing El Jefe. 

Once the meal was served El jefe had me sit next to him.

"I see that you are learning my little slave. We will see if your passion increases over the next few days. After we are finished eating I want you to go back to our room and pick out something sexy to wear for me. You are allowed everything except panties."

"As you wish, Master." I told El Jefe

The word "Master" brought a brief but beautiful smile to El Jefe's face. 

At this point Consuelo entered the kitchen with Tim in tow. Rather than being angry or upset I watched with fascination as the beautiful petite woman fed my husband. Tim's eyes met mine I could tell he was concerned for me but there was also that little twinkle they got whenever something amused him. For the first time in my presence Consuelo was topless. Her tits were every bit as nice as mine. In fact hers might have been better, they were definitely larger. She had piercings capped with little diamonds in each nipple. I also noticed for the first time her tattoo which read "El Jefe's" in a beautiful script. 

In an effort to hurt me Consuelo said to Tim, "Darse, who is the woman you love more than any other?"

Without a second's hesitation my Tim responded, "You alone my Goddess Consuelo."

Rising to her challenge, El Jefe asked me, "Slave, who is the man who is number one in your heart?"

I heard myself replying "My Master El Jefe is." taking no longer to respond than Tim had.

Consuelo and El Jefe looked at each other across the kitchen table and exchanged winks. Tim and I gazed at each other. I'm sure if we had been permitted we would have had a great deal to say to each other but we both knew that our silence was required.

El Jefe watched the two of us squirm for a while and then he said to me, "Slave it is time for you to dress for me. Go now."

I forced myself to get up from the table and made my way to the master bed room. I knew that I had to look sexy for El Jefe but I was perplexed as to what to wear. At length I decided on red thigh high stockings and a lacy black chemise. To compliment this I accessorized with black stiletto heels and matching barret in my hair. The contrast of the red and black with the blonde hair on my head on on my pussy was striking. I knew that this outfit would turn on El Jefe, or any other heterosexual male for that matter. For some reason the idea of a favorable reaction from my captor thrilled me.

With no preamble at all I strode in the sexiest way I could back into the kitchen. Consuelo and Tim were still seated at the table. Consuelo flashed me a dirty look. Tim looked stunned. It certainly was the kind of outfit I would have picked out for him and he knew it. El Jefe smiled, clapped his hand and said,

"You are learning Mrs Whitemarsh. Now come sit on my lap. Show your husband how much you enjoy my kisses and caresses." 

Consuelo gently stroked Tim's face and said to him. "Watch your whore show her true nature. Only a woman like me can satisfy you. You need the firm had of a Goddess like me."

Tim sat slack jawed as I slid into El Jefe's lap and began to kiss him. I tried to push my husband's hurt look out of my mind as El Jefe's powerful arms encircled me. Before long nothing mattered aside from pleasing the gangster. 

When, a long time later, I took another glance across the table, I saw Tim passionately kissing Consuelo, his hands diligently massaging her large brown breasts. I realized as I watched that Tim had never kissed me with the same intensity. Before I could get upset at that fact I suddenly realized that I had never kissed my husband with the same intensity that I had just kissed El Jefe. Utterly confused I collapsed into El Jefe's arms and told him to hold me tight. At that moment I simply needed comfort. It mattered not that the man was a gangster, probably a murderer, and had treated me shabbily, he was a man and his arms were warm and comforting and that was enough.

I softly wept into El Jefe's shoulder for a few moments. He stroked my hair and told me that everything would be "bueno" until my tears ceased. He dark black eyes gazed into my blue ones. I saw tenderness I had not seen there before.

"It is only natural that you morn your old life, slave. It is a hard realization to know that you love a man other than your husband. I do not intend to take you away from him but I will remain in your heart and soul forever. On cold nights you will think of my embraces. On warm nights you will think of my kisses on all nights you will remember the sex we shared."

And then El Jefe lowered me to the floor and made love to me. He was making love, pouring tenderness and honesty into me with each thrust of his huge penis. I had come for El Jefe before but nothing like this. We climaxed in the finest orgasm of my life. I wept a second time but not from sadness.

When at last El Jefe rose from the floor I saw Tim and Consuelo staring in rapt attention. Consuelo whispered something in my husband's ear and he took a long withering look at me, picked up Consuelo as though she weighed nothing at all and carried her off in the direction of the bedroom the two of them shared. I realized that I must have hurt Tim badly but as of now only El Jefe mattered. 

After dinner, I told El Jefe that I wanted to give him a bath. I told him that I wanted to return the favor he had done me. I know the word choice is wrong but I felt empowered as I undressed El jefe and adjusted the water to his taste. I soaped him up all over and after washing his penis thoroughly I gave him a hand job, the first one that I ever gave El Jefe. I was slow, deliberate and gentle, kissing him as I worked. I felt so happy when El Jefe grunted with pleasure and I saw his seed spurt out like a white cloud into the water. 

There is much I could say about the next three weeks but it all paled compared to those first few days. El Jefe made love to me in more ways than I had thought possible. During my period he was gentle and kind, giving me massages and only asking for oral sex and hand jobs. He was as tender and as understanding as a husband. As for my own husband, our paths often crossed. We said no more than a few words to each other the entire time. Tim appeared completely in the thrall of Consuelo. Often toting the petite woman around in his arms. Consuelo called me a whore as often as she could when Tim was out of earshot. More than once out of Tim's vision she kicked or slapped me. On some nights Tim and I were locked in different closets while El jefe and Consuelo made love all night long. The sound of their passion easily eclipsed that of either me and El Jefe or Tim and Consuelo.

And then just like that El Jefe, his men and Consuelo were gone. Apparently the wine Tim and I had drunk during dinner was drugged. Tim and I woke up to an empty, but completely filthy house. El Jefe left a very brief note which closed with "I will think of you always Valerie." For the first time he had used my first name and that was to say goodbye. I realized tragically that I had never learned either his first or last name. Like stunned victims at an accident scene Tim and I stumbled into each others arms. We tore off our collars and I found the key to Tim's cage. Like strangers we embraced and kissed. Amid the wreckage left by El jefe, his men and his woman we made love. As Tim came he yelled "Consuelo!" a beat behind him I moaned "Oh El Jefe!"